#who else can twirl their tummy like this in a sitting position

[aadhiskanmani]

choli main dil hai mera  chunari main dil hai mera yeh dil main doongi mere yaar ko  pyar ko...

[kumzume]

Bakugou sitting on your lap sucking on your fingers ahhhhhh 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥵💕🙌🙌

ok m rlly starting to think i have a problem cs this but + exhibitionism?1??1?1??2??

katsuki gets extremely needy sometimes — his body craving the weight of you on his tongue, the taste of you in his mouth — to the point where no matter where he is or what you’re doing, he’ll find you and demand you to give him what he wants.

his bratty, precious little princess act is obviously to cover up just how fuckin obsessed with you and your fingers he is and how embarrassed he is by that fact.

it’s why it’s a true treat when the neediness fills up and boils over, making him disregard anyone or anything in his way in favor for you.

it happens at a party. denki’s throwing some kind of rager (he doesn’t need a real reason to get drunk off his ass) and he invites you and kat. kat already didnt want to go, much rather preferring to cook for you and take care of you (& eventually let u take care of him) but you were so excited! he can’t let you down.

so, the pair of you go, both decked out to the nines, looking every bit of the hottest couple in the world that you are. once you arrive, you break apart from him with a soft but passionate kiss, your hand gripping his jaw possessively before sending him on his way. you find yourself socializing and having fun while katsuki sulks in a room full of people he doesn’t know or care about when hed much rather be at him, sucking on your nipple while watching a shitty movie.

but, again, he doesn’t want to be a burden. he’s determined not to be that clingy boyfriend who can’t be without their s/o for more than a few hours at a time. so instead, he settles against a wall, crossing his arms and starting to wait.

he doesn’t last 10 minutes.

katsuki pushes off of the wall, that familiar feeling swirling in his chest, his mouth suddenly aching for your fingers in it. he needs to find you and fast.

he travels throughout the house, searching for a glimpse of you when he finally gets it — you’re sitting on a couch surrounded by his friends (dunce face, shitty hair, plain face, deku, etc), your face light and mirthful as you laugh at something stupid denki said.

his heart tightens in his chest and he decides to go back to his wall and wait for you to get him to leave — he doesn’t want to ruin your night. but before he can, you make eye contact with him, your eyes sliding to half mast as you look him up and down, your gaze hungry and animalistic.

katsuki fights the urge to squirm, his hands clenching at his sides as if that’s going to keep him from launching himself at you and begging you to fuck him.

you cock your head at him and motion him over, the action alerting the rest of the room to his presence. the rest of his idiot friends turn and look, lighting up and calling him further into the room as well, all the attention sending a bright flush across his cheeks.

he shrinks into himself as he makes his way over, scowling at the floor before lifting his eyes only to notice there’s no space beside you on the plush furniture.

humiliation thrums right beneath his skin and as he’s about to say fuck it and go hide in the bathroom for the remainder of the party, you grab his hand and yank him down.. right onto your lap.

katsuki cant hide the gasp that escapes him as all 5’9, 210 lbs of him collapses on you, his body automatically seeking your warmth and touch. his friends laugh about the position for a few moments but they’re quickly distracted by something else, giving him time to be distracted by something else entirely — you.

your arms are wrapped around his waist and your face is pressed against his shoulder, your body all encompassing, making his head feel hazy and eyes gloss over. you’re too busy talking to notice him pick up your hand and start toying with your fingers, sliding your rings up and down, twirling them around your digits.

as he holds them, his mind races, supplying him with all the dirty, amazing things you’ve done with those same hands, the thoughts making him throb a little in his tight jeans.

kat does his best to ignore the hardening of his cock but what he can’t ignore is the all-encompassing desire for him to belong to you, right in this moment, in front of all these people (some of which he knows have a crush on you).

if the two of you were alone and he was feeling these urges, he’d have no problem opening his mouth and wordlessly asking for you spit inside, claiming him in a way that made his tummy burn and eyes water but that’s the problem. the two of you aren’t alone. besides, he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation — that wouldn’t be very good of him and that’s what he wanted to be for you. good.

so, he picks the next best thing. he lifts the hand he was toying with from around his waist and lifts it to his mouth. he’s so lost to you that he doesn’t notice the room falling silent, all his friends staring at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

suki takes two of your fingers and lightly brushes them against his plush, pink bottom lip, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth dropping open further to accommodate the rush of arousal that just shot through his gut and your incoming claim, ready to posses him.

his tongue comes out to give your fingertips a kitten lick, moaning at the taste of you before pushing both fingers all the way against his tongue and towards the back of his throat. he doesn’t gag at all, even as he closes his mouth and sucks and swallows, his mind pleasantly swimmy and light.

by now, some of his friends have gotten hard themselves, adjusting pants and pressing thighs together but you pay them no mind, instead watching your beautiful boyfriend take what he needs from you with adoring eyes.

katsuki cant even see your expression, his whole mind, body, and soul devoted to you and your hands. he takes you by the wrist and presses your fingers further down his throat, sputtering a little around the intrusion but ultimately pushing past the feeling to start throat fucking himself slowly, carefully, trying to emulate the way you do it, the way he loves so much.

someone groans behind him (hanta? or was that izuku?) but he doesn’t care, whimpering when you finally move and press the pads of your fingers against the back of his tongue.

you allow him this pleasure for a moment longer, curling, spreading and scissoring your fingers inside his mouth before withdrawing, laughing silently when he whines and tries to chase your hand.

katsuki pouts, trying to look fierce but with his watery, red eyes and swollen lower lip, he just looks fucked and debauched, another groan resounding in the room (kiri?).

you pat his face lightly, apologetically with wet fingers, letting him nuzzle the palm of your hand in forgiveness, your eyes shooting up to look at all the voyeurs around the pair of you, each one looking turned on and tiny bit guilty.

a grin shines across your face — even as katsuki takes your fingers back into his mouth with a pleased little sigh and squirm — choosing now to address the room.

you should see what he looks like when he’s getting fucked — he gets insolent though without anything in his mouth. any volunteers?

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Two Snakes and a Rat

Alrighty! Y’all asked so here’s my QuickFang story!

For those who don’t know the QuickFang AU is an au in which Vore exists. Davey is a mob boss known as QuickFang who is feared by all of Manhattan. This takes place some time into the plot and doesn’t touch on past plot points but they’re there I swear! I can expand if y’all want later. Anyway, here we go!!

Also this is shippy and Jack decides to be....Jack so uh yeah. Have fun!

Vore under the cut :3

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“Those fucking idiots.” The words were growled, slowly gaining volume and morphing into a yell as the door slammed against the wall. This was the last straw for him. “First the stunt pulled at the most recent brawl, then those imbeciles getting arrested and almost giving away our location, and then them letting a spy in! Why I ought to put a bullet through their heads the moment they’re shoved through that door.”

“S-sir!” A female voice called, the young woman in question running after the man as he entered the room. At least she wasn’t tripping over a skirt in the suit she had been gifted after having accepted her job as one of the man’s own spies.

“That’s- nevermind.” The man growled, anger barely showing for the first time in hours as he walked to the back of the room. One of the cabinets opened, revealing a multitude of dishes, silverware, and glasses. He grabbed the nearest wine glass and sighed. This. All of this. It was all at risk. All because of those bafoons.

“Ah! Right! Sorry, Boss-Sir.” The young lady corrected as a few more goons as well as a second man with a silver broach that separated him from the rest walked in. She made her way to the side. Standing against the wooden wall, a strand of her bronze hair that pulled itself out of the tight bun it was styled in blowing softly in the breezes made my the movement of the others in the room. Four goons, varying in height and muscle, stood at her sides in the same position as she. Hands together behind their back, standing up straight, with the straightest expression they could manage.

“I’d watch Yer words there, pretty lady.” The man with the silver broach hummed as he closed the door. “The boss doesn’t have the clearest mind while like dis. I’d say keep yer mouth shut.”

“Oh give me a break, Wits,” her boss, the man with the golden broach, growled as he filled his glass with the bitter red liquid from the wine keg he kept on the table behind his desk.

“I’s just sayin’, Mr. QuickFang!” The silver broached man said, hands up in a nonchalant surrender as he paced closer to the desk. “Yer mind, see- it does this thing when You’s is mad. It’s like you’s a bull and all you see is-

The brunette- legal name Marcell, mob name Scarlet- squeaked as her boss whipped around, pointing a blade directly at the throat of his right hand man. Dear god-

“Watch. Your. Mouth. Wits.” QuickFang growled, grip on the blade tightening to the point where his hand began to shake.

“Hey, is that not how I got my name? What about you, Mouth~?” Wits cooed in return, a cocky smile sitting on his face with eyes to match behind his mask.

“I- you fucking ass.” QuickFang grumbled, arm jerking to the side and the knife going flying. A dull thud sounds as the blade sticks itself right in the wall mere centimeters above Marcell’s head, drawing another squeak from her as she stares up at the knife. Oh sweet Jesus.

“I thought you loved that part of me though, baby~” Wits cooed, cupping QuickFang’s cheek in his hand for a second. The mob boss’s eye twitched, a growl forming in his throat.

“I do. You fucking know I do. Right now though I want to tear your vocal chords out with nothing more than a dull, rusty old spoon,” spat the man, slamming a hand on his desk as he took a sip from his wine glass. “Damnit. Where are they?! They were supposed to be here-“ he pulled up his sleeve, checking his watch, “-two minutes ago!”

Just as his sentence finished the door clicked open and in were shoved three men, each with their hands tied behind their backs and their mouths filled with fabric gags. Wits moved around the desk, leaning against the bookcase behind his boss now. His boss in question setting his wine glass down in favor of pulling yet another blade out of his pocket.

“Well well well. Look what we’ve got here~” he cooed, a sick smile spreading to his face. “Two traitors and a pathetic excuse of a spy.” He slammed the blade down into his desk, the metal cutting into the wood enough to make it stick upright.

The three on their knees stared up with wide eyes as the man known as QuickFang circled around his desk to stand over them, glimmering blade in hand. This- oh no. No no no. This is bad.

“Now, give me one damn reason why I shouldn’t gut you three like fish and roast you over an open flame for the next dinner party I host.”

The three on the ground shivered, eyes shaking as they stared up. They couldn’t speak. Oh god they couldn’t speak. They couldn’t give him a reason. He was gonna-

The man in the middle froze, feeling the cold tip of the metal blade press into the nape of his neck. Not enough to cut, but enough to remind him it was there. No. No. Nonono.

“You’re lucky I care about my carpet and floor. Blood is awfully hard to clean, you know,” QuickFang growled, removing the blade favoring to twirl it in his hands as he paced around them yet again. “Though I must do something. Letting you three go would be a death sentence to me and my group here and that’s the last thing I want. One of us has to go though to keep our little secret safe.”

There was a mumble of something under one of the three tied up’s breath. Something that sounded an awful lot like an insult. Something that relit the white hot rage in QuickFang’s core.

“Ah so you have a death wish!” He snapped, whipping around and pressing the blade into the man furthest to the left’s neck, Slicing a thin line. Not deep enough to kill, but enough to leave a little trail of blood dripping down. The crazed look in his eyes was something that would burn into those who saw it’s brains. “Those always make things more fun~! How do we start, hmm?”

Before he could do anything else, Wits rushed in behind his boss, arms wrapping around his waist and face burrowing into the crook of his neck. He breathed softly, feeling the tension in his lover melt away. Taking deep breaths, he cooed, “Good….good boy…..”

“Mmggh….baby….not here..” the taller groaned as he melted in the embrace, “...not now. You gotta- mmgh….wait….”

“Shhhh. I know. My mind is on something else though, darling~” the second in command cooed, gently placing a kiss to his boss/lover’s jawbone. He shot a glare to the five against the wall, a growl in his tone when he spoke. “Out. Now.”

And out they all went, Marcell closing the door behind her.

“What’s with the boss and Wits?” She asked, rushing up beside one of the older goons. Surely he knew.

“Those two have been inseparable since the day Wits joined. He stuck to the boss like glue and became his right hand man soon after.” The goon explained, voice rough. “He was captured once. Taken hostage and put in danger at one of the fights in the square. I’ve never seen the boss so mad. The only time he calmed down was when that boy was back in his arms and spoke to him once more. In short, the boss would end the world for that boy. Don’t cross either.”

“Ah. I see…” Marcell hummed, walking off to the spy’s quarters. Surely there was something for her to do there.

QuickFang groaned softly, lidded eyes looking to his partner. “Jackie….what are you planning?”

“Shhh...you’ll ruin the surprise if ya keep askin’ questions, Dave.” Wits, more commonly known as Jack, cooed, letting go of the boy in his arms. “Now be a good boy and go sit in that throne o’ yer’s, kay? Let Wits handle this~”

Davey groaned, stumbling his way to his chair and falling limp into it. “You’re a man of mystery, Jack Kelly. I’ll never understand how you do it.”

“Do what?” Jack asked, poking another one of the three men on the floor. Well, two now- oh! Only one.

“Make me melt like that. I don’t- mmgh- get it.”

“Heheh oh. That. Well Dave,” Jack cooed, smiling as the third man seemingly disappeared as he tucked them between his arm and his chest. “Telling you would ruin the fun~! Now, from how your belly felt my little baby is hungry. Is that the case? Does my little darling want a nice squirmy meal to fill his tummy~?”

Davey’s eyes locked on the three men in Jack’s hold. Oh. Oh boy. A squirmy meal did sound very very nice. But...he wanted to tease a bit. Just a bit. He looked to Jack with pleading eyes, cocking his head just a little. “Please?”

“Hehehe awe. Look at that~” Jack cooed, setting the three on the desk. Next to them he set the knife, blade glimmering in the light. With a grin he stepped back, hands up again in surrender. “The floor is yours, baby~”

Slowly but surely that same evil grin pulled itself across Davey’s face. Oh yes~ He was quick to grab hold of the knife’s handle again, twirling it for a second before stabbing the blade down in front of the three tinies. His weak state was wiped from his mind, being replaced with the confident, sinister mob boss who had a grip on all of Manhattan known as QuickFang. “And once again the games begin~”

The three tinies on the table felt a shiver shoot up their spines as the knife came slamming down in front of them, narrowly missing one of their feet. Sweet Jesus. What was he getting at?!

A low evil laugh rang in the boy’s throat, the knife being pulled from the table to be placed under one of the tinies chins and tilting it up to face the evil, icy blue eyes of the boy.

“Now now. Why the long face~? I thought you three liked to play risky~” he cooed, twirling the knife in his hand. QuickFang’s eyes burned holes in the three on the table. Oh how stupid they had been to have pulled this stunt. “I’m not gonna….pull anything~”

At his own words, Davey promptly grabbed one of the tinies by their bound hands. He brought them to eye level, stomach growling as he stared them down. A sound that struck fear in the hearts of the other two.

“Now you must know that by now I’m positively starving and in desperate need of a good meal.” The calm tone in the boy’s voice was enough to rattle the three tinies to the core. How could one be so calm while talking about something so….so…..terrible?! A Yelp, muffled by the gag, sounded from the poor tiny who was being dangled by his arms as the warm, squishy muscle of the boy’s tongue dragged itself up him. It repeated. Again, and again, and again until-

*clack*

Those on the desk still froze as their friend was closed in behind the pearly white gates of Davey’s teeth. They watched with drowning horror as the caught spy was pushed around, sucked on, and even nibbled at by the man. It was torture to see. Seemingly impossible to bear. Until things got worse-

Ulp~

Way. Worse.

They’re forced to watch as the spy slips further and further down the young man’s gullet, squeezing and slipping past the wet, soft, squishing muscles. To watch as the squirmy lump that was the man side down down down until it was out of sight. Oh but the gurgle from the boss’s stomach let them know where he was.

“Ahh~! Much better. One right where he belongs~” QuickFang hummed with a sigh. Oh to have something squirming fill his belly. The taste of vanilla sat on his tongue as he licked over his lips, a glob of thick warm drool dripping onto his desk. His gaze snapped to the two on the table once more, his grin turning sinister yet again. “And how lucky I have two more~”

The two goons on the table tried to wiggle away in hopes of escape. In hopes of living another day because they knew the moment they entered their boss’s gut they weren’t leaving. Ever. This was terrifying as is, even more so when they were seconds too late and were grabbed up in a tight fist back to back.

“Ah Ah Ah! Now where do you think you’re going~?” The man with the golden broach cooed, grinning at the two like some crazed lunatic. His teeth parted to reveal a soaking pink, plush tongue and shimmering fangs along with the dark, unforgiving tunnel of his throat. As if things couldn’t get worse, the slimy muscle of his tongue pulled itself up their tiny bodies as they squirmed in the leather glove’s grip.

“Mmmm….oh my. Tell me, why do people lacking the most brains taste the best~?” His signature grin spread on his lips, a thick layer of saliva coating his teeth as he licked them over. A low rumbling growl sounded from his gut, the tiny inside squeaking. “Oh who am I kidding. Look at me. Talking to my meal. Heheh. Oh I must be losing it. Well, down the hatch before I get worse!”

The jaw of the predator opened up like a gate, throat twitching at the end of their path. Their end. The thought made them shiver as they landed roughly on the slick surface of Davey’s tongue. Their shoulders dug into the taste buds as they skidded back. Back further and further until-

Glp-

Glk-

Glrk~

Down they go.

“Ahhh~ Oh...oh that’s good~” Davey sighed, a pleased tone to all he said as he fell back into his chair. Now that was good. His hand came to rest over his stomach as the two remaining snacks slipped in, causing a small bump to form under his shirts. A light blush dusted his face, a shudder coursing through every cell of his existence as the small bodies continued to writhe about in the dark, deathly confines of his gut.

“Awww heheh. Good job, baby~” Jack cooed, walking up behind the boss in the chair. He grinned, gently cupping the boy’s face to turn him to face him. “Awe. Dat’s the face of a full, happy lil Pred, now ain’t it~?” He slowly drew his hand back, drinking in the sight of the mob boss following it as if begging for more contact. A warm chuckle bubbled from his throat as he reached for the glass, holding the rim to Davey’s lips. He hummed small instructions to drink, giving praise once the action is done. With a smirk on his face he turned to leave, a hand grabbing his and stopping his movement.

“Oh? What’s that, Dave?” Jack asked, cocking his head. The most he got in response was a groan. “Dave. Words. Or you don’t get what you want~!”

“Mmmghhh…..Cuddles…..now….” the boy groaned, pulling at Jack’s hand weakly. A smile spread onto his face as Jack came to sit in his lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Heh someone’s snuggly~” The boy’s voice was smooth, calming to the boy who’s lap he sat in. A gentle kiss found it’s way between their lips and they relaxed in the room. Before long soft snoring sounded from the boy with the golden broach, pulling a small laugh from his right hand man. “Sleep well, Dave. Yer belly’s got a job to do. I’ll run this joint for ya while ya sleep. I’ll see ya when you wake up~”

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: Telling Him You’re Pregnant

Jin:

Your hand shook as you held the positive pregnancy test in your hand, your mind instantly began to worry about Jin, how this would affect his career and whether he’d be happy or upset. You hadn’t realised how long you’d been sat on the floor until you heard the front door slam, his voice calling his name.

Cautiously, you walked downstairs, smiling softly, hiding the test behind your back. “Hi.”

“Everything alright?” He asked, walking over to you, resting his hands on your hips.

Without saying a word, you brought the test around, holding it so he could see the two positive red lines on the test, watching his eyes light up, a loud chuckle escaping. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah.”

“This is amazing, I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled, picking you up, twirling you around the room. As he placed you down, his hands instantly fell on your tummy. “Thank you so much, I’m so excited.”

“Y-you’re not upset?”

“What? Of course not. This is incredible news, I couldn’t be happier, I promise. I’m so excited for this new chapter in our life. Are you?”

“Yeah, I am. I can’t wait to have a baby with you.”

Yoongi:

For days you’d been arguing with yourself whether you could be pregnant or not, eventually forcing yourself to a test, surprised as it came back positive, resting your hand on your tummy. Yoongi was on tour, but that didn’t stop you ringing him quickly, desperate to tell him the exciting news that the two of you were expecting.

A yawn escaped him as he popped up on the screen, “sorry, I forgot about the time difference love.”

“You alright? You don’t normally call this late?” He asked, trying to pull himself to an awake figure.

You were far too excited to talk, instead you held the test up so he could see for himself the two positive lines. “No way! Is this some sort of practical joke or something? Are you pregnant? For real?”

“I’ve done three more tests.”

“Oh, I’m so happy jagi, I wish I was there with you,” he pouted, brushing his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad. All I want to do right now is give you a big cuddle and a kiss.”

“You can, very soon.”

“Only a couple more days to go! Wow, I can’t believe in a few months we’re going to have a baby, if I didn’t miss you before, I certainly miss you now.”

“I miss you too, see you in a few days sweet.”

Hoseok:

The two of you jumped at the sound of your alarm going off, turning to look at each other, both with a mix of excitement and nerves, not wanting to be the one to do it. With a nudge from you, Hobi reached across, taking the test in both his hands, taking a deep breath, giving you a moment to do the same before he turned it over.

As he did, both your eyes fell on the two bright red lines, telling you everything. “It’s happening!”

“We’re pregnant,” he screamed, wrapping his arms tightly around you, giving you a big cuddle.

Instantly, he leaned down, peppering several kisses to your tummy, whispering to your child, giggling away. “Our child is in there Y/N, that’s such a surreal thought, you’ve got a baby inside of you.”

“I’ve got our baby.”

“Our baby,” he repeated, struggling to come to terms with it all. “Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to be a dad, there’s no one else in the world I’d ever want to go through this with.”

“Me too, you’ll be the best dad.”

“And you the best mum. We’ll make quite the team, mummy and daddy. That sounds so crazy, but just a few months its actually going to be happening.”

“I know, and I can’t wait!”

Namjoon:

He looked at you in confusion as the Radio Disney interview ended. The two of you had sat through the whole thing, leaving him quite confused as he listened to any hints or clues as to why you made him watch it. The blank expression on his face made you smile, knowing you’d need to do a bit more explaining just yet.

You chuckled as he looked at you. “Do you remember what you said your dream was on this?”

“To be a dad,” he mumbled, still slightly lost as to what you were trying to get at.

You nodded, taking his hand, resting it on your tummy. Slowly, the penny fell, as his eyes lit up and the realisation hit him. “Wait, am I actually going to be a dad? Is this what you’ve tried to tell me.”

“Surprise.”

“Jagi, no way! I’m actually going to be a dad!” He cheered, leaning across to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Think of all the things we can do, shopping, building a nursery, this is going to be so exciting.”

“You will be building nothing.”

“Trust me, if it’s for my child I will take extra special care of it. We’re actually having a child; this feels like a dream that someone is going to cruelly wake me from soon.”

“It’s real Joon, I promise.”

Jimin:

The two of you sat to dinner, as the waiter came over handing you two menus. Naturally, your eyes looked to the wine list, quickly remembering that that wasn’t an option for you for nine months. As the waiter came back over and took your order, Jimin ordering his usual beer, whilst you ordered a lemonade, he looked at you confused.

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders trying to brush him off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You always have a wine,” he sighed, completely perplexed. “What’s made you change your mind?”

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

His eyes lit up, slamming the table, jumping in his chair. The whole restaurant looked across, but he didn’t care in the slightest. “You’re pregnant! Seriously! You’re not drinking wine because you’re pregnant.”

“Exactly.”

“Well this is the best day of my life,” he giggled, bringing a smile to your face. “I can’t believe we’re pregnant, it only feels like yesterday we ever dreamed of being able to have children.”

“And now we actually are.”

“It doesn’t feel real. I’m so excited, and I promise I’ll take the best care of you and our child, there will not be a better dad in this world than me.”

“I believe you Chim, you’ll be the best.”

Taehyung:

As he finally came home from work the two of you had the chance to sit down and give him his birthday presents. Like always, he was thrilled with everything, picking up the box with your pregnancy test in last. Apprehensively, he unwrapped it, noticing the box, lifting the lid off cautiously, figuring out what it was.

You smiled as he did so, watching his eyebrows furrow as he looked at it. “Do you know what it is?”

“Well it looks like a pregnancy test,” he commented, failing to put two and two together and realise what was going on.

You took the test out, and placed it in his hands, knowing how dodgy his eyesight was, you thought he’d just missed a trick. “Taehyung, it’s our pregnancy test, because I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.”

“Wow, I’m going to be a dad,” he giggled, looking across at you with tears threatening to spill. “This is the best birthday present ever, I’m going to be a father. How crazy is that!

“Are you happy?”

“Happy? I’m ecstatic, this is the best news I’ve had in forever. How far gone are you? Seeing as you decided to wait until my birthday to tell me.”

“Just a few weeks, a long way to go.”

Jungkook:

The two of you had been trying for quite some time, often left disappointed as you turned over negative after negative test. To begin with you could shrug it off, but over time it became more heartbreaking, with every failure, pregnancy began to feel a bit like an impossible dream that neither of you would achieve.

Until you took one test, there was something in you that had a good feeling. “Jungkook!”

“Yeah,” he sighed, knowing what you were calling him for, watching half-heartedly as you turned the test over.

You turned it over, unable to look, but he did, letting out a loud shriek, covering his hands over his mouth. “Jagi, you’re going to want to look at this!”

“Why? It’s just going to be…positive?”

“It happened; we’re having a baby!” He shouted, kneeling beside you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “It finally happened, we’re having a baby my love, a dream come true.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I! Just when we thought the world wasn’t liking us, it goes and does. Maybe it’s a sign, they always say that good things come to those who wait, we waited, and now it’s happening.”

“I guess that’s true, our miracle happened.”

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Masterlist

[finleyjayne]

Everyone is Sad Sometimes

Steve Rodgers x Reader

Summary: During a depressive episode the end of the tunnel can seem impossible to reach. Your therapist says that you are not alone in your feelings but you don’t believe them. They don’t live in a compound with superheroes. After a run in with a certain super soldier, You can’t help but wish to bask your sorrows in your secret stash of icecream, what will happen when someone else has the same Idea?

Warnings: Angst, Panic Attacks

A/N: Sorry not sorry, Thank you for the photo Google. Also I’m going to tag @captain-rogers-beard​ because I am new and I want at least one person to read this.(Thank you Mimi)

Depression hits everyone at one time or another. That's what your therapist keeps telling you. It's just hard to see how the literal superheroes around you are dealing with depression. Like sure Tony locks himself into his bubble of work, Natasha goes missing for a week every month, and Bucky... don't even start with Bucky. Even Thor could be seen putting himself into the line of fire more after his brother's death. So maybe Dr. Pronce isn't wholly wrong. 

At least that was what you were starting to believe. Until Steve walked into the small breakroom, you were currently using to meditate. Steve was a God among men, and he had yet to have an "off" day in your presence. Compared to your increasing lack of good days, Steve was perfect. Even now, he was whistling a jaunty tune, his steps bouncing as he set up his sketchpad in front of the windows. 

Sitting in the corner, obscured by a stately, wingback chair as you were, he didn't even notice you. Which was great for people watching. Even better for you to get a nonpartial read on how the imposing, and reserved man before you was really feeling. Keeping quiet, you watched as he smiled to himself. A relaxed, carefree thing., full of contentment. You fought the urge to sigh. 

How could he be so happy about what was going on outside? It was overcast, all the trees were dead, the snow was murky because of all the combat drills that had been done throughout the field since it had last snowed. Even the cardinals and squirrels that found their homes in the nearby trees were absent. Probably hunkering down for before the next storm was supposed to hit.  

Your frown deepened at the thought. The winter storms did nothing to help your increasing hopelessness; in fact, they seemed to do the opposite. Not only did they make the impending sense of doom that you usually could keep at bay absolutely unbearable, but the dramatic pressure changes also made your very human body ache from all of the past abuse you've lived through. 

Before you can realize how it would give you away, you start to rub at a particularly sore scar on the side of your forearm. Even after the Captain was staring surprised at you, you continued to stare at him.

"I hope you realize it's impolite to stare." He says casually, his eyes barely flickering to you before going back to the window.

You startle slightly at being noticed. "I've heard that before. I've also heard that it's impolite to do a great many other things, Captain. Most of which the population of America does every single day." You respond, continuing to stare.  

Steve chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes the armchair across from your hiding place. "Oh, really? What would this list consist of?"

"Crossing your arms." you deadpan, pulling your knees closer. 

"Touche," he states, leaning back into the chair, relaxing his arms. Going back to his leisure surveillance. His hands twirling a charcoal pencil between their lithe fingers. 

After what was probably too long a silence, words pop out of your mouth. "What are you looking at? There are better views out of the other windows. The snow isn't even clean." 

"Sometimes, the lack of beauty is where true beauty lies." He whispers, his voice convincingly soft. 

"Who are you quoting, my mother?"

"Not quoting anyone. Just trying to remember what a friend. If I was to quote them, I would've said, 'Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.'" His voice wavered a bit as he continued to stare out the window. Turning to you, he cleared his throat. "What are you doing behind the chair instead of in it?" 

You laugh sardonically, "Meditating. I'm a bit of a claustrophile."

He gives you a strange look. "Oh? Are you sure you aren't hiding from something."

"Steve, not that it's any of your business, but I am always hiding from something. It's daily life for me," you say. Not wanting to answer any more questions, you stand lithely make your way to the door. 

He looked startled at your abrupt movement. "You don't have to go. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Look, Steve, I know you are just trying to be helpful. I also know that you can't really stop being yourself, and I don't really want to either. But I really can't handle being in the same room with your positivity right now. You're too happy, and it's not making me feel any better about my lack of happy. So stay, enjoy your sketching, see you at training tomorrow." You turn around before you could see the hurt playing over his face.

Later that night, you still felt awful at your inability to be content with any of the blessings you have been given since becoming one of the Avengers. Even when in sleep, the unending hopelessness caused your sinuses to burn until you woke yourself up with your tears. Finally, giving up around two in the morning, you make your way to the secondary kitchen in search of your hidden stash of comfort icecream. 

To your surprise, the light in the kitchen is on when you round the corner. Trying to act like you aren't dying on the inside, you circle the island cupboards to see the weirdest sight of your life.

Captain America, sitting on the floor, eating a bowl of Kellog Flakes, talking seriously into the phone. "I don't know what to do. I ran into her today. She blatantly told me tha..." he looks up and freezes midword. You could faintly hear the other person on the line calling for him, but couldn't care less. Staring straight ahead as you got your icecream and a spoon as quickly as you could manage. Fighting off the new wave of tears.

Gods, what were you going to do? Your depression was going to lose you your spot on the team? Was it really that bad? You went to every training session, you made it a point to listen to all direction, and worked extra hard every mission to prevent this from happening. What would you do if you lost this too?

Your thoughts tore violently through your brain, leaving you unable to pay attention to your surroundings anymore. You were just outside of your door when a calloused hand caught your arm. The forlorn wail you were holding just behind your teeth severed the still night air, pulling the ripcord on the tears fighting to be free. Your distress shredded any sense of coordination you had as you collapsed into Steve's rock-hard chest.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), please, let me explain."

"NO," you sobbed. "Let go of me, If you wanted to get rid of me, all you had to do was ask. I'm a big girl, I can take a little tough love."

That seemed to shock Steve. "What?"

You yanked your arm harshly from Steve's stunned grip. "That's what you were talking to whoever that was about, wasn't it? You finally realized that I am not worth it. That I don't belong and weren't sure how to break the news to me since I'm so depressed. Well lucky you, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I'll have my stuff packed and be out by the end of the week." You turn away as tears waterfall down your face. 

Before you can get a decent grip on the doorknob, Steve's hand finds its place on top of yours. "No. I don't want you to leave." He states confidently. "It's quite the opposite actually. I like you. I was asking Clint how to handle my feelings since you clearly don't feel the same."

That stops you in your struggle for the doorknob. You look up at the imposing man beside you through bleary eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I like you, sweetheart. I was worried about you, and I didn't know what to do. So I called Clint. He seems to know the most about women."

You stood there, shocked for a second. "You like me."

"You make it really hard not to."

"What do you mean?"

"Sweetheart, you are a gorgeous, strong, independent, caring, hardworking woman. I'd be stupid not to have feelings for you."

"But I'm so grumpy, and when I'm not grumpy, I'm sad," you argue, scrunching your eyes together in confusion.

"Everyone gets sad. You are just less adept at hiding your feelings than some of us are. That's okay. I know you don't see it right now, but you haven't always been this way, and even if you stay this way, I know that you are worth every ounce of love and respect that I've given you."

You just stare at him. Trying to find any hint at the lie. He just stood there, staring right back into your eyes and, you couldn't help the tiny flutter of hope that settled deep in your tummy. A slight twitch, like the flick of a cat's tail as it basks in the sun. You missed her, and you knew that if Steve continues to look at you like that, you were going to be feeling more than just the flick of her tail.

"You quoting my therapist now too? Or is it just more of your friends?"

[feistypaants-archived]

False Positive [Chapter 6]

Rating: M Words: 2467 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When things don’t go according to plan and Anna finds herself alone and pregnant, she looks to her sister’s best friend, Kristoff, and almost makes a huge mistake.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: This chapter is definitely ... different. I think it works though lmao... thanks again to @kristanna and @frozenwritingcorner kiss kiss kiss kiss

Enjoy!

Anna felt the weight of her duffle bag digging into her shoulder as she stood on the side of the road, waiting desperately for Hans to show up. He said he’d be there as soon as possible, but it had been almost three hours and she couldn’t stop crying. A few of her neighbors had slowed down to look at her suspiciously, but none had stopped when they saw her red eyes, smeared makeup, and shaking body.

Finally, god finally, his silver BMW coupe pulled up beside the curb, and he rolled down his window to look at her. “Well, look at you, all dolled up.”

She knew he meant it as a joke, so she forced out a laugh, but it stung her to her core. “O-only for you,” she sang, her voice tight, before she threw her duffle into the popped trunk and climbed into the passenger seat. “Thank you.”

He pressed a kiss against her forehead before driving off. “Anytime.”

The rumble of the car lulled her to sleep. 

Until the squealing of tires and the sirens of an ambulance shot her awake, and she was sitting in the hospital with her sister, who was paler than normal and unmoving. Anna turned to face her, trying to figure out why they were back here. They couldn’t be back here… 

“Elsa?” She asked, her voice quiet and meek. Anna looked down at herself, in the same hoodie and jeans she was wearing that night. No, it couldn’t be. She refused to believe it. Panic started rising in her throat. It had been six years. Six. She wasn’t here. “Why are we… Where are… What’s…” None of her sentences would finish, tongue literally tangling behind her teeth. Until she managed to shout just one thing. “Elsa!”

Cold blue eyes darted to her, upset that she would make a scene. “Quiet, Anna.”

Anna felt a shiver race up her spine and pierce her heart. This was wrong, this was all wrong. Elsa would comfort her, right? Elsa wouldn’t treat her like this… Elsa… “Where are mama and papa?”

But her sister’s eyes were unblinking. “I said be quiet, Anna.”

“No!”

Elsa’s face stiffened, froze, and she turned calmly to face the front desk again. “Then leave.”

And the floor fell out from under her. She was falling, reaching up to her sister who wouldn’t even acknowledge her, crying out for someone, anyone, to catch her. To help her. To see that she was there.

Her back slammed against something hard, stars bursting behind her eyes as her head followed suit. It was a struggle to stand. She felt heavy, like something was weighing her down. It wasn’t until she touched the wooden handrail that she noticed she was back at her apartment. But she wasn’t, not quite, and her whole body shook as she looked through the window. Another her stood in the kitchen, hands clenched by her side as she fought back tears.

“I’m eighteen, Elsa. I’m not stupid.”

“You’re a child. And he’s… too old.”

Elsa’s own hands were wrapped around her upper arms as she closed herself off, obviously not open to discussion. 

Anna watched herself throw a tantrum, watched herself slam the plate down on the table as her voice rose, laced with frustration. “This isn’t fair, Elsa! You can’t decide who I date! You’re not mom!”

“If you don’t like it, you can go.”

“Go?”

“You’re eighteen,” her voice was full of venom, mocking. “Leave.”

She moved to wipe her cheeks, tears falling fat and heavy, when a new set of arms wrapped around her shoulders, warm and strong and comforting. 

“I’m here, whatever you need.” 

Anna turned in his embrace and tears of grief morphed into tears of joy, her arms wrapping around his waist as he tucked her under his chin. “You can stay as long as you need, okay? I’m here for you, Anna.”

Her name echoed in his voice and she breathed in his scent, a new sense of safety enveloping her.

Anna.

Anna…

Anna?

“Hey, Anna!”

She woke up with a start, gasping for air as she looked around for the source of the voice, not entirely sure where she was or how she got here… until she found her little snowman plush smushed against her pillows. A sigh of relief escaped her.

“Over here,” he laughed, waving at her from the screen of her computer. “You fell asleep.”

Anna shimmied back up her bed, laying back down in front of the camera. “Sorry. Growing a human is exhausting, apparently.”

Kristoff’s warm honey laugh came through the speakers, and she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched over her lips.

After she had confessed her big mistake, they had spent another few hours talking, making sure everything was out in the open and that they were at a good understanding and a place to move forward. Since then they had video chatted most nights when he got home from work and she was too tired to trek over there, and Anna couldn’t help but admit that talking to him was quickly becoming the best part of her day.

They had grown apart a tiny bit in the last year, but mostly because Hans wasn’t the most fond of Kristoff. He always assumed men just wanted to screw Anna and didn’t particularly like her spending time around other guys. But since he was out of the picture, it was pretty nice to have Kristoff back in this kind of capacity.

“Have you told Elsa yet?” He was folding clothes in front of the webcam, shoving up his too old and too loose glasses in between every shirt. 

“Oh you’ll know when I tell her. The whole city will freeze over because of her disappointed glare. You know the one.”

Kristoff laughed again, nodding.

“Think I can just tell her I’m getting fat?” Anna rubbed at her tummy, wondering how long it would take for everyone else to notice that she had a little person growing inside of her.

“Probably not.” He rubbed at his eye. “I think she’ll figure it out.”

Anna groaned before shoving her face into the pillows. “She’s gonna kill me. Do you remember when I started dating Hans?”

Kristoff looked up, straightening his spine. “... Yeah.”

“Sorry, I literally just was having this dream about it.” She rolled back over to look at him. “She kicked me out for dating Hans. God… she might literally kill me for getting pregnant.”

He stayed silent, and she nodded with pursed lips. “I thought so.”

“... If you need a place to stay, you know where I am.”

Anna frowned, closing her eyes. “I think I need someone else to be the dad.” She froze, before sitting up and leaning closer to the screen. “I’m sorry. I’m… I didn’t mean…” she sighed and dropped her face into her hands as a small smile pulled up one side of his mouth. “God, I can’t believe what an idiot I am.”

“How’s your foot taste.” He laughed to himself before realizing she hadn’t caught on to his joke. “... since it’s in your mouth so much.”

“You’re the worst. I cannot believe I ever had a crush on you.”

She heard him drop something before coughing. “You…” 

Anna couldn’t help but look up at him, her eyebrow cocked with confusion. 

“You had a crush on me?”

His cheeks were pink and Anna smiled, rolling her eyes with a chuckle. “Oh yeah, big time. It started when I was thirteen, and you were sixteen, I think?” She tried to ignore how cute he looked when he moved his glasses up on top of his head, his hair pushed back out of his face. “I was grounded because I failed a test.”

The memory came flooding back to her, vividly, like it had just happened.

“And you… snuck into the kitchen and got me my favorite chocolates - you know,” she gestured, leaning closer to the computer. “The ones my mom kept up on the top shelf of the cabinet so I couldn’t reach?” 

He nodded, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.

“Then you sat with me at the table, and helped me study math until I got it, and gave me a piece of the chocolate as a reward each time I figured something out. It was…” she bit her lip, twirling her hair between her fingers. “It was so sweet. You were just so sweet.” Then she changed her expression and stuck her tongue out, blowing a short raspberry in his direction. “And then I got an A on every other test because I was too embarrassed about you coming anywhere near me ever again.”

Kristoff looked like he had swallowed a frog, his face bright and contorted. 

“... You okay?”

He sucked in a deep breath, before blowing it out with almost incomprehensible words. “I’lldoit.”

“What?”

“The… fake the pregnancy thing?”

“... What?”

Kristoff’s whole face had paled, and he was looking anywhere but at her. “... If you want… to pretend I’m the dad…”

Her breath quickened and she grabbed the sides of the computer to pick it up so she could sit up properly. “... What?”

“Can’t you say anything else?” He choked out, rubbing his hands down his face. “Like… not forever, okay? And not like… pretend dating. That’s… not what this is…” He was clearly doing his best to ignore her dumbstruck face. “And in the end… when Elsa is fine with it… you can do like a … paternity test or something… and just act like it was a big mistake… or… something…”

“You…” Anna was completely speechless. Was he crazy? Was he kidding? Was he… “We don’t… you …. dont…” her breathing was shallow, she was so shocked that she could barely catch her breath. “... What?”

Her stomach was churning. He was saying something else, but Anna couldn’t hear him over the blood rushing in her ears. Had he just agreed to this? Was this real? Was this… no. She was still dreaming. She had to have been! There was just no way…

“So… deal?”

Anna suddenly felt bile rise in her throat and nodded as she scrambled off the bed, through the doorway as quickly as she could.

Kristoff watched her, expression shocked. But he missed the small voice come through his speakers.. “Guess the morning sickness is starting.”

And then he saw Elsa’s head peeking around the corner.

“Morning sickness?”

Ah, shit.

Kristoff slammed his computer shut as quickly as he could and stood, pacing back and forth as Sven watched him irritably from his bed. What did he just do? Did he just agree to — no, suggest that they concoct some crazy plan to appease his best friend? And then accidentally reveal the secret?! 

She could be a bit brash, but she wasn’t so unreasonable that she would abandon her pregnant sister… right? Right! 

She was a good person. Kristoff had known her for almost a decade and when she finally came out a year ago and started being her whole, true self, he noticed a difference in her. She was less angry, slower to make impulsive decisions, more caring and understanding… But god, she still scared the shit out of him. She had dropped out of law school, abandoning all her efforts so that she could focus on her art.

Which he was so, so proud of her for. He wanted her to be true to herself and do whatever made her happy.

But when it came to Hans, Elsa and Anna never, ever wound up on the same page. Which was fair, he was… the worst. But Kristoff knew he and Elsa couldn’t really have any say in what Anna chose to do with her life. And when Elsa kicked her out the first time, Anna had gone to stay with Hans for a while.

And that left Anna easily startled and even more anxious when she made mistakes than before. And Kristoff was not prepared to ever let her be in that situation again.

He swallowed his pride before opening the laptop back up and pressing the call button.

Anna picked up on the second ring, her face red and hands clasping at her stomach. 

“Hang on,” she mumbled, before returning to the screaming match with her sister.

Kristoff wondered why she even answered, but did his best not to interfere. He had seen enough of their fights to know that you just had to sit tight, stay safe, and wait for it to be over. Kind of like a blizzard.

Or a hurricane.

“Well?!” Elsa’s voice was sharp, as if all her zen, I ride magical horses into enchanted forests and paint naked fairies sitting on mushrooms hippy personality receded back into a hidden pocket. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Anna opened her mouth to speak, freezing when Kristoff’s voice came from the computer.

“It’s mine, Elsa. I, uh, did that.”

She turned on him, then, her eyes alight with rage. “You… did that? You and Anna? When!” They both hummed noncommittally as his eyes avoided both of theirs. Elsa threw her hands up with frustration. “It doesn’t matter! What… what are you planning, here? Are you even… together?”

“No!” They both rushed to answer, their eyes meeting before darting quickly apart. Anna took in a deep breath.

“It was just a… get over Hans thing. One time.” 

“And you’re keeping it?”

“Yes.”

Anna was firm and confident, Elsa was rigid with anger, and Kristoff was just doing his best to remain relatively unnoticed.

“Okay…” she took a deep breath and stood up straight again, nodding. “I’m going back to sleep.” Her words were slow and calculated, as if she was trying to calm herself down. “We will continue this discussion,” she said, looking at Anna and then at the computer screen that held Kristoff. “In the morning.”

And then she left and Anna flopped down onto the bed, and Kristoff let out a sigh of relief. 

“Well,” Anna huffed, dropping her hands hard onto the comforter. “That went just about as well as I expected it to.”

“...Yeah…” 

Anna’s breathing slowed, and Kristoff didn’t doubt she was close to dozing off again. “Well… I guess this is happening now…”

“Yup.” Her lips ended the word with a pop.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head snapped over to look at the computer. “Why?” She turned her whole body to face the same way. “It would have gone way worse if she thought it was Hans’.”

Kristoff laughed, feeling a tiny bit of tension ease from his body. “This is a mess.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Anna nodded, and she smiled up warmly at him. 

“Thank you.”

He almost couldn’t control the absurd laugh that tickled his throat.

“... Anytime.”

[moondustis]

sunshine all around me (m)

pairing: mark lee + reader genre: smut, fluff, minor angst word count: 4,1k summary: “When church camp is over you go home and don’t think about soulmates anymore. You think about graduating, you think about dreams that you can go after and you think about a boy pushing you inside a lake.” a/n: this is a sequel to innocence and heaven all around me, i suggest reading them before this one to understand the plot better.

When church camp is over you go home and don’t think about soulmates anymore. You don’t think about not being the same anymore, or about people leaving you behind. You think about graduating, you think about dreams that you can go after and you think about a boy pushing you inside a lake.

Mark is different from Jaehyun, but similar in a way. He’s comfortable, warm and easy to be around. But he doesn’t treat you like you might break, like a delicate thing, the way Jaehyun did. You find out that you like it.

Mark is different from everyone you have ever met in this small town. He thinks big, outside what everyone seems to want him to do. He wants to chase his dreams just like you, and maybe with you if you get to be this lucky.

It’s a wednesday afternoon, summer break almost at the end and you try not to think about what that implies. Mark is showing you his vinyls as you both sit cross legged on his bed and of of them plays in the background. It’s mostly old stuff, classics that his father passed along, and even if you don’t know half of it you enjoy listening to him talk with such excitement.

“I don’t have a lot of new stuff.” He says, sorting around the albums and getting a pink one out the box he keeps them. “But I got this one recently... Have you heard it?”

He shows you an album that you finally recognize and you can’t help but laugh a little. “Harry Styles? Didn’t take you for a One Direction enthusiast, Mark Lee.” You tease and he blushes at little, shaking his head and laughing with you.

“I swear I’m not.” He says, defending himself and you just nod playfully like you don’t believe him. “But his solo stuff is like, really good. You gotta give it a listen.”

He hands you the album and you examine it. It’s pretty and you like the pink tones. “Yeah? What’s your favorite track?”

“Oh... It’s actually a song that reminds me of you.” He avoids your eyes a bit, his words confident but his body language saying otherwise. It’s extremely endearing. “It’s the one called Only Angel.”

You never heard the song but the name alone and the fact Mark has a song that makes him think of you makes your heart flutter. “Really? I’ll definitely have to listen to it now.”

You give him a sweet smile that he reciprocates, shifting around the bed so he can put the vinyls away. “I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.” You probably won’t even care if the song is bad. You would probably enjoy anything if Mark told you it made him think of you.

“You know what we should do?” He asks after moving the vinyls away and plopping himself on the bed again so he’s on his back, arms sprawled around. You move to tickle at his exposed tummy without hesitation and he laughs while squirming around.

“Get ice cream?” You guess and he smiles nodding his head.

You walk to the ice cream parlor hand in hand, some people giving second glances your way. You don’t mind it, just laugh when Mark swings your arms together in a silly way.

The two of you haven’t talked about what happened and what is happening yet. You don’t feel the need to and apparently neither does Mark. It’s easy when he kisses you and it tastes like dark chocolate ice cream, and the memory of someone that tasted just like this once is faint.

✱

You meet Mark’s mom a month after summer camp. You have seen her before of course, at church and whatnot but it’s different this time.

Classes are back but you still go to his house frequently, but now it’s after school and his mom there sometimes so he says it would be better if you two met before something awkward happens. Like her finding his catholic son doing not so catholic things.

It goes well, your hands sweating a bit, even more when Mark calls you his girlfriend for the first time.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You tease after his mother has left for work again and you both retrieve to his room.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, laughing in a nervous way. It’s so easy to rile him up. “Oh. I-I just thought that it would be okay.” He stumbles over his words, talking a bit too fast. “Sorry for not properly asking.”

You laugh, sitting on his bed and gesturing for him to come forward. “It’s okay, Mark. ‘M just teasing.” Your hands settle on his arms, tugging him down so you can get a kiss. “I like being your girlfriend.”

He hums before kissing you, sweet and warm like always, hands on your hair to tilt your head in a better position. You love the taste of his chapstick and how he looks at you with puppy eyes when you break the kiss. “You do?”

You nod. “And I like kissing you too.” He kisses you again, deeper this time with his tongue licking against your lips until you finally part them, letting his tongue move against yours in a way that has become familiar.

He moves you further to the bed during the kiss in a messy way that you don’t mind. It’s nice to have him on top of you, your hands gripping at the hair on his nape as he kisses you with a bit more purpose.

“What else do you like?” He asks when you break the kiss to catch your breath. He sounds confident, almost seductive and it’s such a high contrast to the boy who lost his virginity to you in a church camp that you can’t help but tease.

“Hmm, let me think.” You joke, hands moving to his neck and he shivers a little while smiling at your antics. “I like how you feel on top of me, Mark.”

You notice his eyes are blown now, mouth parting at your words. “What else?” He asks again, in an almost whisper now.

“I like... when you fuck me.” You whisper back, stuttering a bit as your cheeks go pink to match his. Once upon a time, you would never even think of saying these words, but everything with Mark feels so natural that it makes you brave. “And I like your cock.”

The words just escape you and it’s so dirty that you have to close your eyes in embarrassment. “Holy shit.” Your hear him saying with a breathy voice, almost close to a moan, before he’s kissing you again and you don’t have time to be embarrassed anymore.

It goes like it usually does, Mark dips his hand underneath your skirt and plays with your clit until you’re as wet as he likes. He doesn’t need instructions anymore when he makes you cum with two of his fingers inside, his eyes watching with lust.

He doesn’t need instruction anymore when he finishes getting the condom on and enters you with a moan that you mimic. It’s blissfully almost, but there’s a thought in the back of your head that says more would be good too.

“Mark...” You breath out after another slow thrust, his head immediately coming up from where it’s resting on the curve of your neck. “‘M so close. Please fuck me harder.”

It’s the first time you’re asking for that, his eyes widening a bit. “Harder?” He asks, and you would find it cute if he didn’t look so good with his hair a bit sweaty and lips puffy and red from kissing.

You nod quickly, gripping harder at his back as if to accentuate your want. “Please.” You plead and he mutters a quiet okay before changing the pace of his movements.

He was always so gentle, almost careful, with this, so it catches you out of breath when he starts fucking into you with quick sharp thrusts, each one accompanied by a grunt.

In no time he starts going faster too and it makes you moan his name. This is new to you just as it is for him, when he asks if it’s good all you can do is nod with whines falling from your lips.

You close your eyes and images of his hands around your neck one day fills your mind. Of his hand coming down in a slap that makes your ass red and tingle. You can’t imagine sweet and caring Mark doing something like that, but maybe that’s what makes the thought so good. Maybe that’s what makes you come with your whole body arching from the back and his name spilling from your lips.

He follows soon after, cursing when he finally finishes inside of you. One of his hand grips tightly at your waist, making you clench around him and he cries out.

You giggle when he plops himself beside you on the bed after throwing the condom away and putting his boxers back on. He looks relaxed now, without a care in the world as he cuddles you closer. For now you won’t think about the test you have tomorrow or how it scares you a little that Mark Lee is engraving himself in your heart without even noticing.

✱

You had forgotten that this would happen, even if your mother had told you a million times. She was beyond excitement that Jaehyun would be coming to visit his parents for a weekend, telling you about dinner plans and whatnot.

So when friday comes, you get home from school to find him sitting on your front porch. The same front porch he had kissed you for the first time.

He doesn’t notice your arrival until you’re clearing your throat and his head is shooting upwards. “_____!” His voice is half surprised, half out of breath, as he gets up from the stairs and stops for a couple uncertain seconds before he’s hugging you. “How long has it been, holy shit.”

You hug him back, a little out of breath from the strength he’s putting in this hug. “Hi, Jae.” You mutter against his chest, feeling a hundred of feelings twirling around your head. “Long time, huh?”

It had been almost a year since last time you saw him, during christmas and even then it was just a brief hello before he had to leave again. He looks the same, you notice when he breaks the hug, the only difference is his hair shade that’s just the slightest brighter now.

It’s not weird, the way he keeps a hand on your cheek. It’s caring and platonic, like everything that surrounded Jaehyun had been for you for the past years. “I really missed you.” He says genuinely and you say the same words back, hugging him again. “Do you have anything to do now?”

You shake your head. “Not really, why?”

“Then let's get ice cream.” He says, giving you a smile that’s too familiar.

It’s not weird, you tell yourself, as he sits across from you outside the ice cream parlor across the church. It’s nostalgic, that’s why you get the weird feeling in your chest. You eat the dark chocolate one and he gets vanilla. You want to ask but you don’t.

“So you and Mark Lee, huh?” He asks around a scoop of ice cream, eyebrows raising at you.

You blush, feeling guilty for some reason. “Did my mom tell you that?”

“Mine actually. Apparently you’re the talk of town.” He’s teasing in a way that screams Jaehyun and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, well, everyone likes Mark.” You mutter, finishing the last spoon of your ice cream. It was true, Mark, like Jaehyun once was, is the city’s favorite. He always say hello to everyone on the street and sings on church, there’s nothing much to unlike about him.

Jaehyun’s eyes soften. “Come on, everyone likes you too.”

“I doubt that.” You shrug, laughing a little uncertain. “I’ve been missing sunday mass a lot lately... they probably think I’m corrupting him or something.”

Jaehyun laughs with his whole body now, the one that you once considered your favorite in the world. “Like I corrupted you?” His sounds boyish, voice low so no one around would hear it.

“Jaehyun! Oh my god.” You exclaim, slapping his arm from across the table but laughing too. “What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry, sorry. Was just messing with you.” He apologizes insincerely, smirking around the spoon and looking down. “But hey, It doesn’t matter if these people don’t like you, right? You’ll be out of here soon.”

You nod, slowly. “Yeah, you’re right.” Just a few more months and you’ll be leaving just like Jaehyun did. You can already understand why he almost never visits, there’s no future here.

“Are you still going to SNU?” He asks and you nod in reply, a bubble of excitement on your stomach. “What about Mark?”

His question sounds like nothing more than that, but you know he wants to know if you’ll have to go through that again. Wants to ask ‘is Mark going to leave you like I did?’

“He’s going there too.

” You say with a small smile on your lips and you can practically hear his sigh of relief.

“That’s nice... really nice.” His voice is genuine and he looks at you now, with eyes warm and you remember a time where he felt like home. Not with bitterness, never that. “I’m really happy for you, ____. Mark is a nice dude. And it’s nice to see you living in your life, even if I find out about most of it through mom’s gossips.”

You laugh, reaching out for his hand and squeezing it. “I know, Jae. I promise I’ll do better at updating you on my latest news.”

For some reason, in your overdramatic mind, this feels like he’s finally returning the pieces of your heart that he took with him that day years ago. You would tell him that he will always be a part of your life, but there’s no reason to. He already knows because you will always be a part of his too.  It was meant to be like this.

“But tell me, when did you and him even get together?” He breaks the sentimental moment.

“At church camp.” You immediately regret telling him because knowing Jaehyun, you know he’ll tease you about this for the rest of your life.

✱

You and Mark are cuddling in your living room couch, watching some tv show that he was really into but you didn’t catch the plot exactly, drifting asleep from time to time. Something about a bank heist or something.

He comes to your house a lot lately now that your mother finally got used to him, falling to his boyish charm like everyone around town. You usually did homework but graduation was close now, the old responsibilities not as heavy.

You’re almost falling asleep again, the sound of the tv show fading away when you feel his hand moving to your neck and you whine at him interrupting you. “Noo, I was almost asleep.”

He laughs softly, the one you love so much and suddenly you’re not that bothered anymore. “Sorry, baby.” The nickname has been a normal occurrence these days because the two of you had a fight, making him extremely loving afterwards, as if to apologize even if you weren’t upset anymore.

You watch him through sleepy eyes, eyeing the dark circles around his eyes and the stubble that he forgot to shave this morning. He continues to play with your neck, until his hand descend just a little and he starts to play with the little cross pendant you always wear, his eyes following the movement. “Jaehyun’s mother gave it to me.... the necklace, I mean.” It just escapes from you but he doesn’t seem bothered by the mention of Jaehyun, never is.

His eyes just move to yours, softening as he smiles at you. “I really like it.”

“Me too.” You mutter, moving to press a peck to hips because it seems fitting and because you want to. He seems to like it, pressing peck after peck on your lips until you’re giggling and telling him to stop.

“I had an idea.” He says suddenly, sitting up on the couch and moving you alongside. The tv show playing is long forgotten.

You look at him with a suspicious look. “Hm, what is it?”

“We should go on like, a road trip or something like that.” He says, eyes not leaving yours, almost pleading for you to say yes. “After graduation, to have one last memory and all that.”

“A road trip?” You ask, laughter in your voice. “Where would we even go?”

He thinks for a second. “I don’t know... To the beach, maybe? You always talk about how you want to go there.”

“It’s gonna be winter then, Mark. We won’t even be able to swim.” The two of you know you’re just arguing for the fun of it, when it comes down to it you’ll go anywhere with him.

“Come on, baby.” He whines. “We can go for the view. And we’ll be together so there’s no way it won’t be fun.”

You throw a little show of acting like you’re pondering if you should go or not before you’re smiling at him. “Yes, let’s have a road trip.” He celebrates with with a deep ‘let’s get it’ before pressing another peck to your lips, making you laugh. “Will your dad be okay with letting us borrow the car?”

“Of course, baby. We’re just two christian kids going on a religious journey, what could go wrong?” He says in a funny voice and you laugh even harder.

✱

Graduation comes in a blink, and soon after you’ve posed for pictures and gotten your diplomas, you find yourself with Mark in his dad’s car.

It’s sunny outside but still cold enough that you can’t keep the windows open for too long. By far not the perfect weather to go to a beach but you’re still excited when Mark pulls from the driveway and drives until you’re on the road.

You’re only one hour into the five hours drive when you start getting impatient. The song that plays on the radio a bit boring and the excitement of doing this making giddy. “Are you hungry?” You ask Mark just to say something, but if he is there’s a lot of snacks packed on the bag sitting on the backseat.

He laughs at your question. “Of course not, baby. We literally ate before we left.” He says, sneaking a glance at you with his kind eyes before he focuses on the road again. “Are you bored already? I told you can take a nap if-“

“Nooo.” You cut him. “I promised I wouldn’t fall asleep. Gotta make you company since I can’t drive.”

“Suit yourself.” He laughs again and it’s sweet, so sweet that you feel like a teenage girl with a crush. Since you’ve gotten in the car you have had this feeling in your stomach, like the butterflies that you felt when the relationship were just beginning are going crazy again. Maybe it’s because Mark is driving you to a place that he knows you’ll like, maybe it’s because you’re finally both alone without a care in the world. Whatever it is, you hope he feels the same way.

You look outside the window for a moment, the sun is weaker now and you hope it won’t be gone so soon. “Doesn’t this feel like a thing that would happen in coming of age movie?” You wonder out-loud, not taking your eyes out of the window.

“Like the ones you like to watch?” You hum as you pass by a theme diner that you wish you could stop by. “What’s the plot? Madly in love couple go on a road trip before college starts?”

You snort, ignoring the butterflies going even crazier at the little word. “That’s exactly what the plot is.”

“I would definitely watch it then.” His voice is teasing and it makes you laugh. “Especially if you were the main character.”

You let out a silly shriek and he laughs too. “Oh my god. Are you flirting right now, Mark Lee?”

“I don’t know... did it work?” He asks smugly, doing a kissy face without taking his eyes out of the road and you can’t help but give in, pressing a smacking kiss to his cheeks with a small giggle.

“It did.” There’s a silly smile on your face that he mimics. “You know it always does.”

“That’s kinda corny, not gonna lie.” He teases but still moves his hand to your lap so he can hold yours.

“Says the corniest man alive.” The offended gasp he lets out is so funny and well place that you spend the next minutes laughing until you’re tired.

You stay in a comfortable silence for the next hour, only making comments here and there, with the radio playing songs that you mostly don’t know. You wish you had remembered to make a playlist to listen to.

You almost doze off a few times but never falling completely asleep, sometimes watching Mark drive, in a way that’s weirdly attractive to you, and other times looking outside the window.

It stays like this until a familiar tune starts playing on the radio and you’re muttering an ‘oh my god.’

“Dude, no way.” Mark says excitedly as he moves to turn the volume up. It’s a song that he showed to you one day, one that was a part of his vinyl collection and you’re both giddy that a song that you recognize is finally playing.

You both hum and sing along to it while the singer’s voice blasts through the speakers. “And I take a deep breath and I get real high!” You sing loudly, making Mark laugh as he takes quick glances at you and your improv performance with your phone. “And I scream from the top of my lungs...”

“What's going on?” You both scream with the radio, laughing afterwards.

As the chorus starts, you act on impulse and open the window so you can stick you head outside while Mark sings the ‘yeah, yeahs’ and drums on the steering wheel. You don’t even mind the cold wind hitting your face and making your hair fly around. You feel happy and in love and when you get inside again, looking at Mark, he has a smile on his lips that tell you he feels the same way.

✱

You finally get to the beach an hour later because you make Mark stop at another themed restaurant that you couldn’t let pass by, but it’s perfect because the sun is setting and it looks like something out of  a movie.

“This is so perfect, Mark.” You breath out when you two finally make to the sand. You don’t mind the cold wind , actually think that it makes it even better.

“Yeah.” He lets out a sigh, his hair getting in all directions and his nose turning pink from the cold. “Was worth the drive, huh?”

You hum, moving closer so you can hug him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” He feels warm because of all the layers he has on, and his cologne is still strong making you sigh as you continue to watch the sunset with your head resting on his chest.

“Thank you for coming with me.” His words are muffled but so sincere that you’re hit with the wave of infatuation that has been building ever since you got into that car. Maybe ever since you took his virginity inside an old cabin. You could cry as you look at him, your eyes glassy as he meets them and gives you your favorite smile in the world.

“I love you, Mark.” You mutter quietly, like it’s a secret you share. It’s the first time either of you have said it, jokes about being in love aside, and it feels right.

“I love you too.” He says just as quietly and then you’re both giggling like silly before he kisses you.

It you still believed in soulmates you’d probably say Mark is yours, because that's just how you are and that’s how it feels like. But you don’t believe in that anymore. You believe in the way you feel when Mark is around and you believe in the way he makes you smile without even trying.

And deep down you believe this is how it was meant to be all this time.

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Can I please get Duncan Shepard spoiling the little reader 💓

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

Of course you can and I hope this doesn’t suck too much, because I wrote it in a bad headstate, so I hope it doesn’t suck too much, and I am always here for more little! reader… I am working on another fic about it… so be on the lookout for it!

WARNINGS: DDLG Themes, Little! Reader, Daddy Kink, Rainy Days.

You hated rainy days.

Not only because they were cold (and when there was any kind of thunder or lightning you would be found under kilos of blankets and sheets) but because they stopped you from going out outside.

Mostly in the days you could spend with your daddy, who was a very busy man, so you treasured the nights and days spent together.

You had planned to go out for a nice breakfast in your favorite place, the one that was too greasy for Duncan, but you loved with all your heart, so he tolerated it for you (and he quite liked it, although he wouldn’t admit it).

Then you had already settled on a nice walk through your favorite park, so that you could fed the pigeons, meanwhile you twirled all around in the pretty white dress Duncan had gifted you for your anniversary.

Then it was the time for the little gallery, in town you had discovered on the internet, which showcased one of your favorite artists, and you knew already that Duncan would be more than thrilled to have some fun with you, as you wandered for the corridors, closed just for you two.

And then the night would be spent at home, since you probably would feel extremely tired, and a good Disney movie would be the remedy for it, meanwhile you shared your favorite take-out with Duncan.

Eventually falling asleep on the man, had you felt like you weren’t in the mood for a “desert”…

But none of those plans would be happening now, since rain had threatened your day, and feeling extremely bratty you stomped your foot to the ground, hoping that this would make the weather change, but it didn’t and you just hid with a terrible frown under your favorite blanket, the one with disney princesses.

Duncan came at you, after he had managed to set up everything for your breakfast.

He hadn’t minded the weather too much attention, since he hadn’t cared whether you spent your day together at home or outside, but he had kind of smelled off your bad mood from the start, coming at you with a mug full of hot cocoa, as a peace offering.

“Hey, sweetheart, can you come out of your castle for me?” he asked gently, as he faced your blanket cocoon, getting a slight shake of your shoulder, an obvious no.

“If this is my castle, then, daddy, you should call me a princess” you replied, showing your spoiled and regal face to Duncan, who moved the mug, which he had in his hands onto the little coffe table next to the sofa, not wanting some of it to spill out, then he gently grabbed the blankets cocoon, and shook it gently, catching your attention.

“Please, forget me, your majesty” he huffed, faking an apology “… I meant no harm to your royals status, I don’t think that a common girl could be just as beautiful as you, my princess”.

Laughter erupted by the blanket, although he knew that your bad mood was far from over.

But it was a good start.

You came out, lured by the smell of hot cocoa, more than by Duncan’s praises.

And although you already hated today, you felt a bit better after your tummy was full of chocolate, but Duncan had understood that you weren’t in your best mood so he was looking behind the reason why, you were as stormy inside as the weather outside.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, settling himself up beside you, as he came back in the living room with a cup of coffe for himself, meanwhile you occupied the three quarters of it.

“I just hate rain” and from the harsh glare you sent to the water pouring outside he knew you weren’t joking “…. we were supposed to have a wonderful day, daddy! I had already planned it!”.

And then you had explained any activity you had planned for you two for that day, effectively surprising Duncan, who gifted you with a soft “good girl” as you neared the end of your plan.

“That would have been truly delightful” he commented: it was truly heartwarming for him to know that you wanted to spend so much time with him, it made him feel like you were trusting him and wanted him as your caregiver “… but the rain doesn’t mean that it can’t happen”.

His eyes shone with intensity and you knew that he had some ideas.

“… but daddy! We can’t go to the park or we’ll catch a cold!” you reminded him.

“You are right, my smart baby” his smirk was nothing sort of dull “… but I am pretty sure that your room might be even bigger than the park, so can you wait for me there?”.

You huffed, again annoyed, but the fact that Duncan somehow had a plan brought you some relief to your “stormy” mood: weren’t you lucky to have such a dedicate daddy?

“Don��t be too late or I’ll give your tea to Emilio!” You threatened, before scurrying off, thinking about which stuffed animal would sit to your right and which to your left.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby” he commented, meanwhile he went to get his phone.

———

A few hours of playing “pretty princesses” with Duncan (and something for which you had needed to turn your stuffed animals, so they wouldn’t witness you and Duncan getting naughty), your lunch finally came.

But it wasn’t only the catering system that had come with your food, but some pretty stern looking guys with enormous boxes, which Duncan welcomed inside.

You immediately clutched onto his arm, scared of all the strangers, suddenly coming to your house, and Duncan gently ushered you, cooing softly in your ear, meanwhile he softly caressed your hair.

“You said that you wanted to visit the gallery and since we can’t go there, I thought about ‘bringing the gallery to you’ ” he smiled as the men who had brought the boxes inside, revealed the painting under big and dark sheets of fabric they used to protect them.

“Daddy this is too much!” you muttered, embarassed but Duncan simply looked at you, meanwhile you both moved onto the couch so that they could show you all the exhibition from a more secluded and comfortable position, and uttered.

“There is no such thing as ‘too much’ for my good girl” he had smooched your forehead, before he mentioned to the exhibition director to start his introduction, meanwhile the other two moved the picture, making you read their clumsy antics.

This entire gig lasted two hours, before you eventually grow a tad annoyed and restless and were unable to continue on just listening.

But fear not because Duncan had already planned something else.

And the door ringed again, but this time a flock of people with dress-bags came in, showcasing famous names of researched boutiques, and some of the people coming in were even tailors, coming with their tools to tailor you a dress just for your figure.

And you had quite your fun moving around and twirling happily in your skirt, or moving up and down in your newest heels, meanwhile Duncan kept your sippy cup filled with sparkling juice, meanwhile he himself tried something on.

Eventually also the shopping got the best of you and you were bored, and a tad tired because of the eventful afternoon and Duncan seemed ready to have another plan…

… but you had no more energy.

“I think that I want to sleep the excitement off, daddy”.

“Oh, are you sure, sweetie?” he asked softly, cooing at you and moving away his phone to take a good look at you “… well I am pretty sure that avoiding your afternoon nap didn’t help”

“But I was having too much fun, daddy!” you protested, and Duncan simply relented smiling softly, gently picking you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist, meanwhile you nestled your face in his shoulder “… you are such a good daddy”.

“And you a spoiled brat” at your protesting punc on his shoulder he let out a laugh “… my beloved spoiled brat”

[mooxnlights]

Doubts

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: Isaiah Jesus x reader, Finn, Michael

Warnings: insecurities about body image

Word Count: 1,427

Requested: Yes

littlemisscaptainfandom: Hi could you tag me in all of your Peaky stuff! I love it 💛 also could I request either a Michael Gray or Isaiah Jesus x reader where the reader is self conscious because she doesn’t have the perfect ‘flapper’ figure most women had (like a little chubby tummy) ? Thanks boo x

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batmanbatmanbatmanbatmans-bitch: can you do isaiah jesus x reader imagine? it can be a cheating scandal or jealousy or anything in general but a happy ending please :D

A/N: I tried not to be too specific about the reader's weight/body image because I want everyone to feel included in my reader inserts so I hope it was descriptive enough but at the same time not too descriptive.

You said nothing as you took a swing from your champagne flute, your eyes remaining on where Isaiah was stood at the bar of The Garrison, more specifically the giggling woman hanging off his arm. You recognized her immediately as one of his many ‘customers’ but you had no idea what had them both conversing for as long as they were, Isaiah wasn't dealing snow tonight- It was a social occasion and you had been cracking down on him enough as it is about his dealing. 

But ten minutes later and Isaiah hadn’t returned with the refill he originally left your table for and they were still talking, well flirting you would call it. You huffed slamming your now empty glass down on the table gathering the attention of Michael, Finn and the two girls in their laps whose names you couldn't remember.

“You off then?” Michael questioned as you stood rather purposefully. 

“Let Is know I’ve gone home, if he comes back that is,” you responded with malice dripping from your tone as you glanced over at him and the girl. 

And with no further conversation exchanged you hastily made your way out of the pub and to yours and Isaiah’s shared flat although the anxious feeling in your gut had you doubting he’d be returning home tonight.

It was only when you made it home that you let the tears that had been welling up since you noticed Isaiah with the gorgeous woman finally spill over accompanied by loud sobs. You knew it was stupid, you knew that leaving without any kind of answer would only just deepen that pit of insecurity and anxiety you could feel slowly taking over your body.

You trusted Isaiah, in all the time you had been together he had never given you a reason to doubt his loyalty to you, but as you stripped out of your dress to change into your nightwear all that seemed to fly out the window. Of course the woman he was talking to had to be the complete opposite of you physically, your hair suddenly seemed too dull, your style too plain, your skin not perfect enough and your physique- You were suddenly all too aware of how different angles and positions made your stomach look much more prominent, that, of course, led to you pointing out how it protruded over the waistband of your underwear. How your dress didn't sit as perfectly as the other woman who was holding your boyfriend's attention for much too long in your eyes. How your figure wasn't at all similar to the women you found yourself surrounded by every day.

You had lost count of the flaws you had managed to pick out as you stood in front of the mirror, not knowing how much time had gone by as you washed your face and changed to crawl into bed. 

You didn’t fall asleep, you couldn’t with your thoughts being on either Isaiah and what he was doing or the insecurities that you were acutely aware of every time your hand brushed your stomach or when the old creaked ever so quietly when you turned over that no one else would be able to hear if they weren't listening for it.

You let out a shaky sigh as you heard Isaiah enter and crawl into bed, “why did you leave? You had me worried when I couldn’t find you right away,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him despite how stiff your body became when you felt him slip in behind you.

“Surprised you even noticed I was gone,” you muttered pathetically.

“What do you mean? I didn’t stay out much longer when the boys told me you had gone home, was all too eager to get back to you my love,” his voice was dripping with love as he laid watching you, waiting for you to turn over and curl into him as you always do.

“Oh please,” you scoffed sitting up and shrugging out of Isaiah’s grasp, “I saw the way she was looking at you and don't think I didn’t notice how she held your attention for so long, is ‘I’m going to get another pint’ code for ‘I’m going to rendezvous with a gorgeous woman who is not my girlfriend’?”

“That’s what you’re pissed about? Seriously?” Isaiah questioned getting out of the bed to begin stripping down to his underwear. You knew he was purely doing it to get more comfortable and to get ready for bed but seeing the way the moonlight shone off of his perfect chest just made you groan in frustration and bury your face in your hands as the tears began to fall.

“Babe come on, all she was doing was putting on a show to get some kind of discount, and I wasn't even selling,” he began to explain not understanding where half your worries have come from. “Besides it wasn’t like it even turned my head, I swear if she twirled her hair one more time she was going to rip a piece out.” 

“She was beautiful though,” you responded glancing up at him.

“Not when she started cursing me out when I told her I wouldn't be dealing in that shit anymore,” he scoffed before frowning at the sight of your tears.

“What?”

“You don’t like it so I’m not going to be selling anymore,” he stated simply as he crawled into bed and pulled you into his lap to wipe your tears.

“No Is,” you whispered, embarrassed as you looked down at the contrast between your body and his. That being enough for you to crawl off of him, your earlier thoughts clouding your mind once again after disappearing momentarily.

“What’s going on?” He questioned letting you have your space, “I promise you nothing happened.”

“I’m not as thin as those girls that hang off you Isaiah,” you blurted out.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He responded his voice raising slightly.

“You know what I mean,” you looked down at your lap again regretting bringing it up in the first place.

“Yeah and so what? Those girls are fucked up, spoilt little brats who think that if they offer themselves up like some cheap whores I’ll give them free fucking drugs- They don’t give a shit about me. You fucking love me and if you really think that I’m going to give up you, the love of my life, for some coke head just because she’s ‘thin’ then honestly I don’t know what to think.”

He was annoyed, you couldn’t pinpoint what he was annoyed at exactly, whether it was you doubting him or your self worth but it was enough for you to drop your head into his lap as a second wave of tears washed over you, resulting in a flurry of apologies to leave your lips.

It wasn’t until Isaiah turned you over so that you were looking up at him that your ‘I’m sorries’ seized.

“You must hate me,” you whispered before biting your lip.

“I love you more than anything, even when you're being as dramatic as those women on the pictures,” he reassured in response to your current theatrics and leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

When he pulled away you covered your face in embarrassment while Isaiah let out a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much stress tonight,” he said softly while brushing a strand of hair off your cheek as you pulled your hands away from your face to gaze up at him.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you Is,” you whispered regrettably as he took your hand in his.

He leaned down once again for another kiss, this one harder and more purposeful than the last. “Don’t be sorry, I just don’t want to hear that kind of talk again. There’s no one but you. No one.”

You nodded your head and shifted out of his lap and under the covers, scooting closer to him and hooking your leg over his waist as he joined you and laid down next to you. His hands rested on your hips pulling you impossibly close, your foreheads pressed against each other as you stared into each other's eyes. No words needed to be said, you just needed to hold each other, feel the heat of each others bodies, all the while basking in the comfort of knowing that neither of you was going anywhere, that you belonged to each other and nothing could come between that.

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Swift As Karma (Part 39)

Azula cringed in her grasp, unsure of how to take such a boldly affectionate gesture. She wondered if she should return it, but she felt all too awkward to do so. So she just sat still until Katara loosened her hold. 

“Too much?” Katara asked, flushing. 

Azula nodded. Far too soon, she thought. Frankly, TyLee was the only person who she was accustomed to receiving that kind of affection from. And now the girl was gone. Gone and Azula was left in the company of only former enemies. Of people she was still only just getting used to. It left her on edge and perhaps even a little afraid.  With TyLee around, at least she had one ally if things went wrong. Now, she had only herself. 

“Sorry.” Katara mumbled. 

Azula shrugged. “It’s fine.” She added after a moment, deciding that it would be best to make sure that there was as little tension as possible. 

“I’m sure things will go back to normal once we defeat the Fire Lord.” Sokka threw in. 

“Aang is dead and my father won’t have me back. Normal is gone.” Azula replied. She decided that she was not a fan of change, not at all. 

“Well maybe something new will be better?” Sokka tried. 

She failed to see how her father’s resentment and the blood on her hands was better. She could see it on Katara’s face that the girl also didn’t see anything better about Aang’s demise. She got herself semi-cozy in her sleeping bag and simply muttered a, “perhaps.” 

“You can come stay by us, you know.” Toph offered. “Instead of all the way over there.” 

Azula thought for a moment, she supposed that the distance wasn’t as pleasant without TyLee there to roll over in her sleep and snuggle the former princess. She moved her sleeping bag closer to the fire and the rest of the group. She listened to them chatter for a while, stepping in once or twice if a conversation peaked her interest. Mostly though, she was running through events in her mind. Everything that had led her to where she was now. 

Every misstep and every right step. 

For her thoughts she sleeps fitfully. Especially when she thinks of her duties.

It is inevitable so she might as well stop resisting. She will fight her father, whether she lived or died in doing so didn’t really matter. Whether he lived or died, that was what mattered; his death would be profound and for the better. His life would destroy other life. 

She was going to have to kill her father and she didn’t know if she could. If killing Aang haunted her, killing her own father was going to be hell for her mind. She supposed that, that was just one more facet in the price she was going to have to pay for killing someone who didn’t deserve death. 

Part of her didn’t think she had anything to fear in that regard. She didn’t feel as though she were strong enough to even get her father into a position where she’d have the power to decide whether or not she’d kill him. Even with four elements on her side, he had the upper hand; he taught her everything she knew about firebending, he knew exactly where her weak points lie and how to exploit them. 

Azula bunched herself into a little ball.

There was one thing that he knew nothing about…

But she knew just as little. 

Her mind wandered to the upcoming invasion and she ultimately decided that she was going to have to learn. She both dreaded and knew that it would probably be a smart decision to try to make contact with the avatars again.

She decided that she would. 

.oOo.

She was more or less fully awake two hours later. The sky was still  an inky blue and still had a healthy glittering of stars. Azula emerged from her blankets and wandered towards the clearing. She could hear, all around her, the noise of the night; crickets and squirrel-toad varieties and the occasional bellow of a cat-owl. She wished that she could see the night sky again, it used to soothe her. 

Instead she seated herself at the center of the clearing. For a moment she only listen to the animal noises and the rippling of the nearby river. To the rustling of the leaves in the breeze. She didn’t need to, but she closed her eyes anyways. It simply felt appropriate. 

She couldn’t tell how long she’d been sitting there before she received the first tingle of a response. She had an inkling that her unease, kept her from reaching the neutral state that was needed to get to the Spirit World. And so Aang came to her. 

She could see him, actually see him. 

She could see nothing else, but at least she could see something. 

Her cheeks felt wet and she brushed the tears away with the back of her hand. 

“Hi, Azula.” Aang greeted with a smile. She didn’t think that he should be smiling at her. “Thanks for helping Katara and Sokka find their dad. I know that it bothered them a lot to be away from him.” 

Azula nodded. 

“You’re getting pretty good at earthbending. I always had a hard time with that one.” Aang smiled 

“It’s water that I have trouble with.”  Azula paused. “I should be good at it, it’s not much different from how I firebend.”

“I’m sure that you’ll get it.” 

The conversation seemed to die. She supposed that she should get to the heart of why she had initiated the discussion in the first place. “I need to learn at least a little airbending. I need to be able to get into the avatar state and control it. Hakoda and the others are planning an invasion and I need to be able to get into the avatar state when it happens.” 

“I know that feeling.” Aang laughs. “I almost learned how to control it. That was the last thing I did before…”

Azula cringed to herself. 

“I wasn’t quite able to get there though because there was no way that I was going to give up Katara!”

Azula tilted her head. 

“Yeah. I met this guru and he was teaching me all kinds of stuff about chakara and the four elements. And then he told me that I’d have to let go of any earthly attachments.” He rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t going to give Katara up.”

“Because you loved her.” Azula stated more than asked. 

“Yeah.” His expression softened. “More than anything.”

“I won’t have that problem.” Azula replied. Yet her mind wandered to TyLee. Then again, she had just let her go. “Perhaps I should talk to this guru.” 

“That might be a good idea, while they plan the invasion, you can talk to Pathik. I hope you like onions and bananas.” 

Once again she tilted her head in puzzlement. “I don’t like bananas.” She paused, twirling her bangs around her finger. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t be able to get into the avatar state, not with the others around.”  She could feel them dancing on the fringes of her mind. She feared what would happen if they began to push forward and she couldn’t say what was keeping them from doing just that. “They still want me gone.”

“They know that, that’s not good for the universe.” Aang replied. “As angry as they are, they aren’t going to sacrifice the entire world to get revenge.” 

“So they will work with me?”

“Ask them.” 

Azula’s mouth went dry. “I can’t do that, Aang.” She could already feel their resentment overwhelming her. She vividly recalled how it felt to have them turn her own chi against her and how it felt to have them cut her off from it completely. Her tummy fluttered nervously at the very prospect of inviting them to do something like that again. 

“I know you don’t trust them. And I know that they don’t trust you, but someone has to make a move.” Aang replied. “I failed as an avatar because I could never make a move.” 

“You didn’t fail as an avatar…” Azula triled off. He didn’t fail anymore than she was. “You might have been afraid, but you were a good person who wanted what was best for the world.” It was more than she could say. 

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was afraid herself. It wasn’t like how things were with her father. With him, she could fail and it would only put a dent in his odds at victory. A dent that he could easily repair. If she failed the invasion, it was over. 

“You ran away, but you came back.” She replied. “That’s what matters, isn’t it?” 

Aang nodded. “I guess that it is.” He trailed off. “I think that we can say the same for you, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve done bad things, but you want to fix them. I think that, that counts for something.” He looked at her with an aura of warmth. 

She only stared at her palms, pretending that she actually could see them. “Some things can’t be fixed.” 

“You’re right.” Aang replied. “I’m not coming back. You can’t fix that. But you can fix the things that happened after that. You can stop more things from breaking because of it.” 

Azula closed her eyes once more and inhaled. She let the mental barrier fall, fully expecting to be bombarded by angry voices and ripples of unpleasant energy. She found herself met with nothing at all. Somehow that was almost worse. To know that she wasn’t even worth wasting energy on. 

“If you want to save the world you are all going to have to work with me.” She tried to sound nonchalant. It mostly worked. They responded to her with just as much indifference, if not, more. 

She sighed audibly and buried her face in her palms in frustration. 

After a moment, she looked up again. “Can you talk to them for me?”

Aang’s expression darkened considerably. That was enough for her to know that he had already tried. “You’re the reason that they’re letting me use my chi again?” 

“Yeah…” Aang answered. 

Azula closed her eyes once more and pushed herself into a deeper sense of meditation. She needed to be fully in the Spirit Realm. With the avatars standing idle, she shed some of the fear that was tethering her spirit to her physical body. 

She allowed it to drift away. 

Drift until she felt weightless. 

Until she left her body entirely.

There was a brief window of bliss and carelessness as she transported into the Spirit Realm. And a greater window of it when she found that she could see in full. Aang was still a spectral figure, he stood upon a stoney platform that teemed with bright green vines. The sky was a deep blue and the ground beneath was lush with violet and bright purple flowers. 

She looked down at her own body; her skin was a soft warm hue. Though not elegant silks, her outfit was a deep crimson. It had a fuzzier texture. She wandered over to a small pool of water that was surrounded by a host of equally lush mangrove trees. 

She hadn’t seen her own face in so long.

It disoriented her for a morent. It was different. She didn’t know why, but she had expected to see the exact same face she always had; soft and delicate, and framed by long locks with a touch of makeup.

That wasn’t what she observed. She looked older, tired. Her face had more sharpness to it. It didn’t look as gaunt  as it had when she’d first cut her hair, neither did it look as full as before her banishment. Her hair had grown out some, but it still didn’t reach her shoulders. And she has no make up, it was strange to see herself without it. 

It was strange to see at all. 

And for that, she wasn’t picky about what she was seeing. It was just nice to see her own face at all. 

It was nice to see the blue of the sky reflecting in the water. To see a few stars and a twisting, holographic, spectral smoke in all variety of color. It danced in the sky in a Spirit World equivalent of the spectacle found in the Water Tribes.

Everything was so vibrant. She wanted to cry all over again.  

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Aang asked. “When I first came here I was in this murky swamp. It was all crumbled.” 

“I miss seeing color…” She mumbled. She took a seat and plucked one of the flowers, twirling it between her fingers and watching the purple blur with motion. “I miss seeing texture.” 

“I can imagine.” Aang replied. 

She put the flower aside. Really, she ought to stay on task. But the world around her was so enticing and so new. 

“It’s comfy here in the Spirit Realm. It makes being dead a bit easier. I miss Appa and Momo though. How are they?”

Azula thought for a minute. “I think that they’re doing alright, I don’t have the same connection you had with them.” She paused, she barely had a connection with them at all. “The bison misses you. He...tolerates me, I think.”

“Will you take care of he and Momo for me?” 

“Katara and Sokka do that.” 

“I’d like it if you did too, I can sense them when you talk to them and I think that they can sense me too.”

“I suppose that I can, if I ever get a chance.” She couldn’t imagine that she’d have the time between training sessions.

Aang beams widely, “thanks! It always makes me smile when I get to interact with Appa and Momo.” 

Azula nodded, it was the least she could do. Afterall, the former avatar had been making this as easy for her as he possibly could. He was the only one. “I should try to call them again. I’ll probably be harder to ignore when I’m standing in their territory.” A small prickle of anxiety worked its way back in.

“Yeah, just pick one and see if they respond. That’s what I always did. I talked to Roku and Yangchen the most.” 

Azula stood up and searched the treeline, she caught no presence so instead she mentally willed Roku forward. The man was a firebender. He was her great great grandfather. She supposed she’d have better odds with him. Not that she hadn’t disappointed him.

She didn’t think that he’d actually come, so she didn’t know what to say when he did. She bowed in way of a greeting and he returned it. 

“I need them to work with me, all of them.” 

Roku sighed. “Trust is earned, not given.” 

“I don’t have time to earn it.” She mumbled. “I, at least, need them to hear me out. Will you hear me out?”

“That’s what I am here to do.” Roku replied. 

“I know I’m not even supposed to be here, but I promised them...Aang’s friends that I would help them save the world. I can’t do that without the avatar state and I can’t use that if I don’t have the support of all of you. I....” she faltered. “I don’t know what to do.” 

“Keep working to earn their trust, that’s what I would do. Aang’s friends are warming up to you, that is working in your favor.” Roku said. 

“It also helps when you use your bending for good things!” Aang added. “They liked the whole Boiling Rock thing.”

Roku nodded in agreement. “That is my advice to you, actions don’t have to be profound. Little things earn trust too. So do them.”

“Appa really likes apples.” Aang noted. 

It took her a moment to realize that he was suggesting that bonding with Appa could be one such small thing. It was a fair plan, a working one really, save for that she was running out of time so fast. “I don’t think that I’ll be able to earn their trust on time.”

“You will just have to try.” Roku responded as he departed. 

Azula’s shoulder sagged in anticipated defeat. The dismal energy must have been radiating from her because Aang put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re not a bad person Azula. Not anymore. I don’t think that it will be as hard as you think it is, to earn their trust.” 

Azula shrugged. “Zuko always complained that you were an optimist…” She straightened her posture once more and decided to give it one last try. A final call to get the avatars to come forward and speak with her. 

She closed her eyes and reached out, physically and mentally. At first she felt absolutely nothing and then there was a soft swell of energy. A lot of it. It didn’t seem hostile, but it had an intimidating incredible power to it.

A spectral tentacle curled around her wrist.