#4. the little pause she makes when they start talking specifically about the two of them having sex

[darkpoisonouslove]

I'm... I'm weak.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 4)

DESCRIPTION: You have been invited to your friends party with your husband, Thomas Shelby

WORD COUNT: 3048

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WARNINGS: brief mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of gangs, talk of arranged marriage, drinking, smoking, calls reader 'love', smut, dom Thomas, sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, dirty talk, degrading

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It will not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

You sit in the living room of your friends house. Your husband sat next to you as the other guests talk around you. You recognise some of the other people. Knowing them from previous parties and interactions. Talking mainly to them but still joining in with some of the conversation from everyone. Laughing at the jokes they make or adding your own knowledge to subjects. You notice Tommy stays silent beside you. Occasionally smiling at a joke, even letting out soft chuckles. But you pay it no mind.

Once all the guests have arrived is when the party truly gets started. Music, food, and alcohol is served. You got up, getting yourself and your husband a drink each. Him thanking you as you sit next to him again. Sipping your drink you lean towards him. "That is Vanessa's niece and nephew. Her brother and sister in law" you point out the people. His eyes following your finger as he listens to your introductions.

"The group over there are some of her friends from her early childhood. They used to play together when they were younger. I wish I could remember all their names" you pause as you try and think. "I've only met them once and that was a few years ago on my defense" he continues to watch the different people. "Oh that is her nanny. Vanessa comes from a very, very posh family so they could hire a nanny" you look around. Pulling at your bottom lip slightly with your teeth as you try and find a specific person. Shrugging slightly, downing the rest of your drink before muttering. "I can't see either of her parents"

You stand up. Causing his eyes to move from the crowd up to meet yours. "Do you want another drink?" he shakes his head. Watching as you go over to the drinks area. Grabbing a bottle and refilling your glass. You go to walk back over to your husband just as Vanessa comes up beside you. You smile at her, going to speak but she cuts you off.

"So... you got married" you nod, placing the lid of the bottle back on as you place it back onto the table. "That must be nice for you... " Turning to face her you take a sip of your drink "Thomas Shelby correct?". You nod again, getting ready to answer her 21 questions. "How did you two meet then?"

"I ran into him a few times around where we lived. We got closer once I became his neighbor. Once that happened one thing led to another and well - now we're married"

"Oh that's... sweet"

"You hesitated"

"No. No I didn't" you look at her, a smile taunting your lips as she shakes her head. Raising your eyebrow a fraction she lets out a sigh "Ok maybe I'm a bit hesitant" you lean against the table, picking your drink up.

"Why?"

"I just- I'm concerned for you" she comes closer to you, her eyes darting over at the man as she speaks in a hushed tone "I've heard about the Peaky Blinders. What they do. And who they are run by" you nod, watching as she moves a little bit away from you. Placing her hands either side of your arms. Almost holding you in place as she tilts her head down slightly. Looking at you through her eyebrows. As if the new angle could give a new perspective for either of you.

"I'm worried you've gotten yourself into a situation that you can't get yourself out of. That you've done something to end up here" you nod in understanding. Bringing your drink up to your lips as you take a sip. She continues "The violence that surrounds his name. The illegal acts that his family take part in. The affairs he has with every girl with a heart beat". Your eyes glance over to him. As if on cue a young, very attractive girl goes and sits next to him. You take a deep breath and look back at your friend. Smiling at her as you place your drink down. Taking her hands in yours as you look at your friend.

"I appreciate your concern. I do. And I love how much you care about me. But I am aware of who my husband is and the acts he gets up to in his free time" you look downward as you continue speaking slowly, thinking the words through before saying them out loud. "I know that - so long as I am his wife - my sisters and I will be protected from everyone who used to want me dead. I also know that my husband would never cause me harm as it wouldn't be in his best interest to hurt me"

Before either of you could continue your conversation, a youngish lad comes over. Asking your friend for a dance to which she accepts. You take this time to down your drink, pouring yourself another one before going back over to the table with Thomas at. The girl he was talking to stands up, smiling at you before turning to him. Gently resting her hand on his shoulder as she leans down. "I've got to go. My car is waiting for me. It was lovely seeing you today" she smiles, gently kissing his cheek before she stands up. "We should meet up again. Some time soon" he nods, watching her as she walks away.

"Who was that?" you ask.

"Just a girl. She thought I looked lonely so kept me company" you nod slightly.

"Sorry I would've come back sooner but I got talking to V" he nods and smiles softly at you as you turn to face him instead.

"How do you two know each other then, eh?" you let out a soft chuckle. Bringing your glass up to your lips, speaking before taking a sip of the liquid.

"I stole a large sum of money from her". His normal expressionless features turn to one of confusion instead. Causing you to let out a small chuckle, turning to watch your friend dancing as you talk to him. "I was 17. Stole her purse from her. I went to a poker game and won a good few times. She found out. I gave her back the money and the extra earnings I had made. She was impressed by how I had dealt with the money, how I stole it plus how I'd increased the earnings that she offered me a job. Working for her. Stealing for her. Being a spy of sorts. I denied the offer. I was young and knew if I started working for her then that would be it for life. But she took a liking to me. Let me stay in her house for a bit. I guess that's how we became friends"

You down the rest of your drink before placing it onto the table. Turning to face your husband. His features soft but unreadable as you watch him. You smile, standing up as you hold your hand out. A look of amusement on his face as he looks up at you.

"Lets go dance" he watches you. A smile threatens his lips before he places his hand into yours. Letting you essentially drag him to the dancing. The both of you engaging and dancing with other party goers. The song finishes and you all cheer for the band. He turns to you, gently resting his hand on your lower back as he whispers into your ear.

"You carry on dancing love. I'm going to sit down" you nod, smiling at him as you feel him move his hand from you. You take hands with one of the other party guests. Dancing with them in place of your husband.

A few more hours pass. You dance and drink throughout the night. That is until the party starts to disperse. Ending in the early hours of the morning. You say goodnight to your friends. Finding your husband sitting at a table. The girl from earlier that night sitting next to him again. You bite your bottom lip slightly. Unsure if you should go over and say something. He is your husband after all. But you arent jealous of the girl hes talking to, yes you find him attractive but you arent married to gim for romantic reasons. Because of this you decide to leave it.

Retiring to your bedroom for the night. Stumbling slightly as you make your way to the edge of the bed. Sitting onto it and regaining your balance. You must've drunk more then planned. Chuckling slightly at yourself, taking off your shoes. Starting to undo the buttons of your dress, the door opens. You automaticaly stop undressing as Thomas walks in. You smile at him softly before standing up and turning your back slightly. Undoing and taking off your dress. Leaving you in your bra, pants, and socks. Your husband takes off his blazer. You watch as he loosens and undoes his tie. Placing them onto a small armchair sitting in the bedroom.

"Mr Shelby?" you ask. Your voice quiet as to not disturb the other members of the house. He turns to face you, starting to undo his shirt buttons as he gives you his undivided attention. Your drunken mind taking over from your logical one. "Do you find me attractive?". He pauses. His hands that were undoing his buttons fall calmly to his sides. His piercing eyes standing out in the room as they watch you. The silence quickly falling onto your ears. You break your gaze with his, shaking your head slightly. Your slowly sobering mind catching up with your drunken one. "Sorry it was a stupid question. Just forget I asked it".

You reach your hands up. Fumbling with your earrings as you take them out. "Why would you think I don't find you attractive?". The suddenness of his voice making you jump slightly. You look at him. His gaze just as harsh as it was when you originally looked away.

"Please just-" you shake your head as you break his gaze "Forget I asked. Please. I think the alcohol from tonight is clouding my judgement"

"There must be some other reason behind this thought though eh?" you meet his eyes again. "You want a trusting relationship with me. This is a good way to start. So tell me - why are you suddenly asking this question"

"B-because..." you feel your cheeks start to turn a slight shade of red. His eyes dart to your cheeks, noticing the change of colour in them. He tries his best to hide the slight smirk that comes over his face

"You need to speak up love" he teases. You avoid his eyes. Speaking softly but loudly.

"We haven't had sex. Not since our wedding. I know that it's not because you're to busy for it. I've seen how you are with other woman. I know that you get it else where. I just- I assumed its because I was a social accessory. Not someone you would actually want to have sex with". There's a small pause before you hear him walk towards you. A soft grip onto your jaw as he tilts your head to look at him.

"This marriage was constructed for social reasons. Not sexual ones" he leans down, his eyes watching yours as his lips hover dangerously close to yours. "But if you want a fuck... Then I can give you a fuck". You pause a moment. Taking in what he said before you nod. A very quick but enthusiastic nod. Dropping your face he stands up straight. Taking a few steps back from you. His eyes grazing over your half naked form. You watch him. Waiting for his next move.

"Get undressed" he says. His eyes coming up and meeting yours. Never once breaking contact as you stand up. Slowly taking off your layers as he rolls his sleeves up and pushing his suspenders off of his shoulders. Watching your every movement as your undergarments soon become a small pile on the floor. You keep your arms by the side as he comes over to you. Closing the gap he created. Tilting your head up by your chin as you lock eyes with his. "Open you legs". You do as he says. The hand wondering from your chin, down your throat. Between your breasts. Over your stomach. Eventually finding that spot between your legs.

Your hands come up, resting onto his shoulders as he moves his fingers slowly over your clit. You flutter your eyes shut as soft moans leave your lips. Hands gripping his shoulders as he continues to work on the small bundle of nerves. You feel his finger move. Gently pushing two digits into your needy hole.

Another soft whine leaves your lips as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. "Poor thing. Already so wet for me. And I've been a neglectful husband. Not helping to attend to your needs". He puts his arm around your waist. Holding you close to him as he continues.

"P-please Mr Sh-Shelby" you manage to stutter out. Opening your eyes, your gaze connecting with his as he quickens his pace on you. Causing all logical thought to leave your head as you dig your nails into his shoulders. Feeling your orgasm building up and up. "Please. Please" you mumble. He smiles, watching as you start to crumble under him.

"You want to cum eh?" Feeling him curl his fingers inside of you. You nod

"Yes. Fuck yes. Please" he smiles. Kissing you harshly before he removes his fingers. Right before you could cum. "No. Please. Please" you beg. Your hips rutting against nothing as you try and get some sort of friction. He smiles. An almost sadistic smile as you grip at his shirt.

"Its ok love. I'll let you cum before morning". He kisses you again. Enjoying the small grunt you make as your mouths connect. He pulls away. Pushing you gently away from him, perching you onto the end of the bed. You watch as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. You bite your bottom lip. Watching his hands remove the delicate fabric. Your eyes fixated on him removing his trousers and underwear. His clothes becoming forgotten on the floor as he walks over to you.

He doesn't hesitate as he pushes his lips back onto yours. Your hand going to the back of his head as the other holds his bicep. His hands going to either side of your face. The slight taste of alcohol on both of your tongues as you continue to kiss each other. He holds you close to him as he pushes you to lie down. Him coming on top of you as you put a leg either side of him. He breaks away from the kiss, gently running the back of his fingers down the side of your face. Your soft smile quickly changing as he pushes himself into you.

"Holy fuck". You groan out. Eyes fluttering as he bottoms out. Kissing your neck before he pulls out completely. Pushing himself back into you. Repeating this action, slowly but precise. His tip hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. He keeps eye contact with you as he rests his forehead onto yours. Your hands go to his cheeks. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as he begins to fasten his pace. That familiar feeling building up again.

"I didn't think... that a girl as smart as you... could be fucked... into being so dumb... so easily" he says. Emphasizing every few words with a thrust. The words going straight to your core, causing you to tighten around him. He lets out a chuckle that quickly turns into a grunt. Kissing you as he also gets closer to his own high.

"C-can I cu-cum? Pl-please?" he smies. Kissing you again before speaking.

"Let me feel this pretty pussy cum around my cock" you moan out. Shutting your eyes tightly as you ball your hands into fists. Letting your orgasm wash over you. Tightening around his length. A few more thrusts and he hits his own high. Pushing deep into you as he lets his cum fill you up. The both of you breathe deeply. Catching your breath as you gently run your hands over his shoulder blades. Shutting your eyes as you feel him start to go soft inside of you.

He plants a deep kiss to your lips before he pulls out of you. He cleans himself up, putting his boxers back on. You sit up. Bringing your knees up to your chest. He grabs out a pack of cigarettes, rolling one over his lips before placing it into his mouth. Taking out a lighter and lighting the end. He draws a drag from it. Taking it from his lips with his thumb and forefinger he hands it to you. Exhaling the smoke, you watch as it falls around him. You take the item, placing it into your mouth. Shutting your eyes as you let the nicotine fill your body.

Opening your eyes you take the cigarette from your lips. Standing up you give it back to him. Grabbing some sort of cloth to clean yourself up with before placing your night clothes over yourself. His eyes watch you as you make your way over to the bed. Getting underneath the covers you hear the birds start to chirp outside. A tired smile appears on your lips as you look over at the window. You nestle down under the duvet. Bringing it close to your face as you get warm. Knowing you have a couple of hours before you need to be awake.

A few minutes pass, feeling movement in the bed next to you. You open your eyes, seeing Thomas getting in next to you. He rests on his back, bringing an arm up to rest behind his head. Your eyes scan over his profile. The early morning sun sneaking in past the curtains, making his skin look beautiful as he lies next to you. You shut your eyes again. Speaking softly to him

"Sleep well, Mr Shelby"

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[bangtanmix73]

Hi! This is my first time requesting anything! Can I request a Twilight fic where the reader is a female Quileute shifter, and some from the pack react to their physical changes after shifting?

Like maybe pre-shift, they start off shorter, maybe a bit chubbier or even scrawny but after they disappear for a while to go through the shifting process, they come back, and they've grown much taller and more toned and muscular like the rest of the pack.

I kinda want to focus on Leah, Paul, Embry, or Seth's reactions in maybe a headcanon form in monogamous relationships. Maybe they imprinted on the reader before the shift but weren't allowed to see them as they were having a really tough time with all the major physical changes.

Any of them are fine, whichever one or ones you feel most comfortable with. If you can do all or some of them, that's great, if you can only do one, that's cool too! Writing is time consuming and if you can't or won't write for 4 characters, I understand!

I apologize if this is too specific, but I've had this idea for such a long time! I love your work and hope you can figure out a way to write my kinda strange request! Don't feel pressured to write this quickly, I know you'll do great!

Characters: Seth, Leah, Paul and Embry

Note: I am slow at writing so bare with me here. I don’t really like this so I might go back and fix this later. Also this is fem!reader as requested :).

Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of homophobia, my writing, this happened in the storylines of Twilight, fear of rejection.

Embry 

You were friends with Jacob, Embry, and Quil before they shifted. Quil never stopped contact with you, though was very little.  

You ended up running into them in the woods, they were shirtless, they didn’t do that before. You stormed up to them, demanding an explanation.  

Once he made eye contact with you, he froze. The Earth was ripped from him, gravity wasn’t what was keeping him here, it was her.  

You started shaking like you were about to shift. Quil forced Embry, despite him just imprinting, and Jacob to go get Sam. Embry wanted to protest, but he needed time to process what just happened. 

It was a few days before he saw you again. Poor boy was anxious the whole time. Sam brought you to officially meet the whole pack. 

When you walked in, he felt like he lost his breath. You were still you yet...different. 

You were taller than before; you were more toned and muscular like the rest of them. 

You were still pissed at the trio, but you understood why they avoided you now. To make the situation worse, or better, depends on how you see it, you made eye contact with Embry. You froze, the Earth was ripped from you, gravity wasn’t what was keeping you here, it was him. You were beyond confused on why you felt this way. You made eye contact with the rest of the pack, nothing. Why just Embry? 

“I suppose you and Embry should take a walk.” Even though Sam was alpha, he wanted to leave the imprint talk between the two wolves. 

Embry took your hand, walking you out of Emily’s house. You allowed him to drag you into the woods. You were walking for 15 minutes before you got fed up, yanking your hand back from his. 

“Are you going to explain what the fuck happened back there?” You demanded answers. You wanted to know why you felt like that when you made eye contact with just him. 

Embry turned to you and sighed. “Don’t freak out, ok?” 

“I’ll try.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What happened when you made eye contact with me back at Emily’s is called imprinting.” He paused. You nodded him to continue. “Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something more. She’s you. For you, it’s me. I imprinted back when you stormed up to us in the woods.” 

You stood silent for a minute, letting it all sink in. “What do we do now?” 

“Well, if you don’t want it, we can reject the bond and move on.” You felt a pang of sadness at the mention of rejecting the bond, you knew he felt it too. 

“No, I don’t want to reject it. I don’t know what I want exactly, but we’ll figure it out along the way.” 

Leah

Now, Leah had a hard time in general, her boyfriend leaving her for her cousin, the shift, her father's death, she couldn’t get a break. The last thing she expected was to imprint, and she definitely wasn’t expecting a woman.

You come over to Emily’s often to visit your brother, Jared. Despite visiting often, Leah never once made eye contact with you. She didn’t know why you wouldn’t look at her, but you did. You had a crush on her. You didn’t want to make it obvious because you scared what your brother thought. You just didn’t know you were horrible at hiding, well to everyone, but Leah.

Jared wasn’t happy about your little crush and he definitely wasn’t happy when Leah imprinted on you. It wasn’t homophobia, it was just you were his sister and he didn’t want you dragged into this world more than you already were. Boy, was he in for a big surprise.

Today, you decided to visit the pack. When you showed up, they were being unnecessarily mean to Leah. Quite frankly, you were fed up.

“What are your problems? As far as I know, she hasn’t done anything to deserve you being assholes to her.” The pack went quiet. “So, you bully her for no reason?” No response. “Idiots,” you mumbled.

Leah snickered at your comment. You looked at her, making eye contact. She froze, looking shocked. You look away, blushing. All of a sudden, your brother shot up from his seat.

“Oh, hell no,” he exclaimed. “I know that did NOT just happen.”

“What?” You looked between Leah and Jared. “What’s wrong?”

Jared stormed up to Leah. “You imprinted on my sister?!” Leah looked like she was struggling to get words out.

“You know we can’t control it, Jared. I’m just as shocked as you are.” She tried reasoning with your brother.

“Would someone tell me what’s going on?! What’s an imprint?!” You started shaking, not because of anger, you were stressed. It was obvious whatever Jared was upset about had something to do with you.

“Sam, she’s shaking!” Quil called out.

“Is she going to shift?” Seth questioned, slightly panicked.

“Leah, get her out of here.” Sam ordered. Jared was about to argue before Sam shut him down. “She’s her imprint, Leah is better off helping her.”

Jared let Leah help you, but not without complaining.

You ended up imprinting on her as well.

Once you were able to shift back, Leah saw how different you looked, more toned and taller, like her. She wasn’t going to deny it, she was into you.

She explained everything to you. The shifting, the imprinting, and what it meant for you.

You accepted the imprint, and gave her the world she deserves.

Seth

You were the new girl at school, well, new-ish. You moved out when you were young, but you still struggling as you remember no one. You were having a hard time with the new school, no friends, and overall, new environment.

Seth just wanted to help the new girl out, he didn’t expect to imprint.

After talking with the pack, he decided the best way was to ease you into everything, but nothing goes as planned.

You ended up shifting at the end of your second week on the reservation. Poor baby Seth didn’t even know until Sam, Paul, and Jared came back from patrol with you.

By time Sam, Jared and Paul came back with you, it was only Seth, Leah, Emily, Quil and Embry there. Who knows where Jacob is.  As they walked in Emily’s house, everyone there glanced up with greetings then went back to what they were doing before.

“Are you boys hungry?” Emily questioned before she turned, spotting a new figure. “Who's this?”

Everyone looked up at you, making you shrink back into yourself from the unwanted attention. “That’s Y/N. She just shifted,” Sam answered as he made a bee-line towards Emily. She smiled as Sam kissed her.

Pulling away from Sam, Emily’s eyes immediately met yours. “Hi, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiancé.” She pulled away from Sam, placing chicken on a plate, setting it down on the table. “Sit, you must be hungry.” She gestured to the only seat left opened.

You took it with a small “thank you.” You sat next to Seth, feeling relieved to at least recognize someone.

Meanwhile, Seth was struggling not to make eye contact with you. He didn’t want the weight of the imprint bond put on you. Moreover, he feared rejection and the pain that came with it.

He noticed how different you looked after the shift. You were taller, tall as or taller than his sister. You were more toned and muscular. He never stared long, he felt like he was being a creep by staring.

You loosened up around the pack fairly quickly. You even got close with Leah, but Seth barely looked at you despite helping you the first couple of weeks you moved back.

One day, before patrol, you cornered him.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You demanded. You wanted answers and you wanted them now.

“No-”

“Then why won’t you look at me?” You interrupted. You knew you were being rude and hard on the sweet boy, but it was stressing you. Seth didn’t bother responding, he knew if he got it done and over with, you’d know and get the rejection over with.

When Seth made eye contact with you, making you freeze. When you snapped out of it, you wondered “what was that?”

He took a deep breath, “You imprinted on me. Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something...else. I’ve already imprinted. You don’t have to accept the bond; I don’t want to force you into anything.”

You went silent for a couple minutes. He thought you were trying to find a way to let him down easy. You weren’t, you were just trying to process what he just said.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to accept.”

You shook your head, instantly dismissing his worry about your refusal. “No, I think I want to try this out.”  

You swore you have never seen someone with a smile as big as his in that moment. He suddenly pulled you in a hug, but was welcome nonetheless.

Paul

You were friends with Embry, Jacob, and Quil before they shifted. When Embry and Jacob disappeared, they kept little contact with you, but hey, it was something.

Every time you talked, they hinted at what they were. You were their best friend, they wanted you to know. What they didn’t know is you caught on pretty quickly to what they were, you just never said anything as it wasn’t your business.

You met Bella through Jacob while they were repairing the motorcycles together. When Jacob disappeared, she confided in you. She dragged you everywhere with her. This time, she dragged you to confront Jacob about what he was.

Jacob was asleep by time you got to his house, but Bella saw the rest of the pack outside and decided to confront them instead. Which led to where you currently were.

“What did you do?!” Bella stormed towards Sam, clearly on a mission here. You were only a step behind her.

“What did you do to him?” She shoved into Sam. There was a chorus of “Bella, stop”, “watch out”, and “easy”.

“He didn’t want this.” You stopped next to her, standing in between her and Sam, slightly.

“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” Judging by what Embry and Jacob told you, that was Paul and the shorter one next to him was Jared.

“Both of you calm down,” Sam tried calming the situation.

“He tells me or Y/N nothing because he’s scared of you!” Paul and Jared started laughing at this. Paul looked at you, making eye contact. His smile faltered. You barely caught it before Bella punched him.

“Bella!” You reprimanded her. Paul started breathing heavily. You had a bad feeling about this.

“I think we should move,” you tried tugging her out of the way.

“Bella, Y/N, get back!” You moved to the side, closer to Embry. “Paul, calm down.”

Then it happened.

He shifted.

Out of shock, you tripped over your feet and fell backwards. Embry came up behind you, pulling you out of the way.  

Everything was a blur, it was confusing. First, you were shaking, then you had paws? Were you a wolf?! Now, you were scared and confused.

Paul, in wolf form, trotted over to you, nosing you, completely forgetting about Bella. ‘Are you alright?’ his voice sounded like it was in your head.

‘What the fuck? Why is your voice in my head?’

‘We have a mind-link when we are in our wolf form,’ Paul responded. You looked up at him, freezing like he did just moments before.

Paul took you into the woods where he came from with the pack (minus Jacob). He taught you to shift back. Jacob gave you clothes beforehand.  

Yes, Paul turned as you changed because he’s a gentleman.

But clothes didn’t stop him from seeing the difference between you now and you before. Being a gentleman certainly didn’t stop him from complimenting you, we are talking about Paul here.

He, then, sat you down on the ground to explain everything, well, most things. He was shocked you know the majority about shifting and wolves.

When he explained imprinting, you were a bit tentative about the whole thing. You suggested going slow with the imprint thing, but you accepted it nonetheless.

[karimwillia]

Part 17

Warnings: Fluff and Tension

At the game Riri is courtside wearing a custom cropped lettermen’s jacket Shuri specifically wanted her in. With cute ripped jeans and a pair of custom Shuri 11 Jordan’s. The jacket has Shuri’s number and last name on the back and Riri’s name is on the hip in the front with the year on the chest. It’s a look for sure. The players walk-ins are projected on the screen and Shuri looks so damn good in her suit with the no shirt look her chain shines as it’s on display. The rest of the girls don’t look half as good as her Baby. The bias is real.

The energy around introductions was amazing. Riri can’t believe this is her first ever high school game she missed out. Before tip off Shuri runs over to peck Riri’s lips leaning over into her ear Shuri whispers. “You’re my good luck charm.” The blush that overtakes Riri is second to no none. Shuri hops up and goes to work. She plays like a beast the entire game. With 30 of 32 mins playing time she scored 62 points, had 15 rebounds, 9 assists, and managed 4 steals. Benedict wins. The crowd erupted. “What a game for Shuri Udaku that 60 points is her new personal record. Last year her average was 46 points a game. The state record for points in a game is 80 points by any woman. If she keeps gaining momentum do you think we can see her touch the state record?” The commentators chatter away.

In the Main the girls are bouncing off the walls “Yo Panther is that what getting a girlfriend does to you?” Coach Rollins is screaming. “That was one hell of a game! Woooo!” “We are headed to the Championship! I know it!” Someone shouts. Shuri is rushing because she wants to get to Riri and celebrate. Her goal of a new personal record is huge for her.

The season draws on with Shuri and Riri now in a rhythm. They FaceTime with a little show before all games, and Riri sits courtside for any home game. Coach almost requires it now since they have been winning. The kiss is normally always done just before every tip off also. The sleepover are on pause for the season to keep Shuri focused. The school swears the ritual is the reason Shuri is going to hit the State record.

It's Valentine's Day Weekend and the team is on bi week so Shuri has some freedom. “Earth to Shuri! Bro! What are you daydreaming about?” Al is sitting in the Main it’s lunch so that only means one thing. “My bad. I have been seeing this ring design in my mind for days. So I’m getting it sketched out.” Al is interested but concerned. “What type of ring?” “Woah no not a wedding ring or anything like that just a promise ring. It’s for graduation.” Shuri holds up the sketch. The band is simple but twists into the shape of two hearts that interlock.

“You are cold Shuri. I'm so glad you started back designing.” “I have a muse now is all Al. Riri’s work on the nanotechnology health monitor bracelets was the start. From there all my ideas have just been flowing.” “Mhm What did you just say? Your girl is hella smart yo I can see how that’s inspiring.” Shuri laughs at Al. “Yes she is. The concept is that the bracelet houses these tiny robots that keep your vitals, brain waves and all health status closely monitored so that any slight changes can be addressed immediately. That’s how she explained it to me. It is going to be best for athletes because it provides immediate treatment.” Al nods.

“Right right I’m going to nod like I understand. When you all are traveling to the world saving it remember me. All I wanted to know was what you had planned before the lock-in. I know you lovebirds are going to make sure your first Valentine's Day is right.” Shuri shakes her head “My bad I just get excited to talk about her. But I have the Adler Planetarium rented out for a private dinner.” Al twists her face in surprise. “You know what. Why did I even ask? Of course it’s the perfect date.” They walk out after putting everything they have out in the lockers.

Riri is with MJ courtside, their ritual is for anytime Shuri plays. Shuri winks, biting her lip at her Princess before she goes to play. MJ peeps the subtle look. “Ooooh Ri. Why is she looking at you like a meal?” Ri looks out onto the court biting her lip in a similar fashion. “MJ, honestly we have been having some fun. It’s FaceTime but steps.” With wide eyes MJ covers her mouth. “SHUT UP! How come you haven’t told me!” Riri faces her friend. “Michelle you have been MIA on me.” “Ugh Girl I know ok ok I’m sorry I blame Peter. Damn I am missing all the good stuff too. Why FaceTime?” “Basketball season and privacy. Honestly Rohan and Sha are the in person cock blockers. The in school thing is not appealing.”

“Mmmmmm it’s giving very nerdy of you both. I like it.” The girls giggle. “So then Valentine’s Day? What is tea?” “She has some big date planned. A hotel stay then the lock-in. It’s a surprise and you know I hate surprises. MJ shaking her head. “That girl and her perfectionist ways.”“No MJ, I love the hopeless Romantic in her. It’s cute.” “Nope girl you just love you some her.”

The week speeds by but not without Riri and Shuri making it special for each other. Riri made sure her Dove had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich everyday, her favorite Starbucks drink, got her a new cologne, sent her flowers and a special woven blanket made for her to nap with. Shuri made sure her Princess was spoiled with her favorite flowers everyday, got her three new perfumes, and had her nails done twice when Riri didn’t like the first color. Then Shuri had a special leather briefcase and notebook made for her little brainiac.

It is Thursday evening now and Riri is packing with her music blasting. Sha comes into the room startling Riri. “Shit! Sha.” “Oop why are you cussing? I also love this outfit.” “You scared me Sha and thank you it's new. Shuri spoiled me for Valentine’s so far.” “Well what pray tell are you doing to spoil her?” Riri is always honest and up front with her sister so this conversation was bound to happen.

“I did the normal flowers, candy and this new cologne.” Riri huffs thinking about it. “That was for me. But I don’t know, maybe um we can finally.” Riri kind of trails off. Sex is non clinical to her. So she sometimes finds the words to speak about it hard to articulate. “You want to finally have sex? I am officially old. Sissy, that's a big step. Do you want advice or my opinion?” Riri lifts her head and looks at her sister with a pout.

“Both actually. It’s like a looming cloud for us. Up to this point she has been the one holding back. We have done…” Sharon glares at her sister intently. Riri stops before she shares too much. “We have done other things and I think the time may be right. Then I start overthinking, maybe it’s not.”

Sharon finally takes a breath. She gets up and starts to help her sister with her makeup. Random but it’s how she’s going to help. “Sissy you two are 18 year old seniors, it's not going to be what you see in the movies. So you have to go with the flow. Throw the idea of it being “perfect” out of your mind. You have to listen to yourself and Shuri. If tonight is it then it’s it. Be calm and don’t tense up. Also if you wear that little fenty set her head will explode.” Sharon looks at her sister all done with her makeup and almost tears up. Riri scrunches her face to a funny face.

“Sissy don’t cry please.” “I won’t but I just can’t believe how you have grown.” With everything packed Riri heads down her front stairs. When she makes it the front door bell rings . It’s Rohan to pick her up. She was instructed to wear comfy clothes for now. “Hello Miss Williams. Your presence is missed.” Ri loves Rohan; he's like an African Alfred. With a wave she hugs him quickly. “Hi Rohan don’t worry I will be home soon, she can’t be distracted.” After loading the last of her bags Rohan helps Riri into the car. “I am aware but she is up for hours restless without you. Before you ask, I am not at liberty to disclose tonight’s plan.”

The ride is quick to The W Hotel in downtown Chicago. With an escort Riri is taken to a huge suite. She opens the door to a beautifully decorated hotel room but not like the over done ones on YouTube couples do. The room is dimly lit with floor lights casting a deep red huge into the room. There are black heart shaped balloons floating on the ceiling and a rose petal heart on the floor. On the bed is a box and two bags. In the box is a gorgeous slim form fitted black dress. Its silhouette is cut higher at her left leg then on her right with a one shoulder neckline.

Riri readies herself and she was so thankful for her Sister doing her makeup. Riri opens the first bag with a pair of obsidian and diamond earrings for her to wear inside. The last bag has a letter and a pair of red bottoms. The letter reads. “Dear Princess, Solve the riddle and you will find the place to join me for our date. I visit you every night even if you don’t call me! I am lost everyday to you. What am I and where can you see me? Baby I love you and join me soon. Your Dove🤍” Riri racks her brain about the riddle. She smiles and pops out of the room to find Rohan.

“Ro take me to the Adler Planetarium!” Rohan grins ear to ear. “You are indeed a genius Miss Williams. Let us go.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998 @dominiquesheart

[vodika-vibes]

Post Order 66, part 4

The crew of the Starsinger, plus 2, are on their way back to Alderaan to pick up the kids, and inquire about the Rebellion. Conversations happen.

This was supposed to be the trip and Alderaan, but this got away from me. Again, I do all of my typing on my phone, so this is minimally proofread. And I might have jumped tenses. Sorry.

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny and @thestarwarslesbian

If you dont want to be tagged, just let me know, and I won't do it again. Promise.

For the first time in 2 years, Dusk was grateful that his kids were somewhere else. And he was even more grateful for how long it took to get to Alderaan. He pretended not to notice that Cody was taking a very roundabout way back to Alderaan.

Fox needed the time. And so did Kanna.

But, he hadn't seen Kanna since the day they moved Fox out of the med-bay and into the room that Kanna would be using. He knew that Kanna would sooner cut off her own arm than let Fox starve, and he knew that Bee had been bringing them meals but...

He worried.

He finally had his ori'vod back, and he couldn't even speak with him.

Couldn't bring himself to speak to him.

Oh, he'd had the chance. He could have knocked on the door and asked Kanna for permission to speak to his ori'vod, but every time he came to the door and raised his hand to knock, he just froze.

What would he say? What could he say? "I'm sorry I left," or "I had no choice," both sounded weak to his own ears.

Dusk slumped against the wall across from Kanna's room. In spite of the fact that he hadn't seen much of her, having her on the ship was settling. But then, she'd always had that effect. He hoped it was working on Fox.

But then. Fox had always been a little softer with Kanna than anyone else. Fox used to get so angry when people commented on it though...so naturally they teased him mercilessly every time Kanna left.

Dusk's lips curled up at the memory. It had been ages since he thought about his brothers without feeling a pang of regret.

There was the sound of a door sliding open, and Dusk jerked when the slight frame of Kanna stepped into the hallway. "Kanna,"

She turned to him, and she smiled, "Dusk,"

"How is he?" Dusk asked, well demanded. Same thing really.

Kanna hummed, "Better than I feared, but worse than I hoped." She finally replied, "You could see him, if you like."

Dusk froze, "Does he...I mean, earlier he didn't-"

Kanna seemed to consider her words carefully, "He had his reasons, Dusk. It wasn't because he didn't want to see you though." Her smile softened, "He missed you."

"I...will I make anything worse?"

Kanna shook her head, "If that was even a remote possibility, Dusk, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Go. Talk to him." She paused, "Commander Cody is in the cockpit?"

"Yeah. He," it was Dusk's turn to pause, "He could use your specific brand of help, kid."

"He has it," Kanna promised, giving him a small wave as she brushed past him and headed down the hall.

Dusk waited until he heard Kanna slip through the door that led to the main part of the ship, before he pressed the button that opened the door to Kanna's room.

The first thing he noticed was that the room smelled like antiseptic, the second thing he noticed was Fox was sitting up in Kanna's bed, watching him cautiously.

Dusk stared at his brother, his mind blank for a moment, and then he spoke without thinking, "I knew Kanna would get you into her bed eventually." And then he slammed his hand over his mouth.

Seriously? He hasn't seen his ori'vod in two years, and that's what he says?

But Fox...Fox starts laughing. "She does tend to get her way, doesn't she?" His voice sounded rough, like he hadn't used it in a while, but he sounded so painfully fond, and Dusk couldn't help but smile. Fox tilted his head back, "Can't believe she survived. Closest damn thing to a miracle I've ever heard."

"She's always been tougher than anyone expected," Dusk offered, finally sitting on one of the chairs in the room, "Fox, I..." He hesitated, "I'm so sorry, ori'vod. I should have come sooner, I-"

"Why didn't you?" There was no heat or blame in Fox's voice, just Fox, looking for answers.

"...I have three kids, at the time one of them was just an infant-"

"Are they well? Happy? Safe?"

"I...yes? Of course. I spent the last two year making sure that they would remain safe-"

"Then there's no need to apologize."

Dusk stared at his brother, stunned. That wasn't what he expected.

"Your kids are Jedi, right? Kids you saved during the-...at the temple." Fox's stumble was blatantly obvious, but Dusk ignored it, "In which case you had every reason to stay away."

"Yeah. I guess." Dusk finally said, after he managed to find his words.

Fox regarded him for a moment, and then he settled back against the wall, "Tell me about your kids, vod'ika."

Up in the cockpit, Kanna settled herself in one of the jump seats, and she watched Commander Cody through her force sight.

He was hurting, they all were, with good reasons, but she was concerned. "Do you need any help, Commander?" She asked.

"...no offense, but I'm not sure how much help you'll be." He was curt, but polite. She could work with that.

She hummed thoughtfully, "I am a pretty good listener, if you wanted to get something off your chest."

Cody stilled, and for a moment Kanna thought he was going to yell at her. But instead, he seemed to crumple on himself. "Vader turned me into a Purge Trooper. I spent the last two years hunting down and executing people like you...why don't you hate me?"

Kanna smiled, though he wasn't looking at her, "I'm a Jedi," she said as if it was explanation enough, and, for her, it was. Plus, if I might be so bold, it seems you hate yourself enough for the both of us." Her voice was gentle, but he flinched like she had just brandished a pistol in his face.

"...I killed my General." Cody admitted, "Shot him right off a cliff."

"It wasn't your fault, Commander." Kanna said, "you were used, just like all of your brothers. I don't blame you, and your General wouldn't either."

She really should have paid more attention to battalions outside of the Guards, because she couldn't, for the life of her, remember who his General was.

He released a humorless laugh, "No, General Kenobi always was the forgiving type."

Kanna froze. Oh. Oh.

He thought-

Of course he did. The holo would have remained secret to anyone who wasn't Jedi-

Kanna exhaled slowly, "Commander," she said slowly, gently, as though she was speaking to an easily spooked child, "Commander, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi survived the Purge."

His head whipped around so quickly Kanna had to bite her tongue to keep herself for checking him for any sudden injuries, "You're sure?"

"He sent out a holo, to all Jedi, warning us against returning to the temple. I dont know where he is, but as of two years ago, Commander, he was alive. I swear it."

Cody slumped in his chair, "I didn't kill him." He breathed out, "he's alive." He stood suddenly, "Thank you. For telling me." And then he left the cockpit.

Kanna watched him leave, thoughtfully. She would keep an eye on him, just in case, but he did feel a bit lighter now.

She cast her senses out a little more, checking on all of the people on the ship. Dusk and Fox seemed happy enough, though Fox was starting to get stressed, so she would have to put an end to their conversation soon. Bee was in the med-bay, cheerfully organizing his equipment. And Cody was heading towards his room.

They would be arriving on Alderaan soon. Kanna hoped that it would help.

[celestial-thoughts]

movie night // coupon book chronicles part 4

coupon book chronicles part 4 (Bayley x Dakota x Shayna)

Summary: date night featuring some comfort and reassurance, a fun little game, and a coupon that opens the door for all kinds of possibilities.

Word count: 5.6k (I got a little carried away writing this but it’s fine because I’m excited about it)

General series warning: NSFW content, minors proceed with caution. Content warning(s) specific to this chapter: sexual content, teasing, fluff, tickling, non-verbal safeword use.

"How do you feel about staying in tonight?" Shayna asks as she and Bayley enter the office. It's Wednesday, the one day when all three of them are always home, and usually Wednesday night is their date night. They normally go out for date night, but occasionally they stay home.

Dakota looks up from her spot on the window seat where she's curled up under a blanket, reading a book. "Sure," she says, smiling at her girls as they sit down on either side of her. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" she asks.

Bayley shrugs, not answering Dakota's question. Instead, she leans over to look at the book in her hands. "What are you reading baby?" she asks. Dakota's eyes light up. There's nothing that makes her happier than talking about her books.

She launches into an explanation of the story, and Bayley smiles fondly at her. Dakota sees the way that Bayley is looking at her and pauses. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks.

"You're so cute when you get excited," Bayley says, giving Dakota a quick kiss.

Dakota’s cheeks flush pink as she looks down at the book in her hands. And it’s at that exact moment that Shayna brushes something soft and fluffy down her neck. “Shayna!” Dakota shrieks, flinching away from her. She turns to see Shayna holding a feather duster in her hands, a smirk on her face.

“Yes Dakota?” Shayna asks, feigning innocence.

“What was that for?” Dakota asks, glancing nervously between her girlfriends.

Shayna and Bayley exchange a smile. “You wanted to know if we had anything particular in mind for tonight, didn’t you?” she asks.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting,” Dakota stammers, watching as Shayna twirls the duster in her hands.

Shayna starts to move towards her, and Dakota instinctively jumps up and tries to make a break for it. “Oh no you don’t,” Bayley says, wrapping her arms around Dakota’s waist and pulling her back to the window seat, where she holds the smaller girl in place. She tilts Dakota’s chin up to look at her. “What’s your safeword?” she asks.

“Cardiff,” Dakota replies.

“Good girl,” Bayley says, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Now, here’s what is going to happen. I’m going to let go of you, and leave you with Shayna while I go get some things. While I’m gone, you’re going to be a good girl and not run away from Shayna. If I come back and find out you weren't good for her, you’re going over my knee. Understand?”

Dakota’s heart rate picks up, and she feels her stomach flutter with excitement. She loves being submissive to her girlfriends, and they know what it does to her. “Yes Bayley, I understand,” she says.

Bayley smiles, moving Dakota so she’s next to Shayna. “Good girl,” she praises. She looks at Shayna, the two of them exchanging a smile and a nod.

Bayley leaves the office, and Shayna turns to Dakota. “Can I move you baby?” she asks. Dakota nods, and Shayna gives her a stern look. “Use your words,” she says.

“Yes, you can move me Shayna,” Dakota says.

Shayna gives her a kiss. “Good girl,” she says. She picks Dakota up and sets her down on the end of the window seat, so the smaller girl is next to the wall. Shayna settles on the other side of her, effectively trapping Dakota in place. “Now, where was I?” She smiles mischievously, slowly running the feather duster along Dakota’s neck and under her chin.

Immediately, Dakota bursts into giggles, squirming as Shayna teases her skin with the soft duster. “Shayna!” she manages to squeak out through her laughter.

“What is it love?” Shayna asks, a teasing smirk on her face. “Does this tickle?” She moves the feathers down to tease at her collarbone and upper chest.

Dakota lets out a squeal, cheeks going from pink to red. “Yes!” she shrieks, unable to escape the feathers while she’s trapped in the corner.

"You know, of all the things I thought you would ever hide from us, I didn't guess this," Shayna continues as she flutters the duster over Dakota's skin. "Why didn't you tell us that you had this?" She slows down the feathers just enough for Dakota to be able to answer.

Dakota squirms a little. "I was worried that you guys were going to think it was weird," she admits, her voice shy. Shayna stops tickling Dakota all together as Dakota looks down at her hands. "I didn't want you and Bayley to judge me," she whispers.

"Oh baby," Shayna says, her voice quiet. She sets the duster aside and strokes Dakota's hair. "You thought we would judge you because you like when we do this?" she asks. Dakota nods, leaning into Shayna and burying her head in her girlfriend's chest. Shayna doesn't say anything else, just continues running her fingers through Dakota's hair.

Bayley returns a couple of minutes later with a bag in her hands. But the moment she sees her girls, she sets the bag next to the door and crouches down by the window seat. "Hey, is everything alright?" she asks, her voice full of concern.

Dakota lifts her head up and immediately shrinks back into the corner of the window seat. "It's fine," she says quietly.

"Is it?" Bayley asks, looking at Shayna who shakes her head. Bayley turns her attention back to Dakota. "Love, what's wrong?" she asks.

Dakota doesn’t say anything, so Shayna leans close, her lips next to Dakota’s ear. “Can I tell her baby?” she asks. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. But I think we need to have a conversation about this, okay?” Dakota looks up and nods. Shayna smiles, kissing her forehead.

Continuing to stroke Dakota’s hair, Shayna turns to Bayley. "Dakota thought we would judge her because she likes it when we tickle her," she explains.

Bayley starts to reach towards Dakota, but pauses. "Can I hold your hand baby?" she asks. Dakota nods, and Bayley gently takes her hands. “Kota, we will never, ever judge you for liking something. No matter what it is. Okay?”

Dakota looks up with a shy expression on her face. “Okay,” she says quietly. “I’m sorry, I know you guys have had this conversation with me before.”

“Hey, you have nothing to apologize for,” Shayna reassures her. “We know it will take a little time for you to change your thinking patterns. And we’ll keep telling you as many times as it takes.”

Dakota looks down at the window seat, a shy smile on her face. “So, you guys really don’t think it’s weird?” she asks.

“Not at all,” Bayley says. “Baby, if we thought it was weird do you really think we would keep doing it?” Dakota shakes her head. “Exactly. We absolutely like it, don’t you worry.”

“And if there’s one thing we love more than anything, it’s seeing you happy,” Shayna adds. “So if there’s something that makes you happy, why wouldn’t we like it?” She lifts Dakota’s head up. “Baby, you know we’ll never pass up an opportunity to see your beautiful smile or hear that adorable laugh of yours. There is absolutely nothing about this that we don’t like, okay?”

“Okay,” Dakota whispers, blushing.

“Can I ask you something?” Bayley asks, and Dakota nods. “You don’t have to answer if it’s too hard to talk about. If you’d rather write it in your journal, you can absolutely do that. I’m just curious, why do you like it?”

The pink flush in Dakota's cheeks deepens slightly as her girlfriends wait for her to respond. Both are half expecting Dakota not to answer, but then she takes a deep breath and opens her mouth.

"I think," Dakota begins, her voice a little hesitant. "I think I like the feeling of letting you guys have control. There's something about knowing that you guys are going to make me smile and laugh, that you're going to completely wreck me, and knowing that I just have to take it." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "And I like the physical contact with you guys. I think it's a way of reminding myself that I trust you enough to let you do this."

Bayley gives Dakota's hand a squeeze. "We know how scary that can be," she says. "And we're so glad that you trust us with this stuff."

Dakota looks up, a tentative smile creeping onto her face. "I think part of it also has something to do with being submissive to you guys. I like the comfort of knowing that I don't have to make decisions, that I can let you take care of me while at the same time being helpless to whatever you guys want to do to me."

Shayna wraps her arms around Dakota, holding the smaller girl close to her chest. "Thank you for telling us. We know it can be hard for you to talk about these things." She gives Dakota a kiss on the cheek. “We’re so proud of you for being honest with us. And you know you can always talk to us, right?”

“I know,” Dakota says, her voice quiet. “Thank you.”

Bayley reaches up and tucks a pink strand of Dakota’s hair behind her ear. “We love you so much Dakota,” she says.

“I love you too,” Dakota replies. She climbs onto Shayna’s lap and pats the spot where she had been sitting. “Come sit with us,” she tells Bayley, who smiles and joins them on the window seat.

Shayna picks up Dakota’s book and holds it out. “Do you want to keep reading Kota?” she asks.

Dakota shakes her head. “I want to know what you guys have planned for tonight,” she says, her eyes shining with excitement.

Shayna and Bayley exchange a look. “Are you sure love? If you’re not up for it, we don’t have to do anything,” Bayley says.

“Please,” Dakota insists. “I want to know.”

“Okay,” Bayley says. “But if you think it sounds like too much for tonight, we can save it for another night.” Bayley stands up and retrieves the bag that she left by the door. Returning to her spot, she reaches into the bag and pulls out her coupon book, already open to the page that she wants. Bayley hands it to Dakota, who reads it and bites her lip, holding back an excited smile.

Dakota looks up to find her girlfriends watching her expectantly. She looks back down at the coupon book and reads the words on the paper out loud. "Movie night: pick a movie for us to watch, during which I must be fully naked and at your mercy. You can decide how you want me (under the blanket, in your lap, bent over your knee, etc.), and you are welcome to play with me during the duration of the movie."

"Do you like that baby?" Shayna asks gently, still holding Dakota on her lap.

Dakota looks up at her and nods. "Yes," she says, her cheeks flushed pink. She looks back down at her hands, unsure if she wants to say what she's thinking.

Bayley gently strokes her cheek. "Hey, what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" she asks.

Dakota squirms nervously on Shayna's lap. "Nothing," she says softly, just loud enough for her girls to hear. Bayley gives her a questioning look, clearly not buying Dakota's answer. The smaller girl lets out a sigh. "I had an idea but I'm not sure I can explain it out loud."

"Do you want to go write it in the journal?" Bayley suggests.

Dakota looks up at her. "I already did," she admits. "I came up with it a while ago, I just wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it."

Shayna turns Dakota's head towards her. "Why don't you go grab it for us baby?" she suggests. "And then we'll take a look at your idea."

"Okay," Dakota says. She climbs off Shayna's lap and leaves the office. She ducks into their bedroom and grabs the journal from inside the nightstand drawer. Finding the page she's looking for, she bookmarks it and returns to the office. "Here," she says, handing them the journal. "It's the bookmarked page."

Then she picks up her book and retreats to the opposite end of the window seat while Shayna and Bayley read what she has written.

I want to be at your mercy in the lead up to completely submitting to you. I want you to take advantage of the anticipation as you get me ready to play with. I want to already be a flustered mess when we get started.

My idea is a take on a game of hide-and-seek, where I have to hide and you come and find me. The catch is this: when you find me, I lose an item of clothing. Then we repeat this process until I'm fully naked, and have no choice but to submit to whatever you have planned.

When they finish reading, Bayley and Shayna exchange a knowing smile. They stand up and join Dakota on the other end of the window seat. Dakota looks up from her book, a nervous expression on her face. "What did you think?" she asks.

"It sounds amazing Kota," Bayley says. "And if you want to do it before we watch our movie tonight, we can absolutely make that happen."

"Okay," Dakota says, her eyes bright with excited anticipation. She notices the bag is still sitting on the opposite end of the window seat. "What else do you have in there?" she asks, nodding towards it.

Bayley and Shayna exchange a look. "Should we show her?" Shayna asks. "Or should we keep it a surprise?"

Dakota lets out an impatient whine. "Please?" she asks. "I want to know."

Bayley smirks. "Let's show her now, so she knows just how much we can do with her at our mercy tonight. Plus, it's fun to watch her squirm in anticipation, knowing she has to wait to get what she really wants."

Dakota blushes, but she's not bothering to hide the excited smile forming on her lips. "Please," she says, her voice dripping with need.

"Okay darling, since you asked us so nicely," Shayna says, kissing her lips softly. Bayley stands up and retrieves the bag while Shayna lifts Dakota's chin, looking into her eyes. "What's your safeword?" she asks.

"Cardiff," Dakota says obediently. No matter how many times they've done this, Shayna and Bayley never do anything without asking Dakota for her safeword first. It's part of the routine at this point.

"Good girl," Shayna praises as Bayley rejoins them with the bag in her hands.

Bayley opens the bag and looks inside it, a mischievous smile on her face. "Let's see, what do we have here?" she asks. She reaches in and pulls out two large feathers, one purple and one red. Dakota's eyes widen as Bayley passes the purple one to Shayna. "You like what you see, baby?" Bayley asks.

"Yes," Dakota manages to say, unable to take her eyes away from the plumes of the feathers in the hands of her girlfriends.

Shayna twirls her feather in her hand. "Do you want to know what it feels like?" she asks. Dakota nods eagerly, and Shayna smirks. "Then ask for it nicely," she says.

Dakota swallows hard. "Can you please show me what it feels like?" she asks.

Shayna smiles. "Such a good girl, asking so politely," she coos as she gently brushes Dakota's hair aside. Then, Shayna guides her girlfriend to tilt her head to the side slightly as she lifts Dakota's chin up.

Slowly, Shayna drags the feather down the right side of Dakota's neck. Dakota lets out a small gasp, before biting her lip to keep the rest of her reactions at bay.

"Oh no baby, we want to hear all those adorable sounds you make for us," Bayley teases.

Shayna flicks the feather back and forth over Dakota's collarbone, causing Dakota to let out a squeal much to the delight of her girlfriends. Shayna moves the feather under her chin, causing the squeal to turn into giggles.

Shayna pulls the feather back as Dakota curls into the corner with a smile. "Did you like that baby?" she asks.

"Yes," Dakota says.

Bayley smiles. "Good. Now there's one more thing we have to show you." She reaches into the bag again, and pulls out two more items. Each one is a collection of small, light pink feathers arranged to almost look like a starburst. Bayley holds them up in front of Dakota's face, spinning them between her fingers. "Imagine what these would feel like on those beautiful nipples of yours," she says.

Dakota feels her face getting warm and Shayna grins. "Aww look at that! The feathers match her adorable blush," she teases, running a finger over Dakota's cheek.

"You like the sound of that?" Bayley asks, and Dakota nods eagerly. "We'll keep that in mind," she says, exchanging a smile with Shayna.

Dakota's cheeks go from pink to red in an instant, as a desperate whine escapes her lips. "Please," she whimpers.

"Patience baby," Bayley says, collecting the toys and placing them back in the bag. "I promise you'll get all of this and more. But not right now."

Shayna stands up. "I'm going to start dinner," she says.

"I'll help," Bayley chimes in, placing Dakota's book back in her hands. The two of them each give Dakota a kiss before leaving her alone on the window seat, still flustered and blushing.

After they finish dinner and the kitchen is cleaned up, Shayna and Bayley corner Dakota against the counter where she's putting away the last dishes. "So, you wanted to play a game?" Shayna asks, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Dakota squirms a little from where she's trapped, but nods. "Yes," she manages to say.

Bayley smiles. "Alright then. How long should we give you to hide?" she asks.

Dakota thinks about it for a moment. "45 seconds?" she suggests.

Shayna and Bayley exchange a look, nodding at each other before turning back to Dakota. "Sounds good," Shayna says. "Ready?" Dakota nods eagerly, and Shayna smiles. "Go."

The two of them step aside so Dakota isn't trapped against the counter, closing their eyes as Shayna begins to count. Dakota quickly scrambles out of the kitchen and rushes down the hallway into the guest bathroom. Without turning on the lights, she carefully finds her way into the shower and slips behind the dark blue curtain. She sits down with her back pressed against the wall and waits.

The sound of footsteps fills the air, but they seem to be getting further away. Until a minute later, when they suddenly become much clearer. If Dakota had to guess, she would say they were coming down the hallway. Still, they don't enter the bathroom right away. Instead she hears them looking in the guest bedroom across the hall, the sound muffled but still audible.

Suddenly, the lights in the bathroom are turned on. Dakota freezes, trying not to move or breathe as she braces herself for the inevitable. A moment later, the shower curtain is pulled back and she looks up to see Shayna grinning down at her.

"Found her!" Shayna calls over her shoulder to where Bayley is leaning against the hallway wall. Shayna holds out a hand, helping Dakota stand up. "Nice hiding spot Kota," she says, ruffling the smaller girl's hair. "But we found you, so you know what that means?" The words sound like a question, but it's clearly not intended to be one. "It means these," she says, hooking a finger through the loop of Dakota's black ripped jeans. "Are coming off."

Dakota blushes, but nods. "Am I taking them off?" she asks. "Or are you doing it for me?"

Shayna turns to look at Bayley. "What do you think, Bay?" she asks as Bayley joins them in the bathroom.

Bayley thinks it over for a moment, before a teasing smile finds its way onto her lips. "No, I think you can do it yourself baby," she says. "You'll just have to be patient if you want our hands on you."

Despite how flustered she is, Dakota nods. "Okay," she manages to say. Slowly, she unzips her jeans, sliding them over her hips and down her legs. Pulling the pants off, she places them in Shayna's outstretched hand.

"Good girl," Shayna praises. Dakota blushes as her girlfriends look her up and down. She's regretting wearing a crop top, since there's nothing left to cover her underwear. Shayna smiles at the sight of the pale pink lace underwear that Dakota is wearing. "Alright, ready for the next round?" she asks.

Dakota nods. "Yes," she replies.

"Okay," Bayley says, as she and Shayna step aside, giving Dakota a path to the door. "Go."

As soon as both have closed their eyes, Dakota takes off. She rushes down the stairs to the basement and ducks into the laundry room. Quietly, she manages to slide into the space between the dryer and the wall.

A few minutes pass before she hears the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Less than a minute later, the light in the laundry room turns on. Dakota holds her breath, waiting. It takes a good 30 seconds before Bayley pokes her head behind the dryer. "How did you get back here?" she asks, laughing as she helps Dakota out of her hiding spot.

"I'm flexible," Dakota says, sliding out from behind the dryer.

Shayna smirks. "Yeah, we know."

Dakota blushes, but she's laughing. "Alright, let's get this over with," she says. "What this time?"

Bayley runs a hand down Dakota's side. "I think we should get this shirt of yours out of the way," she says. "And by we, I mean you," she adds with a wink.

Dakota's cheeks flush brighter, but she nods. Slowly, she peels her black crop top over her head and hands it to Shayna. She squirms a little as her girlfriend's gaze at her body as she stands there in nothing but pink lace.

"Baby, you're gorgeous," Bayley says.

Shayna bites her lip. "If I wasn't so committed to making you as desperate for us as possible before we absolutely wreck you, I would be all over you right now." She sees the hopeful spark in Dakota's eyes and smirks. "But I'm very committed to this so I'll resist."

"Mean," Dakota whines.

Bayley kisses the top of her head. "You love it," she says. "Now come on, let's keep going."

As soon as the counting starts again, Dakota runs. She sprints up the two flights of stairs to the top floor, and quietly slips into the storage closet at the end of the hallway. She hears footsteps and muffled voices from the floor below her, followed almost immediately by the sound of people coming up the stairs.

For a few minutes, Dakota hears Shayna and Bayley looking around in the other rooms on the floor. Suddenly, the door to the storage closet swings open and Shayna pulls her out into the hallway. "Nice try love," she says, hooking her finger under one of Dakota's bra straps. "But it's time for this to come off."

Dakota feels her cheeks turn bright red. "Fine," she says, reaching behind her back to unclasp the bra. Sliding the straps down her arms, she lets the pink lace fall away from her chest, handing the garment to Shayna.

"So pretty," Bayley says, gazing at Dakota's body. "Such a pretty girl."

Dakota squirms, letting out a little whine. "Am not," she protests.

"Yes you are," Bayley says firmly. "And if I hear you say that you're not one more time, you won't be allowed to cum tonight. Understand?"

A shiver runs down Dakota's spine, but she nods. "I understand," she says.

Bayley smiles. "Good. Now, ready to hide one more time?" she asks. Dakota nods, and Shayna and Bayley exchange a look. "Okay then. Go."

Dakota takes off once again, but instead of trying to find somewhere to hide where her girlfriends will have a hard time finding her, she ducks into the bedroom and slides under the bed, knowing they'll look there quickly.

Sure enough, she's under there for less than a minute when she's met with Bayley's smirking face looking under the bed at her. "Found you," Bayley teases, helping Dakota out.

Shayna gives Dakota a knowing smile. "You really thought we wouldn't find you there?" she asks.

"Who said I didn't want to be caught?" Dakota fires back.

Bayley grins. "Oh, so you want us to absolutely wreck you? You want to be at our mercy tonight?" Dakota nods, and Bayley's smile grows. "Well then, it seems like these are in the way of that," she says, running a finger over the waistband of Dakota's underwear.

Dakota blushes bright red, but she nods again, slowly pulling her underwear over her hips and down her legs. She kicks the pink lace aside, leaving her standing in front of her girlfriends completely naked. "Now what?" she asks, looking up at Shayna and Bayley.

The two of them exchange a look and a nod. Suddenly, Shayna reaches out and scoops Dakota up into her arms. "Now we go watch a movie together," Shayna says.

"Oh, and we do everything we said we would do with you," Bayley adds. They bring Dakota downstairs to the living room where the couch is set up with pillows and blankets. "Let us know if you get cold baby," Bayley says.

"Okay," Dakota says. "I'm okay right now."

Shayna gives her a kiss. "Good, because we don't want you hiding your gorgeous body under the blankets," she says.

Dakota blushes as Shayna settles her on the couch. Bayley sits down on her right, and Shayna sits on her left. Bayley turns on "Lilo and Stitch," a date night favorite among the three of them. "I figured I should pick something we've seen before," Bayley says, running a hand down Dakota's side. "Since I have a feeling you won't be able to focus on the movie for long."

Dakota opens her mouth to respond, but she's cut off by Shayna's lips pressing against hers. The next few minutes are a blur of sensations: Shayna kissing her long and hard, one hand tangled in Dakota's hair while the other one plays with her left breast. Meanwhile, Bayley is kissing Dakota's neck as she plays with her right nipple. When they finally pause, Dakota closes her eyes as she takes a shuddering breath.

"That was," she starts, trying to find the words to describe how any of that felt. "Wow," is all she manages to say.

"You liked that baby?" Shayna asks, and Dakota nods. "Good. Because that was just a warm up. Now we get to start doing what you really want from us."

Bayley reaches down and pulls out the two starbursts of pink feathers, handing one to Shayna. She holds the other one in front of Dakota's face, showing it to her. Dakota's eyes widen, silently pleading for her girlfriends not to keep her waiting any longer. "Please," she whimpers barely loud enough for them to hear.

Bayley smiles. "Such a polite girl for us," she says. "Now, watch the movie while we give you what you've been waiting so patiently for."

Dakota tries to focus on the movie, she really does. But the second those fluffy pink feathers touch her round nipples, all she can think about is how much it tickles. Shayna and Bayley waste no time in twirling the plumes over her nipple, and Dakota immediately begins squealing. "Shayna!" she shrieks, giggling helplessly.

"Yes baby?" Shayna asks, smirking at Bayley.

Dakota tries to answer, but suddenly Bayley begins flicking her feather back and forth over Dakota's hardened nipple. "Oh god no!" Dakota squeals, squirming as Bayley speeds up the motion. "Bayley please!" she manages to plead through her laughter.

Bayley leans in close to Dakota's ear. "What's wrong, love?" she whispers, her breath teasing Dakota's neck. "Does it tickle?"

Dakota cheeks flush the same color as the feathers currently teasing her. "Yes!" she cries out, hiding her face in one of the pillows.

Shayna pulls the pillow away from her. "Baby, you can't watch the movie if you're doing that," she says. Dakota is giggling too hard to answer, writhing and squirming on the couch between her girls.

Suddenly they both stop, setting the feathers aside. Dakota gasps for air, bracing herself for the tickles to resume. But instead, Shayna and Bayley each put an arm around her shoulders, turning their attention back to the movie.

For a while, things are fairly calm. There's an occasional poke to the side that makes Dakota jump, and at one point Shayna squeezes her hip, making her flinch and let out a squeal. But other than that, they don't do much to her.

Of course, it wasn't going to stay like that. Dakota's focus is on the movie, and she doesn't notice Bayley pulling out the two large feathers and the white duster. She misses Shayna being handed the purple feather and the duster. She doesn't see the red feather in Bayley's hands.

In an instant, they're all over her. They push her knees apart, spreading her legs open. Bayley grabs Dakota's wrists, holding them with one hand above her head. "What's happening?" Dakota asks, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Bayley smirks at her. "Oh, I think you know what's happening," she teases. She leans in close, lips right next to Dakota's right ear as Shayna does the same on the left. Bayley kisses the side of Dakota's neck before whispering in her ear. "Five."

Dakota doesn't register what is happening at first. But then Shayna whispers in her other ear and it all makes sense. "Four."

Immediately, Dakota starts squirming. "Please no, please not this, anything but this!" she begs, cheeks flushing bright red.

"Shhh. Be a good girl now," Bayley whispers. "Three."

Dakota is already giggling in anticipation of what's to come. "Please, I can't take it," she pleads.

Shayna smirks. "Oh, I think we all know how you can take it," she teases. "Two."

Dakota squirms, biting her lip as she waits. Shayna and Bayley both press their lips to her ears, whispering together.

"One."

Suddenly, the feathers are all over her. Shayna flutters the duster along her neck, her chin, her collarbone, making Dakota giggle helplessly. Bayley drags the red plume along Dakota's legs, from her ankles up to her inner thighs. Shayna uses the purple feather to tickle across Dakota's stomach and sides.

Dakota breaks down in laughter, giggling and squealing as the feathers tease every inch of her skin. "Please! Not that! It tickles!" she babbles, her words barely coherent. Sure enough, she is quickly reduced to no words at all, only able to laugh and squirm as her girlfriends go to work on her. At one point, Bayley lets go of her wrists, using the now free hand to pinch and tease Dakota's nipples, making Dakota squeal with delight as her girls have their way with her.

Eventually though, it starts to become too much. Tears are rolling down Dakota's cheeks as she struggles to breathe between waves of laughter. Knowing she's not able to coherently safeword, she reaches out for Shayna's arm, tapping 3 times.

Immediately, Shayna and Bayley stop, setting the feathers aside and turning their attention to calming Dakota back down. Shayna wipes the tears from Dakota's cheeks. "Such a good girl," she murmurs. "You did so good for us, tapping out when you needed to."

Bayle gently rubs circles on Dakota's back. "There we go, just breathe for us baby," she coaxes. "In and out, nice and easy." It takes a moment, but Dakota manages to inhale, her breath shuddering on the way out. "Just like that," Bayley says.

"Now you just relax, and we'll watch the rest of the movie," Shayna says.

Dakota nods, shivering. "I'm cold," she whimpers, looking up at Bayley.

Bayley smiles fondly at her, covering Dakota with a fluffy blanket. "There you go love," she says, kissing the top of her head.

They finish watching the movie, Bayley and Shayna holding Dakota close between them. When it ends, Shayna turns to Dakota. "Ready for bed?" she asks. Dakota nods, and Shayna scoops her up in her arms.

Dakota is barely awake as her girlfriend's dress her in clean pajamas. Shayna manages to coax her awake just long enough for Dakota to brush her teeth before she climbs into bed under the covers.

"I love you," she whispers, closing her eyes.

"We love you too baby," Bayley replies, kissing the top of her head as she turns out the lights.

Shayna slides into bed with the two of them. "We love you so much Kota," she says.

The last thing she registers before she falls asleep is being wrapped up in the arms of her girlfriends, as she falls asleep with a smile on her face.

[kalpasio]

Sengo Soulmate

Hua

A Kalpas x reader Soulmate AU, chapter 4 below!

When you met with Hua again, she immediately noticed the change in your demeanor. She didn’t comment on it, even though you were more distracted than usual. Switching from meditation to fighting gave her the opening to ask, and she took it.

 While you had been expecting some chastising for being distracted like a stern “is there something you need to tell me?” she just asked, “are you ok?” The answer was ‘no’ but she settled for a hesitant, “there’s just a lot on my mind.” After you nearly got crushed by a mech because you were so distracted, she called it a day.

“You don’t need to tell me, but clearly whatever is on your mind is keeping you from focusing.” As soon as the words left her mouth, you felt like you had let Hua down. She spent so little time on base, and here you were squandering it.

“I promise I’ll—”

“Let’s just stop for now,” she spoke as patiently as ever with a reassuring smile. “We can try again at another time.”

“No! I—I’ll get it. I can’t let myself get distracted like this on the battlefield, let me keep going. I won’t waste anymore of your time!” You were frustrated at yourself for getting so distracted when you were being given an opportunity few others got. Going home now would feel like you personally failed Hua and would only make you feel worse.

Hua gave you a gentle smile and sat down, gesturing for you to join her. Running a hand through your hair, you sat down across from Hua like you both were about to start meditating again. Surprisingly, just sitting with her like this helped calm you down.

“I would not be here if I did not want to be. I’m happy to be teaching you, and you’re right. There are times you need to push through mental roadblocks and stay focused, but this is not one of them. You have the time now to regroup and properly sort through your thoughts, you should take it. Whether you’d like to be alone or talk through your problems with me, I will be here.”

“I just—” you cut yourself off with a long sigh that turned into a huff as you tried to process your thoughts. “I might have found my soulmate…”

“That is a big change.” Hua sounded a little patronizing, but you couldn’t be bothered by it at that moment.

“I just don’t know if I should tell them.”

“What reason do you have not to?”

That made you pause and think. Why were you so hesitant to tell Kalpas? “I’m not sure they’re interested in a relationship. Or if they’d make a good partner.” Elysia and Eden’s stories about the man floated through your mind and you struggled to find much in them that made him seem like he was eagerly awaiting his soulmate.

“The universe seems to think you two will get along,” Hua spoke with a knowing smile.

“The universe,” you scoffed, “also made Honkai.”

“Most likely. Honkai has caused more damage than we can comprehend. But it has also forced us to grow as a society. If you look at all the advancements we make, nearly all of them stem from Honkai. Honkai is also the reason you are here now. The reason you met your soulmate.”

“Hua. That is not making me feel better.”

The girl in front of you laughed, “it’s not meant to. I’m just trying to point out how the universe is truly neutral. Both good and bad come from it, but just because one exists does not mean we should ignore the other.”

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

She laughed again, “I think you should seek out your soulmate. At least spend some time with them, even if you don’t tell them about the bond you have.”

“I don’t think he does anything other than fight…” you hadn’t seen Kalpas around much, not that you saw any of the Flame Chasers unless you specifically looked for them.

“Kalpas sits alone at lunch most days.”

“How-!”

“He might not take kindly to company right away, but I’m sure he’ll get over it quickly.”

“How did you know he was my soulmate?”

Hua had closed her eyes to meditate again, but she peeked one open, winked, and closed it again with a smile.

Without any other ideas, taking Hua’s advice seemed like the best course of action, at least for now. When the canteen opened for lunch, you got your food and sat in one of the corners. From here, you could see everyone who came in and out, and keep a pretty good eye on the room itself. You figured you’d spend a day scouting, and tomorrow, once you knew where Kalpas sat, you’d sit by him. A great plan, except it decided to skip a few steps without you.

“Scoot.” A low rumbling voice came from your left. You were no stranger to MOTHs trying to kick you out of your seat, so you automatically looked up with a glare. And then quickly backtracked when you realized it was Kalpas you were glaring at.

“Oh, um…” you stood awkwardly with your tray. “Sorry?” Chuckling nervously did not help. As soon as you had taken a step back from your seat, Kalpas took it. You hesitated for a moment before saying ‘fuck it’ and sitting down next to him. He didn’t even give you a side eye before speaking.

“Scram. I ain’t in the mood.” You pretended not to hear him as you calmly observed the canteen. “You deaf? I said I’m not in the fucking mood. Go. Away.”

You would have ignored him again, but you could feel the raise in temperature and a brief glance showed small flickers of flame tickling the edge of his mask. In the interest of self-preservation, you took your food and moved to the table you normally sat at. It was hard to see him from over here, but from the occasional glances you managed, you could tell he was still agitated and on the verge of catching fire by the time lunch ended.

So of course, you tried again the next day.

This time, you weren’t in his seat, and you left a spot between the both of you. The space did nothing to deter his heat, but at least the fire wasn’t visible this time. It was more like sitting with your knee on a radiator in the winter than sitting on a porch in the summer sun. He clearly wasn’t at ease with you being there, but he didn’t tell you to fuck off, and that was a win in your book. Leaving the canteen unscorched was enough to put a grin on your face.

The Flame Chasers weren’t on base very often, so it took close to three weeks to sit at the same table as Kalpas seven times. When you tried to start a conversation with him, he immediately shot you down and told you to “take your shit somewhere else.” This was going to take a while. On the bright side, you now had a second line in your soulmate mark! You still had absolutely no clue what it was, but it was progress!

Giving up on making conversation, you started bringing a book or some work with you to lunch. Secretly, you were hoping he would comment on it, but realistically, you knew the only thing you were going to get was relief from your boredom.

Training with Hua was going well, and whether it was her recommendation, or a lack of agents, you had been promoted to more important missions. No longer one in a group of hundreds, you were sent in groups of three or four. And you nearly bombed your first mission.

One of your teammates spent the entire time belittling everything you did. The other made a mountain out of a molehill at every possible opportunity. Missed a shot? ‘of course you did, rookie’ ‘Making us pick up all the work!’ Fail to point out a lone Honkai beast they’re both already fighting? ‘Useless!’ ‘What? Are you blind?!’ ‘The mission would’ve gone faster without you.’ And you had never heard anyone say ‘you nearly got us killed!’ so many times.

By the end of the mission, you were done. Actually, you were done after the first ten minutes, but by the time you met up with the other team you were working with, there were some serious thoughts of ditching these two. Of course, the other team was Kalpas, Elysia, and a third Flame Chaser you hadn’t met.

Luckily, your teammates kept their mouths shut around the others. Unluckily, as soon as Elysia looked away, they were muttering under their breath. You were not going to compromise the mission. Especially when your soulmate was present, but damn did you want to kick in some teeth.

With so much Honkai energy in the area, you expected to take your anger out by fighting, but between Kalpas and the other Flame Chaser—who you learned was named Kosma—there was very little left.

Elysia told you she was really just there to reign them in if necessary, and your squad was supposed to establish a perimeter, so no civilians were in danger. Though, you had yet to see a single beast escape Kalpas’ rage, so you weren’t entirely sure why you had been deployed. The singular kill your team secured also secured your teammate a snarl from Kalpas, who told them to back off.

When the area had been cleared out, all six of you headed for the evac ship. Everything should have been fine, except “Belittle” and “Molehill” as you had started calling them, put lies in their reports. At first you didn’t care; you didn’t want to work with them again anyway. Turns out, since it was your first higher level mission, if they said you did poorly, you would be restricted from going on future missions of that level.

Your options were to sit there and take it—which was not happening—or refute the reports and hope the other squad would back you up. It felt like a waste of time pulling the Flame Chasers away from their actual important duties, but you weren’t going to let your two idiot teammates ruin your career. That investigation is actually what lead Kalpas to speak to you at lunch for the first time.

HoS was (and probably still is) my favorite character and I'm only a little sorry. anyway Hua is ace and I love her, thanks. The only other note I have written is "holy shit my handwriting is bad" and it's because I spent like 2 minutes trying to figure out what I wrote at one point. Next chapter is super fucking long because I couldn't figure a good place to split it and I keep writing at like 1am

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise Chapter 4

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction.  

Full chapter 4 under the cut:

Chapter Four:

Each date has been something poetic and pulled straight from a movie or storybook. I can’t wait for each moment with Kade and he’s about all I think of. When I’m not at work, I’m either at his sister’s café or he’s at my apartment with me. It took no time at all for me to get used to all of his little quirks and I know we could live together with ease. He knows this too but I think he’s too worried about his sister’s reaction if he were to suggest moving in.

Then again, we haven’t exactly talked about it. Not directly at least.

I know Starla is protective over her little brother though she seems to have a soft spot for me as well. She almost always gives me something for free when I visit the café and she continues to urge Kade to see me.

On my side, there are no barriers. I am ready to accept Kade into my apartment at the drop of a hat. Already, I’ve begun to stock some of his favorite foods and a pack of travel sized toiletries lives in the bathroom for him to use when he stays the night. I have plenty of room in the closet for his clothes and, if he needs more, I’ll throw out whatever I need to.

It’s no problem for me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make Kade happy.

At the moment, he’s occupying my couch and looking, frustrated, at his laptop. I know midterms are approaching and he’s been studying a lot more than usual for them. And the fast tapping on the keyboard tells me he’s probably working on an essay.

I watch his expression, unchanging, as he types with a fury. Whatever he’s writing about, he holds no love for it. It’s strictly obligation.

By the stiffness of his shoulders, I bet he’ll be sore later. He needs to relax. Take a break even. Though I suspect he’ll reject the advice until after he’s finished.

I cross my arms and wonder what I can do for him. I run through a mental list of options before settling on a rather cliché but effective strategy.

Food.

Since we started dating, I’ve been cooking a lot more frequently. I’ve gotten a lot better at it too and I’ve learned a few new recipes to appeal to my boyfriend’s specific tastes.

One of his favorite dishes of late is udon soup so I get to work on starting it. It’ll be a nice surprise—or so I hope—and it’ll get his eyes off of that laptop screen for a few minutes.  

As I’m chopping onions, I hear his sweet voice call out to me. “What’s a word that means destiny? Not fate but…”

I set the knife down and think. Not fate, I repeat mentally and try and fish for other synonyms. “Serendipity?” I try, shouting back over my shoulder.

“Ummm…I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for…”

I think more. “Kismet?”

“Definitely not.”

I laugh silently and to myself while returning to the onions. My mind is dried up and I shrug though I doubt he’s looking at me. “I’ve got nothing left, Kade. Sorry.”

A pause forms between us and I focus on the food. I have the stock ready so I just need to add the noodles and it shouldn’t take too much longer. There are some fishcakes I can add as well as eggs to poach in the broth (Kade’s favorite part) but, other than that, there won’t be any more bells and whistles. I hope it’s satisfactory.

Then I hear him again, mumbling this time. “Maybe it was serendipity.”

A smile settles on my face as I ask, “Writing about us?”

He laughs. “No.”

I knew the answer already, of course, but I do think we fit the criteria of serendipity. Everything about our meeting feels predestined and I can’t imagine a scenario where we didn’t meet eventually. If not on that rainy Thursday then some other time, in some other way.

And we’d be right here, no matter what.

There is something immensely comforting about that thought.

I prepare drinks as the eggs poach and I set the table quietly and without detection. He must be in the final throes of his paper with how concentrated he appears. It’s quite endearing, really, and I keep getting distracted by his serious face.

With the bowls on the table, I clear my throat. When that doesn’t work, I walk closer. “Got a minute?” I ask, casting my shadow over him.

Kade snaps up to meet my eyes, clearly surprised to see me so close. “Oh…what’s up?” His work mode is very intense and, while I do find him cute no matter what, I feel slightly neglected when I’m not the center of his attention.

To be fair, I did warn him of my jealousy.

“I made your favorite,” I say, hoping to ignite some spark of life back into him.

And, to my sheer delight, Kade sits up and closes his laptop in a flash. “Udon?!”

I nod and do nothing to hold back my smile. To see him so excited for my cooking makes all the hard work and preparation worth it. I can see myself doing this every day until our golden years—never growing bored of the same old same old.

Kade hurries to the table and I pull out his chair for him, pushing him in once he’s sat. I then take my spot across from him and watch eagerly as he takes his first bite.

“So good,” he says as soon as he can. “I needed this.”

“I know,” I respond and bask in the feelings of pride and joy. “After dinner and after you’re done with your paper, I can give you a massage. I noticed how tense your shoulders are while you write.”

Kade’s spoon stops halfway to his mouth and his brows turn up, suggesting he might cry at any second. Despite his proclamation that he’s overly emotional, I have yet to see him shed a tear aside the time we watched a particularly sad movie together.

“You’d do that?” he asks with a tremor in his voice.

“Of course.” It’s no big deal for me—not just because I am glad to do whatever Kade needs but a massage is also a great excuse to touch him. And the sounds he makes when he’s really enjoying a rubdown aren’t bad either.

Kade smiles and drops his spoon back into the soup. “You’re so sweet, Mel. What did I do to deserve you?”

“That’s my line—I’ve got to do what I can to keep up and earn my spot beside you.” And I mean it. Kade’s mere presence is like the sun to me. Without enough of him in the day, I grow weary and depressed. I can’t imagine life without him now that I know what it’s like with him in it.

He blushes and looks down to his dinner. “…You’ve already earned it, you know? You don’t have to do anything special.”

I shake my head. “I want to then.”

Kade and I finish our dinner, sharing fleeting glances that are full of unspoken emotion and a lingering intent. I feed off it and can’t wait until he’s done with his school work so we can get a little closer. There is a magnetism between us and I don’t know if I can resist it for much longer.

I leave the dishes to soak in the sink and stand behind the couch as Kade types for his life. He is going a mile a minute but I can sense the antsy energy around him as he’s just as eager to spend time with me as I am with him.

As he’s finishing, I reach down and clamp my hands around his shoulders, forcing them down and more relaxed. I can feel the muscles straining under my touch and I worry about the long term damage he’s doing to himself by stressing so much.

Eventually, I do manage to get him to loosen up some and I push along the natural lines of the muscles and pull a long, appreciative moan from my boyfriend. I smile and focus on that same spot, pushing again and again to try and elicit the same response.

Kade flips his laptop closed and sets it aside on the coffee table. “Done,” he breathes and leans away from me but only to turn on the couch, giving me an open invitation to join him.

I sit beside him and he turns away from me, clearly still interested in the massage. It’s fair as I was only able to reach his shoulders from my post behind the couch. So, I dig into his back, mapping out the locked in stress and pushing it out, one swipe at a time.

He lets out sighs and moans with each movement and I can’t help the direction my mind travels in. Since we started dating, we have done little more than kiss and hold one another. It’s still early, I know, and obviously if Kade doesn’t want to then we won’t but…

Perhaps now is the time to mention it. The idea of saying something so serious is daunting, however, and I’m not sure I can bring myself to. So far, Kade has been the one mostly leading the relationship. All I’ve done is ask him out in the first place.

My hands rise back to his shoulders, squeezing and pressing. They dip forward, sliding against his collar bone and the tops of his pecs. There is far more tension there than I anticipated and I pull him back, closer toward me.

Kade’s back meets my front and he limply lies against me as I drive my fingers along the long neglected muscles. I can tell it feels good as he leans his head back onto my shoulder and lets out a long, breathy sigh. His adams apple bobs and my eyes stick on it while my hands operate with a mind of their own.

I don’t even realize what I’m doing until Kade’s brow pinches together and his lips part, a gasp passing through them. “Mel,” he moans and squirms against me.

My eyes have to be forcefully peeled away but I need to know what my hand is up to. I look, in shock, at the placement of my fingers on Kade’s chest. I really hadn’t meant to but I am circling a most sensitive area and it is clearly affecting my boyfriend quite a bit.

“I should have asked,” I say on reflex and as a belated apology.

Kade’s breath is shaking but he grasps my hand with his own and opens his eyes to meet mine in a heavy and mesmerizing gaze. “Ask me now.”

I can ask more than just this, I think and gulp in turn. It could break our perfect relationship but it could also enhance it if Kade is on the same wavelength as me. So long as we move in step with each other and retain this beautiful, domestic purity, I can only see us falling further into bliss.

“Can I touch you?” I ask and wait for his response. When he nods, I return my fingers to that spot, over his shirt, and rub against it with more intent than before.

Kade instantly moans and throws his head back against me, as if it’s the most pleasure he’s ever experienced. If our beginning is this intense, I fear more but I also crave it.

“Can I do more than just kiss you?” I boldly follow up before I capture his lips with mine. There is less precision and more wetness than usual. The smacks of our lips echo in the room and it sends a spike of desire through my being.

“Yes,” Kade answers with a husky voice I can certainly get used to.

We return to our kiss, imperfect and passionate and my hand travels from his chest to his stomach. I nearly stop as nerves seize me but with some prodding from Kade, I am able to breach one of our major barriers. My fingers slip under his pants and caress the soft, supple skin that has, until now, been forbidden to me.

Each new inch is beloved and I lose myself in the sensation. What more could Kade show me? What more newness can he make me experience?

I can’t believe this is real.

He begins to breathe heavier, my touches sending him to cloud nine, and I keep my eyes on his face. Those small changes in his expression are all new to me and I drink them each in greedily. I want to be the only one to see this face—to see these vulnerable moments.

I hold him closer as I bring him to the edge of paradise but the moment can’t last forever. He lets out one last moan and his body sinks and grows heavy. I want to repeat the process again but I allow him rest as I know he needs it.

Instead, I pepper his face with kisses and wait for him to rejoin me on earth.

“Mel…” he speaks my name as if I am the only person in the world he needs.

“Yes?” I cradle him in my arms, wanting nothing more than to stay here for an eternity.

“I love you.” His words are deep enough but, combined with the piercing look he shoots my way, I am completely captured in his spell. He could ask anything of me and I would oblige in this moment.

I say the only thing I can think and the only thing that makes sense to reply with, “I love you too, Kade.”

We kiss and it’s so similar to our last kiss that I wonder if we’ll repeat the fit of passion all over again. He pulls back some and takes some more, longer breaths and I give him the space to do it.

As I watch him, unblinking, I have another powerful thought that I can’t keep locked away. “Move in with me?”

His blue-green eyes widen and he looks to me in shock. “You mean it…?”

“Yes,” I answer before he’s even finished. I can’t wait. I can’t stand not having him around every second. I can’t stand not sleeping next to him every night any longer.

Kade’s eyes become even brighter somehow. “I’d love to.”

We hold each other and kiss once more and this time I don’t think we’ll stop.

[chilipowder9]

Dad

tw: childhood trauma, abandonment issues, severe mommy issues, minor daddy issues, idk what it's called but that thing where you think you need to be [this] good to earn someone's love specifically here mentioned it's my dad, and one mention of considering suicide paired with a mention of it again to portray that it was (and still is) gone

this starts as an explanation of a couple things Dad did to me as a little kid that hurt me, then ways he tried to counter that, then the main point which made me understand that if no one else in my family loves me as I am, it's him; I will be labeling each part so if you want to only hear the happy parts or the main premise of this post you can skip

everything's under the cut

The Rough Edges

when I was super young, like, 4 to 10 young, he had no idea how to interact with a child, he was always gruff when talking to me, and it seemed he never had anything nice to say to me

he's always been on a strict work schedule and therefore was home every day but he never had enough time to spend time with me and learn who I was and keep up with my phases through life

Mom was always worse when he wasn't home, I don't want to get into it in this post since that's not the point of it, but she was really rough, but when he was home she was nearly a saint and protected me from his gruffness, so despite being so harsh with me, I idolized her and wanted to one day be good enough to be loved both by the fact that I am her child and for who I am

Him Trying His Best

he started to find ways to connect with me as I got older, each time we were in the car we would try to talk, it was awkward at first, but over time we bonded over music, then videogames, then slowly more and more

he started to see my personality in the things I did, he started to relate to me in any way whatsoever, I started to understand why he was "so mean," I started to understand that to have a relationship with him I needed to be the one to reach out because he's never known anything else

this kept going and getting better and better with my relationship with my mom staying the same kind of rocky until December 2022

The Context Needed For The Point

not much, but some, please read this so the point makes sense

I was in a relationship my family did not like, I had my tech on severe lockdown, but still not quite taken away, I was allowed to speak with her but only with them around, the comfort of falling asleep with someone was going to be taken away... except I had my brother's old phone he would have thrown away and wifi to talk to her on

the rest of the context is that Dad has to get of at the buttcrack of dawn to go to work

The Point

I was on the phone with my at the time girlfriend (she abandoned me two days after this, no it wasn't ghosting, I wish she would have ghosted me) I remember it so vividly I was on the phone and I genuinely believed I would not have survived the next day, that Mom would finally have weighed down on me so much that I was going to end it all and I begged her to help me relax just for a moment before I had to struggle the next day (there's a lot of toxicity please don't ask) it was five in the morning and we were arguing with me trying to get her to understand I wasn't saying about my worry to guilt her into helping, I sincerely believed I would not have survived the next day

Dad heard me yelling in my room, stormed in, and freaked out, he barely gave me a chance to explain and honestly the entire ordeal was a blur, I remember begging, I remember feeling like he hated me, and I remember being terrified he would tell Mom

then he began to walk out of the room to leave for work, and something came over me, I haven't the slightest clue what, not the slightest idea in the world, but as he was walking out the door

"hey.. wait!"

"what?" he turns glaring at me, with every look of "you dare speak to me?" on his face

"can... can I have a hug?"

he paused for a moment, but that man pushed his anger to the side, settled his stomping, lowered his voice, and came to hug me

he came and he hugged me, telling me, "I used to do some stupid things when I was your age too, y'know... that's not good but we're gonna get through this and you're going to get better... but I want you to know I still love you"

and that

that right there is what saved me from committing suicide that morning

he paused every emotional response to my betrayal of his trust, and he reminded me that he loves me, and I can't remember for certain if it were here or in one of our car conversations but he ended up telling me he was proud of me despite that

my dad is every reason I stay in this house and serve the family, my dad is every reason I am alive, my dad is every reason I find to get up in the morning, my dad is why I take care of my body, my dad is why I try to take care of my mind

my dad is why I feel so safe around punks; he was a thrasher in the 90s, he may not have been a punk (and he's really elitist with saying punk died with Green Day and that "nowadays punks are just a bunch of pussies trying to fight for bullshit issues behind a little screen") but he was one of those people that was only not punk because he didn't appreciate community because he had a fuck the world because it fucked me mentality

[luminnara]

It’s Been A Long, Long Time | ch 4

Summary:  When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Taglist:  @kyrah-williams @oceanmermaidwitch @shawnie--jo @super-cape @ferxaniti @namjoonwatcheshentai @fandomsstolemylife00 @youngblood199456 @nightlygiggless @darlingely

Amoretta swam in and out of sleep. Whenever she surfaced, she saw bright lights and strange faces, and, assuming that she was in a HYDRA lab, she decided it was better if she just kept on dreaming. After a while, though, she couldn’t manage it anymore, and she finally woke up enough to actually take in her surroundings.

She was in a hospital bed, and...a gown? She couldn’t remember the last time she had been given clothing. When she tried to move, she found that her arms ached, and she had an IV sticking out of her. Okay, so wherever she was, they were trying to take care of her. Maybe. That seemed like a good sign. 

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a man’s voice said. “How’re you feeling?”

A figure came into view, blurry at first, and as he got closer she was able to get him in focus. Amoretta immediately stiffened, feeling threatened by this stranger, but as the scent of omega wafted in, she relaxed slightly. She couldn’t smell any alphas nearby, and that was good. 

Two good signs so far. 

“Wh-who are you?” She asked, her voice wobbly and hoarse. Her throat was so sore that talking was painful. 

“My name is Dr. Bruce Banner.” The man said, reaching towards a nearby table and grabbing a water bottle off of it. “I’m with the Avengers.”

Amoretta frowned. “The...who?”

He came near her slowly, twisting the cap off the bottle and offering it to her. “You’ve probably got a lot of questions. Mind if I ask a couple, though?”

She gave a little shrug as she raised the bottle to her lips. It felt strange to hold, the water tasting...different from what she was used to.

“Can you tell me your name?”

She thought for a moment, brows knitting together. “Subject 1096.”

It was Bruce’s turn to frown. “Did you ever have a...different name?”

After a moment, she nodded, trying to remember. It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach. Had it really been so long since she had gotten to say it?

“We can come back to that one.” Bruce said gently. “Do you know what year it is?”

She thought for a moment. “19...1986.”

The doctor pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose and mumbling something along the lines of “Christ, not another one…”

She got the feeling that she was off by a few years. 

“Well, Ten...is it alright if I call you that?”

She shrugged.

“...alright. Ten, it seems like you were cryogenically frozen for a few decades.”

“...decades?”

He nodded. “Your body seems to have handled it well, though.”

“Did I puke?” She asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Not that I saw.” He chuckled. 

Well, that was a little surprising. She had a tendency to vomit after being wrenched out of unnaturally cold naps. “Where am I?”

“You’re in my lab, at Stark Tower.”

“What continent?”

“North America.”

She made a thoughtful noise. “What month is it?”

“June.”

“So Ursa Major is out?”

Bruce paused. “...well, it’s hard to see with all the light pollution in the city, but...yes, I suppose it should be…”

She let out a sigh. “I miss it.”

Her voice was already sounding tired again, and Bruce was quick to take the water bottle back before it slipped from her hand. 

“You should get some more rest, Ten.” He suggested. “We’ve got plenty of time to get you caught up when you’re feeling more energetic.”

“Mhm.” her eyes fluttered closed. “Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“What city am I in?”

“New York.” He said, looking down at her curiously. “Manhattan, more specifically. Why?”

She smiled a little. “I wanna see...Brooklyn…”

As she drifted off to sleep again, Bruce rubbed his face. Well, that certainly was oddly specific of her to say. It was a good sign that she seemed lucid, though. 

“Captain Rogers is outside, Dr. Banner.” FRIDAY’s AI voice said. 

Bruce met him at the door, making his way out as quietly as possible. Steve looked anxious, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for news. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find Bucky yet, his friend either working out or sleeping, and all he had managed so far was a quick debriefing and a shower. 

“I ran down as soon as FRIDAY called,” he said. “How is she?”

“Sleeping again. Just missed her.” Bruce said wryly. “Walk with me, I’m starving.” 

Steve fell into step beside him, heading towards the elevators. “Did she say anything?”

“She did. She seemed a bit out of it...couldn’t remember her name, hasn’t been awake since 1986.” He hit the UP button and stood back. “Seemed very interested in constellations, though. And Brooklyn.”

Steve stared at him. “Brooklyn?”

“Told her she was in New York, and the last thing she said before she fell asleep was something about Brooklyn.” Bruce shrugged. “Really interesting thing was her blood tests, though.”

“Blood tests?” Steve asked, stepping into the elevator and waiting for Bruce to join him before the doors closed again. 

“Definitely an omega.” Banner said as they headed up several floors. “Her scent is so muted because they pumped her full of enough suppressants to kill a normal person. Pretty sure that’s why she’s so tired...her body is working overtime trying to process such a high dose. I think it was just pooling in her system while she was in cryo, not really going anywhere, so now her kidneys are doing everything they can to—“

“Banner.” Steve interrupted before he had to listen to an entire scientific explanation. 

“Right. Sorry.” The scientist cleared his throat. “There was something else that I found already. She’s, uh…well, at some point, she was given super soldier serum.” 

Steve froze. “HYDRA gave the serum...to an omega?”

“It’s confusing to me, too,” Bruce put his hands up in defeat. “Thanks to that, though, it’s hard to determine how old she is, or who she is, without her telling us. All I know is that she’s an unmarked omega super soldier with a hell of a dose of heat suppressants to work through.”

“Any idea when she’ll be up again?” Steve asked as the elevator dinged to signal their arrival. 

“Hard to say.” Bruce said, following the alpha out towards the shared kitchen near the common area. 

“I need to get to the bottom of this, Banner. FRIDAY, will you find Bucky? I need you to tell him—“

“Tell him what?” A voice asked. 

Steve smiled in relief. Bucky was there, sitting on the couch with a plate of Alfredo balanced in his metal hand, looking mildly curious about whatever his friend was talking about. 

“Oh, good,” Steve said, approaching him, Banner following behind. “You’re already here.”

“What is it, Stevie?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“Well, as you know, I visited an abandoned HYDRA base today.” 

“I’m aware.”

“And I found...something.”

“...something. What kind of something?”

Steve suddenly wasn’t sure how to describe his discovery. “Well, it’s a...not an it, I mean, I found a…”

“Rogers here brought back an omega test subject.” Bruce interrupted. “She’s down in the lab right now sleeping off some nasty meds.”

Bucky’s posture hadn’t changed, despite how awkward and almost nervous Steve had gotten. He leaned back against the cushions, slurping down a few noodles while he regarded his friend with a mild expression. 

“Alright, so?” He asked. 

“So...I was wondering if you had any idea what HYDRA was doing experimenting on an omega.” Steve said, hands on his hips in a stance that was supposed to say I mean business, so listen to me.

Bucky wasn’t bothered by it. He was the biggest, toughest alpha in the tower, aside from the rare occasions Thor was roughing it down on Midgard with the rest of them. The others could puff up and posture all they wanted at him, but it never had any effect. He was always calm and cool, generally disinterested in their displays. He knew he was stronger, and he didn’t need to prove it, especially not when he didn’t have an omega to fight over. 

He shrugged. “I want exactly privy to all their secrets. I know they kept cells full of omegas around for a while.”

“What did they do with them?” Steve asked.

“Whatever they wanted?” Bucky shook his head. “I really don’t know. If they were experimenting on ‘em, that never concerned me.”

“You’ve gotta know something, Buck.” Steve sounded exasperated. 

“Why do you care so much?” He asked. 

“Because something isn’t adding up.” Steve growled. 

“They gave this omega enough heat suppressants to last a lifetime,” Bruce said. “Her system is all kinds of messed up.”

“Makes sense.” Bucky ate another mouthful. “HYDRA wouldn’t want to deal with hormones going crazy or any unplanned pups.”

Steve stared down at his friend. “Did they let you rut?”

“Stevie, at least take me out to dinner before you start asking about my sex life fifty years ago.” Bucky said dryly. 

Steve just raised an eyebrow.

“...yeah. They did. Think they couldn’t stop my ruts.” He relented. 

“So did they...you know…” Steve trailed off awkwardly. 

“Were you ever given omegas to get you through them?” Bruce asked, proving once again how much more capable of having this conversation he was than Steve. 

Bucky finally had to glance away from them in embarrassment. “Well…yeah. But I, uh...the Soldier, he would just kind of...well, they didn’t really last long, if you uh. Catch my drift.”

Steve paled. 

Bruce gulped. 

“...what? Look, I’m better now, I’m way past that. Besides, I never meant to hurt anyone, I wasn’t myself—“

“This omega is a super soldier.” Bruce said quietly.

Bucky’s face dropped, a flicker of something passing over his face. “...what?”

—

“Finally,” Bruce sighed happily, inhaling the smell of leftover pizza. 

“Bucky, does the number 1096 mean anything to you?” Steve asked. He was sitting in a chair across from his friend, Bruce sitting at the kitchen island while he ate his dinner. 

Bucky shook his head. “Don’t remember any numbers like that. They mostly just called ‘em all omega.”

He was trying to seem cool and collected, but his scent had shifted slightly. Steve could catch just the slightest hint of distress in it, and as he did so, he narrowed his eyes. He may have been separated from Bucky for almost 80 years, but he was still his best friend, and he could tell when he was hiding something. 

“Why would they give the serum to an omega?” Steve asked. 

“Branching out?” Bucky shook his head. “Why do they do anything? They’re HYDRA. They can do whatever they want.”

“So you don’t remember anything about an omega super soldier?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky sniffed defensively. 

“Buck, it’s okay if you do.” Steve growled. “We’re not going to judge you for anything you did. We just want to help her and figure out who she is—“

“Well I don’t know,” Bucky snapped, big fangs bared in a warning. 

Steve responded with a low growl. 

“There’s a lot I don’t remember, or did you forget how many times they wiped my memory?” 

“Seems like you’re hiding something, Buck, and I wanna know what it is.”

“Why do you care? You should just drop it,” Bucky snarled. 

Steve regarded him carefully. Oh yeah. He was definitely hiding something. 

“Hey, hey,” Bruce interrupted from the kitchen, intent on stopping their fight before it could start. “Relax, fellas. Don’t make me get the big guy out to shut you both up.”

Steve backed down. The threat of having the Hulk going after him was enough. Bucky didn’t seem to share the sentiment, though, his lips still pulled back in a blatant display of aggression. It was the first time in a while that Steve had seen him acting so defensively about something, and it was concerning, to say the least. 

“Buck,” he said, voice low with warning. “Are you hiding something?”

Bucky’s nostrils flared angrily and the insinuation that he was keeping secrets, but he managed to reign himself back in, stifling another growl with a loud sigh. 

“I dunno, Steve.” He admitted. “There’s...a lot I don’t remember. If I’m bein’ honest with you, I’m not even sure why I’m feelin’ so worked up about this.”

Steve nodded. It was a relief to hear that Bucky wasn’t acting this way entirely on purpose, at least. 

“You feel okay?” Steve asked. “Not rutting soon, are you?”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Bucky snorted. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. “Is the omega, uh...is she okay?”

“Physically, she doesn’t seem to be too worse for wear,” Bruce said from the kitchen. “The only abnormalities I found in our preliminary blood tests were evidence of the suppressants and the serum. Other than being exhausted and needing to adjust to consciousness again after decades of cryo, she’s fine.”

“Good.” Bucky said, a little too quickly. “I mean...that’s good.”

“She should be awake again by tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll be up for a longer chat then.” 

“You comfortable talking with her?” Steve asked, looking at Bucky. “It might be good for her to see someone else who used to be connected to HYDRA. Might help her ease into everything.”

Bucky gave a nod, already distracted by thoughts of this omega. Was it possible that the girl he saw in his dreams was real? It was hard for him to know what had actually happened to him and what he had imagined, what with HYDRA wiping his memory whenever they felt like it. Ever since he had gained his mental freedom, though, he had been plagued with nightmares, his sleep always filled with the faces of people he had killed. 

As time went on, they were getting better, but they never really stopped. He just...didn’t always have to deal with the worst ones. Sometimes, he even got to have dreams that were...nice. Sometimes, he dreamt of a familiar scent, one he couldn’t really place and that he could never remember when he woke up. Sometimes, he dreamt of an omega, with long, dark hair, and the prettiest eyes he could ever imagine. He always saw her in flashes, a smile here, a sigh there, and with no idea as to who she was or where she came from, he had chalked it up to his mind trying to give him some relief from the nightmares. It had to be wishful thinking, and nothing more. 

Unless it wasn’t. 

He spent a while chatting with Steve and Bruce before retreating to his apartment. With Tony and Pepper gone for the night, spending it in some fancy hotel so that Stark could give a talk at some expo, and most of the others resting after missions, the tower was quiet. It left Bucky too much time to wander and think, and before he knew it, he was making a detour down to Banner’s lab. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he paused. What was he hoping to accomplish, exactly? He didn’t have the kind of clearance that Bruce did. He wouldn’t be able to sneak in, and even if he could, what would he do? Appearing at her bedside would just freak the poor omega out, and that wasn’t the kind of first impression he liked to leave these days. 

He shook his head, pressing the button for his floor and leaning back against the elevator wall. He needed to be patient. Tomorrow, when she woke up, he would be able to see her for himself and decide if his weird dreams had any truth to them. 

Not that he was getting his hopes up. He shouldn’t, after all. He would just set himself up for disappointment. 

Just before the elevator doors slid shut, though, the tiniest, faintest hint of a scent wafted in, and Bucky’s eyes widened. He knew it. He knew that scent, or at least...he used to know it. Somewhere, in a part of his mind that he tried to forget about, he had memories of a peaceful, starry night sky, a hint of pine, and a touch of cinnamon. 

Then, the doors closed, and it was gone again, leaving him confused as the elevator rushed upwards.

[slytherwrites]

Dedicated Interest - pt 1

Costume Innovation

The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.

You’ve seen her fight—you’ve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero students’ costumes—particularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.

The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isn’t hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, you’re able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls she’s walked in with is the hard part.

But you don’t stop. In fact, you just go for it. It’s now or never, afterall.

“Yaoyorozu,” you ask, “can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” She replies, “don’t wait up for me guys. I’ll be there shortly!”

You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but it’s muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.

“Have we met before..?”

“Not formally,” you reply, “I’m one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.”

You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes that’ll support her instead of the heeled boots she’d been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts aren’t halfway out all the time anymore and it’s all in her original color scheme.

“This is…” She pauses. You can’t tell what’s on her mind.

“Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!”

“This is ingenious!” Momo replies, “Tell me, when do you think you could have this made?”

“Oh umm… I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing new’s being innovated, it’s just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thing…”

“Sounds great.” She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, “I need to get to lunch but I’m free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!”

“I will!” You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.

===

You immediately added Yaoyorozu’s number after lunch and now you’re getting a ping from it.

Yaoyorozu: Hey, I’m free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?

You look at your clock now. 4:30’s coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isn’t so busy that you wouldn’t bring in another person—that’s only when Hatsume’s working, as she’s a safety hazard in and of herself.

Y/N: Now’s fine! I’m in the 2-H workshop. It’s in the east wing.

The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. You’ve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/N?” Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, “Oh, hi Yaoyorozu!”

You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozu’s skin tight outfit. She certainly isn’t uncomfortable in her skin.

“You like my outfit? It’s designer—part of Mount Lady’s recently dropped workout line.” She replies, “I thought I’d wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.”

“Oh yeah. That’s smart. Let me grab my tailor’s tape and a sticky note!” You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, “Here it is! Now we’ll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.”

“Sounds perfect.” Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. She’s obviously done this before.

As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You don’t notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of it’s racing thoughts.

“So… what were you working on?”

“Schoolwork, nothing much.” You admit, “Just some back to school safety briefings—as if most of us didn’t come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”

Momo proves you wrong, “What other projects do you have going on?”

“Oh uh… well, Power Loader’s gave us a robotics project to work on and I’ve been specializing in costumes so I’ve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. You’re the first I’ve actually been able to do hands-on work for though… That’s for this, by the way!”

“How could I refuse?” Momo asks, “Your improvements and overall design is better than what I could’ve come up with on my own.”

“I guess…”

“May I ask,” Momo says, “How did you come up with this design?”

“Mostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.” You repsponds, “Most female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but don’t have any sort of knee protection—which I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And I’d advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you… I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, no! It’s fine.” Momo replies, “I find this fascinating. Please continue!”

“Well… I’ve noticed that in a pinch that you’ll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save… materials as well as use that space for other things.” You continue with a laugh at yourself, “I don’t really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will work…”

“I convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.” Momo explains, “but I think your idea will work.”

“Let’s see.” You reply, “Well, I think that’s all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.” She tells you, “Text me anytime!”

“Oh uh, cool.” You tell her, “I will.”

She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you don’t leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.

[raggaraddy]

Idk of I/someone else has already asked this but how would the yanderes react to having a mute s/o

Mute

A/N: Hi Hi. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it! 💜💜💜

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, abuse, unhealthy relationships, blood drinking, descriptions of medical care.

Line: Mini-Rap Line (Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin)

Alpha! Namjoon

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Namjoon asks, trying to mask the genuine irritation in his voice.

It's been 8 days and you haven't said a word to him. Now, if you weren't talking at all that would be one thing, but you were specifically not talking to him, and would talk to other people with no problem. Trying to make it as pointedly obvious as possible that you were avoiding him and him alone.

The blatant disrespect of this was driving him mad. But he had never set a rule that directly stated that you have to talk to him or reply to him, and he knew that you would only fight it further if he instituted the edict now.

For you though, you were having the time of your life making him suffer. It was rare for you to have so much control between the two of you, and you were abusing it to the fullest. Especially given the reason this all started.

A week ago you were whining because he wouldn't let you go to the town fair without him. An unreasonable decision he made. Because as you tried to point out, you were going to be surrounded by the pack anyhow, and the excuse he gave for not going was a very unnecessary border run that anyone else could do in his place. While he wants to deny it, you know the real cause for his refusal though. It's because you sounded too excited about seeing your new friend at the fate and he was jealous. Even though she was another girl, for whom you had no romantic feelings, he was still jealous. And petty. You could see it in the way he mentioned her name or his face when you spoke about her.

But even with all that, it was his injustice that really made you snap. The exact words he said to you as you tried to reason your point, were; If you're going pout I don't want to hear another word from you. Basically, he told you to shut up just because he couldn't come up with any valid rebuttals and he didn't want to lose. So fine, if he wanted to be a dick, you were going to simply take his own instruction and hyperbolize it.

And his frustration was worth every moment of silence.

While he was hoping not to further blow this out of proportion, Namjoon was trying to break your silence by being strict towards all your other undesirable behaviour. Disciplining you for each and every rule you broke. Hoping to wear you down, or at the very least provoke you into another argument so that he could claim victory.

He was giving you time outs, taking away your electronics, making you hold quarters to the wall, refusing you junk food and sweets, making you stay by his side the entire day and so on. Fully running through all of his most infuriating and childish punishments. But no matter what he did, you remained defiant. And he was at the end of his rope.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were talking with the Gamma and two other wolves during a patrol break. As Namjoon was putting lunch together, you were happily observing his clenched jaw. However, the aggravation their Alpha was exuding was putting the wolves on edge and they were trying to include him in any way they could. Asking his opinion on topics as trivial as shoes, in the hopes to offset the irreverence you were showing.

When they asked him which of two brands he prefered, you interrupted, sick of their transparent attempts.

"No one cares what he has to say." You snip turning your back to him. For the first time in days, you were referring to him, and all the attitude you had stored up was pouring out in those words. You didn't take a second to think about what you were really saying though.

With an almighty crash, Namjoon smacks his hand into the benchtop, catching the side of the plate causing it to shatter. All three wolves and you jump. Quickly the words replay in your head as you see their wide-eyed gawking. Then the realization hits, you were safe being underspokenly disrespectful, but being outrightly so... he had rules set about that, and now you'd just given him the right to punish you in the way he had been itching to.

Grabbing your arm before you can protest he drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. With weak shoves and refusals, you stay determined not to utter a single word. But as Namjoon pulls onto the bed, dragging you over his lap, as he lifts up your dress and tears down your underwear, you recognise that it's not time to play anymore.

Ignoring your shouts, your foul language, and eventually your cries for him to stop, he holds you down and smacks your ass raw. After about 20 minutes and once he's reduced you to tears, he finally lets up.

"Apologize," he demands. Still crying, you're too out of breath to reply at once, and that pause costs you. His hand comes down on your bruised ass again making you scream. Your cries turning into whimpered hiccuped apologies as you cling to the tear-soaked duvet.

Satisfied with your change in attitude, Namjoon at last stops. Not letting you run away like you want though, instead he has you straddle his lap, his legs carefully spread so your bruised butt doesn't have to sit on anything.

"Do you understand why I did that Y/n?" He asks softly pulling you into his chest. His hand running over your back.

You know why he did it, but you're too bitter to answer him and can only muster a grunt.

"Still not speaking to me, huh?" He smiles knowing he has already won whether you wanted to admit it or not, "Because if you're going to continue being disrespectful, I don't care if your ass is still glowing, I will bring you back up here."

You can only grunt again. Hating him, while you nevertheless cuddle in closer not wanting him to stop comforting you. He chuckles feeling your energy. Fiddling with your clothes and hair to realign and neaten them.

"Beautiful," he purrs in your ear, "If it really means that much to you, I will have someone cover me this Friday so I can take you to the fair." He consigns, kissing your forehead. You finally look up to him, head tilted and mouth slightly open. "Do you want that?"

Looking down and away, you're pouting a little but you push the word out. "Yes,"

"Okay, I will. But you have to be on your best behaviour from now until then." Namjoon winks.

You lost, but you still got what you wanted in the end. So maybe you can chalk this up to a draw. And at the very least you've found a way to get what you want in the future. So maybe that can be considered a win.

Assassin! Yoongi

Because of your disrespectful outburst, Yoongi had told you that you were not allowed to speak until he says. So far you were 4 weeks into your 5 week deadline.

Initially, it was an unyielding torment to have to be silent. A few times you had slipped up and spoken. Each and every time, Yoongi was quick to respond. He would lock you downstairs for as many days as words you spoke. Luckily, the most you said at one time was 5 words. And he still fed you while you were down there. So while it was horrible, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Steadily though, you found it became easier. While you weren't allowed to speak, you still needed to be able to communicate with Yoongi, so he allowed you to nod and shake your head, and smile. It was restrictive, but strangely enough, you found it becoming comfortable. Because you couldn't speak Yoongi expected less from you. You didn't have to search for words when he spoke to you in an attempt to make him happy and overall, it made your interactions less stressful.

With you not speaking, he was speaking less also. So for the past few days, you have been enjoying a wordless dialogue that you and Yoongi were having. And at this point, you were feeling more relaxed and not missing talking at all.

Although waking up this morning you came downstairs to a horrible sight, that made you wish you could scream.

Yoongi was collapsed on the floor. Stretched out on the kitchen tiles in a puddle of his own blood. Covered in bruises and cuts. His torn up T-shirt soaked in blood.

3 nights ago he had left for a job. With the ease between the two of you, Yoongi didn't lock you up when he left, although he didn't downrightly state that as the reason. He must have come home sometime last night, but clearly, you didn't hear him.

Rushing to his side, you're looking down his unconscious battered form with no idea what to do. This is nothing you know how to deal with.

With how long you have been without speaking it feels wrong, unnatural even when you think about doing it now. And you can't bring yourself to release a single word. So you do what you can to try and get his attention, and to wake him up. You shove him, clap over his head. Lastly and desperately smacking his face a few times, sighing in relief as it pulls him back to consciousness.

Groaning, his eyes look to be spinning from light-headedness. Stiffly he tries to get himself upright against the wall. Seeing his intent you help him. Pulling him, you slip a little in the puddle of blood. Your hands and feet are already covered in it. Your limbs trembling as you hold your hands away from your body. Looking down at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

"Medic kit," he breathes, each puff heavy and wheezed.

You nod, spreading a trail of blood through the house to his bedroom. Collecting the duffle bag in his closet that is filled with a surgeries worth of supplies and running back downstairs, you drop the bag at his side, unzipping it for him.

While you were gone he's torn his ripped shirt off. Among the cuts and scars that already litter his pale chest, he has a deep long cut that runs diagonally down his torso. It looks like basic first aid was already applied, blood-drenched gauze stuck on the worst and deepest parts of it.

"I'm gonna talk you through this," he pants, with a struggled smirk, "Maybe wash your hands first, cause if I die of infection, I'll be pissed." His playful banter feels so out of place, not just for the scene but for him. Although, you're not going to question how he wants to deal with a life-threatening injury, and the ridiculousness of you being the one that needs to help him. If he wants to joke to cope, fine.

Nodding and wide-eyed through the whole run-down, it takes everything you have, but you stay calm and stop yourself from crying.

Thankfully time has seemed to stop the bleeding. As you remove the bandages the lacerations have somewhat clotted. Going step by step, you follow Yoongi's every word. First, you clean the area with a bucket of water and a cloth. Then apply an antibiotic ointment, that smells really gross. Washing your hands once again, you lower beside him, and realize you've only just gotten to the worst of it.

While the bleeding has stopped the cuts above his belly button and his hip are deep enough, the fat is exposed.

"You gonna be able to do this?" Yoongi asks as you hold the needle and thread with a tremble in your hands that is painfully obvious.

You nod, taking a deep breath. But even after 3 more of them, your exhales are still coming out shaky. You are in desperate need to calm down and your sure he can't get mad at you in this circumstance, so you're going to try what you've seen on T.V. Standing, you rummage through the cupboards and pull down a bottle of whisky from the top shelf. Watching Yoongi closely as you open the cork, giving him the chance to stop you. But he doesn't so you gulp down a few mouthfuls, shivering as the taste flows down your chest.

You're not sure if it helped your hands, but you feel a little better. So that's enough.

Returning to his side, slowly Yoongi talks you through suturing the openings. A traumatic experience you hope to never repeat. The sensation of the needing pushing through the layers of skin will surely never leave your head though.

During the stitching, you were surprised that Yoongi didn't flinch or react in any way. You're unsure if it was because the area was numb or because he was restraining himself to not freak you out. But in any case, you were grateful.

After everything and nearly 2 hours, you finally move onto bandaging.

Both of you are now able to slump back, thoroughly exhausted. For the longest time after the final step, neither of you move. You're still horrified, leaning against the wall looking over the armature medical aid you've given Yoongi's chest. Almost feeling a sense of pride through the unrelenting urge to vomit.

"You know," Yoongi grunts, shuffling back, lifting only his head to rest against the same wall. "If you wanna finish early and talk now, I think you've earned it." He chortles dryly, with a straight line smile.

Wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist, you laugh uncomfortably. Honestly, after this, you'll be happy to have the next week without speaking.

Vampire! Hoseok

You couldn't take much more of this.

It was endless and he was ruthless.

Night after night Hoseok was coming to you. Drinking from you, hurting you in so many ways, and leaving you. If you were lucky, he'd remember to feed you his blood before he left. If not, he'd let you remain broken, making you suffer through the day.

With everything that you had to endure, you were tired of being tired. Exhausted of being exhausted. Scared and sad all the time, and hating a life from which you had no means of escape. But even with all of this, you were still holding out hope that there had to be some way to lessen your suffering. You had to believe that if you wanted to keep your sanity. You just had to figure out what he wanted.

So far you had seen no depth to him. All you had learnt was that he enjoyed your misery too much. It was like a game to him. Every sound you made, every cry, every time you begged or screamed at him, or fought him, it would only encourage him. He was trying to coax a reaction, to draw out your fear. And with no other form of control, you wanted to see what would happen if you took that away from him.

You theorized that if you did he would get more vicious, but then he would get bored. Best case scenario; he would let you go. Worst case; he would kill you. And somewhere in the middle; he would keep you only for your blood. But any of these were better than the hell you were living in now.

So partly with a plan in mind, and partly out of sheer exhausted terror, you stopped speaking. It was going to be impossible to stop all sounds. There was no way you could stop yourself from screaming or crying or reacting, but you could control the words that came out of your mouth.

And for over 2 weeks now, you haven't uttered a single word.

With the sun high in the sky and being ready to sleep, you come back to your room, jolting as you open the door. Seeing Hoseok sitting on the bed.

In an unnatural flash, he's behind you, goosebumps prickling on the back of your neck. Grabbing a chunk of your hair he jerks and twists you, moving you to face him. His other hand comes up pressing his fingers into your cheeks harshly enough to make your mouth open. Keeping your jaw spread, he moves and tugs your head inspecting inside at all angles.

"Hmm, I was just checking if I cut your tongue out and forgot. But it's there." he uses his hold on your face to throw you back. Crashing you to the floor. "So you're choosing not to speak to me." He chuckles eerily.

As soon as you hit the floor, you scramble to your feet. Struggling to do so with an injured leg, but knowing it's safer to not let yourself remain on the ground or he'll most likely stomp on you.

You croak quickly silence yourself, forcing yourself to not speak and maintain your desperate strategy. Bracing yourself instead like you're facing a wild animal.

He marches forward, grabbing the arm you hold out. You'd rather he break your limbs than your organs. But he uses the arm to yank you forward, his right fist hooking broadly, your head snapping to the side, blood flying from your mouth. "Still not going to speak baby?" He yanks you back, hitting you in the exact same way. And a third time, your mouth gushing blood inside and out. "Are you trying to hurt my feelings?" He laughs switching his target, this time aiming at your torso. Each time dragging you back into place so he can properly hit you again.

Smacking the back of his hand into your head, he lets your fly into the floor this time. Clicking his tongue as he squats, hovering over you. "Baby, it's not as fun when you're not begging me to stop," he says icily. "Maybe I'm not hurting you enough."

Finally, he's giving you the assurance that you were right. Which means just like you thought, he's threatening to become more vicious. So you can endure that, or you can try something extra and see what happens when you outrightly give him everything he already takes.

Gently and so very carefully you lift your arm to his chest, gradually and painfully getting yourself onto your knees. Watching you do so with such difficulty and while you're trying to maintain eye contact with him, Hoseok is too amused to interrupt you.

With the taste of blood flowing from your mouth, you lean in nervously, expecting at any moment to have your body broken in two. Your heart thumps enough to hurt as you lightly kiss him. Leaving a stamp of your blood on his lips. Too scared to even blink as you monitor him. With a curious expression in his eye, he licks lips clean, a trace of a smile raising the corners of his mouth.

Not receiving a negative reaction you continue. Hoisting yourself up again you begin to kiss him slowly, your tongue flicking his lips encouraging him to open his mouth. Deepening the kiss the moment he does. Kissing your blood between the two of you.

Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you feel sick with fear, but he seems to be stable. And it seems to be working. As tenderly as you kiss him, he is kissing you back the same.

After several minutes and as the pain of holding yourself up gets to be too much, you lower down, terrified that any movement could evoke a change in his response. Keeping your eyes fixed on him, you tie your hair back into a messy bun.

The smirk on Hoseok's face is fully grown as he watches you with complete intrigue. You've never been the one to initiate anything and he is beguiled by your actions.

Coming back to the same height you don't return to kissing him, instead you press your chest to his, clinging one hand into his shirt to keep you balanced, and the other wrapping around his neck to bring his mouth down to your shoulder. It's a wordless invitation that he accepts eagerly, sinking his fangs into the slope of your neck. Too sore and tired to cry out, you can only pant through the bite.

As he drinks, your hands drop and his tighten around you to keep you up. But the second he's done, he releases you and lets you fall to the carpet.

Your eyes open as you hear the bedroom door. However, you see Hoseok stall. Pursing his lips while looking over his shoulder at you. To your surprise, he turns back and in a delicate manner you did not think possible from him, he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed.

Tilting your head up, he presses his lips to yours and your first thought is one of dread. Assuming that he's not finished and he only came back to have sex with you, thinking how much it's going to hurt in your condition.

Pushing his tongue into your mouth you can feel right away that the blood pouring into your mouth is not yours but his. His tongue lapping yours, feeding you his blood the same way you did to him. Healing you in a way he never has before.

Steadily you can feel all your cuts and breaks startling to heal. Clarity returning to your sight and your breath again flowing easily. As your energy returns you begin to reciprocate the kiss. Both out of a feeling of success and clinging on to the taste of his blood, which has come to trigger a feeling of relief within you. Having attached the flavour with the sensation of having your pain taken away.

Abruptly, Hoseok pulls away, getting up without another word or look. Leaving you alone, laying in shock.

It was a reaction unlike any you had expected, but for the very first time, he was damn near humane. So you would have to try that again and see if lightning strikes twice.

Playboy! Jimin

"Ta-da" Jimin bursts into the bedroom with a small black paper bag in his hand and a massive smile on his face. He jumps on the corner of the bed snatching the remote from you and turning the tv off with a click over his shoulder. "Look, Angel." He hands it over, putting the gift in your lap.

Looking down at it, you sigh internally, leaning back you choose to pointedly ignore it. Resting your head against the headboard, you close your eyes.

Lifting the bag by the handles Jimin swings it between his fingers over your head trying to place it in your eye line. "Look, your favourite." He shakes the brand in your face, the joy in his eyes gently fading into guilt.

For 5 days now, you had been stuck in bed. During an argument about your job, Jimin was once again trying to convince you to quit. His points were the same as always. That you didn't need a job because he could pay for you. That you lived with him, and he would buy you heaven and earth. He meant it in a sweet romantic way, but you couldn't help but take it in a 1910 housewife kind of way. You knew that mostly the reason he wanted you out of work was that he was very greedy with you and hated you being around other people. He didn't like that you weren't there to keep him company and entertain him at all times.

Honestly, those 8 hours out of the house, even though you were down to 3 days a week, were so revitalizing. Jimin could be a lot of work. And he was getting more and more controlling about who you saw and when you could see them. Apart from work, it had been 3 months since he last let you go out or see any of your friends by yourself. And you were fighting to hold onto this last little bit of freedom.

However, you will admit in the attempt at making your point solid, you said something incredibly stupid. He said he paid for everything, and you said you needed your own money in case you ever wanted to leave him. And he took that about as well as you'd expect.

"Come on, this isn't fair." Jimin pouts. "I said I'm sorry."

What really wasn't fair was that he hit you, kicked you, and screamed at you. Demanding you apologize and promise to never leave him. But you were coughing up blood, too dazed to even comprehend his words at the time. And when you didn't answer he growled you can't leave if you can't walk as he threw you down the stairs.

It's only by a miracle that you weren't injured as permanently as he intended, but still, he had done plenty of harm. Your ribs and stomach were black and purple. Your face was cut up with your lips split and your jaw swollen. Your arm and hip were also deeply bruised and sore. But with all of this, you truly have no idea the full extent of the damage because Jimin refuses to let you go to the hospital.

So, due to your injuries and your own principles, you hadn't spoken to Jimin since you woke up.

The first day he was remorseful and apologetic. He pleaded and begged for you to forgive him. He tried to hold you and love you and take care of you, but despite the pain and the fact that you really couldn't take care of yourself, you refused him at every turn. On the second day, he was already becoming annoyed that you wouldn't let him near you and kept ignoring him, and on the third day, he yelled at you for being difficult, trying to put the blame for his reaction on you. Yesterday, when he saw that gaslighting you wasn't getting him what he wanted, he went back to being sweet and doting, having had better luck with guilting you in the past.

This means today when his presents don't earn him your forgiveness, he should be right on track to getting pissy again.

He pulls a small box out of the bag, flicking it open. "Ta-da," he smiles. Only to be met once more with your active avoidance. "Look," he whines holding the ring box up but your eyes are closed. "Y/n look!" He barks.

You're not going to, though. He always does this. Buys you something to resolve his guilt. And if for even a moment you express gratitude or pleasure in it, he takes it as complete forgiveness. Then when you haven't actually absolved him, he accuses you of being difficult or a spoiled bitch. Even ignoring him you know he's going to make a problem of that too, but at least this way he will have to keep suffering in his shame.

During the last few days, you've been thinking hard about why you're with Jimin. For a moment, you even thought about packing your things in the middle of the night and leaving him. Moving back in with your old housemate, returning to full-time work and picking up your life where you left it. But thinking that, even with everything bad Jimin can do, it hurt your heart.

He's yours. And out of all of the people in the world, you're his.

Really there weren't too many times that he freaked. And he only did it because he loved you too much, or because you said something cruel like you did this time. No, most of the time he was so sweet. He listened to you, and he really cared about everything you had to say. Even the smallest problems he wanted to help with. He was normally so kind and gentle and he treated you like a princess.

No matter how hard you looked you would never find anyone who treated you like Jimin did.

So even when he lost his temper, you knew you just needed to hold out, because soon everything would return to regular.

This time he just overdid it. And that's why you were punishing him by not speaking to him. Because you knew it was important to stand up for yourself.

There's a flurry of sudden movement and a hefty bang across the room. Your eyes jumping open, Jimin has thrown the ring and the box into the wall. His frustration exploding in a rampage as he attacks your makeup table. Sweeping everything off it, stomping on anything fragile that hits the floor. Throwing the table over he hurls it into the wall, finishing it off by booting his shoe into the mirror over and over until it cracks.

Turning back to you, his hands curled up by his side, it's unnervingly apparent that he is fighting to restrain himself. Even now, as you lay in bed broken, in his rage he is still considering hitting you again.

But you're pretty sure he won't.

Jimin has just never been good at dealing with consequences and he is worse at dealing with the guilt that comes because of his actions. Without you pardoning him, he's going mental. Which is good, because that means he's learning.

"Whatever," he yells, "just fucking forget it." Barging out of the room he slams the door ferociously behind him.

He may be acting harsh, but you know that more than likely he will be going out to replace everything he just damaged. And he'll buy you something even better than a ring to say he's sorry.

And as long as he doesn't hit you again, you'll know that he really is sorry and in a couple more days when your mouth is healed, you will be able to forgive him. Then the two of you can move on from this and it will be as perfect as it can be.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 5.5 Bonus

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language Warnings: None Summary: Local feral human spends some time with their new family. Four short bits featuring Daphne (Maiden OC), Bela, Lady D, Daniela, and a surprise guest. Enjoy. Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!, 3: Haunt Me Dearly, 4: Portraits For Ghosts, 5: Heart Of The Matter

5.5: Family

i.

“Wait, you’re telling me that you came here willingly?” You asked, mouth agape, eyes wide. It felt like every time you talked to Daphne she had something incredible to say. Which was, of course, why she was your favorite maiden to talk to. That, and the fact that she had adapted so quickly to your ‘charming personality’. So far she was the only servant you had been willing to be honest with. Mainly about your feelings regarding your blood bond, but also just about your relationship with Cassandra in general. Something about Daphne simply made her incredibly approachable. From what you had heard, you weren’t the only one to think as such, with her being fairly popular among the castle workers.

“More of us do than you might expect. Some consider it an honor to serve one of the four Lords, and Castle Dimitrescu is certainly… nicer than either the factory or the reservoir. Personally, I came here for a friend of mine. She, well, had less of a choice. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being here without knowing anyone, so it felt like I only had one option. Can’t say I regret my decision, if you can believe it,” Daphne explained, folding laundry all the while. At the same time, you carefully sort through the not yet washed clothing, separating them into two baskets. After all, you wouldn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to end up with a pink dress! Technically this wasn’t your job, nor did you have a job at all, but you hated having idle hands- especially when talking to someone who was working. At first Daphne had protested, but she had given in upon realizing just how stubborn you could be.

“That’s… impressive. I mean, holy shit, that's a real ride or die friendship right there. Is she, uh, is your friend still, you know, around?” You stuttered, cursing your tongue for asking such a thing. If the answer was no, you were going to feel like a real asshole. Which, admittedly, you had a tendency to be. But this wasn’t one of the times where it was intentional. Thankfully, Daphne is all smiles, and even seems amused by your spluttering.

“Yes, we’re even roommates. Well, us and five others. Possibly with a sixth one on the way, if we ever get someone to fill the empty space,” she replies, pausing to think. Then she’s back to work, refusing to waste any time. “Speaking of roommates… I know I said I’m not one for gossip, and I meant it, but a little songbird told me that Cassandra seems to be in a much better mood these days. Are the two of you, well, getting along? It would be nice to know that soulmates can overcome even the roughest of introductions.” There’s a hint of something odd in her tone, and you take a moment to wonder what she’s (unintentionally) hinting at. Had she met her soulmate, only for things to go poorly?... Before answering her, you make a mental note, deciding to see if any of the other maidens had a scar across their nose.

“It’s not like she and I are dating or anything. We’re just, you know, not hating each other. Currently,” you said, shrugging. But Daphne raises an eyebrow at you, and you find yourself instinctively feeling guilty, somehow feeling small next to the shortest person you knew. “Alright, alright, we might have… Okay we kissed. And promised each other not to die, because having your soulmate die hurts like hell. Also maybe she showed me her mom’s art collection and I made a joke about the titty sculptures because holy shit, this house has a lot of titties.” At this, Daphne bursts into laughter, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amen to that, for sure.”

ii.

“So… fan of science, I see,” you say, awkwardly, bouncing a little on your heels. Next to you is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter, who had unexpectedly joined your table in the library. There were several other places she could have sat, with both more comfortable seating and more workspace, but for some reason she had chosen here. So far she hadn’t said a word. Hell, you hadn’t spoken to her since your first meeting, where she had suggested killing you. Naturally, you weren’t quite sure what to make of her. Something told you that she felt much the same about yourself.

“Fan of oversimplification, I see,” Bela counters, after a few tense seconds. Then she sets down her book- a heavy text about Romanian avian fauna- to give you her full attention. “It would be more accurate to say that I enjoy studying biology, particularly the branch of zoology.” Well, this conversation was certainly… happening. Honestly, you couldn’t tell whether she was legitimately judging you, or merely chaffing you for her own amusement.

“You’ll have to, er, forgive me for being overly broad. Consider it a side effect of my nerves, those themselves being due to our unsavory introduction. In case you don’t recall, you put that sickle of yours into my shoulder,” you reminded, with a sarcastic smile. To your surprise, Bela chuckles at this, almost as if fondly remembering the incident. Seriously, you think, why did my soulmate have to be from this family?

“Staying silent was an option. Perhaps that would have suited you better?” Bela says, now clearly teasing, smile much more genuine than your own. Knowing she had a point, you’re quick to blush, mildly embarrassed.

“Touche. I am curious, however, why you decided to sit next to me in the first place. I certainly wouldn’t have tried starting a conversation if you hadn’t,” you explained.

“Like I said… I enjoy studying zoology,” Bela replies, with a sly grin. It takes you a few moments to understand the intended implications. Once you do, however, you’re giving her a hard stare. Then you scoot your chair a few inches away from her, in exaggerated movements. “Don’t worry, I was only joking. Though you certainly are an interesting human. Much more, hmm, cheeky? Compared to the servants, at least.”

“Somehow I get the feeling that they simply prefer being alive, as opposed to not being as snippy. Except maybe Daphne, now that I think about it. Very sweet, that one,” you muse. “Regardless, I think I’ll return to my book now, for it lacks a tongue, and is therefore less likely to taunt me.” Doing just as you had said, you open the book, holding it a bit higher than what would be comfortable, so that it becomes a ‘shield’ of sorts. Nothing was quite as satisfying as subtle body language.

Accepting your words with a shrug, Bela also resumes reading, turning to a bookmarked page. Roughly an hour of relative quiet passes. Neither of you so much as glance at each other, not even when she drops the pen she had been taking notes with. In the end, you are the one who leaves first, and finally the silence is broken. You give your goodbyes, and Bela returns them politely. Though you do not know it, she sets her book down as soon as you leave, pausing to think about you. Now that things had ‘calmed down’, it was reassuring for her to know that you weren’t always full of spite. Still, you held onto your cleverness (for the most part), leaving her with no doubt about the universe’s decision. You were her sister’s soulmate.

iii.

“It’s official: I’m lost in a creepy castle. The universe hates me. Probably should have realized that sooner, considering how it decided to introduce me to my soulmate,” you mutter, scowling deeply, as you wander unfamiliar halls. How had you even gotten lost? Sure, you had taken a wrong turn, but it hadn’t taken long for you to realize your mistake! Evidently you somehow managed to make another one while backtracking. Now you were standing in the center of the corridor, hands on your hips, desperate for some maiden to come rescue you. What you really didn’t want was Cassandra to find you, because she’d make fun of you for the rest of your life. It’s not like she had specifically joked about you getting lost before. Except that was exactly what had happened.

A few minutes pass uneventfully. There aren’t even any distant sounds of life; no footsteps, nor echoing voices, nor the squeaking of floorboards. All you can hear is your own breathing. As well as the occasional sigh, admittedly. By this point, there’s a part of you that’s starting to panic. After all, there was a chance that the castle was big enough for certain sections to be abandoned. Hopefully that’s not the case, you think, I mean, they’d cut the power to those parts, right? Here’s hoping… With that in mind, you get back to wandering, figuring that you’d have to eventually run into a familiar landmark. Or better yet, someone who actually knew the castle’s layout.

When salvation at last reveals its holy visage, it is not in the form of a lowly servant, rather the muffled voice of none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. Neither her exact words nor who she’s speaking to is clear. At first, you can’t even tell where her voice is coming from, but you quickly approach one closed door, then another, searching for the source. Several doors later you’re certain you’ve found her. By then you can tell that she’s not alone. Not wanting to seem rude by interrupting, you take a few steps back, leaning against the wall to wait. For the most part you still cannot make out what’s being said, but a few words do reach your ears.

“-expected more from you. How am I-” the voice gets cut off, not by Alcina, rather a sudden gust of air, akin to massive wings flapping. When the speaker continues, they are both louder and angrier. “Someone is listening. Have you not taken steps to ensure our privacy?” Then the door is swinging open, revealing your soulmate’s mother. At first she’s practically shaking with rage, but her expression turns to shock when she sees you.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Cassandra?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, clearly stressed, as she steps into the corridor. There’s movement behind her, although you cannot make out any details. Besides, you’re quick to answer her, wishing to avoid her wrath (and that of whoever she was speaking to).

“I’m so sorry, Lady Dimitrescu, I was walking from the dining hall to Cassandra’s studio, and I took a wrong turn. I’ve been wandering for half an hour now. When I heard your voice, I thought perhaps I could, well, enlist your assistance. But you were busy, so I figured I’d wait outside. If I had-...” you pause, gulping, as the other figure steps into view. It’s a face you’re all too familiar with. One that popped up countless times through the village, and again throughout the castle, the owner’s name always spoken with acclaim, with worship. Mother Miranda, in the flesh, wings spreading out behind her, somehow cutting a more impressive silhouette than even Lady Dimitrescu. Instantly you’re falling to your knees, knowing that your sharp tongue was no match for this practical goddess.

“Who is this, Dimitrescu? Why isn’t their blood staining your claws?” Miranda questions, gaze never leaving your trembling form.

“This… this is one of my daughters’ soulmates. They were brought in with the last group of sacrifices,” Lady Dimitrescu explains, uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘Twas a true testament to Miranda’s power, as well as her influence, that she could make someone so powerful seem so weak. Which was exactly why you were shaking with anxiety. But to your surprise, the goddess does not immediately order your execution for your trespass.

“And already they know their place, hmm? Kneeling before me?” Miranda says, a strange smile dancing on her lips. Whatever anger she had been feeling a minute prior had faded, though you couldn’t even begin to guess as to why. Regardless, both Alcina and yourself are quite relieved, though neither of you are quick to show it. “Either they have a good head on their shoulders, or you still take care of some of your duties. Very well, they may live. For now. But I expect next week’s report to be far more favorable. I don’t need to remind you of the price for failing me.” With that said, Mother Miranda turned to leave, a swirling mass of dark feathers flying past you.

A minute passes, maybe two, before either of you feel capable of speaking up.

“Let’s get you back where you belong, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu says, quietly, before placing her hand on your shoulder to guide you. Tension hangs clear and heavy over both of you. Even as you walk down corridor after corridor, the feeling does not ease. At least not until you’re back in familiar territory, near where you had originally made your mistake, finally able to breathe a little. It’s here that Lady Dimitrescu pauses to speak once more. “Tomorrow I will assign one of the servants to give you a tour, in the hopes that this does not happen again. Furthermore, I ask that you forget everything you heard earlier, for it is neither your business… or my daughter’s.” You’re quick to nod, and with that she bids you farewell, leaving you alone. Now, you think, was it left from here, or right?

iv.

“I’m just going for a walk. Why do you care so much? It’s not like it’s any of your business,” Daniela assures you, despite the fact that all you had done was say ‘hello’. If this was her attempt at casting aside suspicion, she had done a terrible job of it. What made her so nervous? Was it even worth investigating? Only one way to find out.

“You’re rather bundled up, planning on being out for long?” You ask, trying to sound casual, leaning against the wall as you did. In response, Daniela pretty much stomps her foot. There’s something odd in her expression, however, that implies your question hit a soft spot. Certainly wasn’t what you had expected. “Don’t mind me, just trying to make conversation with my soulmate’s sister. Speaking of her… have you seen Cassandra? Is she, perhaps, going with you?” A little misdirection never hurt anyone. Probably.

“No!” Daniela replies, fast as a gunshot, too much emphasis to be unintentional. But she realizes her mistake as soon as she’s made it, and makes a clear effort to relax herself. “She’s probably in her studio, doing whatever it is she calls art, on the other end of the house. Besides, I don’t want any company for this walk.” For a moment you merely squint at her, unsure of how to proceed. In the end, you decide that it really is none of your business, being more than satisfied by what teasing you’ve already done.

“Alright, alright. Well then, I’ll leave you be. Just… be careful, yeah? If you get hurt, and your mother finds out that I didn’t stop you from going… not sure Cassandra could save me,” you say, with a shrug. At first Daniela can’t decide whether to be upset or relieved, but she seemingly settles for the latter, giving you a brief nod before heading outside. As the door shut behind her, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had done the right thing.

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White Flag

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly vulnerable Rio, declaration of feelings (sorta?)

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Part 5. Two months without seeing or speaking to Rio has left a significant mark and feelings finally decide to show themselves. Kinda.

A/N: I hope everyone had a good holiday or at least a chill Friday. I come bearing gifts with the next part of our favorite toxic saga. More smut for my lovely readers. But first, some plot. We jump right into it and just like our favorite non-couple, we gloss over a lot of bullshit and get right to the filth. But as a Virgo I love communication so I have to make these two stubborn assholes talk about their issues a little. At least in a vague way. Also, Rio has his read receipts on bc he is a petty king. There’s one more part after this and it's all naughty fun from here. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

A/N dos: I’m thinking about making the next part strictly from Rio’s POV. I feel like it’ll give us a peek into what he’s thinking and a new take on the series thus far. I’m excited to explore that so let me know what you guys think!

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 6 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“So you’re just gonna eye fuck the hot stranger at the bar all night?”

Your friend’s teasing cut through the haze, jolting you back to the dimly lit bar. The music boomed around you while people drank and danced, enjoying the Saturday night out in the same way you and your girlfriends were.

“I was not.” You insisted, though the coy smile you wore said otherwise.

The group of women scoffed and rolled their eyes, seeing right through your faux innocence.

“Besides,” You started, taking a sip of your drink as the song changed into a bass heavy melody. “He’s not even my type.”

“Oh, bullshit!” Kara interjected with a raised brow, shaking her head.

You opened your mouth in surprise, but bit back your response when the other women chimed in.

“She’s right.” Evelyn agreed, throwing her dark hair over one shoulder.

“We knew you in high school and college, remember?” Nikki threw in, pursing her lips knowingly in your direction.

“Okay, so?” You said with a poor attempt at nonchalance.

“You were all over guys like that when we were kids. Paul ended up being the black sheep of the bunch.” Kara reminded you with a laugh, Evelyn and Nikki joining in with their own drunken giggles.

“Yeah, we were convinced you’d marry a felon with tattoos and not a real estate broker who wore khakis.” Nikki quipped, causing another round of laughter and snorts.

“Okay, okay...I get it. So I had a type. I think I’ve grown out of it.” You cut in, sounding as if you were trying to convince them as much as yourself.

“Not if the hottie at the bar has anything to say about it.” Evelyn joked with a wink.

You shook your head as you took another sip of your drink, unwilling to let them see you flustered. Or that they were in fact correct. You definitely still had a thing for bad boys...bad men to be more specific.

The evening had been going smoothly so far. It was a rare girl’s night out. An event that happened only once every five years when kids were shuttled off to babysitters or their fathers, and the women were able to enjoy an adult meal with adult beverages. Schedules between four busy women didn’t often align so when they did, you all jumped at the chance to indulge in the nightlife you’d left behind in your younger years.

You’d been the one to suggest the bar. It was a swanky, sophisticated space with an air of youth. The perfect mix for your outing. You’d been here only one other time.

With Rio.

Thinking of the man made heat pool low in your stomach, despite your lingering frustrations. It’d been two months since that shit show of a night at your house. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since. After that debacle, you blocked his number. As childish as it may have been, you were angry. Still were. And rightfully so. He’d been a complete dick. He’d chosen the most inopportune moment to make adjustments to your arrangement. He’d been careless in his deliverance, harsh even. The entire exchange had you questioning everything. And instead of analyzing the situation and communicating like adults, you’d decided to stop all interactions with him. You’d wanted to send a message. Just as he had with you.

After the argument, you’d been an anxious mess in the days leading up to the next drop. But it was all for nothing because Rio wasn’t there. And neither was the new contact he’d told you about. Instead, Mick was waiting for you and offering up no other information. And it’d been that way for two long months.

In the days since, your mind wandered to Rio often. Your body lingered on his phantom presence constantly. You replayed the conversation you’d had a million times over and each time it made deep fury spill over and mix with the lust still raging like white water rapids through your veins. You missed his touch. Missed his desire for you. Missed the way he made you feel, so supremely sexual and wanton. All things you’d been lacking in your marriage. And now they were suddenly hitting you square in the face and begging you to pay attention. Begging you to not lose the source of your sudden awakening.

You missed the toxicity of your interactions. You were two twisted souls fighting for control over a situation that belonged to neither of you. And in truth, the basis of your relationship with Rio was denial and attraction. It would continue to thrive on that as long as you both refused the obvious.

So maybe, just maybe you’d come to the bar in hopes of seeing him in order to test that theory. It was a slim chance he’d even be here, but you were just buzzed enough that you were willing to roll the dice and find out. Plus, your desire for him felt like an extension of your body at this point. You had to satiate it. Had to feed the raw passion that grew stronger each day without him. It demanded it. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. But your own hand didn’t ignite your body the same way his did, asshole or not.

“I’ll be back.” You called over the music, gesturing to the darkened hallway that predictably led to the bathrooms. Your friends nodded and went back to flirting with the handsome blue-eyed waiter.

You shot a meaningful glance in the direction of the bar. To the “hot stranger”. Whether or not he’d take the hint was on him.

You made it to the single-use bathroom easily. It wasn’t late enough for it to be crowded with the surge of a Saturday night crowd, but the place was still busy. You set your purse down on the sleek surface of the sink counter, admiring the emerald green tiles that paved the walls. The fixtures were brass and gleamed in the light of the vanity bulbs. It was a beautiful space. Carefully crafted for a magazine like Architectural Digest.

Your eyes swept over your reflection in the large mirror that sat over the sink. You made sure not a lash was out of place as you surveyed your appearance. You adjusted the low neckline of your yellow dress, the hue radiating more gold than you’d initially noticed. The silk material felt cool against your heated skin, the slit in the skirt offering some relief. The long sleeves of the garment added a sleekness to the otherwise risqué ensemble. You’d never worn the dress. But tonight seemed as good a time as any to debut it.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made you pause, eyes watching in the mirror for who entered. You wondered if it’d be him. Wondered if he ended up following you like you’d hoped.

Your stomach knotted when Rio stepped in, closing the door and locking it with a resounding click. He was stoic. Shrouded in black and looking every bit as menacing as he truly was. A sight for your sore eyes.

You turned to face him, your chest both tightening and expanding at seeing him in the flesh. He made your heart stutter and your spine tingle, yet irritation slowly seeped into your pores, reminding you of the last interaction you’d had with him. It was a clash of sensations and feelings. It was utter chaos. And it's what you’d been missing.

Silence hung in the air as his gaze roamed your figure, appraising you hungrily. You shivered, careful to hide the gesture from his intense stare. You schooled your features and angled your chin up in confidence that you weren’t entirely sure you felt. But you weren’t going to budge. You were going to make him come to you.

He was leaning up against the door, a barely there smirk adorning his lips. His scent began to eclipse the smell of vanilla soap that permeated the air. Your eyes wanted to roll back at the familiarity of it. It was soothing. A comfort to your deprived senses.

“You miss me, mama?”

That deep rasp made your panties soak immediately. It was a question he’d asked you many times in the past, but you’d never felt it as much as you did now. Because yeah, you did fucking miss him.

You stayed silent.

He chucked at your refusal to answer. “Still mad at me?”

Again you said nothing.

He licked his lips, eyeing yours as he did. “I tried calling.”

“I blocked your number.” You finally responded, voice icy and detached.

“Damn, that’s cold.” He said with an amused shake of his head and a laugh, the sound making your nipples harden in traitorous lust.

“Why? Did you need something?” You questioned coolly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your mounting arousal. Your thighs rubbed together, beginning to slid against each other as your arousal made itself known.

He stepped forward, heading in your direction with intent. You straightened your back, unwilling to let him get the upper hand on you. You knew what was going to happen. Knew where this was headed. So why not use it to your advantage? Why not toy with him for a change? He deserved it. 

You used the added height of your heels and eased yourself onto the countertop, parting your thighs slightly so that your dress fell between them. You leaned back on your hands, the chill of the marble countertop beneath you reminding you so much of that day in your kitchen.

Rio’s steps halted momentarily as he watched you, eyes zeroed in on the juncture between your thighs that was hidden behind the silk. Your pussy practically begged for his attention. Dared him to see your need through the fabric that shielded you.

You were still upset with him. Still displeased with the way he’d chosen to handle the situation and you. But more than anything you wanted him to succumb to you. You wanted to feel that thrill of having him at your mercy. So powerful, yet so fragile in the midst of his bliss. You wanted...no, needed him to wave his white flag first.

“Tell me then,” You began, slowly easing the hem of your dress up as you spoke. “Business or personal?” You questioned, wanting to know if he’d be truthful about why he’d tried to contact you.

He resumed his path towards you with a dangerous lick of his lips, but his gaze never faltered as it took in every new stretch of skin that was revealed. He tried to reach out and touch you, but you raised a heeled foot to his abdomen and stopped him, keeping him at a distance.

“Answer me.” You breathily demanded.

His face registered your words while his eyes took in the stretch of leg that kept him away. You eased the limb back down and waited for him to comply.

He decided to play along.

“Business.”

He continued walking when you didn’t stop him, standing between your legs and trailing his fingertips along the inside of them. His movements shifted your dress up even higher onto your thighs. The sensation would’ve tickled if you weren’t already deliriously turned on.

“Liar.” You accused, already feeling his warmth radiate onto you as he edged closer. His breath mingled with yours, mint and whiskey assaulting your nose.

“So are you.” He retorted, eyes planted firmly on your parted lips. He moved in until you were sure he could do nothing else but touch his mouth to yours. And yet you still weren’t going to meet him.

“So we’re both liars?” You asked, arching a brow up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded and swallowed, the tattoo splashed across his throat pulling your focus. You fell captive to his spell as you got lost in memories of licking and sucking the inked flesh, remembering the way he tasted on your tongue. The recollection caused your legs to widen and your back to arch into him, pushing your chest against his. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly that your pussy clenched around nothing, as if feeling him already deep inside you. It was a silent call to a lover. One he would never hear. But he’d feel it soon enough.

Your clit throbbed against your lace panties, aching to be assaulted by his talented fingers. With him so close you could feel just how badly you needed him inside you. It felt wrong for him not to be. Felt wrong to not have him share a pulse with you when he was this near. You were going to remedy that.

“Well then,” You whispered, leaning forward to hover over his lips. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom.”

His hands glided up your thighs while his nose skimmed along your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he maneuvered himself so that barely a sliver of air was left between you.

“So I won’t.” He lied in return, the words coating you like his cum had done numerous times before.

In an instant your lips were being pulled to his. His hands were suddenly everywhere and all at once, seeking out your flesh in desperation. It pleased you to know just how badly he needed you. How badly he craved you.

He slid you closer to him, letting your lace-covered lower half come into contact with his crotch. Ragged breaths and low hums filtered through the air as your bodies grinded against each other, seeking firm hands. You could feel him pressed against the zipper of his dark pants. He was hard. The notion made you moan into his mouth, scraping your nails over his scalp.

It was just like riding a bike. Except there was an added layer of intensity this time that hadn’t been there before. His touch burned hotter than usual. Your grew cunt wetter with every pass of his tongue along yours. They weren’t new sensations, but they felt different. Indescribable. Perhaps it was the public sex. Perhaps it was the underlying tension. Either way, it was remarkably explosive.

You pulled away from his insistent lips to take in air. He continued on, mouth moving over your neck and across your exposed cleavage. He nipped at the flesh, his lips sensuously soothing the area as he explored. You pushed into him in invitation, widening your legs so that he could press harder into you.

You waited for him to take the next step. Waited for him to escalate the moment into more than just heavy-petting and sloppy kisses. His hands, as if reading your mind, traveled up the skirt of your dress and found the edge of your panties. There was no hesitation or teasing in his movements as he roughly pulled them off, the elastic popping against your skin and making you cry out.

Rio licked at your neck in apology, his own hands now moving to his belt. You shifted closer to the ledge of the counter and followed the trail of heat that led to his pulsing cock. His flesh bumped against you, the feel of him hot and heavy along your soaked slit making you whimper.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he pushed forward and sheathed himself inside of you in one hard thrust. You gasped and tightened your legs around him, your right hand in search of something solid. It landed on the mirror behind you, your palm sticking to its cool surface as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

His facial hair scratched at your skin as he buried himself into your neck. He held your hips steady as he retreated and then plunged back into your welcoming walls, stretching you with a burn that made you hiss. Your pussy massaged his length with fervor, seducing him further inside and begging him to claim you once again.

You reached for anything you could to stabilize yourself as he fucked you into the reflective glass at your back. Moans and groans intertwined as your bodies rocked against each other. The soap dispenser fell into the sink with a loud clatter as you accidentally made contact with it. The stack of towels folded neatly near the faucet became disheveled as your ass knocked them out of place with the momentum from Rio’s cock. The entire vanity shook with each intensely thorough thrust of his hips into your womb. It was animalistic. The very epitome of what bathroom  sex in a bar should be.

No words were said. None were needed. Your actions led the conversation.

You squeezed your inner muscles around him, daring him to surrender before you. He twitched, his hips stuttering at the feel of you so tight and wet around him. He growled into your ear, a sure sign that he loved the gesture a little too much.

So you did it again.

“Stop that shit.” He grunted, hips picking up their pace.

“Cum.” You whispered in response, the demand disguised as a request.

“Fuck…” He groaned when you held him to you and clenched around him once more. You trapped him, giving him no choice but to experience your deliberate enticement. His fingers dug into your thighs almost painfully so, forcing you to wince.

He was close.

You reached between your bodies and massaged your clit, feeling your pussy react immediately. Sporadic tremors vibrated your walls and his cock, making both of you moan. Rio’s palm slammed into the mirror at your back as he rutted his hips harder into yours. He was rough and unforgiving, the aggression heightened by your disobedience. It had never quite been like this. There had always been a touch of softness, a soothing placation or word of encouragement. Not tonight. Not as he fucked you so hard you were sure the mirror was going to crack and rain down luminescent crystals of glass over you both.

You showed no mercy as you forced him to submit to you and your body. The precipice was there. It was within reach. You could feel that tightly wound coil ready to unravel. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Your mind was a prisoner to your pleasure. You thought of nothing but the sweet release that you knew was waiting for you. And it was. It was waiting for you with open arms as Rio finally came, triggering your own climax as he filled you so deliciously full of himself. His entire body tensed within you as he held you firm and painted your shuttering walls.

The familiar sensation only added to your high as your limbs tensed and loosened with each wave of euphoria that washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and catapulted through space as your body struggled to ground itself once again. Rio had gone rigid, letting you ride out your orgasm in peace as you suffocated his cock. His cum was already leaking from your walls before you’d even finished, a trail of him decorating your swollen pussy.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him staring back at you, his lips pulled into a lazy smirk. You mirrored his expression, releasing a breathless chuckle. Your body still hummed in excitement, but this time it was punctuated by the deep satisfaction that radiated from between your thighs.

“You good?” You teased, hands resting on his chest and feeling the rapid beats of his heart beginning to slow.

He laughed, the sound low and tinged with fatigue. “Yeah.”

He licked his lips and took in your disheveled state, gaze catching a glimpse of the lace bra you wore underneath.

“Let me drive you home.” He said suddenly, his arrogance alive and well.

It was on the tip of your tongue to deny him, but you chose not to.

“Sure.”

**********

The car ride was silent.

After your impromptu coupling in the bathroom, you’d made up an excuse about not feeling well to your friends and explained you’d already called an Uber. They were hesitant to let you leave alone, but somehow you’d persuaded them to stay and not follow you. You were sure the alcohol they’d consumed had something to do with it.

With hugs and promises of texts that everyone made it home safe at the end of the night, you departed from the bar with Rio in his Mercedes. He’d been driving for about ten minutes, the air not as tense as it’d once been. He seemed content to let the quiet linger, but you weren’t.

“What happened to the new guy?” You asked, glimpsing his face to gauge his reaction. It was dark in the vehicle, but you could still make out his silhouette amongst the various street lights.

He furrowed his brow and pouted his lips, confusion reading easily across his features.

“What new guy?”

“My new contact. The one I was supposed to have.”

“Didn’t work out. Mick has it handled.” He replied simply, gaze still trained on the road in front of him.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, the dryness in your tone letting him know you didn’t quite believe him.

He wordlessly turned onto your street and came to a stop alongside your driveway, putting the SUV in park. He angled his body to face you, trapping you in his stare.

“It was never about you.”

The question must’ve shown on your face because he continued.

“The switch. It wasn’t about you.”

“Wasn’t very convincing.” You deadpanned, scoffing as you played with the zipper of your clutch.

He didn’t react right away. Instead, he watched you. Watched you in that way that let you know his thoughts were as impure as the counterfeit money he produced.

“You look good in that dress.” He complimented, chin jutting out and gesturing to the fabric that adorned your body.

His praise made warmth bloom in your chest. The kind of warmth that was usually accompanied by butterflies in your stomach.

“Thanks.” You replied evenly, not letting him see just what his words did to you. Though you had a feeling he did, despite not bearing witness to it outright.

“Better without it.” He added with a slide of his wicked tongue across his bottom lip, his teeth following. The action was purposeful. Erotic. Blatant. It was all Rio.

You didn’t respond to his flirting. You only sighed, mirroring his position as you resigned yourself to have an honest conversation with the man.

“So,” You started, forcing your fingers to still. “What is it that you want?”

He eyed you for a long moment. Long enough that you started to feel self-conscious.

“You.”

You nodded, disappointed but not shocked by his reply. The word wasn’t new. Though it was lacking the hollow cockiness that usually accompanied it.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke up before you could.

“In whatever way you’ll let me have you.” He admitted.

The statement caught you off guard. He wasn’t trying to be cute or charming. He wasn’t being placating or condescending. He was being serious, the hardened intensity in his dark orbs softening to a tender resignation that you were sure matched yours.

“What about you? What do you want?” He repeated back to you, eyes narrowing as he waited.

You took a moment to observe him. Your eyes followed the arch of his brows and the sharp jut of his cheekbones. You studied the pout of his lower lip and his Adam's apple as it bobbed with his throat muscles. He was so many things to you. None of which you could put into words. You didn’t think a word had even been invented yet. It didn’t matter. You were both making your own rules. And it seemed, for once, that the both of you were on the same page and playing by the same rules.

“I want you to have me.” You confessed, meeting his gaze.

And there it was. He was resigned to having you in limited capacity. You were resigned to finally letting him have you. Two conclusions coming together at the same moment. You weren’t quite sure what that meant for you both, but it was a start. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the darkened cab, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You didn’t wait for him to react. You turned and opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He didn’t try to stop you. You rounded the front of the car, hearing the driver’s side window slide down.

“So I’ll see you next week?” Rio asked out the open window, chin resting in his hand.

“At the drop?”

He nodded.

You shook your head and laughed, though there was no real humor behind it.

“You wanna tell me again it wasn’t about me?” You challenged, a wide grin decorating your face.

He could deny it. He would probably try. But you knew the truth. And that was enough.

For now.

“Night.” He called, an amused upturn of his lips showing in the light of the full moon.

He turned to the street, starting the car as you walked up your driveway. His eyes followed you the whole way, ensuring you made it in safely.

You heard him drive away once you shut and locked the front door, your lungs releasing a long breath. You pulled out your cell phone and went to your blocked caller list. You selected Rio’s number and unblocked the listing, adrenaline releasing into your bloodstream as you did.

Almost immediately your screen lit up with a text.

Same time and place tomorrow?

You bit your lip, feelings akin to teenage infatuation bubbling to the surface. You hastily typed a response.

See you there.

The message was read immediately. 

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[moonbeamsung]

You’re Just a Boy in a Blueberry Field

No fruit is sweeter than a summer love.

member: haechan

au: blueberry farmer!haechan x gn!reader

word count: 5.0k

genre: fluff, very light angst

warnings: mentions of food

author’s note: It’s here! I actually wrote most of this last summer, but only recently did I find the time to edit and get it ready to be posted. I added some parts and changed a few things, and now I like it quite a lot, so I hope you do as well! Thank you @astroboy-lele​ for beta-reading :) As always I would love to hear any feedback on this, and I hope that you enjoy the fic!

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Donghyuck knows everything there is to know about those blueberries.

Without even pausing for the briefest of moments to think, to instinctively recall the information instilled in him throughout his childhood spent on the farm, he can answer any question that’s thrown at him. He can point out just the right color of berry to pick so that they’ll be ripe when you eat them later. Likewise, he can also tell you which ones are best to eat now, as you pick them, pretending not to notice when you pop one or two into your mouth and grinning when your eyes light up from the sweetness.

A day comes where he, filled with mischief as usual, places a not-so-ripe blueberry into your hand, and you, being so wrapped up in the peacefulness of the morning that surrounds you, fail to notice its red color and don’t think twice about lifting it to your lips, biting into it with your teeth. When the tart taste meets your tongue, your face contorts into an expression that elicits a raucous fit of laughter from him. You’re the first one in the fields that day. When the sun had risen on the horizon, the fleeting touch of color in the sky that dawn left behind still lingering above, he had been there, sitting on the front porch as always to greet customers.

Donghyuck knows every bug that loves to rest on the branches of the blueberry bushes. After spending so much time next to you as you scan them for the pops of vivid blues and purples that are hidden behind jade green leaves, he begins to learn that you are not fond of any bug, no matter how harmless. It’s cute, he thinks, how you inspect every berry that you drop into your basket, fearing that some small creature is lurking on it. If you do find something, he hears a small noise of both surprise and disgust before you fling the perfectly good berry away from you. It also hurts a little, knowing that it’s one less for you to take home.

When more people arrive at the farm after you, he’s forced to leave your side and get them started on their own search for the delicious fruit that’s nestled among the branches of nearly every bush. And if they ask where the best ones are, he specifically points them in the direction of the fields where you aren’t. It isn’t a lie, really, because they’ve had a good harvest everywhere this year.

...Okay, so maybe it’s a little selfish on his part, but who can blame him for wanting you to have some of the most plentiful bushes all to yourself?

Wednesdays are his favorite because it’s always the least crowded of all the mornings they’re open for business, and he can spend more time following you as you make your way down the rows, admiring the focus on your face and the way that you sometimes pause mid-reach, closing your eyes and standing still as the sun peeks through the clouds and casts its warm glow down onto the farm. A gentle sigh tumbles from your lips, darkened by the violet nectar that remains from the countless blueberries that have crossed their usually pink-tinted threshold. You resume your search after a few seconds, catching his eye and returning a smile he didn’t even know was there.

He makes the berries taste a little sweeter when he’s next to you. The purple juice that stains your fingers is a little darker. The sun feels brighter and warmer than ever, its heat shining down onto your skin.

One particular morning, after you finish picking all the blueberries you can carry, you decide to accompany Donghyuck on the porch, sitting beside each other in matching rocking chairs that first belonged to his great-grandparents, the farm’s founders. The familiar sounds of birds chirping and the low mumbling amongst customers meet your ears. You both gaze fondly at the horizon while immersed in casual chatter, all the while tending to several families as they come and go.

Whenever a car turns off of the two-lane, paved road and onto the noisy gravel path leading into a small grassy area that functions as a parking lot, Donghyuck excuses himself from the lively conversation both of you always find yourselves sharing. He stands, brushing his hands off on his faded denim overalls that are only slightly too large for his frame. His hand lifts up the baseball cap he always wears while the other runs through his hair, and your gaze falls on the back of his neck where it rests in longer strands. You always wonder why he keeps it like that since he complains about how hot it makes him feel. The humid summer air is stifling enough as it is, after all. The thought vanishes only moments after it arrives, though, and he flashes a brilliant grin at you over his shoulder as he descends the wooden stairs leading down to the patio.

Today, a happy looking family gets out of a shiny silver minivan. The mother and father with two kids, a boy and a girl, make their way toward the covered patio and Donghyuck bounds down the steps like always, grabbing 4 stacked pails in his calloused hands. You lean forward a little in the creaky old rocking chair, your weight in your toes, ears just barely picking up his conversation with them. He greets the parents warmly, shaking their hands and then he kneels down to be eye-level with the small children. The little boy seems shy as he clasps his fingers in front of him, thumbs twiddling back and forth, while his sister is clearly the opposite. She skips over to the much taller boy, saying hello.

“Do you two like blueberries?” He asks them, one arm resting on his knee and the other extending a pail out in front of him. The young girl nods enthusiastically before she takes the container from his hand and turns around, passing it to her brother as he nods, making eye contact with Donghyuck for the first time. A small smile grows on his face when he’s met with the wider one of the unfamiliar but still welcoming stranger. His sister speaks up again, “Every Friday we get to help Mom make her famous blueberry pie!”

“Is that right?”

“Yep! In the morning we always go to the supermarket and get fresh blueberries,” she explains. Her mother leans down, softly telling her that this week they’re here to pick blueberries instead, fresh from the farm they were grown on.

“Really? So that means we’re not buying them at the store anymore?”

“Well, honey, today we can pick enough blueberries to last us for a whole month’s worth of blueberry pies.”

“And besides,” Donghyuck starts, still kneeling on the ground next to her, his boot leaving an imprint in the dirt underneath it, “it’ll taste even better since you picked them yourselves, don’t you think?” The boy punctuates his question with a wink.

The young boy steps up for the first time, grin stretching even wider as he finds the courage to happily agree with the wise words. Exclaiming eagerly and in a way that only a child can, he takes his sister by the hand that’s not holding his small bucket before scurrying off, their parents close behind after grabbing pails for each other as well as a third that their daughter had forgotten in the midst of the excitement.

As Donghyuck joins you on the porch once again, you can’t help but smile as you remember how he interacts with each and every customer that passes through the weathered fence surrounding the property. When he talks to kids in particular, his eyes seem to light up, and you see just how much of a kid he still is deep down. His playfulness never fails to make an appearance whenever you spend time with him.

You’re thankful for the moo of a cow in the distance that interrupts his question of why you’re smiling like an idiot and hopefully drowns out the steady sound of your pounding heart.

The next week he tells you that the rest of his family is out of town, and he’s been left with the responsibility of running the farm all on his own. He usually does most of the work himself these days anyway since he’s getting older and more mature, although some of his jokes say otherwise. You miss the way his mom would poke her head out of the upstairs window of the main house, calling out a greeting to you both from across the property, overjoyed at the sight of her son spending time with the particular customer he’s mentioned so many times before. Whether he would share an amusing anecdote of yours with his siblings at the dinner table or point out something that reminded him of you, it was far too easy for her to figure out how he feels about you.

In an effort to spend more time with him, keep him company and just help out in general, you offer to stay at the house with him for a little while. Or at least until his family gets back from their trip, and to your delight, he agrees. You arrive in the late evening, on a day when the fields are closed, just in time to catch the setting sun as it disappears behind the trees and power lines that seem to stretch for miles in the distance. Tugging an overnight bag of belongings with you, you knock twice on the wood of his front door.

It opens swiftly and Donghyuck welcomes you inside, wearing an apron that he must have outgrown 10 years ago, at least. You snicker at the snug choice of attire and he shoves your shoulder, though not with enough force to make you stumble. He whines a little in that saccharine-sweet voice of his that makes your heart clench, but you don’t give in. Not this time.

When the farm is closed for the day, the family has a chance to pick from some of the bushes that are planted in a more secluded area, all to ensure that they also have a big enough supply of the fruit to last them for the season. So Donghyuck had woken up at the crack of dawn, although you aren’t sure why. He had made his way downstairs and out into the dewy air of the morning, gathering just enough blueberries to bake a cobbler that night when you came over, since he’d learned it was your favorite treat after hours of conversation about anything and everything. The recipe comes straight from his great-grandfather, he informs you, and it’s written on a yellowing piece of paper in handwriting that you couldn’t read even if you tried. He, however, can somehow decode the seemingly nonsensical swirls and lines on the page. You suppose it’s part of the magic of the family recipe that gets passed down with it.

Donning an apron yourself, you join him at the sink as you begin washing the berries, gently grabbing a handful at a time as you let the tap water clean them. When you both reach into the large container at the same time, your hands brush and you almost scoff at the swell of your heart that you feel inside your chest.

As you’re working together to make the batter that you will soon pour into his mother’s finest glass baking pan, Donghyuck briskly swipes his fingertip on the side of the bowl where the mixer had splattered the combined ingredients, extending it in your direction. You raise an eyebrow at the boy and said fingertip before turning your head away.

“If you really think that I would lick that off your finger, then you’re terribly mistaken.”

Coyly, the mischief-maker in question retorts back as you glance at his impishly delighted expression. “Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” you state rather firmly, but matching the mirth in his eyes with a glimmer of amusement in your own. “I’ll settle for the spatula, thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, your answer completely expected. At least he tried. 

You won’t deny that you enjoy sampling a bit of the batter of a dessert as much as anyone. But not that much.

Left with no choice, he takes himself up on his own offer and sticks his finger into his mouth with an audible ‘pop,’ exaggerating the action just to get a rise out of you, feeling the upward curl of his lips when you react ever so slightly with a silent chuckle.

You’re adding the last bit of flour to the mixture when you accidentally get some of the powdery substance on your hand in the process. Turning the automatic mixer off, you momentarily forget about your stained skin and you make the mistake of wiping your face with the back of your wrist, smearing the white stuff on your cheek. Donghyuck notices, of course, and an innocent attempt to help clean up the mess only ends with the two of you blushing like crazy.

“Let me help you,” he speaks up.

“Don’t be ridiculous, the pan’s not that heavy, and even if it was, I’m strong enough anyway—”

You’re about to pick up the glassware but his sudden strides over to you from across the large kitchen cause everything you were saying, doing, and thinking to come to a complete stop. You’ve never really had a problem with personal space before, but right now he’s leaning down and his face is so close that you’re afraid to even breathe for fear that the action might just throw you off balance and towards him. For fear that you might not push his chest away with your hands if that happens.

He’s bending his knees to match your eye level and his hand lifts from its place at his side, hovering in midair not far from where the flour still lingers on your skin. His eyes had been so focused on the stain but the shrinking proximity between you and him pulls his gaze from your cheek to your eyes, blown wide and confused because you still have no idea that there’s something on your face.

The undoubtedly palpable tension in the room almost reaches down his throat and pulls the words from his vocal chords in an effort to dispel the heavy air circulating around the both of you.

“There’s… uh… you have flour…”

Donghyuck still hasn’t broken the less than comfortable eye contact, but he’s unable to look away for reasons unknown to him. After an agonizing amount of seconds your brain switches on again, albeit slowly, and you’re able to properly process the position you’re currently in. Your own hand starts to lift and though the movement is slight, it’s enough to draw his eyes down to it and he finds the strength to complete his goal at last.

His thumb swipes across your cheek and without even thinking he pops it into his mouth once again, forgetting about the unpleasant taste of flour. The way that the boy’s face scrunches up when the bitter powder meets his tongue doesn’t eliminate the awkwardness completely, but it’s a start. You hastily make an effort to avert your gaze as you frantically wonder if he caught your face that’s surely as warm as a blazing fireplace, all because he did the unthinkable with that stupid finger of his.

You won’t let yourself dwell on how his hand is just the right size to cradle the side of your head, or how much nicer his lips look up close, or how they must taste like the blueberries that he snuck into his mouth as you made the cobbler, or how you wished he had used his lips on your cheek instead of his thumb.

How you wish he had closed the almost nonexistent distance between your flushed faces.

These thoughts do nothing to ease the steadily growing heat that’s currently taking over your skin. Your eyes land on the glass pan and you take the opportunity to grab it, acting as a sort of distraction for your mind and also as something to snap you both out of your embarrassed hazes.

You get the finished dessert into the oven with no trouble after that, and now you have a little over half an hour of time to kill before it’s ready, so Donghyuck leads you into the nicely furnished family room and plops down onto the plush couch. When you don’t immediately follow he glances up at you, sensing that you’re still hesitant after the awkward moment. He smiles softly and almost apologetically, as if he’s sending a silent signal that you’ll both move past it soon enough, an invitation to put the incident behind the two of you. And you accept it.

You take a deep breath before you sit down next to him, sinking into the cushions underneath and behind you. The material dips slightly under the weight of both your bodies and gravity itself seems to be in control as it pushes you together, shoulders bumping and the sides of your legs being pressed up against each other. Thankfully, the television roars to life with the laughter of a live audience on one of your favorite shows, and you exhale a puff of air you didn’t even know you were holding in. With every scene that lights up the large display, you curl up further and further into his side, his arm migrating across the back of the sofa and winding around your shoulder only a few centimeters at a time.

This feels like home. Donghyuck feels like home.

The buzzer of the oven interrupts when you’re halfway through another episode, prompting you to jump to your feet just as abruptly as the alarm-like noise had started blaring. Consequently his arm flops down by his side as he mentally curses the loud intrusion into what had become a comfortable atmosphere, an atmosphere that was finally surrounding you again after what felt like an eternity but had really only been an hour.

In no time, you’re returning from the kitchen, the warm blueberry contents of the cobbler oozing out onto the flowery pair of plates you had grabbed from the cupboard. Handing one to him and setting the other aside for yourself, you quickly go back around the corner to grab two tall cups of cold milk. Your second time joining him on the couch comes more easily, almost all of the earlier tension having dispersed into the room, wafting out the windows along with the delicious scent of the fruit baked into the sweet, flaky crust. In fact, you’re fairly sure that it’s strong enough for even his neighbors down the road to smell. Which reminds you: you need to package some up to deliver to them tomorrow, per Donghyuck’s suggestion.

You’re most definitely sure that he smells the aroma, of course, because it’s hard to ignore the eagerness with which he takes a large bite of the dessert. “We make better bakers that I thought we would,” the boy comments, taking a sip of milk. The white mustache that it creates above his top lip when he lifts the glass to his mouth is enough to make you giggle, and you’re unaware that this predictable reaction was his objective all along. He grins, rather satisfied.

With your stomach now full, a head-plaguing drowsiness begins to set in. It slowly fills your senses enough for you to drift off, fork nearly falling out of your hand and onto the floor before he catches it, along with your weight when you slump down against his shoulder. Donghyuck is barely able to reach one of the end tables, and he sets the dishes and silverware down next to the now empty cups. Your body unconsciously clings to his like a koala to a branch, with both hands clutching one of his arms and a leg hooked over his thighs.

He takes one look at you and wishes he could pause time, to stay here forever. It’s not every day that he meets someone who can easily match the amount of snark he possesses. Simultaneously, you also balance out the friendship you share with your compassion and sense of wonder about the world, always evident in your morning routine when you come to the fields. Donghyuck has noticed that you bring out those same qualities in him, perhaps more than anyone else ever has. And just like you’re holding him right now, he vows to hold on to you.

As much as he doesn’t want to get up and for the evening to progress, he knows he should, that it has to. So he manages to detach from the hold of your limbs, gently pushing himself up and off of the couch so he doesn’t disturb you.

Glancing at the large antique clock above the doorway that leads out into the hall, Donghyuck realizes it’s much later than he thought. He decides to turn in for the night, but on a regular day he usually finds himself still awake well past midnight, despite the need to wake up early the next morning and run the farm from the crack of dawn.

Since you’re tired and he doesn’t want to risk you waking up alone in an unfamiliar bed and place, he comes to the conclusion that he’ll join you. Only leaving your side for a moment, he puts the cobbler into the refrigerator and turns off the kitchen lights behind him as he goes. Softly padding halfway up the stairwell, Donghyuck makes sure there’s enough light for him to see where he’s going before making his way back into the living room one last time. He tucks one arm underneath both of your bent knees as tenderly as he can, and places the other behind the middle of your back, hand gently curling against your waist. He carries you with probably the most delicacy he’s shown in his entire life.

Going upstairs is generally an easy task, but doing so while carrying another person is a different story. He would never forgive himself if he were to hurt you in any way. If even your foot happened to bump the wall next to you, a burst of frustration at himself and his own carelessness would surface regardless of the impact’s intensity

Your position in his arms gives him yet another opportunity to gaze upon your peaceful expression, and he begins to think more deeply about what you are to him. Looking forward to your visits makes his work so much more enjoyable and worth it. You’re someone who truly appreciates what he and his family do for a living and you faithfully support them with your business as a customer whenever you can, which is a rare thing to find in most people that come. Most are just bored and in need of something to occupy themselves or their kids. Sometimes they don’t even pick that many berries. But you always make sure to bring your own basket, which holds just as many as if not more than the ones the farm provides, and fill it to the brim. In his eyes, you’re special.

Amidst the mostly-asleep state that you’re in, your eyes just barely open far enough to see a blurry picture of Donghyuck’s face as he carries you through the house and up into the bedroom he had suggested you share. He sets you down onto the soft mattress before pulling the covers up to your stomach, retreating into the attached bathroom to quickly change into a thin t-shirt and his favorite pair of plaid pajama pants.

The memory of that conversation floods back to you. Initially, you refused the offer, saying that he would rest better if he had more space to move around. But being the clingy person he is, he had pouted desperately as you struggled to stand your ground in the discussion. “Fine,” you had huffed, only half-frustrated with those doe eyes he always uses to get his way, and your lips had great difficulty holding back a smile.

The hum of electricity that can be heard emanating from the next room snaps you out of these thoughts, and is enough to wake you up a bit more. Your gaze scans the surroundings for a minute or two before he opens the door again, his eyes now looking as heavy as your own.

Donghyuck joins you under the blanket and shifts to lay on his side, facing you. It’s funny that you’re both able to adjust to a situation so intimate and new almost instantly. Still on your back, your head turns and you’re conscious enough to raise an eyebrow at the boy. There’s that pout again.

“Please?” He mumbles, his bottom lip jutting out in an action he’s perfected. You know exactly what he’s after: cuddles.

You don’t even try to hide the playful roll of your eyes as you scoot a little closer, but it’s not close enough for him. He gets impatient, meeting you halfway, and this time it’s him that flings a leg over yours. An endearing, small noise of contentment from him fills your ears as you take notice of his arms, now interlocked behind your neck and around your shoulders. You melt into the snug position, a hand landing on his forearm that’s laying across your chest. Turning ever so slightly to the side, your other hand winds around his middle and eventually rests just above his hip, pulling him into you even more. Donghyuck nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, a few strands of your hair tickling his skin as he sighs in complete and utter bliss.

Determined to savor the moment until the irresistible inevitability of slumber starts to overtake you once more, you fight to stay awake with all of your might. But in what you thought was only the blink of an eye, the glittering stars visible through the bay window’s sheer drapes morph into the pale golden rays of first light. There’s a soft murmur of your name along with an unintentional, almost imperceptible peck to the place where his lips meet your skin, and you’re wide awake. Not to mention a little shocked.

He’s utterly unfazed, though, slowly waking up now that the sun has gotten brighter, its beams filtering into the room and hitting his already glowing face that becomes a gorgeous honey-colored hue.

Donghyuck reluctantly withdraws his arms from your form after one last embrace, effortlessly rising from the wrinkled bed sheets and offering his hand to you when you start to do the same. A sleepy smile makes a home on his features and he reminds you of your task to deliver a portion of the dessert you made to his next-door neighbors.

That’s exactly what you do, first making yourselves presentable in the bathroom by smoothing down wild bed hair and freshening up your faces with cool water. Being around to see each other’s natural morning states is a major act of trust, and he doesn’t miss an opportunity to poke fun at you for it.

“How long does it normally take for you to do your hair every day before you come here?” His tone is dripping with feigned innocence, but the sly grin on his lips says otherwise.

“Shut up, Hyuck.”

Tupperware container in hand, your shoes step in rhythm with his as you amble along the grassy shoulder of the street together. Somehow you end up hand-in-hand by the time you reach his neighbors’ front patio.

“Donghyuck!” The elderly woman at the door greets him with a twinkling voice, her husband coming into view soon after. “Look who it is, honey,” she motions fondly to the boy who they both once knew to be much shorter and younger, but now is all grown up before their eyes. “You’re getting so tall. It seems like only yesterday you were scurrying through the blueberry fields and waving to us through the gaps in the fence.”

“Yes ma’am, it does,” he responds politely. The couple has been living there for as far back as he can remember, and quite honestly they feel as if they’ve become part of his family, too.

Her warm brown eyes light up. “Is this the customer your mother was telling me about last week? She mentioned how close you’ve become, and now I’m finally seeing it for myself. You make a lovely pair.”

“Oh—” Donghyuck startles. Not much can get him flustered, but he hadn’t exactly been anticipating for his mom to recount all the things he’s said about you to the sweetest and most innocent of elderly couples. Of course they would assume that there’s something going on.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, with you. He wouldn’t mind at all, really. He’ll just need to have a word about a little thing called privacy with his mother later.

You see the glint of panic in his eyes and speak up. It’s not often he makes such an easy target for teasing. “Thank you,” you state graciously, the smugness in the statement only noticeable to him. “We’re very happy together.” He feels you lean into him, fingers unwrapping from his and gripping the other side of his waist. You know exactly what you’re doing, and so does he.

Almost forgetting to hand over the slices of cobbler you’d cut earlier, Donghyuck nudges you to do so, and the four of you exchange thanks and farewells before you’re on your way back to the farm.

“Happy together, huh?”

“Shut up, Hyuck.” You mumble something else afterwards that he doesn’t quite catch.

“What’s that? Didn’t hear you,” he sings, stopping in his tracks. You do the same. “Shut up and what?”

“...And kiss me.”

After many days and many nights spent wondering, you can confirm that his lips do, indeed, taste as sweet as the blueberries in those fields.

[i-need-entertainment]

Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN  S E R I O U S L Y  it is just for      f u n  I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji: 

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki: 

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time. 

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori: 

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you. 

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke: 

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child. 

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro: 

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school. 

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls. 

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days. 

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store. 

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru: 

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime: 

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys. 

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

 This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?” 

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji: 

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed. 

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him.. 

Daishou Suguru: 

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates. 

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma: 

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?” 

He avoided eye contact. 

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”