#he seemed to be in good mood joking with fans all the time so why he would turn his tone around to answer one tweet and then be back to jok

[lasouge]

Soulmate

Itoshi sae x fem.Reader

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●summary:

From a young age, Sae had a sentence on his arm, and it would be the first thing his soulmate will said to him.

But it has been bothering him for many years.

Because the sentence is "Shidou, I've always admired your ......"

What the fuck is this？

This seems to be the opening sentence before the confession, but,

And Who is the fuck Shidou ?

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● English is not my native language, there may be grammar issues

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The words on Sae's arm were something he hated.

It always has been.

First of all, Sae was sure that he would never change his name to something as ugly as Shidou.

Sae is his name.

Well, otherwise, his soulmate will confess to others, and in front of him

Otherwise, he and his soulmate won't be together.

Anyway, let this Shidou and these things go to hell!

It's as if God was playing a joke on him.

He wouldn't easily show his damn arm in front of everyone.

(Except for one time when he undressed in the locker room, but he quickly covered his arms indifferently.)

The sentence was on his arm, like a damn tattoo, and maybe someone would misunderstand, because it was like some teenager's stupid declaration.

And he didn't know any damn Shidou at all

Before the age of eighteen, he had never hated someone he had never met so much.

And, does his soulmate really prefer someone else?

Choose this Shidou?

Shidou？ It sounds quite foolish

Moreover, only after seeing soulmates, will the words on the arm completely disappear.

He had be in a bad mood. He often has a bad temper, he is often sarcastic, cold to people, and expressionless,

but he can't be blamed, as soon as he shows his arms and then looks down to see it, his patience for the day can easily be lost.

Then he met the real Shidou Ryusei. SAE picked him for a team, and a large part of that was why.

Sae thought expressionlessly,

That's it? Is this premature ejaculation demon? It's just as stupid as he thought.

His future soulmate would choose this person instead of him.

Unbelievable

Later he teamed up with this guy to compete,

If don't talk about personal grievances, this person's ability to compete is good.

When it comes to competition, everyone needs to put their personal feelings aside and concentrate on it.

Sae could consider continuing to team up with him.

But Sae still hated him.

HE DON'T want to have any close contact with him.

Shidou didn't know why, of course. Because Sae has hated his name for many years and has been conditioned.

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You don't know much about football. You're coming to see the game with your older brother.

Your brother is obviously more excited than you are, and he loves these sports. And the players he supports just won.

You look at your brother cheering.

Well, sometimes he took you with him to watch the game, you're used to it.

In Your family, your uncle, dad, and brother all have their own teams to support. They also argued because of the different teams they support.

You sit a little bit at the front, and these seats were managed by your brother with great difficulty. The audience is very large, and the shouts fill your ears.

Your brother was visibly excited, "I said, they're going to win!" We're going to get autographs! Look, we're sitting very far forward! ”

He's talking about player Oliver Aiku, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae...

but you don't know these players. It's just that your family members are fanatical.

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"I don't know what to say! I haven't spoken to a football player! "You complained to your brother.

Your brother pulls you to the front to get autographs, and you've never been up close to the players before.

Your brother tells you to just praise them and get them to sign your clothes.

Sign it on the clothes, oh my God, it's so embarrassing.

Thankfully, you wore long sleeves today to get them to write on your sleeves.

You're pretty sure your brother will collect these clothes……

The fans around you are so enthusiastic that they are yelling, waving their arms and greeting the team that comes their way.

Oliver Aiku high-fived them and signed them with lipstick.

You hear the fans start calling Shidou's name, so you squeeze in.

"Player shidou, I've been... I've always admired your ...... character and ability..."

Oh, what are you talking about? Forget it, complete your brother's mission! Then go home!

"Please... Can you give us a signature? Thank you. ”

yes, give my brother the damn autograph he wants!

You huddle in the crowd and smile.

But the person in front of you is not Shidou, you glance at the name on the jersey:

Itoshi Sae.

All right...Your smile freezes.

“I'm Sorry……”

His green eyes are cold, and he looks at you with a blank face.

It's a shame. You don't dare to look at the athlete's face.

Sae frowned slightly, he heard that. Yes.

He looks at you, his ...... Soul mates?

So all this was a misunderstanding, and that sentence was just a misunderstanding, not what he thought？

Is the meeting with your soulmate so sudden? Apparently.

Heaven is too good at joking

And you, he looks at you,

You look overwhelmed and a little nervous, as if you want to explain something.

Your body stiffens,

You're squeezed by the crowd a bit,

You stumble on the ground in front of Sae standing, and will felk next to his sneakers.

All you think about is that you're going to have to lose face a second time in front of Itoshi Sae. No.

You won't agree to go to a game with your brother again. Never

But,

Before you can touch the ground, Sae reaches out to catch you.

You were pulled into his arms

Itoshi Sae hugs a girl! A girl in the audience!

So your brother opens his mouth wide, and the camera points here, and his teammates exclaim.

But sae didn't care.

You like a butterfly, pounce into his arms and land on his fingertips with a slight floral scent.

He can smell the light scent in your hair.

His soulmate

You're blushing.

You're obviously not used to being the center of attention. You apologize to him, you want to go back to your brother, and you don't care about signing autographs

But his hand is still grasping your arm and not letting go.

“Player Itoshi ？……” You look at him, a little confused.

Your brother is completely shocked, Sae's teammates are heckling again, and reporters can't wait to ask questions.

But everything around him is far away from him, and he just looks at you

Although his emotional control ability is top-notch, his heart now is not at all, he knows it.

Although he still looks cold on the surface, he knows that he wants to hold you in his arms again and feel this feeling again.

He was not used to this new emotion, not at all.

He took a breath, his tone the same as usual

"Do you know you've been bothering me for a long time?"

yes, how bothered him you were.

And not only because of the words on his arm . He is still messing with his heart in a new way.

He knew that his heart could not be so calm again.When see you.

even though his expression is as calm as ever.

But you open your eyes wide and say "what the hell?!" ”

You show your arm and It says "Do you know you've been bothering me for a long time?" ”

He's your soulmate?!

Well, it seems that this sentence is also bad on your arm and may have tormented you for many years as well.

It seems that you have been fair to each other.

You look at Sae seriously this time, it turns out that he is that person.

In the past, when you looked at the words on your arm, you always thought that you would be hated or rejected by your soulmate, and you would be sad when you thought about it.

You're glad it's not what you thought it was. But...

Your brother suddenly said loudly, "You are soul mates?!" He was so surprised that he accidentally blurted out.

You want to cover his mouth, but by the time you realize it, the reporters are already around. You wince, you're really not used to this kind of situation, you and your brother are a little overwhelmed.

Sae is young and a good player, and even if you don't know football, you know him as one of the New worlds' 11.

The news on the phone seems to mention that he is suspected of having a beautiful model girlfriend in a relationship, although you don't know if it's true.

Maybe he will reject you, too.

And in front of countless people, isn't that worse than you think before…

The cameras flickered, and the reporters kept asking all kinds of questions. You have to twist your face to the side, you don't want to be photographed.

"Sae, will she be your new girlfriend?"

"How's your last relationship?

Is she really your soulmate? How do you want to choose? ”

……

You keep your head down, but you feel someone pull you into his arms.

Sae hugs you and presses your face into his arms to keep your front from being photographed more.

You were caught off guard.

Your face is almost as red as his hair color.

Your face is against his jersey, and you smell him deeply, the smell of dry sweat, and the faint scent of his body.

Your eyes are wide open and your limbs are stiff.

You hear him say, "She is.

“ Is my soul mate"

"I've never had anyone else, and I don't have to make any choices."

He said he never had anyone else.

Only you are the imprint of each other's souls.

One day you'll be around each other, like this.

Even if you are caught off guard.

Yes, you will not choose someone else, and he will also not choose someone else

You look up at Sae's green eyes, your eyes are full of surprise . He looks at you, and there is a softness in his cold eyes.

He and his soulmate are destined to embrace each other in the spotlight.

The words on arms disappeared, but the soulmates finally found each other

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Your brother: Great, so can we sit in the family seats to watch the game from now on? The view must be good.

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[hl-obsessed]

Hi! No hate, just curious what you think Louis meant with that reply. I’m feeling kind of hurt and would love a different interpretation. Thanks!

Ok so this is long one, anon.

An this is my letter of complain to the fandom. I'm disappointed in you guys.

(this might be a little chaotic but bare with me)

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Louis isn't stupid - that's first of all. He knows damn good what he's doing.

Second - we actually know shit. We have no idea what he was actually talking about.

But if we taking this as Larry and Parma ham thing and clearly denying this, then here we go:

_

You talking about how weird it was that he told us day before that he's going to be on for a chat.

Especially when he spent time on social medias yesterday liking and commenting on posts. He could have just start replying to the questions on tt because there are hundreds everyday just waiting for him, and fandom would catch on him being online in seconds and would start asking things immediately. There wasn't actually reason for this unless... it been step up.

Set up that someone form above could monitor things, his every step, every move.

There probably was sheet ready with questions he had to answer. Babygate, denying Larry, usual shit.

Maybe there was one answer for one song he pulled out on tour.

One for 505, one for 7, one for HIM in Back To You. Or one for songs and another ones for lights, one for blue and green, other for rainbow ones.

We think he just did that because he could and wanted to. What if he went for an agreement, that he can do this but he will have to make some comments denying all this in the future.

1 for us and 1 for antis and all the aprrences that they are keeping of him for years.

And you're treating him like he isn't the first victim in all of this. He was put in the closet, he had to sign off contract for kid to protect everything what's important to him and hid it even deeper.

You all getting pissed like he killed your mothers, and you fucking forget that's it's not about you. Larry is him, it's them. It thier lives. He can say whatever shit he wants because it is about him.

And break up with ealnor? You thought this wouldn't have consequences? Third question is maybe exactly for that.

He can do so much that is screaming Larry over and over again, for weeks on tour, and you hanging him for one comment.

True that people only see you mistakes, no matter how much good you do.

You all thinking he's stupid and he get mad to the point he didn't even saw he answered to the wrong tweet.

No one fucking thinks he did it on purpose?

Chicken in parma ham is so important, it always was. What if they made him answer Larry question and he answered wrong one on purpose, because he knew it will get enough or even more attention that way. The Above will check it out on thier list and move on, but he known real fans will know the truth.

That he didn't actually write it under right question on purpose, that he didn't actually mess with original meaning of this.

Great to see that you all are turing against him instead of thinking what he could mean by that.

I was searching for this quote when he said the fans can listen to what he's truly saying between the lines.

He doing so much cryptic shit and you are getting hung up on one fucking thing he said. Thing he probably HAD TO say.

I'll be up for the chat was a warning. I'll be up under supervision. I might say things you don't like but i had to say it. You know me, i know you, and i know you lot know how to read between the lines.

And you're giving him what for that?

There is that saying that there's no difference how they're talking about you, what's important is that they are talking.

Another box checked, Louis is trending on twitter.

You often say how brilliant his mind is and how you love the way he's thinking.

And now what, you think he just straight away get pissed, went stupid with it, and shoot rude comment at one of his fans because of what?

He's public person. He has to keep appearances. He's forced to keep an image they where building for years.

He often says how important we are to him. He wouldn't just lasched out like that on the fan, to silence stupid theories. Especially when this never works.

From time to time there is some comment that seems to be harsh. But you don't just hate him for that, especially when he does so much loud things that says otherwise.

He's tying to protect this. Them. Us. With keeping both sides happy. Can't you see that?

I'm so pissed at you guys right now.

And i'm going to protect this boy to the grave, at all costs.

[appocalipse]

see for yourself ⋆ sirius black

summary: after a party, you tell sirius how you ended things with the guy you've been seeing because he was a bit jealous of your friendship with him. sirius shows you that maybe he was right to be.

"You're in a good mood."

Sirius looks at you from his place on the floor and grins, wild and boyish. It makes your stomach do flips that you'd rather not think about too much, lest it leads to things you really shouldn't be thinking about.

"Must be your charming company," he says before looking back up at the ceiling, fingers laced behind his head.

He's laying spreadeagle on the hardwood floor, staring up at the slowly rotating fan and taking occasional swigs from an open bottle of Firewhisky beside him. Everyone but Remus, with whom Sirius shares the flat, had already gone home hours ago, leaving only you and Sirius behind in the living room.

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you doing it, setting your empty cup on the coffee table. You lean back against the sofa and fold one leg up under the other so you can turn to face him fully. "Remind me again why you're not sitting on furniture like a normal person?"

"It's more fun down here." He turns his head enough for you to catch his wolfish grin. "Care to join me?"

"Oh no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I should be getting home anyway. It's late."

Sirius frowns and pushes himself up into a sitting position. The look in his gray eyes is equal parts amusement and disappointment. "On a Friday night? Come on, love, we're barely tipsy. Besides, you still haven't told me what happened between you and that wanker you were seeing."

"There's nothing to tell," you shrug.

He scoffs as he crawls across the floor towards you. You bite the inside of your cheek when Sirius hoists himself onto the sofa beside you and pulls one leg up to his chest. There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that doesn't seem quite as innocent as you'd like it to be.

"He looked pretty pissed off when he left," he says, twirling a long strand of your hair around his index finger. "What'd you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. And we were together for barely three weeks. I was just...he wasn't the right guy, okay? Now shush."

You make a halfhearted attempt to turn away from him, but Sirius laughs softly and rests his head on your shoulder. "You don't say."

"Sirius."

"What? I'm glad you didn't waste any more time on that tosser. He would never have made you happy."

"How would you know?"

Sirius lifts his head and leans back far enough to look at you. His expression is one of smug self-confidence as he says, "Because I know everything."

"Everything, huh?"

"Everything."

You quirk an eyebrow. "Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

His eyes flick down to your lips for a brief moment before they find yours again, but it's enough for heat to rise in your cheeks. You could swear he starts to move closer before he blinks and turns away with a dry laugh, but by then you're not so sure anymore. "That you're bored of talking about this dolt."

The ache of disappointment in your chest must be almost palpable, because Sirius furrows his brow and asks, "Is everything alright?"

"Yup."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

Sirius gives you a knowing look and shifts on the sofa to face you more fully. His knee knocks against yours. "Don't tell me you're hung up over that berk."

"Not in the slightest."

"Liar."

"I'm not," you insist. "Really."

"Did he break your heart or something? I'll break his arm."

You laugh, though you doubt Sirius is actually joking. "Nothing happened. He was just jealous. That's all."

He frowns, then narrows his eyes at you. "Jealous of who?"

"Oh, you know, the usual suspects," you say lightly, waving a hand as if to dismiss the topic completely. But when Sirius remains silent, you let out a slow breath and (as you usually do when it comes to him) give in. "You, mostly. He said some stuff, and I didn't take too kindly to it."

A wry smile spreads across Sirius' face. He looks delighted. "What'd he say about me?"

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you rest your head back against the cushion behind you and say, "He thinks you, uh...you know, fancy me or something. That we spend too much time together. But I told him that he's crazy, obviously."

"Obviously."

The following silence bothers you.

You turn your head enough to see Sirius' face. He's staring back at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, after several moments of more tense silence, he whispers, "What if I do fancy you?"

"Sure you do," you mutter, rolling your eyes again.

Sirius places his palm on top of the hand resting between the two of you and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. "I could show you."

It takes a moment for you to register the offer.

"Did you drink more than I realized?"

"Just enough for the liquid courage to work."

Your tongue feels like sandpaper. "Sirius."

"Mmhm."

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Who says I'm being ridiculous?" he asks, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your skin. "Maybe I'm madly in love with you. Have you considered that?"

You swallow, trying to ignore the way your stomach is doing somersaults. "This isn't funny, Padfoot."

"It's not supposed to be funny."

"But—"

He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and leaning in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips. It smells of Firewhisky and mint. "Kiss me and see for yourself."

"You must be drunk."

"Only tipsy," he reminds you. "Or maybe a little drunk on you."

"You know, you're not half as funny as—mmph!"

He's kissing you. Sirius is kissing you, and dear sweet Merlin, you could swear that the world's tilting beneath you as his hands pull you closer. He hums contentedly when he feels you reciprocating, cradling your face between his palms as if to make sure that you won't go anywhere.

Not that you intend to.

It's the kind of kiss that steals your breath away. The kind of kiss you can lose yourself in without even realizing it, especially when one of his hands slides into your hair, and you moan involuntarily into his mouth.

Sirius laughs breathlessly against your lips as he eases you down onto your back. His fingers dance along your jawline before he curls them under your chin, tilting your head back and kissing his way down your throat.

"I think this went better than expected," he murmurs, pausing long enough to gently bite down on the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You gasp.

Sirius sits up suddenly. His hair hangs in front of his face like a dark curtain and his eyes glitter with amusement when he pushes it back. Your pulse jumps when you see the slight redness of his lips and the hint of mischief on his face. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

"Shut up."

He leans down and kisses you again, groaning low in his throat as your hands slide up the broad expanse of his back. "I'm starting to think you fancy me, too," he whispers, words ghosting over your mouth.

"Yeah," you admit sheepishly, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders. "I may have been lying earlier. It's not that crazy."

"May have?"

"Fine, I did lie."

"I knew it."

He looks far too smug. Just this once, you don't really mind.

[megalony]

Pregnancy Pains- Part 2

As so many of you asked and requested, I've written another part to my Eddie Diaz imagine/ mini series. Let me know what you think, I hope you will all like the angst that follows.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie's second pregnancy is far from simple and it seems that everything which can go wrong, does go wrong. Especially when it comes to giving birth.

Enjoy.

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"Oh, hello."

A surprised, somewhat bewildered smile took over Eddie's face when he walked into the living room and took in the sight in front of him.

He wasn't expecting Evan to be round when he came home from his night shift. Eddie leaned over and folded his arms over the back of the armchair as his eyes watched the pair of them. Evan and Chris were in the middle of a game, one which Chris appeared to be winning.

Evan had learned by now that Chris was both a very good player and also a bad loser. If he didn't win at least eight percent of the time, he would get very stroppy or go off in a silent mood. So whenever Evan came round, he tried to win one game and make sure he lost the rest, even if it was just by two points. He made sure Chris won.

"Hey," A grin broke out on Evan's face despite the way he tossed the remote down on the coffee table and slouched back into the sofa. He folded his arms over his chest in a gruff while Chris cheered. He had won again.

"Having fun?"

"He's beat me twice now, I'm not enjoying this." Evan joked softly and nudged Chris with his elbow before he looked back over at Eddie. "Thought I'd come and keep him entertained for you."

"Where's (Y/n)?" Eddie was more than grateful that Evan kept popping by recently. He took Chris out to the zoo, picked him up from school if (Y/n) didn't feel well enough and he kept them both company when Eddie went to work and (Y/n) got fed up of bed rest.

"Power nap, she didn't feel well." He pointed over his shoulder towards the hall before he picked the remote up again, ready for another round. It was nothing new that (Y/n) didn't feel well. Evan had been nervous at first with how badly (Y/n) felt and how sick she was, but he calmed down when Eddie told him it was sadly their new normality for now.

"Why don't you make it interesting, loser makes dinner." Eddie walked behind the sofa and patted Evan's shoulder while he leaned and kissed the top of Chris's head. He already knew that Evan would be staying for dinner. It was the least they could do, offer for him to stay when he was keeping everyone company and trying to help them out.

Plus, he was round at least twice a week to have dinner with them when he and Eddie weren't at work.

Eddie left them to it when they started the next round and he trailed down the hallway, dragging his feet behind him as he aimed for the bedroom. He wouldn't go in if (Y/n) was asleep, he didn't want to disturb or wake her, but if she was awake then he would sit with her for a while.

He quietly opened the door and poked his head round and surprise flooded his face when he looked to see the bedroom light was on and (Y/n) wasn't, in fact, in bed.

"Hi baby… what're you up to?" He looked like he had just interrupted her when she was getting dressed.

(Y/n) was sat on the end of the bed, wearing a bra, a dark grey vest top which happened to be Eddie's. And she was just pulling the hem of one of his pair of joggers tight around her hips.

He advanced over to her and moved to stand between her legs with both his hands planted down on her thighs. But (Y/n) took him by surprise when she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down to her level, stealing a sudden and rather deep kiss from his lips.

Eddie's lips curved into a grin when they parted and he tipped his forehead down against hers, breathing softly against her lips to catch his breath back.

"What was that for?"

He stayed still and watched as (Y/n) moved her hands to hold both his wrists, but he was intrigued and a little confused when she leaned forward. She buried her face in the side of his neck. He felt her holding her breath and the way she tensed in front of him. But when he moved one of their entwined hands to cup her chin and tilt her head up, she managed another sugary sweet smile at him that made his heart flutter.

"Contractions are happening… we can go soon."

A quiet laugh rumbled deep in Eddie's chest and he stole another kiss from her lips before his hand moved down to cradle her stomach.

So that was why she was suddenly so happy and up moving about. She was overjoyed to finally feel the contractions and know that in a day or so, this would all be over. They would have a baby in their arms and (Y/n) would no longer have to feel so sick and drained and unwell. No more bed rest after today.

"Hm, that's why you're so happy, is it?" He pecked her lips again and pressed his forehead down against hers. "I'd better go and ask Buck if he can babysit for us tonight then."

Eddie moved his hands around to (Y/n)'s hips when she let go of his wrists to hold his shoulders. He got her silent message and slowly helped her up to her feet. (Y/n) wanted to get ready. She wanted to get the hospital bag out and check it and go get her shoes and be ready. She wanted to explain things to Chris and see who was looking after him and make sure he was ready to be without them for the night.

"Oh!" Her hands tightened around Eddie's biceps just when he went to pull away from her. His lips parted and her head tilted down as Eddie squeezed her hips and looked down at her.

Her water had broken.

"I just got changed," (Y/n) sighed and pressed her temple against Eddie's sternum. She felt the vibrations as he laughed and leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"I guess she's finally ready to meet us."

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(Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head forward onto her arm. She could feel her fingers creating a bruising grip on the rail at the end of the bed while her left hand was deadlocked around Eddie's hand. She could feel his other hand on her lower back, running smooth circles up and down her back where the pain was radiating.

She couldn't stand up straight any more. Every time she straightened up it was like a cord snapped and she had to double over to reduce the pain.

"At least this is q-quicker than with Chris." She couldn't bring herself to lift her head up or even open her eyes so she gave a small tug on Eddie's hand.

"A few more hours and we'll have a baby girl." He murmured in response, pressing his lips to the back of her head.

It had been a two-day labour with Chris and the waiting and the agonising pain had drained them both. At least this time it seemed to be moving much quicker. (Y/n) had been frightened when the nurse said she might need a C-section, depending on whether or not the placenta moved when she went into labour.

But the scan showed it had stayed where it was and everything looked fine to have a natural birth again.

A deep groan burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she bent her knees forward, hunkering down until she was almost knelt down on the floor. She felt Eddie's hand move from her back to circle around her waist. He held her up against his chest and moulded his chest over her back, preventing her from going down on the floor. Or else he didn't think they would ever get her back up again.

"Things look to be moving swiftly in here." Claire, their midwife, poked her head around the door and smiled at the couple when Eddie tilted his head to look in her direction. "Shall we take a look at you?"

(Y/n) tried to nod but she gave a sharp tug on Eddie's hand and cried out when another contraction tore through her stomach. Her knees bent again and she looked like she was about to fall down to the floor if it weren't for both Eddie's arms that swooped around her.

"Okay, shhh, I got you." Eddie pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head and kept hold of her hips while he slowly pulled her up and tried to get her to move. Both her hands latched around his left arm that was over her chest and she dug her nails into his exposed arm, pulling it closer. She let Eddie guide her round the side of the bed.

His hands moved to her hips and he carefully turned her around and eased her down on the bed she had barely touched since they came in here.

The moment Eddie sat down on the chair and pulled it as close to the bed as he could, (Y/n) reached out for his hand again. She smiled faintly when Eddie brought her hand up to his lips and kissed up and down her wrist and the back of her hand. His other hand rubbed up and down her arm while he inched the chair closer until his knees bumped into the bedframe.

"Let's just check baby, shall we?" Claire leaned over and moved to press her hands to (Y/n)'s stomach. Their girl had been constantly wriggling around since labour started but last time she checked, baby had been facing the right way with their head down.

"Is she okay?" It was the only question (Y/n) kept asking. Nothing in this pregnancy had gone right from the beginning and they came close to losing their girl too many times. (Y/n) almost miscarried when she was severely dehydrated and then again when she had the placental abruption. She didn't want things to go wrong now.

"Heartbeat is good, but I'm afraid she's turned round. She's going to be breach, which makes things a bit more difficult for you."

(Y/n) slumped her chin down onto her chest as her shoulders started to shake and within seconds, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Why was she doing this to her? Was this the baby's fault, or was it (Y/n)'s? Had she done something wrong during this whole pregnancy?

Collapsing, dehydrated, losing weight instead of putting any on. Having the placenta move and having a large haemorrhage wasn't enough, now the baby had turned round. She had been facing the right way when they arrived. When (Y/n) was first examined they said the baby's head was in the right position facing downwards.

Why had she turned around?

"Baby, hey it's okay. You can still do this." Eddie moved his free hand to the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leaned down to kiss her temple. He let her lean her head into his chest and sob into his shirt. She would still do this, it would just be more of an uphill battle.

"I think you're ready now." Claire rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s ankle to try and calm her down and gain her attention.

"Let's have our girl, hm? Then our family's complete." Eddie pressed another kiss to the back of (Y/n)'s hand before he sat up straighter and leaned closer. He moved his arm closer to (Y/n) so she could pin it to her chest while her other hand held the bed rail.

"Big pushes (Y/n)."

She tucked her chin down into her chest and closed her eyes as tightly as she could. She could feel her knees shaking when she pulled them up and she tried to sit forward, but it felt like her stomach was being wrenched in half.

She pulled Eddie's hand up until she could press it higher to her chest and she bit back the urge to be sick. She hadn't eaten anything since she went into labour and she had nothing left to throw up, no matter what her stomach was trying to tell her.

"Again… and we've got the legs. Take a breather, try to relax for a moment."

(Y/n) wanted to smile. She really did, but she was too torn up to smile when she didn't have any energy left and she wasn't even finished yet.

She had waited nearly nine months for this moment to come and be over and done with. She had been sick, collapsed, passed out, carried into hospital and put on bed rest. All leading up to this so she could have their little girl and finally try and get her health back on track. (Y/n) wanted this baby out. She was ready to have their daughter in her arms and stop feeling so sick so she could get back to being a wife and mother.

She could feel Eddie's free hand move to tangle his fingers into her hair. He kept brushing it back in a methodical way that made her want to fall asleep. If only she could.

"Let's keep pushing."

"You're almost done baby," Eddie leaned over and nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s neck. He smiled against her skin and pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses on her skin to try and distract her and keep her calm.

Tears traced down (Y/n)'s face and she felt like she was on fire when she heard the midwife say that the arms were out. It hurt even worse when she felt the shoulders being born. She was almost there but she felt like she was out of energy now. Her last reserves were running on empty.

"I- I can't." She shook her head against Eddie and sucked her lip between her teeth. Couldn't she stop now? Couldn't it all be over and done with now?

"Yes you can, because you're so brave."

"(Y/n), you need to push now. We don't want baby waiting too long in case they try to breathe. Big pushes." Claire's tone was gentle but her words were coaxing and stern. Being breach put the risk of the baby trying to breathe while their head wasn't quite born yet. They didn't want the baby to breathe and start to suffocate so they had to be quick.

Everything burned like it was on fire and her body started to shake like she was being electrocuted which made Eddie shake along with her.

Her stomach clenched and tightened when she finally felt that last push work and the weight shifted and pulled away from her abdomen.

"I've got you," Eddie murmured against her hair when her weight slumped back into the pillows and she breathed like she was either drowning or about to be sick. He could see her eyes were half-open but she wasn't really looking or seeing anything, she was blacking out.

His hand moved to cradle the side of her face and his thumb swiped across her cheekbone beneath her eye while he leaned over with his knees pressing into the bed. His lips attached to the side of her head and he started whispering sweet nothings against her temple to try and keep her calm and get her to focus on breathing properly.

"Is… is she okay?" (Y/n) reached a shaking hand up to cup Eddie's wrist when her vision finally started to come back into focus. Seeing Eddie hovering over her with the blinding light creating a halo around him made a fuzzy feeling spread through (Y/n)'s bones and had her lips curving up into a lopsided smile.

She felt his lips press to her forehead and he smiled into her skin before he turned and looked down at Claire.

He watched her cut the cord and swaddle their girl up in a blanket before she leaned over and carefully placed her down on (Y/n)'s chest.

Tears flushed Eddie's face and he tilted his head down to press his lips against the top of their daughter's head. She was finally here. She was in their arms. Eddie didn't have to panic about losing either of them anymore. He didn't have to dread coming home and finding (Y/n) passed out or wait for a phone call where she told him she was so sick she'd lost the baby.

He didn't have to panic about driving her to the hospital in the middle of the night and be told their daughter was gone.

And now (Y/n) could start to get better.

They both knew the little girl in their arms was worth the wait, the pain and the hassle. And Eddie knew from one look at her that she was going to do the same to him that (Y/n) did. Both his girls were going to have him wrapped around their fingers.

"She's beautiful," Eddie felt his hand begin to tremble when he grazed his fingers along the back of their daughter's head. He turned to press a kiss to (Y/n)'s temple, his lips morphed by the smile that refused to budge.

(Y/n) pressed a kiss to the corner of Eddie's jaw when he leaned over her and she felt him prize his hand out of her numb grip so he could cradle the back of her head and keep her close.

"See? You did it, mi amor."

"You hold her." (Y/n) motioned their little girl towards Eddie and nodded when he just stared down at her.

She wanted to try and sit up and gather her senses, which she couldn't do with their daughter in her arms taking all of her attention. And (Y/n) knew the placenta hadn't come away yet, she needed that to happen so she could truly calm down and get a drink and maybe try and sleep.

The team would be up here soon enough and Chris wanted to come down as soon as they had the baby. (Y/n) would need to gather her senses and liven up before they had any visitors.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he carefully slid his hands beneath the small bundle on her chest. He lifted their girl as carefully as he could and tilted her back so she was leaning on his chest instead. His lips pressed to the top of her head and he started to sway from side to side as he stood up rather than sitting back down. Eddie had a sudden wave of energy that he needed to get rid of.

"Do we have a name in mind?" Claire wrote down a few notes while she had a moment. Her eyes flickered between the couple as (Y/n) grinned and nodded up at Eddie who was a mix of crying and laughing.

"Lilah."

They had kept Chris's gender a surprise, mainly because Eddie had been away in the army and (Y/n) didn't want a baby shower or anything without Eddie home. He missed out on so much, (Y/n) didn't want to know the gender without him and have to tell him over a screen.

But this time they wanted to find out and when they did, they started going through names. They had Lilah picked out for over a month now and it was set in stone. Just looking at her cemented the name for them.

"That's lovely. Oh, this is Lindsey, she will take baby to get her cleaned and weighed and then bring her right back to you."

Claire wrote down Lilah's name on the small plastic band she had ready and handed it to another midwife who gingerly knocked and poked her head around the door.

It was clear in his eyes that Eddie didn't want to hand his daughter over to someone. He wanted to keep her right here on his chest or have her in the room with them. But he knew she needed to be cleaned and dressed and checked over before he could sit and fuss her all afternoon.

He leaned forward and carefully eased her down into the young girl's arms and watched with tightening lungs as she disappeared out the room with his daughter.

"Okay (Y/n), can you do some small pushes for the placenta please? Then we can get you sorted and more comfortable." She pulled on a new pair of gloves and sat down on the end of the bed near (Y/n)'s ankles.

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) gently tugged on Eddie's arm, silently asking him to sit down next to her. He obliged happily, squishing onto the side of the bed and he curved his left arm around her shoulders to help her sit up and lean into his chest. His lips pressed to the back of her head and he rubbed his hand up and down her arm with a smile.

(Y/n) curled her right hand around Eddie's thigh and moved her left hand to grip the bed rail again to steady herself. She tried to smile, but she didn't have the energy to start pushing. At least the placenta was smaller and more squishy and compact. It should be easier than Lilah. (Y/n) remembered the placenta coming so quickly after she had Chris, she barely felt it.

She tried to push. She did her best, but she couldn't feel her legs anymore and her pelvis felt like it had been shattered apart.

A sudden, sharp pain like a knife to the abdomen caused (Y/n) to jolt forward and a gasp tumbled past her lips.

"Ow- ow!" Her hand let go of the rail to push deeply into the side of her stomach and she flopped her head into Eddie's chest as she started to take sharp breaths.

Her hand scratched into Eddie's thigh like she was trying to tear through to the muscle but Eddie barely felt it. His eyes were focused on looking between (Y/n)'s thighs.

She was bleeding.

His left arm moved down to curl tighter around her waist and his right hand moved to cup the side of (Y/n)'s face. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and leaned her into him when she started to cry. She was haemorrhaging and the placenta hadn't even come away yet.

"Alright baby, shh. Deep, slow breaths with me, look?" He spoke against her temple and tried to shift his focus so he was taking deep breaths. She needed to slow down and breathe deeply so she took in more oxygen and stayed calm.

But his gaze shifted back down to the bed when (Y/n) cried out. He felt her face smother into his chest and her body curled over with her knees jabbing up into her chest. Another pitiful cry left her lips along with something that resembled a weak scream and Eddie watched in horror as the haemorrhage started to get worse.

It looked like a tap had turned on. The bedsheets were turning crimson and (Y/n)'s body was shaking as she clung to Eddie like he could somehow make a difference or take her pain away.

"I've got you. Shh, here we go."

Eddie shuffled back off the bed and chucked the pillow down on the floor so he could slowly lay (Y/n) down on her back. He noticed Claire page for a doctor before she got up and moved to the medicine drawer.

He let (Y/n) deadlock both hands around his left arm and he smothered his lips against her flushed temple while his other hand moved to her stomach. He started to push down and rub circles along her stomach.

"Hurts,"

"Not for long baby, the doctor's coming now."

"Just a small injection to clot your blood (Y/n), stay still honey." Claire lifted (Y/n)'s hospital gown and pressed around her lower abdomen to find the right spot for the medication. She injected it quickly while Eddie leaned down over (Y/n) so she couldn't move or jolt from the pain.

"D-don't leave me." (Y/n) turned her head to the side and pressed her face into Eddie's arm.

"I'm not going anywhere, mi amor. I'm staying right here with my girl, hm?"

She felt his hand move from her stomach to cradle the back of her head and it was soothing to have his lips against her temple. His fingers carded through her hair but she could feel herself beginning to tremble back and forth and her hands tightened on Eddie's arm. She tried to move his hand to her stomach where the pain was but she couldn't find the energy or the will to move.

Claire's voice sounded like it was turning to mush or as if (Y/n) had her head held underwater and everything was clogged and distant and so far away. She couldn't hear Claire asking if she wanted some morphine for the pain. She could barely hear Eddie answer for her.

"She's in agony, give her the morphine." She needed something, anything for the pain.

Claire briefed the doctor on the situation when the elder woman entered the room and took a scan of the notes. She looked over (Y/n)'s heart rate monitor and quickly assessed her vitals, but everyone froze when the monitor started to beep.

Her pulse was dropping.

"(Y/n)? Can you hear me?" The doctor leaned over her and lifted her pupil to flash a light across her eye, but she didn't gain much of a reaction. Her gaze momentairely cast across to Eddie before she looked back down at (Y/n). "Claire, a dose of adrenaline please."

Eddie watched with rabid eyes as the doctor held (Y/n)'s left arm straight and injected a dose of adrenaline into the crease of her elbow. If her heartbeat dropped any lower she would go into cardiac arrest. They all focused on the monitor while Eddie let the uneven beeping and the drastic volume flood one ear and drift straight out the other.

His eyes focused on (Y/n) and his hand started to smooth through her hair while his other hand reached down and grabbed her hand. He locked his fingers tightly around hers and waited.

It felt like a miracle when her fingers weakly squeezed his hand and the monitor started to pick up again. But her heartbeat was still ten beats less than what it had been before.

"Eddie…"

"I'm still here, baby, it's okay." He kissed her temple and brushed her hair away from her face, trying to smile when she leaned into the touch.

"Alright, put her on oxygen and monitor her for ten minutes. If the placenta doesn't come away, give medication to initiate contractions. Let's sit her back up and keep her lucid."

Eddie hooked an arm around (Y/n)'s back and pulled her carefully into his chest while the doctor placed the pillow back behind her. And she elevated the bed so when Eddie leaned (Y/n) back down, she was sitting up instead of lying down.

He could tell she didn't like the oxygen tube Claire secured around her ears and beneath her nose, but it was for her own good. It would help her heartbeat pick up and keep her awake.

He let himself slump down on the side of the bed and pulled (Y/n)'s hand to rest over his thigh. His hand moved up and down her arm and every now and then he leaned over to kiss her temple. The doctor kept an eye on her levels and they all teetered around on egg shells, waiting to see if the placenta would come away yet.

All of a sudden, (Y/n) tugged on Eddie's hand and moved it towards her stomach. She pulled her knees up and groaned, slumping her head forward until her temple bashed into Eddie's shoulder and her chest fell onto his.

"Try and push, (Y/n), just little pushes, placenta's coming now."

(Y/n) tried, but it didn't feel like she had any control over her body. Her stomach was tensing and squeezing of its own accord, she didn't really have to push or do anything at all. Her head turned to the side and she tucked her face into Eddie's neck, whimpering and letting her tears soak into his skin. Her right hand stayed deadlocked in his and she moved her left arm to slump onto his back to hold him tight.

"Good girl, you're doing so well." He whispered against her hair, cupping the back of her neck with his fingers tangling in her hair.

He felt (Y/n) start to shake back and forth against him but he couldn't have felt more relieved when Claire finally delivered the placenta.

That was it. They could let (Y/n) relax now. They could clean her up and get her on some more pain relief and let her sleep. She could start to recover and feel better now, Eddie could stop worrying now.

"I'm giving her another dose of adrenaline, to keep her heart leveling out in case she has another bleed."

Eddie didn't like the sound of that, but he nodded all the same as the doctor gave (Y/n) another quick injection in her elbow. He understood. She didn't want (Y/n)'s heart to start to drop now that her body was finished pushing and she was at risk of another haemorrhage which would disrrupt her heart.

"Doctor… it's not all here."

"What?" Eddie whipped his head to the right and looked at the pair of them, fury burning in his eyes. He looked over Claire who had a metal dish in her hands, he blood-soaked gloves clinging tight to the dish.

"Part of the placenta has broken off, it's retained." She had examined the placenta as they always did to make sure it was in tact. This one wasn't. Part of it had broken and it wasn't here or on the bed, which meant it was still somewhere in the womb. They needed to get it delivered soon before (Y/n) had another bleed or gained an infection.

"Get it out-"

"Mr Diaz, we will. I don't want to push (Y/n)'s body too far, let's give her something to induce contractions, see if we can't get it out naturally."

A small whimper bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips when Eddie leaned her backwards and carefully laid her back against the pillow. He let her keep hold of his hand and he ran his other fingers up and down her arm while the doctor leaned over her other side.

"Just another quick injection (Y/n)."

Eddie felt the shudder that passed through (Y/n)'s body and the way she cried when the needle punctured into her sensitive, sore stomach. And he knew she didn't like or understand why she now felt her stomach clenching and tightening again.

She'd had the baby. She had the placenta. Why was it still hurting?

Her arms- and Eddie's hand she wouldn't let go of- cocooned around her middle and she brought her knees up to her stomach as she began to cry. Tears drenched her already sodden face and gasps bubbled past her lips as her stomach clenched, squeezed and then relaxed every few seconds.

"Hurts!"

"I know baby, I know." Leaning down, Eddie attached his lips to the side of (Y/n)'s head and cradled the side of her neck. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't make the pain go away or make it stop or get her body to be rid of that last piece of the puzzle that would end (Y/n)'s torment. She had been through enough, but Eddie couldn't make it stop.

He felt the way (Y/n) started to wheeze in between gasps and her body was shaking worse. It felt like each contraction she had lasted longer and started to tear her muscles apart instead of just tightening and relaxing them. The rhythm was uneven and unpredictable and it was agony.

"Eddie…"

When the minutes started to tick by, Eddie pressed a lasting kiss to the side of (Y/n)'s head before he looked down at Claire. She shook her head. It hadn't come away.

"You can't leave her like this- she's in fucking agony. Do something!" The dangerous tone to Eddie's voice said it all. If they didn't do something, he would.

"Claire, go book theatre. This isn't working and we can't risk another mass haemorrhage. A surgeon can remove the last piece, and make sure there's no internal bleeding." They didn't have a choice. (Y/n)'s body wasn't doing this on its own anymore and there was no other medication they could give to make the placenta come away. More medication could send (Y/n) into a cardiac arrest.

They needed to remove the placenta before (Y/n) got an infection or another bleed or she passed away. This was their last resort.

"Alright baby, it's all gonna be over now. You just hang in there for me, okay? Don't leave me."

***

"So, how is she? You said on the phone it went a bit haywire." Evan planted his hand down on Eddie's shoulder and gave him a little nudge as they walked down the corridor. Chris speeding in front of them out of earshot, even though he didn't know which room was (Y/n)'s.

Eddie glanced between him and Bobby, the first two who were down here at the hospital to visit (Y/n). Hen, Chimney and Maddie said they would stop by later and Eddie's parents would be in town by tonight to see their granddaughter.

"Better than expected. After Lilah came out breach, she had a mass haemorrhage, an op to remove the placenta and two blood transfusions and seven stitches in her abdomen. And she can't remember most of it."

Eddie scratched his hand along the back of his neck and tried to take a deep breath. He didn't mean to go off on one, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't see why things had gone so wrong, or why everything had to happen to them.

He had resorted to praying with Lilah in his arms while (Y/n) had been in surgery because a large part of Eddie didn't believe (Y/n) would come out alive. The state she had been in when she left him made him fear for the future. He couldn't bring up Chris and a newborn alone, he couldn't do it without (Y/n).

"At least she's on the mend." Bobby tried to smile and they all watched Chris spot (Y/n)'s name on the door and rush to open it.

"And it's over now. She's worth it, right? Lilah?" Evan's question was rhetorical, he wasn't expecting an answer with the way he stormed ahead after Chris to go and see (Y/n) and the new addition.

But his words made Eddie stop in his tracks and stare ahead of him at the corridor that seemed to stretch on and on in front of him.

Worth it?

Was Eddie selfish? Was he a horrid person- the world's most cruel dad for thinking that it would be easier to lose the baby than to lose (Y/n)?

Of course she was worth it. That was all (Y/n) and Eddie had been thinking all these months when (Y/n) could barely get herself out of bed or stand up straight or was crippled over in pain. It would be worth it because they would have a boy and a girl. They would have a baby girl to cherish and gush over, they would have another addition to their family.

And they had always talked about having lots of kids. After Chris's diagnosis, they decided to wait. See how Chris did, focus on him and make sure he was okay first, then talk about more kids.

But Eddie didn't want more, not now. Not after what he'd just witnessed. If more kids came with the cost of possibly losing (Y/n), then Eddie wouldn't pay that price.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie pushed ahead and followed Bobby into the room.

"Mummy!"

"Hi baby, oh I missed you!" (Y/n) bound her arms around Chris and let him scramble onto the bed and sit beside her. She smothered her lips against his temple as he leaned on her thigh.

She was sat cross-legged in the bed, wearing Eddie's lounge wear shorts and one of his hoodies. She knew she didn't look her best, but she wanted to feel comfortable and Eddie's clothes were loose and baggy on her, just what she needed right now. The hoodie stopped her scratching the IV which was hidden beneath the cuff that Eddie kept pulling over her hand to hide the temptation of scratching the needle loose.

It also hung around her hips so it didn't touch her abdomen or irritate the stitches she had beneath her belly button where they had to operate.

Her eyes drifted around the room, watching Evan give her a signature smile before he moved to the small cot holding Lilah in the corner of the room. She grinned tiredly at Bobby who leaned over to give her a small hug before he sat down near Evan.

And when her eyes landed on Eddie, she kept one arm around Chris and reached her other hand out for her husband.

He took her hand, pressed a gentle kiss to her wrist, then sat down on the bed so he was facing her. His free hand moved to squeeze her exposed thigh and he feathered his fingertips up and down her leg as he smiled softly at her.

This outcome might be worth the risks, but Eddie was certain of one thing.

They weren't taking this risk ever again.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Right! Here we go. Ghosts Finale Positivity Post as I rewatch.

- Robin being an excited little kid for Christmas is the cutest thing, even if it's Halloween.

- Alison's face when she's showing the ghosts Mia before she has to put the mask on. Also the fact one of her first priorities after giving birth was for Mike to call them and reassure her they're OK.

- "Since Alison come, it been my favorite time of year." I love you Robin, I love you, I love you.

- Nana Fanny is surprisingly sweet? I never imagined her being that maternal before, she never spoke of her children.

- "Robin want more." 🥺 HE IS SO BABY.

- "Think of the child, Alison!" Thomas just kills it with that line. 😂

- Julian caring about putting Robin in the Christmas mood. Chess Husbands are the Joey and Chandler of this show for me.

- Mike was fully about to reveal the truth to Betty but his wife said Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss. It's just so on point for them.

- "She doesn't want to see Fanny on camera." Has someone compiled all these jokes yet?

- Alison's little thumbs up to Julian, they are just chaos buddies.

- Mike being a terrible liar is hilarious.

- Mike warning the ghosts to leave! Like he has no real connection to these guys except through Alison but doesn't want any of them in danger. 🥺

- "Betty's bought the pastor!" "Pasta? That not very Christmassy." Robin I swear to god.

- That close in shot of Julian is the funniest scene in the episode. Also Robin "I think we should go-" chess husbands stick together.

- Kitty remembering Humphrey! She's always seemed to be the one who is most concerned for him. <3

- This. Just this.

- Thomas, normally the most self-obsessed git, being the one to jump into the line of fire to rescue Humphrey is also <3 <3

- This expression on Alison broke my heart and had me going "babygirl oh babygirl!" at my TV.

- But then.... 😁🥰😁

- CHESS HUSBANDS SHOULDER TOUCH

- As chaotic as the scene is, Kitty wanting to sing Mia a lullaby is cute and shows she's trying to move past her jealousy...I think.

- Fanny calling Alison her daughter. I'm not OK.

- This had me howling. 😂

- Mike saying "thanks guys." There's as many Mike / ghosts moments as Alison ones here.

- Julian being so happy Robin feels Christmassy!

- This could be an oil painting. My girl. 😭

- Best use of a song and lyrics timed with what's happening.

- THE PORTRAITS! Such a tiny detail but tells you Alison had her input into how the hotel was set up. She made it for her and Mike but she left it for THEM!

- The last we hear from Alison is her laughter. All these years. All these years and they are loving and LAUGHING together.

- Plague Ghosts always had to be the ones to bow us out. Again, while she wasn't super close to them, I like to think Alison suggested the pit as a good place for the spa, for them. 🥰

.....Okay that was a little better on second viewing ngl.

(For anyone wondering why I don't mention any of the PatCap moments, sorry I'm just not a big fan of baby scenes and babytalk etc.)

[starlitmelanin]

feelings don’t lie | aurélien tchouaméni

pairing - aurélien x fem!reader

word count - 2.1k

warnings - none

summary - he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his. you didn't know what to call it, what was happening between you, but you liked it.

you had never really believed in fairytales, the whole prince charming thing. it always felt too contrived, too far removed from reality. so when aurélien came into your life, it wasn't some grand gesture or a sweeping romance. it was small moments, little bits and pieces that somehow stitched themselves into something meaningful.

it started in the most unremarkable way. you were both at a party, one of those mind-numbing social obligations that you would rather skip. but you went, because sometimes you have to, and because your friends would drag you out of your cave if you didn't. aurélien was there too, not exactly blending in but not standing out either. just another face in the crowd, until he wasn't.

it was a simple conversation, really. you were standing by the bar, nursing a drink you didn't even like, when he came up beside you. "not a fan of the punch?" he asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

you glanced at him, not really in the mood for small talk, but something in his eyes held your attention. "it's terrible," you replied, and he laughed. it was a good laugh, genuine, and it made you smile despite yourself.

"i'm aurélien," he said, extending a hand.

"y/n," you replied, shaking his hand.

and that was it. no fireworks, no instant connection that made your heart race. just a simple introduction, two people making small talk at a party. but somehow, that night set off a chain of events that neither of you could have predicted.

you started seeing him more often, at parties, gatherings, even randomly at some upscale restaurant. it became a running joke between you two, how you always seemed to bump into each other.

"maybe it's fate," he'd say with a wink, and you'd roll your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.

it wasn't long before you started spending time together outside of those chance encounters. coffee dates, movie nights, lazy afternoons in your apartment. it was all so easy, so natural. you didn't have to pretend or put on a facade. you could just be you, and he could just be him.

and that's where it got confusing. because you liked him, a lot. but it wasn't the all-consuming, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of like. it was softer, gentler. it was the way he made you laugh, the way he listened when you talked, the way he made you feel seen. it was the way he made you feel like you belonged.

but you weren't his, and he wasn't yours. there were no labels, no expectations. just two people enjoying each other's company, no strings attached. it was silly and fragile and good, and you didn't want to ruin it by overthinking.

one evening, you found yourself at his apartment. it was a modest place, not ridiculously fancy but comfortable, lived-in. he was cooking dinner, and you were sitting on the counter, watching him. it was one of those domestic moments that felt oddly intimate, and you couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he asked, glancing at you with a knowing smile.

"nothing," you lied, but he didn't buy it.

"come on, y/n. i know you better than that."

you sighed, playing with some spice container. "i don't know what to call this," you admitted. "what's happening between us."

he paused, looking thoughtful. "does it need a label?"

"i don't know. maybe?"

he placed the lid back over the pot, coming over to stand in front of you. he took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "do you like what we have?"

"yes," you said without hesitation.

"then let's not worry about labels. let's just enjoy it."

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. he was right. why complicate things with labels and definitions? what you had was good, and that was enough.

and so, you continued. there were more coffee dates, more movie nights, more lazy afternoons. there were moments that felt almost like a relationship, but without the pressure. you became each other's confidants, sounding boards, safe spaces.

there were nights when he'd hold you close, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. there were days when you'd tease each other mercilessly, laughing until your sides ached. there were times when words weren't necessary, when just being together was enough.

but there were also moments of doubt. moments when you wondered if he felt the same way you did. moments when you questioned if you were just setting yourself up for heartbreak. because as much as you liked what you had, there was always that nagging thought in the back of your mind: what if it's not enough?

one night, after a particularly long day, you found yourself lying next to him, staring at the ceiling. you could hear his steady breathing, feel the warmth of his body next to yours. you felt safe, content. but there was also that familiar ache, the longing for something more.

"aurélien," you whispered, not wanting to wake him but needing to say it.

"hmm?" he murmured, half-asleep.

"what are we?"

he was silent for a moment, then turned to face you, his eyes soft and sleepy. "we're us," he said simply. "does that need to change?"

you shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "no, it's just... sometimes i wonder."

he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle. "i care about you, y/n. a lot. but i don't want to rush things or put pressure on us. can we just be? for now?"

you nodded, feeling a mixture of confusion and sadness. it wasn't the answer you'd hoped for, but it was honest. and maybe that was enough. for now.

so you stayed. you continued to share your days and nights. you continued to build something, something that apparently didn't need labels to be real.

because in the end, it wasn't about defining what you had, right? it was about the way he made you feel, the way you made him feel. it was about the moments you shared, the memories you created. it was about finding something good in the midst of the chaos.

and maybe, just maybe, that was all that mattered.

or maybe it wasn’t.

days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the rhythm of your connection with aurélien settled into something familiar yet always slightly unpredictable. you both continued navigating your own lives, but there was an unspoken understanding that you'd always find your way back to each other.

one evening, after a particularly grueling day at work, you found yourself at aurélien's door. you hadn't planned on going over, but the need to see him, to be in his presence, was too strong to ignore. you knocked lightly, and when he opened the door, the sight of his smile was enough to make the day's stress melt away.

"hey you," he greeted, pulling you into a hug.

"hey," you sighed into his chest, the scent of his cologne instantly calming your nerves.

"rough day?" he asked, leading you inside.

"you have no idea," you replied, kicking off your shoes and collapsing onto his couch. "i just needed to see you."

he sat down beside you, his hand finding yours. "well, you're here now. tell me all about it."

you talked, and he listened. he always listened. it was one of the things you appreciated most about him. he never tried to fix things or offer unsolicited advice; he just let you vent, understanding that sometimes, that's all you needed.

"thanks," you said after a while, your head resting on his shoulder. "for always being here."

"always," he replied softly, kissing the top of your head.

but as the months passed, the lines between this casual, nameless ‘thing’ between you and something slightly more continued to blur. there were moments when you caught him looking at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. moments when his touch lingered just a bit too long, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made you ache for more.

one night, you were both at a friend's birthday party. the atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and music, but all you could focus on was him. he seemed to sense your gaze, his eyes meeting yours from across the room. without a word, he made his way over to you, the crowd parting like the red sea.

"want to get out of here?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

you found yourselves at a small, quiet location, the night air cool against your skin. you walked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city.

"do you ever think about us?" you asked suddenly, the words escaping before you could stop them.

he stopped, turning to face you. "all the time," he admitted, his eyes searching yours.

"and?" you prompted, your heart pounding in your chest.

"and... i don't want to lose what we have," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "but i also don't want to live with 'what ifs.'"

"what are you saying?" you asked quietly, barely daring to breathe.

he took a step closer, his hand cupping your cheek. "i'm saying that i want to try. i want to see where this can go. but only if you do too."

tears welled in your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming emotion of the moment. "i do," you said, your voice slightly trembling. "i really do."

his lips found yours in a kiss that felt like coming home. it was soft and hesitant at first, as if you were both testing the waters, but it quickly deepened, a year's worth of unspoken feelings pouring out.

when you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other's. "so what now?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"now," he said, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, "we figure it out. together."

and you did.

it wasn't always easy, and there were moments of doubt, but you faced them together. you learned to communicate, to be vulnerable, to trust in what you were building.

the transition from friends to something more wasn't always smooth. there were moments when old habits clashed with new expectations, when you had to remind yourselves that you were in this together. but those moments of tension were always followed by moments of growth, of understanding each other a little better.

you found a balance between the comfort of your friendship and the excitement of your new relationship. you continued to share your lives, but now there was an added layer of intimacy, a deeper connection that made everything feel more profound.

there were lazy sunday mornings spent tangled in each other's arms, quiet evenings cooking dinner together, spontaneous adventures that took you to new places and brought you even closer. every moment, big or small, felt significant because you were sharing it with him.

and through it all, you never lost the feeling that had been there from the beginning—the feeling of belonging. he made you feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be, and you did the same for him.

one night, as you lay in bed together, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the room, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together. because what you had was no longer something fragile—it was something real, something that would endure.

something that would last.

[khunyuki]

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 𝚐. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝...

Synopsis: Narumi Gen is really frustrated at the fact that his crush, his soldier, his platoon leader, and his friend whom he thought he had something special with, was actually his rival's fiancee.

Pairing/s: Unrequited!Narumi Gen x OC

Note/s: Part 2 of side story d! Letter g for Gen!

Genre: Angst

Masterlist: TOC, Previous, Next

Narumi Gen and Uzui Kagami are friends despite their positions as captain and officer. It was something the rest of the First Division knows yet they think that there's something else going on. There were rumors that officer Uzui is dating the Vice Captain of the Third Division but they deem it as unreliable information.

Why? Well...

It's because they think their captain and her are secretly dating.

They watch as their captain sip on his four seasons shake under the parasol while leisurely leaning on his deckchair. Some unfortunate officers were fanning him like servants. It would seem like he's on a vacation at the beach but in reality, he's just barking out orders while watching the new recruits train. Once he got bored, he started playing on his game console.

'This is tyranny' everyone thought as they watch their captain chilling on the side while they suffer from the harsh sunlight as they train. They couldn't help but feel envy and annoyed as there is nothing they could do about it. Even their vice captain and other platoon leaders couldn't do anything as he gives out advice while doing so.

All hope seems to be lost as they suffer from who knows how long until they saw their savior. Their savior in the form of a woman whom they keep underestimating yet never relenting. She appeared like a ghost that is always there whenever she's needed.

They watch as their captain suddenly perk up like a dog seeing his owner. He started talking to her excitedly while she just listen to him calmly. Only after he finished talking did she respond to him, obviously scolding him for his wrong display of authority. It wasn't the shouting type like their vice captain but rather the gentle parenting type. Their captain must've said something as they saw her rub her temples and sigh, then she picked him up like a princess and left to their destination.

That is exactly the reason why they think those two are going out. Their captain obviously have a crush on her from how he reacts whenever she's around. Officer Uzui usually have this cold aura around her that makes one unable to approach but that seem to disappear whenever their captain is involved. Their closeness is evident, mostly because of the skinship they show. No normal person would carry and hug someone they don't like right???

"See! They're totally going out!"

"It's weird combination but they really compliment each other well"

"I ship captain Narumi x officer Uzui"

Mentions of them suiting each other and how they ship them together makes Narumi Gen feel so giddy like a teenager. He's proud yet a bit disappointed. If only there wasn't any Hoshina Soshiro around, he would've make a move on her a long time ago.

"You were just smiling then now you're frowning. Are you experiencing mood swings now, Gen-kun?"

Hearing her call him Gen-kun always gives him so much pleasure, he would squirm like a worm if he wasn't in her arms at the moment. He's really happy that she's comfortable enough with him to even joke around that he daydreams in her arms of what they could be, unintentionally ignoring her in tbe process.

"Weirdo"

Seeing as he wasn't responding, stuck in his own world, she just shook and head and ignored him. She couldn't guess why he was acting like that at all, rather she doesn't even try as most of the time he's like that. It's a good news for him that she doesn't know cause she would've broken his spirits if she did. This woman have excellent hearing that could reach far away yet she just lets it in one ear out the other. She doesn't bother listening or understanding what people say as she thinks it's just insults towards her yet again.

Narumi Gen thinks that maybe he would have a chance if he try but looking at her face, he's back in his cowardice. From what he read in his mangas and novels, arranged marriages that started from childhood doesn't work out in the long run. The protagonist's true love would appear and take her away from her fiance that she doesn't have a good relationship with. On one hand, she could ditch that bastard Hoshina and be with him instead. On the other, it could strengthen their bond and leave him alone in his misery. He didn't want to take that risk.

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Hibino Kafka, otherwise known as Kaiju No.8, is someone Narumi Gen has yet to recognize. He's the reason Kagami no longer has any time for him and gets scolded by the higher ups every time she visits him. He also hurt the person he respects the most, the Director General of the Defense Force, Shinomiya Isao, right in front of his very eyes. There's no way he could forgive that so easily. Cuz what if he goes out of control again and hurt Kagami this time around?

Uzui Kagami was getting reprimanded for trying to befriend Kaiju no.8 for the 5th time this week. If she continues, there's a high chance she'd get suspended and no longer be capable of helping. But she perseveres as this was something her fiancee requested of her and she'll see it through no matter what. Even if she has to lie and make things up to other people, just so she could keep a close eye on Hibino Kafka.

As soon as she left the room, she was greeted by the sight of her captain leaning against the wall. She knows why he's here and it's for the same reason as the last 4 times she was summoned.

"I heard you're going to be suspended if you keep this up. Why go so far for that guy?"

No longer does he call Kafka as Kaiju No.8 in front of her since she'd frown and ignore him if he did. She wasn't normally so stubborn yet she keeps in insisting this time.

"He's interesting. A human turning into a kaiju. This is the first time something like that has happened"

Like a broken record, she repeated her reply o that question for the 5th time. She started walking back to her squad. A platoon leader like her should be watching over her squad right now instead of whatever she's doing.

"Is it because of Hoshina? I'm right, aren't I?"

She came to an abrupt stop and turn to her captain that was following behind her, maintaining an unbothered expression.

"I don't know how Vice Captain Hoshina is involved in all of this, sir"

Gen realized that he must've hit the right vein. It was just a suspicion as he couldn't really believe it himself. There's no way she'd be that stubborn just because it involves her fiance.

"He's your fiance, right? He must've asked you to risk your safety just to watch over that guy. You try to lie but you reveal yourself by calling me sir"

She looks directly at where his eyes are covered by his bangs as he stares into her own.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I am doing this out of my own volition not because he asked me to"

"You're so stubborn. I just don't want you getting hurt"

He pushed back his hair due to frustration. Can't she see that he's worried about her? He only wants her to be safe away from that kaiju yet she willingly goes in harm's way just because of her damned fiance.

"I appreciate your concern but I can handle myself. If you'll excuse me, my squad needs me"

She saluted as she left him alone in the hallway. In the end, she chooses to protect her fiance's name by keeping quiet. He hates it. Why? Just why can't it be him? Why can't it be him that she cares about?

He wanted to chase after her and hold her in his arms as he confesses his feelings towards her. He wanted her to look back and return to his side but as he gazes at her disappearing back, he realized that he's powerless and that there's nothing he could do. He's called as Japan's Strongest yet in front of her, his title is insignificant compared to the man he proclaimed as his rival.

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Months after the Anti-No. 9 Eastern Divisional Conference that was held in Ariake Maritime Base, the Third Division kept having joint training exercises with the First Division.

That means Narumi Gen will see his rival's face over and over again. The rivalry between the two divisions are as clear as day and has become even more evident recently. Maybe because they all knew of the love triangle happening between Captain Narumi, Vice Captain Hoshina, and Platoon Leader Uzui. The First Division is filled with GenxKagami shippers while the Third Division roots for SoshiroxKagami.

All of the sparks thrown between them while the main cause of all this is oblivious to it all, having only her fiance in her mind. She always tries to keep it professional as she avoids the Third Division upon the insistence of the division. She'd still be her captain's babysitter who was even harder to manage whenever they're at the base. She tries, she really does but if Soshiro ever calls for her, she's immediately be by his side.

Uzui Kagami is professional while at work. She doesn't let romance go in her way but Gen knows. She'd bend and break the rules all for the sake of her love.

That's why he feels so sick to his stomach as he saw them stealing kisses with each other when they think no one is around. Maybe they know and that they're doing it on purpose. He wouldn't put it past that sly fox when he saw him looking at his direction as he watches them.

He hates it.

He hates this.

That should be him.

He could feel his heart breaking into pieces as that bastard tramples on it until it turns into sand and is gone with the wind.

He couldn't bear watching the woman he loves with another.

So he just walked away.

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Notes/s: Thanks for the idea @imthecosmicbasball! I dedicate the last part to you!

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[bloodyymaryyy]

Bumped into you

Max verstappen x reader

Request : yes

Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none

Masterlist

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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.

Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.

Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.

Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes

Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.

Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.

His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.

Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?

Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...

I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?

Oh y/n nice to meet you..?

Oh yeah I am Max btw

I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.

Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?

Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes

Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy

Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.

After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.

Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?

You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly

Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!

She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.

Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?

They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister

The best sister

You won't believe who I just met!

Lil b

Omg! Who?

The best sister

Max mother fucking Verstappen!

Lil b

Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!

The best sister

Yeah

*picture attachment *

Lil b

Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!

After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.

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I hope you liked it and hope its what you requested!

-🦈 anon

[gamergirl-niffler]

As everyone has been making requests, I think it's time for me to make one too! I kindly request some headcanons featuring either Douma or Dabi (I'll let you choose!) and a female reader who is initially very shy, but it turns out she possesses remarkable combat skills 💋

Of course, you had to squeeze into my inbox!

BUT OKAY! FINE!

Dabi & Douma x Shy fem!reader with remarkable combat skills

Douma

🧊 "D-Douma-dono? Are you sure?” you ask quietly.

🧊 Douma honestly finds you charming! You are cute, small and oh so shy, and, of course, pretty!

🧊 You are just a demon but there is so much more to you!

🧊 So of course he took you under his wings to take care of you.

🧊 "T-Thank you so much, Douma-dono!” you always thank him no matter what.

🧊 Your shyness is beyond him. He could never understand why you always hide behind him or stammer while addressing him or other Upper Moons.

🧊 You always act careful and quiet around him, blushing and mumbling more to yourself than to him.

🧊 It changed when he took you for a little walk in a moonlight, and the two of you came across a demon slayer who was a bit too sure of his skills.

🧊 Douma didn't even pull out his fans when you suddenly jumped into action.

🧊 He was honestly in deep shock, seeing what skillful demon you really are!

🧊 You moved like a beautiful dancer and your Blood Demon Art was just as magnificent to the point it actually took his breath away.

🧊 Pretty soon, you stand there, covered in slayer's blood.

🧊 "My my my! Look at you! Such a potential! Y/N, I would never expect such a thing from you! Wonderful!” He praised you while you seemed to return to your old self.

🧊 "Douma-dono! That's... That's nothing-really," you stammered as he approached you. "I-I just did what I had to."

🧊 Douma chuckled, cupping your cheeks. "And it was beautiful. You have a chance to even join the upper ranks!”

🧊 You just blinked, looking up at your master and suddenly your face went fully red as you couldn't handle all the praises. 

🧊  Douma still finds it cute, he is going to use it a lot against you in near future.

Kremator (jk! iykyk!)

Dabi

🔥 He finds you annoying.

🔥 You're supposed to be a villain? That's some kind of bad joke to him.

🔥 For him, you are just a mess, let's not forget, an annoying mess to be honest.

🔥 Each time you interact with him, you are blushing, babbling to the point of talking nonsense and stuttering, stumbling over your own words.

🔥 When Dabi snaps at you to finally make some sense, it only gets worse!

🔥 So he simply turns on his hill to walk away. He isn't in the mood to deal with that.

🔥 Others tell him that "she are just shy" as if it would change anything. Get a grip on yourself!

🔥 It all changes during one of the fights against heroes the two of you were part of.

🔥 Dabi is doing fine on his but others... They kinda fall behind. 

🔥 Then you step in and actually are useful for once!

🔥 The sight of you going against a hero twice your size like it would be nothing is something he never expected to see!

🔥 Always so quiet, yet now you are not only using your quirk but some combat abilities he would never even think you possess.

🔥 You are moving so quickly and smoothly like it would be your second nature.

🔥 And just like that, the hero is down and you stand in front of him like always, just with a slightly worried look. "D-Dabi... Are you o-okay?" 

🔥 Dabi chuckles and then pats your head, making you freeze and go red. "Good job, guess you aren't that useless. Good girl."

🔥 There you go again, stumbling over words as you try to thank him. "I... I j-just," you blush deeply. "I-it's nothing r-really," shaking your head you hide face in your palms in a poor attempt of covering your now fully red face.

🔥 It was kinda... Cute? You acted like a bunny.

🔥 "Let's go now. I am curious about what else you can do," he says. 

🔥 You nod eagerly and without a word follow him.

[caniruineverything]

you can’t choose what stays and what fades away

an angsty merlin fanfic inspired by dbda 1x04

Summary: Merlin and Arthur are on patrol when they come across a cliff overlooking a lake that wasn’t on any maps. Still, it seems just like a normal lake. So Merlin really isn’t expecting it when Arthur tries to throw himself off the cliff, yelling for his mother.

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It was supposed to be a normal patrol. But then, Merlin really shouldn’t have been surprised when things went wrong. Troubles seemed to follow him and Arthur around.

Everything was fine for the first few days. Uther had gotten wind that Cenred’s forces were advancing from the east, and had sent Arthur and his men out to investigate. Which of course meant that Merlin had to go too.

The patrol had actually been relatively peaceful, which Merlin greatly appreciated. Arthur happened to be in good spirits, which meant more playful teasing and less unreasonable demands. Merlin also had to admit that seeing Arthur laughing around with his knights made Merlin happy too.

The calm that had defined the first two days was sadly not present on the third. When Merlin woke up, he was startled by the quiet. He had awoken before the knights, so the air was free of the noises of armor clinking and overlapping voices. But more than that, there were no crickets or birds chirping, no rustle in the undergrowth from squirrels or chipmunks.

As the sound of the knights waking up reached his ears, Merlin tried to push away his unease. By the time they had saddled up, he had managed to push that unnerved feeling to the back of his mind. It was all but forgotten as they rode. Arthur still joked around, but Merlin knew him well enough to know that he was slightly less relaxed than he had been in the previous days.

It seemed as though everyone had caught onto the silence Merlin had noticed. All the knights were a bit more reserved, and noticeably more on edge, constantly casting wary looks at the dense forest on either side of them.

The party rode until midday, when Arthur held up a hand to signal to the riders to stop their horses. Merlin wasn’t sure what had prompted Arthur to stop, but he obeyed nonetheless.

Quietly, but not silently, Arthur directed the knights to split off in pairs to survey the area. As he finished, he turned to Merlin, who could see that Arthur had slipped out of his lighter mood, now becoming more serious.

“Merlin, with me. Knights, fan out. Report back here when you’re done.” With that final command, he turned around, starting into the forest. Merlin trailed after him, cautious but still confused.

“Arthur, why have we stopped here? No one else sensed anything,” he reasoned. Arthur turned back to him, brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, but paused. He turned back around again before replying.

“Mer-lin, I am the prince. I hardly need to explain myself to you simply because you have the instincts of a deaf mole-rat.” Merlin scoffed quietly, affronted by Arthur’s insult. Yet Arthur’s tone seemed off, less annoyed and more stressed.

“Alright, fine. I just figured I should know what we’re walking into.” Arthur didn’t answer, just continued pushing through the overgrown trees and bushes. He almost seemed to be following an invisible map, though Merlin was sure Arthur had never been here before.

Soon enough, they came across a cliff overlooking a large lake, so big Merlin couldn’t see where it ended, even from up so high. It seemed impossible, as a body of water this big would surely have been on the map of the region they had studied before embarking. Yet the map had showed no water anywhere near where they were headed.

Had they just gotten that badly lost? Merlin wouldn’t say it out loud, but he considered Arthur a pretty good navigator. So was it magic? If so, Merlin wasn’t sure it was malicious. By all accounts, the lake seemed normal.

“Arthur, why are we just standing here looking at this lake?” Merlin asked, genuinely at a loss for why Arthur was still just staring at the water, not moving. Arthur didn’t seem to hear Merlin’s voice, despite how quiet the forest was, so Merlin nudged him gently, tensing in preparation for the retaliation that was sure to come.

But it didn’t. Arthur simply jumped slightly, as if Merlin had snuck up behind him instead of having been by his side the whole time.

“Merlin?” He said it as a question, before apparently catching himself and speaking more decisively. “You dare question your prince?” Now, Merlin was used to Arthur brushing off his questions, but he usually gave Merlin some information, especially if he suspected a threat.

“Fine, clotpole,” he muttered, “be that way. What bug crawled up your a-”

“Mer-lin!” was all Arthur said. Merlin shut up. Arthur still hadn’t moved, still standing on the cliff’s edge and staring at the water. Merlin was slightly unnerved now, so he moved closer to Arthur.

“There’s nothing here, Arthur. Shouldn’t we head back to the horses?” To Merlin’s surprise, Arthur nodded slowly. Then he turned away from the ledge, and Merlin let out a breath, releasing tension he hadn’t noticed was there.

The pair had only walked a few feet, however, before Arthur stopped suddenly. Merlin looked at him with a mix of annoyance and apprehension. Arthur’s lips parted and whispered softly enough that Merlin likely wouldn’t have heard if he had been any further away.

“Mom?”

And then he was moving, before Merlin would even blink. Arthur’s pace was slow at first, allowing Merlin to process what was happening. As if in a trance, Arthur walked slowly over to the edge of the cliff. Merlin trailed behind him, unsure as to what was going on.

When Arthur didn’t stop walking, still moving towards the ledge, Merlin knew something was wrong.

“Arthur! What are you doing?” No reply, just the sound of Arthur’s chainmail shifting against itself. Merlin ran up behind Arthur, grabbing him gently. “Come on, snap out of it!” At this, Arthur slowly turned to Merlin, eyes slightly clouded.

“But she wants me to come,” he said softly, a heartbreaking confusion lacing every word.

“Who? There’s no one here.”

“My. . . mother. She’s here.” Merlin’s heart sank.

“Arthur, your mother isn’t here. She’s. . . gone. I’m sorry.” Arthur looked somehow more confused, but as Merlin carefully watched his friend’s face, Arthur’s expression hardened, becoming determined. He began to move closer to the edge, faster this time. Heart pounding, Merlin grabbed Arthur’s shoulder, trying to stop him.

“Unhand me, Merlin!” Arthur roared, the shock of such a loud noise nearly causing Merlin to do exactly as Arthur had ordered. He caught himself and grabbed Arthur more firmly. Arthur struggled hard, wrenching himself out of Merlin’s grasp.

“Arthur, no!” Merlin shouted, desperate. He lunged forward and grabbed Arthur around the waist, stopping him from moving any closer to the ledge. Arthur struggled wildly, thrashing about, and Merlin could feel his grip slipping. He knew that if Arthur jumped, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Arthur was his other half, in every sense; if he were gone, half of Merlin would go with him. Merlin was prepared to give him everything. The world would go dark without the golden prince, and he knew the coldness of that loss would be unbearable.

“Arthur, stop! I’m trying to help you!”

“But she’s right there, she needs me!” Merlin looked around, once again seeing no one.

“Who, Arthur?”

“My mother,” he answered again, “She’s calling for me; she’s right there!” The desperation and hope in Arthur’s voice made Merlin’s heart clench painfully.

“Arthur, your mother isn’t here. Whatever you’re hearing, it isn’t real. Listen to me, please.” Merlin hated how close to pleading he was, and the audible desperation in his voice would have made him cringe in any other circumstance.

“No, no, she’s right there! Can’t you hear her? She’s calling for me. I need to go, let me go!” Arthur pulled against Merlin’s grip harder, nearly breaking free.

“I can’t hear anything, Arthur. Your mother isn’t here. Please stop struggling!” Merlin was genuinely pleading now, to hell with appearances. Arthur’s face took on that sad, confused look again.

“But she’s calling for me. She’s my mo- my- I have to- Mom!” Merlin’s heart cracked more with every break in Arthur’s voice. Arthur stopped struggling, slipping out of Merlin’s shaking hands and onto the stony ground.

Merlin could feel Arthur’s shoulders shaking with silent sobs as the sound of Arthur desperately crying for his mother rang in his ears, even away from the palace trying to avoid being seen as weak. He crouched down, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s shoulders and pulling him closer. Arthur shifted, burying his face in Merlin’s shoulder, still choking out small cries for Ygraine.

They sat there in silence for a while, before Arthur composed himself a bit. He cleared his throat, pulling away from Merlin.

“Merlin, I, um. . .” he trailed off, clearly embarrassed. “Thank you. I don’t know what came over me.” He averted his eyes, avoiding looking at Merlin or the ledge.

“Arthur, it’s not your fault. It was magic, you couldn’t have stopped it.” Merlin hoped Arthur would listen. The prince had a tendency to blame himself when things went wrong, despite the fact that he always did everything he could to help.

“I suppose,” Arthur conceded, too drained to argue.

“Great. Come on, then, your men are probably waiting.” Merlin grabbed one of Arthur’s arms, gently pulling him up so he was standing. Arthur still looked pained, and a bit confused. “Arthur, I know you really wanted it to be your mother. I’m sorry it wasn’t.”

Arthur nodded at him, the gesture almost imperceptible, but Merlin knew every single one of Arthur’s mannerisms. This was a nod of acknowledgement and gratitude, and Merlin smiled warmly back at him.

“Now, come on, clotpole. The knights are waiting!” Arthur narrowed his eyes at Merlin before grinning conspiratorially.

“Oh, eager to set up camp and cook dinner, huh? Maybe you really do know how to be a manservant after all, Merlin.” He turned and began walking back into the forest, leaving Merlin scoffing behind him.

“Oh- you- Arthur!” Merlin sprinted to catch up, but not before taking another glance at the lake. Later, after he had indeed set up all the tents and cooked dinner for all the knights, he could have sworn he’d seen something glowing deep down in those dark waters.

[httpiastri]

also omg spill the tea on meeting the drivers in spa!!! (only if you want to ofc, ignore this if you don’t 🙏)

aaaaaa okay its time!!!!!! dont grill me if my opinions don't match someone else's, i tried to be as kind as i can 🙏 gonna divide this into categories bcs i met some ppl who are not currently on the f2/f3 grids aaaaa but yeah here we go 🤭

(i saw and was close to pretty much all drivers, but im only including the ones that stood out to me in certain ways here 😊 in order of their racing numbers !!)

f3 !!!

dino beganovic - okayyy soooo. this and paul's will go kinda in the same direction… like i was not surprised to see him act not like super happily lol. i understand! when around fans or just people he doesn't know too well, he was not very excited. but when he was talking to jamie (ollie's... idk what he is? manager ish?), he was that cute happy self he can be! but most of the time, it was the dino we get to see in most prema videos from this year (like the "how well do you know your teammates" one) where he's just…. idk :/ dont blame him tho, im sure he's a great guy once you get to know him!!

gabriele mini - honestly i feel like i barely saw him, except when he and his gf were leaving 😭 welp. but he seemed happy to carry around his trophy!!

arvid lindblad - saw him already on thursday and was shocked both because i couldn't believe my eyes (it's him!! he actually exists!!!!!) and bcs he was much shorter than i had anticipated 😭 sorry arvid

sami meguetounif - i didn't see him around a lot but i saw him on the friday helping his team pack up the tent (carrying big things and such), while all other drivers seemed to not really care (from what i could see)(not just trident, but all teams). respect !!!!!!

tim tramnitz - i knew he was tall but he looked even taller irl!!!! i was so shocked, i felt so tiny

ollie goethe - seemed really happy and lowkey surprised when fans wanted to take pics with him 🥺 had a terrible haircut tho lmao i felt so bad for him... but he seemed so sweet all weekend!!! rlly wish i had talked to him aaaaaa

sebastian montoya - saw him around a lot talking to all kinds of drivers, seems very social butterfly-y :) he seemed very happy after the feature, and he seemed to definitely bring up pepe's mood too because they were talking and joking around for a long time 🥺 his sister (paulina) is also even more gorgeous irl omfg i didn't even think that would be possible…. like we always talk about how amazing she looks in pics but she was so so gorgeous irl (sadly didn't get to see her interact with nikita but 💔 i'll live ig)

luke browning - saw him tons and !! why is he so handsome ?!?!?!! genuinely fell in love all over again. what even. like i keep constantly thinking back to the eye contact we shared and im just. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 seemed sweet with fans too, not super energetic but agreed to pics and such. wish i had shown him my browning bracelet or asked him to sign my sm shirt but i was too shy 💔

christian mansell - saw him get really happy when fans recognized and talked to him, i wanted to show him my mewsell bracelet but didn't have the courage 💔 but sweet and happy as usual!! no surprises there

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f2 !!!

victor martins - actually dont think i saw him all weekend 😭 idk how i managed that

zak o'sullivan - i saw him a few times, he seemed like a bit down ?? very understandable considering how he had glandular fever ?!?!?!?!!! poor boy :( but god did he look good despite it lmao

ollie bearman - very tall and definitely very popular, always ppl waiting to take pics with him lol! didnt speak to him and wasnt very close to him either but he seemed smiley and happy :) tbh i think i saw jamie more than i saw ollie himself ?? lmao

kimi antonelli - tiny!! and the hair is so so curly!!!! he was actually cuter irl, dont understand how he can do that but yeah. also very popular, and was very happy and kind when fans wanted pics hehe

zane maloney - think this guy had like a magnet attached to me or something because i saw him everywhere all the time 😭 like even when there were no other f2 drivers left, he was there… seemed sweet, his freckles are really cute irl too :)

jak crawford - so so tall!!! and the hair looked even better irl oh my god

juan manuel correa - was a second away from asking him for an autograph but he started talking on the phone at that exact moment 😶 seemed so sweet tho!

gabriel bortoleto - aka bortolotti as the commentators said 😐 saw him chatting with a bunch of different drivers, very much a social butterfly like sebas (or is it just because he's very liked in the paddock? likely both). wanted to go up to him when he was talking to luke (they stood outside their hospitality for a long time just talking) and ask for autographs on my sm tshirt (and to tell them that i loved their appearances on the pod) but was too nervous shdjdhdj

enzo fittipaldi - he had the cutest interaction ever with his gf, i nearly melted at the sight of them 🥺 and big bro was there supporting him all weekend too which was cute lol

paul aron - the driver i think most ppl are gonna read and ignore all other drivers lol. i only saw him on the friday and… well….. i wasnt surprised because i had not expected him to be the most open and excited etc. 🤷‍♀️ like he did agree to take pics and such! he put on a little smile for the fans! but there was nothing extra, which i understand. i think we all know the kind of expression he puts on and how "neutral" he looks at most times? like, when he's not around a close friend etc then he seems a little cold. to me, i feel like it just makes his smiles much more valuable in some way!! he wasnt very smiley even with karl or ralf, ig maybe he was focused on qualifying, but he didnt give anything extra and i dont blame him for that. still owns my heart !!!! <33 and i think that the difference from dino is that he seemed more focused and more ig neutral than cold like dino. paul didnt seem neither happy nor mad etc, just blank. 😌 (but god did he look SO GOOD, his hair was so light and my heart wanted to jump out of my chest istg. he looked so so good that i was too shy to even look too much at him 😭)

is*ck h*djar - pls i dont wanna say what i actually think but. his mom was so sweet 😭 my dad (who, for context, does hobby photography) held his camera aimed to the campos truck door in case pepe would come out, but she came out instead and like apologized and stuff for being in the way? so cute :((

pepe marti - 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 how do i even begin to describe him? when there aren't enough words in the entire world? the most gentle and sweet person ever actually, he seemed so tired and just done with the weekend when i talked to him but he still made time for me and tried to stay optimistic. sweetest boy ever <33333333 (i actually still cant really believe i met him and talked to him. like my brain still short-circuits a bit when i think about it. he was just truly an angel and i miss him so much <//3 i also cried a ton after that lol but he didn't see it so that's okay)(also his hands look even bigger irl 😁 sorry gtg)

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former drivers/others !!!

fred vesti - like 10 minutes after the gp had finished, i just happened to accidentally run into him? like he was just heading out of the gate i was going into and so i stopped and gasped and just!!!!! and no one around me even looked at him (we were walking around general admission yk, just a big crowd all heading out on the track) which made me really sad but it was so cool to see him irl!!! he was taller than i had expected awww and so pretty

ralf aron - the only sentence that's still swirling around in my head: "is it possible to fall in love at first sight if you're already a fan?"....... because i think i fell in love 🫠🫠 when i tell you he was gorgeous, i mean it on a NEW LEVEL. like im obsessed. i was obsessed before but now im obsessed^2. actually insane. and he has the exact same voice as paul omg i would not be able to tell them apart irl. i love him so much, please help

adrian campos (jr) - sorry for including two team principals but 😭 idk where i get my shyness and social anxiety from because my dad has some kind of talent with people. he talks to everyone and everyone like him ??? anyways so he just randomly went up to the campos team principal and asked about pepe and they had a short but very friendly discussion 😭 and then he even came up to my dad later for new pepe updates lmao so he was a really sweet guy!!!

rene rosin - i didnt speak to him, saw him around a lot tho, but pt 2 of "my dad collecting team principals"…. my dad went to the f3 paddock and came back to tell me that he talked to "some prema dude" about dino's car… the convo went my dad: "is dino's car perfect now?". prema dude: "perfect for what?!". dad: "perfect for winning, of course!". prema dude: "yes, of course!!" and they had laughed and joked around and what not. i thought it was a funny interaction but didnt think more about that. until a while later, my dad pointed at rene and went "there's my friend from before!!" and i just ?!? you asked RENE if dino's car was good????? so yeah thumbs up to rene for being a funny dude 😁

sacha fouquet - sorry for including this but he also looked very good irl 😶 alsoooo like when i was hurrying to the f3 feature (i was running very late and wanted to be there for the start), i had to go under this tunnel to get from the paddock to the grandstands?? like a pretty narrow tunnel, only like 2-3 ppl width... and guess tho were heading to the paddock right when i was rushing away? all of the prema performance/race engineers! lovely timing! because they're all so so cool and made me so so so nervous 😭 (and the way i was just having to pretend like i haven't seen them all in 100 vids and even made gifs of them lmao what)

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gold star to anyone who made it this far ⭐️ sorry for the random yapping lol and for saying everyone looked better irl but it is true!!!! this isnt proofread so i apologize for any mistakes etc, pls feel free to ask if anyone has any questions... <3<3

[frankenkyle19]

Ghost Sex

potential triggers: nsfw, unprotected sex, slight angst, blood, mentions of violence, oral (fem!receiving)

You had been trapped in the Cortez for years. A living hell. The countess had found you, and brought you back to the hotel. Only to kill you, slitting your throat with one of her silver claws. At first you hadn’t realized you had died, and that made things confusing. You wandered the halls, trying to escape the hotel. Then he had found you. Curled up on one of the empty beds on the fourth floor, crying. He had thought you were the most innocent, delicate thing he had seen in years. James March was not a very loving or affectionate man, but he had tried his best to comfort you, coaxing you up into a sitting position as he explained to you exactly what was going on. You were dead, but so was he, and he was positive you two would get on quite well. What else would you have to do for all of eternity?

-Many years later-

Tonight was a very special occasion. He had invited you to dinner with him. It was the day before his annual devils night, so needless to say, he was in a spectacular mood. He had led you into his suite and pulled out a chair for you. His hand brushed your shoulder before he bounded over to his own chair. He lifted his glass of what you only assumed was absinthe. You lifted your own glass in a toast before taking a sip. You were never the first to begin a conversation with Mr. March. So you waited patiently for him to speak.

“You’re very quiet tonight, what is on your mind?” He asked, swirling the strong liquid in his glass, his dark eyes watching you intently. Almost like a predator watching its prey. It was exhilarating.

“Oh, I’m just excited for your special night tomorrow!” You decided to say, and although you were, there was much more on your mind than just that. Being trapped in a hotel for eternity proved to be lonesome. 

“I am quite excited as well, dear. But I can sense there is something else nagging you. Speak up, you may tell me.”

You swallowed hard. He always knew when something was up. He seemed to know you like the back of his hand. All those years spent by his side proved very useful for him to understand exactly what made you tick. Did you tell the truth? You should, because god knows what he’d do if he caught you in a lie. He did not tolerate liars.

“I’m beginning to grow rather lonely in the hotel..” you whispered. “There aren’t many people coming in as of late, and…I’m craving relations…” you admitted with a blush. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul as you avoided his burning gaze, looking down instead at the fancy tablecloth adorning the table that he once ate at with his countess. 

“Oh!” He exclaimed “why did you not make me aware of this sooner? I never want you to suffer here in my hotel! I must admit I have also grown a bit lonely these days without my dear countess…” he trailed off, sighing a bit before shaking his head. “I am not usually this straightforward. I’m a man of my time, but I have a suggestion that may prove to be enjoyable for us both.”

You tilted your head curiously, meeting his eyes finally, which had seemed to darken impossibly. What possibly did he have to suggest? 

He continued, “We are both craving intimacy. I consider you a close companion, so why should we not… indulge ourselves a bit?” He grinned, getting up from his seat and making his way to you.

“Oh Mr. March!” You looked up at him in shock. Was this a cruel joke? An act to make you look like a fool?

“What do you say, darling?” He whispered, having somehow gotten right up close to you, his ghostly breath fanning against your ear as he leaned over your body. You squeezed your legs together in a futile attempt to control yourself.

“I can practically smell your arousal, darling.” He purred against your ear, a hand making its way to your thigh “you are no good at hiding anything from me.”

Your breathing sped up as you looked at him. He clearly wanted this, and who were you to deny Mr. March of what he desired?

You slowly, gingerly pressed your lips against his, much to his dismay. He reciprocated with harsh movements. Teeth and tongue. You could tell he was a very rough man, and if you weren’t already dead, the idea would certainly frighten you. Even now it did just a bit.

“Come, darling. Take off these garments, they are beautiful, but useless to us as of now.” He whispered, taking your hand and leading you away from the table, to his bed. He all but ripped off your dress, a growl coming from low in his throat as he looked over your frame. He did not speak a word as he shrugged off his jacket and undid the buttons on his white dress shirt. He tossed them somewhere on the floor, to be retrieved at a later date.

He sat back on the bed with a wicked grin “are you not going to help your dearest friend?” He teased, hands deftly undoing the buckle of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him, gently pushing his hands away as you undid the belt and popped the button on his tight dress pants.

The next few minutes blurred past, full of wet, hot kisses, and discarded fabric, grinding, and breathless pants, until you two were fully naked on the bed, him hovering over you. 

“I must taste you darling, then the real fun can begin.” He made his way down your body, his large hands easily spreading your thighs. He bit down hard on your inner thigh, causing a cry to leave your lips. When you looked down, you saw he had drawn blood. The wound instantly closed up, but the crimson coloring stained your pale skin.

 “Patience darling. Pain and pleasure are very closely linked, the lines can be blurred between them. It feels good, does it not?” He lapped at the blood, cleaning up the mess he had made.

All you could manage was a nod, a broken moan leaving your lips as the man in between your thighs delved his tongue into your folds, wasting absolutely no time in devouring you. He was a starved man, and you were his meal. He was very skilled with his tongue, but when he added his fingers, it was a whole other level of pleasure. One you hadn’t ever felt before.

“Mr March-“ you whined, hands fisting in the bedsheets

“You may call me James while we are together so intimately.” He said against your core, slipping a finger into your tight heat. He was a gracious man, this was his reward to you for being so loyal to him all these years.

He spent his time pleasuring you. If you weren’t so impatient, he could stay between your thighs for hours on end and be perfectly content.

He had denied you your release, and after your non stop begging, he finally decided he’d teased you enough. 

He kissed his way back up your body, cock rubbing between your folds before he slammed into you. He did not give you the mercy of letting you adjust, instead thrusting harshly right from the start.

He licked away the salty tears that fell from your eyes, shaking his head “the lines darling, remember? They are blurred. It feels good, pain is pleasure.” He whispered, pressing tender kisses to the skin of your neck, a drastic difference from his animalistic thrusts. He truly was an animal, there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked you.

You let your body go lax, trying your best to feel the pleasure instead of the pain, and after a while, once you had fully stretched around him, adjusted to the harshness that was James March, that wave of pleasure began to build deep in your core, like a tsunami. 

“I am close to my release, darling.” He let out a moan, his hips beginning to lose their harsh rhythm. Much to his surprise, and yours as well, you shoved him back against the bed, crawling on top of him, letting him slip back into you. 

“Oh darling- ride me. Ride me as if I was your slave. Use me for your pleasure.” His hands tightly gripped your thighs as you bounced on his cock, which was now hitting even deeper inside of you.

Your release built up quickly, and you could tell James was close as well, his cock twitching inside of you.

Without much thought, you wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed.

 “do not cum until I sa-“

“AGHh-“ you were cut off by a loud moan from James, warmth filling you. He had cum. He came from you choking him. What a sick being he was. 

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that, James.” 

He panted as he looked up at you. He was in for the night of his life, and his only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner.

[kpopsexstories]

hiii can i request a ten fic wherein the reader is jealous about something so ten fucks her hard to let her know that she's the only one? (if possible u can include breeding too) thank uuuu love ur fics so much

This is an older request, sorry it took me so long to get to it ❤️ If you've sent a request and still haven't gotten a response, it might still come even if it's months or even a year from now 😊

Requests are open! They're highly inspiring and motivating, so keep 'em coming.

One-shot #7 (requested): Your boyfriend WayV/NCT Ten kissed a fan, so he fucks you hard to get your forgiveness

Celebrity: WayV/NCT Ten

Content: Sitting, From behind, Missionary, Ten fucks his jealous girlfriend/you hard

Type of Sex: WILD/MEDIUM

Word Count: 3.8k

Your boyfriend Ten is promoting the latest WayV comeback, and has invited you to come along to a fan event. Well, it's not so much that he invited you. It's more that you begged him to let you come.

In fact, he didn't seem all that excited about the idea. He wasn't against it, but he appeared indifferent. You had expected him to be thrilled that you wanted to support him and see him work. It was meant to be a fun experience for both of you.

Instead, you were negatively surprised and felt quite disappointed. It was like you were just in the way.

Ten and the boys were busy and didn't have time to talk to you. The staff were focused on the idols, and didn't fully understand who you were or why you were there. You didn't want to create a bad situation so you stayed away and kept your mouth shut. But you felt awkward and out of place, lonely among so many people. It was not at all the positive experience you had imagined it would be.

The event included a stage performance. You heard it from a room back stage where Ten had placed you and asked you to wait.

It was followed by a meet & greet fan signing, which you were able to attend but not in any meaningful way. You could not be near the crowds, nor did Ten have time to pay any attention to you. You had a pretty lousy time.

You did, however, get to watch the boys from afar, when hoards of young girls flooded them for a chance to talk and interact with their idols. You knew it was an unfounded emotion, but it made you feel quite jealous.

Ten seemed happy though. He was in his element. You knew that fan signings could be tiresome, but he played his part and hid it well. He treated every girl – and boy – with the utmost respect, and was as personal as he could be with them. He had a kind of excitement in his body language that made everyone feel like they were the only fan there. You knew that he was good at his job, but it only made you feel worse.

About half way through the long queue of paying ticket holders, something happened that truly stung. You got bored of watching from afar and decided to roam around. Some of the staff knew you by now, and you were allowed in places the fans were not.

You could not get close enough to hear anything, but you had a clear view of the incident when Ten kissed a girl on the cheek.

Surely, that must have been some sort of breach of protocol. You imagined that Ten and the boys were not allowed to interact with such intimacy. The girl stayed and talked for a little longer than everyone else, before she was ushered away by a member of staff.

Ten didn't seem to want her to leave. His body language revealed that he liked and connected with her. You didn't know the poor girl, but in this moment you absolutely despised her.

When the event was over, Ten came to find you in the waiting room. He'd been searching for you all over.

“Where have you been?” he asked. He almost seemed angry, or at least a little annoyed.

“What?” you asked with sarcasm. You weren’t in the mood to joke. “You told me to wait here.”

“When I went to get ready to perform! You haven't been sitting here this whole time, have you?”

“No. But what if I had?”

There was frustration in the air, and neither of you wanted to fight. So the conversation quickly died out.

You walked through the venue in silence. You grunted some hello's to the boys when you all climbed into a van. Back home, you went straight to the bathroom and locked yourself in it.

“Babe?” Ten said when he came knocking, half an hour later. “Babe, you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lied.

“Come out. Let's talk.”

You abruptly opened the door and pushed past him. Ten got out of your way with a puzzled expression on his face. Your behavior genuinely confused him.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“What's wrong? You've been ignoring me all day, that’s what’s wrong.”

“I have not,” Ten said. “I was working.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?”

“I didn't. You forced me to bring you. I warned…”

“Forced you? So you didn't want me there?”

“I warned you that I wouldn't have time to be with you. Did you not have a good time?”

You were boiling. How could your boyfriend even ask such a question? Could he not see that you were upset? “I felt horrible! You could at least have included me somehow.”

Ten was definitely frustrated by now. How could he read your mind? He had assumed you knew he would be busy, and that you’d be happy just being at the venue, like you had asked to be.

“I felt like shit all evening!” you screamed, likely attracting the attention of the other young men in their rooms. “You left me alone!”

Ten was getting angry, and he shouted back: “I WAS WORKING!”

“DON'T YELL AT ME!” you yelled. “You were only interested in all those girls. You didn't care to talk to me at all.”

Ten calmed himself, and spoke softly. “I was working,” he repeated. “And what are you talking about? What girls?”

You turned around and went back into the bathroom. “The girls!”

Ten stopped you when you tried to slam the door in his face. “Babe,” he said. “Are you serious? You’re jealous of my fans?”

“Of course not!”

Ten started to smile softly. He couldn't keep his grin hidden. “You are jealous,” he said with a teaseful tone in his voice.

You pushed the door harder in an attempt to close it, but Ten put his full body in the way.

“I'm not jealous,” you repeated. “They're just your fans.”

“Exactly,” Ten said triumphantly. “Like I’ve said a million times, I was working. You’re the only girl I look at, and I'm sorry if I wasn't able to take care of you properly today.”

You stopped pushing and stared at your feet. “That’s not true. You certainly didn't seem to be working that hard when you kissed that bimbo.”

“Who?” Ten asked and pushed the door open.

“The girl you kissed. I saw you.”

“Oh,” Ten said. He let out a laugh and took a step closer to you. “She asked me to.”

“Don't touch me,” you said when he tried to hold you.

“Her grandmother had just died,” Ten said, and awaited your response as if he had just found the ultimate weapon to shut you up. “She told me how much NCT meant to her back in the day, and how my latest solo helped her through the death.”

You were suddenly afraid to raise your gaze. For the first time the thought crossed your mind that maybe you were overreacting. Still, you weren’t ready to let it go.

“So you do know who I’m talking about?” you asked, to turn the tables back on your boyfriend again.

“Yeah, I do, because we’re not supposed to do what I did and I got scolded for it afterwards. I know exactly what girl you’re talking about. But not because I liked her or anything. Because she was a fan in need and I wanted to make her feel better. That’s all, I promise.”

You weren’t ready to believe him, but you stopped arguing with him.

“Babe, come here,” Ten continued.

“No,” you said and pouted your lips.

Ten didn't listen to your words. He put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“I love you,” he said. “I’m sorry again that you had a shitty time today, and I promise you, you’re the only girl for me. I love you.”

You didn't respond, but Ten could tell from your face that you still weren’t happy. He suddenly started laughing.

“Babe,” he said and held you closer. “You're adorable when you're jealous.”

“Shut up.”

"Come here.”

Ten squeezed you hard and kissed your forehead. You held your arms against his chest, as if to protect yourself from his attempts to make things better between you. But his touch felt so good. His scent made you warm when your nose pressed against his body.

“Babe, let me make it up to you. I'll show you you're the only one.”

“No,” you said reluctantly.

He kissed you again, and tried to get you to face him. You resisted, but he pulled your lips toward his.

“Come,” he said softly.

You tried to pull away, but he only held your body harder.

“Come,” he repeated.

“No, Ten. Go away. Leave me alone.”

“I'll make you feel better. I'll make you forget all about today. I'm sorry, I should have taken better care of you.”

Finally, you caved in. You stopped struggling and kissed the sweet man back. It felt good. His soft lips always made you feel all warm inside.

You made out for a while in the middle of the bathroom. Ten touched your body with his large hands, and eventually you touched him too. How could you stay angry? He always knew how to make you feel better.

When Ten's hands gently wandered inside your shirt, you raised your arms which signaled your approval. That's when Ten shifted gears. He did know how to make you feel good, and his work had only just begun. Perhaps you even exaggerated your emotions, because you knew what he would do to you and you wanted him to do it.

FOREPLAY STARTS HERE...

The moment Ten realized that you were about to forgive him, he pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you in the direction of his bed. He grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your arms and head, and threw your body on the mattress. It was time for the makeup sex you had both been working toward.

He lay down on top of you and the kissing resumed. It intensified. His lustful lips wandered from yours to your neck. For good measure you tried to get him off you, but it was just for show.

“No,” you said, but you didn't mean it and Ten knew it. You didn't actually want him to stop, so he didn’t.

He pressed his hip harder between your legs which caused you to moan. His shirt slid up his stomach as you squeezed his waist.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked and kissed your throat.

“No,” you said again and pulled his long hair.

He fought back. He stuck his tongue out and licked the full length of your neck. Another moan.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked again.

You didn't respond, but pulled his shirt higher up his body. It told him all he needed to know.

Ten suddenly sat up straight and took the shirt off. Bare-chested and horny, he fondled your breasts over your bra, then moved down to undo your pants.

You raised your ass and helped him take them off. He moved aside so you could close your legs. Once you were down to your panties, you opened them again to invite him back in.

Ten towered over you while he undid his belt. With his pants wide open, he came back down and pressed his groin against yours.

“Mm,” he moaned. “You're so fucking sexy. I'll get you to forgive me.”

You wrapped your legs around him, and pressed your heels against the cheeks of his ass. His pants slid further down his thighs, but his underwear stayed on.

Then, when your own arousal and sexual desires became too much, you briefly took charge. You rolled onto the man, who lay on his back with you sitting on top of him. He kicked his pants all the way off, while you reached back to undo your bra.

The straps slid over your shoulders, and you couldn't help but smile when you caught him admiring your figure. Ten noticed and gave you a naughty glare.

You quickly wiped the smile off your face. You weren't ready to show forgiveness just yet.

Ten took the bait. He sat up and held you tight with an arm around your back. He reached down and raised you up, to slide his underwear over his ass cheeks. Your legs around his body tightened when he lifted you up.

With his ass out you started kissing passionately again. “Mm, babe,” Ten moaned when his hard cock rubbed against your panties. “Mmm, fuck!”

You were so horny for the man. He made you feel incredible, and his boner pressing against your folds made you incredibly wet. You wanted him inside you so bad you struggled to hide it.

“Ahh, fuck,” you echoed, another sign of weakness.

Ten smirked. “Mm, you like this? You want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimpered.

“I'll fuck you so good you forget all about today. When I'm done with you, you won't just forgive me. You'll be begging for more.”

“Ohh, Ten!” His words sent a shiver through your heart and spine. His boner poking around between your legs really got your juices flowing.

But you would never admit it. “I’ll never forgive,” you whispered softly. “And certainly not beg.”

But you knew that Ten was right. You were more than ready for him to take you, to give yourself over to him, and to feel his cock inside you. It was not at all about forgiveness any longer.

THE SEX STARTS HERE...

Ten grabbed your ass and pulled your body closer. You put your hand on his face and kissed him intensively. Your boobs pressed against his chest, and your knees tightened their grip around his hips.

“Ahh, fuck,” Ten moaned again, when lust and passion took a hold of both of you. He moved your lower body with his strong hands, rubbing your clothed pussy against his shaft, which had come free from his underwear.

You straightened your back and he buried his face between your breasts. His fingers slid inside the panties, and he pulled the threads down your ass.

You folded your legs and feet under your thighs, sitting up on your knees. Then you reached in between you and found the cock. You pulled your body up and away from it, only to lower yourself slowly onto the shaft.

For a brief moment, you stared into each other's eyes. You still had a hand on Ten’s cheek. You panted softly into each other's wide open mouths. His cock penetrated you gradually as you sat back down on his lap.

Ten’s organ filled you up. It pulsed inside you, and a strong, pleasurable sensation shot through your body.

“Ahh, you feel so good,” Ten said.

It did feel good. So good. And you were still just getting started, as Ten switched gear one more time.

Abruptly, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. With full force and his dick still deep inside you, he turned you on your back and pushed the dick deeper.

His underwear were down to his thighs. He planted his hands beside you on the bed, and towered over you with an enormous grin on his face. He spread his legs and started moving his ass up and down, rolling his hips to fuck you in, slow, large, passionate motions.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good inside. You make me so fucking hard. You'll forgive me, and I'll make you beg for more.”

You closed your eyes, spread your legs wider, and held on tight around his wrist. You felt a strong hand on your boob, and his throbbing organ stretching your walls.

Lubricated by your natural juices, Ten's cock slid in and out of your wet pussy with ease. You would not admit it, but it felt amazing, and that dumb smirk on him actually made you feel good. It made you feel wanted and desired.

“Fuck,” you moaned. You didn't mean to. Ten's smirk grew bigger.

“Oh yeah, you like that? You like my cock inside you? Does that mean you forgive me?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “I'll never forgive you.”

Ten suddenly pulled out. He grabbed your hips and violently flipped you around a second time. On your stomach, your face pressed into the mattress.

You felt him crawl on top of you from behind, and his hand brush against your ass when he reached in to position his cock.

The head played around between your legs. Ten sat up on his knees and pulled you closer. Your entire body slid backwards on the mattress as your ass climbed up his thighs.

With a firm grip around your hips, Ten simultaneously thrust forward and pulled you backwards onto his shaft. He penetrated you with force.

And he fucked you hard. You heard him panting and could imagine his possessed expression behind you. He thrust and pulled repeatedly, bring you down on his manhood and hitting you so good in just the right spot.

“Please forgive me,” he said. ”I'm sorry, I should have paid more attention to you. I promise you, you're the only one I see and no other girl can compare to you. My cock is all yours, and I'll give it to you until you forgive me. Can you forgive me babe?”

Your body shook against the mattress, and you grabbed on to the sheets hard. The entire bed was slamming against the wall. By now, the other boys in the building could definitely hear what you were up to.

“N-noo,” you groaned. It felt a little painful the way Ten's hips slammed against your ass and inner thighs, and the way his fingers dug deep into your skin. But he had found your g-spot, and the pleasure of the head and shaft expanding your folds and rubbing you right overpowered any pain.

“Ahh, ahh, fuck yeah!” Ten moaned behind you. This was not at all about forgiveness anymore.

Still, it is true that Ten felt a sting of fear. He had indeed kissed a girl on the cheek. He didn't think anything of it at the time, yet he knew exactly which girl had triggered your jealousy. There had been a connection between them that stood out among all the fans he had met on this day.

He was desperate to show you that you were the only one he wanted. You rocked his world in ways no other girl ever had. You meant the world to him, and shoving his cock inside your pussy from behind, manhandling you on the bed the way he did, was his way of proving that to you.

It was pretty sweet, actually. “Ah, Ten, yes, fuck me,” you whimpered.

Ten threw himself sideways on the bed. He pulled you with him, forcing you onto your side. He lay beside you still balls deep inside your body. His chest pressed against your back and he put an arm around you to squeeze and pull you closer.

He fucked you passionately while holding on to your boob. He planted his lips on your shoulder and raised his head, to see your face and the pleasured expression he hoped – no, knew – you had on it.

He slowed his pace and steadied his breathing. “Babe, please don't be jealous. I love you. You're the one I want. Please forgive me.”

You twisted your body to get a better look at him without risking the cock falling out. Ten moved his ass slowly back and forth, gently rubbing the hard head and shaft against your insides.

“Alright,” you said softly. “I forgive you.”

Ten kissed your cheek and smiled. He knew you would. You always did. And though your jealousy and bad emotions had been very real, you were both playing a game. You always had the best sex after a fight.

When he'd been forgiven, Ten pulled out. You rolled on your back and into his arms. He leaned in for a loving kiss. His body was warm when you touched it, and his hands were soft. The way he felt you up sent shivers down your spine, in the best possible way. His fingers moved up and down your thighs, ass, waist and stomach, from your exposed pussy to your boobs and down again.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you confirmed. “Now get back inside me. You're not off the hook yet.”

Ten produced his usual smirk. “I didn't expect that I was.”

He suddenly attacked you with his lips, and abruptly climbed back on top of you.

“Oh, Ten,” you moaned when he reached down between you and the head stretched your lips again.

You squeezed his ass and wrapped your legs around him, pushing him all the way in. He jokingly fought back by pulling out while giving you his usual smirk.

“Ten!” you said and giggled. “Don't tease.”

“Oh, I'm not teasing.”

Ten pulled his ass away from you, but kept you close with an arm around your waist. He pulled you back onto his shaft, while towering seductively over you.

“Yeah, Ten, please fuck me!” you said loudly when the dick edged you on around the folds.

“Shhh,” he said and laughed. The head lingered half way between your folds. “You'll wake the others.”

“Wake them? There's no way they didn't already hear us before. Trust me, they're awake. Besides, you want them to know I've forgiven you, don't you?”

Ten merely smirked his smirk. But alright, he might as well give you what you wanted. It always turned him on when you were jealous.

He pushed the dick back in and kissed you. He held on tight around your back, and humped you forcefully. Your hand rested above his crack.

“Mm, mm, yeah,” you moaned quietly.

“Oh, yeah, I love you babe,” he whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, Ten, fuck me harder.”

Ten abruptly sat up. He let his hands glide down your body, from your boobs to your waist and hips.

On his knees, he grabbed your thighs and pulled. He trust his cock hard inside you, and pulled you onto his length.

You tilted your head far back and arched your spine. Ten's fingers dug deep into your skin while his cock filled you up. He fucked you hard, he fucked you passionately, and you loved every moment of it.

[judysxnd]

Hey. You can make a fanfic that Pedro loves watching horror movies, and the female reader, not so much, but do it to please Pedro. She gets scared and Pedro gives her lots of hugs and kisses... cute things.

It was 9pm on a Saturday night, all windows and doors were opened as it was too hot inside and approximately the same temperature outside. You were chilling on the couch with a fan blowing directly to you. Pedro was just getting out of the shower.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Pedro asked you as he sat next to you

“Hm sure, but what?” You sat up, looking at him. He turned the tv on and went on Netflix.

“I’m in a spooky mood, why not a horror movie?” You eyes widened

“Oh, again? Didn’t we like watch one a week ago?”

“Was it last week? Feels longer than that” he wondered “but whatever we can still watch one either way” he joked, you chuckled.

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah..” you said, turning your head to the tv, looking at was he wanted to watch. You’re not really the type to watch horror movies, you’re spooked too easily. It feels too real and it makes you question everything. But you do it for Pedro. He loooves them, and well, you also love how he makes you feel when you’re scared and such.

“Oh this one seems really good” oh shit yeah it seems really really scary. “Are you good to watch that one?” You read the tv “the conjuring” oh shiiiiit

“N- yeah yeah, let’s go for that one” you smiled

So he pressed play, and a knot formed in your stomach, already scared. Coincidentally, the wind outside started to blow. It was good to cool down, but it made noises outside. The way the plot is set and gets forward makes you shiver. This family getting haunted as they move in a new house. Move out!!

The mom is playing hide and seek with her daughter. She follows the claps to a big wardrobe.

“But, she’s not, she isn’t in there” you said, grabbing your knees. “I don’t want to look” you added, turning on the side, looking at Pedro. He laughed, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Come here” he said, opening his arms so you could cuddle with him. You still hid your face.

“Is the monster here?”

“Hm, no”

“You aren’t saying that so I look at the screen and then I get scared?” Pedro chuckled

“No”

“Promise?” You looked at him

“I promise” you slowly looked back at the tv, the mother was confused as her daughter wasn’t in the wardrobe. But she got scared when her daughter scared her. And that’s when you got scared too.

“Pedro!!” You hit him

“What?” He laughed

“You told me I would not be scared!”

“It’s not a real scary moment”

“Don’t care, I got scared!” He laughed, and hugged you.

“Feel better?”

“You think a hug will make me feel better?” You joked. He put his hand on your cheek, making you turn before kissing you passionately. “Now that’s better”

“Why do I feel like I’ll have to kiss you every time you’ll get scared?”

“Because that’s the least you can do for making me watch a horror movie” you said putting your hand on his waist

“That’s fine by me” he laughed, you playfully hit him.

Therefore, at each scary moment, you hid in his arms, and he gave you a kiss. Even when you got scared for a noise that came from outside.

“You know it’s just the wind right?”

“I know, but every windows are opened, it’s completely dark, we can’t see a thing outside, and we’re watching a horror movie. I think my reaction is pretty normal”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere”

“One more reason. We don’t know what’s out there” you both laughed

“It’s too hot to close you know”

“I know. I’m not saying we should close, but I’m saying that don’t leave me alone for even one second”

“Even to the bathroom?”

“Yes” you both laughed

“Oh dear”

“Consequences” you simply said, smiling

“I know I know” he said still holding you tight even if there wasn’t a scary scene, yet.

As the movie went on, obviously there were more scary scenes and it was getting more and more intense. You were barely watching it, even the noise coming from the tv were scaring you. You kept hiding in Pedro’s arms for the rest of the movie. Then you heard nothing.

“Is it over?”

“Yes” you were still too scared to move, anxious to get scared again when you thought you would not be. “It really is over cariño” he kissed your head. So you slowly turned and saw the black screen.

“Thank god” you sighed. “We’re not watching one again any time soon”

“Why not?” You stared at him

“You’re really asking?” He laughed

“It’s funny to see you completely scared”

“That’s mean” you pouted

“I’m joking” he pulled you close to kiss you

“You’ll have to do more than kiss me for that”

“I’m glad to” he said, hovering you, making you lay down, leaving kisses on your face and neck, making you laugh. “Come on, let’s go to bed” he said standing up, offering his hand to help you. You both went to bed.

Much to your surprise you slept well, not even having nightmares. You didn’t say anything to Pedro until he asked you because you knew he would use it as a reason to watch a horror movie again. And you were right, he did.

[ctl-yuejie]

10 BL men I want carnally (or so the title goes)

really ristricted myself to the roles + only men (otherwise this would take me days to compile) - I will be taking the "carnally" seriously.

tagged by @williamrikers and @bengiyo (I believe) <3

Gong Jun as Xia Yao in Advance Bravely

listen, I am focusing on the roles but also: it's Gong Jun - one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He is both feisty and baby in this. I do like hunky men, I like short kings. But from time to time I feel like sparring with a tall guy who I can later bully in bed. And he is also bratty and pouty in this series and gets spanked. I think I can work with that.

2. Mark Pakin as Nick in Only Friends

I think I have said enough that Boston is a dick and also that I can see my younger self in him. So with Mark's *gestures wildly* everything, Nick clearly falls into the most gorgeous men alive category that I also want to make cry in bed. We know Boston is great at sex. But he also stuck with Nick, so I really want to know what he can do. He should probably ride me.

3. Mix Sahaphab as Wen in Moonlight Chicken

besides Mix being stunning, both in terms of looks and in terms of character Wen is not someone I would usually go for. But he has sensuality down, and that first look at Uncle Jim had Uncle Jim feeling a specific type of way and agree to take him home with him and I cannot argue with that. And I do like a guy who can do a one night stand.

4. Tay Tawan as Shin in 3 Will Be Free

why are you, as a man, holding a guys waist while craning your head to get all the french kisses? well, you could be Tay Tawan as Shin. Both beautiful and oh so moody and brooding when you think your first crush is into the the stunning women at your side. This is the perfect threesome and I would very much like to be part of it.

5. Joong Archen as Joke in Hidden Agenda

whatever this series was and despite his character being a bit underwritten, one thing the writing team made sure of was to let us know that Joke can arrange your body in any way he wants. he's both very caring and soft which doesn't quite fit the intensity of the "carnally" theme, but just watching him lift Zo up gives me so many ideas to what else he can do. and he said himself, that sex with him is going to make you feel very good.

6. Fandy Fan as Hsia Yu Hao and Zach Lu as Qiu Ziu Xuan in Crossing the Line

both stunning. I appreciate that Hsia Yu Hao dreams of getting dominated a bit and while they are young and inexperienced the electricity in the shower room scene gives me all the confidence that they both know what to do. Plus points for the possibilities to fuck all over the gym when you're young and horny and don't care that much about the mood of a place.

7. Net Siraphob as King in Bed Friend

do I still have to watch the show? yes. but just by looking at the gifsets I am very certain that he should be at the top of any "desiring carnally" list. he is cocky, knows what to do with his hands, has some great moves (that bed jump), is kinky and his eyes convey how much he loves to fuck and how turned on he is at all times. he also seems very sweet and caring. even I would consider him as boyfriend material. and that is wildly out of the norm.

8. Kouhei Takeda as Nozue and Kimura Tatsunari as Togawa in Oldfashion Cupcake

you just know that they are great at sex, even before the infamous thumb scene. the sensuality, the amount of pent-up horniness togawa brings to the table. and while he probably hasn't gotten laid for some time i get the feeling that nozue is naturally good in bed once he feels comfortable in his body. they would make for some really great slow and dirty saturday evening sex.

9. Boss Chaikamon as Phayu in Love in The Air

yes, this is Boss being an excellent kisser but that makes it canon for Phayu in the show. Usually not that into getting dommed necessarily but oh boy would I make an exception for him. (Prapai and his beagle energy and sex at the workplace was a hot contender though).

10. Gap Jakarin as Yai in The Sign

cannot believe I only now arrived at a himbo character but here he is. you could offer to ride him and he would say thank you and maybe shed a little tear about it. maybe not the best technique but definitely the energy to balance it out.

honorary mentions: Daddy Dan (Papang Phromphiriya) in Only Friends...maybe not the most adventerous but he is very charming and a great kisser, Daddy Chan (Peter Knight) in KinnPorsche ...while the whole cast is stupidly hot all characters would annoy me too much to even consider for a one night stand. daddy chan however..., Time (JJ Chalach) in KinnPorsche that being said..he cheats on the most beautiful being that is Tay who still sticks with him so I guess the dick has to be fantastic

tagging everyone who wants to have a go!

[feverishly-kpop]

Hyunjin & Stray Kids - Spicy Food Challenge

Stray Kids were no strangers to appearing on variety shows and, with their new comeback, they were once again making the rounds. Some of the shows really were great to go on. Fun hosts, interesting challenges, kind staff, overall truly just a good atmosphere to work.

Unfortunately, this given show was not one of them.

When Chan had announced that they’d be back on the show this week promoting the comeback he was met with a chorus of groans.

“Every time we go you tell us that hopefully it’ll be the last time but somehow we always end up back there” Changbin said, the frustration evident in his voice.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Chan responded, carefully towing the line between being a leader and a friend. He didn’t want to go any more than anybody else in the group but if JYPE said that they were going, then they were going.

The mood was undeniably sour over the next couple of days as they awaited their afternoon of filming, everybody on edge about what was to come. Felix hadn’t said more than a few words to Chan, feeling sensitive about the last time they were on the show and some off-colour remarks were made about Felix’s freckles that didn’t make the final edit. Chan had assured him behind closed doors that they wouldn’t have to go back again but that was clearly a promise he couldn’t deliver on.

Hyunjin had immediately picked up on Felix’s discontent and pulled him aside, where Felix promptly began crying as he explained why he was upset. The unkept promise, the embarrassment of having to face the hosts again, and the fear that they’d make more cruel jokes at his expense again. Hyunjin listened attentively before pulling Felix into a hug, promising that he’d make sure that nothing happened this time.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hyunjin made sure to deliver on that promise, patting the seat next to him in the van that morning, inviting Felix to stay by his side. Chan looked on, knowing that Felix was rightfully upset with him but also recognizing that now was not the time to deal with that. Hyunjin seemed to have things under control and that would need to be enough until they had wrapped filming and Chan could sit down with Felix and hash things out.

The shoot had started off innocuously enough, introductions followed by a dance challenge, some harmless jokes sprinkled here and there. Hyunjin stayed by Felix’s side as much as he could and kept his eyes glued on him when they had to be separated. When they made it to the last challenge without incident Hyunjin was almost convinced that maybe things had changed since the last time they appeared on the show.

That notion was quickly dispelled when the last challenge was explained - a hot wing challenge. They would all eat one hot wing, gradually increasing in heat.

“Last time Felix was here he got a little teary eyed over something that was said. So we figured we’d give him the opportunity to redeem himself by giving him the hottest wing to eat” the host said, his tone upbeat but with a recognizably sinister undertone to anyone who was actually paying attention.

Felix immediately made eye contact with Hyunjin in a way that made it clear that Hyunjin had to do something immediately. Without giving it much thought, Hyunjin quickly spoke up.

“Felix isn’t a fan of spicy things, he can eat mine and I’ll eat his” he said, knowing he’d regret every word of it once it was his turn to actually eat the wing. It was true that Felix wasn’t fond of spicy food, but it was also true that Hyunjin himself was even less fond of it. Felix looked back at Hyunjin very much ready to walk back Hyunjin’s declaration, but Hyunjin gave him a look that made Felix turn away, accepting the favor that Hyunjin had done for him.

The first few members ate their wings, all fairly mild comparatively. Han got a few laughs when he dropped his on the floor, making a small mess that he was forced to clean up himself. Hyunjin knew that editing would surely have a heyday with that, which made him laugh a little harder.

Minho was the last to go before Hyunjin, his face turning crimson as he swallowed his wing. Minho had a fairly high tolerance for spicy food, which meant that if his wing was hot enough to make him blush, Hyunjin was in for it.

The moment that the host put the wing in front of Hyunjin his heart began to race. The smell alone almost burned the inside of his nostrils.

“The last hot wing is made from the hottest pepper on Earth, the Carolina reaper” the host said as Hyunjin looked at the wing. He delayed another moment before finally picking it up and taking a bite.

For a second Hyunjin thought that maybe it smelled spicier than it actually was. But that changed in a matter of seconds when the heat kicked in and continued to rise unlike anything that Hyunjin had ever experienced. He put the wing down on the plate, trying his best to chew and swallow which would signify successful completion of the challenge. After what felt like an excruciatingly long time, Hyunjin swallowed and opened his mouth, earning applause from everybody on set. He stood up quickly, doing his best to feign a smile as he swayed on his feet out of dizziness.

Felix immediately noticed Hyunjin’s discomfort, discretely sneaking to his side. Hyunjin quickly grabbed Felix’s arm in an effort to steady himself as his head continued to spin.

“I need a drink” Hyunjin said quietly in a voice only audible to Felix. Felix nodded quickly in response, making eye contact with a member of the production team who was already a step ahead of him, pouring a cold glass of milk for Hyunjin.

Hyunjin accepted the glass with shaky hands but Felix couldn’t help but notice the way he struggled to get it to his mouth.

“Hey, how about you sit down again and have a few sips” Felix said, guiding Hyunjin back to the chair he had been sitting in for the challenge. Hyunjin took a step forward but tripped, spilling a bit of the milk from his glass to the floor. He tried to smile, doing his best to play it off, but it was becoming clear to Felix that Hyunjin wasn’t feeling very well.

The side conversion continued as Hyunjin collapsed heavily into the chair, spilling some milk on his pants in the process prompting more laughter from some of the members. Felix promptly grabbed a napkin to wipe the wet spot near his knee as Hyunjin took a sip from the glass.

Chan had made his way to Hyunjin’s other side, pushing his hair behind his ears in order to get the loose strands off of his face, which was becoming more and more flushed by the moment. Minho was kneeling down in front of him, supporting his hand and quietly encouraging him to take a few more small sips of milk.

The rest of the members, however, seemed oblivious to the discomfort that Hyunjin was experiencing, continuing to laugh with the hosts as they made jokes that Hyunjin couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears. All he could focus on was the dizziness and the uncomfortable heat radiating from the inside of his body out.

And that’s when his stomach turned.

Minho had been trying to coax him to take another drink when Hyunjin quickly shook his head. Minho had seen that look in Hyunjin’s eyes enough times to know what came next. Without missing a beat he quickly pulled Hyunjin to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist, just in time for Hyunjin to put his hand over his mouth. They made it off set and into the hallway before Hyunjin doubled over the first waste bin they came across, immediately vomiting up the hot wing and just about everything else he had to eat and drink that day. Chan and Felix followed them off the set and stood at a respectable distance until Hyunjin finished.

Nobody in the hallway said a word. Instead, Hyunjin was left to take in the sounds of half of his team laughing at his pain along with the hosts as Minho held him upright, Felix rubbed his back, and Chan searched for a chair to sit Hyunjin down in before he collapsed.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hyunjin wasn’t sure how the show ended. Chan had returned and helped Minho drag him to a nearby lounge where they quickly laid him down on a couch. Minho pulled a couple of pillows off some of the surrounding chairs and placed them under Hyunjin’s feet, worried that he would pass out based on how dizzy he seemed to be. Chan dampened a folded up paper towel and placed it over Hyunjin’s forehead hoping to get him more comfortable. Felix stood back letting his hyungs take care of Hyunjin apologizing repeatedly until Minho shushed him, kindly advising that he needed to calm down so that Hyunjin could calm down.

Once the filming wrapped the rest of the members found Chan, Minho, Hyunjin and Felix in the lounge.

“Hyunjin you were so funny! The funniest part of the show” Han said through his laughter.

“This shoot was so fun, I can’t believe we didn’t want to come” I.N. added before getting a glare from Minho, who was doing his best to comfort a sick and now crying Hyunjin.

“Out” Chan said sternly, turning away from Hyunjin to face the rest of the team that had just come in. “Get out. Now. Tell the driver to take you all home and come back for the rest of us.

They all froze, not at all accustomed to seeing Chan in such an angry state, but quickly followed his directions and filed out of the room.

“Our ride won’t be back for another half hour or so. Just close your eyes Jinnie. Minho, Felix, and I will be here if you need anything” Chan whispered to Hyunjin as he replaced the compress on his forehead with a fresh one.

*~*~*~*~*~

By the time they returned home Hyunjin was feeling much better apart from being exhausted by the entire experience. Minho had sent Felix back to their apartment as Chan helped Hyunjin get cleaned up for bed.

“Are you sure you’re alright now, Hyunjin?” Chan lingered on the edge of his dongsaeng’s bed, brushing some rogue strands of hair from Hyunjin’s face. “You gave us a scare.”

Hyunjin nodded his head and Chan stood up, pulling the blankets more snugly. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard his name being called from the bed softly. He turned around to find Hyunjin suddenly tearing up.

“Why were they all laughing?” Hyunjin asked, wiping the tears from his eyes before they could fall. “I was sick and they all laughed.”

“I’m sorry, Jinnie. I’m going to talk to them. I promise” Chan replied as he closed the door finding very angry Minho and a very scared Han and Changbin.

“My apartment” Minho growled through gritted teeth. “Now.”

Han and Changbin instantly rose to their feet and headed out the door followed by Minho. Chan couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Minho was about to give them exactly what they deserved.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hyunjin woke up the next morning feeling fairly well apart from a bit of residual pain in his stomach. He found his phone on his bedside table where Minho had made sure to place it on its charger the prior evening. Upon unlocking it he immediately found a text from Felix:

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let you eat the hot wing. I hope you’re feeling better.”

Hyunjin responded, assuring Felix that he was feeling just fine and that he had nothing to apologize for before stepping out of him room to find two very guilt-ridden members eating breakfast in nearly complete silence. Han and Changbin’s eyes both shot up at Hyunjin as he exited his room but Changbin was the first to speak as he leapt to his feet.

“I’m so sorry, Jinnie, we all are. Truly,” Changbin said as he guided Hyunjin by the shoulders to a seat at the table. “I didn’t realize how sick you were.”

Han was the next one on his feet, filling a glass of water and placing it in front of Hyunjin.

“We can’t have you getting dehydrated on us. Make sure you have plenty to drink today to replenish your fluids. Is your stomach feeling better? Do you still feel dizzy? You look a bit flushed…”

Hyunjin cut Jisung off before he could continue to spiral.

“I’m fine, Hannie. If I’m flushed it’s only because you two are embarrassing me” Hyunjin replied with a laugh.

Han smiled sadly as he sat down across from Hyunjin again. “That’s fair,” he said before pausing. “But I’m really sorry. We were jerks last night.”

“Thank you. I accept your apologies. But I’m really feeling a lot better today. No more apologies” Hyunjin replied, standing up to get himself some breakfast.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Hyunjin opened it to find Seungmin and I.N. on the other side, both looking just like Changbin and Han had when Hyunjin had come out of his room a few minutes earlier. Without delay they both launched themselves at him, sputtering about how sorry they were.

Hyunjin sighed. So much for no more apologies.