#let me stop before I get carried away!!😫

[bi-writes]

I know you mentioned simon doesn’t let his mail order bride lift a finger but I can just imagine her accidentally breaking something and her being so scared she tries to fix it in secret😫he would be so offended if he caught you

mail-order bride

you shriek when your elbow knocks it off the counter.

you cover your ears as the ceramic shatters, flooding the kitchen floor with hot, boiling water. your hands shake as you try and take a few steps back, your lip wobbling as you look at the mess you've made of the kitchen.

you immediately scramble. you go for the towels under the sink, dropping them onto the floor and trying to soak up the water quickly before it touches the carpet from the living room. you can feel the sharp pieces of ceramic under them, but you're too busy trying to clean up to notice how sharp some of the pieces are and that you've cut the side of your finger.

"oi! i heard somethin'," you hear simon's voice coming back in from outside. you gasp, tears blurring your vision, and you're frantic as you try and push the towels out of the way to make the mess look a little smaller.

"no! e-everything's...fine!" you say back, but you know your voice is shaking, so you aren't surprised when you hear him on his way, coming down the hallway and standing in the doorway of the kitchen. you look up at him, holding up your hand over your mouth, shaking your head. "simon...simon, i-i'm sorry..."

he's sweaty from working outside. he runs a hand over his buzzed blonde hair, sighing deeply as he puts his hands on his hips.

"y'r bleedin', baby," simon mutters. you stop moving, looking down at your palms, and you see the little cut on your palm. it isn't deep, but it stings all of the sudden, and your vision blurs again as more tears come down your face.

"i'm sorry, simon," you whisper, sniffling as you wipe your face. "simon, i'm sorry, i just...i just...wanted to make you some tea, i didn't mean..."

"swee'eart," simon interrupts, stepping over the towels. he holds out his hands for you. "get off the floor. c'mon."

you let him pull you to your feet, and he reaches one big arm around you, and he picks you up easily from around your waist and carries you a few inches off the ground, depositing you onto the carpet where you can't hurt yourself.

"simon--"

"don't cry," simon mutters, shaking his head. "y'r so thoughtful, baby..." he scrunches his face, smiling a little, giving your nose a soft kiss. "tryin' to do somethin' for me? awww..." he chuckles. "'s olright. just had an accident, yeah?"

you nod.

"i-i didn't mean to break it, simon."

"i know, baby. shit happens."

you laugh a little, wiping your face, and he leans down to kiss you gently. you kiss him back softly, opening your mouth a little, and you're rewarded with his tongue, sliding over your own as he reaches up to grip your chin and kiss you a little harder.

when he pulls away, you stay near, your nose against his as you look up at him.

"simon?"

"yeah, baby?" he smirks. you smile back, eyes shining.

"when are you going to fuck me?" you ask, all breath, all sweet, all sugar.

you both laugh, and simon shakes his head, touching your nose before he steps into the kitchen to clean up.

when you slink out of the kitchen, you pretend you don't see him adjust himself in his jeans.

[luveline]

more girl dad! hotch plsssss 😫😫😩😩😩

hotch navigates his small family ♡ mom!reader, 1k

Hotch speaks with a softness you could spin into silk. "That's okay, sweetheart. You fill this one out for me next." 

You peer through the small gap in the door. Hotch is sitting behind his desk with a case file open in front of him, though you assume any photographs are sequestered away, because in his lap sits a small girl, a toddler with dark, neat hair and a matching frown. 

"This one next," she says, picking up her crayon. 

"That one next. Good job, I'll be finished in no time with you helping me." 

"And we can have… uhm…" 

"Rusks?" 

"Yes, please." 

Hotch leans down to kiss his daughter's small head gently. "You're so polite. How about we leave all this grown up work and get you a rusk now?"

She turns on his leg to slouch into his stomach. Hotch picks her up, the sleeves of his shirt tightening at his biceps as he wraps them behind her back and under her butt, pushing the office chair aside with a careful leg. 

He sees you in the doorway and smiles. 

"Hi, Mr. Hotchner," you say. 

"Hi, mommy," he says, directing Jane's little body your way so she can see you where you're standing outside of his home office. "What are you doing?" 

"Just coming to check on you both. And I need help with something." 

You've stopped expecting him to pass you whatever kid it is he's carrying anymore. When Aaron is home, he's home, and he's dearly attached to his young daughter. He'd be attached to Jack if he weren't constantly out in the backyard looking for toads. He kisses your cheek, careful not to squish Jane between you. "What do you need help with?" 

"I can't get the lid off of the pickles and I promised Jack I'd get him the biggest one." 

"Why are our children so hungry?" he asks, putting his hand behind your shoulder as you walk down the stairs together. "Could it be because they both refuse to eat their breakfast, even when mommy says you'll regret it?" 

"Breakfast?" Jane asks, blinking owlishly. 

You smile at her. "No, sweetheart. Let's have rusks and milk, should we? With honey. Dad's gonna make it just the way you like it." 

Jack is back in the house tracking mud footprints over every inch of the kitchen. Only then does Aaron pass you Jane. She's light and easy to hold, she doesn't wriggle or gripe. Despite her resting frown, she's a happy girl who's content to be passed from person to person. "Daddy?" she asks. 

"Two seconds." Jack stands guiltily by the fridge, looking down at his shoes and then up at the ceiling, like looking away will get rid of the mess. "Jack, we've talked about this. You can play in the yard when it's wet if you take your shoes off before you come in."

"Well, I thought my shoes would be more dry," Jack says. 

"You can't leave water everywhere. What if Y/N slipped while she was carrying your sister? Then they'd both be hurt." 

"I guess," Jack says. 

"We're gonna have to mop it up. You can help me, buddy. You remember where we put the mop bucket?" 

You prop Jane on the island by the sink basin. She immediately puts her hand under the faucet, fascinated by the automatic water. "Wow, lots of fuss," you say. 

Aaron helps Jack take off his messy shoes and puts the mop bucket into the basin with a heap of praise for Jane's assistance, such a good helper. He lifts Jack up to squirt cleaner into the water. He's still laughing when he sets him down. 

"Rusks, dad?" Jane asks. 

Aaron almost barrels you over trying to hold her, lifting her back into his arms to kiss her soft cheek. "I am, I promise." He gives you a pleading look. "Honey–" 

"Yeah, okay. I never do the mopping, anyways. Me and Jack will learn together." 

You can hear him drowning Jane in love and sweetness as you and Jack get to work. "It's like this, babe, we push the mop head into the drain so we can soak up all the muddy water, then rinse and repeat." You drop your voice to a whisper, hands slack on the handle. "Don't worry, I'll do all the hard work." 

"Can we still have pickles?" Jack asks. 

"Of course we can. Dad's not mad, he just doesn't like the mess. Quicker we clean up, the sooner we can have a snack. You're not super hungry, are you?" 

"I'm starving." 

You put the mop back in the bucket, looking Jack up and down. He looks like he could use some proper warming after his time outside in the late September cold, pale cheeks rosy and his nose kissed with chill. 

"Aaron? Me and Jack have to pause the mopping, we're hungry." 

"Pretend I believe you and sit down. I'll make you something." 

"We really are hungry, dad." 

Jack takes your hand and pulls you toward the kitchen table. It's an organised chaos, your work things, Aaron's coat, Jack's science project. Underneath it lays a carpet of baby toys and Jane's washables; she plays under the table often to be close to her dad when he's working and you're cooking, or he's cooking and you're reading. 

You put him in a seat next to the highchair where Jane spoons warm rusk-mush into her mouth hurriedly. Aaron has secured a baby pink bib around her neck with a safety pin and filled her little sippy cup with watered down orange juice. She looks as happy as you've ever seen her as she misses her own mouth. 

You fill Aaron's seat as he vacates it to watch her. You and Aaron are good at filling each other's gaps, parenthood akin to the world's most loving game of musical chairs, and you're just as good at being together, you'd say —he squeezes your shoulders as he leans down. "For the record, you know how to mop. I just don't see why you should." 

"That's the right idea," you say happily, laughing as he kisses your cheek. 

[pinguwrites]

Hey idk if your requests are still open, if not then please disregard this, but can I request a dark fic where older dilf cillian is tied to a chair and the reader uses his dick (noncon) to “milk him of his babies” to get themselves pregnant, and he is like nono please don’t get pregnant but he can’t do anything about it? Thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😫😫😫😮‍💨

i creamed my pants reading this

Drabble: You milk Cillian of his babies

Pairing -> sub!cillian murphy x dark!reader

Warnings: NON-CON, DARK!, sub!cillian, breeding kink, dark!reader, age-gap (cillian's early fourties, reader's early twenties), next door neighbor!cillian, drugging, implied they met when reader was underage, use of little girl and good boy, slapping, hair pulling, biting

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Cillian Murphy didn't think that you were capable of this—his sweet next door neighbor, that innocent little girl who used to cling to him like a shadow, the one that asked for help with homework, the one that had now drugged and tied him to a chair, hands and legs bound, as you rode him to no end.

"You're getting older," you mused as Cillian cried. "Gotta do it now."

The sensation was too much for him to handle. He’d thought about it before, much to his shame, but not like this. Not you stealing orgasm after orgasm out of him, biting his neck and pulling his hair, with a wicked smile that made him feel like he was being tortured by the devil herself.

“Please,” Cillian whined, trying to squirm away from the pain and pleasure. “Please don’t do this, I can’t get you pregnant—fuck!—you’re too young.”

He could feel another orgasm coming. He was secretly hoping that you were on birth control this entire time, that this was all a cruel prank, but he knew deep down that you were serious.

You were raping him. You wanted him to breed you.

"I only did it cause you want it," you snapped, giving Cillian a light slap. “Mmm,” you tossed your head back as you bounced, “saw the way you looked at me. Dirty old man. Wonder what people will think when they see me carrying your child.”

Cillian shook his head. “No, no, no. You have to get off. I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can. I’m probably pregnant already.”

“Then stop,” he begged. “Stop it. Take—take the ropes off. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

“We’re not done yet,” you moaned. “Oh, Cilly! Need’a take your cum, every last fucking drop.”

"P-please, I can't take it anymore.” He felt like he was about to collapse. He couldn’t keep up with your stamina. “Jus' a little break,” he pleaded.

“Tired?” you teased.

“Yes.”

“I guess I’m too much for you.” You laughed. “You better get used to this.”

Your face fell once you noticed tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, don’t cry.” You wiped them away. “Don’t you love me?”

Cillian felt like he was backed into a corner. Why was he still feeling soft towards you? He should be angry—livid, even. But he couldn’t, not towards his little girl.

“I do.”

“And you’ll be there for our child? You’ll marry me, right?”

"Yeah," Cillian whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. "You know I will. I'll always take care of you.” Even as you hurt him, took advantage of him, he couldn’t help his feelings.

"Good boy,” you said, a pleased look on your face. “I’m so lucky you’re mine. Now—stay still, stop wiggling, and let me milk your cock.”

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Hi! First of all I love your writing and I hope you are healthy! May I ask hc of young gojo in hs in which reader(fem) is his classmate and she is intelligent,polite and stronger than him and she is short and a little manipulative she looks like a doll . Gojo fell for her but she doesn't respond? I'm sorry if this is long please take your time. Thank you!

I’m doing well! hope you’re doing good too. 🫂

I hope I did this right??!!?!!! I loved writing this, just having a man that is right in your palm and completely infatuated with you is a need. 😫

Part 2 here

Gojo who cant take his eyes off you during class. strands of hair framing your face as you write something down in the book infront of you. everything is placed neatly on your desk your pencil case it’s neatly filled with pastel highlighters and pens and a half filled water bottle is placed on the right corner of your desk. gojo sits on the other side of the room with his head resting on his hand as he stares in awe. his peace is rudely interrupted when his bestfriend Getou walks in, taking the seat directly next to you. Gojo watches as you smile up at his bestfriend giggling at his jokes and helping him with questions.

Gojo who writes down word for word what you say when answering a question in class. your hand is always the first to shoot up and although he knows the answer he always lets it be that way so he can hear your voice. once the class is over he walks up to you as you gather your belongings placing them in you bag. He can’t get over how small you are compared to him, his tall frame towering over you as you look up at him batting your lashes. ‘hey doll’ he says as you continue packing up. ‘don’t Gojo’ you simply state not even moving your focus from your bag. ‘what? come on I just wanna talk to you’ he chuckled following you as you walk out of class. ‘Gojo don’t start with me’ you say poking his chest slightly pushing him back.

Gojo who has no idea why you never even give him the time of day. Other girls throw themselves at him yet you hold your ground pushing him away. he knows you’re perfect and way better then him and in ways he knows he doesn’t deserve you but how he dreams about you and thinks non stop about how he’d treat you and kiss your soft lips. what he doesn’t know is that you also think about him all of the time but know he’s a douche and doesn’t mean most of what he says so you think it’s best just to ignore him and carry on with life. but you can’t help but think about him sometimes when your alone at night, his frame ontop of you as you arch in his touch.

Gojo who can’t help but pester you all day. from following you around the school and trying to partner up with you during classes and trying to message you non stop asking if you’re okay. He just finds you so cute when you walk into class, the ponytail on your head swaying as you walk. your glasses on your nose and your lips covered in a tinted gloss. you say Hi to your teacher and a few other students before going to your own desk, placing everything neatly in its place. you can feel his gaze burning into you. you turn to face him, his lips turn up into a smile and he waved at you. the blindfold covering his eyes living up his hair and letting it fall over the fabric. you give him a wave back showing him a sweet smile just so you can tease him a little.

Gojo who falls to your tricks. he urges for those little acts of attention you provide him weather it would be a short wave or a hand on his shoulder he can’t help but crave it. you laugh as you practically have him in the palm of your hand. the short amount of attention you provide him you double to his bestfriend laughing extra hard at jokes just to see the annoyed expression on Gojos face. but he has no idea, he can’t get over how incredibly innocent you are, you must have no idea what you do to him right? not even when most of his friends tell him he’s too far deep, he doesn’t care he knows what he wants and he knows he’ll get it.

Gojo who watches as you smile to people in the corridors holding open doors. the seemingly i simple use of manners only making him more infatuated with you. The way you stride with a confidence he’s never seen before and how his hand is twice the size of yours only leads him to thinking things he shouldn’t. ‘hey wait up’ he shouts as you walk out of class. ‘what gojo’ you say looking up at him through your glasses. ‘I told you before call me Satoru’ he says with a smile. ‘okay Satoru what do you want’ you reply making sure the emphasise his name. ‘I want to take you out’ he shrugs hope you’d be as easy as the other girls. you laugh at his words shaking your head before walking down the corridor with him running to catch up with you.

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 21

"Discomfort and Doubt"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Holy crap, why did this take me so long?? 😫

I do apologize for being away from this story for a bit! Things got crazy at the end of the school year, then I started summer break and I've been a little busy since the start of that, as well. Plus, I've had a bit of writer's block in the middle of that, so that didn't help either 😒

Well, we're back with our favorite Clones and things are ramping up for the Imperial gala, which we'll be getting to next time! This is a long one to make up for the wait, so I hope y'all enjoy!! 💜

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《 Chapter 20

》 Chapter 22

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: Emotions are running high for many as the Bad Batch and Koriena Force make final preparations for the upcoming Imperial masquerade gala.

In a dark hallway, Rina was running from a pursuer who had ill intentions. They called out for her and carried with them a container filled with chemicals they wanted to use on her, which was never going to happen. They had sent two others after her, who were chasing her even faster. She ran as fast as she could. There was no way they were going to use those chemicals on her. It was dangerous and there was no telling what it would do to her. Her heart was pounding as she kept going and ducked into another room. She had to get away.

"It's no use, Rina! You know you can't hide from us!" one of the people chasing her cried out.

"I can and I will," she muttered to herself as she slammed her hand on the door console and made it close, locking it afterwards.

She slowly backed away from the door, still in a defensive stance in case they managed to come through. She figured they wouldn’t blast through the door; that would be too much of a hassle for them. She heard them come up to the door, there were beeps from the console followed by them frustratedly realizing that the door was locked. They spoke in hushed tones, quiet enough that Rina couldn't make out what was being said. Then she heard a whirring sound, a click and then a beep from the door console, the red light on it switching to green. She cursed to herself. They'd gotten the hacker to override the door. She should've known…and now, it looked like that maybe she would have to fight her way out.

The door slid open and the two chasers who'd been after her suddenly leapt into the room and they each grabbed her by an arm, quicker than she'd anticipated.

"Let me go!" Rina shouted.

"Stop fighting," one of them said as Rina struggled against their grip.

The third person walked in, the bottle with the chemical concoction in their hands at the ready. Rina's heart rate spiked at seeing it and the person drawing nearer. She fought harder against those holding onto her, but they weren't letting up. How she wanted to scream for help. Specifically, for Wrecker. If he were there, he could take care of them with no problem. To her dismay, he wasn't there. He and the boys were off on yet another mission. She was left to her own devices, but, as the person with the chemicals drew nearer, it looked like she wasn't going to get out of this one.

With an angry grunt, she yelled at the person as they approached, "I'll die before I let you use that on me!"

"...oh, will you get a grip, Rina? You'll get your color back, but this needs to be done!"

In the refresher room of the Aurora, Kida stood before Rina, rolling her eyes at her friend and unamused at the fact she had to sic Kimber and Lex on Rina to stop her from running. In her hand, Kida clutched a bottle of color stripping solution that she intended to use on Rina’s hair…and Rina was being less than cooperative.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Lex warned Rina, who was still struggling against her and Kimber’s grip.

Just then, Irys walked into the room, holding a datapad. “I see you managed to capture our little fugitive,” she commented.

“Oh, bite me, Irys,” Rina replied flatly.

“Look, even though we stole his invitation, the doctor from Balmorra could very well find another way to get into the gala,” said Kimber. “He saw you and would recognize you immediately, even with a mask on.”

“Your hair is a dead giveaway, so we have to get rid of the color,” Kida added.

With a frustrated growl, Rina shot back, “Well, he saw Boss Lady, too! Why aren’t you coming for her hair and stripping it?”

Giving the solution bottle a shake, Kida told her, “Kimber’s hair color is much more common, which means she’ll still blend in just fine.”

Rina let her head fall forward and heaved a loud, heavy and exasperated sigh. “I must be out of my mind,” she muttered under breath. Then she lifted her head up and said reluctantly, "Fine, do what you gotta do…but I’m dyeing my hair again after the gala."

“You’re going to be fine. It’s not the end of the world,” said Irys.

Rina just mumbled in response.

Loosening her hold on her friend, Kimber looked to the other ladies and asked, “Is it that bad?”

Lex answered her, “Rina isn’t a fan of her natural hair color. She thinks it doesn’t suit her.”

Getting more uncomfortable with the whole situation, Rina just waved her hands around and blurted out, “Can we just get this over with before I become sane again?”

Kimber gave her a reassuring pat on the back and then said to Kida, “We leave her in your capable hands, Kida, and if Kori wakes up, we’ll watch him until you’re done.”

“You ladies are lifesavers,” Kida commented as she started unscrewing the cap to the bottle.

While Lex and Irys left the room, Kimber stole one more look at Rina and noticed how uncomfortable she appeared. She really did not want to do this to her hair. The unique coloring of her hair was a huge part of her personality and in doing this, it was almost taking that away from her, even though she knew she could easily dye it again later. Kimber felt she needed something to help her through this, so she told Kida to hold off on starting for just a minute and took off from the room. She made her way to Rina’s room on the ship and grabbed something she knew would offer Rina some comfort. Once the object was acquired, she ran back to the refresher.

“Rina…I think you need this,” she said to her friend, holding out the black and blue sweetblossom-laced tooka doll named Kicker that belonged to Rina, having been given to her from her sweetheart, Wrecker, months prior.

Seeing one of her favorite possessions, Rina’s unhappy scowl softened, touched at the fact Kimber had thought to bring that for her. She reached out and took the doll, running her thumbs over the fuzzy fabric. Then she brought it up to her face and deeply inhaled the sweet aroma of the sweetblossom inside that almost right away began to calm her nerves.

“You know me so well, Kimber,” she stated, her tone now more pleasant and at ease.

“That, I do,” Kimber answered as she flashed her a smile and then exited the room.

As she made her way down the hall, her comm device chirped and she heard the voice of her beloved speak through it, “Kimber, we’ve got the gear and supplies from Cid ready. Where are you and the girls?”

“We’re all on the Aurora,” she answered him.

“We’ll make our way there,” he said.

She grinned to herself. “I’m counting down the seconds until I see you.”

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?”

She snickered, knowing he’d pick up that she’d referenced words he’d said to her before. “Well, maybe I wanted to say it this time, my love,” she replied. “I’ll see you soon.”

She pocketed her comm device and remained standing in the hall for a brief moment, taking in the fact that she was now alone. The boys were on their way, Kida was with Rina and then Lex and Irys were off elsewhere in the ship. Being alone made her thoughts begin to wander and a familiar temptation rose up within her; one she still wasn’t sure why she continued giving in to. Nothing had come from it, which she knew from the beginning would be the result anyway. But she couldn’t shake the feelings she was having, so she decided to duck into Rina’s room, which she knew was unoccupied. Then she took out the encrypted holopad she kept with her now instead of in her pack. Her head fell back against the door for a moment after the door closed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this again," she whispered aloud as she went over and sat down in a chair in Rina's room.

She took a deep breath and activated the device to record her message. Then she spoke, her voice low, "Hey, Crosshair…it’s me again. I really don't know why I keep doing this. My other transmissions haven't resulted in anything from you, which I knew would be the case anyway. I'm sure you probably don't care to hear from me. I mean…why would you? You most likely see me as a traitor…but I promise you, I want nothing but the best for you. That's all I've ever wanted." Her throat tightened and she could feel the tears coming to her eyes, so she rapidly blinked to keep them from falling. "When will this end, Crosshair? When will you open your eyes and come home? I don't know what the Empire did to you to make you turn against us…but if I had known this was what would've happened, then I…I would've accepted Tarkin's offer to join the Imperial army."

Her attempt to keep from getting emotional failed and the tears fell down her cheeks. Through her quiet crying, she continued, "He had threatened to kill all of you if I refused, but I knew if he did, then at least we would all die together. But this…having you apart from us, resenting us and having tried to kill us…this is a fate worse than death to me. If I had known this was what would happen; if I could do it over again, then I would've taken Tarkin's offer to save you, Crosshair. Then, at least, you'd be safe and still with your brothers." She brushed her tears away, taking a deep breath. "I don't know if anything I say has any effect on you at all, but I need you to know that these are the things that are on my mind every moment we're apart. Not a day goes by where I don't think of you and miss you so much, it nearly kills me." She paused again for a moment, wanting to say a thousand more things and ask a hundred questions, but she knew there would be no point to it. Instead, she said in conclusion, "Know this, Crosshair: no matter where you go, no matter what you do…you'll always be my brother and I'll still love you. That'll never change…goodbye."

With that being said, Kimber ended the transmission and it sent. Most likely never to be watched, but she didn't care at this point. This was the only way she was able to cope with Crosshair’s absence and betrayal. It probably wasn't the smartest idea, but she felt she wasn't able to really talk about it with the Clones, so it was the best she had.

She put the holopad in her pocket and sat there for a minute, mulling over everything she'd said. Shortly after that, she heard baby cries coming over the ship's sound system, which meant Kori was now awake. Guess it was time to take care of the baby like she'd promised Kida. Carefully, she snuck out of Rina's room and made her way to Kida and Kori's room.

Though, as she walked inside the room, she found Irys already there, rocking the baby up and down in her arms.

"Oh! I heard him crying and thought I’d come check on the baby. I didn’t know you were already here," Kimber stated as Irys watched her walk in.

"Yeah, I happened to be close by," said Irys, continuing to rock Kori, who was starting to calm down.

Kimber just gave her a nod and moved to leave the room.

"I know what you were doing, Kimber."

She halted in front of the door. "What?" she asked.

With unwavering eye contact, Irys stated, "I know you were sending a message to Crosshair."

Kimber was shocked. How did Irys know? "I..I wasn’t--" she tried lying.

"You don’t need to lie to me," Irys interrupted her. "I walked by Rina’s room and overheard some of the things you were saying. It didn’t take me long to figure out what you were doing."

Hearing that, Kimber knew she couldn't talk her way out of it. Irys had figured her out. Instead, she sighed and explained, "I didn’t tell him where we are or anything. Plus, I’ve been using the encrypted holopad that Rina gave me a long time ago, so he can’t trace the transmission."

Irys's head whipped back to face her, her eyes widening slightly. "You’ve been using it? You mean you’ve done this more than once?"

Kimber rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "Twice, actually," she admitted.

Then it was Irys's turn to sigh with exasperation. Setting Kori, who was now calm, back into his bassinet, she said to Kimber, "I don’t think it’s wise of you to be doing that."

"I know," said Kimber, hanging her head briefly. Then she lifted her eyes again. "It’s just…he’s like my brother. I love him and I miss him so much."

"I understand," said Irys, coming around the pram to stand in front of Kimber. "I’m not surprised that, despite what he’s done, you miss him and you’re trying to still reach out to him." She laid a hand on Kimber's arm. "You’re a good person, Kimber, with a very kind heart. Your compassion and trust is something few in this galaxy deserve yet you offer it freely to just about everyone you meet. You trusted us, a group of women with questionable and shady backgrounds, and now look at us…you helped us change for the better. With the way you talked about your boys when we first met, it doesn’t surprise me that Crosshair’s betrayal has affected you so much and you’re still holding onto the hope that you can get him back."

Kimber tried to muster a small smile in acknowledgement of Irys's reassuring words, but failed to keep it and she hung her head again in sorrow.

Removing her hand, Irys went on to say, "Though, I wouldn’t let that hope cloud your judgment. The reality of it is: Crosshair made his choice and it’s likely that continuing to pull on the thread that you can get him back will end in disastrous results. Just be careful, okay?"

"I will," said Kimber. Then she placed a hand on Irys's shoulder. "Please don’t tell any of the lads about this. I don’t know how they’ll react, especially Hunter. I know we promised to not have secrets between us, but…he doesn’t ever want to talk about Crosshair and I know it’s because he’s hurt just as badly as I am. I’m just handling it differently than him."

Irys bowed her head. "I won’t say a word. I still would advise you not to keep this from Hunter or your squad for long, but your secret is safe with me." Then her face fell a little and her tone turned solemn. "You’re not the only one who has to mask their real feelings around those they care about."

Kimber's hand fell away and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did Irys mean by that? "What do you mean? What do you have to hide?" she asked.

For once, Kimber saw Irys appear hesitant and Irys turned her gaze away and replied, "I may be highly intelligent…but let’s just say that my heart doesn’t always act in accordance with my brain."

"I’m not sure I understand," said Kimber.

The Togruta woman closed her eyes and her head hung just a little more. "Meaning I care for someone against my better judgment...someone whom I know already cares for another."

Kimber found herself a bit stunned at this revelation. She'd never thought Irys had feelings for anyone since she'd never said anything. Kimber was about to ask who it was, but then Irys looked up at her with sorrow in her eyes Kimber had never seen from her and an almost knowing look. Something about the look she was being given gave Kimber the impression that she knew who it was Irys was referring to. She began to reflect on those in their group. It couldn't be any of the Bad Batch. Irys had never really showed romantic interest in any of them; the only one she interacted with the most was Tech, but he didn't have feelings for someone else like Irys said, so it couldn't be him. That left the Koriena Force. Well, all of them all had feelings for someone else, so that didn't seem to help. Kimber began to think of those in the squad that Irys seemed to interact with the most; the ones Irys seemed to have a closer relationship with...and then it became clear to her, realizing there was only one Irys seemed to show the greatest care for.

"Lex," she said aloud.

Irys got the tiniest sad smile on her face as she simply responded, "Yes…Lex." Then the smile disappeared and she hugged her arms across her chest. "I can’t let my true feelings be known, not when I know she’d never reciprocate them." When she looked back at Kimber and saw the sympathy in her eyes, Irys waved a dismissive hand and, going back to her normal demeanor, told her, "There’s no need to pity me. I accepted this a long time ago. She and I are still close friends and that’s all that matters to me."

The words Kimber was hearing from Irys were beginning to sound all too familiar…as she herself had once heard such words from another Clone Lieutenant some months before. Her heart began to ache and she put a hand over her chest.

"Do the other girls know?" she asked.

Irys shook her head. "No. I've carried this secret alone for a while." She sighed quietly and then went on, "That’s why I’ve pushed so hard for her to embrace her feelings for Echo. He’s a good man and I know he’s someone that can restore her faith in love, if he feels the same. I know he can make her happy and that’s what I want most for her is just for her to be happy. I can’t do that for her, not in the way she needs. What she needs from me is my friendship and I’ll gladly give her that for the rest of our lives."

Finally, Kimber couldn't hold back anymore and she threw her arms around Irys, hugging her tightly, which slightly startled Irys. "I’m sorry, Irys…," Kimber said, "...but it’s sweet of you to support her feelings for Echo. You really love her that much, don’t you?"

She felt Irys's arms slowly come up and hug her back and then Irys answered, her voice catching just a little, "I do."

Kimber's arms tightened to try and comfort her friend. "To care that deeply for someone enough to let them go and find happiness with another is incredibly selfless. I admire that about you," she reassured her.

Her mind once again wandered back to Jesse, now seemingly understanding what he went through with her. It seemed easier to sympathize when it was someone else involved instead of herself and not feeling that guilt of having to reject the other. Both Jesse and Irys were in love with people who would never return their feelings, but they were strong enough to accept that and even encourage those they loved to be happy with others. That level of noble loyalty and devotion to someone, despite the pain of unrequited feelings, was unlike anything she could ever imagine.

Kimber pulled back and placed her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Will you be okay?"

With an assuring nod, Irys told her, "Yeah. Don’t fret over me."

Just then, Kimber's comm beeped again and they both heard Echo's voice speak, "Look alive, Kim. We're approaching the Aurora."

"I'll let the ramp down for you guys," she replied. She gave Irys a nod and then left the room.

"Is all of the Koriena Force present?" then came Tech's voice. "We shall need to continue planning for the upcoming gala."

Kimber said into the commlink, "They're here, yes, but Kida is currently putting Rina through torture, so we might need to wait a bit."

"Why is Kida torturing Rina?" she heard Wrecker asked worriedly.

She chuckled. "Not literally, Wrecker. She's fine. Kida's just having Rina do something she finds unpleasant, but it's necessary. You'll see when you get here."

Then a smile crossed her face as Hunter's voice responded, "Be there soon, sweetheart."

About an hour passed before Kida emerged into the back room of the ship and declared with a flourish of her arms to the Koriena Force and the Bad Batch, who had since arrived, "My work is now complete."

Rina came out from behind her looking the most uncomfortable anyone had ever seen her, her cheeks bright red and her attention directed at the floor. The purple in her hair was gone and it was now a darker blonde color.

"Wow…so this is your natural look, huh?" asked Lex, who was lounging on the sofa next to Echo.

"I don't believe we've ever seen it," Irys commented to Lex.

"Shut up…," Rina mumbled.

Wrecker made his way over to her and Rina immediately wanted to curl up and roll away like a Droideka. Not Wrecker, she was already so embarrassed. She hated her natural hair color and now he had to see it.

He leaned from side to side to get a good overall look at her hair and then asked, "Rina, why do you look like that?"

Unsure of what exactly he meant, she asked, "My hair or my face?"

"That look on your face," he answered.

"I hate my hair…," she grumbled.

"Why? I think you still look amazing!" he cried out with a huge smile on his face.

Then Kimber spoke up from behind him, "Yeah, I think your natural color still suits you."

"Even I concur with that assessment," added Tech.

Omega ran up next to Wrecker and said with a heartwarming smile, "I think you look cute!"

"You look great, Rina. Don't worry so much," said Lex.

Kida smirked at Rina and just said, "See? I told you."

Rina blushed again at the support she was getting not only from her now sweetheart, but her friends, as well. She had also seen approving nods from Hunter, Echo and Irys, too. "Thanks, guys," she shyly replied to them.

"Now that that's taken care of, let's get to work and finalize our gala plan," stated Hunter. "What do we already know so far?"

Tech spoke up first, "The details from the gala invitation were that it is being hosted by Senator Gume Saam, the representative of the Techno Union in the Galactic Senate, on his home planet of Tibrin. Cid informed us that it's going to be a front for Imperial negotiations regarding the assets of the collapsed Trade Federation and Techno Union. Our objective is to gather as much intel from the gala as possible."

Raising her hand in the air, Kida said, "I already have half our outfits done."

"Already? It's only been a week," said Hunter.

She just smirked again and replied, "Yeah...I'm just that good, Hunter darling."

He simply gave her an impressed look.

"The first thing we need to determine is how we're getting in," stated Rina, folding her arms across her chest as she and Wrecker came over to join the others. Then she turned to Tech and asked him, "Hey genius, you duplicated those invitations yet?"

Straightening his goggles, Tech answered, "Indeed. There are now seven invitations in our possession."

"Though, even if we have invitations, that might not be enough," said Lex. "We gotta have a reason to have them and, if we're not any sort of Imperial higher-ups or emissaries of the Trade Federation, it could arouse suspicion."

"I agree," added Echo, bringing a hand up to his chin in contemplation. "If we're going in undercover, we need a good enough motive to be there."

"I don't think it'll work pretending to be certain Imperial personnel, not with a team of our size," Irys put in.

Omega stepped up. "What about the entertainment? All parties need music or something to distract the guests."

Wrecker said in reply, "None of us play any instruments."

With a bob of his head, Hunter stated, "Well, actually…Kimber does sing."

Kimber's eyebrows shot up at him making that revelation and all eyes were suddenly on her.

"You can sing?" asked Echo.

It hadn't even occurred to Kimber that Hunter was the only one who knew that about her. She had sung at a bar on Kuat when she and Hunter stayed at an inn some time ago, but after that, she'd never had any occasion to sing around the others.

"I can, yes," she answered timidly.

Pointing at her, Rina cried out, "That's it! Cid can contact an informant and get Kimber lined up as one of the entertainers and the rest of us can be her entourage."

Hunter turned to Kimber and asked, his tone calm and soft, "Do you agree to this, Kimber?" There was also a subtle apologetic look in his eyes as if trying to imply he was sorry for even bringing up her talent in the first place.

While she desperately wanted to say "no", it was seemingly the only good enough choice they had that would work. With a heavy sigh, she said back to him, "Yes, I'll do it."

He gave her a small, reassuring smile in return.

"You said there were seven invitations?" inquired Kida.

Tech said to her, "That is correct. Irys, Omega and I will remain on the Aurora to assist with the mission as well as to monitor your child, which leaves you, Hunter, Kimber, Echo, Lex, Rina and Wrecker."

While tapping her chin in thought, Irys suggested, "Kimber will have to be on her own if she's going to be singing, but it may be prudent to split everyone else into teams. That way, we can cover more ground and therefore, possibly gain more information."

Rina looked up over her shoulder and inquired, "What do you say, big guy? You and me wanna be backup in case things go south?"

With a giddy smile, Wrecker pumped his fist and proudly answered, "Oh yeah!"

Echo then said, "I can sneak off eventually and find an access terminal to the Senator's primary computer. I'm sure he's bound to have loads of information I can gather."

"Lex can go with you and watch your back," said Irys.

Lex's eyes widened. "Wait, what?" she questioned. "I--I don't think…."

"I'm okay with that," said Echo. He looked at her and a pleased grin crossed his face.

Seeing his smile made her feel warm inside, but at the same time, she wanted to turn away, which she did. A week prior, she had finally realized for herself that she had fallen for Echo and that whole notion scared her. Ever since her unfortunate fallout with Dune and his betrayal long ago, she was terrified of opening her heart to another man, even one as kind and wonderful as Echo. Since the night she'd gone to him in the medical room, she'd ended up only avoiding him when she could, even though it pained her to do so. Irys suggesting she go with Echo on the mission was going to make that difficult.

Her reaction did not go unnoticed by him.

After hearing Irys's suggestion, Kida leaned into Hunter's arm and said in a flirtatious yet teasing tone, "That just leaves you and me, handsome. We can scope out the crowd together."

Hunter simply grinned back in amusement. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

"You just want an excuse to flirt with all the Imps," said Rina.

Kida replied nonchalantly, "Maybe…but if you seduce a man the right way, you can get him to spill all his secrets. It's an effective method."

"All right, looks like we've got our plan," said Hunter to everyone. "Tech, Irys and Omega will stay aboard the Aurora to monitor the mission and assist when needed. Kimber is our ticket in as part of the gala's entertainment. The rest of us will go in under the guise as her attendants. Once we're in, Kida and I will mingle through the crowd and keep our ears open for any useful intel. Rina and Wrecker will do the same and serve as backup for Kimber if things go wrong. Echo and Lex will stealth out and find the Senator's primary computer and gather as much information from there as they can. Is that understood?"

"You got it, boss," answered Wrecker.

"Hear you loud and clear, Sarge," added Rina.

Then Tech said, "Now that our plan is finalized, might I suggest we sort through the gear and supplies we acquired from Cid?"

"Good idea, Tech," said Omega with her usual big smile.

"I don't know why you are so eager. You're not going to need any of the supplies," he replied to her.

"I know. Doesn't mean I still can't be excited," she said back.

Hunter grinned at Omega's enthusiasm and then declared, "Let's go then."

He led the way and everyone moved to follow him. However, as Lex got up to move, Echo spoke her name and she halted in her tracks. Why did she have a feeling this was going to happen?

When he approached, he asked, "Have I...done something wrong?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He went on to say, "Ever since the night you came to me in the med room, it seems like you've been avoiding me. Then just now when Irys suggested you go with me on the mission, you looked uncomfortable. Did I overstep that night or have I offended you?"

She should've known he would notice her behavior, but she couldn't allow him to think it was anything on his part. Shaking her head, she told him, "Echo, it isn't you. It could never be you." When he looked surprised, she said, "The problem is me…and I just can't talk about it right now." Without another word, she quickly left the room and followed after the others.

Echo opened his mouth to call after her, but then decided against it and let out a quiet sigh. He didn't understand what was wrong. Everything had seemed fine that night in the medical room when she'd opened up to him...it had all felt right. Now, she was shutting him out. He wanted to know why, but he also knew it would do no good to push her. He would respect her privacy for now, but soon, he would do his best to get answers from her.

Around a corner ahead, Irys had stayed behind and overheard everything. Lex had run past her and didn't even notice she was there.

"Lex…you hard-headed idiot…," she thought to herself, shaking her head in frustration.

The road those two were on was going to be a long one.

Kimber sat on the bed in her and Hunter's bunk, now just in her blacks, attempting to rebraid her hair as she waited for Hunter. They all had gotten the supplies and gear ready to go for the gala in the coming week and Cid, in remarkably quick time, was able to secure her a spot in the gala's entertainment lineup under the pseudonym Kahna Sora…and that was what was making her anxious.

She knew it was the best option for the mission in order for them all to successfully get into the gala, but…why did it have to be her? Why did she even agree to it? Would she even be able to do what was needed of her? She couldn't understand where all this self-doubt was coming from, but she couldn't shake it. Her fingers fumbled clumsily with her hair, which messed up her braid and she groaned in irritation, pulling it all apart again.

"My love?"

A familiar voice she loved brought her back to reality and she found Hunter sitting beside her on the edge of the bed, now also in just his blacks and looking her over with concern.

"What's on your mind?" he asked her, laying his hand on the small of her back. "I can tell something's bothering you."

"My role for the mission…I don't think I can do it," she admitted.

Taken aback, he inquired, "Why not? You've sung in public before. This won't be any different."

Turning to him, she responded, her voice rising slightly, "I did that willingly and this time, I'm singing in front of a bunch of Imperials. I'm there to amuse people who are wreaking chaos across the galaxy and who knows how many atrocities all of them as a collective have committed. Not only that, I'm doing it alone!"

Clearly hearing her frustration as well as sensing it, he assured her, "You may be by yourself on a stage, but sweetheart, you know you won't be alone. Rina and Wrecker will be there and same with Kida and I. You know we won't let anything happen to you."

"It just…feels so wrong," she said, hanging her head.

He brought her closer and rested his head against hers. "I know it does, but everyone believes in you. You're strong and capable; you've done undercover missions before, which is how I know you'll get through it again. We all have your back and if it'll ease your worries, we can have Kida add more armor and weapons to your dress to ensure you'll be protected."

Kimber rotated her head and nestled into his neck, inching closer against him for comfort. "Please don't go far from me, Hunter," she pleaded with him. "If somehow things go wrong, I need to know you'll be there."

Gently, he urged her back and lifted his head so he could look at her and he told her to turn around. She turned her back to him and he pulled all her long hair into his hands and began carefully braiding her hair, having noticed her distracted attempts at trying to do it herself moments before.

As he weaved the locks of her hair between his fingers, he told her calmly, "Kimber, you know I'll come running to your side immediately…but you also don't need me to." He saw her turn her head to try and debate what he said, but he stopped her by saying, still in a patient tone as he continued braiding her hair, "Just listen to me. You are a soldier; skilled, brave, resourceful and smart. It's okay to be nervous, but you've done this before. Your first undercover mission, you met Wat Tambor, a Separatist leader, and still stood your ground and even pulled a blaster on him without any fear."

"That was a stupid move on my part," she stated.

"But it was still a move that not only proved your loyalty to Echo, but that you were truly a soldier who belonged with us," he said back. "You are fully capable of handling things on your own and you fought to make me see that a long time ago. I'm not about to forgo that now." He tied the end of her braid and pulled lightly on her shoulder, making her turn to face him as he then took her hands in his. "If things go wrong, I will still fight everyone at that gala to make it to your side and I'll protect you with everything I've got...but you don't need me. Should the mission go south, I know you'll be able to take care of yourself. You and I both know it took me a while to bring myself to trust that because all I could think about was keeping you safe."

She very lightly scoffed and nodded. "Yeah, it sure did," she commented.

"I don't need to worry about that anymore," he told her. "The many missions we've been on together as well as seeing you lead the Koriena Force have fueled the trust I have in you to do things on your own without me having to be there. I know you'll be okay. You'll enchant those Imperials with your voice the same way you did with me and keep them distracted enough for us to complete the mission. You can do this. I believe in you and I need you to believe in yourself. Got it?"

Kimber smiled gratefully at Hunter, overwhelmed with love and touched at all the words of affirmation he had just given her. It still amazed her how much he had grown since their relationship first started; from hardly ever considering putting her in any danger to now completely trusting her to hold her own in a dangerous situation. He always knew the right things to say to help calm her down and quell her fears.

With a small nod of her head, she replied, "I will, Sergeant."

Pleased, he grinned and bowed his head.

"Thank you," she said.

"Of course. I love you and I'll always be here for you," he said back.

She laid her head on his shoulder again and said as she felt his lips touch the top of her head, "I love you, too."

Then he shifted backward towards the head of the bed, laid down on his back and then held out an arm to her. "Come here," he invited her.

Promptly, she accepted and laid down beside him, laying her head on his chest as his arm came around her, pulling her closer. His hand came up and held hers that was resting on his chest, as well.

"Forget your doubts, Kimber," he said softly. "You don't need to be afraid. I'm here…and I always will be." Then he placed a kiss on her brow.

Kimber lifted her head and lovingly kissed Hunter's lips before laying back down, now feeling content and protected in the safest place she knew: in the arms of her Hunter.

[luckyqueenreign]

The Moment I Knew 

Last week's spoilers were...A LOT. I think it sent most of us Suresh girlies into a tailspin, including myself. I had already written a Casa Amor Reunion...didn't think we needed another but then I just started writing. This is coming from what I really truly hope happens on Ep 30...because if it doesn't then I'll just continue to carry on this fic and carry us Suresh girls through the rest of the season. I won't let us down like FB did. 😫😫😫😫

Also MC standing there at the fire pit gave me such "The moment I knew" vibes when I was reading it, hence the name 😭🥰

@fujihime-litg @future-mrs-suresh @squishy-noodles @hi-im-karla @kunepie

Gemma should’ve known better. She should’ve trusted her instincts that Suresh wouldn’t change, he hadn’t changed. How could she ever expect to trust him again after he brought back Lulu from Casa Amor? Gathered around the firepit, watching the last of the recoupling, she tried to look strong, but she couldn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes and her bottom lip from quivering. She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to look in his direction. She inhaled deeply and bit down on her bottom lip, hard, trying to keep her composure until she could cry in the beach hut alone. 

** Text Ping ** 

Eddie as you are now single, you have been dumped from the island. Please pack your bags. 

“Guess this is it then guys.” Eddie said solemnly, shuffling his feet.

The islanders all got up and moved towards him to say their goodbyes to Eddie. 

“This isn’t the end of the crew; we’ll all see each other soon enough,” Finn said, enveloping Eddie in a big hug. 

As Gemma walked over to join the others, she felt a large, warm hand on her arm. 

“Gem…can we talk?” Suresh asked.

She whipped around to face him, flinching at his touch.

“Are you really this selfish? You can’t even take some time to say goodbye to your friend before you make this about you. I don’t want to talk to you. I’m trying to say goodbye to Eddie,” she hissed. 

“Gem you don’t understand -” he tried. 

“Suresh. Enough.” she growled. 

This time eliciting a few looks from some of the other islanders. 

“Give her some space, Suresh,” Arlo said, giving Gemma a sympathetic look. 

“Besides, Suresh, don't you think you and I should have a chat before you and Gemma?” Alfie asked, annoyed. 

“I’m so sorry Eddie. I can’t deal with all of this right now. I’ll miss you.” Gemma brushed past the other islanders, giving Eddie a quick hug and ran inside the villa, locking herself in the beach hut. 

In the privacy of the beach hut, the emotions of the night hit Gemma like a ton of bricks and for the first time tonight she finally allowed herself to cry. A flood of tears streamed down her face as different thoughts whirled through her mind. He said I was the only girl for him. What happened? Why would he bring anyone back here when it was so obvious, I was always going to choose him. 

Gemma’s thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. 

“Gem…you, ok?” Dana asked. 

Gemma sniffled and wiped away her tears. 

“Yeah…I’ll be ok. I just don’t want to talk about it right now.” 

“The girls are getting ready for bed, why don’t you come get ready with us?” 

Gemma slowly got up, wiping away any last remaining signs of tears but she couldn’t hide her glossy, red swollen eyes. 

“Oh Gem,” Dana grabbed her for a hug. “I really think you should talk to Suresh ton-…” 

“Dana, don’t.” Gemma said glaring at Dana and walking away from her before she got a chance to say anything else.

The girls walked into the dressing room, where Kat, Arlo and Lulu had already started to get ready for bed. Dana looked at them with wide eyes and motioned “no”, a sign to leave Gemma alone for tonight. 

“Arlo, you think you and Pete will get frisky tonight,” Kat asked giggling. 

“We shall soon see, and what about you? Big reunion night for you and Finn. Will you seal the deal tonight?” 

“Let’s just say…If you see anything going bump in the night, don’t get spooked.” Kat giggled. 

“Hey where’s Gabi?” Dana asked. 

Lulu shifted uncomfortably in her seat and awkwardly looked away from Gemma. 

“She just went down and said she was going to pull Suresh for a chat.” Lulu said. 

“She was pulling Suresh? Why? She said she was over him,” Dana said confused. 

Lulu shrugged and continued to remove her makeup. 

“She didn’t say babe,” Lulu said.

It hadn’t been more than two minutes and Gabi was back in the dressing room. 

“Good chat, then?” Dana asked, annoyed. 

“I couldn’t find him.” Gabi said as she pulled her pajamas out of the dresser. 

Dana rolled her eyes and walked towards the bedrooms. 

Gemma walked outside to sleep on the daybeds alone, her and Alfie hadn’t gotten a chance to chat about the state of their coupling, but she knew where her head was at. Alfie was an amazing guy, funny, sweet, charismatic but she couldn’t stop that gnawing feeling that there was something missing with him. She didn’t feel the spark, the electricity she felt with Suresh and she couldn’t continue to lead him on any further. She’d have a conversation with him tomorrow and cool things off.

In the middle of the night, Gemma woke up to a terrifyingly loud clap of thunder. All around her rain was pouring down in thick sheets, soaking her completely. 

Fuck. Now this too. In the darkness, Gemma ran inside the villa, as she walked through the bedroom she kept her head low, not wanting to risk seeing Suresh cuddled up in bed with Lulu. Just the thought of it brought fresh tears to her eyes. Leaving a wet trail of footsteps in the hallway, Gemma grabbed a fresh duvet from the closet and walked into the living room to sleep on the couch. What she didn’t expect to find was a couple already sleeping on one end of the couch.  

Who is that? 

Gemma tiptoed closer to see if she could make out who it was. 

Alfie and Lulu?

What the hell is going on? 

Gemma stood there cold and confused, a puddle was starting to form under her and she needed to get out of these wet clothes. She was too tired to head upstairs and dig through her things for new pajamas but she also couldn’t sleep in her wet clothes. She noticed on the other side of the couch, one of the boys left a large hoodie, she peeled off her wet pajamas and slipped on the hoodie. She assumed it might’ve been Alfie’s since he was in the living room, but the second it went over her head she knew it was Suresh’s. His smell flooded her nostrils and she drank him in. Memories of their shared past started to surge through her mind. She didn’t understand what was going on, why Lulu was sleeping with Alfie, but she resigned to let him explain himself tomorrow.  

Gemma was woken up by an unbearable burning in the back of her throat, her entire body ached and she felt cold even though she was covered under the duvet and in Suresh’s hoodie. She sneezed, stirring both Alfie and Lulu awake. 

Surprised there was someone else in the room with them, Lulu looked up to see Gemma. 

“Gemma! Oh no babe are you ok? You don’t look well.” Lulu asked with a look of concern. 

Gemma shook her head no, slowly. “Pretty sure I’ve got a cold. Throat is on fire.” 

“Oh no, babe do you need anything?” Lulu asked.

“Yes, to know what’s going on here? Why are you two on the couch?” 

With this Alfie sat up and gave Gemma a small smile. 

“Suresh wanted to speak to you about this last night but you shot him down, which I completely understand where you were coming from because of your past history. I’m not judging you!” He said, raising his palms in the air. “So let me just explain it now. When we got to Casa Amor, Lulu and I instantly clicked, and Suresh was worried this would get you sent home. I told him that I couldn’t save you twice, especially not when I had a connection this strong. I told him I was going to follow my heart and would be choosing Lulu and that I’d be sad to lose you. But at the recoupling he got to choose first, when he said Lulu’s name I was really mad but that was the moment I knew how much he really likes you. He barely spoke to Lulu or any of the Casa girls. Suresh only did that so that I would be forced to walk back in single and secure your spot in the villa. He switched to Lulu for you, Gem.” 

“There was nothing between you two then, Lulu? Or anyone else at Casa?” Gemma asked bewildered. 

“No Gemma, he was completely closed off all Casa. He was all about you.” Lulu said. 

Just then Suresh ran into the living room. 

“Alf, have you seen Gemma? She’s not outside.” 

Alfie nodded towards the couch and Suresh looked down, Gemma tried to lift her head up but sneezed instead. Taking their cue, Alfie and Lulu headed into the bedroom leaving Gemma and Suresh alone in the living room to talk. 

“Gem, are you ok?”

Suresh rushed over to the couch next to Gemma. 

“Shit, you’re burning up,” he said, feeling her forehead. 

“I don’t feel great if I’m honest. I got caught in the rain last night. I must’ve slept through part of it because I woke up soaked.” 

“Can I get you something? Tea?” 

Gemma sniffled, holding back a sneeze and nodded yes. “And tissues please.” 

Suresh ran back a few minutes later with a bevy of items, but Gemma had dozed back to sleep. 

“Gem…” he said as he brushed her hair back lightly with his fingertips.

“Hmm…” 

Gemma coughed and Suresh moved closer to her. 

“Damn Gem, you’re really sick. Come here.” He says as he scooted closer to her on the couch and put his arm around her to cuddle her close. 

“Part of me still wants to tell you to fuck off but I feel like death right now and I don’t have the energy.” She said as she melted into his chest. 

“I got you some tea and honey. I found some cold medicine in the med kit and refilled your water bottle. Come on let me help you sit up.” 

As she took a long sip of her tea, letting it coat her throat that was still on fire, she looked at him and didn’t know what to think. So many unanswered questions, but she at least had the answer to one. He never chose Lulu. He chose her.  

“Gemma, can we please talk about everything?”

Gemma took another long sip of her tea and nodded before placing it on the coffee table.

“The recoupling last night…it’s not what you think,” he started. 

“Alfie explained just now. Did you really steal Lulu so he couldn’t couple up with her?” 

“I had to protect you. I knew Alfie would understand if I stole Lulu and he would stick with you. I had to try. Because at the end of it all, our journey isn’t over Gemma. I told you I would fight for you; I would fight for us. So here I am, right now asking you to please let me fight for you.” 

Gemma looked at him fondly as if seeing him for the first time. 

“I want you to fight for us too, Suresh.” 

Suresh smiled widely and moved closer to kiss her. 

“Nooo…Suresh I’m so gross and sick. You’ll get sick too.” 

“I don’t care. I’ll survive.” 

Suresh closed the distance between them, bringing his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and warm. His lips softly caressing hers, he moved his fingers to the nape of her warm neck and gently tugged on her hair. Suresh pulled back to stare into her eyes and smiled, reveling in the moment. Gemma smiled lovingly back at him, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him back in towards her, crashing their lips passionately together. 

“Suresh…” Gabi said.  Gemma and Suresh released each other and looked up to see Gabi watching them, awkwardly. “Can I pull you for a chat?” 

“I can’t right now. I’m in the middle of something.”

“So, you’re just not going to speak to me while we’re here, then?” she asked, annoyed. 

Suresh sighed. “Gemma is sick and I’m not leaving her side.” 

A Text ping is heard from the other room. 

“Well looks like none of us are going to be able to finish our chat. Come on Gem.” He helped her off the couch. “By the way, are you wearing my hoodie?”

She smiled at him. 

“I was too tired to go upstairs last night when I came in all wet so I just figured it was one of the boys and you guys wouldn’t mind if I wore it.” 

“It looks amazing on you.” He said, kissing her forehead. 

Gemma and Suresh walked into the bedroom holding hands, with Gabi following closely behind them. 

“Well, well, well…where have you two been? Oh, rather you three! Saucy!” Kat said. 

They moved to sit on a nearby empty bed and Suresh held his arm out for Gemma to cuddle while she sat. 

“Gem, are you feeling ok? You look…” Dana hesitated. 

“Awful! Like well and truly awful!” Kat finished her sentence.

Suresh hugged Gemma closer and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. 

“She’s sick, Kat, and she still looks beautiful,” Suresh said beaming down at Gemma.

“This is cozy! Are you guys back together?” Kat asked. 

“Guys let me read the text!” Pete said impatiently. 

ISLANDERS

ITS TIME TO RUN YOUR VERY OWN RAUNCHY RESTAURANT IN TODAY’S CHALLENGE, ‘EYES ON THE FRIES’ #GoLarge #ExtraSauce #DontMakeAMealOfIt

“Yeah, I’m out. I’m way too sick for a food challenge today,” Gemma said sniffling. 

“I’m out too then,” Suresh said. 

“Um…That’s not how this works. You can’t just be out Suresh,” Gabi said. 

Text

G – can you come meet a producer in the beach hut?

Gemma headed up the stairs and her favorite producer, Claire, was waiting for her with a medic. 

“G, my girl! I’m so sorry you’re sick! Let’s get you sorted with some meds and get you checked out by our medic.”

“Thanks Claire! Will I have to do the challenge today?”  

“You’re really not up for it?” 

“I’m really not, I feel terrible. Throat hurts, body aches, chills.” 

“Ok then we can definitely let you take the pass today.” 

“Hey Claire, I want a pass today too, then. I’ll stay back and take care of Gemma.” Suresh said walking into the beach hut. 

“No Suresh! First off, you know you can’t be in here with us right now, it’s against the rules. Secondly, you’re not in a couple with Gemma and it would screw up the order too much. I’m sorry but you’ll need to compete in the challenge today, Gemma will be here when you get back.” 

“Resh, it's fine. I’m honestly so exhausted. I’ll probably sleep all afternoon. You’d be so bored and have nothing to do.” Gemma said. 

“Being with you could never bore me,” he said, smiling at her. 

“Nope! Guys stop none of this cute stuff! We can’t use any of it because I’m here. Suresh please go downstairs babe.” Claire said, shoving him out of the room.  

Gemma slept for most of the afternoon and only woke in a sleepy medicine filled haze when she felt someone stroking her hair.

“Gem…” 

“Reshh…” she groaned sleepily. 

Suresh walked over to Gemma’s bed and sat up next to her, wrapping one arm around her and checking her temperature with the other one.

“How are you feeling, Gem?” Suresh asked. 

“I’m a little better…what’s going on?” Gemma asked groggily. 

“We’re back from the challenge and I wanted to check in on you.” 

“My throat’s not on fire anymore so that’s a plus.” 

As Suresh leaned in to kiss Gemma on the forehead, Gabi walked into the bedroom. 

“Suresh…can we go for that chat now?” Gabi asked.

“Maybe it’s time that the three of us all talked, since what you want to talk to him about also affected me,” Gemma said. 

“I’d rather it just be me and Suresh,” Gabi said, eyeing Gemma narrowly. 

“Why Gabi? Anything you need to say, you can say it in front of Gemma. I want no secrets from her and I want everything that happened in our past cleared up so Gemma and I can move on together.” 

Gabi looked annoyed but nodded. 

“Fine…Suresh. Let’s start with an easy one, then. Why did you ghost me when everything was going so well?” Gabi asked disappointedly. 

Suresh sighed. “Gabi I’m really sorry for ghosting you, but I always thought we were on the same page that what we had was more…casual encounters. I was a mess after Gemma and I broke up, but I was nowhere near ready to make any sort of commitments to anyone.” 

“So basically I was a rebound?” Gabi asked. 

“I don’t want to hurt you Gabi, but I was in a dark place. Like I said I wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship at that time. I shouldn’t have led you on and hope you can forgive me for that.” 

“So when did this all start?” Gemma asked. 

“A few weeks after we broke up, but it burned out just as quick,” Suresh said. 

Gabi rolled her eyes and looked away. 

“What about your toothbrush at her place?” Gemma asked. 

“Huh?” Suresh asked, confused looking at both women. 

“Gabi told us at Casa Amor that the two of you were getting serious, speaking about committing and you even had a toothbrush at her place.” 

At this Gabi blushed. 

Suresh looked at Gabi confused. “Gabi? The extra toothbrush that you gave me?” 

“Yes!” she said. 

“I wouldn’t say that is filling up the barometer for a relationship meter, but ok.” 

“You still haven’t answered The first half of my question, Resh… about you guys speaking about getting serious and committing.”

“Sorry the toothbrush thing confused me. Gabi I know our last chat you said you wanted to take this a step further and you wanted to be boyfriend/girlfriend. Up until that point I had tricked myself into believing that I was over Gemma, but having to actually replace her, having someone else claim her rightful title was too much for me to bear. I panicked and couldn’t bring myself to end things with you. I’m sorry about that. You deserved better. I shouldn’t have led you on for months when I knew all I wanted was Gemma. I really wish I could’ve ended things properly with you and explained it all to you then. But I'm hoping you’ll accept my apology now.” 

Gabi sighed deeply.  “Thank you Suresh, seriously.” She hugged him and walked off. 

“Gem, are you okay with all this?” he said. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? We’ve been here for weeks now. All of my secrets have come out and you’ve just stayed silent hiding this bomb the whole time.” 

“Gem, you’re right I should’ve told you sooner. But truly she never meant anything serious to me and it’s not like we’ve run down the list of people we’ve slept with since we’ve broken up.” Suresh said. 

“She’s a little different, don’t you think?” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to unnecessarily hurt you over something that didn’t mean anything to me. Are we good?” 

Gemma sighed deeply, closed her eyes and nodded. 

Before she had a chance to say anything else, Suresh kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her warm body. 

“Resh…come on you need to stop. You’re gonna get sick too.” 

“A risk I’m willing to take. He settled in next to her, held her in his arms and started to slowly kiss her all over. There was a tenderness to the kisses searing her body. Starting on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, he lightly bit her ear lob, he trailed kisses on her jawline until finally meeting her lips again. Gemma gasped as Suresh released her, he softly caressed her face and looked deeply into her eyes. 

“Gemma I know this is a lot for you to take in, but my mind hasn’t changed. I want you and only you. I want to risk getting sick because I can’t bear the idea of wasting minutes not kissing you. I'd stay back in the villa for every challenge while you slept, just to be near you, to hold you. You’re my absolute favorite person in this world and there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to make you mine once again.” 

Gemma stared lovingly back at him with her red rimmed eyes, red nose and swollen lips. For her, it felt like a million little stars had just aligned. She knew she wanted Suresh as much as he wanted her, but she was also extremely terrified of losing him again.

“I’m scared, Resh…losing you once was…it was…it was really fucking hard Suresh.” 

“I know Gem. I know. I’ve put you through a lot and made promises I didn’t keep before. But I can promise you this, I will never give up on us, I will never stop trying, I will always fight for us Gem. Because it’s what you deserve.” 

Gemma couldn’t wait a second longer and closed the distance between her and Suresh, crashing her lips on his passionately. They melted into each other, her fingers pressed into his hips as he explored her body, gently caressing her. 

“I missed you so much, Resh.” 

“I missed you too, Gem.”

[kikixreverie]

for the prompt thing, touch starved bucky smut maybe? Like him being really desperate for reader 😅

Yes.

Also sorry that I keep edging you guys with these drabbles, for some reason I am just incapable of writing really short smut, so I always end up writing too much, and then panicking and ending them early 😫

Anyways-

He was gone from the second you kissed him, barely able to form a single coherent thought with the feel of your soft lips against his, your tongue flicking against his upper lip before dipping into his mouth, pulling back only enough to kiss his neck just the same, each press of your lips or tongue sending him deeper into the addiction.

He had never let it get this far, always forcing himself to keep a decent distance from you, knowing that the second your skin touched his, he'd never feel satiated again, and he was right.

You'd only been sitting on the couch with him, but your thigh was slowly moving closer and closer to his, and the arm he had draped over the back of the couch had eventually drifted to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him so that not even halfway through the movie you'd put on, you were effectively sitting on his lap.

But it was never enough, he needed you closer and closer until suddenly someone was leaning in, and the kiss was so much more intense than either of you had anticipated.

Bucky stared up at you breathlessly as you settled yourself onto his lap, and he began counting the contact your body had with his, gentle palms holding either side of his face, lips against his collarbone, nose brushing against his neck, your thighs squeezing his own and your chest pressed tightly to his.

It was so much and yet never enough, he needed more, needed you closer, he needed you everywhere all at once.

"Fuck, please doll, just-" He groaned, unable to stop his hips from grinding against yours, voice shaky as his head fell back against the couch, lips parted for every panted breath.

"Do you wanna take me to your room, Buck." You asked, looking up at him through your lashes as you kissed the divot in his chin, throbbing as you pressed yourself harder against the evident hard on through his jeans.

"Fuck yes." He rasped, and wasted no time in standing up with you still in his arms, carrying you to his room so fast you didn't even realise you were there until you landed softly on his bed, watching as he pulled his black t-shirt off over his head and began unbuckling his jeans.

Before he could actually take them off, he was bending back down to you again, needing another taste, needing to feel you again, he couldn't wait a second longer.

He was dizzy with need, not even given the chance for embarrassment at the strangled noise he made when your hands landed on his bare chest, traveling to his stomach before your fingers were brushing against the soft hair that followed from his navel, into the exposed waistband of his boxers.

"Sweetheart, please. I need to feel you, need you to touch me- I'll- I'll fucking beg for it if you want me to."

You gave him a cheeky smile, flipping the two of you over to sit on his waist, before you tore your own shirt off, leaning close to kiss him once again, your hands exploring his body just as he needed.

The image of Bucky begging for you to touch him was delicious, and you grinded against him, biting your lip when Bucky's eyes rolled back, a moan catching in his throat, but you weren't going to make him do that, at least not yet-

You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, and wet your lips before you spoke, "I won't make you beg, Bucky, not yet. You don't know how much I need this too."

[letterstotheflre]

give you my wild, give you a child

summary: you get pregnancy cravings at 1am

warnings: pregnancy, food

word count: 620

a/n: james please let me carry your children 😫

the diner is almost empty except for a few stragglers. the yellow lights create a warm atmosphere, a slightly red hue from the fluorescent lights outside tinting your skin.

it’s 1 am on a tuesday night. james watches through tired eyes as you munch happily on some fries, dipping them in your strawberry milkshake before taking a bite.

the both of you are still wearing your pyjamas, the soft robe that covers your flimsy night slip accentuating your swollen belly even more. you softly cradle it, feeling a light kick.

“she’s kicking!” you squeal through a bite.

james wakes a little more at that. it’s not the first time it happens, but every time his little girl moves his heart grows ten times in size. he moves his arm over the table to feel along your belly, smiling brightly when she kicks again.

“guess she was hungry after all,” he muses.

you hum and go back to eating, offering some of your little concoctions to your fiancé. james shakes his head, letting you clean the plate as he sips his tea, trying to not let sleep escape him completely.

you sigh once you’re done, slumping against the cushion of the booth and puffing out your cheeks. “i’m so full,” you whine, then look down at your stomach. “stop making me eat so much, y’re gonna make me look more like a whale,” you tell your future daughter.

james smiles as you talk, drinking in your figure. your hair is almost as messy as his is on a good day, eyes bleary with sleep and there’s a chain imprint on one of your cheeks. james’s heart flutters as he remembers the heat of your face on his chest, the necklace you gave him years ago tucked under your cheek as you slept soundly. your robe is slightly open, exposing your chest to james’s loving gaze.

something stirs inside him. to james, the pregnancy glow had always been a myth, but once you swelled up he knew it wad true. he always thought you were gorgeous, but being pregnant enhanced your beauty even more.

“you’re beautiful, baby, don’t talk rubbish like that.”

you giggle, still looking at your belly. “ooh your father thinks he’s smooth, bubs,” you tease, winking at james.

“hey, i have excellent game. i managed to get you, didn't i?" he defends himself. "don’t listen to your mother, she just likes to rile me up,” he uses a finger to point sternly at your daughter, even though it’s obvious she won’t be able to see it. in your little world of new parenthood, this little fact seems to escape both of you.

more laughter falls from your mouths as you keep joking, drowning out the old eighties song that plays through the speakers.

james is the first to calm down. “d’you want anything else, love?”

you shake your head, still smiling. “no no, just wanna go home and cuddle.”

james takes out his wallet and leaves a few bills that cover your meal and more, then helps you get up. he holds you close to him, one hand on the small of your back while the other cups your cheek.

he kisses your forehead, your eyes closing when you feel his cushiony lips against your skin. “let’s go home then.”

the two of you make your way to the car, still wrapped up on each other, not noticing the watchful eyes of an elderly couple a few tables away.

the old man looks at his wife with as much love as james’s eyes carry whenever he looks at you. he grabs her wrinkled hand, the golden band still as shiny as the day he gave it to her. his wife smiles through her glasses and squeezes her husband’s hand, recalling a time when they were just like you two.

[kyrenasfics]

Our Family | Heetae and the second child

Pairing : Idol!Jaehyun x makeup artist!reader

Genre : fluff, suggestive

Warnings : none

Wordcount : 1.4k

taglist : @thejeongjaehyun @mooneaj @xxxx-23nct @chitaphrrrr @ahtisa02 @simplicitysbabe @thefangirlsblog @jjaeyoonoh @wanlore @justalonelynctzen @lilacboba

A/N : Jaehyun is cuteee!!! 😫😫😫

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“Ah! Oh my god he’s so cute!” Jaehyun’s mom said. It’s the first time Jaehyun’s mom comes to visit you after you given birth to Heetae. Heetae is 6 months old now, 2 more weeks to 7 months old. “He looks cute when he isn’t crying. You'll want to find a wall to hit when he's crying.” You chuckled softly.

“Don’t hesitate when you need my help alright? I’m always free to help you, don’t overwork yourself.” Jaehyun’s mom whispered tapped your shoulders. “Yes,I’ll. Thanks mom.” You smiled.

You took a 3 months break after giving birth before you went back to work but you have decreased the work you used to do. So, you would have more time to take care of Heetae since you both are not planning to hire a nanny because you thought it would be better to raise Heetae by yourself instead of others.

“Mwa-mwa?” It was from Heetae. He’s crawling towards you and Jaehyun’s mom from where he’s playing with his toys. “He knows how to call you already?” Visible Jaehyun’s mom was very surprising from the sound coming out of Heetae’s mouth.

“Yes. He starts making all kind of sound when he was 4 months old?” You are beaming happily and Heetae slowly crawling up to your lap. “Wah! That’s fast.” Jaehyun mom’s laughing. “So, does he calls daddy or mummy first?” Jaehyun’s mom seems excited to know the answer.

“It was a sad story of me.” You chuckled softly. “On a certain noon, we were woken up from our nap bythis little monster. He’s desperations for his milk. Keeps on trying to pull my shirt down to get his milk. After i fed him Jaehyun helps to change him a new diaper. I just walk away then we heard “da-da” coming out from his mouth. On the spot, I felt my heart is broken. Am I just a milk provider?” You don’t know whether you should cry or laugh.

“Ever since then Jaehyun showed off for over a week with "Heetae called him before me". But still, he’s calling me more now. Probably must be Jaehyun is threatening him. Haha!” Jaehyun’s mom is laughing out loud because of your last passage.

“Talking bad about me again? I heard you.” Jaehyun coming from your shared bedroom then he comes over to gives you a peck on your cheek. “Da-da…” Heetae looked up and saw Jaehyun, hands reaching out wanting hug from Jaehyun.

“My little boy wants some hug as well?” You said then carry him up to his shoulder. “Gaga!” Heetae squeaking happily the moment Jaehyun carry him up. “Heetae doesn’t want mummy anymore, huh? Mummy is sad…” You pretended to be sad and pouted. “Mwa-mwa…” Heetae mumble softly. “My baby boy doesn’t wants mummy.” You acted like you are crying. But then Heetae started to cry and struggling to get off Jaehyun.

“(Y/N) you shouldn’t act like you are crying, you scared him.” Jaehyun laughs then let you embrace him in your arms. Heetae immediately stopped crying once he’s in your embrace and looking at you with wet eyes. “Sorry my baby boy. Mummy didn’t meant to scare you. Mummy loves you a lot.” You said and peppering kisses all around his face then he starts giggling again.

“It’s time for daddy to cry.” Jaehyun pouted and Jaehyun’s mom laughed. This makes her though of he is already father of a child, husband of her daughter-in-law, no longer the little boy sleeping between their beds.

Heetae clung on your shirt and giggling happily from what he sees Jaehyun is acting like. “I think you should take him to bath. He smells like sweat after we came back from the park with mom just now.” You said. “You can also bath with him.” You adds. “Alrightz. Come and shower with daddy?” Jaehyun teased Heetae by tickles him. Jaehyun then brought Heetae to the bathroom along with him.

“Ha… I couldn’t imagine Heetae growing up and have his own family in future. He grew so fast, soon he’s going to walk and jump and he may not cling me as now he did anymore.” You sighed and smile reluctantly. “Me as well. In a blink of an eye, Jaehyun had his own family and you have Heetae together.” Jaehyun’s mom said. “Have you thought about maybe having a brother or sister to Heetae?” Jaehyun’s mom asks.

“We have talked about it before but Jaehyun thinks that if it comes then it comes. We didn't force one but let it come naturally.” You said. “It must be lonely to be single child. I regretted not to give Jaehyun a brother or sister.” Jaehyun’s mom sighed. “We’ll try, maybe.” You smiled. “(Y/N) don’t misunderstood what I meant, I did not force you, I’m just telling about how I feel only giving birth to Jaehyun only.” Jaehyun’s mom explained.

“Yeah I know. Actually, I wanted a girl as well. Maybe she can go shopping with me and I can dress her up. It’s great but as Jaehyun said, when it comes, it comes.” You smiled and Jaehyun’s mom as well.

~

“Babe are you asleep?” You whisper softly. “Almost but not yet, why?” Jaehyun answers. You move closer to Jaehyun then lie on top of him. “What do you think about having our second child?” You whisper softly in his ear.

Jaehyun was facing his back from you, but immediately turned to you after hearing what you just said. “(Y/N), aren’t we talked about it? Let it comes when it comes.” Jaehyun sighed softly. “But I really wanted a girl…” You murmured softly and pouted. Even it’s dark in the room but Jaehyun could still see you are pouting.

“But what if it’s a boy again?” Jaehyun questioned. “Then… we try again?” You answered. “Then what if it’s a boy again and again and again after we tried several times?” Jaehyun asked. “Then we try again…” You mumble softly, averting Jaehyun’s eyes because you know he’s getting a little angry with this topic.

“Are you a pig? Keeps on giving birth? (Y/N), I just don't like seeing you in pain anymore. It really hurts me seeing you gave birth to Heetae, it really broke my heart.” Jaehyun said and hug you tight. “But I really wanted a girl… You have a boy I should also have a girl to shop and dress with me right? Fair, huh?” You pouted.

“You really wanted a girl this bad?” Jaehyun raised his brow and asked. You nodding like a crazy. “Alright.” Jaehyun said. He hovered above you and sneaking his hands under your dress. “A girl right? I got it.” He said and the corners of his mouth rises.

He kissed you like you hasn’t did it for years. “Ah!” You laughed and acting to push him away. “Be quite, mom is just right beside the room.” Jaehyun then smirked.

~

“Good morning, mom. Did you sleep well last night?” You greeted Jaehyun’s mom which she’s in the kitchen preparing breakfast for your family. “Yes, I did.” Jaehyun’s mom smiled and return to what she’s doing.

“Oh, I brought a picture to show you. I found it when I was cleaning up the house, you must have never seen it before!” Jaehyun’s mom said excitedly and ran back to her room.

She comes out with a picture on her hand. “Here you go!” She gives you a picture of Jaehyun. “He is cute isn’t he right? We brought him out to play with the snow for the first time, he’s just so excited.” Jaehyun’s mom smiling. “That’s cute!” You smiling and holding the picture.

“You should keep this.” Jaehyun’s mom said. “Really can I?” You asked. “Yeah sure. You can take a picture in future of you brought Heetae our to play with the snow for the first time in exchange of this Jaehyun photo.” Jaehyun’s mom said.

“Sure, I’ll take a lot of picture of him.” You smiled. “Ah, I wish the next time I came, I would be able to hear him calls me.” Jaehyun’s mom pouted. “Then I should work harder to get him to practice how to say “grandma” before your next visit.” You laughed.

“Yes, I’m looking forward.” Jaehyun’s mom chuckled. “And maybe you’ll be able to meet your second grandchild as well on your next visit.” You winked and Jaehyun’s mom opens her eyes wide. “Jaehyun has agreed to breed our second child.” You whispered softly and Jaehyun’s mom chuckles happily.

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[mrs-miyaosamu]

Bring Your Parent To School Day

Sakusa's daughter showing off her dad to the class after they made fun of her for her dad never picking her up.

->fluff

third post😫 thanks for the support on the last two i really appreciate it!!

I will be opening request today.

Sakusa's daughter was proud. Proud of her dad for achieving his dreams, proud of her mom for being so kinda and forgiving, proud of herself for managing to stay strong; just like her dad asked her to.

"C'mon Sakusa-chan your dad never picks you up from school or drops you off that obviously means he doesn't love you!" one of her classmates yelled. Yes, she was only 5 but that didn't make her oblivious, she is her fathers daughter after all. She knew that this little boy didn't know anything. She knew her dad loved her and just because he couldn't pick her up that didn't mean he loved her any less. But, the words that left his mouth still stung. How dare he insult her dad like that. He does everything for her. She wants a new toy? he gets it for her. She wants to practice in the backyard with him? say less, he already has the nets set up. She wants to sit on his lap and watch TV? pass him the remote.

He did his best. and his best was more than enough for his daughter. So what if he had practice and couldn't pick her up from school? He loved her and she loved him. But as said before, she is still a kid and even though she loves him more than anything she still can't help but believe what he said. Was her dad embarrassed of her? or did he not have enough time for her anymore? maybe he didn't love her and she was just annoying him.

"my daddy loves me...he's just busy" she mumbled, not sure who she was trying to convince anymore.

a smirk landed on her classmates face, "If he loves you so much then why isn't he here for bring your parent to school day?"

"he has practice"

"Practice? practice for what?"

"Daddy is a professional Volleyball player" she stated, her smile coming back at the thought of millions of people looking up to her dad.

"A professional volleyball player? stop lying this is why you have no friends you freak" he yelled and slightly shoved her. She fell to the ground, her hands getting scraped on the black top. Tears filled her cold black eyes that resembled her fathers.

"What is going on here." A voice spoke. It was deep, Kind of raspy and it was laced with venom. The little boy looked up only to be met with a figure that towered over him.

Sakusa was wearing all black. Black slacks, shirt, tie, suit jacket, and mask. "Sorry i'm over dressed, your mom mentioned this to me last night and i wanted to stop by on my way to an interview." he said while picking her up and kissing her cheek, "Who's your friend?"

"He's not my friend daddy. He said you don't love me" she told him while hugging his neck.

Sakusa paused for a second looking at the little boy with a look of pure disgust. "Well what does he know? what did i tell you, boys are gross germs" a small laugh escaped her lips and she hugged her dad again, "Why don't we get you cleaned up and then we can head in. I'll tell your whole class how much i love you, then when i leave for the interview i'll tell the whole world" she nodded aggressively and let herself be carried away. When she looked over her dads shoulder she saw the little boy who still looked stunned. A smirk played on her lips and she stuck out her tongue. After all, she is her fathers daughter.

©mrs-miyaosamu

[sweeterthanthis]

I’m in such a weird mood today, I need a daddy to make me feel better 😫😭 do you ever get in those moods? I just want someone to baby me and praise me while they’re doing wonderful things to me 🙈

Oh, I absolutely do get in those moods Nonnie ✨

I’m hankering for one of my fictional daddies right now, and it happens to be this one...

Explicit content below the cut. My daddy kink is raging tonight. 18+.

Sometimes you just want to be coddled, and stroked, and looked after. You want forehead kisses and soft whispers of praise. You wanna be told that you’re a good girl, and that daddy is proud of you.

You’d love to take a long, hot shower with him. Have him wash your hair, using his big, gentle hands to massage your shoulders and rub away the aches from the day.

He’d wrap you up in a fluffy white towel, and dry every inch of your body before scooping you up in his monstrous arms and carrying you to the bed.

He’d pull you tight against him, cheek pressed against his chest as one hand wandered along the curve of your waist, lingering at that ticklish spot on your hip before dipping just a little lower -- the place you need it the most.

“Such a good girl.” He’d whisper against your temple, thumb tracing your plump folds and applying just a touch of pressure to the sensitive pearl that lay between your thighs. “Had a hard day, but daddy’s gonna take real good care of you now, princess.”

You’d mewl and whine at his featherlight touches, chasing his fingers with a twist of your hips, needy and desperate for more. He’d chuckle at your impatience, soft kisses peppering your collarbone as he shifts on top of you, his expansive body slotting between your legs.

He’d fuck you so sweetly, undulating his pelvis against your own; never once withdrawing from your warmth. Open mouth breathing into yours, tongue slipping between your lips to merge with yours, your fingernails lightly raking at the flesh of his flexing biceps.

He’d fuck you until you were both slick with sweat and in need of another shower, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your trembling, vulnerable body.

His lips would ravage your throat, beard scratching against your clavicle, leaving behind a delicious burn that you’d hope would never fade.

You’d be exhausted, boneless and weak by the time he finished, but he loves you so much, he can’t let you fall asleep without cleaning you up and making you drink a glass of water. With the amount of pleasure he’s bestowed upon you, he knows its likely you could wake up with a headache during the night. He wants to make sure he can do as much as possible to stop that from happening.

“I love you, daddy.” You’d whisper as he pulled you close, your back flush against his warm chest, wrapping you up, a feeling of safety washing over you and ebbing you to sleep.

“I love you too, princess.”

[thedarkplume]

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Rogers

for @autumnrose40 I hope you feel better soon!

Disclaimer: The characters within this story are the property of Marvel Comics and Disney. I only own my OC Pumpkin.

Warnings: None

All credit for this beautiful picture goes to @autumnrose40

Who gets sick on Christmas Eve? You did. That’s how much the universe hated you. Instead of spending your first Christmas Eve as a newly married woman, you were laying in bed sick and miserable, unable to even enjoy the light snow falling outside of your window. You should be making cookies and singing softly to Santa Baby, pretending that you don’t notice your husband checking you out.

Worse than being sick, you were unable to pick up your very special Christmas gift.

Sure, you knitted Steve a very nice sweater and bought brand new art supplies because now that he was retired, he felt the inspiration to draw again.

Incidentally, art was the reason you met Steve Rogers. You were at a very low point in your life. You cut the strings on an ex who went behind your back telling lies to your former friends who collectively froze you out. You needed something to lift your spirits and your esteem. You signed up to take a life drawing class. That seemed like the perfect place to start. You were no Picasso, but you loved your art classes in school. The problem was, was that you were wine drunk when you signed up and accidentally put yourself down as the model rather than the artist. You almost chickened out when you were given your robe. But this was what you wanted. Sort of. More than that, you needed to pull yourself out of this painful rut. And you did, wearing nothing but a blush. It was only when the class was over that you realized the Captain Steven Rogers was one of the artists. You might have been more embarrassed if he didn’t shyly ask you for coffee afterward.

But the gift you planned for Steve this Christmas was one of those once-in-a-lifetime gifts that you may never find again.

While you pouted, silently cursing your terrible luck, your phone chimed. Pumpkin, Sam Wilson’s wife, messaged you.

Has Hudson confirmed The Package yet?

You snorted a laugh, but that was a mistake because that led to a coughing fit that was sure to alert your husband toiling away in the kitchen for the two of you. But you couldn’t help it. Pumpkin was so corny it was cute. She and Sam were expecting their first child due in March. They were spending Christmas Eve with Sarah and the kids. Bucky and Nat spent the entire day with them yesterday before setting out for Clint and Laura’s. You tried not to feel sad about Steve having to miss out on being with the rest of the family because of your ill-timed illness.

Not yet. He said there was a 90% chance that it wouldn’t arrive until the new year 😫

😱 He normally works a little faster than that. I'm sorry. Did you get the videos I sent this morning?

Yes! Bucky singing Hungry Eyes to Natasha almost made me cough up a lung 😂

“Sweetheart? I heard you coughing.” You quickly ended the convo before Steve opened the door. “Do you need more medicine?”

You blanched unconsciously. There was no greater torture for you than drinking cough syrup. “No, no, baby, I’m fine. Promise.”

Steve, clearly not believing you, but unable to withstand the pout on your beautiful face, let it go. He came in carrying a serving tray. “I know how you feel about soup,” you hated soup because you could never make it like your Nana. “But I think you might like this. My mother used to make it for me and I think I got her recipe right.”

You smile ruefully knowing that you would love whatever he made. “Thank you.” You set up against the headboard. “I’m really sorry we’re missing spending time with everyone at Sarah’s.”

Steve’s soft pink lips thinned in consternation. “Stop that. You can’t help getting sick. Besides, Sam says that Sarah and Pumpkin are already planning a New Year’s weekend trip for everyone.” Steve carefully scooped up a spoonful of soup to feed you. Your heart fluttered a little bit.

You let the first taste settle on your tongue and hummed. Not only was it the perfect temperature, but you were instantly taken back to those summers you spent with your Nanna, dreading when it was time to leave.

“Oh, Stevie,” your eyes filled with tears. “It’s perfect.”

Steve beamed and began to tell you all about how he made it. Not only did he make you soup, Steve even made your tea exactly how you liked it on the rare occasions you picked tea over coffee, and your favorite cookies. Unfortunately for you, Steve bargained before letting you have even a nibble of the cookies.

“Just one more dose and you can have all the cookies you want.”

“Stevie,” you whined, turning your head away from the spoon like a fussy toddler. “I hate it. It makes me gag.”

“I know it’s disgusting, but you have to take it to get better, honey. Will you do it for me? Please?”

You pouted even harder. Steve looking at you with his eyes so blue and filled with care and love was completely unfair. “You fight dirty, Mr. Rogers.”

“Only when it’s for you, Mrs. Rogers.”

You closed your eyes and swallowed the bitter liquid quickly. You don’t gag, but a shudder racks the length of your body. “Oh my god, that’s nasty!” Steve quickly passed you a Gatorade to wash the icky taste out of your mouth.

“You know, I think you deserve something special for being such a good girl for me.”

“Stevie, I’m too gross and germy for playtime.”

Steve’s lips twitched. “Not that. I was thinking I would draw a bath for you and then we can spend some time by the fireplace if you feel up to it.”

“Yes,” you agreed quickly. Anything that would finally get you out of the bed. You loved every moment of being Mrs. Steve Rogers, but your husband was a complete Mother Hen whenever you got sick.

“I was hoping you would say yes.” Steve picked you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing and carried you to the bathroom. Steam billowed out and immediately, you inhaled the soothing scent of eucalyptus. Steve helped you out of your sleeping gown, blinking in surprise to find you completely bare underneath.

“Didn’t feel like wearing anything else,” you shrug with a blush.

Steve pressed his forehead against yours and growled, “just wait until you’re better, Mrs. Rogers.”

Steve eased you into the perfectly temped water, your eyes closed involuntarily as an easy sigh escaped your lips. Steve washed your back and your hair. His long, strong fingers gently massaged your scalp as he told you an insanely hilarious story involving a bagel and three baby ducks during his latest dog walking expedition. Steve let you soak until the water grew lukewarm. Even sick, you knew how lucky you were to have a man who loved you so wholly and unconditionally.

He dressed you both in his and hers pajama onesies you bought as a joke. On the back of yours, it says, I Love His Beard, while Steve’s says, I Love Her Butt.

Of course, Steve refused to let you walk anywhere while you were sick. He carried you to the living room.

Your jaw dropped at the sight awaiting you. Steve had managed to move the couch and create a blanket and pillow fort across from the fireplace. The sheets were decorated with white fairy lights, your favorite movie was queued to play on the big screen, and Christmas music played softly from your vintage record player. The scent of baked cookies and your favorite candles created a soft ambiance to the scene.

“Oh, Steve, I love it!” He carefully set you down in the center of the pillows. “Wait, where are you going?” you made grabby hands at Steve when he started to pull away.

“I’m just going to run in the kitchen and grab some snacks,” he said, kissing your palm. “I’ll be right back.”

Steve returned a mini charcuterie board filled with all of your favorite fruits and cheeses and more of his delicious homemade cookies. You lay back against his chest as he fed you bites while the movie played in the background.

You barely made it twenty minutes into the movie when you began to succumb to the warmth of your husband’s arms. You were only planning to rest your eyes for a few minutes when there came a knock at the door.

“Who could that be?” you mumbled, still not ready to open your eyes.

“I’ll go see.” As a precaution to you, Steve slipped on his face mask before opening the door.

You tried to stay awake, but between the warmth from the bath and the coziness of the pillows and blankets, you were fighting a losing battle. It was only when you felt Steve’s lips against your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose did you force yourself to waken. Steve was perched above you, wide blue eyes filled with tears and wet cheeks.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“My Christmas present was just delivered.” You sat up, looking at the aged leather-bound photo album you ordered from Etsy for Hudson to use for the family photos he managed to track down. “How…?”

You cupped Steve’s damp cheeks in your hands. “I didn’t think it would be here in time, but Pumpkin told me about this guy she found who specializes in investigating family genealogy, and has a knack for restoring damaged photos. I snapped a picture of the painting you made of your mom and emailed it to him. Once I did, he was very eager to do it."

"I never thought I would see my mother's face like this again." Steve hugged you tightly, sobbing softly into your shoulder. "Thank you so much for this."

You carded your fingers through his hair, letting your nails gently scratch his scalp until his tears ran dry. "I'm so glad this made you happy, Stevie."

Steve pulled back, eyes red, but the biggest smile on his face. "Since you've done this for me, it's only right that I give you your gift." Steve grabbed a thinly wrapped package from under the tree. "I was going to wait until you were better, but..."

You eagerly opened the package. You were just like a little kid leading up to Christmas. There were many nights Steve put you over his knee for sneaking out of bed to shake your presents to try and get a sense of what they may be.

"Steve," you whispered, eyes roaming over the card. "There's a new addition to the Rogers family. Introducing Ellie."

"You named her after Carl's wife?"

"Well, Up was the last Disney movie to make you cry."

"I can't wait to meet her, Stevie! Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Rogers."

As the two of you sat wrapped in your blankets and pillows, Steve telling you everything he remembered about the members of his family in the pictures, and planning for the arrival of your first ever fur baby, you had no idea that this time next year, you two will have welcomed your first child.

[niemernuet]

One day late with last week's entry for the off-season winter sports fandom challenge. 😫

The subject was: winter sports summer camp - everyone’s bunking together 🛏☀️🎉

I've been trying all week but didn't have time to tie it up over the weekend, and now I'm kinda glad because the first version did not have a happy ending, and I only had the idea for an epilogue today. It's another take on Dave Ryding's wedding (Nina will probably go to school when I stop beating that horse), also I saw the new pictures of the Swiss-Ski coaches and I just could not let Hannes get away with it like that. (in hindsight his beard is probably not much worse than in Bending Gates, it's just the terrible light, but who cares)

As a Team

rating: T pairing: Daniel Yule/Justin Murisier characters: Justin Murisier, Marco Odermatt, Gino Caviezel, Semyel Bissig, Loïc Meillard, Thomas Tumler, Hannes Hassler, Renzo Valsecchi, Daniel Yule, Ramon Zenhäusern, Sandro Simonet, Luca Aerni, Noel v. Grünigen, Tanguy Nef length: 3'800 words

A grey sky covered the valley from end to end, flooding it with the dim yet promising light of a new summer day. The air was cool though it already carried the heat that would suffocate the valley come afternoon but for the people assembled on the big parking lot at the entrance of the park it was of no importance; they would be high in the mountains by then. Another car left the road, and crawled over the gravel until it came to a halt near the group.

"Remind me again why I'm here?" Gino yawned as he stepped out of the car, and stretched his limbs. Marco and Semyel emerged from the other side of the car, and with barely-open eyes shuffled to the trunk.

"It's compulsory," Hannes said, and turned away from the gigantic map picturing the entirety of the valley.

Gino's answer got lost in a snort as his eyes fell on Hannes. "Did you lose a bet?"

Renzo, still staring up at the map, coughed. Hannes glared at Gino. "Good morning to you, too."

"No," Semyel grumbled though it drowned of the noise of another car approaching.

"Bonjour!" Loïc beamed, and almost skipped over the ground as he made the round to greet everyone.

"Finally!" Hannes sighed, and again glared at the rest of the group. "Finally someone who is happy to be here."

"How couldn't I be?" Loïc laughed. "Look at that light! Imagine how it will look when the sun climbs over the mountains. I will need to take so many pictures! Also cool moustache." He pulled his backpack out of the trunk, and slung it over his shoulders.

Justin stepped to him, far less enthused than Loïc, and grabbed the other backpack from the car.

"Why couldn't we do this like in other years?" Gino asked. "What's so bad about a nice hotel with a pool and a restaurant?"

"We spend most of our time together in hotels," Hannes said curtly. "I just thought we might do something new for once."

"He took a course in team-building," Renzo explained, followed by loud groans.

"Are you serious?" Marco exclaimed.

"So you think walking around for hours and sleeping on an old army blanket in one room will do what?" Semyel added. "Bring us closer together?"

"You know you're a coach for an individual sport, right?" Gino asked.

Hannes glared at Renzo who was not in the least bothered by his withering look. Before he could say anything though, another car appeared, fast and with almost screeching brakes.

"Sorry sorry!" Thomi said as he jumped out. "But in fairness it's too fucking early."

"You live the closest," Gino reminded him unhelpfully. "How do you manage to always be last?"

"Well, you see," Thomi answered, "I really didn't want to come." He turned to Hannes, and startled. "What happened to your face?"

"Thanks for coming!" Hannes yelled, and beckoned them all to come closer. "It's time for our yearly pre-training-camp-camp, and for this year we thought we could do things a bit differently."

"Where are Krugi and Kurti?" Marco threw in.

"They have other commitments but they wish us well," Hannes answered.

"They said 'not it' faster," Renzo muttered.

"This year, instead of the usual boring golf course or pool, we'll do something totally new," Hannes continued unperturbed. "We'll hike to the SAC-hut up there, some few kilometres behind that mountain. On our way…"

"How many?" Gino interrupted.

Hannes hesitated. "Twenty…twenty-two if we take the scenic route," he said, and new groaning erupted.

"You won't regret it!" Hannes insisted. "And also, we will not just walk. I will give you two tasks today. For the first task, you’ll have time from here to our lunch break. I want you to think about your expectations for the next season. What will you need from your environment so that in the end you can say that you were able to give it your everything?” Hannes looked them in the eyes one after the other though the meaningful silence was cut short by Thomi.

“Personally, I feel happiest when I don’t have to be afraid that one of my coaches has the mange.”

Laughter followed their first steps as they started their trek though it all died down fast once the ascend began. The path was narrow and steep, following the mountainside that rose almost vertically into the sky. The night had left a treacherous sheen of moisture on the rocks and stones, forcing them to be careful with every step. Hannes was at the front, setting a brisk pace, with the rest following behind, the only things audible being their heavy breathing and the shutter of Loïc’s camera snapping ever so often. Slowly, in the opposite direction they were going, the sunshine crawled down into the valley, and when they had conquered the first mountain, they could see their cars as blinking dots far below.

"Okay, I've thought about what I want next season," Semyel panted as they looked out over the plateau spreading out far and wide in front of them. "Can we go back now?"

"Nice try," Hannes said, and marched on. "Think some more!"

With sighs and moans, most of the rest followed in his step. Loïc snapped one last picture of the valley they had come from, and hurried after them. After a few steps he stopped, and turned around again.

"Are you coming too?" he asked.

Justin startled, and shoved his phone back into the side-pocket of his backpack. "Yeah," he said absent-mindedly, and followed him. A gap had opened between them and the rest of the group, though Loïc was quickly closing in.

"There's no reception here," Justin remarked as they trotted along the rocky path.

"That was to be expected," Loïc said.

----

The path seemed almost flat compared to before, though the overwhelming magnitude of the mountains rising all around them, coupled with the sprawling plateau in front of them, gave the appearance as if they made no progress at all. The end of the valley seemed as far away as at the beginning when Hannes stopped near a big boulder, and announced the break. The sun was getting stronger, and Marco climbed on top of the warm stone, and laid down flat on his stomach.  "I only have one wish for next season," he said with his cheek on the stone. "I just want to bunk with someone who doesn't snore."

"Be realistic," Thomi said, and opened one of the tupperware boxes he was lugging along. "You're staying with me."

"But what about me?" Seymel asked. "What if I want to bunk with Marco?"

Thomi chomped down on an apple, and ripped a big bite out of it. "Not my fault you missed the last season. You can sleep with the skis for all I care," he said with his mouth full.

"I want more glove-dryers for next season," Gino threw in. "There's never enough for everyone, and the tips always stay ice cold when I put them over the radiator."

"I wasn't thinking about that kind of needs," Hannes said as he peeled a banana. "More like things the group can do for you, you know?"

"The group can stop snoring at night," Marco said, and accepted a sandwich from Semyel.

"The group can stop hogging the glove-dryers," Gino added.

Hannes pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand for a moment. "You don't have to announce your thoughts just yet," he eventually said. "We'll discuss it tonight, in the cabin."

"I need more Brändi Dog," Loïc said unperturbed, and poured a cup of tea from his thermos. "Last season we played more Jass but I like Brändi Dog better, and I think my needs were not met adequately."

Hannes took a deep breath. Renzo, who had watched them with great amusement, finally took a little bit of pity, and tried to cheer him up. "What's the second task?"

Hannes glared at him, missing Renzo's good intentions entirely. "The second question is what you will do to make life in our group better next season but I'm not sure whether I still want to know it."

"What I will do?" Gino exclaimed. "I am already a delight for this group! God knows what you'd do without me."

"Same," Thomi said. "I am a peach to have. You're welcome. Hey!" He ducked as Marco and Semyel covered him with the remains of their bananas and sandwiches.

They finished their lunch, and prepared for the second stretch of their hike. The cabin was still hidden behind a slope at the other end of the plateau.

"How long do we still have to go?" Semyel asked as he waited for the rest to get ready. He wistfully stared at his useless phone before putting it back in his pocket.

"About two and a half hours," Hannes said. "The first stretch was the hardest, it'll be easy from now on."

"I can't wait for the lukewarm beer waiting at the end," Marco muttered, and walked away.

They fell into an easy trot, with Hannes at the front again, while a soft wind from the peaks cooled down the scorching heat. A little stream followed them with every step, meandering its way through the coarse tufts of grass, the only thing still growing at this height. Sometime in the mid-afternoon, the path rose again. They had reached the end of the plateau, and looked back once more before beginning their second ascent. This time, the rocks were not fused with the ground, slipping away underneath their feet if they put their weight down wrong. Loïc put his expensive camera in his backpack, away from possible harm, and Renzo revealed a pair of hiking poles from his baggage that he used to help on his way. Slowly, with many curses, they climbed over the rubble, up a narrow ravine, and around the flank of the nearest mountain, until the ground got even again, and the cabin appeared in the distance.

"Finally," Thomi panted, and held out his hand to Semyel for the last jump over the scree.

"I just realised another need," Gino said as he stumbled over the ever-rolling rubble. "I need us to take another way down tomorrow."

The terrace of the cabin was almost empty when they arrived as the sun began to sink behind the highest mountains, only a group of climbers sat in one corner. They slipped into the large felt slippers that lay ready at the door, sternly observed by the warden of the cabin, and walked through the house to the dormitory they would share that night.

"Oh yes," Thomi groaned as he laid down on the mattress closest to the door. "I can feel the floor underneath. Just the way I like it."

"There's a tooth between my mattress and the wall," Loïc announced from the other end of the room. "Oh, wait, never mind. It's just a tic tac."

"What's for dinner?" Gino asked, and pulled a fresh shirt out of his backpack.

-----

They ate on the patio, looking out over the barren landscape. The beer was indeed lukewarm but that did not stop them from ordering again.

"It is kinda nice, I have to admit," Thomi said and scraped the rest of his spaghetti sauce together. "Though a hotel with a pool would have been nice too, but you know…"

Justin had left the table, and hung over the banister where, according to the warden, there sometimes was cell reception. Loïc was walking across the patio, around the tables where other groups sat together, and took pictures again. Marco followed him with his eyes, lost in his thoughts, while Renzo collected the empty plates, and carried them inside.

"So, what's the correct answer?" he asked Hannes when the warden came out with coffee.

Hannes frowned. "To what?"

"To your questions from today."

"There is no right answer," Hannes said. "I really want to know what we could do better for next season."

"Glove dryer," Gino piped up.

"Single rooms," Marco threw in.

"Breakfast in bed," Semyel added.

Hannes rolled his eyes, and poured a packet of sugar into his coffee.

"No, seriously," Thomi eventually said. "I thought it wasn't too bad last season. We're getting along reasonably well…can't it just stay that way?"

Hannes shrugged, and looked out over the mountains that slowly turned red. "There's always something to make things better."

"Your coffee is getting cold!" Gino shouted across the patio to Justin who was still trying to make his phone work.

"I'm coming," he said without budging.

"You know, you haven't said anything all day," Thomi added. "What are your needs?"

Justin typed away on the screen, and gave no answer.

Marco grinned. "How about conjugal visits?"

"A chopper on stand-by for when we're far away from the slalom-team," Thomi added, and waggled his eyebrows.

"Maybe try to stay within the budget," Renzo laughed.

"That's not coming from our budget, of course," Gino shrugged him off. "It's not Justin who loses his nerves unless his beloved tells him to get his ass into gear."

"How is he, by the way?" Semyel shouted over the patio. "Also, send him our regards."

"What are you even doing?" Thomi added. "Are you trying to download a picture he's sent?"

"Don't you know by know what he looks like?" Marco asked.

"Well, maybe it's not about his face but about what he's wearing," Gino said.

"Or not," Loïc added.

They laughed, talking about what the picture might entail, and yelling new things for Justin to send his boyfriend. No one of them realised the change in Justin until it was too late.

"Why can't you leave me the fuck alone?" he hollered, and with one swift movement threw his phone as hard as he could. Silence fell over the patio as they all watched it sail through the air, and disappear among the grey rocks somewhere in the dusk. Justin whirled around, and stomped over. "You don't care about anything but yourselves and you sure as fuck won't change so why do we have to do this stupid fucking pretend-game over and over again?" His face was red with fury, his fists balled tight as he screamed at them. "The only thing I need is for you to leave me alone, and to keep your nose out of things that don't concern you!"

-----

The door creaked softly as it opened. The sun had disappeared entirely, and darkness was coming fast now. Their room was at the back of the house, and the light from the small window was just enough to show Justin as a misshapen shadow leaning against the wall at the head-end of his bed. Semyel was the last to enter, and winced with every squeak of the hinges as he closed the door again. Loïc dug through his backpack before he joined the rest of them on the row of mattresses next to Justin's, and tried to hand him a tissue but Justin did not move. He had his legs pulled up against his chest, and his face half hidden behind his knees, yet even in the twilight, they could see the tears shimmering in his eyes.

"Is something with Daniel?" Gino asked when the silence became too heavy.

Justin blinked, and the shimmer disappeared from his eyes. He pulled up his nose. "We were at Dave's wedding," he said after a while, his voice only a coarse whisper. They waited for him to continue. "And he's been really strange ever since we came back. I asked him what's wrong and he insisted that everything is fine. But I know him, and it was…not. Something was different."

The rest of the guests staying the night in the cabin had resumed their conversations, and the indistinguishable murmur of their voices wafted through the closed window.

"And now he told you?" Marco asked.

"Last week…" Justin rasped. "He…he asked if I wanted to marry him."

Nothing had prepared them for that answer, and they all watched helplessly as Justin's shoulders bobbed up and down.

"And you said yes of course and now you're sad because you don't know what to wear?" Thomi asked, and coughed when Gino and Semyel elbowed him from both sides.

Justin rubbed his face against his knees, and pulled his nose up once more. "I said I don't know."

Loïc hissed as if a heavy stone had landed on his toe.

"Oh no…" Semyel whispered.

Justin laughed, despite everything, and without joy. "Yeah." Finally he took the tissue from Loïc, and blew his nose before wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"I really don't know!" he erupted, smashing the wet tissue down into the old mattress. "We've never talked about this, not in all the years. I've never thought about it...I thought that's just something others do…" He wrapped his arms around his knees again. "I thought we don't need anyone's permission," he added softly.

"He always was a sap," Thomi mused, and caught another set of elbows.

Justin chuckled. "He is."

They waited for more but Justin was lost in his thoughts.

"So, you're…," Marco eventually dared to ask, though is voice fell into a whisper as he choked on the last word. "…over?"

Justin shrugged. This time, his eyes remained dry. "He's been at his parents' ever since," he said. "He didn't answer the phone all week but of course this morning I had a missed call from him. I didn't see it because I was driving, and when I tried to call him before we left he didn't pick up once more…" He sighed, and stretched out his legs while leaning against the wall. Loïc shimmied over the mattress, and after a few moments the flashlight of his phone illuminated the now completely dark room. Justin did not blink as the light hit his eyes like the others did, he was somewhere else again, and with hanging shoulders stared into nothingness.

"That's why I didn't want to answer Hannes' questions," he said flatly. "I don't want to think about next season. I don't even want to think about tomorrow."

Silence fell again as they all tried to come up with something to say, and all failing. It was Justin who spoke again. "Do you think I broke him?"

They laughed softly.

"If anything, it was a group-effort," Loïc said.

"We probably could have taken him a bit more seriously," Gino admitted, and, after a few moments of consideration added: "I could have…"

"Also we should probably stop mocking his beard," Thomi added. "Not least of all because most of us do not have the high ground in that matter."

"Why are you looking at me?" Marco asked.

Justin grinned, and kicked him with his foot. "Where is Hannes, anyway?" he asked, and shuffled towards the foot-end of the bed.

"Renzo is trying to cheer him up. Also they borrowed the big flashlight from the warden, the one they need to find lost climbers at night, and they're looking for your phone."

"Should probably help them, then," Justin said, and tied his shoes. He waited in the door while the others clambered over the mattresses.

"You know, the warden has a phone that works," Gino piped up.

Epilogue:

Ramon frowned as he tried to read the numbers on the screen upside down. "Begins 081…" he said.

"That's Grison!" Sandro exclaimed, and shoved the phone across the table. "He's with Gino! Answer it!"

"Gino doesn't have a landline," Daniel brushed him off over the incessantly ringing phone. "It's not him."

"Then he's at Thomi's!" Tanguy insisted. "Stop trying to find excuses and pick up!"

"Let me help you," Luca said, shoved two of the many bottles littering the table aside, and pushed down on the green button.

"Are you out of your…" Daniel shouted, and jumped up from his chair. He grabbed the phone, and fled from the hollering crowd into the living room, shutting the glass door behind himself. He glared at them with pure fury though his attention soon shifted as he started to talk to the person at the other end.

"Fucking finally!" Noel groaned, and dropped his head over the back of the chair, staring out into the peaceful night in La Fouly. The crickets chirped in the tall grass, the mosquitoes swarmed around the lamp above their table, and nothing but the stars in the sky knew about the effort that had taken place here tonight.

"We deserve a met…meyta…" Tanguy said, stumbling over the word.

"Medal?" Sandro tried.

"The one!" Tanguy nodded, and wagged his finger. "For saving true love."

"Two idiots, more likely," Luca muttered.

"Two idiots and true love," Tanguy insisted.

"We don't know that yet," Ramon reminded them, and was showered with corks and boos in response.

They watched through the window as Daniel paced through the living room, sometimes nodding, sometimes talking. They did not know how much time had passed but they all watched with bated breath when he hung up, and remained with his back to their table.

"Please say you're still together," Noel muttered over and over again. Slowly, Daniel turned around, and with a sombre look on his face returned to the table on the patio.

"And?" Tanguy asked when he could not bear the suspense any longer.

Daniel shrugged. Then, a smile washed over his face, and new cheers erupted around the table. Daniel's smile vanished just as fast as it had come, and he futilely tried to shush them. "Shut up!" he hissed. "You can't see them but we do have neighbours, you know?"

"True love is saved!" Tanguy yelled into the night before Daniel could slap a hand over his mouth.

"I'll drink to that!" Luca said, and looked over the table. "Wait…"

"Someone needs to fetch some more wine," Noel said. "Can't be me, because I can't stand up anymore. But someone should."

"The bar is closed," Daniel deadpanned, and sat down in his chair. "You managed to drink every last bottle we've had."

He snorted as Luca and Tanguy high-fived over the table.

"And?" Sandro asked, and looked at him expectantly.

Daniel's smile turned inwards again, and he shrugged. "He called from a SAC-cabin in Grison," he began.

Luca snorted. "What a drama queen."

"It's an excursion with the entire team," Daniel explained.

"So not a tantrum then," Ramon said.

"He didn't throw a tantrum!" Daniel hissed.

"Eh…" Noel said, and the rest nodded.

"Did you tell him he's an idiot?" Sandro continued the interrogation.

Daniel shrugged, and bit back a smile. "I'll tell him in person."

"But you have to! Promise us!" Tanguy insisted, and wagged his finger again, this time in front of Daniel's face. "Otherwise he'll never learn. That's the thing about giant-slaloms…slalomers. They're fast on legs but slow in the head."

"Justin used to be in the slalom-group too," Daniel reminded him.

"And then he switched," Tanguy shot back. "I always knew he wasn't a good fit for us. We have standards here."

"Hey! That's my boyfriend you're talking about."

This time it was Luca who put his hand over Tanguy's mouth.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Golden Nights: Part 14

*I updated warnings because I'm an idiot and forgot 🤦‍♀️😫*

Warnings: Swearing, victim blaming themselves, mentions of vomiting, mentions of loss of appetite, bystander guilt, soft Katsuki, voyeurism (consensual)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+⚠️

Word count: 2464

You woke up the next morning feeling sick. You spent most of the morning throwing up unable to keep any food or drink down.

Katsuki never left your side. He stayed by you the entire time hold your hair back and rubbing your back as you vomited. You couldn't stop crying.

You hadn't said a word. To anyone. You just stared out the window.

Why was he still here? Why does he still want me?

You sobbed as the dark thoughts took over your mind. Katsuki's heart shattered for you. He loved you and he hated seeing you this way. You stayed in the hospital for two days until you were able to keep food and drinks down. Upon your release, the doctor suggested you stay with someone.

Katsuki to them you would be staying at his home until further notice. You snapped your neck and whispered "but, Nibblet?" You started to cry.

Oh my God you forgot about your baby

"Baby hey no it's ok. Sweetheart please! Reirei is watching Nibblet for you my love."

You look at him with tears in your eyes and whisper "Thank you." He just smiles. He takes you to his home, carrying you from his car to his spare room. You look around. His home is beautiful. So spacious and well decorated. It was almost as if no one lived here.

"What can I get for you baby?" Katsuki asks. You just look at him as tears well in your eyes.

"Why?" You ask. He looks as your confused.

"Why are you doing this Katsuki?" You look down playing with your fingers. Katsuki was confused.

You didn't really think you did anything wrong did you?

"What do you mean my love?" He lifts your chin up to see your eyes welling with tears. He wipes them away as you sob.

"I'm damaged Katsuki. I let another man touch me. I- I didn't want him to but I couldn't stop it. I froze. I let him do it" you cry.

Katsuki was in shock. He knew this could happen. He spoke with a counselor before you left the hospital. He knew many victims of sexual assult blamed themselves even when they did absolutely nothing wrong. Katsuki got off the bed and on his knees, he took your hand and kissed it lightly.

"Y/N, baby look at me please." You look up seeing his eyes turn so soft and caring. You knew katsuki was soft and caring but this was different.

"Baby I don't know how to tell you this. Maybe this situation isn't the right way to go about it but I cant hold it in any longer. Y/N, I love you" he says softly looking up at you.

You freeze. The tears flow harder as you sob uncontrollably. Katsuki leans in grabbing you as he began to cry with you. "Kat I don't want to lose you please I love you too please please dont leave me Im so sorry" you sob uncontrollably into his arms and he strokes your head kissing you.

"Baby, listen to me" he says gripping your face in-between his hands "there is no way anyone will ever drag me away from you. I'm here forever. I'm with you. I'll kill anyone who ever tries to hurt you ever again."

You cry knowing his sincerely. "I love you Katsuki, I love you so much" you heave into his chest.

"I love you too Y/N baby I'll never let you go". You settle in his arms as you both calm down.

You fell asleep in each other arms. You awoke to the sun streaming in the window. You were wrapped up tightly in the bed with your clothes still on from the day before. You sit up looking around.

Katsuki was no where to be found. You get up from the bed, grabbing your arm. It was so sore. You wanted to cry again but you felt like you had no more tears left.

Suddenly the door creaked open. Katsuki smiled and he went to you. "Good Morning baby" he said kissing your forehead.

"I've got a surprise for you" he said.

Your eyes widened as the door opened and in walked Nibblet.

"NIBBLET" you scream as he jumps on the bed and nuzzles into you.

"I figured since you are staying with me, Nibblet should as well" Katsuki smirked.

"When did he get here?" You smile.

That smile.

It was the best smile he'd ever seen in his entire life. He chuckled "Well Reirei brought him over earlier this morning. He's been patrolling the house since he got here. He keeps staring at me and I'm unsure how to feel about that."

You laugh.

Omg your laughing!

Katsuki smiles as Nibblet settles in on your lap. "Well don't feel so special, he stares at me all the time too" you say "I'm not really sure he's got much for brains."

You laugh as you pet Nibblet and cuddle him. Katsuki hugs you, kissing you gently.

"I hope that's ok" he says "I'm sorry I should have-" you return the kiss.

"That was perfect Kat" he smiles as you place your hand on his face. Katsuki helps you up and to the shower. He brings you a shirt to wear while you await your clothes. He asked Reirei and Taya if they could pack up your clothes and bring them here. He didn't want you going anywhere. He took a week off of work to stay with you. Kirishima said he would stop by after work tonight to check on you. You were feeling better after your shower and change of clothes. You spent 20 minutes scrubbing your body. Every inch of it. You asked Katsuki if you could use his wash and he agreed. You wanted to drown out any memory you had. The smell of mint and carmel overpowered you. It smelled so good. You couldn't help but smile.

Katsuki made you breakfast and you ate slowly, still not super hungry. You laid down for a while as he cleaned up and did some work from his home office.

He had security cameras in both bedrooms that he told you he installed for safety a few years back. After a string of break in to pros homes, he wanted to make sure his ass was covered. He assured you he watch you from his office as you slept.

Oddly, it felt comforting. You didn't feel strange about it. If you had, Katsuki never would have imposed. He watched you sleep soundly as he worked on his computer.

He was looking for the fucker who did this go you. He scowered known chatrooms and villain forums looking for any clues. He came up empty. He was furious and he felt so hopeless.

That evening, Taya and Reirei had asked to come visit you. You of course said yes. They bought you your favorite Ramen and flowers. Taya hugged you and started to cry. Reirei welled up as you all sobbed.

"I'm so sorry Y/N I'm so sorry" Taya cried as you held her. Reirei came up and hugged you both. Katsuki sat in the chair staring at the ground. He knew how awful everyone felt.

He had called Gigi earlier that morning to apologize for his behavior. Gigi refused to accept any apology, upset at his lack of vigilance when it came to protecting Y/N. Tony had called Katsuki that morning as well to discuss his ramped up security. Katsuki was happy Tony was taking the initiative to protect his dancers. However Katsuki didn't want you to go back. He never want you to step foot in that place again. But he wouldn't say anything. He knew the time wasn't right.

He watched as you hugged Taya and Reirei telling me it was ok and that none of this was anyone's fault. Taya couldn't help but feel massively guilty. She was traumatized from seeing you go through that. Kirishima had checked on her several times though out the weekend. He was worried for her. He cared for the girl and he didn't like seeing her suffer. Kirishima texted Katsuki letting him know he was on his way.

Taya and Reirei had stayed a while and were talking with you in the spare room. Kirishima rang the doorbell and katsuki let him in.

"Hey du- WHAT IN THE FUCK?" Kirishimas eyes widened as he laid eyes on Nibblet.

Nibblet the ever judgemental being stared daggers into Kirishima. Kirishima had never felt so uncomfortable. Katsuki laughed "that's just Nibblet Ei." Kirishima looked at Katsuki who looked back at Nibblet. Nibblet wandered down the hall into the master bedroom.

"God damn man are you sure that thing won't eat you" Kirishima spoke wide eyed.

Katsuki laughed "Nothing is ever certain when it comes to cats man. Plus I think he approves of you. He only stared for a minute." Kirishima took his boots off and say on the couch.

"How is she" he asked.

"As good as you can expect" he smiled as he heard you laughing at Taya shouting from the other room. Your laugh made his heart swell. It was the only sound he ever want to hear.

"So what are you going to do" kirishima looked at him.

"Well I have to go back to work next week, I dont have a choice. Not that I don't love the job Ei but leaving her is going to be so hard" Katsuki signed "Taya and Reirei are going to help with her next week because the club is still closed. Tony had a bunch of security installed and he's training more guards. Each girl will have their own bodyguard from now on."

Kirishimas eyes widened "that's great man. Tony is really taking this seriously Im glad."

"I dont want her to go back Ei" Katsuki frowned "I know it's selfish but I don't want her to go back. I want her home. She needs to be home"

Kirishima signed "look man, you can't make that decision for her. She has go do it herself. I know you love her man but she loves dancing. It's a her passion. Don't let that prick take that away from her." Katsuki knew Ei was right. He was always right.

"Just talk to her man. That's all you can do" Kirishima put his hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

Katsuki smiled "Thanks Ei I'll talk to her this weekend. I kinda have someone special planned for her." Kirishimas eyes widened "oh really" he said as he rested his arm on his knee with his hand supporting his head.

Katsuki rolled his eyes "yeah im going to ask her to be my girlfriend, officially" Kirishimas eyes sparkled.

Who was this man and wht had he done with Katsuki?!?!

"That's fucking awesome man" Kirishima shouted.

"Keep it to a minimum shittyhair" Katsuki growled shushing kirishima. He nodded for Kirishima to follow him. He went to his office desk and pulled out a box. In the box was a beautiful diamond anklet. The anklet had two dangling charms, one was a orange diamond "K" and the other was a black diamond "B". It was seriously beautiful even kirishima had to admit.

"Shes going to love it man" kirishima said as his eyes widened as katsuki pulled out another much smaller box. Kirishima's eyes widened and snapped to Katsuki. He just smiled as he opened the box. Inside was a large 5 carat tear dropped diamond ring with a black and orange 1 carat diamond on either side. The band had smaller diamonds completely surrounding it. It was breathtaking!

Kirishima looked at Katsuki. "Dont worry I'm not giving it to her yet but I'm going to marry her Ei" Katsuki looked up at Kirishima as he smiled.

Kirishima had never seen Katsuki so happy in all his life. His smile was genuine and pure. Kirishima went to Katsuki and put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so happy for you man" Kirishima smiled as they heard giggling coming down the hallway. Katsuki quickly put the boxes back in his drawer as a knock and more giggles came.

Katsuki laughed "come in" he smiled as Kirishima and him watched a sight unfold before their eyes.

"Will someone PLEASE tell these two they need to mind their own business" Reirei scoffed as Taya and Y/N leaped thought the door laughing.

"Oh stop ya grandma we know how you feel about Deku" Taya laughed as Kirishima and Katsuki snickered.

"Will you shut up Taya oh my god why dont you tell Red how you feel about him huh? Yeah not so loud anymore are you" Reirei laughed.

Y/N giggled as Taya's face heated up. "This isn't about me loser" Taya shouted at Reirei.

"Know I know why you like her so much Ei, she's a female versions of Katsuki" Y/N laughed as Katsuki grinned.

Kirishima's face burned red.

He and Taya locked eyes several times the rest of the night. Y/N and Katsuki looked at each other and back at the awkward couple. Soon everyone left and it was time for bed. You were exhausted. You had the most fun you'd had in a long time. You couldn't help but smile. You walked into your room washing your face and combing your hair.

You wanted to ask Katsuki. You really did but what if he didn't want to? Could you deal with that rejection?

Katsuki knocked on your door asking if you needed anything. It was part of his nightly routine at this point. Despite you having clothes that the girls had bought you, you choose to wear Katsuki's clothes. They bought you comfort. You shake your head as Katsuki bids you goodnight with a small forehand kiss and an "I love you".

It was now or never you think to yourself.

"Kat-" you said quietly.

"Yeah baby what's wrong" he rushed to your side at the sound of your quiet voice.

Breath and just ask him

"Would- would it be ok if I slept with you?" You look up at him through your eyelashes.

Katsuki froze.

You wanted to sleep with him?

You trusted him this much! His heart was elated. Without saying a word he picked you up bridal style as you screamed and giggled. He brought you to his room and laid you down on his bed.

"I've been waiting for you to ask baby. I didn't want to impose" he said smiling. You quickly kiss him as he rushes to the otherside pulling you close to him as he holds you.

"You know how much I love you right" he says as he kissed your cheek. You feel so safe, so protected. You nuzzle into the covers as he turns the light off.

You were home.

AUTHORS NOTES

I'm sorry for all the angst and triggering material. I wanted to get alot of it out of the way while I could before I give you more fluff and smut.

Unfortunately this isn't the end of the angst and sadness 😫

[chrollohearttags]

Ace fasho eats ass, he nasty wit it too he put his nose all in it n everything, fucking nasty whore😩 (I love him)

and let’s talk about it!! 😫 cause that man is a freak and no one will convince me otherwise. Spitting in it and everythang. He be eating you off the bone and begs for you to smother him. Like fresh out the shower and before you can even get dressed, this man’s is BURIED face first, just enjoying himself—