#ya know i’ve been sitting on this forever (like always) but there is just. something missing

[pricklyjim]

I LOVE YOUR ART SOOO MUCH. I can just sit here and stare at it for hours. It's so expressive.

(sorry if this was already asked) I'm curious, did you go to school for art? or self-taught?

just.. lovely work.. if you ever consider making a print(s) I will be first in line!!

aww! THANK YOU!!

I never went to art school, but I always wanted to! I always dreamed of working in a creative field, like character design or comic making but it wasn’t really something my family ever saw as a “real” option, so I didn’t have the opportunity and I never went through with it.

I used to draw all the time as a kid and in high school—it’s always been really relaxing for me and I get so much joy from making stupid silly drawings, most of the them I make them to on and on the train to work on my ipad :)

I’ve also always loved comics and making up stories, so art has kinda just been a part of me forever i suppose!

as for prints… I have no idea how! No idea what that would entail! And honestly, I’m not sure if my art is even wanted THAT much? ya know?

nonetheless THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT❤️🫶

[lethalchiralium]

stares in a distinct way. like in a way that my head is at a 90 degree angle

[saintslewis]

forever yours: the series | 44

— series.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black oc, lindokuhle lee vilakazi

summary: work just never ends for lee, even during her down time but hey? more money and possibly more connections.

warnings for this chapter: cussing, outfit descriptions, social media.

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ATLANTA, GA

The smell of hair straighteners burning through each bundle filled Lee with some sort of comfort, knowing she was going to walk out of this salon with a fresh do and a check on her maintenance to-do list.

It wasn’t that exciting of a race that she’d have to go to in a few days time. Austria. Not always the most fun of grand prixs but it fills a gap for the ever growing f1 calendar. She looked straight ahead at the mirror watching the hairstylist work her magic in the prestigious looking salon Lee had seen on instagram.

The stylists here were nosy, trying to be all up in people’s businesses including that of customers. Lee had no time to take no bullshit but she knew the lady was still working on her head, something she knew she couldn’t afford to mess up. Her phone became boring after some time even seeing a few messages from her assistant and her niece’s babysitter/ au pair.

“Hold up, hold up!” A voice yelled out in the salon with excitement in the tone. “Don’t I know you from somewhere, girl?”

Lee hoped and prayed that they weren’t talking to her. They couldn’t be. She wasn’t all that known except in the f1/sports community. “Yeah, you look real familiar, girl!” And in the corner of her eye, she saw another hairstylist plop down on the seat next to her with the biggest grin on her face. “Kya! Remember that girl I showed you with that fine ass man two weeks ago?” The lady shouted over to someone else.

Oh God. Lee immediately knew what this was about. It’s all anyone recognised her for the past few weeks. During the week of the Canadian Grand Prix, someone compiled a bunch of vids that included Lee and the sport’s greatest, Lewis Hamilton lookin cozy. First, it was the camera pointed to Lee during the race and of course she had to admit, her makeup looked good that day.

Then it was when a couple of fans saw them walking together through the paddock to their respective cars, laughing and a hug that lasted a little longer than usual and that had the internet going ballistic.

Forcing a smile, Lee gathered the energy to speak when the lady was done speaking. “Yeah! That’s her! That nigga looked rich, girl. That’s your man or what because if not, a sister could use a little lovin.” The woman laughed, causing a ripple effect in the salon, hairstylists and patrons alike.

To be messy or to not be messy? It’s not like she’s ever going to see these people ever again.

“We’re not a thing. He’s just a close friend but if you want, I’ll put in a good word for ya.” Lee spoke, already feeling the heat of the hot comb a little too close to her scalp through the wig cap.

The woman stared at her then smiled. “You a real one! And your accent is cute as hell.” She got up and left Lee’s side to her other friends and Lee sighed in relief. She’s been asked that very question one too many times in the past few weeks.

Sitting for another 30 minutes, Lee finally got up, paid and left the salon feeling all brand new. Of course she spared smiles and laughs with the hairstylists but she’s never wanted to get out of there quicker. The noise and heat was just overstimulating her senses. She still tipped though, you don’t get champagne at every hair salon.

“Yes, Santana?” Lee answered the phone, settling into her car seat of her rental. She’ll admit it, she did splurge on the rental but it’s not like she had anything to lose. Although the Maybach did fuel some unnecessary rumours.

“Lee, oh my goodness! I’ve been trying to reach you. Anyways, Lewis’ publicist and I were speaking and he’d like for you to speak in his segment for Drive to Survive in Austria. He arranged a whole thing.” Santana spoke through the phone, sounding like she was in the city.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she thought over of it for a second. “You know what? Sure. I know there’s gonna be a bit of a schedule change though for me, right?” Lee asked, fastening her seatbelt and connecting her phone to the car speaker so she could pull out of the parking space.

“Yeah, you’d be missing that SkySports segment with Danica about Red Bull and VCARB. So it’s all up to you-”

“Absolutely cancel that shit. I’ll speak to Lewis more about the deets but thank you, Santana. See you at the airport, yeah?” She turned into a drive thru of some fast food restaurant, she was too hungry to even focus.

The two wrapped up the convo and within 10 minutes, Lee got her food. Deciding to not eat in the car, she sped through to her airbnb and hopped out. Setting her phone on the kitchen island, she facetimed Lewis rather so she could eat.

“You still in Spain? I know those clouds from anywhere.” She joked once the call connected and she could see his confused face pop up on the screen. “Matter of fact, I’m in London but I’ll let you have that one.” Lewis smiled, finding a spot to sit down so he could have her whole attention.

“Listen, I’m hearing that you wanted me to speak with Netflix?” Lee unpacked her food order and laid it out in front of her.

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit before realising what she was talking about. “Oh um, yeah. Wanted to get through to you professionally and all that. Need someone on my side, y’know?” He cleared his throat, making his voice slightly raspy.

“My whole career is based around supporting you, Lewis. So I don’t mind, you know I got it. They want me to say some shit about your move to Ferrari?” Lee looked at the screen as she drank her soda.

Lewis nodded, his eyes slightly squinted under his cap. “I know it’s been a recurring topic but I just wanted someone who’ll be positive all the way through the segment.” He scratched his beard.

“Okay, no problem. I’ll talk to those directors then because they tried to talk to me earlier. You know I was supposed to work with Danicka before I heard of your thing?” Lee chuckled in disbelief, biting into a spoonful her grilled chicken bowl.

“You look good.” He spoke, smiling when he saw her being taken aback at his compliment. “Thank you? I got my hair done today, this is what Austria will see on their screens. But did you hear what I said?” Lee raised her eyebrow at the man.

Lewis chuckled before answering. “I heard, love but I don’t want to talk about her or any of them. Tell me, how are you getting to Austria?”

Pausing her hand on the spoon, she looked at him. “No, Lewis, I will not be flying with you. We’ve already got enough rumours as it is. Plus, I don’t wanna step on nobody’s toes.” Lee went back to stabbing through her food.

“Should I ask you again? I rather like the back and forth with you.” Lewis giggled, seeing her eyes dart to the screen once again. “Whatever you say, I’ll just smile and nod.”

She rolled her eyes. He was unbelievable. “Whatever you say, Mr Hamilton. I’ll see you in Austria next week.” Lee smiled, eating another spoonful of her food. He sighed and now it was his turn to roll his eyes at her stubbornness.

The two continued speaking on the Netflix interviews and how the directors would twist their words for the sake of good television. The conversation didn’t last too long because Lewis had other things to tend to whilst Lee would appreciate eating her lunch peacefully without him teasing her about looking like a chipmunk while she had food in her mouth.

-

RED BULL RING, AUSTRIA

Her heels were surprisingly comfortable for their first wear. The small chair that Netflix provided was a bit cold but luckily she didn’t have to be there for too long before she returned to SkySports to film something within the paddock.

The film crew assistant’s hands were shaking as he tried to mic Lee up. Because of how much time it took to get the mic strapped, some people got the nerve to walk up to her in her most peaceful time in the paddock.

“You know, I’ve always thought you looked super intimidating with your heels on! Like you’re a villain or something.” A loud, agitating voice with a side of clacking sandals invaded her personal space even more than the man strapping up the mic on her back.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Lee gave Danicka a sharp look, one that said ‘shut up or you’ll get your ass beat’, and fixed the sleeves or her blazer. It didn’t take too long for everything to be set before beginning her solo segment on something the RedBulls were doing this weekend.

Damn, I need a shot. Or more money to motivate me

So focused on her inner thoughts while watching the playback video of her segment, she got knocked out of it by a tap on her shoulder. Once she felt the tap and it awoke her senses, she also heard the cheers and murmurs surrounding her. It could only be one person.

“Good morning, Lewis.” Lee said to her dear friend, who loved to do this surprising thing lately, as she stood up straight. The man was always in awe when he locked eyes with her. “Mornin’ Lee. I’ll see you later for our thing, yeah?” He smiled, his eyes probably crinkling behind his sunglasses.

“We have a thing?” Her eyebrows furrowed, her nose scrunching up a tiny bit before letting go. A little trait of hers that Lewis loves so much. “You need to check your emails more, sweetheart.” He winked, she just knew he did, behind the designer sunnies before walking away, tucking his hands back into his pockets.

What she could not explain was why her stomach did the thing when he winked. When she smelled his delicious cologne and surprisingly loving his Adam Sandler-esque tracksuit.

“Uh Lee? Are you okay?” The cameraman, Josh, stood up straight and asked his friend in concern. Snapping out of it, she looked at Josh. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’m good. Just fine.” She reassured him, looking back at the direction Lewis went, knowing very well that he left a while ago.

Josh then had a smirk on his face. “Right. What’d your boyfriend say?” He teased, feeling a smack on his arm a second later. “Don’t start with me, Josh. Don’t even think about it, yoh.” She warned, stepping back to the front of the camera to finish up her work.

saint’s notes 🧝🏽‍♀️: wellllll this is a small small introduction to the mini series and how their lil friendship goes! Lewis is a yearnerrrr in this one but that’s alright 🤭 hope you guys enjoyed!

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[briarberrythornedhart]

Haywire

Contains: Eddie Munson & Reader, fluff, sincerity, vulnerability, friends to something more

🦇 ✏️ 🦇

You were just friends. Just hanging out. And you’d thought there would be more people around tonight as human buffer BUT NO it was just you and him in his living room. And he was sitting so close it made you dizzy.

Ope.

He caught you staring. Your gaze was lovingly drifting over his stunning features and when he noticed you looking, his eyebrows shot up.

He waved his hand in a slow figure eight, wiggling his fingers - like he was casting some sort of spell on you.

Maybe he was casting a spell on you? It would explain a lot.

“You okay in there?” He laughed. He snapped the fingers of his left hand a couple times and you must have jumped because then he snorted “Sorry, sorry! You zoned out, though...like...you left me, where’d you go?” He grinned at you, head cocked to the side.

“I’d never leave. I mean I’m paying attention, What is the next step?” You asked, trying to re-focus and NOT on his lips, or his jaw, or the length of his thick pretty neck that you so wanted to kiss and lick and bite down on …oh gawd... how you wanted to taste him all over!

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Ya sure you wanna do this? Right now?? It’s okay if you are bored. This is not the fun part for most folks.”

“Yeah! NO - I’m not bored.” You clutched your notebook to your chest and regulated your breathing. No more yelling FFS you told yourself. ” I told you - I’ve wanted to play DnD for a long time and you know… never got a chance to even roll up a character. The stars just weren’t aligned for it I guess and the group near me didn’t want me in the mix....”

“Well, that’s not a problem here. There won’t be any of that bullshit on my watch. There’s Equal opportunity for doom or glory in Hellfire Club.” Eddie let the words doom and glory rumble in his chest. Theatrical as ever.

“Thank you.” You smiled and felt heat flush your cheeks.

“You’re so welcome, you always are.” he shook his mane of hair and chuckled again, wry and self-effacing. Which you would NEVER have expected from this guy. When you were introduced to him he was cocky as hell, strutting around and getting right into your personal space and teasing you like you’d been close friends forever and then - you get him alone like this- and he transforms into this sweet and modest and shy… total gentleman.

You were so completely fucked.

I mean, if only. You wished you were. But this was all so sadly gentlemanly and platonic.

He licked his lips and tapped his pencil on the DM’s guide while he pondered something seriously. Your mouth watered. And since he was so intently not paying attention to you- you took him in - looked him all over.

Your lips felt suddenly so dry and hot and his lips were the cure for every little thing that afflicted you, you knew this. That his perfect lips were the Answer. They were pink, slightly redder and chapped and plumped by his own teeth worrying at his bottom lip and… oh he was speaking to you. Focus.

“But maybe we should wait till later?? Because you seem very baked right now.” Eddie took your pencil away from you, grinning. Your pencil that had made its way (eraser first) between your lips and was getting bitten to hell. “Sweetheart, It was just a beer and we shared that joint…Did you not eat anything today??” He looked mildly concerned. “Do you want a snack or something? Coffee? I think we have Sanka in the cupboard… although what would be the point....”

You shook your head. No.

You didn’t admit it but You were not high. Or tipsy.

That was the thing. Eddie did this to you.

Yes, you’d faked taking that hit off his joint — hoping to look very chill about him offering you one. You’d barely taken a sip of the PBR he’d offered.

You Didn’t need any single thing to make you feel as high as THIS. When you had those big pretty eyes looking at you?? You were floating!

His lashes fluttered when he inhaled, held in the smoke, and then his eyes stared into your soul when he blew out (blowing away from your face - politely) and that just made you want to do unspeakably depraved things. For him. To him. On him.

“We could just… hang out.” Eddie said. “Plenty of time to make a character before next Wednesday and stuff.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. we don’t need to have an activity to be ummm together, you can just ride that wave you are on and I’ll... play guitar at you or something.” He looked down again and huffed almost a laugh. “Obviously you don’t want That, no one wants that, but we could watch a movie....”

The overhead light cast the shadow of his lashes down over his cheekbones.

“I’d like to hear you play and sing one of your songs.” You said.

“Oh no no no,” Eddie leaned backwards and put his hands behind his head, legs spread at the knees - making you long to climb into his lap “I don’t know who told you I can sing... but they were exaggerating... I can scream my lyrics in my less than an octave range.”

“But you are the frontman, you play and sing lead, right??”

“That’s only until we can get Gareth a better mic set up - he’s got a great voice - like an angel.”

“I still want to hear you.” You crossed your arms over your chest and nodded. “c’mon”

“You know what? I think I like this bossy side of you. Is this what happens when you loosen up a bit, you order people around?” Eddie smirked. “It makes me want to do whatever you say.”

“Really?” You asked, your mind reeling at the impossibilities.

“Yes.” Eddie’s tongue rolled over one canine tooth. He pointed at you. “Don’t use your power over me for evil.”

You may have gasped. Just a little.

“Or do.” Eddie scootched closer and his knee touched yours. “Just don’t get me in trouble.”

“Show me what you wear on stage.” You said. Well... demanded.

“It’s not that different than this...” He gestured down at his ripped jeans and his Anthrax T shirt under his gray hoodie. “No corpse paint, no tight leather - we’re thrash - more substance than style. Noooo, don’t look at me all disappointed...I’m just not fancy.” He rubbed his hands over his face.

“I’m not disappointed, i just really doubt you play your fancy red crackle finish guitar... in a gray sweatshirt.”

“Okay, I wear a tank top or something cropped because it’s hot as balls on stage and I pull my hair back sometimes or put my bandana on to keep the sweat from dripping in my eyes, that’s the sum total effort I put in okay? you don’t Really want to hear about me sweating my ass off, right?? Grossing you out, right?”

“No. are you gonna show me or not.”

“Yes. mistress, if you take that tone I guess I must.” Eddie slapped his thighs and stood, “Be right back.” He turned half way down the hall. “If you laugh, you gotta go. You’ll be out that door, high or not.”

He shook his head as he retreated down the hallway and then in a few minutes he emerged with his hair up in a loose bun.

He did a slow awkward turn for you. He was in a scissor cropped Megadeth shirt, with his pretty red guitar unfortunately, blocking your view of his stomach. As he turned you could ogle the curve of his back - see how his underwear - probably cotton boxers - were visible just above his jeans and belt.

“See.... not much to write home about. Functional, though. Practical.” He shrugged.

“You look hot.” you said. without thinking.

Eddie gave you an assessing look. “That’s probably the ganja talking. Or did you mean I look overheated, because yeah, it’s a little warm in the trailer but...”

For some reason this made you furious. “No. You look fucking hot, Eddie! You always look hot and I’m not fucking high. C’mere.”

His eyes went wide, he unslung his guitar and leaned it gently against a chair. “Okay... mistress.” He jumped over the coffee table and sat at the edge of the couch - leaning forward. Leaning towards you - at attention. “Any other demands?” he wasn’t being sarcastic though...

“At shows, you should crop your shirts higher, you should go commando under your jeans “ you snapped the elastic of his underwear. “…and you should not invite me over when no one else is around because apparently I go a little haywire when we are alone together.”

Eddie leaned in and kissed you. A kiss like spun sugar, ephemeral, impossibly sweet, and over too soon.

“I go a little haywire when you are near me too.” He said.

[lunajay33]

Just Us🩶

Summary: In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

A/n: This story starts when the group is on the road after Terminus but I’m gonna make y/n and Carl 18 just to speed along the story!! This is also my first Carl Grimes series! This story includes 18+ scenes, pregnancy and more

•Masterlist•

The prison felt like home, a place where we could make permanent and we did…..for a short while but then the governor came along ruining everything splitting my family up in every direction but who ever above was on our side and we found each other. We worked together and escaped and survived Terminus and now here we all were….well who survived, we lost Beth and the next day we lost Tyrese, it was hard on us all but especially Daryl, Maggie and Sasha but we still had our group that had to be worth something right?

We were walking down a road that felt like it went on forever, all the cars empty of gas, no food, barely any water, just us scattered on the road and the hot Georgia sun beating down on us

“Hey you doing okay?” Carl asked nudging my shoulder

“Oh ya I’ll be fine, just……hungry, how this beautiful little bean?” I asked rubbing Judith’s cheek as she was in Carls arms

“She doing pretty good, she’s small enough she doesn’t need much food plus she’s not burning it off cause she’s being carried all day” he said as he adjusted her

“I can take her for a while” I said holding my arms out for her to give Carl a break

“You sure?”

“Of course you know I love babies” I said smiling as I held her to my chest as she babbled nuzzling against me

“I think she likes you more than me” Carl laughed

“I must just have that motherly vibe she wants” I said teasing him knowing how protective he was of her

Carls Pov

Seeing y/n hold Judith made my heart beat fast, she’s been my best friend since grade 2 and having her be with me during all this chaos was a blessing, she was my light and peace through all the gore and despair

But along the way, I don’t know when but she changed from being my fun loving best friend to this woman who was beautiful and caring and would do anything for the ones she loved, but I couldn’t ruin what we had not in this world

But the image before me, my little sister in her arms, and how quickly Judith took to her as if she was her mother, y/n always had that caring motherly aura about her even at the prison she’d try to help the kids but now we were 18 and maybe I wanted more with her maybe with this little time we had I should tell her

Y/n Pov

Carl had been glancing at me all day, I had caught him a few times and his cheeks would become beet red and I thought it was adorable, I’ve always found Carl charming in his own way, he was kind and always made me feel included when we were younger, and when people came back from the dead he became very protective and it just made me even more fond of him plus he’s insanely cute so that’s a plus

The group found a barn to sleep in for the night it was nice compared to sleeping in the wide open, atleast this was a bit of shelter and a layer of protection even if it was old

Everyone was scattered around, I was sitting by the little fire with Carl, Rick, Daryl and Michonne while Judith was still in my arms sleeping soundly against my chest

“You tired?” Carl asked from beside me

“A little but I don’t wanna move and disturb Jude” I said as I gently played with her wispy hair

“Here lean on me” he said moving closer so I could lay my head in his shoulder

He laid his head on top of mine, he was taller so his shoulder was at a comfortable height so I wasn’t breaking my neck

“Thank you” I whispered feeling the tiredness fully from the days journey

He wrapped his arm around my back holding my waist and pulling me closer, then I felt him brushing my hair back keeping his hand on my cheek for a bit before he pulled it back

I looked up at him seeing the red was back on his cheeks that warmed my heart, our lips were so close I could feel him breathing

“I’ll protect you y/n, always” he whispered running his hand back through my hair gripping it gently, I could feel my heart beat in my chest, my wrist, everywhere

“Carl promise me……..promise you’ll never leave me”

“I promise as long as you do the same, don’t know what I’d do with out my ray of sunshine” he said smiling as he laid his forehead against mine

This moment was so tender, loving and gentle I’d do anything to just stay in this little bubble of us forever but noooooo other people had to pop it

“Okay love birds calm down” Michonne said making some laugh as we both pulled back a bit blushing like crazy, I laid my head back on his shoulder a little embarrassed hearing Carl clear his throat obviously embarrassed as well

“Says you Michonne” Carl said and that shut her up as I saw Rick smile as he looked at her with such unspoken love, they were bound to be together

Even in when we were all in despair love was the only thing that kept us going, that kept us walking and searching for something, love is all we had and for me it was everything, my love for the group and my personal relationship I have with each one of them, and my deep love for Carl it made me feel safe knowing he was there

“Good night Carl”

“Good night sunshine”

I woke up the next morning finding myself in Carls arms with Judith still in mine cozy between our chests, everyone else still seemed to be asleep so I gently traced my finger over his cheek, his little freckles and tracing down to his pink lips feeling his little huff of air when he’d snore, everything he did made my heart swell more

“Having fun?” My heart jumped not expecting him to wake up

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself” I said hiding my face against his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back

“It’s fine, thought it was cute” he said laughing quietly under his breath

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat it” he said poking my side

“Fine…..”

“How’s Jude?” He asked looking down between us both seeing her curled up sucking her thumb

“Good, still as cute as a button” I said booping her nose lightly

It was silent as we both admired her, she was so naive to everything in the world and still has that wonder about her, she was lucky she had so many people love her

“I miss my baby sister, I remember when my parents brought her home she was so little I wouldn’t leave her side, I helped my mom take care of her, always couldn’t wait to have a baby of my own and now I don’t think I’ll get that and I don’t even know where my family is”

“I’m sorry, maybe they’re out there safe and if we find somewhere safe you can always have a baby don’t give up on that, i remember how you were with her is that why you spend so much time with Judith because it reminds you of Lily?” He asked as he rubbed my cheek

“Maybe…….i just miss her so much she was my best friend before you swooped in” I said trying to lighten the mood

“You know I’m glad you spilled your lunch on me that day, if not I’d never have met such a beautiful best friend”

“We don’t really act like best friends” I said feeling those butterflies in my stomach only he gave me

“Ya I suppose not, I just can’t help it…….do you not like it?”

“If I didn’t like it I would’ve told you Carl” I said smiling softly

Later that day a guy named Aaron found us, told us about this place called Alexandria and with some convincing Rick agreed and the next day we were rolling up to the gates of this supposedly safe protected community, I looked at Carl as he was sat next to me in the back of the car Rick was driving

“You ready?” He asked squeezing my hand

I nodded as I picked up Judith and we all got out gathering by the gate as it opened, showing a little town, unscathed this whole time, nice houses kids running around, the people looked clean but we were still a little wary

“Dianna will see you each and get to know the group but while you’re all waiting you can look around!” Aaron said as he and his husband left

Everyone had their interviews and after all that we found ourselves in a nice big house setting up bed in the living room

I laid down a big comforter and some pillows to make it more comfortable, Rick had taken Judith making me feel lonely, I was so use to holding her

“Mind if I sleep next to you” Carl said smiling as he started to make himself comfortable anyways

I laid down next to him facing each other as I lifted a throw blanket to cover us both up, everyone else was getting settled for bed as well around us still hearing the murmuring of little conversations

“Do you think we will be okay here?” I asked biting my lip nervously

“I don’t know……but I know that if we are all together then we will figure this out”

More parts to come! If you like this and wanna be notified of the next part lmk and I’ll add you to a taglist!!:)

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[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 5: Hidden Relationship

Ruby:*washing plates*

Jaune:*dirty* Hey there stranger. Hard at work I see.

Ruby:I lost a bet with Nora and this is my punishment. What’s with the smudges?

Jaune:Yang wanted to help me “improve my combat abilities.”

Ruby:Ooof, I’m sorry.

Jaune:I’m not immediately sore like last time so that’s something.

Ruby grabs a glass and fills it with water for him.

Jaune:Awww, my heart. *grabs it*

Ruby:Hush you goober. I know Yang’s training all too well. I’m surprised you’re walking.

Jaune:Well y’know, recently I’ve been getting in good stamina training.

Ruby:*red*…Is that so? Hadn’t noticed. My training is always pretty vigorous.

Jaune:Oh I’ve noticed. Guess I still have a long way to go. Although…I’m sure you’d have a little more trouble with my “training”

Ruby:Pfft, oh really? I think I’m pretty fit in case you haven’t noticed!

Jaune:Oh I’ve noticed.

Ruby:…..*flicks water on him*

Jaune:Ah!

Ruby:I couldn’t think of a comeback. You’re filthy anyways. I’m just washing you up a bit.

Jaune:If that’s the case…I think there’s a smudge around my chin I can’t quite get off.

Ruby didn’t know if it was herself, Nora, or Yang that has influenced Jaune, but it was a diabolical blessing. The young knight approached her innocently with a smile. Ruby double checked their surroundings then preceded to gently rub her thumb across his chin. Of course, Jaune took the opportunity to pull her in by her lower back. Ruby gladly became ensnared in his trap, going as far to stand up on her toes and give a sweet, mischievous kiss.

The two of them giggled as they continued peppered each other with growing affection. If only more of these moments could come by frequently. Unfortunately, privacy is hard in a group of nine, and the both of them wished to revel in this growing relationship away from others. Not forever of course, but long enough to make it feel personal and intimate. Although if the others knew, they’d probably tell them intimacy is far from a problem.

Ruby felt her body hold him closer as their kiss became…less innocent. Jaune was seconds away from putting her on the countertop when the click of a doorknob snapped them back to reality. An instant petal burst brought Ruby back to washing dishes while Jaune focused on his water as Yang walked in.

Yang:Hey party people! Ruby, you should’ve seen Jaune during our match. Gotta admit, he’s getting some moves. Almost pinned me a few times.

Ruby:Wow, that’s high praise. Practice must be paying off.

Jaune:*refilling water*

Yang:Someone’s thirsty.

Ruby:Pfft, I’ll say. He’s all red too.

Jaune:W-What can I say? Things got pretty heated, literally.

Ruby:Please don’t singe him. We can’t explain that to Nora.

Yang:He will be fine. All he needs is a little rest and a well deserved bath. Also isn’t Nora supposed to be on dish duty?

Ruby:I lost a bet, which sucks because I wanted to look around Mistral a bit.

Yang:I’ll take over for ya. You suck at drying anyways.

Ruby:Hey!

Yang:I’m gonna put my things away first. Jaune, hit the showers. You smell like smoke. *walks off*

Jaune:Gee, I wonder why!

He waves goodbye at Ruby and heads to the bathroom. Honestly it was a miracle he didn’t singe anything. As he walked in a closed the door, a sudden gust went by him. Jaune turned around and was greeted with a swift hand over his mouth from Ruby while the other quickly locked the door behind him. She slowly moved her hand and smiled.

Ruby: I lied about Mistral

Jaune: You are gonna get me killed.

Ruby tried not to laugh. She ran the sink and turned on the bath for more noise.

Ruby:Gotta make opportunities where you can. Besides…*red* You got me a little riled up.

Jaune:I mean…fair but- my life.

Ruby:You’ll be fine. I’ll sneak out after I learn about this so called “training” so let’s just focus on us. I can also help you wash up, like any good partner would do. Unless… you don’t want to?

She didn’t even let him respond before taking off her cap and sitting on the sink counter with a wide grin. Ruby held her arms out, inviting him. Despite his protests, Jaune easily walked into the embrace and found his hands back where they were before they were interrupted.

Jaune:Prepare for your workout.

Ruby:Hehe, lead on. I’m happily in your care~

[w-d-g]

Hello Dr. Gaster! You brilliant man you. I come bearing hot espresso, hot tea, and some cushions so you can sit on something comfortable. I’m glad people are being kind to you lately. We haven’t spoken, but I’ve been here a while and always want to say or do something nice, I am just always at a loss. I enjoy hearing you talk about your interests, and seeing your lovely smile. I wish I could give you something more, but I don’t want to force something like a hug or taking your hand. I don’t like being touched without being asked, so I don’t imagine you would.

But I hope you’ll enjoy the warm drinks and soft objects while you read or play those games <3 I would love to sit with you quietly if you feel like company, but if not that’s okay too.

[and to the Mun: I love this blog, you do such a wonderful job. Learning all kinds of things from your art and the way you handle asks.]

((his lying ass

((thank you!!! thanks so much!! but u learning from me reminds me of “get this toddling bitch a smoke” /ref

((i reaaaally wanted to draw ur character but i can only do that if u put art of it in there 😭😭😭 u gotta next time it looks so cool PLUS the colors remind me of of my first undertale oc. and for this one his face took a long ass time for some reason?? like i couldnt get the angle right for the facial features. i could still do two panels bc i wasnt changing much. just another reason i need to make a 3d model.

((the most malicious and evil ask is staring at me in my inbox. and i think i know who did it. not gonna name names but its great i love ruining this guys day good job

((unrelated note i edited that last one slightly so if u reposted it u might prefer the edited version idk

((also should i draw my first undertale oc? and like post it? for fun?

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“Of Course, Love”

Deku x Reader

Minors go tf away pls

Izuku sits at his desk, chin propped upon his fist, counting down the minutes until he can go home. His friends try their best to get him to join for a night of bar hopping almost every weekend but he’s already played that game. There’s nothing of interest out there for him. Bakugo even reaches out a couple times a week but, since the divorce, Izuku just doesn’t want anything to do with the possibility of dating or even hooking up.

Bzzt bzzt

Ignoring the alert from his phone buzzing in his pocket, he stands and gathers his belongings. “See ya next week, Iida!” He chirps as he steps inside the elevator.

Bzzt bzzt

Izuku groans at the idea of being pestered for the next three days about “getting out there” and “doing something instead of moping”. But he’s not moping. He just had the realization that when his actual true love comes into his life, it’ll be swift and unexpected. Not some set up thing or someone he picks up from a bar.

His phone buzzes a third time and finally, he retrieves it from his pocket and scrolls through the notifications.

Y/N retweeted your tweet

Y/N liked your tweet

Y/N replied to your tweet

The elevator doors open and Izuku stands firm, staring down at his phone in confusion, “What…the fuck…” He mutters.

“Uhh, Deku?”

His head snaps up to meet the eyes of his now ex-wife, Uraraka. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he slides past her without a word.

————

You sit on your bed questioning whether that was the opening you should’ve taken when you see the notifications cross the top of your phone.

Deku liked your reply

Deku replied to your tweet

“Oh no fuckin way…” you whisper. Questioning if you should go ahead with your decision, your finger hesitates over ‘send’.

“Fuck it.” Pressing send, you toss your phone onto your bed.

Ding!

Deku is typing…

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” You yell, scrambling to think of a reason for messaging him again just in case he asks.

Ding!

You risk a peek at his message, expecting the worst. “Haven’t talked to you in forever! How’s life treating you?”

Letting out the breath you’ve been holding, you respond, “I mean, not the worst, not the best. You?”

”Got divorced so that’s something, right?”

You smile because, ‘he’s still him’, you think.

“It is!! Also very relatable bc same lol”

Izuku responds instantly, “Oh no way!! Im not going to ask if you’re okay because I know you are. But if you want to hang out, I just got off work. You’re more than welcome to come over.”

You stare at his response much longer than necessary, debating your options. Questioning your motive and resolve, you type, “When do you want me?”

“Always,” he replies.

————

Izuku jumps out of bed to put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and scrambles to pick up his house for you.

Ten minutes later, headlights flood his front windows and you walk up to his door. He can tell you’re nervous by the way you shift from foot to foot. You keep tucking the same strand of hair behind your ear. Checking your phone for phantom notifications.

He thinks you’re cute, the way you’re so obviously trying to play off your nerves. Izuku opens the door, “Y/N! Come in and make yourself comfy. You want some tea? Im making myself some.”

With perfect timing, the tea kettle starts to whistle and he looks back down to you.

“Oh, yeah! Definitely. Thank you so much.”

“Do you mind if I make it for you?”

I know exactly how you like it, please let me

“Of course not. It’s your house, I’m not going to prevent you being a good host.”

“It’s not bitter. I remember you never liked coffee because it was too bitter, right?” He asks.

You try to suppress the blush rising to your cheeks and turn your face away when you fail. “Right, Izu. How do you remember that?”

“I’ve never forgotten a single thing about you, Y/N,” he smiles.

His smile isn’t superficial, it’s not presumptuous, it’s not filled with expectations, it’s just his smile. His beautiful, bright, sparkling smile.

“Same, Deku.”

————

A few drinks and rounds of cards later, you sit at Izuku’s dining room table and can’t stop holding his gaze.

“Ya know, I heard something.”

“Oh yeah, Deku? About what?”

He smirks, “About holding eye contact. If it’s longer than six seconds, you either want to kill or fuck the person.”

Holding his stare, you ask, “And? Are you trying to ask or say something?”

“Which is it?”

“Well, I don’t want to kill you.”

Izuku keeps the contact for a moment longer before looking at his glass and asks, “Do you want another? I’m having one more.”

“Yeah, I’ll have one more with you.”

————

“Ahhh fuck, Deku…” you moan as his finger glides over your clit.

Izuku’s cock twitches in anticipation, “You’re the only one that I’ve ever liked calling me that.”

“Pl-lease…oh god, Izuku…”

He rolls over you, the head of his cock teasing your entrance, “Tell me you want this, baby. Please,” he begs.

“Deku, please…”

Both of you gasping as his dick glides against your walls, he stops.

“Baby. This isn’t what I invited you here for,” Izuku rests his forehead on your shoulder, “If you don’t want this, please tell me.”

“Fuck me, Izuku. Please…”

————

2 years later

Izuku sits, gazing at the sunset in his lawn chair while his daughter splashes and plays in the pool.

“Hey, love?” You call from the house, “Do you want me to bring the speaker out?”

Brought out of his thoughts by your sweet voice, he shouts, “Yeah, baby! Could you bring some water for me and the baby?”

“Of course, love.”

————

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.⋆｡They Can Never Have You｡⋆.

Dark!Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Things have been going pretty great recently- you’ve gotten a promotion at your job, you’ve been on a couple dates with the guy you really like and now your best friend has invited you over for a home-cooked meal and a chat! Something was bound to go off the rails.

Warnings: DARK FIC PLEASE READ WARNINGS, dub-con/non-con, sex pollen, unprotected sex, smut, forceful impregnation, implied pregnancy, dark!Steve, kidnapping, breeding kink, reader is tied up, drugging, gags, Steve is delulu, squirting, plugs

WC: 2.6k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Steve’s invitation over to his place wasn’t unusual and was, in fact, greatly welcomed. It had been a hell of a long week and you were dying to talk about it with someone. So you happily jumped on your bike and travelled as fast as you could to his home just outside of Manhattan. 

The blond was waiting at his front door for you to arrive with a huge smile on his face. “Rogers you are a life-saver!” You called out as you parked your crumbling bike at the side of his house.

Steve shrugged and accepted the warm hug you offered. “Just doing my duty ma’am.” He planted a kiss on your temple as he ushered you into the warmth of his home. 

You sighed in relief as the smell of Steve’s famous beef stew washed over you, chasing away the autumn chill. A shiver rolled up your spine, shaking off the cold that had settled into your limbs on the bike ride over. “Are you sure I didn’t need to bring anything? I always feel bad when I turn up empty handed.” You let Steve take your coat off for you.

He glanced at you from over his broad shoulder as he carefully hung up the worn coat next to his leather jacket. “Your company is all I could ask for doll, you know that.” You rolled your eyes at him as you toed off your converse.

“You say that every time.” He chuckled and then retorted.

“So you really should have learned it by now. I like taking care of you.” He gave your arm an affectionate squeeze before leading you to the dining room where dinner was already set up for you both. An open bottle of your favourite red wine sat next to what must have been bread rolls he baked himself and an antique soup dish you had given him for his birthday.

“Oh Steve this looks amazing!” A faint pink blush appeared on his cheeks before he cleared his throat and pulled out your chair for you.

“It was nothing really.” You melted into the dining chair, happy to finally be sitting after a long day. Steve took his place to your right at the round table, immediately grabbing the not-so-cheap bottle of red and pouring you a generous glass before pouring some for himself. You took it upon yourself to serve you both a healthy amount of stew.

You raised your glass to your best friend who smiled broadly and brought his glass to your own, producing a delicate sound. “Thank you Stevie. It’s been too long since we’ve done this.”

“I have missed having you around doll.” He took a sip of the wine as you smiled kindly at him.

Silence settled over you both as you dug in. You were two rolls down and almost done with your bowl of stew when Steve spoke up again. “So what have you been up to? You seemed pretty busy during our last call.” 

You swallowed the bite you had just taken and bashfully glanced away. “Not all of us are the retired Captain America, Stevie.” He rolled his eyes and you continued. “Well I got a promotion at work! It’s not a very big one but I’ll have some more responsibilities and a better pay.”

Steve brightened, his blue eyes sparkling with glee. “That’s great doll! You absolutely deserve it. You’ve been working there for way too long without any sort of recognition.” 

“Exactly! And well,” You awkwardly cleared your throat, taking another sip of wine to wet your suddenly dry mouth. “I’ve been seeing someone. It’s not serious yet but I’ve had a crush on him for forever so ya know.”

“That’s great! I’m glad that you’re having some fun.” He swallowed the last of the wine in his glass. “More wine?” He offered and you nodded.

“And what about you, have you been getting out there?” Steve settled back into his seat, readjusting his navy polo which had wrinkled slightly with his movement. His cheeks were flushed once more but this time a little darker. “Oooo has someone captured little Stevie’s heart?” You teased, propping your chin up on your hand.

He scoffed at you. “I’ve had the same crush for 5 years now, doll, things never change.”

“Really? And you still haven’t made a move on her?” He breathed out heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

“You know, I’m not really that guy. And I like the way things are now.” He smiled and then reached to grab the paddle but only succeeded in knocking his spoon from his own bowl. “Shit.” He hissed but you laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” You bent over and retrieved the silverware from the hardwood floor, handing it back to your friend as his right hand slipped something into his jean’s pocket. His smile was a little wider now and his eyes held a gleam of something you couldn’t quite recognise.

“Thanks doll.” You waved him off in favour of taking another sip of wine.

“So what else do you have planned for tonight?” You attempted to ask but your voice suddenly sounded slurred. You cleared your throat to try again but this time no sound game out. Your head felt like it was made of lead and the tips of your fingers had gone numb. “Steve.” You managed to stammer out.

“Wow, I didn’t think it would work that fast.” He mused almost to himself as he held a small, half-empty vial of clear liquid up to the light. “Well, it was made by Hydra so I shouldn’t be so surprised.” He chuckled lowly then looked at you.

“Oh doll, it’s ok. Don’t try to fight it, just close your eyes. It’ll be easier that way.” You tried to stay awake but you were just so tired. As your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you saw was Steve as he took you into his strong arms and laid a kiss on your head. “Sweet dreams doll.”

——————

It was the heat that woke you up. An unbearable warmth that seemed to crawl over your skin and seep into the deepest parts of yourself. You groaned and tried to stretch away from whatever was causing such great discomfort but you found that you could barely move your limbs more than an inch in any direction. 

“I wouldn’t move too much, it’s only going to make the knots tighter.” That was Steve’s voice but everything was pitch black. “Oh sorry doll, let me fix that for you.” A silky fabric brushed across your face as it was pulled away from your eyes and suddenly, you could see.

You were in Steve’s bedroom, that much you could tell. But the curtains were drawn and the only light came from several lit candles that were scattered about the room, distorting your sense of time. You tried to open your mouth to ask what was going on but you couldn’t speak. Another strip of fabric was stuffed between your lips, keeping them only slightly ajar and allowing no sound to escape. “I hope you don’t mind but I would rather not have you screaming and ruining all this.”

Steve stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. You squeaked at the sight and another wave of heat rushed over you. He just laughed. “Don’t be shy doll, I couldn’t let you be the only one that’s naked.” Your body seized in fear as you finally looked down.

He was right, you were naked as well but unlike the super soldier in front of you, you were bound down. A rope around both your ankles had your plump legs spread wide, exposing your core to him as your wrists were tied above your head. There was a pillow beneath your wide hips, leaving your lower half propped up while your shoulders pushed into the mattress. 

You suddenly thrashed, the reality of the situation dawning on you. But it did you no good, instead the ropes became tighter, quickly cutting off the circulation to your hands and feet. Steve clicked his tongue like a disappointed parent would and grabbed your ankles. “I told you not to struggle, doll, and now look at what you’ve done. See this is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

He gently pulled the knot on your left ankle back, loosening it just enough for the blood flow to return. He repeated the process with the other side then crawled onto the bed. Your eyes widened with terror as he planted himself on his knees right between your legs and leaned over your soft body to grab at your wrists. From this close, you could see how the dark hair along his chest trailed all the way down past his prominent abs, leading to a thick patch at the base of the largest cock you had ever seen. 

Steve tutted and yanked at the cord and the feeling returned to your hands once more. “There you go, doll. Now I need you to stay perfectly still or else.” He said, laying a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. He sat back on his heels, his gaze firmly fixed on you.

It was like he couldn’t help himself. The tips of his fingers brushed against every inch of skin that he could touch, marvelling at how utterly soft and warm you were. You groaned through the gag. Each time he touched you, it sent an electric shock through your system that only made your body burn even brighter. “Oh doll, you’re so sensitive aren’t you. Don’t worry I’ll make it all better.”

Huge hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs immediately touching your pebbled nipples. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Steve dipped down and kissed each one before giving a cheeky lick at your sternum. “They’ll be even more perfect when they’re nice and swollen with milk for our baby.” Your mind screamed at your body to move, to fight him but instead, a rush of wetness ran down from your cunt, staining the sheets below you.

“Would you look at that.” He hummed in awe. “You must love that idea too. Well don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, like I always do.” 

Steve readjusted on top of you so his stomach pressed into yours and his face was right above you. You could feel the hard length of his cock come to rest against your cunt. He groaned and rocked his hips forward. “You’re so wet doll. I bet that I could just slide right in.” Your eyes slammed shut but apparently that was the wrong thing to do.

Steve’s hand was suddenly on your jaw and he squeezed. You yelped behind the gag, pain erupting from under his fingertips. “You keep your eyes open. You watch this. You watch me. Do you understand?” He snarled, his grip getting tighter and tighter until you forced yourself to nod, opening your eyes once more.

Immediately, the terrifyingly angry look on his face dissolved back to a kind smile. “That’s my girl. Now you keep looking at me ok. This is a big moment for us, this is the beginning of our new lives. You’ll see. Everything will be perfect.” He kissed your lips over the gag before pulling away with an excited expression.

“Just lay back and let me do all the work, doll. You’ll never have to lift a finger again.” His hand slipped between your bodies, lining the head of his cock with your entrance. “It’s ok, you won’t feel any pain, the medicine I gave you earlier took care of that. It also had the added bonus of counteracting any birth control in your system.” For a brief moment, you seemed to come back into your body, just as he breached you.

You screamed, Steve just moaned. “S-so tight.” His head dropped between his huge shoulders as his fingers curled into the pillow below your head. He was panting with the effort of forcing more of himself into you as you struggled to take him. The stretch was so much that you felt the air get knocked from your lungs but the further he thrust, the lesser the fire burned within you. 

Pleasure rippled through your veins like a drug, setting every nerve alight with an ecstasy you had never known. By the time he finally bottomed out, his muscular thighs meeting your plump backside, you were already dangerously close to cumming. Your mind was quickly going hazy, like tv snow settling over your thoughts, your conscious struggling to find any good reason why your best friend shouldn’t be doing this.

“I’m going to start moving now.” He whimpered through clenched teeth. You could only wiggle your hips in response. The first thrust was soft, almost tentative. But when you’re back arched and you mewled behind the gag, that set him off.

Steve punched into you, each thrust almost directly targeting the deepest points of your cunt, rocketing you to an orgasm you did not want. “I’m going to fuck you like this every day until I know you’re pregnant. Keep you tied to this fucking bed as you should be. Because I deserve this, I deserve a loving wife and children. And you’re going to give it to me because you love me.”

The knot in your stomach wound even tighter as he shifted backwards so he could now thrust upwards, directly into your g-spot. “All those dates with other boys, those stupid crushes, even getting a job so far from me. It was all to get my attention to get me to prove myself to you. That I could be worthy of giving you all the children you could ever want.”

You were practically drooling now, your eyes rolled back in your head. “And now I have you. I’m going to fucking breed you and keep you that way. You’ll always be pregnant. Fuck! You’ll look so beautiful with a big round belly, letting me wait on you hand and foot while you grow our little ones.” He throbbed within you as his thrusts started to hitch. 

“All you have to do is cum. Just cum doll and we can start our new life together. Cum doll, for me.” And then you shattered. Stars exploded behind your eyes and a stream of wetness escaped your overly full pussy. Steve groaned into your hair as you tightened around him, suckling him in as deep as he could go and he met his own end. One last wave of heat washed over you as he threw his head back and roared his release. 

As you both slowly came down from your highs, Steve carefully slipped from you, going slow enough to prevent any of his seed from escaping. “That’s my good girl. Just stay right there.” He leaned over to the bedside table where he grabbed a small blue plug which he quickly slipped between your sore lips. You hissed as it went into you but he just cooed and lovingly rubbed your hip as he set it in place.

“There we go. Now get some rest doll, I’m not stopping until I know you’re pregnant.” And despite the panic that was quickly rushing back into your mind, exhaustion quickly overpowered you, forcing your eyes closed once more.

Steve smiled as he watched you fall asleep. He kissed your forehead and rechecked your bindings before he walked back out into the kitchen, only glancing at the shattered remains of your phone. That boy you had been seeing had called one too many times for his patience to manage but he would rein in his temper in time for the start of your family. 

The vial still sitting on the dining room table only had one more dose left but he doubted you needed anymore than that. You would fight him when you awoke once more but Steve could keep you down for a couple months, you should mellow out by then. Of course, the baby would help.

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﹆₊ 月光‧₊˚ UNDER THE MOONLIGHT, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ when visiting you every night just isn’t enough. wc, 3.75K. dark mode recommended.

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it’s a bit late at night. the clock was approaching midnight and you were sitting quietly in your room, scrolling on your phone when you heard a gentle tap on your window. your head turns, your expression clouded with confusion until you see a familiar looking guy waving to you to open your window.

it was choso. despite the cold, harsh weather conditions of december, he was always wearing a black hoodie and grey sweats. choso appearing at your window was pretty common. every night during the summer and winter, the two of you would sit on the roof of your house to watch the stars, listening to music from his phone.

“hey, open up.” the male called softly as you approached the window. once you were close enough, you unhooked the latch and pulled the window up. you’d bend down so you were eye level with choso and place your elbows on the windowsill.

“has the vampire come to take me away?” you query.

“i have. i’m taking you to my castle where you’ll be my servant and my lover forever.” choso says in a not so joking tone. there’s a pause between you two before he bursts out in a fit of chuckles. “nah, i’m kidding, i just want some company is all.” he smiles. “it’s cold out here.”

“oh, i would’ve been fine with that.” you giggled. “wait lemme get my jacket and i’ll be out there, okay?”

"i'll be waiting." choso waits patiently. he checks his phone for the time and sees that it's now 10:09. he glances at the stars and sees they're particularly bright tonight. the air is colder out there and he's hoping you will hurry up, he isn’t really fond with being in the cold.

you pushed yourself away from the window and moved swiftly over to your closet and grabbed a random jacket before marching back to the window and climbing out of it to get onto the roof.

once choso noticed you, he moves in your direction and pulls you closer to him, draping his arms over your shoulders to warm you up. the roof is covered in snow and it was freezing cold that night. as the two of you sit there, listening to music out of choso’s earbuds, he begins quietly.

“i have something to ask you but it might be a little silly.”

“you always ask something silly.” you remarked, having a goofy smile on your face. choso sucked his teeth, laughing a bit nervously as he brushed the snow from your jacket.

“i’ve been wondering this for a while now, since we’re already up here together like this, and the roof is pretty secluded…uh..i mean, we kissed at my house the other day and a few times after that—why do we never acknowledge it?”

the snow falling lightly from the sky and the city lights are both equally beautiful. a perfect combination for the wintry moment. you sat quietly, pondering choso’s question to you before shrugging.

“i don’t know…maybe we’re both scared of something. i can’t really say exactly what—but, you get it right?”

“no, yeah, you’re right. but i think we both know we like each other in more than just a platonic way. we just don’t talk about it and i guess…i don’t know maybe i’m overthinking it.” choso wrapped his arms around you again. the air is bitter and crisp, and you’re glad to have him by your side, keeping you warm.

“i have one more question, then i’ll stop.” he said.

“yeah?”

choso’s face is a few inches from yours before he starts whispering, his breath making steam from the cold air surrounding the two of you.

“have you ever thought about us dating?”

“believe it or not, i think about it all the time…” you whispered back. “i’ve had dreams about us. i don’t even know what i’m thinking right now.”

choso gave you a gentle squeeze before speaking again softly. “i’ve had dreams of us too. sometimes the dreams get a little naughty…i guess you could say that.” without a warning, he brings his lips up to yours, kissing you for a short moment then pulling away. “and those dreams have only gotten better when i kiss you.”

“gross.” you laughed quietly, gently shoving him.

choso laughed and playfully pushed you so that you fell back onto the snow. it’s soft and fluffy, like a cloud, and soon you two are wrestling in the snow, getting yourself a nice coating of the cold, white blanket beneath you. you could smell his minty breath each time he spoke. the stars make it seem like you were the only two people in the world at that time. finally, he manages to pin you down.

“i win!” he beams playfully.

“not fair.” you shot back. you looked up to see your wrists being pinned down into the snow. your breath caught in your chest before laughing a little.

choso gives you a cheeky grin, his nose just a few inches away from your ear as he holds your wrists down. “what’s that? i can’t hear you down there in the snow.” he says before leaning down and kissing your neck.

“shut up.” you playfully roll your eyes.

choso pauses for a moment, feeling your pulse jump a little with each kiss he delivers along the side of your neck. he moves his lips closer to your ear and whispers, “i think we're both thinking the same things, aren't we?”

“maybe we are…”

choso rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his hands still pinning your wrists down so that your arms are pressed against the snow. he presses himself against you. he’s so close you can feel all heat radiating from him. his lips are still only a few inches from your ear and he whispers in a husky voice, “just maybe?”

“well, what’re you thinking?” you query.

“i'm thinking that all this time, we've been afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of. we’re both in love, you silly girl, so why did we hide it for so long?”

“i…don’t really know.” you sucked your bottom lip. “i just hear other people’s stories—you know, about their relationships and i get nervous.”

choso nodded, listening to each word that escaped from your mouth, still keeping himself pressed against you. it was like your bodies were glued together. you could feel how fast his heart was beating from under your shirt.

“that’s understandable. it can be scary at first. but we don’t need to take other people’s stories as our own. let’s write our own story, okay?”

“alright, that’s fair.” you smiled. “you win.”

choso holds you tightly in his arms, making you curl up to him. his breath warms you as your bodies touch, his hands keeping you from slipping away in the snow. he leans in and kisses your forehead before whispering in a soft voice, “i’m glad you won't run away from me, i don't think I've been able to keep from you since the day we met.”

“really? you never told me that.”

“do i really have to tell you everything?” choso laughs and gives you a gentle squeeze as he keeps you close. you both lie in the snow, watching the sky. “i mean, it's pretty obvious what i've been wanting from you, wouldn't you agree?”

“maybe,” you gave him a big smile. “i don’t know what you want, you don’t tell me anything.”

choso playfully slaps your shoulder. “i mean, what do the kisses we've shared mean to you? you can't have thought i’ve been kissing you just for fun, right? i hope you know i’ve never had any feelings for anyone else since I first met you." choso kisses your cheek and continues speaking into your ear. “you're the only one I want.”

“they mean a lot to me,” you said. “it’s just that when comprehending my feelings, it’s so hard for me and whenever i felt this spark between us, i didn’t know what to make of it.”

choso rolls them onto their sides, kissing the edge of your ear and whispering into it, his breath tickling your neck. “but now you do, don't you?” he nuzzles into the side of your neck and makes you curl up to his shoulder as your feet dangle off the roof. “all your doubts are gone now?”

“i can say i’m a little relieved.” you answered. “i’m not scared of possibly being taken advantage of or anything like that—last thing that concerns me is my mom…you know she doesn’t like us together.”

choso hums as he plays with your hair, rubbing your scalp gently with his fingers as he keeps you from moving around on the snowy roof. “your mom will come around eventually, her opinion doesn't mean too much to me. although, you don't really have to worry much about me, i’d never take advantage of you like that. i think the only thing i’m taking advantage of is your neck, i just wanna lay here and bite it.”

“get off me, you vampire.” you laugh, putting your hand out to his chest, pretending to push him away from you so he could stop biting.

“hm, i don't think i want to get off of you just yet.” choso says, his voice a teasing whisper. he runs his hands along your back and plays with the strands of your hair. “i think i’m feeling a little hungry, actually,” he whispers as he leans in and presses his lips against your neck again.

“well, let’s get up and go to the diner and get food—don’t eat me.” you smiled.

“fine, fine.” choso laughs and helps you stand on the roof, holding your hand as he runs his free hand through his dark hair, which is now covered in snowflakes. he smiles down at you. “don’t worry, i don't crave the flesh of virgins like you, so you're safe tonight.”

playfully, you scoff, “did you just call me a virgin? rude.”

“what, you aren't?” choso looks at you curiously when you say this. “i just assumed you were one, that's all…since you've never really had a boyfriend before me, right?”

“calm down, i’m kidding.” you say, laughing at choso’s sudden surprised expression. you teasing him wasn’t anything new. it was something about seeing choso spooked or surprised that excited you.

choso's face is still puzzled but he laughs a bit himself. “you're funny like that, you know? sometimes i just can't tell if you're serious or joking, it confuses me.”

“yeah, be confused.” you teased, your smile getting bigger as you felt choso’s hand move from around your body and watched as he jumped from the roof, falling heavily into the inches of snow on the lawn. “you’re such an idiot.”

choso laughs, feeling a little embarrassed as he stands from the deep layers of snow after plummeting down into it. he glances up at you, his black sweatshirt now completely covered in an inch of snow. he sticks his tongue out when he sees you laughing, and says quietly, “shut up.”

“you shut up.” you laughed, still standing on the roof. “you gonna catch me if i jump?”

choso looks up at you and shakes his head, amused as his feet sink deeper into the snow. “nah, not this time, why don't you just come down here and enjoy it with me? you can't have much fun way up there.”

“if you want me to come down, you have to catch me.” you hummed. “i’ll stay up here all night if i have to.”

“i know you will, you're a stubborn one. very stubborn. okay, i’ll catch you. make it quick, you don't want to be a popsicle up there.” choso smiles up at you and gets in position, waiting for you to jump down.

you smiled before stepping back from the edge to get a running start and jumped down into choso’s arms.

as soon as you jumped choso caught you, pulling you down into his arms but landing in the snow as well. he pins you under him, his entire body buried in the snow and his arms wrapped around you. his nose was buried in your neck, and he smiled before talking to you. “see? i caught you.”

“you caught me,” you smiled, lifting your hand and threading your fingers through his dark hair.

choso closes his eyes and leans his head into your hand. he presses himself against you, his body still on top of yours. his warm breath fills your ears as he whispers softly, “you know what this snow reminds me of?”

“what?”

“you.” choso wraps a lock of your hair around his finger and smiles. he looks down at you, his eyes sparkling as he looks deep into yours. “your personality is as soft, fragile, and beautiful as this snow. i’m worried one day, i might accidentally break a piece of you, and it would be all my fault.”

“don’t worry about that because you won’t,” you whispered, her fingers massaging his scalp. “i promise.”

choso smiles softly as you massage his scalp, he closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling. one of his hands comes up to meet yours at your hips, his grip tight as it rubs your body. "that’s not what i’m worried about. what i really think about is...what happens one day i wake up and you're not in my arms? what if you leave me for someone else? you're young, and i doubt i’m the best a girl like you could get.”

“choso, i’m not leaving you.” you asserted softly. “what do i need someone else for? i like you better than anyone in this world.”

choso looks at you, his eyes widening as soon as you speak those words. he looks down for a moment, a little embarrassed but then nods to himself before continuing, “that’s sweet of you, it really is. but you're one of the prettiest girls i know, and there must be some other guy who can take you away from me. i’ve seen boys looking at you a little too much before.”

“they can kick rocks.” you sucked your teeth.

"they can, but i know that in their eyes they're competing with me, trying to get your attention. even though they're all losers compared to me, i can't help but feel insecure when one of them looks at you or gets a little too close to you. you’re all mine and if they get in my way,” choso pauses for a moment, his tone getting a little more serious, “they're gonna regret it.”

“relax, princess, nobody is gonna take me away from you.” you laughed, sitting up from the snow. “let’s get something to eat, i’m hungry.”

in a swift motion, choso is on his feet again and offers a hand to help you up. he smiles and nods his head, he realizes he's being overprotective of you but he can't help it. with you in his hands, he walks off of the lawn and underneath a streetlight, the snow crunching beneath your guys’ feet.

choso's breath creates a small cloud of smoke in the cold air, and he brushes the snow out of his hair and leading you to a diner only a few blocks away.

when the two arrived at the diner and ordered their food, you had your camera pointing to choso while he had been looking down at his own phone, his hood over his head while his messy hair poked out from under the cloth. “choso…” you giggled, trying to get his attention. “say hey, baby.”

finally noticing your camera and giggling, choso laughs as he looks up from his phone and grins. “hey, pretty girl.” he winks at you and his eyes sparkle as he takes the chance to get a picture of you smiling with him in the background. his black shirt fits tightly to his body and his black sweatpants are tied tight so they won't slip down to his ankles.

“whatcha doing?” you asked, still having the camera recording.

“I'm taking a picture of a pretty girl.” he chuckles to himself for a moment and continues, “one i hope to marry soon, actually.”

“you’re joking,” you smiled. “tell everybody how serious you are about that.”

choso rolls his eyes at you with a laugh, but then his expression changes as he looks at you with a serious look. “i’ve never been more serious in my life, princess. i’m ready to marry your beautiful ass right now and make you mine forever.” he leans in, his nose touching yours.

“we can’t do the real thing just yet but we can have a fake wedding.” you suggest with a smile. choso smiled also, pulling his hood from his head to reveal his messy hair then taking your hand and kissing it.

“doesn’t matter if it’s fake. as long as with you, i’m happy.” he’d say before leaning over to you. “can i kiss my bride?”

“go ahead.”

without another word, choso pulls your head closer to his and kisses you softly. his lips are soft and the kiss is slow and tender. he keeps the kiss going for a little while before separating from you. “if that's how my wife’ll kiss me, then we're gonna have a very happy marriage.”

“oh, yeah definitely.” you grinned as she’d press the button on her phone to end the recording. “and if my husband can do that, imagine what else he could do.”

choso laughed, lightly shoving you, “hey, we’re in public.”

“who cares?”

after eating at the diner, the two of you found yourselves at a nearby park. the trees were covered in snow just as most of the grass was. the bridge they crossed over was also partially covered in the white, fluffy blanket. the water beneath it was frozen over, the lights beaming from the lampposts reflecting off of the ice.

you both had a nice view as they stood on the bridge, taking sips of the drink you had contained in styrofoam cups from the diner while you’d strike up another conversation as the snow fell above you.

choso stood close to you as you both look out over the frozen landscape in front of you, watching the snow gracefully fall from the sky and land on the trees, making them look like beautiful snowy forests. he hums as he takes a sip from his drink, the snow on his sweatshirt slowly melting.

“when i first met you, i really was surprised at how pretty you are. i thought to myself, ‘this girl, this girl is way out of my league and there's no way she'll like me.’ yet, here you are, standing by my side holding my hand.” an embarrassed chuckle escapes him as he spoke.

“seriously?” you raised your eyebrows, surprised at this new revelation. “i used to be scared to talk to you because you always looked so scary and mean.”

“you did?” choso was genuinely surprised by her statement. “if i knew you were scared of me, i would have tried to be nicer the first time we met.” he smiles back at you before speaking again, his tone light and teasing. “i’m kidding, i’m not a softie like that. i just think it's pretty adorable that you were afraid of me.”

“shut up,” you playfully rolled her eyes before taking a sip of your drink, leaning against the wood railing of the bridge.

choso smiles at you, his breath creating little puffs of mist in the cold air. he turns to look right at you, his voice playful as he replies to you. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

“yeah?”

“let’s say we stay together, and someday, i actually propose to you. do you think you'll say yes to me or will you reject me and break my heart?” choso chuckles, the thought of you rejecting him seems funny to him. he continues to smile and holds her hand, the cold air causing his fingers to turn numb.

“i’m gonna reject you, obviously.” you said in a serious tone, clearly joking with him.

choso’s face falls, turning a gloomy color as he nods his head in sadness. “mhm, that's what i thought.” he keeps a straight face for a few seconds before cracking a little smile and laughing. “nah, i’m just messing with you. i know you’ll say yes to me if i proposed to you.” he laughs and gives your hand a little squeeze, looking at you with a dreamy look. “i’ll be the happiest man on earth when you do.”

“i know you would.” you beamed at him.

“and if i ever propose to you, that means i see a future with you and that i want to spend every day with you. you better say yes at that moment or i’m taking my ring and leaving.” he laughs as he teases you. he looks at the snow again, the small snowflakes gracefully falling from the sky. the cold air makes his breath fog up the air and he brushes a few snowflakes off his shoulders.

you smiled, “relax, i will. i promise. don’t take the ring away.”

choso glances at you and his smile grows, his eyes shining at the thought of making you his forever. he squeezes your hand a little harder before responding with a light chuckle. “well, that's something i’m looking forward to then. i can't wait to make you my wife. maybe...someday i’ll even make you the mother of my children.”

“was that apart of one of your many dreams about us?” you queried, sitting down in the snow.

choso smiles and laughs at the comment you make, a slightly embarrassed blush on his cheeks. “i have a lot of dreams about us. but, yeah, in one of them, i saw... a little baby sitting between us. it was so cute. maybe i could put that baby in you someday, princess.” he says with a playful sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. he sits down next to you in the snow and begins drawing in it with his fingertips.

“let’s grow up first, okay?” you raised your palm before putting your head down onto choso’s shoulder.

“yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” choso chuckles and leans his head against yours. the snow crunches underneath you both and your bodies lean into each other's like magnets. the male smiles and brushes some of the snow out of your hair, leaning a little bit closer to give you an innocent kiss on the forehead.

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note ㅤ⏤ㅤ yall this is the most i’ve written EVER. i wanted to attempt writing more words and doing longer parts, so i set a goal to get up to 3K words (definitely went beyond that). if i wrote anymore, i’d be at 4K probably. finna make some chocolate milk and watch youtube as a reward. i hope ya enjoyed :)

[rjthirsty]

To be Understood

Chevalier&Reader (First Person pov)

Words: 1172

Rating: G

This was done for @venulus Learning How to Love Myself challenge. Contains discussion of ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder).

“Chev?” I glanced up from my game to look over at Chevalier, who was sitting in a nearby, upholstered chair. He didn’t look up, but a gentle “hm” indicated he was listening to me. “Do you know what autism is?”

For some reason, his gloved fingers, which were just about to turn a page, paused and held touching the corner of the book he was reading.

“I’ve just been thinking about it.” I glanced away, staring at the frozen screen on my handheld as if the characters there would have some sort of encouraging words. “I was thinking about how when the kiddo was diagnosed, and when I started learning about it to help him cope and manage - how so many things started falling into place. And…” I trailed off, not even entirely sure I wanted to say the words myself.

“Say it.” Chev prompted. I blinked and snapped my head in his direction again, surprised to see his icy blue eyes trained on me. Somehow, I earned his full attention.

“Uh… Just… I can understand it, ya’ know?” I shrugged, unsure of my own thoughts. Who was I to diagnose conditions? My reading to be a support for my kiddo didn’t give me the medical know-how to start looking at myself. And what if I was wrong? Would it be fair of me to fit in a category that didn’t actually pertain to me?

“When I was 4, I have a vivid memory of sobbing for hours because I didn’t get to follow my typical routine of hugging my mother after she dropped me off at daycare. She was in a hurry, and before I put my coat in my cubby, she was gone.”

“I hate being interrupted in the middle of a task. It takes me forever to get back into the groove of things. I have to reread and find that headspace again.”

“After hanging out with friends, I feel like I’ve been at a concert for the last five hours. My ears are ringing, and everything is SO LOUD. I find it hard to think. I hate feeling like that, but yet I had fun. Does that even make sense?”

“The squeak of styrofoam makes me physically recoil. The scratch of certain fabrics or textures on my skin makes me violent, it’s not painful, it just makes my skin crawl and it claws at my brain and I just have to get away from it.”

“I can’t eat gummy or jelly-like things, did you know that?”

“Most have food preferences.” Chev interjected. Turning my head to look at him, he was still fully focused on me, and I felt a sense of relief that he was actually listening to me.

“Yeah, no, I get that. But… I get this weird thought like it’s not food even if I know it is while I’m eating it and I want to retch and that’s.. That’s weird, right? My fingers were always in my food as a kid. My mother complained a lot about me and my quirks. I’d pull everything apart into bite-sized pieces so I could be sure that whatever I was eating was edible. It’s silly, right?”

“I’m ridiculously set on following instructions as presented. Like rules and things. If it’s a rule, everyone should do the rule. If someone isn’t doing the rule, I want to remind them it’s a rule and that it would be appropriate to follow it. Why can’t they just follow the rule? It’s right there. Everyone was told it. Just do the rule, right?!”

“Mistakes should be corrected.” Chev agreed.

“Yeah! Exactly! I’m just trying to help them do the right thing! And not only that, but people tend to think I’m sarcastic when I’m not. I don’t know what it is, but something about just flat out telling someone my thoughts means I’m clearly being deceptive and mean about it. You know how that is. You don’t say anything unless it’s necessary, and while that isn’t a bad thing, it can make you seem harsh. At least I understand you there.”

Chevalier snorted and graced me with a smirk.

“Don’t deny it. If I were to ask you how I did after making something for you to eat, you’d give me an honest critique and offer suggestions on improvements, but keep your personal opinions on the matter to yourself. I didn’t ask how you felt about it, I asked how I did, so you’d be objective.”

Chev set his elbow in his open book, sitting on his lap, leaning forward to put his chin in his hand as he listened to me. “Indeed. That was what you asked of me in this hypothetical.”

“I just don’t get it.” I sighed. “I’ve been told my whole life that I’m difficult.”

Pursing my lips, I glanced downward again. I could feel the heat of tears rimming my eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be just like everyone else. So that every day isn’t a struggle to understand and be understood. Have you ever wanted to be like everyone else?”

Chevalier was silent for several seconds. I could tell he was considering the question and running through his extensive memory to pinpoint any time he might have actually wanted to be different. “I have never desired to be like everyone else. I am who I am, and I have accepted that. However, to be understood without pointless struggle - I don’t believe that exists.”

“What?” My gaze cut to Chev. “Is that why you don’t talk to people?”

“It is a factor. It’s simply a waste of time in most of my dealings to manage the information and detail one would need to match my level of understanding.”

“So… you’re saying that no one understands you. But you’re a genius, so that makes sense.”

“My intellect isn’t the only factor that creates a divide between myself and others.”

I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was giving me. Of course his intellect created a rift with anyone he interacted with, but he was saying he was fundamentally different than other people. Than people he tended to deal with.

Chev despised social functions, yet he attended because it was his responsibility to do so. He found creating relationships difficult, and fostering friendships tedious and unreasonable. He found people to be confounding and emotions to be incomprehensible and needless as they interfered with logical conclusions. Emotions were irrational, that’s why they were emotions.

My eyes moved to his gloved hands, and I had to wonder if there were textures he found himself repulsed by. I looked at his book and considered how we were always quietly spending time in the same room. No noise to overwhelm me. No stimulus besides what we chose for ourselves, him reading his book and me playing my game.

“Oh,” I uttered, finally understanding. “You’re like me.”

[dw19791967]

That Feeling Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), OFC Tyler

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing, depression, anxiety, and feelings.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains discussions of depression and anxiety and feelings that go along with those. If that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

I apologize for this taking forever!! I have had some things come up plus been busy with work. I think there will two more parts after this one. Make sure to read part 1 to understand this part!

-Layla

*I do not own this gif.

I had finally made my way back to my room a little after 11 that night. Dean had held me and tried to calm me down the best he could. I told him I needed some space and he understood. 

I slept like crap. Kept replaying the event in my head over and over again. How could I be so dumb. How could I let this happen? Why did I have to react like that? 

I woke up around 8 the following morning. My eyes were still puffy when I looked in the mirror. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I decided it was time to get dressed. I changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. I made my way to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

“Hey Y/N. Dean and I went and grabbed your car from that bar earlier this morning.” Sammy greeted me with a slight smile. I figured that meant Dean had told him what had happened. 

“Hi Sammy, thank you. I appreciate it. ” I looked at him. I’m sure he could tell I had been crying. I brushed it off. I went to the fridge to pour myself a glass of tea. I warmed it up in the microwave. Hopefully this would help calm my nerves. 

“Where’s Dean?” I moved to sit down across from him at the table. 

“He went out, should be back soon.” He paused. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here to listen, you know, you don’t have to handle this on your own.”

“Not right now Sam. I kinda just want to forget for a bit ya know? I slept like ass.” I placed my hand on his. “I do appreciate it though.”

I grabbed my glass and stood. “I think I’m going to lay back down for a bit, have a migraine.” 

“Y/N….” Sam moved to stand as well.

“I’ll be ok Sammy, promise.” I looked at him with a sad smile.

God I hope I will be. 

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Dean’s POV:

I ran to get some of Y/N’s favorite things. Tea, chocolate, ingredients to make tacos, bubble bath stuff, and her fruity girl drinks. It always amused me that she hated beer. To quote her “who wants to drink something that tastes like warm piss?”. 

I carried the stuff into the kitchen. 

“Hey she got up to get some tea but headed back to her room. She said she didn't feel like talking.” Sam moved to help me put the stuff away.

“I figured. She told me last night she needed some space but I also know that's code for "I will need you to remind me you care at some point.” I’ll check on her after I put this stuff up.” 

“Go ahead, I got it.” 

I moved down the hallway towards her room. I hated that this happened to her. She’s told me about her past and it wasn’t pretty. It scares the crap out of me that sometimes humans are the worst type of monsters. I wanted to beat the shit out of every son of a bitch that had hurt her but she said it wouldn’t be worth it. It kills me inside that she thinks she isn’t worth it. She is beautiful, a badass, says what she thinks and doesn’t give a damn if it offends you, and has a heart of gold and would do anything for anyone. She has saved me more times than I can count in the short time I’ve known her. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I can’t tell her this especially right now. I know she needs to get her head on straight. 

I reached her door. “Sweetheart?” I knocked gently.

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Y/N’s POV:

I had laid back down but of course couldn’t sleep. I laid there for an hour tossing and turning. Then I took some meds for my head. I guess crying and lack of sleep equals a huge ass headache. I couldn’t stop my mind from reeling. Maybe I deserve to feel like this? I mean I’m not perfect. I have made mistakes in my life, maybe this is my punishment? I have always struggled with depression and anxiety. Of course it got worse as time went on, especially being a hunter. I had managed to keep it under wraps pretty well until now. Now all the bad times are brought back to the surface. The boys don’t deserve to have to deal with my broken ass. Maybe it would be better if I left and spent some time on my own.

I felt my phone buzz below me. It was a text.

Tyler:  

Hey Y/N just wanted to check on you. I’m really sorry about how last night went down. I just thought that was what you wanted, especially since I had mentioned stuff before and you didn’t say anything. Anyway I am heading out tonight, want to meet up again? Maybe we could have a redo of last night and talk things out ;).

Shock was the polite way of describing how I felt reading his message. I needed to end this.

Y/N:

Tyler, I have thought things over and now realize I should have stopped talking to you sooner. Making lewd comments about my body, discussing being naked, telling me we were strictly friends, ignoring me when I needed a friend. There were a lot of mixed signals on your part. I guess me telling you that we could see where our friendship takes implied I wanted more and for that I apologize. This whole situation has made me realize that  I need to work on myself and put myself first. So this will be the last message you receive from me. Do not contact me again and please lose my number. 

I deleted the messages and blocked his number. I wanted a clean slate. 

“Sweetheart?” Dean was knocking on my door softly. 

“You can come in.” I moved to sit up slightly.

He made his way into the room. Seeing his face made me feel a little better. 

He sat down at the end of the bed by my feet. 

“I’m not going to ask how you are doing because I already know the answer. I went to the store and got some of your favorites. Is there anything you would like to do today?”

“I appreciate that De, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know” he said with a smile.

“I would really like to sleep, I’m still exhausted but can’t get my mind to turn off. He messaged me, tried to apologize and get me to meet up with him again. I told him no and that I needed to put myself first. I told him I didn’t want to hear from him again.” I played with a string on my quilt to distract me from his inevitable reaction. I knew he would be pissed. Pissed that the idiot had the balls to message me, pissed that I didn’t tell him to take a flying leap.

“I’m proud of you for setting the boundary Y/N, that is a huge step.” He reached for my hand. 

Wait, he wasn’t pissed? Who is he and what has he done with my Dean?

“I figured you would be pissed at me for messaging him back.” 

“I mean does it piss me off that he thought it would be a good idea to message you? Of course. But I also know you needed to tell him the effect this had on you. You need to be able to move on, I would never be mad at you for doing that.” He moved his thumb back and forth across my hand. He always knew how to comfort me. 

“I appreciate that you have done more for me in the last 24 hours than I could have ever expected or asked of you. You don’t have to keep doing things for me ya know?” I looked up at him now. God, those eyes. He could ask me to rob a bank for him and I probably would. 

“I’m doing these things because I want to. You are my best friend, my girl. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. I’m here because I want to be.” He looked into my eyes and smiled. 

“So you didn’t answer my question, what do you want to do?”

“I’m not really sure, I know I’m not up for being around a lot of people. I kinda just want to go for a drive and listen to music, try to get my mind to think of something else ya know?” I said. 

“If that’s what you want to do then that is what we will do. Get your shoes on Sweetheart, let’s go.” Dean smiled.

[askbensolo]

01.18.30 - me and dad and a bajillion trillion stars

Dad asked me if I wanted to take out the Falcon today. I didn’t really want to, but I said sure.

It turned out to be good. I think he knew I was feeling a little off, and that’s why he asked. But unlike Mom, Dad doesn’t really pry about my feelings. He just tries to cheer me up and give me something else to focus on for a while.

We were sitting in the cockpit, drifting among the stars. I like the feeling of floating in space—usually when you’re out there, you’re just trying to get from one location to another as fast as possible, so it’s kinda nice to slow down and chill in the void.

“Do you remember when I told you about Qi’ra?” Dad asked.

Qi’ra was Dad’s childhood sweetheart. They grew up together in the streets and sewers of Corellia. Long story short, things didn’t work out with them.

“Yeah, kinda,” I said.

“It took a long time to feel better,” Dad said, and I looked at him. “I had plenty of girlfriends afterward—well, don’t know if you’d call ‘em girlfriends, exactly—but nothin’ serious. After Qi’ra left, I swore I was never gonna tie myself down to someone like that again.”

“And now here you are,” I said. “Married with kids.”

Dad shook his head and raised his eyebrows and smiled, like it was so insane to him that this was his life now. “Oh, yeah.”

“I don’t know if that’ll be me, though,” I said quietly. “It seems like I could only ever like someone I’ve grown really close to already. And it just doesn’t seem worth it—going through all of that, for something that might not even…turn out.”

I hesitated—I had more on my mind, but I didn’t know whether to get into it. I think Dad could tell, but he didn’t pressure me.

In the end, I took the chance.

“…I think what sucks is that I used to not care about this stuff,” I said. “I never wanted to be with anybody. I didn’t get it. But now…”

I trailed off, not knowing how to describe what I felt.

“…I wish I could go back in time,” I finished finally. “And resurrect the old Ben, who’d never been with anyone before, and didn’t want to be. I’m still fine being alone, I guess. But…now that chapter with her is written into my story forever. And it feels like either I’ve got to get her back—which…isn’t completely out of the question, I guess—or…or else it feels like none of it should have even happened in the first place.”

Dad was quiet for a second.

“Listen, kid. I know you’re a writer,” he said at last. “But life isn’t written like a story, you know. Sometimes things don’t wrap up as neatly as we feel they oughta.”

“Yeah. I know. That’s on my Top Ten List of Things I Hate About Life.”

Dad chuckled. “Well…I don’t know what’s in your future, kid. Maybe there’s someone. Maybe there’s not. But: I know for sure that you’re gonna build a life for yourself that you’re proud of—that I’ll be proud of, too. And…I know that the things that hurt right now, even if they hurt a lot, aren’t gonna hurt forever. You’re right that the things you go through always stay with you. Become a part of you. But you’ll have plenty of other things happen to you, in the years to come. Good things. And…those’ll become a part of you, too.”

Mom always says stuff like that. But, when Dad says stuff like that…it hits different. I don’t know why.

I nodded. And then I wondered, for a second, whether I was too old to do what I was about to do—but I decided I wasn’t, and came over and kinda sat on his knee a little bit, and put my arms around him, and laid my head on his shoulder.

I felt him soften as he patted my back and let his hand rest there. I think it reminded him of when I was little.

But—ha—I wasn’t anymore, though.

“Alright, son—have pity on a poor man’s bones,” Dad groaned with a smile, and I laughed, and stood up, and gave him a hug the normal way.

“Love ya, you old windbag,” I told him, and he flashed me a smile that looked a lot like mine.

“I know,” he said.

[zazidot]

lacy pt2

a/n: finished this in the car coming home from a birthday dinner, sry if it’s shit. creds to claire-robinson58 for helping me with this one .

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“Do you really think you need anymore?” A strong Dublin accent spoke from behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. Johnny Kavanagh’s presence was already a constant in my life to the point where I was automated to know when he was there.

“Fuck off, eejit. I’m fucking starving.” I responded tiredly.

“Course you are after all those drinks you downed. Don’t know how to ever slow down, do ya?” Johnny retaliated teasingly.

“What’s your fucking problem? It’s a party, only here for one purpose and that’s to get wasted. Besides, no need to act like you care when you’ve been hanging round Lynch all night long, not even batting an eyelash to the rest of us.” I spoke angrily, feeling myself get worked up at his constant lectures.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem, I’ve never seen you this bad. This isn’t like you, Y/N. This isn’t the best mate I’m used to.”

“Save your sob story for the pillow, Kavanagh. I’m not in the mood for this best mate shit tonight”

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” He snapped at me.

“It means stop wasting your time, I’m tired of going round in circles with ya. Just fuck back off to Lynch and leave me alone. Matter of fact, keep Lynch as far the fuck away from me as possible.” I slurred as my head hit the wall.

“You’re fucking intoxicated, eejit. I’m taking ya home.” He replied as he steadied me.

I felt his large hands wrap around my waist, trying to escort me out of the kitchen.

“Get off me, cunt.” I spoke, trying to release myself from his grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

A few moments later, I found myself in the passenger seat on his car, my attempts of pushing him away clearly failing. I felt him strap me in, sitting me upright to make sure I wouldn’t fall or hit my head.

“Christ Y/N,” he hollered at me, “you need to get your shit together. You wouldn’t be doing this if you were sober. I really expected better from you.”

“I don’t need a lecture tonight, and besides- what’s your expectation of better. Lynch?” I added with a roll of my eyes.

I could sense the anger rushing through his body after I said that. I knew I was crossing the line, but I was fed up with the topic of conversation always being her. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he turned the engine on.

“What’s the issue with Shan? Because it seems every fucking time something goes wrong her name is brought up.” Johnny replied.

“I didn’t say anything was wrong with her, but it’s kind of irritating how you never seem to shut up about her. Her fucking hair, the mixtape you’re making her, or some fucking book she’s reading- if she can even read. And by god, if you mention how she’s like the fucking Shannon river one more time, I’ll have your head on a platter.”

“Jesus Christ”, he mumbled under his breath. “You’re being fucking jealous right now! You’re my best mate Y/N, you’re supposed to be supportive of me. That’s how it’s been since we were kids.”

“Yeah well, a lot has changed since then. I’m not a little girl anymore. And for the record, to you I might be your best mate, but to me you’ve always been more than that.” I slurred, the words leaving my mouth before my brain could fully comprehend what I was saying.

That was the moment October 31st had one of the biggest fuck-ups of my life. The moment that Johnny Kavanagh, my forever best friend just found out the one secret I had always vowed to myself to keep a secret.

The drive home after the party felt suffocating. Johnny didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare look at him. The alcohol swirled in my system, but it wasn’t enough to dull the sharp edge of what I’d just confessed.

The car screeched to a halt outside my house. I fumbled for the door handle, desperate to escape, but his voice stopped me cold.

“Y/N, don’t.”

I froze, my hand still gripping the handle.

“What do you want me to say, Johnny?” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “You heard me. I can’t take it back.”

He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what? That I’ve been in love with you since we were kids? That I’ve been dying inside every time you looked at her like she’s the fucking sun, and I’m just the shadow you forget exists?” My voice rose, trembling with years of repressed pain. “What good would it have done, Johnny? You’re in love with Shannon.”

“I’m not—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” I snapped, finally turning to face him. “You don’t see the way you look at her, but I do. God, I’ve memorized it, Johnny. The way your whole face lights up when she walks into the room. You don’t look at me like that. You never have.”

The silence was deafening, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words, but nothing came.

“That’s what I thought.” I laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears streaming down my face. “So don’t sit here and act like this is news. I knew where I stood from the start. I just—I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”

His voice broke the silence, low and raw. “You think I don’t care about you?”

“You care,” I spat. “But not in the way I wanted you to. Not in the way I need you to.”

Johnny slammed his hands against the steering wheel, the sharp sound cutting through the tension. “You’re wrong,” he said, his voice shaking. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you laugh when you’re trying to hide how you feel? Or the way you avoid looking at me whenever I talk about Shannon? You think I haven’t felt it too?”

I blinked, the weight of his words hanging in the air between us. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’ve been an idiot,” he said, turning to face me fully. “I didn’t know how to handle it—how to handle us. So I ran. I told myself I couldn’t ruin what we had, that it was better this way. But you’re right. I did look at her like she was the sun, but only because I was too scared to admit that you were my whole damn sky.”

His confession hit me like a freight train. I stared at him, the raw emotion in his eyes threatening to undo me.

“But you still didn’t choose me,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash. “You chose her.”

He reached for my hand, his touch tentative, as though afraid I might break. “I didn’t choose her, Y/N. I just didn’t know how to choose you without risking everything.”

Tears streamed down my face, my chest aching as the weight of years of unspoken words crushed me. “You’ve already risked everything,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’ve broken me into so many pieces, Johnny, I don’t even know how to put myself back together.”

His grip tightened on my hand. “Then let me help you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let me try to make it right.”

I shook my head, my tears blurring his face. “You can’t, Johnny. Because no matter what you say now, I’ll always feel like I was second best. And I can’t live like that anymore.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he was going to let me go. But then he leaned forward, his hand cupping my cheek, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice broke as he whispered, “You were never second best, Y/N. You were always the only one.”

Before I could respond, his lips crashed into mine, desperate and raw, like he was pouring every unsaid word into that one kiss. My breath caught, the pain in my chest giving way to something entirely different—something electric, something that felt like it could fix the cracks I thought were irreparable.

I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt as if letting go would shatter me all over again. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me like he was afraid I’d slip away.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I’m sorry it took me this long,” he said, his voice breaking. “But I’m here now, and I’m not letting you go.”

Tears fell freely down my cheeks, but for the first time in what felt like forever, they weren’t from heartbreak. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’d better not.”

And for the first time, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, we could be whole again.

[medusas-musings]

A Sticky Note (Tangerine x GN!Reader)

Summary: After a year and a half of Tangerine disappearing from your life, he invites you out for dinner. Angsty overtones with a tiny hint of NSFW at the end.

(A/N: This is my first Tangerine fanfiction ever, which is special to me because he’s what inspired me after my 5 year writing hiatus.) Shoutout to our collective pookie bear 🍊🧡

Downing the rest of my first glass of wine, I opened my phone again. It was about 5 minutes since Tangerine said to meet him at our old favorite restaurant: a chain Mexican restaurant around town that had cheap booze and the best street tacos around. It was obviously crowded (as any other place to eat on a friday night would be) but that’s what he’d always preferred. Any way he could blend in with a crowd and not draw attention to himself he took it. Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was already here, spying on me. 

A figure approaches the table and I already knew from the pure energy of sarcasm and intimidation it created that it was him. “‘Hey Darlin, love the hair.” He said smoothly, motioning to my hair and sitting across from me. He picked up the menu nonchalantly and I could already feel my blood rising just how it used to with him around.

“You leave me a note to dump me, ghost me for a whole year and a half, and all you can say is…love the hair?” I question him, a  storm in my eyes and lightning striking in my voice. Tangerine remained unphased as he put his menu down, glancing at me as if I was the asshole.

“Love the way you looked when you practically chugged that wine?” he tries again, this time with a mocking smile on his face. God did he know every single button to push tonight, it’s as if he had never left me in the first place. While I usually wouldn’t enjoy some asshole saying this to me, there was something about Tange that made anything to say to me sound so much more slicker and polite from his lips. “I’m sorry, Love, you know I could never handle this sorta thing.” A smile forms on his face, but I can’t make it out if it was out of narcissism over his own charm or if he truly was in hell, finally having to confront the mess he made out of me.

“Why are you here anyway? Last time I checked you moved God knows where and wiped off the planet. Do you know how much I cried about you?” I bit my tongue to stop myself from causing a scene. I couldn’t help but feel old scars opening. I took in a deep breath to stop my eyes from watering; I’ve already confessed how much control he had over me, I can’t let him think he still has any. 

“Love, I’m sorry. But with a job like mine, it was always a possibility that I would have to vanish on ya.”

“I knew you would maybe have to eventually leave me because of all that, but Jesus, a sticky note? That’s fucked.” I hiss as I lean forward, trying to keep the argument between us. It felt painful to scold him here, it’s where we always went after we resolved a fight. There would be so much lust in his eyes from across the table back then. As I look at him, there’s more of a coldness to them towards me, but there’s moments where it slips and I can see that same look again. “You didn’t answer my question.” I add because I know he won’t say anything about it.

“I was in town, thought I’d take a visit down memory lane.” He says in a casual manner, as if we were simply classmates in college that shared notes and not someone who kept a toothbrush and fresh underwear at my apartment. The morning he left, even those weren’t there anymore. I had nothing in my life to tangibly show someone that Tangerine was my boyfriend at some point. 

I get up from the table and start digging cash out of my wallet. “If you’re gonna act like this I don’t want to see you.” Before I could put the five dollar bill onto the table, he grabbed my wrist with just enough force for me to not break away.

“Look, I’m sorry, Doll, I’m fucking flounderin’ here. I’ve been thinking forever on what I’d say to you, but I always drew a blank. Can you give me a break, for once?” I look into his eyes, an unfamiliar note of sincerity in them. It was so out of character that it caused me to stay and let him try again. “It was a shit thing to do, Love. I should’ve told you in person, I handled the situation like a boy and not a man.”

I raised an eyebrow and a small smile started to make its way onto my lips. “There’s no way you just thought of that little speech.”

Tangerine smiles at me, letting out a sn exhale of humor. “That's about all I had.” He says, using his hand to smooth out his mustache, something I knew was a rare tell of him being nervous. “How have you been?” He asks, his accent sounding like a song that used to be stuck in my head.

“It’s nothing new, Diesel’s doing good. She misses you.” I say before opening a picture of the gray cat Tangerine and I picked out together. Lemon had convinced me to name her Diesel because “she looks like one” and he ended up convincing me (after all, she is a bit of an asshole) Tangerine purses his lips as he hears the name of the cat who used to cuddle into his lap as he read. I was surprised he didn’t take her with him.

“I miss you…” He says as he looks into my eyes with a warm smile. Ironically it was at the same time my frozen strawberry margarita arrived at the table, the news making me immediately take a sip from the drink.

“Are…are you fucking with me?” I ask, even though I’ve made my mind up about his answer. “What are you? Is this like a thing you do?” I cross my arms and raise my shoulders in a defensive position. His stance was a lot less confident and he hurriedly sat up going into damage mode.

“Hey Hey, I’m sorry. I really am. The biggest thing I regret is that stupid fucking sticky note.” His tone gets more aggressive as he curses his actions. “But…I couldn’t face seeing you sad. And I couldn't face me getting sad.” There’s a pause, he resonates in the confession, as if it might be the first time he confessed it to himself. “I really really fucking liked you, doll. I never wanted to break your heart, honest.” 

I can’t help but just stare at him. The usual smoothing of  the mustache fidget is now paired with a bouncing leg. To an untrained eye, this might look like a man who is just waiting for his food, but to someone who knows Tangerine, this was his equivalent to a nervous breakdown. 

“…so did you decide what you’re getting?” I ask him, picking up the menu again and glancing over to him. His face is puzzled but I shoot him a look, one that signifies I’m allowing him to have a normal dinner with me. It was a lot for him to admit any sort of weakness so I figured I might as reward it.

“Well for now I just want some fuckin booze, it’s been so long since I had the shittiest vodka ever, I miss it.” He smiles at me and I laugh at his quip. It was probably a mistake to not grill him for longer. I could’ve made him beg at my feet or give me his wallet at that point if I wanted to. But the more I look at his flawless features, the more his charm works on me, as if it’s some intoxicating aura that takes all your strength to resist. 

It’s probably a shit idea, but I think I’ll let him explain it after dinner. I curse myself knowing that he’ll tell me about it all in between our sheets as we stay up all night with pillow talk, just like we used to.

[liamgallaghermpreg]

me again! coming at ya with another scenario :)

liam who's wanted to be pregnant forever, but never thought he could until one day he finds out he's one of the few men who actually can and he's overjoyed, he thinks noel will be too, but he gets this look in his face that makes liam want to shrivel up and forget he ever said anything. he doesn't have the guts to say that he'd hoped noel would be the one to do it.

he doesn't let it deter him from wanting it though and if noel hates him for it then so be it. he can live with a shattered heart, he's had to piece it together often enough over noel, what was once more?

noel can't even wrap his head around the fact that something he'd thought was impossible for so long has actually come true. he'd let the dark fantasy play out in his mind a few times, but he'd never let it settle seriously in his mind. it was bad enough that he had those thoughts about his little brother, he couldn't let them sit for too long, but then liam reveals to him the miraculous news that he had only dreamed of hearing and now his fantasies don't seem so far fetched and obscure any more and now liam's flaunting himself about he thinks he might actually kill anyone who even thinks about touching him.

he can't tell him that though. can't let liam see what he does to him and he can't ruin him like that. liam can't be his in a way that would condemn both of them for the rest of their lives.

but he snaps, they're at a house party and he sees liam saunter off with some fucking guy who's going to touch his brother, put his filthy fucking hands all over him and give liam what he's always wanted and noel's just got to suck it up and watch.

he's boiling, fucking seething with rage and when liam comes back a few minutes later (the prick obviously didn't last long) he's up and following liam and before he can even say anything he's shoving him into a vacant room and slamming the door closed behind them.

"what the fuck?"

“it’s fucking disgusting.” he says without preamble toliiam who had been minding his own business for most of the night.

“what?”

“you. just letting anyone fuck you just so you can get pregnant. have you no fuckin’ shame?”

“what the fuck are you on about?”

“don’t think i didn’t see you and that other cunt slip away just now. was it good? did you bend over like the little whore you are?”

liam swallowed past the ball of anger slowly forming.

“you don’t know what you’re fuckin’ talking about, so why don’t you just fuck off.”

noel's up in liam's facethen, not willing to let the issue lie. “you think he’s gonna give a shit when you’re all fat and swollen? you think he’s gonna stick around?”

“you’ve fuckin’ lost it! and it’s none of your business anyway!”

noel slaps him and then liam sees red as they get into a tussle. noel manages to get the upper hand and pins liam to the floor.

“you stupid fuckin’ idiot! was his cock fuckin’ worth it?!”

“why do you care?! you haven’t given a shit about me ever!”

noel’s hands shake as they hold liam down, “i give a shit when you decide to  be some dumb slut.”

“what do you care? you wanna know what we did? how he touched me?”

“shut up.”

“why? You wanna know don’t you? if he fucked me real good?”

“i said, shut up!”

“why!?”

“because it should have been me!”

liam blinks, doesn't think he's heard him right. “what?”

noel suddenly is horrified, his mouth working soundlessly as he realises what he's just betrayed.

liam feels his heart beating faster, he’d not meant to put that look on noel’s face. he hadn’t actually thought that he…

“it could’ve been.”

noel shakes his head, “i don’t want to know–”

“i wanted it to be. noel, i’ve wanted–”

“stop!”

liam wishes that noel would let go of his wrists so that he could try and touch him.

noel can't breathe. he's close to bolting, but he's also sick in the head., “i don’t want to hear you say that you wished it was me.” he wants to hear it.

“we didn’t do anything, noel. honest.”

“i don’t care.” fuck but he does.

“i just wanted to make you jealous.”

noel’s jaw clenches and his gaze flickers over liam’s face. liam can't read the look on noel's face but then he's looking more distraught than liam's ever seen him.

"i couldn't fuckin' stand it. seeing you with him... it made me sick that he was touching you."

"noel... nothing happened. i don't want it unless it's with you."

and that's more terrifying than anything else because how is noel supposed to cope knowing that liam's wanted it all this time too? that he was just as sick as him? he doesn't know how they end up here, but suddenly noel's all over him, and liam's never been happier or hornier as noel's hands slide inside his clothes and touch him all over, his lips bruising with their kisses that take his breath away.

liam has to cover his own mouth to muffle his moans as noel finally takes him with a passion that drives him crazy, that makes him realise that he would never get enough of this.

after it's nothing but pent up desire and tension, taking each other whenever the opportunity arises and when liam finds out he's pregnant it's more intense than he could ever believe. noel notices when liam's chest starts to grow, can't help but linger on the swell underneath his t-shirts and he swears to god that liam knows and brushes up against him on purpose just so he can feel his developing breasts against his back.

liam does know and takes great delight in the narrowed, hungry way that noel's eyes will follow him around the room when he does. but he thinks it serves him right, to let him suffer a little and maybe later he'll beg for it and maybe much later when he's noticeably showing and his breasts are bigger and fuller he'll let him taste them, he likes that idea. whispers to noel how big he's going to be and how good it's going to feel when noel fucks him like that and noel can't take it. the constant teasing is too much he needs to see it now so when liam does finally show he makes good on all the promises he's made, he's at liam's beck and call and despite complaining he does as he's told and when he's rewarded, by god, noel's on his knees.

ANONNNN first of all ☝️ why are you in my inbox when you should be POSTING ON AO3 the gcest tag needs you

secondly THANK YOUUUUU for the food, omg i love possessive noel so much he's so crazy🥰🥰 and them both wanting the same thing but refusing to communicate about it is so them sdijfdlkjflfkdj and the SLUT SHAMING omg. !!!!!!!!!

ok but i LOVE them kinking on it so hard once he's pregnant that's so true and real to me... and thank you for including the breastfeeding parts i'm a simple man i love bOOBS and i think noel should suck his brother's <33333 omg i bet they're both so horny all the time now 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ delicious delicious delicious food thank you mpreg warrior!!!!!!!