#you could pee in it but it was broken so you couldn't flush it

[honeipie]

can i request kuroo x reader? they get ready for bed together in the bathroom and then have a little make out session in bed. nothing smutty just some kisses maybe a few hickies if you want 🥰🥰🥰

routine

kuroo x reader

synopsis: you and kuroo take in the domestic feel of getting ready for bed together

w/c: 651

authors note: thank you for the request!

“ugh, i hate that you take longer in the bathroom than i do. you’re such a girl” you groaned leaning on the door.

“well you could always come inside. couples usually do that”

“yeah but you’re peeing. i don’t wanna watch you pee”

“you know, some girls would pay to watch me pee” he flushed the toilet moving over to wash his hands “you’re telling me you get this whole show for free and you don’t even want a peek?”

you opened the door face scrunched up in disgust “i will look down there any other time. but if we’re in a bathroom i’m not” making your way over you grabbed your toothbrush hands brushing as he grabbed his.

“you’ve already broken that. remember that one time on our honeymoon. they had this rain shower that hit just-“

“okay! yes! thank you i remember that. i remember it very well..” he grabbed the toothpaste putting it not only on his toothbrush, but yours as well. this was when he finally noticed your choice of pajamas.

“the hell are you wearing?”

you were dressed in a dark blue hoodie, an all too familiar one to him. on the back it had hinata’s name and jersey number on it.

“.. a hoodie?”

“yeah but it’s not the right teams hoodie”

you rolled your eyes with a smile “tetsu you work for the volleyball association. aren’t you supposed to be rooting for all teams?”

“nope! i work for the japan volleyball association. that’s brazil. plus i don’t like having another guys name on you”

“it’s your hoodie!”

he mocked your words before placing the toothbrush in his mouth. you scoffed giving him a light shove.

“don’t be like that!”

“jush brush your teef” he jumbled out his words through the foam. you started to brush your teeth contently beside him. it didn’t take long before his hand was lazily resting on your waist.

it felt nice. the two of you doing these types of things together. being honest, kuroo never knew if he wanted a life like this. stuck in some routine with a person when he could be out partying in some VIP lounge with his friends. though now that he was actually here with you, the person he loved more than anything, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

the two of you finished up in the bathroom moving into the bedroom. you immediately got under the covers while kuroo shed his shirt throwing it to the floor.

"damn you couldn't even wait for me?" he mumbled climbing right on top of you.

"nope, bed was too comfy to ignore"

"i'm comfy too y'know"

"says the guy laying on me instead of the other way around"

you raised an eyebrow at him making him roll his eyes "shut up" you giggled at his sass. he moved his head up so he was face to face with you "i love you"

"i love you more"

he leaned into your smiling face, catching it in a kiss. it started off slow but he quickly got impatient. you could feel the coolness of his hands running up your sweatshirt. he moved his mouth from yours to your neck.

everything was going smoothly, just tiny kisses being peppered across your neck until-

"tetsu!" you yelped pulling him away "did you just bite me?"

kuroo scoffed trying to fight your grasp "no!.. i nipped you" he took his thumb rubbing the slightly red spot "sorry about that, but at least that one kid from your job will stop hitting on you now"

your body relaxed again feeling him rubbing the spot "he's not a kid, he's just an intern with a lot of questions"

"yeah, a lot of personal questions"

"oh my gosh i forgot to tell you. he asked what i was doing tomorrow and-"

"that's it i'm biting you again"

"but you didn't let me finish!?"

[warmaidensrevenge]

Pairings: Joseph Quinn x Plus size reader Bill Skarsgard x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: So I didn’t plan on making a part 2 to this request but I received a very good idea from @generouspuppypuppy thank you so much for it. I hope you like it. and @salenorona23 I’m sorry I added a little bit more to this story.

Warnings: 18+ slight smut, language, infidelity, broken marriage, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Everything was perfect. You married Bill and you still maintained your friendship with Joe. But everything was about to change.

🥺🥀

The wedding was beautiful and your reception was amazing. You had never danced that much in your life. Let alone smile like that either. But out of all the dances there was just one that burned into your memory. The one you danced with Quinn. Black by Pearl Jam played and Quinn twirled you. You smiled coming back to him.

" You look so beautiful love."

" You don't look so bad yourself." You grinned and rested your head on his chest.

" I'm so glad you came Quinn. I couldn't have done this without you."

" I would not miss this for the world love."

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. His beautiful eyes were glossed over.

" I love you Quinn." You whispered and kissed his cheek then went back to rest your head on his chest.

" I love you too." He swallowed the lump that was now in his throat as he rocked you back and forth. "I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky"

" Hmm?"

" Oh it's just lyrics." He whispered.

"May I cut in."

Joe turned to find Bill holding out his hand. Joe put your hand in his and let you go. He excused himself and went to stand off to the side. He watched as you danced with your new husband.

He tried to smile at the happy couple, but all he could muster was a half hearted one. The love of his life was now with hers.

...

After the honeymoon you returned to find your home was sold and you had moved in with Bill. He didn't even ask you and that was the first major fight you had. You thought maybe it was your hormones that caused you to be so upset. So you forgave him. Then when he stopped coming to checkups with you and it put a wedge there.

You called Quinn to talk about it.

" I don't know Quinn. I just feel like it's really important for him to be there you know."

" Yes love. But he's a very busy man. I can understand why he couldn't make the time to go with you."

" Would you miss the appointments if you were him?"

" I ummm. No. I-I wouldn't."

" See!"

" Love that's just because I'm not working on much right now." He lied. He knew damn well whatever he was doing he would not have missed a single thing.

" Maybe I'm just overthinking this."

" Probably. It will be fine. I promise."

" Thanks Quinn. Love you."

" Love you too."

He hung up and contemplated texting Bill 'What the hell?' but he decided against it. It wasn't his place. But he would always have a bag packed for when you needed him.

...

You were 5 and half months pregnant now and Bill was being very distant. You thought maybe it was because you were as big as a whale. So you decided to do something out of the ordinary. He hasn't touched you in a month. So you bought a black lace see thru nighty. You got dressed and put on a large over-coat on with black flats.

He was working on his next project. It chapter 3. You went to the set to surprise in his trailer. You were laying on his couch trying to find a good position. But it was really hard to find one. Your tummy was making it really hard to look sexy. But if he loved you he wouldn't mind that you were getting huge.

You had to go pee so bad after a few minutes. So you got up and went. That's when you heard the door open and close. You smiled and tried to wipe quickly but yeah it was hard. That's when you heard moaning. You instantly felt your heart race. You got up, belly first and pulled up your panties. You didn't flush because you were worried that whoever it was, they would know you were there. You opened the door a little and your heart fell to your ass.

It was Bill and some skinny blonde making out. It was getting way out of hand and you couldn't keep watching. You closed the door quietly and sat on the toilet holding your mouth. You silently cried for what seemed like forever. How could he do this to you. You stayed hidden listening to their moans. And all you wanted to do was leave. But you were practically naked and the window was way too small to climb out of.

You heard Bill's phone go off and he grunted. You couldn't really hear what he said but you knew they had stopped. So once they were both gone you rushed to put on your coat and went home. You were so distraught that you found yourself packing a bag and grabbing your passport. You ordered an Uber and you were gone. You didn't know exactly where you were going when you got to the airport.

You had debate going to your parents but they would just tell you to work it out with Bill. The only other place you could think of going to was in London. Yeah that's the place. He would be the only one who would listen. And tell you the honest truth.

So you bought a ticket and left. 19 hours later you were standing in front of his building. You had turned off your phone not wanting to talk to anyone. You just knew you would be pummeled by texts and calls. Sure an almost 6 months pregnant lady just up and disappeared for nearly 24 hours sure would have everyone in an uproar.

But it is what it is. You were here and now you felt okay. You looked over the call list and saw the one you were looking for. You pressed the button next to the name Anthony Francis. You smiled at it. He used his middle names to hide himself.

" Hello?"

" Quinn."

"Y/N?!"

" Quinn, let me up. It's raining pretty bad."

" FUCK! YEAH! COME UP."

You smiled and he buzzed you in. You walked to the elevator and waited for the lift. When the doors opened Joe was standing there. When you saw him you knew this was exactly where you needed to be. He looked worried when he came and embraced you.

" Love what on earth are you doing here? I've been trying to call you."

" Hey to you too."

He pulled away and instinctually grabbed your stomach. " Hi. Is the baby okay?"

" Yes Quinn the baby is fine. Umm can we go up? I'm soaked."

" Of-of course come on love."

He took your bag and purse and led you into the lift with his hand on your lower back. When you got into his loft he helped you out of your coat. He showed you to the bathroom so you changed. When you came out he was waiting by the door.

" Oh Quinn I'm so happy to see you."

" Love come here."

You went to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He had been so worried that something happened to you. He held you for a long time because he didn't want to let you go. And you seemed like you didn't want to either. After a while he led you to the couch holding your hand. He waited for you to tell him why you were there.

" Bill cheated on me. I don't know with who but he did....He sold my house so I have no where to go. And my parents would just tell me to work things out and I don't want to....Quinn... is it me? Did I make him cheat?"

" Absolutely not! You didn't do anything wrong." He said hugging you again as you cried.

" I'm sorry I came here I know I shouldn't have."

" No! You always have a home here with me. You stay here for as long as you need."

" What about your roommate?"

"He uhh he's gone. He's out of the country for a while."

" Are you sure? I can get a hotel and figure out what we are gonna do." You grabbed your tummy.

" No. You will not stay in some hotel room. You can have my room."

"No Quinn I can't do that. The couch is just fine."

" Absolutely not! You will take my room and that's that."

You looked at him. He was really what you needed right now. " Quinn I'm kinda tired."

" Say no more. C'mon."

He stood up and helped you to your feet. He led you to his room and pulled back the blanket. You got in and laid on your side. He gave you a kiss on your head.

" Rest now love."

He was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist.

" Lay with me?"

He smiled softly and laid behind you spooning you, holding your belly. When he heard you cry he moved closer and held you tighter.

" It's ok love. I'm here. I will take care of you. I'll always be here for both of you."

" I love you Quinn." You sniffled.

" I love you too."

...

Days after you finally talked to Bill and decided on a divorce. He had no excuse for why he broke your heart. He begged and cried but you had to be strong for you and the baby.

Joe was there for everything. He even bought baby books. He signed you up for Lamaze classes and went with you to every single one. He was at every check up and all the parenting class with you. For two months it was just you, him and the baby. And he would not have it any other way.

He said he didn't want to miss a thing. And he planned on keeping that promise. However, he had to go to Germany for a con. He didn't want to go but he had to. He FaceTimed you in the morning and in the evenings just to check up on you and the baby.

You were scrolling the internet and saw a few pictures and a couple of videos of him. He always looked so sweet when he talked. You missed him more than you cared to admit. But your feelings for him never went away.

You spent every night he was gone crying. You wished that you had gone with him that day. You wished you were carrying his child instead of Bill's. But you weren't. How could Joe want to be with you now?

2 weeks went by and Joe returned. He had made a decision to ask you to marry him. Before he went home he picked up his grandmothers ring from the jeweler. But when he got back to his loft you were groaning.

You were just about to call him but you had a severe contraction. You were keeling over in the kitchen holding on to the counter.

" Love?" Joe came in and rushed to you.

" J-Joe... The baby's coming."

" No. No. It's too soon." He put his hand on your back.

" y-yeah. But... He's come- coming."

" Right! Okay. Let's go. I'll get your bag."

You walked towards the door after the contraction passed and Joe came running.

You smiled. " can you drive?"

" Yeah. Yeah. I'm good." He helped you out and into his car. " we're having a baby love."

You started to cry. He said we.

...

You were up walking around the hospital room. Your contractions were 5 minutes apart. Joe was following you pushing the monitor that was connected to you around. He rubbed your back through every one.

You were in the hospital for 13 hours before you were almost ready to push. Joe held your hand and you looked at him crying.

" It's okay love. You're going to do just fine." He stroked your hair.

" I'm scared." You whimpered.

" I know. It's okay. I'm here. Just hold my hand."

"Alright Mrs. Skarsgard. It's almost time to push."

" It's Quinn now." Joe corrected the doctor.

" Wh-what?"

Joe looked at you and gave you a gentle kiss resting his forehead on yours after. " I know this isn't the right way to do this. And I wanted to make it special. But, Marry me....marry me my love."

" Joe..I'm having a baby."

" Yes. Our-"

" Okay Mrs Quinn. Push."

...

7 weeks later you and Joe were so busy with the baby that you guys didn't have time to talk about what he asked you. You had put a deposit down on a loft not too far from his. You didn't tell him yet but you knew you had to leave. His roommate was supposed to be back soon. And you didn't want to overstay your welcome.

But Joe found your lease one night looking for a new shirt for you. Because the baby had thrown up all over you. When he came out into the living room he had it in hand and watched you put Noah in his bassinet.

" What is this?" He said holding up the lease.

You turned around and your eyes widened.

" I.." you sighed " I'm sorry. I was going to tell you."

" So you're moving out?"

You looked back at Noah and put on the baby monitor. You grabbed the other and led Joe into his bedroom.

" your roommates coming back. And he's not gonna want a baby around."

" But. Aren't we together? I don't understand?"

You sat down on his bed. " I..umm...I didn't know we were together. We've never even talked about it."

Joe put down the lease and came to you. " I asked you to marry me. I'm sure that meant we were together."

" I just thought. I thought it was just in the moment. All the emotions and stuff."

He went to his dresser and pulled out something. He came back and kneeled in front of you. " I've held onto this for a very long time."

He opened the little black box revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.

" You know how I feel about you. How I have always felt since that football game. I still am madly in love with you."

" But Noah."

" I know Bill won't care for it. But if you let me. I will be the best father I can be. Because he is my son. And I want you to be my wife."

You tugged at your bottom lip and looked at Noah in the monitor. A second went by and you looked back to Joe.

You always wanted him to look at you like that. With nothing but love. You pictured what your life would be like being with him for so long. And now that it was a possibility you were scared. Scared because you already lost him once. And you never wanted to lose him again.

" I love you with all my heart Joseph...I would love nothing more than to be your wife."

He gave you the biggest smile he could conjure. And you just melted. He took out the ring and placed it on your dainty finger. You were surprised when it fit perfectly.

" I had measured your finger while you were sleeping one night." He confessed.

You pulled him for a sweet kiss. This time was much better than the first. He took the baby monitor out of your hand and moved it to his bedside table. He came and lifted you to your feet as he kissed you again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His hands went for the hem of your shirt. You raised your arms and let him undress you. He clasped your bra as you helped him out of his clothes.

He gently laid you down on the bed and kissed his way down. Your hands found his hair. He kissed around your chest and took one breast into his mouth. You looked down worried that he would taste your milk. He let go of your nipple and smiled.

" Did you just?"

He chuckled. " Now I see why Noah loves them so much."

You giggled and shook your head. His hands went for the elastic of your sweats and slowly took them off with your panties. He kissed your exposed thighs until he completely took off your bottoms. He nestled himself between your legs and hovered over your face.

" You're so beautiful my love."

He made passionate love to you over and over again until you were both spent. Being with you was exactly where he was meant to be. Where he was always meant to be. Now you guys could finally be together.

...

A few months had gone by and Joe moved in with you and Noah into a beautiful 3 bedroom loft. You guys had gotten married in a small chapel Joe used to go to when he was younger. Though the wedding was small everyone who was important to both of you was there. It was so perfect that you couldn't dream of a better one.

Late one night you woke up to feed Noah. After he was full you put him back into bed. You went to the kitchen and craved vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries. You did a little happy dance after the first bite. You heard a soft laugh and turned around.

Joe was standing just outside the kitchen looking at you through heavy eyes.

" Sorry baby. Did I wake you?"

He came behind you and hugged you. " No. It's Noah's feeding time. I'm always awake."

You kissed the side of his face that you could reach.

" Mmm ice cream with strawberries? My babies are hungry huh?"

" uh huh. She wanted ice cream." You smiled as he rubbed your tummy.

" is that right little one? Do you mind sharing with daddy?"

You laughed as he talked to your unborn child. You turned around in his arms and brought a spoon full to his mouth. You kissed him after. Tasting the sweetness.

" I love you Quinn."

He chuckled. Kissing all over your face.

" I love you too baby."

...

[pisspilled-drinkmaxxer]

A little spy story based on this prompt, imma little rusty on omo writing so idk if it's any good but it was fun to write 😌

Male/Male though it's neutral in the scene as to their relationship/interests

Hurt / Comfort obviously but with a cold medical flair

Ross had never been injured in the field before. Being a spy was still exciting and new to him. The rush of adrenaline, the focus, but now that he had taken a few nastier than usual hits, he had seen another side to his newfound profession.

He had taken on a one on one fight with a double agent, a traitor he had once trusted who got her hands on a dangerous piece of tech. The fight had been brutal, and had come after a long day of observation from the shadows, watching and ensuring his suspicions were correct before acting. It had been non-stop surveillance and he just wasn't on his game when it all broke down.

The double agent had jumped him from behind, and in the ensuing scuffle they fell from a balcony. Ross landed back first, crushing his ribs and winding him. He couldn't let himself pass out, so he managed to get up and continue the fight, but it had left him aching all over and definitely with a few broken bones in need of swift medical care.

His mission was a failure, the tech still in the possession of the double agent, but he knew his injuries would only get worse. He did all he could to call for backup before passing out, and when he awoke, he found himself in the presence of a familiar face. A muscular and well trained former army medic who had been in a few of his training classes.

Ross groaned as he came to, feeling first the sharp pain in his ribs but then a tugging fullness that could only be- oh. Ross gasped, clenching his teeth, he hadn't stopped for a piss all day. Of course he was bursting.

Ross sucked air through his teeth, his thighs tensing involuntarily.

"You're conscious. Good. Hold still."

The medic didn't so much as glance up at Ross, remaining focused on the patch job he was doing. His hands pressed down over his pelvis as he wrapped a bandage tightly around his waist, ignoring Ross' whimper.

"W-wait... wait!"

"You don't want me to make this worse, do you? Hold still. I know it hurts."

Ross sucked in another shuddering breath, swallowing back the sob trapped in his throat. It did hurt, it hurt so bad, but that wasn't because of the cracked ribs or the bruising.

Ross shuddered again, a tiny bit of urine wetting his boxers, and he groaned softly, clenching hard to hold it.

"D-don't press, wait... I need... to use the bathroom..."

"You're really not in any condition to move. I can get you a bedpan but, even then I need to make sure you're in stable condition. You can still make it worse. Tie a knot for now, okay?"

Ross groaned again, closing his eyes. He hadn't pissed himself since training and even then he had been alone when it happened. The fullness he felt now was beyond agonizing, his bladder strained with every pulse of pain. He couldn't imagine how much more of it he could even stand.

"Hurry then. Tightest knot in the world isn't gonna stop this for long." He hissed, as he felt the medic press against his pelvis again, the other side now, applying an ointment to a few scrapes and cuts he hadn't even noticed yet.

"I mean, if you piss you piss. I can't keep you from wetting yourself. If you were desperate before you started the mission you should have made time for a break."

Ross flushed bright red. "I-I wasn't... not that desperate. It just sort of... built up..."

The medic glanced up at him, meeting his eyes, and Ross shivered, embarrassed to be seen this way, on the verge of peeing himself.

"That happens, with recon. All that sitting still waiting for things to happen. It's always either being bored out of your mind or not having a second to breathe. That's why you need to plan ahead. Bring an empty bottle or something. Never leave home without it."

Ross whimpered as he was carefully rolled onto his side so his back could be cleaned up, and the bandages applied to his other wounds. The tugging of the bandages wrapped tightly around his middle put constant pressure on his full bladder, and he bit his lip, trying to keep still and not squirm.

The medic finished with the bandages and walked over to the side of the room where a sink was located, cleaning up the medkit supplies he had used, turning his back on Ross for just a moment.

The sound of water rushing out of the tap set Ross on edge, his body starting to tremble again, every muscle tensing as he held back the flood. The bathroom seemed so far away, and he felt frozen in place, both by the pain in his ribs and the urgent need that weighed heavy in his abdomen. He bucked against the table with a loud clang, wincing as he tried to sit up.

"Hey! Lie back down!"

The medic whipped around at the sound of the table shaking and rushed over, grabbing Ross by the shoulder and pushing him back down onto the table, looking annoyed.

"Seriously, I'll restrain you if I have to."

Ross gasped, shaking his head. "Please, I'm really not sure I can wait... Bedpan, bottle, anything. I need to go."

"Okay, okay shh. It's okay. I have check a few more wounds here, you have some nasty stuff, and I don't think it's going to be serious. But, if I'm giving you good care, I must check. So just stay still for a bit more."

Ross panted softly, squirming in place, his thighs shaking with effort. "Okay..."

The medic began carefully wiping at the bruising with an alcohol swab, cleaning out the dirt and blood, and Ross hissed, his hips jerking up against the light touches. He felt another spurt soak into his boxers, and for a moment it almost felt like relief but then the effort needed to stem the flow was almost too much.

The thought of it being just a drop in the bucket compared to what was still inside his poor bladder, waiting to pour out of him, made him shudder again, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

"O-okay... I'm leaking now..."

The medic nodded, returning to his bag of supplies to pull out a jar and bring it back over. "Can you move your legs at all?"

Ross couldn't help but whimper, straining his thighs as he tried to part them, hissing as he felt himself wet his pants even more. "Ah... just a little... s-should I...?"

"It's fine, let me just guide you out here." The medic took his cock out with practiced swiftness and aimed the tip into the jar. "Alright agent, go right ahead. It's better than getting the whole table wet. Urine may be sterile but it's hardly sanitary."

Ross sighed in relief as his bladder began to relax, warm liquid spilling out of him, filling the jar quickly. He panted softly, shifting his hips as the medic had his hands on him, holding him down.

"Okay, okay, stop. That's enough. Close up. There you go." The medic sealed the jar and set it aside, Ross left whimpering again, trying to stay still while fighting what felt like a full boiling ocean in his bladder.

"Please... I'm not done..."

"You are for now. Bottle's full and I need to stich up this wound right here on your side. It's the last one. Then I'll get you that bedpan, alright?"

Ross grunted as he was flipped onto his side again, his eyes going wide as the medic took out a needle and thread. He knew he shouldn't move while he was being worked on, but it felt so much worse now. He just had to piss, he was going to piss.

He tensed up again, making a loud noise of distress, legs closing up tightly again, fighting the medic's grip as he began to work.

"Hurry up! Faster..." Ross whined, squeezing his thighs together, shaking as he held it in. "I can't wait! Oh god, oh fuck I'm gonna- I'm gonna-..."

He bit his lip hard as he lost control for just almost three full excruciating seconds, a spurt gushed between his thighs and soaked the table. The medic paused, a gentle gloved hand rubbed over his bladder.

"Having some trouble?"

"Ah-ahhh..." Ross squeezed his eyes shut, panting hard. "Please hurry... please..."

"That's not helping, agent. You're going to rip my stitches if you keep squirming like that. Just try to hold it a little longer, alright? Breathe."

Ross nodded, bearing down on his teeth as he tried to hold himself still. The stitches were quick and skilled but still they stung. His whole body burned with pain but none of it so pressing as his bladder. He had been at the edge for so long now, any little thing could set him off. And the way the medic rubbed gently over his tensed up belly was almost too much.

A quiet squirting noise filled the air, the sound of Ross' stream hitting the table beneath him. He cried out, tensing up all over, grabbing at his cock to try and stem the flow. "Ah! Fuck! No...nonono not yet...."

The medic put down his tools and watched as Ross did his best to stop the flow, shaking with effort, the force of it slipping from between his fingers, drenching his hand, his crotch, and the table. He couldn't look the medic in the eyes, his cheeks red hot with embarrassment.

"Oh... god..." He whimpered, another powerful jet of piss escaped, his body falling limp against the table as he resigned himself to his fate, staring wide eyed at the mess he was making.

The medic stepped back and nodded, closing up his medical kit. "Don't feel too bad. I've seen this happen more than once."

Ross buried his face in his hands, shuddering with shame as he soaked himself fully. "Really...?"

"That's why I recommend bringing a bottle."

consider: character is desperate but also injured and has to hold still while someone patches them up. trying to hold it without moving too much. bonus points if the injury is somewhere near their bladder and the medic character needs to apply pressure.

someone write this plz

YES YES YES YES YES !!!!!!

this scenario is so so good, because it plays out soooo naturally - the character has an injury, and it's bad enough that it needs to be treated right away

which, of course, is unfortunate for our poor character, who, on one hand, recognizes that they need medical attention... however, on the other, far more pressing hand, they would far prefer waiting just a bit longer to receive it

even better is that if the injury looks bad enough (regardless if it actually is), no matter if the character decides to keep quiet about their predicament or if they gather their courage and tells their medic about what's wrong, they might not even be allowed to go

which is just 😫👌👌👌 so good!!

[delilahjanepierce]

[PM] I’m glad you will be, too. And I know JB feels the same way.

Delilah had peeked at the response during class - most teachers seemed to be giving a bit of leeway considering how distracted the majority of the students were after the announcement - and immediately put her phone away, sitting up ramrod straight. The ugly swirl of emotions inside of her was something she really didn't know how to deal with, and she couldn't think about it too hard. Not when she was in class.

Once the bell rang, she made a beeline for the nearest bathroom, trying her best to look like someone who just really had to pee and not someone who was possibly having the biggest emotional breakdown of her life. The bathroom was blessedly empty, and she ducked into one of the stalls, barely managing to hold her hair back before she lost everything she'd managed to eat that day.

Delilah tried to cry as quietly as she could, slumping onto the floor and drawing up her knees to muffle whatever sounds she did make. She didn't understand really why she was so upset over this. She wasn't even going on the stupid field trip this time.

And yet, fear and guilt and - inexplicable anger churned in her stomach. She was scared for those she loved. Guilty about not having to go and not being able to spare them. Anger over - the school forcing this again? As much as she tried to make that fit, it didn't. But admitting why she was really angry, and why she actually felt so guilty, felt even worse.

It was dumb to be angry at Miss Kat. She was just trying to take care of JB, of Jughead. And she was an adult and an experienced submissive, so obviously it made sense for her to take the lead, right? Delilah probably would have messed something up on her own, since she didn't have as much experience. Kat would be better at taking care of JB than she would be, since she had a claim of her own an everything.

So maybe it made more sense that she was mad at herself. Mad that she wasn't better. Mad that she got upset by the news instead of focusing on how to support her Domme through the situation. Mad that she hadn't managed to get her shit together enough to let JB claim her in the first place so she wouldn't even have to go through this. Her chest ached, silent sobs making the muscles heave, the knees and thighs of her jeans soaked with tears by now. Because this? JB having to go through this? Was all her fault when it came down to it. Because she wasn't good enough. And Kat stepping in to take charge proved it.

She scrambled for the toilet again, dry heaving at the thought of JB realizing all of this - and realizing she wasn't worth the wait anymore. Not when she had other options. Delilah didn't know how long she stayed there, weak, flushed and trembling, before she managed to pick herself up. She was late for class, but that meant the bathroom was still blessedly empty.

Swallowing hard, she crossed to the sink, splashing some water on her face and rinsing out her mouth. A makeup wipe, some concealer and foundation fixed the problem of her flushed cheeks and tear-stained skin, but nothing could fix the tell-tale red rimming her eyes. So instead, Delilah smiled at her broken reflection, the expression bordering on not quite sane, but it was as good as she could get at the moment.

She would just have to keep trying harder.

[call-me-kale]

My mind makes the worst comfort rooms whenever I need to pee in my dream

- I was in a hotel, so I had to go out and pass by some of my family members on a dining table. I didn't know it was time to eat, but I had to go to the bathroom.

- apparently the hall was set up for a convention. There were some people milling around and some of the booths need setting up. It wasn't a straight line towards the comfort room.

- I get to the comfort room and saw the sign for "Twins"??. I go to the one on the left and it was for Male. I remembered the one for Female was just beside it on the left so I go back. Apparently it was for Twins/Female. There were both men and women on the line in front of me.

- At the line, I can observe the toilet's pipes and hear the flushes. Yellow water leaks out of some of the pipes whenever there is a flush. A bucket was placed underneath to catch it. At some point, the line forces me to go nearer the leaking pipes and I get some water splashed on my shoe. Ew.

- When I reach the front of the line, I saw some women going out of the bathroom and there were only men left inside. I hesitate to come in because there were no cubicles. I go in when the last of the guys go out.

- there were no cubicles, there werent even urinals. There were metal rings suspended on the floor which I think I remember the guys pee here. I can't find any toilets, just some battered sofas. Do I pee here? I figure out that the sofa drains into the floor,so this gotta be it.

- I sit on the sofa. I had trouble removing my underwear, I had trouble putting it back on. I did all this sitting down because I was by the open door and someone else was peeing right in front of me.

- I'm finally done! I go out to find that it was raining. I was outdoors now, not in the hotel like when I first entered. Of course I wouldn't remember that in the dream. So the cr led outside, it was raining, and I stayed by the door of the cr to keep from getting wet. I could run through the rain like I usually do, if not for my broken slippers. Yes, my slippers were somehow cut into pieces and I have to flip the pieces around to get them back together. I can't go out in the rain like this. I have to text my sister to come with an umbrella.

- Two guys come out of the comfort room while I was Tring to arrange my slipper. "You can't stay here" one of them say.

"They can see you from there." my classmate from Elementary said. I tried to look at where "there" was, across the street and past the rain, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"There's a camera." he said finally.

- I stood up and walked / ran along the sidewalk up the street and stopped in front of a convenience store.

- the guys followed me and explained that there was a CCTV there. 'That explains things', I thought.

[soul-0-system-blog]

hello tmublr

good mornig

[coffee-in-rain]

i am so excited to see what you come up with for kinktober!! btw please don't feel pressured at all to write any of my prompts if it doesn't vibe with what you're truly wanting to write <3 (also i’m so sorry my last prompt turned out to be so damn long omg 😭 my brain vomited it up on a whim and i couldn't stop writing lmfao)

13. aftercare: post-fall bottom!Hannibal feeling overwhelmed after their first time. Will cleans him up (and hand feeds him food and water) and whispers words of praise and assurance.

10. facesitting/overstimulation: Will gobbling Hannibal up until his thighs are chafed from Will's beard and he's a trembling tearful overstimulated mess.

21. bath sex: post-fall top!Will and bottom!Hannibal. Hannibal dealing with a broken limb or soreness from his gunshot wound (or both at the same time). He feels insecure and undesirable in Will's eyes because he hasn't had many opportunities to exercise while in the BSHCI. He doesn't believe Will could want him as he is (injured and not as confident as he once was). He needs Will to make the first move. Due to his injuries, Will helps him undress and get into the bath -- and washes Hannibal's hair and bathes him, telling Hannibal to relax. Will ends up initiating the first move.

31. Free For All: i hope it's okay to include 2 scenarios for this prompt bc i couldn't make a decision lol

Scenario 1 (Post-Fall): touch-starved Hannibal feeling mortified and struggling with premature ejaculation the first time he and Will are intimate because he hasn't been touched in three years. He's nearly in tears; overwhelmed and desperate all at once for Will's touch. It can be as simple as a hand job or full blown sex (whatever floats your boat). Hannibal wants to make it last -- to not disappoint Will -- and is whimpering and writhing the whole time because he's so touch-starved and sensitive. He doesn't last long at all and Will comforts him.

Scenario 2 (3x13) Alpha Will and Omega Hannibal: Hannibal and Will are in the car, driving to the cliff house. Hannibal is in the driver's seat and soon becomes visibly restless because he needs to pee. Eventually, Will tells him to pull over so they can switch seats. After a while, Hannibal is whimpering and shifting in discomfort as the pressure in his straining bladder builds, crossing his legs and sweating, desperate to hold it until they get to the house which is far away. Will is enjoying it (and maybe even teases him because it's the first time he's witnessed Hannibal on the brink of losing composure). Hannibal is feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed because it's the first time he's been in WIll's presence (within touching distance) in three years and he doesn't want to piss himself in front of Will. His bladder is becoming so full that he needs to raise the seatbelt so it's not pressing on his bloated stomach. He whimpers Will's name, on the brink of tears.

Will sobers up as Hannibal's distress heightens and gently strokes his stomach, reassuring him it's okay to let go. Tears of shame spill down Hannibal's flushed cheeks when he can no longer hold it anymore. Will comforts him the entire time and pulls over to help Hannibal undress from the ruined jumpsuit. He hugs Hannibal for a long moment, whispering comforting words and pressing kisses into his hair because it's clear Hannibal needs it. Hannibal clings to Will because it's his first time being gently touched in so long -- being held. Will wraps his jacket around Hannibal's waist so he'll be more comfortable on the rest of the drive. They get to the house and Will leads to Hannibal to the bathroom to clean him up. Cue their first kiss and comforting shower sex.

hiiiii, so as y'all may know, i'm doing @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompts, and i am taking requests for any of the days i haven't started yet!

the bolded, single option days are already either started or fully completed, but everything else is fair game. prompts that are italicized are ones that i have a slight preference for, but i'm not super committed to anything.

please, please, please help a girl out and hit me with requests! anon asks are open if you're shy :))

Handjobs

Voyeurism

Public Sex

Sensory Deprivation // Leather or Latex // Watersports

Rough Sex // Anal Beads // Bondage

A/B/O Heats or Ruts // Sadism-Masochism // Anonymous Sex

Bruising or Bitemarks // Virgin // Ice Play

Flogging // Swallowing // Cock Warming

Praise Kink

Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation

Knife Play 

Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay

Gangbang // Collaring // Candle - Wax Play

Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing

Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation 

Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex

Massaging

Suspension // Fisting // Mirror Sex

Cuckolding

Gun Play // Monsterfucking // Shower - Bath Sex

Thigh Fucking

Breeding 

Somnophilia

Pussy Slapping // Non Con - Dub Con // Titty Fucking

Pegging // Edgeplay // Seduction 

Hate Fucking - Angry Sex

Fucking Machine // Phone Sex // Impact Play

Branding // Hunter - Prey // Uniforms

Sex Pollen 

Free For All 

[farfromsugafanfic]

Lock & Key

Genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes

Synopsis: When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

"Have you guys found a present for Y/N yet?" Jin asked, picking up his third pizza slice and taking a large bite, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from his lips.

"You haven't gotten it yet? Her birthday dinner is tomorrow," Taehyung said. His eyes were tired, but he'd still insisted on joining the party despite having just gotten off a long train ride, as he hadn't seen his friends from high school for months. "I got her the first two manga in that series she's been wanting to read."

"Mmm," Jin said, seeming to consider Taehyung's choice of gift. "I need mine to be really special. He finished his pizza to the crust and turned it 180 degrees and bit into the end. "Jungkook, you're closest to Y/N. What are you getting her?"

Jungkook turned, wide-eyed towards Jin. The younger's face was already a bit flushed from the beers and from the mention of your name. "I'm paying for her part of the meal tomorrow and I got her tickets to that musical that's only in town for one night."

"Woah, that's gonna be hard to beat," Jimin said, "Y/N hasn't stopped talking about that musical since they announced it. Remember how she went crazy over it in the group chat?"

"I'm sure Y/N will like whatever you get her," Jungkook said. "She isn't very picky and she'll appreciate it because it came from you."

"I know. I just have something special planned and I want it to be perfect." The six other guys looked to the eldest expectantly. Jin sighed. "Gosh, fine, I'll tell you. I plan on confessing to her tomorrow."

"What? You like Y/N?! Since when?"

"Woah, congrats man!"

"You'll make such a cute couple."

The group fell to chaos, but Jungkook was notably the least excited. At the mention of Jin's plans, he sunk back against the wall and took a large bite of his pizza, followed by a gulp of beer.

"I'm not sure when I started liking her," Jin said. "I just kind of realized that I do. I figured we are friends and I'll regret it if I don't give it a shot."

"Are you sure her birthday is the best time to confess?" Jungkook asked, finally piping up. "What if things don't go well and you ruin it? Are you going to do it in front of everyone?"

"I thought about it and I'm going to wait until after the meal. Maybe I'll be able to steal her away for a few moments after she opens our gifts."

Jungkook's nose wrinkled and he was obviously unsatisfied with the answer. Yet, he dropped it and reached for another slice of pizza. "Why does it matter to you Jungkook? It's not like we all still won't hang out or that you'll never see her."

"Y/N's been hurt before. I'm sure you remember how upset she was after Minsung. I had to sleep in her bed for two weeks because she'd wake up crying. I never want her to feel that hurt again."

"Jungkook, I won't hurt her. She's more likely to hurt me. Why do you care so much about her heart being broken anyway? You're not the one who broke it and you aren't responsible for fixing it. Y/N's a big girl, she can handle herself."

Jungkook pouted. "I have to pee," he said, standing up and leaving the room, carrying his pizza slice with him.

vVv

An array of appetizers were spread across the table, a few bites taken from each. You were just waiting on the last three to show up: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. You expected them to come together as they had been nearly inseparable in high school. As Jin finished off one of the appetizers, you spotted Jimin and Taehyung walking in. You got up and rushed towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Jimin and Taehyung said, nearly tripping each other as they ran to hug you. "It's been too long, Y/N!" The two boys had moved out of the city for college and you rarely got to see them. You didn't know what you do if Jungkook--your best friend--had gone with them.

"I'm so glad you guys could make it! Come on and sit down, we're just waiting on Jungkook."

The appetizers were gone and the missing chair at the table remained. Worry grew in your throat and you glanced down at your phone for the umpteenth time to see if he had texted you. Even, just a simple "Running late!" or "Stuck in traffic!" would calm your nerves.

"Have you guys heard from Jungkook at all?"

The other guys all shook their heads and gave you sympathetic looks. You'd put off ordering, but it'd been nearly an hour since most of you arrived and you didn't want to keep the staff waiting any longer. "All right, let's order."

"I'm sure he just got stuck in traffic or something, Y/n," Jin said, reaching out and tapping your hand.

Your heart dropped as you read his last reply. You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you pushed them back before the other guys could notice.

"He's not coming," you said.

"What?" you heard someone ask, but you were too focused on not allowing your spiraling thoughts ruin your birthday and holding back tears to register who it was.

"He said he got a date or something. I don't know, but come on, we can enjoy this without him."

Due to the solemn looks on their faces, you knew they saw right through your facade. You and Jungkook had been best friends since elementary school where he accidentally trampled you when he was racing his friends. Despite ending up with a badly skinned knee and a couple of bruises, you were fine, but Jungkook had insisted on taking you to the nurse's office anyway. He pretended to sprain his ankle just so he could sit and keep you company.

What had happened since then? You'd never felt like your friendship was dwindling when it came to Jungkook. Whenever either of you dated, it didn't make a difference. High school graduation didn't separate you. Not even when Jungkook forced you to a haunted house in high school and laughed when he saw the stain on your jeans and realized you'd peed your pants in fright.

Despite ignoring for Overwatch or coming to your apartment just for the free food, he always ended up doing small things to make up for it. You often found chocolate bars stashed in the odd drawer or cupboard to make up for all the food he steals. After he finished laughing, Jungkook allowed you to wear his sweatshirt to cover it and bought you new jeans. You still had that sweatshirt stashed in your closet somewhere.

vVv

The tears stopped by the end of dinner, but now anger ran down your spine. How dare he skip your birthday for someone he just met? He'd never done anything like this before, he was the one person in this world that you could depend on, and now he's not. You feel a pang of sadness in your stomach and reach out for your portion of the bill, which Jungkook had promised to pay for.

"Stop," Jin said, reaching for the bill you'd just barely wrapped your fingertips around. "You're not paying. We'll split yours." You nodded, powerless to the eldest's tone.

After the bill was paid, everyone got up and starting readying to leave. You had taken a taxi, expecting Jungkook to take you home afterward. Jin seemed to notice, his brown eyes melting when they met yours.

"Hey, come on, I'll walk you home."

You nodded and waved goodbye to the other guys as you all walked in opposite directions or climbed into taxis. You didn't catch the other guys thumbs upping Jin and giving him reassuring smiles.

"Thanks for coming," you said. "Even though it kinda got ruined."

"I'll always come, Y/N."

"Oh, when I get a hold of his bunny ass--"

"Go easy on him, Y/N. I'm sure he has a better reason than he told you."

"He better be on his death bed then."

Jin let out a snort, which caused you to smile, but the smile soon faded and so did the fake happiness the anger made you feel. Now you just felt hopeless and felt the tears stinging in your sinuses again.

"Do," you said, already your voice faltering. "you think I'm still enough?"

Jin stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Am I still enough for him? Maybe he found a better friend," you said, your gaze painting the sidewalk. "I mean, I always rely on him. He's always my shoulder to cry on. Maybe he finally got tired of it. Got tired of me."

Jin placed a hand on your shoulder. It felt odd, as Jin wasn't one for skinship, but his touch was comforting, even if you were imagining it was Jungkook's. Except you couldn't, Jungkook's touch was old, familiar, warm. Like the fireplace at your grandparent's house or when your car is completely heated on a snowy day. Jin's--sure, it was warm--but it wasn't Jungkook.

"No, no, of course not," Jin said, moving to hug you, your cheek hitting his chest. "That could never happen. You and Jungkook have been friends for years. If he was gonna get tired of you, he would've already."

You scoffed, half in laughter and half in fear. "Thanks."

"Okay, but seriously, Jungkook cares about you. A lot." Jin paused and sighed. You looked up, noticing his eyes weren't on you, but rather he was looking up. His eyes looked glazed, but you didn't remember him having any drinks. "He wouldn't allow himself to lose you, Y/N. Trust me."

The rest of the walk was filled with a comfortable silence. It was only a few more blocks from where you'd stopped, so you reached your apartment in just a few minutes.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said. "Sorry, I got kinda sad halfway through."

Jin shook his head and reached to move a piece of your ponytail that had escaped from the hairband and fallen roguishly over your head.

"You don't need to apologize for your feelings, Y/N. Just promise me you won't kill the kid. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding."

You nodded, although you weren't convinced that Jungkook didn't now hate you for reasons you didn't know.

"Thanks," you said. "For everything."

Jin nodded. "You're welcome." He turned and walked into the night and you turned your back before he disappeared.

vVv

"How did the confession go?" Jimin asked, as soon as Jin walked into the small apartment he shared with Yoongi, which was now cramped with six bodies.

"It didn't."

Jimin and the other faces in the room all contorted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't confess."

"But, why? Wasn't that your plan? Don't you like her?"

"She loves someone else," Jin said, his voice deeper than usual, his heartbreak captured in the back of his throat. "And, someone else loves her."

vVv

Two Days Later

You hadn't heard anything from Jungkook since the night of your birthday and you weren't sure what hurt more--the fact that he didn't care enough to explain himself or that he had seemingly replaced you. His Instagram was full of stories and posts of him with the girl you assumed was the one he skipped your birthday for. She was beautiful with large dark eyes and curly hair. His arm was around her shoulders and then eventually her waist. He must really like her because you remember how it took Jungkook nearly two years just to feel comfortable placing an arm around you.

You huffed and threw your phone onto your bed as you ran your hands through your hair. You were still mad, but you didn't want to lose your best friend. You remembered Taehyung mentioning how all the guys were getting together for Overwatch.

You hardly thought as you headed towards Jin's and Yoongi's apartment--the largest of the apartments belonging to those in your friend group.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the apartment. You found the seven guys all crowded onto two couches and watching Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn't notice you until you slipped in and placed your hand  on Jimin's shoulder—who jumped at your touch.

"Y/N!"

All seven heads turned to look at you. Most breaking into smiles and friendly greetings and offering you snacks.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked, his voice breaking through the revelry. He was normally so soft-spoken, but at this moment, his voice grated through the air.

"I was hoping we could talk."

"You weren't invited here."

Your stomach turned. He'd never spoken to you like this, ever. Jungkook was normally the happiest when you showed up unannounced.

"Since when do I need an invitation, Jungkook? This is Jin and Yoongi's place, not yours."

Jungkook didn't respond but instead unpaused the game. Taehyung barely had time to close his mouth from watching the two of you that he fumbled with the controller as he realized Jungkook had restarted the game.

"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me then?"

You rolled your eyes at how typical this was of all your ex-boyfriends. Towards the end of the relationship, they always ignored you for something else. Sometimes it was someone else, others it was their job. And yet, others, it was video games.

Jungkook had been there with you for all of these failed relationships. He said you deserved someone better, someone, who would never leave you or ignore you. You thought he was the only constant in your life, the one person who would never leave you, but now, he was just like all the rest.

Tears stung your sinuses. You dug your feet into the carpet and grabbed onto the back of the couch, trying to focus on the game. The guys had gone back to talking amongst themselves, eating, and watching the game. Yet, the air felt different, you caught concerned glances flicking your way and Jin silently offered you a slice of pizza which you declined, only eliciting another puppy-eyed look from the eldest of the group.

Jungkook was close to winning and the tears were soon beginning to simmer and your hands balled into fists. Before you could think or stop yourself, you marched around the couch and reached for the cord that was connected to the Xbox. The screen went black and all the eyes in the room shifted to you.

"Y/N?! What the fuck?!" Jungkook said, his voice rising. "I was about to win!"

"Jungkook, we need to talk and you're being an asshole."

Jungkook's ears were red and his eyes hard as steel. "This is ridiculous, Y/N. You came here uninvited to talk to me and when I go back to playing games because that's what I'm here for, you unplugged the system and demand I talk to you. And, I'm the asshole?"

You wanted to scream and pull your hair out. Yet, the thing you wanted most was to cry into Jungkook's oversized, black T-shirt because you knew it smelled of his cologne.

"Jungkook, you skipped my birthday party and you said we could talk about it, but it's been two days and I just want my best friend back."

"Y/N, why can't you just take the hint you're not wanted? This was supposed to be a guy's night and now you've had to come in here and ruin everything. You're way too clingy, like, this is why they always leave you."

"Jungkook!" Jin said.

You barely registered as the other boys chastised Jungkook as your vision blurred from the tears. You swore you saw his face soften before your eyes were totally filled with tears, but you couldn't be sure.

"Y/N," Jin said. You felt his hand come to rest gently on your shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you home."

vVv

A few days later you found yourself standing outside of Jungkook's apartment. You knew Taehyung and Jimin were staying with him, so you secretly hoped one of them would open the door.

The hallway was silent and dimly lit. It felt like midnight despite being noon. You softly knocked on the door, the sound--while quiet--seemed to echo down the hallway. You weren't sure what you were going to do or say when he opened the door. You were only sure that you missed the way he used to show up at your place at midnight with ice cream sandwiches or the way he let you borrow his sweatshirts when you were cold or couldn't sleep.

Thirty seconds passed and you knocked again. Firmer this time, each knock ringing out in the empty hallway.

"Jungkookie," you said softly.

You heard footsteps on the other side of the door. They were faint, but you recognized them from when he slept over at your apartment when you were sick or going through a rough time.

You listened as the door unlocked and slowly opened. He only opened the door a crack, just enough to peak out, as if you were an unknown person knocking on his door. As if you didn't know the layout of his apartment or that he kept all his mess concentrated to the common areas and his bedroom immaculate.

"Y/N...what are you doing here?"

His voice was softer than the last time you spoke. You knew Jin had told Jungkook how much you cried as he took you home and how you didn't answer his texts all night.

"I just wanted to see you," you said. "We don't have to talk or anything. I just miss you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. His eyes scanning over you. Your hair was unwashed and pulled into a bun and you wore sweatpants and a T-shirt. Dark circles outlined your eyes and even though it had only been a few days, your face looked thinner and your skin languid.

Another set of footsteps approached and the door swung open wider. Taehyung stood there in just his boxers and munching on a piece of toast. His eyes widened when he saw you and he glanced over at Jungkook, who's eyes were looking down at your feet.

"Hey, stop being a dick and let her in."

"Put on some clothes then," Jungkook said, his voice quiet and low, almost a growl. He swung the door all the way open and disappeared into his apartment.

Taehyung met your eyes and shrugged. He offered a small smile as you walked into the apartment. You hadn't brought anything with you, not sure exactly what would happen.

"I won't stay long," you said. "I just wanted to see him."

"At least have breakfast with me," he said, dropping two pieces of bread into the toaster.

You nodded and fell onto the couch. You'd done this countless times. At 4 in the morning after a night out, you'd collapse on Jungkook's couch still in your heels and your makeup slowly wearing off. You usually woke up the next morning in Jungkook's bed, your heels set by the door and your makeup at least mostly wiped off. At 6 pm as you leaned against Jungkook's shoulder as the movie started, your hand diving into the popcorn bowl in his lap. Most of your favorite memories happened on his couch.

"I hope you like Nutella," Tae said, handing you a piece of toast.

You laughed. "I love it," you said. "How do you stay so fit eating like this?"

Taehyung was still in his boxers. While he didn't have a six pack, he certainly wasn't hard to look at and the slight toning of his stomach showed he was putting in some effort.

"I'll gain five pounds just from eating this," you said, and despite your words, you took a large bite.

"Then you should have another," Jungkook said from the other side of the room. You hadn't noticed him there, he must've slipped in when Taehyung distracted you with the toast. "You're getting too skinny."

"I didn't ask you, Jungkook," you said. You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back, your toast abandoned on the arm of the couch.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Since when? When you stopped texting me? Or, when you ditched my birthday party for someone you just met?"

Jungkook's eyes turned soft in the way that would usually make you melt. But, you kept your eyes off of his and your spine straight.

"Y/N..."

"Listen, Jungkook, I might've come here cause I missed you, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

Jungkook didn't say anything. Silence filled the apartment and after what felt like an eternity, he left to his bedroom.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

You nodded. "I think I just need a nap or something. I'm getting a headache." You looked around the apartment. There was only one bedroom and both Taehyung and Jimin were staying with Jungkook during their visit. "Where are you sleeping?"

Taehyung nodded and gestured toward the couch. "There," he said.

"Oh," you said. "Can I borrow it for an hour or so?"

"Be my guest. But, you know, even though you two are fighting and all, I bet Jungkook would let you have the bed."

You shook your head. "No," you said. "I'm not asking him for any favors and the couch looks more comfortable anyway."

Taehyung shrugged. You laid down and turned your back to him, missing the knowing smile as he cleaned up. You listened as he cleaned up and got dressed before leaving the apartment. It wasn't long before the tears came and you sobbed into the couch cushion as quietly as you could. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to emerge from his bedroom and find you like this.

He'd seen you cry dozens of times and you'd even held him as he sobbed into you. You didn't mind crying in front of him, but you knew it would destroy him to see you like this and to know he was the cause. Even if you mad at him, even if you were losing him, you didn't want to crush him.

You didn't remember falling asleep, but when you awoke, his scent was everywhere. You pressed your face into the pillow and stretched out your legs comfortably. You sighed until a thought crossed your mind. Pillow?

You opened your eyes and found yourself in Jungkook's bedroom. It was dark and the covers were pulled up to your chin. Jungkook wasn't in the room and from the empty feeling in the air, he wasn't in the apartment either. Your phone was next to you on the nightstand and plugged into Jungkook's charger.

You glanced at the time and realized your nap had lasted three times longer than you anticipated and you sat in bed as you realized that you probably needed to go home. However, before you could pull your eyes away from your lock screen, a text notification from a couple of hours ago caught your attention.

vVv

"Hey, sorry, I'm late," Taehyung said, walking into Jin and Yoongi's apartment where the other five boys were already crowded on the twin couches. "Y/N showed up at Jungkook's and I needed to see what happened."

The others all looked at Taehyung expectantly. "Jungkook doesn't know about this, right?"

"We didn't tell him."

Taehyung nodded. "Well, they're definitely in love with each other. Jungkook was jealous as hell and Y/N's heartbroken. I could practically see Jungkook splitting in half when he realized how upset she was."

"Well, didn't you all notice how when she started crying after he got mad at her for unplugging the Xbox, how he just broke? I don't think he cared about the game anymore, but then Jin swooped in and stopped it before he could apologize."

All eyes swiped towards Jin and he shrugged. "What? She was to the point of crying. I didn't know what he was going to do and I didn't want to upset either of them more."

"Does he know that you never confessed?"

Jin shook his head. "He never asked."

"Jin!" all the guys said at one.

"That would change everything! He probably thinks you and Y/N are together."

"It's pretty obvious we're not."

"I don't know the way you intervened during the fight and walked her home. It could be seen as you protecting her."

"Well, whatever, what's the plan? We have to get them to make up somehow. And confess, cause they're gonna drive us crazy pining after each other." Jin looked around at the other faces and all of them were, in turn, watching him.

"Well, we need to force them to be alone somehow," Namjoon said. "We could try locking them somewhere, but that's gonna be difficult cause the party is here and none of the doors lock." Eyes wandered as they tried to find a solution and eventually, Jin's eyes fell on the TV where a cartoon cop was catching a criminal, the handcuffs snapping down on the culprit's wrists.

"I think I might have an idea."

vVv

Taehyung and Jimin were taking the train back to their college town in the morning, so that meant you'd all spend the night before getting drunk and gorging yourselves on all the pizza you could.

Jin and Yoongi offered to host the party and a few of their neighbors offered up their apartments so everyone could spread out. You all invited your extended friends and neighbors if everyone came, you didn't doubt the party would probably get out of hand, but that was half the fun.

As you brushed on your blush and primped your hair for the final time, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook was going to be there. There was no way he would miss out on a good party and the opportunity for free food and drinks.

You wore a short white dress that was admittedly a little shorter than you would normally wear. But, with Jungkook ignoring you, you wanted attention and you didn't really care who it was from. Plus, you liked the way it hugged your curves and how when paired with the perfect heels, made your legs look longer.

You arrived a few minutes early to the party with the expectation of helping set up, but the party was already in full swing. When the elevator opened, people crowded the hall with cups in hand and music blasting from Jin and Yoongi's apartment. At this rate, the cops would be called in a couple hours, unless Jin and Yoongi had talked to all their neighbors beforehand, but you highly doubted it.

You waded through the bodies and found your friends all invested in a game of beer pong. The younger three on one end and the older four on the other. The older ones were currently winning and you smirked as you remembered just how good Yoongi was at the game.

"Need help?" you asked, placing your arm around Taehyung's shoulders, the heels allowing you to do so easier, although it still looked slightly awkward.

"Ah, finally! Someone who can rival Yoongi!"

You laughed, trying not to allow your eyes to wander over to Jungkook who was standing closer to you than he had for weeks. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours if you want."

You nodded and walked up to the table. You angled your arm and aimed for one of the back cups, even if you missed, it may still land in one of the front cups that remained. You tossed the ping pong ball and it sailed perfectly into the cup.

"Yes! Drink up, Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi smirked and took the cup and downed it. You two had played this game countless time, both won and lost countless times, to the point that it was no longer about winning, but rather, who could get the other drunk quicker.

Yoongi aimed his shot and tossed it flawlessly into the cup right in front of you. You took out the ball and downed the cup. The beer was pretty much tasteless which meant it went down easily but left a bad taste in the back of your throat.

After a few shots back and forth, you had drunk twice more and Yoongi once. You were aiming up another shot, intending to tie it up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind you and caught Jungkook's eyes.

"Are you gonna let us play?"

"Do you want to win or not?" you said, turning back and aiming up your shot. You were already a little tipsy and your head ached as you concentrated.

"Y/N, it'll be no fun to get drunk so early," he said. "Come on." His voice was soft and familiar. He'd done this dozens of times. Prevented you from getting too drunk or going home with the wrong guy. He brought you back when the alcohol began to take over. This time--however--you turned away and aimed the ball. Missing.

Yoongi tosses the ball in what appears to be a haphazard fashion, but it sinks straight into a cup. You pick it up and bring it to your lips, but before you can drink, the cup is being knocked from your hands and the beer spills almost entirely onto your dress.

You see Jungkook staring at you wide-eyed--the obvious culprit--his hand still gripping the cup.

"Jungkook!" you yelled, people turned in your direction, but your yell was soon forgotten as the music continued. All but your small group turned back to their own conversations. "Would you stop trying to be my friend? You made it quite obvious you no longer wanted our friendship and you just keep screwing everything up!"

"Y/N, I..."

Tears were beginning to fill your eyes and the only thing you wanted to do was get drunk and forget this night happened. You stepped forward to push through the crowd when someone grabbed your wrist. You knew from the touch that it wasn't Jungkook and when you glanced back, Jin's lips were upturned in a small smile.

"Wait, Y/N," he said. "I'm really sorry about this."

You cocked your head in confusion, but before your lips could form words to ask Jin what he was apologizing for you felt something click onto your wrist and found a handcuff locked around your wrist and you noticed the other was locked to another wrist. You followed the chain and met Jungkook's dark, confused eyes.

"Have fun, kids. We aren't unlocking you until you talk everything out."

vVv

Ten minutes later you stood in the kitchen as Jungkook tried to work a kitchen knife into the lock. The beer was slowly making your dress more and more see-through and you glanced around the room.

"Jungkook, can we try this somewhere else?"

He looked up at you with his brows furrowed in confusion. You hadn't managed to say anything before his eyes widened and he quickly shrugged off his flannel. It caught on his cuff and he struggled to get the sleeve over the handcuff and chain.

"Fuck it," he said, taking the knife and cutting into the seam where the sleeve met the shoulder.

"Jungkook isn't this a bit drastic? We can just go into the bathroom or something."

"No, it's okay. I can just cut off the other one later."

He brought around the uncut sleeve and brought over your shoulder and brought the cut sleeve over the chain and up your arm. The way the flannel hit it ended up covering your entire dress and draping across your bare thighs.

As soon as you were covered and comfortable again, he once again tried to unlock the handcuffs and your hand was at his mercy as he moved the knife point back and forth in the lock.

"Jungkook, this isn't going to work. You're just gonna end up hurting one of us."

Jungkook sat the knife back on the counter looked down dejectedly at your cuffed wrists. You couldn't help the pang of hurt in your stomach. Jin had handcuffed the two of you so you would talk and all Jungkook could focus was on how to get the handcuffs off without talking.

"Maybe we can break the chain," he said. "If we both pull, our combined strength might be enough."

Your wrist was already starting to become red and raw because Jin had accidentally snapped the cuff on a little tight, but before you could protest, Jungkook began pulling on the chain.

You immediately yelped in pain and your wrist attempted to escape the pain, causing your body to fold in on itself. You found yourself crouched and leaning against the counter, your arm almost straight above your head to remain close enough to Jungkook's so that it didn't dislocate the joint.

"Y/N?" Your name was barely audible over the music and the people around you many of which shot odd glances or coy smiles your way.

"It's tight, Jungkook. Jin accidentally locked it too tight. Can--can we just go talk and get these things off?"

Jungkook nodded, seeing your teary eyes from the pain and helping you to your feet. His free palm came to rest on your shoulder and his handcuffed hand grasped your wrist and he slipped two of his fingers between your skin and the cuff. It was the first time he'd touched you since before your birthday and you felt your knees go weak and something shifted in you with his touch. The plate tectonics of your heart shifting suddenly and with no warning.

"Let's go to the bathroom, first."

You were confused as he pulled you into the bathroom and situated you against the counter. He reached into the cupboard behind you and pulled out some lotion and squirted it onto his handcuffed hand. He rubbed it softly onto your wrist where the handcuff had rubbed the skin red and raw.

"Better?"

You nodded and looked up at his face which hovered not far above yours but was focused down on your wrist. His jaw was clenched and his features were stiff. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the sleeve he'd cut from his flannel.

"I think if we roll this down we can put it between the cuff and your wrist. It might make it feel tight, but it won't hurt you so much."

He rolled the sleeve down under it was a single cuff which he carefully slipped over your hand and under the cuff. It did work, your skin feeling relieved from the lotion and the cloth, although it did still feel slightly too tight.

"Thanks," you said. "But, maybe we should get out of here. I don't want your girlfriend to get the wrong idea."

Jungkook met your eyes. "What? Girlfriend?"

"The girl you went on the date with?"

"Oh, it uh, didn't work out."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

There was a long pause as Jungkook continued to adjust the cuff to ensure it stayed. His eyes were focused on your wrist.

"I'm sorry," he said. "For saying you were clingy and bringing your exes into this. I'm sorry for everything."

You looked down at him, your free hand coming to play with the hairs that grew around his ears. His hair was longer than you'd ever seen it and you smiled as he seemed to lean into your hand.

Jungkook finished adjusting the cuff and looked up at you. "I think Yoongi's room is empty. He didn't want people in there, but I bet he won't mind if it's us."

You nodded and followed closely behind Jungkook as you walked through the crowd to Yoongi's bedroom. It--like Jungkook had said--was empty. The two of you flopped down on the bed and despite laying a foot apart your fingers continued to brush against each other as you adjusted your wrists in the cuffs.

"I can't figure out why Jin handcuffed us," Jungkook said. The music was just a series of thumps now and even though it was still loud, you could no longer make out the lyrics and could hear Jungkook's voice without him having to raise it. "I thought he wouldn't want us to hang out anymore."

"What?" you asked. "Why would Jin care if we hang out?"

Jungkook turned and looked at you. His hair was wet from sweat and his hair curled in thick tendrils over his forehead. "Aren't you and Jin dating?"

"What? No! Jin and I are just friends. What makes you think that?"

"Jin told me he was gonna confess to you at your party."

Jungkook pulled his gaze from you and focused up at the ceiling. You thought back on that night. Jin had been acting more generous and gentlemanly that night, but you just chalked it up to it being your birthday.

"I didn't even know he liked me. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I was with Jin and you didn't want to interfere?"

"That's part of it."

"What's the other part of it?"

His eyes came back to yours and you felt his fingers brushing against yours. But, it wasn't just the millisecond brushes as he adjusted. No, his fingers were practically intertwined with yours.

"Y/N, we've been friends so long...I don't want to ruin it..."

"Jungkook, it's already ruined."

There was a long tense silence between the of you. His fingers fully intertwined with yours. It was far from the first time you'd held his hand, but it felt different. It was softer, yet more intense at the same time. As if your hand were porcelain that could break at even the slightest touch.

Jungkook moved so quickly that you have no idea how he came to hover above you. His free arm resting above his head and the one handcuffed to you still intertwined with yours to the side. "What would've happened if Jin had confessed to you?"

"Kookie?"

"What would've happened?"

"I-I would've turned him down."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm in love with someone else."

His lips were on your before you even finished the sentence. He was gentle but urgent as if he'd been waiting two thousand years to kiss you.

"I'm still mad at you for skipping my birthday party," you said when he pulled away. "I don't care if you're in love with me, your cute ass still has a lot of making up to do."

Jungkook smiled as he leaned down placed a small kiss on your neck. "Well, I never got to give you my gift."

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two tickets. You grabbed them from his hands and you smiled as you realized it was for the musical you'd been dying to see.

"It's tomorrow," he said. "Pretty good first date, yeah?"

"Hey, don't get cocky yet!" It was hard for you to hide your smile and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so, you just leaned up and kissed him.

vVv

You woke up the next morning enveloped in Jungkook's arms and his one-armed flannel. You looked up to see him scrolled through his phone, but when you squirmed, he looked down at you.

"Good morning, baby," he said.

"That sounds so weird."

"What, baby?" He smirked and giggled as you reached up and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Wait," you said, looking at your unbound wrist. You looked down and found the handcuffs on the bed. "They must've uncuffed us last night."

"I hadn't even realized," he said. A blush appeared on his face. "I didn't want to let go of your hand."

"Aww," you said, reaching up and ruffling his hair. "You're such a softie."

Jungkook smirked and grabbed your wrists. "Hey, I'm not completely a softie."

He held your wrists and glanced down at the handcuffs. "Maybe, we should keep these."

[omoghouls]

Could I maybe request something? Something regarding the last post ;u; how about a really desperate aether on the tour bus, like maybe he had too much to drink even though he knew they couldn't stop (as in there were going to be no rest stops and the bus bathroom was broken or something) and he has to pee in a bottle but the bottle can't hold it all so he has to stop half-way and wait ;0;

(AaaaaAAAAA omfg yes nonny- I love this idea so much omg ;0: )

His first mistake was browsing the small tourist shop, touching all the trinkets, milling around, making himself having to run onto the bus.

His second mistake was over indulging the night before and not attending to his needs before leaving.

--

Aether glanced over, nudging the fire ghoul to gain his attention. Ember looked at him with slight confusion. The bigger ghoul simply pointed to the empty bottle between the fire ghoul's legs.

"Already? The fuck did you drink?" The fire ghoul ask as he handed the empty bottle to the other ghoul.

"Too damn much," Aether grumbled with a small nod of thanks before standing up from his seat.

The ghoul shuffled near the small bunking area for a bit of privacy while attending to his long over due need. He unbuttoned his slacks, positioning himself before tiliting his head back.

Aether let out a soft, blissful noise as the urine began to hit the plastic, the bottle growing warm and heavy in his grasp as continued to go. He eyes flicker open when he began to feel his claws growing mysteriously damp, he glanced down and gasped, watching the urine trickling out the small top, dripping onto the floor beneath him.

The ghoul squeezed his thighs together, thankfully able to stop the flow before causing too much over flow damage. Aether felt his breath hitch as he screwed the cap onto the filled bottle, pinching himself before tucking himself back in his slacks, shuffling back to his seat, slumping slightly.

Silently cursing himself for going overboard on the drinks, he knew he had a good capacity but, it never faired well for him when it came for a quick and timely release when he filled himself to the brim. He began to glance around for any other empty bottles, he sighed in defeat as his search came up empty.

He looked out the window, watching the winding, near barren flat land.

He could wait.

He had to wait.

--

As the minuets turned to hours the large ghoul was growing painful aware that the sensations of desperation began to surge through him once more.

Aether chewed on his inner cheek as he rubbed his thighs together, watching as the water ghoul slowly sipped on his water bottle. Watching the liquid slosh around, mixed with the bumps in the road caused the bigger ghoul to shove a hand between his thighs, his free hand gripping onto his seat.

It was growing to be too much for the ghoul to discreetly handle. Warmth flushed his face as peering eyes looked at him.

"I have to pis so bad," Aether hissed from clenched teeth.

"I thought you already went?"

The ghoul closed his eyes for a moment, "I had to stop, the fukin' bottle wasn't big enough," he explained, trying to keep his voice hushed.

The fire ghoul smirked, noticing the small streaks on the rhythm guitarist's slacks.

"Hmmm, guess all those sodas just did you in huh? And you said Rain was the one who couldn't handle his liquids." The fire ghoul crooned teasingly. Wanted to get ruse out of the bigger ghoul.

Aether just nodded, to concentrated on not pising himself. He began squirming freely in his seat, a low whine escaping past his lips as his tail whipped irritably.

Ember' smirk slowly faded when he saw the pained expression on the bigger ghoul.

"Buddy, if you gotta go that bad, just go,"

"Go where? No, no way, I can wait, it's only another 20 minutes," he whispered to the fire ghoul.

Ember gave a concerned look before shrugging, going back to his gaming device. Leaving Aether alone with his thoughts, bunching in his seat as he waited.

--

The bus soon came to a halt into the parking area to their destination. The Cardinal smiled as he stood up, clearing his throat to gain the attention of the ghouls.

"We're here! Now then we hav-"

Before the Cardinal could finish, Aether shot up from his seat, scattering past the standing man as he rushed out of the bus.

Copia blinked slowly as he looked to the ghouls with confusion, scratching his head from the sudden bolt.

Ember turned his head, eyes widening in surprise as he watched Aether pushing his boxers to the side, resting one hand on the bus as the other held his member, urine streaming out. The fire ghoul turned back and shrugged.

"Guess he's thrilled to be back in Canada," he nonchalantly said as he stood up with the others.

Within a few minutes, Aether returned, his shirt half tucked in and his face expressing pure bliss as he shuffled over to grab his bag.

"Sorry 'bout runnin' off Cardinal, though I saw somethin' wrong with the bus." The ghoul apologized.

Copia smiled, brushing the apology away, "Not to worry Aether, no need to apologize."

Aether walked past the fire ghoul, who gave a knowing look to him.

Aether rolled his eyes, the blush growing a deeper red as he grabbed his bag. He was just happy to have made it, technically.

[darley1101]

Family (September 11 prompt)

A/N This is for the September prompt challenge hosted by . It is for the September 11 prompt Family. I am combining it with another request I received asking for Maxwell to purchase the MC a pregnancy test on the morning of her wedding to Liam. I thought they would make a fun combination. I hope you enjoy. Tag lists are after the story. If you would like to be added or removed just let me know in a comment or personal message. This is future canon for Broken Fairytales. I hope you enjoy!

Family

“This is ridiculous,” Karin whispered furiously as Olivia, Hana, and Madeleine herded her into the en suite off Madeleine's rooms. She tried to dig her heels into the plush carpeting, but a firm push in the middle of her back continued to propel her forward. “We're wasting time that could be spent getting ready.” Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach lurched. In a few short hours she would be re-marrying the man she loved and, her heart skipped another beat, finally be crowned Queen of Cordonia. Just one of those events would be enough to cause the nausea she had woken up to, but her friends thought otherwise. 'You missed your period,' Hana had chided, 'I know because we're on the same cycle and I had to suffer alone.' Stress had been  her response. Between planning a wedding that the whole world would be watching via attendance or television and preparing for the coronation that would come after, it was no wonder Karin was exhausted, nauseated, and missing her monthly visit for good ole Aunt Flo. Part of her wanted to say screw the whole thing. Did they really need the public wedding? According to Regina, yes. The people didn’t care that while in exile, Liam and Karin had married in private ceremony. They wanted the glitz, glam, and stability of seeing the king they had fought for marry his beloved. 

“You're being ridiculous,” Olivia countered shoving a purple and white box into her hands, and then gesturing towards the toilet. “Your throne awaits.”

“Hilarious,” Karin muttered, yanking open the package while she stomped towards the toilet. “I already told you, I'm stressed. When I get stressed I get sick to my stomach and, on occasion, I miss my period.”

“It may very well be stress,” Madeleine agreed, “but wouldn't you rather know? There's going to be alcohol served at the reception. Do you really want to worry about whether or not its safe to drink? This way we'll know if we need to substitute your champagne for apple cider.”

Annoyance shot through Karin as she set the actual test down on the counter and wiggled out of her panties. Madeleine was right, and God, Karin hated when Madeleine was right. They had moved past the pettiness that occurred during the social season and Madeleine's short lived engagement to Liam, but that didn't mean Karin liked when Madeleine was right. “I can't believe one of you actually bought a pregnancy test,” she mused, picking up the test. She poised the plastic stick between her legs, trying to concentrate on peeing. “Could someone turn on the faucet?”

“Of course,” Hana answered sweetly before turning the water on in the sink. “And we didn't buy it, Maxwell did.”

“What?” Karin sputtered, grimacing when a splash of urine hit her fingers. So gross, she thought, pulling the test out from between her legs. She set it back on the counter, wiped, and then flushed. “You had Maxwell go buy a pregnancy test? Whose genius idea was that?”

“It was mine actually,” Olivia smirked from the doorway. “He's always so eager to please and nobody will think twice about him buying one. He's such a spazz the sales clerk probably thought he bought it for himself.”

“Be nice,” Hana chided.

“It could be argued that calling him a spazz is being nice as there are far worse yet equally fitting names we could call him,” Madeleine muttered under her breathe, but Karin still heard her and shot her a dirty look. Maxwell might be a spazz, but damn it he was Karin's spazz! And he’d changed a lot since the assassinations that took place during the homecoming ball. 

“I just hope he doesn't say anything to Liam,” Hana sighed, propping her hip against the bathroom vanity. She blinked when she realized everyone, including Karin, was staring at her. “What? Everyone is thinking it. I adore him but he does have a history of speaking without thinking. Remember the UN dinner in New York?”

Wrinkling her nose, Karin washed her hands. She remembered that dinner all to well. Maxwell had started a shit storm with several dignitaries by confusing their countries. “Don't remind me,” she pleaded, turning off the faucet and drying her hands on the hand towel Madeleine handed to her. “God, you don't really think he will say anything to Liam?” No, she silently told herself. Maybe in the past he might have accidentally let it slip, but Maxwell had grown a lot. 

“With Maxwell anything is possible,” Olivia reminded. “Now, how long do we have to wait to see if Karin's carrying the next heir to the throne? The sooner she gets the heir and the spare out of the way, the happier the people will be.”

The blood drained from Karin's face, leaving her a pasty color. Having a family was something she and Liam had spoken about a great deal; how many children they wanted, what sort of parents they were going to be. Perhaps because Liam had only ever referred to their future children as, well, their children that was how Karin had come to think of them. Olivia's flippant remark, no doubt meant to be funny, had been a rude awakening to how the people of Cordonia would view their children. “That was incredibly rude,” Hana tsked, shaking her head and then looking at Karin with sympathy in her eyes. “Don't listen to her Karin. The people of Cordonia love you regardless.”

“They'll love her more if she's pregnant,” Olivia insisted. “I'm not trying to say they don't love her already, I think their adoration of the American Duchess is obvious. Things have been difficult for the monarchy, you know that. Producing the next Crown Prince will just prove the people made the right choice in demanding that Liam be re-instated at King.”

“I think you've made your point,” Hana snapped. “So lets drop it.”

Tuning out the rest of the conversation Karin focused on the test sitting face down on the counter. The instructions had said to wait 5 minutes and at least that amount of time had passed. She took a deep breath and flipped it over, her heart lodging in her throat as two distinct lines glared back at her. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Apparently Liam did,” Madeleine giggled and then clapped a hand over her mouth. “That was incredibly crude, my apologies. And,” she smiled cheekily, “my congratulations.”

“Oh Karin,” Hana cried, her lips tipping in a brilliant smile. “How exciting!”

“Right, exciting,” Karin whispered. She couldn't stop staring at the test, at those two little lines that added yet another title to already growing list of titles. Duchess. Wife. Queen. Mother. She was going to be a mother. Tears welled in her eyes, a smile stretched across her lips. She was going to be a mother! For the first time in her life she was going to have a family. A real family. One that couldn't be taken away from her.

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