#SOME people want to play this game to wind down?? and chill?? and have some fucking fun once in a while?? did you ever consider that?

[melaks]

Every splatfest I'm reminded how scummy some people get when I'm fucking spawncamped for two and a half of the the three fucking minutes in the match so fun and cool I hope at least YOU had fun. Fucking losers.

[angelfrombeneth]

7 MINUTES - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* During a late night with your friends, after a chaotic slytherin party - you all wind down in the boys dorms. After a while, a game is played with a twist, Who knows what'll happen in that small wardrobe.

Warnings: SMUT, Switch!Theo, Switch!Reader, Oral both F & M!Receiving, Breathplay, Dacryphillia

A/N: This isn't proof read, I apologise. I've been really busy with deadlines so writing may not be as good. I'm writing a good two part smut that'll come out soon!

You and Theodore are friends, and have been for years. You both harbour a small crush on one another but neither of you two know about the others crush - and neither do your friends, except Pansy.

Pansy knows every single secret that passes through Hogwarts. She knows everything about everyone and basically has hundreds of secrets at her disposal. Times like these, makes you grateful you guys are friends and not enemies.

After an infamous Slytherin party, which was chaotic as always. You all retreated up to the boys dorm and into Mattheo, Theodore and Enzo's shared dorm - much to Mattheo's dismay.

Mattheo stumbled over to his bed, crashing face first into the pillows, letting out a loud groan.

"I told you not to drink so much" Pansy scoffed, throwing a pillow harshly at him as she grabbed your hand and pulled you over to Enzo, who was sat on his bed.

You sat, giggling as you snuggled between Pansy and Enzo. The pair cuddling you from both sides.

"Why is it that the gay ones get the most action" Draco scoffed in our direction. Sitting beside Blaise on Theo's bed as Theo sat pratically ontop of Mattheo.

"Don't be upset Draco, we get more action that you" Pansy snickered.

"Fuck off" Draco scoffs.

At that moment Daphne, Luna, Astoria, Cedric and Hermione join. Hermione was particularly nervous being in the Slytherin common room, especially the fact her two best friends are Slytherin mega haters.

You and Pansy had adopted Hermione into your 'girlie' group after you heard abt issues between her and Ron, she needed some girly guidance and you guys were there.

"Mione!" You cheered, as she smiled seeing you as she walked over you both exchanging a hug.

"Nice to know your excited to see me Y/N" Astoria scoffed. You and Astoria were good friends, with her being Daphne's younger sister she was worried about bonding with people - but you two were like glue always having the best jokes together.

"Shut up Tori" You laughed.

Everyone sat down in huddles and exchanged light conversation. Mattheo pulled out his bong which got everyone looking at him. It wasn't long before everyone sat in a circle and was passing it around and basking in the 'chill vibes'.

You were sat inbetween Enzo and Astoria, giggling away at something Enzo had said. You felt eyes on you, and looked up to see Theo's dark piercing gaze looming over you. He had been looking at you all night, you noticed it and he knew you knew. But you both were too pussy to even make a move.

He turned away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, covering the end as he lit it with his lighter before taking the cigarette between his fingers, leaning back and exhaling up in the air. His arms tensed as he held his weight his muscles slightly prominent. Theo was the definition of a sleeper build, you didn't know for sure but what you had seen from his arms you had a suspicion.

"Alright!" Pansy slapped her hands together. "I think we should play a game. How about, kiss or tell~" She sang. Everyone laughing at her, a few groans sounding around the room.

"Kiss or tell?" Hermionie questioned.

Daphne giggled at her as she sat back on Blaises lap, "Its where someone asks you kiss or tell, you choose and if it's kiss- we spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you kiss OR tell, you have to answer a truth question". Hermione nodded.

"Okay... I'll start Kiss or Tell.. Enzo" Pansy smiled to Enzo.

"Tell because I know you want some secrets" Enzo smirked.

"I always do, now.. Is it true you hooked up with Pucey and Wood in the same night" Everyone's head snapped to Enzo hearing the same rumour had been circulating Hogwarts for a few weeks.

"Yes and No? I did hook up with Pucey and Wood in the same night but it was also Fred Weasley too" He smirked. Everyone laughing at his response.

"You whore!" Draco laughed.

"I always knew you were sneaky" Mattheo looked at Enzo.

"Is that why I had to sleep on the fucking common room couch?" Theo scoffed.

Everyone laughed due to Theo's confession. The game went on a few more times, Draco choosing to kiss Blaise, Blaise admiring he blocked the toilet, Cedric and Enzo kissing, Pansy and Luna kissing, Hermione and Daphnne kissing, Enzo and You kissing which then brings you back to Enzo again.

"OK OK.. Astoria, Kiss or Tell?"

"Kiss duh!" She said as she pushed her hair back from her shoulders.

"Kiss... Mattheo" Enzo span the bottme, watching as it landed on Mattheo, he smirked. Only you, Pansy and Enzo knew of Astoria's mini crush on Mattheo.

You hid your mouth behind your hand as he grinned. Her eyes shooting daggers towards you and Enzo.

"Pucker up, sugar tits" Mattheo sighed as he watched Astoria get up from her spot.

"Shut up Mattheo" She groaned as she crouched before him, placing her hand on his shoulder as she kissed him.

Whopping sounded through the room as the pair kissed, after a few moment they pulled away- surprisingly both very red.

"Mattheo are you hard" Theo teased him, earning a massive smack over the head. "Ow! Fuck!"

You giggled slightly as Theo, rubbed the back of his head, looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanna change the rules because that was cruel!" She smirked as she rubbed her chin, staring directly at you. "Y/N" She cooed.

You stared at her blankly. "7 minutes" everyone sounded intruiged. "In the wardrobe with... Theodore" Astoria didn't know about your crush on Theo. Only Pansy but you froze when she said his name.

"Interesting pairing Tori" Blaise quirked.

"Very interesting actually, I didn't expect that" Cedric looked to Enzo, him nodding along.

You stood up, darting your eyes over to Pansy who had a devilish grin.

"While your both in there we will play Spin the bottle!" Astoria clasped her hands. You turned your head away from her and was faced with a chest. Theo's chest as he stood infront of you. You froze for a moment but he took your wrist and guided you over to the slightly walk in wardrobe. The pair of you pulled the door to the side as you stepped in, closing the door.

"Seven minutes!" Astoria yelled and that's the last thing you heard before shut.

"Why would she change the game" You scoffed, leaning against the wall.

"Very Astoria, flippy-floppy as always" He laughed. The small light in the room, lighting up his face slightly but it was still quiet dark. The pair of you leaning against opposite walls as you looked at eachother. Despite being on other sides it was a small wardrobe. His leg was pratically sandwiched between yours as you both cramped in here. Theo was like 6'1 and you were like 5'6 so the height difference was a bit.

"Its so cramped in here" You moved slightly, looming up to see Theo right above you. This was a very uncomftable situation and you were getting hot. "Its quite hot in here-" You awkwardly laughed as you fanned yourself.

Theo smirked down at you, noticing your very prominent cheeks. He had an ideas, he wanted to test- it was either now or never. He lifted his leg slightly between yours rubbing his thigh against your core as yiu squeaked. "Sorry, its quite tight-"

Your face reddened, your mind was plagued with dirty thoughts as you let out a shaky laugh. "Its ok-" You croaked.

"Fuck my life, your oblivious" Theo groaned as he placed a hand on your neck, crashing his lips against yours. You froze for a moment which caused Theo to pull away. Before he could say anything you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back as your lips hit eachothers. This is all you wanted, was to kiss Theo.

Theo's free hand slid down your waist and around to your ass as he squeezed it slightly. You gasped at the motion which he took as an invitation to shove his tonguebin your mouth. The two of you were making out for what felt like forever before you both pulled away panting.

You stared at him, his face just millimeteres from yours. You can feel eachothers breath on one another. You saw his lips curl into a smirk as he pecked your lips once more before latching his mouth to your neck. It took you off guard and you let out a soft squeak as you leaned your head back. His lips were attacking your neck, nibbling and sucking but not enough to leave a prominent hickey which you were grateful. He moved further down towards your chest before stopping and looking up at you. You smiled down at him and he took that as permission as he reached round and unzipped your strapless dress, watching as it fell from your body revealing your extremely bare breasts.

"One piece of fabric covering these.. Fuck me" He smirked, kissing towards your breast before latching his mouth onto them, sucking the skin softly as he groped the other one with his hand. You let out soft shaky moans, gripping his hair tightly as you leaned your head back.

"Fuck- Teddy" you sighed, you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pulled away, dropping to his knees as he pushed you up against the folding door. It rustled for a moment but you were too invested in Theo. He bit and sucked at your thighs, definitely leaving marks here as he moved closer and closer to your core. His fingers hooking on the sides of your panties as he looked up at you.

"May I?" You nodded as he smiled, pulling tour panties down slowly as you quickly stepped out of them and he tucked them in his pocket. "Going to keep these, a little trophy"

Before you could protest his hand pushed your stomach as you leaned back against the door, your hands tangled in his hair as you peered down at him.

"Don't worry Bella, I'm a master" He smirked as he tapped your thigh for you to spread your legs before diving in head first.

You yelped, gripping at his hair as you leaned back, nibbling at your lip to hold your moans in. You gasped as you felt his tongue move inside of you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate you out.

You were entranced in heaven. Theo lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you really were in heaven. You tugged his hair as you let out soft moans, being careful not to be too loud.

"Fuck!" Your body betraying you as you slapped a hand over your mouth quickly as you grinded down on his face. Your eyes rolling in pleasure as he tongue moved lyrically against your folds. Like he was singing a song. The way he swirled and flicked had you nearly on the floor, if it wasn't for him and the door supporting you.

You gasped loudly as you whimpered out tugging his hair before throwing your head back and cumming all over his face. You panted heavily, your hand still over your mouth as you stood out of breath.

Theo pulled away, putting your leg down as he smirked, licking his lips as he stood up to look at you. "Taste perfect"

You gulped as you looked up at him.

"I love how you're still nervous, you're cute. Now taste yourself" He smiled as he kissed you softly once again. His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You could feel his clothed boner rubbing against your stomach as you gulped.

"Mhm.. Cute" He smiled as he pulled away. Theo didn't expect anything from you which was a huge change. He wanted to pleasure you and that's that- but you wanted to pleasure him.

You took his wrist looking at his watch. 4 minutes. You flicked your hair back as you settled onto your knees. Theo looking down at your questionably as you tugged at his trousers.

"Oh- Bella you don't have to-"

"Shh, I want to" You smiled, yanking off his belt, dropping it to the floor as you unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down.

His throbbing erection directly infront of you in his boxers. You took a deep breath before yanking down his boxers, as they dropped to his ankles. Watching as his dick sprung out. You stared up at him in disbelief due to the size. You hasn't been with anyone this big before.

"You think you can take it, Principessa" He smirked as he caressed your cheek.

"I can try" You chuckled, pumping him a few times before licking the tip softly. His bottle lip instantly retracting into his mouth as he bit the flesh. You worked on getting him excited, licking up his length and swirling your tongue around the tip as you listened to his gasps and sighs above.

After a small amount of teasing you took the first few inches into your mouth. Sucking softly as you used your hands to satisfy the rest. Soft moans left his mouth as his hand collected your hair and yanked it into a ponytail.

"Fuck- your so hot" He sighed.

You take a few more inches, bobbing your head up and down at this point as you gripped his thigh. After getting used to it you took him in whole. You gagged slightly at first but continued to swirl your tongue around his whole length as you moved your head up and down against it. Theo's soft whines leaving his lips as he leaned back, panting heavily.

"Fuck yes.. More" He whimpered out as he pleaded to you. You didn't know you needed to see a submissive Theodore till now.

You continued to work your magic, popping his dick out your mouth as you licked and sucked the side before deep throwing yet again. The moans and whines from him as he hit your throat were amazing. You snaked your free hand that wasn't gripping his thigh down between your legs and you rubbed your clit. Grinding down against it as you hummed, bobbing your head. He was making you feel good all over and it was driving you insane.

"Fuck- Y/N- I can't hold back.. Fuck im sorry" He yelped as he gasped, gripping your hair tightly as he began to fuck into your mouth. It didn't take you completely off guard as you prepared for it. Your eyes rolled slightly as he continuesly hit the back of your throat, light gags coming from you as you slid your finger past your folds and inside of you as you fucked yourself.

Theo's breathless moans and whines sounded the wardrobe as he growled as he fucked into your throat harshly. Tears streaming down your face as your hand gripped harder on his thigh.

"Yes, take it like the slut you are hmm.. your a slut for me right" You hummed loudly as you sobbed with his cock full in your mouth.

"Love it, when cry for me" He smirked, watching as tears fell down your face. His pace speeding up at the sight.

You needed to tap out it was too much for you, you pushed your finger inside you once more before you came all over it, quickly pulling you as you gripped his thighs tightly aa his pace sped. You gaged quite loudly as tears poured from your eyes. Theo pulled out quickly for a moment, jerking himself off harshly as he took your head in his hand. "Yiu ok- Fuck" He moaned as he panted, his dick twitching in his fist.

You coughed slightly, before wiping your mouth and eyes looking up at him nodding.

"Good girl- Ah.. fuck- stick out your tongue" He groaned, as he watched you stick your tongue out staring up at him. His thrusts his hand roughly over his dick as he let out a deep groan as his body jerked as he came on your face, but mostly in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, before licking your lips and wiping some off your cheek and sucking your finger. You stood up looking up at him and smiling as he smiled softly at you, with a fucked out expression.

He leaned against the wall panting heavily as his hand was over his eyes. "Fuck- I can't even see straight" He laughed. You giggled, taking his wrist checking the time and seeing 1 minute.

You pulled your dress back on, zipping it up as you pulled Theo's phone from his jeans, fixing your makeup in the minimal light.

"You got me fucked up" He laughed, pulling up his boxers and jeans and buckling his belt before wiping his face over and ruffling his hair.

"Good, and I'd happily do it again" You smirked, flattening your hair out as the two of you now look widely presentatable.

Just in the moment you heard a mumble before light pours into the wardrobe as the door is ripped open. You squinted adjusting to the light, everyone looking at the pair of you.

"What! I wanted to catch them fucking or something" Mattheo scoffed.

"Boring, I would've been so down for that" Astoria groaned.

"We just spoke, there's nothing else to do" You shrugged, walking back to the group. Pansy's eyes like daggers on you and Theo as she scanned you both. You'd nearly gotten away with it until you turned towards Daphne who was sat next to her to reply and she saw the dark bite mark on your thigh just under your dress.

"Gotcha" She smirked to you and you looked at her clueless. You sat back down in your seat opposite Theo as the two of you smiled to one another.

You'd be doing this again sometime soon...

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[lipglossanon]

Shimmer

Leon S. Kennedy x Fox Fem!reader <one shot>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, very little world building, smut a plenty 😆, Leon POV, hybrid reader, teasing, flirting, kissing, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, creampies

not proofread ✌️ just a smutty hybrid au

title from Shimmer by Fuel

Leon couldn’t believe his eyes. You wind around the trunk of a tree, bright eyes locked on him as a little smile hovers on your lips like a secret. He swallows, tracking your movement, tenebrous colored tail flickering in and out of the tree line. He didn’t know he’d see a pretty little fox this far out. 

Leon planned for his four day weekend to be a relaxing hike in the local mountains, camping for a night (maybe two), and then heading back home to veg out in front of the tv before the next work week starts. He’s been out here in the forest for a few hours now and finally found a place to bed down for the night when you appear. A gray fox isn’t as common as the red, but he’s heard people in town talk about the few that have been spotted out here in Arklay. 

Leon doesn’t consider himself a hardcore outdoorsman, but he at least knows enough about the local wildlife. The closer you get to his little campsite the more enraptured he becomes; you’re absolutely captivating. His fire crackles and keeps him warm despite the chill permeating the night air; he’s afraid to move once you take a graceful seat on the opposite side of his fire pit, flames highlighting the hollows of your face. 

“Hi,” you smile, sharp little fangs glinting at him. 

“H-hi,” he croaks, throat dry so he tries to clear it.

“Camping, hmm?” Your gaze lazily drifts to his tent and satchel before landing back on him. 

“Yeah, needed a break,” he shrugs, hands clasping together to give them something to do, “you live near here?”

“Now why would I tell a stranger where I live?” You laugh, a throaty sound that makes Leon’s blood run hot. 

A flush overtakes his cheeks, “Sorry, I-I’m just making small talk.”

You laugh again, tail shifting to drape across your lap, “You’re cute. What’s your name?”

“Leon. What’s yours?”

He listens as you answer but his eyes can’t stop darting between your perked ears and soft tail. 

“Do you want to pet me?” You grin, tail swishing back to your side. 

“What—no, I mean, maybe,” Leon’s sweating bullets, mesmerized by you but also terrified you might rip his throat out with your sharp little teeth.

Smiling even broader, you stand up and make your way to him, folding down into a crouch in front of him. This close up, Leon quickly takes in your facial features before noticing the small black collar wrapped around your neck; his eyes trace down the modest sundress to your bare legs and feet. 

“Aren’t you cold?” He murmurs, blue eyes roving back up to your curious gaze. 

“No,” you smile, “but I’ll be sure to let you know if I am.”

Leon blushes and you look delighted, kneeling closer to peer up at him. 

“You’re pretty far out for camping, little Leon,” you fingers graze over his jeans, sharp nails making his pulse race, “aren’t you scared you’ll run into some big scary animal?”

Swallowing, he shakes his head no, “I-I brought bear mace and I’m sticking to the game warden trails.”

He watches your head tilt as one of your ears flick back, listening to the dark forest behind you. 

“Hmmm, you should be safe enough then,” your smile returns and Leon feels your tail brush across his arm, “want to see how soft it is?”

With hands steadier than his heart, Leon carefully strokes over the soft fur. It’s more silver than grey with a streak of black that ends at tip of your tail. Some white highlights catch his eye as his hand softly glides down the length. 

“It’s lovely,” he murmurs, dazed eyes coming back up to lock on your bright ones. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you purr, flicking your tail away behind you, ears perking forward, “you’re no slouch yourself.”

You let your nails brush across his sandy blonde fringe before pulling away. Leon doesn’t know what it is but he’s so drawn to you that his defenses are completely down. So he makes no move to stop you when you drag those sharp claw tips across his scalp and down his neck. 

A low groan slips from his mouth and he jerks away, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck. You laugh and inch closer, hands moving down to skate up his jean clad thighs before resting on his chest.  

“Little Leon,” you coo, “are you feeling flushed? You look red.”

“I’m,” he coughs, trying to cover up his nerves, “maybe I’m just too close to the fire.”

“Do you need help to your tent?” You hold his gaze, your little grin showing off an incisor, “don’t want you to pass out.”

Your fingers drum across his pecs and he has the intrusive thought of you ripping into his shirt to tease his nipples. Biting back another groan, he nods jerkily. 

“I should probably lay down,” he clumsily stands, watching as you easily stand next to him, hands hovering over his shoulders. 

“I’ll help,” you take his arm and guide him the few feet away over to his accommodations for the night.

Pulling back the flap, you help Leon ease down onto his knees so he can kick off his boots before placing them inside next to the opening. Before he can thank you, you crawl in next to him, tail brushing across him as you splay out on his sleeping bag. 

“Comfy,” you pat the space next to you, “come lay down, Leon.”

His cock twitches in interest and he quickly zips the tent closed; the light glow of the fire can still be seen through the mesh. Moving over to you, he copies you, lying on his side with his head propped against his arm.

“Figured you might like some company tonight,” your eyes drop down to his mouth, “don’t want you to feel scared.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, pulse thundering in his neck as you shift closer, legs tangling with his. 

“Maybe,” you murmur, lips ghosting across his, “you should get comfortable for bed.”

Without any other prompting, he quickly shucks off his jeans and socks before taking his shirt off just leaving him in his briefs. His cock sits half hard against his thigh and he watches as your greedy eyes take him all in.

“Mmm, not bad,” you grin at him, tail waving back and forth behind you. 

He settles back where he was and you move into his space, lips kissing across his jaw before pressing softly against his own mouth. With a groan, Leon lets your hot tongue lick into his mouth, hips rolling forward until you finally push him on his back and lay atop him. You break the kiss once to stare down in his face while you rock your wet little cunt against his bulge before lapping at his parted lips. 

Kissing you messily, Leon can’t stop from moaning and groping your ass through your sundress. The hard press of your nipples against his chest makes him grind against the apex of your thighs even rougher. Pulling away, you raise up into a sitting position over his lap. Your sharp nails tease across his pink nipples and his whole body jolts like he got an electric shock. 

“Oh, Leon,” you grin. 

He feels powerless while your fingers pinch and tug his stiff buds until he’s mewling and rocking up into your ass. Hands grabbing onto your thighs, he presses your dress up until he can see your bare cunt coated in clear slick that makes his mouth water. 

“Sit on my face,” he pants, “fuck, sit that fucking chubby pussy on my face, please.”

“What a dirty boy,” you lean forward and bite his nipple. 

Leon keens in his throat, a sharp high noise he’s never made in his life. Fuck, he thinks he might cum from just you abusing his nipples. His eyes flutter as your wet little mouth decides to suckle and tease his swollen buds; your sharp teeth scraping across them has his cock weeping precum, staining his briefs. 

“I-I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” he finally gets out, hands tangling in his own hair, “fuck, please baby, sit on my face.”

“I guess since you’re being so good,” you sigh, sitting up to pull your dress up and off, nude body coming into view for the first time. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out, eyes sweeping down your body. 

Your ears twitch and you smile, “You’re so sweet, Leon. Now sit back so I can ride your face.”

“Please,” he whines, helping you crawl up his body.

As you move, Leon shimmies his briefs down and off his legs. Your knees then rest on either side of his head and you gently sit your fat dripping cunt down onto his face. With a moan, Leon’s lapping and sucking up all of the slick coating your pussy lips, tongue running up and down your slit. Settling more of your weight down, you relax against him and he humps the air, cock drooling everywhere as he licks your pussy. 

“So good, Leon,” grinding your cunt down on his mouth, he flattens his tongue letting you rut against the slick muscle. 

He moans, hands cupping your ass to keep you from moving off of his face. Even if he suffocated, Leon would die a happy man. Chillbumps race down his body when your tail brushes over his chest and stomach. The soft fur of your tail eventually drapes itself over his stiff and leaking cock making him lap eagerly into your cunt, tongue fluttering against your pussy walls. 

“Right there,” you purr, nails carding through his hair and scratching at his scalp, “suck on my clit and I’ll cum all over your pretty mouth, Leon.”

More precum leaks from his slit, cock so swollen it aches. His eyes shut in an effort to control himself, control his thoughts before he cums all over himself like some virgin. You rock and grind down on his tongue, low moans filling the tent as he laps along your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Keening, you press your bodyweight down, making sure he stays suckling your swollen bud until your orgasm finally overtakes you. 

Leon moans just as loudly as you do, drinking up your slick like he’s a man dying of thirst. You undulate in place until the overwhelming feeling of his mouth has you shifting back down into his lap with a pleased little hum. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he rasps, eyes blown out as he takes in your relaxed posture.

“Glad to know,” you tease, running your hands down his pecs and across his puffy nipples. 

He lets out a low hiss but doesn’t stop your touches. Your soft hands drift down to the thatch of hair at the base of his cock before sweeping down his thighs. 

“Finally,” you sigh, one hand slowly stroking his dick while the other cups his balls, “a nice fat cock.”

Said cock jerks and leaks even more into your palm, balls throbbing as Leon watches you play with his dick. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers, slowly rocking his hips up, “you like it?”

“Mm hmm,” you purr, “I’ve had lots of men over the years, but you have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”

A spark of jealousy lights in his chest but it’s washed away by the twist of your wrist around his tip making him lose all train of thought. 

“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” you whisper, eyes flashing, like it’s a secret— Leon supposes it might honestly be, “someone to mate.”

His cock kicks, a glob of precum dripping over your fingers where they’re wrapped around his length. You use the sticky wetness to glide your hand more easily up and down his dick, slowly jacking him off. He groans, hips pumping but you only loosen your grip with a sly little grin. 

“Please,” he murmurs, “it hurts.”

“Does it?” You pout, hand softly massaging his sac before tracing the seam down to his taint, “poor little Leon wants to cum?”

“Uh huh,” he drops his head back with a broken moan, “please, w’nna cum for you.”

“Oh?” 

The way your voice piques with interest has his gaze lasered back in on your face. Your attention is focused on his cock but he sees the want sitting as heavily on you as he feels.

“Since you’re being so sweet,” your eyes flick to his and you hold the connection as you rub his cock over your slippery clit, mouth dropping open to pant. 

“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, hands grabbing your waist, thumbs digging into your hip bones, “please, please.”

You press his cock against his stomach and glide your soaked cunt up and down—the world's most torturous pussy job he thinks dazedly. His tip leaks so much there’s a small sticky puddle of precum forming on his stomach as your slick coated pussy lips part around his cock, hole dripping and rubbing against him. 

“You’re going to stretch me open so much,” you coo sweetly, tail swishing excitedly behind you, “hope you don’t cum too soon.”

Before Leon can even argue, you tilt his cock up and sink your pussy down on him; he knows he’s gripping you too hard, but he can’t let go when your hot little cunt’s sucking him in so agonizingly slow. 

He’s babbling too, but fuck if he knows what he’s saying; whatever it is, you don’t mind since you’re giving him that same throaty laugh from earlier that makes him wanna spill deep in your greedy hole.

It feels like a lifetime before you start to bounce on his lap, pussy squelching deliciously, making his mouth flood with saliva knowing what you taste like. The pace picks up and before he can blink, you’re riding him rough and fast, pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, hands going to your hips ready to pull you up and off so he can spill all over your pussy.

He feels like a fucking teenager, not able to hold back on cumming inside your pussy like he’s never fucked a woman before. Hybrid pussy must be something else, he thinks dizzily, cock throbbing as your slippery walls pulse and throb around his thick length. 

“Cum inside,” you moan, nails digging into his forearms so harshly blood runs down his arms. 

The pinprick of pain makes him buck up harder into your spasming hole. His brain fizzes in arousal, dick buried balls deep in your soaked cunt. 

“Can’t,” he gasps, “fuck, what if you get pregnant?”

His cock thickens at the thought, balls tight against his body, at the hint of knocking you up. You laugh, that throaty sound that makes Leon throb, and you grind harder down on his lap. 

“Then mate me, little Leon, spill your seed deep inside and give me kits,” your lips spread in a smile so wide your fangs show, “breed my pussy like your cock’s begging you to.”

“Oh god,” he whines, “I-I can’t,” but he doesn’t stop himself from fucking into your pussy harder and deeper, balls aching to shoot his load.  

“Aww you can’t?” You mock, guiding his hands up to grab your breasts, “can’t fill my cunt with your thick cum? Can’t breed a wet pussy that wants it so bad?”

He’s losing the battle. It just feels too good inside your fluttering walls while he rabbits his hips against yours, cock stuffing you on every thrust. He squeezes his hands until your tits spill over his fingers, nipples hard against his palms. 

“Make me a mommy, Leon,” you croon, voice saccharine sweet in his ears and he nods before even realizing what you’ve said. 

“M-mommy?” He slurs out, body flushed and overheated as he fucks up into your cunt. 

You giggle and lean forward, “Mm hmm, you like mommies, Leon?”

He gasps, eyes rolling back as he leaks heavily inside your hole, “Ye-yes. Love mommies.”

“Good boy,” you murmur, dropping a dizzying kiss to his lips and he chases your mouth with a moan. 

“Mommy, want you to be a mommy,” he babbles out, brain complete mush now from the arousal, “want you to be my mommy.”

“Ohh?” You sigh gustily and lean forward more, pressing your breasts into Leon’s face. 

Taking the hint, Leon’s hand shift down to your ass so he can mouth and suck at your tits, licking and suckling your nipples as he thrusts sloppily. 

“Mommy,” he murmurs, tongue lapping at the soft skin of your breasts before sucking a nipple into his hot mouth. 

Whining, his eyes flutter shut. If he breeds your cunt, you’ll leak milk from these gorgeous tits. He moans loudly, the thought turning him on so much he can’t stop sucking your nipples. He pumps his hips up into your soaked cunt, feeling you drip slick down his cock to drip off his balls. 

“So hard, Leon,” he distantly hears your voice, “being such a good boy for me, fucking your mommy so good.”

Mewling against your breasts, he bites the puffy bud in his mouth, tongue lashing against it until you’re squeezing and rocking down on his dick. He could fill you to the brim, bust his load deep in your pussy and keep you on his cock til it takes. Eyes rolling in pleasure, he swaps to your other breast, mouth greedily suckling the hard nipple into his mouth. 

He pulls away, mouth brushing across the stiff peak as he looks up at you, “Mommy, gonna cum for you, gonna cum so hard in your pussy.”

“Good boy,” you smooth back the sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, “if you fill me up you can keep me, a mommy all to yourself.”

His eyes drop to your collar and you grind down hard on his cock making him moan. 

“This is to keep people from getting any ideas,” you smooth your hands down his chest, nails scratching at his abs and making them tense, “you can put your own collar here if you want.”

Leon closes his eyes, trying his best to behave. Having you in a collar he picked out? Coming home to you waiting for him, maybe even splayed out in his bed, wet and wanting his cock. Shuddering, he blindly mouths at your chest nuzzling until he finds your nipple to pull into his mouth with a rough suck. 

“Mommy, ‘m so close,” he groans, “wanna keep you on my cock forever.”

You pull yourself from his lap with a loud wet suctioning noise that makes his balls draw up tight. The words to keep you sitting on his cock die in his mouth as you kneel down at his feet with your back facing him. You dip at the waist to press your chest into the sleeping bag as you arch your ass into the air. Your tail mesmerizes him for a minute before he scrambles up onto his knees behind you. 

“So pretty,” he slowly strokes his hand down your tail and you moan longingly, spreading your knees to present your wet little cunt to him. 

“Breed me, Leon,” you look back at him, ears twitching and teeth biting your bottom lip, “want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, notching the head of his cock at your opening before slowly sinking inside. 

His hands grip the fat of your ass, eyes unable to pull away as he watches your pussy eagerly suck his cock back into your slick soft heat. The first few thrusts are slow and deep, letting him luxuriate in the feeling of burying his cock in your hot little pussy. 

“Harder,” you whine, hips pushing back, “give it to me, Leon.”

He lets out a pained grunt as he pumps his cock in and out of your tight hole. Leaning forward, he braces one hand on your shoulder to pin you down as his other grips your hip. The new angle lets him piston his dick deep and hard into your slick greedy hole. Moaning, Leon rabbits his hips faster and faster, balls smacking your clit on every thrust and making you squeeze his dick. 

Moving the hand from your hip, his fingers seek out your slippery swollen clit and rub soft circles across the pudgy bud. 

“So good, such a good boy,” you pant, nails clawing his sleeping bag to shreds, “god, you’re gonna make me squirt.”

The words turn Leon on so much he nearly blacks out. Chills race down his back and he teases your clit from side to side, dipping down to wet his fingers from the slick leaking from your stuffed cunt before pinching your bundle of nerves.

“Your pussy is so perfect,” he gasps, leaning back as he slides the hand from his shoulder down to grab the base of your tail, “gripping me so fucking tight.”

He tugs lightly and you keen, body thrashing wildly as your pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” he groans, chin dropping to his chest to watch him fuck your cunt. 

The more he pets and tugs on your tail, the harder you squeeze down on his dick. Leon’s fingers also never let up on teasing and rubbing your clit while the fat tip of his cock kisses your cervix and makes you squeal. 

“Leon, ungh— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you slur out, drooling on the slick material of the sleeping bag.

“Please cum for me,” he keeps the same breakneck pace paired with circling your clit and tail, “want that fat pussy creaming my cock, mommy.”

Your body locks up underneath him and Leon feels a gush of slick push his cock out and wet thighs; quickly recovering, he shoves his dick back inside your spasming walls and humps your pussy fast and hard. 

“You fucking squirted,” he whines, “never had a girl squirt on my cock and you fucking—god, I’m cumming, fuck, this chubby fucking pussy is making me cum, oh mommy—”

Leon nearly collapses as he presses himself as tight against your ass as possible, balls drawn up tight and pulsing as he spills deep inside your cunt. Your slick walls milk him for every drop— his dick spurting rope after rope of thick hot cum until it’s dripping from your used hole. 

When he goes to pull out, you whine and press your ass back against him. 

“Stay,” you sigh, “don’t want a mess just yet.”

Shuddering, he groans as your walls flutter and hug his cock. In no time, he’s just as stiff and hard as he was ten minutes ago. 

You moan low in your throat, “You can go again?”

“Yeah,” Leon’s breathless reply surprises himself, cock flexing inside your pussy and making you whine. 

The second time Leon creampies your pussy is rough and nasty. 

Pulling out, he flips you onto your back and slips his cock back inside your cunt. Slick and cum ooze out around his fat cock, but he’s too busy pressing your legs up and over his shoulders to notice.  

Mewling against his messy kisses, you clench and whine from Leon’s rough fucking. At this point, he can’t stop himself from giving it to you hard and fast.

“Gonna fuck your little cunt all night, mommy,” he knows he has no filter at this point, completely pussy drunk, but it doesn’t stop him from talking, “you’re gonna be stuffed to the brim, stuffed full of my cum.”

“Leon,” you moan, nails digging into his back and making him buck harder, dick knocking into your cervix roughly. 

“Yeah? Like that? I’m gonna pound this hot little pussy til you can’t take it anymore. Fuck, ‘m gonna give my mommy what she needs,” he growls out, feeling your heels bounce against his back with his thrusts.

“Want it,” you grin wickedly up at him, “give it to me, Leon. Be a good boy for mommy.”

He’s too wound up from earlier so in no time at all Leon’s cumming inside your pussy for the second time that night. His fingers pinch and rub your slippery clit until you’re clamping down tight on his cock, milking him into overstimulation as he finishes spilling his seed in your sticky walls.

Pulling out with a grunt, Leon collapses next to you with a sigh. Laying there in the quiet, he lets his heart rate drop back to normal before turning to you.

“You really want to get pregnant?”

You smirk and it makes his pulse race. 

“No, that little issue has been fixed,” you kiss the tip of his nose, “but it’s fun to pretend, right?”

Leon’s cock twitches against his thigh and he nods. 

“Yeah,” pink blooms across his cheekbones, “I liked it.”

Curling up into his side, he softly runs a finger across one of your ears. 

“Can I really keep you?” He whispers.

Night sounds slowly seep back into his awareness as a cicada screams nearby. 

“Can you truly keep a wild thing?” You muse humorously, head tilting back so he can see your bright eyes. 

At his contemplative silence, you run your hands through his hair with a half smile, “But I want to go home with you, Leon. If the offer is there.”

“Please,” he blurts out, not caring if he sounds desperate or whipped, “I’d love for you to come home with me.”

Smile softening your features, you brush the fringe from his eyes, “Then, I’m yours.”

Relief and excitement fills his chest and he grins, “Perfect.”

[whiskeyghoul]

Hi!! I have huge baby fever rn (mainly for Spencer) and was wondering if you would do dad!Spencer or spencer x pregnant reader, just fluff bc I love Reid. Feel free to ignore it you don't want to :)

The playground || [dad!Spencer Reid x f!reader]

A/N: Thanks for the request. Spencer would be an amazing dad so this was fun to write. Though also a bit of a challenge. I hope you enjoy it. Also look at me adding more pictures. Doing the most out here.

Tags: fluff, pregnancy mention, dad Spencer, reader has a daughter, using children to trap your significant other, no y/n.

Word count: 1.2K

It was early spring as you sat on the park bench. Still wrapped up in many layers of clothing to keep warm in the chill of the afternoon. The sun shone with a warm glow, making the exposed skin of your face heat up ever so slightly. A sigh of content escaped your lips as your eyes fell closed for a second. Enjoying the calmness of the moment that was joyfully interrupted by high pitched laughter that was practically music to your ears. Blinking your eyes open they landed on the little, 4 year old girl who was running around the playground structure being chased by the man you called yours. It had been your idea to head out that day to the park and enjoy the first rays of the spring sun. There had also been something keeping you busy. Spending time outside always makes you calm again.

Spencer was slightly bent down, trying to catch your little girl in a game of what seemed to be tag. A smile split your face as you watched his hair get ruffled by the wind as he almost caught your daughter, she skillfully dodged under the slide and out of his reach with a shriek. Samara, who looked so much like her father with the messy brown curls, big brown eyes that you would do anything for, and that smile full of joy. But her nose was yours, and the shape of her face, and oh that personality, she was mom’s girl after all. She took after you in the way she responded to people, she was kind, gentle and smart. Spencer scooped her up and you watched her writhe in his arms while laughing. “I got you! There’s no escaping now.” He laughed before spinning round and round. “No! Put me down!” She called between laughs and shrieks, her small, red scarf flapping around in their wake. You laughed at the sight, brimming with joy and love for them. 

Spencer stopped spinning, he looked in your direction and you watched his chest heave slightly with each breath he took. The smile that crossed his face was blinding. You watched him crouch down, putting Samara on her feet and he got to eye level with her before whispering something inaudible to her. She nodded her head, a look of determination in her eyes as she wiped some of the stray curls out of her face. They were definitely plotting something. You got up from your seat with suspicion settling into your stomach. Something in you said it would be better to be upright and standing instead of in your seat. Spencer nodded his head and Samara came bounding over to you with Spencer in tow. There was a matching look on both their faces, one of feigned innocence. “What’s going on?” You asked, giving a sideways glance. “Oh, nothing.” Spencer answered as he snaked his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek gently. Warmth spreads through your body just from his touch, the butterflies still never left.

He pulled away and you watched him nod towards your daughter who full force tagged your leg, “You’re it.” She grinned as she ran away. Spencer’s arms around you left as quickly as he had pulled you close as he ran in the opposite direction from Samara. You gasped, standing in place as you had realized their plot to envelope you into their game of tag. Spencer being the distraction for your daughter to sneak up and tag without your complaint. “That’s playing dirty!” You exclaimed though the smile on your face betrayed your feigned upset. You quickly ran after Samara, knowing that their tactic of splitting up made you choose between who to go after first. Your daughter, with smaller legs, would be your first target. Already planning how to convince her to join in capturing Spencer later on. 

Quickly catching up to the four year old was easy enough, letting her escape a few times to make it more fun for her. She clambered over different playground items, using her small stature to her benefit. She crawled into one of the tunnels, following close behind you finally caught up to her. Once you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close she let out another “Nooo!! Mom!!” while laughing as you kissed her cheeks repeatedly. “You’re it!” You said as you waited for her to stop squirming. The weight of her in your arms was absolutely right. She was getting bigger every week it seemed.

“You want to help me catch dad?” You whispered once she settled down. The competitive streak that you have clearly had rubbed off on her as she nodded her head yes. She clearly didn’t frown upon double crossing her dad if it meant winning at tag. “Do I need to tag dad again?” She asked, eyes big, voice soft and hushed just in case Spencer was close to hear. “Actually, I want you to distract him.” You responded with a smile, “Can you go up to daddy and tell him you’re going to be a big sister?” You asked her in a hushed tone. Samara’s eyes went wide and a grin broke out on her rounder face, “I am?” she asked surprised and excited at the same time. In turn you nodded your head yes.

You had found out three days ago, while Spencer was away on a case and when he had returned last night it wasn’t the right time to tell him. Now, using your first born daughter to tell him and to win a game of tag, that was the perfect time to tell him. “Go on, tell him.” Your arms unwrapped from her and she quickly scrambled out of the play tunnel calling for her dad. You crawled out with some struggle, crossing your arms as you watched as Spencer once again picked up the little girl. You dusted off your pants and jacket as you walked towards the two of them.

“What is it, princess?” Spencer asked, looking quizzically at her perhaps thinking you plotted against him. “I’m gonna be a sister! I’m gonna be a sister!” Samara spoke sing-songey as she settled in his arms. Spencer’s eyes widened and his head shot up to look at you. Eyes full of questions and surprise, the gears in his head going a 1000 miles a minute as he processed the news. Trying to decide whether it was real or not. You walked closer, a gentle smile on your lips as you kissed his cheek. “Are you-?” He asked hushed as you pulled away. “Yes, I am.” you whispered back earning you a kiss on the lips. Filled with joy, happiness and warmth. The butterflies in your stomach would probably not settle for the rest of the day. 

You pulled away from the kiss gently, your hand reaching up and you pressed your finger to his chest. “And…” You watched him as he looked at you with baited breath, hanging onto every word that would come out of your mouth. Your lips curled into a smirk.

“Tag you’re it.” 

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (ur here!)

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader!

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Scenarios?

Stars: Wind, Wild, Sage, C*urage, K*ridai

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: i included the link from K*oridai (faces of evil), and the brunette Link from that old cartoon tv show,

& Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Wind (Wind Waker):

Misses being a big brother

LMAOOO I CAME FOR UR THROAT HAHAAA

ok chill chill he's doing okay

He's just not used to being the youngest in any given group, he used to be the oldest kid in charge of the younger ones and his little sister too

But dont get him wrong! He rlly does love the advantages that come with it,

and when he's feeling down abt not being older u usually cheer him up by reminding him he can be the biggest little shit he wants and every single Link will forgive him once he pulls out his baby seal eyes lmao

Ur the easiest to rope into horse playing/goofing off and he's very happy abt that

The others can be too serious for too long so he appreciates how u and him lighten them up by trying to give each other noogies (he loses most of the time)

As soon as Wind found out the others could play instruments, he immediately demanded they do campfire songs every night lol

(Most of the time one person caves, even just to idly play smth)

Likes inventing weird new games to play that'll convince as many other people to particpate, he used to do it back home too, like finding the prettiest rock on the island, that way his grandma and even adults could play too :)

Needs to sleep beside someone at night, bc he secretly likes it, back on his adventure going to sleep all by himself (unlike living with his grandma/sister) always was a little hard for him

Very hard to wake up in the morning, sleeps in the latest out of all the Links

("I'm a growing boy? Ofc i need my sleep, whats ur excuse??" @ the other Links who sleep in late lol)

Likes to sew! He's still learning, but his grandma used to teach him how so he could help her keep up with his growth spurts/recklessness tearing his clothes up

Idolizes u forever if you embroider, and will watch u like those videos of someone's cat who's fascinated by watching owner craft smth lol (like this ⚫️v⚫️)

Enjoys making stoic people crack their persona and laugh

Also has the wheeziest laugh youve ever heard, it makes u laugh every time, even when he started laughing over a dumb pun

Oh yeah, makes a foul amount of dad jokes for someone whos only like 14 💀

(He once managed to break Time and Legend, which then broke Wars and Twi, and it just continued down the Chain until everyone was crying or on the ground, he wears that shit like a badge and it literally made his confidence go 📈 puffed his chest out and everything lol)

Wild (Breath of the Wild):

U already know everything there is to know abt him??

I dont even have to say it, and it shows when ur around him lol

Like he'll go to do smth stupid like shield surf down death mountain in a unknown Hyrule, and before anyone can even realize thats what he's planning to do you've caught and stopped him and made a compromise to shield surf down some snow bluffs later instead

Or when u know he's gotten new ingredients in some other Link's Hyrule and is going to try and cook with them tonight, so u help him make a regular meal of smth else along with so the boys dont suffer stomaches

Like u can absolutely predict his bullshit all the time, just imagine the most adrenaline junkie thing he could do in that moment with the combination of things around him and you always know what tf he's up to, ur always right lol

Ur the only one who can get him to stop the chaos (besides maybe Time, weirdly enough Sky/Hyrule/Four bc they are the least likely to tell him to stop, so when they do, its usually a very, very bad idea)

Likes hair ornaments, he's got long hair for a reason after all

Likes u to style his hair, and esp if u teach him how to braid or do diff styles <333

He loves that u help cook/at least prep, and u make sure another Link helps too, bc thats a lot of ppl to make food for with little to no help 💀

(Makes u ur fav foods at even the slightest mention of them, like u wont even have to say ur craving Link's already whipped the pan out best housewife fr)

One of the few Links who's adventurous with his clothing, and trying new stuff

Wild was worried abt his Champion tunic getting messed up but was sad he couldn't wear it as much anymore

So u handmade him a new shirt that imitates the old one but with some new designs to represent the Chain! :)

He started crying.

He either hugs so lightly he seems like he's not enjoying it (no true, he's just trying to be polite)

Or he squeezes so hard be pops ur back and nearly breaks a rib

U got the latter for that shirt lol

Any new thing he doesnt remember how to deal with, like how to sew (he knows 1 stitch help), how to wash clothes (dont mix whites and blacks, and colors), how to soothe headaches/muscle aches etc.

He just wanders pitifully over to ur side and looks pitiful lol

Like he's a confused and saddened puppy

And just holds up whatever mess he's made like, "im so sorry, i dont know how to do this pls"

Bc he trusts u to know (the other Links may be hit or miss too tbh lmao)

And ur the least likely to clown him for it too, at least nothing he doesnt also find funny

Sage (Tears of the Kingdom):

So sue me, i enjoy this stupid-definitely-not-canon-unhinged-Link thats done with everyones bullshit and wants to be a hermit

SUEEE MEE ABT ITTTTT✨️

The first time u saw his hair nest and immediately clapped ur hand over u mouth in shock and tried to take a brush to it on sight

He fucking hissed at you.

Feral bitch.

Sage isnt like that all the time, but he was certainly the most distrustful and prickly out of all the Links

(U could smell it was like a defense mechanism from his adventure/past from a mile away, and knew with time that it'd fade away into his true self... like how u just knew Wild that well too)

U are the only person allowed to casually touch him, he shys away from the other Links, let alone strangers,and the first he allowed to help him with his hair

Tbh after u washed it out and got tangles and mats out and cut split ends off etc.

He almost teared up, and was extremely confused why

Def the type to not have realized he felt insecure lowkey abt it until it was fixed (he also was embarrassed to say he didnt rlly know how to take care of it)

Energy of a stray feral cat that leaves dead birds on ur doorstep without fail every morning and u leave a food bowl out in hopes he'll actually be your cat 💀

Extremely protective of you, and eventually the Chain, to the point where he might set someone's hair on fire or use runes on them

Like not enough to seriously injure but enough to scare tf out of ppl and have them running for their lives

(Did he literally growl at someone when they tried to flirt with you?? ... why is Twi encouraging him.)

Was unnerved by Wild at first but slowly got used to him and often butts into whatever private convo u two are having

Like just casually struts up and plops his head on ur shoulder and waits for attention, may complain loudly depending on how grumpy he is that day

(Wild's not getting jealous and constantly hogging u for cooking to get even more time with you what-)

Okay but unfortunately

Once those 2 got comfy with each other, they started tag teaming everyone

Like u can now bet that if an explosion happens in the distance, Sage definitely caused it, and if he's there, then Wild's there making him the explosives

(Same for if Wild's there, then Sage's there)

Def the Link that likes showing the most skin, he "gets overheated easily" - local half naked man justifies his nakedness

(coughtotallynototherreasonslikebeingshirtlessaroundyouallthetimecough)

Absolutely grievous clowning on the other Links, like its getting into bullyinggg 😭

His words are E rated for Everyone, no ones safe not even you

Sage: "wait, all those rings and nobody's ever put one on you? And you've never put on one someone else??🤔🤔"

Legend: ...😦

The rest of the Chain: 💀😭😶

Time, trying to hide he's choking on laughter so hard he's abt to fall into the firepit

Will occasionally team up with Wild to make a protective little border on either side of you while in towns/new Hyrules

U once offered to sing/hum for him after a nightmare while it was ur turn on watch (he sleeps up trees btw) and after u switched off w/other Link, u both went to edge of camp to sleep next to each other and he had the best sleep of his life like that

Now demands begs u to sing him to sleep every night, wont take "i dont sound that good tho" for an answer

Courage (The Legend of Zelda, 1989 Cartoon TV show):

Yeah... he's here too.

Just dont read this tbh

Enjoys being ✨️special✨️ by being the only hero twink out here with brunette hair

Was insecure abt it being curly/wavy until u slowly built his confidence

Bc he's got the most confidence in his strength, but not in much else tbh 😭

Actually will randomly have moments of responsibility or capability you didnt expect out of him bc he can be so silly and jokey all the time

Youll be lost as hell and he just "hey its ok the stars look like this so we go this way" and it works

Like the type of person u sort of avoid relying on bc he's like a playful jock type and then they randomly show theyre the captain of the team for a reason

Dont ask why, but hes good at knitting, shhhh no, no, no explanation he just secretly is he wont even tell u why or how or when he learned this he just "hehe, wouldnt u like to know princeyyy/princesssss/your majestyyyy"

Hyrule, and rest of Chain standing by, went to talk to one of the Great Fairies in a Hyrule once to try and get some info abt where to camp tonight or where nearest town was and before he could get close enough to ask,

Courage was already yelling like "YOOOO BIGGEST FAIRY WHATS UP?! u mind giving some poor lost fellas like us somewhere to go with ourselves tonight??"

They kept talking super casually and she laughed so hard that she let u guys stay near her that night to camp and be under fairy protection like no fairy boy Link needed 💀

Everyone was shocked, and thats how u all found out Courage is rlly good with fairies/their best friend no matter the Hyrule

Every time u guys learn smth new abt him it feels so unexpected, like out of left field or smth

It just never seems to fit his usual persona, or at least not what youd expect from him

So needless to say the first time u guys learned he could talk to magical objects that were powerful enough (like the fucking triforce)-

(this was apparently so normal he literally lived with a piece of it just in his room all the time????)

Has weird mixture of country boy vs. royal prince sensibilities?

It alarmed several Links. 💀

He can talk to Fi.

(Sky and you nearly cried)

Like he lived in the castle alongside Zelda so he inherited some spoiled/etiquette stuff, but he still would absolutely go splash in mud puddles in the rain

Would literally do fucking anything if it meant youd give him a kiss on the cheek

Likes to hug you a lot too, with his huge ass arms lifting u up (no he does not care how much u weigh ur going UP) and spinning u around

Its his favorite, almost as much as kisses

No but he's slay fucking Majora to get a kiss, like it's actually unbelievable and kinda endearing how excited he gets if u promise him one lmao

Koridai (Link: The Faces of Evil):

Omg not them putting Link's name in the title of the gameee i didnt know that 😭😭

Geezzz,, i dont know what im on

But ig heres that other silly ass Link if anyone feels like reading it

Will also fight any god, including Hylia, for a kiss

Actually astoundingly good at strategizing

Like after a few times in heat of battle him organizing Links, Time and Wars practically jumped him to include him in planning shit

He was similar to Courage to in that he just was cracking jokes all the time u didnt expect it, also he's significantly more sarcastic than Courage

U introduced him to dark humor and the laugh he laughed practically burst out of him, he looked shocked by his own laugh lmao

So he also now has a streak of dark humor he shows when u talk for while/sees someone also enjoys it

Its like his not-so-guilty-pleasure

Really good at baking? He apparently learned a lot of miscellaneous skills to better court someone and he now uses them fully to seduce you,

thru gift giving mostly, its is love language besides acts of service :)

(All Links do some amount of acts of service tho <3)

Rlly good at styling hair surprisingly, and at shield surfing??? What

Actually down to try Wild's experimental dishes...

And by that i mean he pranks the rest of you by sneaking the inedible bits into ur food

U may or may not have nearly choked him out for it and now he doesnt do it to you, and even was trying to act all pitiful abt it like "sorry lovely, but i just wanted to tease u bc ur so cute!! 🥺👉👈"

Like,, stfu u little shit 💀

He has the energy of a male orange cat, dont ask why he just is, and specifically the orange cat getting on top of the fridge or stuck between the the screen door and glasss door comically or smth 😭

Hes also loud as hell

One of the worst at stealth unless he just keeps his mouth shut completely, like his whispering is loud

He proclaims his affections very loudly too, like gettin u flowers and chatting ur ear off with what he likes abt u lol

No, like he can go for 20 minutes or more if u let him, u better stop him before he gets into the personality based compliments

Bc those sound wayyy too personal to be aired out in public ngl, like its so soft and domestic itll kill u lol

And he means every word too 👀

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I HATE THIS NEW FEATURE OR FUNCTION I SWEAR THIS DIDNT HAPPEN BEFOREEE!!!

😭😭 U ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHAT IT IS BY NOW, IT FUCKING POSTED MY DRAFT BEFORE IT WAS READY TO GO

God fuck this hellsite stop doing this meee

Thats it im just do what i do for the other blog and write it smwhere else and then copy paste onto the post this is ridiculoussss 😒😒

Well anyway, i hope if u read this before i updated and actually FINISHED THIS u come back and read it again!! :(

Sorry guys, but blame tumblr pls before u blame me 😔

(Yeah theres a lot of emojis leave me alone i feel strongly abt this)

Peace out,

🐤 Peep

I think ill start signing off my name ig, unless u guys wanna call me Moon that works too

[darkeralmond]

Beer Pong

Luca Fantilli x fem! Reader

synopsis: the umich hockey team is holding a party at the frat house some of the players live in. luca invites you to the party because he likes you. you drink too much and he has to comfort you

warnings: fluff, underage drinking, vomit/puking

word count: 2.4k

a/n: I LOVE LUCA SM!! it sucks that i don’t see full fanfics for him, but i can live off one shots!! i have a lot of conrad requests still coming, but i want to dial down on them since i don’t want to be known for just those

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Luca drank out of his beer can while talking to Luke and Johnny. “I swear Luca, you're an absolute beautician! This place looks incredible.” He had been responsible for decorating the whole house, getting multiple party games set up, and pushing the couches out of the way to create more space.

He shrugged while chuckling, “What can I say? I did it for the boys.” That’s when he looked over and saw you enter the party with your friends. You looked lost and nervous as you followed them. “I’ll be back, boys,” he said as he patted Johnny’s chest and rushed over to you.

Your friend-group watched as the male rushed over with a wide smile on his face. They had been suspecting something was going on between you, but the two of you kept denying it. “Y/N! You came!” He smiled brightly.

You looked over at him as a small smile formed on your face. “Hey!” Your friend group parted a way down the middle so you could see Luca. They looked at each other knowingly before rushing off to leave you two alone. You looked back and saw them run off. “Guys!” you yelled. You followed it up with a sigh and looked back at Luca. “Well, shit.”

Luca saw this as an open opportunity to hang out with you. “Well, you can hang out with me and my friends if you’d like,” he suggested. You knew a couple of the players on the hockey team. For example, you knew Ethan and Mark. “I’m pretty sure Adam and Nolan are about to start a game of beer pong. I could use a partner.” He nudged you with his elbow.

You giggled, faintly blushing at the small contact. “Sure.” This was the first game of beer pong you’ve played, the only time you played anything close to it was on Game Pigeon with your friends.

“You wanna get a drink before we start?” he asked as the two of you walked through the crowded hall.

You tucked some strands of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I would like that.” He led you to the kitchen right where he left Luke and Johnny.

“Johnny! Luke! This is Y/N,” he said as he gestured to you. You sheepishly waved at the two of them.

Johnny smiled, “‘Sup, Y/N. Luca, this the girl you were talking about?”

Luca’s heart dropped when he said that. “Uh, yeah. She is.”

Your cheeks flushed at his answer. He talked about you to his teammate? Was it like bad stuff? Was it good stuff?

He nodded his head, looking back at you. “I know you from somewhere…” He stared at you for a second while squinting his eyes. “You work at that Starbucks by the barn.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as a smile slipped on your face. “The barn?”

Luke laughed, wrapping his arm around the male. He was obviously drunk. “He means do you work at the Starbucks by the Ice arena.” He laughed.

“Ohhh,” you smiled. “Yeah, I do!”

Luca then turned to you, “So we have White Claws, Coors Light, Bud Light, Whiskey, Vodka for shots, that type of stuff.”

You hummed in thought, you wanted to keep it chill since you were about to play beer pong. “I’ll just take a watermelon White Claw.” He grabbed it out of the cooler and handed it to you.

You cracked open your can and looked over at Luca. “You ready?” he asked. You nodded and followed him outside. The loud music winded down the further you got to the backyard doors. There were people in the pool and dancing around the backyard.

Adam and Nolan were standing there laughing amongst each other as you and Luca approached. Adam then turned his attention to Luca and smiled wide, “Got your partner?”

He smiled, “Yup!” He then turned to you.

You had hung out with Adam a couple times, but only with Luca. “Of course it’s Y/N,” Adam laughed then looked at Nolan. “This kid is obsessed with her.” This caused Nolan to laugh.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met, I’m your future father in law,” Nolan joked as he held out his hand. You stared at it before taking it and shaking it.

Luca’s cheeks flushed red as he attempted to laugh it off. “Dude, shut up!” He rolled his eyes. He snuck a glance at you and saw you were blushing hard.

He couldn’t make out if you were blushing because of embarrassment or if you were flustered. Whatever, that didn’t matter right now. “Let’s start!” Luca yelled, getting on your guys' end of the table.

There were 10 red solo cups filled with beer, 2 out of those 10 cups had a white ping pong ball floating in them. “I’m going against you,” Adam pointed straight at Luca.

Nolan looked at you and shrugged, “Guess I’m going against you.”

Luca grabbed one of the ping pong balls out of the cup and you grabbed the other. “You wanna go first?” he asked you.

“Uh, sure.” You looked straight ahead at the cups and stared at the one in the middle. You tossed it and it hit the rim of the cup before bouncing off the table. Nolan caught the ball and chuckled.

Luca then shot his ping pong ball and made it into one of the cups on the right end. He cheered and held up his hand for a high five. You laughed at how excited he was and accepted his high five. “Drink up!” he yelled to his brother.

Adam rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” He grabbed the cup, taking out the ball before he chugged the beer. He wiped away the liquid that spilled onto his chin with the sleeve of his hoodie and glanced over at Nolan.

Nolan tossed the ball and it landed straight into the cup in the front. He cheered loudly and gave Adam a fist bump. You got the ball out of the cup and placed the cup up to your lips.

You started chugging the beer, it burned as it went down your throat. When you finished, your face scrunched as a reaction. “Shit!” You crushed the cup and tossed it.

This won a laugh out of all the guys before Adam shot it. It landed in the cup in the middle and he whooped victoriously. Luca rolled his eyes and chugged the beer. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed while he chugged. Weirdly, something about it was attractive. Maybe it was because he was attractive.

Luca tossed the cup and looked over at you, he caught you staring. That meant a moment of eye contact which you quickly broke. You tried to focus your mind back on the game, but it was hard. You tossed the ball, but again you missed. You muttered your breath, “Shit.”

Luca then tossed his, barely making it into the cup. “Yes!” He sprung with excitement as he held up his hand again for a high five.

You clapped your hands before accepting his high five again. “Luca’s really carrying your team over there,” Nolan teased.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m better at this on the phone!”

Luca smirked, snapping his fingers and pointing at you. “That is true.”

Nolan took a shot and scored it into the cup. He pumped his fist and smiled as Adam wrapped his arm around him, patting him on the chest. You grabbed the cup and started drinking again.

This time, you were used to the taste so it didn’t hurt as much going down. You tossed the cup aside and looked up at Luca. “I forgot to tell you,” he winced. “He’s been doing this for years. He’s a senior.”

“Well, that’s great to know.” You rolled your eyes. “At least he’s not going easy on me.”

Luca chuckled before he looked over at his brother who just let go of Nolan and got prepared to toss the ball. He squinted his eyes, assessing the target cup. He tossed it and missed it by a hair. “Fuck!” he yelled. “That should’ve gone in!”

“If there was a cup there, maybe it would’ve.” You laughed before taking a sip of your White Claw.

Nolan laughed as well, “Damn, bro! Y/N got some fire in her!”

Luca laughed as well, seeing his authentic smile made your heart do cartwheels as a smile spread on your face. You looked back at the arranged cups and focused on the one in the middle again. You tossed the ball and made it in. “Yes!” You jumped up with excitement.

“Holy shit!” Luca gasped and looked down at you. “Your first college beer pong goal!” Nolan grabbed the cup and took the ball out. He took the drink of shame while Luca hugged you. His arms held you tight before he lifted you off the ground.

“Woah! Careful!” you exclaimed while giggling. “You’re gonna crush me!”

Luca laughed and set you down. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Nolan tossed the cup aside and smiled. “Nice job,” he said.

Adam smiled, “Yeah. I’m impressed.”

You guys lost the game mostly because of Nolan. All those beers on top of the White Claw made you feel the buzz. “Luca! Let’s go do shots!” You smiled widely and grabbed his hand, dragging him inside.

When you got inside, you heard music blasting throughout the house. You lead him towards the kitchen where everyone else was.

Mark was taking shots with Ethan with your friends. Your friend, Lilah, looked over and saw you and Luca holding hands. You were clearly tipsy from the game of beer pong. “Woah, Y/N!” she laughed. “You are fucked up, how much have you drank?”

You laughed, “Well, we just lost a game of beer pong. I’m really feeling the buzz.” You looked over at Mark.

Mark was smiling wide, “Hey, Y/N.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” you smiled wide. “Shall we take shots?” It was tradition for you and Mark to take shots together. You guys did that at every high school party, now it was your first college shot.

He laughed, “You know it!” He poured Vodka into a shot glass and slid it over to you. “To your first college party, your first beer pong game, and your first college shot!” He held up the glass. You held up yours and clinked it against his. You then downed the shot and slammed the glass back on the table.

You let out a loud whoop in response and threw your hands up. “This is so much fun!” you cheered as you looked back at Luca. “Thank you so much for the invite.”

Luca looked down at your smile and felt his heart melt. You looked so innocent, even when you were drunk. “Yeah, of course.” He grinned, his dimples showing. He reached his arm out and wrapped it around you, pulling you closer “Anytime!”

The two of you were in the kitchen with Rutger, Dylan, and Adam. You shook your head and gagged. “Fuck,” you muttered and quickly hopped off the kitchen counter.

You rushed to a bathroom and flung the door open. You immediately slammed the door shut and hunched over the toilet. You threw up loudly, tears stinging your eyes as you continuously threw up for 10 seconds.

Finally, you stopped. You leaned back and sighed. You reached out and flushed the toilet. “Fuck…” A faint knocking was heard at the door. You yelled out, “Occupied!”

“It’s just me,” Luca’s voice was muffled.

You sighed. You looked back at the toilet as you said, “Come in.” You felt ashamed as he opened the door. You glanced over and saw him with a bottle of water.

He shut the door and sat down next to you. “How you feeling?” he asked as he ran his fingers through your hair.

His fingers grazed through your scalp gently. He looked up at your forehead before meeting your eyes again. “My head hurts, I feel hot, and I just puked my guts out.” You answered.

He chuckled, “Wait ‘til tomorrow.” You scoffed and grabbed the water from you. You took a couple sips and just chilled on the bathroom floor. “This is my fault,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have let you drink so much.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong except not tell me Nolan was the reigning champion of beer pong,” you joked, the both of you laughing in response. You took some more sips of water.

You started gagging again. Luca quickly got up from his spot and got behind you. He held back your hair as you threw up in the toilet again. This time it wasn’t as violent, but it still was a lot. You backed up and flushed the toilet.

You wiped your mouth as you groaned loudly. He sat back down to where you could see his face. You looked over at him and frowned. “This isn’t gross to you or anything?”

“I live in a frat house with 10 other hockey players,” he laughed. “Nothing’s grosser than that.”

You laughed again. You fixated on his pearly whites, those were rare for hockey players. “Luca,”

you said in a low voice. “This is why I like you. You know how to make me feel better.”

He shrugged, “What can I say? I’m a professional people pleaser”

After a few minutes, your stomach settled and you felt a little tired. “Hey, Luca?” you said as you looked over at him. His head perked up, he transferred his gaze over to you as his eyebrows raised. “Do you wanna… maybe… I don’t know, find a breakfast spot tomorrow?”

He smiled, “Like a date?”

Your cheeks turned bright red. “I don’t know, maybe.” Your heart started beating faster. If it wasn’t for the amount of alcohol you drank, you would’ve never asked him out. He made you feel comfortable by protecting you and making sure you were fine. This made you feel vulnerable.

He nodded and placed his hand on yours. “I’d love to do it.” His voice was so quiet that you could barely hear it over the sound of the music.

[sugar-plum-writer]

The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER- 4

Time froze as the icy chilling wind carried the tension raising it― swirling it around you and Sukuna devilishly wanting to see more. The reflecting still water beneath the bridge― quietly came forth― to freeze this moment, forever in its frozen waters― a frame forever lost in time

"Wh...what?" your voice trembled― eyes widened― the shock stunning you

"Are you deaf?" grabbing your wrist― pulling you close, the Wagasa slipped from your grasp― dropping to the cold ground.

His eyes bore into yours― voice calm and deep

"I said—" he leaned in, lips barely apart― sharing a breath, "If I am greedy for you— will I be able to go as far as I want?" his gaze unwavering, "Y/n?"

Like a spark, a fire had been ignited in your heart― it burned away all the ice in your veins, unlocking your soul. Blood rushed to your face as you pushed him away flustered.

But he held your wrist tighter, making you face him, forcing you to look into his blood-red-eyes

"Look at me, and tell me Y/n", he demanded, "I need an answer"

"I don't play games darling", with a smirk he chuckled

"I―", lowering your lashes as you looked away flustered

"I cannot give you an answer right now, I apologize― for I― still…have things left to do", saying these words you turned around and ran, you ran as fast as your feet allow you to― your heart slamming against your chest

He stood there as he watched your silhouette vanish with a dangerous grin― as an ominous smile tugged his lips

You ran and ran as fast as you could, bumping past all kinds of people as you entered your room and slammed the door shut― leaning against the wall and letting out a huff as your body tried to relax

The room has always felt suffocating, the last comforting place― you have been in this room since the time Oka-san announced― that it was yours when you became a Geisha.

Having met countless men, and gotten many confessions, and words of love― you were used to rejecting them without thinking twice― but none ever made you feel the way you felt today

"Oh my god…I almost said yes", you sat still not recovered from yesterday's incident, curling up to your knees and burying your face

"I cannot… after all…", your eyes emotionless staring at the tatami mat― the air heavy with your gloom― as shadows reflected from your heart to your soul

"I need to finish what I have started"

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Some days had passed, and your usual routine played. Changed into your night clothes― you sat trembling― as beads of sweat glistened down your skin― and fear reverberated in the air

"I have given you time long enough, either you tell me— or I make that mouth of yours talk", a dominating voice boomed, dripping with malice

"S-Sukuna…why…why are you after me?", you gulp trying not to scream as everyone is asleep

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes…I do", raising your head you looked him in the eyes― fearful of what was to come

With a snap of his fingers― all the candles extinguished as an ominous feeling tugged at your heart― in an impulse you crawled close to him

It was the right choice as the moment you did, curses beyond what your eyes could see, appeared throughout the room. Crawling from the floors to the walls, hiding in every nook and cranny— with heart wrenching screams echoing throughout the room.

"This is why", he chuckled pulling you close by the waist

"To have so many curses latch onto you, of so many types", he raised your chin, gazing into your eyes

"Makes even me, The King of Curses wonder what is your story y/n?"

Terrified of what you saw, you clasped his hands tightly afraid

"All…all of these? They…are connected to me?", your throat felt dry― stomach churned with anxiety and you felt nauseous

"Curses are born from negative feelings and emotions, To have so many, how much do you bury in your heart Y/n? It is a grave of your cursed feelings, you cursed yourself", he chuckled, and with a raise of his hand― they were all diced, slaughtered into pieces― contrary to dying surprisingly they regenerated.

"Shall I help you, get rid of the curse in your heart Y/n? Forever breaking the chains tying you"

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[amazingmsme]

The Boo Brothers

AN: Late, I know, but class doesn’t get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!

Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.

Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.

The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.

That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.

He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.

"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.

"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.

"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.

"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"

Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.

“Absolutely! And I’d appreciate it if you took this seriously,” he said, really hamming it up. “I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look!” He “released” his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“You liahahar!” she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.

“Nu uh!” Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. “See, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,” he lamented, working up Gwen’s sides. “I’m afraid I’m possessed by some kind of tickle monster!”

“You ahahare not!” she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Don’t know mate, seems legit to me,” he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.

“I just can’t help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really can’t help it!”

“Shuhut it you bahahastard!”

“Hey, I’m just as much a victim in this as you are!”

Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.

“Is there a reason you’re torturing them, or are you just bored?” he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.

“Peter’s possessed by a tickle monster!” Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough.

“Is he now?” he asked, seemingly uninterested. “Well I guess I’ll leave you all to it.” He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.

“Sorry bud, but I can’t help myself right now,” he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.

“G-go toho hehehell,” he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.

“Well that’s rude!” Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peter’s hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguel’s neck.

A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. “Ohohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahat’s bad! Peter!” Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.

Peter backed off with a smug grin. “You alright?” Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.

“What?” Miguel snapped, though it wasn’t as harsh as you’d expect.

“I bit you. You’re possessed now, it’s how it works,” he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.

“Bullshit.”

“No, it’s true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!” he explained frantically.

“You’re really gonna blame your wife?” Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.

“You’re missing the point. You’re possessed by the ghost too now,” he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.

“Oh so it’s a ghost now?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. “Well then, it’s a good thing they aren’t real.” He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.

Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.

“Well well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,” he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peter’s gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, “But he wanted me to tell you: run.” He really didn’t have to tell them twice.

They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.

Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.

They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.

Maybe Peter should get “possessed” more often.

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep2

• dogmeat's introduction 🥺 • the enclave being shown as supremely evil because how could you incinerate live puppies 😭 • i want more backstory on siggi because i am curious if this is change of heart or like a mole • the super mutant hand needs to go from easter egg to reality next season forreal • i noticed siggi was drinking whiskey? to numb the pain of putting that cold fusion chip in his head--- i also wonder if he was drinking because he knew he wasn't going to make it • saw on reddit someone asking so it's the enclave who has cold fusion? and i'm still a bit confused about that because... i was thinking moldaver had something to do with its creation but then siggi knew exactly who lucy was... if the enclave is supposed to be a continuation of the pre war us government, then it feels like there's more tying the enclave and vault tec together than i thought

• in the escape scene, it seems like the other scientist knew siggi was betraying the enclave, but how? if they have cold fusion, was it obvious he was "stealing" it and trying to give it to someone else? maybe i have gaps in my knowledge here • siggi genuinely does seem like he's trying to do the right thing though 🥲 • dogmeat seeing that guy try to harm siggi and dogmeat fuckin' him up ❤️ • game dogmeat being referred sometimes as a boy and show dogmeat being a girl lol [love the gender doesn't matterism here gldfgld]

• the people who are enslaved work at the enclave being held there and escape meaning death • if these are namibia scenes where lucy is trekking, they are breathtaking, wonderful worldbuilding • lucy seeing a tumbleweed for the first time and going "the heck?" but then i like, remember she doesn't really know what "wind" is 😭 [and this also subverts the "tumbleweed blowing in the wind through a desert or desolate place" trope, i'm sorry but this a masterclass in comedy lmao] • her coming across some bodies but this time skeletons at a dinner table, a family of four i believe, all having taken poison, vault tech brand [a chilling scene but fallout is known for their hilariously placed skeletions so there's one with a cup of dirt in front of it] • probably the first time lucy is being confronted by hank and/or vault tec's lies, depending • lucy setting a [camp] fire, and me recognizing immediately it was a bad move [i watch too much stuff 💀] • i honestly' can't believe she took off her pip boy • dogmeat finding lucy 🥺 • it was destiny in so many ways because dogmeat is tearing that radroach the fuck up • siggi giving like a monologue in the most unsettling voice ever was so funny to me • siggi trying to tell her these animals [if you can call them that] up there are insane and genuinely in the nicest way possible trying to tell her she should go home • "question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?" is some crazy foreshadowing • the cold fusion capsule glowing as he walks away • lord titus being an asshole and maximus doing the same to thaddeus lmao • lord titus "wanting to shoot something" and his stupidity leading to his own demise • [i like neither lord titus or the actor that plays him so dkfsdkgd] • dogmeat going into the yao guai den and coming back with a hand like it was sharing it with them 😭 • maximus being continuously disrespected and knocked down a peg, he doesn't deserve this 😞 • insane how close and somehow inadvertently hot on the trail lord titus and maximus was for siggi and dogmeat • learning squires appears to be a dime a dozen and that's one reason lord titus sent maximus deeper into the cave, the other is that he was scared • maximus seemed to be both disillusioned and struck with fear watching the yao guai attack lord titus--- so it was almost breathtakingly offensive when lord titus decided to blame maximus for everything and wanting him like, court martialed almost for this incident, despite maximus being small of gun and armourless, despite them both being scared, lord titus blames maximus for lord titus' own failings • "this wasteland fucking sucks!" love that running motif • anyways glad that guy died, next! • lmao this very disgusting man in a diaper or something being thankful lucy didn't shoot him but also drinking all her water 😭 • lucy getting a taste of wasteland selfishness and desperation gdfgdgfd • maximus belongs in a power suit • this chicken fucking man having the elixir to immortality or regeneration or whatever it is 😭 • and the chicken farmer, in a cameo, is a makeup designer and props department person 🙂 • in a beautiful shot, it looks like lucy is in the famous car forest or a replica of it • her trying to be convivial and people just not having it 😢 • filly is very fallout and i assume gamers enjoyed this scene because • everyone is in bizarre and comical mad max style outfits, iguana meat, giving metaton vibes • so i just read filly was named because it's a landfill but also there's the fact it was filmed in an airplane and automobile graveyard outside new jersey [close to philadelphia] and that there is a fillmore, california • also saw where it's modeled to look a lot like megaton and i thought this on first viewing • i didn't even realize cooper was already shown sitting and waiting, the crossing of paths was crazy • lucy seeing degeneracy first hand 💀 • lucy seeing weird shit and smiling because she, too, is weird

• cooper mysteriously and sexily watching from afar after cornering his bounty • "barv get in here" not ma june calling her friend to come and point and laugh at lucy • moldaver being ma june's client and that's why she shuts lucy down so fast after she asks about that pip boy • ma june saying lucy got all ten fingers, damn the writers were so • "i know that it can't have been easy for you up here, what with all the murder and the dirt" lmao lucy please • lucy realising vault tec's demonic saviour complex is very hard to preach about to wastelanders, people who have survived for centuries and without the help of the vaulties • lucy really is from the rich part of town because ma june was so insulted by her lies, she took her gun out • cooper, siggi, lucy intersecting was so crazy though • kind of wondering why siggi didn't wear a disguise as a wanted man • siggi trying to be nice and warning lucy to leave versus ma june harshly reminding cooper him and his ghoul kind aren't wanted in filly • getting chills that siggi is explaining to lucy what her vault experiment basically was as i didn't see it as that on first watch • siggi was telling her to go home because if someone smart realized who she was or where she came from, all hell would break loose • ok so cooper says the bounty went out from all six agencies but i could only think of three, wondering who they all are • ma june mentions she was given caps for siggi's safe transport out of filly, cooper mentioning a bidding war, is that why he shot siggi's leg clean off [probably did because bounty was dead or alive] • ma june getting people clipped by putting caps on whoever can take cooper down first 😭 • cooper smiling as all them people descend on him because this is the "the love of the game" shit he was talkin' bout 😭💀 • "all this murder makin' me hungry" cooper essentially • him eating those cherry tomatoes and then paying for them 🥲 • almost forgot cooper actually did get shot multiple times and kept goin', ghouls are somethin' else • noticing cooper gave ma june a nonlethal leg shot versus basically sending siggi to his demise with his • cooper stabbing not shooting dogmeat • cooper was about to shoot but lucy's candor and morality was a breath of fresh air, he was so shook lmao • he was so charmed, he kept walking, leaving him open to her shooting him in quite literally his heart [ok symbolism] 😭, smiling and everything • "well now that is a very small drop in a very, very large bucket of drugs" lmaooo they created ultrajet for ghouls because jet isn't strong enough for them • lucy being immediately impressed with the t60 • i hate maximus had to lie because this was so "knight in shining armour" but why did he reveal his face to lucy knowing if the brotherhood of steel had found out this early about what he did, he'd be dead meat like • cooper almost shot that girl like three times ldgld • i genuinely think the tranquilizer effected him but just a teensy bit • siggi saying he could still make the trip and ma june saying he'd be lucky to make it to breakfast ☹️ • jim's limbs has be cracking up every time • them installing that robo leg onto siggi is the most gory and disgusting scene to me and i hope it gets worse • something oddly sweet about siggi saying lucy can take him to moldaver after nearly begging lucy to go back home for her own safety, she put her life on the line to save him 😞 • cooper getting mopped by maximus in that power suit sends • i didn't realize after maximus made cooper fall, cooper says "goddamn, that hurt" 😭 • "you drive that thing like a fucking shopping cart" and it's a power suit gldgfld • that snake oil salesman really was telling the truth, he maybe could've healed siggi • cooper petting dogmeat while giving them a stimpak, cooper showing a genuine smile while doing so • siggi really lost too much blood and i thought this back in filly • siggi saying the cynanide pill from vault tec was the most humane thing they produced, pre war was a dark time

[bullet-prooflove]

This is the Year: Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Resolutions!

Tagging: @stydiaswish @goosterroose @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @darqchilddaydreamz

Juice doesn’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. He’s made them plenty of times over the years, but he’s never been able to stick to it. That is until he meets you.

He’s sitting on the swings by the clubhouse when midnight comes around, a beer clasped in his hand. His gaze shifts to Tig whose standing on the porch, his arm looped around Suzie’s waist, his thumb ghosting over her cheek. Those silver rings contrast against her skin as he tips her chin up and kisses her. There’s so much love between the two of them, there has been from the start and now the two of them have a baby.

Juice wants that, he wants to feel like he matters to someone, to love them and be loved in return.

This is the year, I do it. He promises himself as he watches the fireworks erupt throughout the night sky. This is the year he asks you out.

It started in late November in the botanical gardens. Tig had been doing a lot of treks across the country, smoothing out the Sons withdrawal from the gun game. Suzie was getting big, trying to finish up work at Cara, Cara before maternity leave started. She was finding it hard to walk Bonnie. Juice had offered to help out, he loved animals especially dogs. He’d started taking Bonnie to the botanical gardens. He’d read up on scent walks, how they were mentally relaxing for dogs. He thought that it may help with the healing process after everything she’d been through with the dog fighting ring.

The two of them had gotten into a routine. They’d go to the gardens, and she’d have a sniff around, explore for a bit before they played with the ball launcher. After that they’d chill under a tree, get some doggie ice cream, people watch and play tug.

They’ve been doing this for a couple of weeks before he notices you. The pretty girl on the bench with the sketch book. He’s always been fascinated by creatives, he’s more mechanical minded, good with his hands. It’s the reason he’s so good with computers and with engines, there’s something about them that just makes sense to him. He catches your eye, and you give him that smile. The one that makes his entire world light up.

It's April when the roses come into bloom, it gives the botanical gardens a new lease of life. Bonnie’s in her element, there’s new smells to explore. The dog has come out of her shell so much over the past few months that Tig’s asked him to continue with the dog walking. Both him and Suzie are busy with the new baby, they want to make sure Bonnie doesn’t get left out.  

It’s Bonnie that makes the first move, the gardeners have been rearranging some of the plants, adding new ones. You just so happen to be seated alongside of one of them, the lead slips out of his grasp as she takes off bee-lining towards it. He hauls ass after her, calling her name. When he eventually catches up, she’s seated in front of you, tongue lolling out of her mouth as you shower her with attention.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologises, scooping up the leash. “There’s a lot of new smells, she gets excited.”

“I get it.” You tell him. “My friend’s dog is the same. We usually come out here in the evenings, play a little, it’s a good wind down.”

“You like dogs?” Juice asks as he scratches behind Bonnie’s ears.

“Sometimes more than I like people.” You say with a smile.

He laughs because honestly, he feels the same way.

“Hey, let me buy you a coffee.” He says, tipping his head towards the coffee cart by the fountain. “You can tell me a little more about your friend’s dog.”

That’s how it starts. He learns that you’re an artist, that you teach adult classes at the local college throughout the day and some evenings. You come to the botanical gardens to get to some versatility, drawing nature throughout the seasons, sometimes you draw people. You flick through the pages of your sketchbook, showing him different depictions of the same space. It transforms throughout the year, sometimes the shading changes, you add shadows. It grows, it develops, it becomes something more.

“I prefer painting.” You tell him when the two of you head out on one of your evening dog walks. Bonnie and Misha, the Cockapoo are checking out the trail ahead as you walk side by down, sipping hot chocolates from the coffee cart. “I just love working with colour, seeing the difference it makes, the contrast.”

“You have such passion.” He tells you as his thumb chases up the side of the takeaway cup.

“What are you passionate about?” You ask him, your shoulder bumping against his.

“Honestly?” He asks, taking a gulp of his caramel hot chocolate.

“Yea.” You say with that enthusiastic grin of yours. “What gets you up in the morning? What do you live and breathe?”

“Engines.” He tells you, shrugging his shoulders as you laugh. “I don’t know what to say! When I start stripping down a bike and I put my hands to work, something in me just clicks. It’s like the whole world makes sense. I just focus on the task, the nuts and bolts of it and I don’t know…” he trails off for a second as he tries to find the words. “It’s soothing you know?”

“That’s how I feel about painting.” You tell him, your gaze on the two dogs as they snuffle in one of the bushes. “I couldn’t do it for a while, a couple of years ago and it drove me absolutely crazy.”

“I noticed the scars.” Juice remarks gesturing at your right arm. “You broke your arm at one point?”

“What’s Misha got?” You say, quickening your step before you call out for the dog to ‘drop it’.

The walks turn to dinner dates, which turn to late night bike rides because sometimes he can’t sleep, and he discovers that you can’t either. You feel so good against him, your arms wrapped around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back. It’s after one of these rides that you invite him inside and he knows it’s not just for coffee.

He makes love to you in fresh sheets, in a room that’s filled with canvases and colour. His fingers entwin with yours, your thighs hitching around his waist as he loves you like he’s loved no one else. Your fingertips chase over the scars on his back, the ones from where he was shivved in prison.

You know that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t sleep sometimes. He dreams about that day, of the shiv plunging into him, the blood dripping onto the concrete underneath his feet.

Your palms trail down the curve of his spine, caressing his ass before you draw him even deeper, and he moans into your mouth because until then he’s tried to be a gentleman but you…

You untether him completely.

It’s playful, sensual and soft. He smiles as you bite his lower lip because his baby, she knows exactly what she wants and it’s him. When you shatter underneath him, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He comes hard, his hips flush against yours as he drinks down your pleasure.

Another year, another New Year’s party.

Juice steals you away before midnight, breaking into the botanical gardens where the two of you first met. He lays down a picnic blanket so that you can watch the fireworks in peace.

It’s perfect, this moment, lying beneath the stars with the woman he loves.

He’s been carrying the ring around with him since he bought it a couple of weeks, just waiting for the right time and he knows now in his heart that this is it.

He says your name as he props himself up, withdrawing the ring from his pocket. You tilt your head towards him as he holds it up.

“Simone, I love you.” He tells you, the earnestness shining in his features. “Let me spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me.

“Juan…”

He just loves the way you say his name. You’re the only one that gets to call him that, the only one he lets call him that.

“Juan, I can’t.”

His world crashes in on him. The ring slips from between his fingers tumbling onto the blanket and getting lost in the folds. Everything goes numb, he feels the emptiness flood through his body as you reach for him, your thumb ghosting across his cheek. It’s just an intimate gesture, and it hurts so fucking much.

“It’s not you.” You tell him, your voice cracking. “It’s me, it’s entirely me.”

The story comes out in stops and starts and Juice’s heart breaks with every single word. You can’t marry him, of course you can’t, because you’re still married to the abusive asshole who used to beat the hell out of you.

It’s the reason you left Seattle and came to Charming.

You’d ran after he’d smacked you around so hard, he’d shattered your right arm. He’s the reason it aches when it rains, the reason you had to stop painting a couple of years ago.

“I never divorced him.” You tell Juice as you sit on the picnic blanket with your knees drawn up to your chest. “If I do, he’ll find me…”

Your eyes sting, the tears leaking down your cheeks. You let out a shaky exhale before you raise your eyes to the sky.

“It’s over, right?” You say as you use the back of your hand to chase away the tears.

“No.” Juice says quietly as he sits beside you. “Not if you don’t want it to be.”

“I can’t give you what you want,” You say softly, toying with the beaded bracelet on your wrist. “I can’t be your wife.”

He gathers you up into his arms, drawing you into the comfort of his body. If he could take this all away for you he would, but he can’t because your history is what brought you here to him. His love for you, that’s unconditional, it doesn’t matter what label you put on it. He’s yours, for better or for worse.

“I don’t need a wife,” He whispers against your hair line as he cradles you close. “I just need you.”

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[lafrexniere]

What's The Big Deal?

Summer in Michigan Series

Warnings: None Note: Parts are going to be uploaded quicker since it's my last week before starting college

Trevor’s POV:

Y/N Caufield. Ever since I saw her after a few years she was all I would think about this summer. I fell asleep on her the first night, not on purpose, but I didn’t want to move. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized where I was and felt at peace, I didn’t have to worry about the house, my career, or anything, just the people I was with, but that peace wouldn’t last long. The first day at the house I watched her with Alex, my best friend, and saw how happy and carefree she was, I just wished it was me out there chasing her. 

“Trevor, Trev,” Cole snapped me out of my staring. 

“Sorry, what?”

“Spencer and Cam just got here come on,” he said. As I moved towards the door, I couldn’t help but look back, her hair blowing in the wind, the smile stretching across her face she was beautiful. I greeted my old friends burying everything I was feeling about Y/N. I kept it hidden until Y/N and Alex became our topic of discussion. 

“Y/N Caufield and Alex, Cole how are you feeling about all this?” Cam asked him. 

“They are best friends, they’ve always been like this, I trust Alex,” he answered. 

“Don’t look now but he’s holding her,” Spencer said looking out the window. 

“What?!” Jack, Cole, and I all shouted in unison. I knew why Cole was yelling, I knew why I was, but why was Jack? I looked outside watching him carry her, it made my stomach turn inside out. The two of them walked inside leaving all of you staring at them. 

“Oh my god chill, she’s my best friend,” Alex said to you guys.

“Yeah okay,” Cam commented. Y/N approached the open area next to me on the couch while Alex made his way to the stairs. 

“Where’s he going?” Spencer asked her. 

“He had a little accident,” she laughed. Her laugh could make anyone feel better, it made me quickly get rid of my anger towards her and Alex. Y/N sat down next to me on the couch between Cole and me. I glanced over at her seeing her smile, Cole was introducing her. 

“Y/N, do you remember Cam and Spencer?”

“You guys look familiar, and I definitely remember Cole talking about you guys,” she smiled. I watched her continue to get to know Spencer and Cam trying not to think of them as a threat of anything. 

“Oh my gosh wait that’s where I recognize you, the gold medal,” I only paid attention to bits and pieces of the conversation, I was too busy trying to figure out what to do about her and Alex. Once he came back downstairs it became one big social party, we played games, talked more, ate, and then ended the night with some Chel. It was getting late, and I was hoping she’d fall asleep again, but that thought was completely bashed when she announced she was leaving. 

“I’m going to bed guys, See you all tomorrow,” she yawned.

“Good night,”

“See ya Y/N,”

“Good night sis,”

“Sleep well,” Alex smiled.

“Good night,” Jack said monotonely. Now was my chance, she was almost at the stairs. 

“I’ll walk you up,” I said with no hesitation. Why did I say that? I really didn’t know. The boys looked confused as I stood up. I smiled approaching Y/N  before we made our way upstairs. She turned toward the bathroom, and I followed close behind her. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, fixing her hair while we stood at the double sink. 

“Yeah, but I wanted to,” I said, feeling my heart begin to race in my chest.

“Well, thanks,” she said smiling. She began to blush, she was adorable, she cleared her throat and looked away flustered as if she was embarrassed.

“Good night Y/N,” I said after kissing her red cheek. I headed downstairs smiling and still feeling your heart practically beating out of my chest. I went back to my seat on the couch feeling giddy. 

“What’s got you all smiley?” Cam asked me. 

“Nothing,” I said quickly. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Alex said. 

“What’d you do with my sister?” Cole said sternly. I looked down at my lap sighing then looked at my friends surrounding me, I’m sure they wouldn’t think anything of it. It was just an innocent little kiss on the cheek, nothing more. 

“I kissed her good night,” I said hesitantly. 

“Trev and little C alright,” Spencer laughed. 

“Shut up Spencer.” Alex barked at him.

“She’s just your friend remember dumbass, or did you lie?” Spencer barked back.

“Guys chill, it was on the cheek, I’m a gentleman remember,” I smiled trying to lighten the mood. 

“Remember she’s my sister,” Cole said to me as if it was a warning of something.

“Was it like kissing Cole,” Cam teased.

“Shut up,” I laughed. 

“Ew gross,” Alex said. We continued to laugh until it was interrupted.

“Can we change the topic?” Jack asked. The laughter stopped, leaving an awkward silence. 

“Forget it, I’m just gonna go to bed you guys have fun,” he continued.

“Jack wait,” I said. 

“If you want to talk we are talking privately,” he glared at you. The two of us left the group as they began to talk again. I followed Jack up to a room starting to think it was a mistake. 

“What’s the big deal?” I asked. 

Jack’s POV:

“What’s the big deal?” my best friend asked me. 

“The big deal?” I shouted slamming the door, “You kissed Y/N!”

“So? Why does that affect you?” Trevor said back to me. 

“I don’t know, because I like her maybe, and I have for a while now, every time Cole mentions her I can’t help but smile, I thought I told you this,” I continued yelling. I felt bad yelling at him but I couldn’t help it. I liked Y/N since we were kids, Cole and I would never let her join us because girls had cooties or whatever, but as I matured I made more of an effort to try and talk to her. When juniors happened and she went to college we went separate ways and it felt like a piece of me was missing. I tried to move on to other girls, but none of them were Y/N. 

“Well, I think I like her too Jack and well you didn’t tell me so I didn’t think anything,” Trevor yelled back at me, “Have you even done anything with her,” he didn’t let me talk. “That’s what I thought.”

“Can you just shut up for a second and let me talk,” I shouted. He stood there with his arms crossed tapping his foot waiting for me to say something, but I didn’t know if I wanted to tell him anymore. I took a deep breath and began to explain what happened the first night.

“She fell asleep on me Trevor. We were on the couch you and Cole were dozing off, I was the only one left awake. I was about to go upstairs when I felt her head on my shoulder, I couldn’t wake her up, I couldn’t move. I rested my head on hers and fell asleep, even if it didn’t mean anything to her it meant something to me.” Trevor looked stunned by my story, I didn’t know if her falling asleep meant anything to her, if it didn’t it meant Y/N truly was up for grabs and my little crush on her as a kid had to be paused. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I knew something was off with you today, I just couldn’t figure it out, it’s the same reason I was upset,” Trevor sat down on the bed, I joined him. 

“I’m sorry too, for this whole argument, It wasn’t right for me to make a scene like that,” I apologized. We were gentlemen and hugged it out, then continued to unwind while getting ready for bed. 

“Hey Z,”

“Yeah, Jack?”

“Promise whatever happens with Y/N, we won’t let it get between us?” I said lying on one of the beds in the room. 

“Deal,” Trevor smiled. I went to bed thinking about how interesting this summer would be, and wondering if anything would happen with Y/N.

[fcble]

FREEZE FRAME — A series of timestamps taking place over the first leg of Fable’s second world tour.

SATURDAY, APRIL 14, 2:49 PM KST — THE FABLE GROUP CHAT (SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA)

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 17, 10:02 AM PDT — JOSHUA TREE NATIONAL PARK (JOSHUA TREE, CALIFORNIA)

“This is it?” Mingeun asks.

Byeonghwi is inclined to agree with him. They’ve been on the road for almost three hours, having left the comfort of their Los Angeles hotel early in the morning. If not for the sudden loss of buildings in the little town they passed through fifteen minutes ago, he’d swear they weren’t moving. 

“Isn’t it fun?” Andrew asks from the driver’s seat. 

Byeonghwi, stuck in the middle seat of the back row, leans over Haksu to look out the window. As far as he can tell, they came here to look at rocks, sand, some scraggly plants, some more rocks, and surprisingly, a lot of other people and cars. 

“It’s the great American outdoors,” Andrew continues, rolling down all four windows of their rental car. Haksu immediately rolls his back up. 

“It’s just rocks,” Mingeun says, raising his voice over the wind whipping through the windows. 

“And sand,” Byeonghwi adds.

In the passenger seat, Intak reaches toward the center console and skips the next song.

“I like that song,” Haksu complains.

“That’s the third ballad in a row,” Intak says. “It’s putting me to sleep.”

Mingeun fiddles with a small video camera. Byeonghwi wouldn’t put it past him to “accidentally” drop it out of the window. He wishes they could have a vacation without the cameras. He could go anywhere on his own, or with normal people who aren't celebrities, but his closest friends are the rest of Fable. The smallest saving grace is that this time, there's no camera crew. It's just the five of them—Andrew had insisted on driving and told Daewoong in no uncertain terms that he wasn't allowed to come and besides, they wouldn't all fit in the car—and Mingeun’s camera and Haksu's playlist and the great American outdoors.

“Let’s play a game,” Mingeun says, setting up the camera to point to the rather monotonous landscape. “I spy something beige.”

“Is it that rock?” Haksu asks, pointing out the window.

“It was that one that we just passed.” Mingeun points vaguely to the back of the car.

“This is fun,” Andrew repeats, though it seems like it's only fun to him. 

Byeonghwi starts to feel a little bad for him. When he heard they had an extra day of vacation in LA, he thought they might go to Disneyland. He’s always wanted to go to Disneyland. Then Daewoong and Andrew disappeared somewhere last night after their concert, and returned with a car. Byeonghwi woke up to Andrew’s alarm and a Toyota key fob on the nightstand.

“I think it’s fun,” he ventures. It isn’t the full truth, but it isn’t a lie either. It’s fun to spend time with the people he likes, even if they’re stuck in a car all day, because they can’t risk getting lost in the desert one stop into their world tour.

“Thanks, Hwi.” In the rearview mirror, Andrew’s expression is inscrutable behind his sunglasses. 

Intak skips the next two songs on Haksu’s playlist.

Haksu crosses his arms, elbow poking uncomfortably into Byeonghwi’s side. “I don’t understand why we’re listening to my music if you’re just going to skip every song.”

“Intak-hyung can’t have the aux. He’ll make us listen to SoundCloud rap,” Mingeun complains.

“Which is better than lofi beats to chill and fall asleep to,” Intak says.

Byeonghwi always finds it amusing that a group of singers can’t come to a consensus on music to listen to.

Andrew interrupts over both of them, launching into what Byeonghwi takes to be his best argument-defusing method of too many facts. “Did you know this park is around our ages? It was established in 1994.” He sounds like he memorized that from somewhere. “The national park system as a whole owes much of its success to President Teddy Roosevelt. He died for our sins. That’s why we put him on Mount Rushmore.”

“That was Jesus,” Haksu mutters.

But Byeonghwi sees the flash of Andrew’s grin in the mirror, and he knows he said that on purpose. His phone vibrates in his lap, and Byeonghwi unlocks it to see a new group chat consisting of himself, Mingeun, and Haksu. There’s only one message from Mingeun, which reads, if i act like this in canada, push me into the waterfall.

Got it 🫡, Haksu sends back, and Byeonghwi starts to think that maybe looking at a bunch of rocks might be better than Disneyland.

FRIDAY, APRIL 19, 8:29 AM CDT — CIVIL GOAT (AUSTIN, TEXAS)

Andrew probably doesn’t have to be working all the time. Technically, he’s working because Fable is on tour, but in the early hours of the morning, he has no obligations other than the ones he sets himself. He doesn't have to wake up early in the morning and drag Daewoong out to a coffee shop with him so he can do real work. He does it anyway.

His current project isn't anything related to Fable, but a simple review and some feedback for the debut mini album of Zenith Entertainment’s next idol group. Their main songwriter is a fresh-faced, barely twenty-year-old Korean American who asked Andrew for a Gmail address so he could share his music over Google Drive. Andrew felt practically geriatric next to him, like he should be checking into a retirement home soon. Apparently kids these days don't burn demo CDs, which works out for Andrew, because his laptop doesn't have a CD player.

He's just getting into the rhythm of his review of the proposed title track when his thoughts are interrupted by a girl standing much too close to his table, asking, “Can I have your autograph?”

He registers the question first, her WHEN TIGERS USED TO SMOKE: THE FIRST WORLD TOUR sweatshirt next, and her UT Austin lanyard third. A fan, then. “Of course.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Daewoong start to stand across the room. Andrew waves him back down into his chair.

She drops her bag into the seat across from him and rips a page out of a notebook.

Andrew closes his laptop and picks up her proffered gel pen. “What's your name?”

“Hanna. H-A-N-N-A.”

He signs a piece of college-ruled folder paper, scrawling out a simple “thank you for supporting Fable” message alongside his dusty stage name, Yejun, in messy cursive. 

Hanna beams anyway, tucking it away into a folder. “I'll frame it.” It doesn't sound like she's joking.

She busies herself with tucking away her new autograph, but she seems to be lingering, as if she's indecisive about something.

“Let me buy you a coffee,” Andrew says, even though he knows he shouldn't. 

“You don't have to,” Hanna says quickly. “I don't want to bother you. I have to go to class.”

“You aren't bothering me.” Andrew lowers his voice into a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t tell my manager. I'll put it on the company card.”

She smiles at that, and lets Andrew accompany her to the counter.

Andrew's phone buzzes as they wait. He picks it up long enough to read over half a warning message from Daewoong, before dismissing the notification. If Daewoong genuinely means it, he can walk over and demand Andrew leave. Until then, Andrew plans on ignoring him. It's ridiculous that he needs supervision.

Hanna clutches her latte with both hands. It doesn’t look like she’s going to drink it—probably because Andrew bought it for her.

“Thank you so much for the drink,” she says. She takes a deep breath. “I know you probably hear this a lot and it definitely sounds cheesy but I just wanted to tell you that your music has really inspired me. I'm learning how to play the piri because of you. It makes me feel like less of a fraud.”

That’s a feeling Andrew knows all too well. He wishes he wasn’t so intimately acquainted with it. He thinks he should have gotten over it by now, but he hasn’t. He imagines it’ll plague him for his entire life. But none of that is anything he can say in front of a fan, because he’s the idol, and he’s supposed to have his shit together. 

“I’m glad,” he says instead. Every follow-up line he can think of feels hollow and forced, like he memorized it from the playbook of Shit Idols Are Supposed to Say, which he did. “I'm glad I could be someone worth looking up to.” And someone I never thought I needed or wanted when I was younger, Andrew adds silently to himself.

The starstruck expression on Hanna’s face has yet to waver. “I'm really excited for your concert tonight.”

“I'll see you there,” he says, cheesy as it is, because he did read the playbook of Shit Idols Are Supposed to Say. Haksu would be proud.

He watches her pick up her backpack again, putting her drink down for the shortest few seconds. The coffee shop's door swings shut behind her.

And Andrew feels a little better, because it means he’s doing something right. He’s done some good in the world. Then Daewoong strides over to his table, and says, in what might be the coldest tone he’s ever heard, “We're leaving.”

Andrew is getting better at picking his battles, so he packs up his laptop without a complaint. Taein’s new group will have to wait.

MONDAY, APRIL 21, 1:23 AM EDT — THE FABLE GROUP CHAT (NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK)

MONDAY, APRIL 22, 12:49 PM EDT — HORSESHOE FALLS (NIAGARA FALLS, ONTARIO)

So far, Mingeun thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at keeping his cool. It’s easy, because he doesn’t have the same boundless enthusiasm for Canada that Andrew has for America. It looks like he won’t need Haksu to push him over the edge after all. It’d be difficult, anyway, because the guard rail is almost as tall as him, and he’d hit the rocks bordering the falls before the water.

He watches Andrew flip through a glossy pamphlet, oversized sunglasses covering most of his face. Mingeun can sense the way he’s going to share something he just learned, so he excuses himself, leaving Intak to suffer alone. He joins Byeonghwi and Haksu at the rail instead. Byeonghwi is taking everything in with the same wide-eyed innocence he had in every previous city. Haksu is trying to take a selfie without all the crowds in the background. He keeps repositioning himself, holding his phone up, posing, and then frowning at his screen. Mingeun watches him struggle a few times before he intervenes.

“Give me that, hyung,” he says, holding his hand out for Haksu’s phone.

Haksu gives it up without complaint. “You have to get my good side.”

Mingeun rolls his eyes. “Every side is your good side.”

“I know. I was making sure you knew it too.”

Mingeun stands back and makes sure part of his finger is over the camera lens in a few of the pictures. It won’t make Haksu any less cocky or more humble, but it amuses Mingeun. He hands the phone back to Haksu, watching closely for his reaction.

“For an idol, you’re really bad at taking pictures,” Haksu says. “What’s this?”

Mingeun peers over his shoulder at a picture of shapeless pink blob with the barest hint of the waterfall in the background. “You,” he says, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

“That’s not what I look like!” Haksu squawks.

Mingeun takes a step back and pretends to consider him. “I don’t know. I see a resemblance. What do you think, Hwi?” He tugs at Byeonghwi’s shoulder and shoots him one of his characteristic death glares with the silent message to play along. Byeonghwi can be a bit of a killjoy sometimes, and that's not what Mingeun wants right now.

To his relief, Byeonghwi seems to get it. He shades Haksu's phone screen with his hand, looking intently at the picture. “I think Mingeun-hyung is right.”

Haksu pouts, sticking out his bottom lip so far it almost looks like he might cry. “You're both terrible.”

“I know,” Mingeun says, content with his antics. Haksu makes a good victim because he always bounces back. In a few hours, he'll recover perfectly fine and tweet the good pictures of himself. Mingeun doesn't doubt it.

THURSDAY, APRIL 25, 10:33 PM BST — HILTON LONDON BANKSIDE (LONDON, ENGLAND)

“We have a special guest with us tonight,” Mingeun says. He flips his phone around so that its screen is visible to their live broadcast camera. The remnants of their room service dinner peek into the bottom of the frame, phone and plates resting on the same hotel room desk, but Mingeun either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Byeonghwi pushes his plate out of view.

“Hello, everyone.” On screen, Eunsu waves with both hands. He’s silhouetted by what appears to be his bed, plain blue covers draping almost to the floor. Byeonghwi reaches over Mingeun and increases the phone’s volume. “It’s been a long time.”

Eunsu always says the same thing every time he’s in a setting like this. This time around, Byeonghwi has to admit it’s accurate. He can’t remember the last time they’ve done anything like this. Eunsu commenting on Mingeun’s Instagram posts doesn’t count. 

“If you don’t know me,” Eunsu says, “I used to be Fable's lead rapper. Now I'm a normal citizen and Mingeun's best friend.”

Byeonghwi doesn't think there are any other idol groups with such a public relationship with their former members. But Eunsu left on good terms, and he never wanted to leave, so Byeonghwi thinks they're different.

“What’s the topic for your live?” Eunsu asks.

Mingeun shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t pick one. You can decide.”

“One butt or two butts,” Eunsu suggests, but Mingeun dismisses him almost immediately.

“Old news. What about whether or not you should be able to sing if you want to be an idol?”

Byeonghwi shoots Mingeun a wide-eyed, worried glance. He resists the urge to turn around and check how Daewoong, sprawled out on a mountain of pillows on one of the king-sized beds, out of sight but within earshot, is reacting to Mingeun's proposal. It's more topical, sure, but he doesn't want to cause controversy.

“I’m joking,” Mingeun says. He doesn’t sound like he’s joking. “There isn’t anything to discuss.”

“Five Mingeuns or five-year-old Mingeun,” Eunsu proposes, changing the subject with the speed and alacrity of someone well-accustomed to Mingeun.

That’s an old debate too, but this time, Mingeun has a different complaint. “Why is it always me?”

“Haksu-hyung,” Byeonghwi suggests, and watches Mingeun’s expression light up.

“Let’s all answer at the same time,” Mingeun says. “One, two, three.”

“Five-year-old Haksu-hyung,” Byeonghwi says at the exact same time as Mingeun. Eunsu follows with the same answer a second later, delayed by the slight lag of FaceTime.

Byeonghwi could have predicted that. Five Haksus would be unbearable, and everyone else present knows that too.

“That’s what I thought,” Eunsu says, sounding almost sad. “Is there anyone you would pick five of? Present company, for me.”

“Andrew-hyung,” Byeonghwi answers next.

Of course Mingeun has to disagree with that too. “Five-year-old Andrew would have too much to say.”

“And five of him wouldn’t?” Eunsu asks.

“I wouldn’t mind five of Jaeseop-hyung. Or Intak-hyung,” Mingeun continues like Eunsu didn’t say anything.

“You have to pick five of Intak-hyung,” Byeonghwi argues. “We’d lose him if he was five. He’d be too quiet and go missing.”

“That’s better,” Eunsu says, interrupting the end of Byeonghwi’s explanation. “He’s the opposite of Andrew-hyung. All we have to do is give him an iPad. He won’t go anywhere.”

Despite the slight delay in Eunsu’s responses, it almost feels like he’s in the room with them. Byeonghwi lets Mingeun and Eunsu’s careful dissection of five vs five year olds for every Fable member fade into the background. He’s always been something of a third wheel next to the two of them. The years that have passed since Eunsu’s departure dissolve in public interactions like this. It’s like he’s still one of them, and it makes it impossible for any of them to move on. 

And at times like this, when Byeonghwi is sitting in a hotel room of a foreign country, he feels almost guilty. It was Eunsu’s dream to be an idol to escape his small hometown and see the world. Why is he the one here instead, achieving a dream that was never his at all?

Mingeun kicks Byeonghwi’s leg under the desk. “You’re spacing out. Thinking about the worst five-year-old Haksu scenarios?”

“Yeah. They’re pretty bad,” Byeonghwi says. This isn’t his dream, but it is his job, so he plasters a smile on and continues Mingeun’s conversation.

SATURDAY, APRIL 27, 10:14 AM BST / 11:14 AM CEST — AIR FRANCE FLIGHT 1381 (SOMEWHERE OVER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL)

The roar of the jet engines drowns out any other noise, and that gives Haksu the confidence to take out a small camera. That, and he’s bored. The flight is only a little over an hour, but they’ve been on so many planes over the past two weeks that he’s exhausted everything he downloaded from Netflix and the majority of the same handful of in-flight entertainment options available on every flight.

“Mingeun-ah,” he says softly, poking Mingeun in the shoulder. “Where are we?”

“What?” Mingeun cracks one eye open, Haksu having interrupted his dozing off in his seat. Then he notices the camera. “Turn that shit off, hyung. McDonald's. Nike. Coca-Cola. Samsung.”

Haksu pouts and lowers the camera. “You’re no fun.”

Mingeun yawns and rubs his eyes. “Fine. I’ll do it. Ask your question again.”

Haksu doesn't really trust Mingeun not to mess it up again, so he does the exposition himself. He turns the camera on himself, so the two of them are in frame together. “We're going to France!” he stage-whispers. “It’s my first time, and I'm looking forward to it a lot.”

Then he turns in his seat and faces Mingeun. “Say something in French.”

He watches through the camera’s preview as Mingeun says, “Croissant. Cafeteria. Montreal.”

Haksu sighs, still disappointed. “I'll ask Andrew-hyung instead.”

The click of his seat belt unbuckling somehow cuts through the road of the engines. He kneels in his seat, pointing the camera over the back of his seat to where Andrew and Intak are locked in an intense game of air hockey on Intak's iPad. 

“Have you heard of Paris syndrome?” Andrew asks without looking up. The puck disappears into the virtual goal on Intak’s side.

Haksu stops the recording again. He trusts their video editors to somehow spin Mingeun's words, but not whatever Andrew is presenting him with. “I don’t have any kind of syndrome.”

Intak takes his iPad back. “It’s not something you need to worry about.”

Haksu can’t tell if his comment is meant to be demeaning, or if it’s just Intak being Intak. He ignores it and moves on, starting to feel slightly ridiculous as he turns the camera on again. “Have you been to France before?” he asks, deciding he doesn’t want to hear whatever French drivel Andrew will provide him with if prompted. He knows the answer to this question too, but the camera doesn’t.

“Once, when I was in college,” comes Andrew’s predictable response.

“Did you like it? Are you looking forward to performing there?” Haksu prompts. He’s used to conversations with Intak being akin to pulling teeth. Having the same experience with Andrew was unexpected.

“Of course,” he answers through gritted teeth. It comes with the silent assurance that he wouldn’t dream of saying anything else. “I thought you were bothering Mingeun.”

Haksu sighs, resting his chin on the top of his seat. “Mingeun’s boring.”

Mingeun jabs him in the side. “Am not.”

Haksu drops back into his seat, any thought of recording anything replaced with exacting his revenge on Mingeun. 

Daewoong’s icy baritone interrupts his thoughts. “You’re behaving like children. Sit down.” He stands in the aisle, looming over Haksu’s seat. “Camera, Haksu.”

He hands it over without complaint, leaning away from Daewoong and onto Mingeun, who pushes him off only half-heartedly. For once, it seems like Mingeun is actively trying not to cause problems.

Daewoong returns to his seat and Haksu rights himself in his.

“Your fault,” Mingeun whispers.

“Yours, actually,” Haksu whispers back, unwilling to take the blame for something he was provoked into doing. 

Mingeun shrugs. “Whatever.” Then he goes back to listening to his music, leaving Haksu to stew alone in silence.

MONDAY, APRIL 29, 3:49 PM KST — THE FABLE GROUP CHAT (SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA)

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Las Vegas Chill

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Travis and Taylor arrived in Las Vegas with a sense of excitement and anticipation. The bright lights of the city welcomed them, casting a glamorous glow over their weekend plans. Travis had been invited to a prestigious golf game by a prominent business brand, making this trip more than just a getaway—it was a crucial networking opportunity. Taylor was thrilled to join him, eager to see him shine in his element.

As they pulled up to the golf course, they could see a small group of people waiting for them. Everyone got closer to greet them, shaking hands with his partners, Travis looked at Taylor with a hand on her back "Guys, this is Taylor, my partner" he said, smiling warmly.

Taylor shook hands with each person, flashing her bright smile. "It's great to meet you all," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth and friendliness.

--

The morning on the golf course was beautiful. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the green expanse. Taylor watched Travis play, her heart swelling with pride as he skillfully maneuvered his way through the game, making impressive shots and charming his companions with his easy-going nature. She walked beside him, chatting with his colleagues and enjoying the fresh air.

However, as the day wore on, the weather took a turn. The once warm breeze turned chilly, and Taylor, dressed in a summer dress, felt the cold biting through her clothes. She rubbed her arms briskly but kept her smile intact, not wanting to dampen Travis's spirits or distract him from the game. She hadn´t thought of bringing a sweater, and was quickly regretting it as she felt another shiver run down her spine.

By the afternoon, the wind had picked up, sending a persistent chill through the air. Taylor’s nose had begun to run, and she felt stuffy. She instinctively reached for her purse, hoping to find a tissue, but she sighed defeatedly when she couldn´t find any. She had no choice but to keep sniffling and wiping her nose on her wrist. Despite her discomfort, she kept a smile on her face, cheering Travis on and engaging in conversation with his colleagues.

During a short break, Taylor moved closer to Travis, seeking warmth from his embrace. "Hey," she said, hugging him tightly.

Travis hugged her back, feeling her shivering. He heard her sniffles and looked at her with concern. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked, rubbing her back gently.

"Snff... Yeah! Snff... just chilly," Taylor replied, trying to sound upbeat as she wiped her nose with her fingers.

"Do you want to go wait for me in the clubhouse?" Travis asked, his brow furrowed with worry. “It´ll be warmer in there” He rubbed her back gently.

Taylor shook her head. "No, I want to watch you play. You’re doing great," she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

Travis kissed the top of her head, rubbing her arms for a few more seconds before he had to return to the game.

The wind picked up, making her shiver. She tried to stay cheerful, but it was becoming harder to ignore the cold and her increasingly stuffy nose.

“Hhh...hhih...hhetxchew!! Snfl,” she sneezed, catching the attention of some of the others.

“Bless you,” said one of Travis’s partners, a friendly woman named Janet.

“Thanks,” Taylor replied, sniffling embarrassed and pinching her nose with her fingers, trying to stop her tickly nose for good.

--

The game finally ended, and they said their goodbyes to everyone, making their way back to the hotel to change for dinner. As they walked to the car, Taylor’s nose was all pink and stuffy, and she was sniffling continuously. They got into the car, and Taylor immediately turned on the heat, sighing with relief as the warmth enveloped her.

"Ughh…I can’t wait to get to the hotel and take a hot shower," Taylor said, her voice congested, as she rubbed her hands trying to warm them up a little bit.

Travis looked at her with a guilty expression. "You should’ve gone to the clubhouse instead of standing in the cold. I hadn’t realized you were freezing," he said, regret evident in his tone.

"I just wanted to see you play," Taylor replied, but a sneeze interrupted her. "Huhhh... hehhh... heht’SHOO! Snff..."

"Bless you," Travis said, reaching over to the glove box. "There should be some tissues in here."

Taylor took the tissues gratefully and blew her stuffy nose. "Snff... Ugh, that’s better," she sighed, feeling some relief. She had been needing to blow her nose for hours now.

Travis looked at her again, rubbing her shoulder. "Are you getting sick?" he asked gently.

"No, I’m fine," Taylor assured him, giving her nose one last wipe. "My nose is just runny from being out in the cold."

They continued talking on the way back to the hotel, discussing the people they had met and the conversations they had. Travis had a knack for making connections, and Taylor loved listening to him recount his interactions.

--

As they reached their hotel room, Travis opened the door, letting Taylor in first. As soon as she stepped inside, she sneezed again. “Huhhh... hehhh... heht’SHOO! Hheh... hehh... hheh’CHSHOO!!” She sneezed into the ball of used tissues she held in her hand.

"Bless you," Travis said, kissing her head and rubbing her back. "Go take a warm shower. It’ll help."

Taylor nodded and headed to the bathroom. The hot shower did wonders for her, the steam clearing her runny nose and providing much-needed relief. The warm water felt heavenly, and she stayed in the shower for a long time, letting the heat seep into her cold bones and clear her runny nose. When she finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, she felt much better. She entered the bedroom, where Travis was waiting for her.

"Feeling better?" he asked, hugging her as she leaned into his embrace.

"Yeah, much better," Taylor replied, breathing deeply and feeling content wrapped up in his strong arms. "What time do we have to go out?"

"In about an hour," Travis said, watching her with a tender smile. "We should start getting ready."

He came out from the bathroom and sat on the bed to put on his shoes, but stopped watching her as she got ready. Taylor was sitting on the desk table at the end of the room and he could watch her reflection in the mirror as she put on her make up. He watched lovingly how she carefully applied her eyeliner, her hand steady and precise. He loved watching her get ready, the way she concentrated so intently, the small furrow in her brow as she focused. Every detail of her face was etched in his memory, and he never got tired of looking at her.

He noticed how she paused, her eyes closing and her breath hitching before she sneezed again. “Aaah...snfl...ahhit'chhew!!!”

"Bless you," Travis said, walking over to her. "Are you sure you want to go out tonight?"

"Yeah, of course!" Taylor replied, though her voice was slightly congested. “It´ll be fun!”

Travis came closer, a playful smile on his lips. "You know? I can think of better things we could be doing tonight if we stayed here," he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh, really?" Taylor replied with a teasing smile. "What kind of things?"

"Something like this," Travis murmured, kissing her shoulder. "Or this," he added, leaving a trail of small kisses all over her neck, face, and lips. "And this," he whispered, kissing the perfect spot behind her ear that he knew made her weak.

Taylor sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his hair. "This is nice," she said softly.

Their kisses deepened, and they got lost in each other. "There's no way we’re going out tonight," Travis murmured between kisses.

Taylor giggled, "We’re gonna be late," she said, though she didn’t really make any attempts to stop him.

“Don´t care” He mumbled into her neck.

They continued making out for a few more minutes, but when Taylor felt they were getting more heated, she finally leaned back, giving him one last kiss. "Baby... we have to go."

They finished changing, and Travis asked Taylor for help with his tie. She came closer to help him, but a now familiar tickle sparked in her nose. She sniffled as she tried to keep tying his tie, but the tickle grew stronger. "Excuse mbe... hehh... heht’CHOO! Snff!" She turned around to sneeze into her elbow.

"Bless you, baby," Travis said, watching her with concern.

"Sorry," Taylor mumbled, finishing with his tie. “There… snff” She said rubbing her nose, “You look great, babe”. She stepped back a little bit to look at him, smiling as she watched her boyfriend´s final look.

"Thank you, baby. You look beautiful," Travis said, complimenting her. Taylor came closer once again, standing in her tiptoes to plant a small kiss into his lips.

“You ready?” He asked her and they grabbed all their stuff and headed off to the car.

--

They arrived to the fancy restaurant where Travis’s business manager and some other brand partners were waiting for them for dinner. As they arrived, Travis introduced Taylor to everyone, and they settled in for dinner.

"Taylor, this is Mike, my business manager," Travis said, gesturing to a tall man with a friendly smile. "And this is Sarah, from the brand team."

"It’s nice to meet you both," Taylor said, shaking their hands.

Dinner went well. Travis was his usual charming self, engaging in interesting conversations and making everyone laugh. Taylor, however, was quieter than usual, her constant sniffles making her feel self-conscious. She laughed at Travis’s jokes and made small comments, but she wasn’t her usual bubbly self. She could feel her nose running non-stop, and she discreetly sniffled and wiped it, not wanting to blow her nose in front of everyone.

"Taylor, how are you finding Vegas?" one of the partners, Blake, asked.

"It’s amazing," Taylor replied with a smile. "I´m so glad we came."

"It really is," Sarah agreed. "Have you two had a chance to explore much?"

"Not yet," Taylor said. "But we’re hoping to see more tomorrow."

As dinner wrapped up, Mike suggested they all go to a bar for drinks. "What do you say, Travis? Want to join us?"

Travis glanced at Taylor, noticing her glassy eyes and pink nose. "I think we’ll pass tonight. It’s been a long day," he said, giving a polite smile.

Taylor looked up at him, surprised but secretly relieved. She felt stuffy, her nose hadn’t stopped running all day, and she was dying for a minute to blow her nose.

"Alright, maybe next time," Mike said, giving them a friendly nod.

They said their goodbyes and stepped outside, the cool night air hitting them. Taylor shivered, stopping in her tracks as a dazed look came over her. "Hhut'chshh!! Snfl....Hhehishh!!!" She sneezed into her hands.

"Bless you," Travis said, taking off his jacket and putting it around her shoulders.

"Thandk you," Taylor said, smiling up at him.

"Why didn’t you want to go to the bar?" she asked, curious. "It seemed like fun."

"I thought we could use the early night," Travis said, kissing her cheek. "You seem tired."

Taylor looked at him, surprised. He was never one to decline a night out, especially in Las Vegas. "Oh, are you sure? Snff.. I'mb finde if you wadt to go out for a bit, babe."

Travis kissed her cheek again. "We can go out another night. Let’s just go to bed early tonight."

They continued walking, but as they reached the car, Taylor sneezed again. “Aaah...snfl...ahhit'chhew!!!”

"Bless you, baby," Travis said, rubbing her back.

"Snfff.. ugh.. snff!.. I thidk I'mb gettidg sick… snff!" Taylor said defeatedly.

Travis kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek. "Yeah, I think you are, love. Let’s just go to the hotel and order some tea and tissues for you, okay?"

Taylor smiled happily. "Okay."

They finally got into the car and drove back to the hotel, the warmth of the car soothing Taylor’s chills. --

Back in their room, Travis had ordered tea and extra tissues while Taylor changed into her pajamas. She blew her nose loudly, finally able to relieve some of the congestion. Travis handed her a steaming cup of tea and sat beside her on the bed.

"Here you go, love," he said, rubbing her back.

"Thadks, snff," she said, taking a sip. "This is good."

Travis smiled, pulling her close. "I'm sorry you got sick baby."

"It's ndot your fault," Taylor said, snuggling into his chest. "I had fun today."

"Thank you for coming, I really appreciate it," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you too," she murmured, her eyes closing as she finally relaxed into his arms.

--

Taylor woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the faint hum of traffic outside their hotel room. She lay in bed, savoring the warmth of the blankets and the comforting presence of Travis beside her. His arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close. She wanted to go back to sleep; but now that she was awake, she couldn't ignore the dull pounding in her temples or the raw ache in the back of her throat. She shifted a little and felt a wave of congestion hit her, her nose was completely stuffed up. She tried to breathe through her nose, but it was no use. A deep, throaty cough escaped her lips, and she winced at the sound.

Travis stirred beside her, he tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head. "Good morning, beautiful," Travis mumbled into her hair, his voice thick with sleep.

"Good bordig," Taylor replied, her voice thick with congestion. She sniffled quietly, snuggling closer to his chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her arm.

"I'b feelig better," Taylor lied, forcing a smile. She felt him pressing a kiss into her forehead while mumbling a quiet “That´s nice” into her hair, with his eyes still closed, not ready to wake up yet. “Did you sleeb okay?” She asked, nose pressed again his chest.

"Like a rock," Travis chuckled lightly. He stretched his arms and yawned, then asked, "What time is it?"

"Just after eight, snff" Taylor said, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. "Should we start gettidg ready?"

Travis looked at her with a mixture of concern and affection. "Are you sure you want to go out today? You don’t sound too good."

"I'b just stuffy, sniff.." Taylor insisted. "It's fide."

Travis propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. He gently kissed her forehead and asked again, "Are you sure?" He then pushed her onto her back, leaning down on top of her and dropping kisses all over her neck. "We could spend all day here in bed," he murmured between kisses “We don´t have to get up”

Taylor enjoyed the sensation, humming softly at how nice it felt. She could feel his light kisses along her neck, causing her to shiver pleasantly. She opened her eyes, one hand instantly going to the back of his head. "Hmm, snff… I really wadt to go out ahd see the city." As she spoke, Travis continued to kiss her repeatedly, his lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone. Taylor felt her nose start to run and a light tickle spark in her nose. She sighed contently as he pressed another kiss behind her ear, and then her eyes fluttered slightly as a faint, teasing tickle ghosted across the back of her nose and eyes. She sniffled softly, feeling the niggling itch of wet, drippy discharge beginning to trickle from deep inside her head down through her nostrils “Snff… Snrff” She sniffled once more and tried to push him back a little, but he kept on kissing her neck. “Trav, I… hh..” Her breath started to hitch, and she mumbled his name as she felt the inevitable sneezes coming on. “I... hh... hehh... Hih’CHOO! Hhh’tchiew!" She tried to turn away and cover, but wasn't entirely successful.

Travis laughed softly, his tone teasing. "Oh yeah, you definitely sound better," he said sarcastically.

"Sorry," Taylor mumbled embarrassed, rubbing her leaky nose firmly against the back of her wrist with a deep, long sniffle.

Travis leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed a few tissues. "Here," he said, handing them to her. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?" Travis brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes filled with concern as he watched her rubbing her nose against her tissues. "We don't have to go out if you're not feeling well."

"Id's just a cold, snff" Taylor assured him, blowing her nose loudly and then sniffling. "I'b fide, just a stuffy nose."

Travis watched her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, then" he said, planting one more kiss against her bangs and getting up. "Let's go”

--

As they got ready, Taylor did her best to hide how miserable she felt. She showered quickly, hoping the steam would clear her sinuses, but it barely made a difference. Every time she blew her nose, it seemed to fill right back up again. She cursed her body for betraying her on what was supposed to be a fun weekend. She put on some make up to make herself look a little bit more presentable, she dabbed concealer under her eyes to hide the dark circles and applied a bit of blush to bring some color to her pale cheeks.

Travis, having now finished his shower, stepped out of the bathroom just in time to watch his girlfriend freeze in front of the mirror. The blonde girl had an unfocused, spacey expression on her face, one hand hovering a few inches in front of her mouth. “Hh-hhih...” Taylor huffed softly, pushing the tip of her finger up against the bottom of her nose as it quivered and flexed open a few times, eyes closing helplessly in submission. “Hhh...hheh'chhhx!! Snfl...” Taylor sneezed breathlessly; two fingers squished against the underside of her nostrils as she doubled over in the middle of the bedroom.

"Bless you!" he called out warmly from the bathroom door.

Taylor chuckled softly, rubbing her nose into a fresh tissue. "Thadks, babe."

Travis watched her closely. He could see the signs of her sickness—her red, chapped nose, the way she kept sniffling, the tired look in her eyes—but he didn't want to push her. He knew how stubborn she could be and didn´t wanna argue with her, he figured they could visit some museums and art galleries, just walking around for a bit wouldn´t make any harm. "You look beautiful, babe" he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"Thangks!" Taylor replied, a small blush tinting her cheeks. She cleared her throat and forced another smile. "You ready?" He nodded while grabbing his wallet and his cellphone.

"Do you want to grab some breakfast before we head out?" Travis asked, as Taylor finished doing her hair.

"Yeah, that souds great," Taylor replied, trying to sound enthusiastic despite her stuffy nose. "Snff! Let's go."

They left their hotel room and stepped into the elevator, making small talk as they descended. The elevator door opened on another floor, and a couple stepped in. Taylor could feel their eyes on her and Travis, they kept staring at them not so discreetly, clearly recognizing them but saying nothing.

As the elevator descended further, Taylor felt a tickle inside her nose. She tried to rub it away discreetly, not wanting to sneeze in the small, crowded space. She sniffled congestedly, trying to hold back, but the tickle persisted. Finally, unable to suppress it any longer, she turned to the side and pinched her nose in between two fingers.

"Hhh...hih’Ngxt! Snfl…" Taylor stifled the sneeze as best as she could, but the force of it made her sniffle again immediately after.

Travis rubbed Taylor’s back soothingly. "Bless you, love," he said softly.

Taylor’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she noticed the other woman in the elevator give her a disapproving side-eye and roll her eyes exaggeratedly, clearly annoyed by the perceived germs.

"Thank you," Taylor murmured, feeling awkward under the woman's gaze.

Travis gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and leaned in closer to her as the elevator doors opened with a ding, and Travis grabbed her hand pulling her out and leading her into the lobby.

They headed to a nearby café, the morning sun shining brightly, the heat hit them immediately, making Taylor feel slightly better as the warmth soothed her chills.

The café was cozy, with a quaint, inviting atmosphere. They found a quiet table at the back and sat down. Taylor immediately felt a blast of cold air from the air conditioner vent above her, sending a shiver down her spine. She sniffled, trying to ignore it and grabbed the menu sitting in front of her.

After a few minutes, she slowly raised her free hand back to her face, hovering an inch or so in front of her nose and mouth as her breath huffed softly in her chest. "Hh...hih...hhet'CHOO! Hhh...hihh...hhet'CHSHOO!" She sneezed into her elbow, then quickly grabbed a tissue to blow her nose, the sound congested and wet. "Ugh... snnf... sorry."

"Bless you” Travis said, glancing up from his menu. He looked up and noticed the air conditioner blowing directly into her back “Baby, you´re sitting right under the vent. Do you want to switch places?"

Taylor shook her head. "I'mb finde here."

"I don't mind switching," Travis insisted. "It can´t be good for you to sit there with the cold air blowing on your neck."

"I'mb really okay," Taylor said, trying to reassure him. "Snff... So, what are our plans for today?" Taylor asked, but then her eyes snapped shut again and she turned away from the table with another stuffy sneeze "Huhhh... hehh... heht'SHOO! Sniff...” Travis gave her a pointed look, and Taylor laughed, despite her discomfort. "Okay, okay... Can we switch? I'mb freezig over here."

Travis smiled and got up, switching places with her. "There, that's better."

"Thadk you," Taylor said, feeling a bit more comfortable now.

"I was thinking we could check out some of the art galleries you wanted to see and maybe do a bit of shopping," Travis suggested. "How does that sound?"

"That´s perfect," Taylor replied, smiling at her boyfriend. She rubbed the side of her hand against the wet underside of her nose, feeling her breath catch and her eyes snap shut. “Huhh-tchhh! Ahhhh…ahhchiiew!” Taylor buried her face in her elbow with two damp sneezes, turning away from Travis as her shoulders bobbed forward helplessly. "Snff... Excuse be," she muttered, sniffling stuffily as she grabbed her purse to look for a new tissue.

"Bless you," Travis said gently. "Are you sure you’re okay?"

“Trav, I´mb fide” the blonde girl groaned, rolling her eyes for good measure as she gave her nose another wipe “It´s just a cold, I´ve told you”

“Okay, okay. I´m sorry” He raised his hands in apology, smiling sheepishly at his girlfriend, making her shake her head and smile back at him.

They ordered their food, and soon, plates of breakfast delights were set before them. Taylor had ordered a fruit parfait, but as she ate, she realized she wasn't enjoying it as much as she thought she would. Her congestion made everything taste bland.

Travis noticed her picking at her food. "Not hungry?" he asked.

"I just... dod't really like this, snnnf" Taylor admitted. "I should've ordered what you got."

Travis smiled and pushed his plate of scrambled eggs towards her. "Here, have some of mine. We can share."

Taylor hesitated but then took a bite. "This is really good. Thadk you."

"You're welcome," Travis said warmly.

They finished their food and had already decided all their plans for the day, so they headed out to explore the city. As they walked along the Strip, Taylor marveled at the vibrant energy of the city. Neon signs flashed, music played from every direction, and the streets were bustling with people.

The first gallery they visited was quiet and serene, with soft classical music playing in the background. The quietness of the gallery made Taylor feel even more self-conscious of her constant sniffles. The quiet atmosphere made her feel like every sound she made was amplified, and she didn´t want her sneezes echoing through the whole place, disturbing everyone´s peace.

"Hnn’CHoo! Hih’gnxt!" She pinched her nose into her tissues as her shoulders bobbed forward helplessly. She immediately gave her runny nose another swipe on her soggy tissues, sniffling softly.

"Bless you," Travis whispered, rubbing her shoulder.

"Thagks, snff... sorry," Taylor mumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry about it," Travis said, giving her a reassuring smile and putting his hand on her back, guiding her to the next room.

“Snff..snrff!” She sighed, dabbing at her nose with the crumpled tissue she had in her hand. She reached into her purse for a new one to blow her nose into, only to find that she just had a few more left. She cursed herself, they had been out for a bit more than an hour and she was already almost out of tissues. She wiped her nose and saved the soggy paper in her pocket, knowing she was going to need it again soon.

After they left the gallery, they walked around the city, visiting various shops and sights. The constant temperature changes—from the scorching heat outside to the freezing air conditioning inside—were taking a toll on Taylor. She felt her symptoms worsening, her nose constantly running and her head throbbing, and she felt a constant tickle in her throat that made her want to cough.

“Oh, there´s the Mob Museum” Travis pointed out exited as they walked out of a store hand in hand “Sarah was talking about it last night”

Taylor nodded, squeezing his hand. "Oh yeah, I remember. Let´s go in!"

As they walked, Taylor tried to keep up with Travis’s enthusiastic pace, but the sun had made her feel dizzy, and her nose was constantly running. She kept dabbing at it with the tissues she had brought from the hotel, but they had quickly become soggy and unusable. She clearly should´ve brought more.

They wandered through the museum, admiring the art. Taylor tried to focus on the exhibits, but her head was throbbing and she truly didn´t feel great. The air conditioning blasting in the museum wasn´t helping either. She was freezing even with her sweater on.

"Snff... snff..." Taylor tried to discreetly sniffle. She was all stuffed up. Her nose was running non-stop, and she had to keep dabbing at it with her soggy tissues, sniffling and rubbing her nose on her wrist to hold back the congested tickle that kept welling up.

"Are you cold?" Travis asked, noticing her shiver.

"Yeah, it's the AC," Taylor replied, wrapping her arms around her chest. "Itd's freezidg id here."

“Come here” Travis mumbled, pulling her closer and rubbing his hand up and down her arm to try and warm her up.

"Oh my God, Tay look at this," Travis said, pointing to the other side of the room, walking excitedly. "This is Al Capone's cell. It's so small."

Taylor tried to smile, though it was getting harder to remember why she was hiding her current state from her boyfriend, following him around Vegas all day when she could be snuggled in bed with a fresh box of tissues next to her. She was woozy and exhausted and shivering with chills, her head was still pounding, her throat ached; and she was too embarrassed to blow her runny nose in the middle of the museum, leaving her sniffling and wiping away wet trickles of snot with her last, crumpled tissue every few minutes.

"Can you imagine living in a space like that?" Travis mused, shaking his head.

Taylor peered at the exhibit, her eyes watering slightly from the effort of holding back a sneeze. "Yeah, it's really tihh... snff... Hhh'hichiew! Snfl." Taylor shivered a little when she sneezed, her blonde hair splaying across her face as her shoulders jerked and her body bent double. "God bless you," Travis cooed sweetly, rubbing Taylor´s back as a round of raspy coughing followed after her helplessly wet sneeze.

“You good, baby?” He rubbed her back gently as she caught her breath with one more sniffle.

“Yeah… snfffl.. sorry” Taylor sighed miserably and gave her nose one more wipe.

They moved from exhibit to exhibit, but Taylor was barely paying attention to the museum. She was feeling gross and was exhausted, but couldn´t bare to ask him to leave when he seemed so happy to be there.

"Look at this," Travis said, pointing to a picture as he took out his iPhone to take a photo. "Isn't it amazing?"

“Uhh...snfl...uh-huh,” Taylor nodded, still staring off into space as her eyes narrowed involuntarily, and her delicate pink nostrils began to quiver and flare. “Hh... snfl... hhuh'tchxiew!!! Heh'iishew!!” Taylor sneezed desperately into the soggy remains of her tissue, cringing with embarrassment at the feeling of snot hitting the palms of her hands and quickly turning away from Travis and getting another crumpled tissue from her pocket. It wasn´t much, but at least she could clean herself up.

A grown man turned around and offered her a kind smile. "Bless you," he said gently.

"Thandks," Taylor murmured quietly, her face burning with embarrassment as she wiped her nose again and avoided lifting her eyes and making eye contact. She felt Travis wrap his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer and kissing the side of her head. She leaned into his body as they walked together into the next room.

They finally left the museum a few minutes later, the warmth of the sun felt good against Taylor’s cold skin, but it did little to alleviate her symptoms. They headed to a nearby restaurant for a quick lunch. The waitress led them to a table and Taylor excused herself to the restroom.

In the privacy of the bathroom, she could finally allow herself to blow her nose properly, the sound loud and wet. "Snff... Ugh," she groaned, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her nose was red and irritated, her cheeks were flushed and she looked exhausted. She leaned against the bathroom wall and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She felt utterly miserable.

When she returned to the table, Travis had already ordered some drinks. "Got us some water," he said, smiling gently. "Do you want to share a sandwich?" Travis asked, looking through the menu. "Or maybe a soup would be better for you?"

"Thank you," Taylor said, grateful for his thoughtfulness. She took a sip, the cold drink soothing her irritated throat. “I thidk I´mb in the mood for sombe pasta… Snff” Taylor sniffled, her nose feeling congested once again and she sighed, she took one napkin from the table and pinched it around her nose. "Snff... Baby, I’mb sorry, but could we... snff… stob for mbore tissues after this? I’mb runnidg out."

Travis reached across the table, taking her hand. "Of course, Tay. Don’t be sorry. We’ll get you whatever you need. Do you want us to go back?" He asked her, watching her as she dabbed her damp nose in the napkin.

“No, no. I´mb fine. I just need sombe more tissues ahd I´ll be all right”. She looked at him with a smile.

They ordered their lunch, with Taylor struggling to eat much. Her throat was scratchy, and she could barely taste anything. They chatted about everything they had seen today, watching the pictures they had taken and taking notes on their favorite spots.

Travis watched concerned as she picked around her food- He could tell she wasn´t feeling great at all, and he couldn´t understand why she didn´t just tell him, he had already offered to go back to the hotel multiple times through the day and she had insisted she was fine. But looking at his girlfriend sitting in front of him; shivering with her red nose; glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew she was clearly not okay.

"I was thinking we could check out the High Roller after this," he suggested, showing her a photo of the giant ferris wheel, "And maybe hit the casino later tonight? There´s also that circus Mike mentioned yesterday, that seemed awesome" Travis continued, his tone teasing.

"Yeah... that souhds good," Taylor said, forcing a smile. Though just the thought of going into a ferris wheel right now made her head spin.

Travis chuckled softly, noticing her forced enthusiasm. "Really? Because there’s also that zip-lining place we talked about, or we could go see a show. Maybe even hit up a few more bars."

Taylor's eyes widened slightly at the long list, too tired to even notice Travis was playing with her "Umb, sure, that all souds good, snff."

Travis leaned back in his chair, laughing at his stubborn girlfriend. "Tay, come on!"

“What?” She looked up at him surprised by his reaction “We can do whatever you wadt, baby… snff… It all souds fun”

"Whatever I want? Really?" Travis asked, "Because what I really want is for my girlfriend to tell me honestly when she's feeling sick, so I won't make it worse by dragging her around town all day."

"Trav, I...uhh..." Taylor´s expression slid slightly out of focus, and a little crinkle appeared between her eyes. Travis instantly recognized her girlfriend's woozy, gonna-sneeze expression (the last time he'd seen it had been maybe ten minutes ago). Eyes narrowed, Taylor slowly raised her free hand back to her face, hovering an inch or so in front of her nose and mouth as her breath huffed softly in her chest. "Hht'chhihew!!! Snfl," The blonde girl shivered visibly as she pitched forward and caught the wet sneeze in her hands in midair. "Ughh. Excuse mbe," she sighed, sniffling wetly as she wiped the glistening underside of her nose on the back of her hand.

“Bless you, baby” He sighed, passing her a few more napkins as she sniffled “How about we go back to the hotel, put on some pajamas, get in bed, put on a movie and order some room service?" He smiled gently as she wiped her nose.

“That actually does soud abazidg” Taylor sighed, a tiny, unwilling smile tugging on the corner of her mouth. “I´mb sorry, baby. I didn´t wadt to ruidn our trip”

Travis reached out, taking her hands in his. "You're not ruining anything, love. I just want you to feel better.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Come on, let’s head back now”

--

The elevator doors closed behind her and Travis just smiled at the woman standing right in front of him as he guided her with his hands on her shoulders. He opened the suite with a magnetic key card, letting Taylor enter their hotel suite first. He closed the door behind them, and watched as Taylor made her way to the little night stand in the bedroom and to grab a tissue from the box that had been sitting there since last night, pinching her nose snugly in the fresh tissue with a deep breath like she was going to sneeze—but then it passed, and she sighed again, rubbing her damp nose through the fabric.

Before attempting to take off his shoes, he picked up the phone next to the tv remote, pressing a button. Taylor looked up at him confused, still trying to find the pack of advil that she had gotten last night. She poured herself a glass of water and swallowed two pills, hoping they could help her throbbing head.

“Hi, I’m calling from room 412. I would like to order some room service.”

She heard him say into the phone as she changed into some more comfortable clothes, and looked up smiling thankfully at him. Of course he would make sure she got everything she could possibly need in this moment. She looked up at him with a grateful smile, while rubbing the snot-slicked underside of her pink nose in little circles through the tissue, in a vain attempt to scratch the tickle in her nose.

“Hh—hhih—ehhihtchiuh!! Iih'iishhew!!! Snfl...” Taylor shivered and sneezed into her tissue, pressing it firmly to the wet underside of her nose in an attempt to quell the itch there before in bloomed into another sneeze; but the woozy expression plastered to her face when she raised her head suggested otherwise. Travis talked to the man on the phone while he watched as Taylor crawled into bed, feeling utterly exhausted. He couldn’t help thinking how adorable she looked with her red nose and tousled hair, all snuggled up in the big hotel room bed.

“Okay baby, tea and tissues coming right up” He told her as he hung up the phone.

“Thadk you so buch, baby. Snff. You´re the best” She smiled at him, her knuckles rubbing her nose once more.

"Of course I am," Travis joked, climbing into bed beside her. He leaned over, showering her face with gentle kisses. "And you, my love, are not leaving this bed until you've run out of sneezes and sniffles."

Taylor giggled softly, feeling a surge of warmth and love despite her misery. "We mbight need to be here for a while, thed."

"That's perfectly fine with me," Travis said, kissing her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

[askladyinwhiteandfam]

Missing Stitch AU

Welcome to the missing stitch au! It's a new AU idea I had while listening to music, and I got the idea when listening to 'No Wind Resistance' For some reason-

The AU is based off of the kidcore / possible Traumacore aesthetic, and it's actually a game idea I've decided!

I call it the missing stitch au, mainly cuz the critters are stitched together and catnap is the only one who isn't

(If you want more info about the characters and the AU, please keep reading)

༻꫞ ᗩᗷOᑌT Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇՏ ꫞༺

Dogday - Dogday Is the leader of the group! His role within the place is to Make sure guests are happy and comfortable, He is overly friendly and quite adventurous sometimes, though he does set out some explicit warnings about different areas

Bobby Bearhug - The medic / nurse of the group, her role within the group is to make sure that guests are okay and to heal them when they're hurt, She can be quite motherly the kind, And she does make sure that if You get hurt, You get healed right away

Hoppy Hopscotch - One of the athletic ones of the group, She tends to make games for you and the other critters to play, mostly running around and that stuff. She is energetic and a tiny bit impatient, but she means no harm, the least she would do is just thump her feet And tell you to hurry up

Kicken Chicken - The other athletic one of the group, he tends to make games that are more skill type, say, skateboarding for example. He can be a little bit cocky but he's also very kind and chill, He isn't as impatient as hoppy, he'll just wait for you until you catch up

Bubba Bubbaphant - The teacher of the group, He is definitely the one to elaborate more on Dogday's warnings, and like the original AU, he steers the group to make smarter choices, especially in a panic. He's smart and pretty chill, and as long as you listen to him, he'll be okay with you

Picky Piggy - The cook of the group, she's the one that makes sure that guests are eating well and she cooks for you and the others! She is sweet and kind, and she is real knowledgeable when it comes to cooking, Sometimes she'll invite you to cook with her, but she doesn't mind if you say no

Craftycorn - The artist/storyteller, she enjoys making up stories and doing art and she often shares it with the rest of the group, therefore it has became her job to make up stories so that she could share them with the group, she's shy and sweet and artsy, and she is often the one to try and cheer you up when you're sad and haven't told Avery

Avery Antelope - the therapist of the group, he's the one to make sure everyone's mental health is in check and that they aren't going insane- He's generally calm and respectful but he can also be quite panicky, or energetic, kind of like Hoppy and Kicken, Of course due to his ADHD. Whenever you're down, he often invites you to talk it out with him

Catnap - The "Puppeteer or"String Puller", He is the one controlling the characters, he can control what they do but he can never control what They say, in fact, he's the reason why the critters never want you to go into "night mode" in the game, because he's often roaming around the place, if he catches you, looks like you'll become one of his puppets...

༻꫞ 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚞 ꫞༺

• The critters are basically all controlled by catnap during the day, But at night, he doesn't really control them anymore, he just gives some free will for them at the end of the day

• Avery is the only one that catnap can't really control, mainly because Avery is still haunted by that thing, and he can't really have two people trying to take control of him-

• Bobby is always making sure her friends are well, And she's willing to take care of them if they're sick

• They each have their own rooms, just like in the amazing digital circus

• They all have their own color scheme, such Dogday being warm colors and Catnap being colors related to purple and black

• They have their own areas related to their hobbies and that stuff, Hoppy and Kicken share an area because they're both sporty and that stuff

• The closed off areas are usually covered with large stickers, pieces of paper, cardboard, etc.

• All the closed off areas Usually lead to Catnap's room

• Among catnaps walls, you can see all the dead players that have actually played the game and lost

༻꫞ About Y / N! ꫞༺

• They are Genderfluid

• In the real world they're around 16

• They're generally curious, always trying to find ways to open up the restricted areas

• Outside of the game, They have a younger brother named Rowan, who just went missing...

• They are based off of your favorite animal and fav color, Of course because they are self-insert OC's!

• They do tend to enjoy the weirdcore aesthetic, as well as other aesthetics related to it

• They enjoy playing games, and exploring!

༻꫞ Location names ꫞༺

• Main area / Lobby

~ Inhabited by all the critters, each of them giving their own little spin on the lobby, safe to say, it's bright and colorful with each of the critters' drawings / twists

~ Has doors leading to different areas, each of them having a sign above them

• Medical room

~ Inhabited by Bobby Bearhug

~ Has so much medical stuff, but also very colorful, mainly colors related to red and white

• Classroom

~ Inhabited by Bubba Bubbaphant

~ there are different areas of the classroom that represent different classes, such as science, social studies, and math

• Hangout

~ Inhabited by Dogday

~ It has a mainly warm color scheme, as well as a bright and happy atmosphere

• Outside

~ Inhabited by Hoppy Hopscotch and Kicken Chicken

~ has lots of physical activities, like running, playing hopscotch, tag, etc.

• Kitchen

~ Inhabited by Picky Piggy

~ Has a lot of things related to cooking, like pots and pans, as well as a bunch of recipe books, each for a different food category and different ingredient categories

• Art room

~ Inhabited by Craftycorn

~ Similar to the classroom, But with much more artsy stuff, like paint and canvases, it also has a bunch of pictures hung up on the wall, seemingly the things the characters made

• Therapy room

~ Inhabited by Avery Antelope

~ Has a calm and quiet atmosphere, as well as more neutral / dull colors, more calming colors as well, as well as those chairs you see in therapy rooms as well-

• Catnap's room

~ Inhabited, of course, by Catnap

~ It has a map of the entire place, as well as some dolls of the critters, all except Avery and you, the walls are also aligned with avatars of different people who played the game...

• The Void

~ Not Inhabited by anyone

~ a quiet place, almost all sound is absorbed, depending on whether it's day or night, it's either white or black, and everything there is floating

༻꫞ Voice lines! ꫞༺

Dogday ☀️ -

☀️: *When you first appear in the Lobby* Oh hello player! Welcome to the lobby! Name's Dogday! You?

☀️: *when you introduce yourself* Ohh! Pretty name! Would you like me to show you around?

Bobby Bearhug ❤️ -

❤️: *when you first enter the medical room, where she's organizing things* Hm? Oh hello there sweet pea! Do you need anything? *You ask her who she is* Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Bobby Bearhug! What about you sweetie?

❤️: *When you introduce yourself* Oh what a wonderful name! I hope you don't mind me calling you N / n! (Nickname), do you?

Hoppy Hopscotch ⚡ -

⚡: *When you first enter outside and decide to talk to her first, she's just running around* Huh? Oh hey newbie! What are you doing here? Oh, by the way, I'm Hoppy Hopscotch, what's ya name, newbie?

⚡: *When you introduce yourself* Oh! Nice name, anyway, I'ma go back to running now, see you later newbie!

Kicken Chicken ⭐ -

⭐: *When you first enter outside and decide to talk to him first, He's just waxing a surface for him to skate on his skateboard* Hm? Who are you?

⭐: *When you introduce yourself* oh, cool name! I'm Kicken Chicken, would you like to skate with me?

Bubba Bubbaphant 💡 -

💡: *When you first enter the classroom and decide to talk to him while he's reading* Hm? Hello (insert one of the smiling Critters), did you need anything? Oh wait you aren't them ... Hello, I'm Bubba Bubbaphant, who might you be?

💡: *When you introduce yourself* Well, nice to meet you Y/n, If you have any questions, please ask me, alright?

Picky Piggy 🍎 -

🍎: *When you walk in the kitchen and find picky reading her recipe book* Oh hello! Are you new here? I haven't seen you around here before, oh, by the way, I'm Picky Piggy!

🍎: *When you introduce yourself* Nice name! If you want I could make something for you? Also, how is your day so far?

Craftycorn 🎨-

🎨: *When you first walk into the art room, where you find crafty drawing* Oh! Hi! Welcome to the art room! I'm Craftycorn! You?

🎨: *When you introduce yourself* oooh! Your name is so pretty!!! Anyway, if you want, we can paint together!

Avery Antelope † -

†: *when you enter the therapy room, where Avery is just staring in a mirror, and you make a noise that scares him* Oh! Uhh... Hello! Wh-Who might you be?

†: *when you introduce yourself* oh, nice to meet you Y/n.. I'm Avery, Is there anything you would like to talk about?

Catnap 🌙 -

🌙: *When you first enter his room after finally getting the cardboard off of the restricted area door* ... I've been expecting you Y/n... My name is Catnap, no need to introduce yourself

🌙: *When you try to run* Well, off you go little puppet... Just know, I'm always watching...

༻꫞ Their nicknames for you! ꫞༺

Dogday - Sunny, Sunnyside, Daylight, Cloudless

Bobby Bearhug - Sweetheart, Sweet pea, Honey, Dear, lovely, Cub

Hoppy Hopscotch - Zippy, Skippy, Hopster, Hopscotch

Kicken Chicken - Man, dude, bro, Clover

Bubba Bubbaphant - Student, Class clown, Teachers pet (In a good way), Friend

Picky Piggy - Buddy, Spice, Strawberry, Pepper

Craftycorn - Artsy, Painters buddy

Avery Antelope - Dear friend, buddy, Lucky

Catnap - Puppet, Doll, Ragdoll, Seams

Flirting with The Critters

flirting with catnap

Idk if this is the correct order

Anyways, that's all for this AU idea, if you want more, please let me know!

[vannahmontannah]

It was really late in the day and Duke and Eisley decided to stop by Chick-Fil-A to get some food. They ordered what they wanted and parked in the lot and chilled for a bit. It was a warm, cozy night as the nightfall overshadowed the Earth. The wind was smooth, sky was clear, moonlight was pushing its light, and the stars worked its magic.

"By next year, imma already have the house set, so that way I already have ahead start. I move out, got my own crib, my own car, and from there I get to work. Not sure if I wanna go all the way to play professional though," Duke said.

"Why not? I think you should! You are the most popular player right now—you and Kai! Don't just take that for granted,"

"I'm not, but then that's going to be a lot. I mean the money and the attention will be good, but...that's a big step. I'm out there on my own, leaving you behind—"

"You don't gotta leave me behind!"

"Not like that. I'm saying like, imma be out there you gone be here waiting for me to come back and I could be gone for months. Long distance is a lot of discipline,"

"It is, but I will be here to support, you know that,"

"I know. I just came and did football for fun. Ian think I was going to be this big. I'll think about it soon,"

"Dude...you got offers from hella teams already. Go and take that opportunity!"

"I'll think about it Eisley,"

"You can be so fucking difficult sometimes,"

"You can too. You get so stubborn half the time,"

"Only because some shit is actually insane as hell. You over here contradicting yourself and shit! Just go!"

"My decision, my choice. Now be quiet and eat your food!"

"Duke, you can be so unsure of yourself sometimes and no matter what anyone tells you, you double down. Why?"

"I don't know...I don't know..."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Only told my parents about the offers, but not anyone else. Just you and my parents know,"

"Duke I'm gonna always be here for you, okay? You don't need to feel like I'm holding you back. We gone be locked in and imma be here when it's time. But like you said...your decision, your choice,"

Duke sipped his drink and scrolled on his phone. Eisley noticed he was going through his tags and peaked at his phone. It was just a bunch of mentions from a lot of people. He noticed he was on that fan page that she saw earlier. She frowned and tilted her head.

"Do you know who runs that page? You're always liking their posts,"

"No I don't. I just be liking it because I appreciate the support just like I like some of the other mentions I get,"

"Don't you think it's just a bit weird though? Like, they have to know us by now and this? This is kind of creepy,"

"Yeah, but I just like once in a while and keep going. If it bothers you, I can stop,"

"Yes, please? That is getting out of hand? 500k followers? That's insane,"

"You want someone to make a fan page of you?" Duke laughed.

"No!"

"You jealous?"

"Of what?!"

"I got fans,"

"Duke, please do not play with me right now,"

Duke laughed it off and continued to mess with her. Although they were playing and such, Eisley was getting bothered by this fan page. They had a new post almost everyday. She had no problems with him having fans, but this was out of hand. Who is this?

~~~~~

It's a week before the homecoming and the morning before tonight's game and all the students are running around like chickens without heads trying to get the perfect pieces for their outfits. Things like this can be stressful for a lot of reasons and it can be hard to handle! Kassy and Jacob are waiting in the day of the homecoming because they have big plans! All the fraternity and sorority members will also be at the big game which is taking place at CAU.

Patricia, Dia and Charity and were at the mall looking for jewelry to finish off their outfits for the dance. Patricia was going with her boyfriend, Kai and Dia were going as dates, and Jawan and Charity are going as dates.

"I feel like this is just not it though, like, just look at it," Dia said, staring at the material in disgust.

"Yeah, let's pass on this one. It's giving granny," Patricia added.

"They need to put this shit away," Dia said.

"Well, it's not for us. It's for a certain type of consumer. Old people..." Charity said.

"But why is it in the young adult section?" Dia asked.

"Misplaced,"

"This look like some shit you would buy," Dia laughed.

"Why would you say that?"

"You're just...different,"

"Whatever..."

"Who are you going with again? Jawan? Why Jawan?"

"I mean, he just asked. Is something wrong?"

"You should give him a chance. I don't see why not. You think he's ugly? Is his dick small?"

"Jesus! No!"

"So you've seen it?"

"No! I never seen it! I don't know what it looks like! He was nice enough to ask me and I said yes. That's it. What is wrong with you?"

"Jawan likes you IF you haven't noticed by now," Patricia said.

"Yeah, I know. He knows I don't like him back anyways, so,"

"And you two are going as dates? Wow," Dia said.

"Well, again, he asked. Enough about me. What about you and Kai?"

"We are best friends, so why not? Plus, he's the most fun person I know and I know imma have a good time at the homecoming,"

"Do you like him?"

"No. And he don't like me,"

"Ronnie just texted the chat," Patricia said.

"What'd she say?"

"She said Duke hurt his knee,"

"What?! Bro! The big game is next week!"

"They're at the hospital right now. I got what I need, so imma go,"

"Imma go too,"

"I wasn't done shopping—"

"Girl, we'll finish later!" Dia said.

~~~~~~~

"Ahh!" Duke screamed, positioning his knee.

"You thought it was okay to do a backflip off the fuckin bleachers?!" Eisley yelled.

"Eisley, please don't start!"

"Fuck the game tonight—the big game is next week! What are you gonna do!"

"See how far my knee is fucked up!"

"Ugh! Duke...you can be so goofy sometimes to the point where it hurts,"

"I do backflips off the bleachers all the time though,"

"But you never did from the seats have you?"

"I was supposed to hit the ground,"

"Well, you didn't! Your foot got caught in between the seats and your knee is messed the fuck up!"

"Okay, let's all just calm down," Ronnie said.

"I'm calm. She's just yapping,"

"I should really sit on your knee—"

"Okay! Let's all take a breather! Let's take a woohsah!" Ronnie said, breathing in and out.

"Hey, we made it!" Patricia said.

"Hey!" Dia greeted.

Charity waved at everyone in the room and put on a shy smile. She looked at Duke and waved. He waved back and smiled. Chills went down her spine as she can't believe she is in a room with him again! And the fact that he is noticing her!

"What's all the ruckus?" Dia asked.

"She's yapping on about how I shouldn't have flipped off the bleachers. I know it was dumb, but I should be fine," Duke said.

"It's just...the game is next week, baby,"

"I know. But I will be okay. Promise. Won't do another backflip til next year," he smiled.

"Okay," she cheesed.

"What they say about your leg?" Charity asked.

"They said it was a lil out of place, but I should be fine,"

"They said he tore his ligament and it's gonna take 6-12 weeks to recover,"

"Damn! I mean, that's honestly sad, man," Patricia said.

"Imma still be playing though. Don't worry bout it,"

"I don't know. Them coaches don't be letting they injured players play," Charity said.

"Not to be cocky or that guy, but my coach gone give me a pass," Duke said.

"How many more games you got left?"

"Like five,"

"You ain't gone make it. Lord, help me!"

[fortifice]

If he closed his eyes long enough he could have been convinced that this was peace. their superiors told them to anticipate death, it would lurk in the apertures of their life until one day it chose them, it was noble to die for someone else. Gepard had never held reservations about this path, it was fated that a Landau would serve as belobog’s indomitable shield, that it could be him chosen was an honor, one he should wear with pride. Leo had teased him about it endlessly, that even before he was granted the rights of a soldier his gait held the haste of combat in its stride and his eyes were keen, adjusted for scopes and gauging the distance in strikes. He would shake his head, laugh a little under his breath, he had been trained for years for this cause it made sense that it was ingrained into him. “ You could just protect some people, you know ?” Leo rolled onto his side, his fingers absently traced the line of Gepard’s jaw and he had that look he got in his eyes when he was going to say something absurd and almost always profound. “ You could just protect some ? your people, not everyone.” Gepard scowled at him, it didn’t make sense to be selective when it came to his duty, the very prospect did fall under the expected absurdity from his bunkmate. “ You know I can’t do that, as the shield of belobog -” Leo hushed him by pressing a finger to his lips “ it’s not all about belobog you know, what about you ?” Another sour, classic Gepard Landau expression. “ It’s not about me.” the other makes an exasperated noise, one that was usually reserved only for him. “ well it should be, you can’t give away your whole life to other people you know ? even if we fight shouldn’t it be for more than just some vague idea of saving everyone.” it was late into the evening and Leo had snuck down from his bed and slid his way under Gepard’s blanket, making sure to steal as much of it as possible for himself. “ Go to sleep.” he said, finally, not wanting to play this back and forth game of whose righteous ideals were actually sensible and whose were fundamentally misguided.

He should have listened, before, he had deluded himself into believing it was just, that the battle they waged was a good one, it was arduous to hold onto such tenuous faith now. It all happened so quickly, even his trained eye couldn’t catch the moment the dark, eldritch mass plunged through the snow banks. Two, firm hands thrusted against his chest sending him toppling backward into the snow. The air was stagnant and acrid with blood and death, the corpses of his comrades decorated the snow plains, their blue banners undulating in the glacial wind. Gepard tilts his head back and all the air is heaved from his lungs, a blunt impact between his ribs but there was no force behind it, just, Leo looking back at him his eyes wide and distant. “ No..No…No..No.” all of that self sacrifice meant nothing when it was someone else who was taking shuddering breaths, the front of his pristine livery soaked through red, a long, black spinose limb pierced through his lower back and then arched up violently emerging just below his clavicle. It was a fatal blow meant for Gepard, Leo’s eyes met his and they softened a little, glossy and vacuous. “ it’s not … your fault..” it was, everything was. In that moment every loss on the front line was his, every blazing life snuffled out was his, Leo was his. desperate, trembling hands reach up and hold both of his cheeks, he was cold. How could this happen ? They were the silvermane guard, they had put years into honing themselves for this, how could their lives be extinguished one after another until only the proud Landau flame quivered high and lambent. There was so much blood. Leo drags in a breath, coughing, spluttering, blood smeared across his teeth and dripping down his chin. “ run..” he murmured, his voice all but swallowed by the lamenting wind and the bone - chilling howl of a Fragmentum monster. It was pulling back, with it lodged in his chest Leo was hauled back with it and Gepards hands were left empty, reaching, hopeless. The snow surged up to meet him, his muscles keened under the searing agony of running and he hated himself, each step was inundated with fear and anger coalescing into a thunderous crashing in his ears. Run.. run.. He was running, he didn’t know how many men were still fighting, if any still drew breath and until he was sheltered between a craggy outcrop and a distance away from the battle did air flood his lungs. Each breath was excruciating, his face was smeared with blood, his hair matted with it, Leo’s… it was Leo’s blood. Just hours before they had been curled up together and the steady rhythm of his breathing had lulled Gepard into believing, if only for a moment, that maybe he was right - there were precious things worth protecting. his blood flooded with ice, his mind reeling with the truth, Leo was dead, he had died because of Gepard. It was all his fault.