#and now the circle of popular blogs for that show that will pout and whine if they see anything less than uncritical posts about the show

[enhaheeseung]

Club pt. 2 l. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung x fem reader!

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, cursing, alcohol consumption, belly shots, hand job, spitting kink kind of, jealous hee

Still undecided about what I’m gonna do with this blog but for now I hope you all enjoy my newest fic this better have 1k likes when I wake up…jk :)

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The next morning Heeseung sat on his bed, counting down the minutes to eight. Even though it was only eleven in the morning, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

About last night

About your touch on his skin

About how he wanted to get to know you better

His little mind was in a whirlpool of thoughts about you.

His patience quickly dissipated. Only one minute had passed, but it felt like a whole hour.

He needed a distraction till eight o clock when he'd be able to see you again.

And what's a better distraction than his roommates? He didn't bother to knock before jumping on Jake's bed. He shook his friend awake with no remorse whatsoever.

The first words he spoke caused Jake to smirk rather than punch the living daylights out of him for waking him up so early. "Are we going to the club tonight?" Heeseung asks with a pink tint rising to his ears as he plays with the tiny hairs on his nape.

"It's eleven in the morning, and you're talking about going to the club?" Jake sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I- never mind," heeseung pouted. Now that he was actually having the conversation, he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

"Was it that good that you already have to go back for more?" Jakes teased.

Heeseung widens his eyes as they darted across the room, looking everywhere except jakes eyes.

He didn't have an answer to that, or rather he didn't want to answer that.

"Calm down," jake chuckles at heeseungs scared expression. "I'm just happy that after all this time, you finally got some"

Heeseung was basically red by this point, searching for anything that could change the topic "are we going or not?" He whined.

"Yes, but not at eleven in the morning" Jake plops back down, covering himself with his blanket.

heeseung smiled excitedly as he went back to his room.

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Heeseung's demeanor was the exact opposite of what it was in the morning when he saw you awfully close to his other friend, jay, the popular one of his small circle.

It didn't take long for heeseung to overflow with jealousy, envy, and anger.

As much as he tried to suppress all those emotions, he just couldn't. As much as he knew he had no right to feel any of those things, it still didn't stop him from clenching his fist when jay wrapped his arm around your waist.

At that point, he had seen enough. He laughs at himself pathetically for thinking you were ever even interested in him, to begin with. He sits up, getting ready to leave before he can make any further moves. Jake was blocking his way.

"And where do you think you're going? We literally just got here."

"I don't care. I just want to go home."

"Okay, what the fuck is this? You were all excited to come here, and now you want to go home? Make it make sense."

Heeseung was completely silent. He didn't hear a word Jake had said to him. He looked over jakes shoulder, and the sight he saw made him want to throw up. Jay still had his arm around your waist as he whispered something in your ear.

"Earth to heeseung," Jake waves his hand back and forth until he notices where heeseung was looking. Jake turns to look in the same direction. Now everything made sense.

Heeseung scoffs at the scene. This was the first time he ever showed any signs of anger. Jake was surprised to see that side of him.

"Are you going to let him take your girl away?" Jake asks to challenge heeseung, trying to break him out of his shell.

"She's not my girl, and she looks like she's having the time of her life. Why would I break that up?" He says angrily.

You, in fact, were not having the time of your life. This man whose name you learned to be jay was literally suffocating you.

You initially approached him to thank him for setting you up with heeseung last night, but you soon realized you snagged the wrong friend. He seemed like a nice, fun guy, but your eyes were focused elsewhere as soon as heeseung walked in. It was like time had stopped. He was absolutely stunning. You had to wonder how he could look so perfect with a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans, but somehow he still managed to look like he was wearing a million-dollar suit.

You were on your way to see heeseung, but your plans quickly changed when trying to give a simple thank you to his friend turned into being trapped in his arms. While he talked about God only knows, Every word was practically incoherent.

When you tried to remove his hand from your waist, he stumbled forward. Without thought, you held his waist to stand him up straight.

"Looks like someone has had one too many," you say, sitting him down at a nearby table.

Now with that obstacle out of the way, you headed to heeseung's usual table to see him and his other friend, that frequently came to the club together.

They looked to be having an intense conversation that you didn't want to interrupt.

As you tried to slowly back away, Jake turned to look at you. "Oh hi, heeseung was just telling me about you" Jake nudged heeseungs arm so he could play along.

It was obvious to anyone that wasn't what the conversation was about, but you didn't make that known, so you played along with them.

"Really? I'm flattered, and you are?"

"I'm jake. Nice to meet you" you shook his hand with a smile.

"Y/n nice to meet you too" heeseung definitely knew he was being irrational, but the fact you had talked to both his friends and still hadn't uttered a word his way irked him to no end.

Finally, you were going to say hi to him, but he was looking off in the distance, not paying you any attention.

Jake found a way to escape the very awkward, tension-filled situation.

"I'm gonna get a drink while you both catch up" just like that, you two were finally alone.

"Hey," you say timidly.

He put his hands in his pockets, still not looking at you. "Hi," he replies, uninterested.

"I was hoping to see you tonight." You confess.

He scoffs. "I just bet."

To say you were confused by his reply would be an understatement.

"Am I missing something?" In your mind, you and him had hit it off well so far.

"Nothing at all" you had enough of his shitty attitude towards you, and if he wasn't going to say anything more than two words, you weren't going to waste your time on him.

You sighed and walked away from him, feeling somewhat hurt by the way he was treating you.

Things were a lot different. In his mind, the audacity you had to even come up like you weren't just all over jay seconds ago was absolutely laughable.

You watched as he was about to leave and chased after him.

"Wait! You call to him.

He turns around upon hearing your voice. Not bothering to stop and answer you, he made it all the way to his car with you following a few steps behind him.

"I said wait" you pushed his back against the door of his car.

He flinched slightly, a small whine leaving his lips while he stared at you in shock.

"Why are you ignoring me?" you at least wanted an explanation as to why he was treating you like you didn't matter.

"I could ask you the same thing," he says with evident irritation in his voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"I came to see you tonight, and before I can even say hi, you’re throwing yourself on my friend."

"First of all, he was drunk, and when I tried to push him away, he stumbled, and I caught him. That's it"

"That still doesn't explain why you were talking to him, to begin with," he said while raising his voice.

"You could have just asked me why. You didn't have to brush me off."

His tone softened, "I'm sorry, okay, I'm just used to everyone picking my friends over me. I like you a lot, and seeing you with other guys made me jealous and upset." he told you the truth no matter how dumb he might have sounded.

You wanted to kiss him for being so adorable and punch him for being so ignorant to the whole situation.

You cup his cheeks in your palms. "I've only had my eyes on you since you first came in" you leaned into his body.

You could feel him tense up when you wrapped your arms around his waist. His breath quickened, and he was positive you could feel the rapid beating of his heart.

With both your faces inches apart, he completely froze up.

Your eyes travel to his lips, that were too beautiful and soft looking for you not to capture in a sweet kiss.

When he didn't reciprocate your kiss, you removed your hands from his waist, creating distance between the both of you.

He was too nervous to react.

When your lips weren't on his, he instantly regretted not kissing you back, but it was hard to properly function with you so close.

He was sure he had ruined his chances. He was surprised you hadn't already walked away from him by now. That's what everyone else would have done.

He probably shouldn't have had that thought cause the second he did. You were turning in the opposite direction of him.

A once in a lifetime opportunity, and he fucked it up cause he was too nervous. He felt so pathetic while he watched to go back into the club, leaving him completely alone.

He leaned against his car for a few seconds pondering on what he could have done differently.

There were too many things to count on his fingers.

He sighs, unlocking his door. Before he could get inside, You interrupted his departure from the club yet again.

"Leaving without me?" You say playfully, waving a bottle of Hennessy.

Your voice made him jump out of fear dropping his keys in the process.

"I-I wasn't. I was just about to" his eyes scanned the parking lot for a feasible excuse, but he couldn't find one.

"About to?" You ask, encouraging him to finish.

"Leave," he whispered with his eyes locked on the ground.

You pouted, "I thought we were going to have some fun," you feigned sadness in your tone as you traced your finger all the way down his chest, stopping at his belt buckle and tugging on it, causing him to stumble forward.

"I just thought" you cut off his sentence by palming the front of his jeans, making him gasp.

"I thought I told you not to think" you use a bit more pressure on the area, already feeling him start to harden. You watched his face intently. He looked so cute with his clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows trying his hardest not to make any sounds, all while leaning into your touch.

You needed him, and you needed him now. You removed your hands from him completely, he leaned against his car, trying to catch his breath.

You bend down to grab his keys "passenger seat now" is all you have to say for him to scramble to the other side of the vehicle.

"My place or yours" your hand was occupied with the belt on his jeans while you awaited his answer.

"Y-yours," he balls his fists tightly while you back out of the driveway, still fumbling with his belt that had started to annoy you.

You hum lowly when you finally get it undone and again. Another obstacle was in your way.

He almost instantly noticed your frustration and quickly helped you undo his button, even going as far as to pull down his zipper for you.

"Good boy," you praised him as a small whine left his lips when your cold hand met his semi-hard cock.

"Oh my god," he grips your wrist tightly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You laugh slightly at his expressiveness, slowly rubbing him up and down.

Your movement was restricted from the waistband of his underwear. He lifts his hips to pull his pants and underwear down.

His eagerness was making it really hard for you to stay focused. You wanted to pull over off to the side of the road and have your way with him right then and there.

You were so lost in thought that the movement of your hand completely stopped. You only noticed when he bucked his hips up and started to writhe in his seat.

Your attention was immediately back on him. Now that his clothing was out of the way, you had easy access to everything. You brush your fingertips along his balls all the way up his shaft, stroking his cock slowly.

"Fuck” he mutters but quickly covers his mouth. He instinctively thrusts up into your hand.

"Stay still," you say sternly, but he didn't listen. You glanced to your side, ready to chastise him, but you couldn't even be mad. The way he looked using your hand to get off was just way too satisfying.

Finally, you reached your destination, parking crookedly in the driveway.

"Baby, can you do something for me?" He nodded his head while he continued using your hand for his pleasure. You halted your movement pressing his thigh into the seat.

"I know it feels good, but there's only so much I can do in this small space. How about we go inside, yeah?" you kissed his lips momentarily while he readjusted his pants.

"Yeah," he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, leaning against the headrest as much as he tried to prepare his rapid beating heart for what was to come next. He found it impossible.

Your knock on his car window whisked away his thoughts as he opened the door.

You dragged him to your steps, unlocking the door and leading him to your bedroom.

He stood in front of you awkwardly with his pants still half undone. You push him on the bed softly. "Let's play a game" you straddle his lap, resting your palms on his hard chest.

"A game?" He questions. Making you nod your head.

"For each piece of clothing we remove, we're gonna take a shot, okay?"

"Okay," he immediately agrees with a cute smile on his lips.

You start by taking his shirt off, "one," you twist the cap off the bottle, pouring him a shot.

He drinks it right away, wincing from the strong taste. A small chuckle escapes him "now you" he pulls your shirt over your head.

His eyes flutter to the back of his head from seeing your bare chest. He didn't expect you to be braless. He lifts his hands to touch you but quickly lets them fall back to his sides.

You take his hands and place them on your breasts. He ghosts his fingertips over your chest, just barely getting a feel of you.

You took your shot straight from the bottle.

He watched you in amazement at your tolerance for the strong alcohol. "It's already your turn again," you giggle from the warm feeling that began to course throughout your body.

Unfortunately for him, he was still in his socks and shoes "do the shoes count?" He asked curiously with an innocent look in his eye. He wanted to follow the rules so bad, but it was getting harder and harder by the minute.

Normally you would have said yes, but his expression was enough for you to give in "no, baby, the shoes don't count."

"Yes!" He says excitedly.

"But you have to take two shots in a row" you couldn't let him off that easily and besides, he still needed to loosen up more.

When you reached for the bottle to pour him a shot, he took it from your hands, drinking straight from the bottle just like you did. He held eye contact with you the whole time, sending a chill down your spine. You gripped his shoulders, grinding down on him softly.

He set the bottle aside, taking you by surprise when he held your hips, guiding you to grind hard on his jean-covered cock.

He could tell the shots were having an effect on him. He would have never made such a bold move if he had been sober.

"Slow down, baby. We still have six more layers to go" you stand up, removing your skirt to give him a full view of your lower half.

He stood up along with you pouring you your third shot "drink up," he gripped your ass firmly, bringing the small glass to your lips. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you lick the remainder of the liquid off your bottom lip.

"I guess it's my turn again" by now, the shots had definitely started to kick in his voice was at least three octaves deeper his touch wasn't as gentle, and he was the one to initiate the kiss this time.

Once he pulled away from your reddened lips, he removed his jeans, and all of a sudden, you couldn't focus on anything but the sizable print inside his boxers and the small wet patch on the front.

His body formed goosebumps all over when you stared at him. He felt so exposed, but there was something about you staring at him with so much desire that made his cock twitch.

He slowly brought his hand to his crotch area. Stroking himself through his underwear, he tilted his head back. His eyes were tightly shut as his forehead creased from the pleasuring sensation.

"Good boy"

"Y/n," He moaned your name with a shaky breath. Not even a minute had gone by, yet he was completely solid in the confines of his boxers that stretched even further to accommodate what was underneath them.

After a while, you physically couldn't take anymore. You were sure your panties were soaked, and the throbbing between your legs couldn't be ignored any longer, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t much better off.

Four more shots in, and now you were both naked, eyes looking everywhere except each other's. His size almost had you drooling. You were dying to have his cock inside your mouth again, but that would have to wait for another time.

His eyes scanned over your gorgeous body, taking in each and every inch of it "you're so beautiful," he whispered, placing his hands on your hips.

"So are you" you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a gentle peck "lay back for me" he laid his back on the bed, waiting for you to do whatever you wanted to him.

You climb on top of him, his tip brushing softly against your entrance, causing a moan to fall from his adorable pouty lips and yours as well.

You raise his arms above his head, trailing your fingers down to his biceps and eventually to his sweaty chest. You stuck your tongue out, swirling it around his hard nipples while he squirmed under you.

"Y/n f-feels so good."

"I can tell, baby boy" your tongue traveled all the way to his abdomen, teasing him just above the area that needed your attention the most.

"Please," he mutters weakly in an attempt for you to stop teasing him.

"Shh, patience, baby," you tell him. Grabbing the alcohol from the nightstand, You poured some of the liquid into his belly button, swirling your tongue inside gently before drinking the substance from his navel.

"Ah, ahh," he moans breathily back, arching off the bed as you licked every last drop from his belly button. "Please do that again," he begs, lifting his hips off the mattress practically humping the air.

"With pleasure," you repeated your actions loving the sinful whimpers that came from him.

You straddle his waist again, grinding on his dick, not even caring about how loud you were moaning.

Each time you rubbed your arousal covered pussy on his throbbing cock, you could see it glisten from your wetness and his precum.

You used your free hand to guide his tip at your entrance, sinking down on his length, giving you both the relief that you so desperately needed.

He couldn't tell if it was the shots that made him dizzy or how tightly your cunt had gripped his cock, but he knew one thing for sure was that it felt like heaven and when you bounced up and down on his thick cock he saw stars.

You touched his bottom lip with your thumb "open" you could barely even finish the word, and his mouth was already wide open. His eagerness for your each and every command would be the death of you.

Taking one final shot, you swirled your tongue around, marveling at the rich taste. You leaned down to open your mouth, transferring the shot into his mouth. He sat upward, swallowing his sixth shot of the night. You attached your lips to his kissing him roughly.

"Such a good boy," you bit down on his bottom lip, sticking your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue.

You take hold of his hands, pinning them to the bed. He whines into the kiss, trying to keep up with you but ultimately failing. The overwhelming pleasure was too much. His mouth feel wide open, allowing you to suck on his tongue as his saliva spilled from the corners of his lips.

He was a complete mess, body covered in sweat, hair ruffled, and his abdomen covered in your arousal.

The stretch that his cock provided was absolute heaven each time you rocked back and forth. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic area, stimulating you perfectly.

All he could do was lay there and take everything that you were giving him while whimpering nonstop from how good you rode his dick.

You used your other hand to massage his nipple, adding even more pleasure for him, so much pleasure that he couldn't hold back any longer even if he wanted to.

His whimpers and cries of your name turned into high pitched moans that increased when you sped up the movement of your hips, riding his dick faster.

His body jerked violently as his back arched off the bed. You sucked on his tongue harshly as his cock throbbed inside you.

He coated your walls with his hot releases filling you up to the brim.

He thrusts his hips into you wildly, sending you over the edge "fuck” you cry out in pleasure, clenching his cock incredibly tight as you hit the strongest orgasm you've ever had.

You laced your fingers with his riding him through both of your orgasms. Your pussy squeezed out every single last drop of his cum, driving him into overstimulation.

He let out cry-like moans with his eyes tightly shut while squeezing your hands. "T-too much," he says, panting against your lips.

"Sorry, baby," you pecked his forehead, resting your head on his chest with him still buried deep inside you, but neither of you would rather have it any other way.

Long beats of silence float around in the room as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

"I love you," he whispers in your ear out of nowhere. You laughed at him unintentionally, but you found him to be so adorable.

You weren't aware but you laughing at him shattered his tender heart. W-why are you laughing?"

"Cause baby, it's impossible to love someone you don't even know" you brushed his hair away from his forehead, revealing his furrowed brows and a dead serious look on his face.

"I do, though," he fought back.

"You do?" You ask, curiosity laced in your tone. He nodded his head cutely with the same eagernesses he had shown all night. "Prove it then," you challenged him.

"I will," he replies, determined to make you his. "I'll be the best boyfriend to you ever. I swear it, please just give me a chance" out of the two nights you've known him, this was the most confident you've ever seen him and arguably the most confident he's ever been. Deep down, he knew he'd do anything it took to have you and if that meant coming out of his shy awkward shell, then so be it.

"A chance won't hurt" you pinched his cheek, smiling at him. You weren't even entirely sure how you felt. You knew you liked him, but love was a very strong word and a word you weren't quite ready to profess.

On top of everything else, you were sure he didn't mean it.

"Thank you. I promise you won't regret it" he holds you tighter as a way to affirm his confession.

"Get some sleep. You have a lot to prove" you kiss his cheek lovingly.

"Goodnight, y/n," he says with a soft voice.

"Goodnight, baby boy" he smiles at the nickname in the dim-lit room. He began to feel his eyes close, and soon after, he drifted off to sleep.

You watched him sleep, holding in your laugh at the cute little snores he let out. You ran your fingers through his hair, placing one last kiss on his lips before falling asleep in his warm embrace.

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[erb23]

It’s incredibly telling that, after this newest episode, the only people using the saline tags for this show both do not like saline and tried to run people who did like it into that tag. And nobody is using the saline tags for actual saline content. They’re using them for anti saline content.

#but that's what you get for trying to run people out of the main tags #eventually they stop caring and use them all they want #bc whatever nonsense the fun police over there are complaining about have not shown up in those tags at all #also there's a case to be made that by forcing others to not use the main tags for anything less than praising the show #that new people with grievances with the show now DONT know about the separate tags #and so the new people use the main tags because duh they're talking about the show #and now the circle of popular blogs for that show that will pout and whine if they see anything less than uncritical posts about the show #will pout and whine because new ppl don't know about the tags specific for complaints over the show #nice way to play yourselves. it'll keep happening btw. #its also telling that they seem to not understand that complaining about people with criticism doesn't make you better than other ppl #or that if you'd be willing to use the native tag block system that you could STOP seeing posts with the saline tag #they'd still populate the main tags but at least them people would know to use them #sidenote: these same people are also hypocrites because they complain about the show too #but have a major case of that 'because i get a lot of traffic i can control how other ppl enjoy the show' type of thinking #the bulk majority of the fans left that actively watch and use 80% of the public fan sites have kinda been whittled down #to the niche of people who like only consume and accept the one main ship and also like the deuteragonist #to the point where they'll ignore all his crap behavior and just kinda blame it all on the mc not loving him when he's been so #untrustworthy and lazy. esp. in reference to being a hero. which he isn't much of #but that's another story for a diff post #the fanspace bias is very clear though. I cannot deal with twits reds or youbes because the bias is even MORE present there #and do not get me started on the wiki. talk about oof #ignore me

[animeomegas]

Pregnant!Omega!Sasuke Headcanons

Anon:  How about omega Sasuke being pregnant with an over protective mate?

@hakunamatatayqueen​:  Ooh ooh could I request some fluffy pregnant omega sasuke headcanons?👀 this baby deserves so much love and happiness omg pLz I love him so much- AND GOOD LUCK WITH UR WORK DARLING I’m in the same situation😔 so take your time and no worries🖤

(Sasuke is so popular on this blog haha! I thought I would combine these requests because they work so well together <3 Also, yes, I just want good things for Sasuke. He was screwed over so much throughout his life and I just want to make it better :( Thank you for the well wishes on my work, it’s not been fun to start university during a pandemic haha. I still haven’t met any classmates or teachers in person rip. I hope your work goes well too! I decided to write this because I already had a lot written already haha. Enjoy!!)

Warnings: Mpreg, swearing, mental breakdown, morning sickness mention ((and non-graphic description) I talked around it because I’m emetophobic haha)

There is very little in the world that Sasuke hates more than being pregnant. 

He doesn’t just find the experience unpleasant, he hates it.

He feels trapped and uncomfortable all the time.

Too hot and too cold constantly.

He feels weak and useless and at the mercy of his instincts.

And that’s not even mentioning the horrible morning sickness, paranoia and mood swings.

He wanted to revive his family so badly, but the realities had him regretting his decision more than once, even if he was happy in the end.

This is the time in Sasuke’s life that he needs the support of his alpha the most.

Sasuke will refuse to get pregnant a second time. No exceptions.

He would get sterilised as soon as was safe after he had given birth.

TRIMESTER 1:

During his first trimester, Sasuke tries his hardest to carry on as normal. 

I cannot tell you how many times you have to stop him from training so he doesn’t hurt himself or your pup.

He was also miserable when he was banned from taking any more missions.

He’s pretty good about going to his doctor’s appointments though and has no problem going to them alone if you’re busy.

He suffers from morning sickness during this time. An omega’s morning sickness can be helped with the scent of their alpha, so you end up spending lots of time scenting him when he feels awful.

Sasuke doesn’t tell many people that he’s pregnant and doesn’t like other people cooing over him. You get permission but he’ll act like he doesn’t enjoy it.

Sasuke has a very strong nesting urge from day 1, and he never thinks his nest is good enough. He spends a lot of time buying new materials for his nest, rearranging things and scenting everything. You are very lucky that Sasuke was the sole inheritor of all the Uchiha wealth with how many nesting supplies he buys. 

You hovered uncomfortably outside the bathroom door, listening to your mate be violently ill in the early hours of the morning. He didn’t want you in there with him but your alpha was running in circles, desperate to help your mate somehow.

Eventually the sounds from the bathroom ceased. You waited for a moment before hesitantly knocking on the door. 

“Sasuke?” You called out. “Can I come in?”

You heard a grunt that you decided to take as a positive response.

Swinging open the door, you let out a sigh and a quiet whine. 

Sasuke was slouched on the floor, draped part way over the toilet. He looked pale and exhausted. 

“Oh, baby.” You sighed, moving towards his shivering form.

“Go away.” He grumbled, resting his head on his arms.��“It’s gross.”

You ignored him, crouching down to sit on the floor and shifting to sit behind him. You sat flush against his back, wrapping your arms gently around his waist. You started to release a gentle scent to help him with the nausea.

Sasuke took a few deep breaths before slumping back against you.

You cradled him as gently as you could, wiping his hair back from his sweat soaked forehead. 

“Feeling better?” You whispered into his ear, rubbing soothing circles on his small baby bump. 

Sasuke hummed, eyes already closed, nuzzling into your neck. He lifted a hand and latched onto the sleeve of your shirt, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. 

You looked down at his exhausted form, clinging onto you in ways he would never normally let himself do, and you made a decision. 

“I’m not going into work today.” 

Sasuke’s eyes flew open at your words.

“No.” He scoffed. “You don’t need to stay here for me, I’m absolutely fine.”

He started trying to get up but you pulled him back against you, raising an eyebrow at his words.

“I want to stay, Sasuke.” You scented him some more, just in case any nausea still remained. “Think you can move back to bed?”

Sasuke hesitated. You waited patiently for his answer, rubbing small circles on his hips.

“I want...” Sasuke started, blushing. “I think I want to go to my nest.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, omega. Do you want me to join you?”

“Please.” He whispered, embarrassed. 

You helped him stand up from the bathroom floor and went to spend the rest of the day cuddled up in his nest.

TRIMESTER 2:

During trimester 2 Sasuke begins to show. He doesn’t get many stretch marks because his stomach is pretty small (but still healthy).

His mood swings start to get pretty extreme from this point.

Sasuke is very clingy and he gets frustrated when you have to leave him for too long. When you do leave him he gets cold or angry and always kicks you out of his nest for a day.

Sasuke starts to leave the house less and less in his second trimester. This is for many reasons. Firstly, he hates the attention he gets and doesn’t want to risk running into anyone he knows. He just doesn’t want to deal with it. Secondly, he gets a little paranoid about someone hurting his pup. You’re not really sure when those feelings start because he keeps them to himself, but when you find out you’re very worried.

To deal with it, you convince him to go on walks and dates with you outside the house. With you there, his anxiety is lessened, and it helps him cope with the paranoia.

Sasuke starts to develop cravings during this period. No one is surprised that he now wants tomatoes for every meal and snack. Every market day, you bring a huge bag and just clear out every tomato there. Sasuke refuses to cook when he’s pregnant so you end up cutting so many tomatoes over the duration of his pregnancy. 

Finally, during his second trimester, Sasuke starts to be satisfied with his nest. And then subsequently spends every moment he can buried inside it. His nest is his safe space and putting him in there is a fool proof strategy to calm him down or ease discomfort.

You sat with Sasuke in his nest, watching him fuss over some pillows in the corner. He was wearing an oversized shirt, but you could still see his pregnant tummy pressing against the fabric when he moved in a certain way. You couldn’t resist.

Leaning over to him, you pushed up his shirt and uncovered his bump. You nuzzled into his stomach, pressing kisses into his skin as you went. You giggled against him when he froze.

Sasuke stiffened and then pushed your face away firmly. You fell backwards gently, knocking over a blanket that Sasuke had pinned to the wall. You both looked at each other in silence for a moment before Sasuke huffed in displeasure.

“You ruin everything in here, I don’t know why I let you in.” He growled, moving over to that corner to try and fix it. 

You looked at him, playfully betrayed.

“You pushed me!”

“Because you deserved it, idiot.” Sasuke scoffed.

You pouted at him in reply, watching as he easily reattached the blanket.

“Are you mad at me?” You fake whined, opening your arms out for a hug.

“Tch,” He blushed, accepting your embrace. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” You crooned, nuzzling him furiously. Sasuke accepted the affection with no complaint. He must be more tired than you thought.

You both dozed peacefully in each others embrace, basking in the comfort of Sasuke’s nest and the pleasant mingling of your scents.

Until Sasuke swore suddenly, pulling himself out of your arms and scaring you half to death. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You panicked, hands flailing in an attempt to figure out what was wrong with him. 

“Foot cramp.” Sasuke grunted between clenched teeth, hands starting to massage at his foot awkwardly. He couldn’t reach comfortably around his bump. 

“Here, let me.” You quickly moved to sit at his feet, gently massaging while Sasuke let out pained hisses. You kept going until Sasuke had fully relaxed back into the pillows of his nest. 

“Fucking foot cramps.” Sasuke sighed, pulling you back towards him, and trying to position you both back into your original position. Scarcely a few moments had passed before Sasuke groaned again. 

“Now they decides to wake up.” He grumbles, shifting to lift up his shirt.

You watched in awe as your pup began to kick. 

“This never gets old.” You whispered. “I can’t believe that’s our pup in there.”

“I wish they’d let me sleep.” Sasuke grumbled, a fond smile on his face nevertheless. 

“Get comfortable and I’ll try to soothe the pup. Try to get some sleep, omega, you deserve it.”

TRIMESTER 3:

This is where Sasuke’s mental state starts to decline. 

He has a very strong flight reflex when he gets overwhelmed, but obviously he can’t run away from being pregnant, so this just makes him more distressed. 

Sasuke is a very light sleeper generally, and being pregnant means he is rarely comfortable enough to sleep properly, and sleep deprivation makes everything worse.

Sasuke ends up having so many breakdowns that he needs someone with him at all times to make sure he won’t accidentally hurt himself or the pup when he’s not in a good headspace.

Sasuke ends up being induced early to end the severe mental strain he is under.

You watched sadly as Sasuke sobbed pitifully on your bed. You had tried to help, but he threw a fit when you tried to touch him. 

“I don’t want this anymore.” He sobbed. “I can’t-I can’t sleep, I’m too hot, everything hurts, I’m useless!” His hands started to shake.

“No, no, no, sweetheart.” You rushed over to him. “You’re okay, we’ll make it okay.”

“I want to get them out!” His hands started to twitch.

You intervened immediately, shifting his hands away from his stomach, just in case. Sasuke started to sob into your arms.

“Shh, omega.” You scented him, desperate to calm him down. You felt so powerless. “Do you want to come with me to your nest? Would that help?”

Sasuke shook his head desperately. “Too hot.”

You had an idea. 

“A bath then? A nice cool one. I’ll join you and wash your hair for you, yes?”

Sasuke didn’t respond, but you made the decision for him.

Ten minutes later, you were lowering him into a cool bath, and climbing in behind him. Sasuke slumped against you, exhausted after his breakdown. You welcomed him into your embrace, running cool fingers up and down his arms.

“Better?” You whispered.

“Yeah.” He croaked back. “Sorry.”

“S’alright, my love. Just relax.”

You tenderly washed his hair for him, careful to keep shampoo out of his eyes. You smiled when Sasuke started to purr as you massaged his head, relieved that he was feeling better.

You then wiped him down with a cool flannel. When Sasuke began to shiver, you pulled the plug and helped him out of the bath. You dried his hair for him and fetched him an oversized shirt to wear. It was when you were entering back into the room that you suddenly remembered something.

“Oh, I totally forgot.” You leant down and pulled a long, thin pillow out from under your bed. “I bought this today.” You held it up for him to see. “It’s supposed to help you sleep when you’re pregnant.”

Sasuke took the pillow. 

“How does it work?”

You laid him down and helped position the pillow, making sure to wrap it under his bump to support him. When you were done, it was immediately obvious that Sasuke was comfortable. He went boneless against the pillow, eyes already drooping, the dark circles under his eyes suddenly more apparent.

You slid into bed beside him, careful not to crowd and overheat him. Instead, you took his hand in yours, rubbing the back with your thumb.

“We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow.” You began. “See if they can induce you early.”

“’kay.” He replied, half-asleep.

You pressed a gentle kiss against his mating mark.

“Sleep tight, my omega.”

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[justfrozenthings]

A Summer to Remember

Paring: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T

Word: 5,335

Notes: My piece for the Volume 5 Summer Lovin’ Frozine. To find the complete zine visit the @frozines blog. Huge thank you to @punkpoemprose for putting together another wonderful zine!

Summary: Kristoff and Anna are ready to go on their annual summer vacation to the beach at Ahtohallan. Little does Anna know, Kristoff has a big surprise for her, well...more of a big question really.

Ao3

 “Kris!” Anna Arendelle was currently packing for her and her boyfriend’s annual summer vacation to Ahtohallan. It had become an annual thing they have been doing for the past five years since they started dating. It was the first place they went on vacation as a couple and they had fallen so in love with the charming little town that they had decided to visit every year. And while each trip was a little different, it consisted of at least three things that had remained the same: spending as much time as possible at the beach, going to their favorite diner Reindeer Circle as their special dinner, and staying at the charming The Crocus beachside hotel. Little did Anna know, however, that Kristoff had a surprise that would make this trip more than a little bit different.

 “Which dress do you think I should wear to the diner?” Anna hollered from their bedroom.

 Kristoff stopped what he was doing and sauntered over to their bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he admired his girlfriend examining herself in the Rococo style mirror with the two dresses. One was the white sunflower shirtdress that he had gotten her for her twenty-third birthday, because at the time she had an obsession with the 50’s setting movie Grease. The other was a forest green sundress that had lace trimming, he has actually seen her wear this one before, when they went out to eat for his birthday, and he remembered how it hugged her in all the right places and showed off her scattering of freckles.

 “I don’t know. You decide. I’m not the one who will be wearing it,” Kristoff said.

 Anna pursed her lips. “I know, but I just want to look beautiful enough for you,” she pouted.

 A soft smile graced Kristoff’s lips and he walked over to where Anna stood, enveloping her in a loving embrace. He leaned his forehead head against hers causing a small hum to escape her delicate lips.

 “Anna, you always look beautiful. Whether you're wearing clothes or not.”

  Kristoff pushed back her bangs so that he could get a better look at her bluebell eyes, not unaware of the blush that began to tint her cheeks.

 Seeing this as a challenge he leaned down and whispered, “Especially when you’re not.”

 Anna’s blush went from a soft pink to a beat red. Successful with what he wanted to accomplish, Kristoff grinned with pride.

 “Kristoff!” Anna whined. “I’m being serious.”

 “So am I.”

 Anna let out a small huff before standing on her toes so she could entwine her hands behind his neck to give him a small peck on the lips.

 “You know, sometimes you can be very frustrating.”

 “But that’s why you love me.”

 “That, and so many other reasons,” Anna smiled.

 “Oh yeah?” he chuckled, bumping her nose with his. “And what would those be?”

 “Hmm?” Anna tapped her lips with her finger, which should still not be doing things to him.

 She put her arms behind her back and gave him a cheeky little grin.

 “Not telling.”

 “You little minx.”

 Anna picked up the dresses she had dropped on the floor during their embrace and held the sunflower one out in front of her.

 “You know,” she said, “I think I’ll wear this one. Besides, you gave this to me so that makes it special.”

 It was Kristoff’s turn to blush now. She giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek leaving him standing there dumbfounded as she went to put up the other dress.

 Later that night, after dinner they snuggled up on the couch watching reruns of The Office. Kristoff ran his fingers through Anna’s fiery hair, and eventually, she nodded off to sleep. He soon joined her in slumber, allowing his mind to drift to a very important tiny box he had hidden in the top shelf of his dresser.

 ***

 Kristoff had woken up from where he fell asleep on the couch last night, careful not to disrupt Anna as he got up to go make breakfast. He knew she liked to sleep in late and the last thing he needed was upsetting the snoring redhead. While Anna was the kindest person she had ever met, she was also scary as hell. Plus, they wouldn’t be leaving for Ahtohallan till a little after noon anyway, so they weren’t in any kind of rush.

 He raised his arms above his head and stretched, his shirt rising up a bit to reveal some of his toned stomach.

 Turning on the stove, he cracked a few eggs into the frying pan. He made them scrambled, just how Anna liked them. He added an assortment of other things as well like chives and cheese. Early on in their relationship, he had learned that Anna would eat just about anything as long as it had either two things: cheese or chocolate.

 The scent of the delicious concoction of eggs, bacon, and biscuits Kristoff whipped up swirled in the air causing Anna to stir in her sleep. She had tried with all her might to not give in to the delectable aroma, but eventually the mouse had fallen for the trap. Her button nose stuck up to get a better whiff. She looked like a little woodland creature in search of food.

 She followed the scent all the way into the kitchen to where Kristoff had begun serving everything on their plates.

 “You’re up early?” Kristoff teased, knowing very well that this was a rare occurrence.

 Anna gave him a small swat on the shoulder. “Oh shush you.” She opened the fridge door to grab the jelly for their biscuits, strawberry for her and grape for him, and set them on the little round table right outside the kitchen.

 “Your breakfast m’lady,” Kristoff said, putting on the best posh accent he could muster and giving a small bowl as he placed the dish in front of her.

 “Why thank you kind sir,” Anna replied back with a fancy accent of her own.

 “So,” Kristoff said, getting Anna to meet her eyes with his. “Are you excited for our trip?”

 Anna nodded before shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

 “I’m always excited, because it means I get to spend a whole day with you.”

 “You see me every day,” Kristoff chuckled, feeling light and happy in his chest. It was a feeling that only Anna was able to give him.

 “True, but with work keeping us on our feet and having completely different schedules from one another, we hardly ever get to spend quality time together.”

 Anna spread some strawberry jam on her biscuit. Some dripped down the side of her finger and when she licked it, Kristoff could do nothing but stare. It seemed as if with every move she took, made him lose his breath every time.

 He must have been staring for quite a while too because suddenly Anna was in his lap with her arms wound around his neck, snapping him out of his reverie. He glanced over to where she was previously sitting across from him and saw that her plate was empty.

 She put both her small hands on the side of his face and turned his head so that he was looking at her once again. And when she smashed her lips all he could taste was strawberry jam and Anna, and he would be perfectly fine if time froze in that moment and they stayed that way forever.

 “You know strawberry jam may be delicious, but kissing you is always so much sweeter,” Anna sighed.

 “You flatter me too much,” Kristoff grinned.

 Anna returned the smile before giving him a peck on the lips and leaving to go finish packing any last-minute things.

 Kristoff laughed to himself, wondering how he, who came from nothing, had been blessed with Anna, who came from everything.

 Anna was the heiress of her father’s manufacturing company, Arendelle Incorporated. Her family had also founded the town they lived in so saying she was popular was a little bit of an understatement. While  he was adopted into a family that couldn’t offer much except their love.

 Whenever they were out in public people would always whisper. Many believed they didn’t belong together due to their different backgrounds, that Anna was too good for him. But despite all the harsh words and criticism they have received, Anna refused to believe any of it. She said that it doesn’t matter that they come from two different worlds, because she loved him, and love is the strongest thing there is.

 With a smile, Kristoff got up from his seat and went into the kitchen to wash his dishes.

 ***

 “Krissss,” Anna groaned, “Are we there yet?”

 “We just left the apartment feisty,” he said laughing at his girlfriend’s impatience.

 It was a six-and-a-half-hour drive to Ahotohallan, and every single time, no matter how many times they did it, Anna never forgot to show her displeasure for the small road trip. It was rather adorable if Kristoff was being honest.

 “But I’m so bored.”

 “Turn on the radio.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it before rubbing little circles on it with his thumb. “Besides,…I like it when you sing.”

 With a blush, Anna pressed the radio button, flipping through the stations until she settled on one she liked.

 A few minutes later she had become lost in the music, singing and doing little dances in her seat as if there was nobody watching. Kristoff loved this view of her. He loved seeing her in her natural element, because it was so Anna and there was nothing better in the world than that. Her voice sounded like birds singing their morning songs when the first light of day appeared over the horizon. She had rolled her window down and her hair looked like a wildfire the way the wind blew through it, making it go in different directions. And Kristoff hoped that he would get to see her like this for the rest of eternity. If Anna accepted the question he had prepared, then that dream would become a reality.

 About halfway they had stopped at a burger place to grab some lunch then headed to the nearest gas station to fill up the tank. Anna, of course, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to go inside and grab a few chocolate bars for the road. Kristoff would never understand how someone so small could consume so much of the sweet treat. He was convinced that it wasn’t blood but chocolate sauce that flowed through her veins.

 He laughed when she came out holding twelve chocolate bars, saying that there were too many to choose from and that she didn’t want the other chocolate bars to feel bad for not choosing them so the only logical thing to do was to buy one of each. She also said that she would space them out during their trip, but he just shook his head and smiled knowing fully well that all twelve candy bars would not make it by the time they arrived at the hotel.

 ***

 Unfortunately, it took a little longer than usual to arrive at the hotel due to some heavy traffic. Neither of them minded though, because it just meant Anna had more time to sing at the top of her lungs and having little conversations that usually ended with them saying how much they loved one another.

 Anna hopped out of the car, “Finally! We’re here!” She hopped up and down on the tips of her toes and clapped her hands together. She looked like a little kid who was about to receive their ice cream cone. “Now we can finally relax and get our vacation started!” She squealed with excitement.

 “Don’t get too worked up just yet feistypants. I still have to check-in,” Kristoff chuckled as he made his way over to her with their bags.

     The Crocus may not have been five stars, but it was affordable and convenient because it was right on the beach. Kristoff and Anna had never been ones for fancy things anyway.

 Anna sat in the lobby admiring the coziness of it all while she waited for Kristoff to return with their room keys. Though she had been here many a time, the homey little hotel never failed to take her breath away.

 Speaking of things that took her breath away, Anna was getting a rather pleasant view of Kristoff’s butt from where he stood at the front desk. Those jeans were definitely doing his ass a lot of favors.

 The scene had put Anna in such a deep trance that she didn’t even notice that Kristoff had left and made his way over to her.

 “Room 209.”

 Anna shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. “Hm?”

 “Our room,” Kristoff said. “It’s 209.”

 “Oh! Um.Our room.209. Got it!” Anna stuttered hoping that he didn’t catch her ogling his butt a few minutes ago.

 “Are you okay?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow.

 Blood rushed up to her cheeks. “Never better!” She got up and grabbed the handle of her suitcase, staring there awkwardly as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and bit her lip. “Let’s head up shall we.”

 She rushed past Kristoff leaving him standing there dumbfounded as to what had just happened before he followed her towards the elevator.

 Anna threw herself on the bed sighing with contentment. “Finally!,” she exclaimed. “We can relax and begin our vacation.”

 Kristoff joined his girlfriend on the bed grinning at the image of her snuggled up into the pillow with her eyes peering at him. She looked like a kitten curled up in a blanket.

 Kristoff pressed her frame against his, his large arms swallowing her in a tight hug. “Just a whole week of just you, me, and spending quality time at one of our favorite places together.”

 Anna hummed in agreement. He kissed the top of her head and relished in her soft honeysuckle-scented hair.

 They stayed curled up with one another for hours it seemed, one never wanting to let the other go. The peacefulness of the moment, eventually bringing both to a deep slumber.

 It was around 5:00 when Kristoff woke up. He figured he would let Anna sleep in a little more before then went and grabbed some dinner.

 Carefully unwinding himself from Anna he silently walked over to his suitcase. Unzipping the front pocket he took out the tiny box containing the ring. It glimmered back at him and he looked over his shoulder to make sure Anna hadn’t woken up; if she had seen him the jig would be up.

 He ever so quietly put the box back in the small corner of his front bag pocket. He had decided to wake Anna up at 6:00, and for the time being he made himself a cup of tea and got out the chapter book he had currently been reading.

 When 6:00 rolled around Kristoff had woken Anna up just as he had planned. Anna quickly fixed her lion's mane that she always got after a good rest and looked up restaurants nearby on her phone to find a place to eat. Settling on an Italian place they headed out the door and down to the lobby.

 For dinner they shared a plain cheese pizza, Anna never cared much for toppings. They laughed over stories about moments shared together in their past, with dreams of creating more in the future. And every time Anna’s soft lips wrapped around the straw to take a sip of her Coke she would lick the droplets off her lips causing a pulse to surge through Kristoff’s body. The simple things that woman could do to him was uncanny.

 When the check came they had both blushed when the waitress deemed them “The Cutest Couple Ever.”

 Now, after a quick stroll through the park, they found themselves back in their bed tangled up in their sheets as they held one another.

 Anna absentmindedly twirled the hair on his chest with her index finger, breathing in his woodsy aroma and listening to the beating of his heart. She placed a soft kiss there, “I love it when we get to share moments like this,” she sighed. “Moments where we can let all our worries run free and sunker down into each other's embrace.”

 “Yeah. Me too.” Kristoff stroked his fingers through her unruly hair.

 “I was always alone when I was little, so I thought I’d never get to have anything like this. I never thought I’d feel as loved as I do now. But then you happened Kristoff Bjorgman. You crashed into my life and changed it for the better.” She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at him. “I love you, and I will always love you forever and always.”

 Kristoff pushed a strand of hair behind her ears, tears welling in his from the sweet words that had just left Anna’s mouth. “I love you too. To the ends of the earth and back.”

 Wrapped up in each other’s love, all that could be heard that night were Anna’s soft snores and the heartbeats of two people who were madly in love.

 ***

 Anna woke up, her head still resting on Kristoff’s chest. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared at Kristoff’s sleeping form. He looked like an angel. A very tall blonde muscular angel.

 She stroked his hair and he looked up at her drowsily, cracking a lopsided grin.

 “Hey beautiful,” he said, bringing her fingers up to his lips for a kiss.

 “Hey yourself.” She smiled back at him and he was lost again.

 “So?,” he pulled her tighter to his chest. “What would you like to do today?”

 Anna tapped her pursed lips. “Hmm…how about we go to the beach? We had a long day of traveling yesterday so I would just kind of like to have a chill day. Know what I mean?”

 He pressed a line of kisses from her cheekbone down to the base of her neck and stayed there for a while. “Sounds perfect.”

 Anna went to her suitcase to pull out her swimsuit while Kristoff got ready in the bathroom (which didn’t take long at all). Kristoff, unlike Anna, was never really one who cared much about his looks. Of course he made sure he kept up with his hygiene, but for everyday wear, he usually rocked some sort of simple T-shirt and let his hair go wild and free. Oftentimes, people would give him nasty for how unkempt and long his hair was, but Anna liked it that way and to him, that was all that mattered.

 When he stepped out of the bathroom his girlfriend looked at him with hungry eyes and he almost had half a mind to strip them both down of any article of clothing and go back to being wrapped up in the sheets. It also didn’t help that Anna gave him a seductive wink when she passed him to go into the bathroom.

 It was Anna’s turn to walk out of the bathroom and Kristoff had given her the same look she gave him just a few moments ago.

 She wore a black 50’s style one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots. Her hair was put up in a messy bun, the little whispys that had escaped it framing her angelic face with perfection.

 His eyes were wild with lust as he looked at the goddess that was his girlfriend.

 Anna must have known that the sight of her was making him swoon too because she rubbed her pale star scattered freckled thighs together as she bit her lip peering up at him with shy yet mischievous eyes.

 “What do you think?”

 He lost all control over his body as he sauntered towards smashing his lips against hers.

 “I think,” he whispered into her and her butt a little squeeze, “that I must have the sexiest girlfriend on the planet.”

 “Kristoff!” She swatted his chest. “You can’t say things like that.” A blush rose to her cheeks which only made him more confident to tease her a bit more.

 “In fact, you're so sexy that I think we should skip going to the beach and hop right back in bed.” He nibbled behind her ear.

 “Besides,” he smirked, “I don’t want other guys drooling all over you.”

 “Ah, ah, ah,” Anna tsked, wagging her finger. “We only get to come here once a year, mister. We’re going to the beach.”

 “Fine,” he groaned. “But, don’t get mad at me if I have to fight someone for flirting with you.”

 Anna threw her head back and laughed. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. I highly doubt anybody is going to hit on me.You? Yes. People will for sure be wanting a piece of you. But me? No way in hell.”

 “You know I really wish you wouldn’t talk that way. You make it sound as if you're not attractive.”

 “That’s because I’m not.”

 She started to turn the door handle before Kristoff shoved her up against the wood and pressed his mouth over hers in a firm kiss.

 “Don’t,” Kristoff breathed across her lips, “you dare say that. You are the most beautiful being on the planet and I pity anyone who doesn’t agree with me.”

 Tears gleamed in Anna’s, making her blue orbs sparkle like the ocean right outside of their hotel. Words got caught in her throat and the only thing she could do was reply back with a kiss.

 ***

 Anna couldn’t believe it, but Kristoff had been right. They were lounging in their beach chairs when Anna decided to go grab them drinks from the bar. After placing her order and taking a seat at the countertop while she waited for them, a tall skinny man with eyes of emerald green and dark auburn hair with sideburns took a seat right next to her. He pulled his stool closer, and when Anna had tried moving away he would scoot right next to her again.

 Anna stood up to move down to another stool, but as she started to walk away a slender hand gently gripped her tiny wrist.

 Anna’s heart dropped as she slowly turned her head to look at the stranger with frightened eyes.

 “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable miss. It’s just that, when I see a woman as beautiful as you I can’t help but wanna introduce myself.”

 “That’s very flattering of you to say-I think-but I do have a boyfriend.” Anna made sure to elaborate on the word “boyfriend” to make it clear that she was unavailable and that hopefully the guy would leave her alone.

 “Well, that’s too bad.” He gave her a sweet sinister smile and fear washed over her.

 He still held her wrist and when she tried to break free he pulled her to him.

 “However,” he paused to kiss her hand. “I’m sure he won’t mind if I borrow you for a little while.”

 Anna looked over his shoulder with frantic eyes, hoping to find a bartender or some other beach guest who would notice her discomfort. Kristoff was on the other side of the bar and out of sight from her so she couldn’t rely on him either, though if he were to have seen the situation Anna had no doubt he would be here in a heartbeat.

 She would have to deal with the problem on her own.

 “Actually,” Anna furrowed her brow trying to put on the sternest look possible. “I don’t think he would. And quite frankly I wouldn’t appreciate it very much either. Now I already told you I am not interested so please respect my wishes and leave me alone,” she huffed.

 She pushed him away before he grabbed hold of her waist and pressed her body against his once more.

 “Come on darling, don't be that way. I promise to show you a good time.”

 Anna tried to wriggle from his grasp, but he was surprisingly strong for such a scrawny man.

 “No!,” she screamed, finally turning the heads of those around them. “Let me go! Leave me alone!”

 She twisted and turned but to no avail could she break free; that was until a fist had collided with her aggressor’s face.

 Screams and gasps spread throughout the beach like a tidal wave.

 Looking up to see her hero’s face, she cried a breath of relief to find Kristoff standing over the man’s limp body, seething with anger.

 Kristoff grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed him up against the countertop. “If I ever catch you near my girlfriend again you can be sure I’ll do more than just punch you.”

 Kristoff threw him back onto the ground standing tall and brooding, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched him skimper away like a scared dog.

 He turned to Anna, his face softening as he brought her into a warm hug.

 She rested her head against his shoulder, her small frame small trembling against his large one. He placed a kiss there as he gently caressed her hair.

 He pulled back to look at her, “You okay?”

 “I am now, thanks to you.” She smiled softly at him and he kissed her forehead.

 “Were you scared?”

 “Only a little, but I’m glad you came to my rescue.”

 He gave her one of his iconic sappy grins and it made her heart flutter.

 “Always.” He rested his cheek against the top of her head. “Even though I know you could have totally kicked his ass.”

 “Damn right I could have.”

 Kristoff gave a whole-hearted laugh and Anna joined in, her giggles creating a symphony with his chuckles.

 The rest of the day was spent splashing each other in the salty waters of the ocean, buried each other in the sand, held a sandcastle contest-which Anna had won- and ended with them holding each other close as they watched the sunset beneath the horizon.

 When they arrived back at the room they hopped in the shower helping one another wash the salt out of their hair.

 Once more they were now tangled in the sheets of their love, drifting off to sleep with the sound of the other’s heartbeat.

 ***

 For the next few days, Anna and Kristoff spent their time going on hikes, shopping at their favorite local stores, visiting the town’s attractions, and so on.

 Now, on their last night here, Kristoff sat at the foot of their bed dressed in the best casual clothes he had, fumbling with the small box he held in his hands. Anna was still in the bathroom “making herself pretty,” as she called it even though he told her that she was beautiful just the way she was.

 Taking one last deep breath he put the ring in the little gift bag he bought to carry it in. Since he wasn’t wearing a suit he didn’t have a pocket to hide it in except for his jeans, but Anna would for sure be able to make out the outline of the box if he did that.

 “Whatcha got there?”

 Kristoff jumped at the sound of Anna’s voice behind him. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her come out of the bathroom and accidentally run into the dresser cursing, as she walked up to him.

 “Oh! Uh…it’s nothing!,” he stuttered.

 “Kristoff I love you I really do, but please don’t take this the wrong way when I say you have never been a very good liar.”

 Caving into Anna’s persistence he picked the bag off the ground and showed it to her. He had wanted to keep it a secret, but knew his nosy girlfriend wouldn’t stop pestering him until she got what she wanted.

 “I got you a gift. You know just a little something to show how much I love you.” He gave her a dopey smile before adding, “But, it’s for after dinner. So no peeking.”

 “Aww, Kristoff! That’s very sweet of you, but you don’t need to get me a gift to prove that you love me. I know that by heart.”

 Her words made his heart flutter and he took her hand rubbing small circles over before kidding each one of her fingers.

 “You ready?,” she said, breaking the silence.

 “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said more to himself than to her.

 Together they walked the quiet streets that guided them to their destination and before long they had arrived at a familiar little diner with a big retro light-up sign that said Reindeer Circle.

 They preferred their usuals, for Anna a large chocolate shake with extra whip cream and a plate of chicken fingers with curly fries, and for Kristoff a hamburger with regular fries-though he knew Anna would probably eat some of them-and a glass of water.

 They chatted and laughed as they enjoyed their meals, the time encroaching ever so closer for Kristoff to pop his big question.  And as the waitress had taken their dishes away, he decided that it was now or never.

 “Anna?”

 She had turned her attention away from the window and back to him. “Hm?,” she sighed dreamily, gently squeezing their clasped hands in the middle of the table.

 “I think it may be time for me to give you your present.”

 Interest piqued in her eyes and she lifted her head from where it rested in the palm of her hand.

 “Oh? Really?!” She clapped her hands together, unable to contain her excitement.

 “Um? Yeah…just let me,” he cleared his throat, “let me prepare myself right quick.”

 “Prepare yourself? Kristoff what are you-”

 She was cut off mid-sentence at the sight of Kristoff, down on one knee holding open a box with a ring, in front of her.

 “Anna Arendelle you are the most extraordinary person I ever had the pleasure of meeting. Before you, I thought my destiny was to just live on my own for the rest of my life. But, you came crashing into it with your infectious love and proved me wrong. They say everyone has an angel, and you are mine. Will make me that happiest man on earth, and marry me?”

 Tears formed in Anna’s eyes and she threw herself into Kristoff’s arms, peppering kisses all over his face.

 “Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

 Applause spread through the diner and Kristoff spun Anna in the air, kissing her deeply as he slid the ring in her finger.

 Anna admired it. In the middle was a stone of amber on a gold band with intricate petal designs that had made it look like a sunflower. It was so perfect and knowing that it was Kristoff who picked it out caused her heart to overflow with overwhelming love and desire for him.

 After the excitement had settled, they had already begun discussing wedding plans.

 “I think we should have it here, in Ahotohallan. On the beach,” Anna said with a smile.

 “Unless…you know…you would rather have it somewhere else. I just thought it would be cute to have it at a place we both loved, and I always dreamed of having a beach wedding since I was a little girl. I always thought it was romantic. But, if you don’t think it’s a good idea I totally understand! You know what, forget I said anything it’s stupid.”

 “Hey! Hey! Anna!,” he cradled her face in his calloused palms and brushed a thumb across her ivory freckled cheek. “I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”

 That night as Anna lay in the comfort of Kristoff’s arms, she stared at the ring glistening in the moonlight that shone through the window with visions of many more summer vacations to come.

#kristanna #kristanna fanfiction #my fanfiction #frozine #summer lovin frozine #fanfiction

[magpiemorality]

Another request, if it's okay ofc, Canon or AU both are fine, Deceit and Remus both being interested in Patton and trying to gain his affections and being dramatic rivals. Patton is a bit obvious to it all at first but it ends with him cheerfully saying he likes them both so they both can become his boyfriends, they don't have to fight

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 AO3

Warnings: cursing, judgemental characters, a character dismissing polyamory as an option

***

“I just don’t know what to do!” Patton flopped down on his bed, keeping his phone up by his ear and pouting at the ceiling. 

On the other end, his best friend Remy sighed before replying. “Maybe you could just go and do something about the situation instead of always whining to me about your crazy lucky love life?!” he suggested. “Because gurl, you’re lucky! My dry spell has been over a week now and I’m starting to go mad-” 

Patton giggled and tuned out as Remy kept on complaining about his own lack of a dating life, twirling a curl around his finger and chewing on his lip thoughtfully. 

It was a pretty heavenly dilemma to have, really. It was just so gosh darn upsetting that Patton had to solve the whole thing by making a decision, instead of just riding the euphoria forever. 

The dilemma was this: Patton had two potential boyfriends and he was only allowed to choose one. 

On the one hand; Dexter O’Reilly was drop dead gorgeous, and climbing the social ranks fast by essentially just building his own and declaring it lord of them all. He was mysterious and exciting and surprisingly sweet, and he was a total bad boy. Patton’s parents would never approve (the fact their wholesome Mormon beliefs didn’t approve of most of his life choices notwithstanding…) but that just made it all the more exciting. Dex would be the type of guy that turned Patton from Sandy at the beginning of Grease; to Sandy at the end of Grease, and he was sorta tempted by the idea of a change. Being perfect all the time was a bit of a drag after a while. 

On the other hand there was Remus Duke. One of the defensive end’s of the football team, he was big and strong and, well he was a football player. Patton was a cheerleader. It was practically the law. And Remus was always smiling, always living his life loud and proud and defending his ideals no matter what it took. More than once Patton had heard of him getting into a fight because someone had said something rude to one of his friends, which should not have been as hot as Patton had found it, but gosh, loyalty was sexy okay?! Don’t judge him. Remus was not quite as much a bad boy as Dex was, but he filled the criteria nicely enough. 

Patton was completely torn. 

“-babes you’re not even listening to me, you complain about your dynamic duo all the time and you won’t even listen to me bitch about all the boys that don’t want to date me?!” 

“Gosh, sorry Rem. I just- I can’t help myself!” 

There was a moment’s silence before the sound of a cup being sucked nearly dry nearly burst Patton’s eardrum. “Hey, that’s not fair you promised not to do that without warning again!” 

“Babes, deal with it. Now I gotta go get ready for class, but I’ll speak to you soon. And Pat?” 

“Yeah?”

“Sort your head out soon. Rumour on the blog discord has it that Duke isn’t gonna wait for Prom anymore and wants to pop the question by Spring break. If you’re gonna pick him you’ll want to let the other one down gently before that happens, ‘kay?”

“Mm.”

“Okay babes, ciao!” 

“Ciao, Remy,” Patton mumbled, dropping his phone by his head and letting out a loud groan. Easier said than done. Especially when it wasn’t just his head that had high stakes in the matter; his heart was going all in. 

***

“Mr Duke, will you please focus?!” Dammit, had he been zoning out again? Fuck. Remus lifted his hand with an apologetic grin, turning back to the experiment his group had running on the counter in front of them. 

“How does she always know?” Toby muttered, eyeing their Chem 3 professor suspiciously. “I was totally covering for you dude, I swear. I know how you get.” 

Remus shot him a grateful smile, swirling the contents of a test tube until the mixture was evenly dispersed. “I know, it’s all cool. She’s just some kind of teaching cryptid, probably. Never doesn’t know every single thing happening in class…” 

“So what was it today? You need to run it off later?” Toby offered once they’d started the bunsen burner and set the timer, sitting back to watch and wait for the reaction. “Bad or good?”

“Oh, kinda… both? No running necessary, bro, thanks, but maybe, maybe some house rules mariokart after practice. It was Patton again.”

Toby winced in sympathy. “Our itty bitty pretty cheerboy has got you bad, Duke. What is this, year two, month three?” 

“Something like that. Do you think I should go back to the plan to wait for prom season? It’s just… that would be easy but then I’m wasting time and I already missed the winter formal chance and now there’s this other guy-”

“Wait what other guy?” Toby asked, leaning forwards to check the timer quickly. “There’s another guy?”

“Yeah, the fancy one. You know the one, he’s got the birthmark all over his face?”

“Huh, I thought you only liked the pretty ones-”

“Hey. We don’t make those jokes, remember? We’re better than that now. And besides, he’s not another guy for me, he’s another guy for Patton. They spent loads of time together over Winter break, and he’s like, super weirdly popular or something. Like a mob boss. He probably has way more to offer Patton than I do… Ow!” He glared at his friend, rubbing his shoulder. “What was that for?” 

“For shit talking my best friend. Besides dude, this could be your motivation, right? You need something to get you moving, because shit if you aren’t gonna do it on your own…” 

“Harsh, but fair.”

“So think of it like a competition. You’re good at those.”

Remus blinked, tilting his head. The timer went off before he could reply, so they tabled the conversation. He brought it back up again when they were on the field stretching before practice, eyes straying frequently over to the gym wall where he knew the cheerleaders were inside doing their own practice session. 

“So, about that competition idea… What did you have in mind?” He asked, attempting to be casual and failing. 

Toby grinned. “Alright, here’s the plan.”

***

“Here’s the plan,” Dex told himself sternly in the mirror. “You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get coffee. You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get coffee. Shit, no, he prefers tea…” 

He sighed, walked in a frustrated circle around his room and came back to the mirror, pushing his hair back and starting again. “You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get tea. With you! You are going to- oh what is the point?” This whole exercise was useless. It hadn’t worked for the past three weeks- why would it work today? He was going to pass Patton on campus and give him the usual strained smile and mumbled greeting before hurrying on with his day, annoyed and frustrated and disappointed and another day closer to losing Patton to Remus Duke. 

Dex would rather die than let that neanderthal win. 

And based on the information he was gathering on his blog, he was running out of time to ensure that didn’t happen. Today was going to be crucial- if he could break his routine of failure that was… Maybe a new plan would help? He could take Patton’s favourite order with him and offer it to him when he saw him and use that as a conversation starter instead? Now, that sounded more achievable. 

The next morning Dex got up early to detour via the cafe, picking up his own and Patton’s orders and wandering through campus until he caught a flash of blond hair and a musical laugh. It all seemed to be lining up nicely until he caught sight of his rival approaching from the other side of the quad. Fuck no, Remus was not getting there first! 

Dex sped up, noticing Remus notice him and seeing the moment he clocked that this was turning into a race. The footballer’s legs were longer and stronger than his own, but Dex had the headstart, and he made it to Patton just in time to hold out the cup of tea with a hopeful smile and open his mouth to explain his offering, when Remus crashed into him and the two of them went sprawling on the ground. 

The drinks were spilled and Patton shrieked in surprise, trying to help them both up at the same time, and then apparently clocking that it was the two of them. He squeaked and went red, recoiling and running away, leaving the two boys to scowl at each other. 

Dex rubbed his hip where he’d fallen and Remus brushed himself, looking very unapologetic. “So, you’re Remus Duke. I’ve heard all about you…”

“Oh yeah? You scared, O’Reilly?” Remus shot back, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to know shit about you to know I’m gonna be the successful one out of the two of us. I mean it’s the law right- cheerleader plus footballer equals happy ending?” 

“Back off Duke, you wouldn’t know how to treat him right anyway. He’s not a trophy to tick of your perfect life checklist!”

“No you back off- I saw him first! I liked him since freshman year, dude, this is just unfair of you.” 

Dear lord was Remus actually pouting? Dex looked at him scornfully. “Patton isn’t an object. He makes his own decisions. He will pick the better man.”

“Yeah he will. And I’m gonna show him that that’s me.” Remus said with a proud smirk. Dexter stared at him. “I’ve got a plan,” Remus elaborated cockily, and Dex really wanted to wipe that look off his face, but he had better things to do and a reputation to maintain. And a replacement coffee to buy, if he wanted to get through today’s classes. 

He lifted his chin and pulled his messenger bag higher up his shoulder with a scoff. “Well I look forwards to seeing what a brute like you can produce to woo a delight like Patton. In fact, I welcome the competition. It’ll make me look even better by comparison.”

Remus was back to scowling, and Dex tallied that as a win for himself. “I won’t even interfere, you’re going to fuck it up all by yourself, I’m sure. Just look at you,” he sniffed, looking Remus up and down with judgemental eyes. “You’re a mess, Duke. Bye now.” 

He turned to go, leaving Remus huffing and puffing behind him, speechless with fury. 

Things were off to a good start.

***

End of part 2 (woops this is going to be longer?)

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