#yes i am back your not safe from my shenanigans anymore

[aninipanin1]

omg omg lavinho and adult manager reader where theyve previously met at a club/party outside of blue lock where lavinho tried to hit on one of reader's friends lol

IT'S YOU!

Notes: Ya'll are cooking with the ideas lmaoooo, (F/n) stands for friend name.

"C'mon, Y/n! You'll be back in that prison/asylum in like two days! Live a little and have fun!" (F/n) cheered, hands attached to her wrist as she dragged you inside the establishment she had been raving about to you, both in texts and conversations.

Garbed in a (f/c) sequined cocktail dress and a two-inch pair of heels, you can say you dressed up pretty well tonight. Although, you wish that you were on your bed instead under the flashing lights and banging music of the bar.

Your job in the Blue Lock facility was nothing less than stressful, and since everyone, including you, was given a 2 week break after Blue Lock's win against the U-20 National players, you wasted no time in spending the days just catching up on your naps and tv shows.

If you weren't doing normal household chores or watching on your phone, you were dozing off to sleep. But whatever you did in the past week and a half was inside the premises of your house only.

That is why you were here now. Dragged by your friend who insisted that there were other ways to destress than just sleeping like a sloth or watch anime.

"Ugh, a drink is the farthest thing in my mind right now, (F/n). I want to nap when I still have the chance to. You know how busy I get in the Blue Lock facility. I legit, sleep at like 4 AM only to wake up at 6 AM at times."

She sighed before patting your back and running her hand up and down your arm.

"I know. But, you need a bit of socialization. C'mon!"

(F/n) cheered, giving you a glass of whatever drink she ordered for the both of you as she chugged 3 glasses straight, which impressed you. She has always been quite outgoing and friendly, a little opposite to your quiet and almost shy nature. So, you always found yourself dragged by her in things you normally would be too shy to do.

And that included dancing in the middle of the damn dancefloor in which she was doing now, and even dragging you with her.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hey! You know I don't dance, especially not infront of-" you protested, but she only laughed and held your arms, dancing with you, her platform heels clacking against the tiled floor.

"Loosen up, girl! No one is watching you anyways, theyre all having too much of a good time to notice!"

And there she went again, moving her hips and arms to the music as you just smiled at her. Even if you didn't feel that comfortable with some of her shenanigans, you know she always means well. And besides, she makes the shameless in you jump out of the curtains at times.

You wished those moments came now, but the crowdedness and strong smell of alcohol from the many people made you quite restricted and stuck, so you just stood there, moving your feet a bit, but not dancing too hard. You stayed there mainly because you wanted to make sure that (F/n) was safe and won't get hurt or taken advantage of any ill-willed people in the crowded space.

Were you too protective of her at times? Yes, but you cared about (F/n), and wished that no peril will ever come her way, so you always make sure you were there in times where her immature and guillable nature strikes.

You both were on that dance floor for who knows how long. Songs came and went, and (F/n) was still jamming to whatever Western pop song was playing, and the crowd wasn't thinning either. In fact, it felt more cramped than before, and you were starting to feel a little sick due to how crowded it was.

The heavy smell of alcohol did not help either, as the assorment of the heavy drinks the people on the dancefloor drank mixed within the air. Not finding the strength to tolerate it anymore, you softly tapped your friend's shoulder.

She turned to you, cheeks a bit flushed now due to who knows how many drinks she had. But, you knew she wasn't a lightweight and only had a few drinks, meaning her cognitive is still probably in tact.

"I'm just going to sit in one of the lounges! I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Dance in where I can see you, I don't want us to be separated!"

It was kind of annoying that you had to shout over the music, but you pulled through and she nodded her head before returning her attention to the next song that popped up, especially since you know its a favourite of hers.

"Are you sure you'll be fine, alone? I can join you." She managed to ask before you leave.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Continue having fun! I don't wanna ruin the night for you!" You gave her a reassuring smile that at first, she did not seem to buy, but after a few looks, she returned to dancing and jamming to the song again as you found yourself walking out of the crowded space into one of the lounges where you see a few people also hanging out on, drinking or busy on their phones.

Sitting on an empty spot with a not-too heavy drink in hand, you always made sure to peek through the dancing crowd to make sure (F/n) didn't wander off or get too out of hand (she can become a bit crazy when drunk), but a message from your mother caught your attention for a few minutes.

By the time you said your goodbye to your mother in the messaging app, you didn't see your friend anymore, which made you blink in a bit of a panic. Mainly because you were worried for her and also, a bit anxious about being alone in the said bar.

After all, you can definitely feel stares boring to your figure, a lot of them from men, of course, and you legit don't know how you will get out in a situation where one of them tries to approach and flirt with you.

Geez, you really need to learn how to reject people you don't want around you, especially guys in these situations.

Craining your neck up, you tried to find where the hell (F/n) went. After a few minutes of copying a giraffe, extending your neck and body posture higher to look, you found your eyes looking at the bar where she was.

She probably got tired from the dancing and ordered a drink to refresh, but she wasn't alone. She was talking to a guy who was quite tall, even if he was sitting down. He had tanned skin, a few tattos across his arms, his blonde hair in some type of mullet, and he looked to be the same age range as you and (F/n).

He seemed almost familiar. His face, his build, his many features...it felt like deja vu, really. You felt like you've seen him somewhere, somehow before. You tried to remind yourself where, but it just won't come up to mind. Like the answer was under a blanket, sillhouette shown to give a clue, yet what's under still a mystery and the only way to know is to look under the fabric.

But you just shrugged it off, chalking it up to be just some sort of resemblance to someone you saw before. By just the look in (F/n)'s eyes, you can tell that they seem to be hitting it off pretty well. (F/n) had that slanted, dreamy eyes as she listened to whatever the blonde was saying. And the man looked more than happy to talk to her. Well, hopefully it was genuine? Besides, he wouldn't approach her if he wasn't interested in her, right?

You didn't really want to interrupt them. Sure, you were protective, but you were also more than supportive of your friends, and you knew that even if she was clumsy, (F/n) was an adult who can handle herself well. And besides, what if there was indeed a romance brewing between them? You didn't want to intrude or destroy what was slowly forming.

Opening your phone, you opted to send her a small message.

'Hey, (F/n)! Just wanted to tell you that I'll be heading home. Don't wanna interrupt you and your possible Mister Right. Enjoy your time with him, but don't be too trusting and remember to put your guard up when you feel in danger, okay? Stay safe, love yaaa.'

You gave the two one last look and see her laughing at whatever the guy was saying. You rolled your eyes yet a fond smile on your face, knowing that the guy will probably be one of her newest fixations that month that she won't shut up about.

"And! AND! He was just so good with his words! Like, I know he's not Japanese, can't even speak our language. But when he speaks English, oh god! It's too attractive. Oh my god, I am so glad I paid attention to English class!"

You let out a laugh at her squeals, although being mindful not to let out a loud one. You were, after all, in the bus headed to the Blue Lock facility to finally start your job again.

Just as you predicted, (F/n) as absolutely taken by whoever that blonde guy was. As she usually does, she likes people quite easily, either romantic or platonic as long as they fit the so-called 'vibe' for her.

Turns out, the guy was actually Brazillian and lives in Spain, but he was just here in Japan for some sort of 'work,' that he had.

"I remember asking him about what he do and he answered, but geez...the hangover took over my brain more than his answer. I feel so disappointed! I didn't even get to ask him for his number!!"

"Well, that sucks. But, hey, if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be, right? I'm sure fate will make you two meet again, one way or another."

Oh, if only you knew how you were both so right yet so wrong at that moment.

"I got it, Ego-san! Have a nice day!"

You smiled before exiting Ego's office, stacks of paper in hand. It was all full of information about each stratum's players. Such as health concerns and history for the clinic, stats for the editors to edit on the episodes of Blue Lock TV, hell, even some preferences they might like for you to cater to them! (You didn't have to do that, but you still did since you are a people pleaser, shush)

Looking down at the newer schedules around the place, you knew you had to make a new timetable for yourself and the players to allow the Neo-Egoist League matches to shine and be given time in certain days while still taking to account the usual things done around the facility.

Too focused on brainstorming ideas, you did not see someone walking past you in time and accidentally nidged your shoulders against theirs. The papers fell to the ground due to the pack of support, the flicking noises of the material panicking you a bit since there were so many of them, and now they're all scattered on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!"

"Está bien, yo también lo siento, bonita." The man let out an amused yet deep chuckle.

Blinking at the unfamilliar language, you suddenly remembered the earpiece Anri gave you, given by the Mikage Corps to help with the language barrier between the foreign players and the Japanese ones.

Taking them from your pocket before putting them on in your ear, you finally turned your head to face the person you bumped into, and the familiarity of him couldn't make you stop the visceral reaction to speak.

"It's you...from the bar!"

You gasped before covering your mouth, now feeling a huge wave of embarrassment. The blonde hair, the tanned skin with tattoos, the grin, it was familiar. That was why he seemed so familiar.

The man your friend was with that night was Lavinho, the so-called 'Dancer' due to his creative dribbling on the field, like he was dancing, with the ball as his dancing prop.

You felt so stupid. Why did you not recognise him so easily when you have watched some of his games online before? Meanwhile, Lavinho seemed confused by what your outburst meant.

"Oh uh, sorry...I just...I saw you in a bar, like 2 days ago..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, you were talking to my friend..."

"Oh, her? (F/n), right? Yeah, I remember her. Heh, she was really pretty. But, I didn't know she had a fine friend as well." He said, a mischievous grin on his face as he helped you pick up the paperworks on the ground.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, eyes slanted in suspicion.

'This guy...I'm glad (F/n) didn't get his number, he seems like a loose guy.'

"Thank you...? Um, thank you for helping me."

"No problem. Glad to help a beautiful woman."

'Yeah, okay...he is THAT type of guy.'

You gave a smile, one that is not so genuine yet you did not want to be rude to him, since he was visitor from a foreign country and who knows if there was a camera in the halls watching you both.

"How else may I help you, Lavinho-san?"

"Oh, maybe you can help me with this!"

He turned a bit more serious as he showed whatever training schedule the Blue Lockers themselves created for themselves (since Lavinho was a master who preferred the players make it since they know their own strength and individuality), reading the tables and messy handwriting of what the players thought they wanted or needed in their training, you just nodded at some of them.

"Hmm, these are really good! I'll recommend some things though to make it better."

You were recommending different suggestions, pointing things out with a softer and kinder tone, and entertaining any ideas or questions from him. Smiling wider as more questions pass, enjoying the challenge and widening your knowledge on the sports.

Meanwhile, Lavinho found himself enjoying his time with you. Throwing ideas back and forth, hell, he was even a little bit closer to your body now, wanting to make sure he heard you better. His movement towards your figure unintentional, like a magnetic force was dragging him to you.

But why? He didn't know. All he knew was that you were an interesting person to talk to, especially when it came to the sport he was very passionate about.

'She's not just fine, but smart and individualistic too, huh?'

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Otoya: Which type do you want-

Lavinho: Preferably a woman who is (height), has (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, likes (color), is smart, responsible, beautiful, and is a manager of the Blue Lock Facility.

Hayate: That's just Y/n-san.

Lavinho: Exactly.

Bachira: *Already prepared to pounce*

Otoya: I meant what type of workout we should do today, old man.

This was longer than it should be lol

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[thekillermaretwinz]

Lunar: GUESS WHO'S BACK! BACK AGAIN! LUNAR IS BACK! GUESS WHO'S BACK!

Solar: Lunar is an Eminem fan-

Lunar: IDK BUT IM GLAD TO BE BACK LIKE- ABRA-ABRACADABRA, I'M ABOUT TO REACH IN MY BAG BRUH!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@animatronic-assistant @liminal---nightmare-aliza @escapetheslaughters @multifandomcutie13 @coastxlwaters

[taegularities]

rid i was reading the candles and flames epilogue and would you be able to share a short snippet of their ‘shenanigans’ when they were dating? like prior to the wedding 😊😊

hehe this is an example of many <3 NOT PROOFREAD LOL

wc: like 500

The alley is dark, but Jungkook's eyes are darker.

This is not what you meant when you said you couldn't wait anymore. Jungkook struggles with keeping his exploring hands to himself; even in public, you're the one reprimanding him, reminding him that he still fosters a reputation that cannot be stained before the wedding.

But will the man listen?

Of course not.

No. What the man will do is press you against the cold brick wall, hiding at this pitch black spot where passersby are rare and coachmen too busy with their carriages. They probably can't see you.

"I should get home," you tell him, albeit under a breathy moan; his tongue, tasting your neck, does that to you. "We should truly go home."

"Mmmh yes. Let's go."

He whispers the words; barely enunciates them. His digits are busy seeking out your neck, lips dropping to your cleavage, and his lower body presses against yours, hungry for reprieve.

And your dress doesn't help; it always frustrated him to no end that you need to sport these heavy robes, veiling all of you under so many layers. Safe to say he is not a fan of contemporary fashion.

"Jungkook, fuck–"

"Talks about tarnishing reputations, but then my angel curses like this?"

He pushes against you, his stiffening cock apparent against your stomach. You want to respond, want to clench your jaw, but his lips wander up just before he can free your nipples, kissing you so hard that your lungs expire.

For a moment, that's all he does – kissing, extracting moans, hums, sighs. His hand slowly works on tugging up your dress, and just when he nearly reaching his goal, you hear two voices approach.

You gasp, pushing your fiancé away from you a little. His body pretty much remains at place before he comes back, shielding your face with his, and then turning towards you.

The voices of two gentlemen near, and then, in just a minute, they're gone again. You exhale a breath of sheer relief, hitting Jungkook's chest in scolding.

"You are too bold. Too impatient."

"I do not know when I will see you again. Your mother has too many preparations going on and wants to..." he begins, fingers back at work. His voice is a whisper. "Take you away from me, doesn't she? Whatever am I going to do without you?"

"Survive the way you did before you knew me."

"But now I do know you. What the fuck was pre-you-Jungkook doing?"

"Suffering. Clearly missing a... very– important part," you voice between heavy inhales.

"That's right."

"I guess you won't stop now either."

His answer arrives within a moment; his body speaks volumes to you. The response is already clear when he finally pushes a forefinger against your panties, immediately delighted by the dampness.

Yet, remembering the devil that he is, you're not surprised when he says–

"We can stop when we're done. Perhaps. Yes?"

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Ivy Act III

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

David x G/N reader and Michael x G/N reader

Warnings: MDNI! TOXIC relationships, DARK fic, swearing, cheating on a partner, torture, mental manipulation, pet names, David calls himself daddy but like he’s not wrong. Mentions of sex. Reader having insecurities.

This is where things kick up, read the warnings, this is a DARK chapter

Act III SUMMER 

“The kind of stuff that makes me a monster.” 

Michael’s words have been all you could think about. What did they mean? Why would he think himself a monster? Surely Michael would never do something so awful that he could be considered a monster? The weight of his words hung on your neck like a brick. You so desperately wanted to help him, sitting idle and watching his pain made your stomach churn.

Tonight you were torn between being excited and worried. Excited because David invited you to the cave to hangout with him and the boys, worried because you can’t stop thinking about Michael, you wanted to prove to him that he was good and that he wasn’t what he proclaimed himself to be. Entering the cave was always tricky and this time was no different as you stumbled into the main cavern. The music was already playing and it seemed the boys were already up to shenanigans. David caught you as you stumbled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“You ready for one hell of a night kitten?” He starts leading you over to the middle of the room. “I can’t wait for you to meet our good friend,” with his other arm he makes a sweeping gesture over to a figure who was currently preoccupied by politely listening to one of Paul’s rants. A figure that made you stiffen and your heart stop. “Michael, come over here and meet my beloved.” Turning at the sound of his name Michael’s eyes fill  with shock and horror as his gaze meets yours. Michael had known you were in a relationship. That technically you were someone else's, but that didn’t stop either of you from exploring the feelings and sensations that you felt when together. Michael just hadn’t known you were in a relationship with David. “Look at that kitten you’ve got him speechless, how’s the saying go?” With a shit eating grin he pulls you onto his lap as he sits. “What’s the matter Michael, cat got your tongue?” Michael’s eyes lingered on you for too long it seemed, and did not go unnoticed. David’s gaze flicked between the two of you, “Although it seems like you two are already acquainted, Michael?” Snapped out of his shock and horror he shakes his head and replies,

“We bumped into each other the other day, I just didn’t know they were the one you were talking about. Just shocked it was a semi-familiar face.”

“Yeah, he helped me out when I almost fell.” You say, it was technically the truth, just not the whole truth. 

 “It’s good that you two get along then.” David leans forward putting his lip onto your temple, his eyes never leaving Michael’s. Since you were facing Michael you couldn’t see the smirk on David’s lips as he kissed you either. “Since you two will be spending a long time together.”

You couldn’t help but squirm, being in David’s grasp while under Michael’s gaze was torture, all you wanted was to be in Michael’s arms instead, and every touch from David send frigid chills down your body seeming to encourage the blonde even further.

After that night in the cave your life was turned upside down. When you met Michael the next day he tried to tell you that you needed to stop seeing David and him. 

“What the hell are you talking about Michael? Are you telling me you don’t want to see me anymore?” The foggy feeling of loneliness started to seep back into your mind as your heart started to break.

“No god no! Of course I don’t want to stop seeing you, it’s just-. Look, you can’t be around either of us, it's not safe.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Do you remember when I said I was a monster?”

“Yes and-” before you could even protest, he was cutting you off.

“No matter your opinion on it, I am what I am and it’s because of David.”

“Okay but you would never hurt me Michael, I trust you. Whatever it is you can tell me, I can help you. I want to help you.”

“No, the last person who tried… No, I don't want David hurting you.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me Michael, sure he’s scary but he wouldn’t-” out of frustration Michael cuts you off.

“He’s a goddamn vampire y/n!” His blue eyes blaze with emotion so many your heart drops, fear, pain, worry, and love to name the easily recognized. “He killed Star, threatened my family, and I love you and I don’t want him to turn you into this!” Gesturing to himself he slumps to the ground as tears well in his eyes. Stunned, you sit down next to Michael. 

Vampires? 

Did you believe it? 

Michael seemed to; he was too emotional to be pulling a prank on you, meaning he had to believe it himself. 

“So you’re a vampire too?” Sniffling and clearing his throat he shakes his head.

“No I’m only half, David gave me till the end of month to… Till I have to be fully embraced.”

“Embraced?” 

“The term certain vampires use to describe the ‘turning’ of a human into a vampire” 

“Oh, how-”

“Look y/n you have to stop seeing us, please for your own safety.”

“I’m not leaving you Michael. Not now, not ever, we’ll figure something out okay?”

You wanted nothing more than to be in Michael’s arms. For him to choose you, but he had been hesitant; terrified of what David would do if he found out. One wrong move from either of you and it was over, David would frenzy and only the gods knew what kind of hell would freeze over the earth if he knew what the two of you were doing behind his back. But Michael had to make a decision soon because as he watched you sitting on David’s lap lighting a cigarette for the blonde, he knew he had to decide quickly. David’s words from the other night haunted Michael, David had revealed his intention to turn you into a monster like him; 

“Since you two will be spending a long time together.” 

Michael couldn’t stand the thought of you being like David. Any longer and he’d have to watch you drink from the bottle. No, he made up his mind. Just Imagining Marko approaching David with the bottle made him sick. Michael thought he would never feel real fear again after David had threatened to kill his family if he didn’t join the pack, but imagining the moment David tipped the bottle to your lips, he felt his heart stop. That was the morning he told you to run. The two of you had made a plan, you were going to disappear during the day when the boys couldn't get to you. Michael would go looking for you and come back empty handed. He would stall for time until he could figure out a way to escape David’s influence.

 A way for the both of you to be together.

Every moment with Michael was warm, it was the feeling of the sun kissing your skin. The feeling of the yellows and oranges when watching a sunrise. The heat that Michael made blossom in your chest was a stark contrast of the icy shivers David made roll down your back. David was cold and so was his love. David is the glass of ice water you drink down after a long run. The crisp ocean waves that soothe your sunburned skin. David is the glacier keeping you from flying into the sun.  What were you doing? Were you really going to run? To risk everything just for a chance at being with Michael?

Michael.

His name still sends shivers down your spine; winter used to be your favorite, but the thawing nature of spring started melting into your heart. No longer did you care for the cold but longed for the heat that the summer would bring. 

The motel room was dark, curtains tightly closed. 

You were safe.

Taking a deep breath to help clear your mind. The past week had been terrifying, anxiety filled your body to the point of overflow, you felt like an overcharged battery. Traveling as quiet and as fast as you could during the day, and bunkering down in dingy motels at night to lay low. The adrenaline from the ride out of town was wearing off, living on the run was getting exhausting. The anxiety was slowly fading away the further you got from Santa Carla.

You are safe.

Getting as far away from Santa Carla during the daylight was stressful, but not as near as painful as it was to say goodbye to Michael.

Michael.

Just the thought of him made your heart lurch in your chest, you couldn’t wait to see him again. As if your desperate soul summoned him; a sound from the otherside of the room startled you. Looking over you were even more shocked to see your lover standing by the door.

“Michael? What are you doing here? I thought you had to take care of things before you would join me?” He stayed quiet and it seemed as if he was struggling with something. “Michael what’s wrong?” Starting to approach you, you could start to see that something was wrong. “Michael, you're scaring me, what’s going on?”

“I told you I was a monster.” His voice came out in a growl, and just like with any predator, it set the hairs on your body rigid. Michael lunged for you; and you made an attempt to get to the door. Barely managing to slip from his claws as you run out of the motel down to the parking lot.

Fire burned in your lungs as you scrambled to escape, your body felt like molten lava as it kicked into overdrive pushing you to run faster. Tears started to blur your vision; this was not how it was supposed to go. Michael was supposed to love you, why he was doing this made your head spin. Screaming out as searing pain burned throughout your body, vision going white, there was a ringing in your ears.

No it was your voice.

Your screams echoing in your ears. Blazing blue eyes met yours and they were burning with an intensity that nearly stopped your heart.

There was blood on his face, and a sickening amount was dripping from his lips when his mouth opened and his voice grated at your eardrums.

“I’m sorry.” Hands slick with warm blood gripped at your legs dragging you closer to his figure.

“I trusted you Michael! Let me go!” You tried kicking and thrashing around but you were no match for his unnatural strength even without suffering from blood loss. There was pain radiating from your neck, a burning pain that throbbed and gushed with every pulse of your heart.

“You have to believe,” a sickening crunch filled his pause along with your wail of agony, as his hand came down and broke one of your legs. “That I don’t want to do this!” Your throat is raw from screaming and you're delirious from the pain. You make no effort to reply, only wishing the blistering pain would go away. In the midst of the burning  agony you feel ice touch your body, the cold soothing the burn in your flesh. Leaning further into the comforting cold you chase the sensation of numbness that the cold brings. As you come down from the pain, exhaustion weighs you down. Drifting off you hear Michael’s sobbing apologies get drowned out by the cold whispers of David, his soft shushing and ice blue eyes sending you to dreamland, where you hoped you’d dream of a blizzard.

Tagging @britany1997​ also if you want to be tagged just let me know. 

[djeterg19]

so I don't really watch many bls but is it normal for them to be editing and cutting shit out on a weekly basis? I mean they thought it was important enough to put it in the preview but between then and now they suddenly decided they didn't need it anymore?? why? I can think of a few reasons and sadly none of them have to do with the actual storyline. they might still be endgame but my faith in it actually being done justice is pretty much gone at this point. especially with the teasing of the sex scene which is all they seem to think we care about. I'm just very frustrated for us but mostly fb who don't deserve this at all. (sorry just needed to vent and I saw your ask was open and decided to go for it lol thanks for listening)

Thank for the ask! Rant away! That's why I turned anon back on...it's been off for years due to a long dead fandom and figured it was time to open it up again.

I am by no means an expert because I've only been into BLs for a little over a year but I have never seen a scene shown in a preview get cut from the episode? Not in BLs anyways. I thought I was safe from promo monkey shenanigans here. I think part of the issue was they were still filming when the show started airing which has caused it to be rushed and choppy? I don't think there were many issues until episode 8 and things have started going off the rails since then. And I can understand why that scene was cut after seeing it but the entire angry!Mew turn this episode after him softening towards Top was...jarring and it didn't make sense to me.

And honestly if I didn't love ForceBook as much as I do and want to support them every way I can...this episode might've been my breaking point because my darling Mew was kidnapped by aliens and replaced with a pod person? And poor Force had one scene that was touted as super emotional and I'm pretty sure that was the cut scene where he cried. Both of them have been doing an amazing job and it just hurts to see their hard work end up on the cutting room floor.

I don't know that they can make the ending satisfying at this point for me either and the whole here's a sexy photo thing was... annoying. Like yes obviously I would like some sexy times after they reunite but Top and Mew need to TALK. They and Mew specifically need to sit down and discuss where they go from here and if they want to make things work. Because Top has said he wants to try again and how he would change and Mew...didn't really say what he wants or needs from Top. They substituted unnecessary drama instead. I don't understand the point of Boeing being brought in now with a revenge plot because it was just RayMew 2: Electric Boogaloo and I thought Mew had decided to move on from that. I just...did not enjoy that episode at all. Thanks for the ask and sorry if this was rambling!

[raccooncityriots]

I finally found the Athrun and Cagalli pre-Freedom short story and it’s 4am, so I need to talk into the abyss about it.

I didn’t like it. End post.

I’m kidding, it was cute, but I'm not sure when exactly it takes place. The setup makes it seem like not too long before Freedom, but that doesn't make a ton of sense to me.

Anyway, the basic premise is that Cagalli invites Athrun to a restaurant to get his latest report from Terminal. They do briefly talk about the implications of the intel, but then she tells him she mostly invited him out because she wanted a day off to relax. Athrun mistakes her security detail for enemies and proceeds to make a scene. He pretty quickly realizes what’s happening, but says fuck it since she wanted a day away from her job and commits to kidnapping the leader of the country from her own security. After running for a while, he lifts her on top of a wall to hide and the guards unknowingly run past them in some Looney Tune-esque shenanigans.

Mu and Murrue are contacted by the security guards that tell them Cagalli is missing via Athrun kidnapping and they are both laugh it off. Mu says to leave them alone as they aren’t children anymore. Murrue says she’s sure Cagalli is safe with him, but Mu questions if ‘safe’ is the right word.

Cagalli and Athrun find themselves on a beach and enjoy a few moments of peace before Cagalli returns to her security and they begrudging do not arrest Athrun.

This was one of the little pamphlet stories they gave out the first week of the movie in Japan as sort of an early viewer reward. I’m not sure how 'cannon' it’s supposed to be (I'll get into that later) and full disclosure I’ve not seen Freedom since we don't get it here until May and I don't know Japanese, so 99% of my info is from fan translations. OKAY facts over, opinion time.

1. My biggest takeaway from the story is that they aren’t together anymore. The story is mostly from Athrun’s point of view and he thinks to himself that while he’s excited to see her because it’s been a while, it’s also awkward as they used to be inseparable and now they have work meetings. This is why I question when this takes place? They're 100% not back together yet in this story and nothing I know about Freedom has them 'getting back together' per say, they just are.*** I dunno, it doesn't matter too much, I'm just wondering about order of events here.

2. My second biggest takeaway is that despite the love triangle angle of that, like, one poster, Athrun seems infinitely more bothered than Cagalli does. Love to see it. Yes, I am a Cagalli stan above all else. Yes, I am still mad about Destiny. He clearly misses her and is overthinking everything. At multiple points he thinks/jokes about if her wanting to eat lunch with him was a "I want to spend the rare time I get alone with you" situation or an "ayye bro, I love this food and I had to meet with your ass for this intel anyway so". We get from his internal monologue that he 'desperately wants her to see this from his perspective' and I guess give him some sort of either hope she might still love him or closure that they're over. She gives him neither. I choose to believe purposefully. Come on, she has to know what inviting her ex-fiancé to lunch looks like and after Destiny, I'd like to think she's just fuckin' with him a little.

3. She asks what he's been up to and he starts to talk about his Terminal work with Meyrin and then immediately gets hung up as he says that, afraid that mentioning Meyrin would makes things awkward for Cagalli. All it does it make her concerned and start grilling him if something bad happened and if Meyrin is okay. He assures her that she's fine and thinks about how he made it weird by thinking Cagalli wouldn't want him to talk about Meyrin. Not only does she not visibly react at all to the fact he's still working with Meyrin, she actively brings her up again later and is like, "tell Meyrin I said hi and I hope she's doing great!" Athrun is sweating at how unbothered she is. Again, she has to be fucking with him, if only just a little. I gotta think this was written by another else ex-asucaga shipper that also spent half of Destiny wanting to straggle Athrun. I've read this fanfic 15 years ago, I stg. My people. Again, love to see it.

3.a Between this and the remarks Meyrin makes about Cagalli in the second movie novel, I have decided that they are actually besties now and I am not longer accepting any bullshit love triangle angst from anyone other than Athrun, thanks.

4. Despite what I may sound like in points 1-3, it's clearly supposed to be a very asucaga story. Once the 'kidnapping' starts, the awkwardness is over and they spend the rest of the story holding hands as they run through back alleys. At one point he's physically carrying her (during the Looney Tune shenanigans) and talking about feeling her heartbeat, Cagalli gets a drink that's literally called, "my first love", etc.

5. At the end of the story Athrun looks at how happy Cagalli is walking next to the ocean and thinks about how (as Mu pointed out to Murrue) they're adults now and how much they've both changed/matured. They part ways with Athrun telling her to hang in here and being satisfied with himself that he could make her day off a little more enjoyable.

*** Yeah, again, I've not seen Freedom, but from what I have seen, I have to assume they're back together. Why would Athrun be thinking about Cagalli naked during combat and Cagalli clutching her engagement ring while she prays to her dead father if they're not back together? That's on them. I ain't taking any responsibility on misreading the room.

From what I've heard, I don't think the Destiny callback memorial scene in the novel is in the actual movie because I've not heard anyone talk about it before the novel came out, I lowkey hope I'm wrong about that because it is a pretty good moment.

I'm gonna have to wait until I see the movie with my own eyes before I make any final judgments, but at the end of the day I'm so grateful to have more content of a series that had such a huge impacted on my life and I might remove the "ex" from my ex-asucaga fan status. Might.

I just want my girl to be happy.

[lay-z]

late night shenanigans | s. "ghost' riley

A continuation of late night talks, because y'all seemed to like that one. I won't apologize for the length of this; I just got carried away by dialogue haha 🖤

Summary: When your superior gives you orders, you cannot oppose them. Correct?

Pairing: Soap x gn!Reader; Ghost x gn!Reader

Warnings/Info: 18+ Only | smut, but I tried to keep Chaos (Reader) genderneutral | cussing; some humor; dom!Ghost; sub!Chaos; oral sex (Ghost receiving); praise kink; size kink; cum swallowing; confessions; a lil'bitt'a fluff

"Hey, if that's true -", he starts, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes. "then you don't have to worry about confessing your feelings to him anymore"

You blink at the Scotsman, one eyelid twitching dangerously as your internal rage makes it hard for you to decide if clocking him now is worth dealing with the consequences later.

He lifts his palms in defense, now realizing the predicament he finds himself to be in, and takes a step backward.

"Ye look mad. Ye're mad, huh?"

You suck your bottom lip through your teeth, but it doesn't help easing the tension in your jaw.

"Johnny...mate...you have no idea"

Soap straightens his shoulders, runs a hand through his slicked-back mohawk as he clears his throat awkwardly. He knows when he has crossed the line and when you're just messing with each other. The former being the case now.

"Well, guess apologizing would be useless now"

"Very useless"

You stare at each other wordlessly, like you're participating in a Mexican standoff. Soap looks like he's searching for the right words to say while you're feeling like a time bomb that could go off as soon as he touches the wrong wire.

"Am I interrupting something important here?", Gaz asks dryly as he emerges from the shadows behind Soap.

"Nah, Gaz, yer good", Soap assures him, obviously relieved, as the young sergeant comes to stand next to him. Soap winks at you then, and you bite your tongue to cuss him out then and there. You do shoot him a look though, one that tells him This isn't over.

"Alright then"

Gaz seems unfazed by the whole tension as he rubs the sleep from his exhausted eyes, yawning loudly.

"Oh, Lt. ordered you to go see him, Chaos. He's occupied the office upstairs"

Then your stomach drops and your mouth goes dry.

"What? I - that's uh not what he told Soap earlier", you stutter which only causes both men to raise their eyebrows at you. You usually don’t get worked up that easily.

"Well, I was told I could catch a few hours of sleep, but orders change. You know how it is."

There's an annoyed edge to his voice, and you can't blame him for that. It's your fault that he was woken up by Ghost or the Captain. No matter who it was, it's always a shit feeling when they kick your boot or bark orders at you when you're still half-asleep, and they won’t stop until you're up and functioning.

Actually, it's Soap's fault.

"Orders are orders, my friend."

Soap dares to clap you on the shoulder and you grip the metal of your rifle tighter as you stare daggers at him. Of course, the Scottish bastard has to rub it in.

Your heart is beating in your throat, drumming in your ears, and twisting your guts into tight knots as you walk up the stairs to the master office of the safe house.The rest of the squad, including Captain Price, are sleeping and resting in the main living room downstairs.

You'd give everything to switch places with them right now. Hell, you would rather keep standing guard with Soap outside. You were not the one complaining about it after all.

You try to swallow thickly as you come to stand in front of the closed office door, but your mouth is dry like dust with no drop of saliva left. Your hands are clammy and sweaty inside your tactical gloves, so you take them off and stuff them between the waistband of your camo pants before you raise a fist to knock cautiously.

"Sir -"

"Enter, Sergeant"

Oh, fuck.

You do as the Lieutenant says and close the door behind you. His voice sounds leveled and deep as usual, there's no hint of annoyance or anger. So far so good.

He's changed from his hard-shell mask to a skull balaclava, the skin around his eyes still covered in black warpaint. They're unreadable, his eyes, as he finds your uncertain gaze in the dimly lit room.

You stand at attention, even though you don't necessarily follow these formalities among the task force around here, and you immediately feel silly for doing it.

Ghost sits on the wide, leather office chair behind the large mahogany desk, his gear, weapons, and comms splayed out in front of him.

"Sir, you ordered to see me", you say, matter of factly, and you feel thrown back to your time as a rookie in the armed forces. Inexperienced and easily intimidated.

"Indeed"

He leans back casually and the chair creaks softly. It looks tiny in comparison to his size.

There's a sudden, awkward silence and your mind starts going a million klicks an hour. Does he expect you to say something? Confess? Is this some kind of mental warfare? No matter what, it's starting to work, and right as you inhale to lay your thoughts bare, Ghost beats you to it.

"I don't wanna pretend that I didn't hear what you and Soap were talking about on watch, but, well, our comms are fucked... I think that's how you said it, right?"

If there happens to be an enemy sniper nearby, then this would be the best time to take the shot to end your suffering. You'd even thank the shooter down in hell personally after they get killed by one of your own.

You feel weak in the knees as a wave of pure embarrassment and discomfort rushes through your body.

"You can stand at ease and speak freely, Chaos"

Ghost chuckles lowly and the sound suckerpunches you right in the stomach. This cannot be happening.

"I ain't mad at ya, y'know? Truth is -"

He folds his hands over his taut stomach while his piercing eyes give you a once over, and not the kind you're used to where you check each other for gear malfunctions or if you're carrying everything you need. No, Ghost is checking you out in a completely different kind of way and you’re not sure how to feel about it.

"Soap was right and so were you. I don't make moves on anyone, even if I happen to be interested in that person. Wanna know why?"

Your tongue feels stiff and awkward in your mouth and you find yourself unable to speak for a fleeting moment as nervousness claims your body and mind. You decide that being in combat is less nerve-wracking than this.

"Why, sir?"

His eyes squint a little as he laughs again, quiet and low. It's starting to drive you wild.

"What's so funny?"

But he waves you off with one mammoth hand before he rests it on his thigh. You follow the movement and your neck flushes with heat, then up to your ears and cheeks. When your eyes find his again, you know that he noticed that. There's a strange glint in his eyes, a look you haven't seen before.

"The obvious answer would be no romantic relationships between superiors and subordinates are allowed, innit?"

You press your lips together as you nod. That's the thing you kept telling yourself when you first noticed you were developing feelings for the Lieutenant.

"But, fuck that. It's no one's bloody business who we love and care about as long as it doesn't interfere with our job and performance. Would ya agree with me on that, too?"

You nod again, more eagerly this time.

"I do, but...sir, what are you trying to get at here?"

Ghost is in charge of the situation and he knows what he wants while you keep groping in the dark. He cocks his head and drums his gloved fingers on his thigh while you keep shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

"Have ya touched yourself while thinking of me? Like Soap suggested you have"

Your eyes widen and your heart skips a long beat, but you also feel strangely aroused by the bluntness of his question and the possibility that he might have done it too.

"I - yes, sir. Is that...bad?"

He straightens up suddenly and fixes his posture as if the conversation is finally becoming interesting.

"Only 'cause you didn't ask for permission first, Sargeant"

That hits a nerve deep in your core; lights it on fire and gives you hope. It's starting to dawn on you where this could be going; what kind of lover the Lieutenant prefers to be.

"Have - have you thought about me before, sir? While you've touched yourself, I mean", you ask sheepishly and it's obvious in the way you're phrasing it, but your brain is starting to melt and your carnal, submissive nature is starting to take over.

"I try not to, but you've crossed me mind on some occasions. Y'know, because I thought you and Johnny were a thing"

You laugh at that, loudly too. It's a natural reaction to something so utterly impossible. But his eyes darken and you apologize immediately.

"No, no, God no. Soap and I...we're just mates ah comrades. We - we could never -"

"He's thought about it.", Ghost reveals coolly as if it wouldn't shatter your fragile little comfort zone. "Shared it with me some time ago. I thought you two had...worked that out together"

You gape at him, unable to even think about Soap right now. You don't want to anyway. Johnny and his stupid mohawk, with his stupid revolver tattoo at the back of his neck, and his stupid pierced ears -

"But I don't want ya to think about Sargeant MacTavish right now"

You stop immediately when you notice the outline of the impressive bulge in his tactical pants.

"What uh what do you want to talk about then, sir?"

Ghost clicks his tongue and shakes his head slightly.

"Nah, no more talking. Now that I know you're...available, I'd rather find out if we're compatible. Would ya like to figure that out with me, Sargeant?"

Your skin starts tingling at the mere thought of being dominated by your Lieutenant. You've imagined it many times before; how rough or gentle he would be with you. Coaxing you to orgasm after orgasm until you're begging him to give you a break.

"Looks like you do", he chuckles lowly.

Fuck yes, you want to answer, but you feel like a moan would slip out if you'd do as much as part your lips right about now. Blunt truth is, you never wanted to suck a dick that badly in your life.

"C'mere then, luv. Show me how good ya can please your Lt."

Your legs feel like jelly, like you're walking on quicksand as you take cautious steps toward Ghost. This could still be a dream, or nightmare depending on how it will end. His dark eyes are fixated on you as you round the desk, and when you're within reach, he grabs your hand when he senses your hesitation.

"Scared of me now? Yer usually such a big talker even when I'm around", he says with a hint of amusement.

"No, sir", you lie, and your voice is as small as your confidence right now. "But uh how would you like me to...please you?"

Another wave of hot flushes rushes to your cheeks, and burns your chest from within while knocking the air from your lungs, because how can you even ask him that aloud? How did you get here in the first place?

Meanwhile, Ghost taps his index to the spot on his balaclava where his mouth curves underneath it.

"Use that pretty mouth o' yours first, Sargeant"

He spreads his thick thighs apart then, creating enough space for you to settle between his knees, then he tugs on your hand once more, giving you the encouragement you need to proceed.

The fabric of his pants feels stiff beneath your palms as you rub his thighs gently, testing the waters as you get comfortable in your position, and as you reach for the waistband, it is obvious that your hands are trembling slightly.

"You've thought about sucking me cock before, haven't ya?"

Many times.

You bat your eyelashes at him, the corner of your mouth twitching into a cheeky smile as you look up at him.

His muscular chest rises as he inhales deeply and he reaches out to cup your cheek, though his hand could easily cover the whole side of your face. His gloved thumb lightly brushes over you bottom lip before he grips your chin with his fingers, making you lock eyes with him.

"How'bout you get to work then, luv"

Ghost lifts his form-fitting black undershirt then, pulls it from the front of his pants and lifts it to his chest, exposing his ripped stomach and the scattered battle scars carved and healed on his pale skin.

His happy trail almost reaches his naval; a narrow line of dark blonde hair disappearing below his waistband. You wonder if the carpet matches the drapes and you feel like Ghost knows that as you reciprocate his gaze again.

Perhaps you’ll find out some day.

You bite the tip of your tongue to keep your excitement and horniness at bay, though you can already feel your arousal rising to a dangerous, sanity-numbing level.

Ghost assists you again when you finally reach for Velcro and zipper, ripping and unzipping both until his black boxers peek through. He lifts his hips just enough for you to pull his pants and boxers to finally free his throbbing erection.

Your nether region flutters and tightens with desire and intimidation and your mouth starts watering as you take in the sheer size of his cock. It's both long and girthy, heavy even, though it's nothing less than you expected.

"You're even better in real life, Lt.", you purr bashfully as you grasp his length with one hand, holding onto his thigh for leverage with the other.

"Well, glad I didn't disappoint then", Ghost talks back smugly, though you hear the low rumble from his throat when you lick your flat tongue over the sensitive slit of his tip without warning.

The taste of his precum hits you in the back of your throat; it's salty and watery like he kept himself hydrated today. You savor the taste, try to memorize the feeling of his cock on your tongue, every vein, and texture, and most importantly the sounds you're coaxing from the generally stoic and private Lieutenant.

The mask might hide his handsome face and the expressions he's making, but it can't hide all the raunchy noises slipping past his lips.

You suck the tip eagerly, lick along the sensitive vein running along the underside of his shaft down to his full sac. You moan with a mouthful of cock when one of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head.

"I know you can take some more, Sargeant", he groans lowly as he caresses your hair.

He's not pushing you, but the teasing tone of his voice only fuels your determination to please him, so you breathe through your nose and relax your throat to suck him deeper.

"There ya go, darling, fuck"

Your eyes are tearing up and you're starting to choke on his length, but you know you can handle some more if he wants you to. His hips buck then and you're forced to pull back to gasp for air.

"Easy there, soldier.", he advises you suavely, petting your cheek gently. "Doing so good for me, huh. Fuckin' gorgeous"

You smack your lips together, not minding the mix of spit and cum dripping from your chin as you keep stroking his hard cock while his half-lidded eyes are focused on you.

"And you will swallow me cum as eagerly as yer sucking cock"

"That an order, sir?", you ask, your speech somewhat slurred while feigning innocence. His pupils are fully blown now, turning his eyes as black as the warpaint he uses.

Ghost groans lewdly and even lets his head lull back to rest on the chair as you execute his command.

"Affirmative, Sergeant."

[hardlystrictlystarwars]

“I just want to make sure both of my girls are safe” (Hunter x F!Reader)

Sergeant Hunter x Pregnant F!Reader

A/N: Do I have a million other things outlined and in the process of writing. Yes. Did I also write this little blurb because it sounded cute and therefore put aside everything else I’ve been working on for the last few weeks? Also yes.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and process of birth(water breaking), other than that it’s just fluff. 

“Cyar'ika,” Hunter looked at you, smiling, “How did a guy like me ever get a chance with you,”

You glanced at him with a look of confusion before shaking your head at his shenanigan and carrying your unfolded laundry into your room. 

However, Hunter had a different idea. Always persistent to get more than just a look of confusion out of you, he swung around the doorway to follow you, “Cyar’ika I don’t think you know how lucky I am,” He said in a playful tone. 

You just rolled your eyes with a little smirk on your lips. “You are just saying that because I did the laundry today,” You scoffed before folding the pile of clothes in front of you.

“My riduur” He exhaled, nustling his chin into the crook of your neck “You are also more beautiful than the day I met you,”

You looked up at him with an arched brow before shaking your head again and focusing back on the laundry in front of you, “When you met me I was elbow deep in bantha placenta,”

Hunter chuckle a little bit, remembering that day very clearly, “And boy did you look beautiful,” He commented before tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. His hands came around you to rest on your third-trimester belly, limiting your range of motion so you couldn’t fold anymore laundry -mostly new baby onesies that had yet to be worn.

“Hunter, I have to get this done,” You whined, swatting his hands away, “We have to prepare for the baby. The doctor said she’s due any day now,”

“The laundry was the last thing on our list,” He said, “I put together the bassinet, Wrecker painted our baby’s room, Echo went into to town to stock the fridge with infant food, Omega fluffed the pillows and Tech programed the nanny droid-”

“The nanny what?” You turned around to face him. You hadn’t been told about your little family adding a droid. 

“The...nanny...droid,” Hunter sounded out very slowly in a low tone. 

“What Hunter? When did we get-? How did we afford-? A nanny droid?” You sputtered out at him. 

“Just for the first few months,”

“Why? Do you think we really need one?” You asked, still in shock about the news and a little hesitant about the idea. You nervously brought your hands up to massaging the nape of your neck.

“I don’t think we will,” Hunter said hopeful cupping his hands around the your pregnant belly, “But if I have to go on a mission and leave you -I don’t want you staying by yourself when the closest doctor is three days away on a fathier,”

You huffed about the idea at first. But, as much as you hated to admit it when your husband and his strategic mind were right, you had to agree he did have a point. Running a bantha farm did situate you pretty far from town. So much so that your closest neighbors were a day trip away. 

“I guess it would be nice to have help in milking the banthas when your not here to do it,” You hummed “And some help tend to the fathiers,”

“I knew you would come around” Hunter teased with a grin tugging at his lip.

“Hunter, you just want a droid so you don’t have to do the dishes anymore,”

“What? No,” He said, kneeling down so he was eye-level with your stomach, “I just want to make sure both of my girls are safe,”

Hunter leaned in, whispering a few words to your belly in mando’a. You only caught “ad'ika” and “verd'ika” as he spoke in a low tone. Yet you knew he was only speaking words of love and care to her.He had done this many times before, especially at night when he thought you were in a deep sleep. You would feel the mattress dip those nights and he would lean over and talk to your baby. 

Once he was done talking, like always, he placed a small kiss on the top your belly. Your heart fluttered a little bit at the sight and you thought you might shed a tear. The only that that stopped you from crying was once his lips left your belly, you felt a pop.

“H-Hunter,” You stammered in a serious tone, feeling something run down your leg.

“Yes Cyar’ika,” He said, looking up and immediately noticing you tremble. His hands shot up to cup the underside of your belly once again. 

“I think my water just broke,”

[handsomelyhiddleston]

The Cabin - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader (Part 1/3)

“What’s got you so distracted?” Evans asked Tom.

“Sorry, I just…I had planned on visiting my family again during break, but most of them will be on a cruise for a family friend’s wedding. I know I saw them less than two months ago for Christmas, but I don’t get to see them often anymore.”

“Oh, damn!” Chris replied.

“I know, I’m considering whether or not it’s even worth it to deal with two incredibly long flights going to and from London if I’m not even going to get to see my family.” He said, opening the make-up trailer door for him and Chris.

“Where else were you thinking about spending break?” he asked, plopping down in the make-up chair to start having all of the Captain America washed off for the next two weeks.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I may just take a trip to somewhere much closer by myself.” Tom answered, running his fingers through his hair when his wig was removed.

“If that’s what you WANT to do, cool, but you should just come with me to the cabin.” Chris suggested.

“The cabin?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, my friend Y/N owns a huge cabin and I drag my family up there every few years.” He explained.

“Thank you for the invite, but I couldn’t intrude on your family’s time with you.” Tom politely answered.

“Come on. First, you know my mother loves you. Second, you aren’t intruding on anything.” Chris tried convincing him.

“I really don’t want to be a bother.” Tom felt guilty, knowing how much of a family person Chris was.

“That’s it.” Chris dramatically pulled his cellphone out. “Siri, call Ma!”

“You wouldn’t.” Tom said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Calling ‘Ma’” Siri’s voice replied. The make-up artists were trying hard to keep their laughs to themselves at this point.

After a few rings, Chris’ mother answered the phone. “Hey sweetie.”

“Hey Ma, I’m here with Hiddleston and I need you to settle an argument.” Chris shot Tom a snarky ‘watch this’ look.

“Tom! How are you, sweetheart?” Chris’ mom Lisa asked.

“I’m doing well, thank you. How have you been?” Tom replied with a grin on his face.

“I’m good, I’m good. Now what are you two arguing about?” She asked.

“Well, Tom isn’t going to get to see his family over filming break.” Chris started to explain.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Lisa interrupted. “You should just drive up to Y/n’s with Chris! There’s plenty of room and you know I always make too much food anyhow.”

Chris gave Tom a cocky grin. “That’s exactly what I was telling him, Ma!”

“You’re too kind.” Tom laughed. “I suppose you’ve made an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re always welcome with us.” Lisa reiterated. “We’re getting ready for bed since our flight is so damn early in the morning, so I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

“Thanks, Ma! Be safe!” Chris answered, hanging up the phone.

“Thank you.” Tom said, getting up from his make-up chair.

“I told you, it’s no biggie. We’re gonna have a blast.” Evans answered.

“When are we leaving?” Tom asked.

“Well, we’ve got a few options.” Chris answered as the two of them left the make-up trailer.

“Go on.”

“They aren’t expecting us there until tomorrow, but if we leave in the next few hours, we’ll actually beat them there.” Chris explained.

“I mean, I’m nowhere near tired.” Tom said, letting Chris know he was down for the drive.

“Same. I’ve been so excited for this trip, I feel wired.” He replied “Wanna pack and meet me at mine?”

“Absolutely.” Tom answered. “Anything specific I should pack?” He called loudly as the two had walked a distance apart.

“Dress comfy!” Chris yelled back. “And bring a jacket! It’s snowing!”

Tom waved and made his way to his trailer.

It was about an 8 or 9 hour drive up to the cabin, so the guys rolled up at about 3 in the morning.

“Is anybody else here?” Tom asked, as Chris navigated his truck up the snowy drive.

“Y/n’s here. She spends about half her time up here.” Chris answered, parking the truck and shooting you a text.

“Where does she spend the rest of her time?” Tom asked.

“Everywhere, really. She’s a writer. She’s even come and crashed with me while I was filming.” Chris answered, hopping out of the truck when he got your text reply.

“Books? Scripts?” Tom asked, curious what you wrote.

“Books, mostly. She’s got a few popular series, but she also has a few pen names that she refuses to tell me so I’ve always assumed she like consults or edits or something.” Chris answered.

“How mysterious.” Tom chucked, grabbing his bag and following Chris up to the house.

“Y/n!” Chris yelled into the cabin, leading Tom into the large home.

“Did you really work all day and then drive 8 hours?” you laughed, walking down the stairs.

“I just couldn’t wait to see that beautiful face.” Chris dropped his bag and pulled you into a bear hug.

“Sure. This definitely has nothing to do with you beating Scott to one of the big bedrooms.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

“That’s just a perk.” He teased, introducing you to Tom. “I’m sure you know who this is. Y/n, Tom. Tom, Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” You replied, pulling Tom into a hug.

“It’s very nice to meet you too.” Tom said, happy to see that you seemed just as chill and down to earth as the rest of Chris’ friends and family.

“He had to bail on his plans to fly home for the break, so I convinced him to join our two weeks of amazing chaos and shenanigans.” Chris laughed.

“Amazing is right, bucko. I just got two hot tubs installed” you shared.

“Yes!” Chris half yelled.

“Also, mi casa es su casa, Tom. Make yourself at home.” You told him.

“Gracias.” Tom replied in Spanish.

“Any chance you two want to take a dip tonight before the rest of the pack arrives?” Chris asked, looking between you and Tom.

“Absolutely” you answered, walking towards the kitchen. “You both okay with Beer? I’ve got other options.”

“Beer for me.” Chris answered.

“Actually, a beer sounds rather refreshing at the moment.” Tom answered.

“I’ll grab the beer and you two can pick your rooms” you called from the kitchen.

“You down for the hot tub?” Chris asked Tom.

“I am, but I didn’t pack any swim shorts.” He answered.

“No worries, Y/n has a whole closet full of random stuff. Follow me.” Chris led Tom up the stairs. “Y/n’s room is at the very top, but there’s two rooms just below that. We can take those two. Let those with kiddos stay closest to the bottom floor.”

“Sounds good to me” Tom replied, dropping his bag on the bed before following Chris to your closet of misfit swim clothes, jackets, sleepwear, blankets, and other miscellaneous stuff.

When you made your way upstairs, you saw that the guys had picked the two rooms closest to yours. You weren’t surprised. They were the two biggest after yours and Chris never got to pick one of them because he was always the last to show up for his family get togethers.

“When you two get changed, head up to mine. The second hot tub is on my balcony.” You took the three unopened beers and went up the last set of stairs to get changed in your room. Your suit was a black balconette bikini top and a pair of black high waisted bikini bottoms. The top and bottom had a few strappy bits that accentuated your curves.

“Well hello there, sexy lady.” You heard Chris and his unending charm behind you as you were finishing getting your top all sorted.

“You guys get settled in?” you asked, nodding towards the beers.

Chris opened one and handed it to you. “We did.” As he opened another for himself and sat on your bed, he shared a bit about Tom. “I’m happy he tagged along. I don’t know what he’s got going on in his personal life because he doesn’t share a lot, but he needs a break like this.”

“Well, if I had to take a guess...” you took a swig of your beer. “You two get along great which makes me think he’s a down to earth, genuine person.”

“I agree” Chris replied.

“If you’ve seen any of the tabloids lately, they aren’t very friendly to the exes of the women he’s most recently dated. I’m going to assume he’s a bit overwhelmed and a bit worn out. It’s hard to stay genuine and down to earth when the media is writing about you as if you’re a scheming fuckboy.”

Chris took a swig of his beer. “I think you might be right. God, beauty and brains? Why won’t you marry me?” he teased.

“Like you could handle me” you teased right back.

“I’m going to go get more beer so we don’t have to leave the hot tub.” Chris stood and smacked your ass on the way out.

“How did I know you were going to do that?” you laughed.

Chris was laughing as he passed Tom. “I’ll meet you two up there.”

When Tom walked in, you opened the last of the three beers and handed it to him. “Pink suits you.” You noticed he was wearing the bright pink swim shorts from the closet.

Tom blushed and laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “It was this or ones with bananas all over them. I thought I’d make a bold choice.”

“Choice well made” you replied, opening the double doors to your balcony. “It’s going to be a short chilly journey to the hot tub, but heaven once you get in.”  

When you went to walk up the steps on the side of the hot tub to get in, Tom extended his arm so you could grab his hand. “Be careful.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“God, I leave for two minutes and you two are already holding hands.” Chris snarked as he joined the two of you on the balcony. You and Tom both laughed as you walked down into the hot tub and let go of his hand. “What’s he got that I don’t got?” Chris was fake sniffling as he climbed into the hot tub after Tom.

“Oh, sweetie. I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question.” You answered, finishing the beer in your hand.

“Now I really want to know” Chris replied, opening and handing you a second beer.

“Are you two always like this?” Tom laughed.

You and Chris looked at each other and answered “yeah” at the same time.

After the three of you had spent about a half hour in the hot tub just talking and laughing, Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you for this.”

“For what?” you asked. He was sat between you and Chris, the three of you looking out at the beautiful snowy mountain view.

“Chris, for inviting me. You, for having me. Both of you for forcing me to get out of my own head.” Tom answered.

“You don’t need to thank us.” Chris replied, slapping Tom on the shoulder.

“He’s right, you know.” You smiled, looping your arm through his and leaning your head on his shoulder, looking back out at the view. “You’re pretty great company if I do say so myself.”

“Well, if I can’t thank you, at least let me share my appreciation of you both.” Tom replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Just wait until the whole pack shows up” Chris laughed. “It’s calm now, but you’re going to have plenty of distractions once the shenanigans start.”

“Remember, my room is the safe zone” you laughed. “No kids, it’s off-limits during games, and it’s the only access to this balcony.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Tom chuckled.

Chris looked over and saw you cuddled into Tom’s side. “Why do I get the feeling you’re ‘appreciating’ Y/n over there a lot more than you are me” he teased.

You laughed and Tom looked over at Chris. “If you wanted a snuggle, that’s all you had to say.”

The three of you were all laughing, the lateness of the night sinking in. “If I snuggle anyone I’m going to fall asleep, and I have a feeling that’s not the best idea in a hot tub.” He stood up and hopped over the side, almost slipping on the icy balcony floor.

“What time is everyone arriving tomorrow?” you asked, not moving from your spot at Tom’s side.

“Well, they always grab breakfast down at that old little diner after they land, so maybe 11?” Chris answered, wrapping himself in a towel.

“You mean we actually get to sleep in?” you said with a bit of exaggerated shock.

“I don’t think it counts as sleeping in if you don’t go to bed until after the sun starts peaking over the mountains.” Tom teased you.

Chris laughed. “Hey, we’ll take it. Sleep is going to be a rare commodity around here for at least a few days.” He left the balcony and went back inside to warm up.

“I can’t wait.” Tom said.

“Me either. I love when they come up here. Always makes this place feel more like home.” You shared, moving to get out of the hot tub.

“I think the chaos is something I miss when I don’t get to spend time with my family.” Tom replied, once again grabbing your hand and making sure you made it safely out of the hot tub and onto the balcony. “I think having all of my nieces and nephews running around and the fact that there is always something cooking or baking…It’s hard to feel alone.”

You handed Tom a large towel and wrapped another one around yourself. “Well, if that’s your idea of a great time, you’re going to love your time with Chris’ family. They’re love and chaos and great food with a dash of an extreme love of competition.”

Tom followed you back into the house. “Well, again. I appreciate that I’m able to experience it.”

“Me too” you said, drying your hair a bit with your towel. “It sounds like you needed a bit of an escape.”

“That’s one way to put it” Tom said, drying off.

“Well, if you need anything just come find me, okay?” You could hear Chris coming back up the stairs to your room.

“Thank you, I will.” Tom replied, seeming to hesitate for a second. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Or this morning, rather.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile as you threw your towel into the clothes hamper. You were a very confident person. You were proud of who you were, and you loved your curvy body, but all of a sudden you felt very naked standing there in your bikini. Tom’s genuine compliment and the way he confidently looked you up and down left you with goosebumps. “The feeling is definitely mutual.”

“Let me know if I can help with anything. Preparations and such.” Tom mentioned as Chris walked in.

“Don’t worry about that, Ma usually takes over when she gets here.” Chris laughed.

You shrugged. “True” you added, both grateful for and irritated by the interruption.  

“Y/n, I checked that all of the doors were locked. Our trucks are both locked too. I’m gonna pass out and shower when I wake up.” Chris let you know.

“Thanks” you replied. “I’ll probably hop in the shower before I go to bed so that I can help your mom sort meals and such out when she gets here.”

“Sweet. I’m going to bed.” Chris interrupted himself with a yawn. “I will see both of you in a few hours”

As Chris headed back down a floor to his room, Tom cleared his throat. “I really don’t mind helping.”

“You’ll eventually get roped into doing something, I promise.” You laughed.

Tom nodded and smiled. “Well then, I’m going to go shower and sleep. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Tom turned to walk down the stairs, you spoke. “Try to relax.” When he turned to look at you, you continued. “You have nothing to worry about for two whole weeks. No schedule, no paparazzi, no expectations…just, let yourself enjoy it, okay?”

Tom smiled and nodded his head. He replied “I think I will” before continuing down the stairs.

Instead of your alarm, you were woken up by Chris crawling into your bed. “Y/n.” He was trying to wake you up gently. “Y/n!”

“Did my alarm not go off?” you asked, rolling over and snuggling into Chris.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I underestimated my mother’s planning. Turns out they got to the diner at 8 this morning and they’re currently unloading the cabs downstairs.”

“What time is it?” you asked.

“9:30” Chris replied, the two of you hearing someone coming up the stairs.

“I’m going to need coffee” you mumbled.

Tom made it to the top of the stairs and saw you and Chris together in your bed. He tucked the thought away, making note to ask Chris about the two of you later. “Not a morning person?” he asked, laughing at your messy bed head and request for caffeine.

“I can be when I need to be, but we were awake and drinking on my balcony like four hours ago” you replied.

“Can I make you some coffee?” Tom offered.

You rolled over and sat up sorting out your messy hair. “I can make it. I just need to get dressed.”

Chris rolled out of your bed, going to your closet. “Bra, leggings, sweater, fuzzy socks.” Chris tossed your clothes onto your bed.

“You know me so well.” You laughed, gathering your clothes and getting out of bed. “I’ll be down in a few.”

“I think they’re finished unloading, but I’ll go see if there’s anything else they need help with.” Tom replied, heading downstairs.

“I’m offended that you two look like you’ve just had 12 hours of beauty sleep.” You teased Chris, pulling your leggings on.

“I think you’re underestimating yourself” Chris said, turning to leave. “You’ve definitely caught someone’s attention.” Chris had noticed the way Tom looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed and planned on asking him about it later.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sleepily asked, but Chris was already gone.

You finished getting dressed in your long, oversized sweater and fuzzy socks and walked downstairs to greet Chris’ family.

“Y/n!” Chris’ sisters greeted, pulling you each into a hug, the three of you quickly catching up.

Then came Scott, who practically tackled you. “Bitch, it has been too long.”

“Agreed.” You replied, the two of you making plans to go get stuff for drinks tonight.

You’d said a few hellos and given a few hugs to various other friends and family and eventually you made your way to the kitchen with Tom and Lisa, Chris’ mom.

“Oh, my dear, it’s so good to see you.” Lisa pulled you into a tight hug, kissing both of your cheeks. “I can’t believe the boys showed up at three this morning!”

You laughed. “It’s good to see you too. And Chris warned me a few days ago that he would probably drive up after he finished filming.”

Looking over you saw Tom holding a mug of coffee out towards you. “For me?” You reached out and took the mug from him.

“It’s the least I could do. Lisa told me how you take your coffee.” He answered, nodding towards Chris’ mom.

You took a sip, humming to yourself. “Thank you, this is perfect.” You pressed a quick kiss to Tom’s cheek before hearing Chris’ niece call for you.

“In the kitchen, sweetie” you called back out, walking towards where you heard her call from.

As the adults started getting settled into their rooms, the kids were all starting to crash from the hectic morning they’d had.

“Let’s watch a movie in the den, guys.” You suggested, grabbing blankets and pillows and throwing them on the couches and floor so that the kids would spread out and nap.

“What are we gonna watch?” one of his nephews asked.

“Well, we’ve got Goosebumps, we’ve got School of Rock, and we’ve got Bedtime Stories.” You read the movies aloud, with the kids all picking Goosebumps. About 15 minutes in, all of you were asleep in various places in the room.

Scott, Chris, and Tom were bundled up in their jackets talking on the back porch as Chris set up your grill and got it ready to use.

“So how long have you guys known Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Oh, god. It’s been…I don’t even know. It’s been years.” Chris thought about how long you guys had been friends.

“Chris met Y/n one day in New York. She was there for a book project or something and Chris had ducked inside her apartment building to get away from paparazzi.” Scott laughed, remembering Chris tell him the story.

Chris let out a big laugh. “She was getting ready to walk out and I practically ran into her. When she realized why I so rudely shoved my way into the building, she asked me ‘Do you want to do something very immature but totally worth it?’ I had to, right?”

Scott continued the story. “She led him up to her apartment and ran inside. Chris just waited at the door wondering what he’d gotten himself into when she popped back out, holding a box of water balloons.”

Tom laughed. “Oh, please tell me you threw them at the paparazzi.”

“They did. They filled a bin full of them and went to the roof.” Scott replied.

“I have never made a friend so quickly in my life” Chris said. “We got through about half of the bin before they left. Even better, they never got a picture of me throwing the balloons. The tabloids alluded to the fact that it was me, but we never officially got caught.”

“I don’t know if she adopted us or if we adopted her, but she’s been family ever since.” Scott added.

“Either way, she’s the best kind of people.” Chris said, closing the lid on the grill.

“I can see that.” Tom replied. After a short pause, he continued. “Have you two ever…dated?”

Chris grinned, remembering how Tom had looked at the two of you cuddled up in your bed. “Nah, she’s one of my best friends. Possibly my actual best friend.” he answered, sitting down next to the other two guys.

“Even though I’m sure ma would love it if you two got together.” Scott laughed.

“I think ma just wants both of us to settle down and have kids like the girls did.” Chris replied. “She treats Y/n like a daughter.”

Scott looked back at Tom. “Why the interest in Y/n’s dating life, huh?” he teased him.

“Just curious” Tom answered with straightest face he could manage.

“I don’t know” Chris continued, continuing to tease Tom. “You two looked awfully cozy last night.”

Tom’s cheeks blushed a bit before he could answer. “If a beautiful woman laid her head on your shoulder, what would you have done?”

“Fair point.” Chris laughed. “She’s single, you know” he added.

“She is” Scott echoed, smirking. “And I have a date to go shopping with her if you want me to see if she’s interested.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves” Tom replied, failing miserably at hiding his grin.

“No rush” Scott answered, putting his hands up. “I’m just saying…”

“Give him a break” Chris interrupted. “He’s got two weeks to see where things go.”

“True” Scott replied.

Part 2

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including marking, lactation kink, pregnancy sex. Older Ateez but age differences is still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage)

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Y/N. Come on. You gotta focus."

In a futile attempt to try to get his favorite student to get divert her attention back to the screen in front of her, instead he was met by her arms which suddenly wrapped around him.

"Baby, this assignment is due in two days and you haven't even gotten one paragraph down."

Frowning and in need of affection, Y/N didn't budge and instead attempted to pull Hongjoong on top of her.

"I want you to cuddle me!" She demanded.

Hongjoong quickly caught himself before he toppled over her and accidentally put all his weight on the bump that was growing in her.

"And I'll cuddle you all you want.... but can you at least finish part of this?"

Realizing she wasn't going to give up anytime soon, Hongjoong reluctantly gave in and finally settled her on his lap, one arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other caressed the top of her swollen belly.

Not thinking too much about the tiny kisses she was placing along the side of his neck, Hongjoong tilted his head back to rest on the couch and closed his eyes, his body succumbing to the exhaustion of having to teach back at the school in the morning and coming back to help out his pregnant girlfriend. Taking advantage of his unguarded state, Y/N smirked before she latched her mouth onto a certain spot on his neck, sinking her teeth down and sucking on it harshly. Once Hongjoong realized what was happening, his eyes shot up and he carefully tried to pry Y/N off him, proving it to be more difficult since he couldn't use force in fear of hurting her.

"What the fuck Y/N?!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he came back from the bathroom, hand touching the very obvious mark left on his neck.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself." She feigned an innocent smile.

"How am I supposed to go back to the school tomorrow with this on display for everyone to see? How will I even explain it?" He could already imagine the other teachers and students staring at it, the first group no doubt would be nosey and ask about it.

With a cocky grin, Y/N opened her laptop up again.

"Maybe now some of those hags will back off after they realize you're taken."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Coming back after a long day at the courthouse dealing with all the divorce shit, Seonghwa felt like he needed to release some stress or he'd go insane. Coming into the kitchen, he found you quietly standing over the stove, no doubt making food for both of you to eat. You giggled when you felt his hands embrace your large belly, you weren't that far along, but holy hell, carrying twins was something else.

"Have I ever told you you're so beautiful?" He whispered in your ear, teeth grazing against the shell of it. Of course your body was more reactive and sensitive to any touch because your hormones were all over the place. Seonghwa knew that as well and he loved playing with that fact.

Pulling you away from the kitchen, he guided you over to the couch and sat you down. You didn't even question him as he pushed your dress up and slid your panties down, you knew what he was aiming for. You simply inhaled deeply when his mouth began kissing along your inner thighs.

"I hope you don't mind babygirl, but I just really wanted to eat you out."

You nodded at him, resting your elbows on top of some of the cushions so it'd be more comfortable for you. Prying your legs apart as much as they could, Seonghwa carefully placed his mouth on your clit. Starting off with gentle suckles, they soon progressed to more sloppy and intense tongue movements, his lewd slurping sounds mixed in with your soft panting and moaning, setting the mood across the room. Another thing you loved about Seonghwa, he was an expert at oral sex, none of your younger past lovers compared to him in the slightest bit.

Seonghwa let out an accomplished groan when your juices stained all over his face and chin. Pulling away, he himself was panting by how breathless he was left, and he felt proud to see you in an equally similar state as him. Chuckling, he came up and kissed you hungrily, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips. He only pulled away momentarily to tease you.

"I didn't mean to eat my dessert before the meal, but I'm not sorry in the slightest bit."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷��𝓸

Yunho didn't even know how to react. Coming home and finding it quiet as usual, he guessed you probably took a nap as you normally did around this time, the pregnancy causing you to become more tired than usual. That's why when he came into the room he was shocked to see you moving underneath the blankets. Your frustrated moans give a big hint as to what was happening.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes shot wide open and your head peeped out from under the covers. You suddenly felt so embarrased, your face turning bright red. You tossed over to the other side, hiding your face away from Yunho. Being the sweetheart he was, he went over to your side and caressed your figure.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." He apologized although he wasn't in the wrong.

Whining loudly, you punched the mattress underneath you.

"Stupid hormones driving me crazy. And my stupid fingers can't get around this huge belly." You complained as you looked down at the mound that stuck out through the blanket.

Not able to keep himself from smiling, Yunho's hand rested itself on your covered belly.

"It's cute though." He assured you.

Looking up at him, you bit your lip before asking him.

"Yunho.....could you please just......you know..?" You don't know why but you felt shy asking him about it especially given that you were pregnant by him nonetheless.

Yunho looked hesitant. He had fears about being intimate with you in your state, but he also felt bad that you had to go through this. Sighing softly, he scratched the back of your head.

"On our next visit, let's ask the doctor about if it's safe or not? Ok?"

Expecting your pouty face, Yunho pulled the covers off you, swallowing hard when he saw your beautiful, round pregnant body on display for him.

"But for now, are you ok with me using my fingers?"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Looking down at the pot filled with who knows what that Yeosang stirred which was bubbling rather oddly, your best bet was that he definitely didn't. The reddened cheeks that formed on his face was another telltale sign.

"Trust me honey. I got this."

Right as he said that, some of the contents spilled out, nearly burning the both of you. Luckily Yeosang draped an arm protectively around your barely noticeable bump and moved you back so neither of you were harmed. Instead, the floor became the victim. Having enough shenanigans from your caring lover, you reached over and quickly shut off the stove before anymore accidents happened.

"There goes my chances of wooing you over with my cooking skills." He snorted softly, but he felt bad that he couldn't even make a simple meal for you.

Wanting to cheer him up, you hugged his waist, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"You've already won my heart over Mr. Kang, there's nothing left for you to claim."

Although he felt comforted by your words, there was something else he needed to hear.

"You know how I feel. Now go on... say my name." He commanded you.

Pecking his lips, you gave in. "Yeosang."

You let out a squeak when he pressed you against the counter, pulling you into a deeper kiss that was getting more and more heated. Your moment was interrupted when someone suddenly came into the scene, startling you both.

"Oh God Damian! You scared me man." Yeosang let out a relieved sigh when he saw it was only his trusted butler.

"Rest assured sir, I saw nothing and heard nothing." He smirked at them.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You grunted as you stripped yourself out of your shirt, the material feeling too confining and making your breasts feel more sore than they already felt. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed how your breasts were practically popping out of the top of your bra.

"Sannie! Could you come help me out?" You called out to him.

"Yes my lovely baby mama?" He poked his head into the room, always ready to help you out if you needed it.

"Could you please unhook my bra, I can't reach."

Happy to help you, he came up behind you, eyes focused as he began undoing all of the hooks.

"Are they hurting you baby?" Looking up at the mirror, he saw your pouty face nodding at him.

"Would you like me to massage them for you?" He offered.

"Please." You begged, loving how gentle his hands were whenever he touched them.

Releasing your breasts out of their tight confinement, both you and San were in shock when tiny droplets of liquid gushed out of your nipples.

"Holy shit Y/N, are you already lactating?"

San stared at your breasts in amazement. Keeping his eyes focused on the mirror in front of you guys, his hands came up to gently squeeze your breasts, that tiny action making more milky substance to come out of you. You saw how San licked his lips and it gave you an idea. Tilting your head, you gave him a kiss on his jaw before telling him:

"Wanna suck on them?"

San looked shocked at your suggestion, but then he returned you around and pressed his face against your chest.

"Fuck yeah."

Not even thinking twice, San took one of your tits into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he sucked some of your milk into his mouth.

"We should make this a regular occurrence."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi released soft and blissful sighs as he felt your body move on top of him. His hands held onto your hips, helping you set a slow and sensual pace as you grinded against his dick.

"You feeling good baby?" He asked, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or in pain.

Your only response was your head being thrown back as you spewed out moans from your throat. It seemed the pregnancy heightened your sensitivity, so every move against Mingi's pelvis felt absolutely amazing, especially when he reached a hand over to rub at your clit. He always made sure you felt as much pleasure as possible.

"That's it, there you go babygirl." Mingi himself was enjoying the change in your sex life. Ever since you both found out you were pregnant, you had to halt your rather kinky and intense fucking sessions and replaced them with more soft and romantic love making. Which neither of you minded, it felt much more intimate and helped you both bond even closer to each other.

"Are you close my little lady? I can feel you squeeze tighter around my cock."

Although you were indeed close, you didn't want to cum just yet, not without asking you something first.

"Mingi......please....spank my ass." You turned your head so you could partially see his face from behind you.

Mingi blinked slowly at your request, unsure of what to do. Wanting to please you, he took one hand off your hip and used it to lightly spank the top of your ass. Although it was a rather tame slap, it was enough for you to start cumming on top of him. Mingi of course held you up, continuing to bury his cock inside you, sliding in and out so he could help make your high last longer til eventually he himself was cumming up into you. Making sure both of you were satisfied, he pulled you off him so he could clean you up.

"So I see you still become a mess when someone spanks you." He teased you, moving some hair out of your face so he could properly kiss you.

"Hey, I'm still your little brat even if I'm carrying our soon to be brat."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung slid the tip of his cock against your folds. Although he was anxious to be inside you once again, he had to make sure you were all right and not uncomfortable in any shape or form.

"You sure about this baby? We could try something else if you'd like." He assured you, one hand coming down to gently press against your pregnant belly.

"I'm fine Wooyoung. I just wanna feel your cock inside me again. It's been too long and I need it." You whined out, desperate to get some sort of release through something that wasn't from Wooyoung's tongue or fingers, although they always left you satisfied.

Wooyoung was extremely careful and slow as he plunged himself into you from behind, both of you moaning out loud when were connected once again after a long time. Pulling out once more, Wooyoung made sure to go easy on you, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your hips and ass as he moved to and fro with leisurely yet deep strokes into you.

"Fuck! You feel so good!" You couldn't help but exclaim as you felt every vein and ridge of his dick hitting deep inside your tight walls.

"You missed this didn't you babygirl? Missed being my little toy?" He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he went slightly harder against her but not so much. Reaching one hand over, his fingers rubbed at her clit, knowing it would drive her crazy.

"Y-yes! I missed this." You gasped out, unable to think about anything except Wooyoung's dick inside you.

"You dirty girl, even after I get you all knocked up, you still want to get fucked by me."

Rubbing his fingers faster against your clit, his other hand held onto your hip so he could angle himself to hit against your g-spot, brushing his tip over and over again on it so he could send you cumming all over him.

"But that's ok, I'll make sure to fuck another baby into you if that's what you want."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Opening your eyes, you smiled shyly as you woke up to your husband's face sleeping soundly next to you, one of his buff and strong arms was thrown over your body, laying protectively on your bump. Gently prying his hand off you without disturbing him, you quietly got out of the bed and walked out into the balcony of your hotel room, not bothering to cover up your naked body with a robe or anything.

You felt free, truly free as you gazed out at the beautiful scenery of the beach in front of you, a quick getaway place you and Jongho chose as your honeymoon destination after you both literally eloped not even 2 days ago. You wondered what were your parents and former fiancee thinking now, no doubt they were probably looking all over for you or were barely finding out the secret you two had kept for so long.

But you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn't regret anything, if anything you would have regretted everything if you hadn't escaped with Jongho, whom you hadn't noticed had woken up until you felt his hands on your hips.

"Look at you little vixen coming out here wearing absolutely nothing. What? Did you want anyone passing by to see you standing here all nude?" His tone let you know he wasn't mad, he was simply poking fun at you.

"Hmmm maybe? Would it make you jealous to know someone who isn't you saw me like this?" You joked back at him, pushing your ass back onto him, a grin on your face when you felt his dick poke at your hip, letting you know that he too came out with no clothes on.

"On the contrary my little vixen, you wanted to give them a show?" You bit your lip when he began kissing your shoulder and neck, aligning himself at your entrance.

"I'll make sure we both give them a show."

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[niksfics]

↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

WC | 2.5K

You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Crimson Ties (Bela Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T for language and mild medical drama

Warnings: Typical Vampire shenanigans

Genre: Hurt + comfort

Summary: Bela is somewhat unprepared to deal with a soulmate who has no clue about her condition, her family, or any of the village's secrets. Thankfully, her sister Cassandra is more than willing to be a bad example. Also there's some fluff.

Notes: For reference, each of my soulmate stories take place in their own contained timeline, since they each involve different types of soulmates. So in this one, Cass doesn't currently have a soulmate.

Previous Chapters: 1: Stem the Flow

2: Tangled Strands

A gentle humming fills the space around you, as fingers slowly run through your hair. As far as you can tell you had fallen back asleep, for several hours, and you were just now waking back up. No longer holding you down, your soulmate is curled up next to you. There’s still a needle in your arm, much to your irritation, but now you can finally see what it’s connected to: An IV for a transfusion. Explains why I’m feeling so much better than before, you think. Then you’re turning your head to the other side, eager to finally get a good look at your soulmate. Instantly you’re blushing, tongue tying itself into a knot, because wow are you lucky.

“Feeling any better?” She asked, as soon as your gaze met hers. You try to stutter out a confirmation, but you’re too distracted by the soft curve of her smile to speak, and barely even manage a nod. That beautiful smile grows wider in response. “Good. I couldn’t stand the thought of you suffering more, after what you’ve already been through.” Now her smile fades, and she looks away for a few moments. Watching it makes your heart ache. So you swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself to relax, before trying a little comforting of your own.

“I am safe now, am I not? Moreso, we have too much to talk about for us to dwell on the ill circumstances of our introduction. Let us cherish this time, in respite, with our hearts open wide to one another,” you said, donning your softest smile. Somehow your words fulfill their purpose, and your soulmate is once again grinning. Slowly she leans forward to rest her forehead against yours. Then she’s speaking, voice as smooth as the sheets you lay on.

“You are right, of course. I simply wish I could have saved you sooner,” she replied, tone betraying the sadness that her expression otherwise hid. Before you can protest, she continues talking, and you soon forget all about your qualms. “To think I don’t even know your name yet… nor you mine, I suppose. Let’s remedy that, yes? I am Bela Dimitrescu.” Something about her last name feels familiar to you, but not to the point of clear recognition. Instead of inquiring, you return her favor, giving her your own name. She repeats it back a few times, letting the syllables roll off her tongue, and you feel your heart skip a few beats. “A lovely name for a lovely soul, perfectly paired.”

A pause, followed by Bela reaching out to examine your IV. Following her gaze, you turn to the metal hook adjacent to the bed, where a blood bag hangs. Only a few drops remain inside. Just as when you first awoke, Bela gives a soft hum, then rises into a sitting position. Your first instinct is to copy the motion, and you’re relieved when (this time) she doesn’t push you back down. Both of you quietly inch your hands closer until they’re laid on top of each other.

“I wish I knew more about medicine, but unfortunately my family is more experienced in the creation of wounds than the treatment of them,” Bela said, scowling. Confused, you tilt your head at a slight angle, watching her with interest. Am I supposed to know who she’s referring to? My memories of the past couple days are still hazy, you think. “Do… do you remember how you ended up in the dungeon? I know you wanted to speak of happier things, and we can, soon. It’s just… Knowing how you arrived here may help me deal with the consequences of freeing you. Mother will be dreadfully upset that I’ve interrupted a draining, even if we are soulmates.”

“Wait, are you saying…? The intimidating giantess who strung me up and attempted to bleed me dry… is your mother?” You asked, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. This was an unexpected development, for sure.

“You didn’t know?” Bela replied, eyes going wide for a moment. Clearly she wouldn’t have said anything if she realized you weren’t already aware. Suddenly the tension in the room is palpable, with an uncomfortable silence overtaking the two of you. In the moment, you cannot even bring yourself to look at Bela, too stunned by this new knowledge. Eventually she breaks the silence, voice sounding unsure for once. “I realize that this is a lot to take in, if you need time to process it, I… I can go. But you need to understand that our situation is far more complicated than it might appear. We cannot survive without the blood of others- it is what sustains us when nothing else can.”

Now you’re staring at her like she’s crazy, and she’s standing up, moving to the other side of the room. She draws back a curtain, gazing out into the snow covered hills. Every muscle in your body is urging you to run while she’s distracted. Thread of fate be damned, this went far beyond anything you had ever imagined having to deal with. You come so close to ripping the IV right out of your arm. But a gentle tug on your soul string makes you pause, remembering all the times this bond gave you hope in dark times. Had she felt the same way, all these years? What had she gone through, in this absurd castle, on the very edges of civilization? You pull on the red thread, feeling a wave of composure wash over you.

“It appears there is much I need to learn. But is that not the very nature of our connection? We know, simply, that we are bound to each other, though we know not what shapes our souls take so that we might put them together, nor even what roles we must play. I cannot say that I understand your plight, my dear, but I will try, as is my obligation, and my honor,” you said, wishing you could hold her, and cursing your IV. As soon as the first word leaves your mouth, Bela is turning around, watching you with a bittersweet expression. Once you’re done she’s moving closer, as if reading your mind, extending a hand to cup your cheek. Then she leans forward to press a brief kiss to your forehead. “Oh, how I have longed for this- to be with you, to get to know you.”

“As did I,” she murmured. You can’t help but lean into her touch, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. “Perhaps I should introduce you to my family? I imagine you’ll be needing breakfast anyway, and bringing human food back to my quarters would raise more suspicion than I’d like.” Well, the moment couldn’t last forever, could it?

“Only if you promise that your mother won’t suspend me by my wrists again. Or by any other part of me. Shall we simply put suspension off the table altogether?” You asked, half teasing. To be entirely honest, you were equally worried about Bela’s sisters. Well, the people you had heard other prisoners whispering about, who were the daughters of the giantess, and by connecting a few dots were also, presumably, Bela’s sisters. Apparently they preferred to play with their food. Unless, of course, Bela was one of the daughters you had heard about, and would have easily torn into you if not for your connection. Let’s not dwell on that concept, you think, glad to be distracted by your soulmate.

“I will not let anyone harm you anymore, my beloved. My mother would not stand so firmly in the way of my happiness,” Bela reassured, though you detected a hint of uncertainty in her tone. Still, there wasn’t much you could do other than trust her. “Now, let me take care of your bandages, then we’ll head downstairs…”

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“Who the fuck is this?” An unfamiliar voice asked, as you meandered down the corridor, arm around Bela for support. As soon as she hears the person speak, your soulmate is freezing in place, casting a worried glance over her shoulder. When you turn as well, you spot someone dressed almost identically to Bela. However, the woman wears a yellow pendant, as opposed to a red one, and her hair is a dark brown. It feels safe to assume that she’s one of the sisters you’ve heard about. Which understandably makes you nervous, to the point where you almost want to hide behind Bela. Instead, you stand tall, attempting to seem unfazed by either her presence or her vulgarity.

“Mind your manners, Cassandra,” Bela hissed, taking more of an aggressive stance than you had anticipated. “This, dear sister, is my soulmate. And if you even think about harming them, or getting in our way, I will tear you apart.” While you’re downright shocked at the intensity of Bela’s statement, her sister doesn’t look at all impressed, and eyes you with minimal interest. Better than looking at you with hatred, right? Apparently not, as Bela moves to stand between the two of you, eyes narrowed. There’s a clear stiffness in her posture that leaves you anxious. Cassandra seems to notice it as well, and laughs, before taking a few steps in your direction. Then your soulmate mimics the movement, forcing you to do so as well.

“They’re human,” Cassandra snapped, pausing to sniff the air and scowl. “Here I thought your soulmate would have to be special, if they’re to compare to your ego. You’re disappointed, aren’t you? Having to settle for this.” With that she shifts, flesh writhing, making your stomach churn as you watch her disintegrate into a cloud of… flies? What the hell is wrong with this family? Can Bela do that too? I hope not, you think. Soon you’re pulled from your thoughts, however, as the swarm circles around you, single insects occasionally surging forward to cut at your skin. But Bela is grabbing you by the sleeve and tugging you to her chest, moving against a wall so that her body shielded your own. Your eyes clamp shut as you shake in her arms. When the buzzing stops, it is quickly replaced with cruel laughter. “That fragile, hmm? I can’t wait to see what mother thinks. See you at breakfast, sister!”

Then the two of you are alone, still pressed against the wall, staying still until the sound of footsteps fade. You’re stunned, unsure of how to react. The fact that a few drops of blood roll down your cheek only makes things worse. Still, Bela managed to prevent you from getting too hurt, and the few wounds on your body are negligible. Ever filled with gratitude, you hold her close as you try to stutter out a few sentences.

“Is she always this hostile, or am I truly not what you had expected? No, pay me no mind, it hardly matters. Thank you for protecting me,” you whispered. In response, Bela gives you a little squeeze, then pulls back enough to wipe the blood from your face. There’s a hint of something odd in her expression, which you interpret to be related to her apparent ‘need for blood’. Thankfully, she is in perfect control, and does not frenzy the same way you had read about fictional vampires doing. But she does hesitate, words dying on her tongue, like there are a thousand things she wants to say, and no words to say them with. “It’s alright, my dear. Let’s just go to breakfast, like we planned, and hope your sister behaves better when supervised.”

Bela nods, quickly, before taking your hand in her own. Whatever awaited you in the dining room, the two of you would be ready. Hopefully.

[lucysometimeswrites]

SUBMISSION: Prompt 1,20,29 from the Disney song list with Harry Holland ( I’m interested to see how this goes)

DUDE i am so sorry this took SOOOOO long but i hadn't had time for it and i didn't wanna just give you something rushed so anyway i hope you like it!

1. Please don’t shut me out again, please don’t slam the door.

20. Go on and kiss the girl.

29. Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly

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“God, that’s disgusting”, you grimaced at the newly-formed couple who was making out in the living room. The Holland’s living room, to be precise. Harry and you had been friends for a while, close enough to be invited to get-togethers and random drinking evenings. This was one of those evenings, where everyone wanted to unwind and have a good laugh to inaugurate the weekend, and Harry offered the perfect way to do that.

I mean, free booze, the guy you liked, and good music? How could you say no?

You and Harry had hit it off quite quickly after first meeting a few years ago, through mutual friends. You had a lot of similar interests, same sort of humour, and even in the things you thought differently on, you learned to like for the other. He was an absolute dream. Everyone saw it, too. They secretly hoped you’d get together soon, and already assumed something happened between the two of you but, alas, here you were. Angry at life and that innocent couple in the living room because of the stupid, lovey-dovey thoughts that just wouldn’t go away.

“Why the long face?” Harry asked with a chuckle as he entered the kitchen, stopping beside you and turning to look where your angry stare was headed.

You nodded towards the living room, and answered, “Them. Like, can you not do it in front of my face, please?”

“But you’re all the way here in the kitchen?” he said, confused.

“Shut up” you ended, giving a big swig of your cup. A silence made itself at home between you too, not necessarily uncomfortable as you would expect, but a little suffocating. You became self-conscious about every move you made, hating how the curly-headed boy could turn you into a mess with just his presence.

“I think it’s cute” he shrugged, breaking the silence.

“They’re barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly. Ha, what a joke” you challenged.

The quiet settled again and you didn’t notice, but Harry side-eyed you while a million thought ran through his mind. He remembered that one night where you found yourselves in a similar situation. Both drunk off your asses and looking at the world through a pink lens, you shared an intimate kiss just weeks after meeting each other. He also remembered how, after trying to talk about it with you, you shut him out and didn’t speak to him for an entire two weeks. It was after promising he’d never bring it up again that you ended the silent treatment, much to his delight.

As the night went on, you kept going into the kitchen for more drink refills, feeling a little tipsy. The people, getting rowdier and nastier, went on to find the darkest spots in the house for their shenanigans, and you were so distracted that you didn’t even realize when you were dragged to a circle that formed in the living room. The announcement that the classic “Spin The Bottle” game was about to be played was made and yup, cue the eye roll.

A bunch of rounds went by with no one you actually cared to remember the name of getting their turn, until the guy who looked a little to drunk to be managing the game yelled,

“Harry! My boy! Your turn to snog one of these lucky ladies here tonight” he motioned to the girls sitting around the circle, who all bit their lips or looked down in embarrassment.

“Snog? Shut up, mate,” the red-head answered and confidently spun the bottle.

You held your breath and did not tear your eyes from it, the stupid thing seeming to spin for ages until it slowly came to a stop.

Pointing at you.

Of course it’s me, you thought as you closed your eyes, damning every single power in the universe. When you opened them, Harry was intently staring at you, as if studying any movement you might make and trying to figure out what was going through your head. In response, you got on your knees and lightly slapped you hands on your thighs, showing you were ready. He didn’t move an inch, still analyzing your face. Harry knew this was thin ice he was treading on—one wrong move and everything would go to shit. He was dying to press his lips on yours, even if it was just a game, but the memories from a few weeks back flooded his mind and—

“C’mon mate! Go on and kiss the girl!” the guy from earlier encouraged.

Well, why the fuck not?, you both thought at the same time.

Harry crawled to you and you met him halfway, lips clashing with force and desire. His hand made its way to cradle your cheek and part of your neck, guiding the kiss and making you melt into a puddle instantly. Your mouth opened a little more, letting him kiss you deeper and hungrier like no one has ever before. It was absolutely everything you had ever wanted.

And it was everything you couldn’t have.

Parting your lips with your hands on his chest, you felt tears well up in your eyes, and whispered for only you and him to hear,

“This is why the fuck not”

You hurriedly got up as everyone cheered and hooted after the heated show they saw, quickly glancing at Harry but rushing towards the upstairs bathroom.

“Please! Y/N, wait!

Hearing a faint call of your name and footsteps catching up to you, you almost ran for the room you deemed safe. Before going in, however, Harry’s voice made you stop in your tracks.

“Please, please. Please don’t shut me out again, please don’t slam the door”, he begged.

You felt his presence a few feet behind you, the dark hallway only aiding in the tense atmosphere that surrounded you. Not daring to move an inch, the only thing you could do was stare ahead at the shower curtain, your mind going a thousand miles a minute on how anything that happened in the next few moments could make or break you.

A pair of warm, shaky hands found their place on your shoulders, making you tense and then relax as they carefully and lovingly caressed their way down your arms. You felt the ghost of his chest against your back, his breath fanning on your neck and you closed your eyes, savouring the moment but dreading having to face him and look him in the eye. Gently, he grabbed your elbows and turned you to him, still very close to you.

In all honesty, Harry did not have a plan. He ran after you because there was no way he was letting you get away once more, but now that he caught up to you and had you so close to him, he had no clue what to do. His mind had gone blank, the only thing filling it was the image of you. You, whom he had shared so many memories with. You, with the beautiful laugh and crinkly eyes that brought butterflies to his chest every time. You, who never failed to bring happiness into his life, even if you weren’t on the best terms. You, whom he loved so much.

Leaning his forehead against yours, he quietly pleaded one more time, “Please don’t run away from me again”.

“I’m not,” you answered with the same tone, eyes still very much closed.

“You were going to, though”

“I’m sorry”

“Why?” he furrowed his brows.

“For trying to run away”, you answered swiftly to each question, surprisingly. As if all your walls had been brought down just by his simple, loving touch.

“No, why do you keep running away?”

Not so swift anymore, huh?

You stayed silent, not knowing how to answer his question without sounding like a little girl scared of the dark.

“Y/N” he said again, waiting for your answer. His hands moved from your arms to your hands, stopping both pairs from shaking and lightly intertwining your fingers.

You knew you had to come clean. It wasn’t fair to him for you to not give him answers, and not fair to you to keep feeling this angst. So, still very quietly, you answered.

“I’m scared. I’m scared that I’m gonna get hurt if I let you in or that I may hurt you if you let me in. Or both. I care about you so much and I don’t want to ruin our relationship because what we have is great but I also really want to be with you and love you but then I’m also scared because of what I just sai—” your ramble being cut off by Harry’s chapped lips.

His hands held both sides of your face, making you feel secure in his embrace and the soft kiss radiating adoration. He poured everything he felt for you in it, only hoping you could feel it too and that it would bring you out of that fear that had you so trapped in yourself.

He broke the kiss, lightly running his thumb over your cheek and reassuring you immediately.

“With me? Darling, you don’t have to be scared with me. I promise you I feel the exact same way, I love you so much and the last thing I want or will do is hurt you, but I can’t let you get away anymore. I want to make you feel loved and make you feel happy and I want everyone to know you’re mine and that I’m yours. Please let me do that, Y/N. Let me love you the way you deserve to be and I promise you won’t—”

It was you who interrupted him this time. During his small speech, you felt safe enough to open your eyes and see him. You saw the honestly and frustration in his face, desperately wanting you to understand how he felt. It made you realize  that you would rather spend a few moments loving each other than the rest of your life watching him with someone else, not knowing what could have been.

“Okay,” you said after parting ways.

“Okay?” he asked you, eyes frantically scanning your features for any sign of doubt or humour.

“Yes. Yes, let’s do it!” you giggled, him mirroring your actions and pulling you into his chest for a tight hug. He buried his face in your hair and yours in his chest, feeling relief course through him at the idea of you being taken by none other than him. Just holding each other, you were about to share another kiss until a random voice interrupted you from behind,

“...can I use the bathroom now?”.

[sirowsky]

Driving Mr. Tovar

Chapter 16 - Afterglow

Description: Finally back together, you and Pero make the most of your reunion. But you also find time for shenanigans both here and there.

Rating: Explicit 18+ONLY Warnings: Pero x female reader, cursing, allusions to past domestic violence, trauma-recovery, smut. Word count: 8960 (2990 words added) Masterlist (this story) Author’s Masterlist

(Original Author's Note: So, it's been a good week, and I'm in a good mood, which is probably why this is all just cozy softness and a bit of fun. I hope you'll enjoy it! (Because knowing me, it probably won't last...))

   You woke up a couple of hours after you and Pero had moved up to the same guest room that you’d been using as a recovery suite.    It was still morning, not even 8 am yet, evident by the digital clock on the nightstand, and the sun was streaming into the room, showering everything in a golden shimmer.    Little flecks of dust were calmly swiveling through the air, following no predetermined path, merely letting themselves be shifted aimlessly.

   You watched them fly, realizing that they were perfect examples of how you felt right then. Aimlessly floating on a cloud of joy, trying to remember if you’d ever felt quite like you did in that moment.    So completely relaxed and peaceful, safely wrapped between a pair of thick arms, comforted by the warmth of the amazing man that was currently spooning you.    And more than all that, you were bathing in a tremendous sense of belonging.

   In short, you were happy. Blissfully, immodestly happy.    And… wet. Why were you wet?    You could feel your own juices, mixed with the remnants of his earlier release inside you, trickling down out of your center, and because you were mere seconds awake, it took you another moment to grasp that it wasn’t the sun that had woken you.

   Pero was gently, slowly dragging his hard shaft in tiny movements against your sex, from behind. Teasing your sensitive flesh and nudging your opening, driving you crazy with the promise of what he would feel like inside you.

   “Good morning, mi amada,” he said in a low, husky mumble that seemed to reverberate through your own chest in a very pleasant way.

   “Mmm, is this how you always say good morning? Because if so: yes, please, and thank you,” you slurred back, still too languid and tired to even lift or turn your head.

   “You like how this feels, hm?” he asked, and you could hear the small smile of pride in his voice.

   “Fuck, yes.”

   His movements got firmer as he heard the desire in your voice, but he still didn’t enter.    He kept sliding against the outside of your pussy, while you kept drenching him in your moisture.    You tried to push back into him and curved your back to try and change the angle between you, so that he’d slide against your clit too. Getting desperate for relief with how good it felt.

   But the tear in your side prevented you from bending very far. It was healed enough by now that you didn’t need to bandage it anymore, but the burgeoning scar-tissue still ached when you tried to stretch it.    A hand came to rest on your hip, holding you still and keeping you from overexerting yourself, as well as from getting him to where you wanted him.

   “Pero… please, I need more,” you whimpered, well past caring how pathetic it made you sound.

   He leaned in close behind you, so his lips were almost touching your ear as he spoke. His voice was so low that it made a tendril of pleasure flutter through your stomach and settle somewhere behind your clit.

   “Shh, Belleza. I don’t want to hear my angel beg. Not for anything. Ever,” he admonished, which only further frustrated you.

   “Then stop teasing me,” you griped, and his hold on your hip tightened as he all but growled seductively in your ear.

   “I will. When you tell me what you want.”

   Oh, right… You had to remind yourself that this was a man that had never tried to emotionally connect to another person.    And while you felt certain that he knew how to please any random woman, that wasn’t what he was trying to do with you.    He wanted to please you, sure, but not just physically.

   He wanted to learn you.

   By asking for your instructions, he wasn’t just asking how to best fuck you to satisfaction, he was trying to learn how to be good enough.    How to keep you in his arms and continue to be invited into your heart. How to open any door that remained closed between you, and how to deal with anything he might find there.    He wanted to know how to care for you.    But he also did want to know what exactly you were craving in that moment.

   “I want you to bury yourself inside me, fill me until the aching emptiness inside of me shuts up,” you started, looking for the right words to explain, through the morning mist that still lingered in your head. “I want to be claimed. So that anyone that comes near me will be able to smell you on my skin.    I want that security of knowing that you’ll always be there. That you’ll never stop claiming me, no matter how many years or how many miles separate us.”

   He was completely still, listening intently. But even as you fell silent, he said nothing.

   “Do you understand?” you asked tentatively, but he still didn’t answer.

   Maybe you misunderstood the depth of the question, after all. Maybe he really was just asking about your sexual desires.    But that was even harder to answer.

   “Uh… when it comes to sex, I’m kinda dull. I don’t like to experiment or to play games, I like it simple. Natural. Just letting the pleasure guide us and do what feels good in the moment.    This morning was pretty much my idea of perfection.    I love how you feel inside me. How your hands play my body as elegantly as I play the piano. And I love the way you move, so powerful but still somehow so considerate and tender.    There’s nothing more I need from you, but just that. Just… you.”

   You fell silent, waiting for a reaction, feeling as though you were standing on a stage waiting for someone to judge your performance.    But this wasn’t a performance. It was your heart and soul laid bare and you needed him to acknowledge that, which was why his continued silence was giving you anxiety.

   Then suddenly, he threw the covers off the both of you, and the sudden change in temperature made you shiver, but only for a moment as you were blistering hot already.    And before you’d had a chance to ask what he was doing, he’d wrestled his arms all the way around you, locking your torso against his, and then his severely strained voice sounded in your ear.

   “Guide me in…” he half-barked, half-begged, and you wormed your arm back to his hip, gripping his cock as you found it and placing the head against your opening. “You will drive me absolutely crazy talking like this…”

   As he spoke, he started rocking into you, hissing slightly with the pleasure it gave him to feel you close in around him.    He kept his arms around you, steadying you as his thrusts got harder with the strength of his need for you. And with each snap of his hips, his breath billowed across the side of your face, your neck, the shell of your ear.

   He felt so good… Not just inside you, but all of him.    The way he kept tugging you back against his chest and belly, so hungry for as much contact between you as possible. And the way he occasionally nestled his nose into your hair, as well as the kisses and little nibbles he gave you.    Even his thighs slapping against the backs of yours, every inch of him felt like heaven.

   But what his long, deep and forceful thrusts made you feel, just put everything else in the background.    It was quite extraordinary, really, because it wasn’t like you’d never known sexual pleasure before. But like him, you’d shied away from all deeper connections for so long now, that it was all new and unfamiliar again.

   Feeling his need for you, that craving that didn’t come from his body or his mind or even those inescapable primal instincts, but straight from his heart to yours, filled you with a warmth and excitement that was all-consuming.    The two of you, entwined and moving together, was all that existed.

   And before long, you were itching to climb that hill, but you needed more to get there.    So, you reached back and put your hand on his hip again, urging him to thrust shorter, faster, and he obliged.

   “Tell me, Belleza…” he croaked, his voice strained with as much powerful emotions as with the effort of rutting into you, and the overwhelming desire to chase his own peak.

   You were panting hard yourself, and struggling to create any sound at all, beyond the moans that escaped you every few seconds. So, you used the hand on his hip to hold him to you as you rolled onto your stomach.    He followed, settling himself on top of you without letting his arms loosen their hold around you. But you could still push your ass up against his thrusts, which gave you a perfect angle on your g-spot, making you quiver with sensation.

   “Oh, Christ… give me… put your hand on…”

   You didn’t need to finish that sentence.    He unhooked his right arm from your torso, letting it slide down along your side and in under your hip, finding your clit as you lifted yourself more to give him room.    It took only seconds of having his thick fingers toying around the little bundle of nerves, before your body just exploded.

   White-hot tendrils of the purest ecstasy imaginable shot through you, starting at your core and surging out into your limbs, up along your back and through your abdomen.    And then your core clenched, and your orgasm peaked, rolling through you, like aftershocks to the overpowering explosion.    You gasped, groaned and cried out your rapture in breathless huffs, and all the while, Pero kept driving into you, helping you ride through it, before reaching his own high.

   And feeling him lose his rhythm and how his muscles contracted against your back as he spilled into you, long and hard and uncontrollably, was so satisfying that it drove you into a second, smaller orgasm.    That made him growl into your ear, louder with each breath, as he was forced to keep rutting into you when your body overstimulated him.

   Soon though, you both collapsed as your respective orgasms slowly ebbed out, and there was something very comforting and safe about feeling his weight draped over your back.    But as soon as he’d regained enough strength, he slipped out and rolled off you, but stayed on his side, nestled up to you with his arm over the back of your waist, and his chin resting against the edge of your shoulder.

   You turned your head towards him and relished in the sight of the beading sweat on his forehead, the locks of hair that clung to his temples and neck, but most of all in his peacefulness.    You’d never seen his face so smoothed while he was awake before, and it made you a bit proud.

   “God, Pero… that was amazing,” you whispered, as though saying it too loudly would somehow break the spell of the afterglow.

   “Yes,” he agreed, also whispering as he opened his eyes and met yours, and there was such joy in those eyes that it made your chest pinch a little. “I didn’t think I could please you so well so soon, or that you could make me feel so… much…”

   “I know what you mean,” you smiled warmly at him, but he seemed surprised.

   “You have not felt this before?”

   “Not even close,” you admitted. “This was… just heaven.”

   “A fitting place for a goddess,” he smiled back, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

   “Nah, I’d rather stay here with my dragon.”

   That made his smile melt into something even warmer, and he reached his head forwards to kiss you.    He kept his eyes shut, and his lips close to yours as the kiss ended, and there was a happy little hum in the back of his throat.

   “I still can’t believe that I get to touch you.”

   “As much as you want,” you promised, but something sad came over him then, and he pulled back, just a little.

   “I was gone too long, though. You were hurting,” he observed, and you took a deep breath.

   Allowing reality to sink back into your mind, you turned on your side that you were fully facing him.    You’d hoped to just stay in that glorious afterglow for a bit longer, but you needed to have this conversation.

   “You did what you had to do, and I don’t hold that against you.    My pain was mostly just fear anyway,” you assured him.

   “Of your attackers? There’s no need to fear them anymore,” he assured you in return, but that wasn’t what you were referring to.

   “No, it wasn’t that. I was afraid of…” you paused, searching for the right word. “Loneliness.    Each day I woke up hoping you’d have come home during the night, hoping to wake up in your arms again. But each day, I was alone.    And since I was hurt and sad, it made my head go to dark places. Pretty soon I’d convinced myself that you weren’t coming back at all. That you’d left for good.”

   “Ay, Belleza, I wouldn’t do such a thing to you,” he said with a concerned brow.

   “I know that. Really, I do. I’m just…    There are parts of me that are just irrevocably broken. Things that have been beaten into my bones and come creeping out whenever there’s a hint of uncertainty in my heart.    And when that happens, it doesn’t matter what I know to be true, my mind distorts everything to make me feel worthless and ugly,” you tried to elaborate, expecting him not to understand.

   But of course, you were wrong.    You could probably not even imagine the depths to which Pero had experienced the conviction of his own worthlessness.

   “I know this feeling. It haunts me in my darker moments, too,” he confirmed, making you feel stupid for assuming that he wouldn’t get it. “But then I look at you, and I no longer care about what has been. Only what can be.”

   That made the slight tension in your body disappear, and he could feel it.    He pulled you into his chest, braiding your legs together and locking his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and letting you nestle into his neck.     You’d been truthful when you’d said that you hadn’t been frightened that anyone would come for you, but you had spent many hours wondering what he and Rose had discovered, and while you didn’t really want any details, you did want to be reassured that it was over.

   “Did you kill them?” you asked in a whisper, not sure if he would feel okay to talk about it.

   And he did take a second before he answered, which was enough to make you think that maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

   “Every last one,” he answered without a trace of regret, but he was a bit nervous when he continued. “Does that… repulse you?”

   “No,” you replied without pause. “I’m just sorry that you had to do that.”

   He sighed with some relief, as though he really had been scared that you’d reject him over something like that.

   “So am I.”

   Since it was relevant to your relationship now, there was one other thing you wanted to make sure that he knew, before you left the heavier topics. But you didn’t quite know how to phrase it.

   “Um… there’s one more thing you should know about me,” you started, feeling a bit uneasy. “I don’t know if it makes any difference to you, but… you should know, either way.”

   “What is it, Angel?” he asked, sounding mostly curious, and you decided to just give it to him straight.

   “I can’t have children. I was… too badly hurt once, and it’s just not possible anymore.    So, no need to worry about protection.    I made peace with it a long time ago, but I don’t wanna just assume that you’re fine with it,” you explained, somehow feeling smaller with the admission.

   “I am. Having you is more than enough for me. More than I ever thought I’d have,” he declared with a clear and resolute voice.

   This was a non-issue for him, and even though you’d been pretty sure it would be, you were still relieved to hear that he didn’t consider you any less of a woman for it.    And suddenly you felt like you grew a few inches. Like his acceptance allowed you to unfurl yourself in some unseen way.

   “Thank you,” you said, burrowing yourself a little closer. “I love you, my Dragon.”

   He hummed in the same warmly affectionate way that King always did, and then kissed the top of your head.

   “And I love you, my Pegasus.”

   You smiled widely at your mother’s nickname for you, so cute when spoken with a Spanish accent.    But then your stomach made an unhappy little noise, and you chuckled.

   “Wanna go torture Doris some more?” you asked, and his responding smile as he pulled back and looked at you, was absolutely wicked.

   “Oh, hell yes!”

   You showered separately, because you just knew that you’d never make it down to the kitchen before lunch (at best) otherwise.    You went first, so you’d have time to dry your hair while Pero cleaned himself up, and as he walked back into the bedroom, you were just pulling the borrowed pair of his sweatpants on, with your back to him and no underwear on your lower half.

   You hadn’t actually meant for him to see that, but when you heard him hiss from behind you just as you fixed the elastic waistband to where you wanted it on your hips, you decided to just go with it, and hope that he wouldn’t decide to drag you back to bed again.    Because it wasn’t like you were ever gonna refuse him.

   “I didn’t like the ‘emergency’ panties Mr. Rose provides,” you explained, trying to sound as casual as you could, not to provoke any lust in him. “You about done? I’m starving.”

   You could clearly see the very different hunger that filled his eyes, but also the conflict of wanting you to get some food, as he was painfully aware of the fact that you were still healing.    So, he closed his eyes and shook his head a little, and when he opened them again, some of the heat was gone but had been replaced by what you could only describe as mischief.

   A few minutes later, you walked into the kitchen, holding hands, and sure enough; Doris was there, rinsing and peeling potatoes, in preparation for lunch.    She looked up as you entered, and ever the curious, she looked the two of you up and down before her eyes landed on your joined hands.

   “Hm. So does this mean it’s official, then?” she grumbled, using the peeler to wave in your general direction.

   Not sure how much he was willing to share yet, you waited to see what Pero would do.    You were expecting exaggerated scowling and a “mind your own business” kind of vibe, but he managed to shock both of you by doing the exact opposite.    He shot her a huge, genuine smile, filled with pride and unbridled joy, making him look like the cutest little puppy imaginable.

   “Yes,” he declared while puffing his chest up, “And we’re hungry. We had a very… active morning,” he finished with a sparkle in his eyes.

   At first, Doris just kind of gradually stilled, as though she had trouble absorbing what she was seeing.    But as he spoke, she got more and more uncomfortable, and after he stopped talking, she kept staring at him with an expression like she was watching a horror-film.

   “Okay, you just… just stop that now, you hear?” she tried to sound confident, but it drowned among the nervous trembles and the obvious discomfort emanating from her entire being. “You’re not welcome in my kitchen if you’re gonna be all… weird like that.”

   “I’m happy. This is not weird,” Pero chuckled at her while casually moving closer to the counter where she was working, curious about the food being made.

   But she didn’t see it that way, and the closer he came, the further she backed away.

   “It is with you, and I don’t like it,” she said before bumping against the opposite counter.

   But unfortunately, it seemed that Pero took offense to this, because as if it was as easy as flipping a switch, he effectively killed the smile and snuffed out all the warmth that he was giving off.    The sudden anger and coldness that filled the room would’ve been enough to make even you instinctively pull away from him, were it not for the fact that he was still affectionately squeezing your hand.

   It was all an act, and a hugely impressive one at that.    But the poor cook couldn’t tell the difference, and even though the front counter was between them, she looked as though he was standing over her.    And yeah, it might’ve been an overreaction, considering that she’d been at the estate for many years and should know by now that he wouldn’t actually hurt her.    But he was an expert at making it feel as though he would.

   Which was why you couldn’t fault her reaction when she stammered for you to help yourselves to breakfast, before hurriedly leaving the kitchen all together, as you’d felt the full force of his rage yourself and knew how frightening he could be.

   “Okay, you did realize that I was joking when I suggested torturing her, right?” you scolded him, half-heartedly. “That was fucking mean, Pero.”

   He let the fake expressions fall away and raised his eyebrows at you.

   “She started it! I was being nice, for once. If she doesn’t like this, I will give her the opposite,” he pouted, clearly trying to hide that it really did hurt his feelings that she’d reacted like that to his happiness.

   But you decided not to point that out, since he was reluctant to admit even to himself that he really did care about the rest of the staff. And that their opinions of his changed behavior might be important to him.    So, you just smiled and shook your head at him, while he started picking out things to make sandwiches.

   “She was just uncomfortable,” you suggested, aware that the combination of her extreme sensitivity and his unwillingness to cater to her nervous disposition, were completely incompatible. “You didn’t have to chase her out of her own kitchen.”

   “Oh, this isn’t the first time,” he grumbled while slicing up pieces of bread. “She will be back, with reinforcements.”

   “Why am I not surprised…” you said, still smiling while cocking your head to the side and crossing your arms over your waist. “I presume ‘reinforcements’ means Laura?”

   “Correct,” he confirmed, and you just nodded and kissed his shoulder while you watched him slice tomatoes into perfect, thin slices. A machine couldn’t have done it better.

   You were standing next to him, but facing him, with your hip leaning against the counter.    When he felt your kiss, he wrapped his left arm around your waist and pulled you into his side while he arranged the slices on the cutting board with his other hand.    Not because they needed rearranging, but because it gave him time to let his left hand wander down to the curve of your underwear-free backside.

   He clearly liked knowing that if he just pushed the elastic down, he’d have access to your precious center, and couldn’t keep himself from letting a few fingers slip inside the hem.    And before long, all five fingers were on the inside, innocently stroking their way down to your left cheek, all while the tomatoes kept getting needlessly shifted around.

   But then the door opened, and he slowly pulled his hand out and then completely away from you as Coulson walked in.    And to his credit, the older man gave no indication at all that he’d just seen a little too much of Pero’s interest in you.

   “Welcome home, Mr. Tovar,” he greeted, before his eyes shifted to you, clearly not expecting much of a response from the Spaniard.

   “Thank you, Coulson. How are my boys?” Pero responded, and the butler’s focus snapped back to him.

   And for the first time, you saw Coulson’s composure break, for just a moment, as he seemed absolutely stunned to hear the normally so taciturn and generally grumpy man, address him in complete sentences, and with a smile in his eyes.    It understandably took him a moment to register that before he could respond.

   “Uh… They’re fine. King’s cut has completely healed,” he said, before once more turning his attention to you. “However, I think he’s anxious to see you, Miss.”

   “I’m sure he is. We’ll go say hi after breakfast,” you assured him, as Pero’s head turned back to you, now with a look of confusion on his face.

   “What am I missing in this picture?” he asked with a furrowed brow, and you smiled.

   “Only that I’ve been riding almost every day for the past week.”

   The confusion gave way to surprise, but then quickly morphed into concern.

   “Alone?” he asked, with a hint of suspicion in his tone, but Coulson beat you to answering that.

   “If she would’ve refrained from sneaking off every time, I’d have happily gone with her,” the butler politely ratted you out, which annoyed you.

   Because you would’ve phrased it better, which would’ve kept Pero from getting genuinely upset with you.

   “Ay, Belleza… You are still not fully healed. A week ago, you would’ve been in danger of ripping your stitches much too easily.    Why would you sneak off alone, what if something had happened?” he admonished, and you could clearly see the very real fear in his features, still sitting so close to the surface after he’d been forced to leave you even though you’d been so weak.

   “I had my phone with me,” you tried to justify the risk, but it still didn’t sit well with him.

   “You have a fracture in your head, mi amor. You could’ve passed out, fallen off and gotten hurt even worse, and the phone would not have helped you,” he pressed, getting more riled up as he realized the potential scope of the danger that you’d put yourself in.

   And the truth was that you hadn’t really thought about any of that when you went on those rides. You hadn’t considered how badly injured you really were, because you’d been desperate.    You’d needed those hours of peace and harmony to keep from drowning in despair, and you weren’t about to apologize for that.

   “I needed it, Tovar,” you said, taking his hands again to try and bring him back to a calmer state of mind, so that he’d hear you. “I told you, not having you around for so long… it messed with my head.    King kept me from losing myself.”

   He met your eyes as he listened, and you could see how he noticed that you were holding back strong emotions. That this was about something so much more destructive than a simple crack in a bone.    Closing his eyes, he bowed his head and sighed unhappily.

   “How much do I owe that animal by now?” he asked no one, and he sounded so sad that it was hard to believe that he’d been smiling and joking just a minute ago.

   “He’s been an absolute gentleman,” you said in a much lighter tone, trying to bring some of that joy back. “He hasn’t even stolen my phone again.”

   Pero couldn’t help but huff a laugh at that, as he too remembered that day with such fondness.    But that seemed to jog his memory about something else too, and he turned back to Coulson, but without letting go of your hands.

   “Poppy’s supplies… did she get them?”

   “I assume so,” the butler answered. “Since I didn’t know when you’d be back, I let them stay where you’d left them, and two days later they were gone.”

   “Good. She probably heard what had happened and came to get them herself,” Pero surmised, but then just as he fell silent, a noise of an undiscernible nature reached your ears, and he pulled you closer on instinct.

   Somewhere behind the door, there was a rumble followed by heated voices, before Brix all but threw the door off its hinges as he entered the kitchen, closely followed by Rose, and the latter had a look of tremendous vexation on his face.    You were a tad concerned by the scene, until you felt your Spaniard relax next to you, and a glance at him revealed a bemused smile on his face as he leaned back against the counter and pulled you closer, apparently expecting whatever this was to be entertaining.

   “I know that you think so, Brix, but you’re not well enough yet,” Rose tried to reason with the mountain of a man.

   “I’m well enough to kick some ass if I need to. You’re not my doctor,” Brix bit back, obviously not at all concerned about losing his job for being rude to his employer.

   “Thank god, no. But I do talk to him, and he’s made it very clear that you’re to take it easy for at least another week,” Rose calmly explained, but the ton of bricks before him looked like he might explode.

   “Another week!? Oh, for fucks sake…”

   “I won’t exacerbate your injury by letting you back to work too early,” Sam persisted. “If you wanna hurt yourself worse, that’s on you.”

   But before Brix could retort, Pero chuckled heartily, which was unusual in and of itself, but seemed especially odd considering the overall energy of the room.    So, all eyes shifted to look at him with confusion.

   “Have you learned nothing from last time, el burro?” he teased, and the mountain-man immediately soured even more.

   “What did you just call me, Spaniard?” Brix fumed, but Pero just looked like he was having a blast.

   “You heard me,” he said with a crooked smile and a knowing nod.

   And you were just about to suggest that maybe they should table this conversation until after you’d had breakfast. Partly because you really were starving, and partly because you genuinely didn’t know if they’d start throwing punches.    But right then, Brix tore his eyes from Pero’s and met yours, and then noticed how the two of you were standing together, and his expression softened.

   “I’m, uh… glad you got your man back, little Warrior,” he tentatively offered, clearly struggling to fuel his anger around you, since he now knew that you could strip him of his defenses with just a few words. “You look much better.”

   The sudden shift in his temperament seemed to surprise everyone else in the room, including Coulson, even though he’d been there when you’d outed Brix as a big softie.    But you supposed that there was some difference between being forced to reveal something that you were trying to hide, and just openly allowing it to be seen.    He did look like the embodiment of discomfort, but this was still progress.

   “Thank you, I feel much better,�� you said warmly, smiling at him before gently admonishing him. “And you really should listen to your boss, he cares a great deal about you.”

   The wall of muscles softened even more, but then he suddenly looked at the floor and twisted his torso back and forth with uncertainty, while a new kind of tension settled into his frame.

   “I don’t like feeling useless,” he admitted in a mumbling sort of way.

   You noticed that Rose was looking increasingly confused by this entire interaction, although everyone present seemed too stunned to interrupt.

   “You’re not useless, just temporarily side-lined.    Use the free time to work on that other thing we talked about. You look like you might need it,” you suggested in a positive tone, and Brix’s cheeks flushed a little, which was apparently the limit to how much Mr. Rose could observe.

   He just gawked at the whole scene as though his brain was incapable of computing the information that it was receiving. And then as soon as you fell silent, he turned to you.

   “What have you done to him? And how do I do it?” he asked, still sounding calm, but with a hefty dose of incredulity baked in.

   “Oh, he’s just a tender little bear-cub that needs some love from time to time, to remind him that not everyone is trying to kill him. That’s all,” you chirped, looking at Rose first, but then drifting over to the little mountain as you finished.

   He wouldn’t meet your eyes, so to emphasize your point, you left Pero’s side, rounded the front counter and walked right up to Brix.    Once there you wrapped your arms around his waist, since that was as much of him as you could reach, and then hugged him tightly. And he just melted in your arms.    After a few seconds, you pulled back and looked up at him, and he nodded thankfully at you, so you returned to your Spaniard, and started putting the finishing touches to your sandwich, satisfied that there would be no more arguments for now.

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   Pero wasn’t surprised to hear Brix call you a warrior.    If the man knew anything at all about what had happened, he was surely impressed with what you’d done. Most people would be, with or without having military training.    But he was surprised that the man openly displayed affection towards you. He never did that, not even to animals.

   He was never truly unpleasant, or outright mean to anyone unless they’d done something seriously depraved or evil.    Instead, he mostly favored to just use his size to deter any ill-willed or misguided action. But he also never displayed any type of emotions beyond joy or various degrees of anger.    That was why he’d never had a problem with Pero, because they were similar, in that regard.

   But now, you’d made them both soften and allow their emotions more space, helping them to be more aware of themselves. And he understood how that had happened for himself, having spent so much time with you, but how had Brix gotten there?    Surely, you hadn’t been spending all your time over the past two weeks with the man.    He couldn’t blame you if you had, but there was still a small part of him that really didn’t like the idea.

   “Just when did you two get so close?” he asked, trying to sound casual as he watched you work on your meal, but of course, you saw right through him.

   “Don’t worry, we’re not. I broke him down over lunch last week when he was being all puffy, and he’s been avoiding me since then.    But he seems to be making progress. I’m just trying to encourage him,” you explained, as simply as if you were talking about driving, and not one of the single most impressive feats he’d ever heard of.

   One lunch.    You’d managed to cripple the man’s defenses over the course of just one conversation? No wonder he’d been avoiding you.    The man hadn’t encountered anyone he couldn’t scare the socks off within ten seconds, in at least a decade. Even Rose avoided antagonizing him.

   And yet, you’d not only faced his rage, but somehow stripped him of it. In a single fucking conversation.    What the hell…

   “Will you ever seize to amaze me, Belleza?” he asked, to which your response was to just beam an adoring smile at him, and he thought that surely every star in the night sky had to be jealous of your beauty as you did.

   Rose and Brix exchanged a look of mutual understanding, which you seemed to decide meant that the drama was over.    So, you took your finished plate and headed for a table, sat down with your sandwich and started eating as if nothing significant at all had just happened. Or, at least that your hunger was more important right then.    God, he loved you.

   Finishing his own sandwich a moment later, he joined you, and he’d just sat down when Laura, closely followed by Doris, walked in.    Laura just grinned widely at the two of you, as she saw you sitting close together, clearly entirely comfortable with each other.    But Doris looked around and as soon as she spotted Rose, she stepped up to him, looking flustered.

   “If that man is allowed to run me out of my own kitchen one more time…” she started, but Rose cut her off when he grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a sincere look of apology.

   “My dear, Ms. Magee, you know how hard I’ve tried to domesticate and socialize him over the years. It doesn’t take.    But whatever he did today, I’m certain that it was all in good fun.    I mean, look at him. Have you ever seen him so happy?”

   They both did, and he just sat there, chewing on his mouthful of sandwich with a silly grin on his face as you were just laughing at yourself for spilling dressing all over your own chin.

   “Well, if you’d seen the look he gave me, you’d know that there was no fun involved, what so ever,” the cook persisted, but Pero ignored her.

   He was having far too much fun to let her sourness spoil the moment.    But then, you decided to betray him.

   “Oh actually, I have to concur with Doris on that one.    It was his very worst mean face. Even I shied away from him a bit,” you confirmed, and he dropped the sandwich back onto his plate as he just gawked at you.

   “What?” he blurted out, and you merely shrugged, so he huffed and turned to Rose instead. “I tried to be nice! I really did! But she didn’t like it, she even told me so.    This is not my fault!”

   However, Doris got even more defensive at that.

   “You never smile. Never!” she piped, trying to find strength in a greater volume but succeeding only in turning her voice into a slight shriek. “Forgive me for finding it deeply unsettling to see your face contort in that way!”

   He couldn’t think of a better way to retort, than to just plaster on a hearty smile and beam it at her, to which she looked so confused that it was just comical.    But the best part, was that this exchange with the cook, made you laugh so hard that you had to reach for a napkin, so you could spit out the bite that you were currently chewing to keep from choking on it.

   It was the kind of laugh that made tears form in the corners of your eyes and took your breath away. So that you had to gasp for air in between relentless fits of giggles and half-shrieks, while you squirmed uncontrollably in your seat.    Pero had never been so happy to see anything in his whole damn life.    He’d wanted to be the one that made you smile. And now he was.

   In pure joy, and the relief of realizing that the events of the past weeks really were over, he laughed with you, like he hadn’t laughed since he was a boy.    And that joy radiated through the room, until even Doris was smiling.    He knew she’d still hold on to her grudge against him, she always did, and he never cared much. But she was just gonna have to get used to his smile from now on.

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   A little while later, the two of you headed down to the stables, and stepped into the pasture before Pero whistled.    A loud but distant whinny responded, and before long, the ground was being pounded by heavy hooves as all four of them came barreling towards you both, from the furthest corner of the enclosure.

   It was so big that when they walked off that far, the natural rises and falls of the terrain meant that you couldn’t see them. And there were big sections of woods inside the enclosure as well, so if they wanted to hide for some reason, they certainly could.    As they drummed closer, King came into view ahead of the rest, running at top speed. And when he neared, he started leaping and bucking with joy, unable to contain himself.

   “I missed you too, chico,” Pero greeted him with a smile.

   He slowly stilled hearing the voice of his oldest friend, as the others caught up and crowded around the human, all of them clearly happy to see him again.    He’d never been away from them for so long before, and he found it surprisingly emotional to see their reactions.

   Having been around them every day, you stayed in the background as the flock surrounded and welcomed him home, happy to let them have this moment to reconnect.    But before long, King suddenly ordered the others away, and then started scratching the ground with his front hoof, something he wasn’t normally allowed to do.    With one exception.

   “What’s he doing that for?” you asked, stepping closer with mild concern in your voice.

   But while Pero did know exactly what it meant, he wasn’t sure if he was in the mood for rolling around in the dirt, which was where this inevitably ended up.

   “He wants to play his favorite game,” he explained, still trying to decide if he was up for it.

   “Which is?” you pressed curiously, and he sighed and rolled his shoulders.

   Oh, why not…

   “Tag.”

   He watched your eyes pop wide as you looked from him to King and back again, comparing the two.

   “That’s hardly a fair fight…” you breathed, staring incredulously at him, which made him chuckle, knowing that you were in for a treat.

   “Just watch.”

   He instructed you to move back to the stable wall, to make sure that you wouldn’t accidentally get too close, and then he approached King head on.    Stopping right in front of him, he lightly tapped him on the nose, and the horse snorted and trotted off some twenty yards, before stopping and turning back towards him.    Taking his Start position.

   Pero took a breath and flexed the muscles in his legs.    He hadn’t played this game in a while, and it always meant some soreness over the next few days. But damned it if he hadn’t missed this.    The animal was getting restless, treading on the spot, waiting for the cue, so he exhaled.

   “Okay, King. You’re it.”

   King reared up and leapt forwards, heading straight for him, and Pero just waited.    It wasn’t until the horse was close enough that he wouldn’t be able to turn quick enough to follow, that the human dove to the side and evaded him, sprinting away some ten yards, before turning to see where he’d need to go next.

   The black kept darting towards him, and losing him just before he came within reach, because of just how fast Pero was in his reactions and short-burst movements.    While the horse certainly had the advantage in both strength and stamina, his large, heavy body and multiple legs meant that it took time for him to turn and start up again.    Whereas the human’s small and agile frame allowed him to dodge away.

   He was fast enough to evade him on short distances, but King was determined, and as his muscles warmed, his agility increased.    Until all it took was for the man’s strength to falter for just a second, to allow him to nudge Pero’s foot when he tried to dive past him, and the game was over.    Panting and bathing in sweat, whilst covered in dirt and grass, Pero admitted defeat by laying down flat on his back, splaying his arms and legs out in complete exhaustion.

   “You win, mi hermano,” he breathed, feeling satisfied with both their performances.

   King pranced up to him, but then stood completely still beside him, panting just as hard as he was, which made him chuckle.    It was a good game, and one that had actually helped Pero to maintain his agility even with his growing years, as well as strengthen his bond with the horse.    But it had been a little too long since the last time he played. Every muscle was trembling with the effort expended.

   “Okay, I’ll admit it: I didn’t think you’d last a full minute, much less 18. Well done, I’m seriously impressed,” you assured him as you approached, and he turned his head to watch as you walked closer, too tired to sit up yet.

   “You timed me?” he was surprised for a moment, and then decided not to dwell on that since he’d endured for longer than he’d thought he would. “Well, thank you… it was a good game. I’m just a bit out of shape for it.”

   “This is you out of shape?” you raised your eyebrows at him as you stood right next to him, shading his eyes from the sun. “Do I even wanna know what you can do when you’re in shape?”

   “I just last longer,” he explained, not meaning anything by it, but it still made you smile kinda hungrily at him.

   “You last perfectly long enough, if you ask me.”

   That woke his body up in an instant, and he reached up to grab you, pull you down on top of him and then roll you underneath him.    He just laughed as you squealed when he smeared sweaty dirt all over you, and then kissed you, marveling at how readily, willingly you responded.

   Having you pinned under his hips and squirming to try and avoid the goo, made him begin to harden against you, prompting him to rock his groin into yours a few times, which turned your laughter into surprised gasps.    But you were right there with him in a heartbeat, pulling your legs up to the sides to give him a better angle.

   You reached up to kiss him again, and rolled your hips into his, spurring him on further.    But he knew that you’d never let him take you there, among the horses, where Coulson would eventually show up, since Pero hadn’t officially resumed his duties yet.    He didn’t mind, though. He could wait until you were back in private.    He could wait for years, if he had to.

   “I really need another shower now,” he mused as he pulled away from your lips.

   “Well, thanks to you, so do I,” you remarked, and he smiled.

   “Mmm, that was the plan.”

   “You don’t say.”

   You smiled against his lips before kissing him again, but he broke away after just a moment, to keep himself in check, and then he got off you.    He helped you to your feet before taking your hand and walking up to your house.    You did shower together this time, and while there was plenty of fondling as you helped each other get clean, the actual passion was saved for the bed, as he didn’t want to risk an accident on the slippery floor of the shower stall.

   Afterwards, while you were nestled into his side, your arm on his chest and your leg draped over his, he wondered if it was possible that this was all just a dream.    He thought about what he could’ve done to deserve such a wonderful thing as you, walking into his life. And he pondered over what he’d do if he did wake up to discover that it had all just been a dream.    But the only conclusion he reached, was that he could never survive such a profound loss.

   “I can almost hear your mind, Pero. What are you thinking?” you asked, always so perceptive, and while he didn’t want to taint the beauty of that moment with his fears, he also needed to make something clear.

   “Just about you. Us. I still can’t believe there is an us,” he said with wonder, before letting the seriousness of what he wanted to say next, descend upon him. “But now that there is… I will fight for it with everything that I have.    You realize this, yes?”

   “Of course, I do,” you replied without hesitation. “I feel the same. And I’m putting all my faith into the hope that that’ll never change, for either of us.”

   “Good,” he agreed, finding a sense of comfort in your decisiveness.

   He thought about the past weeks, and how much you must’ve suffered, with injuries and worries and loneliness and fear, and he wondered if you’d turned to Natalie at all.    That relationship was so important, but he suspected that it was still your instinct to protect your little sister, rather than lean on her.    Something he hoped he could help you to overcome.

   “Have you spoken to your sister?” he asked, and felt you shift ever so slightly against him.

   Something he now knew to be a tell, when you were nervous or uncomfortable but trying not to show it.

   “Um, yeah. Briefly.    I just told her we weren’t gonna make it to dinner that weekend, and I sent her a few texts, just to let her know I was okay,” you said, confounding him.

   “But… you were far from okay. Why would you not tell her that?”

   “Because…” you started, but trailed off, perhaps as you remembered that you didn’t need to justify yourself to him.

   That he just wanted to help and that if you were honest, perhaps he could.    You sighed and hugged him a little tighter.

   “I don’t even know. I didn’t want her to worry, I guess.”

   “Ay, Belleza, this is inevitable. Family worries. She is your sister, and she loves you. She will be upset that you didn’t ask for her help or support,” he reminded you, but you didn’t answer, and there was something very heavy in your silence.

   “Call her,” he suggested. “Right now. Reschedule that dinner, we will go together, and you will talk, face to face, this is always better.    Don’t put the walls back up between you again, now that you have finally torn them down. Let her back in, and she will do the same for you.”

   You lifted your head and looked at him, and there were tears in your eyes. Not sad ones, though. These were the good and liberating kind.    You untangled yourself from him in order to get out of bed and look for your phone. But Pero stayed put, watching as you rummaged through your clothes on the floor, searching until you found the right pocket, dialing the number as soon as you found it.

   You hesitated before hitting the call-button, either to gather your thoughts or just because you were scared. But then you came back to the bed while you waited for her to pick up, sitting down with your back to him, and he could see the tension build in the muscles around your spine, with each ring.    He couldn’t hear Nat’s side of the conversation, but he could read her answers in yours.

   “Hi. Yeah, I’m okay. Um… but there’s a lot I haven’t told you… about what’s happened these past couple of weeks,” you admitted, sounding so small and fragile suddenly.

   It was as if you believed that if you managed to upset Nat, or provoke her into saying something harsh, or thoughtless, it would break you to pieces.    And maybe it could.    For all that Pero knew about your history, he couldn’t imagine how you’d felt, hearing her declare her hatred for you before leaving to never come back.

   He could never fully understand the scars that you carried, or how frail and powerless you seemed to be when it came to her.    But what he did understand, and was quite convinced that you hadn’t realized yet, was that as much as you still tried to protect her, you were also shielding yourself from her.    Which was why it was fortunate that you were, at heart, a very brave person.

   “I’d like to see you, and talk… if that’s okay?” you asked, opening the door for her to come closer to your darkness, even though you clearly wanted to just let her be a safe and happy place for you to escape to.

   He watched the tension completely slip out of your frame as your sister answered, and he hoped that you’d eventually get to a point where you never hesitated to talk to her, never felt stressed about it, and never tried to keep her at arm’s length.    He was not the smartest or cleverest of men, but if he knew one thing, it was that family was essential.

   Even though yours was small, it was still there, and you needed to learn to appreciate that.    To appreciate the value of what you still had, because in a mere second; it could all be gone. And then you’d have nothing but regrets left to rock you to sleep at night.    Pero knew what that felt like, and it was something he desperately hoped you’d never have to experience.

   When you ended the call, there was a harmony to your energy that put him at ease.    You laid down with him again, entwining your limbs with his so that you could feel as much of him as possible, and he loved that.

   “Thank you, honey. So much.”

   “Siempre, mi Diosa. Always.”

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[sstardusty]

would it make purple?

haikyuu boys react to-

“my popsicle’s blue and yours is red so if we were to make out, would it make purple?”

context: you’re sitting on the top of the hill in a park with him having your popsicles

KARASUNO

daichi- “we are in public??” “Okay and??” he’d just laugh at you because you are adorable and give you a smooch on the forehead then your nose and then your lips :)

sugawara-“it probably would!” “sooo...” “oh you meant literally?” you would grab him by the collar and kiss him and he’d put his hands on your back and all cute and sweet until he flips y’all over. ;)

𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶- *blows a fuse* “I-I-I DONT KNOW?!?!” you’d then have to calm him down because he is a flustered mess. note for future: don’t make any sudden comments about making out with asahi

𝗡𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗮- “it sure would!” then no hesitation he would start making out with you, hands on your waist your hands on his chest. i mean you aren’t complaining, it’s pretty hot.

𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮- “I DONT KNOW BUT WE SHOULD TEST IT!” “right now?” “RIGHT NOW!” he’s literally on top of you before you can form a full thought. it’s safe to say you got your question answered.

𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮- “I WANT MY TONGUE TO BE PURPLE!! HOW DO WE DO IT!?” you’d then explain to him how to make out and he’d be a blushy little dork. you giggle at him and just give him a sweet smooch.

𝗞𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮- “you cant just ask things like that boke!” “what i was curious!?” he’s blushing profusely and shaking his head at you, but like let’s be real he wants to make purple just as much as you do.

𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you that stupid? The color has already stained our tongues, it wouldn’t just transfer over” he rolled his eyes with the slightest blush on his cheeks freaking tsun tsun.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶- “oh! ah! i uh don’t know?? i-i-don’t think it would?” he would try his absolute best to change the topic but we all know he won’t be able to stop thinking about it.

𝖭𝖤𝖪𝖮𝖬𝖠-

𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼- “oh ho ho? well we better put that to the test, shouldn’t we?” “maybe we should?” he’d pull you into his lap and have a VERY heated make out with you, not caring of anyone sees.

𝗬𝗮𝗸𝘂- “you are so dumb” “what?” he’d bonk you on the head then kiss your head,, who’s the blushing mess now?? ;)

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮- he would just lookup from his game at you, shake his head disappointedly then continue playing his game. he doesn’t have time for your shenanigans and kuroo’s.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼- “uh maybe! we should like uh totally try that out! If you uh want to??” he’d be a nervous wreck but you wouldn’t care so you’d grab his face and give him a big SMOOCH he’s not too nervous anymore ;)

𝗟𝗲𝘃- “OOOH!! I WANNA TRY!” “OKAY!!” He grabs you with his lanky ass arms and give you a very sudden kiss like teeth clashing arms awkwardly around the other ya know.

𝗞𝗮𝗶- “if you want your tongue to be purple you can just have some of mine?” “oh okay thanks!” I KNOW HE DRINKS THAT RESPECT WOMEN JUICE!!! he’d just give you some of his and then your tongue would be purple and you’d be a happy (y/n).

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖹𝖠𝖶𝖠

𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮- “hmm i am not sure if that would work but i am willing to help you test that theory” he’s to serious for his own good. You’d grab his shoulders and pull him down to you and give him a deep kiss and as soon as he gets into it HES INTO IT.

𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂- “ooOooOo that doesn’t sound very g rated!” “is that a yes or a no??” he’d crack a teasing grin then BOOM he’s got his arms on either side of your head caging you in. he looks down at you and surprisingly gives you a very soft and gentle kiss. I love him so

𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶- “seriously?” “would it!?” “why would i care?” ah but he does care and he wants to make out with you but you will never catch him saying that

𝗚𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗶- “that would be cool if it did” “wanna see?” “Uhm-uh- yea!” Eager bb would grab your face gently and also give you a big SMOOCH

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗯𝘂- “and why would you do that?” “why not is the real question” he’d just scoff and brush it off.

AOBA JOHSIA

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮-“are you trying to flirt?~” “no?? i’m trying to make my tongue purple” “well i just so happen to be the one who can make that happen~” you’d grab his chin, kiss him deeply then bite his lip, let’s just say he was very shocked you made the first move. he’s not complaining tho he’d think it’s hot.

𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶- “i know what you’re trying to do” “and that is??” “you want to make out with me” “we’ll i mean-” “just get over here” “yes sir” he gets RIGHT to business. he pulls you onto his lap and brushes your hair out of your face and very slowly leans in until his lips are barely brushing against yours then very suddenly he closes the small gap uhm step on me?? right now? please?

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮- “oh we’d better figure that out then babe” he’d then proceeded to grab you by the shoulders with the hottest biggest smirk on his face and head in TONGUE FIRST like damn someones excited. you can also step on me??

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶- “come on” “what?” “come on were gonna go figure that out” he’d grab you by the hand and take you somewhere farther away from all the people to answer that question of yours ;) feel free to step on me as well.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼- “what did you just say!?” “whaaatt?? hmm? i didn’t— i didn’t say anything?” “tsk” he’d grab the back of your head and SHOVE HIS TONGUE DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE WOAH NO NEED TO GET AGGRESSIVE.

𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗶- “no, I am not going to make out with you” “but purple!!” “no” this boy does NOT CARE. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME WHEN THERE IS IWA.

FUKURODANI

𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼- “HEY HEY HEY!! THATS A GOODD IDEA!!” he would then excitedly kiss you and I’d be actually really cute and sweet.

𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶- “(y/n)-san?” “yeah?” “i wouldn’t be opposed to trying that.” now this would be romantic you’d look into his eyes and he’d place his hand on the side of your face and lean in to kiss you.

OTHER

𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you-? OH HELL YEAH!” he pulls you on top of him (oh?) with his hands on your waist and eagerly makes out with you he is a human golden retriever

𝗔𝗼𝗻𝗲- *confused grunt* “like would our tongues turn purple?” “ah” you wouldn’t get any REAL response, you’d just continue to eat your popsicles, he’s too baby

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮- “you disgust me.” “i know” “i’m seriously disgusted” you’d just sigh knowing your tongue won’t be purple any time soon

That was a lot of fun to write!!! I hope you liked it ;)

Sorry if any are ooc!!

Realize how iwas is the longest >-<

COME GET YOUR MANS- @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @kuronekomama @deadontheinsidebut @janellion @anianimol @churochuu @kaminii

[ask-kid]

Monday (Again X 1524)

I think this was a long time coming but I think it’s time I made this post, 

it’s pretty obvious but I’ve moved on from this ask blog and from the kindergarten Fandom in general, So after tomorrow this account will be put to rest and inactive. 

Final thoughts below:

Whoever this was Thank you for your concern, To answer your question: 

//Yes I am safe and everything is all good where I am, it’s just been very busy with School and other art projects I’m working on. 

and the reason why I haven’t updated in a long while is because over the years since I started the blog I’ve gotten some sketchy asks regarding shipping and even some NSFW questions regarding the characters (both about the Minors and adults) they just made me really upset and just extremely uncomfortable.

 I was fine with getting shipping questions so long as they didn’t ask the kids to do things that were considered romantic. But after awhile, it just got to the point where I was so tired of getting more questions about shipping than the actual game itself.

//Important Note: I’m not mad at anyone who’s sent an innocent question regarding ships, it’s just that as time went on I’ve just sort of became very uncomfortable with how questions went from “Oh, just innocent childhood crushes!” to Me finding out that at one point someone used one of my drawings without my knowledge for an NSFW fanfic cover. (that was a long time ago and I’ve already asked them to take it down and they did)

But the main reason as to why the blog is being archived now is because I’ve just simply moved on to different interests and games, and with me now being in college I started to just drift from the fandom as a whole due to school work. I’m making this post now because I didn’t want to just disappear without at least doing one last post for this blog.

//What’s happening about the Penny arc and the revamped Wine Red animatic

The wine red animatic has been put on hold due to school, I still have plans to finish it because it was still my first official animatic and I’d like to see how much I improved, but I don’t know when I’ll get back to it.

as for the Penny arc, I don’t have plans to finish it sadly, I loved the story I created for it but I just don’t have the energy anymore to draw long comics for it anymore.

For the ending I’ll leave that up to your own imagination, ( ^ u ^) 

[Final Message]

Even though I’m not going to be updating this blog anymore, I met so many amazing people and artists through this fandom, I loved this game mainly because I was a sucker for problem solving games and I just love how everyone created so many stories and ideas from such a simplistic concept.

I created this blog in 2017 when this fandom was so small, and I never expected this blog to make it so far as it did. I didn’t expect for this blog to even last as long as it has. But I’m glad I did, I feel like my art style has grown a lot since I created it, and in the end improving my art style was the end goal for this blog. 

 A lot of stories from my oc’s ‘Baby’ and George (Kid’s family) to Sunny the cat originating from an ask, Ghost Billy, the random shenanigans, and even the serious story arcs, were fun things I got to do because you guys interacted with them and showed so much support and enjoyed these funky lil characters just as much as I did.

This fandom will always have a special place in my heart, since it was one of the longest fandoms I ever stayed in, So from the bottom of my heart for the last time on this blog.

//Thank you for all the support and love you all showed this funky lil’ blog, I wish you all a safe Monday today and for all the Mondays to come.