#can’t believe I forgot how much I love faint

[raplinenthusiasts]

April 🎶

thanks @rainbowcoloredpalmtrees @cosmicdreamgrl @wonpiris 💛

well let’s just say that Papercut compilation took over my Spotify 🫣

tagging @cordiallyfuturedwight @rjshope @fireworksgalaxy @hvseoks @jinstronaut @boyslovedher @permanentreverie @micdrophobi @sevencoloredstar @thisfuckingdeadlife @thatgoddamngingerundercut @btsiu and whoever want to 🥰

[writingsonsaturn]

Tim having a younger girlfriend who gets princess treatment from him, she very obviously in love with Tim, and nobody at the station believes he has a girlfriend, so one day she shows up and work and everyone gets to see and meet her and see just how much she has Tim wrapped around her finger <3

Sorry if it doesn't make sense

puppy love - tim bradford

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🪐: hopefully this lives up to what you were thinking!! i did my best to capture all the main elements that you wanted in the story <33

word count: 1039

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Tim was notorious for being a hardass, his rough demeanor and strict ways of teaching made him seem like a total douchebag, for lack of a better word.

However, for you, he was a ball of sunshine, just don't let anyone else know that. 

Tim was awoken to the deafening sound of his alarm clock, he looked over at the red numbers, the clock reading “6:00am”, he sighed and reached a hand over to turn the blaring sound off. He turned over at the movement of your sleeping body, his hand now brushing through your hair with a small smile on his lips, waking up wasn't so bad when he got to see your face every morning.

You woke up gently at the new warmth that was on your head, “do you have to leave today?” you whispered with annoyance, one eye looking at him while the other stayed shut hoping to retain some sleep “unfortunately i do, baby, but i'll be home in time for our date” he responds, leaning over and kissing your forehead. 

He gets out of bed and heads for the closet putting on his uniform, once he’s done getting ready he reaches for his duty belt and gun that he keeps in his nightstand. Finally he leans over to give you one last kiss goodbye, “i love you, i’ll text you on break” you felt his lips move, “i love you too, be safe and come home to me” you respond as he walks out of the room gently shutting the door.

You shortly go back to sleep to get extra shuteye before having to go to your 9:00 am psychology class.

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Tim made it to work early, going into the locker room and putting his duffle bag full of extra clothes and little snacks that you had snuck in there “just in case”, once he left the locker room he made his way to the debriefing room. “Hey Tim, you still owe me the 13 bucks for that burrito i bought you last week” Angela points out, while walking in behind him “ah right” he groans pulling out his wallet simply forgetting the little photo he kept of you in there.

The photo fell on the ground as Tim pulled out the cash, Angela reached down holding the picture “who is that?” she wonders while looking at the piece of paper “my girlfriend” he responds while holding out the $13, “you? You have a girlfriend?” she jokes “yeah, and i'm a millionaire” she finished sarcastically and walked away to sit down in her seat.

Tim just silently rolled his eyes and put your photo back in the safety of his wallet, after Grey gave his briefing, Angela and Nyla both started talking about Tim’s “girlfriend” the others overheard and suddenly everyone knew about Tim’s private life. 

“Tim has a girlfriend?” Lucy questioned, while walking over the group and grinning. “That’s what he claims, when he was paying me back a photo slipped out of his wallet and when i asked who it was he said it was his girlfriend, but i don't know who would torture themselves like that” she explained, Nolan had his eyebrows raised “come on guys, Tim can’t be that bad” Nolan continued “he probably just doesn't like us” he smiled making the others laugh. 

“Okay! Are you guys ready to stop being a bunch of highschoolers and gossiping about my love life so we can, I don't know, do our job?” Tim dead panned, they all quietly snickered, and some started getting ready to head out.

Tim heard the faint call of his name, and fast feet, “Tim! you forgot your lunch!” you spoke quickly while softly jogging towards him. “That’s what i forgot, thank you baby” Tim mentally smacked himself for forgetting the meal you had prepared for him the night before. You smiled at him, rushing as you had to get back to the campus as you had a final in 45 minutes.

Everyone looked slightly gobsmacked, realizing that Tim was in fact not lying about having a girlfriend, Angela came up to the love sick couple, “so you’re the pretty lady Tim keeps in his wallet” she spoke with playfulness, “you must be Angela! Tim talks about you all the time, im (Y/N)” you introduced yourself with a big smile. Tim smiled at you with all the love in the world, looking at you while you introduced yourself to his friends and colleagues. 

“As much as i would absolutely love talking to you guys more, i have a really important test i have to go take” you explained with haste, everyone was extremely understanding and wished you good lucks, “One last thing, Tim, before you come home will you please pick up milk from the store? I used it all this morning” everyone looked at Tim awaiting his response “Yes ma’am” he complied, you kissed his cheek and gave everyone a last goodbye before leaving.

“Man she has you utterly whipped” Aaron spoke, while shaking his head, “yeah, you are so done for sir” Celina giggled. Tim looked at both of them with a stern face immediately making them shut up and get back to doing whatever they were doing. 

“I'm glad you found someone Tim, you deserve a good person” Lucy quietly mentioned, Tim gave a silent nod of acknowledgement letting Lucy know that what she said meant a lot to him as she left and continued on with her duties.

Tim carried on with his day, doing paperwork, and counting the minutes until he came home to you.

Once he got off of work, he made sure he picked up milk and even got you you're favorite snack, as soon as he got home you two made dinner together and sat at the kitchen table, you told him how you’re very sure you passed your final with flying colors, and he told you about the mountains of paperwork that made him wish he was in bed watching a stupid reality show with you instead. 

When it was time for bed you and Tim continued to talk about random thoughts, and your futures together before you both drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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“T-Tara?” Pt.2

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Words- About 750

Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else

Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emails’ password and that email was connected to my other account so I’m on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Part 1

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“Jeez the suns out early”

Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.

She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock

“SHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOL”

She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldn’t be that hard… right?

“Okay I’m fucked… I can’t find my keys.”

Oh Well she’s fucked

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Tara’s POV

“I’m gonna fucking die”

I’m not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn it’s hot out

Fuck I didn’t bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, you’re gonna die on the side of the street. I’ve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.

“Damn two days in a row”

Is this heaven? Ugh it’s too bright here.

“Hah, no this isn’t heaven Tara” oh it’s Y/n

“Well if it isn’t then what am I doing looking at a goddess” damn what’s going on right now

“Geez don’t you got the pick up lines when you’re literally gasping for air”

She’s funny, and really pretty

“Okay, Tara here you go” Her and that extra inhaler

I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe that’s for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I don’t really see the point in it.

“You good Tara?” So kind

“Huh, oh yeah” me and my dumbass self

“Okay good… what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?” Looking for a princess like you

“Oh- uhm I’m running late for school”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was school on Saturdays” shit of course it’s Saturday, that’s why my alarm didn’t go off.

“Oh… I forgot it was Saturday” oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!

“Huh, well you need a ride to get home?” I think I’m gonna faint

“Uhm I mean if you’re willing to” Oh. My. God.

“I mean if you want me to” of course I do beautiful.

“Uh I mean yeah sure”

“Okay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over there”

“Right! Right, I gotta get up” oh my god she’s reaching out her hand towards me, oh I’m gonna die when I get home

“Thanks”

“Yeah, no problem” She seems kinda shy.. it’s probably nothing I’m over analyzing

“Damn this car seat is comfy” no like holy shit this is comfy

“Yeah, I know, they’re custom seats.” Of course they are

“Anyways where do you live?” Oh right!

“Oh uhm it’s uhh” me and my damn it stuttering

“You wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I don’t mean to-“ aww she’s so cute I can’t believe I survived without her before

“I’d love to go out with you- I mean yeah I’m down to go eat with you” what the hell Tara

“Huh, right, anyways where should we go?” Shit I don’t know

“Uhm, let’s go tooooooo…” I have no idea where to go eat

“How about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?” Phew!

“Yeah I think that’s probably the better idea” she’s really smart… she could be my wife..

OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But she’s so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I can’t even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.

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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.

Sorry for the short post! They’ll be way more sooner!

I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I can’t really get much off of her character just from the trailer

Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 3 of Kinktober: Shower Sex With Harry Styles

pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader

warning: unprotected sex, shower sex

Y/N’s POV

The water in the shower feels so good! Warm and so nice. I put shampoo in my hair until I hear a faint noise, which got me scared. The door opens, it’s Harry. I flinch he scared the living hell out of me!

“Harry! I thought that you were in America?” I try to cover myself.

“The American tour is over, you know that Y/N/N?”

I totally forgot all about that, I’ve been doing a bunch of work all month, I can’t believe I forgot about it.

“I had so much work all month I forgot Harry.” I confess.

“You’re fine Y/N/N, about that deal we made.” Harry takes his clothes off.

“What deal?” I get nervous.

“Remember the day I left for tour, I can have you wherever I want.” He opens the shower door to get in the shower with me.

“Where do you want to have me at?” I question.

“Here.” I looks into my eyes.

“Here? Why not the bed?”

“Because you look good wet and naked.” He smirks.

I heavily breathe, he starts kissing me, I kiss him back, he picks me up and made me be against the wall, I gasp and wrapped my legs around is waist. He attacks my neck with hickeys, I couldn’t stand how much he gives me each time. He positions his dick at my cunt and starts to fuck me, it’s been so long since this happened to us. I moan in his neck and I tug on his wet hair, I hear him grunt. God I missed this so much!

“Go faster H!” I replied.

He goes faster and all you can hear is me screaming on the top of my lungs because how good Harry is doing this to me.

Eventually, we get out of the shower and keep on having sex in our master bedroom, him making me be up against the wall, me making him be up against the wall, him fucking me up against the mirror, us making love on the carpet, and us having rough sex on the bed. I need him to eat me. I make him go down to my clit and he already knew what I wanted him to do.

After him eating me out, he made me give him a blow job, his groans were so heavenly to hear, I felt him about to cum but he stops me.

“I want to cum while you ride me.” He said while I’m looking at him.

I get up to position myself to ride him, I forget how big he was when we do this, I think he got bigger. Our skin slapping against each other, us gasping and moaning, god I miss every bit on what we’re doing right now.

After all of us fucking, we’re just laying on the bed heavy breathing, this was so good I want to this again.

“I’m so glad you’re back Harry.” I look at him.

“I’m so glad I’m back here Y/N/N.” He looks at me.

I give him a kiss, he kisses me back. I love him so much, his fans give me death threats all the time and Harry protects me from that negativity, he’s the sweetest and kindest man I ever dated.

“I love you Harry.” I touch his cheek.

“I love you more Y/N.” He smiles.

[zozo-01]

"you’ve learned a long time ago to stop thinking things would change. (it didn't stop you from hoping anyways.)"

So, it's that time of year again, and I don't have the Raptors to distract me. It's the NHL playoffs and I am a Leafs fan. If you know, you know. I wrote this a year ago for myself and @thatlesbeanjew because being a hockey fan is not the faint of heart, and I completely forgot to post it to Tumblr ;-;. The title is from Jason's Spezza's retirement article and I think it applies well here.

For my sports (specifically hockey) fans who're in an toxic relationship with your favourite team, here's some southern comfort for you.

CW: author is being sentimental about grown men playing a game, i wrote this with the last years Bruins' collapse in mind (sorry tay), but no team is mentioned!!, city wolf darlin makes a comeback, Fluff, Comfort, so much comfort, someone send me to therapy

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There’s never an easy way to say goodbye.

No one wants to say goodbye, and even if it has to be said, let it be said with finality, with a sense of accomplishment. That even if this is the end, the journey was enjoyable. That the blood, sweat, tears (and really dumb questions) were worth it. That the years, your childhood, spent hoping were worth it.

No one wants to end on a whimper, especially if it’s broadcasted on national TV.

They still can’t believe that final goal went in.

Darlin’ stared at the TV, watching the series-winning goal over and over again. Their eyes tried to rewrite history, using what magic they have to will the puck to not cross the red line. Go wide right, hit the post, or even knock a player's teeth out for all they care! All their efforts were for naught. The goal still goes in, the building goes silent save for the cheers from the opposing team, and the season was over.

It was hard to believe that just a moment ago, their body was buzzing with anxiety, every sensation was cranked up to an eleven. Only for all that excitement collapsing inside their body, creating a black hole within their heart, numbing them to the result of the game in front of them.

All of that emotional investment just to get the same result. They felt silly for letting themselves dream, believe, with nothing to prove their faith. Everyone around them had been right, but they insisted on their foolish delusion, stubborn to the very end for this hockey team that has brought them nothing but pain.

Darlin’ had always preferred the painful route, embodying the sentiment that ‘love is pain’. It just so happened that it applied to more than the people in their life.

Their legs lost all their strength, causing them to fall backwards onto the couch. Their eyes stayed glued to the screen, ears ringing louder than any goal horn they’d heard in their life. Part of them wished they had never decided to care for this stupid team that only does stupid things and makes them cheer like a stupid idiot.

Ok, maybe this seems like an exaggerated reaction to a hockey team losing a game, but truly, this is how Darlin’ felt at this moment.

And Sam knew it.

They barely registered the soft blanket wrapping around their shoulders, but the warmth helped ground them a little bit. Sam always knew how to bring them out of their daze, with gentle pressure and plenty of space. Always giving them the choice of when to ask for help, a choice they’ve found themselves making more often.

They heard the faint clink of a plate on the coffee table in front of them. But what had knocked them out of their trance was Sam finally turning off the damn TV. It didn’t stop the goal horn from ringing in their ears, but at least they didn’t have to see that fucking rat’s shit-eating grin again. Who the fuck does he think he is? Fuck that guy, fuck that team, fuck everything-

They blinked repeatedly, feeling Sam’s hand playing with their hair. “I can feel your rage from here,” he chuckled. “Can’t imagine what you’re plannin’ to do to the other team in that pretty brain of yours.” Slowly, he shifted his arm to wrap around their shoulder to pull them closer to his chest. The tension that built up in their forehead had finally gone away when they heard his heartbeat. “Knowin’ you, you’re plannin’ something nefarious.”

“...I know where they’re stayin’,” they mumbled, nuzzling their face deeper into Sam’s chest. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”

He kissed their hair line and pulled them closer. “For the record, I will not be an accessory to your murderous rampage.” The small smile on their face prompted him to continue. “But I promise I won’t tell no one about your little scheme.” Leave it to Sam to make them smile when all they want to do is curl under a blanket and bleach the game from their mind.

They huffed in his chest. “I appreciate you not snitchin’ on me, but come on? You ain’t gonna help your mate with the body? Fake ass bitch.” Darlin’ let out a quiet giggle. Seeing the southern man deadpan at them is a surefire way to make them smile.

He pinched their nose and scoffed, “forgive me if I don’t want to see my mate in jail because a hockey team decided to beat your team.”

They pout at his statement, not appreciating the blunt tone he used. Come to think of it, when he puts it like that, their reaction to the ending of this game seems ridiculous. Wanting to kill grown men for doing their job? Because they just happen to beat their team? They’re a grown adult damn it! They’re better than being emotional over a team!

Sam flicked their forehead, knocking them out of their spiral. He pulled his wolf closer to him, letting their head rest on his shoulder. “No self-deprecatin’ spiral for you, Darlin’. You’re allowed to feel shitty over a game.” He continued to pet their hair, content with sitting in silence until they were ready to speak.

Darlin’ kissed his cheek and sighed. “I know, I know, I’m valid with my feelins’, it’s just…” They trailed off, biting their bottom lip while trying to articulate their thoughts into words. If only incoherent screaming was enough for Sam to understand their emotions. “When I say this team has sucked for my entire life… there hasn’t been a year where shit has gone right for us.”

Their vision blurred as they continued. “And I’m so fuckin’ tired of- of having hope that things will end different and then they never do!” The more words that poured out of them, the more anger bled into their voice. “It’s like, come on! They’ve had decades and so many different fuckin’ players and management to get their shit together and they never do! How much longer do they think people are gonna blindly follow them until…” A sob crept up their throat. “...Until we all decide to just… not care.”

They sighed in frustration. “I know it’s so stupid to fuckin’ care about a stupid team this much… I don’t know… They were the only good thing from my childhood.” Darlin’ chuckled at their last statement. “God, how has mt life been if this fuckin’ team was the best part?”

He rubbed their arm to comfort them. “Well on the bright side, it led you to my arms, so could it have been that bad?” Darlin’ pinched his chest, but that only caused their vampire to laugh harder. “Am I wrong, Darlin’? You seem to be enjoyin’ my arms a little too much,” he teased, acting as if it was a complaint against them. They both knew that Sam would rather die again than see his wolf in another person’s arms.

He held their face in his hands. Sam knew every little habit and quirk that Darlin’ had, and he knew that they wouldn’t look him in the eyes whenever they got emotional like this. “Darlin’, I need you to look at me please.”

They did as he asked them to, lifting their gaze and getting lost in his silver eyes. He kissed their forehead, whispering a soft ‘thank you’ against their skin. They don’t know if he’ll ever understand how fucking terrifying it was to have someone know them so well. But they wouldn’t trade that blissful feeling for anything else.

“It’s not stupid to care about this team, Darlin’. They were a huge part of your best memories as a kid. And maybe you will get tired of them one day and it will suck. But there’s no shame in lovin’ unconditionally.”

Darlin’s vision blurred again and cleared their throat to stop themselves from sobbing. “Even if they hurt me over and over again?”

Sam smirked, “well if they hurt you again, I’ll have to pay a visit down to their office and make sure they win.” Darlin’ scoffed at his cockiness but didn’t stop him from continuing. “‘Sides, like you always say.”

“Oh God, don’t say it-”

“There’s always next year.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”

[gaybitchfx]

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW(?)

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Part 2

-🍓 Song based on: Pretty Girl - Clairo

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Whenever you dropped by Mikey’s workplace whenever he forgot his lunch, he would always be with one of his female colleagues.

It didn’t bother you at first till she became noticeably close to him, but you brushed it off not wanting to seem like the jealous boyfriend. But it was hard.

She always touched him in ways you didn’t like and it just made you uncomfortable.

Of course, you wanted to say some things here and there but didn’t. “Welcome home, Manjiro.” You said with a smile as he took his shoes off.

He hummed as he walked past you once he finished taking his shoes off making your smile falter a bit. “How was work?” You asked him as you got dinner ready. “Fine.” He responded as he sat down at the table. You formed a line with your lips before smiling a soft smile again.

“I’m glad to hear that.” The two of you sat in silence as you both ate. Every time you tried striking up a conversation it would only be turned down by a simple response.

“I’m going to wash up first,” Mikey said, barely touching his food. “Okay..” You mumbled and continued eating quietly, by yourself. In bed, Mikey only faced the window side of the room, typing away at his phone.

Usually, he’d hold you till the both of you ended up falling asleep, but that gradually changed to where he wouldn’t even bother touching you unless you asked but that wouldn’t last long either.

What was so important on his phone that he wouldn’t even pay attention to you? You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but you know you’d get told a snarky comment and he’ll just ignore your existence.

So you waited, waited till he was asleep to see. “He changed his password..” You mumbled after seeing the password you put in previously was wrong.

You carefully grabbed his thumb and pressed the little button which worked. You sat up and began looking through his phone, you knew this was bad and all, but you felt like you couldn’t trust him for some odd reason. A message appeared on the screen getting your attention.

‘Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘’

Your heart sank momentarily. You pressed the notification and all you saw were pictures of Mikey, nude, along with pictures of that same female colleague also nude.

Some sexting was done and a conversation about you was there.

‘I can’t believe you’re with a man Manjiro’

‘I can’t either, but he’s the only thing I can settle for at the moment seeing how gullible he can be’

‘Why not be with me hm? I’ll treat you better than he can~’

‘I’ll think about it’ ‘

Alright, love you ❤️’

‘Love you too’

You turned the phone off after a while and placed it where it was originally. You lay down and faced the opposite side of Mikey as you let out quiet sobs into your pillow and covers.

The next morning you felt numb. You didn’t bother greeting him, you made his breakfast and he left for work. Once he left, you went shopping for a dress and makeup.

“A gift for your girlfriend?” The cashier asked as she put the makeup in the bag with a smile. “You could say that haha..” You smiled back before taking your leave after paying. Later that day, Mikey came home but you weren’t there to greet him nor was there any food prepared.

“Y/n?” Mikey called out as he took his shoes off and began walking around wondering where you had gone. Once he got closer to the bedroom he could hear faint songs coming from there making his brows furrow.

He opened the door and saw you seated by the dresser where the mirror was putting lipstick on, mascara had stained your cheeks and a little bit of the dress you wore.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mikey looked at you, a disgusted look drawn on his face. You sniffled as you looked at him, your eyes were puffy and red.

“Why do you love her so much?” You sobbed out, Mikey stared at you as if you were crazy. “The hell are you talking about?”

“That stupid colleague of yours! Every time I come to see you you’re always with her and she’s always touching you! I thought you loved me not her—” You were silenced by Mikey stomping over to you and landing a slap across your face. He hit you. He’s never done that before.

“Stop being a sneaky ass bitch and know your fucking place! So what if I’m always with her, huh?!” Mikey shouted at you making more tears form in your eyes.

You felt stupid.

So stupid for even doing something like this. He yelled at you for hours, hitting and slapping you a few times. That same night he left and stayed at a motel probably with her.

You stared at your phone for a while after getting changed and cleaned up, looking at old pictures of Mikey and you from the time you two were teenagers to adulthood.

It made you feel sick to your stomach and so sad.

Where did things go so wrong..?

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[mrs-johansson]

Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 2:

“I didn’t even know you guys were coming to the show. It was a nice surprise though,” I said as we settled into the car. “You would’ve been nervous if you’d known,” Lily explained and I shrugged. “I was nervous anyway.” “You hid that very well,” Rosé chuckled. “Have I? I felt like I was gonna faint at every single dance move.” “You dance well, it wasn’t noticeable at all,” spoke Lisa for the first time with a small smile on her face. We made eye contact and my heart was just beating funny. I didn’t pay much attention to it since the adrenaline still ran through my body at that moment.

“Thanks, that's a huge compliment from you,” I said with a smile and she smiled back softly. She’s got really clear skin, damn I’m jealous.

Once we got to the hotel there were several paparazzi outside the door so we had to move quickly. “Sissy, you go first and I’ll close, yeah?” I glanced out the window, seeing multiple people standing on the two sides of the road. Lily got out of the car and the girls followed closely behind, Lisa stepping out last before I did. “Y/n! Y/n! How was the show?” Asked a man. “Good,” I smiled softly. But suddenly it got really crowded in front of us and I quickly pulled Lisa to my side. “Guys, step back,” I said loudly and pushed some people out of the way while holding onto Lisa’s hand.

Once I managed to clear a path for us, I held onto Lisa’s waist and guided her right to the door and we were in. “You okay?” I looked at the girl. “Yes, thank you for that,” she said with a hand on my shoulder.

We all went up to my hotel room and we quickly settled around the living room, room service already on the way. The conversation just started naturally, we were laughing and chatting with ease.

Suddenly Lisa gasped and we all looked at her quickly not knowing what happened. I followed her eyeline and saw Bucky waltzing out of the bedroom carefully. “Totally forgot about him. Girls, this is Bucky my cat,” I said and Lisa was already very determined to meet him so she got up and sat close to him. “Oh my god, hi,” she said with a high-pitched voice, and Bucky as the whore he is immediately gave into her touch and let her pat him. “We lost Lisa for the night,” said Rose, and she chuckled lightly at her friend. “You love cats?” I asked but Jisoo scoffed. “She has 5,” she said and my mouth fell open. “5?” “And a dog,” Jennie added and I just found it hard to believe. Lisa was quick to bring Bucky back over to us and he comfortably laid in her lap as they settled on the floor. “He’s in good hands then.”

“What do you guys want to drink? Wine, champagne, or shots? I can’t really choose,” I went up to the mini-bar in the room. “Wine would be great.”

I poured everyone a glass of wine and soon the food came too that we ordered. Some of us sat on the floor, someone on the couch.

“When are you guys going back on the road?” I asked while eating the pasta that I got for myself. “In about two weeks. We’re going to Malaysia,” said Jennie. “But you guys are coming back to the US later this year, right?” “In the summer yeah, they’re gonna be kind of last shows, then we go back to Soul for two shows and that’s it,” explained Rosé. “I have to go to a couple of shows. Lily’s always bragging about how good the shows are and I’m just so jealous of her.” “You should totally come, that would be awesome,” Lisa said with her mouth full of food but eyes very fixated on the conversation. “I will, I will. I have a couple of weeks off along the tour so I can finally make it work.” “How many shows will you do?” “112 or something, I don’t know.” “How?” Jisoo asked and I smiled. “I sleep. I literally sleep, perform, sleep, perform. I’m sure you guys know.”

We’ve talked about all sorts of things throughout the night. I asked them about the whole trainee thing and I was fascinated by how they made it through. If I was there I probably would’ve been eliminated on day one. The Idol came up and I was excited to hear the girls’ opinions and of course, they were very supportive of Jennie just like I was of Lily. They were all so nice and funny, I was genuinely surprised by how quickly we got along and spoke without being weird and awkward.

Rose was so fun, we talked a lot about music and how she’s writing all the time but scared to share it with other people. I tried to give her some advice on these things and just told her how exciting it is once you get different stories in a song.

Jisoo and I had a really fun time and our conversation was mostly about her refusing to speak English so we were basically playing Activity. She has a great sense of humor and I love how she makes fun of the other girls with just facial expressions.

With Jennie, we caught up since the last time we saw each other. She showed me pictures of her dog and told me all about how she’s a little nervous but excited about The Idol coming out soon. What I heard from Jennie and Lily it’s going to be crazy and I really don’t know what to expect other than I’m excited for them.

And Lisa was quiet. Towards me at least because she was talking with everyone but with me, not really. I could tell it wasn’t because she didn’t like me because she seemed to enjoy my jokes and paid attention to my stories. Maybe it was the language barrier but she seemed very good at English so I was confused. Bucky didn’t really move from her side. Sometimes he wandered around the girls and me but eventually he went back to Lisa each time.

“I’m a little drunk not gonna lie,” I leaned against the foot of the couch. “Same, should we play something?” Suggested Rose and with that she grabbed my attention quickly. “Oh gosh, yes! Any ideas?” I looked around and seconds later, Lisa spoke. “Truth or drink?” She came up with the idea and we all agreed. I brought a bottle of vodka and some orange juice for chasers just in case.

“Jennie, you should start,” I said while pouring a shot for everyone beforehand. “Okay, Lily. Truth or drink, did you ever get turned on while filming a scene for The Idol?” She asked with an evil smirk. Lily chuckled and she shook her head. “Easily no. Abel is not my type at all,” she said and I shrugged knowing that he was really not. “Glad it didn’t go the other way,” I said and she gave me a dismissing look which made me smile. “Your turn.” Jennie nudged Lily and she looked around the room. “Who was the worst in bed out of everyone you slept with so far?” She asked and I sighed. “We’re on these questions already? It’s literally the second question, anyway uhm…” I leaned my head back thinking of every person I slept with. “Some guy from one of your campaigns. I don’t remember his name, but I think he was older by 3 or 4 years and he was crazy hot but he was so bad dude. He couldn’t tell what’s what and he thought everything was going fine and I was enjoying what he was doing but damn I was turned off by 20 minutes of it,” I explained. “When was this?” Asked Lily. “8 years ago or something,” I shrugged. “Okay, me. Uhm…” I looked at the three girls, Rose had kind of a terrified face on so I was sure not to ask her, and then I saw Lisa all in her little world, patting Bucky.

“Lisa…” I dragged out the a which made her look up with a curious look in her big eyes. “Have you ever given your partner a sexy dance?” I asked with a small smile and she blushed right away, shaking her head and looking back at Bucky. A nervous chuckle left her mouth before she answered. “No, my boyfriend’s not really into that,” she said shyly and my eyebrows furrowed. Not into that? What is he gay, had he seen his girl? And she can dance. Like dance. I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend in the first place. “Not into that? How?” I asked out of pure curiosity. People would line up to get a dance by her. “I don’t know, it’s not his thing,” she shrugged and swiftly looked at Jisoo. She asked her a question in Korean and clearly, I didn’t understand a thing but Jisoo seemed to think about it for a second then chuckled to herself before starting to tell a quick story that made Lisa laugh.

How can a guy not enjoy a potential lap dance from a girl like Lisa? I’m still hung up on this.

We played a few rounds and we all took at least two more shots each so I don’t think any of us had a clear mind.

Rosé was the next person to ask someone and her eyes fell on me. “Y/n, truth or drink, would you kiss the person next to you?” She asked and the last words were muffled by her laughter but I could hear it clearly. And since to my left was Lily and to my right Lisa, I guess she wasn’t referring to my sister.

I glanced at Lisa who was visibly avoiding eye contact with me but a defeated smile was still on her face. “I mean yeah,” I said with a confident look, and the three girls “Ooo”d while Lily just shook her head unamused. “But Lisa has a boyfriend, so out of respect that can’t happen,” I said and they started booing which made me pick up the vodka shot in front of me and the one in front of Lisa which I handed her. “We should drink this,” I said and she gladly took the glass but meanwhile she showed her middle finger to her booing friends. “Good idea,” she took the glass and we cheersed before downing the shot. Lisa put the class back on the table and cleared her throat then leaned close to me. I could feel her hot breath on my ear and the side of my neck.

My head was a little fuzzy from the shot so my balance wasn’t that good. Lisa was close to my ear and I turned my head a little so I could hear her perfectly. “You wanna piss them off?” She husked in my ear and I got goosebumps from just that. I found her eyes and she clearly had something in mind. “What do you suggest?” I couldn’t help but look her up and down. The alcohol really got in my head. “Do you trust me?” She asked me and her accent just made it sound so convincing. I nodded and she glanced at the girls, who were chatting.

“Just go with it,” she said and the next second her hands were in my face. Our eyes met and she was clearly in a better state than me. Lisa had pretty doe eyes, and with a little scares in them, she gave me a small smile. “It’s okay,” I said quietly and nodded, knowing what she was planning.

When you kiss someone for the first time, take a second to look at them. They are so new, so unfamiliar. Right now you don't know how they taste, how their hands will press against your skin, how they'll breathe. You won't see them like this again.

Lisa leaned in and I let her do whatever she wanted. She seemed to be serious about whatever was happening but still hesitant so I was just happy to participate.

Our lips touched and every sound around us muffled out. Her soft hands framed my face, and her lips felt so fluffy. The kiss was slow and clearly for show.

As we both became short of breath she pulled back but her hands remained on my face. I looked down at her lips and then back into her eyes. She wasn’t my first kiss but this… this was different. Drunk or not.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I asked lowly, to which she rolled her eyes. “It is complicated,” she said with an annoyed tone. Her eyes stared at my lips. “How so?” I heard ‘It’s complicated’ a million times, who knows which situation she’s in?

Lisa didn’t move her hands from my face but now she tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “It’s a business thing,” she said and I raised my eyebrows, not yet hearing this one. “Is he a guy at the company or what?” I questioned wanting to know more.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I don’t know if it was the booze or simply her. “No, he’s around the same age as us. A business guy,” said Lisa clearly not interested in sharing more about him. So basically he’s got money but how is that a business thing for her? “Is this a long-term thing or what?” I asked. “It’s for this year.” “But it’s not public?” She looked back into my eyes with a slight smile. “You ask a lot of questions,” she mumbled, then pressed a kiss on my lips. “I just wanna know who I’m kissing,” I smirked and leaned closer, almost touching our lips but pulled away at the last minute. “We can talk later,” she said before connecting our lips again with more passion. Lisa swiped her tongue across my bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss and I gladly agreed. I lifted my left hand to her side, pulling her closer.

I felt like my head wasn’t in the right place. At that moment I thought I could kiss her forever but I still had the word boyfriend lingering in the back of my mind.

She was fierce with her kisses but still felt like she was holding back for obvious reasons. I didn’t want to move my hand from her side, out of respect to her and the girls. The girls.

“Okay, you can stop now,” Jennie’s voice made Lisa pull back and clear her throat. She glanced at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes and all I could do was smile. I looked on my phone to check the time and it was already 1 am. I didn’t mind staying up late since I didn’t have rehearsal in the morning and I wasn’t tired anymore.

Lisa blocked out all the teasing comments from her best friends and I looked at Lily who had a very unimpressed look on her face. I raised a brow and she just shook her head before going on her phone.

We chatted for a while then they thought it would be better if I went to bed and got some sleep for the show tonight. They called for their driver and once he said he was here we all got up and I walked them out to the door.

“We should hang out more if you girls are staying in LA,” I said to them. “Yes, definitely that would be fun,” said Rose, sneakily eyeing Lisa who didn’t dare to say anything to my suggestion. “Thanks for having us over,” came Jennie to hug me bye. “Of course, I had fun.” I hugged Jisoo and Rosé bye too and they already walked off leaving Lisa standing there. “I guess I'll see you at the show tonight,” I said with my hands in the pocket of my sweater. She nodded with a smile and spread her arms for a hug and who was I to decline? Her arms went around my shoulders and mine around her waist. As Lisa pulled back, she left a kiss on my cheek. “It was fun kissing you,” she whispered and I chuckled. “The pleasure’s all mine. Hey, can I give you my number? You should call me when you get to the show,” I said and she nodded. “Yeah.” She got her phone out we exchanged numbers and with a quick goodbye, she followed the girls.

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y/nfleurdepp

y/nfleurdepp SoFi Stadium Night 1🩶 What a way to start this year with you guys! I love every single one of you who came today and I hope you had a great time🤍 So excited to see you my Fleurs all around the world, this one’s gonna be fun🌷

[axel-skz]

Surpriise 🥳

A/N: I’m starting maybe an hour after my last fic… I don’t know how long this will take me to write but I’m impressed with how fast I managed to think something up lol. You might not be because the quality is meh |||| I’m going to try to make this more lighthearted… idk if future me will carry that sentiment but lets hope she does… goodluck 💀 Song shuffle on this and we got my universe :)))

Summary: Changbin had been busy with his tour and away from you for too long so you plan to surprise him.

Changbin x gender neutral reader

Changbin had been on tour for 2 months now. It was so difficult for both of you to deal with. What he didn’t know though, was that you had a surprise visit planned. All the guys were in on it.

They had been texting you non stop about how changbin had been pouting constantly, scrolling through pictures of you and complaining about how lonely he was. It felt like there was a thunder cloud hovering over him and anytime he smiled it was for a show or because you called.

You were packing your stuff as you got a call from him. You panicked for unknown reasons because unless you pointed your camera, specificaly at your suitcase, your room looked exactly the same.

You picked up the video call, ‘HEYYYY! YOU TOOK A WHOLE 5 RINGS TO PICK UP!! WHY?! HAVE I BEEN GONE TOO LONG? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!?’ He threw out his wild theories and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘It’s only been 2 months. Don’t worry, I still have faint memories of us together. Although… I think they’re fading…who are you?’ You said seriously and he gasped.

‘I KNEW IT! I’m gonna die alone oh my god…’

‘I’m the one losing memories, god, way to make your tour all about you.” You laughed.

He squinted at you, ‘you’re mean.’

‘I’m also one of your favourite people in the world. Did you call just to list off traits of mine?’

‘No. I miss you and your ungrateful ass,’ he pouted as he flopped back on his bed.

‘Don’t talk bad about my ass. It’s right there,’ you were walking out of your room when you tripped over your bag.

Good one, smart stuff.

It peaked his interest, ‘you good? What did you trip over?’

‘Oh no, I’m ok, I’m just unable to walk,’ you said in a hurry.

He got worried, ‘did you hurt yourself?’

‘NO! I just mean… I haven’t been doing much so I… forgot…’

Yeah, you’re so good at this. He’ll totally believe that. 🙄

‘You… forgot…how to walk..??’

‘Yeah, your face is so distracting and everything over the top of everything… My brain just couldn’t fathom anything else.’

This seemed to distract him and you guys talked about what had been going on recently. You managed to not fall face first somewhere after that and everything went well.

Your flight was 3 days later and you were so excited. You had told the guys to make sure changbin was distracted so he didn’t text or call you. The poor baby would think you were ignoring him.

When you landed, you rested up at the hotel you would be at temporary before their next concert. Your plan was to appear in the audience and he would look so surprised to see you. Then you would duck and make him think he imagined it.

It was mean but you would appear backstage so… no harm no foul.

Everything was going to plan and now you had seungmin walking you to a safe place to get some food before you went to the floor.

You met them all except changbin and it was so refreshing. You were just aching to hug changbin again. Although your wish came true when he walked past the room. He looked in, saw you and carried on walking because obviously he wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Jisung pushed you behind the sofa and sat in your place.

Changbin came charging back in, ‘Y/N???’

‘All these years together and I thought you knew my name,’ jisung fake cried. ‘After everything we’ve been through.’

Jeongin laughed, ‘he’s hallucinating again. God, you really can’t be away from them, can you?’

‘Codependency be like,’ hyunjin tacked on with a giggle.

Changbin sighed and side eyed the members as he left the room. ‘I’m not codependent… I just love them a lot. All your single, lonely asses can’t talk,’ he mumbled with a pout.

When he was definitely gone, Chan let you know the coast was clear. You stepped out with laughs, ‘shots fired! Damn.’

Hyunjin scowled at you, ‘Y/N shut up or so help me, I’ll call him back.’

You immediately stopped smiling and sobered up. You were about to say something but then you pretended to zip your mouth shut and gave him an overly big smile.

You spent a little more time eating then moved to go to the floor. With their help obviously, you didn’t want to accidentally run into changbin.

You were having fun, all the songs on this album were SO good. You made eye contact with changbin then he looked away but he looked back, frantically scanning the audience. You had ducked and he couldn’t find you again, he blinked a bunch, took a breath and moved away from that area.

You did this 2 more times and every time, he looked more and more confused. When the concert ended, you made your way to the security guard who would help you get backstage. It took you a little while to sift through the crowd but eventually, you made it.

As you got closer to their changing rooms, you could hear changbin talking.

‘I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I thought it was a wierd moment before but now… I actually keep seeing them everywhere. Like I could’ve sworn they were in the audience,’ you could hear him sniffling, ‘I wish I could go home… atleast for a bit.’

You knocked on the door and he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he stood there, staring at you.

‘Mail for a… ‘Changbin’? We have a package for a ‘Seo Changbin’,’ you said casually.

He turned and looked at everyone else, ‘you’re seeing this too right? They’re here? I’m not about to hug a mail man to death?’

Everyone laughed and yelled surprise. He turned around so fast and within a second, you were in a soul crushing hug.

‘I missed you too baby but I do need my ribs after this so…’ you wheezed as you lightly hugged him back. He loosened the hug with a quiet sorry.

After you had all calmed down, everyone laughed at how absolutely confused changbin looked on stage. He also apologised for calling them all lonely asses when jeongin reminded him.

It was a good day. You spent the next 2 weeks with them and loved every moment of it.

A/N: I hope this makes up for me making some of you cry in the first fic LMAO I wanted to add so much angst to this but I’ll let this be. You can all be distraught on the next one 😈 I’m really showcasing my dry sense of humour in this one 💀

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

[pokegalla]

Hey! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! and i wanted to ask please epic or cross, which s/o is some kind of goat monster very similar to human (similar to tubbo) has heterochromia, piebaldism and vitiligo pls

Ok at first I didn’t know what all that was until I searched it. Now I feel dumb cause I HAVE seen it but forgot the names 🤦‍♀️. But yo that sounds like an awesome character holy shit- (they sound GORGEOUS).

And yo….I’ve been DYING to write for Epic. So imma write for both boyos (I love them both). Also thanks! Welcome to the blog and I hope you enjoy your stay! Check out my AU too! Trying to get it more popular….but ok I’m rambling now. Enjoy!

(Ok slightly suggestive in Epic’s part. Just a warning)

Epic and Cross with a Goat Monster!S/o with many brilliant features

Cross:

* Oooooooooo you know this boy is simping.

* Sure he’s seen monsters from all over the AUs but nobody quite caught his eyes the way you did. Your different color eyes, your marbled skin, your different shaded hair. You looked so interesting, so beautiful. When he officially met you, he was a stuttering mess. Mans couldn’t get a proper sentence out.

* When you guys do start dating, he is more straightforward and confident with his compliments. It’s not long before he has you blushing. And if you feel insecure? Prepare for a barrage of kisses, compliments and flirting (shy flirting but still). I have warned you.

* ANYone who decides to bully you? I swear they have a deathwish. They must because how they don’t see a skeleton nearby ready to slice their asses? And someone flirting with you? Just as bad.

* He loves his lovely S/o no matter what they are or what they look like. And he’ll be there to protect you always.

Mini story time!!!

You looked in the mirror to examine your looks. You always felt….like the odd one out. These conditions were rare in humans and even RARER in monsters. You couldn’t help but feel abnormal. Cross was walking by and noticed you staring in the mirror. He smiled and sneaked behind you.

He suddenly spoke up, “Wow you look amazing.”

You jumped and bonked his head, “YOU SCARED ME DUMDUM!!!”

He laughed and kissed your cheek, “Aw come on. I’m just appreciating the view~”

You blushed and huffed, “Ain’t nothing much to appreciate.” A moment of silence passed between you two. Oh you knew you fucked up. He suddenly hoisted you up bridal style. “Noooooo Crossy noooooo I need to get to work!!!” You threw you in bed and he got on, straddling you and began giving you kisses and hugs. You giggled and tried pushing him off but he wouldn’t budge.

“So what was it you said? Ain’t much to appreciate,” He tickled you making you laugh more, “You’re just giving me more excuses to point out all the things I admire about you~”

You sigh after he finally let up with his attacks and you cupped his face, “I love you my Oreo knight.”

He smiled sweetly, “Love you too, my angel”

Epic:

* He’s pretty good at hiding his feelings let’s be honest. But you can always count on seeing a faint blush on his face whenever you passed by.

* Upon first meeting you, he was stunned by your beauty and as a scientist he was super curious of seeing so many rare features on a monster. He had so many questions!

* Dating him was something he’s still shocked about. He still can’t believe you wanted to date him. But he is beyond happy and shows you off to all of his friends. You feel insecure? Bro. You gonna tell it to this guy? This man will PICK YOU UP and run around the town saying “THIS IS MAH WAIFU/HUSBANDO! THEY ARE DAH BEST AND I LUV THEM!!!” Never again. Never again will you think lowly of yourself. At least he got a good laugh outta of you.

* What MADMAN would be crazy enough to bully you in front of the meme lord himself? Must I remind you he has power of god and anime by his side? One glare from him should be warning enough….flirting he’s ok with. But if you look uncomfortable, he’ll help you get away from the person….and he’ll probably glare at them if they get a little too aggressive.

* All memes aside, he loves you as much as cookies! And that’s a special place in his soul. He loves you and is thankful to have you as his S/o.

Mini story time!!!

You were baking a special surprise for your silly skellie. You just wanted to make him smile since he’s always making you laugh. You thought it was the least you could do. You turned off the oven and gasped when your eyes were suddenly covered.

“Guess whoooooo,” The person behind you said.

“Hmmmm could it be my favorite Cookie Monster?” I asked playfully.

“Ding ding ding! You are coooooorrect! And the lovely contestant deserves a prize,” Epic tilted your head towards him to give you a kiss, “Hey Marble cookie. What’s cooking? Smells good in here.”

“You’re telling me you can’t tell me what that smell is Mr. Cookie Monster?” You said.

He practically drooled, “Bruh!!! What’s dah hold up then?! Gimme dah cookies now!”

“You hold on! You try to eat them all as I’m taking it out! No funny movements,” You said.

He pouted but at least he sat down and listened. This time he didn’t steal any cookies. When you served them, he noticed the cookies were quite literally marble cookies. He smiled mischievously as he got an idea.

“These cookies are pretty yummy babe but….,” He suddenly leaned closer and kissed you on the lips, quickly parting to say, “I think I like the taste of the original marble cookie much better~”

You blushed heavily before shoving a cookie in his mouth, “I swear you are so random!”

“You know yah like it~,” he teased.

He got bonked on the head, “Horny jail for you!”

“Nuuuuuuuuuu not again!!!” He shouted. You both laugh and finish up the cookies.

[ailendolin]

Hello 😘 Can I ask for Rain for Disstari? 💙

Of course you can, dear! You know I love writing for these two 💙

This little ficlet is set in my Second Chances verse where Voltari and Dissectus joined the Elders' fight against Cuddly Dick and are now slowly acclimating to a life free of oppression.

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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In The Rain

“Have you ever done this?”

Dissectus looked up from the book he was reading. “Done what?”

“Played in the rain,” Voltari said softly and nodded towards the Youngers outside.

Dissectus regarded him quietly for a moment before he put his book down and joined him by the window. A gentle summer rain was falling outside and in the middle of it were the Youngers, smiling and laughing and looking like they were having the time of their lives. A half-smile tugged at Dissectus’s lips. “Can’t say I have.”

Voltari heaved a heavy sigh and turned away from the window. “We’ve missed out on so much, haven’t we?”

He looked lost as he stood there with his thin arms wrapped around himself and his gaze far away in the past. Dissectus had heard Voltari allude to his childhood often enough over the years to know it had been a lonely one. Most Overlord childhoods were but Voltari’s father had been especially strict and ruthless, going so far as to keep his son separated from his peers until Voltari was old enough to join the Academy. The isolation had left deep scars – some of which, Dissectus feared, not even time would be able to heal.

“No one’s stopping you from doing any of those things now,” he pointed out gently.

Voltari raised one elegant eyebrow at him. “I am not a child anymore.”

Dissectus scoffed.

“Do you honestly believe that matters? After everything we’ve been through?” When Voltari looked away, he crossed the distance between them and cupped Voltari’s face between his hands. Looking him deep in the eyes, he said, “Stop overthinking everything. If you want to play in the rain with the Youngers, we’ll go outside and play in the rain. It’s as easy as that.”

“We?” Voltari whispered.

Dissectus’s face softened. “Yes, we. Or do you think I’m letting you have all the fun on your own?”

With that, he reached for Voltari’s hand and pulled him out of the library. The sound of the Youngers’ laughter greeted them when they stepped out into the garden, and it was only when young Irk spotted them that Dissectus subtly released his hold.

“Have you come to play with us?” Irk ask excitedly. Behind him, the other Youngers stopped their playing to look at them with curious and hopeful eyes.

Dissectus turned to Voltari. “I don’t know – are we, Tari?”

Voltari huffed out a faint laugh. “I suppose we are.”

The Youngers didn’t notice the nervous tremor in Voltari’s hand or the uneasy way the muscles twitched around his damaged eye. They only saw a new playmate and exchanged thrilled grins with each other before running over and grabbing Voltari’s hands.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Alvin exclaimed and pulled at Voltari’s hand until he finally followed him out onto the wet grass and into the rain. “We’ve been puddle jumping just now! It’s when you jump into a puddle and try to get everyone as wet and muddy as possible!”

Voltari’s shoulders relaxed a little as Alvin and Sepal dragged him over to the nearest puddle and proceeded to show him how it’s done. “Now it’s your turn!”

With one last look over his shoulder at Dissectus, Voltari took a deep breath and jumped into the puddle. Water and mud splashed everywhere, making the Youngers shriek with laughter, and after a second of stunned silence, Voltari started laughing too. A heavy weight seemed to fall off him as he stood there with rain running down his face and not a worry in the world, and for a moment, Dissectus was struck by how beautiful he looked.

Then young Daisy and Barry tugged at his hand and pulled him forward, and he forgot all about his wildly beating heart he joined Voltari and the Youngers in the rain.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

DARLING DARLING

VANITY MY LOVE

I don't recall if it's been done 🤔 but here's an angst idea: they accidentally kill you

I'd like it on the record that this was not me. It was requested and I hurt too- thanking you.

LETS GOOOOOO.

Scarecrow:  Your eyes wide as you struggled to breathe, chest tight. That and the minimum affects of the fear toxin only made you more panicked. The fear was enough to paralyse you as well as the need to breathe making you stiff trying to maintain as much oxygen. You reached out to Jonathan, all he had to do was give you the inhaler behind him. Amidst the sounds of your gasps tears sprung in your eyes. Realisation set in when you finally understood why Jonathan was only staring at you. You were frightened and that was his weakness. If he didn’t snap out of it, you were going to die. "Oh honey..." He cooed, in awe with a faint smile on his face. You were so beautiful.” Your wide pleading eyes entrapped him as tears spilled. Your mouth moved, as though trying to speak but breathing was more important. In that moment he completely forgot that he wanted you alive. Jonathan had to consider every consequence of everything he says and does. Especially in romantic relationships. He knew you had asthma and the fear toxin could affect asthmatics that little bit more. He had never seen you so afraid and he couldn’t help but crave more. He turned to your inhaler behind him. He was considering grabbing it, yet something made him stop because if he did, that wonderful expression would be gone. He’d likely never see it again unless he forced these situations to happen. Then it struck him, if he didn’t help you. You’d die. He didn’t want you dead. That was the one thing he was sure about when it came to you. The silence brought him out of his internal battle. He turned back to you. You were sprawled on your stomach, hand limp in front of you. Eyes empty and staring off. “(Y/N)?” Jonathan called quietly, moving to his knees beside your body. He got no response. “No...no...this can’t be.” Denial hit him first, a growing anxiety brewing as you didn’t stir. “I wasn’t...I didn’t...”

The Riddler: You were nervous about approaching the topic of Batman with Edward. Anything could set Edward off. There was no keeping secrets from Edward, he always found out. It was better he found out from you rather than someone else. As predicated, at the very mention of Batman, he went off the rails. Immediately you knew it was a mistake. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter-" He interrupted you. "What did he say to you!?" He snapped. Head hung as his hands held him up over the desk. "He...he warned me." You said quietly. "Warned you of what? Did he threaten you!?" Edward demanded. "No, it wasn't like that!" "Then tell me what he said, you idiot!" Edward bellowed and you jumped. "He thinks you're two wound up and that you're going to hurt me." You said carefully and quiet. Silence filled the air. "What?" He turned to look at you, brow furrowed. You let out a nervous exhale. "Why...why would he say that? He's wrong!" Edward exclaimed. "I know." You said quickly. "What kind of imbecile does he take me for!? Like I'd take our feud out on you- you told him how ridiculous that was right!? Tell me you didn't believe him!" Edward ranted. You stared at him, not certain if it was rhetorical or not. Although the pause told Edward a very different story. "You don't believe him, do you (Y/N)?" A dark expression crossed his face. Suspicion across his features thickly. "No." You fidgeted. Edward took a step forward. "I wouldn't...you know that." He said to himself. "I do know that." You said quietly. "Do you!?" He spat!? "Then why do you look so uncertain!? Have I ever raised a hand to you!?" Edward charged and you backed up towards the wall behind you. "Why are you backing away!? I wouldn't hurt you! I'm not so lowly like my father! Don't you ever compare me to him!" "I didn-" You were cut off with the Riddlers hands around your neck. "Listen to me!" He spat. "I've never desired to hurt you! I have never taken my anger out on you! I know what that's like! Do you know what that's like!? I wouldn't!" His hands tightened around your throat, pressing you further into the wall. "He doesn't know me like you do! He doesn't!" He smiled slightly through his fear and panic. "Nobody knows me like you do so you can't let him get in the way! I'd never hurt you! Never! You know that, right!?"He pleaded and begged you, feeling you squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails in. He could only smile, relieved that he was getting through to you. Your eyes filled with tears of terror. He couldn't have that. He couldn't stomach you being afraid of him not now- not ever. His smile widened as the fear slowly faded from your eyes. "You don't know how much I love you!" He smiled through the tears in his own eyes that threatened to fall. "I would give my life for you! I would! I would!" Your fingers relaxed. "You understand now, right? You see that now? That I love you just as you love me. Just like it's supposed to be!" Edward took a breath and only then did he realise that you were very still and the look in your eyes was vacant, empty. He realised where his hands were and pulled back sharply. You moved with him, falling forward and he caught you with a yelp. "(Y/N)...? (Y/N)!" He cried out as he fell to the ground with you in his arms. He had been here before. He just couldn't believe it had happened again. "What did you...no!" He tilted your head towards him. "No! No! (Y/N)!?" For the first time in a long time, Edward let out a pained scream of pure heartbreak.

Black Mask: You had been talking hurriedly, trying to reassure Roman that the deal didn’t matter. A better one could come around. You had lost him a lot of money that was his for the taken if you hadn’t jumped the gun. This is why his partners were never involved. They couldn’t handle the pressure. Now it was gone and Roman was livid. In a burst of uncontrolled anger, he lashed out. It was a fairly strong push and he had completely forgotten about the large hole behind you that builders had left. Coming to his senses, he reached out for you with a yell but it was too late. Your scream was the last thing he heard. The plastic barricades weren't enough to stop you at such a force and a rather sharp pipe was upright. It went through your temple securing you to the ground. Like a knife to butter, you were killed on impact as a trickle of blood began to seep from the wound. He jumped down immediately but one look at your blank expression told him you were gone. He yelled again in horror and disbelief. Roman didn't hear his henchmen at all. Some freaked out, others insisted he had to go before someone came along and discovered you. Roman was too distraught to care. "Baby...come on!" He said through a tight jaw, his eyes welling up with tears. Someone grabbed his shoulder and just as quickly Roman pulled out his gun and fired a shot through the henchman’s chest. A tear ran down his cheek behind his mask as he pressed a masked kiss to your cheek. “I love you, baby.” The only admission of guilt he could give, unable as always to actually say the word ‘sorry’.

Two-Face: He didn't have the patience that he used to. This particular night, he was enraged eith a heist that had been ruined by a Batman sighting and you stepped in before he took it too far. Everything happened so quickly that you didnt even hear him take off the safety before you reached for Harvey. "Stop! Don't do this- just put it dow-!" You were cut off. *BANG* The two of you froze in place, in shock. You were the first to break away, looking down at your stomach. Harvey also looked down, catching sight of the red pool growing on your shirt by the second. You let out a shaky breath and fell forward onto him. He gasped, the air finding his lungs again. He went to the ground with you, cradling you in his arms. "(Y/N)! Shit! Shit! Shit! What have I done!? Look at me, gorgeous! Focus on me." He dug for his phone in his pocket. "I'm so sorry, beautiful! I didn't-!" He let out a cry of anguish. Your shallow breaths slowed. "Stay with me!" He begged through uncontrollable sobs as you went limp. "I'm so sorry!"

Penguin: Oswald's hand shot out stopping you from picking up the drink beside Oswald's. "No, no. That's Falcone's. You'll need to make your own, sweetheart." Your brow furrowed as you watched him move into the next room. "He's not even here yet." You grumbled. "I'll just make him another one." You jumped as you heard Penguin greet Falcone from the next room and hurried into action. Half way through dinner you shifted, not feeling well. It was so sudden, your smile vanished. You touched your throat, worry etched across your face but barely seconds later, you were wretching and coughing. "Sweetheart!?" Oswald rushed out of his seat towards you. Your hands were tightly around your throat. Your eyes were wide and pleading. Blood rushed to your face as foam bubbled around your mouth. Falcone came around the other aide, kneeling as Oswald pulled you out of your chair. You began to choke. "What's wrong!? Did you take something!?" Oswald screamed in a panic. "Roll them on their side." Falcone ordered as he snapped his fingers towards one of his men. Oswald complied. Your knuckles were turning white from squeezing his hands. Half moon indents appearing from your nails. Your veins popped through, visible just below the skin. Minutes later, everything stopped. You were unresponsive. "Sweetheart? Come on, sweetheart, look at me." He shook you. "Sweetheart!" Oswald was never the same. What made Oswald sick was knowing exactly what had happened. You didn't do what he told you and took the glass meant for Falcone. Now he had to play it off like one of his men did it, passing the blame and Oswald had no idea.

Mad Hatter: He had called the only two real friends he had. Jonathan and Edward, he hurriedly begged the two through tears to come and help. The arrived to a horrific sight. Jervis' back was to the wall, sobbing hysterically as he held you to his chest. He cradled you gently as the two stared at your bloodied body. "What happened?" Jonathan asked quietly, receiving more sobs as Jervis tried to respond. "The Jabberwocky was here! It was! It attacked (Y/N)! They won't wake up! Please wake them up!" He cried. Edward looked at Jervis' bloodied knuckles. "Jervis..." Jonathan crouched down and pressed his fingers into your neck. "Please! Please, wake them up!" Jervis begged Jonathan through tears. "Jervis, look at your hands!" Edward cut in before Jonathan could reply. "You did this!" "No! No! I-I saved them! I saved them from the Jabberwocky, it's gone!" "The Jabberwocky isn't real, you moron!" Edward snapped. Jervis shook his head violently. "It's true! I-I wouldn't- I couldn't..." Jervis sobbed harder, slowly looking down at you. He looked to his two friends with desperation. "They-They're going to forgive me though!? Please! They're going to forgive me though!?" Jonathan reached out for your body, gently prying you from Jervis. "You have to fix them!" Jervis cried. "Jervis," Jonathan began quietly. "I can't fix them. No one can fix them. (Y/N) is dead." Jervis couldn't believe it. His worse fears no longer just a worry in his head. He was living his worst nightmare.

[thekidsarentalright]

ok bestie i’ve been thinking abt the setlist for so long bc i’m gonna be at the first show(!!) which is like. terrifying in a good way lmao 😭 i’m like “how much are they gonna damage me emotionally with this set?” so i have a Lot of thoughts lmaooo

for stardust songs, the title track would fuck me up the most, i’m SO hoping for that one… but if there’s only a few songs from it i think what a time to be alive is my other biggest hope just bc i rlly want to scream the bridge 😭 but i’ve Also been wanting i am my own muse as an opener… idc if it’s unlikely, that would go so hard!! tbh i’d be fine with any of the songs from stardust bc that album is glorious. pete could literally do baby annihilation and i’d be cheering lol

also YESSS to the idea of rotating songs!! especially if they’re like what tswift does for surprise songs. that would be amazing bc it makes whatever song u get special, yk? esp if they’re songs that haven’t been played in a long time (or ever! my tswift show got songs she’d never played live before and it was Fucking Insane, so i rlly want fob to do something similar and just go crazy w it)

also rlly excited abt deep cuts/older songs… if they do headfirst slide or calm before the storm again i think i’ll faint. absolutely can’t believe those are the realistic options lmao… everything abt that is insane. i think there was an interview from like last year where they got asked abt gin joints and were like “maybe we’ll have to learn that one again” so i’m also hoping for that! or if we’re getting more unrealistic… god there’s so many songs i’d wish for 😭 bishops knife trick or jet pack blues would actually destroy me. or lake effect kid!! and ofc, manifesting tkaa for u <33

- 🧋 anon

SO sorry for answering this two days late i got so distracted but AUGH i forgot you were going to the very first show that is SO scary and exciting, ur gonna have to come tell me all about it im living vicariously thru u going so im basically going too <3 fksjdnfs

i SO hope they do the title track but if theyre only doing a few from stardust like pete (known liar) said, i 100% feel u with what a time to be alive, that's my number one absolute hope to hear too, but yeah literally any stardust song would be great. i am a huge proponent of fob is so good they could play literally any song and i wouldnt fucking care it would be a joy to hear live!!!!

YESSSS i am so so manifesting something like that like. how special would it be if each show got a slightly different set?? esp if it was songs they never really do like u said!!! idk the likelihood of that but with how they're hyping up this tour, saying it's visually unlike anything we've seen before and that they're playing older songs idk... i feel like anything is possible!!!

literally if u told me a year ago realistic setlist options for fob were headfirst slide and calm before the storm i would pass out i cant believe that bro!!!! also cant believe gin joints is also a possibility??? like ohhh my god we r gonna be fed so well. im wishing for all the same unrealistic ones as u for real, i got to hear lake effect kid during my second mania tour show and my god i would LOVE to hear it again. also think them debuting like. bob dylan or super fade or something would be incredible but. very unrealistic kjfnsdkfj

[httpiastri]

hi jackie im back and im here to yap

also this entire thing is really disorganised (just a warning)

pepe’s 187 seems short?? 😭😭😭😭😭 also im pretty sure 187 is very recent bc this redbull driver database was updated early this year before the f2 season started (sorry ive realised how insane i must be to know this but i can’t tell if i agree with the measurements because sometimes i think pepe and ollie should be around 190?? minimally!!)

also the girl who edited pepe to guilty as sin is literally so sweet omg 😭😭 ill def make my own pepe playlist soon bc i need it for myself—don’t know if ill ever share it (although i do listen to so much international music from asia, europe, and literally everywhere else so it might be a pretty disorganised mess)

i saw pepe’s pics this morning when i woke up and i ACTUALLY screamed/squealed out loud and now i realise it’s the stubble/facial hair (i kinda think it’s way past the stubble point but regardless of what it is, i love it so so much)

omg also youre so right about liking when pepe shows emotions?? i love him being all soft and sweet but i also want to see him salty and upset and angry like idk i find it so very attractive when i am reminded that he is human?? idk if that makes any sense but i love it when people are raw and so so genuine with their emotions and i also love when he talks about stuff i barely know about because i love intelligence and i love him

and omg feeling guilty about not using the resources you have is so so real 😭😭 my parents are first gen immigrants and im the first child and so i feel so guilty because of how privileged i am compared to my cousins and stuff, especially since i live in one of the strongest academic countries but am still so lazy at times 😕😕 ESPECIALLY since ive had more opportunities than the average student academically because i was gifted but now im there’s so much guilt surrounding not going the mainstream and highest pathway BUT OMG your sport i completely forgot about that but don’t you coach kids or something?? i feel like i have a vv faint recollection of that because i used to follow you from my old blogs but i’m not too sure 🤨🤨 still isn’t it so cool how so many seemingly insignificant things can suddenly turn into such a big part of your life one day?? i find that concept so cool to think about all the time (like in my un-anonymous ask a while ago i mentioned what i was studying and… i used to be so invested in those themes? like it was never serious, i just dabbled in it here and now my career plans kindaaa differ from what’s expected in this field of study but its cool that im getting to experience what i used to imagine for fun and it’s also sort of led me to consider this career path that MANY childhood friends/people who knew me used to think i’d go into, even though i never once mentioned or even considered it)

i believe in karma too!! i think that if you are a kind person and do things with the best of intentions then that will be exactly what is reflected in every aspect of your life. i am also a strong believer that pepe WILL do well for the rest of this season, from this race onwards. i also have such a good feeling about monaco, and it’s not just because of all the pepe content that’s been put out recently… i think 🫣🫣

omg i remember you complaining (?? pls forgive me i have no other word choice rn) about how he didn’t get a penalty, and i also cannot remember if he did end up with a penalty… but i don’t think he did? so maybe he’s just serving unnecessary penalties from last year idk but it’s def his time now!!

and thank you so so much for always replying to my asks!! please don’t feel bad about replying late 😓😓 because it’s vv understandable if you’re busy and you really shouldn’t force yourself to answer asks when you’re tired! take care of yourself jackie, and i’m wishing you a lovely day tomorrow!! 💗💗

- 🪷

hello darling !!! very happy that you wanted to come and yap for me <3

SJDFHDK I KNOW ITS NOT SHORT BUT LIKE 😭 it seems short for him? like to me he seems like suchhh a long boyyo?? thoughhhh im just now realizing that he's taller than my older brother..... but okay let me explain my reasoning: in my head 187 isn't super tall because in the handball world (the world i live in), 187 is like kinda average? the guy i used to crush on is a little over 2 meters 😶 and he wasn't the tallest in the team 😶 but yeah tbh it seems reasonable that they updated it kinda recently. but pleaseeee update the f2 f3 websites ☹��

omg... if you do end up wanting to share it, i will definitely be obsessed...... i have been listening to ☄️ anons pepe playlist way too often to not be super embarrassed over it 😭 but like certain songs come on and i just catch myself blushing on the street because im thinking about pepe and... yeah...... 🙃 and omg don't worry about it being disorganised, a broad music taste is the best one 🥰

yeah it was definitely more than a stubble but am i complaining?? actually not (which surprises even me) 🥰 i currently have a very big obsession with just the thought of his stubbe/beard/whatever... just touching it? don't need to be shaving it? kissing him and feeling it slightly rub me and getting to jokingly complain just to see his cute smile and hear his pretty laughter??? y e s

" idk i find it so very attractive when i am reminded that he is human??" !!!!!!!!!!!! agreed 10000%!!! i love it when drivers have emotions that arent just happy or "well something bad happened, shit happens", and especially pepe. and idk it's something about the extreme contrast abt him? because when he's happy then he's so happy, big smiles and sweet giggles. but when he's upset.... 🫠 and omfg you're SO right about him talking abt racing stuff or yes just stuff i don't really get, because intelligence is SO HOT 😁 i could listen to him talk abt racing for hours and hours and never get bored

ahhhh i see i see !!! i relate to you sooo much... i made it through like all of my years of school just by luck and always managing to get good grades even though i didn't put in a lot of effort? but in my later years, as soon as something got a little hard or i didn't fully like it, i just bailed 😶 even though im so lucky to have all of these opportunities.... :/

but yes i do coach kids hehe 🥺 cute that you remembered 🥺 speaking of that, the fact that i became a coach in the first place was kind of just a coincidence aswell, and now six years later it's one of the biggest things in my life and i'll (hopefully) be studying coaching in the fall and just !! crazy how life works out sometimes 🥺 (the guy who brought me into coaching actually passed away recently and on his funeral i cried much more than i ever thought i would because i realized that i owe him like my entire life... idk what i would be doing today without him..... and he probably had no idea how much he changed my life 😭 idk kinda off topic but also not)... but yes it's indeed very cool!!! and like u said, like when people think stuff of/for you that you don't rlly think about yourself but one day you're just..... oh

yes yes 100%!! i love showing the girls i coach about karma, like whenever we do something kind and then get instant karma for it i'm like "girls look! we did a good thing, now we get rewarded!! 😁" (im making it sound like they're 5 years old when in reality they're 15 oop-), and this one time when i did something pretty bad we all got bad karma all weekend......... 😶 and ik this was aimed at the monaco weekend buT the next race!!!! a good result in barcelona will feel so much better now considering these last few rounds so im okay with this. i know it will happen 🥰

sjdghkdh complaining is an okay word choice because i was upset about a lot of things that weekend 😭 (though mostly during the sunday-) but no i don't think he got one either? it was probs the teams fault so im sure they got a fine etc? but yeah that could be an explanation 😭 100% about to be his time!!!!

thank you so so so much for sending me asks!!!! no but i will feel bad anyway because i do love writing answers but when i answer so late, it seems like i don't enjoy it? when in reality i love it so much??? idk i just feel so guilty and 😭 im so sorry. but thank you again for keeping on sending in asks!!!!! truly makes my day every time <3 take care of yourself too, hope you have a lovely rest of this week ❤️

[thespectrespecss]

Guess who’s back with a brand new track...

So yeah, we’re here.  I honestly don’t know how, where, what to start writing. I just wanted to do this again. I feel like I have been using ChatGPT way too much recently that I already forgot how to compose even my own sentences. Just amazing backreading my other blog and seeing how I creatively write before. I think it used to help that I could read hundreds of books in a year during those times. I remember when I used to finish a whole book, with a notebook filled with new words I have learned from what I read that I will be incorrectly and excessively using in every write-ups I’ll be doing. Lol. So innocent, naive, and pure that girl. wow. HAHA But that girl was SO sad. She was so of this world. Glad she got to know Jesus. So anyway, about being back. It started yesterday when I almost fainted while MCing for a kids service. I got pulled aside by my pastor later on, starting the conversation with words that I immediately translated to “okay I have to strip you off your position and all your roles coz apparently you can’t steward it well.” But she suddenly said she’d want for me to take a rest, seeing how things have been rawr rawr on my end recently. Appreciated the thought, but honestly my first thought was, “gurl, I think you’ll just leave me with more things to worry about when I’m not doing anything” So she said that she actually wants to hear it from me how many days should I need to get proper realignment with my rhythm and with my quiet time. I guess it really shows how I don’t spend much intimate time with God now. It shows in my work, actions, and even my words. I agreed, finally. I said I need until Wednesday to rest. That would probably be enough. And so we agreed.  So this morning, it took so much of me to stop myself from doing anything for Kids church and focus more on work. Somehow, in the idle moments, I came across Maine Mendoza’s blog again and I saw how even as she becomes one of the sought after celebrities today, she still writes about her life vulnerably. So I guess that’s what pushed me to go back to writing about my day/week/season or moments I just want to share online. I don’t even think anyone would even read this. If you somehow find this blog, for whatever reson... then, hi! Welcome to my life, in all nakedness.  I PONDER... I think and believe it was actually a productive day at work today but I know I still have some things to get done. I was entrusted something, I have to steward it well.  Funny how that’s my devotion sharing for Kids huddle yesterday. After obedience comes a responsibility of stewarding what you have, where you are, whith what you have WELL. I’m reminded to bear fruits and not just have potential [this was also in yesterday’s preaching! [don’t you love it when your own devo is the same thing your pastor preaches. always make you feel so aligned HAHA] But anyway, I just feel like I haven’t been stewarding things well recently. I immediately get scared, with the thoughts of my past tendencies and old issues, I can’t do all these things being handed over me. I can’t. It’s always that thought--- I can’t. But I actually can. I can because God will be with me and he won’t bring mem to a place without being equipped by his grace.  And then in the afternoon, one our leaders also shared about representing Jesus wherever you go. And I think proper stewardship of your season, your work, your school, and even your family, you have to really be a reflection of who you’re representing. Recently, I have been firm in evaluating myself of who I am really representing in how I do things. Am I representing kids ministry? Am I representing our church? Am I representing my old dance group still? Am I representing the group of friends I used to have? Just really being careful that in everything I do, I bring glory to the one who made me.  Right now, I need to just be more trusting of my what I can do. I get so intimidated immediately by big things so I cower low everytime big opportunities come my way. That girl needs to be crucified. That is what, I believe, I should let die. That part of me that make me think less of how I am actually made. I am capable and worthy and loved--- I can hold on to my heavenly father’s grace that he so willingly give. I can be sure of the mercy that is renewed every morning.  I think the preaching yesterday hits hard. There are things I neeed to finally let die so I can fully step into the supernatural that God has been pushing me towards for quite some time now.  I PRAY... I pray that I continuously run after God’s heart. That as I delight in him, he gives me the desires of my heart. I pray I continuously be aligned with his plans and that I he takes off the worry along with the things I need to let go of. I pray for protection against lies of not being enough and not being qualified. I am loved, chosen, and worthy. I am walking in my purpose and no weapon of the enemy can take away the Joy my God has given to me.  Keep me steady, Lord. Keep me in your presence. 

[satellite-evans]

You've got a friend in me

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: " The important thing is that we stick together." - Buzz Lightyear

Word count: 2.199 words

Warnings: A lot of flufff

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing wonderful! This takes place in the same universe as my fic Kisses, so if you haven't read that yet, please do!

And a quick disclaimer, I have to say that Aria is here 5 years old, so it takes a couple of years later after Kisses.

Alright, I hope you enjoy it, guys. Love you all!

English is not my first language, so I apologize, If I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy and tell me what you think xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

How many people in the world can say that all of their biggest dreams came true? Unfortunately, not a lot. But Chris could. Anytime. That all of his big dreams came true one at a time, wasn’t something he could wrap his head around. It felt surreal and uncommon, like he won a golden ticket. He just wondered what good deed he did in his life that God blessed him with greatness.

The first time that one of his biggest dreams came true, was in New York in an agent’s office. His agent told him he got the part in ‘Not another teen movie’, where he would play Jake Wyler. In Chris’ eyes, it was the first real acting gig he had ever gotten. Of course, he was in other stuff like 'Opposite sex', but he describes that as 'terrible' and not to be mentioned again. This role made Chris believe directors would see his talent in this movie and give him even bigger roles. He saw it all in front of him. Becoming an A-list actor, went to his movie premiers, winning awards. He couldn't wait.

The second time that one of his dreams came out, was when he met you.

He was ordering coffee for himself when he realized he forgot his wallet at home. He was lacking sleep from all the anxiety his new acting job gave him.

Just when he was going to tell the barista to cancel his order, you jumped in.

“I’ll pay for the gentleman, too, if that's alright with him.” When he turned to look at you and say he you didn’t have to, he saw something magnificent. Undescribable with words, glowing from the sunlight that was coming from outside. He saw the definition of elegant in front of him.

He saw you.

Now, Chris was one of those men who didn’t believe in falling in love at first sight. He truly believed that you should and only can fall in love with someone if you know them.

But he would be dammed if he didn’t find out who you were, and why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

"Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that. How can I make it up to you?"

The third time was in his favorite city, but the place he hated the most: The hospital.

Never in a million years, would Chris think that one of his biggest dreams was about to come true in a hospital in Boston.

But here he was, experiencing the fact that you were giving birth to his daughter.

His baby girl.

Ever since Chris was a young adult, he wanted to be a father. Growing up in with 3 siblings in a healthy household, he just knew. It felt right, the idea of coming home from work, and seeing your children play with each other while your wife was working on her laptop.

It felt safe.

His first child. He still couldn’t believe it.

Aria Raine Evans.

You chose her first name, Aria, while Chris chose Raine. The most calming sound in this world was the sound of rain, according to him.

That changed in an instant when he heard Aria’s voice.

“ I still can’t believe she’s real.” He whispered in your ear while you were feeding her.

“ I can’t believe you fainted twice while I was pushing her out of my vagina.” He rolled his eyes, not proud that happened. But he knew you weren't mad. It was a known fact that Chris is a very sensitive man.

“I’m sorry, okay, but I was about to meet the love of my life and I got too excited.”

You smiled at his confession, making sure your daughter was feeding well.

“ I know honey, I know.”

And now, He found himself 5 years later, making another of his dreams come true.

He was about to show the world that he was Buzz Lightyear.

Chris would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Premiers were always nerve-racking for him, but this time he was calmer than normal because you and Aria were joining him today at the premiere, and he had to be strong for the both of you. Chris promised himself the day that Aria was born that he would protect both of you from any harm that his fame could cause. To this day, he never broke his promise.

“Daddy, look at me, you’ve got a friend in me, daddy!”

When he turned to look at this 5-year-old daughter, while he was in the living room taking a picture of dodger, Chris couldn’t believe his eyes that something that cute was existing in his life.

Aria asked you if she could dress as Woody, and who were you to say no?

“Oh my goodness, you’re right bubba, I got a friend in you! Come here, let daddy see you properly!"

Aria jumped in Chris’ arms, too excited to show her daddy how she looked.

“ Look daddy, there is Andy written under my boot!” Chris checked and just like her daughter said, Andy was written under her tiny boot.

“Did mommy buy this costume for you? Gosh, Aria, you look amazing! Speaking of, baby, where is your mom?”

Just when Aria was about to answer, you walked into the living room.

“I’m here honey.”

You were wearing a long white dress, that showed every curve your body had. After all those years and having a child with Chris, you still looked like the most stunning woman in his eyes.

“ I showed my costume to daddy just like you asked mommy and he liked it!” You fake gasped, approaching your daughter with open arms.

“Of course he liked it, sweetie, you’re the cutest Woody daddy has ever seen, isn’t that right Chris?”

He nodded with a big smile.

“Oh absolutely, I think they should make a Woody film next with you in it, Aria.”

Aria groaned loudly. Hearing his dad talking about her acting made her annoyed.

“Daddy, I told you already I don’t want to act. I wanna be a painter!”

Hearing his daughter’s annoyance, he took her back from you.

“I know honey, I know. I’m just joking with ya. Now, is everyone ready to go to the premiere?”

“Yes, daddy I am so ready!”

Chris kissed both of her cheeks and looked at his daughter with adoration. Seeing Aria being so excited about his work makes him full of joy and love.

“Now, remember what we told you, Aria. It can get hectic there, the important thing is-"

“That we stick together, I know daddy, you don’t need to steal lines from his movie.”

After sassing her parents, Aria left her daddy’s arms and went to wait in front of the door, with dodger following her.

Chris and you were looking at each other in awe, not believing how big your baby girl has gotten.

“That is your daughter, wow. The sass she has.” He slowly walked toward you, giving his flirty eyes.

"I know, but let's talk about you for a sec. Who told you to be this gorgeous, huh?" His eyes never left yours while his hands were roaming your body, giving you goosebumps.

"Oh, stop it. You and I both know you are the attractive one in this relationship. I mean, look at you, now that you have got some grey in your beard, it makes you irresistible."

He scoffed, hating that you would hate on yourself like that. If you only could see yourself through Chris' eyes.

"You are the star in my life that brightens every tricky and dark place that I have to go through. Do you know how much I have to fight with myself, trying not to fall into the honey of your eyes? Don't you ever, talk about yourself that way. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, okay?"

You loved how Chris showed you every day the reasons you fell in love with him.

Today's reason was his kindness and how great he was with words.

He slowly reached down, about to capture your lips with his, until…

"MOMMY, DADDY HURRY I DON'T WANNA BE LATE"

"Yup, she is showing the Y/L/N in her blood, for sure."

Aria was mesmerized when you guys arrived at the premiere. Seeing people everywhere with cameras, a lot of children dressed up as Buzz, Woody, and a lot of other characters from the movie she has seen with her parents. It felt like she entered a whole new world.

"Wow, everything is blue." Not the first reaction Chris expected from her daughter, but at least she wasn't complaining.

"I know. Everything looks amazing. Aria, there are a lot of cameras inside. If you ever feel uncomfortable or the feeling you don't want to be here, you tell daddy and we will get you out of here, okay? No film in the world is more important than you."

She simply nodded, not understanding why her father sounded so scared. It was just a couple of cameras. How bad could it be?

"I need you to say it, Aria. This is very important."

She looked at you, seeing that you had the same facial expression as Chris.

"If I ever get scared, I will tell daddy and he will get me out of here. Can we go inside now? I'm getting bored."

She held your hand and walked with big steps towards the carpet. Looking behind you, you saw a shocked Chris, once again in awe of his daughter. He pulled himself together and followed you guys.

You went on the carpet together as a family, posing with Chris holding your waist close to him, while Aria was in front of you guys smiling at the camera.

She was pure talent. You had your doubts, about taking her to the premiere, especially with so many people around, but Aria took it like a champ. She was well behaved, waved at some cameras, posed some, and even answered some questions from journalists.

"We are here today with none other than Chris Evans and his lovely family! Hey Aria, how excited are you that your dad is a hero?"

She looked at Chris first, asking permission if she could answer the lady. When he simply nodded, she started talking.

" I am so excited that my daddy is a hero. But he was already a superhero. You know my daddy is also Captain America!"

the three adults laughed, making Aria very confused since she didn't make a joke.

"Yeah, that's right, but who is your favorite? Buzz Lightyear or Captain America?"

" I think Buzz because Captain America kissed a lot of other ladies that weren't mommy and he is stupid for that."

Once again, she made you and Chris laugh alongside the interviewer. But she still didn't understand why they were laughing when she didn't make a joke. What was so funny?

"Girl, you are so right. Thank you, Chris, Y/N, and Aria for your answers!"

You and Chris shook her hand while Aria just flashed her a smile.

"Thank you for your question. See you later."

After you guys walked away, you turned to Aria, giving her kisses all over her face.

"Aren't you just the cutest kid ever, huh? Who told you to be this cute?"

"Mommy, stop, please, my tummy hurts!" She kept giggling while Chris was still holding her.

"Alright troublemakers, it's time to watch the movie. Y'all are excited?"

Aria and you said the same thing at the same time.

"Aye, aye captain!"

"Alright, let's go inside."

Aria set between you and Chris in the big theatre. He sometimes looked towards her daughter, seeing if he could get a glimpse of her reaction, but it was dark and he couldn't see properly. After the movie ended, you guys went straight to the car, since it was getting late and it was almost bedtime for Aria.

"So Aria, tell me, what did you think of the movie?" This was the most stressful moment of the night for Chris. Aria's opinions mattered to him, and he took them seriously.

" It was missing Woody, daddy. They were supposed to stick together. They were buddies. So I don't know. I have to think about it."

Chris felt like someone had crushed his soul. He knew from her tone that she didn't like it. He felt so disappointed in himself, that he let his daughter down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I thought that-"

" I'M JUST KIDDING DADDY, I LOVED IT! YOU DIDN'T KISS OTHER LADIES! AND BUZZ IS SO COOL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Chris felt a tremendous relief washing over him, never been happier that his daughter was joking. You were snickering in the passenger seat next to him, laughing about the fact that your daughter got her father again.

"You little minx, you pranked daddy again! I thought you didn't like the movie! How are you so good at acting, huh?"

He turned towards his daughter, waiting for her answer.

" I am my daddy's daughter, that's why."

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you please write Tommy Shelby x wife reader where it’s their wedding night but she’s a virgin (she’s been raised by a Romani mother and non gypsy father who is wealthy, and both are Catholic so because of societal attitudes, Romani importance on virginity, then Catholicism and being respectful of her father’s image)

And she’s nervous as she knows Tommy has dated and had sex before, and they’ve only made out together as he respected her & her family too much to force her ever.

So Tommy is just sweet and affectionate making her comfortable as he knows she wants to do it with him (she said so herself) and he says how he’s never loved and adored someone so much as he does with her.

Make it smutty as it progresses, the tension and passion building up.

She undresses herself while giving him a lap dance and she sees how seeing her body incased in white lacy silk lingerie is driving Tommy absolutely wild with desire and so hard for her (he grinds up into her saying can she feel how hard he is for her) and he’s unable to stop roving his hands over body from her firm ass, well endowed breasts, slim waist and shapely legs, Tommy can’t believe how lucky he is to be married to such a little vixen as he finds out her innocent side was a façade waiting until marriage to give him her naughty sexy side

They lovingly romp in their marital bed and Tommy finding his new wife has quite a dirty mouth on her she’s been keeping secret from him (she didn’t want to scare him off or rumours to start flying out about her)

She obviously gets worried about him fitting in her length and width wise

Maybe they go a few times? They discover they love her riding him, her breasts jiggling and her roaming her hands over his abs and muscles, him smacking her ass too.

The next afternoon they get up finally for sustenance and he smirks at how she is walking funny.

Maybe they have another round in the kitchen? They can’t get enough of each other after not having each other like that before

And fast forward a few months later… a little Shelby boy named Philip Thomas Shelby is born (it means lover of horses and fits well with Tommy & his wife’s love of horses) and everyone remarks that Tommy didn’t take long to knock up his wife , not knowing his wife was a little minx, not that he’d ever change that …

Hope this does it justice! Thank you for the request!!! And for waiting so long! XoXo

EDIT:

I forgot to put the rating and warning! Sorry!

Explicit - Sex, loss of virginity, fluff, cuteness, rough sex, reader gets a little bruised but she'd happy about it

The wedding was huge. Something that shouldn't surprise you with the amount of drama and planning that was involved. But you still started to shake as you pulled up to the large church. Your mother and sisters ushered you in bringing you upstairs into the space designated for you to get ready. Everyone was rushing around you loudly, their hands touching you, pulling your hair, tightening your dress. It was too bloody much for one person.

Your youngest sister had forgotten your veil which caused your mum to faint. While everyone got sucked into the commotion, Aunt Polly made her way into the room, a different veil in hand. She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the bathroom.

“You look like shit.” she said slightly amused as you sat down on the edge of the tub.

“Really!?” You said feeling defeated, if all that pulling and poking had left you ugly there would be absolute hell to pay.

“You look lovely” She reassured you, lighting a cigarette and handing it to you. “You just look nervous.”

“All those people Poll, I don’t even know ‘em. Tommy told me not to worry about it but he’s done all this before.”

She laughed in response.

“No love, I know no one in our family has been through all this before.” She waved her hand around, gesturing to all the madness.

“Oh God! I’m sorry - I know it's too much - I -” Tears started to well up in your eyes.

“No! None of that.” She snapped. “I don't care if we have to arm wrestle with Satan himself to get you in the family. We want you here.” She pulled a flask out of her purse and you took a long sip of whiskey.

“Now this was my mothers. I have yours in the car if you prefer it.” Tears started to come back for completely different reasons. Both of you sat in the tension trying not to get emotional and ruin your makeup. She passed you a small pin topped with a blue jewel.

“Something blue too.” She stuck it in the neck line where it was hidden under lots of lace. It didn't matter though, it was there to make you feel better and it did.

“Thank you.” You eventually choked out. She got the veil placed into your hair, pulling free some of the tight braids making them more wispy.

“Things are about to kick up, do you have any other questions about tonight or anything?” You were about to scoff it off, you’d only told Tommy that you were a virgin. It was something you were a little embarrassed about. But your eyes and flushing cheeks gave you away.

“Tommy will be good to you.” She comforted. Then you heard people starting to shout about where you were and that your father needed to see you so she rushed you through the basics. Told you to have fun with it, make it about yourself and what felt good.

Then she followed you out of the bathroom earning a wicked glare from your mother.

Your father took some time to talk to you, struggling with his own emotions about the situation.

Then you were down the aisle, and into the arms of your husband.

----

Eventually the night was over, it was a big reflection of why you were so happy to be a Shelby. Anything that felt celebratory came from his family, all the dancing and laughing.

After a short drive Tommy picked you up and carried you up into master bedroom of the cottage.

He placed you on the big bed and went over to grab you a glass of champagne. The room was dimly lit with a large fire burning, you ran your hands along the silky sheets.

He came over and sat next to you on the bed and you both clinked glasses.

“To a long, happy journey with the love of my life” His eyes bore into yours causing your heart to jump. He had such an intensity radiating off of him, it made you equal parts desperate and nervous.

“I love you” are the only words available to you despite the fact that they couldn't do your thick feelings justice. You swallowed the champagne in your glass hoping it would give you enough courage to get through this.

“Love you too” He kissed you and everything started to relax as his hands trailed down your neck. Soon his hands were resting on your hips and you were beginning to wonder when you were supposed to get out of your clothes. Would he decide that or would you? Was he waiting for you to do it? Thoughts swirled around in your mind and he pulled away as if he could tell your mind was being pulled in a different direction.

“I know this is important to you. But I couldn't give a single fuck about God or tradition. We really don't have to tonight if you don't want to.” His words broke your heart as you’d been waiting, fantasizing desperately for this moment.

“I'm nervous.” His eyes were empathetic. He knew of the vast pressures and horror stories your family put on you about physical intimacy. You and him came from two very different worlds when it came to sex.

“What is there to be nervous about? I’m here. I won't hurt ya, love” He kissed your forehead.

“What if I do something embarrassing? Or what if you don't like it with me?”

He let out one of those rare laughs.

“There isn't any way you could be bad at it. So don't worry about that. As for embarrassing, I don't know anyone who hasn't got funny stories from the first few times.”

“Well alright. Just - Erm - I’ll let you lead then?”

“If that's what you want” He placed a kiss to the base of your neck that caused you to shiver. “But I think you should just take what you want from the situation and I’ll help you along, eh?”

You thought back to what Polly had told you and gave Tommy a nod. You pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap. He sat up and you fell into a deep kiss. His hands wandered to the back of your dress and started working on the buttons. His fingers moved at a slow place, wandering across the newly exposed skin of your back. His tongue moved into yours and you moaned into his mouth at the strange contact.

Your dress fell around your waist and you watched his wild eyes roam over your straining breasts. Hard nipples poking through the tight lace. His hand came up to cup them, taking the full weight of them into his hands. It caused enough pleasure to run through you that you rocked your hips against him. The feeling of his hard length pushing against you was enough to make the blood pound in your ears.

You ground down into him again to feel the pleasure radiate through you. Something shifted inside you, suddenly there was a goal more important than not looking ridiculous or embarrassing. There was a need inside you that couldn't be ignored any further. He could feel it spreading through you. You looked into his eyes and felt him meet your small thrusts. You let out a hearty moan.

“You're so hard.” You said in a breathy tone. His hand tightened on your left breast as he looked at you with blown out pupils.

“All for you, love.” He said darkly. You kissed him and he got you out of your top putting your naked breasts on display.

A man had never seen you before, you’d never been looked at with such hungry adoration. His hands were rough and firm squeezing every part of you he could, leaving marks and a trial of destruction over your skin. It was too much and not anywhere near enough at the same time. You pushed him down onto the bed and he flipped you onto your back.

He made quick work of your panites patience suddenly lost. Then you were naked, looking up at your husband still dressed. His eyes dragging over every curve of your body, just before the need to apologize set in his hands were roaming over your legs. Squeezing and massaging he made his way all over your body, learning every curve.

“Fuck you are somthing else, love.” He said just before removing his hands from you. His look of disbelief and desire doing further damage to whatever was straining inside you. He quickly started to undress and you laid back and enjoyed the show. From various make out sessions you were aware that he was well built. But still you absorbed the new sights, tattoos and ripples of well defined muscles. Tommy was a businessman now, but his body was that of a fighter.

Now you were both naked. A wetness anyone would be ashamed of had made its home between your legs, and you wondered how on earth he was going to fit anywhere inside your body.

There wasn't any time to feel worried as he suddenly pulled your legs apart. You screwed your eyes shut with a general idea of what was about to go down. His hands dragged down your legs and his fingers grazed over your wet folds. You gasped and then felt him explore you, his fingers seeming to have an expertise that left you breathing heavily, body tensed up and aching. This wasn't what you were expecting. You thought he’d just have his way with you, but he had you a shouting mess without even moving inside you.

A whole new type of stronger sensation had you looking down, only to find his face buried between your legs. Your back arched as the sensation built, suddenly you felt a finger push inside you. You couldn't contain yourself anymore, the shock of the position wore off and your hips bucked into his face earning you a slap on the ass.

“Fuck!” You shouted followed by a bunch of strangled noises. All the sensations where heavy in your body, and you felt yourself stretch farther.

“Tommy I can’t - just FUCK - DONT STOP - fuck fuck FUCK” Your whole body spasmed and your thighs cramped around his head. Pleasure swallowed you whole and radiated through every part of your body. You finally relaxed, your whole body limp in a way that it never had been before. Like it didnt know what stress was.

You finally understood what the big fucking deal was. If you’d known that something like that was possible you’d had been all over it. And now it was yours whenever you bloody wanted it.

You realised you hadn't even done it yet. Tommy was laying next to you with his hand laying on your stomach. You rolled over to him and started kissing him feverishly. You needed him even worse now after that.

“Mmph Don't have to rush love” You just kissed him harder, he landed a heavy smack on your left ass cheek.

“Fuck thats nice.” You breathed. You didn't understand why it felt good, but it was nice enough to not question. Tommy only chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Be good and let me take my time with this next part, alright? Be good and I’ll make it worth it.”

“What happens if I’m bad?” Another heavy smak landed on your ass causing you to moan. “Yeah if that's the punishment it's never going to happen.”

“Look at me” You looked into his hungry eyes, he squeezed your jaw preventing you from making a move. “Just tell me to stop then? Eh, If you don't like it just tell me to stop.” He was serious so you didn't push him with anything coy even though you wanted to.

“I will,” You whispered. Then he flipped you both over and things picked up the pace finally. His cock ran through your folds and you couldn't help but reach your hand down to wrap around him. He was thick and heavy, your fingers ran over his throbbing veins. You tightened your grip running your hand over him spreading your wetness along him, he let out an impressive growel into your neck. After a few pumps you couldn't handle his reaction anymore, you needed him inside you.

You lined him up with your opening and bucked your hips slightly but his grip on your hips prevented you from moving, you let out a frustrated sound in response. He retaliated by biting your neck.

“Fuck Tommy please. Just fuck me, PLEASE”

“That what you want, eh?” He pushed into you the slightest bit causing pain and pleasure to race through you. His fingers came back down between you causing you to scream.

“Please fuuuuck i’ll do anything” You begged. This seemed to do the trick as he then pushed all the way into you. You let out a small scream, it hurt so bad, but felt so good at the same time.

He moved slowly giving you lots of room to call it for the night.

“That’s it love, so good for me.” He pushed back inside you again. “So fucking good taking all of me like that.” Tears stung your eyes, as the intimacy and pleasure tangled together making a home in the pit of your stomach. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He wanted you. He wanted this. And God this was heaven.

He wanted to go slow but you thought it would actually kill you to stay at this pace. Your legs wrapped around him trying to push him on, bring him in closer. All it got you was a better angle and the need for more tripled.

“Tommy please - i - i need more - fuck” You said thick with frusteraton and need.

“Need more of what?” He asked innocently kissing down your neck.

“Your cock. Jesus fuck, if you dont fuck me proper I’ll die. I swear it, just fuck me.” Getting what he wanted he moved slightly and started to thrust into you hard and fast.

“FUCK!” You choked. Your hips moved up to meet every one of his thrusts, your body absolutely desperate for him.

“Such a filthy mouth on you.”

You never swore and you certainly never begged for anything, but now you couldn't stop.

“Fuck I dont care. Fuck me, Jesus, I dont want anything other than your cock. Fuck everything else. I want just this. I want you - like - this - Agh - Fuck me like a good slut.” His hand came up and cradled your neck causing you to let out a whimper. You were so far gone from your normal self. You don't know what brought you here but you never wanted to leave. You pushed his fingers closed and he gave your neck a light squeeze.

“Jesus Christ woman.” He breathed while he tightened his grip. It should feel scary, you’d seen him kill people with these hands once before.

But when they were gripping your hips and wrapped around your neck they brought a heavy feeling of possessiveness. You wanted him hard like this, you wanted to push him around only to be held down like this.

It was violent, but it was holy.

He let go of your hip to touch your clit again causing you to scream out. Tears started to fall along your flushed cheeks.

“Tommy - I need - fuck - arhhh - dont stop!” You screamed out as it hit you worse than last time. His hand was tight on your neck as he fucked through your contracting walls. Forcing himself deep inside you as your body pulsed around him. He let go of your neck and the blood rushed to your head making the waves of pleasure hit harder. You felt like you were drowning under his strong body. You felt him finish deep inside you, filling you up, his body taught with satisfaction. He dropped his head to your shoulder and you ran your fingers through his hair hoping you hadn't hurt him by pulling it.

“Wow” You breathed. “I can see what all the fuss is about.” Tommy laughed again.

“Where did you learn about all that, eh?” He pulled out of you and lay on his back next to you. You quickly adjusted, tucking yourself against him hating the thought of any sort of distance. You scrunched up your face.

“Polly just told me to do what felt good for me, and to not overthink it. Is it not normally like that? No one really gave me any insight other than what needs to go where to make a baby, and I was too shy to bother you with it.”

“It was perfect.” He smiled at you. “You're perfect.”

That was just the start to a long night. Lots of positions tried, and you shouted things that you were sure placed you in the center ring of hell. But that was a relief in its own way, it's not like Tommy was going anywhere else, and you weren't going anywhere away from your husband.

You lay there in the early morning, enjoying waking up to Tommy’s sleeping body holding yours tightly. He was so tired most days, you didn't risk moving and waking him. Thinking over everything, remembering his touch and his mouth. You thought about how much you enjoyed him being in charge, but also how your body commanded pleasure when you were on top too. You felt a certain power in your body as it was a lot more durable and stronger than you’d thought. You moved on top of him for what felt like forever, his hands had no doubt left bruises on your hips and ass. Your breasts were sore, all of you was sore, but somehow you felt nothing but bliss.

Once he woke up you tried to stand up to get to the toilet. You whole body all but refused to cooperate, legs shaking. Tommy gave you a proud smirk before lifting you up into his arms. He placed you onto the toilet. He gave you a moment's privacy before coming back to check on you. You looked like you’d survived a long fall, there were marks and bruises all over you, hair a complete mess.. His eyes looked you over and you noted the worry in his eyes overshaddowing the desire. You got up on your toes to kiss him before he could ask, which lead to him fucking you agaisnt the sink.

It was the most free you had ever felt. Both of you at the cabin with no distractions or people around. Every meal was interrupted by desperate wandering hands. You fucked everywhere, kichen table, the floor, against the dressers, in the shower…

You’d originally picked this cabin as it was right on the sea. You imagined picnics on the beach, bird watching, long walks. But you hadn’t even put on proper clothes let alone taken a single step outside. You enjoyed the ocean view from the balcony, but that only lasted so long before you were busy again, cold wind brushing against your bodies.

You spent the whole time tangled up in eachother. On the last night you felt something strange between the two of you. A heaviness deep inside, you figured it was just your body adjusting to finding a home in someone.

_____

You settled the new house in, not that there was a lot to do with a whole army of maids running around. Things were falling into place, and you were excited to see the family again finally.

Polly gave you a look the second she saw you. She gave you a big hug, then held you at arm's length searching your eyes for a moment. The action confused you but before you could ask, Esme interrupted.

“Fuck sakes it’s not even been a month yet.” Your brows knitted together, but Polly’s eyes got slightly glassy.

“Pregnant.” She said and the room stopped briefly. Everyone was silent till she hugged you again. Esme pulled you into a tight hug right after.

“Good lord man, do you let her sleep? ” She smacked you on the ass. You let out a laugh, and you found Tommy looking just as happy as John started to take the piss.

The whole family was loud and crude but you held his eyes for a moment tuning it all out.

He was happy, smiling and laughing. Your heart was going to explode.

You listened to them all dig into him about being a savage, but Polly gave you a wink.

_____

Philip Charlie Shelby was born, and the whole world flipped upside down. Motherhood was hard, but your husband helped you every chance he got. He was a good father, and a good partner. Lots of time was spent out in the stables caring for horses and teaching the little bundle about the various plants and about the world.

And somehow, despite the nonsense of a world inching closer to war, and the never ending business that radiated off of children and big families, there was always time for him to hold you down at the end of the night and give you what you wanted.

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