#ofc everyone stared at them like they were nuts

[shootinwebs]

per my last email, headcanon that cherri and angel met at an abortion clinic dhdjfjjdjf

[yanderes-galore]

i love the way you write yandere mettaton and yandere mettaton fans have been starved for new writings (maybe idk) may i request yandere-daze prompts 8, 11, and maybe 2? i feel like it makes sense idk potential plot: after showing you off to the world as mettaton usually does, a fan gets a lil too close for comfort (could be a friend or a random monster/human) and mettaton has no choice BUT to take action, and poor darling takes it harshly, before eventually getting dragged off somewhere else where mettaton an darling can have a moment of peace. ofc, not without a fight. ya you can use the plot if you want or go nuts, i'll be happy either way /pos

I can try, sure :) Hope I get the vibe of clingy Mettaton right.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Mettaton Prompts 8, 11, 2

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

"You think I’m a monster? You’re the one that made me like this!”

“Please pay attention to me!”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Isolation, Controlling behavior, Implied abuse of power, Heavily manipulative behavior, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship implied.

Ever since monsters returned to the surface, Mettaton has been putting on shows for monsters and humans alike. Of course, he hasn't done it alone. He has you, his beloved co-star, right by his side on every performance.

Many knew you two as a duo, be it on talk shows or concerts. You two were closely linked and had fans of all sorts. There was just one rule when it came to you.

Don't touch.

Mettaton took such a rule seriously. Others could look, talk, and admire you. However... only Mettaton could hold you. This was a rule Mettaton often enforced during shows.

You can look... but you can't touch.

Mettaton adored you during the performances you both shared. He's easily jealous, sure, but in the end he knows you belong to him. At least... he thought that.

Mettaton's eye nearly twitched when he saw you speaking with a fan. His glowing eyes stare as you smile and laugh with them. He tells himself you're just being polite.

Anything for the fans, right?

Perhaps you know them! Yes, they must just be a friend.... He can allow friends, can't he? Why is he still so irritated?

Then he sees you hug them....

No. Touching.

"Sorry, Darlings!" The robot coos, stepping over to you and scooping you against his waist. "Me and my little co-star have to go! It was wonderful to see you!"

It's then Mettaton escorts you away from the large crowd. He keeps you close to him, metallic hands gripping you tightly. You struggle to keep up with him, the star not answering until he pulls you into the dressing room.

"Darling..." Mettaton coos, glowing eyes glaring down at you. "What was THAT?"

"I was greeting someone I knew? They were congratulating me for becoming famous!" You shoot back, Mettaton grimacing in response.

"Whatever happened to our rule? No one touches you but me! No exceptions." Mettaton huffs, the sound coming out like air from a vent. "After all, then everyone would ask to touch you... and I hate sharing."

"You're getting angry over nothing." You try to reason, but Mettaton refuses to listen.

"Nothing? Then surely it shouldn't be hard to cut that person off, no?" Mettaton seethes. "Surely you can do that for me?"

"You don't get to control me because we work with each other." You frown, Mettaton's eyes twitching in irritation. "They're a friend!"

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Darling!” Mettaton sighs, strolling over to you. "Cut them off... or I'll do it for you."

"What is wrong with you!?" You fight back. "I thought you were just protective... but this is something else entirely."

"What's wrong, Darling?" Mettaton hums, seeing you back away from him. "Scared of me?"

You wouldn't want to admit it, but in this moment you agree. You are scared of him. You're scared of him because he's not usually this... Jealous? Possessive?

"You think I’m a monster?" Mettaton chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as he corners you near a wall. His gaze turns a dull pink before he leans closer. "You’re the one that made me like this!”

Mettaton watches you as you shudder. You stare up at him with fear in your eyes. The sight makes Mettaton hesitate... but he can't deny the fact he feels excited.

"Now, don't look away from me..." Mettaton whispers, watching you try to avoid eye contact once he leans in. "You know I want your attention more than anything else, right?"

Mettaton frowns when he watches you shake. His metal fingers caress your face softly. It's an attempt to comfort you... yet also to steal back your attention.

"Aww, baby, I'm sorry..." Mettaton hums, "You just make me so jealous sometimes... Please pay attention to me, Darling!”

You try your best to reason, but it seems you can't with the delusional robot. Before anything else happens, thankfully, you're interrupted. The door knocks and Mettaton shoots up in shock.

"Y-You two okay in t-there?" Alphys calls through the door. You sigh in relief as Mettaton looks upset he was interrupted. With an irritated noise, Mettaton answers.

"Of course, dear! We'll be out now~!" Mettaton answers in a cheery tone, dragging you once again to follow him outside.

You're lucky you were interrupted when you were...

Who knows what he had planned if Alphys wasn't worried.

[merlucide]

Satoru Gojo random HCs

notes: Yeesh idk if this is good or not😬

words: 651

warnings: suggestive content, curse words

((Reader has boobs(ignore if you don’t)) —————————————————————

gojo as boyfriend/husband is one hell of a ride.

He’s constantly teasing you whenever

wherever. He love’s annoying you and how

annoyed you get. He 100% does it in public

too. Gojo already drives everyone nuts and

they all feel bad for you having to deal with it

24/7.

He’s also super handsy- but we already knew

that. He always keeps his hand around your

waist when in public(or home ofc).loves

holding you hands and kissing you knuckles,

then saying something super cheesy but

totally meaning it.

you get so embarrassed when gojo does

something stupid in public and ends up with

you being mad at him. If you aren’t talking to

him he will deadass say:

“so sex is off the table tonight huh?”

You probably throw sum at him.

poor megumi gets secondhand

embarrassment so bad from the situations

you get in. His face is all scrunched up in

visible discomfort. He thought you were

mental for being with Gojo.

anywho- Shopaholic Gojo. gojo totally buys

shit he doesn’t need. A shoe umbrella? Hell

ya! A watermelon stroller? It’s totally

practical! A dancing cactus?(yes that one)

dance parties got an upgrade! He loves

spoiling you ofc ofc, he’ll come home and it

would go sum like this:

“okay okay okay- close your eyeeees”

“Satoru, I already told you I- I don’t need anything-“

“Ahh abababaa shhhh- puuuuut your hands out! Okay open your eyes!”

“Oooo…ohh?!.. Oh baby….you, you got me glow in the dark toilet paper”

Gojo does love buying you actually nice things

though. He gives you his card telling you to go

crazy and buy whatever. He buys you the

fanciest clothes because money isn’t a

problem. You’ve tried telling him you don’t

need all of these things but he just says he

love spoiling you.

((Okay gojo would 100% do this))

Gojo definitely likes to spoon you. He likes

knowing you’re safe in his arms. Feeling your

chest moving up and down and the soft

sound of your breathing, he finds it soothing.

Don’t get me wrong he LOVES to be held, just

not as he sleeps, it’s too vulnerable for him.

Now I’ve been thinking. Is Gojo Satoru an ass,

tit, or thigh kinda guy. I think the fandom has

nominated him as a tit guy lol. I don’t think he

would care to much if you were busty or flat

as long as he can grab something lol. He loves

leaving hickeys on your thighs though- omg

when he’s done he looks up through his

lashes and omggghehehehehsh😩😩 ((bffr

he would leave hickies anywhere and

everywhere. In such obvious places too))

gojo is totally the type to see the rain and ask

to dance in it with you- he just wants to dance

with you, any type- could be a clumsy waltz or

a dance in your bedroom kind. As long as you

both are happy.

Gojo doesn’t shut up about you either.

Everyone at the school knows more about

you than you even do. He brags sm too.

gojo is constantly go go go, so when you guys

have soft moments(very rare), he savors

them. You both are just cuddled up close, soft

giggles, long stares, and few to none words

being exchanged. You could stay in your

lovers arms for eternity.

when gojo crashes after loads of stress, he

crashes hard. He doesn’t want to fall apart, he

hates that it’s happening to him. He doesn’t

want to burden you either. He just goes to you

and lets you hold up as he clutches to your

shirt. Just pet his hair and sway softly whilst

whispering sweet nothings. He needs you

more than you could ever know. You’re his

everything.

You and gojo have been through thick and thin and you guys are still together! Whata couple

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I am so sorry if it’s bad- I can’t tell. 😣

reblogs are appreciated!!

made December 11th 2023

[ja3yun]

okkayyyyyy we're starting off the chapter STRONG. icb they're going at it like rabbits but then again this is hoonyn we're talking about 🤕🤕 LOVE LOVE LOVE YN FOR FINALLY PUTTING HERSELF FIRST?.!:!/! YOU GO BABY GIRL!!!! get that D 😋 & ofc they arent following the rules they set 🤣🤣 wbk tho they're too down bad for eo to actually follow their rules & hoon constantly saying words of affirmation and basically just showering yn w love 🥰 oh we love to see that!

ugh theyre just so cute 🥹 why did have to keep her feelings in check 🤕 went out for dinner 3 nights ago? THAT WAS 3 NIGHTS AGO BBGIRL in fact you should hang out w hoon everyday 🥰🥰 24/7 🤍🤍 FUCK FUCK FUCK SHE ASKED HIM IF HE WANTED TO GO TO HER AWARD CEREMONY FUCKKKKKK WE CHEERED!:!/'sbs I SCREAMED 😝😝😝😝😝 and he REALLY SAID FK HIS PLANS he's going to her award ceremony instead GET U A MAN LIKE THATTT and then he KISSED HER AND THANKED HER FOR LETTING HIM BE A PART OF HER LIFE?!;!:!/ FAWKKK SOMEONE HOLDME I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY R EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫 they r so soft so attached so astronomically down bad for each other i love that for them i want need them to always be this happy together 🙏🏻🙏🏻 and ofc she's gna give him a blowjob 😋

HER CONTACT NAME FOR HOON OMFG?:!/!/! not rina seeing right through them the moment she sees them interact ☠️☠️☠️ no bc mp!hoon is a literal DREAM guy like he may not be the biggest fan of rina bc of that incident but he's willing to set it aside and be at least neutral w her for yn? that is something not everyone can do and what more that hoonyn arent even tgt tgt 🫣 HE SAVED ADDRESSES ASSOCIATED W HER IN HIS GPS?:!:!/ yeap im gone. u lost me. this is my 192837293 time screaming abt them but how can i not when theyre literally that in love w each other 😭😭😭

everytime minhee becomes the sweetest & most caring older brother for yn i get why she tries to keep some distance w hoon and why she feels guilty but i also wish she'd just fk it for once and live HER life 🥺

i love it whenever hoon calls yn baby and esp sweets it rly cld be just me but its the sweetest thing ever 🥹 HE'S SO ENDEARING CHEERING FOR HER LIKE THAT UGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH (as ive already said for the 1937263783 time 🤕) STOP FIRST THEY TAKE THE CUTEST PHOTOS TOGETHER AND THEN THEY SAID F THE NO LABELS?:!:!: i used to PRAY for moments like this THEYRE FINALLY TGT TGT 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 though its hush hush but a win is still a WIN 🏆

the "are you gonna stare or are you gonna fuck your girlfriend" is a crazy ass thing to say & hoon is stronger than me bc if i were a guy and i were hoon id nut right then and there. sorry not sorry 🤕 AND THEN SHE PROCEEDS TO LET HIM HIT HER RAW TO FURTHER THEIR CONNECTION?/!:&/ when ure in a which couple is most in love with each other competition and hoonyn r ur competitors. theyre immediately taking the crown soz i dont make the rules 🏆🏆🏆🏆 & then their confession to each other after everything >>>>

aj i get what u mean now this chapter is my favourite as well omfg. I JUST LOVE HOW U PORTRAY HOONYN LIKE 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 they fit each other perfectly like puzzle pieces 🧩 literally made for each other 😫😫😫 I LOVE HOW U GAVE US AN ENTIRE CHAPTER OF JUST HOONYN FLUFF AND SMUT LIKE THANK YOU FOR UR SERVICE <33333 i really love melting point sososososoooo much i feel like i can never thank u enough for sharing this masterpiece with us all i always look forward to fridays so i can catch the new update 😆😆 but im also lowkey scared for the upcoming chapters bc idk how minhee will react when he finds out? or when yn confesses? but i know hoon will be w her no matter what so its all good 😫🙏🏻

happy weekend <3 sorry if i yap too much i get excited whenever i read a fic that is long and HITS HARD

starting off the chapter with a sex scene was a risk i was willing to take icl. if i was yn i would also be fucking hoon any chance i got, i think it's realistic lmao.

sunghoon is the standard now when it comes to men bc he literally lays the world at her feet and i'll accept nothing less now 😮‍💨 i'm so happy they're finally together like i felt like it came around so fast but also not fast enough.

thank you so much for reading and coming to talk to me about it! i love when i can see people truly enjoying the fic, i'm super glad you are! ilysm and i cant wait for you to resd next week <3

[bikananjarrus]

an incomplete list of the absolutely deranged things anthony bridgerton did this season that are making me feel cuckoo bananas insane:

when they’re riding out to the hunting grounds and kate says “lord bridgerton” and he nearly broke his neck he whipped his around so fast to look at her and say “yes” like man was practically vibrating out of his saddle just waiting for her to talk to him

not even really insane but just the biggest dumbass energy: when he caught one (1) glance at kate’s bared thigh and his last two brain cells immediately stopped functioning

i mean the whole bee scene. but specifically how after kate was able to calm him down he briefly touched his forehead to hers, like are you joking

their dance scene in 2x04 when kate tells him she’s returning to india after edwina is married, saying “there will be no more reason for me to stay” and the WAY that anthony looks like the floor has fallen out from under his feet. Sir please control your face !!

also right after the dance scene when they’re in the library and the man can scarcely breathe for the thought of kate leaving, and he’s still chalking it up to her trying to prevent him from marrying edwina, i’m distraught

on the topic of the library scene, the desperation in his voice when he says “why is it that you dislike me so?” the vulnerability there. the way he can’t stand that someone dislikes him, but more than anything he wants to know why kate doesn’t like him bc he likes her SO much. thank u jonathan bailey for all your excellent line deliveries this season

ALSO the whole “i am a gentleman,” “and your heart is with my sister” “and my heart… is with your sister” bit of dialogue from that scene. the way that you can barely hear him say sister. His voice just—drops off. he’s just staring at kate and her mouth and he can barely repeat the line back to her because it’s not true, his heart is already elsewhere, and i just.. head! in! hands!

him yelling at daphne “because she is agGrAvaTiNg!” two minutes after he and kate were literally sharing oxygen bc their mouths were so fucking close, like please anthony.

speaking of line delivery: the fucking scene in the closet during the wedding episode. first kate tells him he shouldn’t be there (she is correct) but he stays, and then!!! him holding her hand, like if he lets go he won’t ever see her again, and then the softly whispered, “wait,” like wtf wtf they’re in a closet anyone could catch them i—

and good gOD don’t even get me started about the wedding scene. the way he watched kate coming down the aisle. the way that edwina is up there with him for barely a minute and his eyes shift upwards to look over her shoulder at kate. The man is at the ALTAR!! with his FIANCÉ!!! kate’s SISTER!!!! and he CAN’T. NOT. LOOK AT HER !!;;?;!;? And then AND THEN. as if the insanity of that wasn’t enough, not only is he imagining it’s kate in front of him, not edwina, this man is sooo attuned to kate in this moment that he dives down to grab that damn bangle before kate has barely registered that it fell off. no hesitation!!!! he just acts!!! HE JUST DOES THAT IN FRONT OF LITERALLY EVERYONE INCLUDING GOD AND THE QUEEN!!!! and then he has the nerve to hold her hand and let the moment linger like i hadn’t already paused the damn episode bc it was too! much!!! i Know i’ve already talked about this but I’m still not over it. he’s nuts. he’s absolutely unhinged for this,

that moment where he so openly and wantonly breathed in kate’s scene as she walked by, closed his eyes and smiled and everything. literally anthony could you BE more obvious! lady danbury really banished that man to horny jail with one look

and ofc the whole “you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires” scene, but i don’t think we’re giving enough attention to when anthony pulls away near the end. the little tongue click he does while shaking his head, followed by some of the absolutely most offensive lines: “if i wed your sister, it will bind you and me together for eternity. and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you. dreaming of you. dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps”. i think this puts it in perspective perfectly the torment he is feeling being around her, and we know how important his honor and duty is to him, so for him to admit that marrying edwina would put him in the worst possible position and trying to do it anyway bc he believes in his honor so much (and bc kate asked him to go through with it) like???? he wants her so far away from him while at the same wanting her close to him always and also knowing it will be torture if he marries edwina help

(part two is here!)

[riotlain]

Egos with a shy but defensive s/o

Mecore bc whenever someone intimates me i get violent to be feared by them (and apparently it is just me??)

WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Darkiplier

You wanted to punch him. so bad

He was a very intimidating fella

Everyone was lowkey scared of him

Besides…. Wilford

So you wanted to sock him in the nuts

But now that youre dating the urge isnt- as bad??

You’d like jokingly punch him in the back

Probably stare at him when he’s reading

Yknow

Plotting against him??

Nahhh you wanna hug him

Maybe

Wilford

He is loud and had a gun

Ofc youre intimidated by him

Scared as shit

So you kinda just pushed his buttons a bit

AND LOOK AT THAT

Youre….. dating him

Step in the wrong direction

Hes your number 1 hype man

“AND THIS IS MY FRIGHTENING PARTNER, Y/N!”

He shoots ppl you find intimidating

You punch him in the chest

He has large boobs he’ll live

Host

He knew how you felt

He was omniscient after all

He tried to have conversations with you

Host just wanted you to feel comfortable around him

“Host feels as if Y/n is uncomfortable and questions why?”

Very… upfront

Now yall dating

He holds your hand in public

“Host, what if u punch that guy?” “The Host advises that Y/n doesn’t do that…”

Eric

Bro…

💀

You both shy as fuck

But you want violence so it’s different

“Eric im gonna beat up your dad next time he says anythin-“ “Uh.. Y-Y/n you dont h-have to do uh.. t-that”

Tries to keep you in control but???

Its the meme “He asked for no pickles”

Yall both nervous lil fucks

Google

Bro looks up how to talk to shy people

“Y/n I will try to put on a friendly smile and a more open personality.”

You definitely punched him and your hand like

died

He took care of you

Watches you very intensely

Make sure you aren’t on the verge of tears and boutta punch someone yknow?

Septicye Egos

Chase Brody <333

Bro i think he knows kinda how to talk with you??

Hes very loud and open so you’ll be fine

You kicked Anti in the nuts out of fear

Chase…. laughed

Tries not to get you in alot of trouble

Invites you on camera but like youre like

“No thanks” 🧍‍♂️

You kinda just watch what he does and cheer him on silently

Anti

He liked how feisty you were

Bc hes a weirdo

Knows your shy in public so

Always got his arm around you or sum

He finds your staring menacing??

Bro you just want a hug you just dont know what to say😭😭

Robbie

He didnt get it

You were scared shitless of him

Hes a zombie so yea ofc

Shneeple had to stop you from

Trying to hurt Robbie-

Then Shneeple had to explain uh

You

Robbie doesnt get it that much but its fine

Hes usually the one to start cuddling

Bc warm

He doesnt intimidated you any so yayy

[hotxcheeto]

hey cinnamon back, this has truly just not been my week at all like literal back to back crappiness so when you can some sadie comfort would be nice (wow have we come full circle?).

ofc take your time, ik you’re busy with life and such and thank you for being here as stupid as it sounds. now i bid you adou, cinnamon:,)

━ 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Sadie Adler x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, Micah, Fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Sorry this took so long darling ily and I hope things are better now!

Everything had been going wrong. Tripping over your own feet, Micah up your behind, and seemingly failing at anything you were trying to do. You were sick of it all, collapsing down by a lonely fire one night, everyone else out of the camp on a job or already asleep as the flames began to burn out.

Watching it crackle and just reach above the few logs that were piled on top kept you entertained. At least for now, legs pulled up, hugging your knees. The smell of the fire brought comfort to you, feeling yourself calm at the quietness of the night. The cool breeze kissing your face.

But it didn't help the fact that nothing had been going your way. That you ruined half the laundry and Abigail had to redo it all. It didn't help the look she was giving you either. Or the fact that Micah had 'accidentally' knocked you into the dish water.

"Hey there, you doin' alright?" You turned to look behind you, chin resting on your arms. "Yeah, I'm fine Sadie." The blonde seemed unconvinced though, staring at you with one eyebrow slightly raised. She then chuckled quietly, moving to sit on the stool beside the blanket you were sat on.

"I gotta say, you don't seem okay hon." You shrugged at this, feeling a familiar heat rise to your face at the sweet name. "It's nothing Sadie, really." "Now, I think that's a real terrible lie." Her eyes met yours but you quickly looked away. Back the orange and yellow flames that lit your eyes up. Or made Sadie not want to look away from them.

"It's not." You huffed, stretching your legs out, putting your hands in your lap. "I think it is. I seen what Micah did to you earlier, man makes fun of everyone but himself. Looks like a horses ass." You snorted, putting your hand on your mouth to hide your laughter.

Sadie noticed, a little smile on her face as she continued cutting at something in her hand. Which you didn't notice until now as she looked back down at it.

"Reminds me of horse shit, smells like it too. Talks too damn much for his own good. Damn shame, he'd be a real good turd." Sadie could've grinned at your laughter, holding it back as you watched her. Giggling quietly in hopes to not wake anyone up. "I've just had a bad few days Sadie, that's all. Stupid people, stupid things."

You muttered a few more things she couldn't understand, running your finger in the dirt just next to you. Writing Sadie's name in the ground, her eyes sparkling as she watched.

"I'm sorry hon. But it'll get better-" "It doesn't feel like it." You took in a deep breath, looking up a the stars, watching the smoke rise into the air. "I know." You heard her get up, throw something, then sit beside you on the blanket.

"I'm just... tired Sadie." "I know, I know." You leaned against her shoulder, very softly, not all of you either. Until she wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Letting you lay against her, her eyes on yours as you watched the fire.

"Micah is an ass." You then suddenly stated, Sadie choking up a laugh, rubbing your back. "He is, ain't he?" "And I keep messing everything up." "No, because the shit always comes before the good stuff. Like a nut, shell before the actual good part." You listened to her raspy voice, rambling on, staring at her with tired eyes.

Her voice was like a lullaby, listening to it and the fire in the background. The cicadas in the trees singing to you both as she finally looked down at you, trailing off with what she'd said.

"We all have bad days, weeks." "But it feels terrible." "You're telling me." You both laughed at that, Sadie's fingers running up and down your spine. "It'll get better... hopefully." You laughed again, taking in her smell. "Thanks Sadie." She kissed the crown of your head, making you smile. "Anytime."

A/n: Tumblr stop showing me a white screen and deleting all my progress I'm gonna have a mental break

[zukump3]

s/o likes to bite pt.2 ✧ hcs

anon said: hi, i’d like to request a biting headcanon for bakugou, todoroki, and kaminari if you feel up to it. thank you so much!

warnings: none <3 i just wanted to write smth cute tbh

a/n: i’m assuming u wanted a continuation of my other biting hcs so here u go! i added izuku just cuz

it all started when he dropped you off at your dorm one day after a date

“i’m sorry i can’t spend the night y/n, i wanna get some more practice before i sleep... but i’ll see you tomorrow?” he would say sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck

“of course midoriya. i had a fun night.”

you’d lean in to kiss his cheek but instead of kissing it

you’d

bite it..

it was just a soft nibble of his chubby cheek in your mouth but it was enough to make him gasp

he was gonna ask why you did that but you had already shut the door

you two were in a pretty fresh relationship and izuku thought he knew everything about you..

how did he somehow not know about your biting habit?

ever since then, every time you lean in to kiss his cheek you bite it

it makes him a little flustered

“l/n, i have a question..”

“yeah?” you’d ask after nuzzling against his shoulder, and he’d smile softly at the sight of you all comfortable

“you’re always... biting me instead of kissing my cheek. do girls not kiss cheeks anymore? am i missing something?”

pls hes so lost when it comes to relationships and shit, it’s adorable

“zuku, you’re silly~”

and he goes x__x

“i don’t really know why i do it.. i just do! i’ve done it with people i’m comfortable with since i was little. i just... nibble them.”

“so you’re comfortable with me?”

it’s like the green haired boy would light up in realization

“duh, zuku. if i wasn’t i wouldn’t be dating you.”

you’d actually kiss his cheek after that, but he’d politely ask you to bite it instead 🥺

yay another thing he can bully you about

your relationship with bakugo is definitely not the standard romantic relationship a lot of people have

but like izuku, bakugo knows a lot about you

he’s very perceptive and saves a lot of information in the back of his brain

so he already knew you had a little habit for biting shit

you’d bite your lip a lot

you bit your tongue so many times during y’all’s relationship that neither him nor you can count the amount of times he’s had to clean the bleeding

but he never knew the biting habit would reflect onto him

you’d bite him when he would be cooking in the dorms kitchen

he was shirtless, so you were just placing some kisses along his back

and softly sunk your teeth into his spine

he’d jump a little in shock, looking over his shoulder at you like 🤨

“the fuck are you biting me for?”

“sorry! i didn’t mean to.” you’d answer him quickly, your smile tight

he’d glare at you but wouldn’t say anything and go back to cooking

ten minutes later and you’d bite him again, in the exact same spot

he would fully turn around now, lightly pushing you back

“quit biting me ya damn beaver!”

now you just bite him to annoy him

if you two were studying together and you’d start nibbling his bicep to pay attention, he’d groan so goddamn loud

“you’re like a snotty nosed kid!”

he would tease you but he’d never pull his body away from yours cause he secretly finds it cute

todoroki is: intrigued

he always found you cute and adorable, and found everything you did cute and adorable too

but he was never. Never expecting you to start biting him

the first time it happened was during some training

you were taking down heroes with everyone else to pass a quiz

you and todoroki would be in an alleyway, trying to form a plan together

he could feel how nervous you were and tried to calm you down, until he felt your hands grab his wrist and your teeth sink into his palm

he’d look at you blankly for a second before just stating

“you’re biting me.”

you’d just nod

he’d continue staring

“it calms me down todoroki! don’t judge me.”

“i’m not, i just wasn’t expecting you to start biting me.” he’d say cooly, his voice calming your nerves even more

after that he would probably corner you in his dorm to ask more about your habit

“so you do it when you’re nervous?”

“not just then!” you’d inform him. “it’s just a weird little habit i have. i do it to people i’m comfortable with too! like if i’m having a good time, i’ll just..”

and you chomp down on his arm

“bite.” he answers

“mhm. exactly.”

“i’m comfortable with you too. does that mean i bite you?”

“uh..” you’d laugh awkwardly at his blase question. “i mean, if you want to-“

and before you knew it, IcyHot would be biting against your neck which would make you tense and your palms sweaty

he’d just smirk

“i think i like biting you, y/n.”

his crush on you would go 📈📈 if you start biting him i don’t make the rules

you two have a cute weird friendship and do a bunch of weird shit together anyways

so he does not question your biting

you two would probably be play fighting one day and when he had you pinned, you’d stretch your head over and bite his wrist

“owe!” he’d laugh at you, snatching it away to your advantage. “did you just bite me?!”

“maybe!” you’d laugh back, continuing your play fight

now you bite him every time he acts up

if he makes a perverted comment about how good you look in that skirt today

you’d just roll your eyes, grab his hand and bite his finger

“ouch!! damn l/n, sorry! ...you do look good though.”

you didn’t bite anyone else in class 1-A so he instantly knew he was special because you saved your bites for him 🥺

he grew to become obsessed with them

he would hug you and bury your face in his neck just to feel you bite over his pulse point

ofc that would make him blush sooo badly

but he knows that’s your sign for informing him you’re comfortable with him and appreciate his company

“y/n... what would you do if i bit you back?”

“nut, probably.”

denki: 😏

[trickfootpike]

OKAYOKAYOKAY now that i've had a few nights to Ruminate here are way too many thoughts from 9/16's show -- fair warning that they aren't *super* coherent as a lot of this i just tried to loosely organize from dms i threw at folks night-of, but it is most of what i remember sticking out to me!

GENERAL THOUGHTS --

last saw the show in august of 2019 - back then i saw it up in the mezzanine, this time i was 7 rows back dead center in the middle of the orchestra. watching the show from the mezzanine feels like a god's eye view of the show while sitting up close in the orchestra is much more like being in the world of men, and how it hits in hadestown particularly is just nuts bc you really do feel like you're on the factory floor.

back in the London production i remember eva playing eurydice with more youth and hope to her, and when the show came to Broadway eurydice hardened. in a world with a pandemic eva seems to have actually shifted this back! Eurydice is still holding tightly onto Orpheus Knowing that the world is unlikely to be kind enough to let them have each other for long but she starts off less faithless than she used to, I suppose I would describe it? she's definitely played more open with others from the beginning rather than having it be something she has to really work towards!

WAIT FOR ME IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT FEELING FROM THE ORCHESTRA THAN THE MEZZANINE AND NOT JUST THE LAMPS. the lamps really only swing out to over the first 2 rows, speaking very generously, anyway. what i remember being most impactful from last time was how the whole theater rumbled as the walls of the set split to reveal hadestown. what i couldn't see and afaik no boot's been able to pick up is the the set ALSO SPLITS AND STRETCHES OPEN AT THE TOP. that awning that covers the balcony lifts and the wall of hadestown is revealed to stretch floor to ceiling and it is just so much, so fucking much oh my god i could not stop hysterically blubbering to myself watching hadestown stretch open like it is absolutely here to devour you whole. it makes you feel the immensity of The Wall. I've linked ig videos of the set pre act 1 and post intermission to give like the best perspective on it i can and tried to film them so they were zoomed as closely as to what my eyes were seeing as I could, but here are also some pictures!

PRE ACT ONE

INTERMISSION

after our lady of the underground when eurydice comes back from hades' office and Persephone is finishing with her show, me being closer this time i was actually able to see amber's face during way down hadestown ii and flowers. and how she portrays seph's feelings re eurydice, it's like : genuine concern and watching over her when she first starts on the line, Quiet Seething and Jealous Rage as the fates' tattle "Hades put his hands on ya" that sticks for a While including the first half of flowers, but as soon as eurydice remembers the meadow her and Orpheus visited her heart just b r e a k s and you can see her wiping away tears. seph's just so caught in her own feelings of helplessness in hadestown. when hades tells her to stay out of him dealing with Orpheus all the fight just deflates out of her and the direct accusing look Orpheus gives her at the end of if it's true mixed with seeing his effect on the workers makes her physically rear back like she's gotten the fight slapped back into her

even with this audience who almost for sure has all seen ht before, there was still the loudest heartbroken gasp when orpheus turned. i know everyone calls this out but it still hit me hard that with a greater percentage of previous viewers in the audience it still hit us all like a fucking brick

and ofc. road to hell ii. it's a millions times more impactful than it already was what with the pandemic, making it through hard times and how they could be hard again but making the best of them even if it doesn't turn out well this time either. i was crying so hard last time but this time i was crying harder but also feeling like a huge weight was being like, very softly cradled in my chest to take some of the burden away

TOM'S HADES/HADES AND PERSEPHONE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS --

Tom's Hades whole tl;dr could be that Hades is a Performance. all those descriptions of him beign "jazzy" and "egodriven" are correct, but there is also this massive vibe he gives off that all his showmanship is there as a cover up for the very pessimistic man at the core of him. when him and persephone are getting along the jazziness is there for genuine playfulness with her, but apart from seph it is a purposeful exaggeration on hades' part to get Whatever it is that he wants. he is playing up aggression as king (see papers) and what he thinks as being suave (see hey little songbird) to maintain his throne and his marriage, and Epic III is the Destruction of that performance. Tom's Hades at the end of Epic III isn't trying to sell anyone anything, you just get to see the suddenly very scared and unsure heart of the man behind the performance of foreman and king. And oh boy is Tom's Hades at his heart unsure. He is so fucking pessimistic; back in Act 1 when Orpheus starts to sing Epic I he turns from Persephone even before she gets reminded of the world above and starts longing for it, because he already expects to see it coming and he doesn't turn back to her Ever Again, literally until he comes to get her in Way Down Hadestown. Not even when she gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. His Kiss, The Riot is him trying to figure out how the hell he's gonna be able to rebuild his performance after his whole kingdom saw through it, but he also ends it being so very certain that the deal he figures out for Orpheus Will end with Orpheus failing somehow. There is no doubt in this very pessimistic Hades that doubt will come in, whereas Patrick used the end of His Kiss The Riot almost like he was desperately trying to justify that his doubt came to him only in Persephone's absence

road to hell i: tom's hades loves cheering on the band so much he is Part Of The Problem that Hermes has to get to chill out and it makes so much sense for this jazzy dramatic motherfucker

balcony time (road to hell i until livin' it up on top): when they were upstairs playing dominoes they kept laying their tiles with these overexaggerated movements.. Like when they actually getting along they are so damn flirty and trying so hard to make each other smile and laugh and it is TOO CUTE

way down hadestown: Once Again "I missed ya" gives me no rest, mostly because Tom delivered it with this super coy and cocky grin and Amber immediately smiled back at him like Persephone couldn't help herself

chant i: is spent with him looking up proud into his creation while persephone is looking down with heartbreak and disgust seeing the workers as people in suffering and the ugliness of hadestown. as the song goes on he gets increasingly frustrated like a child who's super proud of the drawing he brought home from school that Persephone has nothing but terrible things to say about. when eurydice starts singing about her suffering seph throws out her arm and points to her like "see! See what you're doing!!" while hades is more in himself processing his disappointment, frustration, heartbreak, but over the next minute you start to see him Formulating A Plan as he watches eurydice. but he doesn't look entirely sold on going through with it until seph throws out her last verse in disgust. it was absolutely the straw that broke the camel's back.

hey little songbird: THO IT SOUNDS SO SEDUCTIVE ON AUDIO. OML DOES IT LEAN INTO EURYDICE'S "STRANGE MAN" DESCRIPTOR. HADES IS LIKE THE CREEPY SALESMAN ON THE CORNER WITH WATCHES AND A TRENCHCOAT. BUT HE'S SELLING HIS SHIT WELL, HE'S JUST ALSO A WEIRDO

Why We Build The Wall/"Behind Closed Doors": That followup on hades' threat when eurydice arrives in hadestown. as hades goes to the stairs he like not whacks, but definitely nudges seph's arm harder than Patrick does to get her attention. when he did she Startled and laid her hand over her arm where he'd tapped her like she was overwhelmed by just that touch........ but then she turns around and watches him take Eurydice up and when he opens his coat and she Realizes you see her whole body go slack. once eurydice goes past the office doors hades turns and lingers staring pointedly down at seph, for *seconds* whereas with patrick i remember it being more of a pointed glance. it drills home that hades is doing this specifically to spite seph and he wants her to know it. and you can see amber discreetly wipe her face before she turns back to "does anybody want a DRINK." there's less direct seduction between hades and eurydice but more explicit threat between hades and seph about eurydice

papers: actually isn't too much Bastärde as it is his Performance. HOWEVER, the way he directs the workers to beat Orpheus is chilling. Like patrick he hangs around, but he's watching until the last 10 seconds so it's way longer. And he makes like the smallest gestures with his hand to direct the workers to the different stages of beating Orpheus, fuck it was twisted

how long: how long actually starts with seph and hades seemingly coming to each other on a similar page - hades came out pensively fiddling with his wedding ring and Amber delivered "I know" like seph was already past the eurydice situation. this also could have been a product of time and seeing how actually little he did "seducing" eurydice lmao

chant ii: very much Hades Sees Orpheus As A Threat™️ (more on this further below) , also dare i say it but tom kills I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY

epic iii: oh man oh man. he looks so untouched until Orpheus starts the lalas and he goes from completely passive unimpressed face to like. his body unfolds on his stool and his hands go slack and he looked between Orpheus and Persephone when he asked where Orpheus had gotten his melody. he asked it a lot softer than I expected him too as well. a big part of the audience actually laughed when Hades sang his lala because Tom cracks his voice during it but it petered off into sniffling when they realized why and then we were all just crying together as persephone placed the flower in his vest.

lovers desire: SOME VERY CUTE STUFF. hades' performance is broken but tom's hades is still a Jazzy Jazzy Man at heart and they're like 100 times more playful with each other - they're both giggling and grinning their asses off while they dance together and give each other these like nudges to the next series of steps and it was adorable and I was discretely sobbing. they both played it like they knew how to do this dance with each other better than they knew anything, the little nudges were like..... them playing inside this dance they already knew so well? Like more overexaggeration to make each other laugh and just revel in this wonderful thing they've rediscovered- specifically I remember that Amber raised her skirt soooooo high when she was doing the curtsey and Tom was like waggling his eyebrows at her and adding extra flourishes with his hands and widening his eyes super big everytime he pulled off a move (the funniest ones were when they do like the two-step where they move one after another in sequence and he's copying her moves in reverse and oml it was just adorable). When Seph had the move where she pulls their linked arms over his head to tuck him into her I remember that was the one part where he wasn't doing this goofy act but his expression straight up melted and he looked so smitten. and when it's the last bit of the dance and he spins her across the stage, seph's face breaks open with tears his expression responds with like this mix of heartbreak and "ohhhhh no baby please don't cry" as he moved across the stage to quickly take her into his arms for the dip at the end

AFTER this when orphydice has finished promises and right before Orpheus turns to ask Hades if they can go, they come out of slow dancing to the side but are still super wrapped up in each other - seph wraps herself around one of his arms and presses herself super close and Tom leaned down with this little smile like Hades was gonna try and steal a quick kiss, but then he hears/sees out of the corner of his eye/senses or something Orpheus approaching and pulls himself up and formal to be the king. When he says I don't know and seph wrenches herself away from him to the other side of the stage to firmly stand behind Orphydice he gets this look of Extreme Frustration on that she's still not standing with him and these damn kids are still more important, bc even with character growth he still is a petty selfish bitch who does not like to share lmao, he's just getting that he Has To now

wait for me ii: Hades stays onstage by the microphone stand to the left to watch Hermes deliver his judgement to orphydice/seph/the workers and watching Tom during this was a Treat. this is the first time he's seeing how orphydice and esp Orpheus function when he's not involved to terrify them. they're so sweet and so good, and they have what looks like so much unwavering faith in each other unlike him and seph, maybe they really could... so when he delivers "i let them try" that last word is stretched with so much wonder. he's getting this first glimpse into feeling how everyone else felt when orpheus sang of how the world could be that isn't just focused in about how he feels about persephone, which always drives him - now he's having to deal with the Greater Implications and orpheus' seemingly unbreakable faith in a better world rocks him to his core. that certainty that orpheus would fail gets shaken as he watches them and when Seph asks him if he thinks they'll make it, his I Don't Know is 1/2 defensive and 1/2 actual uncertainty. he still hates to be wrong but he's wondering if his beliefs about doubt will turn out differently this time. he isn't optimistic about it by any means but orpheus, eurydice, and the workers' response to them both does give him pause

meanwhile in hades and persephone's section, on a personal level they deliver their lines to each other like they're a great deal more nervous about what next fall will bring than i've seen and heard before - something I'm thinking stems from hades' worldview being so suddenly shaken and seph too being a little more vulnerable?

MISC THOUGHTS

Tom seems to be leaning into Hades not having done anything with Eurydice other than tempt her down - once she's in Hadestown even during Why We Build The Wall he drops the salesman croon entirely and when he does rarely speak to her/about her it's commanding as a king who sees her just as another object under his possession, with very little interest in her for anything at all beyond that. he was just going after the goal of making sure Seph knew he had Options whether or not he actually pursued them

tom is super dedicated to how power-hungry hades is. I remember when I saw Patrick during chant ii he was playing hades as more affected by how much seph seemed to care about the workers now and desperately trying to get her attention back (even negatively), Tom was more consumed in seeing Orpheus as a threat because of how effectively he had turned his "children" on him. He knocks Seph down in those "shackle her from wrist to wrist" less as a personal petty attack to her like Patrick does and more like to try and destabilize her as someone backing Orpheus up. Tom's Hades perceives Orpheus as a Threat no matter how much he plays up his Performance as Nonchalant Jazzy King. he really emphasizes Hades' relationship to Orpheus whereas Patrick played more into his relationship with Eurydice, which makes so much sense what with Tom's Hades being a pettier more egotistical messy bitch obsessed with his kingdom and Patrick's Hades' obsession being his wife and Hadestown being like, this side-effect of being a god that he just couldn't help, he Had to build and strive for power whereas Tom's Hades reveled in it and wanted it. Instinct versus drive I guess. one of my buds put it super well as: "Patrick!Hades sees everything as a threat to his power Tom!Hades is so certain of his power that he can afford to be somewhat nonchalant but the fact that Orpheus alone is his main genuine threat is fucking brilliant"

and ok for now, that's what I've got! if anyone wants any clarification or wants to ask details about specific moments I didn't put in here feel free to shoot me an ask!

[nerdzzone]

Only For A Moment: July

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: June

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July 2020

Chris was stressed.

It was understandable as he'd just launched his new endeavour - A Starting Point - but it was worrying me how anxious and overwhelmed he seemed to be. The feedback so far had been good, but he was still concerned about how it was going to be received and whether or not people would actually find it useful. He had several long, full days of interviews scheduled to promote it and explain what they hoped to achieve and, after the first week, he was exhausted which made him moody and withdrawn.

It didn't help that Grayson had quickly adjusted to having our undivided attention and was growing increasingly frustrated with his dad's busy schedule. The Friday after the launch, Chris promised him that he'd be done by bedtime so he could tuck him in, but technical difficulties got in the way and he was once again stuck in front of his laptop until well into the evening.

And that was where I found him, at almost nine o'clock, when I went to see if he'd be finished anytime soon. I'd poked my head around the door and saw him sat at his desk with his head in his hands and the sight made my heart ache.  Sneaking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted him softly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he assured me, but the sigh that followed told me otherwise. "Just tired. It's been a busy week."

"It has. We've missed you."

My words weren't meant to add guilt to his stress, but I realized my mistake when he winced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, placing a kiss on my arm where it rested across his chest. "I did try to finish early today - I suggested we push the last interview until tomorrow when we hit the connection issues, but they weren't having it. Was Grayson mad that I missed bedtime again?"

"Not mad," I shrugged. "Just a bit disappointed."

Chris' head fell forward and his shoulders stiffened.

"That's worse."

"No, it's not," I insisted, squeezing him tightly. "He was just a little sad, but he got over it. I promised him that you'd do something fun with him when you weren't so busy and he accepted that."

"I was actually thinking of taking him to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit," Chris admitted. "They just reopened, but he'd have to wear a mask."

"He'd love that," I smiled, knowing how much both of them loved their father and son days. We'd made an effort to give him more one on one time, but it was limiting when we hadn't been able to leave the house much until recently. "And I think he'd be okay with a mask. We can order one and get him to wear it at home for a bit to get used to it."

"Good idea," Chris nodded. "I can do that tomorrow"

"Or I can," I suggested, kissing the side of his head. "You're busy enough at the moment. And you're stressed, I can feel the tension in your shoulders."

Chris sighed again and I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"I know. This project just means a lot to me. I want it to do well."

"And it is," I reminded him as an idea hit me. "C'mon, I know what you need to help you relax."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris smirked and I rolled my eyes as his mind had clearly gone straight to something dirty. "What would that be?"

"Probably not whatever you're thinking of," I informed him. "But there's some pizza left in the kitchen. Go have a slice of that and then meet me in the bedroom."

"Alright, I like the sound of this."

His smirk had grown and I swatted the back of his head as I slid my arms off of his shoulders.

"Don't be such a perv!"

He laughed and stood up from his chair as I shook my head and he pulled me in for a quick kiss before we headed downstairs and went our separate ways.

-

If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was run the perfect bath for relaxation. It had been my tradition every evening after I'd dropped Gray off at Chris' house - I would pour myself a glass of wine and take a bath, enjoying the opportunity for a long soak without the risk of Grayson interrupting. The bathtub in Chris' en suite made that indulgence even better due to it's size and depth and I'd taken advantage of it several times during our stay with Chris. Which meant that I had quite the assortment of bath salts and bubble bath to create the perfect bath for Chris.

The tub had just finished filling up when he walked in and I heard him chuckle at the sight.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed."

"Oh, shush," I teased, turning around to face him once I'd turned off the taps. "This will be much more effective than whatever you were imagining."

Chris scoffed at that claim, a smirk firmly on his face.

"I disagree."

"I'm sure you do, but that's too bad. Now, strip."

"Ooh, I like it when you're bossy."

His comment earned another roll of my eyes as I crossed my arms and waited for him to do as I'd instructed.

As he did, I couldn't help, but stare. He seemed to be toning up even more during our quarantine and the sight of his perfectly sculpted body took my breath away every time I had the luxury of seeing it. He caught my gaze and colour flooded my cheeks as I knew that he'd seen me gawking at him, but despite the smug look on his face, he made no comment as he climbed into the tub.

Once he was settled with his head resting back on the edge of the tub, I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and picked my phone up from where it was sitting on the counter. I unlocked the screen with the intention of replying to my mother who had messaged me while I was getting the bath ready, but a giggle slipped from my lips when I saw what was already open on my phone from earlier that day. Chris raised a questioning eyebrow and I debated whether or not to tell him about it. It had the potential to send his stress levels sky rocketing again, but if he thought I was hiding something from him, it would probably irritate him and ruin his mood anyway so I came clean.

"Hannah sent me a link to an Instagram account today that posts lots of gossip stuff," I informed him. "Most of it seems to be just random submissions, but they've been right a few times, I guess, so people seem to believe whatever they say now."

"And why did she send you a link to it?"

"Because apparently you're engaged."

I was smiling as I broke the news to him because obviously I knew it wasn't true, but Chris let out a groan of annoyance.

"Engaged to who?! To you?"

"No, to a mysterious blonde. Apparently, the person who sent in the message has a friend who spotted you picking up some takeout with this woman. Her ring was clearly on display and you were openly affectionate with her while you waited for your food."

"That's just a straight up lie," Chris huffed. "I don't know why people waste their time making this shit up and I really don't know why you bother reading it."

"It's not like I seek it out, but Hannah finds it entertaining to see what people are saying about us," I shrugged. "You have to admit that it's kinda funny. It sends everyone into such a frenzy."

Chris shot me a look.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use."

"C'mon, it's a little amusing!" I smiled, scrolling down to the comments. "Like, look, they're discussing whether or not I fit the description in case I just dyed my hair blonde. But then someone else says they saw me in L.A. two weeks ago, around the time you were with the blonde woman, so it couldn't possibly be me. They're like little detectives."

Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a reluctant smile on his face.

"Detectives aren't allowed to just make things up," he pointed out. "Unless you took a secret trip a few weeks ago that I didn't know about."

"No, I didn't," I laughed. "You have some very creative fans."

"I don't think it's my fans who write that stuff. It's probably other people trying to antagonize them."

"Well, it works like a charm. They go nuts trying to decide if it's true. I just wish they wouldn't get so mean about it sometimes," I admitted. "Like, some of them were saying how glad they were that you'd moved on from me finally because of how cruel it is that I ruined your life by trapping you with a baby."

The scowl on Chris' face instantly returned with that additional information and I scolded myself for saying it.

"I should have let Downey sue them all like he wanted to when it first leaked that you were pregnant," Chris huffed. "Then maybe by now these gossip pages would know better than to post shit about us."

"It would have just made things worse," I insisted as a smirk slid onto my face. "Besides, it doesn't really bother me. I'm the one sitting next to you while you lounge completely naked in a bubble bath while they spiral into a jealous pit of despair."

That comment earned me a laugh before he sat up a bit higher in the tub.

"Why are you sitting over there anyway?" He asked. "Get in here with me."

I smiled at his demand, but shook my head.

"This isn't supposed to be a sexy bath. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"And what better way to relax than to share a bath with the woman I love?"

A statement like that was hard to resist, especially as he grinned up at me from the tub with that amazing smile of his. I relented with surprisingly little resistance and rose from where I was sitting.

"I suppose that's fair..."

Putting my phone back on the counter, I turned so my back was to Chris. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared and I bit back a smirk. I quickly undid the button on the shorts I was wearing and slid them down my legs, bending at the waist as I stepped out of them. A noise of approval came from behind me as I stood up again and I shot him what I hoped was a sexy look over my shoulder before I pulled my shirt over my head. After slipping out of my bra and quickly pulling off my panties, I left them with my shorts and turned around with one hand over my chest to keep it covered until I was settled in the tub under all the bubbles.

"Wow," Chris grinned. "You're so fuckin' hot."

I giggled at his compliment, feeling a wave of self-confidence from my little strip tease.

For the past few weeks I'd been spending more time in Chris' home gym and I was feeling the positive side effects - more than just in my slowly developing muscle tone. We'd had a fight one night not long after our first pool day when I made some self-deprecating comments that rubbed Chris the wrong way. He scolded me rather harshly for always talking badly about my body and, while at first his exasperated reaction made me shut down, it eventually led to a very open conversation.

I explained that I wasn't just fishing for compliments all the time. I had some serious insecurities and - as analyzed by Hannah who was a very well trained psychologist - I tended to put myself down first before someone else could do it. I informed him that it wasn't just the body changes that come from pregnancy that bothered me, but the fact that I hadn't had much time to go to the gym since Gray was born - when he was with me, I was busy with him and when he was with Chris, I was busy with work.

He understood where I was coming from and reminded me that his home gym was available for my use any time I wanted, but insisted that I make sure I was doing it for the right reasons. He didn't want me killing myself to change how I looked when I didn't really need to, but I assured him that my motivations weren't all vanity related. Sure, I wanted to look good, but I missed feeling strong and healthy.

After our conversation, I’d started taking some time every day to get some exercise and the difference it was making to my confidence even after a few short weeks was huge. So, hearing Chris' praise now made me feel wonderful because I was actually starting to believe it.

"Thanks," I smiled in response to his compliment as I got settled in the bath tub. We were facing each other, my legs draped over his thighs so my feet were resting by his hips and my bum was between his shins. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as he watched me with what could only be described as an adoring look. "It's amazing what a few weeks at the gym can do."

"Helps that you were pretty hot to start with too," he teased. "But I'm glad you're feeling more confident."

"Me too." I leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. "So, are you feeling more relaxed?"

"I am," Chris nodded before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry I've been so stressed out lately. I just want this whole thing to go well."

"And it is," I repeated my earlier assurance. "So far you've had a great reaction."

"For now," he frowned. "I just want people to actually use it and get involved."

"They will," I assured him, leaning in for another kiss. "Have I told you how proud I am of you? You're doing such a great thing, using your influence to try and make a difference. It's very inspiring."

"Well, I think you're too kind," he told me, trying to be humble despite the proud grin on his face. "Really, it's the least I can do."

"Nope, the least you could do is nothing," I pointed out. "But you're trying to help people and I'm so proud of you for that. I'm grateful that Grayson has a dad like you to look up to."

It appeared - for a brief moment - that Chris' eyes grew a little bit glassy, but he blinked a few times and they were clear once again.

"Thanks, Winnie." He paused to clear his throat. "That really means a lot and I'm sorry I've been so busy this week. I have one more podcast interview to do tomorrow morning and then I have a few days off."

"I'm glad you'll get a break, but you don't need to be sorry," I assured him. "Even though it has been kinda weird. It's crazy that a few months ago, we only ever saw each other in passing, but now I miss you when you're busy for even a few hours."

It was true. I had missed him the last few days and it did seem ridiculous when we used to go weeks without seeing each other and even then it was just briefly at a pick up or drop off. I'd been spoiled the last few months, having so much of his time. Now, seeing him every day wasn't even enough if I didn't have much of his undivided attention.

A brief flash of dread tore through me as I shared that thought with Chris because I knew this would all come to an end some day. We couldn't stay locked away in his house forever, eventually we would both have to go back to work and I knew it would make things harder. Some people found that the intense quality time was testing their relationship, but I was worried that we'd start to crumble as soon as we weren't together almost twenty-four hours a day. Once the world of Hollywood got it's claws back in Chris, I couldn't help but wonder where that would leave me.

But as always when those thoughts filled my mind, I did my best to push them away. It was likely still months before anything would change so there was no point in stressing about it now and Chris chuckled, bringing me back to the moment.

"Awe, you’ve missed me?"

His words were accompanied by a cocky smirk and I smiled despite my rolling eyes.

"Shut up."

"It's sweet. I never thought you'd be a clingy kinda girlfriend."

I wrinkled my nose in displeasure at that thought and shook my head.

"I'm not clingy!"

"Kinda sounds like you are," he pointed out. "Can't even get through a work day without pining for me."

"I wasn't pining!" I huffed, but he continued insisting that it seemed like I was. "Well, I was just about to suggest we get out of this bath, but now I think maybe you don't deserve what I was thinking of doing next."

"Get out? You just got in," Chris pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "What else have you got planned?"

Now it was my turn to smirk as I rested my hands on the side of the tub before pushing up until I was standing in front of him.

"A little extra relaxation," I told him, deliberately keeping it vague. "But I guess now, you'll never know."

I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my towel. With one last glance back at Chris who was still sitting in the bath, looking a mix of surprised and intrigued, I wrapped the towel around myself and left the bathroom - making sure to sway my hips a little more than usual on my way out.

I heard the water slosh as Chris leapt up to follow me and he appeared in the bedroom - towel around his waist and water dripping to the floor - moments later.

"Chris!" I laughed. "You're getting the floor all wet!"

"So are you," he pointed out. "But I don't care."

I hardly had time to take in his words before he strode swiftly across the room and pulled me against his chest. His hands gripped my hips so tightly that it undid my towel and he moved just briefly enough for it to fall to the floor. Once that was out of the way, he captured my lips in a kiss so fierce it made my breath catch in my chest.

I indulged for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming by body as his lips worked against mine, but then I remembered who this evening was supposed to be about. I pulled back slightly, just enough to trail my lips across his jaw and locked them onto a spot just below his ear as my hands moved to the towel around his waist. I could feel a slight bulge pressing against me - he wasn't hard yet, but it was clear that the anticipation was having an effect on him - and I untucked the towel and let it fall down with mine to give me easier access.

I heard Chris take in a shaky breath and felt him tighten his grip on me as I took him in my hand. Smiling against his skin and enjoying his little reactions, I stroked him until he was thick and full from my touch.

"Get on the bed."

Chris' tone was demanding and there was definitely a part of me that wanted to follow his instructions, but I resisted and moved my face away from where it was buried in his neck, shaking my head.

"No, this is all about you," I reminded him. "You need to relax."

He voiced a few protests as I kissed my way down his chest, but he fell silent as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands were clenched in fists by his side while I continued to gently stroke him, placing soft kisses on the top of his thigh, but when my kisses moved closer until my lips landed on his cock, his hands shot to grip in my hair. He wasn't forcing anything or trying to control my movements, but the sense of control that action gave him was something I knew he enjoyed and I smiled before getting down to business.

I licked him slowly from base to tip, making him shudder as I took him into my mouth. His hips twitched, pushing farther in and I did my best to accommodate him. Letting him slide slowly over my tongue, I stretched my jaw to get my mouth around his thick shaft. He always felt big - he was big - but this action made it even more apparent and I took as much of him as I could before sliding back up his cock.

Pausing for a moment to suck at the tip, I used my hand to stroke him as I lifted my eyes to look up at his face. His hand gripped my hair tighter as he threw his head back briefly, then returned his gaze to me and met my eyes. I smiled around his cock before letting my lips move farther down, taking him back in my mouth. Not feeling completely confident in my ability to deep throat someone of his size, I used my hand to cover the base and began to bob my head with renewed enthusiasm, spurred on by all the sighs and groans that were falling from his lips.

I could feel myself growing wet. His reactions, the position we were in, the slight tug of my hair - it was all overwhelming me and increasing the temptation to let him fall from my mouth, push him onto the bed and ride him until we both couldn't take it anymore, but I tried to stay focused as I worked his cock.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close as his grip on my head began leading me more and more, a sign his self control was waning. That only spurred me on, but as his breathing shifted until he was practically panting and I could feel his thigh muscles tensing where my hand was resting, I heard a sound that would kill any mood.

"Mama!"

Grayson's voice floated down the stairs. It was distant and quiet, but enough to make my blood run cold as I instantly pulled my mouth off Chris.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, a pained look on his face as I shot up from where I was kneeling. "Fuck, that kid has bad timing."

Gray called for me again, sounding slightly closer than he had before and I threw on one of Chris' shirts that was crumpled up on the bed. Luckily, it fit me like a dress and covered everything that needed to be covered.

"I'm so sorry, babe," I flashed him an apologetic look. "I'll take care of him and you can take care of that."

I gestured to his still very hard and throbbing cock and the poor man looked like he wanted to cry as I hurried out of the room.

Turns out, Grayson was just thirsty so after a quick drink of water, I tucked him back into bed. By the time I returned to our bedroom, Chris was fast asleep as he lay sprawled out, still naked on top of the duvet. It looked as if he had just collapsed onto the bed and even though he was asleep, his face still showed his exhaustion. I felt a flash of sympathy as I pulled the blanket off the back of the chair in the corner of the room and covered him up with it, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before climbing in to my side of the bed.

-

August

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[july-jackson]

Tove’s Prince

Short, smutty story. Loki/Ofc. 18+

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Tove balanced five large round plates of well-done steak in her arms, that she was sure were all for Volstagg. She could hear the rowdy laughter and chatter through the doors of one of the palace dining halls as she got closer. Using her shoulder to push open the heavy door, she was greeted by a loud cheer from the huge, red-haired warrior, who banged his fists against the table in eager anticipation of his meal. 

“Good woman, thank goodness you are here, I am wasting away,” Volstagg boomed. 

“Wasting away? Volstagg, you ate a whole roasted goat not more than an hour ago,” Sif exclaimed, rolling her eyes at the larger man’s relentless appetite. 

“Volstagg, as affable as you are, wouldn’t it be more acceptable to use the young lady’s name?” Loki spoke up from his seat directly across from Volstagg. 

All eyes on the table were on Loki, but Loki’s eyes were on Tove. She felt his unwavering gaze on her, her skin tingled with heat as she unloaded the plates from her arm. 

“If I knew her name, I would use it,” Volstagg answered back, ripping into one of the steaks the second she had put the plate down. 

“Her name is Tove,” Loki stated, still staring at her with piercing eyes. 

Tove’s eyes flicked up towards him, then back down to the table just as quickly,  He knows my name.  

“Tove? Would you please fetch more wine, Thor has almost drunk the lot and I’ve barely had a drop,” he asked, ignoring Thor’s annoyed expression. 

“Of course, Prince Loki,” Tove replied, hurrying out of the room. She closed the door and leant herself against it, taking a deep breath in to steady herself. She could still feel his eyes on her, as though he could see her through the door. 

Why was he staring at me like that?  

Whatever the reason was, Tove couldn’t shake the warmth that he’d created inside of her. Back in the kitchens, she leant forward into the sink and brought handfuls of cold water to her flushed cheeks.  

“Shouldn’t you be heading home, Tove?” one of the kitchen servants asked. 

“I’m just going to take some wine up to Thor and the others and then I’m done here,” Tove replied, wiping her wet hands on her apron. 

“They’re still going?!” 

“Oh yes, I don’t think they’ll be done anytime soon, either.” 

“I’ll get Arne to take over,” the older servant said with a sigh of irritation. 

Tove gave a sympathetic smile, nobody liked serving when Thor started a dinner party, they ate and drank for hours. She picked up the large pitcher of wine and several fresh goblets, hearing the older woman screeching loudly for Arne as she made her way up the steps. 

Back in the dining hall, she laid out the goblets and poured fresh drinks for everyone, starting with Thor and working her way around the table. Volstagg made an effort to thank her using her name, as did the others, but Loki remained silent. In fact, he didn’t even look at her as she stood by him to pour the red liquid into his goblet. There was a sudden coldness about his demeanour, it sent a chill through her. Before, his eyes had been burning into her, now there was no feeling in them, his gaze fixed on his plate instead. He mumbled his thanks as he pushed food around his plate with a fork, his silence was pronounced amongst the din from the others, but no one else seemed to notice. She left without a word, but she was sure that he had glanced up at her as the door was closing. 

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Once she got home, she kicked off her shoes and hung up her apron. Relief washed over her as she hurried up to her room, tugging at her dress until her flesh was exposed to the cool air. Something on her bed caught her eye, making her gasp, for it was not there when she had left the house this morning. She walked over to the single white rose that lay on her pillow and picked it up, there had been no one else in her house all day, a prickle of fear stabbed at the base of her spine, crawling up towards her neck. Tove looked around her room, opening cupboards and checking under her bed. Whoever had left the flower hadn’t left a note, she had no idea how they had got in or why they chose to remain anonymous. 

Tove took out a dagger from her bedside table and stashed it under her pillow, then slipped into bed, pulling the blankets all the way up to her chin before her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off.  

“Tove?”  

Tove spun round in the empty dining hall, there was no one in the room with her.

“Did you like it when I looked at you, Tove?”  

She knew the voice; it came from the shadows in the darkened corners.  

“Is that you, Prince Loki?”  

The fireplace in the room ignited, illuminating the slender figure of the dark-haired Prince.  

“You didn’t answer my question. Did you like it when I looked at you. Did you feel something?”  

Tove pulled at her apron, he was watching her intently as he flipped a dagger in his hand.  

“Yes...” she said quietly.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you. Louder.”  

“Yes! I liked it when you looked at me,” she repeated, more forcefully.  

“How did it make you feel?” Loki asked, tilting his head to the side.  

“Excuse me?” Tove blushed.  

“It’s a simple question. Did it make you burn inside? Did it make you want more?” he drawled, moving closer to her with slow steps.  

“I don’t want to answer that.”  

“Why not? Are you ashamed of what you felt?” he asked, right in front of her now.  

“No... I mean... I didn’t feel anything,” Tove stuttered.  

Loki leaned in, close enough for Tove to feel him against her. He reached behind her, his hair brushed against her cheek, and she stifled a shiver. He smelled like freshly cut wood and bergamot, the scent was heady. Before she could lose herself to the ripples of delight that radiated from her core, he pulled back, holding an apple in his hand.  

“Liar,” he smirked, slicing into the green fruit with his dagger.  

“What do you want from me?” she asked, observing him from under heavy lids.  

“Looks like our time is up,” Loki replied.  

“I don’t understand...”  

“It’s time to wake up,” he smiled.  

Tove blinked her eyes in the sunlight that streamed through her open window, the dream still fresh in her mind. She clenched her thighs together, her core throbbing in response to her arousal at the images her mind had conjured up. 

“What was that all about?” she asked herself aloud. 

She threw off her covers and stretched in the warm rays, there was little time for her to reflect on the content of her dream, she had to get to work in the palace kitchens. If she hurried, she could grab a quick breakfast from Signe before she began her work. 

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“Good morning, Signe,” she called out to the elder maid, the smell of bacon and eggs greeted her. 

“Good morning, Tove, help yourself,” Signe replied as she came out of the storeroom with her arms full of food. 

“Signe, let me help you,” Tove rushed towards the kindly woman, taking some of the items that weighed her down. 

“I swear, they eat more and more these days. Thor almost rivals Volstagg with his appetite,” Signe complained. 

“He’s a hungry one, that’s for sure,” Tove laughed. 

“Now eat, I’ll start the cooking. When you’re finished, can you prepare Queen Frigga’s fruit?” Signe asked. 

“The usual?” Tove asked, knowing what the answer would be. Frigga was always the first of the royal household to wake up, she always started her day with a plate of apples, berries and a few nuts. 

Signe gave a sharp nod, accompanied by a grunt of agreement. She was busy cracking eggs and whisking them up. Tove wolfed down the last of her bacon and started on Frigga’s breakfast, preparing them the same way she always did. She took the plate and began to leave the kitchens when Signe waved her hand and motioned for her to stop. 

“Can you take this to Prince Loki?” Signe said, moving a large omelette and a dozen slices of bacon to a serving plate. 

“Loki?” Tove questioned. 

“Yes, is that a problem? Arne isn’t here today, he slipped on some spilled wine in the dining hall last night, we’re the only two on breakfast right now.” 

Tove, along with Arne and Signe were the first three in every morning, they served the royal family until the other staff arrived to begin helping with the cooking duties for the Einherjar. Arne was usually the one to serve Loki and Odin, Tove was tasked with serving Frigga and Thor. 

“Not a problem,” Tove replied, taking the extra plate from Signe. Her heart jumped a little, she had never been in Loki’s bedroom before. Would he stare at her like he did last night? His words from her dream rang clearly in her mind. 

Frigga’s room was first, Tove liked her the most, she was always smiling warmly when Tove entered with her meal.  

She knocked at the door, “My Queen, it’s Tove with your breakfast.” 

“Enter,” Frigga replied, greeting Tove and taking the plate from her at the door. Tove gave a small nod when Frigga thanked her and moved on to Loki’s room. 

Her knuckles struck the thick wood, announcing herself, “Prince Loki, I have your breakfast.” 

“Come in,” he called. 

Unlike Frigga, Loki did not meet her at the door, he remained in his bed. Loki was leafing through a book as she entered, his wavy black hair hung around his face. The blankets on his bed were pulled up to his navel, the pale skin of his chest was on display. 

“Place it on the table by the window, please.” 

Tove did as she was told, staring straight ahead as she walked towards the table. She could feel him peering over the top of his book at her, his eyes following her across the room. 

“Tove, was it?” he asked. 

“Yes...” Tove whispered, her mouth dry. 

“Do you like it?” he said, placing his book down in his lap. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Working in the kitchens, do you like it?” 

“It’s as good as any other job, my Prince.” 

“You may go now,” he said, nodding his head towards the door. 

“Of course, enjoy your meal,” Tove said turning and leaving as quickly as she could, hearing him get up from his bed as she left the room. 

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Back in her house, her working day finally over, when she had eaten and washed away the remnants of the day from her skin, there was little for her to do. She thought about reading one of her books, but her mind was elsewhere, too distracted to focus on a blossoming romance between the characters in the story. 

Do you really believe that he’s staring at you because he wants you? You’re a servant, he’s toying with you, that’s what he does.  

The voice in her head was right, Loki was known for his mischief. The idea that he might be messing with her for his own amusement was not so farfetched. Before she climbed into her bed, she checked under her pillow to make sure that her dagger was still there. 

“What the...” Tove exclaimed out loud.  

Around the handle of her dagger was a gold bracelet, in the shape of a snake eating its own tail, its eyes were emeralds. She took it off the end of her dagger, inspecting it in the light. It was finely carved, stunningly intricate, detailed right down to the individual scales along the snake’s body. Tove placed it on the table at the side of the single rose that she had put in a slim glass vase. The bracelet was expensive, that much she could tell, far more than she would ever be able to afford. Again, there was no note, no indication of who had been in her room to leave the gift. She hid the dagger back under her pillow before she got into bed, feeling uneasy about the mystery gift giver. The last thing she saw as she fell asleep, was the green eyes of the snake, glinting in the low light. 

“Tove?”  

This time she was in Loki’s room, stood at the foot of his bed, Loki sat at the table by the window, eating from the plate she had brought that morning.  

“This is delicious, did you make this?” he asked, mouth full of omelette.  

“No, Signe did.”  

“Then I’ll be sure to compliment her.”  

“What am I doing here?” Tove asked.  

“I wanted to talk to you,” he replied, rising from his seat and sauntering in her direction, the light skin of his bare, muscular torso was illuminated in the moonlight.  

“About what?” Tove said, moving backwards but instantly hitting the frame of his bed. He moved in close, right in front of her.  

“This morning, you called me your Prince,” he bowed his head down to her ear, “Is that what you want? For me to be yours?”   

His voice in her ear sent a tingle across the skin on her face, he delicately traced his fingers up her neck, across her jawline, brushing dark blonde curls away from her other ear.

“All you have to do, is say the word,” he whispered.   

Feverish with lust, Tove didn’t move, she didn’t speak, her heart was beating so hard in her chest that she feared that Loki could hear it. The lingering sensation of his soft fingers on her skin, made her feel intoxicated.  

“You liked my gifts, didn’t you?” Loki continued.  

“Your gifts?” Tove asked, stunned.  

“I have one final gift for you, but you have to want it,” he said, his lips hovering over hers, “Now, wake up.”  

“ Noo,” Tove complained as she opened her eyes to the new day. She had no idea why her brain was tormenting her so, she had never dreamt of Loki, never thought of him that way before she’d caught him staring at her. She ached to relieve the pressure that had built at her core, there was no doubt in her mind now that she desired the prince. She knew that he wasn’t really the one who had sent her the gifts, that her mind had just created Loki’s revelation from her desire for him and her confusion over the mystery of her admirer. 

She had no work today, the whole day to do whatever she wanted and so she had settled on taking a walk to the meadows that were north of the palace. They stretched on for miles, you could spend all day there and not see another soul. Once she was dressed into slim black trousers, a thin grey tunic and ankle high leather boots, Tove packed her book and some food and drink, grabbing a soft blue blanket to lie on and another smaller blanket to use as a pillow. Before she left her house, she doubled back and grabbed the gold bracelet from her table, slipping it over her hand. 

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Tove walked for an hour, following a small river upwards towards the mountains, before she found the perfect place to set out her blanket. The meadow was filled with wildflowers of yellow and blue, the grass was tall enough that she could lie down and not be seen. She threw her blanket up into the air, shaking it a few times until it was straightened out. She had to roll around on the blanket a few times before the grass flattened beneath it, then she grabbed her book from her bag and the extra blanket, folding it up beneath her head.  

“Tove!”  

Tove opened her eyes, she was in the meadow, but the sun was no longer in the sky, she looked up to an inky black sky dotted with shimmering stars.  

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Loki’s voice came from behind her.  

“Did I sleep all day?” Tove asked, turning to face him.  

“You’re still sleeping,” he replied, bending down to pluck one of the blue flowers, he twisted it between his thumb and finger. 

“Oh...”  

“You’re wearing the bracelet,” he noted, gesturing towards the gold band around her wrist.

“Seems a shame to keep such a beautiful thing hidden away," Tove said, lifting up her arm to admire the golden serpent.

“My sentiments exactly,” he smiled.  

“Why do I dream of you so often?”  

“Because I want you to,” he said softly.  

“This is your doing?” Tove blushed, feeling flustered.  

“I’ve been watching you, you interest me,” he explained, running a slim hand through his dark hair.  

“Me? I’m just a kitchen servant.”  

“Ohhh, you are so much more than that,” he said, advancing on her.  

“Please don’t toy with me,” Tove said.  

“Toy with you? Do you think giving you that bracelet is me just toying with you?”  

“I hear stories, in the palace. You love to play tricks, to tease people.”  

“If this was a game, you’d know about it,” he wrapped a hand around her waist, lowering the both of them onto the soft grass, “Do you want this?” he whispered into her ear.  

Tove trembled beneath him, nodding fervently.  

“Say it, out loud, tell me that you want me,” he demanded.  

“I want you,” she said quietly, her breath hitched in her throat. 

“Then wake up...”  

“Noo... Not again,” Tove complained, squinting in the sunlight. Her book was resting against her chest.

“Hello, Tove,” Loki said, standing over her, his shadow falling across her face.

Tove jumped at the sight of the prince hovering over her, “Prince Loki, what are you doing here?” 

He moved to the side, no longer blocking the sunlight from Tove’s eyes, she winced at the brightness. 

“I was out hunting with Thor, but I spied a much more valuable target,” he smiled and Tove felt a weakness that made her head feel fuzzy. 

“Well, I’m sure that Prince Thor would be disappointed at you abandoning him for a servant.” 

“He won’t mind, besides... I still have my final gift to give you.” 

Tove went cold, all the dreams, the mystery gifts, they really were Loki’s doing all along. 

“That really was all you? Why the secrecy, why didn’t you come to me in person?” she asked, sitting up as the revelation sunk in. 

“I enjoy the chase; it makes for excellent foreplay. And... I’m here now, in the flesh,” he said, circling around the edge of her blanket. 

“My Prince, I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for.” 

“I’ll decide what I want. You said it yourself, you want me. Why deny yourself the pleasure?” Loki shrugged.

“That was just a dream.” 

“That I created, for the sole intention of taking you for myself. Would you like to be mine, Tove?” 

Loki didn't wait for her answer, “There is no answer that you can give me that your own body hasn’t already told me, you could try to lie to me, but you'd be betrayed by your own heart. I can hear it, fluttering away beneath your breast, I can see the lust in your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your quickened breaths."

Tove knew he was right, and he was in complete control of her, all she had to do, was say the words he wanted to hear, “I want to be yours,” she answered, unable to contain herself anymore. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he grinned, kneeling down beside her on the blanket, “I’m going to have you, right here.” 

“Outside? In the open? My Prince, what if someone sees us,” Tove said, looking around. 

“No one will see anything,” he said, bringing his lips down to hers. 

The electricity that surged through her as their lips touched, was almost too much to bear. Her body arched upwards in an effort to get closer to him, he responded by wrapping an arm around her and lifting her up onto his lap, sitting back so that she was straddling him. Loki deepened the kiss and pulled at the belt around her waist until it fell away. Running his hands up inside of her tunic, his fingertips trailing up and down her spine, she gave a shudder of pleasure. His hands moved to the edges of her tunic, breaking the kiss briefly as he tugged it over her head. Her clip fell from her hair, sending blonde curls tumbling around her shoulders, Loki tangled his fingers in them, pulling at her head until their lips met again. Tove ran her fingers up the nape of his neck, eliciting a moan from his lips that vibrated on her own, she kissed him more forcefully in response. 

Loki buried his face in Tove’s neck, planting light kisses beneath her ear and then tracing his lips softly across the smooth skin of her collarbone until he reached the top of her cleavage. His mouth inched slowly downwards, Tove gasped as his tongue flicked over the tip of her breast, still confined in the soft cotton of her bra. A blissful tingle radiated outwards across her chest. 

Tove gave a small cry when he suddenly stopped what he was doing, “Don’t stop.” 

“Beg me,” he said, his voice low but firm. 

She wasted no time in complying, “Please, my Prince, I’m begging you... I want more.” 

Pleased with her response, Loki ripped off her thin bra, casting it aside. Tove threw back her head, grinding against his lap as he took the soft pink nipple of her breast in his mouth, his tongue grazed along it as he sucked gently. He moaned as Tove writhed slowly, she felt the hardness of him beneath the leather, longing to feel it against her bare skin. He pushed her upwards to stand her up, getting back onto his knees and pulling her pants and underwear down to her ankles. Tove stepped out of each leg and kicked them behind her, Loki was looking up at the gift he had just unwrapped, taking in the sight of her naked body in the sunlight. 

“I want to taste you,” Loki growled, nestling his face between her lips and letting his tongue glide between them. 

Tove’s legs almost buckled right there, but her held her steady, his hands gripping onto her behind. He kissed gently at her clit, giving a gentle suck now and then, while Tove’s fingers found their way into his hair, her hips bucking forward firmly as an exquisite warmth developed at the base of her spine. Her movements became more urgent, she was desperate for release. 

“Not yet,” he said, pulling away and getting to his feet. 

His clothes disappeared in a flash of green, and Tove witnessed the prince in all his glory. She had little time to enjoy the visual feast, for he had her in his arms again, lifting her up with ease. His strong arms made her feel weightless, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms draped over his shoulders. 

“My Tove,” Loki whispered, pressing himself up against her entrance. 

She kissed him hard, with a hungry desire, a silent permission to push further until he was deep inside of her. He nipped at her breasts lightly while his fingers dug into the flesh on her hips, guiding her steadily up and down, his cock sliding against her slick folds. There was a heat between them, in the places where their skin touched, their bodies moist with sweat. Their movements became faster, more erratic as they both lost their minds to the burning of their building climaxes. 

Loki’s head was resting against her chest, his hands splayed across her back, holding her firmly while she rocked herself up and down, her clit was rubbing against his abdomen. 

“Tove,” he moaned, passionately. His hips jerking rapidly upwards into her, his body trembling with each deep thrust. 

“My Prince,” Tove cried out, finally losing control in an explosion of overpowering pleasure. Her centre pulsed and she shuddered wildly. 

Loki’s eyes flashed as he watched Tove slip into a blissful abyss, her head rolling backwards. He continued his fervent thrusts, his lips hovering against her breasts as he fell from the precipice with loud groans of ecstasy. 

Loki lowered himself to his knees, laying Tove down on her blanket and lying next to her. He trailed his fingers over her stomach, waiting until her breathing had slowed and she was back in control of her senses. 

“You’re mine now,” he said with a wide grin, his playful eyes sparkling as he lifted her hand to his lips. 

“I’m yours.” 

[littlemessyjessi]

“Chasing Jessi”:  A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 10: “Go, Go, Go!”

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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While Quidditch in December was most definitely accompanied by frigid temperatures....the excitement wasn't any less intense. The roars of the of the houses were deafening- particularly Hufflepuff and Gryffindor who happened to be against each other at that moment. And in the midst of the Gryffindor stands was a certain brown haired, green eyed girlfriend. "Yeah, Siri! Get 'im!!!!!" came the roar of excitement as Sirius sent a bludger hurtling towards the Hufflepuff team. Jess had always gotten so excited during Quidditch matches that poor Lily serious considered hexing her for her own good. At that moment in time, the redhead was quietly watching her very new boyfriend, James Potter, race through the air as lead chaser...and dealing with the excitement of her nearly ravenous best friend. She was to her right and poor Peter was on her right. Remus cleverly having opted to sit just behind them so as to not be in her line of fire. "Go, Jamie, Go!" Jess bellowed leaning forward and almost toppling out of the tower. "Sit down!" Lily admonished her. "You're going to fall to your death! "I'm fine!" she grumbled but clutched her cheeks when the Hufflepuff team intercepted James' throw. "Trick, you dirty rotten little cockroach!" she growled. "I thought he was your friend." Remus piped up behind her with a smirk and she whipped around to literally hold his face in her hands for a moment as she stared at him with her big luminous eyes. "Remus, darling, sweet baby kitten that you are...I would maul YOU to death if you cross me about my favorite quidditch teams." she said to him sweetly before whipping around, "Come ON! GET HIM, SIRI! GET HIM! YESSSSSS!!!!!!!" Lily did not miss the look on Remus' face or the quiet 'I think it's more likely I'd maul you.' that he mumbled. She took a seat to serve him with a rather pointed look. "Yes?" he asked her cautiously. "Out with it." she said. The two of them watched the girl nearly squeeze Peter to death in celebration when Sirius managed to knock a chaser off her broom and James scored another point. "S'nothing." he said burrowing down into his book....which Lily had no problem just savagely ripping away from him. For those that loved Lily, they knew that while her heart was very good....she could be one fierce mother fucker when needed. While it's a running joke that she should've been in Ravenclaw for her smarts...Jess always tells her she should've been in Hufflepuff....because she'd badger the hell out of you when she wanted something. Lily sighed impatiently. "I'm in no mood for games, Remus Lupin. I'm cold. She's crazy. And she ate all my popcorn." "It's just...I never really had a chance to befriend Jess much before." he admitted to the ginger next to him. "Sure, the two of you are close but she's always off looking for some new creature or with Sirius. I've always WANTED to be her friend but I just always thought I was too quiet and she was too wild. And so I've always stayed away...but now... I just worry...I worry that if she ever finds out about my-" he rambled. Lily nodded knowingly. It was only last year that she had figured out that Remus was a werewolf but she assured him that it didn't change anything between them. She could understand his fear of losing friends because of it. But Lily KNEW that wild child in front of them.

She probably knew Jess better than she knew anyone else. "Listen, Remus. You don't have to tell her. She's smart. She'll figure it out. But don't worry about it. I know her. She's very accepting. I mean- she's dating Sirius. And who would've thought that THAT would ever happen?" "Probably the same people that always knew you'd end up with James." the usually quiet boy teased her. She rolled her eyes, "Oh shove off, Lupin." "Thanks, Lily." he said. "Really." She nodded and scooted closer to him. "I swear on Merlin's beard." she grumbled. "If I survive this game, I'm forcing James to take us all out for butterbeer immediately." Remus chuckled, "Agreed." The crowd erupted as the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch and Jess just about lost her mind. She jumped into Peter's arms momentarily before nearly clobbering Remus when she literally jumped on him. "We won!" she screeched whipping around wildly. "We won! We won! We won! Yassss! Feel my wrath!!!" "Good grief!" Remus laughed as he tried his best to hold her and keep her from killing herself, "I don't remember her ever being THIS excited before." "Well, it could be because she'd dating a player this year." Lily said slightly amused at the brunette trying her best to do a handstand on poor Remus' lap. "It's not." The four of them turned to look at the Quidditch captain smirking at them. "What do you mean?" Peter asked. "I gave her sweets before the game." he smirked evilly. "James Potter!" Lily snapped at him. "How DARE-" He cut her off with a whistle to Jess. "Come on, weirdo. I promised you a ride if we won. Claim it now or - " he said. "I'm coming!" she said terrifying Lily when she just jumped over the railing and into James' arm. "Ooof!" he gasped. "Give a bloke some warning, would ya?" "Serves you right." Lily snapped. "Feed the child candy and then encourage her to leap from great heights. Shame, James. Shame." "Eh, he just doesn't know how to handle her." The five of them looked over at the beater. Sirius grinned at them all, "Prongs, get off my girl." "Hello, snookums." Jess grinned as she leaned back on James’ broom and looked at him upside down. "Hello, pookie." he teased back. "You two make my stomach churn." James groaned. "Snookie poo, Jamiekins is jelly welly of our loves." Jess teased. "Aw, Pwongy Poo." Sirius teased him. "Does someone have his antlers bent out of shape?" "Antlers?" Jess questioned and Sirius bit his lip. She didn't know about Remus or the animagus forms. The panic was clear on Remus' face. He wasn't ready to tell her. "Inside joke, love." he tried to reassure her and more importantly, distract her. "Come on, love. Let's go get some cocoa." "No more chocolate!" Lily admonished him. "Bye, Lilypad!" she called out as she climbed from James to Sirius and the two love birds sped off. Lily sat down with a hand to her heart. "She's the only person I know who would willingly CLIMB or LEAP from broom to broom forty feet in the air." she sighed. "She does willingly seek out dragons..." Peter trailed off. "I mean, I love her and all but she's weird and we all know it." "Hey, she's my best friend!" Lily said. "...but yes she is the WEIRDEST person I know." "But the sweetest." James interjected, surprising them all. He only shrugged in response. "Listen, I know she's nuts and she's a lot to handle but have any of you REALLY ever been rejected by Jess. Yes, she's been mad. She's called me more than one name before mind you....but nothing I've ever done has ever broken our friendship." he said. "She slapped you not too long ago." Peter piped up. "Only because she thought I wasn't deserving of Lily." he said. "She went through hell for me. Put her feelings for Sirius aside for our sake and then the  only time she really blew her top was when she thought Lily's feelings were in jeopardy. No, she's not perfect...but are any of you?" he said. James ran a hand through his hair at the silence. "I swear, only you lot would be able to turn my clearly magnificent quidditch win into some big sap." he smirked. "I knew I should've just went with them. They're crazy but at least they're fun." Lily shooed him away and told them they'd be down soon before the three of them headed down with the rest of the students. Each lost in their own thoughts but none so involved as Remus. He knew to be a true friend he'd need to tell her soon. And whatever happened....would just have to happen. Down on the pitch, Sirius was carrying her around on his back and Remus could swear he could see her pupils dilated from the cocoa he'd undoubtedly given her.

Oh, the absolute horror she’d undoubtedly unleash on them all. 

And he couldn’t wait. 

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Chapter 9

Chapter 11 

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Hello my darlings! I hope you’re well and you enjoyed this wee chappie! I’d love to hear your thoughts! I definitely wanted to include some more Quidditch into this story.  Show the icky sickly sweetness of Jess and Sirius, a deepening bond between James and Jess as well as a budding friendship between Remus and Jess.  He needs someone who he can be silly with and love him unconditionally.  

And on that note..... I may have a little surprise for you.   Remus may get a very Jess of his own.  Still zany and still a Jess but a different story line, different background and a different Jess.  What do you say to sweet Remus lupin and literally the craziest little werewolf he’s ever met? 

But anyways, back to this Jess,lol. 

How is everyone feeling about it so far?  I’d love to hear from you! Please feel free to comment, reblog with your thoughts and/or smash the ask box! Hearing from you makes my day!

All my love darlings!

Kenny

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Love, Kenny

Also, try and tell me this ain’t Jess Scamander energy right here. 

Also, Christmas and wintery themed chappies coming soon.......

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BTS as FWB

Hyung Line

My sister and I were talking about this yesterday so I thought I'd do a post about how bts would handle being a fwb (spoiler alert they all catch feelings eventually)

**Also I take requests for BTS and maybe Monsta X so hmu in my asks, fam**

Hyung Line (Maknae Line coming up bc this got Loooong)

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, alcohol tw

Word Count: 1,779

Namjoon (RM)

If it was your idea, he would be so down like "yeah of course who needs relationships?" but low-key he wanted to confess to you 5 seconds before you suggested an arrangement

Puts that mouth to WORK

Likes it a little rough but nothing that would leave bruises or hickeys that's for amateurs

He has a downright filthy mouth this boy will have you clutching your pearls with the nasty shit he'll say (you love it)

Late night convos, this boy will text you at 3am not for a booty call but just to talk to you

He's more of an emotional booty call than just sexual, he'll come to you when he's stressed or upset

Don't get me wrong, he'll fuck your brains out but expect lots of pillow talk, especially if he's been drinking

Takes you out for coffee, will buy you breakfast, insists to his friends he isn't dating you since he doesn't take you out at night

You're the only one he's fucking, though he flirts a lot

If he runs into you at a club and you're dancing with someone else, God help you

He won't be mean just stupid charming, doing his best to lure you away for a night of crazy sex

If it doesn't work though, he'll be high key salty, pouty, whiny

You'll get texts until daylight because he'll keep drinking, imagining you with someone else

He might show up at your door at 6am, shitfaced, honestly

"Did you bring that clown home? No, I'm not jealous, I just wanted to talk to you."

You're weak so you let him in and he spends all day at your place recovering from his hangover

He will only admit he's caught feelings if you do first or if he thinks you're getting serious with someone else

If you go on dates he'll pick a fight with you about nothing and when you're yelling at him he'll just kiss you senseless.

"I love you, ok?"

You start dating him before you even know what's happening the smartass manipulative little shit

Jin

The biggest fuckboi of the group don't @me

He's a pro at this

After he got cheated on all his relationships are fwb arrangements and they always catch feelings first

Not you, though, you know he's a fuckboi and you know what you're in for

This boy will make you laugh during sex he's never serious he'll make you come while you're giggling over some stupid shit he said

Sexts, sexts, sexts

He will never stop dirty texting you while you're in an inappropriate place like work or dinner with your family

God forbid you tell him you're going on a date, then dick pics and sexts galore

He's not jealous, he's territorial, he wants to be the best you've ever had (he is but you would die before you'd admit that)

This boy is not even a little exclusive with you, at least not at first

He'd invite you over to meet his friends and be shook at how well you fit in

You start playing video games with Jungkook and when Kookie starts looking at you with stars in his eyes Jin goes all possessive puppy

All over you at all times he's not ashamed of you he just isn't ready for a relationship

Like Namjoon he will use you for emotional comfort too, although his pillow talk will be mostly jokes and flirting

Your convos don't get too serious unless he's had WAY too much to drink

Then he tells you about his ex and shit gets real for a second before he wakes up the next morning his flirty self again

He gradually stops texting the other booty calls he has on lock, just telling himself you're better in bed, that's all

Finds out you have another fwb when he comes to your house at 3am drunk

He is SO salty, there is less salt in the Pacific ocean

He's whiny and pouty and shading the other dude constantly

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous I'm just wondering why you bother with him, he's ugly."

But if he hung out with you and the other guy would not let on ONE bit. Makes friends with him, I easy going even if he's a bit touchy feely with you

But low-key stares at you like a kicked puppy when no one is paying attention

His friends are all like "what did you do to him?"

YOUR friends are like "what'd you do to him he looks so heartbroken"

He only admits to catching feelings when you get so fed up you say it's done and you are over it

He gets mean when he sees you with the other guy on a real date and says some cruel shit

You are D O N E

Block his number done

He will 100% show up drunk at your house

He's cute so you let him in and he really does look like a kicked puppy

Honest with you for the first time bc he's scared of losing you

"I still don't know if I can trust anyone enough for a relationship but you make me wanna try it. Don't cut me out."

Yoongi (Suga)

He would only agree to a fwb arrangement if he had some feelings for you

He's not the type to fuck around with a girl he can't see himself dating

Definitely the fuck and run type at first zero pillow talk

Absolute master with his hands and fingers LORD

Not too vocal during sex but it makes him crazy when you are if you want him to nut fast you just gotta moan his name

Won't say anything non sexual unless he's drinking even then it's low key like "You look pretty tonight."

Texts you for booty calls like "hey dumbass wyd"

Will not take you for coffee or be seen in public with you, bc he's worried you're ashamed of him, not the other way around. Otherwise why wouldn't you date him?

You have no clue he likes you. Absolutely none he barely talks to you unless he's horny

He loves it when you booty call him he's so smiley and sweet when that happens

He's so soft to you when you get too drunk at his house party and throw up

He sits behind you as you hug the toilet and strokes your hair for hours

You're shocked to wake up in his bed since he has a strict no overnights rule

Scolds you for drinking so much but brings you breakfast in bed and is low-key a sweetheart through your hangover

You: shook. Your heart: full

You don't tell him you're seeing other people until he point blank asks you. When you say yes, he just nods

"Good we always use condoms then."

Will ignore you and be kind of a dick when he finds out but that's not uncommon so you are still oblivious

If you wait on him to admit to catching feelings you will die waiting

Only one way you will find out

One of his dumbass friends lets something slip when they're drunk (It's probably Jin)

You're complaining about how he's ignoring you at the party

"Bitch he's so whipped for you his lockscreen is your selfie."

You cannot believe it

You think it's bullshit

You end up sleeping in Jungkook's room that night bc you fell asleep whupping his ass at Mortal Kombat

The next morning somebody is slamming every door in the house and throwing dishes around.

Jungkook's door is open so he saw you cuddled up to the maknae

He big mad

When you finally get him to talk about it (probably days later)

"I just don't want you fucking my friends it's messy."

You only find out the lockscreen shit is true when you grab his phone by accident

He knows you know he fucking BAILS

Books it outta your life for like a week

The only way you pin him down is by texting him a paragraph about how you like him too

He kisses you so sweet when you see him next and he's all smiles and affectionate

You're dating now, that's it, no need for discussion

RIP Kookie tho he'll never trust him again despite you telling him a thousand times nothing happened

Hoseok (J-Hope)

He agrees because he is literally down for anything

Definitely a good time this boy is so much fun in bed

Will try anything once and I mean ANYTHING

You wanna tie him up? Definitely. You want him to eat whipped cream off your tiddies? Tell him when and where

The world's biggest switch don't @me

Has a thing for public sex, loves to finger you on a dance floor

Y'all do everything together, everyone thinks you're just dating

He's a big goofball with you in public, v affectionate

He's your best friend and you're his

Y'all don't take anything seriously when one of you is upset you text each other dumb selfies and fuck it out next time you hang out

Never drunk dials you you won't even know he's out until you see him on the dancefloor with some girl

Y'all compete to see who can dirty dance with the most people before you go home together

Feelings? He's never heard of them

Least likely of all the boys to catch feelings first

Would take him FOREVER to realize he actually likes you

I'm talking y'all have been fucking for MONTHS before he catches on

If he gets jealous he'll just think it's bc he's competitive

If you make him sad by not hanging out with him he'll think he just wants the attention

Feelings hit him like a brick when he finally realizes

You're in his car jamming to his latest track and you're singing and dancing like a fool with your hair flipping around and all of a sudden it's like the sun shines only on you

The boy is SHOOK

He gets real quiet

Scary quiet

You think he's mad but when you ask him he blows you off with a smile saying he's tired

You don't hear from him for a couple of days

He's pacing around his place and trying to process, talking to friends and trying to decide what to do

Everyone tells him to just tell you ofc

Confident boy is not used to feeling insecure he's hesitant.

"What if she doesn't love me back?"

There's no dramatic reveal

He really just asks you on a date

A REAL one

Nothing much changes, honestly, he has always been your bff and being your bf is just a bonus

[psycheswritings]

Nothing’s Fair in Love and War - Nine

Title: Nothing’s Fair in Love and War

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Daphne Scott (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, a little misogyny and a lot of angst.

Word Count: 4795

Author's Note: So, how have you all been? Good, I expect. This chapter is a little, well, angsty. There is a lot of emotions going around and things start to go wrong for everyone. I will post the playlist for the fic soon but I warn you, I'll break your heart there might be some spoilers in the lyrics. The music recommended for this chapter is "Big Guns" by Ruelle. A big, huge thank you for everybody who still reads the fic even after nine ass long chapters. Be prepared for a lot more. As always, this haven’t been proofread, so feel free to report any mistakes back to me; warnings are expecific for each chapter; tags are at the end of the post and if you want to be added, let me know. Also, your feedback is also highly appreciated.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Tommy discovers that Arthur and Michael are in prison and confronts Campbell about it. When Daphne discovers the whole ordeal about Arthur's prison, she and Alfie have a discussion that doesn't end all that well.

Nine

Things were going smoothly for the Shelby family - the pubs in London were earning a god profit, the exportation of the alcohol had encountered no hindrance so far and then there was Daphne, that had finally give in to his advances. Tommy should have expected that something would go wrong, because things had always been like that for them. It had been this way when his mom died and his father ran away, it had been like that with the war, this time was no different.

“We had a deal.” He entered the church to find the irishman on his usual spot, reading the newspaper. “Hey! We had a fucking deal!”

“I would think that you would moderate your language in a place of worship.” His tone didn’t conceal the disdain and Tommy has had enough of the attitude, so he rips the paper out of Campbell’s hands and throws it away, pointing a finger to the policeman’s face.

“We had a fucking deal.”

“Mr. Shelby, if you read the papers, you might have seen that the Home Secretary has got himself into a bit of a fizz about certain moral issues. Prostitution, protection, racketeering, drinking, cocaine and, of course, gambling. He has demanded results.” As the Irishman lectures, Tommy starts to pace around, breath uneven, trying his best to not let his anger take over. He had to think of a way to get them out of this situation.

“You offered me protection. You promised me protection.”

“Well, no, you see it was Mr. Churchill that made you that promise. And the Home Secretary outranks him, so…” Campbell observes as Tommy walks around before saying. “And I can hardly be blamed if your demented brother decided to go on some sort of blood orgy during dinner.” The little patience that the gangster had was gone and as he approaches the policeman he is already shouting at him.

“Don't fucking lie to me! Do not sit here in your fucking church and lie to me!”

“You will need to contain your emotions or this meeting is at an end.” Tommy faces Campbell for a moment, his only wish is to put a bullet through his head, has been for a long time, but he tries his best to regain his composure, stepping back from the man and turning his back from him, resting his hands on the benches on the other side of the aisle. “Good. That's better. So, let us review the new situation. I have your brother in a prison cell charged with the murder of Billy Kitchen. The case against him is strong and I have no doubt that his destiny is to hang. And then there is Polly's son, Michael. He has already admitted to helping Arthur burn down the Marquis pub. He was a tough nut to crack, that boy, but crack he did. So I have your brother facing the noose, I have your cousin facing five years for arson. And I have your entire organization in disarray in Birmingham and in London.”

“What do you want?” Tommy asks, facing the policeman again.

“What do I want?!” Campbell looks at the gangster like he is not making sense at all. “I don't understand.”

“I have already agreed to do your fucking killing for you. Now, what is it you want from me?” Tommy’s voice is low and he punctuates every word. Campbell stands up from the bench to get closer to the gangster and the younger man just observes him, trying to conceal his anger.

“There you go, you see. An agreement is not the same thing as an assurance, now, is it? You see, I found I wasn't sleeping so well. It wasn't just the smell and the noise in that room, no. It was the nagging doubt. The knowledge… The knowledge that Tommy Shelby is not afraid to die. Therefore, the threat to your own life might not be enough to make it certain that you will obey me on the given day. I needed also the power of life and death over your family. And that I now have. Your brother, your cousin and your sister. I have known her address in Primrose Hill since the day she moved i, she is safe only as long as I want her to be. I have been ahead of you every step of the way. And, as my father used to say, to make sure your dog obeys you, you have to show it the stick once in a while.” He holds his cane up, as to illustrate his words, before walking out of the church, the echoes of the walking stick filling the air as Tommy stands there, weighing down his options.

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“Tommy, Arthur is in solitary confinement. Michael is in the remand wing of…” Lizzie follows him when he enters the office, but he is only partially registering what she is saying to him, the sound of the telephone ringing on the background.

“I already know. Get out, shut the doors.” She does as he says and Tommy sits on his desk, hands resting on the wood, eyes observing the telephone before he picks it up.

“Tommy? It's me. Tommy, can you hear me?” It’s impossible to not recognize the voice and the gangster is not sure about the way it makes him feel.

“Yes, Grace.”

“I think you called. I haven't slept.” He takes a deep breath before answering.

“Grace, this is not a good time.”

“I can call you back.” There is a hint of desperation on her voice, like she is clinging to something, a thread of hope perhaps. He should expect that, between her proposal before she left to America and the letters she kept sending him even when he didn’t answer none of them, even after she married, but part of him still felt a little surprised by her tone.

“No, it's fine. It's all right.”

“Can we meet?” The words had barely left his lips when she talks again and something occurs to Tommy - maybe this is the chance he has to balance things between him and Campbell and find out once and for all how he feels about her.

“Yes. We'll meet.”

“When?”

“Grace, there are some things I have to do first.”

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Tommy entered the Shelby house to find Polly sitting at the table in the room connected to the betting shop, smocking. He walked past her, entering the other room where John, Esme and Finn where waiting. Stooding near the table, hands behind his back, he prepared himself to survey the damage containment. “John?”

“The coppers have lifted ten of our men in Camden Town, the rest of them are on the run.”

“Tom, they've taken Michael.” It was Finn, clearly worried about his cousin’s situation.

“Business first.”Was all Tommy said to his brother to silence the boy.

“They took Michael last night...” Polly got up from her seat, clearly exasperated by the fact that her son was now in jail. All she wanted was a way to get him out, business be damned.

“I said business first.”

“They picked him up…” Tommy didn’t let her finish, raising his voice and looking at her as he said.

“Polly, business first!” She leaned into the doorframe, restless, her nephew ignored that, turning to look at his brother. “John?”

“They took all our whisky, so no doubt they'll be supping that for Christmas. They've impounded all our vans, put their own locks on the warehouse. The Eden Club and all our pubs have been raided by the coppers and handed back to Sabini and Solomons.” He paused for a moment, then continued. “The Black Country boys think it was Arthur that killed Billy because that's what the coppers told them. So there'll be no more free passes for our whisky boats.”

“I don't give a fuck about whisky. I don't give a fuck about Billy Kitchen. I want my son out of prison. Now.” Polly came forward talking directly at Thomas.

“Thomas, I spoke to Johnny Dogs...”

“This meeting should just be family.” The older woman interrupts Esme, not boring herself to look at the girl.

“I can help.” John’s wife protests but Polly directs her answer to Tommy again.

“It's family only, she is not blood, Tommy!”

“Let her speak.” The gangster says, trying to maintain his voice low.

“Or is this a business? Have you forgotten…”

“Enough!” He screams looking at his aunt. “Enough, Polly.” The man turns to his sister-in-law. “Esme?”

“I spoke to Johnny Dogs. The Lees are kin.”

“The bloody Lees!” Polly exclaims, not believing that Tommy is really considering the offer.

“They can give us men!” Esme argues.

“We don't need more fucking men! It's men that have done the damage! It... It... is men fighting like cockerels that have put us here in the first place.” Tommy just ignores his aunt outburst, knowing that she is not thinking rationally because of Michael’s situation.

“Esme, I'll take up their offer. We need men.” He takes a brief look at Polly, who stares at him, shaking her head before taking a step closer to him.

“If Michael ever gets out of prison, I am taking him away from this family. For good.” She marches up to Finn, taking the young boy by the arm, all the while Tommy observes her, quiet. “This life is bad. This life is all bad.”

“Aunt Pol, what are you doing?” The youngest Shelby protests as she forces him out of the room with her.

“Shut up and walk.” There’s just him, John and Esme on the betting shop now. They listen to the door opening and then closing. Tommy leans his hands into fists on the table, before sitting down on the chair in front of John.

“Thomas? Should I go and speak to Queen Mary Lee at the Black Patch?” Esme takes a step closer to her husband, watching as Thomas rests his elbows on the table, hands intertwined together in front of his mouth.

“Yes.”

“She can give us soldiers for a few nights.” She says and he just murmurs.

“Mm, good.” Fingers moving restlessly as he looks down onto the table, mind racing to think of solutions.

“John, go and bring up the car.” The other Shelby looks up at his wife, that just nods her head towards the door. He gets up from the chair, giving a last glance at his brother who is still silent, then he picks up his hat and leaves. Esme walks to the door to certifie herself that he really left before coming back to the table and inclining herself on the table to get closer to her brother-in-law. “Imagine riding away, Thomas. Living the real life, you know? Your Gypsy half is the stronger. You just want to ride away.” Thomas looks up at her, just observing quietly as she talks. “France is the new place for us, they say. Lot of metal lying around still. Guns and trucks and spent shells and things. Then you go south. Saintes-Maries, where the Black Madonna is. My brothers go sometimes for the fair. It's like a home for us. They still let you get lost there.” He lowers his hands to the table and leans closer to her, speaking low and calmly.

“I've been to France, Esme. So has John. Now get your coat and go with your husband.” The gangster just observes her for a moment, before taking her face between the fingers of his left hand. “And if you ever talk about getting lost again, I will cut you from this family.” After he releases her, Esme looks around, as to make a point, before speaking.

“What family?” And then she leaves and Thomas can’t help to think that she is not all wrong.

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Daphne doesn’t see Alfie before going to the bakery that morning, what she finds a little strange, because they usually go to work together, but she brushes it off as overthinking. Yet, things get weirder as she approaches the bakery and all the man go dead silent as she passes then. She ignores it too, like she ignores the little remnants of blood on the floor and the fact that Ollie seems more nervous than usual around her. That is until she has to get out of her office to ask something to Ollie and overhears a conversation between two of their employees - a conversation about the prison of one of the gypsy brothers.

She stops dead on her tracks, the two men see her and look at each other like they’ve just seem a ghost, until Ollie shoo them away, looking back at her with a very frightened expression. It’s then that it all comes weighing down on her - Alfie’s extrange behavior for all these past months, the fact that he wanted her out of the house last night, his cold demeanor towards her since the wedding.

Ollie tries to intercept her when she starts walking again but there is no stopping her as she storms through the corridor to Alfie’s office. Her breath is uneven and she has a hard time recognizing what exactly is the feeling bubbling under her skin - is it anger? Or maybe it’s betrayal but she can figure it out why she would feel that way. When she opens the door, unceremoniously, Alfie immediately looks up from whatever it is he is working on. He nods at Ollie, who is standing right behind her, and the younger man leaves, closing the door.

“You already know then?” There was no reason to pretend he didn’t know why she was there, he had been preparing himself for that all morning. Alfie reclines himself back into his chair, letting his glasses fall to his chest as he looks at her. She doesn’t sit on her usual chair, right in front of him, doesn’t think she can, not in the state she is in and that is his first sign of what is about to come.

“That’s what you’ve been hiding from me all along?” If he didn’t knew her so well, Alfie would think that she wasn’t unsettled by the news. Standing there, in the middle of his office, speaking to him without raising her voice, her speech did not falter, like this was just a normal conversation about the business and not the questioning that he knew it was, Daphne showed few signs of the raging battle roaring inside of her. She had always been good at concealing her feelings even when she was a kid, having been raised to be a proper lady, not letting others know that underneath all that pretense lived a real woman with real feelings.

“I knew you would vouch against it if I told ya.”

“Then you just decided that it was better to do it behind my back?” It was already bad enough to think the exact same thing on his head, hearing her said it out loud only made things ten times worse and he kinda hated himself for that.

“Look, love, I’ve told ya we were going to use them to win the war and then get rid of the fucking gypsies, haven’t I?” Rolling her eyes she asked him.

“Sabini is not a problem anymore then, is he?” Alfie almost swore under his breath - she was too damn perceptive, he had been fooling her for far more time than he thought was possible. The Jew took a deep breath before stating.

“We’ve made an agreement.” She laughs, humourless, hands resting on her waist before she traps him in her gaze.

“An agreement.” A pause. “Let me guess, he promised you that our bookies could go to Epsom this year in exchange of your help to get rid of the Blinders?” Daphne waits for him to say something, which he doesn’t, and she caughts herself massaging her temples as she paces around the room. “And like all the other times, he will deceive you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I?” She snaps at his tone, walking to his desk, standing between the two chairs and propping her hands, closed into fists, on the wood.

“We have a written deal.” He tries to hold his ground but stops as he hears her laugh again, mockingly.

“A written deal, of course, how haven’t I thought of this before, huh?” Her hazel eyes search for his blue ones. “Tell me, Alfie, this is what you call winning a war?”

“What do you know about winning wars, Daphne?” He regrets the words the moment they left his mouth, specially when she flinches away from him, taking a step back from the desk.

“I know plenty about war, Alfred, you know that better than anyone.”

“Daph…” The Jew almost gets up from his seat but she stops him before he could finish the movement.

“Don’t.” Turning her back to him, Daphne closes her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, trying to keep her cool. “What did you do?”

“We’ve taken all of the clubs back and Arthur is in prison.” She looked at him from over her shoulder.

“For what?”

“The murder of Billy Kitchen.”

“That was your plan all along?” She hears him exhale loudly before his voice is heard.

“Not in detail, but yeah, it was the plan since the beginning, aye.” 

“And you didn’t told me before… why?”

“Because you’ve turned soft, Daphne.” When she turned to face him his expression had changed, it’s like he was telling her something that is obvious. “I knew that from the moment that that fucking gypsy put foot on this bakery.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I knew you wouldn’t accept the deal with Sabinni because of Thomas.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk, hands intertwined, venon in his voice.

“Tommy has nothing to do with me thinking that this deal is bad for us.” She snaps back at him and this time he is the one who laughs.

“He has everything to do with it, love, because you love him.” He pauses to gauge her reaction. Daphne shakes her head in denial.

“You are out of your damn mind.”

“I am out of my mind?” He stands up, leaning onto his fists, his tone of voice higher than before. “Are you even hearing yourself and how much of a hypocrite you are being, huh? How’s he any different than all the ones we betrayed before him, huh? I will tell you the difference, the difference is that you’ve let yourself fall in love with him, that’s the fucking difference, innit?”

“You know me well enough to know that I would never let my feelings get in the way of the business.”

“You don’t deny it then? You do love him, don’t you?” She doesn’t answer him and that only seems to add fuel to the fire. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were already sneaking around with him, huh? Opening your…”

“STOP!” Her scream seems to get him out of his trance and the hurt in her eyes is like a knife to his heart. “Don’t say something that you will regret later. Don’t make me hate you, Alfie, because I don’t know if I can come back from that.” They just stare at each other for a long moment before she speaks again. “Why do you keep me around, Alfie? Why do you keep me around if you truly believe that I will betray you at the first opportunity I have?”

“Because I made a fucking promise…” His tone is lower and solemn but she doesn’t let him finish.

“Fuck you and your promises. It’s not me you have to worry about, Alfred, is yourself.” His expression softens and Alfie almost takes a step back at the sheer force of her words. “You push everyone around you away, always have something up your sleeve to try and gain something from everybody. You want to call me a hypocrite, fine, maybe I am, but so are you. Because you stand there, looking at me and talking about fucking promises when you’ve been lying to me for months in a row and even after all these years that I’ve been nothing but loyal to you, you have the nerve to look me in the eye and tell me that you’re afraid I would betray you for somebody else.”

“Daph…” He walks around the table to get closer to her but she steps back, not letting him talk or get closer to her.

“If I really wanted to do that you really think I would choose Thomas? That I would have waited all these years listening from everyone how crazy I was to still be around you, hearing people calling me your mistress and God knows what else behind my back. If I really wanted to betray you, Alfie, I would have done it a hell lot sooner, because that’s all that Sabini has been waiting.”

Silence fills the room and neither of them is really sure how many time has passed when she speaks again.

“I’m going home. I’ll be there tomorrow morning, don’t wait for me.” He reaches for her as she turns to leave, catching her wrist on his hand, forcing her to face him.

“Are you leaving?” There is a certain level of desperation on his voice and there is no mistaking the worry in his blue eyes, she almost caves in.

“Yes, I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?” Daphne takes a deep breath, holding his gaze.

“To a hotel. I need some time alone. I will still come to work, you don’t have to worry about that.”

“It’s not about the fucking work I’m worried about, innit?” There is silence again and she recognizes the conflict on his face. “And if I don’t let you go?”

“I’m not asking for your permission.” She breaks away from his hold and walks to the door while Alfie waits for her to look back. She doesn’t.

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“Where've you been?” Ada asks her aunt as she enters the room and sees her taking a bath.

“I went to the Spotted Dog in Digbeth for a glass or two of rum.” The younger woman observes her aunt and frowns, asking.

“Was it one glass or two?”

“It was three.” Polly looks around. “Where's the baby?”

“Sleeping.” Ada reclines herself into the couch. “More like five.” The older woman groans lightly, lifting her arms from the water to rest it on the rim of the tub ad look at her niece.

“It was more like six.” She reaches for the cigarette, resting on the ashtray on the table near her. “Did you meet the maid?”

“I talked politics with her, she got bored and went to bed.” They both chuckle at Ada’s statement. “I phoned James. He talked to the lawyer anyway. He said he'd take Arthur's case for free, so we don't need Tommy.” The older woman exhales loudly, clearly disturbed by the topic. “Pol? We'll get Michael free, as well, I promise.”

“There's no need, they're letting him out in the morning.” Her expression changes to something somber and Ada frowns, worried. “Do you still talk to Daphne?” The question sounds strange to the young woman, but she answers anyway.

“Yes.”

“Then tell her that the best thing she can do is stay away from your brother. She is a nice girl, has certainly suffered enough. There is no future for her besides a man like him.”

“Pol, why…”

“If the baby wants anything at night, ring the bell by the bed. She gets paid to work twenty four hours, that girl, she's getting lazy. Well, take advantage if you're nice.” Ada observes as her aunt leans into the tub and concludes that the best think she can do is leave her, so that’s what she does.

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Daphne doesn't sleep that night. She tosses and turns on the bed, restless, thinking about her fight with Alfie and how the Shelby’s might be dealing with all the trouble, until she decides that there is no reason to stay laying down when no sleep will come to her. So she gets up and sits on one of the armchairs by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey on her hands, eyes focused on the fire burning there.

She recalls the words exchanged between her and Alfie that morning and starts to question herself about his accusation. Had her judgment of the situation been tainted by her feelings towards Tommy? Had she really let herself be blinded by love, like Polly had waned her? She, who always had done her best to conceal her feelings from everybody and leave her life dealing with things as rationally as she could?

The burning of the alcohol down her throat brings her back to the present and she hears the banging on the door. Daphne tries to ignore it, thinking that it might be Alfie or one of his man. She doesn’t have the strength or the patience to deal with neither now. Then she hears talking and all of a sudden the doors opens and Harriet comes in - no makeup, loose hair and wearing a simple plain gray dress, a worried expression on her face.

“What happened?” The courtesan closes the door behind her, approaching the other woman, taking a sit on the vacant armchair. Daphne turns her face to look through the windows, noticing that is already dawning, she haven’t noticed how many time she had been there.

Harriet looks around before fixing her gaze on her friend again - the bed is disheveled but just one look at Daphne says enough for her to know that the woman hadn't had a minute of sleep in the past few hours. Her legs are pulled up on the chair, closer to her chest, hair messily tied in, an empty glass of whiskey in her hands.

“Ollie called me in the middle of the afternoon saying that Alfie was beyond himself and that you had left.” There is still no response, the only reaction she gets from Daphne is that she rests her head on the back of the armchair, body relaxing into the armchair as her gaze falls onto the fire. “He keeps saying that he fucked up and that he doesn’t deserves your trust but he refused to tell me the meaning of it.”

“We fought.” Harriet is almost giving up, preparing herself to leave, when Daphne’s voice resounds on the room.

“That much I could tell.” Hazel eyes focus on her and the courtesan sighs. “What about?”

“Thomas.” Daphne pauses, inhales deeply before moving to serve herself another glass of whiskey. “Well, I thought it was about the business, but you can say that the main reason was him.” Harriet says nothing, waiting, because she knows that pressing her right now is not the best of choices. “Did you knew?”

“Knew what?”

“About his plans to serve the Shelby’s to Sabini on a silver plate.” They look at each other for a moment before Harriet answers.

“No. I had my suspicions that he would do something about them soon but he never told me anything.” Daphne only hums in response, taking a sip of her drink. “What did he do?” The other woman sneers.

“He made a deal with Sabini so our bookies could work Epsom this year. They have raided all the clubs taken by the Blinders and Tommy’s older brother is in jail, framed by the murder of one of their men.”

“Oh my…”

“That’s what he had been hiding from me all these months.” Daphne downs the rest of the whiskey, observing as she turns the glass in her hand. “I told him that Sabini was going to betray him like he has done so many times before and he told me that I was being a hypocrite questioning his actions because we have done that before.” She takes a deep breath, looking at the fire again. “And that I was only doing that because I loved Tommy.”

“What the fuck! Alfie is out of his damn mind?!” Harriet gets up from her sit, takes the glass from Daphne's hands and pours whiskey on it, taking it in one gulp.

“He is not.” The courtesan turns to face her friend, who is still sprawled out on the armchair.

“What…”

“He may have said some things that he shouldn’t, but he is not out of his mind.” Daphne’s expression is devoid of emotion and she is calmer than she had been on the previous day. “The thing is... The thing is he is right, Harriet. Alfie is right. The only difference between Thomas and all of the other people we betrayed is that I love him.”

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[shibuyaghostnight-moved]

ok im talkative, i wanna talk about the first crush baseball play and what i liked/would change/all that other hogabalooga its under the cut

first off, i LOVE how all the characters in this play were basically just the natsugumi members on stage, it didnt feel like they were playing a character at all they were just themselves. i rlly felt the personalization and how tailored this play was FOR natsugumi and i hope everyone gives tsuzuru and lil forehead kiss for his hard work, this play was so well made

i like how love is kinda the motif in this play, but i dont think it was like... mentioned enough within the play? theyre ‘in love’ with nationals, theyre ‘in love’ with baseball, theyre ‘in love’ with washimiya, and for the two leads let’s admit it, theyre in love with each other.

everyone having a thing for washimiya is such a funny running gag too, i wish it was mentioned more, it wouldve also give more room for her to set her place as the manager. of course the scene where she stands in for inoue shows her perseverance, but i think a repetition OF that said perseverance wouldve absolutely driven the story further into why everyone loves her and praises her, and ESPECIALLY for the two leads who desperately are trying to impress her.

which leads me into the leads themselves, akiyama and inoue couldve been portrayed a lot better if it was like... hm.. if they were like trying to go to nationals because of washimiya at first, as most of the play its about wanting to impress her and win her over. but eventually towards the end, its about impressing one another, with them forming a battery wanting to win nationals could be staying together and making it to the top as a battery. even THEN akiyama does mostly want to play baseball just for himself as he alone as a passion for baseball, which is fine, but it wouldnt hurt to incorporate washimiya and inoue into his motives.

unrelated, but i like the idea of everyone being head over heels for washimiya, and the entire play being this idea of being ‘in love’ and akiyama and inoue are sure as hell in love... just not with washimiya. like uehara will go “hey isnt washimiya sooooo pretty?” and akiyama will go “yeahhh.....washimiya...” while staring at inoue as he puts on his gear. i refuse to believe these characters were straight. 

im absolutely obsessed w the akiyama’s line of ‘i can still pitch!’ and how closely it relates with kumon. it drives me fucking nuts i wish i could project to u the kumon scene that plays in my head when i think of that line. ofc i cant be too harsh on this part bc it is just a lil chibi play so they cant fit a lot, but i consider that line to be the peak of the play and the biggest climax, so it couldve been done more justice w some build up or smth idk. 

another misc thing that bothered me was the lack of development for the other three. of course there was a brief mention of ono wanting to become less timid, enomoto practicing on his own time and uehara just overall starting to show up to practice. but i think putting them on the scene where theyre playing for nationals wouldve been the nail in the coffin to show how far theyve gotten. i get that that scene is a very heavy akiyama and inoue centered scene, but if they even had a cameo before akiyama begins pitchings, it wouldve been better i think.

tldr:

- the plays characters were written so perfectly for natsugumi<3

- love is the play’s motif, but it shouldve been mentioned more so it was more obvious. 

- this love motif also leads to wanting to impress washimiya, then later wanting to impress the rest of the team

- akiyama’s climatic line shouldve had more buildup

- the other 3 characters shouldve had more development

[minsungsfork]

Playing Around

Genre: Hybrid!Stray Kids AU, Fluff ofc

Summary: You’re out for a walk with the maknae line minus Jisung and the wolves decides to mess around, until one of them gets hurt

Warnings: None

A/N: Another request from an anon (*^ω^*) thank you for requesting, I hope you like this 💗

Gif does not belong to me

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It was the day when the boys are out on your backyard, all in their animal forms as they all run around; playing with each other. Now you’re out for a walk with the maknae line—without Jisung, since he insisted in staying on his favorite tree while snacking on nuts.

Jisung now regrets it, feeling bored since the rest of his hyungs are all laying down; doing absolutely nothing. “Hyungs, let’s play I’m bored,” Jisung asked the boys through telepathy which is commonly used by hybrids on their animal form. “Let’s not, I like laying down. The grass feels so warm,” Minho purred, rolling his body against the grass.

But Changbin seemed to agree with Jisung as the raven wolf pounced on his fellow wolf. This sudden attack surprised Chan but this didn’t stop him in playing back. Therefore, the silver wolf jumped back, making both of them roll around the grass.

Jisung wanted to join, already coming back down until Woojin, who layed under the tree Jisung was in moments ago, stopped him by grabbing his tail. “Don’t. You might get hurt, you’re too small for them.” Woojin placed Jisung on his shoulder to watch the two wolves playing around. “Hmph.” Jisung decided to accept his fate and sat on Woojin’s shoulder.

The two wolves, on the other hand, were running around with Chan chasing Changbin. The older caught up and blocked the younger one, snarling at him. “Go on, try to take me down,” Chan challenged. Changbin accepted; rushing to the alpha who quickly avoided but was caught off-guard when Changbin tackled him on his side, lightly biting on his fur.

Chan quickly squirmed out of Changbin’s grip. “Nice one, but you have to try harder,” he complimented the other, encouraging him further.

Jisung was now whining, wanting to play too. Irritated with the squirrel, Minho went and grabbed Jisung; placing Jisung beside him. Then he nibbled on the squirrel’s tail causing Jisung to squeak. “Hyung! Not the tail!” Jisung continued to squirm under Minho who had no intention in stopping.

Changbin letting out a whine stopped the teasing resulting in the three looking at the two wolves. “Chan! What happened?” Woojin stood up and walked towards them. “I accidentally bit too hard. Sorry Changbin,” Chan explained, licking the part where he bit. “It’s okay! I’m fine!” Changbin reassured everyone.

“I think that’s enough playing, let’s go inside now,” Woojin told the boys before morphing back to his human form, the rest of the boys doing so too.

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After they went inside, they ate and lounged on the couch. Minho and Jisung were both playing a video game while Woojin, Chan and Changbin sat on the couch with their phones on hand. “Changbin, are you sure you’re ok?” Woojin pointed at his arm that’s still a little swollen even after placing an ice pack. “Yep! Don’t worry hyung,” Changbin went back to his phone after answering Woojin.

Chan looked at Changbin before throwing his arms around the younger boy’s neck, locking him. Changbin yelped then laughed after, making everyone stare at them. “They’re always like that,” Jisung mentioned, resuming back to their game. “Minho hyung! That’s cheating!”

Woojin shook his head in response; scrolling back on his phone. He almost jumped out of his seat when Chan abruptly stood up, Changbin following after.

“Bet you can’t chase me around,” Chan challenged, again.

“Game on.” Then the two started running around the house like little kids, with Woojin as the screaming parent.

“Just wait ‘till Y/N comes home!”