#like girl you KNOW you won't be able to stop fidgeting with them until they get infected this is not your soul

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟮.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘞: 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘛𝘏𝘠 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

days passed one after another, it seems simon was really scared after your last attempt at intimacy, it was even kind of comedic, a man who could break skulls and wash himself with the blood of his enemies was scared when his beloved girl got a small scratch on her lip while she was trying to blow him, wasn’t it charming?

it would have been so if he had not completely cut himself off from you, no, he did not stop touching you completely, on the contrary, he brought you to crushing pleasure with both his wide fingers and his deft tongue, looking into your tearful eyes through his light eyelashes, watching as your mouth opened slightly in the shape of the o, and your face was replaced by a new emotion each time, until you threw your head back, arching your spine with a quiet mewl, as soon as his tongue touched your pulsating bud, sucking it into his warm and wet mouth, full of saliva, as if he had been starving himself all day before touching you ‹𝟹

but that's not fair! you also wanted to do make him feel good, and even all sweet nothings in your blushing ears like — «your mere presence is enough to make me feel good, love» or — «the way your tender walls squeeze my fingers is already the fuckin' best thing i could have dreamed of» wasn't enough! you really want to learn, to do even better, but you know better than to argue with simon, and even your innocent teasing, such as licking his fingers, biting them, or biting his earlobe, making him growl and squeeze your waist until there are reddish marks on skin, none of this works, he knows how to hold back, and so he just ruffles your hair like an adorable pet, allowing you to continue, knowing that if he says no, it means no.

but it gets even worse when he says that he needs to go on a mission, yes, it is not as long as usual, but this does not change the fact that you will be left completely alone for a decent amount of time, and even none of his soft kisses and consolations do not cancel your disappointment, it’s not simon’s fault, of course not, and you never think so! you'll just be so bored and so lonely((

well, or you thought that you would, until you found yourself an innocent little hobby ‹𝟹 he will be away for so long, tired and miss you, so why not please him by sending him photos about how your day is going?

even if in the end, somehow magically, all your days consist of lying on your shared bed in a charming set of underwear with your cute fingers stuffed deep into your wet hole, chants of his name every now and then escape from your lips in the videos that you record for him almost daily, making him practically cum right in his pants, looking at the screen morning and night with wide pupils, grumbling and trying to tell you off with his promises that only push you to continue — «such a fucking tease you are, lovie, wait for me to come back and you won't be able to stand properly, gonna fuck you finally, what do you think, hm? dreaming, begging for it, aren't ya?»

and this promise alone is enough to send a shock of shivers down your spine, a quiet whine intuitively escapes from your throat when you look at this message and chew your lower lip, fidgeting with your teeth against it and typing the answer with almost trembling fingers, impatiently fidgeting on the sheets — «please, si, wouldn't want anything else, can't wait to you to get back home, feeling so empty already..»

every word pushes him into the abyss even more, he wanted to spend more time, he really did, but every vulgar message you send, a video with your precious naked areas of skin and how needy you act make him not care at all, he definitely will fulfill your every wish as soon as he returns home, anything for his sweet girl, just wait ‹𝟹

he returned home after about two weeks, about half a month at most, and he is finally in a familiar environment where he is immediately greeted by a light aroma of freshness and notes of your scent, but you are not on the sofa or in the kitchen, forcing him to habitually to worry, because even from the bathroom there is no sound — until he passes by your bedroom, catching the quiet purrs of his name from there, his hand shamelessly squeezes the door handle and opens it, revealing a charming scene in front of him.

your body arches against the sheets as you bury your face in the pillow, incoherently mewling his name like a prayer as your fingers move in and out of your wet, loose hole, you didn’t know that he would return today, and you missed him so much, you wanted to feel him so close that in the end you ended up in this position, your panties are somewhere on the edge of the bed, falling to the floor, there is nothing on your body except his t shirt, and your eyes become wet with tears of disappointment because your own fingers are not enough for you, when the sound of his voice makes you shudder sharply and squeeze around your digits — «what a beautiful scene, hm? are ya greeting me like this, darling?»

you whine something, looking at him over your shoulder through the damp veil and stupidly tilting your head like a lost kitten, whispering softly — «s-si? you're back?..» realization comes gradually, this is simon, you smell him and, albeit imprecisely, you see his figure in the doorway, so you move to remove your fingers from your pussy, wagging your hips and your ass that currently raised into the air when his commanding voice calls you, making you shudder and obediently freeze — «tsk, no.. no lovie, keep those fingers in and then i'm gonna replace them with mine»

your head moves on a subconscious level and you nod like a dummy, freezing in place even despite the slight numbness in your legs when he steps closer with measured and silent steps, crossing the path from the now closed door to the bed, allowing the mattress to sag under the weight of his knee as he settles down behind you, tracing your plush ass with his hand, pulling off his balaclava and throwing it away, a straight line of teeth clinging to the fabric of his gloves to expose his fingers and allow you to feel the warmth of his skin, as well as the beloved roughness of his fingertips.

— «waited for me so obediently, teasin' me, stuffing your poor cunt with your fingers while she begged for more, ye? don't worry, i'm here now» a rough, slightly hoarse voice teased, his eyes darkening even more with primal hunger as he watches your seductively arched body, wanting nothing more than to completely take possession of you, to take care of you.

simon settles on his knees behind you, his strong hands taking control as he guides your fingers deeper into your throbbing slick hole with one hand, pushing you over the edge, his touch intentional and guiding, allowing you to finally feel your stomach heat and twist with that lovely feeling.

his other hand quickly undoes the belt on his pants and his fly, casually and with a slap he pulls down the elastic of his boxers, freeing his swollen, throbbing cock which jumps forward, stands at attention and begs for release, pearls of precum slowly forming at the tip as he smears them along his impressive length.

soon his fingers smoothly take the place of yours, so much so that you don’t even notice when he thrusts into your wetness with decisive speed, plunging into your absolutely relaxed hole, he feels your walls squeezing his thick digits, and your moans of pleasure only increase his own arousal.

his free hand wraps around his aching shaft, stroking it firmly, causing milky drops of precum to gather at the tip even more actively, the pulsating sensation only intensifies, prompting him to seek release in the depths of your needy cunt, he just needs to play with you longer, make sure you are ready.

his breathing becomes heavier, his movements become more insistent, he can't help but imagine how he will stretch you, the thought makes his cock throb and ache with a raw, instinctive desire to finally feel you around him, making his thoughts melt and tongue take the leading position — «jus' a little bit, ffuuck, longer baby, gonna make you cum on those fingers your cunny loves so much»

his words alone are enough to make you squeeze him with a sucking tightness and tremble, simon's chuckle resounds in his chest and throughout the room when he sees your dumbfounded expression on your face, your moans of pleasure echo throughout the room after the long awaited orgasm, and he removes his fingers from your throbbing cunt, and the flow of your juices follows suit.

his teasing nature takes over as he runs his fingers over your sensitive bud, causing you to shiver, before, with deliberate slowness, he slides his swollen, sticky cock between the soft globes of your ass, the tip, bright red and slick with precum, pressing against yours puckered entrance, teasing and taunting, causing you babble confusedly — «pleaseplease, hhmnh, sisi, need you inside»

he savors this moment, taking his time to build anticipation, he unabashedly enjoys the power he holds over your trembling body, his own need barely contained as he holds both you and himself back, his senses on fire.

simon's actions are quick and decisive as he suddenly flips you onto your back and your body slides lower, positioning you perfectly for what's about to happen, giving him a view of your flushed face.

his deep, bottomless eyes meet your drunken expression as a small smirk appears on his lips, your legs spread wide, inviting him into your depths, and he obeys, feeling a rush of possessiveness, holding one of your legs under his knee, spreading it for his own review.

with deliberate slowness, he begins to slide his throbbing cock into your tight, virgin cunt, sharp new sensations overwhelm you, forcing you to close your eyes and instinctively hug his neck, seeking comfort and connection, hiding in his fragrant skin and calming down a little, especially thanks to the loosenes and the wetness of your pussy from early.

simon openly enjoys the tightness of your untouched walls, feeling pure pleasure as he finally slowly slides into you, taking his time, allowing you to adjust to his size, feeling every inch of your warmth gradually envelop his length, tight and pleasantly wet.

his cock continues its leisurely pace, plunging deeper into your depths, his every movement is calculated and controlled, therefore, having reached the deepest point of his penetration, he freezes, giving you the opportunity to adapt to the fullness and intensity of his presence between your walls.

his hand leaves your leg and slides to your face, gently touching your cheek, he nuzzles your cheek, his stubble brushing your skin, seeking connection beyond the physical, caring for your condition and purring huskily when you whine, fidgeting slightly — «i know, got you all dumb on my cock, but i need you to tell me if it's okay, love»

brown eyes search your face, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain, he wants to make sure that you are enjoying this experience as much as he does and that he is not pushing you beyond your limits, the heart in your chest swells and melts at his tenderness, so you struggle with the weight of your tongue in your mouth and whisper — «g-good si, feeling good, move, please move, mm» while his body is pressed against yours and his fingertips continue their gentle ministrations on your twitching bud, relaxing you.

simon registers your soothing words, knowing you're ready for him to continue, and when you recoil from his neck, letting your head fall onto the sheets, he takes the lead and his body instinctively begins to move inside yours.

your moans of pleasure slowly fill the air as you arch beneath him, the feeling of his teeth and lips on your neck adding to the intensity as he marks you with bites and kisses, leaving his imprint on your skin, slowly thrusting in and out of your tightness.

with a movement of his hand he moves it back under your knee, leaving your quivering bud, spreading your leg wider, giving him more access to your tight, drooling sex, his movements gradually becoming more purposeful, each thrust and rock of his hips calculated to please both of you, slapping gently with his skin against yours.

the thrusts become more intense, his muscular thighs slapping your ass with each more powerful movement, he lifts your leg even higher, giving him deeper access, causing you to squirm and claw at his arm in response to the sudden fullness, suddenly sighing and gasping, eyes rolling — «ah! mm! gonna — gonna cum like that, s-simon»

he hears you, but doesn't stop, his cock sliding deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix with every hard thrust, and the sensation alone sends waves of pure pleasure through your body, causing your mouth to open and close in silent ecstasy.

your eyes, slightly closed with desire, meet his dark gaze as he leans down to kiss your eyelids, gently touching your cheek with his lips, whispering words of encouragement, putting your pleasure above his own, saying through quiet growls — «good job, mgrh, go on, don't need to wait, yeah? cum f'me»

a couple more increasingly insistent thrusts become the final ones, bringing you to the edge as he continues to fuck you to orgasm, your inner walls clenching and sucking on his cock, feeling each vein and clamping around him in a wave of pleasure, soft mewls filling the room, echoing his satisfied grunts.

he kisses you passionately, his lips trailing down your face and neck, leaving marks and bites in their wake, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your shoulder only intensifies your pleasure, making you twitch and squirm across the sheets.

at the height of the moment he reaches his climax, his body tenses, muscles and abs flex and he releases his warm, pulsating cum deep into your slick pussy, his liquid warmth sending another shiver of pleasure coursing through your slightly exhausted body.

you cling to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, seeking comfort and closeness after the first thrilling experience, and it makes him chuckle softly as he nuzzles your warm cheek, stroking your leg — «that's it, did soo good, now it's time to rest, mm?» you respond with something incoherent, nodding, although in the end you only bump into his shoulder as your consciousness slowly falls into sleep, and the last thing you feel is a warm towel and gentle strokes on your skin as he wipes you down, stroking you tenderly on the head ‹𝟹

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[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

30. Minjeong to the rescue

You entered minjeongs room to find her sitting down on the ground, already fidgeting with new pieces of Lego to finish up one of the towers. "you know I kind of feel like a double agent since you showed me your private account."

"knowledge is power after all." you smiled as you sat down. " how did things go after I left?"

" the usual. Jimin said you weren't feeling well and that she told you to go and lay down. We ended up talking about all things that happened this semester including the Uhm... The Parker incident. He won't be around for much longer at the university, his dad is transferring him to some military thing or something. "

"you went over to his place after everything happened didn't you? Jimin and I talked about it and you told her you were with me, you told me you had other plans and the next day you have a bruised hand and Parker claimed he had a fight with some guy." you reached over for another bag of Lego pieces and started to build a new part of the castle.

"he had it coming. I knew you couldn't do it with your scholarship being on the line and he would have found a way to get you kicked out."

"he threatened with it when he saw me with jimin. Guess he didn't like people knowing he wasn't all that. Makes me wonder how he slept with so many girls if he isn't that good? Rumours spread fast around campus yet nothing about him being bad in bed until jimin dumped him. "

"he has money and looks, some girls don't care about anything but bragging rights. Who knows, maybe they tried to get something out of it themselves." she clicked the last piece onto the tower and connected to the growing structure in front of you. "enough about him. Why did you suddenly disappear?"

You sighed and thought it over, would minjeong listen and understand your feelings or would she defend jimin without thinking about it? One thing you know for sure is that she stays true to her feelings and opinions so she probably wouldn't just brush it off and defend her friend. "jimin came up to me in the kitchen and hugged me. I told her we probably shouldn't and then she turned me around, if I didn't push her away she would've kissed me. It was like she didn't see the problem in that. I was introduced as a friend and didn't want to be caught kissing their daughter in their kitchen at all. That would be disrespectful wouldn't it? "

"you were scared of getting caughed I understand that but you do realize your fighting over a hypothetical thing that could've happened? Unless you're mad about something else and are using this as an excuse. "

"i'm not." you frowned as minjeong gave you a look before focusing back on the Lego piece.

"so you're not mad about meeting her parents as a friend instead of her girlfriend?"

"No? We're taking things Slow and I understand if she isn't ready for any labels yet. I-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there before you try to sell me more bullshit." she layed down her work before stealing your lego's out of your hands," You've been acting like a couple long before you confessed to one another. If and I say if you are upset over the fact she was so careless you should tell her because right now she doesn't know why you're upset. Now if it is about meeting the parents as a friend you should've thought about that before you joined the trip, you knew they were coming and you knew jimin told them you were a friend. "

"since when are you a therapist?" you clocked an eyebrow.

"since the day I met these girls." she smirked.

"well if you'll excuse me I have to go and talk to jimin. I'll come back after so we can finish this castle."

"you better! We should be able to finish it in an hour together I think. Just don't let jimin drag you into bed, I'm waiting and the rooms aren't soundproof just so you know." she sent you a playful glance as you walked out laughing.

"noted!" you walked into the living room to see aeri and ning watching a new k-drama, Once aeri spotted you she motioned to the bedrooms. You made your way over to jimin's room and softly knocked on the door.

"yeah?" jimin's voice came softly from inside and you opened the bedroom door to see her laying on her bed with a book.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for today. I should've never put you in the position to make up an excuse for me to your parents." you quietly sat down on the bed as she placed the book on her bedside table.

"I don't care about that. What I do care about is that you got all weird without any explanation."

"I got upset over the fact that you were so careless about kissing me. It hadn't been a day since I met your parents and it felt wrong. They think I'm your friend and I got scared about them finding out that I'm not just a friend. That I..."

"that you?" She raised an eyebrow at your sudden silence.

"that the whole Parker thing was my fault."

"what are you talking about? You weren't -"

"jimin if we didn't sleep together when you were together with him, he wouldn't have hit you. Do your parents know why he did it?"

"They know enough, Parker probably told his dad that I cheated too. I don't know if my parents know but they'll find out eventually. It was my choice though, you didn't pressure me into anything. Parker chose to hit me and it's no one's fault except his."

You nodded as you looked down at the ground. The sound of blankets rustling filled the room before you felt arms wrap around your waist. Jimin placed a kiss on your shoulder as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck. "I promised minjeong I'd come back after talking with you. Her exact words were 'don't let jimin drag you into bed'"

"I didn't drag you, you sat down voluntarily." she smiled against your skin, "wouldn't you rather spend time with me in bed then build Legos with minjeong?"

You sucked your teeth, "see that's were you get too cocky. Minjeong and I have a goal we need to achieve. I'll come back once we're done though." you turned towards her as she pulled back from you.

"wha- you're not kidding? You're actually choosing lego's over me?" She looked at you in disbelieve.

"I made a promise to my friend so yes." you smirked as you stood up, "I don't have favorite's you know."

"She's your friend, I'm your-" she cut herself off but you both knew what she was going to say. "just go." she blushed as she picked up her book.

To be honest you were debating on teasing her with that near slip up but decided to leave it for now. You leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head, jimin looked up with a smile and pouted her lips slightly. After planting another kiss on her lips you left her alone and went back to minjeong to finish the Lego castle.

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[therealjordan23]

gwiles shitpost

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The first thing Gwen had to do was tell Miles, and from some of the stories she had heard from other women, it was always one of the challenging parts. It wasn't supposed to be scary or difficult, but ever since the doctor confirmed her suspicions two weeks ago, anytime she tried telling Miles, she found the words die in her throat every time she opened her mouth. At this point, he must've been under the assumption that she had developed some form of memory loss.

The first night they were married, they had spent the night curled up in bed in Miles’ dimension. Too much had happened in too little time; they simply slept, wrapped up together all night. The next morning, Gwen woke up with her arm resting lightly against his bare chest, and she felt his steady heartbeat underneath her palm. She was relieved to find out that it wasn't a dream, and she had indeed gotten married to the man of her dreams. 

When he finally woke up an hour later, she kissed him with every ounce of passion she could muster, and they had truly become husband and wife in that one final threshold.

And now 4 months into the marriage, she was 2 months pregnant.

“Not that I don't like spending time with you," Hobie said thoughtfully. "But it's also dawn, Gwen. I thought you’d be asleep." 

Gwen had woken up early that morning, before the sun had begun to rise. She detangled herself from Miles' loving embrace, and pulled the covers up to his chin upon seeing goosebumps rise steadily on his chest from being exposed to the cold air. She kissed his forehead and silently dressed herself. Sneaking out, she headed to Hobie’s dimension where she knew he’d just be coming back home after a night of partying. True enough, she had found him, and together, they were taking a morning walk. 

"I needed to talk to you where other people wouldn't listen," Gwen insisted, sitting down on a tree trunk. "It's a secret."

"And Miles isn't in on this because…?"

"That's the problem."

She looked down at her hands and watched them shuffle and fidget. She'd been elated when she thought she might be pregnant, but she had to keep her excitement in check until she was sure. As soon as the doctor confirmed her suspicions, she took sudden permission from the universe to be as excited as possible. Truthfully she wasn't exactly sure if she and Miles were able to have children considering that they were from different universes. It was something they had accepted and talked about before tying the knot, and she was ecstatic to learn that yes, they were able to conceive children. Gwen wondered immediately if it would be a baby boy or girl, whether they would have a son or a daughter. She hoped the baby had her eyes and Miles' hair, and as much as she relished saying Gwen Stacy-Morales to herself often, she was even more excited that her children would share the same last name. Miles was the father of her children and she was the mother of his. 

She wanted to communicate all of this to Miles, but she never found the words.

"Talk Gwendy, what's wrong?" Hobie asked, taking a seat on the ground next to her.

"I'm pregnant."

Why was it so easy to tell Hobie and not Miles? Well, perhaps because Hobie had little stake in it other than being the fun uncle. She and Hobie would not be forever bound by this life that they both created and shared. 

That didn't stop him from turning pale and his eyes went wide. Gwen groaned.

"I don't know how to tell Miles, and you're freaking out, which means he'll definitely freak out, and it shouldn't be this hard! And at this point, he won't find out until I actually have the baby, and just say, 'Hi, this is yours', and, oof—!"

She was cut off by a very sudden and very tight hug. After a moment Hobie jumped back though.

"Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, love," he said, eyes darting to her still flat stomach and laughing nervously. "Congratulations Gwen! I’m so happy!"

Gwen smiled at that, and relaxed for the first time in days. "Really?" she asked.

Hobie looked at her in disbelief. "Are you daft? What do you mean 'really'? Of course, Gwen! Miles is basically my brother, you're like my sister!"

"I'm just nervous."

Hobie moved to kneel in front of her. "About what?"

"About what? About everything! Miles will lose his mind—"

"Why?" Hobie challenged. 

She fumbled for an answer. "B-because he's going to be a father! His entire world is going to change, and suddenly, we're going to have a baby to take care of—"

"Gwen." 

Hobie took her hands gently but with purpose. When she refused to look up, he put a few fingers beneath her chin and tilted her up until her eyes met his. And then he smiled the warmest smile he had ever shown her. 

"No one is going to make better parents than you and Miles," he said very plainly. "Miles was born to be a father, and despite not knowing if he could, he's always wanted kids. And you've always been such a kind, gentle, nurturing person. And even better, you two are in love. That's rarer than it should be when it comes to parents. Hell, I wish my parents weren't separated, but here we are, Gwen. Love between parents is rare to come across these days. I know you'll both love that baby with all your heart because you love each other."

It was surprising how deep Hobie could be, and he had a point. She had been elated in the first seconds of knowing she'd be a mother, because she knew that they were doing this together. That's what a baby was: two lovers coming together to create an entire universe made up of stars from his eyes, planets from her hair, comets from their skin.

"Tell him Gwen. I mean right now when you get home. If you don't, I can't guarantee I can keep quiet for long," he laughed.

She smiled, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, gave his hair a stroke, and stood, opening a portal back to Earth-1610. Hobie gave her one last hug as she walked through the portal to the front door of their home. Gwen entered just as quietly as she'd left.

The house was still dark. In the bedroom Miles had moved, turning onto his side with his hands bunched beneath the blanket. He was still heavily asleep, his breathing very deep. Gwen took a deep breath. She kneeled in front of him and gently brushed her hands through his hair. It was always soft and thick and curly. She studied his features intently: he had grown up a lot from their teenage days. Miles grew to be around 6’2 while she stayed 5’10, keeping his hair relatively the same. He had a light stubble, and was a lot more filled out and lean.He began to stir slightly at the touches, his eyes slowly creaking open. She leaned forward and kissed him until his eyes opened completely and he kissed her back lightly.

"Are you awake?" she said.

"Hmfph," he gave as a response, his voice thick, blinking rapidly.

She fought back a laugh. "Are you really awake? It's important," she said.

Miles pulled a hand up to his eyes and roughly rubbed the sleep out of them before pinching at the bridge of his nose. He sat up, the blanket falling down and exposing his skin to the chilly morning air and he shivered. He gave his hair a once through with his own hand before turning to Gwen with clearer eyes.

"Sí, mi amor, I'm awake," he said, yawning. "Are you alright?" 

She took a deep breath through the nose, and told herself when she exhaled out would also come the news about the baby.

"I'm pregnant, Miles," she said.

He looked at first like he'd misunderstood her. Then his jaw fell open. His eyes looked down with such concentration she thought he might have been reading an invisible book.

But when Miles' eyes finally snapped back to Gwen, he smiled and his eyes were like fireworks. In one fluid motion he grabbed and pulled her in and rolled over. He tightly hugged Gwen who hugged him back. The anxious weight on her chest finally dissipated, and a garden of flowers replaced it. She told Miles, and it felt amazing.

He was whispering words of adoration in her ear while she just pulled at him tighter and relished the smell and feel of skin.

"I love you, Gwen," he said plainly and quietly.

"I love you too," she returned.

They spent half the day in bed, talking about names, taking bets on whose hair and eyes it would have. Miles insisted it would be the best Spider person; Gwen said she didn't care as long as they were happy and didn't set foot in an abandoned subway tunnel. He brought her food on a tray, insisted they'd buy all new food immediately, fresh food, he'd bring it to her whenever she needed. She laughed and told him it would be months before she'd truly need that.

It had been the best day of Gwen's life, but she knew there could only be one day that could outdo it.

But she'd have to wait 9 months. 

[piduai]

i feel like reopening my piercings again but it's the devil talking

[goldenmorningglory]

will obviously being the center of attention right now cause he's the only one who knows vecna's whereabouts. he escapes to the woods for a while trying to breathe cause after months and almost two years of being side lined it's overwhelming that now is when everyone, when mike, cares about him.

mike follows him to the woods and finds him sitting with this back leaning against a tree. will gets up immediately, starting to walk away. mike holds his arm, stopping him.

"will- hey! i wanted to check on you, you seemed-"

will takes him arm out of mike's hold. he seems to take a deep breath, as if to calm himself and turns around. his face is impassive.

"yeah i know. i was overwhelmed."

mike nods, nervous. something about not being able to read will unsettles him more than the apocalypse.

"that makes sense with vecna -"

will shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. it doesn't sound amused. mike fidgets.

"no not vecna. ironically, that feels normal." he looks away to the side.

mike studies his profile. will used to feel so small, like when mike used to hug him and his arms would go all across his shoulders. now will is almost as tall as mike and better built. it makes mike ache with loss.

"what is it then?"

will's lips tick up in a smile. every expression he makes is insincere. mike has never witnessed or even heard of will byers doing a single insincere thing in his life.

"everyone else. being seen in the room. I'm not used to it."

"will-"

"it's okay mike." will turns. "i'll be fine. don't worry I'll not run off."

mike frowns. he hates this. he hates the gulf in words. mike's strongest suit is words and now he can't seem to use them.

"no will, what do you mean, being seen in a room?"

if will were a puppet, you'd say his strings snapped. he turns around, eyes shiny. mike wonders why all their conversations nowadays end up making will's eyes shine. they're distracting enough as it is.

"because mike, no one sees me otherwise. not until they need their local upside down's tracker. so forgive me for not being used to the attention."

something in mike grows in pain.

"will we see you, i see you-"

will laughs, jagged like broken glass that cuts. "yeah right. all you people ever want is to keep an eye on me, afraid I'll get possessed. don't think i haven't seen the glances, heard the whispered conversations. i am a ticking bomb and you're pretending like I'm stupid like i won't notice. everyone only cares when I'm either going to die or cause death."

will is breathing heavy while mike can't seem to fill his lungs. is this what will thinks?

"and you michael?" will's voice is quiet now. "you see me, do you?"

mike's voice takes a tone he hates. it's defensive. he hates it but it's as if he doesn't control it anymore. will's demeanor twists something in him, freezes something over. his best friend is acting like a stranger.

"of course i do! I'm sorry i ignored you these past months but you can't think that no one cares about you! that's not true!"

will smiles. mike hates it with a vengeance. that's not will's smile. that's not. will would never look at him like that.

wouldn't he?

"a nice way of showing it you have you know."

will sighs and looks down. the sound is something wearier than anything mike has heard. no one should be feeling so tired. how did mike not notice?

you did. you just pretended it didn't exist. like you pretended will wasn't crying right next to you.

"you know, if this was the you two years ago I'd have believed you."

something in will's voice sounds...final. will turns, face half hidden.

"but I'm sorry. i dont, i can't believe you anymore mike. i don't know you anymore." he turns away fully, hiding the expression he's making as his words twist a rusted dagger into mike's sternum.

if mike thought he was good with words he was wrong. will was impeccable with them.

"and you know. for all the pain you've put me through in these past few years,"

it's not my fault you don't like girls!

you sabotaged the whole day!

thanks for telling me about hellfire.

what did you mean your life started the day you met el?

i lied to make you feel better I'm glad it worked.

mike hates that he can't pretend not to know the pain will talks about.

"for all that pain," will takes a deep breath, releases it. it echos in mike's ears.

"i should regret saying yes to you all those years ago."

no.

No.

"but will byers is a stupid kid who doesn't do what he should. doesn't like what others think he should likes.

i should wish I'd said no. sometimes i do. but really i hate that i don't regret it."

he walks away, without a backward glance. the only sound mike makes is a pained groan, like he's been hit times over by a mace. his face is wet with tears.

"will-"

his best friend disappears into trees, like all those years ago. mike falls to his knees among soft leaves and the jagged pieces of the best thing in his life he had taken for granted.

and all because he was bad with words.

insp

[rafesgfs]

best friend’s daddy - part three

Warnings: dark!andy barber, language, mentions of age difference, mentions of sex, underage drinking, pregnancy

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: A series of snapshots with your past and current life with Andy Barber.

[highly requested—and i mean highly]

masterlist

Newton, MA - 2017 Homecoming Game

He saw you immediately, shamelessly staring at the bright, yet fake smile slapped on your face as you posed for the picture. Andy's eyes drifted to the football players arms around your waist, too far down for the assistant district attorney's liking, not that he could do anything about it. He was unable to contain the eye roll when one of the players pressed a quick kiss on your cheek while you looked at the camera.

Andy knew he had no right feeling that way. He knew you thought he hated you. The glares, the tone he used, the disapproval glances he gave Jacob whenever you were with him. It was enough evidence for you to think he didn't want you around. He didn't. But not for the same reasons as you think.

Jacob ran past him, pulling you into a hug as the players around you ran back to their pre-game huddle, hyping themselves up. He heard your laugh, his previous annoyance washing away as he listened, wishing he didn't have to keep up his act. Instead, he watched from afar, noticing the fake smile replaced by a genuine one as you hugged your best friend, your cheer skirt rising before dropping back to it's already short length as soon as Jacob let you go.

Like the years before, Laurie didn't come to the homecoming game, claiming she was far too busy with work but Andy wasn't dumb. He could see it in her face everyday, helplessly watching his wife distance herself from him. But he couldn't blame her; he was doing the same. After all, not everything is supposed to last forever.

He secretly admired you, silently praising your will to pursue the career you wanted despite the very many attempts, and lectures from your parents about becoming a lawyer. Andy had gotten calls from them, more than happy to show you around the building with your parents hope of you magically being interested in what they had planned. But you were stubborn, and you hadn't backed down. He was impressed.

You glanced at Andy, surprised he wasn't glaring at you but rather staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, and you quickly diverted your eyes back to Jacob. "I'm so glad you came! Thank you for not being a total nerd tonight."

"My dad practically dragged me out of the house, grumbling about how I had to support my best friend when she's on the cheerleading team." Jacob explained, motioning to his father, the older Barber climbing the stairs as he claimed a spot on the bleachers next to your father. "I think it was just an excuse to watch a game that didn't feature the Patriots."

Once again, you were surprised. As said before, you thought he didn't care for your presence; to hear he wanted his son to support you was surprisingly shocking no matter how small it was. "Oh. Looks like he and Dad are gossiping again. Your mom didn't come?"

"No, she had work. What about yours?" asked Jacob.

"Business trip." you answered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw the Instagram posts her friends posted, the so-called business trip had turned into a vacation with the girls. You heard your name being yelled, your cheer squad waving you over. Turning back to Jacob, you smiled. "They're calling me over so I gotta go. I'll find you after halftime, okay? We can ditch."

Jacob arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching up. "But you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to stay for the whole game?"

"Nah, Leila can take over after halftime. I'll just make up an excuse and say I went off with a guy or something." you said, tightening your ponytail. "Oh, and don't use the last stall in the boy's bathroom. Pretty sure someone had sex in that."

"Pretty sure that someone was you." he replied, grinning as you flipped him off. He laughed when you nearly ran into toddler, apologizing to the little person before running to the squad.

Jacob joined Andy and your father, answering questions from your dad, and listening to the two fathers talk about the mundane life as the game started. Andy's vision kept drifting off to you, cheering on the sidelines as the game, accidentally missing parts of the game. Not that he minded to much, he had a nice view, and he knew the score. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for him.

Before halftime, you snuck away, going into the school to grab another hair tie from your locker. Thankfully, the field was close to the west side of the school, the locker bay only a short walk from the entrance. Coincidentally, just as you walked towards the bathroom with the hair tie, Andy bumped into you, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor.

"Oh, shit." you cursed, quickly bending down, grabbing the phone and handing it back to your best friend's dad. "Sorry, Mr. Barber, I wasn't looking."

Andy sighed, studying his phone instead of giving into the urge to comfort your tense state. For the millionth time, he wished he didn't have to act like a dick to you. "It's fine. Just watch where your going or you might head into the mens' room."

Not knowing whether he was serious or not, you gave an awkward nod, walking pass him. You hadn't seen the lingering glance he gave you before walking back to the game. Pushing on the bathroom door, you let yourself drown in your jitters, hyping yourself up before coming back and performing.

You had forgotten about Andy by the time you returned.

—

Newton, MA - May 14, 2018

Andy heard the knock, getting out of his seat to unlock the door. A presence befall him, a feeling he only got when you were nearby. With that thought, he immediately opened the door, greeted by the sight of you soaking from the rainfall, shivering, eyes slightly swollen, and downright miserable.

He called out your name in surprise, shocked to see you in such a messy state, let alone see you in his office. "What happened? Come in, come in. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, I—" you shivered, biting your lip to keep from spilling every problem you had faced on him. "It was raining so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't crash or anything. And this was the closest building I parked to. I ran inside but I guess it didn't make any difference seeing how soaked I am."

Andy wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, unable to find a stray blanket or anything warm to give you. He led you to the leather couch, softly pushing you down to sit on it. "Come here, sit down. Did school end early?"

"No, um, I skipped." you sniffed, sinking down on the leather, letting Andy's coat fall over your shoulders. "I had a fight with my mom. A big one. So, I didn't exactly feel that great to come to school and I've been driving around since eight."

"Sweetheart, you're soaked. You're going to get sick." Andy murmured, wiping his warm hand over your forehead, the little droplets of water wetting his hand. "I have some clean clothes in my gym bag. Tell me what you were fighting about, it might make you feel better."

You watched him grab his duffel bag from under his desk, opening your mouth to protest but the cold, wet clothes made you close it. "I made some backhand comment about having a job in fashion, then she just blew up. She wants me to be a lawyer, go to the best schools, and be successful even if I'm not happy. I told her to fuck off, yelling that I'll do what I want. She didn't like that answer, so I grabbed my keys and drove around."

Andy gave you his Patriots shirt, and a clean pair of sweats, taking his wet jacket from you. You whispered a thank you, before taking off your dripping shirt, not caring Andy was watching. He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes away from your half-naked body. "Well, what did you want to be? What do you want to do after school?"

"I don't really know, except for the fact that I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure." you replied, putting on the sweatpants Andy gave you, relishing in the warmth. "I'm sorry for getting your couch wet, I—"

"It's okay, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Are you okay, now? Do you want me to do something about it?" Andy asked, unsure to hug you so he settled for an awkward pat on your shoulder, moving closer to you.

You scoffed, fidgeting with the hem of the large Patriots t-shirt, rolling your eyes at the question. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do about it. They're both so persistent on me being this successful lawyer that it doesn't matter if I want to be one. Tell me, Mr. Barber, what's so fucking great about being one?"

He bit back a smile, shifting on the couch until he was touching you, the serotonin you gave him encouraged Andy to brush back your dripping hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. With wide eyes, and a slight frown, you meet his eyes. "Well, firstly, you're able to help people. In layman's terms, you either can defend a client, or prosecute a criminal. Putting the bad guys away. Um, you can meet new people, have some experiences that's unlikely for others. But, you're right. You shouldn't have to do what you're parents have planned for you."

"Try telling them that." you sniffled, goosebumps appearing on your arms, subconsciously leaning your cheek on Andy's hand. He heard the angelic sigh escape from your lips, his smile appearing. "Thank you for the clothes and everything Mr. Barber."

"Don't mention it." he replied, bravely wrapping his arms around your slightly shivering body. Andy felt you tense for a few moments before slowly relaxing, shifting so he could rest his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back. After a few minutes of silence, Andy reluctantly broke the silence. "Would you like me to call Jacob?"

He saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you composed your expression, nodding slowly as you pulled away. "Yeah, I'll call him. He has free period so he won't be missing anything, I promise. Sorry for keeping you from work, Mr. Barber."

Andy shook his head, helping you up from the couch. "No, no, no. I just had some papers to go through, you didn't keep me from anything. The rain is slowing but you can stay in here until Jake comes. If you want."

You nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Thank you."

—

The Barber House - June 1, 2018

Giggling uncontrollably, you leaned against Jacob, a bottle of beer in your hand. Jacob laughed over the cartoon character with you, throwing his head back at the ridiculous scene on screen. Scooby had just stared at the screen, ending the episode, the screen turning black before another episode started. The noise Scooby made just had you and Jacob in another fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The sleepover had been spontaneous, yet long way overdue. In less than a week, you'd have graduated, and moved out of Boston, living in New York City as you went to the same college. That was one of the upside of finally leaving Newton, but even with the continuous nagging from your parents, you were still going to miss them.

You had been extra quiet, knowing full well Andy was stressed for something Laurie had done, the wife walking out of the house just as you had pulled up on the driveway. She had given you a friendly greeting, asking questions about graduation, before hugging you and driving away in her car. You knew it was bad as soon as you entered the house, seeing Andy glaring at the kitchen counter as you waited for Jacob to come save you. Thankfully, you didn't have to make small talk with the lawyer.

But the his tense expression was enough to keep you quiet in Jacob's room. Well, until he turned up with beers he had gotten from a mutual friend of yours, Cory Gilbert, the bartender at the bar and grill you and Jacob frequented at. He was over 21, legally able to buy the beer, giving it to Jacob as a present for graduation. Cory had given you a nice bottle of brandy, but you had decided to save it for graduation night instead.

Getting drunk hadn't been hard, for Jacob anyways; it took more than a few pleads from your already drunk friend to convince you to drink with him. Once you did, you felt the liquid slightly burn down your throat and you greeted the giddy feeling it left you. Soon, you were found leaning against Jacob's bed, sitting on the floor as the both of you cackled at the animations playing on the screen.

Andy still hadn't came up to hush the both of you; and to be honest, you weren't sure to be relieved or disappointed. You settled for relieved once as you saw Scooby and Shaggy running away from a "monster."

It was half past ten when you finally got up from your spot on the floor, leaving Jacob to drunkenly slur at his phone while the tv played in the background. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, careful not to make anymore sounds than you already had. You were too drunk to notice Andy standing outside his door, arms crossed as he amusingly stared at your little tip-toe walk to the bathroom.

You finished your business, washing your hands, and heading back to Jacob's room when you lost your footing and stumbled into Andy's arms. You yelped in alarm, glad for the muscular arms that caught you. Looking up, you saw what your drunk brain could only describe as Adonis. You smiled, patting his pec as you slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barber."

"How drunk are you, sweetheart?" Andy asked, not letting you go. He felt you swaying slightly in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest until your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue licking his own. "You look flushed."

Giggling, you couldn't help but grin at the human contact. You had been so sure he hated you, but from your current position, your assumption seemed silly. "You're making me blush. Me and Jacob haven't been drank—drinking that much, pinky swear."

He snickered at the tiny slip up with your grammar, the slowness and laziness in your voice evidence enough if it hadn't been for the burst of confidence, and shouts from Jacob's room. "You shouldn't be lying, especially to a lawyer. Let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want you waking up with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow, now would we?"

Andy places a hand on your back, his hand intertwining with yours as he tried to lead you downstairs safely but you halted in the middle of the hallway, laughing as you sneaked behind him. You tapped his shoulder, trying to push him down. "Gimme a piggy back ride, Mr. Barber. Like the ones you gave me when I was four!"

The lawyer burst out laughing, finding your drunk confidence adorable. He couldn't help but agree, squatting down enough for you to climb onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms locking around his neck. Andy held your legs in place with his hands, shifting you upwards so you rested comfortably on his back. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "You ready, princess?"

You nodded in response, your hair ticking his neck as you snuggled closer to his neck, nuzzling your cheek. All the alcohol had rushed to your head. Andy walked down the stairs, careful to keep his grip on you as he did so. He heard all the tiny giggles and gasps you made, his bad mood dissolving with each sound. He couldn't remember a time Laurie had made him that happy.

Reaching the kitchen, Andy sat you down on the kitchen island, reluctantly letting you go as he went to grab a glass of water. He gave you the glass, but you rejected it, too busy looking at the game on the tv, seeing past the arch and into the living room.

He set the glass on the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, staring at the mesmerized—and drunk—girl in admiration. You turned your attention back on him as soon as the commercials rolled, catching him ogling you. Blushing, you giggled once again, waving him over.

Curious, Andy stepped towards you, surprised when you gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to you until he was only a couple of inches away. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear. "I have a secret."

"What is it?" Andy asked, one word away from kissing his son's best friend. The tension radiating from interaction had him weak, helpless from the very tempting chance to take you right there and then.

Cupping your hand around your lips, you felt him snake between your legs, bringing you even closer. With your lips near his ear, you whispered, "I have the biggest crush on you. Sometimes I wish you were single so I could ride you until I physically can't."

Andy growled, his hands digging into your waist as his lips hovered over yours, his blue eyes piercing yours. He murmured your name, so close to losing all of his control.

"Every time I come over, I hope you'd push me against a wall, rip my shirt off and fuck a baby in me." you confessed, loving his body warmth. His grip had tighten on you to the point it was borderline painful, but you relished in it, the alcohol numbing the rational thoughts in your head as they screamed at you to shut up.

The lawyer was so close to doing what you wanted, nearly taking you right there. But much to his dismay, his morals had held him back; surely all it would take would be another sentence murmured from your lips but he considered himself strong. "Sweetheart..."

Just as Andy's lips brushed over yours, loud, heavy footsteps made him pull away, spotting his son drunkenly enter the kitchen. You smiled brightly at Jacob as if you hadn't been about to kiss his father. Andy raised an eyebrow at his son, irritated for interrupting. "Jacob, what're you doing?"

"I—" the boy frowned, forgetting momentarily on what he was doing. Jacob pointed at you, returning a random wave. "I was looking for her, because I got worried she fell in the toilet or something."

"She's fine, I was just sobering her up." Andy answered before you could, reluctantly helping you off the table, wishing he had a few more minutes alone with you. "Don't let your mom see all those bottles when she gets home. She won't be lenient as I am."

Jacob saluted in response, watching his dad help his best friend off the table. He was too drunk to notice the longing looks you had exchanged with Andy. "Okay, dad. Night."

Andy stood in the kitchen, alone, watching his girl giggle at something his son whispered. With more confidence than ever, he pulled out the manila envelope from the kitchen drawer, placing it on the table. Laurie would find it when she comes back.

—

Newton, MA - July 4, 2021

"You're so fat." Jacob commented, eyes widening when he felt the baby kick. Without much thought, he invaded your personal space, placing his cheek against your stomach. You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. Jacob chuckled. "This little guy is gonna be a soccer superstar. Like Cristiano Ronaldo."

Andy chuckled from the driver's seat, pulling into the driveway, pulling Jacob off your stomach and back to his seat. "Don't antagonize her, Jake. She might rip your head off for breathing the same air without her permission."

Childishly, you stuck your tongue, making your baby daddy burst out laughing before as he turned off the car and opened the door. But you could hardly say his comment was an exaggeration, grimacing at the memory of nearly snapping Andy's arm off when he had forgotten the almond milk from the weekly visits to the grocery store. It had been both a blessing and curse to have Jacob in the outs of the pregnancy when that incident occurred. You hadn't wanted him to see the growing bump.

With the help of both Barbers, you got out of the car, carefully and slowly for the sake for both you and the babies. The two were chatting as they unloaded the baggage from trunk while you made your way to the house, reminiscing in the days when Jacob's glances weren't filled with betrayal, as if you had ripped his heart from his chest.

It wasn't everyday he looked at you with that raw emotion in his eyes—the betrayed looks had started to decrease the more time you spent together—yet you still felt guilty. With a hand over your growing belly, you opened the door, bombarded with memories from childhood, once again reminding you who you were having a baby with.

Once Jacob had sprinted out of the room, in anger and denial after seeing his father tangled in bed with his best friend, you had pushed Andy off you, wanting to go after him. When Andy argued it was better off for Jacob to be alone, you had blamed him for everything, for ruining the lifelong friendship with Jacob and weeks of stress caused by sleeping with him the first time. The lawyer hadn't denied the guilt or blame like you thought he would—like you wished he would—instead drowning in the insults you threw his way.

You didn't start to forgive him until Jacob came back, but then loathed him after the your best friend announced he needed some time and space to think it out, uncertain which conclusion he would come to. Thankfully, he couldn't live without you in his life, no matter how hard he tried, so he came running back, wishing for an apology when all you wanted to do was cry and wish you didn't have to spend two months without him.

Andy, like the charming bastard he is, had slowly broke down the wall of bricks made from your anger and hatred, and unwillingly, you let him in. Jacob had explained, quite awkwardly, he should be in no way a problem to yours and Andy's relationship, only to be slapped by the pregnancy news. Surprisingly, he kept it light and took it well.

Unsurprisingly to Andy, the fetus (he had been very upset when you occasionally called the baby that) had been conceived on Thanksgiving, proving the plan B useless. You had given up any pretenses at that point, and gave in to Andy's precautions no matter how ridiculous they had been; safety for the fetus.

Your parents had been content with the excuses you've made, only a little suspicious on not wanting to see them during the months of carrying the baby. The baby boy to be precise. But the lack of visiting since college was consistent enough for them to not rise suspicions.

You settled down on the couch, exhausted by the road trip despite how short it was. Newton was hardly small, but with Andy's former title, it wouldn't be long before rumors spread, and with rumors came exaggerated stories along with middle-aged women judging your life decisions because they had nothing to do all day other than sit in their lazy asses.

Andy and Jacob set the bags down by the doorway, Jacob letting out a huge sigh while his dad walked over to you, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He sat beside you, leaving no room to breathe.

"Hello, gorgeous."

"Ugh." Jacob groaned, turning his eyes away from the PDA. "Okay, I'm gonna go before any more of this happens. I'll see you guys for dinner."

Before you could ask, Jacob closed the door, practically sprinting to his car. Seeing his father in bed with his best friend had scarred him. You turned your attention back to Andy, head tilting in confusion. "Where's he going?"

"He's giving me some alone time with you. Had to pay him a few bucks after he complained about stealing you, but he'll manage for the next couple of hours." Andy explained, his hands absentmindedly stroking your belly, his smile beaming.

"What's happening in the next couple of hours that he can't be here for?" you asked, curious. The blast of hormones had been a gift Andy knew he didn't deserve, with you crawling over his body in the earlier months of the pregnancy, waking him up with lips wrapped around his cock. With his precautions for the baby, he'd been a tease for the past few weeks with the due date just barely two months away.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "It's not that, sweetheart." Andy chuckled at your pout, disappointed by the outcome. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

You knew there was something more, but you let it go, one thing at the front of your mind. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, biting your lip. "Then let's spend some time together." Leaning closer, you softly nipped at his earlobe, whispering in his ear. "Daddy."

Andy murmured your name, stern and sure but the bulge in his pants deemed a different story. That was enough for you to stop seducing him. "You're going to be the death of me."

Laughing, you turned the tv on, cuddling next to the soft man. Well, as close to cuddling as you could with the belly in the way. Your feet had been sore despite the not having to walk much all day, but the road trip had taken a lot of your already drained energy. Andy understood, gently taking off your shoes and massaging your feet until they no longer felt sore.

Two hours were wasted watching true crimes documentaries, Andy passionately commenting on the evidence they clearly had missed, and voicing his opinions of who was clearly guilty. You muffled a giggle, amused by the former lawyer. It still surprised you to see Andy so ... light? The forehead creases only coming together when something had displeased you, no matter how tiny. Retiring must've done something to relieve the stress he carried.

It wasn't until the third Buzzfeed Unsolved episode came on that you got tired. Andy, sending the change, muted the screen, pressing a soft kiss on your close eyelids. He positioned you so you were leaning against him, your back to him as you laid on the couch, a hand over your growing stomach. Anxiety seeped through his veins.

Andy cleared his throat. Playing with your hair, he said, "Marry me."

Your eyes snapped open, growing wide as you pondered if you had heard him right. "What?"

He shrugged. "Marry me."

Andy had said if so casually, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Or more accurately, a demand. You turned around, putting space between you two. Your eyes were hurting from the lack of blinking. "What?"

He reached in his pocket, the small, velvet box that had rested uncomfortably in his pocket took your breath away. Andy opened the box, revealing a diamond, far too beautiful to look at. His smile widened, taking in your shocked expression. "Please marry me."

A minute of silence passed.

"You're fucking insane." you whispered, staring intently at his blue eyes who were sparkling in excitement. He knew the outcome.

Andy's smile hadn't wavered. "Is that a yes?"

"No!" you shouted, getting up from the cough. He stood up, his arms ready to catch your unbalanced body. You glared at him. "I'm not going to marry you because I'm pregnant! No! No, no, no. I forbid you to ask me that question until this baby is out of me."

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So, when I ask in two months ... ?"

"You'll just have to see." you murmured. A smug smirk fell on his face, but this one was warmer, more heartfelt.

"You'll say yes."

You shrugged, but couldn't help the smile appearing. "Probably."

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[thebookwormfairy]

Captain the Retired Police Dog and His Puppies Part 4

The puppies are here!!!!! The puppies are finally coming!

Captain Masterlist

Part 3

After that Marinette spent the day with Harley, Ivy, and Edwin it seemed they popped up around the Manor more often

Usually it was just to say hi, and in Edwin's case to flirt with Marinette

Not that she paid the flirting any mind she was very happy with Damian and only saw Edwin as a friend

And Edwin was respectful and backed off when Marinette said he had gone to far

And finally it was time!

Ace was having her puppies!

And Marinette was alone!

It was a little past midnight when Marinette woke up to find Damain gone and Ace in labor and Captain freaking out

Marinette jumped out of bed and rush over to the 2 german sheperds

Marinette: Hey it's okay. Calm down

Marinette rubbed Ace's head to comfort her

Captain still freaking out: What should we do Marinette? What should we do?

Ace: Darling you are freaking out more then me. Calm down.

Captain sitting besides Marinette: You're right, you're right. I have to he strong for our children

Captain sunk down and place his head on top of Ace: But what if something happens

Marinette: Dont worry you two I'm sure whatever villian Damian is beating up right now can wait.

Marinette frantically dialed Damian's number

It turns out that the bat fam were in the middle of a taken down one of Penguin's lesser skeems

Robin was literal beating up a henchman when a song about angles blasted from his pocket

It caught everybody so off gaurd that everybody good and bad paused and stared at Robin

Robin: Sorry, I have to take this

Robin pulled his phone out and hit answered

Robin: Hey Ang-

Marinette: ACE IS HAVING HER PUPPIES NOW!!!!

Robin putting his phone on mute: Bathound is having her puppies?!?!

Jason: The puppies are coming?

Marinette: YES! Can you finish what ever Robin business you're doing and come back?

Marinette eyes widen when she realized that she let it slipped that she knew about the Wayne family's nightly activities

Damian's eyes also widen before a now common lovesick grin spread across his face

Robin: Of course you figured it out Angle

Marinette blushing: Sorry I was going to wait until you were ready to tell me.

Robin: It's okay Angle I'll be there soon this really isnt a big deal I've just been playing with this guy anyway. He's completely incompetent

Henchman: Hey that's rude

Robin didn't listen to

Robin: Batman I will be leaving now

Redhood: I'm going with him!

Red Robin: No fair I wanted to sse Bathound give birth too

Batman sighing and turning to Penguin: Any chance we can cut this short?

Penguin: Yeah besides this jewel isn't worth the trouble if we don't

Batman: Thank you sorry about this

Penguin: No problem bats, I do request a picture of the puppies after they're born

Batman: I'm sure the children will make sure everybody they see has pictures of the puppies

When the Waynes got back and changed they rushed to Damian's room to see Ace giving birth to her third puppy

Marinette looked up at the sound of the door opening

Marinette: I'm so glad y'all came back in time. So far we have 3 healthy puppies

Damian rushed over to Ace to do a quick look over of the puppies that were already born making sure they were all okay

Marinette: So far so good they've been coming pretty quickly

Damian grabbing Marinette's face and kissing her: You are truly amazing Angel

The Wayne family and Marinette watch in fascination as 5 more puppies came in to the world in the span of 3 hours

Marinette: I can't believe it 8 puppies!

Captain nuzzling Ace: 8 puppies! Can you believe it my Love 8 puppies!!! You did fantastic! And all our puppies are absolutely beautiful!!!

Ace exhausted: That's wonderful Darling

Captain: Rest now my Love I'll watch over our children

Ace falling asleep: Thank you dear

Captain started sniffing his children nudging them towards their mother so they can stay fed and warm

Tim: They are so tiny! Can we keep them Bruce?

Bruce: Jason we can not keep 9-10 German Sheperds, a Turkey, cat, and cow

Jason: You also shouldn't be able to keep half the kids you adopt yet here we are

Bruce pinching the bridge of his nose: We'll have to see

Marinette: Dont worry Jason even if you don't keep all of them we'll find good homes for them

Harley:We heard the puppies have arrived!

Harley and Ivy burst into the room carrying balloons and plush dog toys for the puppies

Marinette: Harley! Ivy! What are you two doing here?

Harley: Alfred was a doll and called us! Edwin would've been here too but he's hanging out with friends for the week

Damian whispering to Marinette: Thank goodness

Marinette gently elbowed Damian in the ribs: Be nice

Harley: Oh my goodness Iv look at this one!

Harley gently lifts one of the puppies who had brown fur half way up all his legs

Harley: Omg it looks like his paws were dipped in Pudding! Can we keep him?

Ivy: We don't even know if they're up for adoption

Bruce seeing the future if he doesn't find the puppies a home: Please take one

Harley: Awesome! But we'll have to wait 8 week right?

Damian: That's right

The next day after everybody got some rest as the new parents spent more time with their puppies

And Marinette sat down with the Waynes

Damian was sitting besides Marinette as she fidgeted with her fingers

Marinette: So I know you are Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin

Tim totally unconcincing: What?! No... That's impossible....Where would you get an idea like that...

Eveybody in the room gave Tim an unimpressed look

Tim: Okay I'm not fooling anybody. You are good Marinette

Marinette: Thank you

Bruce: I trust that you won't be telling anybody about this

Damian: Father!

Marinette: It's okay Damian. You can trust me Mr. Wayne, because I have my own secret. I'm also a super hero called Ladybug

Waynes: What?!

Tikki flew out of Marinette's pocket

Marinette: Let me show you, Tikki?

Tikki: Ready Marinette

Marinette: Okay, Tikki Spots On!

As Marinette transformed the other inhabitants in the room stared as the girl transformed into her hero form

Damian with a love struck smile: Just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore Angel

Marinette: Tikki Spots Off

Marinette detransforms, but Tikki stayed out were the Waynes could see her

Tikki: Hi my name's Tikki I'm Marinette's kwami

Kaalki: Does this mean I can finally stop hiding my beautiful self

Kaalki came out of Marinette's other pocket that held her miraculous

Marinette: And this is Kaalki the kwami of teleportation

Bruce: I feel like you have a lot to tell us Marinette

Marinette: That is correct but first. I as one of the heroes of Paris officially request assistance from the Justice league with the situation in Paris

Damian: What situation?

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something that never was

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: even if it's a lie - matt maltese*, a soulmate who wasn't meant to be - jessica benko, the less i know the better - tame impala, id rather go blind - beyonce ( cadillac records ), the house we never built - gabrielle aplin*, i cant make you love me - dave thomas junior, i go crazy - orla gartland, blow my brains out - tikkle me, hidden in the sand - tally hall

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating,

summary: the coldness he radiates gets the best of you, ultimately leading to the end.

announcements!

i dont really see daisuke cheating unless it was a misunderstanding or smth, but i liked the idea of this fic. Let me know what you think!

you can tell i didnt write this in a sitting lol. Im vv sorry if it's hard to follow!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

There's a warm body beside you, yet the bed feels cold. The arm around your waist feels almost as foreign as the face in front of you. It hurts to look at him, to feel him. It hurts to even be around him. He's so beautiful but he feels like half the man he once was. It's disheartening.

Maybe the saying, what you don't know can't hurt you is correct because you were feeling the repercussions right about now. Curiosity really did kill the cat, and at this point, you don't even know how to get satisfaction from it. How does one bring up cheating to their partner? Especially when the partner is like Daisuke.

He likes to brush things off without paying a price except for whatever was in his bank account, the type to hand you a card and say 'go get yourself something pretty.' And it wasn't like he was a bad lover, in fact, it was very easy to fall in love with him. He has a charm about him that's magnetic, one glance and suddenly it's impossible to look away. Or at least that was your experience.

With the final confirmation that closing your eyes will do nothing other than bringing pictures into your head, you turn your back to him and try and distance your body from his. It doesn't do anything to help when he pulls you closer subconsciously, except for maybe it makes you want to cry.

You'd confront him tomorrow, you decided.

If you need to.

———

The pace you set is leisure and if kt wasn't for the poor nail bed quickly coming to nothing, it'd seem like you weren't completely losing your head. It's all you can think about. Daisuke out with some girl—who you know for a fact isn't his sister, and who is all over him. He didn't even make a move to push her off! He hates that kind of attention so if he didn't object it, then he was asking for it. He wanted the girl on his side. In fact, for someone who insists the other person sits across from him at a restaurant- he looked quite comfortable with her nearly in his lap.

Maybe you're overthinking this, y/n.

The door clicks open and your ears strain to hear the sound of Daisuke's dress shoes. He's rather indulgent when it comes to dressing wear and the shoes were practically silent, even with the short heel on the back.

"I'm home." He says to no one particular, taking off his trenchcoat and hanging it on the rack beside the door. He stops his path to the bedroom when he sees you frozen in place and staring in the living room. He merely quirks a brow, going to take off his suit and tie.

Suddenly you can't speak and you have tunnel vision. It's unfair how calm he always looks—it's almost smug like he knows everything about you and more. Like he can read your mind and tell you your darkest thoughts and when you'll die because let's be honest, it'll probably be by his hand. Maybe you should back out now before you can say anything. Forget it all because what if you're mistaken? The more you think, the more weight is added onto your shoulders and the more it pushes you down, down further into the hole you want to crawl into. Maybe you should let it because all you want to do now is escape his piercing gaze. His eyes are studying you, taking in your form and the cogs in his brain are turning to find an explanation as to why you are standing there like a psychopath and not welcoming him home like you usually do.

You feel like you're drowning. Is the light getting dimmer? The black around your vision only seems to close in around Daisuke and you try to look anywhere else but his face. There's water in your ears, the popping of them only intensifies until you can feel it pounding into your head with faint static.

Am I going to pass out?

It's not until his hand comes down gently on your shoulder that the closing circle of vision widens out and suddenly all the imaginary water rushes from your ears. You glance down at his rings before back up him, barely catching the end of his words.

"Are you alright?"

He's never been one to beg, so you would have to answer now or he'll leave it be for the rest of the night and probably months after until you're like this again.

"I-can we talk?"

He eyes you suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and keeping his brow raised before nodding, slipping his tie off around his neck, folding it neatly into the palm of his hand. He gestures for you to start the conversation, going to the minibar curving around the kitchen and living area.

When you don't reply he urges you on, "Why so tense? Did something happen, darling?"

It'd seem like he didn't really care from how cold his voice was, but you've grown accustomed to the monotone to know that he truly is concerned for your health. He genuinely wants to know why you're acting so odd. It only makes this so much harder? You're wrong- you have to be. This must be a sick trick your brain has played on you. Or he must be playing some sick trick.

Anxiety settles itself into your gut and it seems like it won't leave anytime soon.

"Daisuke, are...- are you cheating on me?"

His eyebrows finally go lax but he doesn't look up from unbuttoning the cuffs of his white button-down. His fingers fidget at the buttons and instead of the previous loose form, his hand forms a fist.

"I- "

"Why—exactly, are you accusing me of this?"

His gaze sends chills down your spine. He's offended but he doesn't offer a defense. Suddenly your mouth is dry and you lose all your words? How exactly were you going to tell him you stumbled across him and some woman in a restaurant and practically stared them down for fifteen minutes.

You decide the bear it and swallow a lump that has formed in your throat.

"You were with a woman earlier this week snd well, the displays of affection that I saw were not very like you. You've been gone for long hours and even if you blamed it on the new job, Daisuke—you never tell me anything. Is she for a case? Are you using her for information? Go on, tell me about it. Give me a reason not to accuse you."

You regain your confidence but it falters when you meet his indifferent expression. You'd prefer it if he looked angry and the silence that fills the room is deafening and the tension suffocating.

"I can't tell you anything about our cases-"

"I'm your partner! What am I going to do? Rat you out to whoever is breaking the law? Why would I even how those connections, Daisuke?"

Daisuke inhales deeply through his nose like this whole conversation is a burden on him and you can't help but feel like a burden too. Was this relationship not worth the time to talk this out? One hand grips the bar and the other pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You aren't my partner, you're my fiance. My partner and I work together. So, no. I can't tell you about the cases."

You want to rip out your hair. This isn't about his stupid job or his stupid partner. This is about the dumb fucking restaurant and the dumb fucking woman who was hanging off him.

He can't actually be this dense!

"It's not about that! Either you aren't getting the point or you keep changing the subject because it's true!" Your voice rises in pitch, your confidence failing and turning more so into desperation. But you aren't crying yet. There are no tears and your eyes are dry and you absolutely refuse to cry in front of a Kambe.

It's like the beginning of your relationship all over again. A protective barrier around yourself so you don't get hurt and offended by his cold shoulder. Was it so bad to think you've moved on from that feeling? Why is it so difficult for him to just comfort you and push back those fears? Is he that emotionally stunted? You may not know much about his past and his family, but damn— at least you're trying to work through it with him. Can he put out a little more effort?

All he does is pour himself a glass. All he does... is pour himself a glass.

"You know what- forget it. If you're so entitled and so emotionally reserved that you can't even talk to me without a drink first, then I guess we'll talk about it another time—when you don't look like my voice gives you a headache."

Daisuke actually looks taken back by your words and you suddenly feel bad for hitting a sore spot. He may not have shown it often, but he doesn't particularly like not being able to show his true emotions; no matter the reason being.

"Y/N, wait.."

But you're back on adrenaline just as soon as he felt a drop, pushing past him to get to your coat. You just needed to calm down before you said something you'd truly regret. Words tended to stay in his mind much longer than they were intended to.

"I'm staying at my mother's. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come near me until you're ready to tell me what the hell you were doing with her. "

When he doesn't say anything more and you can practically hear the cogs in his head turn, you make your way out there door, making sure to slam it shut.

You slip on the coat angrily, slamming open the door without sparing him a glance but waiting for him to say something. Anything. Were you being too rash? You shake your head and scold yourself, mentally. You can't just turn around now, not after an outburst like that. He has to learn something from this.

Irrational or not, hopefully, his true colors would show.

[chaerincore]

valentine’s (2017)

on the most romantic day of the year, chaerin returns home in pieces after experiencing her first heartbreak, and, at the time, jaehyun is the only one who can be there for her.

warning(s): angst, swearing, mentions of insecurities, feelings of unworthiness, broken-up relationship, just sadness bro ):

notes: this post connects to the unreleased song performed by chaerin during mirror mirror, part i era. not all of the original lyrics are associated with the context of events, but it’s pretty easy to tell which ones actually are. thank you to @promptsforthestrugglingauthor! i used prompt #1701 for inspiration help <3

tags: @skzfairies [send me a request in my asks to join!]

lee chaerin deemed herself as the leader of the anti-valentine’s day committee. she now despised the day of love and claimed she always would. the holiday had officially left a terrible aftertaste in her mouth.

lee chaerin never knew that heartbreak would feel like this. lee chaerin had never before felt herself fall apart like this. lee chaerin had never once understood the unbearable, pathetic, gut-wrenching desire to be wanted by someone who doesn’t want you back. not until this very moment.

though it was only her first heartbreak and breakup, the seventeen year old swore that she would never fall in love ever again, even the smallest thought of it had left a nauseating feeling in her stomach.

she sat on the bus in a mono blue colored sundress and a jean jacket, biting her lip hard to try and not let her lip quiver. the more she kept thinking about how much longer she had until her stop, the more that the entire drive felt like an eternity. she was itching to get home and find comfort in eunwoo, who was supposed to be on his day off like her.

the second that she was able to get off at her stop, the young girl bolted. running down the sidewalk as fast as her legs could take her, she even ran all the way up until she reached the apartment she lived in with the other three members.

chaerin unlocked the front door with shaky hands and heavy breaths, harshly swinging it open and slamming it shut behind her as she immediately rushed to eunwoo & jaehyun’s shared bedroom, frantically knocking on the closed door as she felt her stomach ache from holding in her emotions for too long.

the door opened, revealing not eunwoo, but jaehyun on the opposite end, his eyebrows knit in confusion as he saw a breathless chaerin on the other side of the door, but let her in without a second thought

“where’s eunwoo?” chaerin asked quietly, pulling on a lose thread at the end of her dress, refusing to give eye contact.

“he’s at the company today, remember? it’s just the two of us off for the day.” jaehyun answered, his curiosity growing as the youngest member nodded her head in understanding, mentally cringing that she got the members’ schedules mixed up.

jaehyun wasn't a fool to know that something happened during the date that she went on with her girlfriend of two years, chuu. they were still supposed to be celebrating valentine's day together, but here chaerin was, clearly bothered and disheveled by whatever had happened earlier.

"is everything okay, chaerin?" jaehyun asked softly, watching as the shorter girl continued to fidget with her dress, not wanting to look up at him, but her lip began to quiver and she shut her eyes tightly in hopes to conceal her emotions, again.

finally, she shook her head, looking up at her leader with tears glossing over her vision.

"she broke up with me, oppa." she whispered, her words automatically causing jaehyun to gently pull her into his arms, and that was when chaerin finally let everything go.

sobs racked her body as she clung onto him tightly. hot tears fell freely, staining the boy's shirt, but he didn't care. he held her close to him, letting her release everything she'd been bottling up inside - he knew that she wouldn't let a single tear fall until she was in the safety of the dorm, or in another member's arms.

"on valentine's day, too, of all the days, who does that?" chaerin cried out, her words were muffled as she buried her face into jaehyun's chest. jaehyun could only sigh, resting his head on top of hers as he rubbed comforting circles on her back.

jaehyun was certainly no expert at knowing what chaerin needs like eunwoo does, but he knows well enough what eunwoo would do in any kind of situation like this. she might've wanted to see eunwoo, but the fact that she still went to jaehyun himself for comfort anyways was a big step in strengthening their bond.

it relieved jaehyun to know that chaerin clearly trusted him enough to let him see her at her most vulnerable state.

he'd make sure she didn't regret it, either.

after ten more minutes of jaehyun holding chaerin in his arms and her letting everything out of her system, they sat side by side on the floor at the foot of his bed with her head resting on his shoulder.

"do you want to tell me what happened, chae?" jaehyun quietly asked, "you don't have to share anything with me, but know that i'm here for you." he told her softly, his heart shattering into a million pieces as chaerin's teary eyes glossed over again, her arms weakly wrapping around his torso.

"she said she doesn't love me anymore, and hasn't since november," chaerin sniffled, bursting into tears again at the memory of earlier events resurfacing, "she said 'we lost the spark'." she said weakly, "oppa, what did i do wrong? was i not good enough for her anymore?"

those words crushed jaehyun, he swore that he almost started crying too.

"you did nothing wrong, chae." he responded, pain filled his voice as he pulled her into a tighter, comforting hug, "you're so much more than just 'good enough,' you loved her so much, nobody can really stop themselves from falling out of love."

"have you ever been in love before?" chaerin suddenly asked in a tired whisper, not moving her face that was buried into jaehyun's (now soaked) shoulder.

"i have, but only once."

"what happened?"

jaehyun sighed, biting his lip while pausing for a moment, considering if he should even tell one of his members the reason why things changed.

"i made the mistake of my putting my future over them," he explained quietly, raising his hand to gently remove the knots out of chaerin's hair, "it was the worst decision i've ever made, i never want to hear you telling me that's why you broke up with someone, okay? if you love someone, you don't walk away."

"i won't be in love anymore, anyways, but thanks for the lesson, oppa." chaerin mumbled, letting out a heavy sigh as she leaned into her older brother's touch, "if this is how love is, i won't let myself fall in love ever again." she said bitterly, scowling at the way that her heart still hurt and yearned for someone who tore her apart.

"and fuck valentine's day, worst holiday ever."

[awafflenamedhaji]

This is my first time making some x reader here in tumblr so please bare with my grammar and some mistakes😣😣

Yamaguchi x !fem!reader

You, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are friends since kids and have been together till now

You and Tsukishima are cousins but you both have different personality (at this point I don't even know where he got his salty personality from)

You live in the same roof as Tsukishima since your family's house is far

You and Yams have a thing for each other but too afraid to confess to one another

Tsukishima always drops hints (like all the time) that you both like each other but just plain stupid to realiz,e he's the bridge of your relationship

"Tsukki!! Why'd you order me crispy fries?! I like them soggy you know!" Yamaguchi yells while pouting at Tsukishima who is grinning widely while staring at me

"Yams you can have mine! It's a bit crispy but there are some soggy ones!" I slid my fries onto his front and took the fries that Tsukishima bought

"Ha! It must be nice to have y/n's soggy fries huh?" Tsukishima then had a smug smile plastered on his face "Maybe she made them soggy on purpose—" I threw a wet wipe on Kei's face that smudged his glasses "WHAT THE— WHY'D YOU THROW THAT AT ME?!" Now it's my turn to have a smug smile on my face

"There was oil on your mouth and I was just helping you out cousin, you don't like oil on your mouth don'tcha?"

"Hey hey! Quit it you two, people are staring!" Yamaguchi whispered and looked at the both of us

"Ugh, I'm just gonna leave, have fun on your date" What the fuck is his problem

"D-date?! Tsukki what do you mean—" Yamaguchi hurriedly tried to catch up with Kei

"And y'all just gonna leave me here with your leftovers?"

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"Hey Kei?? Ya hear me? Hello???" I poked his side and to my surprise, he's ticklish there

"Oh my oh my! Kei's very ticklish on his sides huh??" I smirked while trying to tickle him

"Stop it will you?! Or I'll tell Tadashi that you like him!" W-what??! NO HE CAN'T KNOW

"NO NO NO I'M SORRY FOR DISTURBING I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THIS!" I bowed to him and waited for his response

But to my dismay as I look up he has this smile that I can tell that he is planning on something

"Then you'll do anything I say? Is that a deal or not?" He took off his headphones and waited for my response

"W-well it depends on... what you are planning" I looked away at him and started fidgeting my hands

"You'll have to confess, well maybe not really confess but make him answer if he is interested into dating you"

"ARE YOU NUTS OR JUST FREAKING CRAZY?!? WHAT THE HECK KEI, YOU KNOW THAT HE ISN'T INTERESTED!!"

"How would I know? You two are like beans in a pod that you can't even separate" He was satisfied with my reaction so he went back to what he was doing

I swear for the love of Asajesus I want to kick this tall stick's ass and send him to the fucking sun

"Ugh I'd rather get buried than say to Yams that I like him" I played with the pen that was just lying on the desk the whole time

"Suit yourself, don't blame me if you get that problem wrong, I offered you a good deal yet you refused" THIS GUY—

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The next day my homework got returned to me and of course... I need to redo it

"Kei..." I tapped his shoulder

"Hm? You failed? Sucks to be you" He smirked and went back to dozing off to his “wonderland”

"Ughh just hear me out!! I accept your deal!" His eyes opened

"Then go ahead, there's an hour for you to go and confess"

"WAIT... YOU MEAN RIGHT NOW??!?! I'M NOT READY YET!"

"Take it or leave it, I'll be waiting" Ughh after that I ran to the cafeteria to find a grayish-green haired boy with freckles plastered on his face

"HAHAHAHAHA! Don't tell me that.. you spitted your orange juice on her blouse? Poor her she gotta wash that hard to take the stain off!" He laughed while talking to Hinata and Kageyama at the corner

"We'll I was surprised so I accidentally spat the juice at her!"

"Yams!" I called out and they immediately turned their heads at my direction

"Oh hey y/n! What's up? Is there a problem?" I huffed "I just need to excuse you for something urgent, umm you don't have to wait for Yams here bye!"

I held his wrist and dashed out of the cafeteria and of course we went to our usual spot where me Kei and Yams always go to

"Umm... so Yams uhh.. you see uhh I've been meaning to... ask you something" What the heck why can't I just talk like a normal person

"Yeah? What is it? I hope it's not hard to answer though hahaha!"

"Uhmm...." I fidgeted "A-are you... by any chance uhmm.... interested in you know.... in getting into a relationship" He looked at me in confusion and thought about what I asked

He blushed "N-no.. not really.." He's saying no but his face does..

"O-oh really? Hahaha! Uhmm is there someone you like? Like, like romantically?" He nodded in response and looked away

"Yeah... She has been for a long time had make my heart skip a beat"

"H-ha! Now I've got a chance to pass that freaking homework! Let's go? Kei might be waiting at the classroom" I stood up with a gloomy face, not even sparing a glance at Yamaguchi

"Ooh.. okay.... why did you ask though?" He got curious and of course I'm dumb and told him

"N-nothing... It was just a dare Kei made me do.. Just forget about it!"

Dead silence. Yes we're not talking to each other until I asked him

"Have y.. you asked the girl out?"

"No..."

"Why not? I mean I know she'll like you too! I mean who wouldn't want a fluffball like you?"

Who wouldn't like an amazing guy like you?

I looked at him and he was as red as a tomato, and it's so freaking adorable

"U-uuuh~ Can w-we drop the topic?"

...

I guess he doesn't like talking about someone he likes to me

(Istfg they're so dumb, but Yams is cute)

We have reached our classroom with silence, I've got no chance huh?

The day just went like how it used to, me listening to the teachers, taking notes and everything except when it's time to go back home

"Kei I'm going home early, don't ask why" He looked at me with a not so concerned look

"Uhh okay? Want me to tell Yamaguchi?"

"Nah, he's not interested about that anyway, oh and don't forget about the deal, Imma head out"

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I heard the door closed and so I took my notebook and pen and set it to his table

The door opens and he squinted at the sight

"What are you doing in here? Get out"

"HEY! I DID YOUR STUPID DEAL AND GUESS WHAT I GOT INDIRECTLY REJECTED! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HELP ME WITH MY HOMEWORK"

He rolled his eyes and settled in beside me

"The fuck? Where'd you get these answers from? Are you nuts?" HOW RUDE

"Not my fault his teaching was hard to understand" I scoffed

"Well if you're not dumb you'd get the answers right, anyone can solve this y/n"

"Ugh fine fine just teach me already!"

"Later, I need to wait for him" Him?? Is he expecting someone?

"Gomen Tsukki! I was adoring the cat outside so I got in late!" He opened the door panting, he still hasn't noticed me

"Uhm.. I-I'll just watch how to solve it, I'm going back to my room" I packed up my things and was about to stand

"I thought you wanted me to teach you? Since I'm teaching you two the same thing I called him here" He smirked

But I want to avoid him.. for the mean time

"Nevermind that, I'll just ask you something else, later Yamaguchi" I left Kei's room and went straight to bed

Ughh I can't face him like this, I'm just gonna take a nap and do my assignment later

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"Uhmm.. Y/n I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way, I hope we can still be friends though..." I teared up

"Y-yeah it's alright, I'm not really expecting you to reciprocate my feelings so it's okay!"

No it's not okay, not okay..

I love you but you don't love me..

"LWHWIAKKAGSI" I woke up to see Yamaguchi's face close to mine

"OH MY FUCKI— OWW!" I bumped my forehead in his

"AH! I'M SORRY Y/N! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU! I WAS JUST GOING TO WAKE YOU UP!! GOMEN!!" I massaged my forehead "N-no it's okay! I was just s-surprised that you're here..."

"Tsukki said I should wake you up.. I'm really sorry! Ahh look at your head" He quickly touched my forehead and my heart starts to beat faster

"It has a bump! I'M REALLY SORRY!!!! I'M GETTING YOU SOME ICE!" He's leaving... this is your chance to confess or else you won't be able to get things off of your chest

"W-wait.." I held his shirt and started to get red

"What is it? Does it hurt? Fuck I'm sorry!" He took his hand off of my head

"N-no.. it's.. uhh.. ilikeyou..... so.." I mumbled "What? I can't hear you" Oh god this is embarrassing

"I like you Yams— I mean.. *sigh* You don't have to say anything, I'll just get the ice.. You can go back to Kei.." I said it... though this will be a one sided— "I l-like you too... y/n.. I like you a lot... I m-mean like lot, a lot more than anyth—" I hugged him

I don't want him to see my face, I'm so flustered that I just hugged him without hesitating

"Finally! These dumb dorks" Kei looked at us with satisfaction

"Y-you! You planned this huh?" I stood up and started to hit Kei's arm

"Ow! Well at least you won't have to sulk in this dark room of yours!"

"What do you mean dark?? This is called style you uncultured salt!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?"

"I CALLED YOU AN UNCULTURED SALT! GOT A PROBLEM??"

"Hey hey don't start bickering, I'm going to teach her Tsukki so do you mind if you know.. you could-"

"Go back to your room and start listening to your weird music!" I pushed him to his room and went back to my “dark room” he said

"C'mere, I'll teach you the easy way" He sat down on the floor and started to scribble on my notebook

I wiggled my way to his lap and leaned on Yams

"H-hey! It's hard to teach if y-you're leaning on me!" I chuckled "You'll get used to it! Now teach me!"

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so yeah the ending is crap (○ﾟεﾟ○)

[cakers-2000]

~Late Night Fun~ (Chuuya X Fem!Reader)

I may love Kokoichi Ouma to bits, but Chuuya Nakahara is somethin else I swear

But here’s another Scenario from my Wattpad story until I get Dazai’s scenario finished!

Word Count: 1.4k

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"I'm not so sure about this Chuuya..."

Chuuya let out a long sigh as he heard more of your protests coming from the bathroom connected to his bedroom. You had locked yourself inside, refusing to let him even peek in at you so he had wasted time by adjusting his own outfit. A beautifully tailored black and red suit, and of course a matching black and red fedora to go with it.

It had been well over an hour and you still weren't even taking one step out of the bathroom. He was admittedly getting a little frustrated.

He adjusted the hat on his head as he spoke to you through the door. "(Y/N) I'm sure it's fine." And moved himself so that he leaned his back against the wooden door. "Just come out already."

"Buuuut..."

"(Y/N)."

His voice was deep, almost as if giving you a warning and that was partially true. He was fully prepared to break down the door if you didn't come out soon.

"Okay, okay I'm coming..."

He backed away from the bathroom door and sat himself down on the edge of the bed, grabbing his boots and throwing them on his feet. He picked up his head as he heard the sound of the door click open and smiled sweetly when he saw you.

"I told you it'd be fine."

You fidgeted nervously in your spot, still not a hundred percent comfortable with your situation.

You were currently holding onto the bottom of a black dress with long red strings embroidered into the fabric that hung down from the waist line. The front was short while the back was long and reached just above your ankles. A black and red bow rested on the side of your head while black cross stitch leggings adorned your legs.

You hardly ever wore dresses to begin with but now that you had to wear one in front of Chuuya you felt completely mortified.

It wasn't as if you could say no. Chuuya himself had gone out of his way to find and buy you this dress. You truly appreciate and love it, you just didn't have the self confidence to be walking around in a dress like this.

He seemed to notice your lack of confidence and smiled warmly in your direction. He slowly got up off of the bed and approached you, intertwining his fingers with your own, though even if he tried to deny it you could see the small blush on his cheeks as he spoke quietly to you.

"You look amazing."

Your cheeks were a tomato red, the awkwardness was too much for you and you could do nothing but laugh at his words and bury your face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you Chuuya."

He allowed you to stay in the same position until you were comfortable enough to continue getting yourself ready, though the only thing you had left was to throw on some shoes.

"Oh that reminds me..." Chuuya's voice drew on as he walked away from you and towards the closet in the corner of his room. He dug through the contents for a bit, quietly cursing to himself as you followed after him.

"Fuck I've really gotta clean this goddamn closet... Here it is." He dragged out what appeared to be a shoe box and smiled sheepishly at you.

"I uh-I found these when I was getting your dress. I thought you could wear them together. Or something..."

You smiled in his direction and took the box from his hands, revealing the black pair of heeled boots waiting for you inside. Your smile grew wider as you examined them before placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"I love them."

He let out a small breath of relief and placed a kiss on your forehead before allowing you to throw on the shoes. "I'm glad."

You stood yourself back up once the sides of the boots had been zipped and you smiled down at yourself. The boots were definitely a plus. Sensing that you were as ready as you'd ever be, Chuuya held his hand out for you to grab, a small smirk on his face though you had no idea what it was about.

"Let's get going, everyone's waiting."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Port Mafia always held a yearly banquet.

Though this was the first time you had ever gone or been invited at all. You weren't friends with any of his fellow members and so you spent a majority of the night at his side, listening in on the conversations he had with the other executives.

And even though you couldn't really relate to anything they talked about, you still had a good time. You danced the night away with some girl you soon found out was named Higuchi. Despite his complaints about it he danced with you and you shared a few drinks with his fellow executives.

Now you were currently walking through the empty hallways and back towards Chuuyas room. His arm was wrapped lovingly around your waist while the both of you were a laughing and giggly mess. Your laughing only worsened when you watched him trip over his own feet stumbling into the front door, nearly bringing you down with him.

"It's not funny..." He tried to counter but he himself was laughing with you, completely defeating the purpose of his words.

When you finally managed to get yourselves into the bedroom, still a laughing and bubbly mess he flopped backwards onto the soft blankets and smiled up at the ceiling. "That was fun~"

You nodded in agreement, grabbing his hat that had already fallen off of his head and placing it in the closet. "Lots."

He sat himself up, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed and he held out his arms, beckoning for you to come over to him.

You already knew where this was going.

Chuuya may not have had too much to drink, but he could barely hold his alcohol, you already knew he was just a little drunk.

You approached as he requested and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in between his legs and smiling up at you. "We can have more fun now that we're home~"

You blushed from ear to ear but lowered your face so that your noses brushed against each other. "You're getting a little adventurous now aren't you?"

He smirked at your teasing tone and with one swift movement pulled you up off your feet and placed you on the bed beside him, laughing slightly as you let out a small squeak. He moved himself so that he was looking down at you, a hand on either side of your head and you felt your blush only worsen.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, but that only made his smirk grow more. "Come on, no one's gonna know. Why do you think I wanted to ditch early?"

You sighed but it was quickly cut off as he pressed a rough kiss to your lips, effectively stopping you from protesting against him. He pulled away from you when he needed air, but kept his forehead on yours. His eyes were practically pleading.

"Please."

You reached up and cupped his cheeks in your hands, smiling as he knelt into your touch. "Fine... But if anyone finds out I swear to god..."

"They won't."

You laughed at his tone and nodded, allowing him to once again kiss you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you walked through the halls of the Port Mafia base the next afternoon, waiting for Chuuya to return from a mission you ran into Higuchi. The other girl gave you a polite hello and a small bow but her eyes grew wide the more she looked at you.

"Higuchi, what's up?"

"Um, well, how do I say this... Have you... looked in the mirror recently?"

"What? No..."

She smiled slightly and turned you around, gesturing for you to head back to Chuuya's room. "You might want to."

You practically ran to the bathroom, dread filling your system as you rushed to the mirror. And found the mark he had left on your neck from last night's escapades. It was in such a perfect spot that anyone would be able to see it no matter what you did. He knew what he had done, he had openly ignored your warning and wanted to make sure that everyone would find out.

"GODDAMNIT CHUUYA!"

[angelsswirl]

Vellichor

The One With The Kick in the Ass

Rating: T

Wrd Cnt: 1k

Notes: 3 chapters left!

Always on the edge of something. Always on the edge of wondering why.

Yes. Irene knew exactly what would greet her when she entered her livingroom. But that didn't change the fact that she was hoping and praying the nightmare she was living would be just that, a nightmare.

"Do you know what vellichor means?"

Oh, no. This is unfortunately very real. Her prayers remained unanswered as she crossed the threshold. Being met with the ever increasingly pitiful sight of her best friend (on a good day) laying precariously across her brown leather couch.

"Not this shit again."

She rubbed her face in attempt to swipe away her tiredness or rub off her skin so she could be carted away to the hospital and away from whatever it was Jisoo was doing. Whichever came first would work really.

"It's that feeling you get when in a used bookstore."

"I very genuinely hate you." Irene sat down on the coffee table. Her head in her hands.

"I feel like vellichor."

"Our whole friendship is a joke."

"I don't think I can go on like this."

'Me neither.' Irene thought idly.

"I fucked your mom."

"What?"

"Now that I have your attention, how long are you going to sleep on my couch?"

"I dont know."

"You're making the house smell like assholery and desperation. Go apologize, have make up sex with your wife. Get her pregnant again for all I care, seems to be your kink anyway."

"You don't get it."

"Neither do you. She's sick right now. You know as well as I do that you're not supposed to stay more than three days away from your omega at once."

Jisoo fidgeted. The guilt about that was eating away at her, but she wasnt anything if not stubborn.

"Lia is there, she should be fine."

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself? So, she fucked another alpha 20 years ago. But she mated with you. Get. Over. It. And. Get. Out. Of my. House."

Irene pointed toward the door with a firm finger, not in the least bit surprised when Jisoo only sat up slowly.

"Do you think she hates me?" She asked softly. She stared at her phone. No missed calls from you, because you hadn't been calling. No missed calls from her children, because for them, Jisoo would always answer. Several missed calls from your mom. Jisoo was borderline terrified of her and was making it a mission not to interact with the older woman.

"Y/N? No. She knows you too well to hate you. She knows you're stupid and absolutely shit at handling your feelings."

"I am stupid. I'm so fucking stupid. I love her so nuch that even til this day I get so confused as to why she picked me. And why she's continued to pick me every year since. I'm stupid and a hypocrite and a coward."

Irene nodded along calmly, "Yeah, I've known all these things about you for a while now. So, for the final time. Get off my couch and go tell her that. Go get your wife back."

Jisoo made no effort to acknowledge Irene, but she did clamber off the couch with renewed vigor.

It had been a week and a half since you had seen Jisoo. Your heat had come and gone within the first three days. And in its wake had been the worst case of mate withdrawal you had ever experienced.

You had went through it before. Like that one time before you had officially gotten with Jisoo.

And that other time when Jisoo went to visit her parents in South Korea, and you refused to go with her out of principle that you didn't feel like going to get a passport.

In the grand scheme of things, you're still mad beyond belief at her. More so for leaving you, then because of anything she said that day. But you missed Jisoo like nobody's business and you just wanted her back.

And no, you haven't called to tell her that. Because you're stubborn and this was all Jisoo's fault in the first place. You were waiting on an unprompted apology and then you'll let Jisoo back into your bed so you can finally get a good night of sleep.

During the week, some days were better than others. Most days were just lethargy and other days were full on flu. You're not sure why the omega gets the worst part of mate withdrawal, but whatever.

Today, was one of those days where you were able to get out of the bed. And do things for yourself and clean. And parent. And do the things your children had been trying to do for you.

Bless their little hearts.

Speaking of your children doing the things you normally did, you eyed Peyton who was sitting on the couch, from your place behind the kitchen island.

Where as Ryland and Kaleb had been practically directly underneath you this entire time, Peyton hadn't been. And for Peyton, that wasn't really out of the ordinary, but she had almost been avoiding you.

You continued to stare at Peyton. Your children always thought they could get things passed you. You're not sure why because they never do.

That's when it hits you. You sighed loudly, alerting Peyton to your presence.

You rubbed your temples to stave away the oncoming headache.

"Did you use protection?"

Up until today, you would have told anyone that Peyton didn't have the ability to blush. But clearly, you would have been oh so wrong.

Peyton tried to sink deeper into the couch.

"I'll take that as a no." Normally, you would have to think about a way to break the news to Jisoo, but you're just going to let her figure that one out on her own.

"How can you even tell!?"

"I grew you inside of me for 9 glorious months then pushed you out of me for 30 horrible minutes. Your head was gigantic. All of that is to say, that I'm your mother. I'm always going to be able to tell things about you."

And with that, tears started to fall down Peyton's face.

You instantly gathered the girl in your arms, "Baby, why are you crying? I'm not mad at you."

Peyton buried her face into your neck, "It's been two days and she hasn't talked to me. She won't answer my calls."

"I'm fairly sure but just for some confirmation, we're talking about Maya right?"

Peyton nodded solemnly.

"Honey, don't take it to heart. I'm sure she's probably busy with her summer classes. Or maybe-" You're cut off by a resounding knock at the front door.

You went to open it with a frown.

"Speak of the devil." You mumbled, moving to the side so Peyton could see.

"Hi?" Maya pulled her arm from behind her back and scratched her head nervously. She forced the bouquet of flowers she was holding forward, "I'm sorry."

Peyton wiped her face. She walked toward Maya and took the flowers softly. She looked at them for a second before hitting Maya in the chest with them repeatedly.

"Ow, Peyton! Thorns!"

"Don't. Do. That. Again. I thought you didn't want me or something."

You shrugged at Maya's pleading look, "Don't look at me for help. If she hadn't done it, then I would have."

Peyton eventually stopped. Then pushed Maya back into the hallway, following her. She closed the door behind her.

And you were greatful for that. You didn't want to see them make up or whatever it was teenagers did either.

[thirstyandbeautiful]

anon came back to fuck the hoe council up- we’re all HOT 

Michael/Lewis/Daniel submission!

Anon: More Michael&Daniel&Lewis because why have one when you can have three. Enjoy this Slutty Sunday gift from me xx

"Stop pouting." Lewis' words just made you pout harder, your arms folding in front of you.

"You've already been told once, stop acting like a brat. Do you not want to go to dinner with me?" Michael's harsher tone has your arms dropping to your sides and your gaze dropping to your sparkling heels. Michael takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. "Good girl. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, can't wait." As you spoke, Daniel stepped out of the bathroom. Your eyes widend at how hot he looked in the suit. You were do distracted staring at his body you missed what he said. But Lewis and Michael had definitely heard for they both responded with variations of "no not yet," leaving you utterly confused.

"Aw look baby's all confused," Michael's teasing words make you whine. "So who wants to be the one to tell her?" Lewis replies back that Michael should tell you, and you're so lost as to what they're talking about. "Bend over the bed baby." You do as instructed, blushing as your baby pink dress barely covers you in this position. "Daniel and Lewis told me about what they used to do to you when you would go on dates with only one of them, and I thought for our first date we could do the same. How you like that baby?"

"Please," your voice is quiet, shaking as much as your legs are in this moment, "fill me and plug me. Please."

Daniel fucks you first, pulling your panties down until they fall to the floor, starting by fingering your ass with lubed fingers. When your thighs clench he kicks your feet apart, only to add a third finger. He knows three fingers is just enough that you can comfortably take him, but still really feel it. After his trousers are unzipper and his cock freed, he fucks you fast. Firm grip on your hips, repetitions of "fuck baby girl so tight", hard deep thrusts that make you moan so loud. Your fingers curl into the sheets when Daniel cums inside you and a flood of curses fall from his mouth.

Lewis doesn't give you any time to breathe or recover, taking Daniel's place. He fucks you just as hard as Daniel did, but he's able to go deeper, able to make your arms tremble so much you have to rest on your forearms instead of your hands. Even without seeing or hearing you know he'd been touching himself while Daniel fucked you, he finishes way too quickly for it to be any other way. "Good girl, letting us fill your pretty ass before you go to dinner."  Lewis pulls out and you clench, knowing the game and it's rules; spill any of their cum and you don't get to cum.

The plug is cold against your skin, it'll warm up soon enough but the first few minutes of cold metal against your delicate skin turn sensitive nerves into oversensitive ones. For a minute you don't move, remaining bent over the bed breathing deeply as you calm yourself down. By the time you're calm Lewis and Daniel are leaving, pressing kisses to your forehead, meaning it's just you and Michael.

"Get up, I won't let you make us late." Luckily Michael helps you to your feet, smoothing the dress back over your ass and thighs, holding you close to his chest for a moment. "Can you skip the panties?"

"For you, every day."

Dinner is torture, you have to sit still because every movement makes the plug shift. But dinner is also one of the best first dates. Michael's the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair, holding your hand over the table, keeping his attention on you always. Halfway through waiting for the food he leans over to ask how you are, you can't tell him you're dripping wet from how turned on he makes you, "need you" is all you can whisper.

If it had been Daniel you'd probably be whining, acting out, fidgeting, playing footsie until he caved and dragged you out of the restaurant. All you had to do was look at Lewis with big pleading eyes and you'd be leaving. But Michael? He's sadistic in the way he's making you wait, shushing your whines, telling you to behave, staring you down when you fidget, and ignoring your feet until they're in his lap, wrapping his hands tightly around each ankle until you pull your feet away. The worst thing is you're loving it.

Finally Michael decides he wants to leave. He offers his arm to you when you stumble out of your seat, you're so worked up your legs can barely support you. On the drive back to the hotel he acts like you're not seconds away from telling him to pull over and crawling into his lap.

Finally, you're back in the hotel room. Michael has you pressed against the wall, with your legs around him as he holds you up, he's kissing your neck, sucking a few lovevites into the soft skin. "Lewis and Dan won't be back for a few hours baby. It's just you and me..."

[whatamievendoingherern]

TALKING TO EXPLOSION BOY (BNHA)

Cat: Lil floof and if you squint, angst

Agender! Reader was nervous about their internship with Thirteen already, but throw in the sparky porcupine? Anxiety maxed out. But surprisingly, he just isn’t as explosive as usual. (Reader has a fire related quirk)

Y/N remembered when they first decided to try out for cross country.

It was the summer before 8th grade when they vowed to make themself into a person they could like. Their sister had given them a ride to the school, they’d retied their sneakers about fifteen times on the way, and they’d practically had a death grip on that poor plastic water bottle.

They’d been so nervous that they refused to get out of the car. They remembered knowing absolutely nobody on the team, feeling so socially inept because they hadn't talked to anybody all summer. It wasn't until their sister reassured them that they finally found themself unlocking the door.

That's what they thought internships were gonna be like.

But rather than the hellish experience their middle school self endured, it was quite different.

They chose to intern with Thirteen to learn how to use their quirk in rescue scenarios. Thirteen, who they’d recently learned went by xe/xyr pronouns, was a pretty nice person, who took their wall of awkwardness and formality into consideration.

Y/N was finally letting the wall drip down a bit, allowing Thirteen to see their real personality. And the acceptance was nice.

That's why they didn't really mind it when Thirteen said xe needed to drop by Best Jeanist's agency. Something to do with the author and plot lines.

So they followed Thirteen through the building, politely smiling at the passersby they happened to make eye contact with. The two stopped at a door in the building, pushing it open, and just like that feeling of finding someone you know in your home town, Y/N felt like they’d been smacked with frying pan.

Bakugo and Y/N made eye contact from both sides of the room, a silence as his hair sprung back to its normal state.

Oof.

If the rest of the Bakusqud were here, Y/N probably would've been able to sneak in a laugh under Mina, Sero, and Kaminari’s cackling, but alas that was not the case. And despite the self destructive ramblings of Y/N’s rather common mental breakdowns, they valued their life.

Best Jeanist sighed as though this weren't the first time this occurred, flicking his comb into his pocket. "Thirteen." He said in greeting. "What brings you here?"

"I just need to do some touch ups on the paperwork for the collab takedown we did last week. Turns out the villains quirk wasn't energy mutation." Xe replied, while Y/N suddenly begun to wish they had Hagakure's quirk instead as Bakugo’s eyes burned into their skull.

"Is that your intern?"

Uh oh.

"Yep," Thirteen said, pushing Y/N forward much to their dismay. "They’ve got quite the quirk."

Best Jeanist hummed in response, having been there in the stadium. He remembered sending them an invite to intern with him after the festival, but he supposed they were searching for something specific.

"You two are in the same class right?" Best Jeanist asked. Y/N stiffened as he acknowledged Bakugo's presence. Without waiting for a response, he carried on, "You two stay here. Thirteen, the reports in my office."

And despite every cell in their body yelling at the two to stay, the door closed behind the two leaving both Bakugo and Y/N in immediate discomfort.

Silence.

Y/N looked around the room at anything and everything except for Bakugo. They spotted a chair, the only other one in the room placed right across from the blonde porcupine.

With an internal groan, they shuffled over to the chair, sitting uncomfortably still as they pulled out their phone. They stared at the screen, pretending to be doing something while attempting to negotiate a ceasefire with the whatever deity above was listening.

Whatever I did to deserve this, I am so sorry. It'll never happen again, bro, just get me tf outta here rn before my soul skrrt skrrts from my body-

Oh no, now their nose was itchy. The temptation was there, but the risk of drawing attention was even greater. Were they gonna sneeze? Were there tissues in here? Jeez did hearts always beat so loudly? And what is up with the whole breathing thing? It sounds like there's gonna be a whole goddamn tornado-

"Hey. Depressed Flambé."

Y/N hesitantly looked up from their screen, wondering if they placed their funeral plans in an obvious enough location. Top left drawer of their dresser, beneath their will. Dang they forgot to write if they wanted red camellias or white camellias. Surely class 1-A would know they were a red camellias type of lad. And they had to change the song from "Thriller" to "E-Girls Are Ruining My Life", ya know, get with the times-

"I know you're avoiding me. Your damn phone isn't even on." Bakugo's brash voice said, and they suddenly felt like dropping an anvil on their head.

Y/N gave a smile that may as well have said, "I've been caught" and tucked the phone into their pockets where their hands could fidget out of view.

Silence.

Depressed Flambé, Y/N pondered.

They hadn't thought they had a nickname, they figured since they had barely interacted with him all year that they were in the clear.

Guess not.

Their thoughts and the room stayed radio silent for a bit before they hesitantly spoke up, "Trying out a new hair style?"

"Mention it to the rest of 1-A and I’ll kill you!" He barked defensively, huffing when he saw them flinch almost unnoticeably. "He won't let me patrol with him until I 'reform my appearance' or some bullshit like that."

Y/N nodded, though they didn't really see much difference. He was intimidating either way, one just made him look a little more idiotic. "Some bullshit sounds about right." Y/N replied, trying to let themself relax.

Bakugo seemed content with their response, and once again the two fell into silence. And just like a hand reaching out, they felt their voice wanting to come out, to keep talking, but maybe he didn't want to. Maybe it'd be better to take the chance and have no regrets later? But what if he just told them to shut up? They probably would never get over that. It was probably best if they-

"How's your internship?" Bakugo asked, clearly uncomfortable with asking the question. He wasn't even making eye contact which was supposed to be Y/N’s thing.

By the author's grace, was this the power of those behind the divine fourth wall?

"It's good!" Y/N said, a little too quickly for their liking.

Stupid social anxiety.

"Um, Thirteen's trying to teach me how to use my quirk in rescues." They added slowing their words, before their voice lowered into a murmur. "I just kind of wish I knew that they don't really teach fighting techniques."

"Well why don't you teach yourself?" He asked.

Why do you have such good hearing, they thought. "I mean I tried a while ago, but I wouldn’t know where to start."

"Is the phone you were using to avoid me just for show or can you actually use it? Just look some up or walk yourself to a library."

OML THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT HE GOT THROUGH A SENTENCE WITHOUT CURSING OR INSULTING ANYBODY IM SO PROUD OF YOU, BRO, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION- "I guess that make sense." Y/N replied, sheepish but surprised.

They really thought it would be like that first day at cross country. Like everyone would be looking at them, judging them, ostracizing them. But it was all their head, just as it was then, just as it was now.

There was a gap of (you guessed it) silence, but this time it was less awkward, more...comfortable.

"It's too bad, Best Jeanist, isn't what you thought he would be." Y/N said.

He hummed in response.

"It seems more like he's trying to change you than train you." They thought aloud.

"It's annoying. I wish he'd finish this damn haircut, so I can skip to the fun part, and kick somebody’s ass."

Y/N snorted audibly. "If it's about getting it to stay, I think I can help."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, which before may have had them thinking they were on his kill list, but now not so much. "You do hair?"

"I mean, I take care of mine almost every morning, and I'm pretty good with gel at this point so why not?" They shrugged.

"Hurry up then, I don't want to have to do this for any longer than I have to."

"Your hair is surprisingly soft."

"Shut up, Flambé!"

"Seriously, what conditioner do you use?"

"I WILL BLOW YOU UP RIGHT NOW!"

•••

"Thanks for stopping by Thirteen, it's been nice." Best Jeanist said, as the two stepped out of his office.

Thirteen replied. "No problem. See you around."

The two turned to the other duo and though neither visibly shown it, the surprise remained present.

"Did you do his hair?" Thirteen asked in mild confusion.

Best Jeanist was past the point of mere confusion, he was borderline baffled. "You fixed it?!"

Y/N tucked away a comb granted by the author, "Magic."

"Are we gonna patrol now or what?" Bakugo asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

Even though it looked borderline evil, Y/N was still pretty proud they made him smile. Even if he looked like he was about commit a homicide.

A/N Feel free to hit me up via anything if you have any requests. Whether it’s headcanons, scenarios, or different pronouns lemme know! I really like writing these and wanna make everybody feel ✨comfy✨💕

[bapyess1r]

Amphetamine

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, substances

I do not own the rights to these lyrics.

CHAPTER 13

Sam’s POV

How you ain't say you was movin' forward?

Honesty hurts when you're gettin' older

I gotta say I'll miss the way you need me, yeah

Why you ain't say you was gettin' bored?

Why you ain't say I was fallin' short?

How’d you lead me out so far away?

I plucked at the strings of my guitar as Talia sang along, her knees tucked close to her as she watched me. Every pleasant note of her voice warranted a satisfied and peaceful smile. She closed her eyes, zoning out with each verse. I played a sour note by accident and she winced, opening one eye to peek at me. I made an oopsie face and she smiled at me. It didn’t phase her and I continued to play.

How could it be? 20 something

All alone still, not a thing in my name

Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love

Only know fear

That's me, Ms. 20 Something

Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love

Wish you were here, oh

We were practicing alone for a while before the band arrived. Dance classes were done for the summer which left us more time to practice. I let a cigarette dangle from my lips, ashing it quickly between breaks in the chords. I missed hearing her sing. Something about her voice was light and soulful and just hit me right where I needed to feel. She sipped her beer lightly through the intervals, immediately stopping the song. “K stop, stop. I wanna try something else.”

“Anything, Princess.” I said, gawking at her shamelessly. A could feel a lopsided smile coming on and she grinned, placing a hand on my cheek. I kissed her hand as she requested a song we’d been practicing for the past week. I immediately slid into the chord progression, puffing my cigarette, no hands. She slickly pulled it from between my lips to take a drag herself, ashing it in the crystal ashtray before us and putting it back between my lips. I smirked at how sexy she looked before being pulled in by her vocals.

I wasn't thinking when I told you to stay

It was just too hard to push you away

You don't know that you're in over your head

I'm afraid I'll pull you over the edge

I need you to go, don't fight me

Even though I wanna hold on tightly

Let me go

But you won't let me go

Too much love can kill

Get swallowed by the wave

No matter how you feel

My love, you are not safe

From me…

As she hit the last note, I felt myself moving towards her. Crashing my lips into hers, I set my guitar aside to bring her into my lap. She threw her arms around my neck as I devoured her plush lips, my hands roaming under her oversized printed sweater. Her fingernails lightly dragged across the skin of my cheek as she bit my lip swollen. I pulled at the collar of her sweater to nip at her neck and trail kisses across her collarbone. She began grinding into me for more friction as I grabbed a handful of her luscious ass. The heat was picking up between us when the doorbell rang, startling the both of us. “Shit.” I swore in annoyance as Talia touched her lips and hopped off of me, fixing her hair with a mischievous smile, a light sound of laughter dripping from her lips as she blushed. I chuckled, shaking my head as I adjusted my boner to answer the door. Standing on my doorstep, arms full of equipment, was the rest of the band. “Hey guys!” I grinned trying to act normal, taking a step back to let them inside.

“Hey man… you good?” Louie asked, carrying in a few drum heads. I picked up a few off the porch and carried them inside as I shot Talia a funny face.

“Yeah man, why wouldn’t I be?” I said catching my breath finally.

“You look a little red in the face.” Jules smirked. I paused trying to come up with an excuse.

“It’s hot outside today.” I made a face to myself knowing that was a lame excuse. It was hot every day and I never complained before. Louie made a goofy face at Talia and back at me.

“Yuh huh. Suuure…” he chuckled.

“I’m surprised we didn’t walk in on y’all…. doin’ the do.” Marcel laughed, nudging me in the side and I forced a laugh as I locked eyes with Talia.

“Who says we didn’t?” Louie added with a perverted chuckled and Talia punched him in the arm. “Ow?! When did you ever punch so hard?”

“I’ve had a very dedicated trainer.” She responded, winking at me.

We set up all our equipment and began to practice. We ran through a few songs we were familiar with, no problem. Then we practiced a few new songs, some that were suited to both mine and Talia’s voices. We sounded pretty damn good if I do say so myself. A lot of “hollerin’” as Talia would say. We belted notes and practically matched each other note for note. Jules called us vocal soulmates. I couldn’t help but smile at her for that. By the end of practice, we were all tired and ready to turn in. I bid my friends goodbye as they disappeared one by one, leaving my sweet baby girl on the couch, scribbling in her notebook. I closed the door with an exaggerated sigh, hoping she’d take the hint that we were finally alone again. I leaned against the pillar and watched her for a moment. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her smooth cocoa legs curled beneath her, the glasses she couldn’t stand to wear resting at the tip of her round nose; the bit of skin she did show glowing in the artificial lighting of my lamps. I took a deep sigh again and she still didn’t look up. I waved my hands in her face, tried talking to her but nothing. So I grabbed the mic on the stand in front of her and stared at her. “BABE!” I shouted suddenly, causing her to jump in fright. With a laugh, I ran to avoid the pillow she threw at me.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” She exclaimed. I rushed to round the couch and she managed to slap my chest again before turning back to her notes. With a chuckle, I rubbed the tension out of her shoulders.

“What cha got there, sweetheart?” I asked softly, digging my fingers into her tight muscles. I looked over her shoulder as she held the notebook up for me to see. It was a list of songs that she thought sounded best for us. “A set list…” I said reading off the titles. Still Ill, Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart, 1999, Amphetamine… “This is good…” I mumbled, reading over the list. A specific song caught my attention and I adjusted my stance. It was one of my solos. “Europa and the Pirate Twins!” I chuckled in embarrassment.

“What?! I like it when you sing that song! I think it’s cute!” She said, pinching my cheek. I didn’t know how to feel.

“Ok but of all the songs…. Europa?”

“Euuurooopa!” She sang the hook and I could feel my ears heating up. I kissed her cheek and headed towards the kitchen.

“So what’s for dinner? I could cook us something or I can order in. Your choice.” I said, scanning the refrigerator for something good only to find a beer. I cracked off the cap and began to sip as Talia walked towards the island. She leaned on the counter, biting her lip anxiously.

“Y’know I have to go home sometime.” She told me with a smirk. She had been over all week since I’d been home. And she had a point but I just couldn’t let her go.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” I said matter of factly. Leaning on the counter across from her, I began to light myself a cigarette. Crossing my arms, I refrained from asking the question until my cig was well lit. “What if…. you just stayed here?” I asked her, nervous about her answer. She stared at me with those big brown eyes and gave a very small smile. She pushed her curly hair behind her ear and fidgeted with her fingers. I grabbed her hand and smoothed my thumb over her knuckles, gently placing a firm kiss over them.

“Are you sure you want that? I have to warn you, I’m a terrible roommate.” She chuckled. I didn’t care. I just wanted her presence around me.

“I think I can handle it.” I smiled, shyly.

“Can I ask why all of a sudden?” She said. She looked a little nervous herself.

“I… had a revelation while I was on the job. There was this brief moment when I thought I wasn’t gonna make it back to you. And when I made it out, I knew I had to keep you as close as possible…” I responded truthfully. I didn’t always open up to people about my feelings but when it came to Talia I just couldn’t help it. She made it so easy for me to talk to her about those things.

“I wanna leave knowing that you’ll be here…. yknow? Physically here, safe, okay… I wanna look out for you.” I said, rounding the counter to place my hands on her face like she was a snowflake that could melt away at any minute. She placed her small but warm hands over mine and grinned at me.

“You act like I won’t be safe across the street with an entire family.” She chuckled, shaking her head. Swept up in the moment, I pulled her close.

“I also wanna be able to do this when I get home…” I mumbled before kissing her gently and passionately. I could feel her smile against my lips as I moaned into her mouth, my hand at the back of her neck to keep her at an angle. She threw her arms around my neck and jumped up. I caught her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked her to my bed.

I laid her down, hovering over her, and kissed her down her neck as she clawed at my back under my thin grey shirt which prompted me to take it off. I looked into her brown eyes and I could tell she was beginning to understand me without so many words. I pulled her bra strap down her shoulder and kissed it softly as I placed more kisses across her chest and nibbled at her collarbone. Her skin was soft and flawless except for the marks I had left. She began licking trails on my neck as she grinded her body against me and let her hands roam my chest. After stripping her of her sweater, she began leaving kisses down my chest and bit my nipple slightly. She might’ve earned a small moan from me. I slipped my hand down her shorts and began to finger her in a painfully slow manner. She whined and threw her head back in pleasure before a growl escaped her lips. I shuddered as she managed to flip me on my back with a slight tug of my hair. I let out a surprised gasp, I fell back breathlessly. Her strength had grown since I last sparred with her and I freaked out a bit because I had just lost control of my own sexual journey. But her gentle touch as she ghosted her fingertips over my abdomen quickly eased me into her brief moment of domination. She undid the buckle of my jeans quickly and we tossed them and my boxers away, her shorts and panties going with them. My length was standing straight up for her. I was at a loss for words. “I’ve never heard you so quiet, baby.” She commented with a devious smirk. I stared at her posed naked body as she spoke. I began to part my lips in response but almost as if she couldn’t wait much longer, she slid herself down on me. I let out a long groan as I hit that spot for her. It was like her spot was my spot. She rubbed her hands on my chest to anchor herself as she rode me like a slow horse.

“Ooohhh fuck, Princess…” spilled from my lips as she used me, my grip on her waist getting tighter as I bucked my hips for more friction. It was ridiculously pleasurable to be honest. When she picked up speed, neither of us lasted very long either. Between being aroused by her and my own surprising reactions brought us both to climax very quickly. Out of breath, she slid off me and curled up into my side, running a finger through the hairs on my chest laxly. I stroked the soft skin of her arm and bopped her nose before kissing it. “So… I’m guessing the answer to my question-”

“Is hell yes.” She said crashing her lips into mine and a smile melted into both of our mouths.

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In the name of love

Ok. So. Been writing Pitch Perfect fanfic lately, cuz why not right? This is my latest little bit. If you'd like to read the rest, please visit my AO3. Link at the bottom.

Beca watched as Chicago dipped and kissed Chloe. She cringed by instinct. She honestly couldn't help it. But she schooled her face within seconds.

Theo began talking and Beca was extremely grateful for that. She needed the distraction. Just for a bit. It always takes her a bit to cool off. She's been through this many times with Chloe. Here we go again. Maybe this time it will stick. Maybe this time Chloe will finally be happy.

Later that night Beca happened to be in the hotel lobby. Well not happened to be. She was purposely in the lobby. She was waiting for Captain America to leave Chloe for the night. She finally caught sight of him exiting the elevator with a goofy grin on his face. Beca sighed. Suck it up, Mitchell. This is your choice.

"Hey, Chicago!" Beca yelled and waited for him to spot her. Once he did, he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Beca? What are you doing down here? Chloe was looking for you." He said as he walked to her.

Beca chuckled. "Yeah, I just figured I'd give you guys some privacy. Take a seat. These hotel lobbies don't have comfy couches for nothing."

Chicago sat and gave Beca a sly look. "Is this the best friend talk? Should I be shaking?"

Beca chuckled. "Something like that. But am I going to threaten physical violence? No. But I do want to talk."

"Ok. Let's talk." Chicago smiled.

She sure does pick the lookers. Beca sighed and shook our her shoulders. Once she was hyped enough she dove right in. "So. I know you guys haven't known each other long. But. Are you planning on turning this into something? Or is this just a tour thing?"

"Well. I mean, I hope it can turn into something? She's super sweet. Definitely the girl next door type. I hope we can work something out."

Beca nodded. "Well I'm glad you're honest. Most guys just say shit like 'absolutely!' Without giving it any real thought. So. The Army? Is that like a lifelong commitment thing for you?"

"Uh. Actually. I joined the guard to pay for college. I have another year left before I can call it quits. I don't plan on reupping. My plan is to return to the states and finish out the year with my unit and then find a place to settle down and call home."

Beca nodded. This might actually work. "So what do you plan on doing after your contract is up?"

Chicago fidgeted. "Well. I went to college for computer engineering. So I hope I can put that degree to good use."

Beca smiled. He'll be home. That's good. "Cool. So here's the deal. You seem nice. And genuine. I like that. Obviously Chloe is attracted to you so that's a plus. I'm going to give you a few pointers. To help you get things rolling. If in a year, and you still are with her and have held up to your word, you can ask me for more. I won't give you more until I know you're serious. Got it?"

Chicago nodded vigorously.

"Good." Beca sighed. "Ok. Take notes."

"Do you mind if I record this? I'm terrible at notes. I recorded all the lectures in college. So much easier."

Beca chuckled. Well at least he's taking this seriously. "Sure. Go right ahead." Beca waited for him to pull out his phone and start the voice recorder. She cleared her throat once he was ready. "Ok. So. First things first. Do not, and I repeat, do NOT take her on a date to dinner and a movie. That is so lame. If anything, at least go to the movie first and then dinner, so you have something to talk about. Always wear your seat belt. I know it seems insignificant, but her cousin was thrown out of her car when they were teenagers. Luckily she lived, but it kinda scarred Chloe. If you're going to buy her flowers, buy stargazers. They're her favorite. And don't buy them when y'all argue. It makes her feel like you're trying to placate her with pretty things. And the last thing I'm going to tell you for now, text her. Each morning and each night. It doesn't have to be a book each time. A simple good morning and goodnight will suffice. She just wants to know she's being thought of. That she's important."

Beca stood as if to leave but Chicago grabbed her wrist gently to stop her. Beca looked down at him to see his brow furrowed again. She raised hers as if to ask what?

"Not that I'm not grateful, but why are you telling me this? And where are the threats?"

Beca chuckled. "I'm telling you this because I want her to be happy. I'm not gonna sit around and watch you fumble through it until you can figure it out on your own. She deserves to be happy from the start. Not five years down the road when you finally remember how she likes her coffee. And the threats will come in a year if you're still together. No point in threatening you now when you aren't really invested yet now is there?"

Chicago chuckled. "Well. This is the weirdest best friend speech I've ever received. But. She was right about you. You are pretty great. Thanks, Beca."

Beca nodded and walked away.

XXXX

A year later.

Beca was sitting on Stacie's couch with Bella on her lap. All of the Bellas were coming over to celebrate her first birthday. It will be the first time they've all been together since the tour. It will also be the first time Beca has had the chance to slow down. Her career was new, so therefore fragile. She had to work her ass off to make sure she was taken seriously at the label. Yes she was an artist, but she was also a producer and still had to prove herself in that aspect. They refused to let her have total control over her own album. She was too new to the scene. She didn't mind. She knew she was going to have to prove herself. But it did take up a lot of her time.

She arrived at Stacie's two days ago, and slept through most of it. She was exhausted when she arrived. But now that she's gotten plenty of rest, she's able to enjoy being around Bella and Stacie while they wait for the others to arrive.

"So what's the deal, DJ? You showed up looking like a zombie. Don't get me wrong, a hot zombie, but a zombie nonetheless."

Beca laughed as Bella slobbered on her hand. Apparently babies like to chew on other's hands, not just their own. "It's been crazy, Stace. These last two days have been the most sleep I've gotten in a while. Most nights I don't even make it home. I end up just passing out in my chair."

"That can't be healthy, Beca. I mean I get it. You want to make it. But there has to be a limit."

Beca chuckled. "Yeah. There is a limit. But I haven't reached it yet. This is my dream. Like. My mega dream. The one most people never even get even a tiny glimpse of. I could slow down, but that won't get me where I want to be. I want to make music that connects with people. I want to have a song that saves someone's life one day. I want to release the track that stops the little girl from jumping. I want to be blared in the boy's headphones who's laying in bed at night wondering what he did wrong. I'm not going to get there by working right hour days." Beca looked back at the baby on her lap and cooed.

Stacie blinked. She was in a daze. "That is probably the most noble reason for ever wanting to be famous."

Beca chuckled. "I don't want to be famous, Stace, just make important music. I want the music to be famous, I guess."

Stacie hummed. "Well. Just take care of yourself. I barely see you and we live five miles away from each other."

Beca sighed. "I know. That's why I text you guys all the time. I don't want to miss out on everything. I'd rather be updated by phone than not at all, you know?"

Stacie smiled. "Yeah, I know." And she really did. No one asked about their lives as much as Beca. The group chat stayed alive because of Beca. That surprised Stacie for the longest time, but now she understood. "You're kinda a softie, you know that, Mitchell?"

"Shhhhh!" Beca was wide eyed and staring at Stacie.

That startled Stacie. "What?" She said, wide eyed as well. Looking around d for an intruder or something. "What happened?"

"Someone could hear you! You'll ruin my rep!" Beca stage whispered as seriously as she could.

Stacie rolled her eyes and hit Beca with a pillow making sure not to hit Bella. "God. You scared me you idiot."

Beca chuckled. "Beca's fine. I haven't went by God for a long time."

Stacie shoved her again. "What am I gonna do with you? You're insufferable."

"Well you know what they say." Beca wiggled her eyebrows.

Stacie furrowed hers. "No." She shook her head. "What?"

"Insufferable in the streets, killer in the sheets!" Beca cackled at her own joke so hard that Bella started laughing too, even though she obviously had no idea what she said.

Stacie threw her head back into the cushion of the couch and put her hand over her eyes. "Oh, my God." Stacie sighed, exasperated. "My friends are morons." The smile she was sporting was proof of nothing. "She looked back at Beca. "Give me my child. You're going to corrupt her."

Beca snorted. "Oh please. Have you met you?"

"Touche!" Stacie said. There was then a knock on her door so she looked at Beca and took a deep breath. "Well. Here we go. You ready, DJ?"

Beca smiled. "You know it."

Xxxx

The party was in full swing. Stacie had also invited some of her mom friends from the gym. Not that it really mattered. One year olds don't really play with each other. This was really just more of a chance to be around friends and get free clothes. She's a single mom. Come on.

Stacie was walking around and mingling. It had been so long since she had any real adult time. Beca had Bella almost the whole time so she really didn't have to keep much of an eye out.

Stacie was about to go to the bathroom when she heard talking coming from the room Beca had stayed in the last two nights. The door was cracked so she peaked in and saw Beca sitting on the bed with Bella as Chloe's boyfriend, Chicago, sat in the chair in the room. She got super confused and almost burst in thinking something was wrong, but decided she'd listen for a minute.

Xxxx

Beca had been asked by Chicago if they could talk. She had Bella and didn't want to turn any heads so instead of finding Stacie she just took her with her and Chicago to the spare bedroom.

"What's up?" Beca said as she bounced Bella on the bed.

"Well." Chicago cleared his throat. "I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Uh. I mean. I've been out for a month now. And as you know, Chloe and I have been together since the tour. I know you said you'd give me a year. And I want you to know that I am serious about her. But we just recently got to start spending a lot of time together since I was able to move to New York. She. Uh. She's pretty special. And I want to make her happy. And I'm man enough to know when to ask for help. I think she loves me. She hasn't said it though. But I feel like she's holding back. And I don't really know what I'm doing wrong."

Beca smiled sadly. Suck it up, Mitchell. IIt's your choice. "You're not doing anything wrong, dude. She's a complex creature." Beca chuckled.

"Has. Uh. Has she talked about me to you? You know, like, do you know how she feels? You're her best friend and I know y'all talk all the time."

"Oh, no. Nuh uh." Beca shook her head vigorously. "I'll help you, just like I said I would, but I won't disclose what she says to me. She trusts me and I trust her. I won't break that. Not for anyone."

"Shit. Yeah. Sorry. You're right. I'm just. I guess I'm just worried. IIt's like she holding out for someone better? Or more? I don't know."

Beca sighed. "Look, dude, y'all have only been together for a year. And most of that time y'all didn't even live in the same state. Give her time."

Chicago smiled. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. She's just so great."

Beca chuckled. "Of course she is. She's Chloe Beale. She's amazing." Beca cursed herself as she saw the confusion cross Chicago's face but he cleared it quickly.

"Anyway." He said and pulled out his phone to record this.

"Yeah. Anyways. So like I said a year ago, if you stick around, I'll help you. You held up your end, so I'll hold up mine. Chloe needs you to be present. Not just there next to her, but even when you're talking on the phone. If you're not going to listen to what she's saying, there's no point in being on the phone with her. Make time for her. Even if you see each other every day, make sure you set a day, at least every two weeks, that's just for her. No social media. The least amount of calls as possible. It doesn't matter if you take her to the zoo or just spend the day cuddling. Though to be honest, she'd probably like staying in bed and cuddling and watching Netflix more. Do you know how she takes her coffee?"

Chicago shook his head no.

Beca sighed. Calm down. You figured he wouldn't. That's why you asked. Don't be a dick. "She takes her coffee half with enough creamer to make it almost look like milk. She likes the powdered creamer. French vanilla. No sugar needed since the creamer has it in it. If she ever asks if she looks fat in something, don't try and be cute. That's literally the only time you're allowed to tell her she's being ridiculous. If she's had a bad day at work, don't try and fix it. You can't make it better she just wants you to listen. And then after she's done venting, put on some music and sit and cuddle for a bit. At least once a week, surprise her by pulling her into a slow dance with you. Even if there's no music. Trust me. She's singing something in her head anyways. Make sure it's not the same day of the week every week. You don't want her to be expecting it. Make sure there is always a spray can of whip cream in the fridge. She says she doesn't like it, but when she's stressed you'll hear her in the middle of the night eating it on the couch. I think she likes the fact that it makes noise. And never, EVER, try to have sex with her while you're drunk. I'm sure she'll tell you some day, but until then, don't ask."

"Is. Um." Chicago cleared his throat. "Is that it?"

Beca put on her hardest glare. She saw Chicago gulp and smirked inside. "No. I promised you one more thing."

"And what's that?"

"The threats. I need you to listen and listen well, Walp. I may be small so I know I can't kick your ass, so I won't threaten that. But if you're an asshole to her. If you're mentally or physically abusive I will have you killed."

Chicago chuckled but sobered right up when Beca kept glaring.

"I've never been more serious about anything in my life, Chicago. I don't mean you can't fight. Everyone fights. She will cry and be upset, but do not try and beat her down physically or emotionally. I do not care if I get caught. I do not care if I go to prison. I will hire someone who would be more than willing to cut your fucking dick off and shove it down your throat. And considering the route my career is taking, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to afford it. Chloe Beale deserves happiness. I do not doubt that you can provide that for her, but if you start to feel like she isn't worth it or some bullshit like that, then you need to leave civilly. Do not be the ass hole that tears her down before you leave, because if you try and break her, I will not rest until you are dead."

"Um." Chicago stopped the recording. "Yeah. Uh. I don't think I've ever had a best friend speech like that. I can, uh, honestly say I believe you."

Beca nodded and returned to cordial face she keeps around Chicago. "Good. Then that is that. Now. In another year, if you're still around, if you want to marry her, feel free to give me a call or something. I'd be happy to help you pull it off. Good luck, dude."

Xxxx

Stacie stepped away from the door so that Chicago could leave. As soon as he was gone she stepped into the room. Beca had tears in her eyes as she talked to Bella. "She deserves the best, huh Bella?"

"So why aren't you giving it to her?" Stacie said as she leaned against the wall.

"Jesus, Stacie!" Beca jumped. Bella giggled. "How long have you been here?"

"Here as in right here? Or here as in able to hear the conversation you just had?" Beca gave her the look. "Fine. I heard the whole thing. You ever gonna tell her you're in love with her?"

Beca sighed. "I'm not talking about this, Stacie."

"The hell you're not." Stacie turned back to the door and hollered into the hall. "Chloe!"

"Stacie, no! I'm so fucking serious right now!" Beca whisper yelled.

Chloe came bouncing into the room. "Hey! What's up guys?"

"Absolutely nothing!" Beca pushed out, glaring at Stacie.

"Nothing, Chlo. Could you just take Bella for a bit? I need to talk to Beca." Stacie said as she took Bella from the fuming girl.

"Sure! Come here you little cutie!" Chloe cooed as she took the baby. "Oh. B T Dubs. Most everyone has left already. Just some of the girls still here." She turned and left the room.

Stacie closed the door and turned back to the glaring woman child on the bed. "So. Spill."

Beca, glaring still, started to get red in the face. She was really trying not to blow up on her, but this really wasn't any of her businesses. "Stacie. I'm asking you, as my friend, please drop this. There is nothing to discuss."

Stacie sighed. She didn't want to push too hard, but she knew there was something. She could feel it coming off the shorter girl in spades. But Beca has always been a little closed off. She knew Beca was into Chloe. Pretty much everyone had a bet going on as to when Beca would finally blow up and confess, but it's been years and she's yet to say anything. She's been the dutiful best friend for Chloe. Supported her relationships. Smiled when Chloe was happy with someone else. Stacie just didn't know why. Why would someone put themselves through that? Especially since everyone can see that Chloe likes Beca too. "Beca. You know she wants you too. What are you scared of?"

Beca huffed and shot up from the bed. "I'm not an idiot, Stacie. Of course I know. I'd have to be blind not to see it. I'm not scared that she'd reject me." Beca went to walk passed Stacie to get to the door, but Stacie grabbed her wrist. "Stacie. I have my reasons. And just because you don't know them, doesn't mean they're not valid. Drop it." She ripped her wrist away and walked out of the room.

As Stacie walked back into the living room, she saw Beca snuggled up into Chloe's side as Chloe held Bella and tried to make her play patty cake. The shine in Beca's eye as she watched Chloe sealed the deal for Stacie. She knew then and there for a fact that Beca is in love with Chloe. Oh, Bec. Why are you doing this to yourself?

XXXX

Two years later.

Beca was sitting in her in home studio when she saw a scrawny toddler run into the room. "Bella Bella Bella. What are you doing here? Where's your mama?"

"Her mama is right here." Stacie said, out of breath as she came into the room. "I go to the gym every damn day and I still can't keep up with her. How the hell do you do it?"

Beca chuckled and was about to answer when the tiny girl interrupted.

"Bec Bec! I miss you! You been gone so long!" Bella said as she jumped into Beca's lap.

Beca laughed and hugged the girl tight. "I know, sweetie." She kissed the girl on top of her head. "But I'm back for a while. What do you think about keeping me and R'Kai company while your mom has a spa day?" As Beca said this she was looking directly at Stacie.

Stacie squealed. "Yes! Oh, my god. Beca! I knew there was a reason I kept you around! I seriously need a mom day. Also, maybe a night?"

Beca chuckled. "Sure, Stace. She can stay the night. Just text me and let me know when the coast is clear, yeah?" Beca knew what Stacie meant. Stacie wanted to get laid. Period. No telling how long it's been. The hunter hasn't been able to prowl like he could in college.

Stacie winked. "You got it, DJ." Stacie swooped Bella up from Beca. "Ok, lil bit, you're gonna stay the night with Bec Bec. Ok?"

Bella nodded in the affirmative vigorously.

Stacie chuckled. "Ok. Good. So. While I'm still here, why don't you go make sure you have clothes here. I know for a fact you will destroy at least 2 sets of clothes by staying one night with Bec Bec. I don't know how you both get so dirty."

"Ok mama. I be quick so you can have mama time." Bella squirmed out of Stacie's arms.

Stacie chuckled as she watched Bella run down the hall.

"You know you have approximately two minutes before you have to go find her before she burns my house down, right?" Beca asked.

Stacie looked at Beca with a sly smile. "Yeah, but you have plenty of house. She wouldn't get it all down." Beca laughed. "Besides. I wanted the two minute reprieve to tell you that I missed you and I'm so glad that your tour is over. Are you still planning on taking a break?"

"From my own stuff? Yes. From producing for other people? No. I'm working on Halsey's next album and that's going to take up most of my time. You know how she is."

"Well. At least you'll be home. Remember. Don't work yourself to death." Stacie gave a stern look.

Beca laughed. "Stace I haven't had to work like that in over a year. My Grammys give me plenty of leverage. I'm not going to be a zombie again. But you know how it is in this business. If you're not working, then you're irrelevant. You pretty much have to prove yourself all over again."

"I just worry, ya know? I mean, yeah you've gotten better, but you've missed so much. I mean I get it, but don't you want to settle down? You're never going to find someone if you never slow down enough to fall."

Beca sighed. "I'm not looking to fall, Stace. You know this. Now let's go get that munchkin before she puts lipstick on R'Kai. That dog loves that girl and let's her do anything."

Stacie laughed as she walked towards Bella's room. "Well if you didn't spoil the girl so much. You gave her her own room! I don't even have a room! And you can't call R'Kai a dog. That's like calling a tiger a cat."

"Well a tiger is a cat." Beca smirked as she went into Bella's room. "And Bella has her own room because she's too adorable to say no to. You could really learn a thing or two from her pout."

Stacie swooped Bella up and blew raspberries on her tummy. "Your Bec Bec spoils you too much, don't you think?"

Bella shook her head no. And laughed.

Stacie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Of course you don't. You find clothes?"

"Yes, mama! And look! I look like Bec Bec now!" Bella showed off her mini leather jacket she found on her bed.

Stacie hadn't noticed at first. "Beca. You did not buy my daughter leather!"

Beca scoffed. "Of course not. It's faux. Chloe would kill me."

"Speaking of Chloe." Stacie said as she sat Bella down. "Did you talk to her yesterday? "

"Of course I did. I called her from the plane yesterday. Her and Chicago celebrated her birthday at a rave. She seriously has some weird kink with glow sticks." Beca laughed.

"How are they doing? She doesn't really tell me much." Stacie asked.

"Don't start, Stace. I know what you're doing."

Stacie put her hands up in surrender. "Hey. I'm just trying to look out for my bestie."

Beca sighed. "They're doin great, Stace. He treats her so great. I hope he gets his head out of his ass soon and proposes. IIt's been three years! What is he waiting for?!"

"No you don't." Stacie mumbled. Beca heard though because Stacie saw her go rigid. But instead of saying anything about it, Beca just began playing with Bella.

"Go have a good time, Stace. I got this."

Xxxx

Beca woke up early the next morning to a giggling toddler on her chest. "Good lord, child. Too much energy for the morning."

"Bec Bec! Auntie Chlo is here!"

Beca's eyes snapped open at that. "What?"

"Hey sleepy head." Chloe said from the bedroom door. "Want some coffee?"

Beca sat up as Bella toppled to the bed. She rubbed her eyes to clear the sleep out. "Sure. And you know. I gave you that key for emergencies. What if I had been nude."

"Wouldn't have been the first time." Chloe winked.

Beca laughed and shook her head.

Xxxx

Beca and Chloe sat at the island in the giant kitchen as Bella colored on the floor with R'Kai by her side.

"So, Chlo. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I. Uh." Chloe cleared her throat. "I have some news."

"Oh?" Beca arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So. Chicago proposed."

"Chloe!" Beca squealed. "Chloe that's so great!" Beca saw the hurt flash across Chloe's face but she ignored it as she always did.

"Well. I haven't said yes, yet."

"What?" Beca feigned ignorance. "Chloe, why not? That's crazy. You guys are crazy about each other."

Chloe sighed. "Yeah. I guess I just wanted your opinion. You're my best friend. I can count on you to tell me the truth. But I guess you answered my question."

"I think if you love him, Chlo, and you see a future with him, then you should marry him. If he makes you happy, then you should marry him."

Chloe nodded as tears filled her eyes. "Yeah" she put on her best smile. "Yeah, you're right. He does make me happy. So happy. He's great."

Xxxx

Beca watched through the window as Chloe paced outside on her front porch. She was on the phone but Beca could only speculate on who it was with. She assumed Chicago. Chloe opened the front door as soon as she was off the phone.

"Hey. Bec?"

"Yeah. Chlo?"

"I'm gonna head back to the hotel, but I'm in town for a couple more weeks. Can we have lunch tomorrow?"

"Sure. I'm not going into the studio for a few more days so just let me know where and when."

Chloe smiled. "Will do! See you later!" Chloe leant down and kissed Bella's head. "Bye sweetie!"

"Bye Auntie Chlo!"

Beca watched her angel walk away. You'd think it'd hurt less after all this time. It didn't. Suck it up, Mitchell. This is your choice.

"Ok cutie patootie. Let's get you home to your mama!" Beca swooped the toddler up and got them ready to go.

Xxxx

Two weeks later.

Beca was sitting in her home studio working on Halsey's album when the red light came on at her deck. That meant someone was at her front door. She sighed and made her way over. She wasn't sure who would be there but it better be good if they're interrupting her work. She swung the door open.

"Walp? What are you doing here?"

Chicago cleared his throat. "Uh. Hey Beca. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Beca stepped out of the way to let him in and then led him to the living room. "So. What can I do for you."

"Well." He said as he sat down. "I came to talk. I know Chloe came here a couple of weeks ago. And I know she asked for your opinion. And i wanted to say thank you. Also. I wanted to ask. Are you in love with Chloe?"

Xxxx

A year later. Beca sat in a room full of family and friends of Chloe and Chicago. The ceremony was beautiful. Mr. And Mrs. Walp were having their first dance and it was perfect, of course. Stacie laid her hand on Beca's shoulder.

"How's the maid of honor holding up?" Stacie asked.

Beca looked at Stacie and smiled. "I'm good, Stace." Beca place her hand on Stacie's. "Thanks for asking."

"Of course." Stacie smiled back.

After a while, everyone was mingling and dancing. Chloe decided to take the time to ask the question that's been burning in her mind all night. "Hey, Bec?"

"Yeah?" Beca spun around to look at her.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Of course!"

Chloe pulled her off to the side. "So. Were you ever going to tell me that you and Stacie are together?"

"What? Who told you?" Beca asked.

"You just did." Chloe smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Shit. Well. Uh. Well. I mean. We're not actually together. I mean. We've been sleeping together, but it's casual. We're both pretty busy, ya know?" Beca fidgeted.

"Wow. Well. I wasn't expecting that." Chloe chuckled. "Well I better get back. Can't leave the new groom alone for too long."

"For sure! Go go. Have a great time, Chlo. This is all for you." Beca pulled her into a hug. She heard Chloe take a deep breath but didn't say anything.

Beca watched as Chloe walked away with a fake smile on her face. She felt guilt until Chloe's eyes met Chicago's. The fake smile turned genuine in a heartbeat. Beca let out a sigh of relief. Beca felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You good, DJ?"

"Yeah." Beca turned back around to face Stacie. "I'm good. You ready to head out? I doubt the happy couple is going to be leaving that dance floor any time soon and Bella's sitter can only stay until eleven."

Stacie nodded and smiled. "Yeah. Let's go get our girl."

Xxxx

Three days later.

Chloe was searching the hotel up and down for her phone. She lost her damn phone on her honeymoon. How dumb is that? "Hey, babe?" Chloe yelled. Chicago was in the shower. "Have you seen my phone?"

She heard Chicago holler back from the bathroom. "No but you can use mine to call it. It's on the nightstand."

"Great! Thanks babe!"

Chloe swooped up his phone and started calling hers. No luck she didn't hear anything. "Fuck." She mumbled.

Chloe laid on the bed and started playing on Chicago's phone. She was bored and he wasn't exactly known for his quick showers.

Needless to say. She found his cloud. Which held files named Beca. Of course she clicked on them.

Chloe sat with a look of confusion as she listened to the second file. What in the world? Of course she didn't hear Chicago come out of the bathroom.

"You should listen to the last one."

Chloe jumped and looked up at Chicago. Her brows furrowed. "What is this?"

"Just listen to the last one. She didn't know I recorded it. It was after you went and asked her if you should marry me."

Chloe listened.

Xxxxx

"Are you in love with Chloe?"

Beca went rigid. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't have to lie, Beca. I'm not going to be mad. I can't blame you if you are. IIt's more work to not be in live with her."

Beca slumped down on the couch. She was so tired of hiding. The only one who knew the truth was Stacie. Maybe if Chicago knew, he'd convince Chloe not to make Beca the maid of honor. Highly unlikely, but still. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm in love with her. Always have been." Beca held eye contact. "But it doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything and it never will. I promise you."

Chicago shook his head. "I don't understand. Why did you help me? I mean, I'd understand if you had lied about anything. Tried to get me out of her life. But you didn't. I don't get it."

"I never lied because I want her to be happy. That's all I want for her. Ever. Just her happiness."

"But. I mean. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but you never tried to be that for her? Why? I know she's attracted to you. Hell, she loves you. All you'd have to do is say the word and she'd drop me in an instant."

Beca shook her head. "You don't get it."

"Then explain it to me Beca, because I may not know you like the Bella's do, but I know you love her. I have to know, before we go through with this. That you aren't just going to swoop in and take her from me."

Beca sighed. She could understand that. "Chicago, I promise you. That won't happen. Ever. And you're right. I do want her. And she may or may not still want me. But it's not about what we want. It's about what she needs. She needs someone who can be there to hold her at night. She needs someone who doesn't hole themselves up for sixteen hours a day for months at a time. She needs someone who isn't gone on the road for months at a time. She needs someone who can give her their whole heart. And I can't do that for her. I know it sounds dumb. Trust me. I know. But music is my first love. I know myself well enough to know that I would break her. I would put my music first too many times. I'd make her think she's not good enough. I'd make her feel insignificant. Which is the farthest thing from the truth. She's light, and love, and sunshine on a rainy day. She's a warm embrace on a chilly night. She's the best kind of person that there can be. And I won't be the cause of ruining that." Beca wiped a tear from her eye and looked at Chicago. She could tell he was holding back his tears. He really is a good guy

"You love her, Chicago. And she does love you. Don't doubt that because of me. So let me help you one last time. When she tells you that she's in love with me, don't be mad at her. Because Chloe Beale has enough heart to be in love with you too. She won't hurt you. And I would never hurt her by asking her to. When she says she wants to see me, don't get jealous. Nothing will ever happen between us. And even though I'm in love with her, she's still my best friend. And I am hers. I will never try and turn her against you. When you have kids, and she wants me in their lives, don't yell at her. I will never try to replace you and I will love them like my own and make sure they're happy, too. When she asks if she can fly out to see one of my shows, don't be mad. Because before anything else, she's my best friend and only wants to support me. She will never try anything with me, Chicago, so please. Don't ever doubt her. And when she's old and grey and wants to know if you guys can move next to me. Just know it's because she wants to sit on the porch with me and yell at kids who are passing by."

Chicago stood and pulled Beca up into a hug. She began to sob on his shoulder. "You're a great person, Beca." He whispered in her ear. "And an even better friend. She's lucky to have you. And I'm lucky you're her best friend."

Beca sniffled and shoved his shoulder. "Alright Captain America. Get out of here. I'm done being mushy. You better not tell anyone you saw me cry."

"I didn't see a thing!" Chicago smiled.

Beca chuckled. "Yeah. That's right! Later, dude."

"See ya, Beca."

Xxxx

"Are you mad?" Chicago asked.

Chloe looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. "No. No, I'm not mad. But. Um. When we get back. I think I need to talk with Stacie."

"Stacie? Why?"

"Because I think she's what Beca needs too."