#coco will not shut up about this one

[c0smiccom3t]

Coco, my best friend,, coco my comfort character,, baby me would've loved you !!

[pixieacoco]

@anon asked: what would you do if the person you loved was in love with another? Unprompted

“What sort of bullshit question is this? I’d support them, duh. What? Did you really think I was so self absorbed that I’d just ditch the person I love all because they don’t love me back? Fuck that. I love that person and my love means no take backsies, no backing out, no abandoning them, ever. If they die I’ll find a way to bring them back to life, if they disappear I’ll hunt to the ends of every universe for them, if they love someone else, I’ll support them. It’s their life and their happiness after all. They don’t need to love me back just cause I love them. My love is enough for both of us. They just need to be happy with their choice. The choices and their happiness of those I love mean more to me then anything else in this bullshit world. So I’m gonna do my damnedest to make sure they get that happiness! It’s a fairy princesses job to make sure their princes and princesses get their happily ever afters, after all.”

[wherefore-whinnies]

he is SO DUMB i love him SO MUCH

[uluvjay]

Spiked hot coco- L. Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x fem! Teammate reader

In which someone spikes the hot coco at the Mercedes Christmas party and it leads you and Lewis to a supply closet

Warnings? SMUT, penetrative sex(p in v), unprotected sex(a big no no), fingering, sex in a closet, pet names, dirty talk, slight intoxication, consumed alcohol, I know Lewis doesn’t drink but for the sake of the fic plz act like he does, sorry for any errors

Day 9 of my ficmas celebration!

“Whew!” You coughed as the alcohol taste met the back of your throat.

“What?” Lewis questioned as he poured his own cup of hot chocolate.

“Someone had some fun with the hot coco.” You laughed as his face twisted up at the taste.

“Damn” he coughed attempting to clear the burn from his throat.

“What’s happening over here.” You heard a thick Austrian accent question before arms were placed over both your and Lewis’s shoulders.

“Someone spiked the coco.” You laughed looking up at your team principal.

“Oh yes! It’s good isn’t it.” He smiled

“it was you?” Lewis laughed pointing at the tall man.

“Yes, it’s a tradition we do back home. Figured it would help loosen some people up after this season.” He shrugged before walking off to see his wife.

“I can’t with him.” You laughed with a shake of your head.

Lewis nodded in agreement as he looked down at you, you wore a small red dress that hugged you in all the right places, truly leaving nothing to the imagination.

You looked up feeling his dark eyes on you, a blush coating your cheeks when you realized he had been checking you out.

You coughed lightly breaking his trance and he offered you an awkward smile before he took off across the room to go bother one of the engineers.

The two of you didn’t come into contact for the rest of the evening but that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his stare on you from across the room, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t watching him as well.

Finishing your third spiked hot chocolate you excused yourself from your conversation with Susie and Toto before heading down a hall towards the bathroom.

You could hear a pair of feet following you and while you knew you should be worried something inside you was telling to not be. And just as you were about to pass one of the supply closets you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you into it.

“What the fuck.” You grumbled turning around to find Lewis once the door had shut. “Lewis! What the hell are we doing in here!?” You scolded once his large body was facing you.

“I needed to get you alone” he whispered, body stepping closer to yours, pushing you closer and closer to the concrete wall.

“Lewis we can’t do this, not again.” You reminded him as his arms caged you in, his expensive cologne mixed with the light sent of alcohol filling your senses.

“Why not baby?” He spoke lowly, one of his tatted fingers reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

You blamed the butterflies that filled your stomach at the sound of the pet name on the alcohol, but deep down you knew it took a lot more then three drinks to get you drunk.

“B-because, we’re teammates Lewis-it could mess the dynamic up.”

“The last time didn’t mess anything up though.” He pouted, hands moving down to hold your waist.

You cursed in your head as goosebumps appeared due to his touch, “But a second time could, plus you know what Toto said.” You spoke, looking into his deep eyes.

“What Toto doesn’t know won’t hurt him” he smirked, head dipping down to place kisses along your neck.

A gasp came from your throat at the feeling of his lips on you, your body immediately melting under the feeling of his lips on your sensitive skin.

His teeth lightly nipped at the skin, his tongue running over the spot before a kiss was placed there.

“Lewis.” You whimpered, a hand tangling into his freshly done braids.

“Hmm?” He spoke, lips still working all around your neck.

You pulled him from his spot to look at you, “if we’re going to do this we have to be quick.” You whimpered.

A smile covered his face at your words and soon his hands were on the backs of your thighs as he hoisted you up and wrapped your long legs around his waist.

“You sure this is okay?” He asked quickly before you two went any further.

“Completely sure.” You mumbled, allowing all your self control to slip out the window as you slammed your lips against his.

They were just as soft and luscious as last time, fitting perfectly against yours as you two moved in sync. One of his hands slipping below the skirt of your dress to play with your panties while your hands held tightly onto the back of his neck.

“So wet for me.” He groaned, his thick fingers running through your folds.

“All for you.” You cried as one of his fingers pushed inside you.

He pumped his finger for a moment before allowing another to join, scissoring them at a fast pace pulling whine after while from your throat.

“Gotta get you ready for me baby, it’s been awhile” he whispered into your ear, teeth lightly nipping the skin before he pulled away.

His movements started to get messier and faster, the sounds of your whimpers filling the tiny closet and right as he felt your cunt hugging his fingers he pulled them away, a whine of disappointment falling from you at the feeling of emptiness and denied orgasm.

“Shh, baby.” He cooed, using his hand that wasn’t holding your tiny waist to undo his pants and push his hovers down just enough for his thick cock to spring out.

Your body shuddered at the feeling of his tip running up and down your folds, a deep whine echoing in the room as he pushed in side.

He groaned into your neck as he bottomed out, his large hands digging into your hips as the your warm walls welcomed him in.

“Fuck Lewis.” You cried as you felt his tip press right against the sensitive spot inside you.

“So tight honey.” He groaned.

He leaned back to watch your face as his hips pulled back slowly before thrusting hard into you, his hips meeting the skin of your thighs as your soft cries begin to fill the tiny closet.

Lewis rolled up the skirt of your dress allowing him to watch where you two connected, a growl escaping from his throat at the sight of his cock coming out shiner and shiner after each thrust.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He praised, smirking at the whine that came from you at his words.

“Lewis.” You cried the man’s name pathetically as you began to feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Getting close honey? I can feel you hugging me so tight.” He spoke.

“Mhm, fuck! So good Lew.” You cried as his thumb came to rub slow teasing circles around your clit.

“Yeah? Who fucks you this good darling? Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours! All yours Lewis-belongs to you.” You sobbed as your legs began to shake and the heat of your climax spread through your body.

Lewis pressed his lips to yours in a nasty kiss to silence your scream, your nails digging crescent moons into his neck from how hard you gripped the skin.

“Fuck honey, gonna cum.” He groaned, hands tightening even tighter around your waist.

“Come on Lewis, come for me baby.” You whispered in his ear, tongue running along his lobe.

Your name escaped his throat in a deep moan as he spilled inside you, his thrusts stilling as he filled you to the absolute brim.

You two stayed like that for a moment, your nails tracing the back of his neck while his lips left light kisses to your neck.

Finally when he could feel your releases running down his semi-hard cock did he pull out, setting you on shaky legs as he tucked himself away.

He did his best to help you look presentable, brushing his fingers through your hair and wiping away the few tears that had fallen from your eyes.

The closet was quiet but not awkward, you both knew you shouldn’t have done it again but you couldn’t help it.

“Uh-we should probably go back out, Toto is probably looking for us.” You spoke first and the way his face fell had your heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He coughed as he hastily turned to open to door but your hand on his wrist stopped him.

Turning to face you he was met with a shy smile, despite having just fucked you for the second time. “Dinner at my place tomorrow? Be there at five and bring Roscoe.” You smiled, leaning up to place at sweet kiss to his cheek and leaving the room before him.

Butterflies filled the man’s stomach as he watched you walk away, he wasn’t sure how this would work out between the two of you but he was glad you were trying to make it work.

-



[girlgenius1111]

crumbling under pressure

part 4 of adrenaline junkie

barça x reader

r continues to struggle in Alexia's absence. Alexia worries over how she's going to get r to realize she needs, and deserves, help.

-----

You don't sleep a wink that night. Even though Lucy sleeps downstairs on the couch, and even though you sneak into Alexia's empty bed halfway through the night, you can't get yourself to fall asleep. Every time you get close, your body jerks back awake, terrified of what horrors await it once your eyes shut. You don't feel safe enough to fall asleep, and there isn't much you can do about that. You aren't really even that upset, because Alexia would be back the next day, and really, was having another nightmare while she was gone something you really wanted to deal with?

You weren't stupid, and you knew that this wasn't sustainable. Something would have to change, likely once Alexia returned home, and although you were pretty sure it would be something you didn't want, like therapy or sleeping pills, the relief that someone would just fix it for you was hard to ignore.

And then, the next day, Lucy looked at you, when you came down the stairs, slowly, as your ribs were extra sore from yesterdays incident, with a strange expression on her face. Lucy only looked like that when something was wrong. She'd looked at you like that when she'd needed knee surgery last year, when Keira had gone down at the world cup. It was the look you saw on her face in the hospital when you woke.

It made your heart fall out of your chest, that look. You hated it, and you hated whatever Lucy was about to say.

"What?" You asked, voice already shaking.

"It's not that big of a deal," Lucy prefaced. It didn't make you feel much better. "There's some snow storm in Sweden, so the team can't get back until tomorrow."

Lucy assumed you would relax. It wasn't that big of a deal, really. No one was hurt, or dead. She hadn't considered just how much you'd been relying on Alexia the past few days, though, not until you visibly crumpled at her words. It made sense; Alexia was providing you stability in a time where your whole life felt like it had turned upside down. Stability was never something you'd had much of in your life, and Lucy hadn't realized how much you'd needed it until this moment. Being injured was never easy, but pair that with a near death experience? It was a miracle you'd let Alexia leave the country in the first place.

"Oh. Okay. That's cool." You said lamely, although your body language told an entirely different story.

"Alexia says she's really sorry, and that you can call her whenever you want. And I'll stay, of course."

"No, Luce, you have to go home." You frowned, shaking your head.

"No, I don't." Lucy said stubbornly.

"Have you forgotten the existence of Narla and Coco?"

"They're both away for training. They've been having some... behavioral issues."

"What did Narla do?" You smirk.

"Nothing! The fight wasn't her fault. Coco is always getting her all riled up. And don't change the subject! I'm staying here until Alexia gets back, whether you like it or not."

"I don't like it. I'm fine."

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to poke you in the rib really hard, and see how fine you are then!" Lucy said, stepping menacingly towards you.

Your eyes widened and you threw your good arm up in the air in surrender. "Damn, Lucy. When did you get so strict?"

"Stop deflecting! You're upset, and I'm staying. That's final."

"You sound like Leah," you mumble, but turn and retreat back to your room without further argument. What was another night with no sleep?

-----

Stupid Sweden. Stupid snow. You're going on 48 hours with no sleep, and it's clearly catching up with you. Alexia should be back from the airport in the next few minutes, finally. You feel like you're going crazy, like your brain isn't functioning correctly.

The dogs had returned from their little vacation, and you'd convinced Lucy to go home, even though she'd wanted to wait until Alexia got back. You weren't eager for them to talk, and for Lucy to tell Alexia just how poorly you'd been doing, so you were glad when Lucy begrudgingly left a few hours before your captain was due back.

What you didn't know, though, was that Lucy had clued Alexia in to the problem at hand earlier when she'd insisted you take a walk around the block and get some fresh air.

-----

"Hola Capi," Lucy said, hearing her teammates chattering in the background. They were at the airport, waiting to board their plane.

"Hi Lucia. How is she?" Alexia asked. She'd been feeling horrifically guilty that she'd had to be gone another night, as had the rest of the team. They'd all wanted to check up on you, having barely seen you since the accident. You didn't not want to see them, per say , it just seemed overwhelming, and Alexia had been limiting your visitors.

"She's... okay." Lucy said, not really sure that she wanted to worry the midfielder when she was already going to be home as soon as she could.

"That was not reassuring, Lucia. What have you done to my kid?" Alexia said, elbowing Mapi next to her when the defender laughed at the way Alexia was referring to you.

"I haven't done anything!" Lucy said indignantly. Alexia was silent, and Lucy could picture the look on her face, brows furrowed slightly, waiting for Lucy to just get out with it. "I don't think she slept last night. Or the night before." She admitted.

"At all?" Alexia frowned. This was completely unlike you; you loved to sleep. A lot. So much that it was almost an issue. She knew you'd been having nightmares, but she didn't think they'd impede your ability to sleep completely.

"I don't think so. I checked on her, and she acted like she was asleep, but she's practically catatonic today, and she looks exhausted. I don't think she's going to sleep until you're back, honestly."

"Fuck. Okay. Thank you for staying with her, Luce, I appreciate it."

"Anytime. She was England's kid first." Lucy reminded her, prompting a laugh from the Spaniard.

"Well, you can have the most stubborn girl in the world back anytime."

"I don't think she'll be interested, she's pretty attached to you." Alexia felt a wave of guilt wash over her at her teammates words. She shouldn't have left you. Your whole life, no one had bothered to stick around long enough to make sure you were okay, and she'd basically done that to you. She hung up with Lucy, spending the rest of the trip back silently worrying about you.

-----

You were trying to fold laundry when Alexia arrived home, sat on the couch, doing your best to keep things neat with one arm in a sling. The door banged open, in the way it always did when Alexia arrived home with a suitcase. You watched her walk in, eyes immediately scanning the room for you. You rose, tossing aside the t-shirt of hers you'd been [trying] to fold.

"Pequeña," she said, dropping her bag to pull you into a gentle hug.

"Hi Ale," you said, words muffled against her sweatshirt. She pulled back after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at your face.

"You look awful."

"Thank you. I'm so glad you're home, you always know just what to say." You said sarcastically.

Alexia rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you look like you haven't slept since I've been gone." She accused, doing her best not to sound upset; worry had the tendency to do that to her, making her sound frustrated when really, she was only concerned.

You shrugged, pulling away to allow her to walk fully into the house.

"Lucy told me you didn't sleep, so don't even try to pretend. And why are you folding laundry? You're supposed to be resting." Alexia scolded, and your face grew tense.

"I slept fine," you snapped, pissed at Lucy for telling, at Alexia for leaving, and at yourself, for being so pathetic that you couldn't sleep without Alexia there to make you feel safe. "Sorry I folded, I was just trying to be helpful. I'll stop doing that from now on, and just lay, motionless, for the rest of my fucking life."

Your voice had raised into a shout, and Alexia froze, blinking at you in surprise. Not really at your anger, because you were... rather known for your outbursts; it was expected, you were still growing. No, she was surprised at the pure hatred in your voice, seemingly directed towards yourself.

"Go upstairs, go lay down. I'll be there after I shower." Alexia said gently, not acknowledging the shouting at all. This only seemed to make you more upset.

"I'm fine. I don't need to lay down," you scowled, the words hurled viciously at the woman in front of you.

"Go lay down." Alexia repeated, still pretending that you weren't shouting at her. With a loud huff, you stormed off towards the stairs, taking the time to shove over a pile of clothes you'd folded. You stomped up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door impressively loudly behind you.

You were exhausted, she could tell. And, very obviously, having a hard time. A harder time than even she had thought, and certainly one harder than you'd ever admit. You needed help, the thought was only reinforced in her head.

She pulled out her phone, texting Mapi quickly, asking her for the name of the psychologist she saw. Mapi loved the woman, and had off handedly suggested that Alexia get you an appointment with her. The blonde appreciated the gesture, knowing that Mapi would divulge such personal information only to help you, really.

Alexia decided to let you cool down, bringing her bag to her room and getting ready to shower. She saw the sheets on the bed crumpled, in a way she hadn't left them, and realized you must have tried to sleep here at some point. Her heart felt like it was cracking in two at the realization.

-----

You'd calmed down significantly since storming out of the room, now sitting on your bed, watching a movie on the TV on the dresser. Your concussion was much improved, and you were allowed more screen time now, so you weren't completely bored.

You were so tired, deep in the core of your being, just completely and entirely exhausted, but your eyes wouldn't shut, even with Alexia back in the house. You were beginning to think you might never sleep again when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Alexia called from the hallway.

"Yeah."

She opened the door, and entered the room. You kept your eyes on the screen, feeling more than a little embarrassed about your outburst before. You were supposed to be an adult.

Alexia was undeterred, though, sliding onto the bed next to you. You were only under a throw blanket, and she tugged on the side of it, until you lifted the edge allowing her to scoot under. You both leaned back up against the cushy headboard, watching an episode of Love Island in silence.

"Sorry for yelling." You said finally, eyes still trained on the screen, even as you felt Alexia turn to look down at you.

"It's alright, pequeña. I'm more worried about you not sleeping."

You don't deny it this time. Alexia takes the remote from where you'd discarded it on the bed, turning the TV off. Only then do you bring your eyes up to meet hers.

"What's going on?" Alexia prompted you.

"I don't know. I had that nightmare, and I called you. And I tried to sleep after that, but I couldn't, my body wouldn't let me fall asleep."

Alexia studied you, and you knew what she was looking at; bloodshot eyes, dark bags under your eyes, slightly groggy expression on your face.

"How can I get you to sleep?" She asks finally.

You look away from her, and she knows you have an answer, but you're too embarrassed to say it. She nudges you with her leg, poking your shin with her foot until you look at her, slightly annoyed.

"Can you stay?" You ask her, eyes fixed on your hands fidgeting with each other.

"Of course I can." Alexia says, relieved that you've finally stated what will help. You don't detect any annoyance or hesitancy in her face so you scoot closer, until the side of you is pressed up against her, and only then do feel your eyes finally sliding shut.

You fall asleep insanely quickly, breathing evening out before Alexia had time to grab her phone and look at the text she got back from Mapi. It contained a name, and an offer, one that Alexia felt she was likely to take.

-----

Mapi hadn't wanted to start therapy, not at all. But, like most positive changes that had occurred in her life, Ingrid had talked her into it. Now, she wasn't sure she would have made it through the past year without it. Alexia had, much to her mother's annoyance, never really considered therapy as an option. It wasn't the healthiest choice, but it was a choice she'd made. And this was precisely why she figured Mapi would be better to talk to you about going than she was.

It was clear you needed it, desperately. Though you'd slept for almost 14 hours uninterrupted the day she'd arrived home from Sweden, you weren't really doing any better.

You knew Alexia was up to something when she announced she was going to get coffee, and didn't try to force you to come. Your suspicion was only reinforced when she casually mentioned that Mapi might stop by while she was gone. You had no choice but to sit, and wait for whatever ghastly intervention was headed your way.

You were surprised, though, when you opened the door to both Mapi and Ingrid standing on the front porch. You hadn't been expecting the Norwegian, and it wasn't that you were upset, it was just... not what you expected. She held out the iced coffee in her hands as a peace offering, though, which you accepted gratefully, gesturing them inside.

"So, where's your prison guard?" Mapi joked. Alexia had been weird about you leaving the house since the accident; you're sure it's mostly because she wants your rather battered body to recover, and only partly because she can keep a close eye on you when you're at home.

"Oh, give it up, Mapi. I know whatever is happening here was planned by both of you. And possibly you." You say, nodding towards Ingrid. Mapi had the decency to look slightly guilty, but Ingrid's face was unreadable, as usual.

They took seats in the matching armchairs, while you sat on the couch, looking at them expectantly.

"Ale is really worried about you," Mapi started.

"No, really?!" You gasped sarcastically. Mapi didn't look like she appreciated it, but you thought you saw the hint of a smile on Ingrid's lips.

"You don't seem to be doing too well, pequeña. And that's completely understandable. It would make sense if you needed some help."

"I'm fine. I just need everything to heal, and once I get back in training and back on the pitch, I'll be good." Though the change in your routine wasn't really making you feel great, your problems went much deeper than that, and your older teammates knew it.

"You and I both know that isn't the problem, elskling." Ingrid said seriously.

"What do you think the problem is then, Ingrid. Please, tell me, because I have no idea what everyone thinks-"

"Stop lashing out at everyone that is trying to help you," Ingrid interrupted. "The problem is that you can't sleep without Alexia here, you're have horrible nightmares, Alexia said you've been avoiding going in the car at all costs, and you told Leah you never want to ride a bike again, which is so unlike you, y/n. You're too stubborn to stop doing something because the people around you think it's too dangerous. You're terrified, all the time, and you don't have to be. You deserve help, you deserve to move on from this, instead of pushing everything and everyone away when. Forcing yourself not to feel it isn't going to help. It's just going to make things worse when it all catches up to you, which it will."

No one had dared to speak to you so bluntly since the accident, afraid you would crumble under the slightest amount of pressure. And for a minute, Ingrid was worried you would. She and Mapi watched as several different emotions played across your face. Anger was there, first, but it was fleeting. You looked defensive, then, opening up your mouth to presumably tell Ingrid she was wrong. Nothing came out though, and suddenly you just looked... sad. Defeated.

You slouched back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling, struggling to put into words what you were feeling. You looked so upset, both of them would have done anything to fix it, to take away the sling, and the bandages encasing your arm. The way you held your upper body so carefully, always conscious of your ribs. The way you could only wear shorts, leaving the large scrape on the side of your leg exposed for everyone to see, which they knew you hated. All of it, any of it, they just wanted to help, wanted you to let them help.

"I don't know what to do," you said finally, voice breaking on the last word. "I'm so scared. All the time. I've never felt like this before, and I just want it to stop, I don't understand why it won't stop."

"You don't have to try to fix it yourself, pequeña," Mapi said softly. Your head snapped up to look at her, a desperate look on your face.

"I do. I can't ask any more of Alexia, of you guys, of anyone. It's all already too much. I have to fix this myself, I have to." You insisted.

"I think Alexia would sell her Ballon d'Or if it meant you would feel okay. There isn't a limit to how much we want to help you, pequeña. You don't need to hide your feelings away because you don't want to be too much. There's no such thing as too much, not for us. Not when it's you. You're worth it all, kid."

"Why?" You asked, so quietly both girls almost missed it.

"Why? Why what?" Mapi repeated, confused.

"Why do you guys care so much?" You looked between her and Ingrid, wanting to cry at the way they looked at you, as if they were baffled that you didn't know why, that you didn't understand. You didn't though, and you were worried you might not ever get it, might never think you were worth all this.

Mapi looked to Ingrid, not sure herself what to say, but imagining that Ingrid could probably come up with something better.

"Because it's you. We care about you, we love you. You're an incredible footballer, but you aren't cocky. You know how to make everyone laugh, but you also always know when someone has a bad day, and needs something different. You're protective over your teammates, even though you're younger and shorter than most of them. You give good hugs, and you make the best chocolate chip cookies. You round out the team so perfectly."

Ingrid paused, watching to see if what she's saying is really getting through. She thinks it is, because suddenly, you're looking everywhere but at her, chewing hard on your bottom lip.

"You're a good person. Of course we care about you. How could we not?" Ingrid finishes. If her goal was to make you cry, it was working. You hid your face in your one good hand, shoulders shaking lightly. You hadn't really realized how much attention everyone paid to you. How much your presence on the team was noticed. You were so used to being invisible, no matter what you did, pushed to the side, that you often forgot; that didn't happen here. Your teammates had never, and would never, treat you like that.

Ingrid and Mapi moved forward on instinct, sitting on either side of you, and squishing you in between them. The front door opened just as they did so, and they looked up at each other, over your trembling body, exchanging a look of slight terror. Alexia was home, you were crying, and she was probably going to kill them. Once she made sure you were okay, of course.

"What did you DO?" The blonde hissed, putting her coffee down in the entryway, not even bothering to take her shoes off as she rushed forward, flicking Mapi and Ingrid each on the side of the head, before crouching down in front of you.

"Pequeña?" She asked gently, in the tone that she reserved only for you. You didn't respond, only shaking your head slightly. "You broke her," Alexia accused, glaring at the girls on either side of you.

"We did not!" Mapi yelped. "We're fixing her, this is part of the process." Now it was Ingrid's turn to flick Mapi, looking quite exasperated with her girlfriend. You mumbled something, but it was too muffled for anyone to understand.

"Say that again?" Ingrid asked, her hand resting comfortingly on your back.

"I don't know what to do, can you tell me what to do?" You finally emerged from where you'd hidden behind your hand, eyes red and swollen. "I don't want to feel like this anymore."

Alexia was somewhat lost, but Ingrid and Mapi were pretty sure that you were asking for help, finally asking for help. You didn't want to be scared anymore, and you were ready to let them try to help you fix it.

"Here's what you're going to do," Mapi said, suddenly serious and determined. "You're going to go to therapy. And it might be hard at first, but it's going to help, I promise. You're going to do your injury rehab program with the club, and get back on the pitch. You're going to drive again, and not be scared. And you're going to get another damn motorcycle, if thats what you want, because they're really cool, and the accident had nothing to do with you being on there."

Alexia had started off agreeing with Mapi, and quickly found herself frantically shaking her head at the other girl.

"Yes, Ale, she's going to get another motorcycle if she wants. She's an adult. It's time you treated her like one. If she's going to be able to trust herself, and feel safe again, she has to feel like you trust her to. Do you?" Mapi was never this stern, never this assertive. What she was saying made sense though, and all eyes were on Alexia now.

"Of course I trust you. I've never not trusted you, nena. I worry, yes, but I trust you." She held your gaze, and you nodded after a minute.

"Therapy. Rehab with the club. Get back on the pitch. Drive. Motorcycle?" You asked, greatly simplifying the process.

Alexia took a deep breath. "Yes, if you want. If you give therapy your best shot, then I won't throw a tantrum over the motorcycle."

"It's very mature of you to realize it's a tantrum, Ale." You said, cracking the first smile they'd seen from you in a while.

"If y/n can get another motorcycle-" Mapi began hopefully.

"No. I'll break up with you." Ingrid cut in, and her girlfriend scowled.

"You'll let me ride your new one, won't you?" She asked, nudging your knee with hers.

"I don't know if I can get on one. Ever again. I don't think that's something therapy will be able to fix." You replied, and the mood of the room turned serious once again.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? You're only going to do what you're comfortable with." Alexia said reassuringly, very obviously relieved.

"You think it will help? Therapy?" You asked, turning to Mapi.

"I do. I really do." She promised.

"Fine. I'll try." You said finally.

The girls were all smiles, and the conversation turned to easier, more fun things after that. It was easy with them, comfortable to fall back into jokes and laughter, even after such a heavy conversation. It was what you imagined it must be like for people to be able to depend on their families. Going to them with anything, no matter what the problem was, easily slipping back and forth between light and fun, and heavy and serious. You wondered briefly when you'd started to think of your team as your family.

The when didn't really matter very much, you decided. You had a family, had a support system. If they were there, you were sure you could figure everything out. Even if it was hard. It didn't seem like they were going anywhere.

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[abilouwrites]

HOCKEY PLAYER ❤️ CANT SKATE FOR SHIT

Trevor Zegras

“Trev this feels like such a bad idea” I whine softly as he gently ties the skates onto my feet. Making sure that my fuzzy socks aren’t tucked under eat the skates. He gently rubs my knee and pulls at my leggings to get me to stand, “if I fall you can’t laugh at me” I instruct as he lets me hold onto his biceps for support.

“I would never, I would make a tik tok first then make sure you’re alright” He replies as he backs out onto the little ice rink he’d made in my parents backyard. He’s confidently backing up and sliding backwards onto the ice as my knees buckle and I dig my fingers into his baggy hoodie. We’re matching; somewhat me with my leggings and one of his Ducks hoodie and he’s in black sweats and he’s in a hoodie that has my collage logo on it.

“You’re evil, you know that right?” I admit as he brings me out to the center of the rink. I’m wobbly like a newborn deer while he’s confident and certain that he can teach me to skate, “nononono where are you going?” I rapidly ask as he starts backing away from me; dropping my hands and leaving me.

“Come’ere” He grins at me and my misery, patting his thighs like I’m a dog and will come running to him at his call, “it’s like walking”

“Says the guy who plays in the NHL” I complain; sticking my arms out for balance as I slowly glide towards him, “oh my god oh my god” I gasp out as I walk along the ice.

“Look at you!” He laughs and smiles; cackling even more as I trip and grab onto him and drag him down after catching myself on the ice, “ouh!” He grunts put, dramatically flopping down and as I try to stand and he drags me down with him.

“Trev!” I gasp out; clutching my chest for air as I act winded to mock him.

He smiles and slowly gets back up then helping me up, “hold my hand really tight. Ok?” He instructs gripping onto my hands

“What are you doing” I inquire gripping on as tight as I can, “TREVOR ZEGRAS” I shout out as he quickly starts sliding backwards, crossing his legs and gliding around the arena with ease, “Stop stop stop stop!” I cry out; shutting my eyes. He halts quickly and wraps his arm around my waist

“are you ok?” He asks, “what’s wrong sweetheart” his eyes fill with worry and anxiety as he brings me closer to him

“I’m ok, it was just really fast and the wind caught in my eyes” I exclaim, “I know we’ve only been skating for twenty minutes but I’m ready to go inside now” I express

“Ok, comon” he guides me back, slowly and reassuringly. He helps me take my skates off and we hurry into the shower.

There’s nothing sexual about this; simply two people in love washing eachothers hair and sharing sweet kisses under the hot rain of a shower.

We share soft kisses and he runs his fingers through my hair tugging at the knots and gently brushing through them.

The bathroom is steamy when we get out and we’re entangled in eachother; kisses and gentle groping. His hands wrapped around my waist and my arms wrapped around his neck.

He lets me get tucked into our bed as he goes downstairs and makes hot coco for the two of us, even though I won’t finish mine and he will. He never gets frustrated at that.

I’m so wholly addicted to him, the tv playing ‘Princess and the frog’ as his leg is tucked between mine and my leg is thrown over his thigh. We’re in this comfortable knot of limbs; his head resting against a pillow and his eyes slowly fluttering asleep as I run my fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.

He does this thing just as he falls asleep where he has this giant whole body twitch, at first it would catch me by surprise but as his legs shuffle and arms suddenly squeeze around me then relax he feels content and safe in my embrace.

I scoot a little closer to him and lay on my back; his head resting on my chest and he’s wrapped around me.

“I think I love you”

“I know”

[tswaney17]

I Do Bad Things with You - Part 49

It's here!!! The final part of this massive fic. 😭 I can't believe we're finally at the end. I'm still in shock that I get to close the door on this fic that has taken up the last three years of my life. I have so many emotions running through me right now. 🥺

The epilogue will be posted during @elriel-month in addition to a little surprise I'm so excited to share with you. Stay tuned!! 💜💙💚

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

This part also features descriptions of birth and complications from it.

Word Count: 7,225

Elain had spent a good portion of the late morning getting ready for the baby shower scheduled for noon. At just over eight months pregnant, they were cutting close to the wire of the twins’ arrival.

She was beyond exhausted. Growing the babies was work enough, but she ached everywhere at this point. Her boobs, her hips, her ankles. Her back…that hurt the worst. She looked like she swallowed two extra large watermelons. Elain hadn’t seen her feet in two and half months and she was praying that her toenails looked well enough for sandals today.

On top of her aching body, she also slept like shit the night before, having woken up in the wee hours with Braxton Hicks contractions that seemed to never want to go away. They were getting obnoxious at this point.

Oh! And her boobs had already started leaking. Aside from the contractions, Elain also woke up to a soaked sleep shirt and an attitude that poor Azriel was desperately trying to keep calm. She felt bad that her irritation got directed at him, but he took her mood swings in stride, giving her the space when she needed it, and focusing on taking care of Kaden and getting him ready for the party.

Her husband knocked lightly before entering their bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it when he saw her standing there in an ugly pair of panties and a strapless bra—which she had no idea how it was going to hold up her tits, but here they were. “Hello, my love. How are you doing?” he asked, striding further into their room. He was already dressed in black slacks and a white button-down rolled up to his elbows. It was one of her favorite looks on him. Casual but classy and sexy as hell.

“I’m all right. Better than this morning,” which was true. In the time she took to get ready, she felt her irritation slowly dissipate. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

He gifted her a soft smile he reserved only for her and their children. “El, you’re carrying two babies. You’re allowed to let out your frustrations. I’m here to spar if you need it, you know that.”

She knew he meant spar as in letting her yell and shout and hiss words until she felt better while he just took it. Gods, he really was the perfect husband. Elain held out her coco butter lotion towards him. “Do you mind rubbing this on me and helping me dress?”

Azriel took the bottle from her outstretched hands, dropping a sweet kiss on her plump lips before squirting some into his scarred palms and gently rubbing it all over her swollen stomach. He knelt before her, dutifully getting every inch of her covered. “You are so beautiful, Elain,” he murmured, kissing her at the fullest part of her belly.

She snorted. “I am a beached whale who ate too much.”

“You are a gorgeous woman carrying life inside of her womb. That will always be beautiful, sweetheart.”

How he always knew what to say was beyond her, but she tugged him up off the ground to kiss him thoroughly. It should’ve annoyed her with how just a few sweeps of Azriel’s tongue had every concern and irritation simply melt away. He knew when to play that card and fuck did he play it well.

But even his tongue couldn’t stop the hiss of pain as another contraction wracked her body.

He immediately pulled back at the sound, eyes scanning her face. “Are you all right?” he asked, concern etched into the tone.

She breathed through the wave that tightened in her abdomen. “Braxton Hicks contractions,” she said as an explanation.

 His brows shot into his hairline. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Elain reached up to cup his cheek in her palm, her thumb swiping over the stubble there. “No, it’s a normal thing this late in the pregnancy. I’ve had a few this morning starting before dawn. It’s why I was grouchy.”

Understanding lit his face and he carefully ran his hand down her stomach again. “Why didn’t you wake me this morning?”

She huffed a laugh. “Because I knew you’d go into full-birthing-dad-mode and neither one of us would’ve slept any longer.”

Azriel shot her an unamused glare. “You will be thanking me for that birthing-dad mode when you’re in labor and I have everything packed up within minutes.”

This time Elain laughed loud and joyfully. “Yes, you’re probably right.” She nodded to the dress on the bed. “Help me slip that on?”

He grabbed the fabric, bunching it in his large fists, and pulled it over her head. It was an off-the-shoulder, loose, pale pink cotton dress, decorated with roses. It looked vintage, gathering just under her bust, with oversized puffy sleeves that sat off her shoulders, over her biceps. Ruffles accentuated the bottom hem, emphasizing the vintage style. It was the perfect spring dress. When Elain first saw it at the store, she knew she had to buy it for the shower.

Azriel tugged her loose curls from the back of the dress, letting them brush against her spine. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder before grabbing the rose-pendant necklace he bought to go with the dress and draping it around her delicate neck. “Perfect,” he murmured onto her skin, his smile pressing against her neck.

Elain sighed softly, reaching up to thread her fingers through his dark hair. “How am I still horny for you?”

He nipped at her throat, a rumble shaking his chest. “Because you know I can deliver what you need without even blinking.”

This time she laughed, letting his hands run across her body in possessive little touches.

Azriel brazenly cupped her sex through the dress, growling as she let out a mewling sound and began to writhe against those skilled fingers, searching for the friction she desperately craved. “Would you like to fuck my hand, love?” he murmured, mouth grazing her jaw.

Elain fell slack against him, letting his strength hold her up. “Az,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he began to rub her in earnest. “Please.”

He nipped the curve of her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. “You beg so prettily, El.” Bunching up the dress in a fist, Azriel slid her panties aside, swiping his fingers over her soaked pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me. Always desperate for my touch.”

She gripped him, nails digging into his exposed forearms. “I need—I need,” she panted out, wiggling in his hold. “Please, Az.”

Giving her exactly what she wanted—needed—Azriel sunk his middle finger into her aching cunt, pumping once before adding a second digit. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, thrusting in and out of her. The heel of his palm grazed her clit sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.

Elain bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst from her. His fingers scraped along that special spot inside of her, building her up and up and up until she teetered on the edge of bliss.

Barely conscious of her surroundings, Elain caught the sound of the door handle jiggling, followed by a “Momma!”

Azriel clapped a hand over her mouth as he continued his machinations. “Momma’s getting dressed, Kaden. We’ll be out in a minute,” he called out, pressing his palm firmly on her clit and sending her spiraling into her orgasm.

Too far gone to care, she tumbled into sweet oblivion, coming hard on his fingers. Elain moaned, only quieted by the muffling against her husband’s scarred hand.

He worked her through her release, slowing his movements when she started to come down from her high. Az peppered her skin with sweet kisses, removing his fingers from her pussy and readjusting her panties back into place before letting the dress fall back down. “Better, my love?”

“I’m gonna have to change my underwear, but yes.” She twisted in his arms, catching him sucking his fingers clean. Elain brought his mouth down to hers, tongue licking the drop of her release dotting his bottom lip. “Thank you, husband.”

He smiled into their kiss, deepening it once more. “I’ll go check on Kaden while you finish up. We’ll head out when you’re done.”

Twenty minutes later, they were in the car on their way to Rhys and Feyre’s place. It was a gorgeous day full of sunshine, the air warm with the oncoming of summer. It was as if even the Mother wanted to grace her presence on that day with her radiance. They really couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day for a baby shower.

“Momma?” Kaden called from the back seat. “Where are we going?”

His speech had improved so much since they first brought him home that the therapist they hired had told them after the end of the school year, that he likely wouldn’t need to continue seeing a specialist to catch him up. He was reading and writing the way a five-year-old should be and was on track to pass kindergarten with flying colors.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Remember how we talked about going to Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys’s for the baby shower today.”

He seemed to think about that. “What’s a baby shower?”

Her lips quirked up at his curious mind. Thankfully, he hadn’t asked about where babies came from again. “It’s a party to celebrate the upcoming arrival of your brother and sister.” Her hand came to rest on her belly instinctively.

His face scrunched up. “Will I have to take a bath again?”

Azriel let out a snort, glancing at her. “It’s a fair question.”

She laughed. “No, sweetheart. Not that kind of shower. To shower with love. The party is just to celebrate the babies before they arrive.”

“Will there be cake?” he asked, excitement lighting up his face at the prospect of sweets.

“For my sister’s sake, there better be.” Elain’s late-stage pregnancy craving was anything sweet. Cookies, cakes, pastries, whatever she could get her hands on, she was eating it. Azriel was barely able to keep the pantry stocked with desserts for her to snack on.

Her husband chuckled. “If she doesn’t, we’ll stop by a bakery on our way home and get each of you a cake. How’s that sound?” he asked, grasping her hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

She grinned. “You spoil me.”

He looked at her then. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

They were fashionably late to their baby shower, and Elain completely blamed her husband’s morning sexual charade for the delay in their arrival. Not that she minded at all. She had another Braxton Hick contraction in the car, Azriel eying her with worry and once again asking if they should make a pitstop at the hospital just in case.

But that would’ve made them even more late and Elain knew it was unnecessary.

All of their friends and family were waiting for their arrival. And she hated being late.

“What am I going to do with you gone for six months, Elain?” Thesan teased, taking a sip of his beer.

She shot a devilish grin at the head nurse sitting on the couch across from her. “I’m sure Viv would love to pick up all the slack.”

Viviane squawked in outrage and pointed a menacing finger in her direction. “Don’t put your work on me while you’re enjoying your babymoon, Elain Archeron-Knight.”

The group laughed as she pushed herself up off the couch. Another contraction hit her and she winced, catching the attention of the sharp-eyed nurse. But before she could ask, Kaden came bounding up to her, tugging on the skirt of her dress.

“Momma, can I have a cake pop?” He looked up at her with those damn puppy eyes he knew she couldn’t resist.

Elain ran a hand through his hair. “Sure, sweetie. Only one. You don’t want to spoil your appetite for Uncle Cassian’s good barbeque.”

Said uncle was out in the backyard tending to the grill with her husband, Rhys, and the Moonbeam brothers because, apparently, that’s where men gathered. Aelin and Rowan had joined them, the former getting an eyebrow raise from Azriel at her company’s appearance.

She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to perhaps score one of those cake pops herself—she was the guest of honor, surely she could snag one too. Feyre, Nuala, and Cerridwen had been busy putting together the final touches for lunch and were just waiting for Cassian’s proteins to serve food.

But just as she reached the breakfast bar, a wave of excruciating pain washed over her. Catching herself on the counter, Elain gripped the side of her stomach, groaning loud enough that the other room went silent. And then she felt it. Liquid surged between her legs, puddling the floor beneath her.

No. No, it was too soon. They couldn’t be coming already.

Viviane rounded the corner from the living room as Feyre and the twins approached her.

Somebody breathed her name, but she couldn’t decipher who it was over the blood rushing in her ears.

More footsteps sounded as her friends and family came from the living room to see what was going on.

“Elain.” It was Feyre’s voice that broke through the fog of fear that had clouded her, but she was too numb to respond. Too nervous. “Somebody get Azriel!”

Her panic grew and her breathing turned shallow. It was too soon. She wasn’t ready, wasn’t prepared enough. The anxiety of giving birth hit her like a freight train.

She couldn’t do this.

She couldn’t.

~~~~~

Azriel took a swig of his beer, rolling his eyes at the cad comment Rhys made. His tanned skin warmed in the sunlight even with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. With a glance at the large window, he caught Elain rising from her spot on the couch, Kaden gripping her dress to speak with her.

Gods, that fucking dress. Elain looked like a maternal goddess in it, emphasizing her swollen belly, brimming with the life of his children. Az never realized he had a breeding kink until he and Elain got back together. His desire to fill her with his seed, to watch her grow with life had him hardening in his pants.

Now at eight months, she had reached the stage where little things irked the hell out of her. Honestly, her temper was cute as hell, but he tried to be considerate of her exhaustion and short-fuse, offering himself up to take the heat of her ire. It was only fair—he’s the one that got her pregnant.

It may have made him a primitive, alpha-douchebag, but fuck did he love to see her waddling around, pregnant and barefoot in their home. She was already such a wonderful mother to their boy, Kaden. Cassian had been right. He was so incredibly grateful for Elain’s maternal instinct.

“Something caught your eye, brother?” Cassian taunted, grinning. His brother knew exactly what he was looking at. Or whom.

He shot him a dry look that had Cash chuckling.

“If she wasn’t already pregnant, I’d say that look alone could’ve knocked her up,” he teased. “Who knew you had such a kink, Az.”

Azriel opened his mouth to retort, but the sliding glass door opening caught his attention.

Nuala peeked her head out, a worried look on her face that had his stomach tightening in knots. “Azriel! Get in here now!”

But he was already moving, dropping his drink on the table and running after her into the house, his brothers and friends hot on his heels. He froze in the entryway of the kitchen, taking in the scene for a split second before his eyes settled on Elain bent over the counter, a puddle of clear liquid beneath her.

His feet ate up the space between them in three long strides, her name falling from his lips as he cupped her face and forced her gaze on his. Azriel prided himself in knowing exactly what Elain was feeling, what she was thinking by just the look on her face. He read her better than he did himself. So, seeing the blatant apprehension and worry written as clearly as a tattoo on her forehead had his heart racing in his chest.

Her eyes were wet with the tears he could tell she was trying to hold back.

“Love,” he said quietly, unsure how to proceed at the moment.

She blinked like hearing him cleared a bit of the fog that had washed over her. “Azriel.” Her voice cracked.

He folded her into his arms, trying to soothe whatever worries were troubling her. “You’re okay, my love.”

Elain seemed to melt in his embrace, her tension slowly ebbing away the longer he held her. He gave her whatever time she needed, ignoring the audience they had around them, but it was long enough for another contraction to hit. She cried out, gripping his hand in hers and squeezing tight.

Viviane snapped into action at that. “Azriel, her contractions are about nine minutes apart now. She’s going to have at least two more by the time you reach the hospital.”

“No hospitals,” Elain growled.

That had him pulling back to look down at her. “El, the babies are coming—”

“No. Hospitals.” He could see the wavering in her face. “I—,” she paused, hesitating. “They’re not ready. It’s too early. Too soon. They can’t come out yet…” Her head fell until she was looking at the wetness still sitting on the floor. “I’m not ready,” Elain whispered so quietly, that he almost missed it.

Azriel knew that was nerves speaking. While Kaden made them parents, the idea of giving birth to the twins was the primary source of her fear. The books he read said that many expectant mothers experienced this type of anxiety right around the time they went into labor. If they were going to have any success in her having a smooth birth, Azriel needed to get her to calm down. He glanced at Cassian. “Can you get her a chair?”

His brother grabbed one from the dining room, setting it out for Az to carefully guide Elain into. He knelt in front of her, keeping her hands clasped firmly in his. “Elain, sweetheart,” her dark eyes latched onto his, needing to hear his reassurance. He kept his voice low, wishing they didn’t have to have this conversation in front of their friends and family.

Rhys seemed to sense that and began ushering people out of the room. “Let’s give the couple a few minutes.”

He shot his brother a grateful look before returning his attention to Elain. “Sweetheart, I know you’re scared. I know it’s earlier than we were expecting. But if there is one thing that I am certain of is that you can do this.” He squeezed her hands in comfort. “You are the strongest person I know. You’ve been through so much that once all is said and done, you’re going to look at me and tell me that this was the easy part. I promise you that if anyone can do this, it’s you. And I will be right by your side for every step, holding your hand, giving you ice chips, and bearing whatever you need me to bear to bring our children into the world.”

She sniffed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re sure?”

“Without a doubt, Elain. You can do this.” He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing her fingers and letting her absorb whatever confidence she needed. “So, what do you say? Are you ready to have our babies, love?”

Elain huffed a laugh, his words settling the nerves she had. “Yes, let’s go have our babies,” she breathed, her grin taking over her entire face, lasting all of thirty seconds before a look of panic took root once more. “Az, the birthing bag is still at the house.”

He let out an undignified snort. “Do you think after having that contraction in front of me this morning, I’d leave the house without having absolutely everything packed and ready to go? Come on, baby, you know me better than that. It’s all in the back of the car.”

She blinked in surprise. “The birthing bag and my pillow?”

“In the car,” he confirmed.

“Kaden’s overnight bag?”

“In the car.”

“The car seats for the twins?”

He scoffed. “You know I installed those weeks ago, try again.”

Her lips quired up at the corner. “What about the slippers I was wearing this morning?” she asked, thinking she had him.

Az rolled his eyes in playful exasperation. “I grabbed them when I snagged the birthing bag.” He kissed her hands again. “I’ve got you, love.”

And then she was leaning forward, kissing him with so much love and devotion, he felt it down to the soul she brought back to life. The sound of their family’s cheers forced them apart, a pretty blush dusting the tops of Elain’s cheeks, but she didn’t dare look away from him.

Without looking away from her, Azriel reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to Rhys. “Can you grab Kaden’s bag from the trunk? The one with dinosaurs. And then Elain’s purple one as well.”

Elain’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why is he grabbing mine?”

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin, brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned forward to whisper, “I thought you might like to change your underwear and put on a maternity pad for the ride to the hospital.”

Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but she nodded in agreement.  

A little body shuffled closer. “Momma?” Kaden murmured, looking so very worried over the state of his mother.

She held her arms out, motioning him forward. “C’mere sweetheart.” Elain tucked him into her chest, kissing the top of his head. “You’re going to stay here with Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys while Daddy and I go to the hospital to have your brother and sister.”

He looked up at her with those puppy-dog eyes and damn, the kid knew how to work them. “But I want to go with you!” His lower lip quivered and Azriel could tell he was on the verge of tears.

But his wife took it in stride, cupping his little face in her palms and swiping her thumbs across his cheeks. “I know, sweetheart. I know you do. But you’ll have a much better time here with your aunt and uncle. Momma’s not going to be fun to be around until your siblings are here.” She kissed his plump cheek. “But I promise that you will be the first to see us once they arrive. Okay?”

Feyre stepped forward, reaching out a hand for their son. “Come on, Kaden. We’ll have lots of fun eating all the desserts left over.” She shot them a wink when he finally relented, taking her fingers.

After cleaning her up as best as he could and getting her a maternity pad from her bag, he and Elain were in the car on the way to the hospital. As Viviane predicted, she had two more contractions on the way, grabbing his offered hand and the “oh shit” bar as she groaned her way through it. And then promptly went into a third one right as they arrived.

Az timed them out, still sitting about nine minutes apart. “Breathe, baby. Good, love. Just like that.” His thumb grazed the back of her hand. Her grip was tight, on the verge of painful, but he didn’t dare let his face flinch or show an ounce of discomfort. She needed his strength and that’s exactly what he was going to give her.

They were immediately escorted to their private room and Elain’s vitals were checked over. She was sitting at only two centimeters dilated, which meant they were looking at being there for a bit.

Between her contractions, he swapped out his clothes for a fitted black t-shirt and grey sweatpants to get more comfortable and then sent a text to their siblings to notify them that they were in and settled, but it would be a while before they would have any progress.

“Can you check in with Kaden?” Elain asked, taking a scoop of ice chips from her cup.

The corner of his lips curled up at the question. “I already did. Feyre said he wouldn’t leave the front window for a while and had to persuade him with his baby cousin and a lot of sweet treats.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “He’s going to have a mouth full of cavities before we get home.” Elain twisted to look at him. “Do you think we made the right decision by not letting him come with us? It sounds like he’s waiting for us to return. I know that some families let their little ones be present for the birth of their siblings and we discussed it—”

He interrupted her train of thought. “I think we made the right call, love. We’re going to be here for a while and we both know that things can upset him. I don’t know how well he’d handle watching you go through that.”

She nodded but didn’t look very convinced.

Azriel reached for her hand, covering it with his own and squeezing her fingers. “He’s safe and well-cared for. Remember that while we focus on bringing his little brother and sister into the world.” He brushed his lips over her knuckles in a sweet kiss.

Elain smiled softly at him. “Okay.”

And so, they waited.

Per his wife’s birthing plan, she wanted to attempt to go natural. Azriel admired her strength and resilience in doing so. But after over sixteen hours of hard labor, he could see her resolve fading.

He stroked her cheek, fingers brushing hair behind her ear. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Dark circles already lined the underneath part of her eyes. She looked so weary. “I’m so tired, Az.” Her voice came out nearly broken and fuck if that didn’t just rip his beating heart from his chest.

Kissing her forehead, he murmured, “Do you want to get the epidural? It’ll help you get some much-needed rest before the delivery.” As of now, she was only at seven centimeters and the doctor had said it could still be a while longer until she reached a full ten.

Her chin dipped in confirmation. “Please.”

Azriel didn’t waste time calling for the nurse. Within ten minutes, he watched as a grossly large needle was inserted into her back, sending that relief washing over her. He peppered her face with kisses during the procedure, murmuring words of praise and comfort in her ear as she gritted her teeth through it.

Elain spent the next eight hours in a fitful sleep, dosing off and waking up not long after each time. Azriel didn’t bother to try and sleep, not when she wasn’t really getting much at all.

But finally, after just past nine, she was fully dilated and ready to push.

His wife pushed and pushed and pushed for a half hour with nothing to show for it. She was in tears, frustrated, and so exhausted he was practically supporting all her weight having slid an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she sobbed, half burying her face into his chest.

“You can, love. You’re so strong. Just a little bit more,” he tried to reassure her. It fucking killed him to see her like this.

“Can’t you do it for me?” she pleaded, looking up at him with wild, desperate eyes.

He gripped her cheek in his palm, kissing her temple. “You know I would, El. I would give anything to switch places with you right now. But I know you can do this. Just a few more pushes and then they’ll be here.”

Whatever she read within his words seemed to do the trick, her brows furrowing with a determination he hadn’t seen since they left the house. Elain pushed herself up, trying to get into a kneeling position, and he was right there, sliding behind her and supporting her weight.

The nurses squawked, muttering something about hospital policy, but frankly, he did not give a fuck, snarling, “Her body is telling her to push like this. Listen to your fucking patient.”

Changing the position was exactly what she needed because their son was born within the next two contractions, entering the world with a healthy set of lungs.

They sagged back against the pillows, his face wet with tears as they placed their new baby directly on Elain’s bared chest. He couldn’t stop himself from tipping her head back to kiss her softly on the lips, pausing the savor the moment.

Az traced the pads of his fingers over the curve of their boy’s cheek, just needing to touch him to prove he was here with them. Even covered in fluids, he was so beautiful. The perfect blend of the two of them.

The nurses gave them just a few minutes with the first baby before Doctor Chen said that she needed to start pushing again. She took their boy from Elain’s arms, promising to bring him back for Azriel after he was cleaned up and their daughter was born.

Delivery of their little girl went easier than with their son. But whereas their boy came out crying, their daughter came out silent.

Azriel knew something was wrong just by the silence, but it only grew the anxiety in his stomach when the doctor turned her back on them, taking their little one with her to work on.

“She’s not crying,” Elain breathed, worry clouding her voice.

He could only squeeze her shoulders in comfort, watching as they shoved things into her nose and mouth.

“Suction,” Chen ordered.

“Azriel, why isn’t she crying?”

“She’s going to be okay, love. They’re helping her. She’s okay.” The words passed his lips even as his heart dropped into his stomach when they started doing compressions on her tiny body.

No.

This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t lose her. It would kill him to lose his little girl, but Elain, fuck, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the devastation she would face at this loss. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t pay to fix this or threaten someone to save their baby girl.

So, he did what any father would do.

He prayed.

He prayed to every god, every deity, everything, and anything he could think of to keep his little girl safe and bring her back to them. To take her place if they demanded it. A life for a life. He’d pay it for his child, his family. “Come on,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

Elain curved her face into the side of his chest, howling in a way he’d never heard from her before.

His arms went around her, that dreaded feeling turning his blood cold. The terror he felt of their little one dead before she lived was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. But still, he did not stop praying, clutching Elain’s shaking body to his. “Come on, little one. Come on!” he chanted. “Please.”

And then, a rattled cough tore from her tiny body, followed by the sweet, beautiful sound of her cry.

Elain’s wail turned into relieved sobs, as the doctor walked over their bundled little girl and placed her into his wife’s awaiting arms.

“Somebody was just so excited to meet you, she took a breath a little too early, but we cleared out her passages and lungs and she looks good now.”

His wife tucked their daughter into her chest, kissing the top of her head. “Hi sweet girl, Momma’s here,” she whispered, tears still falling down her cheeks. Tears that matched the ones running down his face.

She was here. His baby girl. Fuck, she looked just like him, with dark hair and tanned skin. He hadn’t gotten a look at her eyes yet, but already she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here you go, Mr. Archeron-Knight,” one of the other nurses said, pulling his attention from his wife and daughter as she handed him his son, cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket.

The small bundle was gently laid in the crook of his elbow. Azriel didn’t think he’d ever feel the amount of love he did on Kaden’s adoption day, but sitting here with his gorgeous wife, holding their newborn twins, he felt his heart soar in his chest.

Sweaty and fatigued, Elain glanced up at his face, the sweetest, exhausted smile pulling on her lips. “I love you,” she murmured.

He let out a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a sob. “I love you more.” And then he kissed her, sealing that moment in time with his undying love for her.

~~~~~

Elain woke to the sound of a whimpering cry, swiftly followed by Azriel’s low voice.

“Hey, sweet girl. What’s wrong, huh?” She heard some shuffling as her husband lifted their daughter from the nursery bed. “Momma needs her sleep so we need to be quiet.” He kept his voice low enough to not disturb her—fuck she loved him so much—but she was already awake, rolling over in the hospital bed to face him.

Azriel holding his children was, hands down, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. How she could even feel the need for him after pushing two babies out of her currently aching and severely injured body was beyond her, but just watching him bounce their fussing daughter made all those desires come roaring to the surface.

Almost as if he could sense her presence, hazel eyes slid to hers. “I’ve got her, love. Go back to sleep.” His voice remained soft as night as if anything louder would disturb her.

She curled up on her side, watching him. “I think we should get used to no sleep now.”

He huffed a laugh, patting Rosalie on her back as she further settled into the crook of his elbow.

Their daughter was almost two pounds smaller than her brother, coming in right at five whereas Ryder was a healthy six pounds, fourteen ounces. The doctor was a little concerned over Rosalie’s lower birth weight, but Elain had managed to get both babies to latch and feed earlier and she ate well, so they were mainly playing it by ear.

Because of her smaller size, Azriel already placed an order for some preemie clothes and sent a photo of her with the twins to their siblings. They asked to give them a day to recuperate before coming to the hospital in the morning. After the scare with Rosalie, both she and Azriel wanted to take some time to spend with the babies. Plus, the medical team was in and out of their room, taking Rosalie for some additional tests just to be sure everything looked good.

It was just after seven that night, and they were settling in for the evening. Tired of hospital food, Azriel ordered hamburgers from DoorDash for them to eat. Elain was starving and it sounded so good that she drooled when she suggested it to him. Both babies had been fed only an hour earlier and she anticipated not having another feeding till late evening or early morning.

Elain grabbed whatever sleep she could, knowing she’d need it when they were released in a couple of days, but she was sure Azriel hadn’t slept a wink since she’d gone into labor.

She pushed herself up, reclining on her pillows. The nurses cleaned her after the delivery and stitched her up from tearing, but Elain couldn’t wait to get home and take a proper shower. “Does she need to be changed?” she asked, nodding to the now-sleeping baby in her husband’s arms.

Azriel shook his head. “No, I think she was just fussing.” His dark hair was still mussed up from when he stripped out of his shirt earlier, taking time for skin-to-skin contact with each of the twins.

Elain had to rein in her laugh at how the nurse blushed as he revealed miles of gloriously tanned, tattooed skin and corded muscle. Her husband was a fine specimen, but he never flaunted it, so seeing another woman react to it was humorous especially since he didn’t even seem to notice her blushing, stammering state.

“You should sleep too, Az,” she said instead.

He looked at her, his lips curving up. It had been doing that a lot since the birth of the twins. The sweetest, smallest smile that crept up the corners of his mouth. Almost as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was utterly adorable and made him look younger. “I’ll rest later. You need it more than me.”

Her shoulders shook in amusement. “You know, we can sleep when they do.”

“I just don’t want to miss a second of them.” His attention returned to his little girl who already had him wrapped around her finger. To be fair, all of their children did. “Fuck, I can’t believe they’re here already. It seems like it was only a month ago you found out you were pregnant.”

“I can’t believe our first anniversary is coming up in just a handful of weeks.”

At that, he laughed. “I guess a trip for our anniversary is out of the question?”

She grinned. “Not unless all our little ones are coming with us.” Because like hell was she going to be able to leave them so soon. Plus with her nursing, it just wouldn’t be ideal.

He seemed to consider her. “We could take the jet to the Summer District. Kaden will be out of school then and we’ll both still be out on leave. Just a thought.”

Gods, he was fucking perfect. “That might be nice.”

A knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say. He frowned in confusion, looking at her.

Elain shrugged, sitting up further on her bed. “Come in,” she called out.

She thought it might be a nurse or a doctor, coming to check on her or the twins. What she didn’t expect was for Rhys to peek his head into the room. Surprise lit her features and she glanced at Azriel, who looked equally as bewildered at the sudden visit from their brother.

“Hey,” Rhys said. “I apologize for dropping by unannounced, but somebody really couldn’t wait till tomorrow to see you.” He opened the door slightly, revealing Kaden clutching a teddy bear, eyes puffy and red from crying.

Her heart ached at the distress their son must’ve been in for Rhys to come all the way here. “Hello sweetheart,” she said, keeping her voice soft. “Come here, my love.”

He took a small step further into the room, Rhys’s hand guiding him at the backside of his head. Kaden took slow steps as he approached the side of her bed. “Momma, are you sick?”

She reached out to cup his cheek in her palm. “No, baby. I’m not sick. Your brother and sister decided it was time to come out of my tummy.” Her eyes found Azriel’s as he rose from his seat on the couch, moving toward them. “Would you like to meet them?” she asked, returning her gaze to Kaden’s.

His head dipped in confirmation.

Elain pushed herself back even more. “Rhys, can you help him up and then grab me that flat pillow over there.”

He set the boy on the bed between her spread legs, Kaden shuffling backward and bumping into her sensitive lower area.

She hissed out in pain before she could stop herself. A wave of agony washed over her with enough intensity that her stomach curdled with nausea.

Azriel reacted immediately. “Easy, buddy. Momma’s going to be sore for a while and we need to be extra careful with her.”

“I’m okay,” she spoke quickly, not wanting to upset Kaden any more than he already was, and kissed his plump cheek as she breathed through the pain. “Okay, Rhys. Place the pillow over our laps.”

Adjusting his arms in preparation, Azriel gently lowered their daughter until she comfortably rested on the nursing pillow.

“Kaden, this is your sister, Rosalie,” he announced, letting his finger stroke her rounded cheek.

Elain couldn’t see his face directly, but she did catch his eyes widening as he stared down at her, his fingers carefully tracing over her delicate features just as his father did.

“Rosawee,” he said, not quite catching the ending syllable. It would be something they would have to work on. When she kicked a leg within her swaddle, he pulled his hand back, startled.

She laughed, feeling the bed dip as Azriel sat down next to them, bringing over their son. “And this is your brother, Ryder.”

He reached out to trace the outline of his brows, the touch gentle and exploratory. “I’m a brother?” he asked, turning his head to look up at her.

“That’s right sweetheart. You’re their big brother, and they’re going to love you so much,” she told him, kissing the top of his head.

Elain took in her family, her incredible husband, and three beautiful children. It sounded so wild to even think about. She was a wife and a mother. Thinking back, she remembered the day that had changed the trajectory of her life forever. The bank robbery a few years back. It was crazy to think how such a terrifying moment altered her life in the best of ways. It brought her back to the love of her life.

It put her on this very path.

She’d face every one of the moments since then tenfold as long as it brought her to this point in time, sitting here with her gorgeous little family.

“Perfect.”

She looked up at Rhys, catching him with his phone out.

“Your first family photo.”

Her lips turned up and silver lined her eyes. “Thank you, Rhys.”

He waved her off. “Do you want me to take Kaden back with me?”

“No,” Azriel said, ruffling his eldest son’s hair. “He can stay here with us tonight. Can you put his booster seat in our car? The keys are in my bag.”

“You got it.” He grabbed the keys but paused on the threshold. “And congratulations you guys. Rosalie and Ryder are beautiful.”

Azriel leaned further into her side, kissing her temple. “Thank you, brother.” Once alone, he turned her head toward his, bringing her mouth to his for a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you so damn much, Elain.”

His smile was infectious, making her lips turn up at the corners. “Thank you, Azriel, for giving me this life—these babies. You have made me the happiest I could ever imagine. I love you.”

“Momma! She’s got my finger,” Kaden’s giggle interrupted their moment.

They laughed, looking at their three beautiful children.

Elain knew that this perfect moment was just the very beginning of the rest of their lives.

~~~~~

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[juanarc-thethird]

Can you do a part three of Love Confessions? But this time with Velvet, Coco, Reese, and Arslan?

Love confession #3

Jaune: I'm sorry, I know it's sudden, but… I love you! Please go out with me

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Velvet: I also feel the same way.

Jaune: *Happy* Really?!

Velvet: Yes, Ever since I meet you, I've been thinking about you the whole time.

Jaune: Velvet... *Grabs her hands* Can I kiss you?

Velvet: Please do

They both slowly give each other a sweet kiss, sealing their fate together.

Velvet: Now drop your pants.

Jaune: Eh?!

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Coco: Oh~ you want to go out with someone as dangerous as me?~

Jaune: *Confident* Yes

Coco: *Giggles* Ok then, but don't complain when I put you on a leash later~

Jaune: *Scaroused* W-What do you mean?

Coco: I mean you… *She gets close to his ear and whispers* ...you will be my lovely little dog~

Jaune: *Turn on* (I'm in danger~)

Coco: Now follow me, since you're my boyfriend I have some outfits I want to see you in, *Quietly* and some sexy ones for later~💕

Jaune: What was that?

Coco: Don't worry about it

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Reese: *Blushing* Me?! You're interested in someone like me?!

Jaune: Of course!

Reese: I-I like you too, but to be honest I never thought you would want me to be your girlfriend.

Jaune: *Takes her hand* So it's a yes?

Reese: *Hugs his arm* It's a yes.

Jaune: Wanna play some games?

Reese: Oh heck yeah! *Blushing while giggling*

Jaune: What's funny?

Reese: Nothing, I'm just happy that you're finally my boyfriend~

Jaune: *Blushing* Oh! I'm happy you are my girlfriend too.

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Arslan: Um... are you sure?

Jaune: Why wouldn't I be?

Arslan: Well, I'm kind of rough when it comes to interacting with others.

Jaune: So? That's what I like about you. You are also so strong, beautiful, you are honest, you care about your friends, you always help others, and when you get nervous you make that cute face that makes me feel-

Arslan: *Red* Stop! I see that you are serious about this. *Ahem* Ok, I'll... I'll go out with you.

Jaune: LET"S GOOOOOOO!!!!!

Arslan covers his mouth immediately.

Arslan: *Red* Keep it down, it's embarrassing.

Jaune: *Trying to talk in her hand* (**you are so cute~)

Arslan: Shut up!

[ja3honey]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒 : 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐏.𝐒𝐇 ♡

'The Sweetness Of You'

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Seonghwa asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  690

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Idiots In love.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Boyfriend!Seonghwa x F.Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Food play. Biting. Hickey's. Reader is naked at one point. Breast play (cause we all know hwa is a titty man). Use of food in a sexual way (obviously hehe)

Thank you, @bae4choi, for requesting Seonghwa for this day ♡♡♡

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“Seonghwa you have to let me do it too.” You sighed with a smile painting your features. You reached for a strawberry, dipping it in the hot melted chocolate. Seonghwa watched your hand bring the fruit up to his mouth so he could pop it in his mouth. But he also sucked in your thumb, making your tummy tingle while his eyes never left yours. “Good?” You asked.

“Hmm.” He groans, tasting the sweetness of the coco and the sharpness of the berry. But what got him moaning against your thumb was the way your eyes widened, a sparkle still shining in the corner. You are so cute. He couldn’t help but groan out in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to lavish you until you were screaming for him to stop. He had fed you berry after fruit just to see your mouth wrap around them or watch how the chocolate would catch your lip and spill down your chin.

He noticed some chocolate spilled down your jaw and on your neck. Giving him the sudden idea. Grabbing the back of your neck, he tilts your head upwards so he can place his tongue on the base of your collarbone and lick all the way up your jugular so he can pick up the stream of chocolate on your skin. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your thighs clenched, feeling yourself tingle in pleasure. But Seonghwa didn’t stop once the sugar was cleaned off your flesh. No, instead, he bit down on your neck, making you gasp out. “H-Hwa!?”

“Yes, my darling?” He smugly sat back in his spot, giving you a cheeky grin, knowing he just caught you off guard. Your face was now hot red and flustered. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to find something to say, but your brain began to melt and blur. He seemed to notice, and his grin only grew. “You want me to do it again?” he tried his luck, making his eyes grow wider.

“P-Please…” You whimpered.

“Take off your shirt.” His suddenly got deeper, filling with lust as you instantly obeyed him. Stripping yourself of not only your shirt but your bra as well. He bit his lip, eyeing your body. You leant back, taking in a big breath so your chest would rise and fall deeply. His tongue darted out before he grabbed the bowl of warm melted chocolate. “Ready?”

You nodded, letting him sit in between your legs so he was as close enough to you. You watch with anticipation as Seonghwa tips the small bowl slowly above your breasts, watching the chocolate spill onto the top of your breasts flowing down onto your nipples. You rest your head against the couch cushion, moaning slightly at the warm sensation on your erect nubs. Seonghwa wasted no time in latching his tongue on your boobs, sucking the sweetness off your nipples. He swirled his wet muscle all over your soft flesh. Your hips bucked against his leg, feeling his hands grip onto your shoulders, keeping you in place. You whimper, spilling his name out over and over.

Seonghwa’s mind was going crazy, biting, marking you up along with leaving wet trails all over your neck, breasts, and tummy. He kept pouring the chocolate all over you until you were a mess, a sticky mess. He couldn’t get enough of it. “Fuck…” He groans sitting up for a moment to see your fucked out expression along with your deep heavy breaths and wet chest. You looked like a masterpiece in his eyes, with the teeth marks and hickeys scattered over your body along with spilled chocolate left over. He had to chuckle making you look up at him with a confused expression.

“What?” You pant.

-♥︎

And then an idea popped into his head, and his smile grew at the thought, “I’m getting the whipped cream.”

[ladygoth]

⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧ ᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅɪᴇꜱ ⛦˙♱⋆♱˙⛧

summary - you try to avoid ghost after your separation but it seems like forces brings him back to you.

text messages with ghost is important to this, specifically text message 09.

alcohol consumption, angst and low-key desperate manipulative ghost?

word count - 1891.

“Honestly, I think I was over-reacting,” you sighed before you pressed the curved tip of the wine glass against your lips, accompanied by Mike and the quiet volume that emitted from his television, the both of you had rested against his yellow sofa you once made fun of the first time you stepped into his home, but ever since the break-up you had learned to love the unique futon.

“I don’t think you were,” Mike shrugged, he had his arm rested behind your shoulders, giving you some comfort throughout the conversation. “Your feelings were valid, you just wanted to hear I love you from Ghost.”

“But what if he’s right? If he just said it, it wouldn’t have been genuine,” you shared and silent, Mike gently shrugged his shoulders.

He appeared somewhat embarrassed with what he had wanted to say, though in the end, he had fought through the feeling. “I believe, that if any other man had been with someone that had looked like you, they would’ve said they loved you on the second day.”

You had laughed as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Shut up,” Mike snickered, “babydoll, everyone thinks you are.”

Comforted, you had gently smiled at his small speech before you took another sip of the expensive wine you had bought. Ever since the break-up, you had been hanging around Jasmine and Mike more often, partying, clubbing and drinking, and you had been taking less of your anxiety and depression pills, you had felt confident and free without them. If Ghost heard what you have done, he would’ve never let you hear the end of it.

Then as punishment he would’ve fucked you, and oh how much you have missed his dick, his tongue, his fingers, the mere thought of it had made heat commence between your legs and a certain shift pulse. You had gently gulped down another drink ere you looked up at Mike. “Should I get back with him---”

“Of course not, he was controlling, possessive and mean, he made you lose contact with your best friend,” Mike winked and humoured you had smirked.

You had been avoiding Ghost ever since he returned from dispatchment, you changed the locks so he couldn’t come in and would make sure he was in his home before you left yours and you had always looked over your shoulders, you had sometimes felt like he was always watching you with those intense eyes of his.

There had been a moment when Ghost had knocked on your door and you had pretended as if you weren’t home, but he knew you were, because he saw you enter your home before he reached it. He told you that he would wait out your home all night and he did, though you were just as stubborn and didn’t leave your home and never responded to anything he had said.

You had spent more time in Mike’s home before you left to yours, accompanied by Coco who had been you biggest comfort throughout the entire separation, the second one being alcohol. There were moments when you found yourself awake in the most embarrassing environments because of it, some of them dangerous, and whenever you did, you’d think about the disapproving look Ghost would have on his face if he saw it, or how disappointed his tone would be. Even through text.

Once again you had found yourself drunk, and had been glad that you called yourself an uber home, conceited that you didn’t need to vomit and in deep need to be touched. Mayhap you’d go to Mike, or just please yourself with one of the toys you had kept hidden in the room.

You had stepped into the elevator and immediately started looking for your keys, you had forgotten to press the button but had informed yourself you’d do it once you find those keys of yours, and intensely focused on your task, you had almost overlooked the recognisable scent that punched through your nose and immediately you had looked up and had felt like air had been trapped in your throat.

Ghost.

He had stood in front of you, his mask on and eyes barely expressive but sharp, he didn’t say anything but had turned to face the buttons and pressed the nub that had led to the floor the both of you lived on. Eventually you had found your keys and had dragged the leather straps of bag up your shoulder, reticently pleading the Universe to take you to your level immediately.

You heart had wanted to leap out of your chest but you had silently calmed yourself down.

“Life is funny, isn’t it?” He said, “all this avoiding me just for me to run into you in the elevator.”

As you clenched your jaw, you had focused your sight on the sealed silver doors of the elevator, the blurry reflection of Ghost had shimmered on it and you had forced yourself to look away. He had his hands in his pockets and had stood tall, per usual, he still looked down at you, he had wanted you to say something, you always did.

“Babydoll,” he called.

Fuck.

“You can’t avoid and ignore me forever, I have stuff in your home I need to get, and I want to speak to you,” he said and anxious, you had looked at your fingers, painted fingernails that had gleamed under the bright light of the elevator. “I’ll speak to you here then.”

Eventually, you had pulled your sight towards him, your head tilting to specifically lock eyes with Ghost. “I don’t think it’s a good idea---”

“You are so stubborn,” he gently joked, “and I’m sorry with how I treated you, you didn’t deserve it luvie.”

You hummed, eyes darted back to your feet, the silverness of the elevator almost glowing white and the glowing ring around the buttons slowly travelled up as the box slowly whizzed past the upcoming floors. “Missed you,” he muttered, “Missed everything about you babydoll---” and the second you had heard the elevator doors ding and spread wide, you had immediately darted through the opening.

You couldn’t.

You couldn’t fall for him again.

“Babydoll!” Ghost called after, his thick British accent coating the area around him as it echoed. He had stepped out of the elevator, the silver doors slowly closing behind him. “Please,” he pleaded, as someone who had barely apologised to people, Ghost had felt a yearn to be forgiven by you, he had understood he should’ve given you the affirmation and statement of his feelings that you deserved.

Though, there had been a certain expression you had on your face, that mirrored the stubbornness he had known so well.

“Get your things,” you exhaled as you twisted your body towards the direction of your home, you had plopped your key in and twisted the lock open, unlocking the once sealed door to the area Ghost used to call home.

Once he followed you into the apartment, he had closed the door behind him, welcoming the memorable warmth he had once grown used to, almost everything looked the same, but the only difference had been the new dog that had darted towards Ghost, and quickly, Ghost had remembered the time you had introduced the pet to him during text, and the long ridiculous name you had given it.

Coco Beau Chanel Riley.

He had wondered if the dog still had his last name. You would’ve apologised for Coco’s loud behaviour, but Coco was a really small dog and could do no harm to someone such like Ghost, plus, Coco was protective over you. Guarded and feisty.

Once you had splashed your key against your desk you had sat down, not uttering another word to Ghost who had clenched his jaw, he stood in front of his door and the barking of Coco had died down as she had now moved her attention towards you, she had jumped against your lap and had curled between your thighs, aware that you had seemed unmoved by Ghost so he must’ve been no threat.

“Just like that?” Ghost pondered and as a response, you had curved your gaze towards him, lips closed with your phone between your hands. “You don’t even want to ‘ear the rest of what I got to say?”

“No.”

“Babydoll, it just can’t end like that---”

“Well, I’ve decided that it did---”

“Your being unfair!”

“God, Simon!” You shrieked, as you had sat up, you had felt your body tense with intense angst and apprehension. “Just get your stuff and leave.”

Silent, Ghost had quickly pondered and briefly he had played with the coating of his leather gloves before he spoke again. “Have you been taking your pills?”

“What?” You snapped.

“Have you been taking your pills?” He thoroughly repeated and clenched, you had leaned back against your sofa, dismissive and as kickback, the tall man had walked towards you. “Doll,” he said and irritated, your eyes had then fell against your dog, you knew what he was doing.

Extending the conversation so he could stay longer, and he knew the questioning about your prescription would be a good conference. “I’ve seen you going out more, even going to Mike’s to drink, babydoll, this isn’t good and you know that. You need me luvie, and I need you.”

You had forced down your spit as you had then motioned yourself to stroke your fingers through Coco’s soft fur. He was such a dick.

For a brief moment, his presence had disappeared as he moved to the bathroom that had your medicine, when he had them, he had filled a glass with water before making his way back towards you. “Come on take them doll,” he muttered and as he sat back down next to you, you had paused, your eyes had remained on the items he had held, processing thoughts backwards and forwards in your mind, and eventually you had given in.

You had swallowed the pills and water and placed the cup Ghost had given you, on the small coffee table in front of the two of you, you had looked away from him, satisfaction emanating from his body as he had watched you take them. “You’ll feel much better,” he cooed, the flat of his thumb gently stroking your jaw and as an anxious response, you had continued to gently rake your digits through Coco’s fur.

“Please go,” you responded and finally you had looked at him, your pretty eyes that had stared into his brown orbs had shown the sour and stubborn aura that you had felt, and without fighting, Ghost had followed your short order, though before he had left, he had neared himself towards you, giving you a hard and deep kiss against the side of your head.

Then he had left, without taking his belongings, he had closed the door behind him before leaving to his apartment, and the lack of his presence once more had made you remember how much you had missed him; with your bottom lips behind your teeth, you had returned to your phone, quested yourself with an action you know Mike would be disappointed with, but shameless, your thumb had hovered over the Ghost’s contact and had pressed the unblock button.

text messages coming back :)

was thinking of this song

[shuniverse]

rough patch ,,| l.f

🖋️ requested by anon!! this is such a cute idea I love it sm 🥺

1.1k words

💌 gn!reader, hurt/comfort, sad lixie 😭

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he’d texted you that night, just wanting to talk to you, be able to communicate.

then he called, and you could hear the faint sniffle in his voice as he sent his usual hello. it sounded sadder, more quiet than normal.

after a quite small amount of prying, just a simple ‘what’s wrong, lixie?’, he just started crying. it broke your heart as he poured out what he was feeling, the shuddering sobs wracking your own chest with a pang of sadness.

he’d confessed he didn’t feel confident in how he was performing, and no matter how hard he tried it couldn’t come out like he wanted.

of course, from your perspective, this was far, far from the truth. felix was, and is, and impeccable dancer, rapper, and singer, all on top of his stage presence, and that deep, velvety voice you adore oh so much.

you sighed softly when he’d finished, the teary call leaving a bit of a cloud over head. you told him you’d buy a ticket, leave within the next day or two.

he’d told you you didn’t need to, that he’d be okay, but you insisted. nothing hurts more than the literal sun himself seeming so clouded and sad.

so, with sweet ‘I love you’s’, you promised you’d be in Sydney to see him soon.

now, you’re on your way to him in a rented car, playing the playlist you and him created together. you’ve missed him so so much, and knowing of his struggles wasn’t helping anything.

as soon as you came to the hotel, you’re practically leaping and bounding out of your car, grabbing your luggage and the little cat plushie you’d bought for him, and dashing inside the hotel and up the stairs to his room.

you’re jet-lagged of course, but that doesn’t stop you. you knock softly on his door.

felix recognizes that knock anywhere, and he’s swinging the door open with enough force you’re worried he’ll break the poor thing.

as soon as he sees you, and your pretty smile and luggage and that cat plushie, his eyes well up with tears and he pulls you inside, closing the door, and hugging you tight.

he lets out a shaky sigh, before crying softly into your neck and shoulder, placing lazy kisses on the exposed skin from your tank top.

he moves his head to look at you with a lovesick smile and red, puffy, and wet eyes. you pout a bit, holding his face, brushing your thumb over his freckle-dusted cheeks.

his voice is rough and of a lower octave when he speaks finally. “I.. I’ve missed you, so much.”

you smile and kiss his nose. “I’ve missed you too, my dear lixie.”

he rubs little circles on to your hip with his thumb, and you just happily gaze into his beautiful coco brown eyes, which look so worn.

“my love,” he perks up to pay attention to your voice, ever the soother for him, “what’s got you so worked up?”

he gives a small frown, a cute one at that, and he sighs softly.

“shows have been enjoyable of course, but I’ve been feeling more stressed lately, more.. self conscious. I don’t feel good about what I’m doing and I can’t seem to get out of it. I try so so hard but.. nothing ever seems right. I just wish I knew why.”

it makes you sad to see him feel this way about himself, how he doubts his show-stopping talent. you want to help, and you’re set on doing so while you have him with you.

you kiss his jaw. “lixie, baby, it’s okay. I’m here now. my love, you’re and amazing performer. your vocals, dance, raps, and just raw talent are absolutely breathtaking. I wish I could help, is there any way I can? hell, I’ll even listen to you rehearse, I’ll watch, I’ll give my advice and many many many compliments. alsoo-“ you shut his eyes “- I got you a present, no peeking!”

he giggles, a big happy smile on his ethereal features.

you fish around your suitcase for the necklace you’d saved up to buy a couple days ago, and when you find it you smile, looking back at felix and holding it up. “open!”

he opens his eyes eagerly, but the cute smile on his face fades when he sees the necklace. not even two seconds later, tears are pricking at his waterline, and he pulls you in, sniffling. “oh, my love.. you’re the best..”

he softly cries, happily of course, and you rub his back, kissing his collarbone. “shh, shh, lixie baby it’s okay.. no need to cry..”

he pulls his head up and smiles at you, then looks at the necklace.

engraved in cursive spells the date of your anniversary, with two little hearts on either side. and on the back of the small gold pendant is engraved yours and felix’s initials.

he sighs shakily. “how.. how much was this?”

you smile. “not important, sunshine. let’s get some drinks and snacks, hm? we can watch a movie, relax, I’ll even give you a massage.”

he smiles, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “I would adore that my love, I’ve missed you so much..”

you’re wrapped in one another’s embrace, entertaining, massaging, talking, til night has covered the sky and felix’s eyes begin to droop.

you notice and kiss his forehead as he lays with his head atop your thighs. “let’s go to bed, sunshine.”

he smiles sleepily and nods, sitting up and walking with you to his bedroom. he strips off his big t-shirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, much to your enjoyment.

he smiles at you and sits on the edge of the bed as you strip a garment of clothing off, wanting to be just as comfortable as him. when you’re done, felix holds you and brings you to sit on his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, til he’s pulling you with him so he’s all the way on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, his fluffy blonde hair splayed across it. you smile and snuggle up to him, on top of him, and you make your head comfortable in the crook of his neck as your limbs entangle and wrap around one another.

he leaves a peck on your forehead, his voice deep and beautiful as he speaks. “goodnight, pretty. I love you so so much.. sweet dreams..”

you smile. “night-night, sunshine..”

and you fall asleep like that, holding each other, and you want the moment to last forever.

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I hope you enjoyed! also sorry for my hiatus I’ve been busy and tired and stressed 😭

I’ll do my best to keep posting content for you guys :))

[luna0713hunter]

I’m still not entirely sure how to go about requesting things without sounding demanding

Autumn prompt please with shanks 8, 14 and 15

Thanks

Author's note : oh darling,you can never be demanding!!! I'll be happy to write for you!!!also,sorry this took so long,uni is kicking my ass lmao! Hope you enjoy it ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

"putting blankets on you/them while sleeeping"

"Where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?" "Sorry i ate them." "You don't sound sorry." "Well I'm not."

"Making you wear their jacket when you're too stubborn to dress properly."

Based on this prompt

Shanks x reader

Warnings : so much fluff,like, ALOT,age gap relationship,use of petnames such as 'princess', 'baby girl' and etc

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When you let out the second sneeze in the past five minutes,a warm,long coat immediately draps around your shoulders.

Clinging to the only source of warmth,you raise your head and look at your captain with a bashful smile.

"Sorry,Cap."

Shanks only shakes his head and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side,and gods above,does it melt your heart.

"Its alright, princess. But i did tell you to dress better."

A light pout tugs at your lips and Shanks' arm tightens around you;you know how weak your captain is for your pouting.

"But i wanted to impress you!"

"Darling," a light kiss presses on your head as you two near the ship,and start to climb the small stairs inside, "you dont need to dress up to impress me. You already did it so effortlessly on day one."

The crew greets the both of you,and you smile with a wave. When Yasopp lets out a loud whistle upon seeing your figure particularly being swallowed by Shanks' coat,you stick your tongue out him while trying to control the blush rising up your cheeks. You push Shanks toward the back to hopefully warm up in his room.

"Yea baby that's what I'm talking about!!"

"We dont even need to tell them to get a room, they're already on it."

"Oh my god, Shut up!"

You cheeks flare and you shut the door behind yourself. You take off Shanks' coat and put it neatly on the hanger near the door. Shanks smiles at you and starts to change out of his slightly damped shirt,when you hurry to his side. You gently help him get into warmer clothes and kiss his stubbled cheek. The scene of his toned body makes your heart beat a little bit faster,but its nothing unusual;ever since he lost his arm,you were always by his side to help him with anything he needed.

And even after so many years,the sight of the lack of his left arm has you blinking back tears.

"Princess," a gentle hand rests on your cold cheek and you nuzzle into it slightly, "you still look cold. Get under the blanket and wait for me."

You nod when he closes the door behind himself;already giving orders to his crewmate for the night.

Feeling restless to relax without him,you make your way toward the kitchen in hopes of making him a hot beverage to help him warm up a little. As you pour the rich and steaming hot chocolate in two mugs for yourselves,you spot the little marshmallows on the counter. You put five in each mug,and make your way back to Shanks' room.

And its not your fault if the marshmallows in his drink vanishes on the way.

When you push open the door,you see Shanks already under the blanket with a tired smile on his face. He reaches out and takes hold of his drink gratefully and waits patiently for you to get into the bed next to him. He presses a soft kiss on your temple and raises the mug to his lips and-

"um, princess?"

You give him an innocent hum and sip your own hot chocolate;the burst of the flavors making you smile harder.

"where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?"

You tilt your head slightly and grin at him.

"sorry."

"you dont sound sorry."

"well, I'm not."

Shanks blinks at you,but suddenly he lowers his head and with one swift movement,bites into one of the marshmallows floating around in your drink.

You immediately move your handa away from him with a squeak and pout at him lightly.

"Shanks!what the hell?!"

"you stole mine first, darling."

You roll your eyes at him and resume drinking your own drink;your captain could become such a child sometimes,and you'll be lying if you said you absolutely didnt adore him.

When the hot liquid warms your insides,the bed suddenly seems too cozy and comfortable,even if the blanket has slide down your shoulders. You dont know when you're eyes have dropped,but when someone takes hold of your mug and gently pulls you down into a strong chest,you go willingly.

The blanket gets pulled up all the way up your body and a comforting arm wraps itself around your waist.

A gentle kiss presses to your forehead and a happy sigh escapes your lips.

"sleep well,my darling."

And you dream of gentle sea,blue skies,and your Captain's happy laughters that night.

[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒 : 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

The Sweetness Of You

【Synopsis】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Steve asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

『W.C』 :  690

-> Genre: Suggestive, Idiots In love.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Steve x F.Reader

[Warning] : Food play. Biting. Hickey's. Reader is naked at one point. Breast play (cause we all know Steve is a titty man). Use of food in a sexual way

Masterlist | Kinktober List

“Steve you have to let me do it too.” You sighed with a smile painting your features. You reached for a strawberry, dipping it in the hot melted chocolate. Steve watched your hand bring the fruit up to his mouth so he could pop it in his mouth. But he also sucked in your thumb, making your tummy tingle while his eyes never left yours. “Good?” You asked.

“Hmm.” He groans, tasting the sweetness of the coco and the sharpness of the berry. But what got him moaning against your thumb was the way your eyes widened, a sparkle still shining in the corner. You are so cute. He couldn’t help but groan out in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to lavish you until you were screaming for him to stop. He had fed you berry after fruit just to see your mouth wrap around them or watch how the chocolate would catch your lip and spill down your chin.

He noticed some chocolate spilled down your jaw and on your neck. Giving him the sudden idea. Grabbing the back of your neck, he tilts your head upwards so he can place his tongue on the base of your collarbone and lick all the way up your jugular so he can pick up the stream of chocolate on your skin. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your thighs clenched, feeling yourself tingle in pleasure. But Steve didn’t stop once the sugar was cleaned off your flesh. No, instead, he bit down on your neck, making you gasp out. “S-Stevie!?”

“Yes, my darling?” He smugly sat back in his spot, giving you a cheeky grin, knowing he just caught you off guard. Your face was now hot red and flustered. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to find something to say, but your brain began to melt and blur. He seemed to notice, and his grin only grew. “You want me to do it again?” he tried his luck, making his eyes grow wider.

“P-Please…” You whimpered.

“Take off your shirt.” His suddenly got deeper, filling with lust as you instantly obeyed him. Stripping yourself of not only your shirt but your bra as well. He bit his lip, eyeing your body. You leant back, taking in a big breath so your chest would rise and fall deeply. His tongue darted out before he grabbed the bowl of warm melted chocolate. “Ready?”

You nodded, letting him sit in between your legs so he was as close enough to you. You watch with anticipation as Steve tips the small bowl slowly above your breasts, watching the chocolate spill onto the top of your breasts flowing down onto your nipples. You rest your head against the couch cushion, moaning slightly at the warm sensation on your erect nubs. Steve wasted no time in latching his tongue on your boobs, sucking the sweetness off your nipples. He swirled his wet muscle all over your soft flesh. Your hips bucked against his leg, feeling his hands grip onto your shoulders, keeping you in place. You whimper, spilling his name out over and over.

Steve's mind was going crazy, biting, marking you up along with leaving wet trails all over your neck, breasts, and tummy. He kept pouring the chocolate all over you until you were a mess, a sticky mess. He couldn’t get enough of it. “Fuck…” He groans sitting up for a moment to see your fucked out expression along with your deep heavy breaths and wet chest. You looked like a masterpiece in his eyes, with the teeth marks and hickeys scattered over your body along with spilled chocolate left over. He had to chuckle making you look up at him with a confused expression.

“What?” You pant.

And then an idea popped into his head, and his smile grew at the thought, “I’m getting the whipped cream.”

[avenging-fandoms]

ok, but imagine getting ready with pedro for a premiere (or the oscar's most recently)!!! him being silly, listening to prince, maybe pregaming?!?! being nervous about being his +1 and what everyone will be saying, but him calming your nerves 🫠

Pedro Pascal Masterlist 1 Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2

**because i can't get enough of pedro at the oscars

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"Nap's over, princesa. Team will be here soon" Pedro's lips kiss your bare shoulder across down your arm. You hum and wrap an arm around his back, pulling him into the bed and pushing your face into him. "Alright.. 5 more minutes"

After 15 minutes, you and Pedro got up from the bed and he disappeared as you brushed your hair. He came back in with two glasses in his hand. Two big glasses of white wine, handing one to you and you smile.

"Why thank you, my love" He hums and kisses you, clinking your glasses together and raising them upwards.

"To the Pascals taking over the Oscars" He winks and your eyes widen as you take a sip with a smirk.

"I'm a Pascal?" You held up an empty left ring finger and he rolls his eyes, making you laugh. Saved by the bell, the team rang the doorbell. Pedro let them in and you meet them downstairs, hand on the banister and wine glass in the other, your favorite robe to get ready in clung to your body. Pedro wanted to marry you right then and there.

"Weeee like to drink with Pedro, 'cause Pedro is our ma-"

"No! I've already done 2. One more and I'm doing fuckin' cartwheels on that carpet. The Oscars. That would be fucking embarrassing" Pedro snaps with a smile and you laugh, your make-up artist a little annoyed you moved too much.

You apologize profusely to your make-up artist and he smiles, telling you to close your eyes as he did your eyeshadow. He pulls away and you keep your eyes close, tapping your fingers on the arms.

"Babe!" Pedro screams in your ear and you shriek, jumping in your chair and glaring at Pedro, slapping his shoulder repeatedly as he leaned into you and laughed hysterically.

"Get away from me, you rat" You chuckle and push his face as he tried to kiss you. He turns and sits back in his chair, Coco working on his hair as he chose a song to play.

"This one's Y/N's favorite" Pedro started to play 'Darling Nikki' by Prince and you wag your finger.

"Pedro this song is so not appropriate to listen to while getting ready for the Oscars" You laugh, but he kept on playing it. He would never shut off Prince.

You sing the words softly and Pedro just looks at you with so much love. His favorite person singing along to his favorite artist. "All done, Y/N!" Your make-up artist announces and you open your eyes, gasping at the amazing job he did.

"Your dress is ready whenever you are" Your stylist smiled and you thank her, walking over to Pedro and kissing his cheek, looking at him in the mirror with your arms around his neck. You rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers underneath his robe.

Everyone was grabbing their food and drinks, so it was just you and Pedro. His grabs your arm and kisses your wrist, smiling at you in the mirror. "You just get more beautiful by the day"

"You are so cheesy, I love it" You kiss him softly and rub your thumb over his cheek, standing in between his legs. His head laid on your chest with your arms draped on his back and his arms extended with his hands on the back of your thighs. "Pedro I'm nervous"

"¿Por qué, mí amor?" he mumbled softly and you sigh, nails scratching his back softly.

"I don't know, what if I trip and people make fun of me? Or they don't like my dress? God, I should delete Twitter before it's too late" Pedro lifted his head and shushed you, holding your chin.

"Who gives a fuck what people say about what your dress looks like? Who are they? You are you and you are beautiful" You pout and kiss him, hugging him tightly. "I love you, honey"

"I love you too, P. I'm gonna go put on my dress, I think you'll hate it" You wink with a smile and he rubs his hands together. Everyone comes back into the room with Pedro and you and a few other people head to your room to put on your dress.

A few minutes later, out the bedroom door you went and cleared your throat at the top of the stairs. Coco tapped Pedro whose face was buried in his phone. He looked up at the stairs and locked his phone, putting it on the table and never taking his eyes off of you and he walked towards the end of the stairs.

"Princesa.. mi hermosa.. holy fuck" Everyone chuckles a bit and goes back to chatting and you grab his hand as you reach him, his lips planting a soft kiss to the back of your hand with his eyes never leaving yours. "This dress.. I absolutely hate it" He breathes and you laugh. "10 more minutes and we'll go" You nod and sit on the couch, playing with your earring as you space out.

You heard a phone camera click and look at Pedro, whining at him. "Pedro, I wish you wouldn't take pictures of me without me knowing I look so bad"

"You have never looked bad a day in your life and you never will. Don't say that again or I'll smack ya" He slapped the back of his right hand on his left palm with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Pedro looks at you and laughs, and you hide a smile as you shake your head. A few TikToks and tweets of pictures and selfies later, Pedro was finally done.

He walked out in his suit and you could barely breathe. Your eyes scan his body, stopping at the rings on his fingers. "Copying Bella Ramsey I see"

"Oh please, they didn't invent rings" Pedro rolled his eyes and you pout as you don't see him wearing his glasses. "I'm wearing them later"

"Can you wear them now? You know I adore you in glasses" You bat your eyes and he smiles, sliding on his thick black frames and you squeal softly and take his hand.

You two head to the car and he helps you and your dress inside the car, then hopping in himself. Pedro connected to the speakers and played Prince the whole time, you and Pedro singing together as your manager filmed you two.

You felt the car come to a stop and hear screaming, stomach dropping as you gripped his hand. "You've done this thousands of times, and you still get nervous" you mumble to yourself and Pedro smiles at you, kissing your cheek before the door was opened.

Pedro got out first and waved to the screaming fans, and you stepped out and heard the screams get louder which made you laugh. You held onto Pedro's arm as the two of you go over to the crowd and quickly said hello.

You two head to the carpet, letting go of his arm and he immediately pulls you into him with his arm around your waist, hand resting on your butt as you two took photos. Pedro leaned his head behind your ear, your hand resting on his stomach.

"I can't wait for the after after party, where that dress isn't on your body anymore" Pedro pulled his head away and patted your butt, your eyes burning into his smirk as you moved your hand under his jacket.

"Pedro.." You mumbled his name as you started to feel your chest tighten softly. He looks at you as he felt your nails scratch his belly nervously.

"You're okay, sweetheart, look at me" you blink a few times and his left hand held your wrist and rubbed his thumb over your skin as you look at him. "Just you and me"

"You and me" you smile and he kisses your nose, waiting for you to turn back to the cameras. He patted your butt softly and guided you down the carpet, stepping away slowly. "Pedro!"

"You look stunning, honey. Show it off!" He exclaimed and you blush, posing with a few smiles and some without. Pedro hyped you up and you couldn't help but laugh.

You felt hands on your shoulders and a body lean against you, and it was Jamie Lee fucking Curtis. "You look stunning!" She shouts and shakes your arms, and you tried to form words.

"You look gorgeous. Holy shit, I'm fangirling on the carpet" you heavy breathe with a smile and she makes you take some pictures with her before kissing your cheek goodbye.

You skip over to Pedro and he beams, hugging you tightly as you squeal about what just happened. "Aren't you happy you came now?" you nod over and over again, kissing him excitedly.

You and Pedro do some interviews, where the interviewers gushed about you more than Pedro. You took it, Pedro deserved a break. It felt nice to feel the love being with Pedro, he was a very big star who was loved by a lot of people.

You took his hand with your left and held his bicep with your right, keeping him close to you as you two walked through the crowd. Pedro waved to a few people, who didn't even bat an eye to you. Now that's why you didn't want to go.

Pedro led the way down the aisle, letting you in first and opening your seat for you. You crossed your leg over your knee, shoe hitting Pedro's shin with your body turned more towards him.

His hand laid on your thigh as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "I swear, you are the prettiest in this room" he mumbles into your skin before kissing it, making you laugh.

"Every event?"

"Every fucking event"

You took out your phone and dimmed the brightness, looking on Twitter and the Explore page, feeling an urge to throw up when you saw your name in all caps trending above 'Y/N AND PEDRO'

You tapped your name first, a sigh of relief with a smile when you see people talking about how great you looked and posting all your pictures. You went on the one of you and Pedro, retweeting a few and Pedro's phone lit up.

"Are you on Twitter?! You just retweeted 3 things"

"Go look at them" Pedro opened his phone and smiled, liking the tweets and looking at you. He kisses you softly, putting his hand back on your thigh as the show started.

"I just wanted to remind you how much I love you before the show starts" He whispers and you blush, bumping your shoulder into him and scrunching your nose as you hold his hand.

[micaluvssoccer]

Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter five

Micaellas POV

Nika asks if that is good and I hand her one for her to try. She takes it with her mouth and I watch her with a blush on my face. She winks at me and I blush and I snuggle deeply into her side. She giggles and she says you're beautiful. I blush and say thank you so are you and ice says hey stop hogging our momma. She says I'm not hogging, I'm cuddling with her. Ice moves closer and hugs me and says my momma. Nika smirks and says no she’s mine. Ines takes my trash and kisses my head and she puts it in the trash can and ice flops herself on my side and I giggled and rubbed her back. Nika and Paige both shake their heads at her. Ice sticks her tongue out at them and everyone laughs and I move to grab the remote. Ice starts to pout at us and I put on a Disney movie and I bring ice back into my side and I start rubbing her back. Ice snuggles into my chest and I smile and I lean into Nika and I can feel my heart pounding. They all ask what are we watching and I say coco it’s a Disney movie.

They all say ah okay and I say it’s okay if you all want to watch something else. They all yell no we want to watch it and I laughed and said okay and I gently moved my ass back on Nika to get more comfortable in her hold. She gently rubs my back and I smile at her and I look up at her and I say what have you and my mom been talking about. Nika says about how she’s excited for us to come see her and I smile and say yeah I think she’ll love you all. They all say we can’t wait and I smile and I snuggle into both ice and Nika. we all watch the movie until we start to get hungry. I then get up and takes my kids orders and I order three different pizzas with wings and mozzarella sticks. They all watch me place the order and I turn on get it sexy and I start twerking after I place the order. The kids all start to get embarrassed and nika blushes. I laughed and said, "Momma gots some moves. They all say yes you do and i giggle and ice decides to dance too and we end up having a dance party. Nika films us dancing and after a while of dancing I hear a knock on the door and I walk over and I open it.

I see the pizza delivery person standing there. I smile and say oh hi that was fast and i grab my wallet and I hand her my card and she takes it and she uses her card machine and she hands me the receipt after checking me out and she says you are absolutely beautiful like damn and i blush and say aww thanks not realizing that she’s flirting with me. Nika looks over, getting all jealous and I grab the food and thank her and she says no problem gorgeous and then she shuts the door and I put the food on the table. The girls all run over to the table.

I giggled and grabbed the plastic plates and I filled up their plates and I served them their dinner with a kiss on the forehead. They all say thanks momma and nika says thank you beautiful. I smile and say you're welcome my darling girls and I get them their drinks and then I make my plate. We all sat down on the couch and we all started eating our food and once we finished eating I started to clean up.

They all say we are now stuffed and I say that’s good girls now one more movie? They all say yes yes and I smile and hand the remote to kk and I finish up cleaning. She chooses a movie and the kids all say Mama hurry up. I say I’m coming and I walk over and sit on the couch. The movie then starts and we then decide to turn off the lights. I lean on Nika and I feel her typing away on her phone and I move away and I lean into Ice. Ice looks over at nika and she glares at her. I whisper, fix your face and watch the movie. She says okay and I continue to watch the movie completely ignoring Nika now. Nika looks over all confused and ice looks over and says go back to your phone.

Nika looks down and goes back on her phone and I sigh softly and I put my head on ices chest. Ice rubs my back and all the kids all cuddle up to me. I hold them close to me with a smile and I say kk do you actually like this movie. She says it's alright and i giggle and say okay let’s go get some sleep now silly. Nika and paige both get up and say well we are off. I nodded and gets up to hug Paige and Nika good night. They both hug me and nika kisses my head. I pull away and leads them out and I say good night you two .

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𝖢𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌，𝖯𝟣𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌- Have the cuties marks on you face

𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈－requested!! @littlebirdnizhoni P1h x Reader, Fluff/a bit of angst

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－Cussing, Jokes (I have freckles so I hope you get it 😭) Nicknames,idk

Keeho

#1 boyfriend goes to…. KEEHOO!! You think this man hates your freckle🥸HE LOVESSS THEEMEMEME. His ass would star at you trying to hid the urge to just count ever since freckle on your face. If you could get payed for how many times his answer has change you would be a billionaire right now….not even kidding you.Yoy can’t tell me he would be hella cringe and kiss ever spot like I just feel it in my soul!!🤯

“Let me kiss you!!!😡” Keeho running around the dorm to catch you.”NOOOO YOU WERIDO!!” Telling keeho.”Y’all cringe as hell” Mr.seob said from tin ass air.”K Y S!!” Keeho yelled at seob…”He’s right fuck your cringey ass” 😟

Theo

Shut this boy up he would probably see your freckles and call them shit marks 😰. Making himself look all innocent and BOOM DOOKIE MARKS…lock him up. Let me stop with this nonsense okie if he’s in his little giggle lover mood he takes a lot of pictures of your freckles like he probably as album full on just your freckles.HE WOULD TOTALLY YELL AT YOY IF YOU SAID “I need makeup I’m sick of my freckles!” LIKE WATCH YOU MAKEUP IT MIGHT 🏃‍♀️

“You got me fuck up what you mean” my freckles are ugly??!” Umm the last time I remember I have 289 photos of your face” Theo said look you up and down.

Jiung

Loved calling them glitter. All different shape’s sizes colors glitter!! he’s your number one fan like you thought you were nope he out beat you. Once it’s sleepy time he puts his finger on you arm and counts or traces your glitter makes.

“Stop jiung is 2am I need some sleep!!” cursing him to stop.”No No No I will finsh when I feel like it” telling you with all his might to not just crash to bed. “Boy you look like your going to pass out right now.” the there’s no more talking from jiung just sores.

Intak

Selfie in bed with a bare face is a must for him🙌!! Just about to make a nap and flash he just took a photo of you too. Gets every angle and close ups on your freckles. Your freckles making you insecure? NOT NO MORE WITH HWANG IN TAK!! He makes dad jokes to make you feel more happy about them.

“Come come let’s take a photo here” intak pulled you into a hug and pulling out his phone.”Intak really?” Look at the camera a bit tired of him taking hella photos. “Hurry up intak I’m hungry as hell!” Keeho told you and intak.after 20 photos you walk in hand together.

Soul

Runnnn I’m telling you!!

He well look at every single freckle and look for a heart I just know it.Tbh is cute but dam he takes foreverrrrr.He calls them your cutie mark like broo 😞 he probably named some to..

“Look at this cutie mark it looks like a dog!” Soul said pointing at you lower arm. “Soul that looks like nothing?” Telling him look confused. “I’ll take a picture and show it to you then😡” he look like a cartoon character. Takes the picture and shows it to you then you finally see it.”Ahhhh I see”

Jongseob

Cookie crumbs is your name yup y/n not no more it’s cookie crumb. Even if cookies are not your thing he does not care. He had a full list just of names for you. Probably bigger then the English dictionary.

“Wsp coco puff I think I like that one?! Nahh sprinkle is a bit more fitting for you” jongseob told you. “What’s next seed,stary,bug face, etc you can’t stop making me names 😭” laughing into jongseob neck. “I just like giving you unique names I want you to feel special!”

“This is the only time I’m going to let you be cringey”

𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒