#I don't get out much in case you hadn't noticed LOL

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I... I see you ask box says writing prompts too? Could I maybe if you feel like writing it ever request a scene of healthcare au Hyrule getting a hug? Or on break? Or having a day off? Whether its because he's sick or something really bad happened or if its just a good day and his friends just love him or whatever is up to you.

(@ludoluck @keestones @paradoxical-hermitcrab @artisticgamer)

Have all the Hyrule fuff and hurt/comfort, sweetheart. <3

The tones dropped, making Hyrule jump out of his skin. He bolted up in bed, flinging the blanket off him when he saw Mo stretching lazily and looking at his watch.

"It's shift change, Roolie," Mo said sleepily. "Not our call anymore."

Hyrule blinked once, twice, and then it sank in. He sighed in relief, falling back to his pillow. Thank goodness.

He had two whole days off now. And he wasn't entirely sure what to do with them, but he would definitely figure something out.

Hopping out of bed and throwing the linens into the laundry bin, he opted for having a nice warm shower and he'd start figuring out what to do from there. As the water ran over him, he remembered that he'd told Legend he'd stop by his place to hang out for a bit. Legend was a night shifter, so he was likely asleep right now, which meant Hyrule could spend the morning hiking on the mountain trails outside of town.

As Hyrule biked away from the station, he giggled, letting the morning breeze wake him up. He felt so alive letting gravity push him down a gigantic hill that he laughed the entire way to the bottom. The smell of his favorite bakery wafted in the air, and he parked his bike outside the shop and strolled in.

"Good morning, Pita," Hyrule greeted with a smile.

Pita turned, her brown eyes brightening. "Oh, hello, Hyrule! We haven't seen you all week, I was getting worried!"

Hyrule rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I had picked up a few extra shits and this bakery isn't in our first due."

Pita put her hands on her hips with a humph. "Well, it should be, and you shouldn't be working so hard. Now, you want the usual?"

Hyrule nodded eagerly, and then he turned to find a table when he saw a familiar face.

"Four?" he asked, prompting the person in question to look up. It was Four, snuggled warmly in a slightly oversized tie dye hoodie with a book propped open beside some scones and tea.

The ICU nurse smiled warmly. "Hey, Hyrule! What are you doing here?"

"I come here on my days off because they've got the best bread in town," Hyrule answered, walking over to his friend's table. "You?"

Four moved a newspaper from the other side of the table, giving Hyrule space. "I come here every day that I can. It's a nice little morning routine when I have mornings to spare."

Hyrule hesitated. "Oh, I--I don't want to interrupt your morning routine--"

"Roolie, sit down," Four said exasperatedly with a good-natured roll of his eyes. "It's nice to see you not wearing a duty uniform once in a while."

"Yeah," Hyrule laughed a little. "I get that a lot. I guess maybe I should try to take some more time off."

Four watched him almost pleadingly. "Please do."

Moving past that subject, the paramedic asked, "What are you reading?"

Four immediately brightened, and dove into a full narrative of the story, which was about a group of heroes trying to destroy a cursed magical item. Hyrule was so enthralled by the story that he didn't realize how much time passed until his phone started buzzing.

Hyrule! Where the hell are you, you dope don't tell me you picked up another damn shift!

Hyrule read the text on his home page, and without even having to look at the sender he laughed. Legend had apparently woken up early.

Four and Hyrule parted ways, and after about a half hour's bike ride, Hyrule arrived at Legend's apartment. His friend met him outside, stretching and yawning.

"Rav's on the warpath and I didn't want you to get dragged into it," Legend remarked at seeing Hyrule's questioning look.

"About what?"

The travel nurse shrugged. "Probably because I hid his stuff. But that's what he gets for selling mine."

Hyrule laughed and then stopped himself, embarrassed. He wasn't sure Legend found it a laughing matter, but the pair was entertainingly chaotic. It was almost as bad as watching Legend and Warriors go at each other, or Warriors and Twilight.

"So where are we going?" Hyrule asked.

Legend pulled up the map on his phone. "Well, last century when you had a day off, we went to Beedle's to check out his wares... oh wait, I just remembered--I saw this place and thought we should check it out!"

Hyrule walked over to look at where Legend was pointing. "Misery Mire? What's that?"

"It's an escape room!" Legend answered. "I bet they got some great prizes if we can crack it."

Hyrule smiled in excitement. He loved solving puzzles with Legend. "Let's go!"

XXX

Hyrule had known the code was rough. But it hadn't been his first code. It hadn't been the first time a patient had died and he hadn't gotten them back. He'd known it would make him feel a little tired for a day or so and then he'd move on. That's how it worked. He had to move on.

He hadn't expected this one to linger.

He'd thought he was fine. Truly, he did. Until he'd happened to look at an X-ray of some random patient in the emergency department, glancing at it over Warriors' shoulder as he babbled about something to Legend, and then suddenly Hyrule felt the grandmother's ribs breaking under his hands all over again as if he were in his ambulance doing compressions, the grandson sobbing outside his truck.

And then he'd realized that maybe he wasn't okay.

So here he was, sitting at Telma's Bar and sipping some milk and just... existing. He didn't really know how to address the issue. He'd gone over the code multiple times, and he knew that he'd done what he could. He didn't understand why this one in particular hit so hard.

Maybe it was that he had told the grandson he was going to be okay. Maybe it was that he had told the grandson he would take good care of his grandmother.

It wasn't like he hadn't, he couldn't help that she'd died. Her blood pressure was better when he was doing chest compressions on her than when she had been alive! He'd obviously done what he could.

So why is this bothering me so much?!

Sky would say he should go to church and pray about it. That's what Sky did a lot. But Hyrule didn't really know what he was supposed to pray about or say about it. So he just sat here instead.

"Hyrule?"

Hyrule nearly jumped out of his skin, and he turned sharply to see Twilight.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Twi asked gently, cocking his head to the side. Apparently it was obvious that Hyrule wasn't feeling great.

And something about Twilight's tone of voice just set him off.

Hyrule immediately felt his eyes start to water, his throat tightened, and his entire body trembled. He bit his tongue, hoping the pain would make the reaction recede, but it didn't really help. He couldn't eve choke out any words at this point. Crap.

Twilight watched him a moment longer before approaching and carefully encircling his arms around the medic in a gentle hug. Hyrule melted into it, crying softly into Twi's shirt, gripping it and shaking like a leaf.

He couldn't put what was wrong into words, but he didn't have to. Twilight just held him, rubbing a reassuring hand up and down his back. And somehow that was enough, allowing the young medic to just let himself go.

#I am CRACKING UP that I've abused poor Hyrule so much that someone had to request he get a break XD #poor baby #you ask skye answers #lovely anon #writing prompt #writing #lu in healthcare #lu hyrule #yo there is an actual bakery in minish cap #AND THEIR NAMES ARE ACTUALLY WHEATON AND PITA #I groaned and laughed at the same time #I legit had to pull up a city on the map on my phone and just peruse to see what city folk do XD #I don't get out much in case you hadn't noticed LOL #I was going to write just pure fluff and fun and then I remembered you requested Hyrule get a hug too #and he doesn't strike me as someone who gives or receives hugs willy nilly #so then I had to angst him up a bit #praying DOES help Roolie there's literally no special words for it #I did this exact thing and just bawled for like an hour by myself at church lol #and then told myself that with God's help I'm stronger than the issue that was weighing me down #and then stubbornness kicked in LOL #didn't fix it immediately but the world moved on and I learned to as well #anyway that was probably way too personal but whateeeevs #figured somebody might need to hear it to help themselves somehow #enough rambling now #sometimes a hug is the best support you can offer to someone #and Twi gives some of the best hugs because Twi is awesome #lu four #lu legend #lu twilight #I had the thought that escape rooms are literally Zelda dungeons and now I want to tackle an escape room

[miirohs]

he looks up, grinnin' like a devil [r.n.z]

pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Fem!Reader wc: 0.5k cw: minor spoilers an: i feel like this man needs a fic from my bc he lives in my head rent free. anyways dont get mad at me if this isnt accurate lol i did everything based off the live action n i plan on reading the manga (eventually)

"Zoro?" You huffed, laying still on the floor of the quarterdeck, eyes shut as you bathed in the sunlight.

There was no response and you frowned, calling again.

"Zoroooo."

A few beats of silence, followed by clunking on wood and and a grunt as shade was cast over your closed eyes. There was a thump and you grinned.

"What?"

You cracked open an eye lazily, staring at Zoros' face as he bent over you, watching you closely.

"Are you mad at me for yelling for you?" You muttered, head bumping against his leg, crossed under the other that his arm rested on.

"Maybe. I was trying to take a nap. Didn't work anyways. What are you doing up here?" You simply turned your head towards him, eyes flitting over his face for what seemed like the thousandth time.

No matter how many times you saw him, you could never seem to get over his profile.

"I was helping Sanji with the tangerines. He needed my help picking the fruit and watering the plants." You sighed, turning on your side.

He made a face, somewhere between disbelief and what looked like jealousy, but you couldn't tell. Not as the sun glared at you from behind him.

"He promised me food if i helped him," you protested at his look, rolling your eyes, "Don't look at me like that."

"How does that pertain to me? I never said anything." He shot back, failing to hide the flustered look at his eyes as he realized you'd caught him. "Zoroooo- you're making the face again," You giggled, rolling onto your stomach to stare at him.

He pretended to look confused, but you knew him like the back of your hand, thinly veiled distress underlying his features.

"Give it up Zo, you're jealous!" You teased, running a finger along the hemming of his pants. "Am not," he said plainly, averting your eyes.

"Am too-" You hummed.

"Am. not." He leaned down, baring his teeth slightly. His earrings jingled in the wind, gently swayed by the breeze.

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his face, fingers grazed barely by the golden earrings.

There were freckles littered all over his face, barely noticeable unless you looked close enough.

You hadn't realized they were there until after the fight with Mihawk, when you stayed at his side, leaning over him hoping he would wake up. They were like little mini constellations, a galaxy you could kiss, although you had never said that to his face.

"Have i ever told you how pretty you look?" You left kiss after kiss on his cheeks, skin burning despite how stoic he looked on the outside. "You've got a grin like the devil yet the aura of an angel."

"Shouldn't i be saying that to you?" He huffed, pulling you closer. He obviously didn't want to let you go.

"You should. I want to hear it more from you," you said, expectant for the tiniest bit more you could milk from this, "tell me how much you love me."

Zoro's gruff exterior softened slightly as he looked into your eyes, whispering under bated breath, "You're as beautiful as always, Y/n."

"Well, in that case," you said playfully, "you're incredibly handsome, Zoro. My one and only."

A rare smile played on his face, and you looked around quickly, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. The breeze seemed to pick up, salty sea air filling your lungs.

As you broke the kiss, you let out a laugh, "I think we both needed that."

Zoro nodded in agreement. "Yeah, maybe I'm a bit jealous, but I can't stand the thought of you spending too much time with that damn cook."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his green hair. "Don't worry, Roronoa. You're the only one I want."

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you. "Good," he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. "Because you're the only one i need."

#opla #opla spoilers #one piece live action spoilers #opla x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #one piece netflix #op live action #one piece live action #netflix one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader

[narryffdreaming]

A TOAST TO THE FUTURE — ONE

Summary: Aurora and Harry used to be friends, but life happened and they grew apart. Now, 6 years later, they meet again.

Rating: +18

WARNINGS: The story contains explicit language and mentions a past abusive relationship (mostly the consequences of psychological/emotional abuse). Some chapters also contain explicit sexual content.

Author's note: You have no idea how much I love these characters and how nervous I am to finally share this story again. I posted ATTTF for the first time back in 2022 but never got to finish it, so I'm hoping I'll get to do it this time! If you read this, I hope you enjoy it, and please be gentle with them! (lol)

PART ONE: 5,4k words

The sky is still dark when the Uber driver drops Aurora off at Stansted airport. 

The polite man, who just kept her company for an hour and a half, wishes her a safe trip, and Aurora smiles, waving him a last goodbye and wishing him a good day right before she shuts the door of his black Toyota Prius. Once alone, a light breeze tickles her shoulders, but she doesn't give it enough time to settle as she rearranges the strap of the navy duffel bag on her shoulder and turns around, then sets her feet into motion.

Hopefully, she isn't late. She doesn't think she is. She left the house forty minutes before she needed to, and the ride to get there was shorter than expected because of the early hour, so she shouldn't be. 

Still, she wants to make sure. 

Just in case. 

You can blame it on the fact that she hasn't spent a weekend with her friends in years. Or that it is the first time she's going out since… Well, since everything in her life turned upside down.  

The strap of her bag slips from her shoulder, and Aurora catches it between her fingers. She puts it back in place and tightens her grip around the soft fabric, turning sideways to squeeze herself between a group of people that's happily chatting on the sidewalk. An apology leaves her mouth as she runs past them, but they don't seem to care nor notice they're standing in her way — or in everyone's way. 

Has the Stansted airport always been this crowded?

The lights are bright outside, and the glass walls reveal how equally well-lit it is inside the terminal building. When she reaches the automatic doors, they take a moment to open, and she stops. It gives her enough time to catch a glimpse of her reflection, and her stomach quivers. Her hair is messy, the sports bag she's carrying doesn't match the maxi dress she's wearing, and she's showing off too much cleavage for a woman her age. 

Those are too many things to notice in one quick glance, and she wishes she hadn't. Still, it is too early in the morning to feel insecure about the way she looks, and she doesn't have time for that. She has a flight to catch. 

(Also, she really needs to pee right now.)

So she breathes in deeply and darts her eyes down, then takes her free hand up to her chest and pulls the fabric up. When she moves next, she keeps her sight fixed on the floor, then grabs the pendant of her necklace between her fingers and walks through the doors, biting the flesh inside of her cheek and fidgeting with the gold disk as her feet drag her inside the airport. 

Everything feels slow and heavy. And there's a mix of nervousness and anticipation that's building up inside her. It's unsettling, but it keeps her moving, at least. 

Once inside, Aurora looks up again. She turns her head to one side, then to the other, short nails never letting go of her necklace. 

The wide open area in front of her leads to multiple check-in desks from several different airlines, but she ignores all of them, aiming solemnly on the huge departure boards placed around the terminal. 

She doesn't have any luggage to drop, and her boarding pass is printed and ready inside her bag — and, just in case, there's also a copy of it saved on her phone — but she wants to make sure she won't be running late if she takes another five minutes for a quick run to the toilets before standing in line to get through security. 

Her determination drives her forward, and she only stops walking when she's right in front of the closest monitor. She blinks a couple of times, making sense of all the information while searching for the only flight she cares about. And it only takes her a minute till she finds it: 

6:45, Ryanair, Naples. 

She drops her shoulders, and a yawn eases from her mouth, along with a shaky laughter. 

She is fine. Everything's just fine. Desks aren't even open for check-in yet, so she has plenty of time to go to the bathroom and wake herself up. There's no need to collapse.

At some point she'll have to face the fact that she didn't sleep at all last night, but she plans to keep herself together and entertained until she's settled on her 2 hours and 45 minutes flight. 

Then, she'll sleep.

Aurora turns around, and wanders her eyes to find the nearest toilets. She can't tell when was the last time she's been at Stansted Airport, but everything feels different from what she remembers. Did they go through renovations? Or has it always been big and hectic like this? 

Well, it's not like Aurora is familiar with airports, anyway. She doesn't travel that much, and London has too many of them for her to get familiar with. The last time she went somewhere — anywhere — was for Noah's birthday, when she and Zack took him to Disneyland Paris for a quick celebration. They took a flight from Heathrow, though, and that place was so big that it did nothing but overwhelm her. So much that she barely remembers it. 

Her chest tightens, and she closes her hand in a fist around the pendant. 

A lot has changed since Noah's third birthday. In fact, everything changed because of Noah's third birthday. And things never stopped changing since then. Not even a year and a month later. 

Oh God… In a couple of years she is going to be sitting on a leather couch, facing the traumatizing memories she and Zack created for him and apologizing for ruining his childhood. 

She knows she will. She can see it happening. 

A man bumps into her, and Aurora stumbles forward. She looks over her shoulder and apologizes, but he isn't around to listen anymore. Sighing, she lets go of her necklace and shifts her bag from one shoulder to the other, holding the strap to keep it firmly in place.

What was she even—Oh, toilets!

Right!

She shakes her head. 

It takes her another minute until she sees some directions that will help her get there, and then she's walking again. 

The toilets she's heading to are placed in a much quieter area, where even the lights are dim. Only a few people are there, seemingly waiting for time to pass — some occupying themselves with their phones on the chairs, but most of them laying on the floor, sleeping next to their luggage or using their backpacks as pillows. A baby cries somewhere distant in the terminal, and there's some coughing coming from a corner behind her, but besides that, everything's quiet. 

She reaches the door at the exact moment a lady is walking out, and she almost bumps into her. They exchange polite smiles, and Aurora takes a step aside to make room for her to walk by. Once the lady is off her way, Aurora moves inside, then lets the door shut behind her, and everything goes silent.  

The room is bright again, and someone must've just cleaned the place, because the smell of disinfectant is fresh and strong. 

Aurora sighs. She heads to the last stall, walking past a row of other six on her way there.

After relieving herself, she stops by the sinks and washes her hands, taking the opportunity to look around her. And mostly to look at her. 

The mirrors are big, almost covering the entire green wall between the sink and the ceiling, from side to side. To be fair, staring at her reflection doesn't sound like a good idea, but she promised she would try her best to go into the weekend with a positive mindset, and she can't do that while feeling so insecure about herself.

She lets the duffel bag slide down her arm and places it between her legs, then crouches to find her washcloth inside it. Holding the soft fabric between her fingers, she closes the zipper and stands up again. 

Public toilets aren't the ideal places for skincare routines, but she's determined to do the best of whatever she can get. She places the washcloth on her shoulder and grabs the hair tie from her wrist, pulling her locks into a bun and getting them out of her way. Hunching down, she turns the tap on and puts her hands together, filling them with water before splashing it on her face. The coldness makes her wince, but it also makes her shoulders relax, and she pulls her lips into a timid smile. 

She repeats the same process three times before grabbing the washcloth again and placing it against her skin. She doesn't rub it, but instead lets the fabric soak in the dampness. Finally putting her hands down, she looks at her reflection in the mirror, and bites the insides of her cheek. Her face looks more alive now that she's freshened up, but the rest of her body doesn't feel the same.

When she'd put that maxi dress on, an hour before leaving her house, she didn't think she would end up regretting the outfit. It's been probably a decade since the last time she's put it on, sure, but it used to be one of her favorites, and she always went for it when she didn't know what to wear. She used to consider it her safe choice. 

And yet, wearing it now feels everything but safe. 

It also doesn't feel nearly as comfortable as it used to. Maybe it's because of the straps… She never wears sleeveless outfits anymore, let alone something that's held by such a thin string of fabric. And the V neck… Oh God. How did she walk around London showing off her chest so comfortably? How did she go to class not bothering about people being able to see the curve of her breasts?

Even its color shade looks weird now, and she's not sure she enjoys how that rust red looks on her anymore. Her body hasn't seen the sun in a really long time, and her skin doesn't look very appealing — it's dry, and filled with stretch marks. 

Honestly, the full length and loose fit are the only things she can still appreciate from the dress — although around her waist it doesn't feel as loose as it used to feel before.

Shit. Did she even pack one thing that's going to make her feel good about herself in Italy? 

No, of course she didn't. Because Madison was the one who helped her pack for the weekend, so of course all of her choices included the tiniest, brightest and most provocative outfits that were hidden and forgotten inside of her closet since… Well, basically since Aurora stopped being single, to be honest. 

"You need to loosen up," she'd said. Along with "you're divorced, not dead," and "your tits need to see the sun; they are gorgeous, they deserve it". 

Alone inside the restroom, Aurora rolls her eyes at the memory of her best friend's words. Obviously, the whole chit-chat did nothing to convince her. Most of the old clothes Maddie had found hadn't seen the light of day in almost a decade, and Aurora doesn't have the same body she used to have back then to simply put them on again. 

Not to mention she doesn't want Noah to ever see her wearing any of those outfits. It's not the image of a mother she wants him to remember. And she's been already messing up so many things for him, that she doesn't need to add "being an embarrassing mom" to the list — and she won't add an accusation of excessively exposing her son to his own mother's naked body in those future therapy sessions she already knows she'll be paying for. 

Call it damage control, if you want to. After all, that's how she's facing it herself.

But then Maddie had put her hands on her shoulders, stared deeply into her eyes, and said: "it's going to be us. Just us. It's the perfect and safest place to have some fun and try out of your comfort zone. And you and I both know how much you need it right now." And Aurora couldn't fight her on that, so she said yes and agreed to put all of her jeans and t-shirts away for the weekend — which she can now confirm was a terrible, terrible decision.

She sighs. Again. 

It's going to be a long weekend, isn't it? 

Still examining herself, she turns around and looks over her shoulder, facing her back on the mirror. Fortunately, it doesn't show too much skin, although the flesh of her armpits could be more covered. 

There was a time when Aurora felt breezy and comfortable on her own body. When she looked at herself and felt beautiful and free. Even sexy. Now, though, the simple thought makes her laugh. It sounds ridiculous, and she can't even make sense of it. 

Biting her lip, she turns around one more time, and something catches her eye. She stops midway, narrowing her eyes to find out what it is, and then, she raises her eyebrows, and a spark of hope ignites inside her — she completely forgot about the adjustable straps! 

Fully turning around, she squats down and puts the washcloth away, then stands up, already reaching both hands towards her back to tighten and shorten the strings. It isn't easy, and for a moment she even considers to hide inside of a stool and take the dress off to do it more comfortably, but eventually she succeeds, and the slight change instantly makes her chest feel more covered. 

It's a small win, but Aurora is serious about making the best of whatever she can get that weekend, so she takes it, and smiles at her reflection. 

The gold disk shines on her chest, and she takes it between her fingers, pulling it to her mouth and placing a soft kiss to it. She's really going to miss spending the weekend with Noah, but she knows she needs to take care of herself to be able to take care of him, and that it's also important for him to spend some time with his dad. Besides, it's only going to be three days — not even that. By Sunday afternoon she'll be back home with him, and everything will go back to normal.

Yes, see? That's it: two days.

Two relaxing and fun days with her friends, and then everything will go back to normal.

The line to get through security is huge. 

Aurora stops behind a chatty and cheerful family of five, and sighs. She puts her frizzy hair down, then crosses her arms under her chest and lifts one hand to fidget aimlessly with her pendant. 

Honestly? She can't wait to get to Italy. She can't wait to finally see that beautiful ocean in the Amalfi Coast. It's a trip she always dreamed about, but also one she didn't think would actually happen — and one she's sure she wouldn't be actually embarking on if she hadn't been forced to by her friends.

Aurora's mouth turns into a smile, and she looks at the ground, taking the pendant to cover her lips. 

Despite everything that went wrong with her own marriage, she is happy for Lucy and Theo. She truly is. Just because things didn't work out for her, it doesn't mean they won't for them. Besides, their relationship is the only thing between all of them that hasn't changed since their graduation, so who knows? Maybe they'll have better luck than her and Zack. Maybe Lucy won't mess things up like she did, and maybe Theo won't— 

"Auri?" a deep and low voice calls. Aurora furrows her brows and takes her hand down from her lips, putting her necklace back to its place. "Aurora?"

She turns on her feet, finding flamingos on a loose black shirt. Blinking a couple of times, she darts her eyes up, and meets the face of a friend she hasn't thought of in a really long time. 

She widens her eyes, and places the palm of her hand on her cheek.

"Oh my God," she whispers. She raises her eyebrows, and her mouth curves into a smile at the same time it falls open. "Harry!" 

She breathes out a laugh and takes a step forward, then stands on her tiptoes and throws her arms around his neck. 

The duffel bag on her shoulder follows the movement of her body, hitting Harry's stomach before she can stop it.

"Ouch," he groans into her ear.

Aurora pulls away. "Sorry, sorry—"

He chuckles, hunching down slightly and placing his hands in the middle of her back. 

"'S okay, c'mere," he says, pulling her body closer and crossing his arms around her waist, embracing her into a tight hug. 

Heat takes over her body, radiating through her chest and tingling from head to toe. It's so good to see him! She can't help the smile that lightens up her face, so she closes her eyes and rests her chin on his shoulder, circling his neck with the same affection he's putting into his hold. 

"What are you doing here?!" she asks, still too excited to let him go. 

Did he get even taller? 

Or is he just stronger than he used to be?

"Probably the same thing as you?" Harry chuckles. 

Shit. She's so stupid! Of course Harry would be at Lucy and Theo's party. Of course! After all, he was part of the group, too. Sure, maybe the last to join and the youngest of them all, and also the only one living across the world, but still… He was—he is part of the group. And Lucy and Theo would invite him, too. Of course they would. How didn't she think of him when thinking about the weekend? 

"Don't wanna break the moment," Harry murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down her back, "but I think we gotta walk." 

Aurora jumps away, holding her weight on his shoulder and twisting her neck to see the line ahead of her. She slides her fingers down, watching as the family of five gathers their things. They aren't rushing, though, and it doesn't seem like they'll be taking more than two steps forward.

Still smiling, she bites her bottom lip to keep her excitement down, then looks back at him.

Harry is standing with his arms loose on each side of his body, chin down while he stares down at his chest.

Following his sight, Aurora finds her own hand, and she widens her eyes. She's clutching at the second button, where both sides of his black shirt with pink flamingos meet. His hairy chest is on display, just like tiny bits of black ink tattooed on his skin and the long golden string of a necklace. 

A rush runs through her fingers, and she withdraws her arm. 

"Sorry," she whispers, pulling her hand to her own chest and squeezing it into a fist.  

Harry clears his throat. 

"'S okay," he murmurs. Without looking at her, he straightens his back and stretches an arm, pointing out to the empty space in front of them. "Shall we?"

Aurora moves quickly, shuffling on her feet and nodding in silence. She turns around, and the strap of her bag falls from her shoulder, dropping to the crook of her arm. She winces, and stumbles a little. 

"Shit."

"Here," Harry says, and the weight on her elbow disappears. "Let me."

Frozen, she watches — and feels — the way he gently grabs her wrist and takes her bag out of her arm, pulling it to himself. 

"Harry…" She drops her shoulders. "You don't have to."

"Just walk, c'mon. We're holding the line."

Aurora peeks over his shoulder, and certainly people don't seem friendly while watching them. She sighs, but turns around and walks. 

It only takes them three steps to reach the family of five once again, though, and she's back to facing him. 

Harry is rearranging the straps on his shoulders, holding two duffel bags now — his own, and hers. 

"Okay," she says, stretching her arm to him, "now give me that." 

He chuckles, and dodges her. "Nope."

"C'mon!" She rolls her eyes, but a smile dances on her lips. "I can carry my own bag, okay?" 

Harry shrugs. "Never said you couldn't." 

She sighs, and tilts her head. "Harry…" 

"Will you stop being stubborn?" 

Harry grins widely, contrasting his words, and his eyes brighten with amusement. 

Aurora lifts her brows and parts her lips. A shaky chuckle coming out of her mouth. "I—Excuse me?"

Harry diverts his eyes somewhere behind her, and he tilts his chin up. 

"C'mon, we gotta walk again."

Lifting her left eyebrow, Aurora crosses her arms, and stares silently at him.

Harry glances back at her, then presses his lips together, watching her for a moment as he wanders his eyes around her face. He purses his mouth, and then he cracks into soft, genuine laughter. 

"Ha!" He throws his head back for a moment, chuckling lightly, then looks back at her. "I totally forgot you could do that."

Aurora's beaming, just like him, but her heart is racing, and her breath gets stuck in her throat. His smile is really contagious, framed by deep dimples on his cheeks and wrinkles all around his eyes. It's hard not to feel mesmerized by it.

"Uh…" She blinks a couple of times. "Do what, exactly?" 

He walks, prompting her to walk along with him. Still smiling, he points a finger up, right to her face. "The thing… Y'know. With your eyebrow." 

"Oh…" Aurora widens her eyes for a second. "Right." 

She laughs and shakes her head, relaxing the muscles of her entire body, including her face. 

She takes one hand to her forehead, and rubs the tip of her middle finger on her left eyebrow. Even though it's something she used to intentionally do pretty often when she was younger, usually to prove a point, it was also something that came up so naturally to her that she never paid too much attention to it. And a habit that, with time, she left behind. However, now that she found out Noah thinks it's super cool that his mom can lift only one eyebrow while most people can't, she's been consciously doing it more often. She never cared about being a cool mom, to be honest, but lately it seems the title started to mean something to her. 

They stop walking, much closer to the metal detectors now, and Aurora stretches her arm again. She doesn't say a word, simply reaching for the strap of her bag on his shoulder.

"Auri..." Harry chuckles. He grabs her wrist between his fingers, then slides his touch to her hand, taking it to his mouth. He places a single kiss on her knuckles, and looks at her. "Please, 's nothing. I promise."

Aurora presses her lips together tightly, words getting stuck on her throat. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to keep the warmth of his lips lingering onto her cold skin.

"Okay." She nods. Her voice is softer, and she looks down to smile. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he says, taking her hand down and gently letting it go. "Did you bring a jacket?" 

Raising her head, Aurora narrows her eyes, and meets his stare. "What?"

"Your hand's really cold." He shrugs. "Do you want my jacket?"

Aurora chuckles, and waves him off. "Oh no, I'm fine. My hands are always cold."

Harry pulls his brows together. He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it again.

"Anyway…" She clears her throat. "How are you? We haven't talked in… I don't know… Five? Six years?"

Harry looks down and nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Around that, yeah." 

"Hmm… Well, I had no idea you were back in the UK!"

"Uh, yeah." He shifts on his feet, and shrugs. "Came back a couple of weeks ago, actually. Haven't seen anyone yet."

Taking one hand out of his pockets, he lifts his arm and scratches his jaw. The movement draws Aurora's attention to the facial hair he seems to be growing, but also to his chipped yellow nail polish and the three rings he's carrying on his fingers. And when he rakes the same hand through his curls, pulling his hair away from his face, she notices the amount of new tattoos covering his slightly tanned skin. 

His movements are subtle, almost timid, but Aurora is hypnotized. She hasn't seen him since… Damn, when was the last time she saw him? He was at her wedding, she remembers that, because she remembers the floral-printed suit he was wearing, and that his hair used to be longer than—  

Aurora gasps, and Harry jolts. 

"What?" 

"Your hair!" Uncrossing her arms, she takes a step forward. She stands on her tiptoes and reaches for his head, touching the tips of his short curls while switching her voice to a soft murmur, "It's so… Short."

Harry shoves his hand back inside his pocket, but doesn't say anything, and Aurora entertains herself stroking the hair at the back of his neck, and then pulling some longer bits around his ears. 

"Oh my God…" she murmurs again.

For as long as she's known Harry, she's known him with curls long enough to french braid, pull into buns and even attempt some ponytails — he hated the last ones, by the way. The girls used to tease him for having softer and shiner hair than any of them, and they all even went through a phase of trying to use the same hair products as him. 

And yet, looking at him now, she's not sure if there's length enough for even a hair clip. Well, maybe a tiny one, to keep those curls that fall into his forehead out of the way… But still… 

"The line," Harry murmurs. 

Aurora pulls her arm to her chest, and lands her heels back on the floor. 

"Right."

She turns around and takes a couple of steps forward, and an unsettling feeling grows in the pit of her stomach. It squeezes her lungs, and it makes her mouth go dry, so she presses her lips into a hard line and swallows. Then, she takes a deep breath in. And another one.

There's silence between them, until Harry clears his throat. 

"I cut it as soon as I left," he explains, and Aurora glances at him over her shoulder. "I think this is the longest it's been since then." He shrugs. "I'll probably do something about it next week."

Aurora hums, and curls one side of her mouth up. 

"You got a lot of new tattoos, as well."

Harry smiles, albeit sheepishly, and nods once. "Guess I did."

Facing away from him, Aurora can't help but smile again.

What a weird thing it is, to stand in front of Harry after so many years and find everything about him so familiar, yet completely different and strange at the same time. To have grown so distant from his friendship, and yet feel as close to him as she's ever felt before. 

How could she forget about him? 

How could she go through life without thinking about a friend? Without wondering about how they are, or what's going on with their lives?

Shit. 

Tapping one foot on the floor, she grabs her necklace between her fingers. 

She can't spiral into this right now. She hates coming face to face with the person she's become, and this weekend isn't for her to swell into guilt and drama. She's supposed to have fun. She's supposed to let things go. She's supposed to—  

"Auri?" 

Aurora stops the steady movement of her foot, and looks at him over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

Someone from security calls the next passenger, and she follows Harry's movements to walk forward, not even bothering to look where she's going. 

"Nothing." Harry shakes his head, dismissing the subject, but Aurora can see the way his brain is working hard to figure something out. Noah tends to do the same a lot of the time — he'll have questions, and when he doesn't understand the answer, he'll purse his lips and shift his eyes around him, as if looking for a different explanation. 

It appears Harry is going through the same process, because he keeps staring at her arms, and at her hands. And when he pinches at his bottom lip — something she recognizes as an old habit of his — it's enough for her to confirm her suspicion.

"Harry…" She chuckles and rolls her eyes, making sure to keep her voice soft as she calls him out. "Don't be silly. Just say what's on your mind, c'mon."

An amused and short laugh leaves his chest, and she smiles at the way his entire face lights up again. 

"'S nothing… I was just… Because you… I mean, you don't seem to be taking a lot of stuff… Then I realized you… Well… I was wondering…"

There's a bit of silence, and it quickly becomes clear he won't complete any of his half-sentences. 

Aurora half-smiles. "Yes?"

"Sorry." He shakes his head. "Is your husband coming, too?"

"Oh…" She lifts her brows, then puts them down again. 

She nods once, understanding where he's coming from. It is a genuine question, a very reasonable doubt. After all, the last time they saw each other was at the wedding — her wedding — and not many people know about the many changes in her life since then. So she can't expect him to know, nor blame him for asking. 

She doesn't want to say the words out loud, though. Is there a way to tell him without actually telling him?

"Hm, no," she tries. "It's just me. Zack's with Noah." 

Harry hums. He gives her a lopsided smile, and nods. 

Aurora frowns, and turns around to face the line. 

That probably wasn't helpful. It didn't announce Zack isn't in her life anymore. It just seemed like he stayed home with Noah. 

Which he did, yes, but he isn't at home with Noah. He is at his own place, a very fancy apartment he didn't struggle at all to buy after their divorce. 

Ugh! Why is it so hard for her to announce to the world that Zack isn't her husband anymore? He hasn't been for a while now, and it's not like she wishes he would still be. Honestly, figuring out her relationship with Zack keeps being exhausting, no matter how much distance she puts between them. 

Will that ever change? Will things ever get easier for her?

"How's he, by the way?" Harry's voice sounds behind her. "Noah, I mean. Just turned four, right?"

Aurora bites her lip, but it isn't enough to hold back the grin on her face.

People move forward, and they walk a couple of steps. There are only three passengers left in front of the family of five. 

Aurora nods. 

"Yes, he's four now. And he's the most adorable kid in the world! So, so, so sensitive, and so smart" —she walks forward again, but doesn't stop talking— "and now he's getting into this stage of trying to do things by himself, and it's just so endearing to watch! And he's really chatty, too, oh my. He loves telling stories, so he keeps—" 

Aurora widens her eyes, and turns around. 

Harry is beaming at her, and she covers her mouth with one hand. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbles against her palm, then puts it back down. "Sorry, sorry. I'm so—I mean, I know, I'm one of those mums now."

"What?!" Harry laughs. "I was loving it! Was even hoping you'd show me a couple of pictures."

Her cheeks warm up, and she looks at her feet. 

"Right."

Her hair falls to her face, and she takes both hands to put it behind her ears. 

Please, don't blush. 

Please, don't blush. 

Please just keep it together. 

"Hey, I mean it." He places one hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. His hand is warm, but his rings are cold and her skin tingles with goosebumps. Shit. Now, her earlier prayer becomes a silent cry of help for him not to notice her reaction. "He sounds a lot like you, by the way."

Her lips twitch, and she bites her bottom lip to hold back the stupid smile that keeps looming on her face. 

"Well… Would you really like to see some pictures? 'Cause I have plenty of them."

Peeking up at him, she finds him staring and smiling. Harry's hand is still on her shoulder, but it promptly circles her neck, grabbing her opposite side and pulling her forward. 

Aurora holds her breath, crushing against Harry's chest as he squeezes her body and kisses the top of her head. 

"God," he groans, his lips brushing her hair as they move, "you're so adorable. 'S so good to see you again."

Hii! If you're here, thank you so much for reading part one :) it truly means the world to me! I care a lot about this story and these characters, so I'd love to know your thoughts about it — and I hope you'll feel comfortable to share them with me!

Once again, thank you for reading! :)

Dani

PART TWO

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles au #harry styles writing

[apomaro-mellow]

idk how detailed of a prompt ur looking for but: Eddie thinks Steve's chest hair is hot for the bingo

im thinking of them going to the lake or something and Steve takes off his shirt and Eds nearly has a heatt attack bc yeah he'd seen Steve's chest before but he kinda repressed it? along with the whole upside down deal so he's like choking at the sight and at the newly found memory lol

but anything you come up with will be amazing im sure <3

every time i get a prompt i rub my lil raccoon hands together ehehehe

They weren't going to Lover's Lake. That had been the one thing everyone agreed on at first. Too much to unpack but it went without saying that no one wanted to relive the memory of what had happened in those waters. They all packed up and went about three hours away to a totally different town with a totally different lake.

"Summer time, a bunch of teens, a town where no one knows us", Eddie commented as they parked. "Did we just drive into another horror movie set up?"

"I think we can handle some random killer in the woods", Jonathan said.

Eddie couldn't argue. He knew for a fact that Steve had packed away his oh so trusty nail bat and that Nancy was strapped too. At a moment's notice, Robin looked ready to turn a beer into a makeshift molotov. But that was the last thought he wasted on the spring break from hell. Because the moment everything was set up, Steve pulled his shirt off like he was in a goddamn cologne ad.

That unnecessarily sexy way where he grabbed it off his back and pulled it of, shaking out his hair as if it would dare to fall out of place.

So here's the thing.

Eddie saw Steve shirtless that one time back in Hawkins. But it had been dark, and they were on a boat hunting an evil wizard and then in an underworld running from demon bats and there had been a lot going on, okay? He's ogled Steve plenty since then, now that he had time to, but he hadn't had an opportunity to see his naked chest again.

"Put on sunscreen!", Robin shouted, tossing it at Steve's head.

"Ow! Rude!" Steve picked it up and obeyed anyway, starting at his arms. Time seemed to slow. Or maybe Steve was purposely going slow, it was hard to tell. Then his eyes met Eddie and his next stroke up towards his neck seemed very intentional.

Eddie swallowed.

"Mind getting my back?", Steve asked.

Eddie didn't trust his mouth for once, so he just nodded, taking the tube of sunscreen and was definitely not thinking about squirting another kind of creamy white substance onto this beautifully dotted back. He tried to distract himself by looking at what the others were doing. Jonathan had already lit up a joint that he was now passing to Nancy. Robin was laid out in a chair, nose in a book.

Argyle was leading the kids down the shore to where they could rent out canoes. Or was it kayaks? All Eddie knew was that El was adamant on some sort of boating adventure.

"You okay back there?", Steve asked.

"Yep, yup, mhm. Almost done." He was done. The sunscreen was completely gone and he was just rubbing circles into his skin for no reason.

"You mind doing my chest too?"

"Wh-hat?", Eddie choked.

"I don't really like the feel of sunscreen on my hands", Steve justified and that was good enough for Eddie.

He still wasn't prepared for when Steve turned around. Eddie sat between his legs and god this might've been the closest they've ever been. Especially with this little amount of clothes between them, both of them in their swimming trunks and nothing else. Eddie squeezed some sunscreen onto his hands first, rubbing them together and warming it before pressing them to Steve's chest.

Goddamn it felt so....would it get thicker as he got older? It went all the way up to his collarbone and there was just a hint of a happy trail now but maybe with some time...

"They do know we're still here, right?", Nancy asked after letting out a puff. True, they were some feet away but still.

"I've got a spray bottle in case they go below the waist", Robin said, shaking said bottle.

Steddie bingo under the cut

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #thanks for the ask! #no they're not dating #yet #but by the end of this trip they might be #given that steve is straight up seducing eddie LOL

[thelovelylolly]

For the valentines post, could i request 24.27,28 with stucky x reader.

Maybe the boss do something stupid like leave reader out of an important mission to prove buckys innocence, but they leave agent!reader behind while she’s asleep and she feels betrayed and like she doesn’t belong with them. But after some avoidance they finally talk and make up?

Thank you I’m so excited!!

First Mission

Summary: Steve and Bucky leave you behind on Bucky's most important mission, which leads you to avoid them. Warnings: a bit of angst and hurt/comfort, but dw theres a happy ending (and they/them pronouns and 'doll' are used for reader) <3 Word Count: 1185 Notes: i love these men so much like it's BAD so thank u very much for this request lol <3

You knew Bucky's first mission was going to be a big one in order to clear his name. You specifically asked to be assigned to that mission with him and Steve, since the three of you work well together and have a special connection. Plus, you wanted to be there to celebrate Bucky's achievement. You had talked about it with them, but you hadn't noticed the shared look between them.

Even though he wanted you to go, Bucky requested that it would just be him and Steve. It wasn't that he didn't like you, he really did. He didn't want to risk you getting hurt in case things went south. He didn't fully trust himself yet, so he decided that it would be best to keep you at the compound, at least for this mission.

Steve respected his wishes and the two left without you.

The morning after they left, you woke up and went through your usual routine. You made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself a cup of coffee when you noticed Steve and Bucky weren't there. Usually they'd be in the living room, relaxing after their morning run. You'd go over and talk with them as you sipped your coffee.

But the living room was empty and quiet.

You walked over with your mug in your hands and took a seat in your chair, trying to figure out where the boys went when Sam walked into the kitchen.

"Sam?" You called, catching his attention.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Do you know where Bucky and Steve went?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking over at you from the kitchen. "They went on their mission. Did they not tell you?"

You felt your heart drop at Sam's answer and you looked down at your mug, the coffee and creamer swirling inside. Did they leave you behind because you weren't good enough? Did they think you couldn't keep up with them? "No, they didn't. When did they leave?"

"Around midnight," he answered, walking over to you. "They seriously didn't tell you?"

You shook your head, not looking up at him. "I'm as surprised as you are."

Sam noticed your disappointment and sadness, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to your chair.

"Would you, uh, like to hang out with me 'till they get back? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of them for a bit," he offered, smiling at you.

You looked up, returning the smile. "I'd like that."

----

Steve and Bucky's mission lasted about four days, most of it being recon. They were happy to return to the compound, but they were both surprised when you weren't there to greet them. They got cleaned up and changed before heading to the common area, both of them looking for you.

You were in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone as you snacked on an apple. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't look up at them. As if on cue, Sam appeared at your side and you turned your attention to him.

"Ready for our run?" He asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. You had told him that you didn't want to be around Steve or Bucky for a little bit, just to clear your mind, so he offered to go on a run with you.

"Yep!" You answered, eager to get out of the compound.

You two ignored Steve and Bucky as you left, your chatter and laughter getting farther and farther away.

Bucky looked over at Steve, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't," Steve quickly reassured him. "I...I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because we went on the mission alone. You know they wanted to come along."

Bucky sighed. "Yeah, but I didn't want them to get hurt."

Steve walked over and wrapped his arms around Bucky, who instantly relaxed at his touch.

"We'll talk to them when they get back."

----

When you did get back, you went straight to your room and continued to ignore them. It went on like that for a few days. You avoided Steve and Bucky the best that you could, only really hanging out with Sam.

Bucky started to overthink things, thinking he really had made the wrong call when he asked for you not to be on the mission. Steve tried his best to reassure him, but he started to overthink things, too.

The worse part was he knew him and Bucky both had feelings for you. He knew he was falling the moment you joined the team, and he watched as Bucky did, too. They couldn't tell if you were just a good friend or if you felt the same way.

But with you avoiding them and hanging out with Sam, they realized you probably didn't. They still wanted to be your friends, so they decided to finally confront you about the entire situation.

They found you in your room. You absentmindedly told them 'come in' when they knocked, but your mood dropped when you saw who was at you door.

"What do you need?" You asked, clearly not wanting to talk to them.

"We need to talk to you," Steve answered, shutting the door behind him and Bucky.

You sighed, sitting up on the edge of your bed. "About what?"

"You've been avoiding us ever since we got back from the mission-"

"Because you didn't let me come along," you cut Steve off.

"So, that's what this is about?" Bucky asked. "I asked for you not to come because I didn't want you to get hurt, just in case."

"Oh..." You sighed your gaze falling to your lap. "Then, I really overreacted."

"What about you and Sam..." Steve trailed off.

"Oh!" You quickly perk up, standing up from your bed to stand in front of them. "No, no, it's not what you think. I don't like him, I like you. Both of you."

Steve and Bucky's eyes widened at your confession, but you just smiled at them, your face heating up.

"And I've felt this way for a while," you added.

Bucky was the first to smile back, Steve quickly doing the same.

"We feel the same way, doll," Steve replied softly.

You let out a relieved sigh at his words before turning your attention to Bucky. "I didn't ask, but how'd the mission go, Buck?"

"It, uh, it went great. The reports went through and I'm officially cleared for duty and all that stuff," he answered.

Your smile widened. "I am so proud of you, Bucky."

You saw the tension and stress leave his body at your words. You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thank you, doll," he said softly, his arms wrapping around your back and holding you close. He lifted his head and looked over at Steve. "Could you both, um...will you just...hold me? Please?"

Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around you and Bucky. In that moment, with their arms around you, you wished you hadn't ignored and avoided them for so long.

#stucky x reader #stucky x you #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers

[uva124]

¡ Valentino redesing!

We finally have the baby!

(This redesign belongs to the Wish Au "Kingdom of wishes", written by @annymation and illustrated by @emillyverse and me)

This will surely be the redesign where I have the least things to say lol, but I still have some things to comment on so let's go!

At first I hadn't thought much about how I would redesign Valentino, what I was sure of was making him more adorable and cuter so that everyone would want to have a goat as a pet, because if I'm completely honest, Valentino's official design in the Disney movie I didn't find it adorable at all (sorry Disney artists, I know they put effort into drawing and animating but I just didn't like Valentino's design)

(Do you get my point? He's just not cute or adorable, and the voice they gave him didn't help either, or the face idk ,but I thought the joke about his voice at the beginning of the movie was funny ¯_(ツ)_/¯)

So I made a mental list of things I wanted to do (which aren't many if I'm honest): -Make it fluffier and fluffier -Give him other clothes -Add even one symbol in your redesign

Anny sent me several references of goats and concept art, among them I found this one, which I based myself on mainly because 1-I have always liked that animals had moles or spots on their fur or skin 2-When I saw that on their clothes You could see the seams that joined the different fabrics, I realized that it coincided with Asha's redesign (on the sleeves) so I was like: "AWWWWW it matches his mom's clothes!"

In the end I only added a part of it with a different fabric because I didn't want to complicate the design too much, but I liked how it turned out, I added some symbols of the tattoos that exist in the Amazigh culture, which is also to protect the person (or animal in this case) of the bad influences that are around them

I also liked adding that little ball of curly hair on our goat's little head, it just looks so cute!

FINAL COMMENTS!

As I said, this is not very long, but I'm satisfied with how the drawing turned out, I wanted to try something new that looks like the lighting was a sunset, I don't know if it's noticeable but at least it turned out nice lmao, as a curious fact, with this drawing I realized how MUCH my sketches change when I paint them in detail

…..BRO HOW THE HELL DID THIS CHANGE SO MUCH WITHOUT REALIZING ME? (ESPECIALLY ASHA)

Well that's all for now, until next time! ✨✨

#disney wish #wish 2023 #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #wish #sketch #disney #drawing #wish movie #the kingdom of wishes desings #the kingdom of wishes au comic #the kingdom of wishes au #the kingdom of wishes fandom #the kingdom of wishes #wish reimagined #wish rewrite #wish redesign #wish review #disney wish star #wish asha #wish disney #queen amaya #king magnifico #disney movies #disney animation #disney fanart #wish star #kow au #artist

[woeswrites]

Yandere Will Graham

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.

Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Headcannons are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.

You were a recent survivor of an attack

No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper

It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off

He had a dumb, stereotypical name too

The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?

Something like that

The media wasn't very creative with it

Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type

Young men

All of a similar stature

With the same hair and eye color

All known to known be up at all hours of the day

It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes

He was a plain and simple lust killer

Most likely white and in his 30s-40s

Classic closet case turned homicidal

He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing

The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence

He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself

Will knew he'd slip up eventually

This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long

Well--

Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?

Because that's exactly what happened

He was called to the scene with the rest of the team

The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression

You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away

Something about your tear blotched face held him captive

Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand

Normally this would have annoyed Will

He wasn't the talking type

Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable

But something in him didn't mind so much

Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable

Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you

An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances

"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."

"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."

Will tried to start off slow

Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information

You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)

It took Will a second to jot down your responses

He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking

"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"

There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor

Likely a coping mechanism

But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips

By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form

Sure the case was over on his end

But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you

At least a couple times a week

"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"

Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk

The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions

He'd spend all night re-reading the details

Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode

Imagining you on top of him

Knife in hand

Crazed look in your eyes

He tried to shake the image away

He shouldn't be doing this

It wasn't right

You could've died that night

His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants

He tried to push the idea of you out of his head

Usually he'd have more control over himself than this

His resolve was strong at first

He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer

Telling himself he'd drop it

That worked for a couple of days

That was before he started dreaming of you

Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him

He became your attacker that night

He chased you

He ripped apart your clothes

He was the one who you fought off

He's the one who you thrust that knife into

And he loved every second of it

Wait--

No, he couldn't

This was just his empathy disorder

Yeah!

He was just in character

This definitely wasn't him

He would never want to do any of that stuff

And he'd prove it

He had memorized that file from front to back at this point

It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address

He was an FBI consultant

It was basically warranted

Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night

His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works

Not for any particular reason

And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing

This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like

He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find

"Will? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"

You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused

"I thought my case was cleared..."

"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."

You smiled at this

And Will felt his heart ache

You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner

He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life

It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought

It was innocent enough at first

Just drinking and talking

You'd mention how life was after the attack

Will shared a little about his experience with GJH

Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before

But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy

And Will found himself leaning in

One kiss turned into another and another

Will felt a sense of static overtake him

Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine

He felt the strong urge to consume

Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache

Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed

Shock was an understatement

That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back

Will woke up at the loss of warmth

Last night was the best he had slept in years

You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined

His heart sank at the look of regret on your face

"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."

He couldn't just leave now

Not knowing what he did

That you two were made for one another

He'd try to calm you down

"Y/n let's talk about this."

You weren't having it

Mentioning how inappropriate this all was

You'd shove his clothes into his arms

Will tried to console you

Not realizing why you were so worked up

You both did just have the best night of your life after all

You'd back away but he'd continue approaching

"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"

"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."

Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...

It just didn't feel right

Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away

He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face

"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."

You were absolutely bewildered

He reached out and grabbed ahold of you

His grip was almost crushing

Like he was holding on for dear life

"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."

He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow

It felt just like that night all over again

The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out

Only now Will took his place underneath you

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rise and shine, girls 🤍

had an amazing night of sleep and woke up feeling like I've got all the energy in the world. I had a dream about fruits today, that I was at the island and I kept eating every single fruit I could find, and only after eating a bunch of different ones, like half a dozen, I thought "wait, I should give this some thought, what if any of these are poisonous?" and then a little girl showed up and said "no fruit from trees are poisonous!" and. I don't think that's right. I think that little girl was out to get me. but then I just moved on lol

in case you haven't noticed already, I'm pretty excited about finally starting this whole fruitarian thing.

like I said before, I won't be going fruit-only, at least not for now, because I want to give my body lenience to get used to this; but yesterday I watched a lot of videos about people who are full fruitarians and it gave me a new perspective on the matter, even an environmental one. I hadn't even considered it, but the amount of water it takes to grow fruit is immensely lower than it takes to produce beef or chicken, and eating stuff that comes from trees rather than from crops is obviously extremely more kind to the environment. it made me that much more excited to become at least a part-time fruitarian, but who knows? maybe I'll make this the base of my diet after some practice. I could see that happening, since my town has so many amazing producers.

today's goals are: 5km walk + 1h30 yoga & pilates + 20% read 🤍

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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Christmas Surprise (Dwayne x Fem!Reader)

So this was inspired by this prompt "Christmas pregnancy announcement" and as soon as I read that my brain went to Dwayne, and I knew that I HAD to write this. Also I went off of @auntvamp 's headcanon that it could be possible for the boys to get a girl preggos if she was a vampire as well. Cause I fully agree with that, with a human girl it's a no go, vamp girl, definitely possible lol. Hope everyone enjoys it ☺️

Word count: 1,360

Pairing: Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

 You couldn't believe this was really happening, and honestly you were surprised he hadn't noticed yet, but you supposed it was still very early. You knew that you wanted to tell everyone though, and you knew you wanted to make it special, so that was how you ended up here at the boardwalk with Star, Laddie staying with the boys tonight while the two girls "shopped til they drop" as Paul put it, causing Laddie to quickly become concerned for you and Star until you explained what it meant and that the two of you would not hurt yourselves.

"Are you nervous?" Star asked, looking over at you while the two of you made your way along the shops, grabbing last minute gifts for the boys.

"Of course," you laughed.

"I mean, I have always wanted this but, I think everyone in my situation is nervous" you added, watching Star nod before a smile spread on her lips.

"Are you excited?"

"Unbelievably!" You squealed, watching as she laughed.

"This is something we had talked about but we always said it as if it were only a small possibility" you told her, thinking about all those late morning conversations you had while wrapped up in the sheets with Dwayne.

"He is going to be over the moon," she smiled.

"Which is exactly why I want this to be perfect" you smiled back before entering your first shop.

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Six shops later and you had Christmas gifts for everyone, there was just one place left to go.

"Ok we don't see them anywhere right?" You asked as you and Star looked around the crowd.

"No, but just to be on the safe side, I'll stay outside, a little ways away just so in case they come I can steer them in a different direction and they won't know" Star told you with a smile.

"You are the best! I won't be long" you smiled back before disappearing into the small baby shop. The sound of soft music filled your ears as you took in the store, racks and racks of baby clothes from newborn to toddler, toys, car seats, cribs, diapers, soap, creams, everything.

"Hello!" The young woman behind the counter smiled.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Um" you thought for a moment, wondering if this would be a stupid question.

"So I want to surprise my boyfriend with the news and I know it's closing in on Christmas but…Do you happen to have any sort of Halloween clothes left? It's sort of a style for us" you stated, motioning towards your darker attire. You were sure the girl was going to laugh and tell you that you were crazy, but to your surprise she headed towards a back room, stating that they had a few things left over. You waited as she brought out the small pile, laying them out for you.

"We have these," she started

"Mommy's little werewolf"

"Future Frankenstein"

"Daddy's little witch"

"Vicious lil Vampire"

"That one!" You smiled excitedly, looking up at her and quickly calming yourself.

"We love vampire movies" you lied, watching her nod.

"Would you like me to put this in a box so he doesn't see it?"

"Oh yes please, thank you so much"

"No problem at all. So how far along are you?" She asked while packing it up.

"Not far, I just found out today with a test"

"Your excitement says this was something you two really wanted," she laughed, while ringing that up as well as the other shirt you had found while she was in the back room.

"It's something we have talked about a lot, he's really good with kids" you smiled, thinking about him with Laddie, he had told you so many times about how he had wanted kids when he was human, but it just never happened. But he had hoped, now that you were a vampire as well, that maybe it would be possible, little did he know.

"Well from the sounds of it you have a keeper on your hands" she smiled, handing you the very discrete box.

"I'm so happy for you both, congratulations" she added, and you once again found the reality of it all washing over you…This was really happening.

"Thank you so much! You'll definitely be seeing more of me, and him" you laughed.

"We're always open! Have a nice night and Merry Christmas" she stated before you made your way out, quickly meeting up with Star and heading back towards the rides where you knew the boys would be. This was going to be exciting.

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Christmas couldn't come fast enough in your opinion, you all of course would be opening gifts as soon as the clock hit midnight, and you were unsure of who was bouncing around more, Laddie or Paul. The boys happily opened their presents. You and Star got Paul a bunch of new cassettes that he went crazy over, Marko received a bunch of patches and different trinkets you both knew he would like, and the fact that he immediately started holding them up to his jacket to figure out where to sew them confirmed that. Star had gotten David a box of really fancy cigars, and you gave him some books that you thought he would really enjoy, which by the smile he gave you, he approved. Laddie received new toys as well as books, which he was very excited about and began playing with immediately. Star gave Dwayne some poetry books as well as a new skateboard, and you handed Dwayne his gift. Kissing back when he leaned over to give you a quick kiss. He gently untied the bow and you took the moment to hand Laddie his other gift. When Dwayne lifted the lid of the box he went still, and for a moment you wondered what was going through his head, not wanting to pry and see for yourself. You watched him blink, slowly place down the lid and pick up the small baby onesie and pregnancy test, he stared at it for a long moment, the entire cave going quiet as you realized everyone was in shock.

"Is this…"

"Yeah"

"You're really?"

"Yeah" you smiled as your eyes met, his own slightly brimming with unshed tears as he looked at you.

"Really?" He breathed, almost as if he was afraid this was just some sick joke and you would tell him that you were lying.

"Really baby" you smiled, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your still small stomach, the stomach that would soon have a baby bump.

"I'm pregnant" you breathed, and in an instant his lips were on yours, his arms wrapping around you as he poured every ounce of love that he had into the action. He had always wanted this, dreamed of it, but for so long thought it was impossible..and yet here you were, telling him that it was possible, telling him that it was happening…He was going to be a dad.

"I love you" he breathed against your lips, while you reached up to wipe his wet cheeks.

"I love you too baby" you smiled while leaning in to kiss him again.

"Dwayne look!" Laddie spoke excitedly, and Dwayne looked over, laughing and smiling at the boy who now sported a shirt that read

"Worlds best big brother"

"The title fits," he told the boy as he smiled even more.

"So we get to have a little niece or nephew running around?" Paul's voice cracked, and you looked over at him, noticing him wiping his own face, Marko looking away to try to hide his tears.

"Yeah, you'll have a little vamp running around" you nodded.

"We'll take good care of them, of the both of you" David spoke as he walked up to you, leaning down to kiss your head.

"I know you will, this is the best family a child could ask for" you spoke while looking at all of them, before leaning over and kissing Dwayne again.

"And you're gonna be the best father a child could ask for"

"You'll be the best mom" he smiled back.

Dwayne really deserves to be a father!!

Also here is the little baby onesie which can actually be found on Etsy!

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Dreams, Sofas, and Whines:

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so a little bit ago I stumbled across some smut writing prompts and i couldn't stop thinking about them + Kevin and well... it kinda just spiraled from there

promts: "care to help me out?", " Were you dreaming about me again?"

waningz: Oral sex (f receiving), kissing, smut in general, Kevin being not confident in his oral skills lol, sex dreams, couch sex, cursing, clit kissing? Kevin & y/n are fwb, verrry slightly hinted at romantic feelings, afab reader, Kevin’s parents think something’s goin on between y’all (idk if that’s a warning just wanted to put it in there), reader fooling themself into think they don’t wanna fuck Kevin, lots of talk about boners lol, first time having sex with each other, Kevin comes in his pants (no idea what thats called), slight overstim (m receiving), dry humping, switching positions? Don't think there's any mention of reader having tits but reader does have a vagina, finger sucking, Kevin asks reader to guide him as he’s eating them out, hand job, cum eating, reader calls Kevin good boy, and Kevin calls reader sweetheart, mentions of food and talking about kevins hands around a cup with condensation, kevins hands? I’m sorry it’s not edited well :( AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BIO SAYING YOURE NOT. A. MINOR!! BEFORE INTERACTING OR ELSE I WILL BLOCK YOU

You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn’t stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.

You made your way over to him on the sofa. And where greeted with the blissed-out face of him laid, squirming and wigging, on your sofa. he looked so pretty, you thought. There was that slight smile on his face even in sleep. And... oh god he was bucking his hips up toward noting, trying to search for some sort of friction. Your stomach did a kicking routine and, before you knew it your underwear was sticking to our drenched core. Shit, you nearly moaned out, stopping yourself before you got loud enough to wake him. He was having a sex dream... If you couldn't believe it now, then the way he whined out your name made it feel even more real to you. oh shit, it was almost like you couldn't wrap your head around that concept. That he was not only having an apparently very vivid sex dream, but that very vivid sex dream had you in the center of it.

You shook your head and him, before sighing and making your way back to your room. That was when you heard him stirring. You stopped dead in your tracks, cursing to yourself. It seemed like he was still half asleep when get let out a final groan of ecstasy. “Mmmf!” He funnily shot up to look at who was there. And was met with you slowly turning around to meet his eyes. You knew you couldn’t just tell him it was a dream and force hint or go back to bed. Neither of you could. Definitely not with a very prominent tent you could see even through the blanket that he was holding over his chest like he was naked and caught changing.

Which, in all honesty wasn’t that differ t with what you actually caught him with. But this time he had a shirt on… and pj pants… and you didn’t think pjs could ever look that good on someone until now. It was just a regular white tee shirt, a little (very nicely) disfigured and tousled looking, and well ya know pj bottoms. But god, did you wanna take them off. Make the collar of that shirt damp from you sucking at the spot on his neck right about where the white threads stared.

He sunk deeper into the covers he had pulled to his hips when he sat up, realizing what you had walked in on. He leaned forward awkwardly in a miserably failing attempt to hide the ahem problem he was having. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to stay calm. "Hey!" He said way too happily for the time of night it was and for what had just happened. Cool, you thought, so this is what he wants to do: pretend he wasn't just moaning out my name like he was about to cum?

You gave the man a little wave. "Hey." You started, trying to maintain eye contact, "Sorry I just-- uh" Your stupid eyes just had to choose that moment right then to dart right back down to tent underneath thin blanket. He noticed it too, and bashfully went back to hunching over awkwardly. Why did he have to relax? Doesn't he realize that-- "I though you were having a nightmare. Ya know... you've been telling me... ya know." You rambled.

If it was even possible, he looked even more embarrassed now then before. Before, it was like an, oh shit my fly is unzipped thing. Now, it was like, Oh shit I don't have any pants on thing. He folded his arms and stuck his palms in his armpits, his thumbs tapping wildly at his collarbone where they rested. A sure sign of being nervous of how and what he'd say next. "Oh yeah, that..." He trailed off, as if just remembering. It sounded to you like somebody shouldn't even be "just remembering" now that they've been having bad dreams for a while.

You tried to play it off in your own mind, thinking that maybe he was just embarred by you bringing them up in a situation like this. But you knew him, and this wasn't one of those situations. You couldn't bare to keep lying to yourself about him like that anyways. So why was he acting like he just remembered that? It was almost like... like he was lying. You know that thing people do when they just remember a lie they made up a while ago and try to pass it off like it was totally real? Yeah, that.

So that meant... oh. OH! All this time it hadn't been nightmares. How could you not realize that? Now that you were thinking about it, it kinda was pretty obvious. Maybe it was just what you had wished to believe. NO matter if he did a really bad job at hiding it or not, you knew Everything now. And you also knew that he was looking at your lips currently. His eyes flickering between them and your eyes. Almost like. Like he was asking for permission to kiss you. You smirked at him. Finally he thought. "Where you dreaming bout me again?" You asked

He looked away. And I’m an attempt to hide him doing that he then rolled his eyes. Gosh even him rolling his eyes looked hot. You really needed to stop. “Again?” He scoffed. You took another step forward towards you sofa. “So, you’re still not denying that you were dreaming about me. At least this once.” You knew inside that him only dreaming about you this one little time wasn’t true. If it had been there would’ve been a way bigger chance you’d just leave it alone. Then promptly leave the room. But the that wasn’t the case now was it?

“well I’m not—“ he tried to explain. You shut him up with crossing your arms and wetting your lips. You gave him the look. Like bitch you better not play with me. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. Finley you nearly whispered. He looked too pretty to be hidden away under a blanket of shame. “Listen,” he started before taking a large breath. Apparently preparing to either rap or deliver a sermon. “Yes. This isn’t the fist one. And only saying that because I know you know. I’ve been trying to hide it but—“ “Kevin I-“ you tried to interrupt him. Talk some sense into the poor guy. But eh only held up his hand at you.

“I’m just so sorry, ok! I know I know. It’s sounds gross. I-I sound gross! For thinking of you that way when we’re only friends and you know it’s weird for me, your friend to be thinking of you that way. Much more dreaming! I understand if you hate me now or you need space. Until I figure… whatever this is out. Or just until whenever you need. Haha it’s uh all up to you really. I get why you would be disappointed in me. I mean, I’m disappointed in me. Cause—“ you grabbed his jaw to shut him up. He blinked a few times, maybe to clear his head like you had done the moment you waked into this situation.

You weighed your options for the hundredth time. You wanted this. Him. And now that you knew he wanted you in the same way you couldn't stop thinking about that that would be like. To have him, for him to have you. Tangled together in a buddle of pure bliss and need, and satisfaction. It'd feel like a breath of fresh air, you thought. You wanted that. Needed it. Both of you did. And at that exact moment, he offered you a small smile, one that meant the world to you. His eyes crinkled beautifully as his lips curled upwards.

He relaxed in your hold. You decided tom bring him a little closer to your lips. And at the joy you saw in his eyes when you did so, you brought him closer still. It was a slow and steady progression. One that, in how much silence you too were in might have been awkward for anyone else. But not you too. It might've taken a couple tentative minutes, but that was how the two of you were.

And then finally, without another moments hesitation, his lips were on yours. And it really did feel like a breath of fresh air to have him there. Moving against you in perfect sync. His back was craned towards you just like his neck, his hand pressed hard into the sofa cushion. Enough to make an intent probably till morning. You shuddered that the thought-- that him and pieces of him would be there till morning. But finally, you decided to relive him of his oddly craned back. You didn't want it aching in the morning. At least that's what you told yourself. You placed a knee on the edge of the sofa cushion. Maybe this was a far as him or you wanted to go, and that would be fine. You just wanted to test if this was going to be the boundary.

But he smiled even more so into the kiss as his other palm came up to hold your face. Much to your delight he even leaned back a little. Though his back wasn't quite hitting the back of the cushion. That was where you'd really like to have him. You were between his legs, the blanket getting farther and farther away from either of yours skin. He let out the first whimper of the night when you got a little closer, his back hitting those cushions with a thud and bouncing off them. His lips formed into a line as he pressed them together, eyes widened and lust blown instead of crinkled now. You leaned in again, cherishing the freeing feeling of his lips. Only for him to chuckle as you got closer. You smiled in return. You scooted close enough to feel his bulge beneath your fingertips. He shuddered at the touch.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He pants when he pulls away. For a moment he just took in your features, no worries about what it'd seem like if he stared at you a second too long. At least not for now. "Care to help me out?" He asked, slapping his hands to his sides. Where was this coming from? You wondered. Being forehead like that wasn't really his forte. And it seemed like he realized how out of character that was for him too. But none the less you still answered him by grabbing both his wrists and placed them on your sides. A silent invitation that you wanted him to "help you out" too.

He immediately set to work, rubbing up and down your sides. It felt so warm and comforting. Having his hands run up and down you. He was still tentative not to get any further down your hips. But you had placed his palms there for a reason. You needed him to touch you. You leaned down to kiss him, grabbing both sides of his face. The kiss felt more needy now. If that was even possible. Like both of you were more urgent to lay the other down.

And lay him down you did. This felt so right with you on top of him. Your bodies pressed together comfortably. You bit down on his bottom lip and he whined again. This time louder, higher in pitch. Fuck you really wanted to hear that again. He brakes the kiss again, his thumbs drawing circles on your tummy. He moistens his lips before speaking, "But really, I'd hate for this to make it weird between us. You mean the world to me. I dunno what I'd do without you. Especially if I knew I drew you away." He nervously coughs and swallows at his own words, probably not expecting for them to be too serious and heavy at a time like this. You were taken aback for a moment, he was just as shocked as you were.

"It'll only be 'weird' if we make it that way, hm? And I'm pretty sure neither of us are feeling anything close to weird right now." You assure him, glancing down at that tent in his pants. He smiles to himself an ducks his head downward to your neck, landing a kiss on it's side. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. Warm lips touching heated skin. "Besides, I could never feel any other way but happiness with you." You added. At that moment he was still close to your neck. But when you said that he glanced up at you before thrusting his head to meet your lips again in an almost chaste kiss. "Yeah, I could say the same about you." He mumbled against your lips. "And you're sure you don't hat me for having those... dreams?" He said tentatively. You kiss him and he smiles at you. "Fuck no. I love em." You said before the both of you dove right back in. You palmed him as he breathed out a moan at eh contact.

You smirked to yourself, feeling proud you could make him feel this way. He practically sounded relieved. "Ah! I-I wanna make you feel good too." He said, stuttering because of the pleasure he was finally getting. Precum was already probably starting to pearl at his tip. At his words you started to grind against his thigh. He flexed it for you and jerked it upwards in time with your movements. "Oh, my-- Fuck!" You moaned, as quietly as you could. God it really did feel good. Better than you'd expected. You taking the lead here and grinding on him what just what he both of you needed. For one, his thigh bone was hitting your clit just right for you to feel like lolling your head back and screaming his name.

You ran your fingers down is chest, feeling of him with one hand. The other was pulling at the strands at the back of his neck. And lost in the feeling of the moment, his mind only filling with the thought that you were feeling good. Sure, you were currently palming him and he never wanted you to stop. But him (even if that part of him was his thigh.) He was making you feel good. He didn't realize how much that thought effected him until he felt his high coming. He started bucking up into your palm, barely unable to think straight and stop the sighs and breathy whines spilling from his mouth. Which for some reason could not stay all the way closed by the way. He really didn't want to come now. He couldn't, not with the whole night ahead of you too.

And it'd also be kinda embarrassing if he came from you palming him that quickly anyways. But goddam the sounds you were making. Right in his ear too. He had to act now or he'd never stop himself. You barely noticed how long you had been grinding on him while palming him still until Kevin slowed your movements. He grasped your hand as well. "No no no," He protested. "I don't want to cum yet." You stopped, unsure of what to do next. He flipped the too of you over so you where now under him. He swallowed you lips whole. Engulfing them in his own in a clash of the heat coming from both of you. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off and out of the way. But he just couldn’t seem to tear himself away from you mouth. Probably smiling into the kiss way more than someone who was currently kissing their friend “just cause they’re horny” should be. You could tell he was trying to maintain being cool, calm, and collected. But by the way he was fumbling over the piece of cloth he was trying to get past his shoulders. (And by the way he was awkwardly trying to avoid his boner) He wasn't doing the best job at hiding what he was really feeling.

He didn't even think to move the shirt away from the two of you on the sofa, absent-mindedly placing it beside him as he leaned down towards you again. Thinking that now that he got a taste of you, he'd never be able to stop. And his enthusiasm showed that too. The kiss might've been sloppy, but neither of you wanted to pull away for air because of just how good and right it all felt. You run your hands over every part of his torso, wanting to memorize it. All the while he presses open mouthed kisses on your neck. He groaned at the felling of your warm hands on his skin. The sound reverberating through you and going straight to your core.

He finally pulls himself away from your wonderful lips. You're a little confused when he gets up suddenly and makes his way down your body. He puts in fingers in the waistband of your pants. "Can I... can I eat you out?" He asks. And did he really think you'd say no? How the fuck could you ever refuse that? Not like you've been having dreams about him snaking his togue down your folds and sucking on your clit. So he gently pulls your pants down like he was afraid he'd mess up an act so trivial as that. He places them by his shirt that was somehow kicked onto the floor at some point in the last few minutes. You can see him swallow thickly when you help him shimmy out of your underwear. He mumbled an "oh shit." In what nearly sounded like a moan coming from him like that. And it only made you wetter. He licks his lips in a way that almost made it seem like he was teasing you.

He licks a long stripe up you, landing at your clit and staying there for a second. Just testing the waters for now, but it was a whole new type of ecstasy for you. You let out a strangled moan and he dives in at the sound. With his newfound eagerness (or maybe now he just wasn't holding back his want for you) He latches his mouth into your clit like a man starved of water and sucks. His lips wrapped around you and his ears listening to what pace made you moan the loudest. He whines into you in return, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you and up your veins. Your hands find their way to his shoulders again, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his back. "Shit, shit, shit" you chant. And he's trying. Trying so damn hard to stop himself from coming apart at the seams and turning into a mess when you start bucking your hips into his face. He takes a second to move away from you.

"This okay?" He asks, looking up at your wit hooded eyes clouded with even more lust, and want, and pure need than before. Your hands went to his hair to move him closer to your pussy. "God yes." You pant, "Why'd you stop?" It sounded like a plea. And Kevin wasn't about to refuse you. It's just, you knew this but... he'd only done this once before .And he didn't even think he was that good at it then. What about now? Years later. And he knew what worked for one person probably wouldn't work for the other. So if he was being honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to remember what you told him you liked a while ago. What you had talked about with him. But his mind was so overwhelmed with the taste pf you, the scent of you, that he was here, with you, doing this, the sound of your moans for him, and just plain old making sure he doesn't embarrass himself and 1) not make you feel good. And 2) cum in his pants or make a weird sound that turns you off. So after licking another stripe up you, sticking to what he knows, he pulled away form you again. You, thinking that he wants to kiss you, don't think much of it. Until he speaks.

His hands go to your his and rest there, rubbing your skin. "Can you guide me?" He asks. You nearly let you a pleasured sigh at the thought. Now you really wish he'd kiss you. "Thought you'd never ask." So you knotted your fingers in his hair again and guided him back down to your dripping pussy. He let out a breathy moan at the sensation of your fingers curled in his hair, firmly planted at the roots, almost feeling like you were grounding him. He can't help it anymore, his hips start to jolt an buck into the sofa cushion. The friction he feels is all too much and not enough all at once. He wants more. More more more of you. And he can't seem to stop. But really, he probably should. He buries his face in you slowly, his nose hitting your clit. You groan. He goes back up to it and plants a little kiss there, making you repeat the sound. Then... he's lost on what to do again. "A little down." You step in. He moved from your clit to your hole and dips his pretty wet tongue into you. That's when you just about lost it. "Oh Fuck!" He wiggles it around inside of you, stretching you out with just his tongue beautifully.

"That-- keep doing that." You pant. trying hard to keep yourself from stuttering. More spit gets mixed with your juices and it becomes messier, more frantic as his lips buck faster and start rolling into the cushion. The fabric of his underwear beginning to grow a wet patch where his cock was confined. "Flatten your tongue." You say, your eyes never leaving his as he glances up at you. You guide him up to your clit again and he does just as he was instructed. "Good boy." You mumble out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulders. You start bucking into his face again, trying your hardest not to suffocate him. You tug on his hair to bring him closer to you. And he whines out. The sound again going straight to your core. Shit you really were close, you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue. He grips your hips a little tighter. His fingers sneaking downwards towards your tights. His thrusts into the edge of your sofa become deeper and more frantic and he can't hold back any longer. He literally cannot.

After trying to concentrate on you more than his need to release. (Bad idea, now all he can think about is how you taste.) He licks, and swirls his tongue the way he came to realize you liked it after trial and "error" that felt more like teasing all around just where you needed him most for you. You could feel how much he was really paying attention to how loud you moaned and how much you squirmed under him when he did something a little different; Your hands grasped his hair a little tighter as he started fucking you with that delicious tongue of his. That's when, with a final buck of his hips into your sofa he spilled in his pants with a series of whines, never once pulling his mouth away from you.

The vibrations and those lovely sounds he was making was sending you over the edge. With his face burred in your cunt, you couldn't help but look down at him. And to your surprise he was already looking deep into your eyes this whole time. You couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at that way when he was coming. And god, the thought of him coming in his pants untouched from just him licking you. It did something to your already nearly coming state. A second later and you were coming apart just as desperately as he was. He made sure to lap up every bit of release you so lovingly spilled out for him. He was still grinding down onto your sofa cushions, not really caring about that dull ach that was starting to form within him. He's just still too hard to think about anything else than feeling relief again. And you're still bucking up into his face, no mater how breathless you are from his mouth.

You start getting aroused again from his mouth still being on you. "K-kiss, please." Is the first word uttered between the two of you after starting to come down from your highs. Kevin says it, you comply. He shoots up towards you and this time you're the one who is swallowing his lips whole with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue. He couldn't help but breath out a little whine into you. It's more of a sigh of relief more than anything, though. All breathy, and stupidly hot sounding. Too good not to try and get out of him again.

He's closer to you know. His crotch on your thigh. Definitely in a much better position, you think. And that's when an idea pops into your head. You smirk into his lips and roll your hips into him. He freezes, his lips stoping thier movements on yours for a moment. He doesn't know how he should respond to this. Should he return the gesture? Should he just keep kissing you and not do anytging about it? Do you wanna go again cause fuck he would not in the slightest be opposed to that. He slowly pulls his kiss blown, wet, and puffy lips away from you. You can't help but think that you're mezmerized by the taste, the feeling, of him him him. "Can I--" He can barely get the words out of his mouth, his mind too clouded by pure lust for you. And maybe just a little bit of nervousness of what you're going to say. Luckily, you know what he was aiming for. "Yes! Fuck, god please yes." You say quickly.

At that moment, just like before. All you want is him. Near you, on you, all over you it really doesn't matter. And by the look in his eyes and the way he feverishly kisses you after you stop talking he might even want it more than you if that was even possible. Not a minute later he grinds into you, unable to stop himself, really. You just feel so good. Any of you and all of you. Even if it was "just your thigh." Though it wasn't "just" anything to him. far from it. Any part of you he could have. Whatever part of yourself you'd let him partake felt wonderful to him. He starts panting again as you chase his thigh and grind up against him. You let out a throaty groan. And wow, before then he didn't think someone's thigh could fee so nice. So satisfying to all his senses and more. His sweat pants clad legs. Oh god you never thought that someone’s thigh could feel so good to you. He had it positioned just right, no doubt on purpose. So that whenever either of you two moved his right bone that would wonderfully flex would rub up against your clit deliciously. In a way that made you wanna suck and bite on his lips. And that made you realize that he still has his pants on. And that now, you really wanted to see him. All of him. So only one of you having your pants off simply won't do. You snuck your hand down to his bulge just like before.

"it feels really ah! good when y-you do that." He sighed out when your hand made contact with his length. He bucked into your hand then looked at you with sorry eyes. He had a feeling he knew you were just trying to remove his pants. And he wouldn’t be supposed to that. You’d be equal. Skin on skin. And you know not trying to give him a hand job. But he really couldn’t help himself.

Believe me, he wanted to. He really wanted to. But you, both of you, here, like together. It was too much to handle. He realizes he probably sounds really needy. But he also realizes that you don't seem to mind. If anything, it kinda looks like you enjoy him being like this for you. He let the final bit of nervousness that bubbled up out of him and into his mind slip away from his mind as you slipped off his pants. You take a final glance at him before you, under you. Asking for permission by toying with the elastic of his boxers. He nods his head. "Mmhm. Yes... Please." He breathed. You slip your fingers expertly inside just like you had so easily pulled off his pants. Your fingers come in contact with his rock hard dick and all thoughts leaves his mind. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to throw his head back and let the moan fly past his lips about just how good it all feels with you on top of him like this. He also really wants to lean forward towards you and suck on your neck or your chest, or just something to show you how much he likes what you're doing.

He settles for a groan into your skin.

You grind down on him, his thigh providing a perfect sensation to bring you closer to your high. It seems to hit you just right. And if you had been wearing your underwear and shorts still you would've long soaked through them. It was like him and body was practically made for you. "You know you can touch me too, right?" You asked him, sounding a little more breathless than you wanted to from all those wonderful sensations he was giving you. Looking down at the man, you saw he was halfway unraveled under you. At the invitation his hands shoot up to your hips and run up and down your sides, taking a second to respond cause of how delicious your hand felt wrapped around him tightly like it was. "Oh, uh yeah-- mm! sorry." He broke his sentence when your thumb brushed past his tip. That made him want to give you more too. You know, make you feel the same wonderful way you were making him?

He flexed his thigh again and bucked it up into you to meet the next roll of your hips halfway. "Oh, god-- Kevin!" You grunted. "S-top, stop teasing." He whimpered at your words. He felt good. Well, more than good knowing that he made you feel that way. No longer was he focused on both of you. Now it was just all you and how he could bring you to the edge along with him. Both of you are panting, the skin of your legs sticking together and your torso feeling just as hot at your core as his warm lovely hands feel around you. In a spur of the moment decision, he holds your hips, steadies them, and helps you grind on his thigh. You let out a long breathy sigh of relief at the feeling he's made for you. This angle makes the stimulation a little harder, and boy does it make you go into overdrive. Your hand picks up speed stroking him as he helps you get off on him, loving and relishing the thought himself.

It feels like heaven in a moment this way. All of your slick is pooling onto him. But he doesn't mind, it makes him wanna cum right now actually. Your heat starts pulsating on him a few seconds later and neither of you could take it anymore. IT was the feeling of his bare warm thigh rubbing up against your bare heat as it feels like he's almost torturing your clit with how good it feels. The both of you came together. Him with a high pitched strangled moan and you with something equally as desperate. He whines deliciously with his face buried into your neck. Noting else on either of your minds except each other. Your fingers become sticky with his release to match the skin of his thigh. You're left panting and wreathing as you fall on top of him, his chin landing on top your head and planting a kiss there a second later. You're still clenching around noting as he wraps his arms around your back.

Your hand releases him and you slide yourself off his thigh. He lets out a hiss because of how sensitive he is and because of the loss of the warm comforting contract of your palm. He faces you as you lay there beautiful next to him. You're all sweaty and tired from the lovely whirlwind you took each other on, but to him you couldn't have looked more amazing as your panting faded away in sync. "Sorry I made a mess on your hand." He said into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and kiss nose rubbing up against you. You perked up at that, almost having forgotten about it before. You looked down at your hand at your side. "Oh yeah... that." You chuckled, bringing your fingers to your mouth as you made eye contact with him. He seemed to realize what you were about to do and grabbed your wrist the minute it was close enough to his reach.

You watched him as he guided them to your mouth and dipped them in ever so gently that the touch would barely be viewed as anything sexual. He looked at your in awe as you sucked on your own fingers. Once they were out of your mouth he did the same with his own, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue the same way you had done with his. It brought him back to not long ago when he was licking you to your first orgasm. And he never wanted to stop tasting you, and it. "God, y/n." He starts, throwing his head back onto the pillow he had slept on earlier you both were cuddled up on, "You taste so good." You enveloped his lips in a kiss, your mouths moving in perfect sync just as before. Everything you both felt poured into one act seemingly as simple as that. You both eventually (sadly) had to brake apart. You tucked the hair that fell into Kevin's face up and behind his ear, your fingers lingering there for a moment. He popped up into a sitting position.

"I'll go get a cloth for the uh... mess." HE gestured towards his leg and the rest of his release on your hand as he was searching for his pants underneath the messy blanket. He slipped them on, not bothering with his shirt, not like you minded one bit. He really was a sight to see. A second later you heard the water running in your bathroom and pulled yourself off the sofa too. Your feet hit the cold floor with a chill, already missing his warmth. You shimmed on your underwear and headed to where Kevin was found, standing in front of your sink shutting off the water. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him peel down his pants and wipe of the remnants of your slick off his thigh. You didn't think about much while you were posted there, just breathing lightly and freely. Just like you always felt you could around him. Once he was done and he had cleaned off your hand (he insisted he do it.)

You kissed him dearly. Neither of you really want to let go or think about what any of this would mean for both of you. Just that it felt really good and really right. You pulled him down to you more, seated on your toilet. His hands found their places on either side of you. A feeling safe rather than caged in. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. "We've got all night... Or forever to do whatever you want. Whichever one works." He smiles

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[starpirateee]

Can I request some just pure curtwen angst lol. Like one of them is injured on a mission and the other is UNBELIEVABLY worried or they have a conversation abt self-hatred or something

You know what I don't do enough? Owen being in the line of fire... So y'know what? I'm gonna experiment a little here, I'm gonna get this man bloody, beat him up a little, and see where it goes

Owen knew the way, he was confident of that much. The place that Curt had told him to rendezvous was familiar enough, all that was left was to get there. And that was where it got difficult, because it was currently a chore just to keep himself upright, let alone keep himself on track. Presently, the only thing stopping him from highlighting his every step with a trail of blood was the spare cloth he'd found in his kit bag, that was doing numbers in alleviating the flow of blood spilling from a gash at his hip.

Every other step he took burned with a kind of intensity that he wished he wasn't familiar with. Knowing himself as well as he did, this wouldn't be the last time he found himself in a bar fight for the sake of the job— it certainly wasn't the first occurence, in any case— but next time, he promised himself that he wouldn't be so sloppy.

He felt his weight start to shift, grit his teeth, and kept on pushing. He always would, as long as physically possible. If he focused on something else— the sound of his footsteps against the pavement, or the way his leather jacket felt in this position, or every breath that thundered through his ears— the pain wasn't… That bad.

He regretted thinking that within the moment.

In fact, it was that bad. He'd lost a fight, hilariously outnumbered, and now he was paying the price for it. God, where was Curt? Surely this rendezvous point couldn't be this far away…

"Owen, Jesus Christ!"

Time had passed. Owen wasn't sure of how much, but he did know that he hadn't made it. At some point, he had hit the pavement, and no matter how much he forced himself to try, he couldn't pull himself up without succumbing to the violent tremor that overtook his system.

He hadn't found Curt, but Curt had found him. Enough time had passed for him to have gotten concerned. Owen had a habit of mentioning that he would return by a certain time. Normally, he stuck to it. His timekeeping was impeccable, and Curt knew to trust that, so when he missed that margin, there was normally a cause for concern.

Owen looked up at him, registering the way his brow was drawn. "Curt…"

Immediately, Curt had noticed the blood staining Owen's shirt, and the cloth that he was trying to press against his side. He helped him to his feet without a word, and made sure he was well supported. "The hell happened to you?"

Owen readjusted, making sure that the cloth was still firmly planted against the gash. "It… didn't go as planned…"

"Are you kidding me? That's what you're going with?"

"Don't worry about it, Curt," Owen tried to insist.

"Don't worry? Don't worry?! O, I don't know if you you've noticed, but you're bleeding out on the street right now, and you're more than an hour later than you said you'd be."

"Yeah, I got held up. It's fine…"

"What, held up against a wall while someone beat the shit outta you?"

Owen faltered as they turned the corner, and tried to pretend like that wasn't entirely accurate. "It doesn't look that bad, does it?"

"That's what happened, isn't it?" Curt sighed when Owen nodded silently, and tried to focus on getting them both to the rendezvous point. "Where?"

"Bar. Some bellend packed a knife—" He staggered, and Curt's supporting arm gained a reflexive, brighter grip as he fought to keep Owen upright. He sighed, despising the way his chest seemed to shake upon his every breath. "And I got caught up in the crossfire, that's all."

Curt didn't say anything further until the two of them were inside. It was painful enough watching Owen try to shrug off what was quite a serious wound in his side, but it was even more painful when they got to the rendezvous point and he started grabbing the supplies to fix himself up like Curt wasn't there at all. The more he tried to ask about it, the more he knew Owen was going to shrug it off, so he almost let him get on with it.

Almost.

"Owen, why d'you insist on doing that yourself? I am right here…"

Owen pulled from his pocket the flask and stared down at the equipment for a while, half lost in the offer and half waiting on his mind to catch up and come up with something viable. Nothing happened, though. He didn't try to contradict Curt's offer, nor claim once again that he was fine, nor try to think of any reason why he was so reliant upon his insistence to claim independence out of this job.

Because, as a rule, he didn't have to.

And he knew he wasn't entirely okay, as far as that word would be stretched. The way his hands were shaking was enough of a tell, for starters, and he knew he wouldn't be able to do a good job of himself like this.

"Because if I do a bad job, then it's fine, because it's me. But I don't want my blood on someone else's hands, so to speak…" that answer seemed well thought out enough to qualify as something that had come from him, at any rate.

"Y'know, that's half the reason I'm here. There's always a good chance that you're gonna come back in a state like this, and what happens when you can't take care of yourself, huh?"

"Curt, I—"

"No, what happens then? You just expect me to leave you to bleed out or what?"

"That's— quite dramatic." This was not a good call. The longer they spent fighting about this, the more blood he was going to lose, and he really couldn't afford that. He took a drink from the flask— strong and fiery, though not very much to his taste. At least it took the edge off…

Once he was suitably deterred from feeling the full effects of pain, he finally removed the cloth from it's position, and grimaced at the sight of the blood still pouring from the wound.

"No, it's not," Curt answered defensively, and then he got a good look at the wound too. "I mean, look at that thing!"

Owen raised an eyebrow at that. "Never been in a bar fight before? If you don't have at least one poor lad on the ground, spillin' blood on the carpet, then you haven't done it right."

Curt's mouth opened, looking for something he could possibly say to that, but all that came out was a blank stammer that meant no more to him than it did to Owen. "Jesus, I— how many times have you been the guy on the ground?"

"Enough…" Owen muttered as he started to do what he could to clean that parts that he could see. That's what did it for Curt, and he'd risen, knelt by Owen's side, and had taken the alcohol soaked cloth that he'd been using before either of them could think twice.

"I worry about you, y'know that? Sure, you might not be impulsive like I am, but god, you really know how to get yourself hurt… And don't try and tell me you're fine, because I'm sitting eye level to the reason that you're very much not."

"You and I are—" Owen inhaled sharply. Curt apologised. "We're the same. Don't tell me you aren't also in the habit of pretending you're fine…"

"So you admit you're pretending?"

A single breath of laughter. "I won't admit that either way."

Curt knew what he was doing when it was someone else. He was surprisingly thorough, on top of the distraction of this assuring conversation, that was helping, for all it was worth, to keep Owen's mind off the current happenings.

"Why? Why say you're fine when I hadta come and look for you?"

"Because you know fine well that this isn't the worst I've ever been…"

"Yeah, I know," Curt reached for the bandages. Owen nudged them towards him with the hand that wasn't holding the flask, then took another swig. Curt had to fight a laugh at the way he winced. "Maybe you're not a man after my own heart, after all," he teased, to which Owen shook his head.

"I don't know how you drink that shit."

"I don't know how you can't."

"It's fucking awful."

Curt laughed, partly because Owen was halfway to letting his accent drop— and hearing him swear when he was trying his hardest to remain proper was always amusing— and partly because of his reaction to the whiskey, which never failed to delight. "Nobody said you had to drink it, if it's that bad."

"You can't exactly equip yourself for a mission and pack a flask of wine…"

"Wine, huh?"

"What? If you're going to go in for day drinking, there is a way to do it, and that is certainly the best."

"Imagine tryna give yourself pain relief with a glass of red, though."

"Maybe you have a point there."

Curt shifted back a little, prompting Owen to move from his board stiff position to see how the bandages felt. He seemed to think tey were fine, until Curt brought him back into place and seemed to inspect them for a moment. He muttered something Owen didn't catchm and then picked up another roll.

"What's the matter?"

"You're bleeding through."

"Great…"

"Hold on a moment, I've got this."

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #tw blood #tw injury #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #yep! fuck it tonight we get owen mortally wounded! #i can just picture him trying to hold himself up down the street and failing so badly #curt is not gonna be okay with the fact he escaped and is now barely conscious on his doorstep #its okay. he was just in the country that's all #just.... visiting

[kyomunosaki]

I started Hypnospace Outlaw

...and I've noticed a few small things that are super interesting, mostly with the idea of tutorialization.

I didn't plan to do a writeup on this, so I don't have any of my own gameplay's screenshots. I remember most of the gist, so I can probably write a few sentences on this topic that really stuck with me. I would've gone back for more screens but I'm feeling very lazy and I might repost this with editing/photos in the future lol

So Hypnospace Outlaw is basically a pre-2K "internet janitor simulator" except that you don't do it for free. You're like a free contractor/PMC janitor, where you get comissions to hunt down certain infringement of internet/Hypnospace law.

The first case is to find instances where the copyright for a 1968 of a cartoon character named Gumshoe Gooper is being infringed upon. I found this case to be a phenomenal tutorial for both the game mechanics and the philosophical(?) questions the game wants to ask.

Gumshoe Gooper (Hypnospace Outlaw)

At first upon getting this case, I was still grappling with the game mechanics, exploring the Windows 98-ass interface with the skill of an old man in a nursing home. At the time I entirely forgot about the search function, so I just explored by going through various web portals and webrings, a la Geocities.

I found a lot of interesting sites that I don't really have the time (nor screenshots) to talk about and do justice with, but there's a lot of awesome things to find in Hypnospace if you're willing to just take time and look around. I do want to possibly talk about that later if there's interest.

After just stumbling around the internet and remembering how hard it is to find stuff through web portals, I remembered the search function existed thanks to one of the sites I ended up on having tags that open up the search window. So I searched for "gooper"

You find 3 sites from that search, two from AbbyWrites58 and another from another woman who's name I can't recall right now. The first site is a typical late 90s personal site you might find, for a first-grade teacher. It contains mentions of memorials to dead lost ones, a Hypnospace Heaven or something, and is part of a "Spirituality" web ring, but otherwise not much to note. The first link however, is a link to "Drawings of Gumshoe Gooper by my first graders"

Webrings on Abby's World (Hypnospace Outlaw)

On the link, its filled with pencil/crayon sketches of Gumshoe Gooper by a bunch of children, but also 2 gifs that seem like legitimate copyright infringement. I still felt apprehensive about reporting this page to the Hypnospace Enforcers, because it felt like a teacher just wanting to share the work of her students and I was hoping to find other violations to fit my quota. Regardless, even if I were to fill out my quota there were only 2 very clear examples of copyright infringement on the page.

So, I went back and checked out the other site by AbbyWrites58, and this one was... a political support website for a local politician? Who was seemingly a politician that had different views than, I, the player did? And she was using a GIF of Gumshoe Gooper saying that he supported her? I didn't have much hesitation just hitting her with the copyright violation on this page.

The third page was just another site but with an official Gumshoe Gooper strip posted on it. As you can tell the rest of this essay is lazily thrown together and just a retelling of events, but I do not remember the exact details of the page. I just remember still feeling apprehensive about reporting stuff on the page with children's art, so I think I reported that strip.

I still hadn't reached my quota of 3 violations reported, so I begrudgingly made my way back to the initial site I had landed on in my search. I decided to report one of the GIFs, and didn't feel too bad about it since while she did teach first graders I did find her political views somewhat, off-putting. I was going to make my way back to the case page to finalize it, but I got a notification on the not!Clippy software, telling me that if I find more violations I could get a bonus on closing the case?

A child's drawing of Gumshoe Gooper (Hypnospace Outlaw)

So, I decide to report the other GIF on the page as well, and look at that: more money. And then I have a dark urge to test something out. What about this first grader's art? What if I file it for copyright infringement, what would happen? Would the kid get in trouble? Will the teacher get the blame? Did the teacher even deserve any blame? Well, I hit the report. It works. So I go through the page, filing every crude drawing of Gumshoe Gooper by children as a violation of copyright law.

I get a lot of money, and I don't feel too bad after learning more about AbbyWrites58. Besides, the other members of her webring were openly fascists! That sort of association makes you liable to uh, getting in serious trouble over copyright infringement of a 1968 cartoon character right? It's just my job! I needed to hit the quota! And what if I flag her account to the authorities, her account with her location and other personal information tied to it?! What is the worst that could happen, and maybe I would feel a bit more bad about it if her political views weren't so, wrong?

This sort of self-justification I found myself doing just felt fascinating. It was some of the most engaged I felt with a game's narrative in so long, and it's only been made more fascinating by later cases like even the one just following this with ZANE_ROCKS_14. If you liked this post, maybe I'll actually try to edit this one down properly and actually take screenshots too. Regardless, if you got this far thanks for reading!

Edit: I can see how this makes me look like kind of a dumbass but I guess what's more accurate is "what her political views were being signalled as" is more accurate for some of the stuff I say above lol, but I'm too lazy to edit the post more than this

#hypnospace outlaw #ludonarrative #game tutorials #essay #video game essay

[pendragon-writes]

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈

Batman x Teen!Son!Reader

Requested: Yes

Note: I decided to go with just the two of them doing 'normal' family stuff (Let's be honest tho anyone related or is a part of his family doesn't have normal lol) This turned into more of the whole family than just Batman but I hope you like it anon.

"Hey Bruce do you have the list?" you asked him as you pushed the cart. Today was Alfred's day off and as a result, someone had to go shopping with him since the others would've caused chaos Bruce entrusted you to help him out. "Yep," he responded, pulling his cap more down.

As much as you enjoyed non-vigilante tasks you hated the fact that you had to hide your faces just so that paparazzi wouldn't charge at you in any public spaces or the fact even though you were a teen people felt the right to try and harass you even more than they did with your older siblings.

“Great, what do we have first on the list?” Once he told you the list the both of you continued shopping for stuff, and while everything was going smoothly something just had to ruin it.

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“Oh my god is that who I think it is?” A civilian said pointing with her daughter at the both of you, this caused you to freeze up for a second before continuing what you were doing. Bruce noticed this but didn’t comment anything since he didn’t want to bring any more attention to the both of you. Before the lady could try to walk up to the both of you Bruce quickly moved you both in another direction resulting in her losing you both.

Once you finished both the shopping and putting the groceries in the car you sat in the shotgun, just as you were about to put some music on your headphones he stopped you. "How about you play some of those songs you like on here?" He asked. "Um, sure. Do you have anything in mind?" "Not at all, just whatever you want" he replied. You hummed in response and started playing I'll never smile again, this seemed to be of his liking because he nodded in approval and continued driving.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

"Hey, Bruce?" "Yeah?" "Can we go to batburger?" "Sure, make sure to call the others and see what they want and let Alfred know as well". You grinned at this and texted the group chat.

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[This Chaotic Family]

Me: Hey what do you guys want? Me and B-man are at BatBurger

Get me the Cheesy Bat Combo with a coke! :D :Blue-Bird

In that case, I'll just get my regular :Bucket Head

1 Sweet tea and a Bat Pounder thanks (N/n)! :Computer Legend

I don't mind whatever you get for me will do just fine Master (Y/N)

:Alfred The Wise

Whatever is good as long as it's vegan. :Lil Robin

A coffee and Big bat with fries :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Tim unless you've forgotten you've been banned from coffee for this week...

Fine no coffee just get me a sprite then :Wanna-be Detective

Me: Got it

Dr. Pepper and Bat Burger plz :Cass

Get me a Bat-LT with curly fries :D Oh and Duke wants the same!

:Purple Lady

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As you both finished ordering and dropping off the food you both got ready to go on patrol together, as you put on your mask you turned to Bruce who finished putting on his cowl. He nodded towards the Bat-mobile and you entered the passenger seat.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

You jumped from building to building using your grappling hook to get to the farther ones, Bruce was nearby but was doing his own patrol just like you. You finally landed next to him and waited for Oracle or someone to let one of you know of anything going down. While you'd normally get a bunch of people and places you needed to help it seemed tonight was less busy, and that was true for most of the patrol before you heard Batman himself talking to someone. You turned to him, leaned on the wall, and waited. After a little while, he responded. "On my way. Let's go"

°。°。°。°。°。°。

"You needed me, Gordon?" Batman asked. Gordon hadn't seen you yet and you wanted to see just how long it'd take. "Ah yes, thank you, Batman. We have a case that neither my detectives nor me myself can solve." He showed him a file that read as classified. "Arnold Wesker? what does he want?" You asked from behind. "AH! Oh, it's you, hey kid" Gordon responded. "And yeah it's him, says he wanted to speak to Batman himself, no idea why but he won't tell us". You sighed at this, as nice of a guy as he was his puppet was extremely annoying to deal with, even if they've been separated again they somehow always manage to get back together.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

While Batman was talking with Wesker you waited outside of the room and started tossing a coin left to right, the loud clinking noise caught some of the guards' attention. At first, they didn't say anything but after a while, one of them asked to try it and you tossed them it. Most of the guards failed but it seemed to brighten up their day slightly getting to try something new out. When the Bat himself returned he saw one of the guards attempt to pass the coin to the other side and fail miserably. When the guard noticed they slowly went to pick it up and apologized quietly.

Once that whole ordeal was done and the patrol was over you both got back to the manor and started getting ready for movie night. A common tradition in the manor and a welcomed one after Alfred suggested it as a way for all of you to spend quality time.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

"So what are we watching?" Damian asked as he petted Alfred, the cat. "I don't know isn't it Dicks turn to pick?" You responded, sitting next to Cass and passing her the popcorn, to which she smiled in gratitude. "Today, my children we are watching Master Chief!" Dick answered in a mock British accent. "Dude your accent sucks!" Jason laughed. Laughter and giggles filled the room with even Bruce himself laughing a bit at the accent.

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After a few episodes all of them were fast asleep, some on top of the others and others laying on their back, you laying your head on Bruce's shoulder. Alfred walked into the sight and smiled. He saw all of you as one of his own and seeing all of you relaxed and getting some rest brought him some joy. He covered each of you in blankets and took a picture of you all together.

#batfam x male reader #batman x teen!reader #batman x Bat!Son!reader #batman #batfam #m!reader #x male reader #dc x male reader #teen!male reader

[thirstnotes]

|Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Six - Sassy Clark|

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: possessive Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, more smut eventually, minors DNI, Stalker Clark, two cuties flirtin, morally gray Clark, dark Bruce, typos, weak writing tbh but it is what it is

Okay, ya'll, we're almost there. I know I'm taking longer than Dragonball Z to reach this damn conclusion, and I'm sorry for the wait lol. But I'm very grateful to ya'll for liking it so much. It makes me so happy to know my writing brings ya'll some form of joy. Thanks to @ysmmsy for the reblogs and recs, @ramp-it-up for answering the ask that led to this series, and to my community of color who really deserve more representation in stories. Bc we deserve to be loved on by our favorite characters too. Anyway, enjoy.

As always, if you don't enjoy it, don't read it.

"Was that really necessary?" Bruce asked, sipping a bit of cognac.

Clark landed quietly, his eyes lingering on the glass in his hand. Bruce didn't even turn his head to address him, more focused on the skyline of the city.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Clark said finally, his arms folded. Bruce tilted his head a bit, smirk in place.

"So she is special to you. Well. Things certainly took a refreshing turn. I thought you'd be obsessed with Red forever."

"What's it matter to you?"

"Overall, it doesn't. But clearly it does to you, or else you wouldn't be abusing your powers like this. Which does present its advantages."

"That was hardly abuse," Clark breathed with a dangerous laugh. His eyes flashed a small, red beam and Bruce's glass shattered in his hand. "See, now that. That's abusing my powers."

Bruce was undeterred, instead giving his hand a small shake before sliding it into his pocket. He turned to face him, a mildly annoyed look on his face.

"You're clearly here to say something. I suggest you say it before I lose my patience."

"You should already know this, but in case your I.Q. suddenly dove a couple hundred points: Y/N is not your plaything."

"As evident by your tantrum, she seems to be your toy. Of course."

"She's not anyone's toy," he seethed, his eyes icy and dark. Threatening to flash again at any moment's notice. Bruce countered with a steely stare of his own.

"Oh yes, she's your 'fake girlfriend', right? I hardly see how that's different. She seems to likes me and, to tell you the truth, I happen to find her very attractive. Which, after tonight, is entirely apparent to her. So. If anyone's playing games, it's definitely you."

Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, but he couldn't refute his claims. After all, it was his idea in the first place to use you to get to someone else. Granted it was consensual, it was still pretty calloused to you. Especially since your only consolation was showing up an asshole that dumped you. He hadn't appreciated you nearly as much as you deserved to be, but it still didn't sit right with him that Bruce was the one to point it out.

Bruce's arms folded and he stepped even closer, despite the severely pissed Kryptonian just at an arm's reach.

"Here's how this'll go. I'm going to continue seeing Y/N as long as she'll allow. Or at least until you plan to take me up on my offer."

Of course.

His eyes rolled to the skyline. "I might've thought you'd circle back around to that."

Bruce smirked at his hesitation. "It's merely a small favor."

"I'm not some cold blooded killer."

"Right. Of course. You draw the line at criminal arson.”

Clark dipped his head with a bitter laugh and left him standing there, opting to walk away. Bruce watched him, his smirk still fixed in place.

Clark hated himself for thinking about taking him up on his offer

Jokes aside, nowadays, Bruce was practically mafia with the measures he took to "exact justice", but Clark was doing his best to keep from working closely with him.

Besides

You were no bargaining chip

But there was something tantalizing about Bruce’s offer to leave you alone indefinitely

I mean

All he needed to do was off a couple of assholes and he could have you all to himself

It sounded pretty fuckin sweet

The men Bruce wanted dead were bad guys

...Was he seriously considering killing for you?

He landed across from your building again, watching you sleep peacefully on your couch. Probably passed out after a shower. He smiled a bit, pulling his phone from his pocket to type.

We need to talk

He took a deep breath and scrolled through his contacts, his eyes resting on Bruce's number.

His notifications popped down.

About?

His eyes flickered to your apartment and he saw you typing on your phone.

You already thinking about dumping me just before class? That's just cold

His lips twitched into another smile.

It's late. Why are you still up?

Why are you?

I'm barely awake

So you decided to text me?

Yes

He saw your body shake with a small laugh and he rolled his eyes with a smirk.

This talk must be important if you woke up from a dead sleep to text me. Don't tell me. You couldn’t stand to lie to me anymore and you need to tell me that you really are Superman

He laughed, eyes rolling to the side before he replied.

Yes

You let out a small laugh.

Are you drunk texting me again?

He slipped his phone into his pocket, sitting on the edge, watching you drift to sleep waiting for him to reply. You probably thought he'd drifted back to sleep. Possibly drunk. Thinking he was Superman.

You're gonna find out just how accurate you were

The next morning, you decided to surprise him for once

Heading to his apartment with a box of donuts and a black coffee

Something he'd probably be grateful for after the sun hit his hungover eyes

After a rather exciting date with Bruce Wayne, a fire scare, and yet another drunk text from Clark, it'd seem like you needed a strong drink and all the sleep you could manage

But instead, you were, pulling up to the curb in front of his building

Completely surprised to see him waiting there for you

He climbed in, setting his messenger bag on the floor and buckling in before finally addressing your curious stare with his usual irritating smirk.

"What? Good morning?"

"What, are you psychic now, Superman?"

He furrowed his brows at you.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "You drunk texted me again last night."

"Did I?" he asked, eyes focused on the view passing his window. You gave him a sour look.

"Yeah. At like one in the morning. I thought you were gonna be hungover out of your mind. So I decided to bring coffee and donuts and give you a lift to work, because I felt sorry for you. But I guess I'll just keep them."

"You don't even drink black coffee."

"I can doctor on it."

"No takebacks," he sneered, taking the cup from the holder, taking a petty sip from it. You laughed and rolled your eyes again.

"Petty."

He grinned at you over the brim of his cup. Then it was quiet.

The ride had stayed quiet for a while, with Clark looking out the window most of the way.

You both heard your phone vibrate a few times, but because of your strict no texting while driving policy, you didn't touch it

But you had to wonder

Was it Bruce?

He had texted that he wanted to see you again, minutes before Clark had texted you last night

Which made you feel a little like a cheating trollop

Even if you weren't Clark's actual girlfriend

But still, it felt greedy to have your cake and get eaten too

Another buzz from your purse made you hazard a glance his way, but he seemed kind of preoccupied

What was he thinking?

It made you a little antsy to see him so deep in thought

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. What's up?"

"Actually, I think you're the talker in this relationship?" he sassed back, raising a brow at you. You laughed.

"Okay. Rude, but fair enough. Anyway. What's on your mind? You okay?"

"Just fine."

His short answer bothered you a bit and you chewed your bottom lip through another quiet pause. His eyes flickered to you and he took a small breath.

"I'm curious. How'd your date with Bruce go?"

It was your turn to get quiet, your eyes drifting his way before landing back on the road. The cheating girlfriend vibe intensified, but you were too proud to ask him if he was jealous just yet.

“It went like any other dinner date, really.”

He resisted the urge to give you a look. Somehow, he didn’t believe you ended all your dates in a hotel room. It was even less likely that you had to cancel every booty call because of a fire scare.

“I see.”

You gave him a look. “What? Did you think he was really gonna whisk me off to Prague?”

“I didn’t know what to think, to be honest. It’s Bruce,” he volleyed, eyes rolling to you. You eyed him, smile fighting it’s way to your face. Just then, your mind obviously jumped to what really happened that night, but you rolled your eyes and laughed it off.

“He was a perfect gentleman.”

“Wonders never cease,” he drawled sarcastically, focusing his attention back to the view outside his window.

"I-Listen," you laughed, rolling your eyes again.

"Mmhm," he hummed, relishing the way his sarcasm made you squirm.

"He was excellent. That's all you need to know," you said simply. His eyes flickered to you when you weren't looking, his smile fading. You looked so content. Not sprung, like one is after a night of bliss with somebody they think is "the one", but definitely like it wasn't the last you'd be seeing of him.

The office was bustling more than usual

Everybody greeting you with smirks and grins

Because of the state of your desk, which was surrounded by flowers

"Wow," you breathed, moving a basket aside to actually see the wood of your desk. Luke slipped to your side with a whistle.

“Guess you left quite an impression on Wayne.”

Thankfully both you and the dumb photographer missed the chilling leer that Clark gave him.

You rolled your eyes. “He’s just a nice guy.”

Luke looked from you to Clark with a good natured laugh. “I’m jealous of your ability to always stay calm, Kent. How are you not freaking out about this?”

“I happen to trust my girlfriend,” Clark said as though it were common sense. Which it was.

“You’re a better man than I am,” Luke shrugged with a laugh.

“That’s why she picked me,” Clark sniped, returning his good natured laugh with a poisonous one of his own. Luke’s smile faded a bit when he processed his words. You rolled your lips to keep from cackling and gave your attention to Lois, who approached you all.

She stepped around the two of them to hand you an engraved envelope with a sympathetic smirk. “I tried to text you before you got here. But I guess you were gonna find out one way or another.”

“Yeah, thanks for trying though,” you breathed with a sarcastic laugh, your eyes flickering to Clark briefly before setting them aside. Her smirk died a bit and she looked between you as well, as if just remembering your relationship.

"Of course, it's probably a normal good will gesture."

"Just rich dudes being rich dudes," you joked along, your eyes lowering to the envelope in your hand. As did his.

Free this weekend? No distractions this time. I promise.

Along with two plane tickets. To Prague. Fuckin Bruce.

However, you bit the corner of your lip and decided not to open it there. It made him a little curious, but he was pretty grateful you didn't. His eyes rolled from the card to the work on his desk while Lois looked between the two of you again and cleared her throat.

"Well. Anyway, I'll see you in class."

"Yeah, definitely," you said, setting it aside, waiting for Lois to go back to whatever she was doing before cutting your eyes at Clark. He could almost sense your anxiety and threw a smirk your way to ease your mind.

"Quite the impression," he snickered and you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Shut up."

-

The ride to class was even quieter than the ride to work. You found it hard to focus with the smell of several baskets of flowers in your backseat. You glanced over at Clark, who was scrolling through his phone. 

"What?" he asked, eyes still on his screen.

"Why don't you like Bruce anyway?"

He paused and looked up at the road. "I told you. He's obnoxious."

"That's all," you said, though it sounded more like an inquiry and he looked at you.

"What do you expect to hear?"

The light turned green and you pretended to be completely focused on the road. 

"Nothing. I dunno. Just. You seem kinda jealous."

He tilted his head with a smirk. "Of you and Bruce? Maybe."

You didn't know how to unpack that. Was he saying he was jealous of the potential "relationship" you and Bruce had, or that he was jealous of Bruce potentially having you? It made you dizzy.

"Well I mean, there is no me and Bruce. It was just a date. So we're in the same boat, buddy," you joked and he breathed a laugh. 

"Anyway, what exactly happens in this class?"

It was a blunt transition you were thankful for. You shrugged. "It's no big deal. The class'll be a breeze, I think the biggest challenge is navigating the gossip when I show up with a new man while my 'ex' is still in the same class. Just. Follow my lead, honestly."

"Fair enough."

He didn't say anything more, his eyes rolling back to the opposite side of the dash. You frowned a bit, but you let him get back to his own thoughts. Eventually you pulled into the park and unbuckled your seatbelt.

"Y/N," he said suddenly and it made you jump.

"Yeah?"

His warm lips captured yours with a soft, firm kiss, tongue darting between your lips to invite yours out to play. You indulged him, tangling your tongue with his, shifting a bit to have better access. Your body melted when he held your waist to keep you steady, the yummy weight of his hand keeping you from climbing onto him in the passenger's seat. You moaned a bit when he sucked on your tongue as he pulled back. It was a shorter kiss than you'd realized. Much too short.

"What was that?" you breathed, head in a fog.

"Chemistry," he said, his thumb running over the corner of your bottom lip gently, brushing away any traces of him. "I can't go a whole three hours without kissing my girlfriend."

"Right," you agreed airily, getting out the car, "Chemistry."

(Part 7)

(Part 5)

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ Requested ✓

❒ members: Hoseok; Jimin

❒ genre: Fluff

❒ words: 2.3k+

❒ summary: In which Dior's fashion show becomes just an excuse to forget about the hiatus

❒ notes: I really don't know how to give genres to my writings, PLEASE give me some lessons about it lol + I didn't proofread it so be nice

❒ warnings: Mentions of a broken ankle; mentions of the hiatus (💔); mentions of enlisting

「 The Holy Trinity at the Dior fashion show: Jimin, J-hope, Chaeri 」

January 2023

Paris.

For years she'd had mixed feelings about that city. Paris had raised her, sheltered her in its beautiful streets, taught her the language described as 'the most beautiful in the world', and introduced her to people she would never forget. Yet, that same city had taken away something equally important from her.

Returning there, on no occasion, was never a choice made for pleasure or melancholy, but always for work. The more she kept away from it the better it was for her mental health. And in any case, every time she had been there since that far-off 2013 she always had the members of her group beside her. "This time would be no different" She had told herself that throughout the flight from Korea to France, faced alone with the staff members. There she would meet Jimin and Hobi. Thanks to them, she would feel more relaxed.

Too bad they had not left together. The hiatus had begun and everyone was busy with their own projects as soloists.

Well, for her everything had actually stopped at the beginning of the year, when a snowboarding accident had forced her into an ankle brace and numerous sleepless nights because of the hurt. In fact, that was the first event she had attended since BTS began their break.

She would not be as glorious as she would have liked, with her leg still bandaged, but she was not going to back down.

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Walking in on crutches at the entrance of such an elegant and important event as the Dior fashion show bothered her a bit, but it was even more bothersome when she had to spend a few minutes posing for the cameras without them.

Standing unsupported still created twinges in her ankle that, if she hadn't studied for years how to hide the discomfort from her face, everyone would have noticed

"Chaeri, tu es la plus belle" "Chaeri, regarde ça. Souriez-moi" "Bienvenue chez toi, Cheriè"

Although all the photographers were praising her, she couldn't wait to get herself out of that situation. The pain was growing by the second.

As she turned her face to signal to some of the staff that she had enough and wanted her crutches back, she felt first two warm hands rest on her hips and then her arm carried over the shoulders of the person who had arrived at her side.

Her eyes almost started to tear up when she saw who it was: Hobi

Her Hobi, always there to support her. He literally did that time.

"Is it better?" His contagious smile made her feel instantly well. She leaned against him as best she could, not straining her injured leg.

"It is now" She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek which the paparazzi captured instantly

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Hobi helped her the whole time, gave her the opportunity to lean on him whenever she needed it, he even offered to carry her all the way inside the event but she quickly declined "I'd become the main event if you carry me as a bride inside."

"Sweetie, you already are the main event. Have you looked around?"

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As they approached the end of the carpet, always with Hobi as her support and help to walk without making a fool of herself, Chaeri's face lit up the moment she saw Jimin, not far ahead, sitting among the crowd of other celebrities. His face was continually lighted up by overly close paparazzi who kept asking him to pose for them, and he, not at all bothered by it, smiled and did as he was asked. An angel. He was sitting rather uncomfortably, though, as he tried with one arm to cover as much space as possible at his side to keep room for the two who were about to get close to him.

The girl slipped out of Hobi's hold, now only a few steps away from Jimin, and quickly covered those few steps that separated them "Hey! Take it easy" J-hope stood behind her, entertained yet worried at the same time about his "little sister's" ankle. She nearly launched herself at Jimin for a hug. Not very stylish, however, she definitely couldn't care less at that moment. She was not used to being away from her members, so seeing them again caused her emotions that she was unwilling to hold back. J-hope laughed and shook his head. "You two are like a couple of kids” he teased, but his heart was warmed by the sight of his two friends reuniting “The kids you raised” “True”

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The lights on the celebrities attending the event were dimmed, almost completely off. The runway on which the models walked in the season's most exclusive and fashionable clothes was lit up, instead. The music so loud you could barely hear what the person next to you was saying.

The three of them sitting in the front row looked at the endless array of accessories, coats, and branded shoes.

As exclusive an event as it might have been, an honor to be invited to, Chaeri couldn't deny that she was bored to death.

She wasn't the type of girl to enjoy being still and silent for so long, especially when she had cameras pointed at her and had to ponder all her movements.

As if Jimin could read her mind, he leaned over just enough to have his lips attached to her ear “How's your ankle feeling? Any better? I didn't have a chance to ask you before.” By the time the three members of BTS had reunited, the paparazzi had gone wild and demanded a series of pictures that ended only at the beginning of the show.

“It's still a little sore. But I'm looking forward to getting back to my normal routine soon, if I don't die of boredom first tonight”

Jimin was quick to cover his mouth with one hand to suppress a laugh, "Oh come on, you're not enjoying this?"

“It's all too stuffy and too formal. About fifty models must have gone by already, they are so fast that I can't even look at them properly”

“This is how fashion shows work, Chaeri-ya”

“If I ever manage to host such an event for my brand, it will be very different from this one”

“I would really like to be your main model”

“Fine, you’re hired. Now, please entertain me”

“I’ll whisper some funny commentary in your ear to make it more interesting.”

And so they went on, whispering all the while to each other's ears.

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After the Dior fashion show Chaeri, J-hope and Jimin emerged from the building to the sound of paparazzi and fans shouting their names. They smiled and waved, thanking the crowd for the support before ducking into a waiting car. 

Per their requests, bodyguards had agreed to carry the group in the same car. They would have dinner together and then each would be driven back to different hotels to continue with the activities scheduled by the company.

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As they entered the restaurant, the hostess stared at them, clearly taken aback by their glamorous attire. Chaeri had directed the driver to take them to that quaint little restaurant that served simple yet delicious French cuisine.

Not the typical restaurant Bangtans were used to eat at by then. 

It was rather tight, very rustic and informal. So informal that they, in their fancy clothes, looked like a clunky note in a perfect score.

"Bonsoir, nous aimerions une table pour 3 personnes, s'il vous plaît"

They were seated at a cozy table in the corner of the restaurant and handed menus. The young waitress's eyes were out of their sockets, clearly having recognized them, she was so nervous that she spent as little time as possible next to their table in order to not appear to be oppressive

Chaeri, a French food expert, took it upon herself to order for everyone. She asked for a bottle of wine and two large plates of coq au vin and beef bourguignon.

"Trust me, you guys are going to love it"

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The dishes had been served (and also emptied). They had eaten as if they had been at home, stealing each other's food, pouring wine informally, laughing without having to restrain themselves.

"I saw you guys laughing the whole time and thought 'There, if Namjoon was here he would surely give you a glare to make you stop'."

The diner was almost closing, and the three of them did not seem to feel like getting up. The only noises at the moment were the laughter of Hoseok, comfortably seated with one arm along the back of Chaeri's chair, and the sound of dishes being washed from the restaurant's far (but not that far) away kitchen.

"I got chills thinking back to Namjoon Hyung's angry look. He never spared us that," Jimin finished his glass of wine, his eyes shining remembering.

The girl tilted her head slightly, with a mischievous smile. Then, with an amused air, she said in a somewhat teasing tone of voice "Speak for yourself, I have always behaved well on stage and at events." her eyebrows rose in a playful way as her lips curved into a smile that seemed to mean 'come on, I don't believe it either'

The two guys glanced at each other before bursting out laughing

"You were always the one who behaved the worst!"

"You always led me down the wrong path, Chaeri-ya."

"Jin-hyung was the only one who could make you behave somehow."

A punch in the stomach. This is what Chaeri felt every time Jin's name was mentioned since he had had to move away from them to do mandatory military service for Korea.

The mood between them changed all of a sudden. The girl smiled wistfully, she missed her Jin so much. "Yeah, the only one."

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As they walked out of the restaurant, still wearing their fancy Dior outfits, a group of fans was waiting for them outside the restaurant.

The bodyguards had been quick to place bars and keep everyone sorted and respectful.

They had waited all that time outside in the cold to see and talk to them. Chaeri, nor Jimin and Hobi, would have looked ahead without stopping to spend some time with armys.

Chaeri greeted everyone, and limped over to the group of fans behind the barriers closest to her "Hi guys, ain't you cold?" She turned to the staff members "Can someone please bring a hot drink to all of them?" She faced the fans again "How many of you are here, sweethearts?"

Armys were touched and happy to have their beloved idol within a few feet of them, they flooded her with questions, trying to keep each other respectful, just as Chaeri had specifically asked.

"What did you guys have for dinner?"

"We had coq au vin and beef bourguignon. It tasted amazing!"

Fans started asking for recommendations on where to eat in Paris. The girl was more than happy to oblige, and she spent the next few minutes chatting with the fans, telling them about her favorite restaurants in the city.

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Hobi helped her into the car that would take her back to the hotel. He took special care not to let her put too much strain on her sore foot, held her hand, and made sure she was comfortable before stepping back. The two boys standing on the sidewalk watched her as she sat in the comfortable seats of their company's extremely expensive car

"I'm not ready to say goodbye." "Neither are we, Chaeri-ya" "We promise we will visit you soon, very soon"

"Today felt like -- like we never announced our hiatus"

Hoseok bent just enough to stick his head inside the vehicle, took her hand and gently kissed it "It will end sooner than you think. The best is yet to come."

"Do you really think so?"

Jimin also made room to make himself visible to the girl.

"Yes, the best is yet to come."

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They watched as the car drove off, the girl waved to them through the rolled-down window, and then disappeared down the streets of Paris, the city she loved and hated.

Without looking away from the spot where until a second earlier the car was, Jimin cleared his throat before saying, "You didn't tell her, hyung."

"It wasn't the time nor the place."

"You can't keep it from her much longer"

"I will, -soon. I'll tell her that I'm next to leave for military service."

"We all will, gradually"

"I hope she will take good care of herself when we are gone"

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