#I should play... maybe now that I'm not in a trip... *cries*

[7000f1]

https://www.tumblr.com/douyinvids/746315267642114048/its-a-casual-edit-anyway-so-just-watch-it?source=share

what da hell this is so cool

ayoooo that's so cool!!

now i want to actually do edits of my acc www

[sweetracha]

Dumb Bunny

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!), Sugary Sweet (Some Fluff)

Allergy Warning: Mommy Dom Felix, Miss Dom Han, Sub Reader, Edging (Han), Overstim (Felix), Humiliation, Messy Sex, Oral, Heavily Implied Sub-Space, Degradation, Praise, Dumbification, Illusions to Aftercare.

Confectioner's Note: I got so carried away with this one. It was meant to be a short Kinky Sprinkles. Thank you @kaciidubs for the idea!

You didn't mean to disobey. Okay well, you did but you didn't mean to get caught. The boys were out celebrating after the VMA's, and at this point, they should be halfway gone from sober at their third party of the night. You were still a secret, a little gift Han and Felix kept greedily for themselves. A situation you were more than okay with.

They just looked so good. Their carpet outfits, their presence when accepting the award, their performance…god damn their performance. You couldn't help the wet patch that grew in your panties. Good thing Felix always came prepared. You quickly riffled through his luggage to find your rabbit vibe. Clothes were discarded all over the floor on your trip back to the bed. Once the head came to life and the weight sat heavily on your clit, you were gone.

So gone in fact that you didn't hear the door to the room open. You didn't hear the small gasps and tsks of disappointment. Nor did you hear the footsteps leading to you. What broke you out from your bliss was two sets of hands staking a claim on your thighs as you felt both sides of the bed dip.

"Poor poor bunny…" Felix faked a sigh. You attempted to force your legs shut but their strength combined spread you open even further. "We are just terrible doms aren't we Han?"

"The worst! Oh, baby, you don't deserve to be treated like this. Maybe we should leave."

"NO! No…you are the best, please!"

"Oh?" Han acted as if his curiosity was peaked. "What would ever possess our good girl to act so naughty if it wasn't that we were bad at our jobs? It couldn't be that she decided to act like a slut tonight instead, hmm?"

"We even skipped the after-parties to come celebrate with you, bunny. We knew we had a good girl waiting for us." Felix came in close to your ear and dropped his voice scarily low. "Right, baby? You wouldn't happen to not be our good girl. Would you?"

"I'm sorry!" you cracked and the boys looked shocked at one another, obviously still a part of the game they were playing. "I was so horny without you! I kept watching your performance and and and I COULDN'T HELP IT" you cried out.

"Oh poor bunny, Mommy is so sorry. You seem so desperate right now. Of course, your dumb little horny brain couldn't handle more than a day without our cocks. We should have known. Just our slutty little bunny." Felix took a hand to caress your face, he smirked as he saw the glass form over your eyes. So close, they were so so close.

"But that doesn't mean you can go unpunished, baby. You know our rules and you still decide to break them. You might be able to trick Mommy with that 'dumb bunny' act, but Miss knows better. Baby, you deliberately chose to be naughty. Don't lie, honey, I already know." Han's hand cupped the other side of your face, thumbing your lips. That was the final move. When the thumb slipped past your lips and you began to suck, they saw you were exactly where they wanted you.

Han and Felix took their parts like perfectly trained actors. Felix was your mommy, sweet and kind laced with humiliation. Han was Miss, the dom that lived to see you crumble and take you to your breaking point.

Positioned flat on his back, Han shot Felix a knowing look. Felix quickly took you by your bare waist and placed you right above Han's face. But this part was new. Instead of facing the headboard so Han could eat you out like you were his last meal, you were turned to face outwards. Meeting eyes with Felix who was straddling the other dom's thighs.

"Confused bunny? You are so lost in that empty head of yours. Lower yourself on his tongue, Miss is going to make you feel so good."

You were not going to break any more orders tonight. It all made sense as you lowered yourself, your soaked clit meeting his fat tongue. Doubling over in pleasure and crying out, Felix had to reposition you. Before you could stable yourself Han got to work.

You threw your head back in a whaling cry as he played with your puffy cunt. The rapper knew he had a way with his tongue. Messy sex didn't even begin to explain what Han liked. He wanted slick, split, and cum. He needed it wet and sticky, you were capable of giving it to him.

The room around you began to blur, eyes crossing from pleasure. One tap to Han's thigh form Felix made him lift your hips quickly off his face. Instantly tears threatened to spill. You let out a groan of desperation which was met with a sharp smack to your ass.

"Oh Baby" Han caught his breath. "You think Miss would let you off that easily? No. This is a punishment for being such a slutty little thing. Now back down." A double tap to the reddening spot followed his command.

This repeated 3 more times, each soaking your face in more and more tears. The bed was drenched under you. Squelching became the dominant sound in the room. Nonsensical pleas left you. A sweet hand was placed on the back of your head, glassy eyes met dark ones. Felix leaned in just close enough to kiss. He might let you finally tip over the edge. Right before your lips met, he shoved your head down. Now hovering over Han's angry cock, Felix's hand brought it to your lips.

"Suck his cock, bunny. Make miss cum and he will let you finish. That is easy enough for you to understand, right baby?"

You didn't respond, not even a nod. You just slotted his cock in your mouth and began to suck. Han took advantage of this new angle. Rough hands spread your ass apart as he sunk his tongue in even deeper. His new hold on you allowed for more access to all the spots that drove you over the edge. It was clear he was following your actions. Suck fast? Lick faster. Deep Throat? Deeper fingers. With this information, you quickly brought both of you to the edge. Using your last trick, you took Han all the way to the base and gagged. He went crazy when he felt your thick saliva drip down his cock. Han filled your throat with cum as he pushed hard on that spot deep inside of you. You blacked out before you even heard your own moan.

A gentle tap to your face brought you back to reality. Soft shushing met your subtle cries. Soon you were lifted into a pair of arms and brought to a bare chest. The skin on your skin grounded you.

"Color Bunny?" Han's voice was so gentle like he worried it would break you.

"Green" it came out rough due to the abuse on your vocal cords. "Let Mommy please you, Bunny. Then we will take care of our subby baby." Han tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You were moved so your head was cradled between Han's thick thighs, back flush to the sheets. Felix lifted your legs to pin your knees to your chest. You didn't have to worry about staying in place, Han's job was to hold you there.

It was easy for Felix to enter your soaking cunt, Han made sure you were more than wet enough. It only took 3 strokes before you were ready to cum again.

"Bunny, you are so sensitive. Oh my god-- fuck bunny, you are squeezing me so hard. Cum baby, do it. Cum for Mommy" and cum you did.

You couldn't even come down from your high before Felix was building you up again. Each time you came, Felix sunk his thrusts in deeper. Han edges, Felix overstims. A hand crept up to your throat, halting.

"Mommy is making you feel so good, isn't he baby?" Han whispered in your ear.

"Mhm y-ye- mhmm"

"Shhh Bunny, you don't need to answer. Miss was so mean, wasn't he? Awh poor baby, he made such a mess of you."

"Oh she loves it, don't you baby' The hand previously on your throat spread across your face, hooking three fingers in your mouth. Han pulled open your jaw so spit pooled and ran down your face. The sounds of your moans leaving your open mouth made Han hard all over again.

"One more for me baby, Just one more for Mommy, I know you can." You nodded as best you could. "Good girl bunny"

Felix gave it everything he got. Shoving your knees further into your chest, he spread you painfully open as he took his new position. He pistoned in and out like a machine perfectly programmed for you. You shook so hard Han's grip was going to bruise in the morning. You came with a scream as a low groan indicated Felix was emptying into you.

"Fuck bunny..fuck" Felix wore a drunken smile.

"Here baby, let me help you" Han slowly unfolded you like a piece of tissue paper. He felt a bit bad when he heard your joints pop.

"Where's Mommy?" your slurry speech made Han smile, pulling you closer to his chest.

"I'm right here bunny, is Miss comfy?"

"Mhmmm" The two shared a look of absolute love.

"How far gone is she?" Felix whispered to Han as he lifted you.

"Pretty far, the bath will help. I'm okay with an extra snuggly bunny though." He brushed your spit-dried hair back.

"Our little Bunny" Felix kissed your nose, whisking you off to the bathtub.

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha, @xx3rachaslutxx, @j-onedrabbles, @lixiesweetbrownie, @marrivmel,@lyramundana, @raaaaaaahhhh

[wol-fica]

Brom. I just had the perfect idea for a oneshot but idk how to write it so I'm gonna ask you 💪

Ok, so Jenna x gp reader where she recorded us having sex one time and she was showing someone some pictures on her phone and she accidentally scrolled to that video 😭

gotchu bby @deep-fried-egg (ik this is old don’t remind me)

“And that is when Aliyah slipped face first into mud.” Jenna chuckled, showing the photo to her older sister.

“Damn I wish I could’ve gone hiking with you two, looks like you had a lot of fun.” Mya said, smiling at the photos her younger sister kept showing her.

“We would’ve been so chaotic.” Jenna replied, her mind wandering back to when she went on that trip with her younger sister.

While lost in thought, she completely forgot she was scrolling for more photos and accidentally stopped a few seconds too long on a video no one should have ever seen.

Jenna wasn’t one for watching porn or anything of the sort, but she won’t lie saying she doesn’t get horny missing you when she is across the country. So, she sat down with you and asked if she could take a few videos to keep her awake and alive whenever she is filming far away from home.

This was one of those videos, what you liked to label as a sex tape. Jenna were on her back, her hands handcuffed to the headboard behind her. With her arms up, her chest was on full display, breasts bouncing beautifully to each thrust from your hips. Farther down on the screen, her legs were spread wide open with you in between, your cock buried in her soft heat while you fucked her and stretched her thoroughly.

Jenna remembered that time like it was yesterday, because it was. After her day trip with Aliyah, she was exceedingly desperate for you, hence why she came home and asked you to film another video for her folder labeled away-from-home-collection. She remembered how you handled her, rough and straight to the chase when she politely asked you to rail her.

The video played for only 3 seconds, but that was enough for one to see the way your cock slid back and forth easily through Jenna’s cunt. How her abdomen muscles tensed when she came, and how your dick got covered with a new layer of her cum. One could also see how Jenna was being practically manhandled, her wrists cuffed, her legs forced open by you while you pounded into her. What a sight to see.

“Oh my god!” Jenna almost yelled, pressing her phone to her chest.

Mya looked aghast, eyes wide with disbelief while her stare followed the phone. The audio was still playing from the video, Jenna’s moans filling the now quiet kitchen. Jenna quickly shut her phone off, staring straight ahead in pure embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, clutching her phone like it was a bomb.

Silence.

Then a wolf whistle from her right.

Jenna snapped her head to her younger sister, gawking when she saw how she was laughing.

“Oooo Wee! I didn’t know you and Y/N filmed porn!” Aliyah yelled, cackling while clutching her stomach, “Is that your new genre? Can’t get enough of horror?”

“Aliyah.” Jenna said through her teeth, face flushed red.

“Maybe she had to take a step up from X.” Mya said from her left, causing Jenna to now look at her with the same gawked expression.

“Who’s the church mouse turned bad girl now?” Aliyah joked, laughing and slapping her knee at the reference.

“Good one Ali.” Mya quipped, sipping her drink daintily, “You already know Jenna has more of those vidoes.”

“Guys!” Jenna cried out, letting her head fall into her hands, “This is so embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about ReeRee.” Aliyah said, wiping tears from her eyes, “I’m sure Y/N is great in bed anyways.”

“You should’ve seen how big she is. Jenna is lucky.” Mya mumbled loudly enough for both girls to hear.

“Mya!” Jenna shouted, throwing her hands up in exasperation, “Cmon!”

“Don’t get mad at us, you pulled up the video.” The oldest sister said, smiling behind her wine glass.

“Bet it was in the away-from-home folder.” Aliyah snorted, giggling like a school girl.

Jenna groaned into her hands, a small smile on her face from her sisters laughter filling the room.

“I’m never going to show you anything on my phone again.” She said, stuffing it safely into her pocket.

What a story it will be to tell you when she gets home.

———————

[thoseboysinblue]

I Kissed Someone New Last Night

Christian Pulisic x reader

You visit your best friend, Christian, in Milan after a break up.

Word count: 4150+

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of weight loss, mentions of death of parents

Song Inspo: Kelsea Ballerini's Penthouse (Healed Version)

Requested: No

"Come to Milan" he pleads with you through the phone, "I'm worried about you, y/n."

"Christian, you know I can't do that," you frown at him.

"Please," he says quietly, "you've lost too much weight, you're not taking care of yourself, and no offense but you kind of look like shit," he tries to lighten the mood just a bit.

The truth is, there is nothing stopping you from hopping on the next flight to see your best friend and both of you know it. You broke off your engagement a few months ago, after finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. You also recently quit your job because no matter how hard you tried you always were bumping into him and you desperately needed a fresh start.

You had considered moving to Florida to be closer to Christian's family, the only real support system you had left. And even though he was far away, Christian never failed to be there for you through every heartbreak you had endured in your short life.

The night your mom died when the two of you were in high school, he dropped everything to be by your side, staying with you through all of it, holding you when you cried, staying strong for you when you completely fell apart.

He flew home as soon as he heard the news of your father's passing a few years later, and again, he was your rock. As everything in your life seemed to crash down, he was the constant, steady presence.

His family had welcomed you with open arms, including you in their holidays, family vacations, and trips to visit Christian and watch him play. They always made sure you felt like you had a place to call home. In recent years, you had opted to go to Christian for holidays so that he wouldn't have to spend them alone, the two of you setting about creating your own traditions. That was until your ex came along and you felt like you should spend holidays with him, but it broke your heart knowing Christian was spending them alone again.

Christian never really liked your ex, he couldn't put his finger on exactly why, but something about him made his guard go up. And it broke his heart when he found out he was right all along, maybe if he had said something he could have spared you the heartbreak, but you seemed happy and he wasn't going to interfere if that was truly the case.

"Come see me, I'll take care of you, I'll feed you pasta and let you get drunk on Italian wine. We can see the city together, I haven't gotten to do much exploring yet. It will be good for you to get away, take a break, get some fresh air, come on y/n, please?" he continues to plead with you.

"Ok" you whisper and you see his face light up, immediately grabbing his laptop and searching for flights before you have a chance to change your mind.

"How soon can you leave, looks like I can get you on a flight tonight, or tomorrow," he grins into the phone.

"Christian, you don't have to do that, I'll book something," you roll your eyes at him. He never failed to be generous and take care of you, whatever you needed, you didn't even have to ask most of the time.

"Nope. Not happening. Tonight or tomorrow, y/n? You better give me an answer or I'm closing h my eyes and clicking on whatever I land on," he chuckles.

"Fuck it, tonight," you grin at him, the first genuine smile he's seen from you in as long as he can remember.

You have to admit that the thought of landing in Italy tomorrow morning to spend however long you wanted with Christian makes you a little dizzy.

"Ok, pack your bags sweetheart, I'm sending you your boarding pass now," he smiles at you, "fuck I'm so excited to see you, it's been ages since we've gotten to spend time together."

"Christian, I just saw you this summer in Florida," you chuckle at him.

"Yeah, but that was less than 24 hours and you had the dickhead with you so it doesn't really count," he huffs at you.

"Christian this boarding pass says seat 4C, you did not just book me a first class ticket did you, you jackass."

"I sure did, because I can, and because I wanted to, and because there wasn't much left on the flight anyways. Now, get off the phone and start packing. Call me when you leave for the airport. Love you, y/n."

"Love you too, Chris." you shake your head at him before you hang up.

A few hours later, you have taken care of anything that might need your attention in the next few weeks since you were unsure of exactly when you would be back. You had packed and showered, and were set to leave for the airport. Making one final check that you had everything you needed, you call Christian, who answers sleepily, "I'm headed to the airport," you smile, even though he can't see you. "Ok, I'll see you in the morning," he says through a yawn, "safe travels."

"Thank you for this" you whisper but you can hear him snoring through the phone so you quietly end the call, after whispering another "love you."

You phone dings when you turn it off of airplane mode and you look down to see a message from Christian.

Christian: ciao bella 🤌🏻 there will be a car waiting for you to take you to my apartment. I'll be in training when you land, but should be home when you get there. Can't wait to see you 🫶🏻 Love you.

Y/N: oh god, am I going to be subjected to your attempts at learning Italian?

Y/N: thank you for the flight and arranging the car. I'll meet you at home. I can't wait to see you either. Love you, Chris 🫶🏻

Christian: do not insult my Italian, y/n. On my way home now, see you there 😍

When you arrive, he is waiting outside for you, pulling you into a warm embrace. It feels like he might crush you, but being in his arms heals your soul just a tiny bit.

"You've bulked up," you chuckle, your head resting against his chest. "You're skin and bones" he whispers leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

"Come on" he says retrieving your bags from the car and thanking the driver, waving off your attempts to help carry your things.

He leads you inside his new apartment, sitting your bags just inside the door before intertwining his fingers with yours, "let me show you around," he smiles at you adoringly.

He leads you from room to room, letting you know his plans for each of the ones that aren't quiet fully furnished yet. He grabs your bags as you follow him up the stairs opening the door to what you presume is his bedroom.

"Christian, this is gorgeous," you say taking in the room, the view out of his window to die for.

"It is," he smiles, never taking his eyes off of you.

You and Christian always share a bed when you are together so you aren't sure why it makes you slightly nervous to think about staying with him now, but it does. Your stomach flips as he moves your bag into the walk in closet, sitting your toiletry bag on the bathroom counter.

"Are you tired?" he whispers tucking a loose strand of hair around your ear and settling his hand on you jaw, smiling a the way you lean into him and shake your head, your eyes already a little brighter.

"Hungry?" he grins when you nod.

"You feel up to going somewhere, or do you want me to cook here, or we can order in?"

"We can go out, but can I have a few minutes to freshen up? You know I always feel gross after a long flight."

"Of course," he smiles, leading you into the bathroom, grabbing a towel for you and turning on the shower.

"Thank you," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his waist, "for everything," a couple of tears slip from your eyes which you try to hide from him but he definitely notices.

"Always, y/n" he breathes out, kissing you on the forehead.

After your shower, you wrap yourself in a towel, walking into Christian's room so that you can grab some clothes out of your suitcase. Christian is sitting on the bed when you walk out of the bathroom and his heart sinks when he realizes just how thin you've gotten. He knows it's just from the stress, and that you tend to lose weight when you are dealing with heavy emotions, and that you always return to your normal with a little TLC, usually from him.

He doesn't say anything, he knows he doesn't have to, you can read perfectly well the look of concern on his face.

"I'll be fine, Christian," you whisper as he nods.

"I know you will be now," he offers you a weak smile, but the look of concern is still evident.

You quickly get dressed, noticing that Christian has already unpacked your things and placed them on the empty shelves in his closet, your heart fluttering at the kind gesture.

"Come here" he gestures, patting the empty space on the bed beside him.

You waste no time in climbing over him and tucking yourself into his side, your head resting on his chest as he scratches your back.

"You know I'm here for anything you need, right? Forever." he speaks quietly.

You nod, allowing the familiar sound of his heart and his scent to wash over you. You never feel more cared for than you do when you are wrapped in Christian's arms, his warm embrace always soothing you, no matter what is going on in your life.

"You sure you don't want a nap," he asks quietly, a small yawn escaping his lips.

"We can nap if you are tired, Chris," you whisper.

"That's not what I asked," he chuckles.

Your stomach rumbles loudly and he kisses you on the top of the head, "food first, then naps."

He takes you to a small restaurant close to his apartment, filling you with as much pasta as you can hold before you make the short walk back to his place.

Once you arrive back at Christian's, he closes the room darkening shades in his living room and the two of you settle down on the couch to watch a movie.

Before long, you fall asleep wrapped up in Christian's arms and he does the same. You aren't sure how long you've slept when you stir slightly, waking Christian up.

"You ok?" he whispers into the dark, a sigh escaping his lips when you nod and nuzzle your face into his chest. You let out a giggle when his stomach rumbles, "you can't be hungry again, Chris."

"I'm starving, actually" he chuckles when you move slightly allowing him to stand up and pull you to your feet. He makes the two of you a sandwich, both of you eating before heading up to get changed for bed.

You wander out of the en-suite bathroom in Christian's room after finishing your skincare to find Christian sitting in the bed, already under the covers.

You give him a hesitant look, chewing on your bottom lip, "you sure you want me to stay in here, I could stay in the guest room or..." you trail off as he stands up and makes his way over to you wrapping you in a hug.

"Why wouldn't you stay in here, we've been sharing a bed since we were kids, y/n," he says quietly his hand stroking your back.

"I don't know," you whisper, "I just wasn't sure you wanted me in here."

"Of course I do," he says taking your hand and guiding you towards the bed, "but only if you want to be in here. I can definitely get you set up in the guest room if you would feel more comfortable."

"No, this is fine," you offer him a smile, your moment of anxiety passing.

"You know, I think my parents always thought we were up to something when we kept sharing a bed when we got older," he chuckles, "led to me getting the talk from my dad on more than one occasion."

"No, really?" you groan, your cheeks painted with embarrassment as you try to hide your face with your hands.

"Mmmhmmm" he laughs pulling your hands from your face, "I think they were worried that we might figure out that one of us is a boy and the other is a girl when we were younger, but as we got older, I think there were secretly rooting for it."

"I figured they would eventually put a stop to it, but I guess they trusted you far more than the trusted me," he grins.

"Guess we've disappointed them then," you chuckle tucking yourself into his side as he kisses the top of your head.

"Sleep well, y/n, wake me if you need anything," he whispers as he turns off the lights leaving the two of you wrapped up in nothing but the darkness and each other's arms.

The next several days in Milan Christian works to improve your mood as much as he can, enjoying when he catches flickers of you returning to your normal self.

You wake up early with him, enjoying quiet mornings before he has to leave for training. He even asks if he can bring you along for a few sessions giving you a chance to catch up with his old Chelsea teammates. You spend afternoons wandering the city and learning Italian with him. Evenings, which he knows you typically dread, are spent, snuggled up together watching movies or binge watching some of your favorite series.

Being constantly surrounded by Christian's presence is working wonders for you, you can feel yourself healing from everything you've been through the past few months. During a face time with Christian's mom she mentions that she can tell both of you are in a better place mentally and physically and that she's glad you are getting to spend some time together.

You cannot deny how much you enjoy being with him, here in a safe bubble, seemingly protected from the outside world. And Christian, he's enjoying your company more and more each day. Things are seamless and comfortable between the two of you, conversations are easy, and the silences are never awkward.

He has been thrilled to have you with him as he embarks on a new season with Milan. You've been able to travel to away games with him and we're blown away on your first trip to the San Siro.

One particularly warm evening after a match, you walk out of the bathroom in a pair of pajamas that show far more skin than any others you've worn around him. You pretend not to notice the way his breath hitches in his throat when he sees you and the way his eyes follow you as you slip into bed next to him.

"You ok?" you whisper, resting your head on his chest noticing the way his heart is hammering away.

"Couldn't be better," he sighs, trailing his hands over the exposed skin on your back and shoulders noticing when your skin erupts in goosebumps, a reaction he's not used to from you.

"I've got the next couple of days off, I thought we might take a little trip to Lake Como tomorrow, have some lunch, see the area," he says quietly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"That sounds nice," you whisper, turning to place a kiss to his chest.

"And I have a surprise for you tomorrow night," he smiles as you turn to look him in the eyes, resting your chin on his chest.

"You know I hate surprises," you grin, a glint of playfulness in your eyes.

"I know, but this is a good one, and you're not getting it out of me," he grins back at you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.

"Now, let's get some sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow," he says, reaching to turn off the light and gesturing for you to turn on your side so that he can be the big spoon.

"Good night y/n," he whispers, "love you," as he places a feather light kiss on your shoulder, so light you almost don't notice it.

"Good night, Chris, love you too." You whisper back to him, intertwining your fingers with his.

The next morning, you both wake up early and have a quick breakfast before leaving for the day's adventure. Lake Como is more beautiful than you could imagine and you share a lunch that borderlines on romantic at a small cafe that overlooks the lake.

"I can't believe we are here," you nudge him with your shoulder as you walk down a small path towards the waters edge.

"I'm sure you could sweep some lucky girl off of her feet here," you chuckle at him noticing the way his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Probably, but that's not what today is about is it," he rolls his eyes at you, "today is about me and you spending time together, not me scoping out potential date spots."

"I know, but what better place to fall in love than Italy, Christian," you say, twirling yourself around in front of him, missing the absolutely smitten look on his face.

"Maybe," he shrugs his shoulders, his eyes never leaving you.

"Are you going to tell me what this surprise is?" you ask him, looping your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder. Noticing the way his skin reacts to your fingers tracing over his skin.

You like Kelsea Ballerini right?" he asks, as he rests his head on the top of yours as you both of you stare out over the water at the colorful houses dotting the horizon.

"I do, her new album is practically an anthem for my life right now, why?" you breathe out, shuddering as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"She's playing at the stadium tonight, and I might have gotten tickets for us," he says lowly, tilting his head up so that he can look you in the eyes and see your reaction.

"Playing at the stadium, as in your stadium? In Milan?" you nearly squeal, turning to fully face him as he nods.

"Thank you," your voice comes out low, barely above a whisper as tears well in your eyes, "for this, and for everything, you've always been the one person I could count on no matter what, and I honestly don't know what I would do without you."

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering a bit longer than normal as you notice him swallow dryly.

Leaning back slightly, you take in his features, suddenly mesmerized by his beauty. You've always known Christian was attractive, that much was obvious to you, but Italy has done him a world of good. His summer tan has lingered a bit longer, freckles dancing over his skin, and his eyes seem a bit brighter and more full of hope than you've seen them in a while. You catch your gaze lingering over his lips, noticing how soft and plump they are and wondering what they might feel like pressed against your own.

Christian has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, there isn't a single core memory of yours that doesn't involve him, being here with him the past couple of weeks, his patience, support and attentiveness have healed parts of you you didn't know needed healing.

Part of you never thought it was possible to develop feelings for him beyond friendship, and yet, when he's looking at you the way he is at this very moment, it makes you wonder if there couldn't be something more there.

"You're staring," he whispers, enjoying the flood of color that rushes to your cheeks.

"Am I not allowed to stare at my best friend? You're kind of beautiful you know?" you say, your eyes never leaving his.

"You're the beautiful one," he whispers, leaning down and glancing at your lips, almost as if he's thinking of kissing them before kissing the tip of your nose.

You turn, facing the horizon again as his arms squeeze your waist. "I love it here," you breathe out, feeling him nod as he rests his chin on your shoulder, but you aren't quite sure if by "here" you mean your actual location, or if you mean in Christian's arms.

"We should go," he gives you a gentle squeeze and slides his hand into yours.

The car ride home is quiet, he can tell you're lost in your own thoughts and he'd give anything to know what you are thinking about as you stare out of the window. Truthfully, he's a bit lost in his on thoughts as well, trying to come to terms with everything he's been feeling over the last few days.

Back at his apartment, you start getting ready for the concert, Christian ordering dinner for the two of you to eat as you get ready. You pick out a flowy dress, something that accentuates your best features, wanting to look pretty for yourself, and you catch yourself thinking that you also want to look pretty for him. You want him to be proud to have you with him, not that he's ever made you feel otherwise.

Once you are finally ready to go, you walk out of his bathroom about the same time as he walks out of his closet, also dressed and ready to go. You both silently stare at each other, soaking one another in before his lips curl slightly at the edges as he makes his way over to you.

"You look beautiful as always," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your mouth.

"So do you," you blush slightly at his compliment as he takes your hand and leads you to the car waiting to pick you up.

The concert is amazing, Christian never leaves your side, and most of the night he has one or both arms wrapped around your waist.

As the first notes of "Penthouse" ring out around the stadium he moves so that he is standing behind you, both arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he gently sways with you to the music.

Tears well in your eyes at the words that seem so very personal to you, a few spill over as Christian grips onto your hips turns you around. He brings his hands up to cup your face as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as the music fades out.

You're staring at each other, both of you knowing exactly what is coming next, as she belts out the healed version of "I kissed someone new last night, and now I don't care where your sleeping baby," Christian presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is soft and slow, and without a moment's hesitation you grip your fingertips into his t-shirt as you melt into the kiss; his lips slotting perfectly against yours, just as you had imagined they would. Suddenly, it feels like all of the pieces have fallen into place.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, "I love you, y/n" he says quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. A couple of tears fall from your eyes, as you nod and say "I love you too, Christian."

"No, baby, I need you to understand what I'm saying. I'm in love with you, I am desperately in love with you," he says as he bumps his nose against yours.

"I know, and I'm in love with you too," you grin, a squeal escaping your lips as he picks you up and spins you around.

"Stay in Italy with me, I can't bare for you to leave me," he says as he pulls you closer to him, burying his face into your neck, "we can both start over here, and we can start building a life together," he says hesitantly, searching your features for an answer he is hoping will be yes.

You nod and he crashes his lips back to yours in a much heavier yet still reserved kiss considering you are in public.

"So you're staying," he mumbles against your lips.

"I'm staying" you grin, "until you're sick of me."

"That's never going to happen sweetheart," he smiles sweetly, "never."

Tag list:

@chelseagirl98 @neverinadream @masonspulisic @pulisicsgirl @swimmingismywholelife @lovelynikol16 @nyctophilic0vitnir @lunamelona @tall-tanned-tattoo @lizzypotter14

[leebitofficial]

feel better

fluffy ! 0.7k words

as the slow shrill of cries began from across the house, you went into a panic.

“hyunjin! what happened!?” you yell from across the house.

he doesn’t reply.

worried, you speed walk to where the sound was coming from— the kitchen, finding your dark-haired boyfriend crouched on the ground, consoling your four-year-old niece.

“aigoo~ eunha don’t cry, hyunjinnie will make you feel better!” hyunjin coos at your niece who seems to have fallen down.

you slightly cringe at the baby voice he uses when he speaks to her, but you can’t help that his sweet, gentle tone melts your heart just a little bit.

he notices you standing in the doorway of your kitchen as he moves her to his lap.

“she just tripped is all, little kids, ya know.” he whispers to you over her cries, petting her head in attempt to comfort her.

“i see.”

“maybe we should take her to bed now? it’s getting late and she’ll probably be sleepy when she’s finished crying.” hyunjin noted.

“i think you’re right.” you sigh into the creeping darkness of your home as the sun begins to set.

hyunjin carries her as you follow behind, taking eunha to the guest bedroom she was staying in while she spends a few days with you and hyunjin in your shared home.

already in her pajamas, you tuck her into bed, you and hyunjin sitting with her until she falls asleep. you give her a quick kiss on the forehead before you leave, disappointed that she’s already fallen asleep but glad that you can finally get some alone time with your boyfriend.

eunha keeps hogging your hyunjin.

you can tell hyunjin’s tired from the way his eyes droop and his head hangs low as he brushes his teeth next to you. hyunjin finishes, leaving you to the rest of your nightly routine.

entering your bedroom, you see your lover already beginning to doze off amongst the warmth of your sheets. you crawl in next to him, about to give him a kiss and wish him a goodnight before he forces himself to speak out of his sleepy state.

“y/n”

the way he said your name was worrisome, a serious tone you’ve only heard him use a few times.

“hm?”

"actually... nevermind." he waves it off, returning his bedhead to the pillow.

"oh, are you sure?" you pry, too nosy to let it go, yet still worried that something was wrong. you can tell something is on his mind by the way his brows furrow slightly.

"i just- i don't know." he groans, hands rubbing at his face like he's in distress.

you knew it wouldn't be hard to get it out of him. he's stubborn but when he has something to say, he says it.

"you know you can tell me anything? you don't have to right now if you don't want to, it's alright." you whisper comfortingly, running your fingers through his thick locks.

hyunjin sighs before speaking. "you want kids, right?"

the question shocks you a bit, you hesitate before answering.

"i mean, sure. i don't really mind, i've always imagined it would be nice to have kids but if the person i'm spending the rest of my life with doesn't, that's ok too."

"oh, ok." hyunjin releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, relaxing as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "so... if i said i did, that would be ok, right?"

you don't reply, you just giggle, all while hyunjin is wrapping his arms around your middle and hiding his face in your chest.

aside from a kiss on your shoulder, he stays silent, too shy to show you the blush that's spread all over his body after getting himself all flustered.

you look down at hyunjin, smiling widely to yourself, thinking about how happy you were that you'd gotten so lucky finding someone like him. he was yours, your hyunjin.

"we'll have our own babies one day, ok? there's nothing to worry about, my love" you mutter softly, still playing with his hair, trying to break hyunjin out of his hiding. "unless they keep you from me as much an eunha does, then we'll have a problem." you joke, and at that hyunjin giggles.

"never." hyunjin finally replies, lifting his head to give you a quick kiss of gratitude.

with hyunjin wrapped around you, soon enough the two of you doze off, dreaming of your future and the special moments to come.

i finally got my hands on a hyunjin baby photocard and i felt i had to write about it! i don't really like this one but idk .. maybe it'll grow on me

[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s lucky husband ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

summary: toto wolff is a lucky man amongst other things. OR a series of tweets and clips in which tilly wolff discussed her husband and their three kids.

content warning: fictional wolff kids, tweets + video clips, use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, dad!Toto, established relationship, toto’s older kids being cool asf (idk their social media handles)

note: what is sleep? enjoy xx

masterlist

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, loricciardo

danielricciardo i like how you didn’t post anything for a whole year since last year’s canadian gp and come back with a brand new toddler liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo’s grown too fast okay 🥲

danielricciardo he’s no longer allowed to 😭

user1 idk what i love the most: a year old adelmo being taught how to skate by toto or toto sleeping while adelmo’s awake

user2 you would think that tia and soren are twins just looking at the second last picture

user3 i’ve been promptly fed with toto’s back. thank you tilly 🫶

user4 girl 😅 that’s her husband

ben.wolff tia must have missed her brother ben 🥲 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff if by that you mean causing chaos in your dad’s office then yes 😂 they’re looking forward to seeing you and rosawolff 😉

rosawolff i would really prefer not to make a mess in papa’s office, thank you very much :)

rosawolff look at addie and ren :((( i miss those little stinkers liked by tillywolff

tillywolff ren’s been wondering where you’ve been so maybe this is a chance to spend some time with them!!!

lewishamilton ugh elmo’s so big now 😩 how’s lottie supposed to play with him? liked by tillywolff

tillywolff delmo doesn’t like to roughhouse don’t worry 😅

user5 tilly, baby, your child is tall like his dad 😀

TILLY WOLFF’S PREGNANCY GLOW MAKES A COME BACK AT THE 2022 MET GALA by vogue

[1st image: emma: you look like you came from a minimalist renaissance painting, might i add. tilly: thank you! you look amazing yourself. who're you wearing? e: i should be asking that question but louis vuitton and cartier. you? t: christian siriano. he did all of this on friday which i'm grateful for.]

[2nd: e: your husband, toto- he would normally attend the gala with you, right? t: yes. he actually couldn't right now because he's in miami with the kids in preparation for the grand prix. he was insisting that he should come along but i kept giving him the outline of his job roles that he can't skip out on.]

[3rd: e: he's just being a husband, if you think of it. t: yes but he's a husband who also happens to have a racing team that are hoping to contend for the world constructors championship. e: what did he say when you told him he couldn't go? t: he was rather cranky. he wasn't the typical toto who would radiate this intense energy. he was just upset i couldn't allow him to go.]

[4th: t: i'm a couple weeks away from surpassing my first trimester, and he doesn't seem to think i'd do perfectly fine on my own especially if he's away and we're not at home. he's still worried i would trip and everything as if i hadn't worn heels back when i was pregnant with soren and tia. e: you must be some sort of superwoman if you could do that while pregnant!]

[5th: t: i worked hard on it. sometimes mary janes wouldn't do my job outfit any justice and there'd be a pair of kitten heels calling for me. e: how did your poor feet feel? t: swollen. i cried after realizing i can't wear them unless i get a bigger size. but it's not anything that i couldn't get. it's mostly just toto that i have to deal with whenever he sees me slipping on some heels.]

[6th: e: who would have thought that the big bad wolff could feel the discomfort of a pregnant woman by simply looking at her? t: *laughs* he's an empath of some sort. i don't know. i've been with him for almost a decade and one of things that l've learned is that he's quite observant and wouldn't budge unless you admit that he was right about what he saw.]

Q&A WITH TILLY by tilly marie

[1st image: what smell brings back good memories?]

[2nd: what could be a scent that brings back good memories? this is quite hard... i think i would say baby powder? *laughs* it sounds quite peculiar but it's something that reminds me that l've got the best things that could have happened to me. which are my children.]

[3rd: it's not really that peculiar, if i come think of it. there are people that like the smell of gasoline still to this day. i have spent years in garages and l've had my fair share of smoking experiences- those scents were addicting but the baby powder? extremely addictive. you won't have any issue with your lungs too.]

ATTENDING THE DIOR HAUTE COUTURE SHOW by tilly marie

clip one — soren’s wake up call… literally

[1st image: the breakfast came it quite late today and my neighbour's playing the most awful songs in the morning. i absolutely thought that i was going to have the most horrendous day at the haute couture show then my husband just rang and it turned out it was soren who called me early in the morning to say hi. he stole his papa's phone from the bedside and somehow knew the passcode. or it's probably his face id that did it. who knows.]

[2nd: i was telling him about how hungry i was because my breakfast wasn't ready, so my sweet boy didn't even hesitate to run downstairs to "cook"- he began to grab pans and eggs to "cook." thankfully toto had gotten up by then otherwise soren would've gotten into some sort of accident just trying to make me an omelette from brackley. i'm in paris but my sweet boy thinks he could send the breakfast my way as soon as possible.]

clip two — tilly shows how adelmo moves

[1st image: tilly: do you wanna see how adelmo dances to aladdin's "friend like me?" cameraman: yes of course. why not? tilly: great, this is how his little 2 year old self dances with the genie]

[2nd: *hums in adelmo torger lewis wolff*]

clip three — tia is the spoiled cub of the cubs

[1st image: i think i should try to put tia in my purse and take her with me on a show next time because i- *laughs* i can't behave by myself anymore. tia would most likely be scolding me and she'd be so happy to see all of these clothes. then she'd probably ask it she could get a dress tailored for her from the haute couture collection.]

[2nd: now that i think of it, she's most likely to empty toto's wallet in one go. whenever she and toto goes out for some daddy-daughter time, tia would return with her papa carrying shitloads of shopping bags. the sad case is that they all came from harrods- but that's the only place we could go without being hounded by cameras. still... toto goes all out for her all the time.]

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Grayscale Pt.3 | JJK

Pairing/s: Jungkook X Reader, Cha Eunwoo X Reader

Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.

Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love, Moving On AU

Word Count: 3.1 k

Warning/s: OC talks to Jungkook, a bit possessive Jungkook, healing, closure, PDA, adopting, pregnancy.

A/N: Not proofread!!! Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The act of letting someone sucks your life away. Seeing Jungkook again for the divorce was harder than you thought.

Even though he wanted to, he never begged you again to take him back. Both of you knew, clinging onto each other would cause more pain than healing.

"That's not how you play the game! You're cheating." You giggled.

Eunwoo could feel his heart flutter at you being happy, your eyes crinkling into crescents. This was the first time he saw you so cheerful after the incident. He couldn't help but wonder what made Jungkook hurt such a genuine and kind soul.

"I'm not gonna win against you if I don't cheat." He teased.

"So you admit it!" You hit his arm playfully.

"Hey now, violence is not the answer."

There was a moment of laughter followed by silence before you spoke up, "Call me sappy, but I'm going to miss you. Like a lot."

"1 month, huh? I think you can handle it." He said, brushing his hair back.

You couldn't help but well up at the thought of him leaving for that long, "You're supposed to say 'I'm gonna miss you too' dumbass."

He sighed, "Thank you..."

"I should do the thanking here." You chuckled, looking at him nervously.

"Thank you for not laughing at me being a loser at games..." He took your hand in his, "...thank you for being my friend."

His unfeigned tone made you cry out. He knew it was coming, he had to go on his business trip real soon. But he had a few months, which he decided to spend consoling you.

Like he did now, he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry on his chest, tears staining his shirt.

Jungkook and Gaeul left you with serious trust issues. But Eunwoo never left any corners for you to not trust him. It was as if you trusted no one but him.

Your parents, as expected, had the phrase, 'i told you so' written on their faces. They were never happy with your relationship, always hoping you'd marry a guy of their choice. You wondered if that would have been better.

Jungkook's parents visited you a day before your legal seperation. His father went as far as to threaten you to not break off the marriage. It would damage his reputation as a CEO.

Eunwoo politely yet sternly told them to leave and held you as you cried for an hour after that.

Your nights were sleepless. You had been with Jungkook for so long, that you couldn't sleep without his presence. Eunwoo would sacrifice his sleep to sing and hum for you as you tried to sleep.

Most of his attempts would go to vain but he still kept humming for you.

"I-I don't want you to go."

"I have to, Y/n." He hugged you tighter.

Maybe this wasn't the right time to tell you what he thought about you. But this was the only time he had. You were left broken after what Jungkook did, and Eunwoo didn't want risk your comfort and trust in him.

But he had to tell you.

"Y/n... I-"

You pull back to look at him, eyes red with the tears shed, "Eunwoo?"

How he wished it was him instead of Jungkook. How he wished Jungkook would have never met you, then you'd find a real man (Eunwoo) to cherish you.

He remembered the first time he saw you in college, stumbling in late to a lecture because you were messing around with Jungkook. Your hair a bit unkempt but nothing too wild.

He remembered how you sat beside him and he couldn't help but ask you your name. The two of you immediately clicked.

He remembered how his stomach dropped when he heard you had a boyfriend. He was still extremely close to you, despite you already having Gaeul as your 'best friend.'

He remembered the night where he actually fell for you. The night where your friends left to explore a foreign city you visited. Gaeul and Jungkook took advantage of the situation and went missing as well. You and Eunwoo were left alone. Both of you sat in the pool of the hotel, looked at the stars and talked about everything. Until you fell asleep and Jungkook came to carry you back to your room.

He remembered how he felt light headed when Jungkook asked him to plan a proposal for you. But he still smiled and decided to help him. Atleast you were happy, he thought.

He took a deep breath, "I like you. Heck, I may even be in love with you. Please don't take this the wrong way but... I've had feelings for you ever since we first met. I'm not pressuring you or-"

You cut him off with a smile, "Eunwoo, it's okay. I know."

"I wish I could stop myself but- wait. You know?"

You nod, slightly laughing at his nervous state, "I know, Eunwoo. I've always known. But I need time to get over...you know."

"Yes...yes! I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to let you know how I felt."

You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve, "I don't want you to wait for me, I don't know when I'll move on from him, or if I even will move on."

Eunwoo gently wiped away a lingering tear from your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring. "I'll wait for you, Y/n. No matter how long it takes. You deserve to heal at your own pace."

You gave him a small, grateful smile, "Thank you, Eunwoo. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Did you get everything?" You asked.

"Calm down, I'll be alright. But you're the one who needs to take care." He held your hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb to warm you up a bit.

It was already time for him to go. So, you along with a few of your friends were here on a chilly morning to bid him farewell.

After sharing a few hugs, he finally approached you for a hug, to which you responded by jumping onto him making him stumble back a bit.

You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, taking in his scent. You laughed, "Who said I wasn't going to tease your loser ass?"

Eunwoo couldn't help but hug you tighter. He couldn't do it again for another month, he tried to memorize every soft detail of your embrace.

It didn't take long for your laughter to seize. A person caught your attention. He stood there with a long trench coat and every recognisable characteristics covered except his puffy eyes. The sight of him brought an unexpected surge of emotions. You hadn't anticipated seeing him here, especially not today.

Jungkook.

What was he doing at the airport?

"Y/n, you're crying. Are you okay?" Eunwoo asked being concerned. He followed your line of sight and realised who caught your attention.

You didn't even realise you were crying until Eunwoo pointed it out. Jungkook stood at a fair distance. You noticed he was alone.

The two of you just stared at each other, you didn't want to talk to him and he understood that.

You felt a warm hand on your cheek. Eunwoo turned your head to look at him.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." The approaching panic attack you felt was suddenly subdued with his words.

He leaned in to kiss your tear-stained cheek. He looked straight in your eyes when he said, "I love you. Believe me on that, yeah?"

"P-Please be safe." You tried your best not to look at your ex-husband; you focused your eyes onto the man in front of you.

"I'll see you soon." He held you in his arms one last time, only to let go hesitantly. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Jungkook looked at you and Eunwoo, he had no right to be angry, he had no right to want to kick Eunwoo in the balls. He chuckled bitterly at his own thoughts.

Jungkook didn't know why you were here, he didn't know how you noticed him in a crowded space. He swallowed thickly and maybe it was the fact that he just wanted to disappear from your sight, but he turned around and decided to quickly walk away with his luggage.

He initially walked briskly but he resorted to running a few seconds in. His empty stomach didn't take him very far though; he stumbled and fell onto his knees in a scarcely crowded area of the airport.

Seeing you happy brought all the memories flush back to him. Your touch, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you was all he could think of. He doubled over in pain, quietly sobbing into his palms, his luggage laying beside him. Crying had become a second nature by now.

It clawed him from inside, you were his and only his but he knew he could no longer have you. He wanted to bawl out loud, beg you to start everything over again, but he had promised himself to stay away from you.

Fate had other plans though, he was returning to Seoul from his hometown when he saw you with Eunwoo and a bunch of close friends. The ones who used to his friends as well.

Jungkook looked at his shaky palms which were wet from his tears. He had good friends, a good work-life balance, and the best of all, he had you. But now his colleagues and employees were doubting his abilities due to his bad performance at work.

He'd never be present at his office after the divorce. One would always find him at his house or at the gym, jabbing the life out of the punching bag till he fainted.

It took him 15 minutes to realise it was extremely chilly at the airport, he decided to gather himself and sit in the car. Sure, he couldn't stop crying, but atleast he could smell the vanilla scented car freshner you had bought.

He leaned his head back, his nose taking in your favourite scent.

A knock on the window startled him. It was as if he was dreaming, and he probably was. Because it was you.

You opened the car door and got in the passenger's seat, "Glad to know you still kept the car freshner."

Now, Jungkook didn't have any issues with breathing, ever. But today, his lungs stopped working. It was you. You were in his car, but why?

"Y-Y/n..."

You looked like you had been crying as well but at the moment, you were neither sad nor happy, you just looked pissed.

You sighed, "Did you eat today?"

The question was so simple, so casual. But it hit something inside Jungkook's heart. He leaned down towards you, as if bowing to you and let his tears flow.

"I asked you something..." You said, trying to be cold. He looked you in the eyes and shook his head.

He didn't want to put you in a position where you had to take him back, but he still took your hands in his, "I was such-"

He was cut off by you repelling from his touch, "Please don't touch me, Jungkook. I'm not here to forgive you."

"O-oh, I'm so fucking sorry." He sniffed.

"You look awful."

"You look beautiful, as always." He said sincerely, making you blush a bit.

"I'm here because I care for you. Don't get the wrong idea but, I don't think I'll ever stop caring for you, Jungkook. Why aren't you looking after yourself?"

Jungkook was flustered by your suddeness. He had expected you to have moved on by now. But the fact that you were crying a while ago and you were here, in his car, said otherwise.

"It just isn't the same." He croaked out.

"Ofcourse it isn't, Jungkook. I wonder why."

"Y/n, I know you hate me, I know you don't want me anymore. But I don't want you to be kind to me." He closed his eyes, "Please curse at me, hit me, let it out. It's just me."

"It's not just you. I don't know you. You're a stranger to me." You said coldly.

Jungkook didn't answer, it was more like he couldn't answer. He looked down at his palm, which weren't shaky anymore. It was you who calmed him down.

You sigh, "I assume you have been talking to Gaeul?"

"I haven't, I don't even intend to."

"I called her a couple of months ago. She was livid at you. Said she'll slap you the next time she sees you." You chuckled, "She told me a lot about how you guys began and stuff. But it was the last time I'll ever talk to her."

He wiped his runny nose, "I guess you know about the time I threw her out of our house."

"Your... your house."

"Right, my house." He corrected himself.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook raised his head to look at you. He saw the love of his life looking outside the window. You looked as beautiful as the day he asked you out, if not more.

"Y/n, I-I love you."

You turned towards him to see a man who used to be the love of your life. He looked barely alive, barely living. Yet, somehow, his eyes were as pretty as always. But they didn't hold the universe you saw around a decade ago. They were just pretty eyes.

"You know there's a theory, if you stop loving someone, it means you never loved them in the first place. Love can never go away.

I probably won't ever stop loving you. But I don't want you, Jungkook. I've moved on."

"I-I know, I understand." Even though he knew, there was a huge part of him that wanted you to come back. That wanted you all to himself.

"Would you have kept the affair going if I never found out?" You asked.

"No, no! I wanted to stop, I promise. It started as a way for stress relief when you weren't available, but then..."

You scoff, "Then what, Jungkook? You loved to cheat on me, is it? You just loved to humiliate me? Makes sense."

Your tone didn't sound like yourself. You've never talked to Jungkook in this way, but then again, you couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Y/n, please, trust me. I've never wanted anyone but you. I've never loved her, I've never enjoyed the sex more. I just... don't know."

"You just loved the thrill of it all, didn't you. Cheating on your girlfriend, then on your fucking wife. How fucking far were you willing to go for sex?" A single tear rolled down your cheek.

Jungkook wished he could say otherwise. He wished he would've thought with his heart rather than his dick. All he could do was mutter sorry's.

"I forgive you, Jungkook." You said looking away.

His breath hitched as he heard the words come out of your mouth.

"I forgive you. The only thing you can do for me is take care of yourself and move on."

"I-I don't think I can." He sobbed, his stomach did flips that made him nauseous.

You finally touched him and intertwined your fingers with his, it was familiar but it didn't feel like home anymore.

"Cook for yourself, eat better, yeah?" You smiled.

"I can't do this without you, Y/n."

"You can, I know you can."

"I can't, I fucking can't. Please..."

You slowly let go of his hand as he kept saying 'no'.

"I'm sorry, baby." You whispered, "I have to leave."

You opened the car door and got out. Jungkook wished he could see you clearly, but his vision was blurred. You waved a final goodbye and gently closed the door.

As he saw you walk away, he noticed you took the car freshner with you, a subtle way to let him move on.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Eunwoo!" You rushed over to him and captured him in an embrace. He twirled you around as you both laughed.

His month long business trip had already ended and he had just returned to Seoul.

He let you down and spoke, "How have you-"

He was cut off by you pulling him extremely close to you face. Your noses were touching and lips only a few millimetres away.

Eunwoo's eyes widened. He was definitely dreaming. Or did the plane crash on his way back and he was in heaven?

"I've not done this before but..." You said softly, "Would you go out with me?"

"I think you know what I'll say to that." He closed the distance between your lips.

It was like the two of you were alone at the airport. The nasty glares from strangers didn't exist, nor did any other problem in the world.

Eunwoo would be happy even if the world ended this very moment. But then again, he wouldn't get to love you enough.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Jungkook exhaled softly as he blinked his eyes, trying to wake up. He slowly pushed himself up and sat against the headboard.

He shivered, ofcourse. It was too cold without you. It had been 5 years already but no morning went without a thought of you.

As an unhealthy daily habit, he took his phone from the side table. Instinctively, his thumb went to Instagram to stalk you. His eyebrows furrowed realising you changed your profile picture.

This didn't seem right to him. Why was Eunwoo holding you like that? He decided to check your feed. Something wasn't right. There was a recent post from you.

A post announcing your pregnancy.

It took him a full minute to process what was happening. You were having a baby, with someone that wasn't him.

He blinked back his tears, reading the caption, 'You're gonna be the best father.' with a photo of Eunwoo holding your slightly large belly.

He reminded himself, there was more to live for. He should've moved on by now but he simply couldn't. His thoughts were so loud that he couldn't hear small footsteps. The person climbed onto the bed and peeked into his phone.

"Is that mommy?" He asked making Jungkook snap out of it.

"Ah, Jaehyun." He took the 7 year old in his arms.

"Isn't that mommy, daddy?" The child persisted.

"No, Jaehyun. She's just a woman I love."

"So, she's mommy?"

He sighed. How would he explain this to a 7 year old? Jungkook didn't want to bluntly tell him that he was adopted and didn't have a mother.

"Let's go for a walk with Bam. I'll tell you everything about the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

[hoe4sports]

Your love lifts me up like helium

Ruesha Littlejohn x reader

A/N: Just wanted to do a little something with this song. Listen to it if you’d like, it was the inspo for this piece of art.

Trigger warning: Depression like feelings, mentions of feeling like there is no hope. Mentions of ending life. Panic attacks. Fluff end.

“Help me out of this hell. Your love lifts me up like helium”

Two days prior to this moment, the Republic of Ireland had touched down in Australia. The squad had a week before the actual fifa program would start. It was great as it gave you time to explore Australia and it let you adapt to the warm climate. The practices had been going great, and you were trying to fit in as much touristy things as you possibly could. You wanted to make the most of this trip. Ruesha on the other hand, had seen Katie and Caitlin Foord walk out of Katie’s hotelroom together at 5 in the morning leaving the gorgeous blonde once again crushed to pieces. And how was you doing in this? Well, you and Ruesha were sharing a room. You weren’t getting much sleep, and for all the wrong reasons.

“Yeah, I wanted to play tough. Thought I could do all just on my own. But even Superwoman. Sometimes needed Superman's soul.”

You got woken up just after midnight by Ruesha’s crying. “It was 6 years of my life” Ruesha sulked as you tried to comfort her again. She was leaning against you while you were both camping out on her bed. “6 years I’ll never get back..” she kept going. “Nobody is ever gonna love me like her, I’m too old now” she said as she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeves. “Ruesh, you’ll find someone” you said as you yawned. “What if she also cheats? I’m pathetic. I’m never gonna be enough for a lifetime” she sulked as i wanted to rolled my eyes. “Okay, maybe little Rushie needs to go to sleep, yeh? Here, I’ll help you.” You mumbled as you forced her to lay down on the soft mattress. “Sometimes feelings get bigger at nighttime. That’s why you should be gettin’ some sleep” you said as a stroked her hair softly. You tried to stand up slowly as she closed her eyes and her muscles relaxed, only to make it to the end of your bed before she started sobbing again. She hadn’t slept alone for 6 years, and for the last week she had been sleeping next to you. “Okay, pretty girl, how about we sleep next to eachother?” you said as you scooted in and held her as her sobs quietly stopped. She was fast asleep, even snoring as you kissed the top of her head. “I’m gonna get you through this Rushie”

“I'm trying but I keep falling down. I cry out but nothing comes now”

The next nights were followed by the same crying, only it was escalating every night. Sobbing turned into crying turned into hysterically crying. The worst night was night 7, and the following day you were playing against Australia and Katie’s new girlfriend. Ruesha had skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today, and you felt extra worried. Her normally bright eyes were tired and heavy. Her clothes fitting visibly looser now than just 7 days ago. “I’m never gonna be happy again” . That was the first sign of her nightly crying. “Nobody will ever love me again, I’m unloveable.” she continued. “I don’t have a house, a job or even a girlfriend anymore” you sighted as you could hear her starting to rumble. You cut her off. Ruesh, I think you need to see a psychologist.” Oops, that came out harder than what you wanted. She looked at me with fear in her eyes and she snapped immediately. “I don’t need no psychiatrist or whatever!”. She crossed her arms, and looked like you had just offered her drugs. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She shouted as she threw a pillow at you. You couldn’t stand it anymore seeing as you were getting 3-4 hours sleep every night because of McBastard and her new toy. You turned your back towards Ruesha as you fell asleep covering your ear with a pillow to dim her cries while the guilt was eating you alive.

“But when the fear comes and I drift towards the ground, I am lucky that you're around.”

You were woken up violently two hours later by Ruesha being out of breath. She was hyperventilating, ugly crying and was hysterical. She was screaming and wheezing at the same time shaking as if her last day had arrived. You assessed her for a few seconds to figure out what the hell was going on. “Rushie?” You asked carefully as she looked desperately at me. Oh my, she was having a full blown panic attack. You hopped out of bed and sprinted across the room to get to her as quickly as you could. You sat myself behind her and held her tight while trying to decompress her. “Breathe Rushie, take a deep breath.” You encouraged as she shook her head. You had panic attacks as a young teen, and you used to drink something to get it to stop. The feeling of liquid and flavor distracting you. You desperately looked around you and grabbed the closest bottle you could find. You flicked the cap off causing it to fly into the room. “Here, drink Ruesha. It will help, I promise!” You said as she shook her head once again. “N-no!’ I’m n-not! I-I-I don’t deserv-“ she cried as the panic continued and took over her breathing. Jesus, Katie had really ruined her making her believe that she didn’t deserve fucking oxygen. “Hey, hey, you, come here Rue rue” you said as you sat yourself infront of her. “Touch my hands please” you said as I you reached out your hands. She grabbed my hands quickly as she panicked. “Squeeze my hands, as hard as you can” you commanded and she squeezed. “Now, put your hands on your head” you said as you demonstrated the movement hoping it would open her lungs up like when you push too hard at the gym. She moved her hands and placed them on her head while still desperately trying to catch her breath. You scooted closer to her, so your noses touched. “Ruesha, it’s okay. It’s just a panic attack. We are gonna get through this.” You said as you stared into her tired yet stunning eyes. You couldn’t even grasp how her eyes were so beautiful even at her worst. I you reached out and pulled her into your lap, as you squeezed her moving the attention away from the breathing. You stroke her back with decent pressure and kept forcing her to breathe in a square. After a few mins of breathing together, she calmed down and flopped toward you. Her body starved of energy. You sat there in silence while you held her tight.

“Rue?”

“Mm?”

“We are gonna get through this together. I’m not leaving you, ever.” You said as you kissed the top of her head. “But tomorrow morning, we are going to talk to the coaches about this, okay?” You said as she nodded and laid down.

She turned herself towards you laying in your warm embrace with her face close to mine as she fell asleep. You waited a good 30 minutes before you dared to fall asleep fearing that she might start panicking again. You spent the time admiring her features. You could tell if even one freckle had moved a centimetre. She was just so beautiful. When she slept soundly, you allowed yourself some rest. But before i you fell asleep you touched her peaceful face. You leaned in towards her ear and whispered;

“When you hit the ground, I’ll be all you need Rue. I’ll love you,everyday. At your worst and at your best. I pinky promise..”

“When I've hit the ground. You're all I need. Cause your love lifts me up like helium.”

*Ruesha pov*

I woke up at 7.30 confused. What had happened last night? I was confused as it hit me as a train. Panic attacks. Crying. Feeling like I didn’t deserve air. I turned around in the single bed finding Y/N holding me as she slept soundly. She had been my bestfriend forever, even before I met Katie. I admired her before touching her face. It was first now that I noticed how beautiful her face was. Tan skin. Light pink full lips, all natural. Not like Katie, Katie had injections in her lips and she would make fun of Y/N for not getting the same fillers. Y/N didn’t need them thought. Her light blue eyes shut as she slept. I decided to hold her as she turned around in her sleep. I realised that she had slept less than me as she was trying to fix what Katie had broken. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered; “Your love lifts me up like helium. I love you forever”

Perhaps if I practiced while she slept, then I might work up the courage to tell her one day..

[flwrshwr-chenji]

Sunsetz -CYJ-

Choi Yeonjun ~yeonjunxfem!reader

Genre: Fluff, non-idol AU

Word Counr: 2k

Labels: Established relationship, anniversary, dramatic yeonjun, brief talk of kids, proposal, petnames (baby, pretty, pretty girl), sappy yeonjun, reader cries. ~let me know if I should add anything else~

AN: hey guys! So I've finally decided to venture out of only writing NCT. I hope you guys like it! Please lmk your thoughts and feedback! feel free to message me! I'm open to requests! I'm gonna try to post more often. Writer's block is lowkey kicking my ass so bear with me. But yea hope you guys like my first non-nct fic. Also I plan on making a masterlist soon, so it'll be easier to navigate my account. I am also currently working on another Yeonjun fic, and maybe a RIIZE fic. So hopefully I can get those out soon.

Fic under cut 🫶🏾

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, you couldn’t be happier. A few weeks prior, Yeonjun had suggested a trip to the countryside for your upcoming 4th anniversary. Feeling a need for some quiet, you quickly said yes to the much-needed vacation. And now here you are on the day of your anniversary, enjoying the early autumn sunlight, locked hands swinging with the breeze. The two of you had spent the whole day exploring the quiet little town. You’d been shopping, gone to a few diners and cafes whenever you got a little hungry, and even drove around for a bit until Yeonjun spotted a small pasture. He quickly suggested the two of you take a walk before you lost too much sunlight, which was where you were now. The car parked a bit a ways back, seeing as you’d been walking for about 10 minutes now, just enjoying each other's presence.

“It’s so pretty out here.” You said softly, almost instantly regretting it as you were met with a cheesy response from the man beside you. “You’re prettier.” He said, the widest grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing just how proud he was at the corny line. “You’re so lame Jun. You know that?” You said, stopping to look at your smiling boyfriend with an equally wide smile. “Yeah, but you love it. You love meee.” He said, bringing his hands up to cup his face and fluttering his eyelashes at you. Pretending to gag, you pulled a disgusted look at him. “Ew no I don’t. I don’t even know you.” You fanned him off, knowing he was about to start into his dramatics.

An exaggerated gasp met your ears as Yeonjun dropped to his knees clutching his chest. “I think- I think I’m dying… I’ve never felt heartbreak like this… Y/N I think these are my final moments.” He said between gasps, sprawling out on the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him. He began to roll around, still clutching his chest as he groaned in false pain. Your laughs grew louder the longer you watched him. “Tell my mom I love her… I see the light… I’m going towards the light.” He grunted, sticking to his bit. You decided to play along, dropping to your knees beside him, and taking his hand. “Yeonjun no! Don’t leave me baby please.” You said between giggles “I can’t hold on much longer… Y/N… Baby? Baby you have to save me. Don’t let me go. You have to- Baby you have to kiss me, or you’ll lose me forever.” He panted, his dramatic gasps getting louder and quicker. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in a cackle at his request. “Baby this isn’t funny! I’m dying! You have to save me.” He whined. “Yeonjun you’re ridiculous.” You responded. “I’m serious. I’ll die if you don’t kiss me and tell me how much you love me!” You laughed loudly once again. Yeonjun couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face, your laugh was his favorite sound in the world. “Fine fine. I’ll save you.” You said, grinning at him.

He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, missing the mischievous glint in your eyes as you leaned down to kiss him. He was fully expecting to feel his lips on yours, his eyes shooting open when he felt your lips on his forehead. “No, no, no! You have to kiss me here.” He brought his hand up, tapping his lips before closing his eyes again. “Here?” You teased, kissing his cheek. “No! Here.” He puckered his lips again, making a kissy noise, eyes still closed. “Oh! I see. Here.” You placed a kiss on his other cheek. He groaned. “No! On my lips baby.” He tapped his lips once more. “Ah, okay okay. I got it. You said here.” You giggled, before kissing the tip of his nose. “No, no. My lips. Like this.” He said, quickly sitting up and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a soft, but passionate kiss before you could respond. A surprised squeak left you before you inevitably melted into his touch. You lifted your hands, placing one on his chest and the other cupping his cheek. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you into his lap before pulling away. He rested his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“I’ve never felt more alive.” He grinned. “You’re so dramatic Jun. You know that?” You said softly. He hummed in acknowledgment, hugging you closer. “But you love it. You love me…” He repeated his earlier statement. This time you nodded, leaning back a bit and wrapping your arms over his shoulders. “I do. I love you more than you know.” You said, pecking his lips gently. “And I love you most pretty.” He responded. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before deciding to stand up and walk back to the car. Yeonjun quickly grabbed your hand, locking your fingers as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “We should have a picnic out here. We can go back to the cabin and pack a basket really quickly.” You suggested. “Yea? We can do whatever you want pretty girl.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You grinned, leaning into his side as you walked back to the car.

Just as promised, a basket was quickly packed, along with a blanket, and before you knew it you were back at the pasture with everything laid out neatly in the grass. Yeonjun had his head in your lap, munching on one of the sandwiches you’d made, while you carded your fingers through his soft hair, sipping a glass of wine. “This is the perfect anniversary baby.” You said softly. “I agree. I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself pretty.” Yeonjun replied, peering up at you. “I like this… Spending time with you like this. It’s peaceful.” Yeonjun said, sitting up after a moment of silence. “It’s perfect. I could get used to this.” You smiled, watching the sunset in front of you. “We could have this you know… Buy a house out here. Even if it’s just a vacation home.” You leaned against your boyfriend, liking that idea. “You know if we have kids one day… we could bring them out here. It’d be nice watching a mini us run around.” You hummed in approval as he continued. “I like the sound of that.” You said softly. “You should take some pictures pretty,” Yeonjun said, leaning forward, pulling a camera out of the picnic basket, he knew how much you liked photography.

You grinned, jumping to your feet, and taking the camera. Yeonjun stood up after you, watching as you walked a bit farther, snapping pictures of the setting sun and your surroundings. Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun reached into the basket again, pulling out a small box, which he’d hidden in there while you went to get a blanket for the picnic. He didn’t know why he was getting nervous all of a sudden. You’d talked about having forever together, starting a family, and things like that, but something about making it official had butterflies erupting in his stomach. He let you have a few minutes, watching you take pictures, hiding the box behind his back whenever you turned to snap pictures of him. Using his free hand, he pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of you, watching you in your element. After snapping a few dozen photos, he dropped his phone down onto the blanket and walked up behind you. He shoved the ring box in his pocket before wrapping his arms around your waist. “Happy anniversary pretty girl.” He whispered in your ear. You turned your head to him with the widest grin on your face. “Happy anniversary baby.” You said back, turning to face him, craning your neck to kiss him. He leaned down to meet your lips, smiling as he tightened his grip around you. The kiss was short-lived before you turned in his arms again, raising the camera to take pictures of the two of you together.

After letting you snap a few pictures Yeonjun stepped back, grabbing your hand. “Come back to the blanket. I have something for you.” He said, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he guided you back to your blanket and sat with you. “What’d you get?” You asked, wondering what was waiting for you. “Close your eyes.” He said, waiting for you to follow his instructions. You did so quickly, giggling in excitement. He pulled the small box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. “Okay. Open your eyes.” Doing as told, you study his face, noting the bit of nervousness in his eyes. You glanced down at his hands and let out a loud gasp. “Yeonjun…” You said softly. “I love you so much, more than anything and as you know, we’ve been together for four whole years. Which is crazy. For the last four years, I’ve given you my whole heart. The purest form of love and adoration. You’ve been by my side through thick and thin, and I want to thank you for that. I want you to know, that I plan on spending the rest of my life making myself the best man I can possibly be for you if you’ll have me. I want to keep you as happy as possible. I want to thank you for being my best friend, and my soulmate. You’ve kept me sane these last four years as we navigate life together. I want to give you the world, but for now, I have this beautiful diamond ring, for an even more beautiful girl. So as we continue to make our way through life, I hope you’ll stay by my side as we do. So until I can figure out a way to give you the world, will you take this ring, and my promise to put nothing but a smile on your face for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me pretty girl” He said, his gentle words like a lullaby to your ears, as tears streamed down your cheeks. He reached a hand up, wiping your tears and placing gentle kisses on your cheeks where your tears fell.

“You said you’d put nothing but a smile on my face, and here you are making me cry.” You giggled through a sniffle. “Yes of course I’ll marry you. I love you so much Jun.” You wiped your eyes once more, smiling until your cheeks hurt as you watched your now fiancé slide the ring onto your finger. Once the ring was in place, you grabbed Yeonjun’s face, practically smushing him as you kissed him with as much love as you could muster. He pulled you into a tight hug, returning your kiss with just as much love, grinning against your lips. “I love you so so much pretty. Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth.” He said after separating from your lips. He pulled you to your fit, spinning you around as you laughed, holding him tightly. Once he placed you back onto the ground the excitement settled in. He began running around, cheering at the top of his lungs. “We’re getting married!!” He yelled, jumping up and clicking his heels together. You laughed as you watched with admiration. “You’re such an idiot.” You laughed. “I may be an idiot, but I’m an idiot who convinced you to marry me!” He cheered again. You half expected him to click his heels again, letting out a ‘yippee’ as he did so. Instead, he tackled you into a tight hug, tumbling into the grass with you in his arms. “I can’t wait ’til I can call you my wife.” He grinned. “And I can’t wait to call you my husband, idiot.” You smiled. The two of you lay in the grass together, limbs tangled together, as you basked in the light of the sunset. You couldn’t wait for the endless sunsets you’d get to spend together.

[sebadztian]

Watching the episode now, but no screenshot because CR doesn't allow screenshots.

The P4's obsession with 'tradition' is mental. Even Ciel recognized that. I understand why they killed Arden (guy was annoying af), but the way their reason with it is kinda crazy... For tradition? But then again, they cried because they were allowed to step on the grass, so this school is pretty fucked up... I guess, anything to make them feel better about committing a mass murder...

Sebas' eyes change colour in different shots and it's driving me crazy! My god... This is probably my biggest gripe with his new design.

BUT his teeth are so fine! They're fairly generous with it and he's so fangy & teefy this season! So happy 🥰

In all honesty, I don't quite understand UT's concept for Bizarre Dolls. How did he attach those 'future' to the cinematic record? Like, where did he get those 'future record' from? Does it mean that ambitious people makes the best BDs?

Shoutout to UT's eyes!! Honestly, how did he see through that fringe of his?

And the battle begins...

No, wait... Sebastian, Sebastian... Just kick the guy already! Why are you playing some odd version of arm wresting with him?

Oh, great... Now they're hugging... Damnit, Sebastian!

Why do the BDs sound like Transformer robots?

My god... Harcourt really peed his pants...

Big talk, Seb. You just stood there the whole time... Have you not learned your lesson? When it comes to UT, you can't take your damn sweet time...

Okay, okay... So, I need to digest this...

The imagined fight sequence in Sebas' head is actually cooler than the reality of what happened next. UT even gave him a haircut. Maybe that's why Seb changed course. He didn't want a haircut...

Speaking of change, they changed the text! Instead of "protecting my contractor", they changed it to "protecting my young master" (he did say 'bocchan') 🥹 So domesticated!

And UT's knowing smirk... And his words, "That's our butler"? Sounds like some sort of an approval to me. And he knows that the demon has been domesticated!

The parting booty shake tho!!

Ahhh... The scene that I've been waiting for... It's so intense, even Harcourt fainted from the intensity of it!

This poor boy is the real victim here... First, he found out his crush is actually a butler, then he peed his pants, and then, he had his heart broken all over again because Seb & Ciel are being so gay... He's like the butt of every single joke...

I hate that Sebstian's eyes are not glow-y anymore though... 😭

Edward, you're a good man. Just keep that up, yeah?

So good to see Ciel & Seb in their 'normal' attire & roles. Don't get me wrong, I do love Professor Michaelis, but Sebastian the butler is much better.

Snake 😭😭😭

Well, I'm hoping this is not the last episode. Aren't we getting 12 episodes? Or was it 10? Assuming we do get 12 epsiodes, then the next one should be the shopping trip. So fun! 😄 But then... What would be the 12th episode? 🤔

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Now that the anthology is out I present my piece for it. I put the first part under the cut but the rest is on ao3 because of length. Despite this technically supposed to be about Germany I think the parts I'm most proud of are Liechtenstein's <3

warnings: none

ao3 link here!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1832; Vienna

The day was unusually warm, especially for October. The children were playing just outside the gate, chasing each other around with seemingly no more purpose than a dog chasing its tail. The parents sat inside the gate, talking, only turning their heads when there was a particularly loud yelp from one of the children. Gilbert and Ludwig had arrived in Vienna a few days prior, but the trip had not been an easy one, so only three days later were they having their first full day together. 

“How are things in Frankfurt?” Roderich had shed his usual overcoat, due to both the heat, and the close company not requiring normal formalities. 

Gilbert laughed, “Maybe if you went to Frankfurt you would know” 

“Why would I go to Frankfurt when you can do it for me?” 

“Because I don’t go to Frankfurt either. Berlin or Königsberg” 

Erzsébet rolled her eyes, she had listened to them bicker for hundreds of years. It was a normal routine, not one she enjoyed the more it happened. There had been a few years of peace, not having to listen to them. But since the split custody of Ludwig had started, they had been seeing more and more of Gilbert. 

“How about we don’t talk about politics for once?” she suggested to both men. Her eyesight wandered away for a moment just to see Liesl finally catch her younger cousin, both children toppling to the ground. She laughed lightly, watching as they both got up and ran off farther as if nothing had happened. 

“We’re not talking politics” both men remained absolutely oblivious to the scene that had made Erzsébet laugh. “We’re discussing the good of the confederation” 

“Exactly!” Gilbert raised his nose in indignation, “And even if what would you rather we talk about? Housework?” Erzsébet hummed, “We could talk about why you’re here instead of returning to Berlin” 

“Why?” Gilbert changed his tone, “Want me out so you and your husband can be alone?” 

Roderich rolled his eyes, “We’re not married, I remind you, Gilbert” 

“You act it,” he shrugged, “And that’s close enough. House in the countryside, two kids, enough money from the government to live comfortably. I’d say you two could play family for at least the next century” 

Erzsébet’s eyes darted to the field, making sure Liesl and Ludwig weren’t close enough to hear. She sat up a little straighter out of habit, “We only have a daughter. Gilbert.” 

The whole group shifted uncomfortable with the topic being brought up. Ludwig’s split custody by all means should have never happened. 

Gilbert held the newborn in his arms. It felt odd, he hadn’t held a baby since Liesl was born almost a century earlier. Erzsébet had followed him to the door, repeating everything she had already told him ten times; she was worried he didn’t know how to take care of a baby. Truthfully he didn’t. He had to remind himself this hadn’t been his idea; Roderich and Erzsébet had come to him. 

The baby cried with every bump in the road. It made Gilbert less sure of himself every time it took him even a little too long to calm him. His nephew should be with his parents, not with him. Infants shouldn’t be taken on long trips like this either, it was a bad idea, he could get sick so easily. Erzí would kill him if her baby died within a couple weeks of Gilbert having him. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think was hold the newborn close, and talk to him. Things would be okay, he would see his mother and father before he knew it. Gilbert would happily be uncle Gil instead of papa; they just needed a few years to get things sorted. Yes. They were just getting things sorted. 

Split custody was good though, three months with Roderich, three months with Gilbert, then switch. Ludwig really didn’t move that much, and they usually spent holidays and most summers together anyway. Ludwig was only seven, he wouldn’t have had a second thought about being referred to as one of his aunt and uncle's children. Erzsébet was overly cautious though, always thinking someone could be listening from around the corner. Roderich didn’t seem as bothered by it, the silence wasn’t worth what had happened. 

Roderich promised himself it would only be a few years, once Napoleon lost power. Once France was banging down his door. He would have Ludwig back soon enough, and everything would be as it was supposed to. Until then they were to go about business as usual; no one knew of Erzsébet’s pregnancy, at least no one outside of the house, and Gilbert had sworn even now to keep Ludwig’s existence on the downlow. At least until things calmed down. 

Liesl had been asking questions though, Roderich and Erzsébet had assumed her old enough to understand the first time around what was happening. 

“Your baby brother is going to live with your onkel Gil, just for a little while, and then he’ll be back” Roderich knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her when he said it.

Napoleon couldn’t stay in power forever though, and the confederation of the Rhine wouldn’t be permanent. For a short time Roderich convinced himself Ludwig would be returned to them with the German Confederation; instead he was introduced to the split custody with Gilbert. Saying he was disappointed would be understating it, Erzsébet claimed to understand it, reminding Roderich seeing him for six months out of the year was better than not at all. 

1815, the first assembly of the German confederation. Erzsébet argued wanting to be there to ‘represent her people within the Austrian Empire” which was part of the confederation. She had more than one man scoff at her over it, but she was attending. Yes, for her people, but also for… 

“Gilbert said he would be here” She complained to Roderich, she only saw German states, too many of them. The only child in her line of vision being Luxembourg, who Gilbert was far too interested in. Ludwig was supposed to be here, where was her Ludwig? Nine years since she had seen her second child, and if he wasn’t here today as Gilbert had promised she was ready to knock heads. She sighed, turning away from Roderich, who had been hovering next to her the whole time. Her breath caught in her throat, Gilbert had just entered the room after disappearing for a few minutes. He had a boy in his arms, no older than four, he made eye contact with Erzsébet. Every noise in the room seemed to dull as Gilbert said something to the boy and he looked in her direction; she saw her son for the first time in nine years.

“Papa!” The conversation was stopped abruptly as Ludwig came running back in the gate, his hands cupped around something. He stopped in front of his father, a big smile on his face, “Guess what Lise and I found!” 

Gilbert's entire demeanor changed, adopting the same excited tone as his seven year old son; “What did you and Lise find?” 

Liesl appeared just at that moment, sitting down in an empty chair between her parents. The fifteen year old girl trying to catch her breath, after chasing Ludwig around and then following him all the way back to the garden. Roderich couldn’t help but note she had gotten mud on the bottom of her skirt; she must have fallen at some point. 

Ludwig opened his hands just a little to show his father, who promptly made a face; “Show your aunt” Gilbert told Ludwig, Erzsébet was wary for a moment. It wasn’t often her not-technically-brother-in-law had kind things in mind for her. 

Ludwig half-ran the short distance, bouncing as he stood in front of her, “Do you want to hold it?” 

“Mmm” Erzsébet hummed a bit, she wasn’t scared of much when it came to insects, small snakes, amphibians, or really anything else Ludwig would be able to find right outside the garden gate. If it disgusted Gilbert though she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to know, he wasn’t put off by much either. 

“Don’t worry mama,” Liesl tucked her legs under her, much to her fathers disgust thinking about the mud getting on her underclothes as well; Erzsébet couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mumbling. It’s not as if he did the laundry. “It’s nothing that will hurt you, Onkel Gilbert is just being a baby.” 

Gilbert feigned offense, even though everyone there knew Liesl and her uncle had been poking fun at each other for decades. Most said Liesl picked it up from her father. 

Erzí looked back to her nephew, who was still bouncing, eagerly waiting for her answer; “Okay fine, let me see it” 

She held her hands out and immediately had a small frog given to her. Erzsébet tried not to laugh, cupping one hand over the other to keep it from hopping away; “Hundreds of years on battlefields and you're disgusted by a grass frog?” 

“They’re slimy!” Gilbert argued, shaking his head as if the mere image of the frog disgusted him. Roderich rolled his eyes, he had no interest in holding the frog, but even he wasn’t so disgusted by such simple things. 

Erzsébet got out of her seat, setting the frog under a bush not far away, and watching it hop off. She noted the sun starting to disappear under the horizon. “I think it should be dinner time soon, what do you all think?” 

“Absolutely!” Gilbert stretched a little, wrapping his arm around Ludwig to doubly make sure the boy wouldn't slip off. “I’m starving, I could eat a horse” 

“I’m hungry too.” Ludwig followed his father. “I could eat two horses” 

“You know Ludwig, after dinner you have to go to bed” 

The small boy went quiet very quickly, before taking back his statement “I’m not hungry anymore.” 

A small chuckle came from all the adults, Erzsébet shrugged. “Then I suppose you can just watch while we all eat the goulash that’s simmering on the stove right now” 

Ludwig backpedaled once again, “No. I am hungry.” 

“Still so hungry you could eat two horses?” Erzsébet inquired. 

“Two and a half horses!”  

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Could you do Papa Copia x reader headcanons for an accident prone reader, but they have a high pain tolerance? They also tend to not really share their injuries as well unless absolutely necessary? Due to an ear condition I grew up with chronic pain, so at some point I just sort of got used to it. But I've done a lot of dumb things and gotten hurt from it but always played it off as if it were fine. Like my hand was small enough it got stuck in door of a car to the point it was able to lock and I couldn't pull my hand out. My mom didn't believe me when I said my hand was locked in the car until she walked around to my side. Her reaction was far bigger than mine. Or one time I burnt my hand in order to save my pizza from hitting the floor. Later my family questioned why I was just sitting eating pizza with a hand covered in blisters. I feel poor little Copia would have a heart attack 😂

I had so much fun writing these headcanons because Copia would absolutely become an even bigger worry wort than he already is if that's even possible oops. I won't say 'be careful' because as someone who is clumsy and accident prone myself I know that it can't be helped a lot of the time, so instead I'm manifesting that you never get hurt seriously!! I hope I did this request right and that you enjoy it <3 There's no smut, but there is a very slightly suggestive part nearer the end

Copia is a little oblivious to certain things, so it's not difficult to not tell him about your injuries

Especially when your injuries don't really hurt in the first place so it doesn't really register as something you'd have to tell him about

It's actually either his Ghouls or one of the other Papas that would bring it up with him

Because they'd notice that maybe you have some bruises or injuries and they're concerned that you haven't gone to the infirmary for any of them

None of them think in a million years that Copia has caused any of them, but they are a little concerned that you're hiding something because of course when someone says they tripped or fell when they get injured a lot that warning bell does instinctually ring

But then one of them see you actually fall or injure yourself and how you don't really react or show that you feel any pain and they realise very quickly what's going on

Like, they're walking a little distance behind you as you're both descending some stairs in the abbey

And they're old, steep stairs and easy to fall down

And when they watch you topple down the stairs and start yelling in a panic

But you don't even really flinch or wince when you get up. Just dust yourself off as they speed down the rest of the steps to check you over

And while they check you over and you dismiss them despite having obviously injured yourself in a way that should be more painful than you say it is they realise that your pain tolerance is very high

With the result of this pain tolerance meaning that you just play it off and don't really worry about what happened

I imagine Terzo is probably the most likely to bring it up with Copia

The moment Copia finds out how accident prone you are and how you get injured but never tell anyone because you don't really feel it as much as others would he will be hovering around you constantly for a couple of weeks

He witnesses you burning yourself getting food out of the oven and he swears he's about to have a heart attack

At this point, he now carries a first aid kit around with him everywhere even if you tell him he doesn't need to do that

He accidentally traps your finger in a door and he's more upset than you are. Cries and apologises profusely while you have to reassure him that you're fine and it really didn't hurt all that much

God forbid you ever break a bone in his presence because he will start to panic and you have to be the voice of reason calming him down and telling him what to do

It gets to a point where you have to explicitly explain to him that you grew up with chronic pain which is why your pain tolerance is so high and why you don't worry or panic when you injure yourself

And then you tell him about all the other accidents you've had around the Ministry, which is meant to comfort and reassure him that you're used to pain and know how to take care of yourself but instead it makes him worry even more

He'll feel guilty for not noticing your injuries before now and might be a little hurt that you didn't tell him because he'll take that to mean you didn't trust him

Give him time and he'll slowly come to the realisation that it was never about you trusting him. It's genuinely because you didn't see any reason to tell him because it wasn't serious, it didn't hurt, and your used to pain because of growing up with chronic pain as well as being accident prone

Terzo is a godsend because he sits Copia down to talk about how he also grew up being very accident prone and he gets it. Because Terzo doesn't tell anyone about his injuries or accidents either (much to the annoyance of Omega)

After that, Copia will still worry whenever he sees you have an accident or notices a bruise or injury

But instead of panicking or feeling guilty for not noticing, he will press gentle kisses to every bruise and injury and will ask if you need anything from him

You better believe he'll also be kissing every single injury, bruise, or scar on your body when you're in bed together too

He'll trail his fingers over any little burn or scars on your hands and fingers

Calls them a patchwork that tells your story when you're alone together

He loves you very much and hates that you get injured and have accidents so much, but after a while and being talked to by Terzo he does get it

He'll always worry, but he doesn't outwardly panic and freeze up anymore because he trusts that you'll tell him if you do have an accident or injury that's serious enough for him to know about

[solarcas]

Okay I'm no fic writer and I don't usually post story ideas like these but i'm currently in sicko salami mode and I obvs need to cope SOMEHOW so have this Dean 200-new-neurosis-at-once-type fic idea that won't stop plaguing me:

Dean and Cas get their happy ending, they finally get to settle down, quit hunting, get a house in some nice small town and be in big ol gay love w each other all that. And OFC they want to get married ofc they do they're sappy old men in love and when Dean proposed they cried a shit tone but that's not the point the point is that obviously one of them is legally dead and the other rly never much existed so actually getting legally married is kinda off the plate, and neither of them are big fans of the church for.... Obvious Reasons. So instead they plan a big party at their place, planning to invite everyone they know and just force one of their lucky guests to play priest for a bit and pronounce them married etc etc and actually thats STILL not the Point™️ the Point™️ is Dean gets so so so into planning the whole thing

I'm talking he studies the meanings of flowers in depth to get just the right ones for their table arrangements. He makes Cas practise dancing with him every day so they can be perfect at it and Cas can twirl him around on the dance floor without him crashing into the snack table (Cas as angel obviously knows all the moves and performs them perfectly even before, but there's no way he'd pass on any chance of dancing with Dean). He makes sure every guest gets their invitation weeks beforehand so that no one would end up missing. He prepares a closet with demon traps in case they need to trap Crowley should he try and interfere with the ceremony. Cas regularly catches him lost in daydreams about The Day (not that Dean admits that's what he was thinking of). The guy is PREPARED and he's EXCITED like. Neither of them had much chance or reason to celebrate in their life. So he wants to use this to the fullest.

Then one day one of their friends is over, maybe Charlie idk, and they talk abt everything they've planned so far and what they're still missing when Charlie points out "Oh what about suits? You guys gonna dress the part right?" Cas pulls a very affectionate face like he knows what's coming bc boy if there's anyone on earth that likes dressing up more than Dean. So they both turn to him expecting an answer and meanwhile Dean's brain has just turned off because. Ah. Yes. Yeah yeah the suits. Suits we should get. Suits to wear at our wedding. Because we're grooms. And grooms wear suits. Those suits. Right. And that's when he realises for the first time that all this time as he'd been visualising their perfect Happiest Day In Their Lives he had been thinking. Had been picturing himself. Not in a suit. But in a dress.

So obviously he panics and not knowing what to do with this information, he runs off mumbling something about having heard the washing machine beep and man if he doesn't put that all up right now it'll end up all wrinkly sorry- leaving behind a very surprised Charlie and an even more worried Cas.

Anyway not sure where this goes from here but ofc after much Fighting The Represso, much reassuring from Cas and probably a trip to another state to find someone willing and capable of making a wedding dress that fits a guy, Dean gets his dress and he's the prettiest groom a guy could wish for and he gets to twirl around in it all night. And ofc he has a matching white lingerie set underneath, for Cas to explode some lights over later.

[maple-sheep]

Either a rasbi and Owen fic pr a Owen and magic fic

For the magic fic maybe a punishment type thing?

I don't really have an idea for the rasbi fic tho

So sorry this took so long! I've been busy with planning a trip with my gf and a friend who I share an Ao3 account with. I will respond to asks and messages sometimes but not often during the trip!

Fic below the cut. You can also find this fic on my shared Ao3 account, SongBirdSheep!

Owen was standing near the gate when he saw Magic heading toward the gate. Owen walked over to her. "H, Magic." She jumped slightly. "Hello, Owen… What do you want?" she asked, looking down at the ground. "I want to talk to you about the person on the wall." He said, her eyes widened and she swallowed. "W-what person on the wall..?" She asked, trying to act innocent. "Oh come on Magic. I know you saw it too." She shook her head. "N-no I never saw anyone on the wall." He frowned at her. "Look, we should talk about this. Follow me." He started toward his house, Magic hesitated, she clearly didn't want to talk about it, but she followed anyways.

They went into the house, Owen closed the door behind him. "Now. Tell me what happened." He said, looking at her sternly. Magic bit her lip, she looked around nervously. "I-I don't know what y-you mean." She stuttered out. "Don't lie to me, Magic. You did see that person, and you saw the time change, why are you lying?" He demanded. Magic gulped, she didn't have any excuse for that. "Magic…" He growled, he grabbed her wrist roughly. "No! I seriously didn't see anything!" She tried so struggle away from him, but he had a strong grip. "Stop acting like a child. Tell me." He pulled her closer to him. "I'm-m not lying!" She cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Liar!" He yelled at her, pulling her close to his chest. "Fuck! Stop it!" She screamed as he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed roughly, making her scream in pain when her food hit a bedpost. He quickly undressed her and grabbed some rope, tying her hands together and then to the headboard. He then climbed on top of her. "No! No please!" She cried, tears flowing freely down her face. "Shh…" He whispered, kissing her lips softly. "This will only hurt for a while. Then you can go back to lying to me." He smiled down at her, kissing her cheek. "Please! Don't do this!" She begged, tears still pouring down her face. "Shhh, be quiet."

He trailed a hand down her stomach and pressed two fingers to her clit. "Ah!" She gasped. He began to rub circles on her clit, making her moan loudly. He continued to play with her clit, causing her to moan louder. After a few minutes he stopped. "Ah! Please! Keep going!" She cried, shaking under him. "Why would I stop?" He smirked down at her, leaning down to kiss her again. He slowly slipped a finger inside of her pussy, pumping it in and out of her. She whined, arching her back and pressing against his clothed cock. "Oh my god…" She whimpered, grinding herself against his finger. He pulled it back out and continued to rub her clit while he leaned down and began to lick at her nipples. She struggled against the restraints but she knew she wasn't strong enough to brake out of them. He licked her nipples more aggressively, making her moan louder. He moved his tongue lower, moving to lick her pussy. "Oh my god… Oh my god!" She cried out, shaking under him. He slid another finger inside of her, pumping both of them in and out of her. He licked at her clit faster and faster, making her cum within minutes. He removed his fingers and kissed up her body, stopping to suck on one of her breasts. He continued to suck on it, making her moan. "Oh my god! Please keep doing that!" She begged, whining under him. He sucked harder on it, making her cry out. After a minute he released it and started to bite her neck, he didn't leave any visible marks above the collarbone, but he left purple and black marks on her skin under the collarbone.

He then kissed up her body, revealing his toned body and hard nipples. He leaned down and licked up her body again, stopping to suck on her other breast. He sucked even harder than before, making her moan louder than before. After a couple minutes he stopped sucking on her breasts and leaned down to kiss her. He started to play with her clit again, making her moan even louder than before. After a minute or so she squeezed her legs together as she came.

Owen looked down at it for a moment, trailing his fingers through her cum before wiping his hands on the side of her face. He didn't really give her much time before he went back to rub her clit again. Magic squirmed, the overstimulation hurt. But Owen didn't seem to care, he just kept rubbing her clit. Magic couldn't help but enjoy it, even if she did feel bad about lying to him. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled off his clothes, revealing his large cock. He leaned down and sucked on her tits again, making her moan louder. He took a deep breath and then pressed his cock into her, once he got the tip in he thrusted the rest in with one harsh thrust. Magic screamed out loud, her entire body tensing up. Owen just smiled down at her and then started to pound into her. Magic's screams grew louder and louder as he pounded harder and harder. She wrapped her legs around Owen.

She felt bad for kind of liking this, she shouldn't like it. But… Owen started to play with her clit as he continued to fuck her, making her cum again. Owen slowed down after a few more thrusts, he wanted to make sure she stayed quiet during the whole thing. He continued to fuck her gently, his cock sliding easily in and out of her wet pussy. Magic moaned softly, she loved how gentle he was being now. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She had never been fucked like this before, and it felt amazing. After a few more thrusts he slammed into her one last time, filling her with his hot cum. They laid there for a few moments before Owen finally let go of her. He untied her wrists from the bedposts and got dressed. He then left her to get dressed herself. For a few minutes, she didn't move. She just laid there. She was tempted to just fall asleep, but she didn't know if Owen would let her sleep in his bed. She sat up and got dressed.

[jazzymothcryptid]

Ghosts of Time Chapter 1: Nightmares and Visions.

Soldier waited under the tree for hours. He lost his sense of time, as he was pondering. Was it really just his mind playing tricks on him again? Was it something else? What could possibly make such a noise? Even if it was his PTSD, what in his past could've made such a cry?

It was around noon, Soldier grew tired, nodding off to sleep. He hoped he'd dream of something that will distract him. And at first it was. He dreamt of hanging out with Demoman, blowing stuff up together. It however, morphed into something horrific. Screams of agony heard again, whispers spoke in his ears, they were so loud. Reminding Soldier of what he did during the war. What he had seen. His Mistakes.

Soldier woke up in a cold sweat. There wasn't anyone around him. Looking at the sun it seemed to be the evening. Soldier Sighed and got up, unsure of what to do.

Heading inside, Demo was on the couch, drinking as per usual. Soldier walked over and sat down, taking off his helmet.

"Lad, you seem off, whats wrong with yer?" Demo turned to Soldier.

"Do you ever feel like something's haunting you?" Soldier Looked at Demo with a worried expression. "Like, more than your past"

"aye not really. something's worrying ya lad. Maybe all these battles we're gettin' in is makin' your mind play tricks on yeh." Demo guzzled down some alcohol. "Did ye hear anything without yer aid thingies?"

Solder just grumbled. "nobody believes me when I say this isn't like normal..." He hoped Demo would listen. "you understand right?"

"Nope." Demo continued to down some alcohol. "But I do belive you when you say it isn't normal. yer probably developing some other problem lad."

"never thought of it that way now I think about it." Soldier looked down. "but what..."

"Yeh should go see medic lad, he can help. maybe." Demo's voice Wasnt reassuring. "aye if not ye can always talk with me lad. i might not belive everythin' you say but I always listen to yer lad." Demo gave Soldier a soft smile, and put his arm on Soldier's shoulder. "While the others think you're going crazy, I knew you've always been crazy Solly!" He chuckled. Soldier smiled back, putting his hand on Demo's Cheek softly. He felt something fluster inside him, and quickly let go and turned around. "pff what was that lad? yer all red!"

"i dunno im sorry im sorry im sorry" Soldier cried.

"Dont be lad, that was adorable!" Demo laughed. Soldier covered his face in embarrassment. he didn't know what to think right now.

As Soldier was covering his face, and Demo was laughing, Medic walked in. "What the hell is going on here?" he chuckled to himself. "What happened, you alright Soldier?". Soldier spoke in his hands, it was all muffled and annoyed. "ach, well you'll be fine."

Soldier lifts his face from his hands and spoke to medic "Demo said something about me possibly developing some other issue. it might not be my PTSD entirely"

Medic raised a brow. "That is possible, but highly unlikely. id recommend waiting a little and seeing what other symptoms persist before jumping to conclusion."

"makes sense enough to me." Soldier put his helmet back on. "I'm gonna go chat with Engie." Soldier, still red in the face, walked away.

Somewhere in the basement, where Engie usually lurks, Soldier froze in fear. He stared upwards at what was staring down at him. He began to shake. There was this...thing... staring down at him. it had eyes, everywhere. all along it's body. its mouth opened like some sort of hideous flower. where eyes should be on it, were two horns. it had a long snout, and took the shape of some sort of wolf? it was hard to tell. It leaned down towards solder, opening its mouth.

Soldier let out a scream, and ran away. Unsuprisingly, it chased him. Soldier wound up tripping, his helmet falling off his head, leaving a crack in it. The Thing inched closer, and closer to Soldier, before hearing Engie's voice.

"Soldier, Everything alright down there partner?" He seemed to be walking to Soldier's location. The Creature scurried away, leaving just Soldier. something about this thing was it was entirely silent. Engie crept to where Soldier was, and looked down at him. He stared at soldier, who was very frightened, and his helmet was broken. "You alright? you were screaming very loudly!"

"you- you saw that right!?" Soldier's voice was panicked. He looked around frantically, breathing heavily. Engie helped soldier up. Soldier looked around, and tried to see if there were claw marks. nothing. he turned back to engie.

"Saw what? all i heard was your scream, and your helmet falling!" He looked concerned. "you sure its not ju-" Soldier cut Engie off.

"IM SURE!" he snapped loudly, annoyed. "Forget it." soldier picked up the helmet and ran upstairs again.

"Soldier..." Engie just looked down, concerned. but he let soldier run off, knowing how he gets when he's hearing things. "I hope he's doing alright..."

Hours passed and he didnt even come for dinner. It was dead night. he looked outside his window, and saw sniper going out to hunt, he was carrying a gun. Soldier couldn't get the image of such a hideous beast out of his mind. He fell into bed, falling asleep once more, with his aids still turned on...

"AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" Sniper screamed in terror. Gunshots were heard.

Soldier Sat up swiftly upon hearing the screams, and looked back outside, Sniper was nowhere to be seen. Soldier quickly Grabbed his Shotgun, and bolted out the door, as the other mercs were leaving their rooms, groggy, upon hearing the noise.

Soldier ran quickly to where he heard the scream. "Please be alive, please be alive please be alive... PLEASE BE ALIVE." he kept saying to himself, almost to keep himself from being afraid... because, he was very...very...afraid...

[moonlit-mizukage]

Hey! Sorry it took me a minute to pick a range of characters. (Also, feel free to ignore any that you don't vibe with — I love Chappell Roan but her songs are definitely on the explicit side of things!!)

Cruel Summer — Taylor Swift (fluff, maybe a bit angsty or hurt/comfort-ish) Kita

Hi Hi! I hope this is okay! I was a little stumped by this song ngl, but hopefully you like this fic:) Thank you so much for participating in my milestone event!! Its sorta hurt comfort, I think ahaha!!

Third Person POV

It was just a simple kiss to prove the Miya's wrong…. Right? Not to Y/n. She craved the touch of Kita again. They were once highschool sweethearts, who are now basically strangers. So why does she feel this way? 

Kita never wanted to end things with her. He only broke it off after finding out from Atsumu she was headed to Tokyo after graduation. He was to stay behind and work on his family’s rice farm. Ending things when he did seemed easier at the time. 

But it was a simple kiss that brought it all back up. Y/n was dared to kiss Kita when he walked in the door of the Miya’s home......

“What the hell just happened?” A surprised Suna said from behind Kita. 

“I want to know the same thing.” Kita said, looking into Y/n’s eyes. 

“You know what? Where’s the alcohol you promised Miya’s? I need a drink.” Y/n said walking away from Kita. 

“So we are just going to Ignore that?” Aran asked, just as confused as Kita. 

Y/n could be seen in the kitchen doing a shot with Atsumu and Osamu pulled out the onigiri. 

“Should we really be underage drinking?” Kita asked Aran. ‘

“We just graduated! Let loose a bit.” Aran said as he patted Kita’s back. 

Kita sighed as Aran went into the kitchen to make a drink for himself. Only Kita was driving as Aran and Suna lived close enough to walk there. 

Y/n looked back to Kita as he began to walk into the house more. Kita made eye contact with Y/n as she looked away quickly. 

Y/n grabbed the bottle of hennessy off the counter and poured herself a drink. She smiled at Atsumu before taking the first sip. 

“Oh gosh.” She said as she swallowed the warm liquor. “That was gross, you got any ice?” 

Before anyone knew what was happening, the party was in full swing. Y/m was very much intoxicated as Kita watched her closely. Her friend Mai grabbed her hands and danced around the room. Kita began to worry as he saw how intoxicated Y/n was. 

Y/n was dancing when suddenly she tripped and fell onto the Miya’s coffee table. She smacked her arm on the corner causing it to bleed slightly. Kita rushed to her aid as he got Atsumu to bring bandaids. 

“I think I should take her home.” Kita announced. No one opposed as he helped her up. He brought her to his car and put her in the passenger seat. He buckled her in as he rushed around the car to the driver's seat. 

Kita began to pull out of the driveway. The ride was silent for just a moment. It was until Kita heard a soft sniffle. 

“Y/n! What’s wrong?” Kita asked as he placed a hand on her knee. 

“Shin…. Shin I just- I just love you so much it hurts.” 

Kita gulped as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. 

“Y/n, you don’t mean that. I know the kiss was a dare.” He said. 

“It was a dare to show I am over you, but it was a lie. I'm sooooo not over Kita Shinsuke.I love him- I mean you- so much.” 

“Y/n please don’t play with my heart right now.” 

“Dudddeeee I am drunk. You think I could- I could lie?” She began to cry harder after she said that. “I love you asshole!” She shouted. She began to undo her seat belt and try to open the door. “Unlock the door, Kita.” She snapped. 

“No Y/n… you’re drunk. I am not letting you wander the streets like this. Besides, I would never forgive myself.” 

“Kita.” She cried. “I don’t want to be near you- it just makes me want you more- i cant- I cant do this.” 

“Y/n, let’s talk when you are sober.” 

“NO!” She yelled. “I need to leave!” 

Kita was running out of ideas so he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. 

Y/n was taken back and pulled away, sitting back in her seat. She put her seat back on and huffed. 

Kita drove her the rest of the way home in silence. When he pulled up in the driveway she got out quietly and went to her house. 

Kita sighed to himself as he watched her go. 

The next morning Kita woke up bright and early and headed to Y/n’s house. He walked up to the front door and knocked. 

“Oh Kita! It’s been a long time! How have you been?” The lady said from in the doorway. 

“Hello Mrs Y/l/n. Is Y/n home? I need to talk to her.” Kita said. 

“She’s still asleep.” 

“It’s urgent.” Kita said rather seriously. 

“Oh dear, okay come on in. Just go to her room, you know where it is.” Y/n’s mom said. 

Kita walked up to her bedroom door and opened it slightly. He could see her spread out starfish style snoring. He smiled to himself. Kita entered the room as he crouched down beside her bed. 

“Y/n.” He laughed as he shook her ever so slightly.  He got no response, so he tried again, and again and again, until finally he got a response. 

“Whaaaaat?” She groaned. 

“It’s Shinsuke. Can we talk?” 

Y/n jumped up as she moved her hair around out of her face. She straightened up her clothes and looked at Kita. 

“Why are you here, Kita?” 

“Call me Shin, like you used to….please?” 

“Kita you dumped me, remember?” She said, turning away.

“I made a mistake Y/n. Our time apart has been hell on earth. I can’t be without you. I don’t want to be without you… please…” 

“Shin… I will move to Tokyo in two weeks. What would happen to us?” 

“My uncle can get me a job in Tokyo at one of the markets. He said I can live with him and everything.” 

“When did you have time to talk to him about this?” SHe asked. 

“Last week.. I can’t stop thinking about you Y/n.” 

“Shin…. I love you… but that’s not what you want.” 

“It’s only temporary while you go to University. Then we can move back to Hyogo. I’m willing to give it another shot if you are.”

“Shin.. there's nothing more that I want anymore. Without you I feel empty. I hate feeling like this. I hate being apart from you.” Y/n said. 

“Then please, take me back?” 

“Yes, Shin.” 

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss. She giggled as she pulled him into her bed. He laid down and pulled her into his chest. He stroked her hair as he smiled.  

“I love you so much, Y/n.”