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DIY Sawdust brick kiln experiment : Take One

Okay so! As you may have noticed, I've fallen back into ceramics, and I am loving it! Last christmas, I made my dad a hand to hold one of his father's pipe out of clay, but I didn't have a kiln on hand, so it was raw clay, and I gave it to him with the promise one day, we'll try and make a kiln ourselves to cook it.

Well! Summer's back, and that day has finally come!!

After the smallest amount of proper research humanly possible, and armed with enthusiasm and total hubris, I settled on building a sawdust brick kiln, simply because it requires the least amount of skills and work, and is completely dismantlable. I stole all of my knowledge from this Potter Wheel tutorial (thank you so much!!), scouted the internet for reclaimed bricks unsuccessfully, grumpily settled on buying fancy new ones, and finally, we got to work.

The concept is really simple. Stack the bricks to assemble a chimney of sorts, stuff it with as much sawdust as you can, set the whole thing on fire. A pyromaniac's dream.

We placed all of our stuff at the bottom, on a layer of sawdust, filled the rest, lit it up, covered it once we were fairly sure the fire wouldn't die on us, and waited.

A whole bunch of grandkids were there too (you can see some little feet on the pictures) so we turned this into a cookout opportunity, because why not, and it was delicious

That being said, I am sorry to report the fire went out around 11:30PM, only about 8 hours after we started it, meaning we were 4 hours short on the amount of time we wanted it to last. We left the kiln to cool down over night as planned, but I was already fairly sure we did not achieve full cooking.

Here's what it looked like upon opening the next day (and I feel like an idiot because I got exited and moved some of the things before taking a picture, so their placement is not quite right, which could've been relevant... --')

We have:

two rimmed vase shaped vessels (that a friend of mine threw, I'm not there yet)

two small bowls

the most famous hand

and two hand built pouring bowls (with the handles) I made waay back that were bisqued but not glazed

So 5 raw clay pieces and two cooked ones. The idea was to see how different things would react, and see what I could learn from it.

First and foremost, I'm happy to report we had no breakage! Now, does that mean we managed to avoid any kind of thermal shock, or that we did not get enough heat to cause said thermal shock, I'm not entirely sure.

We definitively got some nice coloring on the bowls and vases, and the shine on the bottoms (that were trimmed and inadvertly polished in the process because the clay was a bit dry) makes me think we acheived at least /some/ cooking? They sound less dull when flicked, but we're still far from the bell like sound of thoroughly cooked clay.

The bigger vase got some nice petroleum shine that is also encouraging, but as you can see on that same third picture, and on the rim, it cooked completely unevenly, and all the light clay is still raw and dissolves and smudges when I rub it with a damp cloth. This is were I'm pissed at myself for messing with the placements of the pieces when I opened the lid, because the obvious explanation would be that the uncooked bit faced the walls of the kiln, but I can't be sure.

The hand, despite being in the middle of the kiln because I knew it would be the hardest to cook, is in fact, the least cooked one of the lot. I'm not at all surprised, modelling takes a lot more clay, and it is way thicker than the other raw pieces we put in. But the finger tips and edges give me hope that, with a little more time, we could cook it through!

The most successful piece is the smaller vase. It's still not ringing clear as fully cooked clay should, but it definitively got the most out of this firing, thanks to my friend's consistent and thin throwing.

As for the two pouring bowls, I forgot to take pictures, but most of the blackening and coloring washed off, and I can't say I'm surprised. They too have pretty thick walls, because hand coiling, and I really don't think we reached enough heat to cause the already cooked clay to react. Still, it was interesting to try!!

So all and all? I think we did pretty well for a first attempt!

The next obvious thing to try is to make the kiln bigger to allow for more combustible. Not sure when we'll be able to try again, probably not before september, but we'll get there!

In the meanwhile, I'm thinking of sacrificing one of these pieces to get a better idea of how much it did or did not cooked by leaving it to sit in water and see what (if anything) survives. Can't choose which one though. Help?

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . INTERRUPTED ; — you find your alone time with multiple tokyo revengers characters being interrupted.

FEATURING: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, haitani rindou, sano manjiro + sanzu haruchiyo.

warnings: f!reader, exhibitonism, bonten!timeline, shin owns his bike shop, phone calls / being walked in on, cock-warming, sort of possessive behaviour in sanzu’s, ch-oking. note: hewo :3 i am v happy w how these turned out i think so i hope u guys enjoy hehehe <3

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO

shinichiro could never fucking say no to you, you just had to give him one of your pretty little looks from underneath your lashes and he was like fucking putty in your hands.

it’s like you knew exactly how to get to him, made just to tease and test his own self control and fuck—turns out he hasn’t got any at all, because now your usual little afternoon visit to see him at work has ended up with his hips pressing flush and tight against your own as he sinks his cock into the warm hug of your pussy.

it wasn’t normally something that bothered shinichiro, but when it’s only 2pm on a friday afternoon and he’s just heard the bell on the front door of his bike shop ring to alert him of another customer. he’s pretty sure they might find a problem with the fact he can’t deal with them because he’s balls deep in you in the back shop.

you feel the deep press of your boyfriends cock against the sweet spots inside of you when his next thrust stutters, followed by another languid withdrawal of his hips before he’s rolling them back into you at an even slower pace. but he swears he feels you squeeze even tighter when the sudden ring of the bell at the front desk rips you both from your blissful, hormone-drunken state.

“just a sec..” shinichiro calls as his fingers squeeze almost painfully at your hips and he’s pulling back to give you a lidded look from under the messy mop of black hair framing his flushed features. you shudder when you feel the cool metal of his chain leave your too hot skin but he still doesn’t pull himself away when your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “f-fuck, angel, gotta let me go.. quit squeezin’ so tight.

“but shin, ‘m so close.” you babble through your pouty lips and even the fucking sound only seems to lure him closer as he offers you another stuttered thrust and he grits his teeth. another ring of the bell accompanied by another sinful squeeze of your walls around him and shit— he wished he’d just closed up for the day. god he is fucking whipped.

“mmm—fine, angel. shit— jus’ gotta make it quick, alright? make it up to ya later.”

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI

your trip to hanma’s office had started somewhat innocent, it was always down to him when you ended up spread out on his desk atleast — not that you can be blamed when he’s so infuriatingly handsome, amber lidded gaze never once leaving yours as soon as you enter.

it’s the same look that he’s giving you now as you sit spread out for him across the paper work that he couldn’t give two shits about right now. he’s still dressed apart from his unbuttoned slacks — just enough to free the heavy strain of his cock but still a stark contrast to the way he’s stripped you of everything — offered you up to himself like a luxury meal he’s about to devour, and you almost shudder with how exposed you feel before you melt at his touch again.

“you miss my cock that much, babydoll?” hanma goads, smirks as one of his large palms, sin squeezes at the flesh of your thigh so he can push you wider. you can barely offer him words with the way your desire weighs heavy on your lungs, a weak little nod that only makes his grin twitch even wider as he wraps your thighs around his hips.

“such a helpless little thing, can’t cum without me doing all the work.” it was almost uncharacteristic for him to give into you so easily, he liked you begging — crying for him to finally fuck you but any suspicions soon melt when the fat head of his cock finds the entrance to your flexing pussy.

you gasp and hanma growls as he sinks carefully up inside you, punishment taking its usual place around your throat as he squeezes lightly at the sides — he always said it was your prettiest fuckin’ necklace afterall. his other hand on your hip pulls your hips closer to his as your back arches and his cock feels like it sinks into you forever. he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch against the wood, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

but just as you find yourself floating into a blissful state, almost consumed completely by him — you jolt when there’s a sudden, sharp knock on his office door and his fingers around your throat squeeze a little tighter before he chuckles.

your wide-eyed as you look at hanma but he doesn’t stop, he looks amused and there’s something dark, wild in the same familiar amber that looks over you when the next knock is accompanied by him forcing your walls to spread open wider for him. “s-shuji.” you try, a small plea for him to tell him he’s busy — to do something, anything.

but then you only feel him press into you deeper, looking at you from over the frames of his glasses before he’s urging your head to tilt back — palm pressing tight against the middle of your throat as he drags you along his cock with the other.

“came here to cum didn’t you? better tell ‘em.. or. else.”

✩ ˛˚ . HAITANI RINDOU

rindou is fucking late, he knows as he gives the watch underneath the expensive fabric of his suit a lazy, lidded look from underneath his lashes. it’s not that he was stuck in traffic or anything, hes at the venue for the executive meeting atleast — hes just far too fucking obsessed with the way you’re bouncing on his cock as he sits in the front seat of his fucking car to actually leave.

ran’s definitely going to kick his ass, he thinks before it’s replaced by the next particularly sharp connection of your hips — warm hug of your pussy reducing him to low grunts and growls as every thought in his head is consumed by only you instead.

“fuck sake, i gotta go princess. but shit, got the sweetest lil fuckin’ pussy.” rindou hisses through gritted teeth as he lets his head fall back against the headrest — his violet gaze heavy underneath his mused bangs as it focuses on the way your pretty tits jiggle everytime you sink back down onto his heavy cock. he’s gotta go, but why can’t he bring himself to fucking move.

“so close rin!” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well hes fucking you and it does wonders at drowning out the way his phone is vibrating in the passenger seat — his hands preoccupied with dragging you along the length of him instead.

“yeah? lemme see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.” the ragged tone of rindou’s words feels like it drips through you as the muscles in his well trained body shake beneath you. his pace is unrelenting as he begins to meet each of your thrusts with heavier ones of his own, fingers squeezing tight into your hips so he can push his cock even deeper into you with every wet connection.

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout my cock, princess? already made me fuckin’ late, gotta make it up to me.” rindou groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch. your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the walls of the car and fuck— he wants to ruin you. but his next harsh thrust stutters when there’s a sudden knock against the drivers seat window that makes his head twist quickly, because despite the dark tint and the condensation from you both — he knows who it fucking is.

“oh little brother? hm, don’t make me drag you in here.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANO MANJIRO

you think it’s warm, comfortable when you’re curled up in mikey’s lap — a place that had become one of your favourite despite how many people feared him. but he was different with you, softer as his slender fingers trace up the length of your spine — making you shudder as his cock rests inside the intoxicating hug of your walls.

it was a nice sort of routine, like a little ritual than always seemed to keep him grounded and it was some of his favourite moments with you — sacred moments with you. you pull back to give him a pretty, drowsy sort of look and you almost melt completely when it earns you a relaxed sort of expression in return followed by a small smile. “manjiro.” you begin and he swears the use of his full name from between your lips makes him shudder as something warm licks at the base of his spine.

“hm?” it’s low the hum that mikey offers you but you only sigh contently before you’re urging yourself closer, letting yourself bask in his hold as his arm around you proceeds to tighten as his lips rest against your temple. “it feels good, you’re warm.” he drawls and the whispered affirmation makes your insides ache before the next squeeze of your walls is pulling a shuddered breath from the man beneath you.

but just as you get comfortable in the blissful atmosphere in the room, it’s interrupted suddenly by the harsh wrap of knuckles against his office door before a particularly scared looking gang member scurries in after. he opens his mouth to speak but the cold look your boyfriend gives him seems to make the words die in his throat before he cuts him off completely.

“i’m busy.” mikey’s tone is blunt, ragged and a stark contrast to the softer one that he seems to reserve only for you as his fingers continue their ministrations along your skin. but you find yourself tensing when his words aren’t followed by the sudden unwanted company leaving, something that your boyfriend picks up on when instead they proceed to try again as they stutter out something unintelligible.

“didn’t you hear me?” there’s authority in the sharpness of his tone this time and it leaves no room for argument — only an apology as the gang member bows before leaving, probably mentally preparing himself for the visit he’ll be receiving from sanzu later no doubt. but you find yourself relaxing into manjiro’s embrace again as soon as you’re both alone again, hearing him sigh before it’s followed by a sudden, deep kiss of his cock as he shifts beneath you.

“so annoying. i’m comfy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANZU HARUCHIYO

“haru..” you gasp from where sanzu has you hips pressed tight against his desk — swiping his fingers softly through your folds as he drags the pad beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud until he can see the way your thighs twitch. it was insane, the way he’s toying with you — playing with your pretty cunt like you’ve got him fucking hypnotised.

“i know, angel. just real pretty.” he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside. he rewards you with a sweet little kiss against the puffy bud when he’s not met with much resistance, grinning at the even sweeter little whine it pulls from your pouty lips.

“such pretty sounds, perfect fucking pussy.” sanzu’s fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy with the soft affirmation from his scarred lips. it was intoxicating to see a man so dangerous turn to fucking putty when he was between your legs and gazing up at you from under long lashes.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds as he pants, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up — complimenting every twist of his wrist with kitten licks like you’re the sweetest thing hes ever fucking tasted. it was rare for you both to get some alone time, he was a busy man afterall being bonten’s number two and you forget just how fucking good he makes you feel — making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulders so easily.

but just as you let yourself melt back onto the heavy wood behind you, fingers smoothing through the bubblegum roots of sanzu’s hair before you pull — you’re jolted from your blissful state by the sharp ring of his phone in his pants. you hear him click his tongue before he’s spitting out a curse, but he continues to sink his fingers into you as he struggles with the device, swiping at the screen as he swirls tantalising circles into your clit with his thumb.

“what the fuck is it?” he spits and fuck— you swear the sudden boom of his voice makes you even wetter as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, making his scarred lips twitch into a wild grin as he hums. you can tell he’s barely listening to the caller, not important enough for his attention so you know it’s not mikey, but his attention remains on you despite the way he addresses them. “fuckin’ do something about it then, im busy.”

you’re so fucking wound up, moans muffled behind your lips despite the way sanzu’s so desperately trying to drag them out of you before he’s resting the phone face up on the desk beside you. you’d assume he was done, but you can still hear the faint voice on the other end and the hooded look he gives you is dark before he’s suddenly burying his face into you, drinking up everything you offer to him despite the way his sharp gaze cuts up into you as he grumbles out a warning.

“keep that pretty mouth quiet, angel. those sounds are for my ears only, wouldnt want to have to kill that sorry bastard for hearing what’s mine.”

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Creed Imagine:

There is a sex tape with Adonis and his girl released to the internet.

Warnings: Smut.

This will most likely end up being two parts because I’m trying to shorten my imagines so that I don’t burn myself out. This is the first Adonis Creed imagine that I have done in a long while. This was a request from my girl @therealmrsmbjordan​

Adonis Creed’s ex-girlfriend of two years, Y/N, is now dating celebrity personal trainer, Jamal Anderson. The new couple were spotted in LA entering a red Audi R8 after celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday during a dinner party at Yamashiro; a Japanese restaurant in Hollywood...

Anger thrummed through Adonis’s veins while reading a Shade Room post about his ex girlfriend. Paparazzi took 10+ photos of Jamal and Y/N boo’d up on the hood of his car with their tongues down each other’s throats. The last photo is a picture of a visibly wasted Y/N giving pap’s the finger like she always did whenever she was seen with Adonis out in public. 

What did she expect? You were just dating a professional athlete; a celebrity about five months ago. What really has molten anger rolling through Adonis is Jamal’s hands all over Y/N’s ass, face, and titties. Each and every photo Jamal has his hands on the warm, sweet flesh of his ex. Adonis grits his teeth and clenches his fists. That’s where his hands should be. He should be the one stroking her silky brown skin with his calloused hands. 

“You wanna finish this last session out, Donnie, or do you plan on being on your damn phone?” 

Adonis cut his dark brown eyes at the son of his father’s trainer. Tony ‘Little Duke’ Evers' tall, lanky body came into view with an annoyed look on his face, “Who’s the one that has a fight coming up? Not me.”

“Chill, Unc, I’ve been training for two hours,” Adonis says with an abrasive tone, “Some shit just came to my attention…”

“Shit that can wait. I got two new guys that I need to train; guys that you want to promote, remember? J’Leon Love, Charvis Grant…” 

“You’re not about to keep talking to me like you own me or some shit,” Adonis stands to his full height and intimidating weight making his uncle look like a five year old kid, “Like I said, I have something more important on my mind right now-

“This,” Tony shows Donnie the post on Shade Room about Y/N with a smirk, “She moved on, so can you.”

Adonis kisses his teeth, grabbing the front of his Under Armor shirt to wipe sweat from the tip of his nose. Yeah, clearly she did move on. Didn’t take her long at all to hop on some new dick and leave Apollo Creed’s legacy in the wind. 

“Just forget about that bitch and let’s put in some work,” Tony slips adonis his Hayabusa T3 boxing gloves in black and gold that are snatched from his hands, “J’Leon is a hot-head just like you...work with him for a little while, see if he can keep up with a Creed.”

“J’Leon better keep up,” Adonis responded before giving his uncle a sly smirk, “I can use a human punching bag right now with how pissed off I am.”

“Don’t make the boy go home second guessing becoming a pro boxer,” Tony playfully jabs Adonis in his eight back abs before blocking a lead hook from Adonis that would have caught him in his ribcage. Adonis strolled back to the boxing ring that is 3 to 4 feet from the ground and 20 feet wide with the Delphi boxing Academy logo centered in the middle. Ducking his body, Adonis climbs inside between the ropes,  approaching J’Leon sparring with Macky, one of Tony’s good friends. 

“Remember, one step at a time, one punch at a time,” A sweaty faced Macky says to J’Leon, “You usually do so well, what’s up with you today, young man?”

“Less talking, more sparring,” J’Leon starts delivering crosses and uppercuts to macky with all of his might, a wheezing sound escaping his mouth with each punch so that he doesn’t fatigue himself. Macky shoves J’Leon back with his Everlast punching mitts, causing him to stumble and blow air through his cheeks.

“Ayo, J’Le,” Adonis holds his arms out with a confused look on his face, “This is how you train signed under me? You’re supposed to be an elite fighter, right? Get up.”

J’Leon looked daggers at Adonis while standing back up, the 168 lb super middleweight boxer shaking out his arms. Adonis is much bigger than him, a super heavyweight at 215 lbs. He chuckled at J’Leon’s fierceness before getting into his orhtodox stance, his left foot and left hand in front of him. Tony places his mouth guard in his mouth before Adonis circled J’Leon in the ring. Adonis hits J’Leon with a quick jab and a left hook, J’Leon’s shoulders squared too much leaving Adonis room to hit him. 

“You ain’t see that coming did you?”  Adonis says with a slight lisp from the mouth guard, “Try and hit me back, J’Le, come on.”

J’Leon came at Adonis with a left body hook that Adonis easily deflected while bouncing on his toes. 

“You want to be a champ like me you better come at me harder than that, nigga,” J’Lean started charging Adonis with sloppy jabs, Adonis swiftly dodging them before hitting J’Leon with a hook. The outer ring grew crowded as they snickered at J’Leon’s anger stricken face. 

“Something is definitely on your mind, man,” Adonis takes off one of his gloves to help J’Leon off of the ring floor but he refuses, standing on his own two feet. 

“Look, I was in the same position as you, J’Le. I remember walking in here five years ago and challenging Danny Wheeler to a fight. He had me on the floor just like you with the keys to my car in his hand.”

J’Leon looked like he wanted to kill Adonis but instead he walked away and out of the ring.

“Next time I won’t be so easy on you then!” Adonis yells after J’Leon’s retreating body. 

“I don’t know about this one, Adonis. He seems too weak for Creed Promotions,” Tony whispered to Adonis.

“That sounds like something you said to me when I came asking for help almost five years ago, remember that?” Adonis reminds Tony, “Charvis seems to be taking my advice though.” 

Both Tony and Adonis watch Charvis practice on one of the speed bags, finally doing it the proper way. 

“I’m gonna do a little more for my session before I leave, let me know how it goes, Aight Unc?” 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know. You're coming in tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“Of course! I’m supposed to be doing an interview with sports illustrated.”

Adonis exits the ring himself and decides to use the new set of punching bags from Everlast. Adonis circled the Powercore Dual Bag before delivering quick jabs and rear crosses. He exhaled when punching and striking, the heavy hissing, grunting, and exhaling coming from his core, sweat rippling over the chiseled peeks of his eight pack. He tightened his core while breathing before going back at it with jabs that he would deliver to his opponents body in the ring. 

“Ayo, Donnie,” Cory, Adonis’s personal trainer and nutritionist walked over with his phone in hand, “Why is Jamal Anderson talking shit about you to TMZ?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Adonis says with sweat flying from his skin with every powerful blow of his fists to the bag. 

“Well, he got your name in his mouth,” Cory played the video, holding it up to Adonis’s face for him to see, “This nigga is bold.”

Adonis entertained the video with his dark brown eyes but as soon as his name popped up his jaw muscles tightened painfully, almost to the point of shattering his molars. 

Adonis Creed...I ain’t worried about that man. His loss, my gain right? Whatever he didn’t do I’m doing for her. He fucked up. All he had to do was appreciate the beauty in front of him instead of worrying about being the heavyweight champion of the world. It’s okay...I’m taking good care of Y/N.

“Hmm,” Adonis grunts angrily, his eyes blazing, “Jamal need to shut his big ass mouth before I break his fucking face...have that nigga speaking through a wired jaw.”

“Y/N is messed up for letting this dude talk shit about you like that. Y’all have history, she needs to put him in check,” Cory says while placing his phone in his Nike track pants.

“She cries for some attention from me that’s all,” Adonis moves on to a speed bag while Cory follows. He started hitting the bag with his fingers to control the pace of the bag and get used to the rhythm. He hit it in small circles with a right-right-left-left rhythm, standing square in front of the bag.

“You think this is her way of telling you she wants you back?” Cory watched Adonis’s movements.

“Yep. That’s Y/N though,” Adonis stops the bag with both of his hands, “Ima give her a call when I leave...she needs to hear what I gotta say,” he says while repeatedly hitting the speed bag again.

__________

Painting her toenails a dark purple, Y/N mouthed the words to Kehlani’s song toxic. She flexed her pretty toes before leaning forward to blow on them. Home on a Friday evening with no intentions on going out. She knew if she went out she would be cornered by paparazzi about the recent photos that surfaced with her and Jamal Anderson. She was drunk, Jamal is handsome, and she missed the male attention. 

Her phone was currently flipped over and buzzing with notifications and phone calls on her bed. Adonis left her the luxury loft they both shared and moved into his own. If she wanted to end things he didn’t want to be in the same place as her and he wasn’t going to kick her out. As pissed off as he was he still thought about her well being and left her his old place while he purchased a new, much smaller one. 

The master bedroom didn’t feel the same. It didn’t smell the same. She missed Adonis’s Nautica cologne attached to every piece of fabric. She missed hearing him in the early mornings doing push-ups on the floor near the bed, she missed watching him cook healthy; high protein meals that Cory sent him via PDF, shirtless with just a pair of sweatpants on and bare feet while cooking. She missed his deep, raspy voice calling her his cinnamon swirl and running his hands through her curls. She still watered his Aloe Vera plants because he used to love using it to reduce pain and inflammation on his skin from a fight. 

Yes, she missed all of these things but it came with Adonis being too busy for her, making decisions like moving to LA without consulting her or saying she’s being ridiculous and overreacting about his female fans being too touchy feely with him. Maybe she was being a little bit dramatic with breaking up with him. In the beginning, she felt good. She liked the little bit of freedom but now she craved for him. Her and Jamal aren’t in a relationship but he is going around telling everyone about them. She saw his TMZ post, that’s why she’s been avoiding him all day. 

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

Y/N’s phone couldn’t stop shaking on her bed. Picking it up for the first time within the past couple of hours, Y/N sees that it is Adonis calling her. She hesitated but eventually Y/N answered.

“Yeah,” She spoke with no enthusiasm.

“What’s up.” He greeted her so casually through the phone. 

“I should be asking you that since you’re calling me.”

“Okay, fair point...your new nigga...he got a lot of mouth...you hyping his head up or something?”

Y/N rolled her eyes shut, “No...that’s just how Jamal is. I thought you said you wouldn’t let words get to you anymore? If he’s just talking why does it matter, Donnie?”

“It matters because he’s making me look like a fucking joke. You didn’t take long to move on I see, makes me think you planned this all along,”  He spoke with malice.

“I didn’t plan anything, Donnie. It’s been months since we’ve been together DON'T sit up here on this phone acting like I’m out to get you or something!” 

“I can’t fucking tell, out here letting this clown ass nigga stick his tongue done your throat and grab you up and shit.”

“We’re not together, Adonis. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. My mouth, and my body doesn’t belong to you anymore.” 

“I call bullshit but I’ll let you have your moment...so when are you coming back to me?” 

Y/N went wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

“Let’s stop fucking around, girl. I know you miss me...did you let him hit?”

“Adonis, please,” Y/N put one of her hands up as if he were in front of her.

“Did you? Just answer the question.” His voice appeared calm but she knew he was shaking with fury. Adonis didn’t like that what used to be his was his no longer. Seeing Jamal touch on her and kiss on her made Adonis feel like he was robbed of one of his trophies or his championship belt. 

“Yeah, we fucked...twice,” Y/N finally spoke up with her voice smaller than she would have liked.

“Hmm,” That same deep, ragged grunt he always did when he was enraged about something was loud in her ear, “So that’s what we’re doing, huh? Okay…”

“Donnie, don’t do anything stupid it was my decision, I chose to sleep with him, just cool off. I’ll have a talk with him tomorrow about what he said to TMZ, okay? I’m not even going to deal with him anymore.”

“I’m done talking about it, Y/N.”

He cut her off coldly. She snapped her lips shut, hurt in her eyes at his abrasive voice. 

“So now you have an attitude with me? Yeah, I do miss you, Donnie, but with that comes your lack of respect for me as your girl. You didn’t care about how I felt when it came down to moving here, your career, and some of the wild shit your fans do! Jamal was there for me, we had sex twice, it was good, real good, and I’m not gonna sit up here and lie! What do you want me to do? Sit up here and cry, cry, cry every fucking day?! Don’t call me on this shit when you didn’t even think twice to pack your shit and leave me!” 

“Girl, please, I gave you everything, I was there for you when shit went down with your family, I did nothing but respect you, the fans, the lifestyle, none of that shit mattered. And I already heard that you fucked Jamal… you let him have all of that? Like I wasn’t just up in it five months ago? He AINT me, Y/N. He AINT stepping up for shit.”

“Oh, my God,” Y/N groans, “I’m hanging up. This is a constant circle with you. I don’t owe you any explanation, Adonis. What we used to do, we don’t do anymore. Goodbye-

“Don’t hang up on me,” He spoke with a warning.

Click 

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A stream of air passed through Adonis’s teeth sounding like a barista steaming wand foaming milk in a Starbucks or the type of sound snakes make in warning their prey. His fists clenched strongly, almost popping the vessels in his arms. His cock-diesel frame was charged up and ready to knock Jamal out. Adonis picks up his bottle of Don Julio 1942 drinking it down in big gulps, the taste of warm oak with hints of caramel and toffee lingering in the back of his throat. 

This was usually what him and Y/N did on a Friday evening whenever he was home; drink and fuck. The fucking he wouldn’t be doing but his ten inches of steel was pulsating in his sweatpants. The girthy length is curved downward and creating a large bulge. Usually, Y/N would be on her knees between his legs saying ooooh, Daddy, how did you know I wanted some dick in my mouth? Giving him a sloppy suck that had him busting fat load after fat load down her throat. 

Adonis pauses his music on his phone, his entire bedroom going silent before grabbing his laptop from the opposite side of his California King. Opening it, Adonis pulls up his folders, scrolling through and finding the one that he would NEVER bring himself to delete. Home movies was the name of the folder. Adonis double-clicked it, his eyes scanning the screen while each file popped up in rows. Pictures, videos, and audios occupied the folder. Dragging his pouty bottom lip between his teeth, Adonis started from the beginning. 

File number one...

“Mmm,” He made a deep moan of appreciation at the image before him. It’s Y/N arched over their old bed that she was currently sleeping in alone. It didn’t have the grainy effect that webcam photos tend to give since Adonis used his Canon EOS 5D camera to take them. Her beautiful pussy and asshole were waiting for him like she was serving him dinner. That goddess of a body she has, all natural and velvety smooth. Clicking through there is a video of her rubbing her clit from behind while Adonis angled the camera to get the best pussy shot.

“Oh, you’re ready,” Adonis says in the video, “you’re gonna be walking a little different when I’m done, baby.”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” Y/N moaned sweetly while rubbing her clit from the back, “Come and fuck me…”

Adonis brings the camera above him so that he could record himself fucking Y/N from behind. The view showed off Adonis’s lips down to his defined pectorals and eight pack abs. He used his free hand to give Y/N’s ass a playful smack before pulling down the front of his black sweatpants, his downward curved dick springing free while he moved his hips from side to side. 

“Baby…”she called out to him, reaching back to feel him, “Please...I want you inside me...I want you- OH GODDD.”

Adonis was sinking deeply into Y/N’s tight and creamy pussy with a hissing sound escaping his mouth. 

“Yes, baby,” Adonis lightly slaps each ass cheek; left cheek, right cheek before gripping the flesh and stroking her slowly, “Mmmmh, yes...you always feel so good.” 

He started stroking at a moderate pace, Y/N’s ass softly clapping against his brick wall of a body. 

“Fuck,” he says, biting his bottom lip, “Mhm,” Adonis grabs one of Y/N’s ass cheeks, grinding his hips against her ass, “I feel you baby...you’re gonna cum for daddy?”

“Unh,” She moans, her body shaking beneath him, “Yes, Daddy!!”

Adonis pauses the video, his body overly heated from the Don Julio and his dick as stiff as concrete between his thighs. With a deep grunt, Adonis frees his dick from his sweatpants before grabbing the warm, solid, flesh to stroke it lightly. Even with her not here she still got his pipe iron-hard and his balls tight. Adonis clicked through a few photos before spotting one that he cracked a dimpled smile at. This video needed to be seen through and through. He clicked on it, a visual of Y/N sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs spread wide and limber, naked body illuminated by the light above the oven. Adonis was recording her playing with her phat clit, rubbing it in tight circles. 

Grabbing his 1942 Adonis takes a big sip from the bottle while his other hand swings his dick from side to side. The counter is covered with all types of treats and sweet toppings. Whipped cream, peach and strawberry preserves, caramel syrup, fudge syrup, honey and what looked like a birthday cake. This was recorded on Adonis’s 33rd birthday. They had just come from a night of partying and Y/N said she had something special for him at home that requires his appetite. The mess they made, the drunken sex, and the overall fun of it all has Adonis both angry and aroused. He really missed Y/N but at the same time he was beyond pissed that she would break up with him and then fuck another man that disrespected him any chance he got on social media. That’s right, Jamal is entertaining Twitter with the memes they created about Adonis.

-This nigga Adonis is punching the air right now! 

-How you let this clown fuck your girl?

-We’ll pay big money to see Jamal Anderson go toe-to-toe with Adonis Creed.

-He don’t like being called Baby Creed but I bet that nigga prolly sucking his thumb and crying in the fetal positon LMAO!

-Creed didn’t respond to this yet… 🤔 I wonder why.

-His shawty bad AF. Damn, Creed ain’t winning this battle. 

-Damn! So Jamal is putting it on Y/N better than Creed?!!! Embarrassing!!!

That didn’t even include the jokes in his DMs about the situation. It’s been a while since Adonis made a reckless decision. The last time he did that he ended up in a hospital bed with broken ribs, a ruptured kidney, and a concussion. He became increasingly distant from Y/N and Mary Anne, tensions rising in his relationships. Now, he was starting to feel that same foolhardy feeling while staring at his computer screen, wordless with rage. 

____________

Buzz buzz buzz buzz

Y/N’s phone is off the hook at 9:00 AM on a Saturday. She was still buried beneath her covers with her bonnet on and one of Adonis’s old t-shirts. Lifting her head from beneath the sheets, Y/N squinted her sleepy eyes around her bed, searching for her phone. With a big yawn that has her jaw muscles sore, Y/N finally finds it, picking it up to look at the screen. Her friend  and personal Esthetician, Ava, was calling her. She wondered what for. Y/N’s wasn’t due for another wax set until two weeks from now. 

“Hello?” Y/N flips over onto her back.

“Sorry to wake you, but, girl...you need to look at Twitter like NOW! They are talking about you and Adonis on a sex tape-

“Hold up… A WHAT?!!!!!!” Y/N is 100% awake now. With the mention of a sex tape Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin. 

“Girl...what’s going on between you and Adonis? Are y’all together? What?-

“No, Ava, me and Donnie aren’t together and what do you mean a sex tape?!” Y/N places Ava on speaker, frantically going to her Twitter app to see exactly what she meant. Sure enough, there is a trending topic about Adonis and Y/N. Multiple full length videos, clips, and pictures from a video that they made almost a year ago is out there for the world to see. Y/N gaped at her phone screen. Her nude body, Adonis’s nude body, the sex, the moans, and the nasty talk has her speechless. 

“Oh my fucking God,” Y/N shot up out of bed, pacing back and forth quickly, “Why would he do this?!!!!”

“You think Donnie leaked it?!”  Ava asked with a shocked voice.

“Who else would have?!! Wasn’t me!” Y/N spoke defensively.

Y/N does have copies herself on her laptop that she occasionally looks at but she wouldn’t have leaked a sex tape of them two unless they both agreed to it or something. For Adonis to do this without her consent pissed Y/N off. 

“Girl, you better call his ass right fucking now!” Ava practically yelled into the phone, “This shit is wild-

“Ava, I’m gonna have to call you back,” Y/N hung up the phone before Ava could even speak her last words. Y/N checked her inbox. Over 100 text messages and that didn’t even include notifications from Instagram, and Twitter. Checking her messages, she reads through a few from her friends.

Noel: Baby, I didn’t know you were this nasty!! Damn! 

Kristina: So are y’all back together then? What’s going on with this sex tape, girl?!!

Tiffany: EXPLAIN! Why did I wake up to my friend trending on Twitter!!! You making sex tapes and leaking them?!! Call me back bitch!!!

Joey: Wassup big head 👀

Jamal: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON Y/N! 

“Fuck,” Y/N says with a shaky voice. She stopped pacing, exhaling calmly before going back to Twitter. There is no way she wanted to look at the tweets directed towards her but the more she thought about it the harder it became. Scrolling, Y/N finds the full video of the sex tape. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Y/N watches from start to finish, her mouth agape and a warmth filling her chest cavity. Even through being pissed off about it, she is STILL turned on. 

Y/N sat on the counter with her legs spread wide, her fingers working her clit into an erect bud. Leaning back on her elbow, Y/N looked into the camera that Adonis panned around her. She grinned and gave him a wink before bringing her wet, cream covered fingers to her mouth to suck her mess off. Adonis’s deep chuckle came through on the other side of the camera before his hand reached out to grab the whipped cream bottle. 

“Lay on your back,” He says before stepping between her legs. Adonis places the camera on an elevated surface so that the side of Y/N’s naked body and his naked hips could be seen in profile. 

There are shadows in the video but there is no denying that big ass dick she used to fuck and suck on. That downward curve and those heavy balls called to her attention and watered her mouth the more she watched the scene unfold. 

“I love how your legs are spread like that...you ready for some fun, girl?” 

“Yes,” Y/N says while watching Adonis shake the whipped cream bottle. 

“Stick your tongue out for me,” He says while stepping in between her legs. Holding the nozzle against her tongue, Adonis squirts some whipped cream into Y/N’s mouth. She brought her hands up to rub her erect nipples while licking and sucking on the nozzle with a moan. 

“Mmm, you sucking on that nozzle like it’s my dick…”

“I want your dick in my mouth covered in whipped cream,” Y/N dragged her sweet tasting tongue across her upper lip, “Put some on my nipples, daddy.”

Hearing herself call Adonis daddy while watching that video made her shiver. She was supposed to be angry with him and not sexually aroused. 

Adonis squirts whipped cream on Y/N’s nipples before placing the bottle on the counter and leaning forward. His beautiful russet skin and the gold chain around his neck glowed from the little bit of light within the kitchen the closer he got to Y/N’s breasts. That long, curled tongue of his swirled around her left nipple, cleaning up all of the whipped cream in one swipe before sucking her nipple into his mouth. 

“Unh,” Y/N’s body arched while she ran her hands over the back of his head. 

Adonis dragged his tongue along the center of her chest before reaching her right breast and doing the same exact thing with his wicked tongue. Y/N’s head extended back, sweet, angelic moans filling the kitchen. Adonis sucked a little more before rising back up to grab something else. Back in view, Adonis has some raw honey in his hand with an actual honeycomb stick. 

“Yummy baby girl, look at you, laid out for me to do whatever I want, right?” Adonis twirls the stick inside of the honey before pulling it out and drizzling it all over Y/N’s front from her neck down to the top of her pussy, “I’m about to lick and suck all this shit off of you, spread your legs, girl.” 

Y/N spreads her legs, bringing her knees to her chest and sitting up on her elbows. With keen eyes, Y/N watches Adonis’s every move while his tongue swipes across both sides of her neck before grabbing her jaw  lightly to keep her still while he sucks on her flesh. 

Y/N could almost feel his lips tightly sucking on her neck and his wet tongue tickling her deliciously with every swipe. When he licked her throat Y/N moaned in unison with herself on the video. She stifled her other moans with a bite of her bottom lip. She hated the way he was currently making her feel after what he did. Who else would have leaked the video? Adonis is very careful and he wouldn’t disclose any information like that to a friend for them to leak it. Loud sucking came from the video and Y/N’s focus was back on that screen.

“Mmm,” Adonis continued to suck the honey from Y/N’s flesh all the way down to her pussy. He teased her outer lips with his tongue but he didn’t lick her clit. Biting her inner thighs now, Adonis grabs for more honey, drizzling it all over her pussy.

“Mmh, yes,” Y/N licks her lips, bringing a finger down to catch some honey to taste, “Make my pussy nice and sticky, daddy.” 

“This is just the beginning, ma, we still got other treats to run through,” Adonis takes his entire mouth to wrap around Y/N’s inner lips, no waiting whatsoever. She flexed her hips off of the counter, driving her pussy into his sticky mouth while palming the back of his head. Adonis’s strong arms trapped her and held her still while he angled her hips so that the light could catch him sucking on her sultry pussy. Her skin kept sticking to the counter from the honey on the surface and her ass cheeks were glued together from the sweet nectar as well.

“Just like that daddy,” Y/N reached down to pull her pussy lips apart, sticky, wet sounds filling the kitchen, “Oooh, right there...eat my pussy...Ooooo, yes, right on that clit.”

Her body shined with residues of honey and saliva. Adonis held one of her legs in the air to admire her pussy before dragging his other hand over it. 

“Grab that whipped cream, girl...yeah...now squirt some on this pussy...mmmh, yessssssssss, Good girl, so sexy, baby…”

His tongue wiggles against her labia and clit, whipped cream staining her inner thighs now from his sloppy head. Y/N’s head extended back, choked up moans directed towards the ceiling. 

“You just love to eat my pussy, daddy, mmmm!!”

Adonis didn’t say a word while he devoured her pussy like it was pie filling. Adonis pinched her outer lips together so that he could see how fat her pussy is before leaning down to kiss it softly. Her puffy, wet pussy called for the attention of his fingers while his tongue danced across her clit back and forth, up and down, and in circles. Her wetness made the loudest sounds ever. Three thick fingers deep in her pussy, Adonis jerks his fat dick at the same time. 

“Hold just like that, girl, just like that, look at all this cream...you know your pussy is already sweet, daddy doesn’t even have to tell you does he?”

“Umph!!” Y/N‘s legs came up in the air while Adonis rang her dry with his fingers. She squirted all over the counter top and it dripped to the floor over the edge. Adonis brings his fingers up to her mouth for her to suck on. He fucked her mouth slowly with his fingers while staring into her pretty brown eyes. 

“My dick is throbbing...what are you gonna eat off of me?” He spoke with a whisper in her ear, “You’re gonna make my dick a sticky mess?”

“Yes, with this,” Y/N picks up the jar of homemade peach preserves and heavy syrup that she created herself, “Let me down so I can suck that big ass dick.”

Adonis picks Y/N up from the counter bringing her down to her feet before him. She instantly dropped to her knees while Adonis grabs the camera to focus down on her kneeling before him. Unscrewing the mason jar top to the preserves, Y/N licks the rim before grabbing Adonis’s dick with one hand, bringing the jar of peach preserves down to the wide tip of his dick. It was chilled from being in the fridge, the cold glass sweating in her hand. 

“Goddamn, girl,” Adonis shivers when Y/N puts his dick inside of the jar. He braces the edge of the counter with one hand while losing control of his grip on the camera. His grip tightened on the camera the same time Y/N pulled his dick from the jar. Chunks of chopped peaches and heavy syrup dripped from his pipe and stained the tile floor of the kitchen. 

“Ooh, look at all this sweet, sweet goodness on your dick, daddy,” Looking into the camera, Y/N licks the side of his shaft with no hands, the tang and sugar seeping deeply into her taste buds the more she licked and licked. 

“Fuck, just like that girl, dick taste better doesn’t it? Look at you cleaning my dick off like a good girl, mmmm, that tongue…”

“This tongue?” Y/N sucks the preserves off of the tip of his dick before dragging her tongue down the underside of his shaft causing his dick to throb against her pointed tongue. 

“Yeah...that good tongue and juicy lips,” Adonis fists Y/N’s hair, “Suck my dick baby…look into the camera and show me what that mouth do.” 

With urgency Y/N draws Adonis’s dick into her mouth and starts sucking him with only her jaws doing all of the work. His dick was no match for her mouth. Y/N was trained well to suck all of that fat dick.

His moans, damn, Adonis loves it when Y/N really got into it like that, sucking his dick with so much passion and concentration. She thoroughly enjoyed sucking dick and now she was sitting with her thighs spread to cool her heated, wet folds and her tongue poked out like she was waiting for his dick to enter her mouth.

“Somebody is hungry,” Adonis chuckles, “grab that whipped cream and put it on my balls…”

Y/N grabs the whipped cream, getting back on her knees. Adonis holds his dick up while Y/N squirts whipped cream all over his balls. Tossing the can carelessly on the floor Y/N began to suck on his balls. Adonis jerked his dick, occasionally slapping her face with it. 

“Please stroke my dick, baby,” Adonis let’s his dick go for Y/N to grab, “you had my dick hard all night long now it’s time for you to make me cum.” 

Y/N blinked her eyes up at Adonis past his meaty, long pipe while drooling on his balls. He was close, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. Oh, she was about to drain him. Her mouth was back on his wide tip sucking the life out of him, aiming to wring him dry like a soaking wet rag. 

“Unh, this is where you wanted to be all night I can tell by the way you’re sucking me fucking dick, yes, baby, Unh Fuckkkk-

Y/N hummed with satisfaction when his thick nut entered her mouth. The noises from her sucking mixed with Adonis’s heavy breathing was like a sensual beat. The video seemed to skip and now Y/N was back on the counter lying flat on her stomach. Adonis popped the cap to the caramel syrup, tipping it over and squeezing some all over Y/N’s ass. She starts to make her cheeks bounce while Adonis creates sticky patterns all over her flesh and back. Y/N reached behind her to rub it in before arching her back. She sucked on her fingers to clean the caramel while moaning at the same time. 

“Look at that cream, makes me so fucking hard,” The caramel has Y/N’s cheeks sticking together, “that’s what I’m talking about.” 

“Unh,” Y/N reaches beneath her to spread her pussy lips open while shaking her ass, “That shit is sticking to my asshole,” Y/N giggles. 

Adonis didn’t say a word since that was an open invitation to lick the caramel from her ass. Y/N started thrusting her hips back, smashing Adonis’s face between her cheeks. Caramel stained his face and matted his facial hair but he kept on going. 

“Damn, Donnie, fuck.”

He lifts for air, before slapping her ass, his fingers sticking to her skin like adhesive. The only things they haven’t touched yet were the fudge syrup and cake. Y/N drags the cake towards her, using her hand to grab some of it and smashes it in Adonis’s face. He didn’t expect that change at all. Adonis stumbles backward while Y/N giggles drunkenly on the counter. She’s on her back now, clutching her stomach with her cake covered fingers. 

“You got jokes now!!! After I just ate your ass!!! This is how you thank me, Y/N,” Adonis pulls on her ankles. 

“Aww but you look so sexy with cake on your face,” She lifts up from the counter, attempting to sooth him by rubbing the buttercream frosting from his cheek but Adonis slickly grabs cake, smashing it on her face. Y/N writhed in his arms, both of them having a food fight with the cake all over the kitchen. They slipped as they ran around the kitchen counter before Adonis got the upper hand, pulling her to the messy floor. They were out of view for a second but the video skips again to Adonis pinning Y/N down to the floor with her back arched. 

“You wanna make a mess on daddy you better make a mess on this dick with this creamy pussy.” 

Holding the camera high above his head, Adonis spanks his dick on Y/N’s pussy before sinking into her with one long stroke. His free hand rubbed the frosting and cake pieces all over her round ass before stroking her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream coating his dick. 

“Cream all over daddy’s dick baby,” Adonis spoke roughly while looking up into the camera with his cake stained face, “this beautiful brown ass...my cinnamon swirl...show me how much you really wanna make my birthday special, fuck my dick.” 

“Donnie-

“I told you to call me Daddy,” Adonis reminded her. He sits the camera down, propping it up so that it could record him fucking her from below. All you can see is Y/N’s breasts bouncing, Adonis’s balls smacking her clit, and his hard dick going in and out of her pussy. 

“My daddy...my champ,” Y/N spoke breathlessly, “Oooh shit-

Adonis started fucking her hard from behind, something he liked to do especially when he’s riled up. He loved it when Y/N called him her champ, it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he is indeed the super heavyweight champion of the world. He was delivering heavy, G spot stimulating strokes that had Y/N trembling. 

“Talk to me, baby, tell me where I’m at?” 

“Big black dick is in my stomach.” Y/N whimpered. 

“Bounce that ass baby, bounce it,” Adonis grabs the camera to focus on Y/N fucking his dick, “You got that bubble butt on you, daddy’s favorite, you got my dick throbbing you know what that means, right?”

“Fuck me like that, daddy, ooooh God, mmm, yes, shove that big dick in my pussy ooooh God,” Y/N’s pussy slips off of Adonis’s dick, her squirt gushing out like water would when you untangle a water hose. 

“That’s how I always get you,” Adonis grabs Y/N’s arm, turning her around onto her back, “legs up...I want you to look into the camera...look into the lens like you have an audience…show them how daddy’s dick makes you react.”

Y/N sucked cake from her lips while staring into the camera with focused eyes. Adonis has the bottle of fudge syrup in his hands now, turning it over and covering Y/N’s chest, stomach, and inner thighs with it. 

“Legs up, girl,” Adonis commands. Y/N’s legs went up and out causing Adonis to shudder. The contrast of her pretty pink pussy against the dark brown of the fudge reminded him of a surprise chocolate with filling.

“This shit is so sexy...after this I’m licking you up and down,” Adonis rubs his dick back and forth over Y/N’s pussy lips before massaging her clit with it, “My favorite thing to do with you is go nice and slow so you can feel all of me.”

“Daddy, yess, you are in my pussy,” She kept her eyes focused on that camera no matter how hard she wanted to tear her eyes away to watch his dick beat her pussy up, “shit that Goddamn curve...that shit is hitting the bottom of my pussy,” Y/N’s mouth widened, “ooooh, fuckkkkkk you ain’t playing!”

All you can see is Y/N’s breasts slowly bouncing and her pretty face. At that moment, she closed her eyes, every feeling of happiness and ecstasy going through her immediately. She began to experience chills the more he fucked her deeply. He was stroking her A-spot, the lower part of her vagina. Adonis focused the pressure of his dick right there, never stopping.

“Ooooomigodddd,” She spoke all in one sentence, “His dick was bottoming out in her pussy the more his strong, toned hips met hers. That slow stroke has Y/N’s vaginal walls tingling around his dick, “Don’t stop, don’t stop you’re right there on my spot oooooo!!”

Adonis went fast with a few strokes before going at a leisure pace again. Sitting up on his knees, Adonis focuses the camera on his messy dick and Y/N’s creamy pussy. 

“Goddamn, baby, love seeing you get like this...mmm just how I love it...taking all of my thickness...daddy is about to cum…”

“Ahhhhh fuckkk!” Y/N tried sitting up on her elbows but the floor was too slippery, “Yes yes yes yes yes!!!” Y/N rubbed the fudge syrup into her skin like lotion before bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck on like a pacifier. With her eyes low and hazy, Adonis pounds her pussy desperate, his strong arms wrapped around her thighs while his dick burrows deep into the bottom of her pussy. 

“Fuck me...fuck me...oh yeah that dick is getting thicker fuck meeee.”

UGH YES,” Adonis held himself still inside of her while his dick emptied his cum, “just draining my nut,” Adonis pulls his dick out, his cum oozing from Y/N’s pussyz. Y/N reached down to spread her pussy lips open while Adonis got a close up of the cream pie that he created. 

“How does it look?” Y/N asks with her soft spoken voice.

“Sticky sweet,” Adonis says before the video ends. 

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[writing-and-bad-decisions]

Overworked

A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Pairing: Yaku/Lev

Words: 1945

Summary:

It was the way that Yaku had been leaning on the elevator wall, fingers tightly gripping the hand rail as he struggled to keep his balance, which broke Lev.

“Yaku-san are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re really shaky.”

“Lev.” He said tersely. “I’m fine. Seriously.”

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Yaku overworks himself to the point of sickness, luckily Lev is there to take care of him

Note:

Hi! I’m not too proud of this one personally, I felt like some parts were a little lacklustre, but I wanted to share regardless. I hope you enjoy! Any feedback/constructive criticism is appreciated :)

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Yaku felt like absolute shit, though he would never admit it. His breaths came out in strenuous heaves which contorted his ribcage and sent quivers through his shoulders. It was the end of practice, and although everyone was reasonably out of breath, he was the only one lying on the floor. 

“Wow Yaku,” Kuroo said, striding towards him. “You’re not looking so good, are you okay?” Yaku swallowed, picking his heavy body off the gymnasium floor and forcing himself into a standing position. 

“Yeah.” He nodded curtly, ignoring the swirl in his head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look a little… pale. That’s all.” Kuroo gave him a long look, and he tried to smile reassuringly. He shook his head, giving Yaku a pat on the shoulder as he passed him. “Just, don’t over do it, yeah?”

---

Lev had been casting Yaku concerned looks the entire commute to their apartment complex, inquiring about his health every five minutes or so, despite Yaku’s insistence that, yes, he was feeling fine. Lev’s usually bubbly attitude had been replaced with a gentle concern, and it was really starting to get on his nerves. The first year pursed his lips as his hand quivered on the bus railing, and then furrowed his eyebrows as he caught Yaku stumbling off the bus. It was the way that Yaku had been leaning on the elevator wall, fingers tightly gripping the hand rail as he struggled to keep his balance, which broke Lev. 

“Yaku-san are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re really shaky.”

“Lev.” He said tersely. “I’m fine. Seriously.” The elevator doors opened. 

“I can walk you to your apartment if you want.” He offered. “You look like you’re about to faint, I’m worried–”

“Lev.” He snapped, glaring up at him with an irritability that wasn’t foreign to the first year. “I’m fine. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” And with that, he wobbled off the elevator and down the hall. 

Yaku stumbled into his apartment and found himself strangely out of breath. He leaned against the entryway wall, his bag falling to the floor with a soft thud. His body felt off somehow, sweaty and clammy, indicated by his shirt sticking to his collarbone. 

He needed to take a shower, he decided, and then he could get started on his school work. He kicked off his shoes, which landed ungracefully against the wall, and made his way to the bathroom. 

He felt absolutely freezing, despite the redness of his face suggesting otherwise. He undressed himself quickly, a strange, anxious urgency overtaking him, and turned on the water. Yaku ducked his head beneath the hot stream, feeling too fatigued to even wash himself, and instead ran through his tasks for the afternoon. 

He had his maths homework to complete and a test to revise for next week, as well as the English essay due this Friday. He needed to… what else was there? There was more. The tiles swayed at his feet, his thoughts felt foggy; indecipherable. His fingers gripped at the knob and turned, sending hot water over his scalp to kick his thoughts back into gear. He promised to help the first years with their history homework this weekend, so he needed to write up study notes. There was also work to be done around the apartment. He needed to vacuum, he needed to do a load of washing, he needed to…

He needed to…

Yaku’s legs gave out under him, and he crashed painfully onto the shower floor. Oh god he was dizzy, so dizzy and hot. His head was on fire, a flame that danced behind his eyes and blurred his vision, so much so that he could barely make out his hands beneath him. He struggled to get up, arms weak and knees slipping against the tile, barely managing to pull himself out of the shower. 

The cold bathroom air pricked at his skin, a stark contrast to the blaze raging inside of him. His breaths came out in heavy pants as he hovered over the bathmat, his body swaying back and forth.

Yaku’s heart beat frenetically, sending sharp vibrations across his ribcage. A sudden nausea overwhelmed his senses, and he barely managed to scramble to the toilet before his stomach expelled it’s contents. 

Yaku gripped the seat weakly as his whole body convulsed and he heaved and sputtered into the bowl. After a painful few minutes, he leant back away from the toilet, gasping through his raw throat. 

The ceiling light hummed distantly as he stared up at it, drowned out by the noise of the shower and his pounding head. He willed his chest to ease, for his body to stop aching, to no avail. He swallowed painfully, the bile taste receding, and reached above his head for his towel. It took a few tugs before he dislodged it. Yaku wrapped it around his quivering body, his skin still dripping from the shower, and sat on the bathroom floor, too feverish to move. 

---

He must have passed out for a while, because Yaku awoke to the sound of his name. 

“Yaku-san!” He lifted his head from where it was slumped against the rim of the bathtub and peered with hazy eyes towards the doorway, where Lev stood, looking increasingly distressed. 

“L-Lev?” His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. Lev rushed over, kneeling beside Yaku despite the wet floor. 

“Are you okay?” He nodded weakly, and Lev helped him into a sitting position. His head spun with the motion, and he leaned heavily on Lev to keep from flopping over again. 

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled, finding it difficult to speak. 

“You seemed really ill after practice, so I thought I’d bring over some soup––God you’re burning up!” Lev’s green eyes flickered to where his hand gripped Yaku’s shoulder. “What happened? Why are you lying on the floor?” 

“I...I don’t know. I fell and then I think… I think I passed out?” He blinked sluggishly, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Lev stood, pulling Yaku up with him, causing his towel to fall away and revealing his nakedness. Lev turned his head sharply away, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Sorry, I’ll um…” He turned his head back tentatively, training his eyes on Yaku’s face. “Your hair is still wet... Okay, sit down again and I’ll dry it.” 

Yaku obeyed, not really paying attention, and was thankful to have the cool tile against his hot skin once more. Lev grabbed the towel and crouched, softly gripping the nape of his neck as he rubbed it against his scalp. Yaku groaned as the movement sent another wave of vertigo through his head. 

“Sorry.” Lev winced. After he was satisfied with his effort, Lev gently pulled him up once more, holding him tight as Yaku almost fell again. He gripped Lev’s shirt, burying his face into his side as Lev guided him through the apartment. They reached his bedroom and Lev sat him down on his bed, averting his gaze once more. “Do you want to get changed or…?” Yaku shook his head. 

“I’m too hot.” Lev helped him get under the covers. 

“There you go. Alright, you just rest and I’ll take care of you.”

“Mmm, no––” He croaked. Lev paused.

“No?”

“I-I can’t rest. I’ve got homework to do, a-and an essay to write…” he swallowed painfully. “And I promised the second years that I would… would write some––some study notes for them…” There was so much for him to do, his stomach coiling with anxiety at the thought of it. He didn’t have the time for this, he was never going to complete any of it at this rate. He needed to work. 

“Yaku-san no, you need to rest. You have a fever.”

“I-I’m fine, really, you don’t need to worry. Y-you can leave now, I have work I need to get done.” Yaku struggled to sit up, the blanket falling away from his chest with the effort, but Lev blocked him with his hand, the frown on his face deepening.

“You’re delirious, you’re in no state to work.” He said firmly. 

“I-I’m not.” Because he wasn’t, even though he was struggling to focus his eyes and could barely concentrate on Lev’s words. He just needed to get his work done. Everything would be fine if he could just get his work done.

“Yaku-san don’t lie to yourself.”

“I’m fine––” He started, but Lev cut him off. 

“You’re not fine and you need to rest!” Lev shouted suddenly, before quietly adding “Please.”

Yaku submitted, lying back down on his pillow. He had never seen Lev raise his voice before. He left the room and Yaku closed his eyes, enduring the pounding in his head. Distantly, he was aware of the shower turning off in the bathroom. 

He opened his eyes again to see Lev re-enter the room, carrying a tray. Yaku sat up to take some medicine and downed a glass of water, before lying back down and having a damp rage placed over his forehead. His skin was so sweaty he observed, as he shifted in his sheets. 

“You worry me sometimes.” Lev spoke softly, dabbing the rag carefully across his forehead. “You’re always hard at work, always helping everyone. You never give yourself a break. You shouldn’t be overworking yourself to this point.”

“But people rely on me.” Yaku mumbled. “I can’t let them down.”

“Their feelings aren’t your responsibility.” Lev said, finally meeting his eyes again. Lev’s eyes were so pretty, Yaku realised. “You’re allowed to take time for yourself, you know. It’s okay to rest sometimes.” he smiled down at him. 

If Yaku was in a better state of mind, he may have teased Lev for his wisdom, may have waved him off and said something like “Don’t get all sappy on me!” But instead he stayed silent, letting himself reflect on Lev’s words. It was true that he worked himself to the brink of exhaustion and beyond, he couldn’t deny that, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t think he could explain to Lev this feeling of helplessness he felt. It was so difficult for him to relax, there was always something to do, something that needed to get done. Sometimes he felt like if he stopped working, he’d fall apart. He needed it, the constant distractions to fill his day and keep this fear of his at bay. This restlessness. He didn’t know what he was without it. 

He didn’t know who he was. 

Yaku swallowed, wincing at the rawness of his throat, before speaking again. “Lev… can you do me a favour?”

“Of course.” 

“Can you vacuum the living room for me? My father wanted me to do it before he got home…” Lev huffed a soft laugh. 

“Sure thing. Will you be okay in the meantime?” Yaku nodded weakly. Lev reached out, giving his hand a soft squeeze, before standing and leaving the room once more.

It didn’t feel like enough, but he didn’t want to ask anymore from him. At the very least, the act eased some of Yaku’s anxiety. One less task to do, and for once he didn’t have to carry the burden himself. Despite his feverishness, Lev’s kindness sent a wave of warmth through his body, which settled comfortably in his chest. It was silly, really, that one small act of help meant so much to him. Maybe the fever was just making him emotional, who knew, but with that he was able to settle back down, and allow himself to relax.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: Sept 11/20

Hey guys! Today’s list is totally overflow from last week, so I hope you guys enjoy these recent fics that have been brought to my attention! <3 Haven’t read any new Johnlock fics this week, so I hope you enjoy these fics I’ve yet to read <3

RECENT MFLs THIS MONTH

The Posh Purple Pirate (Enter My Life and Make Me Drown) by  Loveismyrevolution (E, 7,408 w., 1 Ch. || Exotic Dancer AU || Alternate First Meeting, Strangers to Lovers, For a Case, Lap Dancing, Hand Job, First Kiss, Pirate Sherlock, Drama Queen Sherlock, Dancer Sherlock) – When Mike Stamford invited him to a fun night out, John Watson never expected it would become such a wild ride - captivated by an enigmatic pirate his life suddenly gains speed in an unexpected direction. Part 1 of PirateDragQueenVerse

The Purple Pirate: uncovered by Loveismyrevolution (E, 5,819+ w., 1/4 Ch. || WIP || Drag Queen AU || Established Relationship, Humour, Horny John, Case Fic, Clubbing, Cross Dressing, Drag Queen Sherlock, Leather/Lace, Jealous John, BAMF John, Shaving/Manscaping, Pole Dancing, Angry Sherlock, Happy Ending) – A case has come up that has Sherlock returning to his persona as The Posh Purple Pirate. Even being in an established relationship his pirate (and Sherlock in general) never lost his rather enticing effect on John. Helping Sherlock transform from brilliant Detective to mesmerising Miss Pirate leaves John hot and bothered, as does the case and seeing his pirate back on stage. The case doesn't go according to plan as John's presence isn't welcome and Miss Pirate attracts more attention than John is comfortable with. Luckily Captain Watson is always in the wings, ready to save the day and the love of his life. Even though his heroic deed isn't received as well as expected, to both their relief the differences are resolved pretty quickly and quite enthusiastically… Part 2 of the PirateDragQueenVerse series || Part 4 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series

You Think You Know Someone.... by cdelbridge (E, 13,985 w., 30 Ch. || Parentlock, Established Relationship) – People think they know Sherlock Holmes. Boy are they in for a surprise! Or two...

Borrowed Ghosts by DiscordantWords (M, 38,455+ w., 7/? Ch. || WiP || TLD Divergence / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Minor Lestrolly, Pining Sherlock, John’s a Mess, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Ghost Mary, Guilt, Forgiveness, Drinking, No Hug Scene) – In the aftermath of the Culverton Smith case, John spent one painfully stilted afternoon hanging out with Sherlock. He counted the minutes, finished his tea, and left for home without ever clearing the air between them. And once he'd left, he found it very hard to go back.

To Help Another by DrFish (E, 38,898 w., 20 Ch. || Omegaverse || Rape/Non-Con, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, BAMF John, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Procedures, Mating Cycles, Bonding, Non-Con Drugs, Violence, Knotting, Oral Sex, Past Sexual Abuse, Illness, Doctor John, Case Fic, Come Inflation, Porn With Plot, Vulnerable Sherlock, Blanket Forts, Nightmares, Kidnapping, Grief/Mourning, First Tiime, Virgin Sherlock, Dirty Talk, Discipline) – Dr. John Watson has been invalided out of the Army and he is struggling to come to terms with what's left of his life. When he agrees to help out with a difficult case at the hospital where he works as an emergency room physician, he not only saves this particular abused omega and others like him, but he discovers a new and better life for himself in the process.

[beetlebitchywitch]

-slides u 39 for beetlejuice and runs tf away-

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

(Kayla, sis, ur gonna kill me. Smut warning, obviously)

You know, you really didn’t mean for today to end up like this. 

Oh, who were you kidding. You absolutely wanted the day to end up like this, you just never really expected it to. Beetlejuice spent all goddamn day flirting with you, but you could easily brush it aside knowing it didn’t really mean anything. I mean, he was a demon, right? It was probably just in their nature. He was just trying to get a rise out of you, that’s all. Really, he was just your demon roommate who lived in the attic and sometimes ate your succulents, and that was it. Nothing else at all going on. 

You couldn’t be more in denial if you were drowning in it.

You’d been waiting for the weekend to finally arrive ever since your boss chewed you out on Tuesday afternoon, so when you finally arrived home on Friday, you threw yourself onto your couch with a heavy sigh, sinking into the cushions like you never wanted to leave them. You suspected Beej was in the attic doing…whatever it was he got up to while you were gone, but you knew he’d be joining you shortly. Almost as if he’d read your mind, he popped into the room, wearing…holy shit, just his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms covered sparsely with green hair. A blush rose to your cheeks, but you chose to ignore it as you shot him a soft smile. 

“Hey, Beej, what’s going o-?”

“Roll over.”

“What?”

“On your stomach,” he said, as if it was obvious. When you still hesitated, he sighed and snapped his fingers, teleporting you both to your bedroom. Your bed was now home to a large nest of pillows and comforters, accompanied by soft piano music playing from your laptop and a sweet, floral scent hanging in the air.

“What’s all this?” you asked with a curious smile. 

“Well, I knew work really hung you out to dry this week, so I figured I’d surprise you!” he explained with a proud grin. He snapped his fingers, summoning a small bottle of massage oil into his hand. “I made the blanket nest myself. I was gonna give you your massage downstairs, but I figured this’d be more comfortable, hmm?”

And there it was, that lecherous fucking smirk that you wanted to kiss off of his handsome face, damn him. You swallowed roughly at the thought of Beej’s strong hands on you, rubbing the tension away, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he took you…OK, nope, that was the end of that! You forced the thought away as you took his hand, smiling sweetly despite the flirtatious look he was shooting your way.

“That’s really sweet of you, Beej. Thank you for thinking of me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He beamed, his hair nearly glowing with how neon green it turned. You chuckled, shuffling to your dresser to pull out a few things. “Just let me get changed into something more comfy, mmkay?” 

“Sure thing, babes, take all the time you need,” he said, crawling onto your bed and lounging the newly made blanket nest. You shook your head fondly and moved into the bathroom to change into something more appropriate for the…fuck, massage he was about to give you. 

When you emerged from the bathroom, Beetlejuice immediately sat up straighter at the sight of you- you were wearing soft grey shorts that barely covered the tops of your thighs and a pastel pink sports bra, one that barely did anything to hide your breasts from him. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to distract you from him adjusting himself in his pants. Jesus Christ, he felt so pathetic, getting all hot and bothered over some breather in a sports bra…but you’d never been just some breather. You were all soft and warm and kind, always there for him despite the fact that he was a demon, always encouraging him to be better, to love harder, to live fuller…God, he was so fucking gone for you. 

‘Course, you didn’t know that. You had your head so far up your goddamn ass you couldn’t see what was right in front of you. But judging by how you’d been reacting to him since you got home, he figured he might be able to fix that in the next hour. 

So, he rolled off of your blanket nest, trying to hide his arousal by beckoning you forward and instructing you to lie on your tummy, resting your head on your crossed arms. You relaxed into the soft comforters, feeling incredibly at ease as you heard the soft click of the bottle of oil in Beej’s hands.

“Best way for me to do this is to straddle you, princess. That alright?” he asked, looking you over inquisitively. You hummed your consent, suspecting that wonderfully smarmy smirk to have found its home on his face once more as he settled himself down just at the tops of your thighs. If he wasn’t careful, the boner he was sporting would poke you right in the ass, so he made sure to adjust himself so you couldn’t feel it…yet. “Alright, babes, you just relax and let me take care of you.”

If those words didn’t pull a little gasp out of you first, the feeling of Beej’s cool hands spreading massage oil all over you back would’ve made sure of it. God, they were so big, pleasantly cool to the touch and firm as he began kneading your tense muscles. You let your eyes slip shut, falling prey to the absolute magic he was working on the knots in your back with his thumbs. You were so blissed out that you didn’t notice the little moans slipping from your lips every now and then, especially when Beej massaged a particularly tight knot. But oh, did Beetlejuice fucking notice.

You had never looked so hot in your goddamn life. Your skin was so smooth and soft under his hands, and you were making the hottest little noises he’d ever heard a breather make, and it was all because of him.

“Feelin’ a little better, doll?” he asked, his voice embarrassingly strained. 

“Mmhmm,” you hummed happily, gasping sharply as he dug his fingers in a particularly fantastic spot. “Oh fuck that feels good, keep going, right there!”

Jesus fucking Christ he was going to die. He was going to keel over right then and there, and he was already dead! How the fuck could you be allowed to do this kinda thing to him? You were squirming under his hands, clutching the comforters between your white-knuckled fingers, and moaning like he was fucking you into oblivion, all the while his cock was trapped painfully in his pants and it was so goddamn frustrating. He was so close to snapping, just pulling your shorts aside and fucking you until you screamed, but he refused to do that without your consent. No, he needed you to know, he needed you to say yes, and he needed it now. 

“Beej…fuck, you’re amazing,” you moaned. You bit your lower lip and let out a soft, barely there whine, and that was fucking it. Beetlejuice chuckled darkly and leaned forward, his resolve snapping as he hovered over you completely, keeping his lips close to your ear. 

“Are you trying to turn me on, or are you just that oblivious?” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“What? What are you talking abou-…oh,” you breathed, because now you could feel his cock pressing against your ass. Curious, you shifted against him experimentally, causing Beej to groan into your ear before chuckling darkly. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you want me too,” he crooned, sitting back up to drag his hands down the warm, reddened skin of your back. “Because unlike you, I don’t keep my head firmly up my ass.”

“Hey, that is so unfair!” you retorted, flipping yourself over to glare up at him. “You’re the one who’s constantly flirted with me and never followed through! Was I supposed to just know that that meant something, or did I have to find out when you popped a boner giving me a massage?” 

Of course, you suddenly realize the position you’ve put yourself in when you get a good look at said boner, his hard cock only about a foot away from you face where he was straddling your hips. He tried to hide his smirk when he noticed you staring.

“Did you ever think that’s because I was waiting for you to ask?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. “That I didn’t want to be the big bad demon preying on some innocent breather? And not just any innocent breather, one I…you know, care about.” He rubbed his hand through his hair shyly. “You’re more than just someone to fuck to me, sweets, you gotta know that.” You hesitated before smiling softly, your heart fluttering incessantly in your chest because you’d been waiting for what seemed like forever for this to happen and frankly, you’re feeling desperate for him. 

“I…I think I know that now, Beej,” you said, running your fingers through his hair before giving an experimental tug and a short grind of your hips against his. He groaned, biting his lower lip as it faded into a deep growl. 

“Be careful with who you’re messing with, doll,” he warned. “You’re probably gonna want to be able to walk out of here by the time I’m done with you.”

“Please, like you could break me that easily,” you countered, pulling him by the hair to press the full length of his body to yours. “Why don’t you show me what you’re made of, hmm?” He barked out a laugh, shaking his head fondly at your eagerness. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, soothing the blush of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh, your girl, huh?” you laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him. He chuckled darkly, quickly grabbing both of your wrists and pinning your arms above your head, leaning in until your lips were so close to touching.

“Sweetness,” he murmured, his breath puffing out and over your lips. “If you didn’t realize that you’re already mine, you haven’t been paying attention.”

Those words sent heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, pulling a whine from your lips as you finally closed the distance between you and kissed him roughly. He inhaled sharply and pressed his full weight down onto you, holding you firmly in place as he ground his cock into your hip as he kissed you back, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging until you whimpered for him. He pulled away and began attacking your neck, sucking gorgeous marks into your sensitive skin while you whined and struggled against his grip. He held your wrists firmly, not letting you budge a single inch while he laved his tongue over the bruises that were just beginning to form, pulling whimper after whimper from your parted lips. 

“God, I’ve been waiting so damn long for this…” he moaned into your skin, shifting downward and snapping his fingers to remove the offending sports bra that was keeping him from more of your gorgeous body. Your nipples hardened at the exposure to the slightly chilled air, which only made Beetlejuice more excited to play with them. He dove in, sucking one into his mouth and circling it with the tip of his tongue, moaning when you buried your hands in his hair and tugged. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple before sucking bruise after bruise onto your breast, pain and pleasure harmonizing so gloriously that it left you breathless. “Mm, you taste so fucking good, sweets…but I bet you taste even better down here, hmm?”

His hands stroked down your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, lingering there while his eyes silently asked for your permission. You lifted your hips to make it as easy as possible for him to get your shorts off, because you fucking needed them off now.

“Beej, come on, get ‘em off, please,” you whimpered, frustrated at how slowly he was peeling them and your panties off of you. He merely chuckled, taking his sweet time in sliding them down your legs and off completely.

“Patience, doll,” he cooed, making you grumble with frustration. “We’ve waited this long, what’s the harm in taking our time?”

“Easy for you to say, asshole,” you mumbled. “You probably got some in the last few months.”

“Guess again, angel,” he countered. You expected to see mirth in his eyes, but he simply gazed at you. He was completely serious. 

“You…you didn’t?”

“Not a chance,” he said, rubbing his hands up your thighs to land on your hips. “No one else was worth my time, babes. No one but you.”

Those words hit you like a rock. He waited. The horniest, most lecherous demon you knew waited for you. He could’ve had anyone until you finally got your shit together, but instead he waited months just to be with you. 

You rose up onto your knees and pulled Beetlejuice into a long, languid kiss, pouring every feeling you had into it as you laved your tongue over his lower lip, just hoping and praying that it would show him what he meant to you. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping you up in his arms before lowering you back onto the mattress, settling himself between your spread legs. He pulled away from the kiss to lower himself fully between your legs, drinking in the sight of you, fully exposed and glistening.

“Ohhh, baby,” he groaned, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh that trembled under his touch. “You are even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

“Beej, come on, please…” you mumbled, running your fingers through his hair and pleading with your eyes. He smirked up at you, content to watch you struggle not to shove his face into your pussy for a few moments longer.

“You ask me so nicely, babes,” he said, his smile growing toothy and almost sinister. “But I bet I can make you beg.” And with that, he buried his face in your pussy, greedily tasting you to your very core. You threw your head back with a gasp, gripping his hair tightly as he circled your clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Your thighs shook as he gripped them and pressed the flat of his tongue against you, letting you grind against his face and chase the pleasure you craved. Having his face in your pussy was enough to make him painfully hard where he was stuck in his pants, so he snapped his fingers to rid himself of his suit and began to stroke his cock in earnest. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending stars to blur your vision as you bit your lip to hold back your moans. 

“I thought you tasted good before, sweetness, but down here you’re fucking mouthwatering,” he groaned, letting one finger come up and trace your entrance. “You want more, sweetheart, hmm? Better let me fuckin’ hear it.” 

“Yes,” you moaned, tugging at his hair to try and force him back between your legs. “I want you, Beej, please just fucking take me.” At this, you heard a deep laugh rumble in his chest.

“Believe me, doll, I plan on it,” he said, slowly plunging his middle finger inside you as he went back to licking intermittently at your clit. You immediately clenched around his finger, moaning as he began to curl it in just the right way, your fists absolutely white-knuckled in the blankets as he practically dragged the pleasure out of you. He quickly added a second finger, fucking them in and out and trying not to come untouched from the thought of that wet heat practically choking his cock. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Beetlejuice, please!” you cried out. He tutted, opting to finger you harder, pulling near screams out of your throat, which was quickly growing sore. 

“Come on, baby, I know you can. Just tell me what you need. Beg for it like a good little girl, and if you do it extra pretty, I’ll let you cum.”

You growled in frustration, seething at the shit-eating grin he was shooting you without even once letting up on the unrelenting pace of his fingers. 

“I-ah, ah- want you to fuck me, Beetlejuicccccceshit, oh fuck, want your cock in me so bad, please God I wanna cum, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna cum, please!” 

“Mm, good girl. Cum,” he commanded, leaning down to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue until you screamed, clenching tightly around his fingers as you came. He fingered you through it, only pulling his fingers out of you once you’d fully come down, panting heavily with a thin sheen of sweat making your skin glow in the light your lamp gave off. Beetlejuice grinned up at you from between your legs, lips glistening with your cum and his eyes practically heart-shaped.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, sliding up the bed until you were face to face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you so intently that you nearly wanted to shy away from the intensity of it all. “Knew you’d look so pretty when you cum, baby, but I bet you’ll be drop dead gorgeous when you cum around my cock,” he groaned, kissing you intensely. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips, feeling him grind his cock against your thigh as he probed your mouth with his tongue. He pulled away, panting harshly against your skin. “One more time, baby. What do you want?”

“Want you to fuck me, BJ,” you murmured, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “Waited so long for you, I just…I need you…” He smiled against your lips, kissing you sweetly before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Alright, baby, we’re gonna take this nice and slow, ok?” he asked. “Keep those eyes on me, want you to watch me while I fuck you, got it?” You nodded, inhaling sharply as he began to enter you. He wasn’t incredibly long, but God was he thick, his girth stretching you beautifully as he pushed into you. Beej groaned against your lips, watching you intently for any signs of pain as he bottomed out, his hips pressed firmly against yours. 

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s the stuff, sweetness,” he groaned, taking in the intoxicating feeling of your pussy clenching around him, adjusting so beautifully to his girth. “Shit, you’re taking me so well, baby. How you feelin’? Any pain?”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head. You rolled your hips experimentally, gasping at the feeling of him moving inside of you. “Beej, just…don’t hold back, alright? I told you, you can’t break me that easily. Just…make me yours.” That last bit made him growl almost involuntarily, grabbing at your hips impatiently and starting to thrust, picking up speed the louder you moan. He holds you so close, pressing your foreheads together so he can watch you as you fall apart for him. 

“Say it again, baby girl,” he murmured, kissing across her cheek to nibble at her ear. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Beej, fuck, I-I need more, harder,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He speeds up with a deep growl, re-angling himself in the most perfect way, the head of his cock dragging beautifully against your G spot that sends stars to cloud your vision once more. You’re not sure you remembered your name, but frankly, it felt unimportant compared to the bliss you sunk into with each and every thrust of his cock inside of you. 

“Again, baby, come on,” he said, egging you on. 

“I’m yours!”

“Again!” 

“Yours! Fuck, shit, you feel so fucking good, God I love you!”

That was it. Whatever little restraint he had splintered as he pulled you tightly against him, rutting into you with everything he had. He’d never let you go again, never let you leave his arms; he’d die holding you, die fucking you, die loving you, if he could. He moaned louder, thrusted harder, kissed fiercer, and all of it was setting you ablaze from the inside out. You curled yourself into his arms as firmly as you could, wanting him around you, in you, wanting him and only him because you were his, and in that moment, he was all you needed. Your pleasure seemed to seep out of every pore in your skin, your voice hoarse from crying out as he littered you with kisses and bite marks, undeniable claims on every inch of skin he could find. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Love you too, babes, God, I love you so goddamn much I can’t breathe, and this tight little pussy, mmph, fucking milking me, huh? You’re gonna make me cum, sweets. Is that what you want, you want me to fill you up? Make you mine? Cum with me, baby, wanna watch you cum around my fucking cock-”

You cut him off with a choked off wail, clenching around him as tightly as you could as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you, threatening to drown you, to bury you beneath a deep abyss, but you simply wouldn’t mind. You felt him spill into you, groaning into your collarbone as his whole body trembled around you. You were floating, you were sinking, you were living, you were dying, and it was everything that you needed and more, infinitely more. You let your eyes slide shut as you came down, feeling Beetlejuice maneuvering you both into a more comfortable position. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were pressed against his chest, your chin resting comfortably right at the top of his pec. 

“Welcome back, beautiful,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Was afraid I’d knocked you clean out. How are you feelin’?”

“Mm, fantastic,” you said hoarsely, stretching your arms a bit before settling firmly into his side. “So, was that everything you’d been waiting for?” 

With a warm chuckle, he pulled you close, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead as you let your eyes slide shut again, your exhaustion taking you over.

“Everything, love,” he murmured, “and more.” 

(THIS BECAME 9 PAGES LONG. IT’S ALMOST FINALS WEEK. I’M DUMB BUT I LOVE THIS SO WHATEVER)

@scribblepigeon @realmonsterboyhours @yankyo @sapphic-florals @monsterlovinghours @the-ineffable-prince-of-hells @beetlebop

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[nctwd127]

Chemistry, lust and pure filthy desire.

For Painting Anon, thank you forever 

I got carried away and my kinks came out, also I envisioned SuperM Mark lol.

Mark Lee has been your best friend since you were kids, practically in diapers, so whenever you hear his hookups describe how the sex was, you cringe.

You saw him not as a brother, but he’s a baby, like a whole fucking baby. He complained about the smallest things and threw tantrums when you wouldn’t pay attention to him.

How can a baby like him, make someone get on their knees in one word?

It bothered Mark how much you actually doubted his ability to have any girl at his will, it bothered him so much he swore to himself he was going to make you crumble under him. He was going to do everything and anything to prove you wrong.

Friday afternoon came by and you guys were having your monthly sleep over. With school and work, it was hard to see each other as much as you’re used too so sleepovers were needed. This month it was at his place.

“So Mr. Mark Lee, I heard about another adventure you had this week.” You paused to giggle remembering the conversation the girls were having, “If only they knew you were such a baby.” You attempted to squish his cheeks but he caught your hands before they did.

“Stop doing that.” He warned you.

You were caught off guard for a moment because he never reacts like that nor does he ever hold you with force, it’s always soft lingering touches. And you hated to admit that it made you feel some type of way.

He let you go and you weren’t sure what do to so you just smiled and walked back to the couch to pick a movie. While your back was to him, he smirked knowing he was just getting started.

During movies, Mark usually pestered you until you cuddled him but this time he didn’t and that felt weird. Halfway through the movie, you shimmied over to him and laid your head on his shoulder, to kind of give him the hint to cuddle himself into you like he always does.

Instead, he wrapped his arm around you and cuddled you into him. The action once again caught you off guard and your body tensed for a few seconds. You eventually moved past the new feeling of being in his arms and found that you actually enjoyed it more.

The movie ended and it was time for bed, so there you laid in Mark’s bed like you have a million times and somehow this one time felt different. The air was thick with a new feeling and you couldn’t quite pin point it.

Mark was laying on his back, facing the ceiling with closed eyes and you laid on your side facing him. You took the moment to just stare at him and take in his features. You never really noticed how much he changed and how he no longer had his baby face.

You spent days in and out with this kid, when the fuck did he change so much?

The idea of you thinking of him in another way that you shouldn’t had you shook, so you scooted over and started tickling him, anything to make that terrible feeling go away.

“Stop, what are you doing?” He laughed trying to push you away but to no avail. Your fingers kept at his side so he had no other choice but to put his plan into action.

You just made it a whole lot easier for him to pin you down and make you see what everyone else sees.

Everything happened so fast, one second you were tickling him and the next, he was on top of you with your hands pinned above your head and his face millimeters away from your own.

“Are you done treating me like a child?”

His breath hit your face and a chill went down your spine, you laughed it off and went to move your hands but he kept them in place.

“I asked you a question (Y/N).”

Mark’s face was resting on the side of yours and you could feel how hot his skin was in comparison to yours, his grip on your wrist was strong and heavy, his hip bone was digging into you at an uncomfortable angle.

You moved your legs so he could fall in between yours and that was a mistake. As soon as he fell into place, something poked your heat head on and caused you to moan.

He pulled away from your face and saw the shock covering your features and wide eyes, he smirked. Instead of pulling away, he rolled his hips into you over and over again.

“Moan for me again.” He ordered, when you bite your lip to stop yourself from doing so, he rolled against you harder. “I said, moan for me again.”

His name fell past your lips in a whiny moan and that inflated his ego like it never has before. There was no turning back from this, he was going to fulfill his promise.

Mark Lee wanted to have you and that’s exactly what was going to happen here tonight.

He looked at you for a moment before his lips came down to meet yours, this was the very first time you were kissing someone you considered your best friend. You thought it would have been uncomfortable or weird, anything but what you actually felt.

Chemistry, lust and pure filthy desire.

In the middle of the heavy make out session you were in, he let go of your hands and one of them came down to the waist band of your bottoms. His cold fingertips against your skin, made you shudder under him and pull away.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll pull away right now.”

You gave into what you felt, even if it was a new feeling. Now you wanted to know what all those other girls felt when they were with Mark Lee. But you’re mistaken if you think you’re going to be another girl on his list of fucks.

“Don’t stop.”

He smirked and slide his hand inside your bottoms and undies, his fingers instantly connecting to your nub. He drew painfully slow eight’s, with the intention of wanting to hear you plead him for more.

Mark wanted to break you.

“Please Mark.” You mumbled against his cheek, feeling how his smirk grew more. You moved your face down to his neck and licked his hot skin. Right where you licked, you blew onto the wet patch before attaching your lips to it.

He groaned at the feeling, teasing your hole with one finger for a bit, spreading your wetness around. Finally he pushed in, instantly setting a fast pace. You never thought of his hands bigger than yours but right now, it felt like he was reaching places you never have.

“Right there, oh god Mark.” You moaned, your hands tangling into his hair and pulling at the roots. It felt so good, so fucking good having his fingers in the depths of your walls.

Mark curled his fingers right into your g-spot, making you moan louder than you liked and your body shake, “Hmm I wonder would happened if I did that again.” He teased, giving your cheek a small bite.

There were no words that you could think of before he did it again and your body reacted the same without you wanting it too, “Fuck you Lee.” You breathed out.

“Gladly.”

He pulled away from your body and got off the bed, you watched as he stripped himself. First came his shirt, he pulled it over his head and out came his toned tan torso. The lines of his almost there six pack were so mesmerizing.

You had the urge to run your tongue down his body, actually all over his body. The urge grew even more when his pants came down and he sprung free, hitting his stomach.

But you wanted to fuck with him because this whole thing caught you off guard. And you also wanted to make him angry, according to what the girls said, that’s when he was at his best.

“Even like this you’re still such a baby Markie.”

The nickname made his blood boil and his vision turn red, normally he wouldn’t get mad but you hit a nerve with a hammer. He was going to prove you wrong.

Mark walked to the edge of the bed and pulled your ankles down to him, “I’ll show you how much of a fucking baby I am.” He pulled down your shorts and threw them on the floor. Then he proceed to yank your panties off, they were made out of lace and he was angry.

When he pulled at the hem, they tore right off you like they were breakaway. Now that left you speechless and him satisfied. Your shirt was next and he had you exactly like he wanted you.

“Turn around and get on all fours. Now.” He commanded.

You did as he asked without hesitation, the lust was tearing away at your being. It was almost hard to breathe. Your gripped the bed sheets out of excitement when the bed dipped under his weight behind you.

The tip of his cock teased your entrance, feeling the way your juices were spread around all over, “Beg me to fuck you like the slut that you are.” Each word came out coaxed with desire, it drove you wild and made you clench around nothing.

And that was the problem, it was around nothing. You wanted Mark desperately and that’s exactly what the both of you wanted. He wanted to see you crumble under him and you wanted to see what the others girls did.

Now you wanted to feel it.

“Please Mark, fuck me. Make me yours, treat me like your slut.” You begged into the sheets where your face was pressed down into.

Just like that, he snapped his hips into you. The grip he had on your waist was deadly, the sound of skin hitting skin bounced off the walls. The headboard was knocking into the wall with the force he plowed into you.

Moans and groans mixed together, making heavenly sounds neither of you have ever heard before. Curse words was all you knew and your fingers hurt with how hard you were clutching onto the bed sheets.

“Call me a baby again, I fucking dare you.” Mark made your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulled your head back, making your back arch more.

The new angle had him hitting deeper than before, “Fuck Mark.” You cried feeling your release near. “I take it back, I take it all back.”

He pulled you up so your back was pressed against him, he let go of your waist and wrapped it around, to reach your clit. He pressed his index and middle against but did nothing, “Tell me what you take back baby.” He groaned into your ear.

“You’re not a baby Mark.” You moaned, holding onto his thighs for support. “Please let me cum.”

Mark granted you your wish and added the pressure you needed on your clit, “Cum for me slut.” And you did, harder than you ever have on your own or on anyone else.

Your vision went white and your nails dug into his thighs, your mouth was agape but no sounds came out. Not even if you tried did they come out.

The way your body shook and your walls wrapped tighter around his cock, pushed him to his own sweet thoughtless, wordless release.

Never has anyone made Mark cum as hard as he did into you, the way you just did.

It was all about the chemistry, lust and pure filthy desire between the two of you.

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

This Next Chapter

Part 3 to Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

This is the third and final part. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Not here. Not now. He couldn’t be. She shouldn’t be.

Your first instinct was to go and embrace Jughead. A year’s conditioning kicking in. But you contained yourself and pressed the urge down. That wasn’t something you could do anymore. You were left silently wondering what Jughead was doing there. Had you missed something when you were still together? But then again, you had missed that he had fallen in love with someone else.

Did she know that Jughead was here? Did she know things about his South Side life that he never entrusted you with? Where was she? Maybe she was a Serpent and that was why he was there.

Either way, you couldn’t deal with him right now. Your heart broke a little more at the sight of him. You didn’t even know that was still possible. Just as you started to feel better, he had to pop back up and bring back the memories of that evening.

Jughead was still looking at you. His mind was racing with possible explanations as to why you were at the Whyte Wyrm which was exactly what he had tried to keep from happening. Somewhere deep inside he was happy to see you. His heart had jumped when he first laid eyes on you in that booth, but the more rational part inside him wouldn’t take it. He went through the heartbreak as well. He felt the pain as well. And now what? It was all for nothing! You were here when you were supposed to be on the North Side continuing on with your life!

He had tried to protect you and you apparently had just calmly walked straight into the lion’s den. It was quite infuriating. The plan was to keep you as far as possible from this place and these people.

He couldn’t help but wonder though how it came to be. You sitting next to Sweet Pea. You in the Whyte Wyrm. With Sweet Pea. A surge of jealousy overcame him which he had no right to feel. You were not with him anymore. But you being with Sweet Pea didn’t sit right with him.

There was no other choice. He had to talk to you, even though he didn’t know what he would say. He had to get you away from this place, this life. Ignoring the people who were asking him if he was alright after he had been standing in the same spot for a while staring into seemingly nothing he only had eyes for you as he made his way through the crowd.

“I can’t be here!” you exclaimed as you saw that Jughead was moving towards your booth. You weren’t ready for a confrontation. Not yet. You would break, if you talked to him now, you knew. The voices of the people around you moved into the background as you hastily grabbed your phone and wallet.

He watched you scrambling for your stuff before you jumped up and ran out of the bar. He looked at the door for several more seconds after you had already disappeared again. Maybe, if he just hoped enough, you would appear back through it. But you never did. It was a rather strange encounter, but it left him longing for your company and touch. If he hadn’t realized before how much he missed you, it was clear to him now. With an ache in his chest he could almost feel your skin under his fingertips and your smell in his nose.

You were standing outside, just around the corner where Sweet Pea had parked his bike. The cold evening air sent shivers all over your body. You rubbed your arms in an attempt to produce some warmth that your jacket would offer if you hadn’t forgotten it in your rush to get out of the building.

At the sound of footsteps you squeezed your eyes shut praying that it wasn’t Jughead who had come after you. Anybody would be better. You looked up to the sky and took deep breaths before allowing yourself to look at who had come after you.

To your relief it was Toni who came stepping around the corner, your jacket in her hand, which you gladly took and put on, and a cautious smile on her face. She didn’t even have to ask for you to understand her question.

“Not here. Okay?”

She agreed immediately and offered to take you to her trailer where you could also spend the night. You hadn’t expected this kindness from an almost stranger but were thankful that you received it. Some people seemed to actually care about you after all.

So, you told Toni about everything that had happened between you and Jughead, from your first meeting over the beginning of your relationship to the breakup. Toni listened in silence. Sometimes, when you couldn’t talk anymore or choked on your sobs she took your hand and tried to comfort you. Weirdly enough, her encouragements and talking about it helped. You realized that before today you hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened. You kept it all inside, let it build up until you cracked. That’s why talking about it now was so hard on you. You opened the floodgates you had sealed shut for so long.

But Toni didn’t judge. Not when you needed to stop to get some air, not when you were a sobbing mess on her bed. On the contrary, she made you a hot chocolate and waited patiently for you to tell your story. It’s been a while since you’ve felt that heard.

“When did it happen?” She cautiously asked.

“About two months ago,” you replied, wiping the last tear off your cheek. You assumed you looked much disheveled right now, big red eyes, red cheeks, your hair a royal mess from all the times you went through it while talking. “Why?”

Toni shrugged. She didn’t want to tell you that that was just about the time Jughead had joined the Serpents, that he had never talked about a girl or that he always had this sadness in his eyes she hadn’t known where it came from. She wouldn’t tell you that now. The girl before her was broken and if Toni was wrong in her assumption and told her, she couldn’t forgive herself.

Instead, she kept it to herself and offered you some clothes to sleep in. After all the crying you fell asleep quickly and dreamt about bars and bikes and snakes.

When you woke up the next morning, Toni wasn’t there. You looked around the trailer, if maybe she left a note but there was nothing to be found apart from some clothes that were laid out on the bed. You assumed they were meant for you, so you got dressed and checked your phone. A notification from a few minutes ago was dancing on your screen. It was a text from Sweet Pea who would pick you up in a bit. As you were about to type in a reply, you already heard the roar of his bike outside the trailer.

You grabbed your stuff and left the trailer to be greeted by a smiling Sweet Pea. “Let’s go eat something!” He didn’t allow you to protest, so you got on behind him and he drove away.

That was how you ended up at Pop’s, at your wish. It was never too early for fries and milkshakes.

“You wanna talk about what happened last night?” He asked before he stole one of your fries with a cheeky grin.

You let out a deep sigh but told him what you told Toni yesterday, just a little shorter. It didn’t feel as bad this time. Having talked about it at least once before saw to it that you didn’t end up in tears again. It made you realize that it really would get easier with time and with friends to talk to.

After your tale a heavy feeling laid upon the both of you as you sat in silence but Sweet Pea was quick to dissolve it.

For the rest of the day you drove around with Sweet Pea, joking around and having a great day all around. When he dropped you off at your house in the evening he told you he’d be back in the morning to drive you to school. You tried to convince him that it wasn’t necessary, but he knew that you barely went and wanted to change it. You reluctantly gave in, but when you saw him the next morning you were quite happy that you didn’t have to do this yourself, that he was there for you, figuratively and literally.

That went on for a month. He would pick you up at your house, drive you to school, get you from there again in the afternoon and then you would spend the rest of the day together doing homework, eating at Pop’s, sometimes hanging out with Toni and Fangs. If for some reason he couldn’t be there, one of the others was. You always asked Sweet Pea if you weren’t a burden, if it wasn’t a nuisance driving to the North Side each day for her, but he shook her off every time assuring her that he liked to spend the time with her.

 It was Friday evening. Sweet Pea had come over after your mom had left. Now you were sprawled out over the couch, the giant Sweet Pea taking up most of the space, but you fought for your spot in the corner. His head was turned towards the TV where a movie was running that you hadn’t paid any attention to from the start. He noticed that your mind was not on the movie, so he grabbed the remote and paused it. Before he could ask what was going on you already voiced your thoughts.

“I want to talk to Jughead!”

“Wh- why? What? Why now?”

“I think, I’m ready. I need to speak with him. I need closure.” You tried to explain. “Can you set something up? I… don’t want to text him.” You added quietly. The thought of opening up your old chats with Jugheads scared you. More importantly, the memories and old feelings that might come with it. Sweet Pea asked again if you were certain you wanted to do this, but you weren’t about to back out now. This was what you needed.

So, Sweet Pea set it up and on Sunday afternoon you were seated in a booth at the Whyte Wyrm waiting for Jughead. Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Hey! You can do this! I’ll be right over by the bar. Just call if you need me!” Sweet Pea assured you. But when Jughead walked through the door and Sweet Pea left you didn’t feel so sure anymore.

Jughead looked like he wanted to go in for a hug when he got to the table but thought better of it, so instead he quietly sat down.

None of you said anything at first. The tension between you felt unfamiliar, unreal, but it was there, painfully sitting upon your shoulders, reminding you of what was and what had happened. You were grasping for the words you had prepared, everything you wanted to say to him but your mind was blank now that he actually sat in front of you.

He spoke your name, making you look up at him. “What are you doing here?” The question threw you off. Wasn’t it obvious what you were doing here?

“I wanted to talk to you after how-” “I don’t mean that! I mean, what are you doing at the Whyte Wyrm? What are you doing with Sweet Pea? This is not your crowd!”

“Well, it is now! Sweet Pea is my friend. He helped me out of… a mess I was in after our breakup.” Talking about it, you just wanted to cry, but you wouldn’t do that now. You would be strong and keep a straight face. Don’t let him know how hard it was for you! Don’t let him know how much it broke you!

“No, you don’t understand!” He took his beanie off in frustration tucking at his dark hair. “You can’t be here! It’s dangerous!”

“I’m not gonna let you tell me where I can or can’t be! This is my life! I can be where I want. I can be with whomever I want. I can be who I want!” You declared. “And I’m not stupid! I’d say I can assess the danger I’m in.”

Jughead groaned and slammed a hand on the table making the people around you turn their heads towards the two of you. At the bar, Sweet Pea already got up from his chair to intervene at any moment, but you gestured to him that you had it handled.

“You just don’t get it! I had to join, but I wanted you out of all of this! I broke up with you to protect you! Do you know what I’ve been through to keep you away from this place? I had to pretend that there’s someone else when I’ve only over loved you!”

“What you’ve been through?” You snapped. “Jughead, for two months after you broke up with me, I was nothing! I was lost! I drank and smoked and took whatever pills people offered me. You broke me! I really thought that I couldn’t live without you, but then Sweet Pea came into my life and he helped me. He made me realize that I don’t need the alcohol or the drugs to live happily, but most importantly, I don’t need you, Jughead! I asked you here, so that maybe we could talk about it, to get some closure, but you know what I realized? I don’t need anything from you anymore, Jug! You might actually have been the greatest mistake of my life. Goodbye!”

You stood and walked over to Sweet Pea. Everything that just happened replayed in your mind. “Fuck, I just did that, didn’t I?” You were surprised by yourself.

“Hell yeah, you did!” Sweet Pea affirmed and pulled you into a much needed hug. “Let’s get out of here!”

You left the bar hand in hand with Sweet Pea leaving Jughead and that chapter of your story behind you.

 That night you kept thinking about the Serpents and Sweet Pea and your life in Riverdale and you came to a conclusion. You had to leave. Start fresh somewhere far away from here. As soon as the thought manifested in your mind you knew it was the right thing to do. You were not running away, no. You were walking towards a new, better life for yourself. Without toxic people and bad habits. It was a chance to start anew, make better choices and think more carefully about who you let into your life and heart.

Telling Sweet Pea might have been the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but he was understanding and supportive. His offer for you to join the Serpents was nice and thoughtful, but it would also mean being around Jughead a lot which wasn’t good for your mental health.

So, when it was time, Sweet Pea brought you to the bus station to see you off into your new adventure. It was only fitting that the guy who pulled you out of the dumps and who you’ve been relying on as a clutch would be there when you took that next step on your own two feet.

[allonsy-yesiwill]

Tis The Season: The Unspoken Truth

WC: 1400 ish 

Pairing:  Dean x Y/N 

Warnings: a little bit of angst (read is an orphan but it didn’t happen till she was an adult and hit of crap parents) torwards the end but mostly just fluffy goodness

A/N: I tend to treat the English language like a garbage bin, in public I pronounce gym phonetically cause it makes people mad, and me smile. So please if you are an English teacher just pass on all of this... cause my tenses are timey whimy to say the least. That being said if you want to Beta, let me know I could use all the help I can get... hmmm, I guess that’s just a general statement about my life really..lol.  

The morning always came too early for, Y/N with Dean getting up around 5:30 to get ready for work. Y/N usually got home around midnight, an hour after the bar closed for the night. On Friday and Saturday Dean usually supported the bar so that he could spend some time with her. The staff even joked that he was their first unpaid employee, helping Y/N stock the bar or take out the trash when needed. For Y/N birthday this year they even made them the official cutest couple on staff, the picture of them still sits on the outside bar. 

“Good morning beautiful,” Dean kissed Y/N while she lay in bed. “I am really nervous about all of this and I know you already know this but.” 

Y/N instruped, “Oh babe I know you don’t want to fly there. It’s okay I got it. I am off all day, I am going to get out of bed now and I will make sure everything is packed and ready. It’s okay Dean, I will be with you the whole way alright.” Y/N rubbed his cheek with her thumb hoping to help him calm down. They have been talking about this trip for two week because Dean was terrified of flying. He originally wanted to work form home that day so he could help Y/N get everything ready however they both decided that working would be a welcome distraction form the events later in the day. 

“Thank you,” Dean said, leaning his forehead against hers. 

Y/N spent the day packing and planning making sure she had everything Dean needed for the flight including some legally purchased gummies, that she knew Dean would snack on before getting on the plane. She couldn’t help but chuckle getting everything ready, him talking about flying was the first time she had ever seen Dean scared. It was painfully obvious to her, no matter how much he tried to hide it. 

As the afternoon rolled on Y/N hopped in the shower wanting to be as clean as possible before flying, knowing that the she was going to be squished between Dean and some random stranger for a few hours while they traveled to Kansas. She hadn’t flown in sometime but she new the drill, dressing in black leggings, a black tank top, heavy knit christmas and her favorite ugg boots. She was all set the luggage was by the door, Dean jeans along with his red and black flannel were waiting for him upstairs so he could shower and get dressed before they left no later than 5:30.

The plan went accordingly and know they found themself waiting at the gate with 90 mins to kill before the plane left. 

“Are these form me or you,” Dean winked at Y/N pulling out the gummies. 

“Well they are for both of us but you only get one and then you can eat the rest of these,” Y/N said pulling out a bag of unopened gummies she purchased inside the airport. 

“Oh well I see, so should I take it now or wait till I am on the plane?  How have I never thought about doing this, I am only in my 40′s and doing something that’s completely legal here,” Dean laughed.

“Ha, well your family seems a little straight-laced so it’s fine, but yes take it now so that way you will be relaxed for take off.” 

They continue chatting about the upcoming events till they hear the boarding call for first class and Dean stands up saying, “Merry Christmas baby, that’s us.” 

“Dean we talked about this, it was way too much money and you’re going to sleep the whole way.” 

“I know, and I am a horrible listener,” Dean chuckled while helping her up.

This the first time Y/N had ever sat in first class there was so much room and it was just the two of them. While everyone boarded the plane they got comfy together waiting for take off. Dean was already starting to feel the gummy, Y/N could tell as he was starting to drift in and out of sleep. 

“Alright babe, I am going to need you to eat and drink everything so that we get our money's worth,” He laughed.

“Dean, it’s a 3 hours flight you will have to carry me off the plane if I drink whiskey the whole time.” 

“Hmm you’re right maybe champagne for the princess and food get food too. Maybe stash form cookies for when I wake up,” Dean let out with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. 

“Okay babe,” she said before kissing him on his cheek. 

The flight was very uneventful, Y/N spent some time talking with some of the stewarts. In return they made sure to give her more than a few unopened bottles of champagne while keeping her glass full. They also provided a few packages of cookies for Dean after she shared her story of her day and how nervous he was for this trip.  

When the plane landed Y/N softly woke up a sleepy Dean with the promise of cookies. When they picked up their luggage Dean thought about something he had never considered. 

“Fuck, what if I am still high. I don’t think I can drive. Could you drive, shit I don't’ want to do that. You don’t know where you are going. Son of bitch, why did I do that?”  Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, calm down. I spoke with the shop owner, the gummy only lasted four hours maybe five max, you ate one 90 mins before our flight and the time it took for us to get off the plane and get our luggage we are way over the 5 hours mark. PS you’re so adorable when you worry, I don’t want it to be a consistent thing but it’s pretty cute.”  “Shut up, you’re adorable,” Dean said with a smile. 

Before they left the airport Dean let out a big sigh and looked at Y/N. “Okay so there is one other thing that I need to tell you, before you meet my family. And I want you to know that I love you and that you’re here and this, this all falls on me. I know I should have told them that we are dating but I just haven’t yet.” 

“So who do they think is coming with you,” Y/N asked, concerned not because he hadn’t named the relationship, she just wanted to know what you were walking into. 

“Well I told them I was going to bring my best friend because she didn't have any family to be with for the Holiday’s and I didn’t want her to be alone,” Dean said, avoiding eye contact. 

“First did you tell them that both of my parents are dead, cause I don’t like the orphan word. Both of my parents died when I was a grown ass adult and they weren’t super great at their roles so you know I just don’t want to be someone rich family’s pity project.  Second, you know you could have told me this before we left. I get you were scared and I understand that your relationship, especially with your dad is complicated at best. I mean I could have stayed home and made all of this so much easier,” Y/N sighed 

“See I knew you would say that and it would have broken my heart to leave you alone for Christmas. And honestly I am being a little bit selfish, I need you to be there by me for this trip. I have tried to tell them that we are dating so many times. I think Sammy knows but hasn’t said anything. I just don’t, want to be a disappointment or for them to not love you as much as I do.” 

“Why would you be a disappointment, am I a disappointment?”

“Oh god no baby, never you’re my happiness, my everything. It’s just to them life is more about titles, not love and that scares me so much.” 

“Hey, you know I love you right. We can and will get through this together no matter how much of a hot mess hallmark movie this Christmas is going to be,” Y/N said with a smile, “ besides you are going to have the harder job here. Keeping Dean Jr in check.” They both laughed. 

“Well you aren’t wrong, you ass in those leggins. When I got home we almost missed the flight,” Dean laughed.  

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If You Believe / Beverly Marsh Imagine

Request: Hi, love! I'm so glad you're back!!! Do you think you could write an imagine where Beverly Marsh has an insecure girlfriend? If you're okay with that of course. 😊 

Of course love, I’m always here for some Beverly love! <3

All comments and requests are much appreciated!

As your hips sway, catching the last traces of the pelting wintry drops of rain on this overcast grey afternoon, you sigh slightly to yourself as the rain patters over your head, the soft splashes bombarding sparkly beads of water onto you and the nearby tarnished and rusty streetlamp you pass. As you gaze wistfully up at the streaky clouds hiding the last rays of sunlight, your pace quickens slightly, your shoes starting to pound against the pavement as you want nothing more than to just get home and have this day end.

Not paying attention, you nearly slam straight into a small newsstand on the verge of the street before your shared apartment. Unable to help your curiosity, you peer in slightly, avoiding the contentious frown from the man running the shop as he lifts another magazine before his eyes. The bold headline catches your eye, screaming in immense, crass block letters: ‘Fashion designer Beverly Marsh finds flirtatious new fling?’ Gazing away quickly from the gorgeous picture of the model you vaguely remember noticing in passing at the fashion party last week, your mind hones in on the thought of Bev’s hand lingering on the slight curve of his back during the night, her slender fingers dancing lightly over his shoulder. They looked like the perfect couple, and as you turn away quickly, your eyes blurring with hot tears as your fingers curl into a fist, clutching the edge of your shirt as your eyes flash over a rack of tabloid newspapers without you in them, it reminds you too much of her and Bill. Of that summer.

Skidding on the wet pavement, your hands are a blur as you fumble the key out of your pocket and hurry through the front door, the tears falling down your flushed cheeks mixing with the remnants of the rain in hot drops. However, you’re too distracted to notice Bev half-running, half-jumping down the stairs, sliding along the wooden corridor in his woolly socks and flowing satin dressing slip, and finally clashing into you with the most beautiful, cherishing grin lighting up her face.

‘God, I’ve missed you so much. Being sick is the absolute worst, and if I have to look at one more piece of satin...’

Turning fearful suddenly, Bev’s face turns into a quick and anxious frown as her hands land as soft as embers against your waist, her hair tumbling slightly down in front of her eyes like petals.

‘Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong, what has you so upset my love’.

You can’t bare to look at her, choosing instead to bite your cheek as you whisper, ‘Bev, why did you choose me instead of Bill? Why would you ever have chosen me against anyone?’

Staying silent for a moment, one slender finger running slightly over the curve of her chin as she gazes out the front door, pondering, she finally bursts into life.

‘Y/n, do we remember when we first met?’

The halls of Derry High School are shadowed by the black and white checker board tiles that Beverly’s black Velcro shoes tap upon, echoing over the emerald green lockers.The whole building sends a chill down Bev’s spine as she marches down the hall, her feet squelching wet and leaving tiny little droplets splattered on the ground like blood, her bag thwacking painfully against her spine, the sickly feeling of wet plastic and garbage sliding down onto her leg. Wrapping her arms around her chilled body, Bev ignores the laughter and nervous conversations from the few pupils late for class that litter the hallway, turning her eyes down to the frail edges of her skirt to avoid the burning gazes as they snigger, huffing lightly and just praying her dad will still be at work so early on during this Friday afternoon.

Bev sighs to herself, rolling the cigarettes back into her sleeve as they slip down, stepping out the school door, her shoes a dead weight against the stone. There is no sky today, only a rough woollen blanket of mottled grey smothering the sky and sweltering the air in a thick dullness. The air is heavy with the dampness of a coming storm, and it is quiet out, unnaturally so. Thin streaks of red break through the cloud, slipping through the cracks like dripping blood and making Bev shiver lightly, a sense of fear and dread in the air that makes her young heart patter.

Rolling forward, she decides as she steps onto the crunchy dying grass to not bother even attempting to go home, the fear of her dad was worse than the fear of being caught skipping school. The tree she decides to thump down under, placing her backpack by her dripping arm stands mute in the air, the humidity encasing them both as the boughs above her stand silent and bare like a billion watchful eyes. Each leaf above her is so tiny, she thinks as she lays down, placing her hands tight behind her head; together they almost obscure the last straggling sun rays that bring this unbearable heat. Even the birds are silenced, statue like as they seem to turn towards her like statues. She twists on the soil, the roots clumsy and coarse against her back as she closes her eyes, but the only things she sees behind her eyelids are the Dead Lights, the razor sharp teeth of Pennywise stretching into oblivion, her eyes glazing over as she startles awake.

‘You look very… damp? Oh god, no, sorry, that sounded so weird. My name, my name is y/n, and this is the worst first impression I could have given.’

Bev manages to chuckle lightly, her heart still racing like galloping horses as she shifts onto her elbows, making out your silhouette against the shaking trees as you sit down on the grass opposite her, your backpack thumping sickly against the ground.

‘It’s okay, really, but what are you doing out here?

‘I saw you leaving, and thought you might need a friend. Greta Bowie really can be such an asshole, and I’ve only been here a month.’

‘Ohhh, you’re the new kid?’ Bev glances at you, a smile dancing on her lips as your eyes scan her face, searching for a sign of what her sparkling eyes, glittering like blooming spring blue bells hide deep within the shadows that swirl behind her face. The only thing you see, however, are the freckles on her face lighting up like the constellations in the night sky, making your heart rate kick up a notch as your hands tighten into fists by your side, your fingers clenching with nerves.

‘If you’d like, me and some guys are meeting at the Quarry later this afternoon, if you want to join?’ Bev tucks stray curls behind her ears, burning like winter fire as she finds herself unable to lock eyes with you, hoping you don’t see the blush that rushes like peonies up her cheeks, and the slight constricting of her throat, such an unnatural feeling, that leaves her slightly breathless.

‘Yeah, yeah Beverly, I’d love to.’

Before you made to leave, you turned towards Bev, reaching behind your back to unclasp your necklace before handing it to her, a faint blush on your cheek at the curious surprise on your face. As her finger fiddle with the heart shape, you say 

‘It can kill monsters, if you believe it does.’

‘What?’

‘Love.’

‘And I’ve worn it every day since, y/n, because you were right. Your love has helped me defeat every monster I’ve ever had. I just need you to believe me now when I say I love you more than anything.’

[marvelous-writer]

Of Laryngitis and Pillow Forts

Summary: Peter comes down with a cold while staying at the Stark’s lake house, but that’s nothing a day filled of movies and cuddles can’t fix. 

Whumptober Day Two: Broken Voice

@whumptober2019

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Peter was taken out of his slumber with a chest-rattling cough that has him shooting up in bed, struggling to get air into his lungs. The fit was short-lived but when it’s over, it leaves him breathless and slightly lightheaded, bent over his lap. He reaches a hand up and rubs at his aching chest, brows pulling together. He’s had this pesky cough since waking up on Thursday morning, since he and Morgan both got caught in the rain the day before when they were swimming in the lake, despite Tony and Pepper’s warning of afternoon showers. 

It was now creeping into the early morning hours of Saturday, and Peter’s certain that he’s sick. 

Peter coughs again into his elbow, letting out a wheezy breath. He glances over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, the red glowing lights reading three-fifteen. He’s struggled the entire night to get any sleep with the constant need to cough and blow his runny nose, as well as not being able to fully lie down. Judging by the horribly achy, burning sensation going on in his chest, he doesn’t think this is just some ordinary cold. If it is, he would already be healed up by now. 

Giving up on trying to go back to sleep, Peter untangles himself from the blankets and forces himself out of bed, grabbing his fluffy red and blue plaid bathrobe that May bought him for his birthday a few months ago, and slips it on, tying it loosely around his waist. 

The hallway was dark when he steps out of his room, the hardwood floor horribly cold under his bare feet as he pads over to the stairs. Light was glowing at the bottom, which meant that Tony was awake, probably sitting in the living room on the couch where Peter usually found him this time of night when sleeping was particularly hard for both of them, nightmares usually to blame. 

Peter braces a hand on the railing as he makes his way down the steps slowly, feeling like he’s being weighed down by exhaustion. By the time he reaches the bottom, he finds Tony sitting on the couch with the TV on, playing reruns of House Hunters International, the volume playing softly. Peter wetly coughs again into his elbow, announcing his presence, wincing from the pain it brings his scratchy throat as he makes his way towards the couch. 

Tony was already looking at him, brows pulling together in concern. “You okay, Pete?” 

Peter miserably shakes his head. “I don’t feel that great.” He hoarsely admits. 

Tony holds up his left arm towards him and that’s the only invitation Peter needs before he shuffles over and settles down on the couch against Tony’s side, pulling his legs up underneath himself. 

“I’m sorry, bud.” Tony softly says as he wraps his arms around him, pulling Peter impossibly closer. “That cough doesn’t sound too good.” 

Peter closes his eyes and breathes out a small sigh through his mouth, since his nose is too stuffed up to breath out of. “I think I’m sick.” 

There wasn’t any use in trying to hide how miserable he’s feeling.

“That why you can’t sleep?” Tony asks, voice rumbling in his chest against Peter’s ear .

Peter silently nods into the man’s chest. Tony reaches a hand out and brushes away a loose strand of curls from Peter’s forehead and cards his fingers through his hair. 

“Want me to get you anything? Maybe some hot chocolate?” 

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth at the promise of the heavenly sugary drink. “Please.” 

Peter sat up, allowing Tony to stand up from the couch. Peter turns his attention to the TV show and watches it with half interest as the couple on the screen debate on which property they were going with. Pots and pans clink together in the kitchen cupboard in the background, followed by the sound of the stove clicking on. 

Tony walks back over after a couple of minutes, two steaming mugs in hand, along with something sticking out from the pocket of his sweatpants. 

“I want you to take some NyQuil before you have any of this.” He says as he takes a seat on the edge of the couch, putting the mugs down on the coffee table. 

“But it won’t even affect me. I’ll just burn right through it.” Peter weakly protests as he watches him unscrewing the cap. 

“Just humor me, okay?” Tony dryly says as he begins to fill the small plastic measuring cup up with the dark green liquid.

Peter lets out a defeated sigh, not having the energy to fight him on it. Tony hands the cup over to him and Peter holds it in his hand, hesitating for a moment before he throws his head back and drank it down as quickly as he could. His face scrunches together in disgust at the taste, and he tries swallowing a few times to get the horrid taste out of his mouth. 

Tony chuckles at him as he leans forward and picks up their mugs, handing one to him. It’s filled over the top of the brim with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows, just how Peter likes it. Peter took a small, hesitant sip, the horribly bitter aftertaste in his mouth washing away, being replaced by the heavenly taste of chocolate and sugar. He lets out a content humm and closes his eyes, feeling his body being warmed up. 

“Better?” Tony asks in an amused tone as he settles back against the couch. 

“Way better.” Peter nods, leaning back into his side. 

Tony wraps his arm back around him and the two of them fall into a peaceful silence, aside from Peter’s occasional coughing, as they two of them sip at their hot chocolates, watching the show for a few more minutes before the end credits flash across the screen. 

“What are you feeling up to watching?” Tony asks as he picks up the remote. 

“Mmmh, you choose.” Peter mumbles against his side, feeling himself getting sleepy. 

He would probably just pass out anyway in the next five minutes when they put something on.

“Alrighty, then. Dora the Explorer it is.” 

“Nooo.” Peter croaks out. 

Tony chuckles with a soft smile and gently nudges him with his elbow. “I’m just kidding.” 

He ends up putting on The Empire Strikes Back instead, because Tony knows Peter so well that it was his favorite go-to movie when he was sick. Peter cuddles closer to Tony’s side and rests his head on his chest once again, content to stay there for as long as he could, safe and sound in his mentor’s arms. 

Once the opening credits roll and the movie begins, Peter’s only able to make it to the scene where the Empire attacks the Rebel base, before he feels his eyes growing heavy. The action unfolding on the screen grows blurry as his eyes slip closed, the sounds of action on the TV screen growing more and more distant, before he drifts off, faintly aware of his now empty mug being taken out of his hands. 

…….

Peter wakes up slowly, groggy and disoriented as he blinks open his eyes, brows pulling together when he finds that he’s back in his room in bed. He doesn’t recall coming back up after the movie, so Tony must’ve carried him up after he fell asleep. 

As he wakes up a little more, he discovers that his throat feels like sandpaper, hurting every time he swallows. His nose is completely blocked, so he’s forced into breathing out of his mouth, which was probably why his mouth and throat were so dry. 

To sum it all up, he feels like absolute crap. 

Peter pushes himself on his elbows up into a sitting position, and eases himself out of bed, pausing when black dots dance around in his vision. When it clears, he continues his way out of his room and out into the hallway, heading for the bathroom. He slips out of his bathrobe and hangs it on the door’s hook when he’s in the bathroom, flipping the light on as he closes the door. 

Once he’s finished, he blows his nose a few times with toilet tissue before washing his hands. His eyes flicker up to his reflection in the mirror, which startles him a bit. He’s terribly pale with dark circles under his eyes, nose and cheeks rosy. 

He looks horrible. 

Horribly sick. 

Peter huffs out a short breath through his lips as he turns away from the mirror and slips his bathrobe back on. He heads out of the bathroom and makes his way down the hallway towards the stairs, hearing the sounds of butter sizzling on a frying pan but can’t smell anything with how congested he is. 

He takes it slow going down the stairs, not really trusting his spider reflexes at the moment in case he were to trip, with how crappy he feels. When he arrives at the bottom step, he turns the corner and finds Morgan in the living room watching her Saturday morning cartoons, one that he doesn’t know the name of. Peter shuffles past her on his way over to the kitchen where Pepper has her back to him at the stove, and Tony stands at the center island, popping two pieces of bread in the toaster. He looks up with a smile when Peter takes a seat at one of the barstools. 

“Morning, bud. Feeling any better?” 

“N-o-t…” Peter tries to say but the words are lost in his throat when his throat painfully protests. 

He tries to clear his throat but it sounds like he’s gargling nails. 

Tony’s face melts in concern from the sound. “I’ll take that as a no.” He says as he walks around the counter and stops in front of him, placing the back of his hand on Peter’s forehead. “You’re a little warm.” He notes as he glances up to the ceiling. “FRIDAY, what’s his temp?”

“One hundred and two point one, boss. Based off of his symptoms, I believe he has a cold, as well as a case of laryngitis.” She informs. “I recommend plenty of fluids and rest.” 

Peter opens his mouth and tries to say something again, only to break out into a harsh coughing fit that has him hunched over, eyes watering. Tony’s hand rubs soothing circles on his back, but it doesn’t ease any of the pain. 

“Oh, Peter that doesn’t sound good, honey.” Pepper frowns, turning away from the stove to look at him with concerned eyes. “Do you want me to make you some tea and honey? It might help a bit.” 

Peter silently nods with a small, tired smile. May always made him tea when he was sick with a sore throat and it always seemed to take the edge off a bit. Hopefully it would as well this time around. 

Tony and Pepper both go back to preparing their breakfast while Peter sat there, resting his arms on the counter, pillowing his head on top of them. Exhaustion pulls heavily at his eyes, threatening to drag him back down into darkness, but before he dozes off, Tony announces that breakfast was ready. 

Peter forces himself up from the barstool and shuffles over to the dinner table that was all set up, plates filled with scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. He heavily sits down next to Tony,  just as Morgan comes running over, taking a seat across from him next to Pepper. 

Morgan brightly smiles over at Peter. “Did Daddy tell you we’re going on the boat today?” She excitedly says, practically bouncing in her seat. 

Peter shakes his head. 

“Yeah! And he said we’re going fishing too!” 

Peter just tiredly smiles at her, not able to do anything else. She seems to pick up on his silence because she frowns at his lack of response. She opens her mouth to say something but Pepper beats her to it. 

“Peter doesn’t feel that good today, honey. His throat is bothering him so he can’t really talk.” 

Morgan’s eyes widen and she looks back over at Peter. “Do you have a froggy in your throat?” 

A smile breaks out on his face at that and he nods. 

“Oh,” She says and scrunches up her nose as Tony joins them at the table. “Those stink.”

“I don’t think we’re going to be able to go out on the boat today, sweetie but maybe we can do something else?” Tony tells her. 

“Can we watch movies and build a fort?”

“If Peter wants to we can.” Tony says as he glances over at Peter in question.

Peter nods with a smile, earning an excited cheer from Morgan. A comfy pillow-filled fort sounded nice. Maybe they could even have hot chocolate and snacks too. 

Peter discovers that eating is quite the challenge with how sore his throat feels. The eggs were fine with how soft they were, but the bacon and toast were the hardest to swallow with how rough and crummy they were going down. It almost feels like little daggers going down his throat whenever he swallows. The tea Pepper made him was helping a little, but not as much as he hoped it would. 

He suddenly breaks off into another coughing fit in between bites of toast, covering his mouth as best as he could in his arm. 

Tony winces in sympathy and rubs his back soothingly. “I really don’t like the sound of that, Pete.”

“I don’t either.” Pepper says with concern as she stands up and begins to collect their plates. 

Peter hasn’t really eaten anything due to his sore throat and his lack of appetite, leaving a good amount of his breakfast untouched. He feels horribly guilty when his plate is taken away, only reminding him of the hard times he and May have had over the years since Ben’s passed away, living paycheck to paycheck. 

“I think we should get some more NyQuil in you.” Tony tells him, hand still on the teen’s back. “How about we set you up in the living room?” 

Sleep. That sounded really nice right about now. 

…….

Twenty or so minutes later, Peter’s settled on the chaise of the couch and dosed up with cold medicine, tucked under his comforter with his pillows behind his head. The living room is a mess, the couch’s pillows thrown on the loveseat across the room, along with a bunch of sheets that are rigged up around him, connected from all of the furniture, still allowing a good view of the TV, that’s playing 101 Dalmatians. Tony was definitely a pro fort builder, but he might  have cheated and used some kind of tech. 

Morgan is settled on her own little makeshift bed on the floor where the coffee table use to be, surrounded by at least fifty stuffed animals but she was snuggled up with her favorite Iron Man teddy bear. 

“Permission to enter?” Tony’s voice comes from outside of the fort. 

Morgan jumps up with a giggle and crawls over to the entrance. “What’s the password?” 

Tony hums in thought. “Password” He guesses. 

“No!” Morgan giggles. 

“Iron Man?”

“No!” 

“Hmm… you’ve got me here. How about a hint?” 

Peter softly smiles at the scene. Times like this, he’s really able to see just how good of a dad Tony is. 

“Nope!” Morgan grinned, clutching onto her stuffed bear. 

Tony gasps on the other side. “You’re just going to leave your dad hanging like this? I’m sure your brother would help me out if he could, right, Pete?” 

Morgan turns and looks at him in question but Peter grins and shakes his head. She giggles and turns back to the entrance. 

“Well, I’ll just have to eat all of these yummy snacks myself, then,” Tony says with a dramatic, depressed sigh. “And this delicious, hot chocolate that’s topped with marshmallows…” 

That definitely peaks Morgan’s interest. 

“The jumbo sized ones?” She excitedly asks. 

“Mhmm,” Tony answers, “And it’s all mine…” He says as he makes fake slurping sounds. 

Morgan jumps up and pushes aside the sheet and grants him entrance. Tony bends down and has to practically crawl inside, a wooden tray in hand that’s filled with what looks to be Cheez its, a couple or Oreos, some popcorn, and three steaming mugs of hot chocolate. 

“Thank you, Daddy!” Morgan says as he hands her one, which just so happens to be in her favorite Disney Princess mug. 

Peter smiles gratefully as Tony hands him his, which is in his favorite Star Wars mug, filled with whipped cream, marshmallows and topped with chocolate syrup. 

“Is Mommy coming?’ Morgan asks with a small glob of whipped cream on her nose. 

Tony fondly smiles and wipes it off for her. “She had to take a phone call but she should be back soon.” 

He goes over and takes a seat at near Peter and props the teen’s legs on his lap. Peter smiles as he takes a sip of his drink, warmth immediately flowing through him. 

Pepper joins them right as the movie comes to an end, so they put on another movie, Lady and the Tramp, per Morgan’s request. She’s been on a kick lately asking for a dog, so Peter thinks this is part of her plan to convince her parents to let her have one. She certainly didn’t need to convince Peter because he’d proably join her if she asked him too. He was such a softie for her big brown eyes. 

Peter can feel himself fading as the movie plays, his eyes growing heavy. His hot chocolate was long gone by now, the mugs put away in the dishwasher by Tony sometime ago. Peter shifts under his blankets and lies down on his side, closing his eyes. He can feel Tony’s thumb rubbing small circles on his blanket-covered leg, which relaxes him even further than he already is, lulling him into a light doze. 

He falls asleep sometime after that, feeling warm, content, and safe, surrounded by his family. It’s moments like these that he cherishes, sick or not. 

[fandomregina]

The Assassins (A BNHA/MHA Assassin AU Fanfic)

Prologue-ish: 

Finishing the rest of his route, Aizawa Shouta can see the sun begin to rise. He begins to jump quicker between buildings, wanting to get to his house before those who worked early began to walk to work. He feels his landings become harder just as he's nearing his house. Landing on top of his house, Aizawa has to use his capture weapon to steady himself. Collapsing on top of his home just as the sun begins to rise, he takes off his goggles and sets them around his neck, sighing. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and sighs.

Time: 6:05 AM

3 Missed Calls from Hizashi:     1 missed call at: 1:23 AM     1 missed call at: 3:03 AM     1 missed call at: 4:53 AM

Knowing the man, it was most likely him just checking in on Aizawa. There had been a rise in night crimes, and just last week an underground pro-hero was severely injured. That, or he wanted to tell Aizawa about some kind of band he was listening to at the moment. Either way, he knows that the two of them, most likely, got no sleep last night. Standing up, Aizawa drags himself over to a window and opens it, silently entering his workroom. After getting inside, he turns around and shuts the window, trying his best not to step on anything that littered the floor. Exhausted, he mindlessly walks to his bedroom and flops onto the floor bed he and Hizashi use to sleep on if they hadn't showered after hero work. Quickly, he passes out.

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"UP AND AT 'EM SHO-" Hizashi didn't even get to finish before a capture weapon starts to strangle him. He watches as an angry Aizawa looks up at him, eyes red, as his hair floats up. "Sorry..." He chokes out and the pressure around his neck disappears. He watches Aizawa's hair go down and chuckles. "One, you know the rule." Aizawa rolls his eyes and slips his head out of his capture weapon and lays his head back on top of it. Hizashi laughs, shaking his head. Living together for almost three years, the two always had a rule about having their hero gear on in the house. They didn't. Although they both loved not having to have the heavy, thick pieces of gear around their neck, they felt vulnerable without them. Thankfully, it was only while they were at home. "Two, you know you still have to go to work, right?"

"I don't know why. I expelled all of the students at the beginning of the year. I don't know what else there is to do at that place." He says monotonously. Hizashi shrugs. "I'm going to get my shower before we leave." As Aizawa stands up from his spot on the ground, he turns around to find Hizashi right in his face. He gives Hizashi a quick peck on the lips before maneuvering around him and heads to the bathroom.

"I have to leave early, so you have to head to UA without me," Hizashi calls after him. "You good with that?" He hears the shower turn on and sees Aizawa's head pop out from the door's opening.

"Early English class?" He asks, giving the man a raised eyebrow. He only now just realizes that Hizashi looked ready to go out in public, minus the directional speaker in his hand rather than around his neck. He sees Hizashi nod and shrugs. "I don't mind. I may come back early to get some shut-eye before tonight." He watches Hizashi roll his eyes.

"Couldn't you stay home tonight, Shouta?  I have my radio show tonight. And it's Friday. I think you should get at least one nights rest. I don't think the cops'll mind." He knows asking is futile, knowing his husband will go out and patrol no matter what he says.

"You know my answer, Hizashi." The man nods and Aizawa begins to retreat into the bathroom. "I'll see you later at UA, alright?"

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too." Closing the door, Aizawa sighs sadly. He listens for the front door to open and shut before stepping into the warm water. He stands there, letting the hot water hit his back and lets his muscles relax. Quickly taking his shower, Aizawa dries off and puts on what he had on the night before, just the cleaner set. He had at least 7 sets of the same clothing. Grabbing his gear, he puts everything on before walking to the kitchen and grabbing some quick food before heading out the door, eating said food on the way to UA.

~+~+~+~+~+~

As the day dragged on, Aizawa was absolutely ready to go home early. Walking a different route home due to the amount of traffic he knows will be on his regular route, Aizawa follows the noise of commotion. He begins to walk faster, then he starts to run at the sight of fire and smoke. Not being able to see past the large group of civilians, he grabs his capture weapon and starts to climb up the building closest to the villain attack. He watches from above angrily as the sludge monster that had been terrorizing civilians for weeks suffocates a boy who seems around high school age. The heroes stand not too far away from the villain. They just...watch.

His quirk must have made the fire. Aizawa thinks, knowing the villain could use the quirks of any person he captured. None of the heroes must have the right ability to save the boy. Before he could swing down to help or ask what was going on, he sees green hair begin to run towards the villain. Aizawa freezes, stunned. The boy was running towards the villain while the other heroes did nothing. What is that kid thinking?

"No, you idiot!" Aizawa hears the pro-hero Death Arms yell, trying to grab the boy before he got to close to the villain. Not being fast enough, he misses. "Stop! You're going to get yourself killed!" Aizawa begins to jump down to the ground, using his capture weapon to help soften his landing, before running closer to the action. While doing so, he sees the kid throw his bag at the villain, making him recoil, before fruitlessly trying to dig the kid out of him. He hears the kid screen a name as the heroes begin to dash towards him, trying to get him out of the villains reach before he is taken captured too.

"Kacchan!" The villain begins to raise its arms to smash the boy.

Does he know the victim?

"Save the boy!" Aizawa hears Death Arms scream to the other heroes. "This thing'll kill him!"

Aizawa begins to come up behind the heroes, but a sudden blast has every bystander and hero cover their eyes. The heroes try their best to keep their footing, but Aizawa loses his and is blown backward into the alley between two of the buildings near the attack. Unable to see through the smoke, Aizawa keeps his eyes closed but ears open. That's when he hears...

"DETROIT SMASH!" All Might was here? Since when? Aizawa feels another blast of air hit him before he feels the rain. Murmers of the civilians about All Might changing the weather quickly come. Aizawa stands, rubbing whatever may have gotten in his eyes out and walks towards the heroes again. Making sure to stay out of sight, Aizawa stays in the shadows as emergency responders arrive and deal with the aftermath. He watches as the heroes, including All Might, are interviewed and photographed by news reporters, press, and the police. He also watches as the boy who had run stupidly towards the villain and try to save the victim get scolded as the victim gets praised.

As the chaos dies down, Aizawa watches the green haired boy leaves the area. Aizawa follows not too close behind. Even when Aizawa makes it painfully obvious that he was following the boy, he sighs and gives up, walking up right next to the kid.

"Hey, kid." Almost as if he had just appeared next to the boy, the kid jumps, looking over at Aizawa in surprise. "It's alright. Not here to mug you or anything... Just..." Aizawa tries his best to make his words not sound nearly as mean as he wants them to be. "I saw what you did for that kid. I saw him get praised while you were scolded. You didn't say anything. Hell, you never looked up. You alright?" The boy shrugs. Aizawa sighs. "You know, it's alright to be scared. A villain attack is never something to take lightly."

"I wasn't really." Aizawa looks at him in surprise. "I was petrified." Aizawa sighs, wishing he didn't have to do this but knew he had to. No kid should have done what he did today. It wasn't his job.

"Wanna talk about it?" He watches as the kid thinks for a second before he smiles.

"No, actually. I'm fine!" Aizawa knew he was about to do something he might regret. He knew that he hates what he's about to do. It wasn't his job to console this child. He didn't have to do this.

Yet he did it anyway.

Extending his capture weapon to the child, he wrapped him up and pulled the young boy towards him in, if somebody passed by would call, a hug.

Aizawa feels the boy tense, but then it goes slack and he feels him shake. He says nothing as the boy grips his capture weapon and lets out quiet sobs. The only reason he pulls away a minute later is that the boy did. The boy's smile seems much more real than it did before and it helps ease Aizawa's nerves enough to start to turn away, wishing the boy good afternoon.

"Thank you, Eraserhead." Aizawa freezes, turning back toward the boy.

"I never gave you my name, let alone my hero name," Aizawa says, watching the boy. The boy looks at him, scared.

"Oh, sorry!" The boy begins to ramble. "I'm sorry! I'm not some kind of villain! I promise! I just really like heroes! I know that a lot of heroes are only considered popular or something because they have flashy quirks and stuff, especially like All Might, but I also know about underground heroes like you! You're Eraserhead! You graduated from UA like the majority of top ten heroes, except Hawks, though, and you graduated with Present Mic too! He's the pro-hero that made his parents and delivery doctor's ears bled when he first cried!" Aizawa looks at the boy in shock as he continues to ramble.

This kid really knows his heroes. I wonder...

"Hey, kid. It's alright." He says, stopping the kid from panicking anymore. "I was just curious is all. Not many know about us, underground heroes. Not supposed to." The boy nods.

"Oh, right!" The kid blurts out. "You don't even know my name! I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He bows.

"Well, Midoriya," Aizawa says, gaining the boy's attention. "You should go home." The boy nods and turns to leave. Before he could get too far, Aizawa asks him, "Midoriya, can I ask you a question?" The boy turns around and nods. "What's your quirk?" He watches Midoriya freeze before smiling embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head, knowing that the man had no ill-intent with the question.

"I don't have one. I'm quirkless!" Aizawa watches him in surprise as he turns around and begins to walk home, rounding the corner that he was standing at. It's only when Aizawa gets a call that he snaps out of...whatever he was in. Taking out his phone, he rolls his eyes but presses answer.

"Hey, Hizashi." He smiles softly at the relieved sigh from over the phone.

"Shouto, you're alright! I heard about the smile attack in the city and I know you take that route home if you leave early because of traffic and I saw you on TV and-"

"Hizashi, I'm fine. They got him, anyway." The part that he had cut Hizashi off from registered in his brain. "Wait, you saw me on TV?" Aizawa asks. Hizashi could hear the slight panic in his voice.

"It was only because I recognized your capture weapon in the background. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have even recognized it." Aizawa gives out a relieved sigh.

"Alright. Well, I'm heading home now."

"Stay safe!" Aizawa hums in response and ends the call. Turning around, Aizawa heads home for some shut-eye before patrol.

~+~+~+~+~

Arriving home, Aizawa goes to his workroom before heading for the bed. Turning on the computer, he looks over his emails. Making sure all is well, he's about to turn off his computer when an email comes through his assassin email account. He hadn't gotten one in at least three months. Opening it, it's from an anonymous emailer and has two pieces of information.

Cost: 10,000,000

Hit: Izuku Midoriya

Aizawa stares at the screen in shock. He immediately denies the hit and deletes the email.

He only had three rules. They were well known.

1. No kids 2. No pro-heroes 3. No major villains

Apparently, this person didn't care.

But why Midoriya?

Aizawa shuts off his computer, not wanting to worry about it. He denied it. He was one of three assassins in Musutafa. They all had these rules. He shouldn't worry.

Taking off his capture weapon and goggles, Aizawa walks towards his bedroom. Sighing, he falls onto the bed and almost immediately falls asleep.

He'll do some digging on the kid tomorrow.

[xerxia31]

Top of the World - an Everlark ficlet

In the grand tradition of Freaky Friday, I bring you a little bit of Everlark p0rn without plot, smut with practically no substance, aka xerxia really needed to write smut. This little story takes place in my TOSLB universe (directly after Control, if you’re keeping track) but it isn’t necessary to have read any of the previous stories in that universe to understand this one. Though it should go without saying, this ficlet is rated E for ridiculously bad language and explicit sexual situations.

Top of the World 

He paced the elegant lobby, leather soles slapping against the marble unevenly and too heavily. He was irritated, though he shouldn’t be. She was working, this was a working trip, he knew that, but still it bothered him that she was twenty minutes late without so much as a text message.

“Mr. Mellark?” An elegantly attired man stood before him. The Maitre d’, Peeta realized. “Mrs. Mellark called to say that she’ll be a few minutes tardy.” Peeta’s pleasure at hearing his wife referred to as Mrs. Mellark was almost enough to quash his annoyance that for some reason she’d contacted the restaurant instead of him directly. Katniss continued to use her maiden name professionally, and while Peeta was completely supportive of that, the base, possessive part of him thrilled at the Mrs. moniker, no matter that it wasn’t Katniss herself using it. “May I show you to your table?”

They bypassed the main dining room, instead ascending two flights of a spiral staircase, Peeta scowling all the way. He didn’t know what this nonsense was, and it added to his annoyance. “Where, exactly, is our table?” he asked; softly, because he wasn’t a jerk, but there was definite frost in his words. The other man didn’t respond until he’d pushed open a door and sultry Atlanta air hit Peeta in the face.

“The rooftop dining lounge,” he replied, crisp and unaffected by the climb or by Peeta’s attitude. “Here we are.” The host pulled out a chair, gesturing for Peeta to sit at the small but elegantly appointed table tucked between two tall planters of herbs, the aroma of lavender and rosemary thick in the air. “Would you care for a drink?”

Peeta ordered scotch mindlessly, distracted by his surroundings. He hadn’t known there was a rooftop patio at the Plaza, and it went a long way towards alleviating his pique. It was just as formal and elegant as the main dining room; heavy white linens and sparkling silver, tall candelabras flickering in the faint Georgia breeze. But there were only a handful of tables, each situated in such a way as to give the illusion of complete privacy. And the view was breathtaking, the last embers of sunset streaking the sky in orange and pink, even as the lights of surrounding skyscrapers twinkled like diamonds on inky-blue crushed velvet.

Still, she made him wait. He removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and settled into his seat, angling it slightly away from the table to better appreciate the view. Sipping his Glenmorangie, watching nature’s light show, he was calm, peaceful. “Good evening, Mr. Mellark,” a seductive voice he knew so well purred against his ear and he startled before smiling lazily. It wasn’t the first time she’d snuck up on him, nor would it be the last. She was a ninja, floating on silent feet, elegant and refined. He started to turn, to kiss her hello, but she draped herself over his shoulders, keeping him firmly in place as her soft lips slid against his nape. Any residual exasperation with her tardiness dissipated.

She kissed his cheek, left just a little scruffy, the way he knew she loved it, then her hand wrapped around his own, guiding the golden band encircling his fourth finger to her lips, pressing the sweetest kiss to the warm metal. “I missed you,” he murmured, and he felt her smile against his skin.

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon,” she admitted, her hands moving to his shoulders, then sliding languidly down his biceps, raising goosebumps in their wake. Peeta hummed in pleasure. “I could barely concentrate,” she continued, her words in his ear soothing as her hands continued their leisurely descent; elbows, forearms, wrists, pulling the limbs away from his body towards her.

Peeta was relaxed; the scotch, the twilight, his wife’s hands on his body lending a feeling of complete contentment. She gripped his wrists more firmly, pulling them behind him, unnatural, but not uncomfortable. He didn’t struggle, lulled by her voice, her caresses, the sweet summer night. Until a cool edge of metal bit into his skin. “Katniss?” he questioned, confused.

“Behave, Mr. Mellark,” she said softly, a hint of mischief in her voice as she secured his second wrist. “Or you won’t get what you want.”

The dichotomy between her sweet words and the almost rough way she bound his hands behind his back was jarring, slicing through his alcohol-assisted tranquility. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice louder, sharper, as he pulled at what he now knew were handcuffs.

She said nothing.

He huffed as her warm hands left his skin, left him bereft and unsettled, fighting to free himself from his shackles. He struggled to look over his shoulder, but he couldn’t see her, as if she’d vanished as silently as she had appeared. “Katniss?” he said again, a note of urgency in his voice. He wouldn’t panic, he trusted her too much, knew he wasn’t really in any danger. Knew too that there were diners at nearby tables, out of sight but not earshot.

“Relax, Peeta,” came her voice, floating to him from further away. He craned his neck, trying to catch sight of her, but the high back of the chair and the way the cuffs wound through the wooden rails of the backrest limited his movement.

He called her name again, a warning, and he swore he could hear her snicker. They’d played power games before, he’d bound her hands more than once. But he’d never been her captive, and he didn’t think he liked it.

“Trust me,” Katniss murmured, again in his ear, and he jerked his head around to face her, to finally lay eyes on her. She smiled, soft and affectionate, and the sight of her perfect peach lips curling up just slightly relaxed him a little.

Her ebony hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, the way he loved it best. His hands itched to stroke the swaths of silk, to wind his fingers through the locks, but he was restrained. “Katniss,” he breathed again, her name a question and a plea, but she merely shook her head.

She moved again out of his line of sight, but reappeared quickly and was standing before him in a gorgeous dress that was definitely not what she'd been wearing that morning. A slip of red fabric that wrapped around her her curves like a lover’s caress, plunging low enough in the front to give him an eyeful of her perfect breasts. And despite the strangeness of the situation - or maybe because of it - his cock thickened and twitched against his slacks. “My God, you are beautiful,” he murmured.

Katniss smiled, her eyes twinkling with mirth, and sauntered to him, straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?” he breathed, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t complaining at all. His incredibly hot wife was sitting in his lap, her skirt riding high and her cleavage in his face. Peeta Mellark had absolutely nothing to complain about.

“Do you remember telling me about that fantasy of yours?” she asked, pink tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

All of Peeta’s fantasies involved Katniss, and with the diminished blood flow to his brain, it took several beats before he put it all together. It was a few months ago that, drunk on post-coital bliss, he’d confessed to having dreamed about fucking her in the rooftop gardens of a hotel back home. He’d assumed she had forgotten, she’d never mentioned it again. Yet here she was, having reserved a table on a rooftop patio similar enough to the one at home that her intent was unmistakable. His cock, already hard, strained painfully against his trousers and a deep tremor ran down his spine. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped.

Katniss shifted on his lap, pressing closer, her thighs gripping his hips as she settled herself over his erection, he could feel her heat even through his pants. He yanked unthinkingly at his restraints, his hands itching to touch her, hold her, fuck her. She smirked. “So impatient,” she said, then leaned down to kiss him.

She controlled the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair, tilting his head to kiss him deeply, then retreating, over and over, chastising him with sharp little nips as he tried to chase her lips. Peeta whined in frustration. She was rocking in his lap, making those low sounds of pleasure deep in her throat and he couldn’t even touch her. As many times as he’d fantasized about having his way with her someplace where they might get caught, having his hands bound was never part of it.

“Please untie my hands,” he begged, lowering his face to press a sweet kiss over her heart, then dragging his tongue across the tops of her breasts. “Please let me touch you.”

“Not this time, Mr. Mellark.” He was helpless, could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure of her hands and lips, touching him, stroking him, inflaming him. When her hand drifted lower, fondling him through his trousers even as he could tell she was also rubbing herself, he was reduced to begging and babbling bits of nonsense.

So lost was he to the erotic experience that he forgot where they were until a clatter from a neighbouring table jolted him from his haze, reminding his that they were definitely not alone. His head jerked up, and he swivelled as far as he could, side to side, heart speeding up. “Shit,” he gasped.

“Relax, Love,” she murmured, kissing his earlobe. “No one can see us.” She kissed his lips once again, more slowly, lovingly, then climbed off his lap, leaving him sprawled in his chair, panting and disheveled. His cock throbbed in protest.

Peeta was equal parts disappointed and relieved. As much as he ached to order her back onto his lap, and onto his cock, order her to ride him hard and act out the rest of his fantasy, he didn’t want either of them to get arrested for public indecency. But dry-humping with his perfect, generous wife in public was almost as hot as his dreams.

Almost.

“That was unexpected,” he tried to joke, though his voice was little more than a rasp.

She smirked. “That was just an appetizer,” she said, standing before him again in that sinfully sexy dress. Then she tugged on the tie at her hip and shrugged, and with a soft flump the fabric fell away, leaving her standing before him in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. Black lace cups barely contained her breasts, and panties that were a tiny triangle of lace that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her long, lean legs were encased in sexy lace-topped stockings. She was a goddess, a pin-up straight from the finest magazines. His every erotic vision come to life.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, eyes raking shamelessly up and down her body, every inch a wonder to behold. She turned slowly and bent deeply to retrieve her dress, and he groaned as he realized those absurdly tiny panties had nothing in the back but a thin black ribbon that disappeared between her cheeks.

“What's wrong, Mr. Mellark?” The amusement was clear in her voice as she draped the red dress over the back of her chair. She moved languidly to stand in front of him, every sinuous sway of her hips inflaming him further. The cuffs rattled and rasped as he strained against them, desperate to touch the miles of olive silk bared for him just inches away. “You don’t like what you see?” She cupped those luscious lace-encased mounds in her hands and Peeta shivered.

“Fuck, Katniss,” he gasped, a pained noise. He knew she wasn’t an exhibitionist by nature, she was shy, almost pure. But she knew that he got off on seeing her on display, and the knowledge that she was pushing herself so far out of her comfort zone for him was intoxicating.

“That’s the idea.” She leaned forward, resting her hands on his knees and gently nudging his legs further apart. Then she was cupping him again, practically purring as her hand rubbed him exactly the way she knew would be his undoing. Peeta didn’t resist, all of his attention focussed on her perfect tits swaying right in front of his face. It was, he thought, the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. But he was tense, afraid that someone was going to notice what they were doing. He felt too exposed, there was too much risk. Another patron could get up from their table at any moment and catch them. A staff member could come by.

“Katniss,” he whispered, reluctant to stop her, but too worried to let her continue. “As fucking hot as this is, someone is going to see you. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” She was wearing lingerie, and barely wearing it. Gorgeous though she was, there were still laws.

She smiled; it was almost feral, and he felt like prey before his huntress. “I’m not the one they’re going to see, Mr. Mellark,” she said. Peeta was confused for only a moment before Katniss bent down, and with a smooth elegance so utterly at odds with the situation, she disappeared under their table, shielded from his vision by the heavy white tablecloth.

“What?” he gasped. Then his chair was yanked forward and he yelped much too loudly. He froze, listening intently for any hint that someone had overheard him. But only the sounds of the city floating up from the streets below met his ears.

“Relax,” he heard again. Katniss, under the table but between his knees, running her hands soothingly over his thighs.

Peeta held his breath, wondering what she would do next, hoping it was what he thought it might be. His arousal had tempered a little with his unease, his fear of getting caught. But Katniss’s hands tracing tickling trails closer and closer to where he was aching for her touch, and the erotic possibilities her position presented, were making him harden again, and fast.

She didn't make him wait this time, pulling him from his trousers, one soft hand wrapping around his shaft snugly and he arched helplessly into her grip. Her lips pressed against his head, delicate little kisses, nuzzles, designed, he knew, to drive him absolutely mad. He whined restlessly, and he felt the heat of her laugh just before all of that wet warmth enveloped him.

A litany of soft curses fell from his lips, as they did every time Katniss blew him. Years together meant she knew exactly what he liked, exactly what would make him lose his fucking mind, and she was so damned good at delivering every trick. Each decadent lick, each sensuous swirl, each firm suck was accompanied by his own gasp or groan, and each edged him closer to release.

But it was different, being unable to see her. Though he tried to watch, he was rewarded only with the vision of the tablecloth undulating as her head made contact with the thick linen. He couldn’t help struggling against his bonds, wanting desperately to thread his fingers through her silky hair, stroke her beautiful face. “Oh God, I want to touch you,” he groaned, but Katniss didn’t respond except to take him deeper. The contrast between the incredible feeling of her mouth on his dick, and the frustration at not being able to see or touch her, was jarring, and yet it only heightened his arousal. Already, he was hanging on by a thread.

Then he caught movement from the corner of his eye. He froze as he noticed the waiter approaching their table. “Katniss,” he murmured. “There’s someone coming.” But she didn't stop. If anything, she increased her pace. Peeta began to panic. “Kitten,” he growled in warning and he felt her pause, felt her almost instinctual response to the commanding tone and nickname he only used in their bedroom, when they were playing. But before he could relax, she sucked hard on the crown of his cock and he had to bite back a groan.

Hands bound, cock hanging out, his gorgeous wife on her knees hidden only by a tablecloth, Peeta’s heart slammed in his chest as the waiter stopped just beside Katniss’s chair. “Your wife has arrived,” he said, gesturing to the scrap of red fabric draped over the chair. Peeta blinked. Could the man tell it was her dress? Did he know she was right there, practically naked? But the waiter merely smiled. “Shall I bring a glass of wine for Mrs. Mellark?”

Peeta’s mouth opened soundlessly, trying to concentrate on the man’s question while under the table Katniss was taking him deeper and deeper, his cock brushing her throat. “Yes,” he managed to rasp, though he had no idea whether it was in response to the waiter’s offer of wine, or to that thing his gorgeous but clearly insane wife was doing with her tongue.

“Excellent,” the waiter said, and Peeta would have laughed at his apparent obliviousness if he hadn’t been struggling so hard to keep from moaning. “If you’d like to look at the wine list,” he continued, his hand stretching towards Peeta, bearing a crisp ivory folio. Peeta panicked, his hands were bound, he couldn’t reach for the wine list, and once the waiter realized that he’d quickly figure out something was amiss.

“No,” Peeta practically yelped, and the waiter’s eyebrows shot up. “I mean, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” Peeta Mellark was a well-spoken man, charming and articulate, but the situation and the incredible sensations flowing from his cock through the rest of his body had turned him into a babbling fool. “If you’d just bring Mrs. Mellark a glass of…” his words cut off in a sharp gasp as Katniss grazed his crown ever so delicately with her teeth. He was going to come. He was going to come with a waiter standing mere feet away, watching him. The idea was both horrifying and shamefully erotic. Peeta closed his eyes tightly, nostrils flaring as he tried to calm himself, which was impossible while Katniss kept licking and kissing his dick.

“Are you all right, sir?” the waiter asked, and Peeta reopened his eyes, trying to affect a neutral expression, and probably failing terribly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, he felt flushed and breathless, the willpower it took to remain still almost more than he could manage. And under the table, his little vixen cupped his aching balls in one of her cool hands, tugging just lightly. Peeta narrowly avoided howling.

“Yes,” Peeta said between clenched teeth. “Merlot. Please bring Mrs. Mellark a glass of merlot.”

“Excellent,” the waiter nodded, smiling. “We have a 2003 St-Emilion,” the man started, but Peeta was barely listening.

“Perfect,” he said. It sounded like a gasp.

“Very well.” The waiter gave a crisp nod, and turned to walk away. Peeta breathed out a sigh of relief, slouching in his chair and tipping his head back, eyes closed in bliss as Katniss took him even deeper, his cock brushing the back of her throat. Then the waiter turned back. “Mr. Mellark?” Peeta nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes snapping open. “Another scotch?”

“Oh God, yes,” Peeta moaned, and with another nod the man took his leave. Peeta watched his retreat fully this time, and when the waiter was finally - finally - gone, Peeta levered his hips upward, thrusting hard into his wife’s mouth, once, twice. “Katniss, fuck,” he gasped, far too loudly for their surroundings.

She laughed around his dick, and the vibrations sent him over the edge so unexpectedly that he couldn’t even warn her, coming harder than he could ever remember, each pulse of his release sending a corresponding shudder up his spine as he arched in near-silent agony and ecstasy. She rode the waves, her hot, wet mouth staying with him until the very end, then kissing his softening dick as he floated back to earth.

For several long moments he simply slumped in the chair, boneless and spent, aware only of the thundering of his heart and his sharp breaths. Then the tablecloth shifted, and Katniss peeked out from between his legs, a shy smile on her face and a little bit of his come on her lip. He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Holy shit,” he gasped, and she laughed, light and delighted.

Katniss tucked him back into his pants, then slipped out from beneath the table as elegantly as she’d climbed under in the first place, not even a hair out of place. Then she was kissing him, and he could taste the salt of his release. “Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you,” she murmured against his mouth. Then she was leaning around him, unclipping the cuffs with an ease that suggested they’d never truly been locked in the first place. With a wink, she placed them beside his plate as he massaged some feeling back into his wrists.

She stepped away and slid back into her dress, a reverse strip tease that was every bit as alluring as her disrobing had been. In seconds, she was transformed from the wicked, wanton woman who had blown him in a crowded restaurant, to the regal yet demure lady smiling across the table, her flushed skin glowing in the candlelight. She’d barely gotten settled when the waiter reappeared, bearing their drinks, and Peeta had the uncomfortable sensation that he’d been waiting to make his entrance. Heat flooded his face, but the man wore a mask of professionalism that gave nothing away, not ever as he set Peeta’s scotch beside the gleaming steel cuffs. Katniss ordered the special for both of them and sent the man on his way, sparing Peeta from having to speak at all.

Alone again, Katniss looked self-satisfied as she smiled at Peeta over her wine. And he laughed, just lightly. To the outside world, she looked like the picture of cool professionalism. But he could see the way she was shifting minutely in her chair, knew that her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes spoke of her own arousal. He was fixated on her lips, turned up so sweetly now but only minutes removed from having been wrapped around his cock. She was the best kind of enigma.

Life with Katniss would never be boring, and Peeta would never have his fill. A hundred lifetimes wouldn't be enough. “Full of surprises, Mrs. Mellark,” he drawled, and she beamed at him across the table.

“Was that everything you were hoping for?” She looked smug, but there was a hint of vulnerability in her quicksilver eyes.

“Everything,” he said, holding her eyes, making sure she could see the sincerity and gratitude there. Then he smirked, and picked up the cuffs. “And a little more,” he chuckled, spinning the steel loops around his finger.

She grinned, swirling the wine in her glass, a ruby tornado. “Had to make sure you couldn't thwart my plans.”

Peeta shook his head. “Thwart your diabolical plan,” he chuckled. “And what a naughty plan it was.” As he hoped, her breath caught at his words. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmured, barely a breath, but he knew Katniss had heard him by the way her lashes fluttered, the pebbling of her nipples visible through that smoking hot dress. “Yes,” he said, tucking the cuffs into his pocket. “I think we’ll have further use of these.”

After all, the evening had only just begun.

[scrawledfables]

Charlotte Victoria

It was definitely wrong, China realised as the months changed and soon enough they were preparing for their second Christmas together. Just over a whole year since their engagement, and less than a month from their wedding, the test she had taken that had come back positive some eight months ago now was almost entirely forgotten.

Sure, she had considered bringing it up once or twice, as a joke, or just as something to throw in his face when they were at a disagreement, as something he’d put her through but didn’t know a damn thing about it, but, despite how emotional she had been as of late, she didn’t have the heart nor the energy to do so.

As other symptoms faded away, new ones appeared or older ones became more obvious, yet, she still managed her best to ignore them or explain them away as she had been doing for months now; Her tiredness grew worse, the stomach flutters turned more intense, and suddenly she had new aches and pains she had never experienced before.

China knew from her still somewhat flat stomach - even though there was a soft only slight bulge there she was currently blaming on Thanksgiving, and at Halloween it was blamed on candy and before that she blamed it on her birthday diet – that it was in no way to the size or scale she knew it should have been. If that test had been right and she was eight, almost nine months gone by now, she’d be huge, she knew that much at least.

They were a week away from wrapping up for the holidays, which she was beginning to welcome, because it had been weeks since she had seen Liam last, claiming to feel too tired or too unwell to even attempt her usual flying stunts that she would have pulled back and forth so they could spend some time together.

Thankfully, it was Friday, and their director had called the shoot early, which meant she was back in her apartment before one, and she had the chance to just stay in and rest.

China had tried to watch a Christmas movie, but found herself shifting uncomfortably on the sofa every so often with a pain shooting through her back before it settled to a dull, persistent ache she just couldn’t shake. She decided that maybe a hot bath would ease her back somewhat, so she settled on the side of the tub whilst the water filled it up slowly, with a soft, floral scent from the bubble bath that was frothing at the surface of the water.

She let herself sink into the tub with a sigh of relief, as the hot water began to ease out her aches and pains as best it could. It was soothing and calming as she lay there, watching it ripple and make slight waves within the bubbles.

Her eyes were heavy, and soon enough she had drifted off to sleep, enjoying the feeling of her body slipping into complete ease.

She awoke around thirty minutes later with an odd ‘popping’ sensation in her stomach. It was a little weird since out of all the new things she had felt the last few months this wasn’t something she had ever felt before.

China frowned, and felt the pain firm in her back; figuring she had probably overstayed her welcome in the bath anyway, she stood from the water and grabbed a towel. She was surprised when, at her feet the puddle of bath water dripping from her body was added to by some clear liquid trickling down her legs.

Embarrassed to say the least she made haste to clean herself and the floor up, before getting herself into some pyjamas so she could rest at last.

The pains came and went as she did, but they were only annoying and uncomfortable at the moment, nothing more, so she pushed them aside and tried to focus on having the rest of her relaxing day.

She was settled on the balcony to enjoy the late afternoon air when her phone rang and a familiar photograph of herself and Liam lit up the screen.

“Hey, handsome.” China greeted softly as she answered it, listened to him chuckle down the line to her.

“Hi beautiful, how’re you?” He asked.

They settled into a familiar pattern of chatting and catching one another up on their day, the pains not really distracting her too much other than making her brow tense every so often, but she knew, whatever all of her feelings meant, it wasn’t a good sign.

“I’ve got the weekend free, and a ticket to come and see my favourite girl.” He told her to only be met with a sigh down the phone to him.

“I’m not feeling great,” She started, and now he sighed, because he had heard this excuse for months now and he was beginning to panic that maybe they were through, what if she didn’t want the life he wanted? “But we’ll be together next weekend, Liam. One more week.”

“Yeah.” He answered, distant and disappointed, because he had honestly been looking forward to seeing his fiancé and now here he was wondering if she was still his fiancé.

“I promise, we’ve got a whole Christmas with our names on it.” She swore, and hoped it would pick up his mood. “I just think I need a bit of rest. I’m good, we’re good-”

But as she tried her best to reassure him, her body tightened up with the most painful cramp of all, and her throat was locked with a silent gasp of pain as she doubled into herself, setting the phone on the balcony table whilst she tried to catch her bearings.

She stayed like that for a few seconds, hands pressed to her stomach, tears in her eyes, and took some deep breaths until it had gone away again, then picked the phone up, and figured she probably missed whatever he had said, but she honestly didn’t know if she could deal with that right now.

“I’ve got to go, speak soon.” China told him, almost dismissively as she hung up the phone without waiting for his response.

A moment later she realised she forgot to tell him that she loved him, but it was too late now, she told herself she’d let him know later.

For now, she stood herself straight and headed back into her apartment, getting a hot cup of tea to try and settle herself down once again.

She tried to focus on another Christmas movie but the pains were still present, and annoying her now. Her tired eyes were heavy as the sun faded away, so eventually she simply took herself off to her bed. It was still early evening, but she let herself nuzzle into the warmth of the thick wintertime comforter and tried to get some decent sleep – it had been difficult to do lately, odd aches or butterflies in her stomach (definitely butterflies and not kicks) had been keeping her awake most of the night. She was thankful when her brain shut off enough to let her eyes to firmly close and sleep over took her.

When she felt a small jostle in the bed beside her at around nine, she woke momentarily to find herself wrapped in a very familiar pair of warm and comforting arms, she simply gave a gentle satisfied sound and let herself rest a little more in his warmth.

A short while later, China woke in more pain than she had been in before, her entire back felt like it was burning with fire, and aching beyond any normal level she had grown used to. She groaned softly, but recognised Liam’s snores, knew he hadn’t listened to her pleas for him to not show up, and regretted every choice she had made the last few months.

She slipped quietly from the bed on achy feet, made her way to the en suite bathroom connected to her bedroom, and locked the door firmly. Just in time, too, because the pain that was lingering on her back moved around in what was almost like a growing spark of lightning, curving around her sides, through her stomach, making it tighten so painfully she had to grip onto the bathroom sink so she didn’t fall straight to the floor. China was thankful she didn’t cry out in pain, the sound was lodged in her throat like a thick knot. She whimpered, one hand still holding herself upright on jelly-like legs, as the other pressed to the softness of her somewhat flat stomach.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Chi let the pain pass. Huffed gently and blew loose strands of dark hair out of her eyes and off of her sweaty forehead. Her knuckles still didn’t release the hold they had on the sink, fearful if she let go yet she’d crumple to the floor to never stand up again.

She could have stood there for hours, regaining her bearings, waiting for the strength to return to her limbs, but a nauseous feeling grew in her stomach, making her mouth oily, telling her she was going to be sick if she didn’t hurry, so she ushered her unsteady legs over to the toilet and threw up what little she had eaten today into the porcelain bowl, crumpling to her knees as she did so.

There was little to no energy in her body. So, when a knock came to the bathroom door, she didn’t even muster a sound.

“Chi? You okay?” He asked, as if the sound of her vomiting and retching hadn’t woken him from his sleep; he knew she wasn’t okay by any stretch of the word. “I’m coming in, alright?” Liam let her know, gave a jostle of the handle, to only find that it was locked. He sighed, and ran a hand over his weary face. “You need to unlock the door for me.” He pleaded, but heard no sounds on the other side of the door, which worried him more than anything.

He waited another moment or two, before rushing to the bedside table, grabbing a card from his wallet, he stuck it in the lock and shifted it with some careful adjustments until the door popped free.

When it swung back he took in her sweaty, pale form hunched over the toilet, shivering and shaking, looking completely drained, but her eyes were open and she seemed to follow him with her dulled browns, so he knew she was conscious.

“Hey,” Liam crossed the room to her side, sank on the floor beside her, a soft hand running gentle circles over her back. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?” He asked, but knew she wouldn’t answer, her eyes were thick with the need to sleep, bags lingering beneath them like she hadn’t managed to sleep through the night in months. He was cursing himself for not noticing it sooner.

Liam’s hand moved some of her dark hair away from her face, feeling her warm cheeks and clammy forehead with a small huff. “Let’s get you back to bed, okay? You look like you could use a good rest.”

He worried his lip between his teeth as he watched her, concerned for a moment that it was something bigger; knew she hadn’t felt right for some time now, but honestly, he thought she was just pulling away from him, that maybe the relationship they had was too much to handle for her. Instead, here she was, quite obviously not well, and he felt guilty instantly for even letting that thought cross his mind; that she was just honestly telling him the truth.

Chi let out a soft hum of approval, probably letting him know that she liked that idea, at least he very much hoped that was what it meant. Liam carefully scooped her up into his arms and carried her through to their still-dark bedroom, tucking her beneath the covers before he went back and cleaned up the bathroom.

He shut the bathroom light off before sliding into bed and joining her; realised she was still awake when she rolled over and snuggled closer to him, a place she slotted so perfectly. He softly kissed the top of her head. “Sleep.” Liam whispered, let his thumb run up and down her arm gently and soothingly. He waited, listening intently for the moment her breathing evened out, before he let his own do the same.

She didn’t know what time it was when she next woke up, but it was still dark outside, she noted. The pain was worsening still, so she turned away from Liam, unsure if her legs could carry her weak self to the bathroom another time, she hunched into herself instead, huffed out whatever pain she was feeling, and tried not to make too much noise or any extreme movements the more intense the feeling grew.

Just like last time, however, pain spread around from the burning in her back, across her sides, and like lightning through her stomach. She gasped out, sucking air through her teeth harshly, and turned to bury her face into her pillow so it would muffle any other noises she would make.

Chi counted, because she didn’t know what else to do to take her mind off of the pain. ‘One, two, three, four, five, six,’ The pain began to slip away to the fiery ache that was deep in her back, ‘seven, eight,’ the breath she was holding she let out as it eased completely.

Whatever this was, it was doing a number on her body, for definite.

Sleep didn’t come following that pain. She stared at the wall, willing herself to rest more; felt like she needed an eternity of rest but her heavy eyes couldn’t close thanks to the pain working through her back.

China didn’t know how long it had been, but it returned again, moving around her sides, to the shooting cramp that seized up her whole stomach once more. This time she was a little slower to let her face meet the pillow, and a small yelp left her lips that she tried to muffle as quickly as possible.

She knew whatever her attempts were, they weren’t going to work, the moment the bed shifted beside her and the lamp lit up the room, “China?” Liam asked, groggily.

Chi didn’t answer; busy sinking her teeth into her lip to try and muffle her noises thanks to the pain, but it didn’t matter anymore, the game was up. Liam lent over her form to look at her but noticed her face buried into the pillow, so he quickly got out of bed and crouched at her side of the bed. A hand found her shoulder, but China still didn’t look to meet his gaze, yet he could see the way she was hunched into herself in a pain filled way, and panicked almost instantly.

“Chi, I need you to tell me what’s wrong.” Liam urged with a squeeze of her shoulder. He was completely worried now, and it only increased when she didn’t turn to look at him or offer him an answer.

“Okay, we need to get to the hospital, something clearly isn’t right.” He hoped it would prompt her into some action, but all she did was let out another gentle whimper into the pillow, so he kicked into action instead, throwing on his jeans and a shirt before he pulled the blankets back off of China.

Her whole body was hunched into itself as tight as it could go, and she was clutching her stomach tightly. “Alright,” He started, but wasn’t sure she would manage to move much on her own.

He should have called an ambulance, but he knew on a Friday night in a busy city they may be waiting a while so he instead offered a small, “I’m sorry if this hurts.” Before he jostled her body ever so gently into his strong arms. She was heavier than usual, but in no way difficult to carry at all.

China let out a small gasp as he picked her up, kept her arms tight around her taut stomach, let her teary face bury into his shirt as he grabbed her car keys on the way past the door and  rushed her out of the apartment to the elevator.

“I need you to tell me how long it’s been this bad.” He pleaded as he stood there cradling her, waiting for the elevator to arrive at their floor.

Chi didn’t offer an answer so he held her a little tighter, unsure if she had lost consciousness or not by this point, and rushed into the elevator when it got to them. He pressed the button with one finger outstretched before making sure to hold her close to him, thought last minute that she might have needed to change out of her pyjamas, gotten a coat on, or some shoes but before he could think about turning back to do just that, she whimpered again in his arms and creased into herself even more.

He could feel his top dampening and realised quickly she was crying, which worried him all the more. “Okay, okay, we’ll be there soon, I promise.” Liam swore as the elevator ‘dinged’ and the doors opened to reveal to the lobby.

A concerned door man held the door open as he rushed through and toward the parking garage where her car was. Fiddling with her key for a moment to unlock the car doors before he had the passenger side opened and set her down as gently as he could.

In the shoddy parking garage lights he could see her pale, sweaty complexion, and took in her tear stained face. “Why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad?” He asked, definitely in more of a panicked and concerned yell.

China who had been looking down at her bare feet for the time being, snapped teary browns up to meet his blues, but there was a fury there Liam had never seen before, it made him take one step away from her. “Well forgive me for not telling you when you were never around to care!” She shouted back, and he was just about to return the favour when another pain shot through her stomach that had her hands reaching for the dash in front of her in a pained gasp.

Priorities, he reminded himself, right now them arguing was definitely not a priority.

“You’re going to be okay.” He reassured her with a softer look and a squeeze of her shoulder gently, after a second he closed the door and swallowed down his feelings and whatever response he had wanted to give, rushing to the driver’s side and climbing in.

China still hadn’t released the dash, her knuckles pale and her face completely scrunched up. More tears fell down her face quickly now.

“We’re going to be there soon.” Liam reassured her as he put the key in the ignition and took off onto the main street. He wasn’t certain where the hospital was, so he fiddled quickly with Google Maps on his phone finding the nearest one and laying it in his lap so he could follow it.

Liam was relieved when a moment into driving China’s grip finally left the dash and she sat back in the seat out of breath, but seemingly not in as much pain as she had been in before.

She carefully brought her feet to the edge of the seat to hunch her knees to her chest in the hopes it would ease her back ache some, but it honestly didn’t do much other than give her a place to rest her arms and her head for a little while.

“Do you feel sick again?” Liam asked her as he glanced to her out of the corner of his eyes. He stopped at a red light and looked to her fully in time to hear a small noise she made and a head movement he couldn’t quite make out.

“Chi, I know, you don’t feel well, but I need you to answer me, I can’t give the hospital any answers if I don’t have any.” That earned him a glare, but at least he could see her face once more.

She didn’t know what to tell him, still fully in denial of the situation. China took a shaky breath. “No, I don’t feel sick.” She managed in a soft tone.

Liam nodded, thankful she was saying something to him, and sounded coherent enough that he was no longer worried she may pass out at a moments notice. “And the pain?”

Her eyebrows raised, but he missed it as a car horn beeped behind them. The light had gone green so he rushed over the next intersection to the next set of lights. “China,” Liam prompted again with a quick glance to her, “The pain started when?”

“This afternoon.” China mustered, but it was through gritted teeth and he knew whatever the pain was; it was returning. Her body turned away from him toward the door as she folded into herself once more, a whimper of pain leaving her lips.

Liam nodded, but couldn’t shake the worry in his own eyes as he drove on, following the directions on the map. He was just thankful he didn’t listen to her telling him not to come and see her; so glad she wasn’t on her own right now, because he’d hate to think what may have happened.

He waited this time, let her rough breaths and soft whimpers tell him all he needed to know before she uncurled from herself ever so softly back to her somewhat hunched form, then asked, “Do you have any idea what it may be?”

He stopped at another set of red lights behind a bustle of queuing up cars; should have realised that wasn’t a good sign at all. But it gave him the chance to look at her, see the way teary browns refused to meet his gaze, and the way she seemed at a mental war with herself.

“China…” Liam prompted again, taking the moment to rest a hand on his fiancé’s shoulder softly. Squeeze it gently. “Whatever it is, we can work through it.” He said. He was worried, for a while, that maybe it was her appendix or something like that, but the way she looked now; so scared and small… he was completely fearful it was something else… had she taken something? Was that it?

Her eyes were full of tears as she looked toward him, shaking her head gently. A few horns blared this time, making him look up. The light was green, and yet no cars in front of him were moving… they were gridlocked… just his luck.

“China.” Liam prompted again, taking his attention from the stationary traffic around them to her, where tears were falling from her eyes in big blobs now. He knew they weren’t tears of pain, they were tears of upset and fear. Suddenly his own stomach was churning with worry.

Before she had another chance to answer him, the pain came back and had her cry out this time, her body turning away from Liam as she tried to suck in deep breaths in through her nose, and out through her mouth, slow and steady. His hand fell off of her shoulder with her sudden lurch. Instead of letting it hang limp, he let it drop to her back, rubbing soft circles as if it may help.

Something wasn’t sitting right in his mind. It felt familiar to him; something he had seen in shows and movies, recognised from stories Chris and Luke, his mom, Amber even, had told him. Slowly it dawned on him.

“Chi, you’re not pregnant, are you?” He asked now, in a bit of a quieter tone.

She didn’t answer him, a little too busy trying to control herself through the pain, and he gave her the time to do so. Glanced back at the lights that were red again and noted no cars had moved around them, in fact, there was just a longer queue growing behind them of vehicles suddenly finding themselves caught in this traffic jam.

When he watched her unfurl from herself somewhat, he asked again, this time louder so she couldn’t mishear him, “China… are you pregnant?” He felt his heart aching, knew they hadn’t spent much time together the past few months, but how could she have not mentioned something like that to him?

If she was… was it even his?

“I–” She started, and then stopped. “–I think so?” China barely spoke, and he almost missed it through the sound of car horns around them and angry arguing being passed between frustrated drivers.

“You think so?” Liam tried to clarify, pushing any stun he had aside.

She nodded, then swallowed hard. China’s eyes refusing to look up and meet his.

Liam’s heart hurt completely, but he knew it was nothing compared to whatever pain she was feeling right now. She sat there pale, in agony, and broken in front of him, and he decided whatever the answer was to his thoughts that it didn’t matter; if she was in this much pain it meant only one thing, and that was that she was loosing the baby.

“Okay, we need to get out of here.” He said, trying to kick himself into action, because whatever betrayal and hurt he felt, he wasn’t about to watch his fiancé bleed to death in the car. “If you’re miscarrying, there can be a lot of complications, we need to do something.”

China realised he was rambling, and didn’t blame him at all. He was panicked, and hurt, she was sure, but whatever he was feeling, it didn’t compare to the sudden feeling of her stomach tightening again and her lurching into herself once more with the exclaimed, “fuck!” she whimpered out a moment later.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Liam let his hand try and soothe against her back again, watched her in pain once more and realised it was getting closer and closer together which was in no way a good sign at all.

“Liam, I’m not-” Chi started, painfully and gritted. “I don’t think I’m loosing it.” Her voice quivered with her pain, watched as his hand found her own to try and stop her pale-knuckled hold against her knees. The pad of his thumb ran over her knuckles, and he tried not to wince himself at the feeling of her tight and pained grip.

“Shh, breathe, okay.” He said softly, gave her a few moments to do just that and even her breathing out to a steady pace. Gently her grip on his hand eased and he knew it was passing. “Good, you’ve done so good.” He said, tears in his own eyes now, suddenly feeling the loss of something he only just realised he could have had.

China’s head shook softly, “I took a test.” She admitted to him, finally letting out her burden that she’d been carrying around for months, even though he didn’t know that. “Back in April, Liam. I took a test months ago,” There was a moment where hurt flashed through his eyes, and she wanted to look away from him in shame, but right now he needed to know it all; it was too late to keep it secret any longer, “It was positive.”

“Chi, you don’t–” Liam started, wondered if maybe there was a story waiting to be told of a pregnancy she thought she had that wasn’t. The thoughts of her going through it all alone and keeping this one secret for fear of it happening again.

China’s hand found his this time. “You don’t understand, Liam.” She tried to say softly, but her words came out as anything but soft, instead they were snappy and pain induced.

It was enough to pull him from his well of thoughts, “Then make me understand,” Liam answered, a lot gentler toward her still ghosting his thumb over her knuckles, looking at her like she were a china doll on the verge of breaking.

“I took a test eight… almost nine months ago, and it was positive.” China said slowly as she looked at him with teary browns as if that would make him understand her words any clearer. Seeing the pain and worry in his blues, she felt no choice but to look back to her clutched knees. Shamefully admitting, “I think I’m in labour,” Chi whispered and he almost lost it to car horns and arguing once again.

Thankfully he didn’t. Liam gave her hand a soft squeeze, tried not to chuckle her claim away because it was ridiculous and right now all he knew how to do was laugh. Everything about tonight had been so insane. “No, Chi. You can’t be.” His eyes looked to where he normally would’ve been able to see her stomach though she was hunched into herself and hiding it at much as possible.

“I have been telling myself the same thing,” She started quiet, but the words fell into a gritted pain filled tone, “But there’s no other reason for this.” She whimpered as she hunched into herself again, her hand gripping his tightly.

“Okay,” Liam huffed, feeling an argument there again that he knew neither of them needed nor wanted at the moment in time, “Either way, we need to get to a hospital.” He said, eyes glancing around the traffic, still no cars had moved around them.

Chi restrained herself from glaring at him; could feel the doubt in his mind. She didn’t blame him for it; knew she probably sounded insane, but she didn’t have the time or patience to convince him otherwise.

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere fast!” She shouted now, midst the pain, bringing his attention back to her fully.

She was right, as she usually was, and it scared him more.

“If you start to not feel well again, Chi, I need you to tell me.” Liam pleaded gently with her, fearful still of her bleeding out or something else.

He didn’t expect her to answer, so when she didn’t it wasn’t news to him, he carried on rubbing her back softly, waiting for her grip to ease, and watched her slump somewhat in the seat.

“You’re doing great.” He tried to encourage her, but now she wasn’t in so much pain he got himself a full blown glare, before China shifted her eyes away from him.

Still curled into herself, she took a moment to rest her arm against the jut where the door met the window of the car, her eyes closing as if it would give her a few moments of relief. Liam watched her, saw her hand holding her stomach tightly and gulped with his worry; whether she was right, or he was, they definitely needed help.

He watched her for a moment longer, noticed how he could have thought she was simply asleep if it wasn’t for the scrunch of her eyes or the frown permanently etched on her features. Liam finally tore his gaze away from her to look at his phone, turning off the maps, he pulled up the keypad and did the thing he should’ve done to begin with: dialled 911.

Blue eyes looked the traffic over as he had the phone to his ear, scanning the gridlocked traffic that was definitely not moving; he knew something must have gone on, but it wasn’t his concern.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A soft female voice asked, pulling him from looking at the traffic to glance back over at China.

“Hi,” He started, but then stopped, because what could he say to explain this? “Um… my fiancé is in a lot of pain, we need an ambulance.”

“How old is your fiancé?” She asked, Liam heard typing down the phone, knew she was filling in a dispatch form.

“Twenty two. We think she’s pregnant.” He tried to explain as best he could.

He tried to concentrate on the phone call as best he could, even when China curled into herself again, burying her face against the car seat she was now lying across, arms tightly wound around her stomach.

“How far along?”

Liam scrubbed a hand over his tired features, “I don’t know… we don’t know, but it’s bad.”

As if to punctuate the point, China whimpered out, he let his free hand smooth softly over her leg.

“Where are you?” She asked now, still typing he could tell.

Liam looked around for street signs but it was dark and hard to see. He pulled his phone from his ear and reopened maps to read the street name, then put it back to his ear.

“At the crossing between Boulevard and Monroe.” He answered quickly, heard more typing on their end followed by something muffled on the end of the line. Whatever it was it didn’t sound great.

“The whole area is gridlocked.” She informed him, and Liam forced himself not to answer a, ‘No shit, Sherlock,’ as he looked at the traffic around him. “A power surge knocked out the lights.”

“How long?” Liam asked, through his own gritted teeth now.

“It’s hard to say, services are struggling to get through safely.”

He scrubbed his hand over his eyes again, stressed beyond belief, but let himself ease a little as he saw China’s body unclench once more, brown eyes full of fear locked onto his blues, “Liam…” She croaked out, tiredly.

Instead of letting her know the issue, he instead offered her a soft smile. “Help will be here soon.” He offered to China, and it seemed to calm her fears enough that he didn’t feel guilty about lying to her.

“Would I be able to talk to her?” The lady now asked.

Liam nodded, realised she couldn’t see him, and muttered a small, “Sure.”

He let his hand find China’s knee, running softly over her skin there. “Chi, they want to talk to you, okay?”

As China nodded, he moved the phone to put it on speaker, not trusting Chi to move her hands from around her stomach.

“You’re on speaker.” Liam informed her, “China can hear you.” He hoped, maybe, the woman on the end of the line would take the hint to not tell Chi about the gridlock and no help reaching them any time soon.

“China?” Came the soft voice again through the speaker of the phone, “I’m Steph, I just need to ask a few questions if that’s okay?”

There was a quiet moment. Chi licked her dry lips and nodded, before croaking out a weakened, “Sure.” She shifted softly in her seat, and was relieved when Liam reached over to collapse the seat back down further so she could find a little more comfort.

“When did the pain start?” Steph asked softly, to the chorus of more car horns and arguing around their car.

Chi took a small breath. A shaky hand reached to move some hair away from her clammy forehead. “This afternoon?” She answered, but it was in more of a questioning tone.

“You don’t seem too sure.” She was informed, which made Chi huff.

“It got bad around three in the afternoon. But there’s been some pain for a day or so now.” China admitted, listened to the sound of typing and tried to focus more so on the feel of Liam’s hand on her knee again.

“Your fiancé mentioned you thinking you’re pregnant,” Steph began, “Any idea how far along you would be?”

Chi chuckled a little bitterly, because she knew, once again, Liam wouldn’t like hearing her answer. “Pretty far, but he doesn’t-” she began to grit her words, letting out a harsher and more forceful, “believe me.” It was whimpered as she crushed her body into itself once more.

“Breathe.” Liam reminded her, ignoring the pang of pain from China’s words.

“What d’you think I’m doing?!” She shouted now, and it ended up being followed by a small mess of sobs mixed with winces and whimpers.

“You need to stay calm.” Came the reassuring voice down the line again. “Both of you.” She said, as if it was also pointed toward Liam, who frankly was offended, because he was definitely biting his tongue for China’s sake already. “Listen to your fiancé, China. Breathe, deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

Liam watched as China flipped a middle finger to the phone before she winced into herself again. “In and out.” He coached her gently, ignored the glare she shot him, taking breaths himself for her to follow.

After a begrudged moment, she did as he did, and slowly as the pain eased away, she let her body loosen again, her back pressed to the door of the car.

“Good.” He said with a soft smile in her direction, trying to encourage her and let Steph know it had passed.

“Can you tell me when you last had a period at least?” She asked now that the car had settled once more, realising the mention of how far along China may or may not be was a sensitive subject for them both.

Chi pressed her palm to her forehead, feeling exhausted and weak, but trying to wrack her brain for an answer. “Months.” She finally offered, not that it was much of an answer at all.

“How many?”

“Eight?” Her eyes avoided Liam’s; didn’t want to see his disapproving gaze once more shrugging the situation off.

There was quietness down the phone, then a small hum of a noise. “Okay.” Followed by more typing, a lot more, and quicker now. “Can you tell me what the pain is like?”

The tension slipped away from the car once more, Liam gave her a pat on the leg before he reached into the back seat to pull a bottle of water for her. He figured it was probably one she’d long discarded on her way to or from set, but it was better than nothing at the moment in time.

“Like a burning?” China offered, once again a question more than an answer. “My back feels like it’s on fire, and like it’s in knots at the same time.” There was more typing again in which Liam passed her the bottle of water to take small sips from.

“And is that it?” Steph prompted again after a moment, so Liam took the drink away so she could answer.

“No. It moves. Like the burning is there all the time, but it twists around and my stomach keeps cramping up, every so often.”

More typing. “Have you timed these?” She asked now, definitely more so to Liam, he figured, letting China have a bit more of the water.

“It hadn’t occurred to me.” He confessed, but now his phone was a little busy being used for this call, so he didn’t have the resources to time them now, either.

“Okay.” More typing, “I need you to make yourself useful. Try to massage her lower back, see if some of that pain eases away.”

Liam capped the bottle and put it on the dash for now, “Alright. We will try.” He was worried once again, even though Steph didn’t seem as panicked as he had been feeling all along. How was she managing to stay so calm right now?

He gently helped her with soft touches to get her to sit up again properly in the seat, leaving the back of the seat down, and moved over a little more so he could work his hands on her lower back as soothingly as he could muster.

Chi let out a small noise that didn’t sound pain filled at all, and he figured he was doing something right, so he carried on doing as he was told, watching the discomfort slip from her face the more he did this. He had to have been doing it for about a minute before her whole body stiffened again and she winced, hand pressed back to her stomach with the cramp taking a hold of her again.

He eased up, not sure what to do, “Breathe, remember.” He told her, watched her form sink so her head was rested against the dash now as she took deep breaths.

“Is that another one?” Steph asked, typing more.

“Yeah.” Liam answered, his hand running soothing circles on China’s back.

“Okay.” Steph typed more, quicker once again then went quiet. “Let me know once it passes, okay?”

“Yeah.” Liam answered now, watching China intently as she took deep breaths. He waited for her form to ease softly, but she didn’t sit back up, probably finding it more comfortable to sit like this for now. “Is it gone?” He asked, and Chi nodded weakly. “It passed.” He let his hands move back to her lower back to continue massaging at her skin there.

Then there was more typing. “That was around three minutes from the last one.” Steph informed him, typing again, “And lasted around sixty-six seconds.”

“What does that mean?” Liam asked, not too familiar with any of this at all.

Steph gave a soft chuckle. “She’s doing good.” She offered, “Do you have anything there to help out? Blankets? Anything like that?”

“Help out?” Liam asked now, suddenly panicked. His hands stopped their motions making China whine ever so gently, forcing him to carry on. “What do you mean ‘help out?’.” His tone was laced with panic and worry now.

“You need to stay calm, for her sake.” Steph informed him. “But it definitely seems to me like this baby is on its way… and they’ll be here soon.”

His hands stopped again. This time when she whimpered he still didn’t move his hands. No, that wasn’t what was happening… China wasn’t… She couldn’t be. Before he knew it he was panicking and trying to make sense of everything. “She’s not… we’re not…” He forced out, shaking his head as he did so.

The worry in his tone was enough to startle China, who had managed so far to keep as calm as she possibly could. “Liam.” She whispered softly, head turning to look at him, her hand finding his to give it a soft squeeze. “I’m so sorry.” She offered the apology.

“What- We’re not-” He rambled again. Tried to let the feel of her warm hand in his ground him some, but it was hard to do when something seemed so unbelievable and far fetched.

“You need to calm down.” Chi informed him, worried now he’d faint from shock, he was already so pale as he sat there in front of her.

“Calm?” He asked though it was more of an exclamation, “How can I be calm about any of this?!”

Tears sprung to her eyes, but she knew it was coming, thought about it several times over the last few months, but sometimes she thought it was just too late into the lie and her denial to tell him.

“You need to be calm because if you panic China right now we may have some complications.” Steph said now, and the tension began slipping from the car. “You can believe it or not, but I’m telling you, right now, she is going to need you calm and to do as I tell you.”

He was still having a very hard time wracking his brain around the idea at all because how in the hell could they be having a baby but China didn’t look pregnant at all, and nothing was ready, they didn’t have anything, and no one knew, and he was spinning in a tailspin of panic once more, so China tried to squeeze his hand gently except the pain welled back up in her and she cried out, caught off guard by it, and her hand tightened around his painfully.

That was enough to bring him back down to earth with a few strong blinks, he forced his hand to run back over her lower back, “Another one.” He announced for Steph’s sake more than their own, since she was helping them time things.

“Remember, deep breaths.” Steph coached, and he watched Chi do as she was instructed. His brain still couldn’t wrap around the idea of this at all, but right now it didn’t matter, he’d work it out later, right now China was his priority.

“In and out.” Liam coached her with soft breaths of his own, “Good.” He commented as Chi did as he was saying, a deep breath in, a deep breath out.

It seemed to last forever now he was beginning to realise what was happening, and Liam tried not to focus on the grand scheme of everything at all. Eventually Chi’s pained grip on his hand eased, and her body went less rigid.

“Good?” He asked, resuming the gentle massage of her lower back.

“Mhm.” Chi muttered out loosely.

“It’s passed.” Liam said, informing Steph again.

“Okay, we’re progressing.” Steph informed him. “Like I said, do you have anything there that can help you out?” She asked, and Liam had to pause and think because it wasn’t his car, but he knew Chi usually kept a bag of spare things to take to and from set with her in case she needed anything.

“Is your work bag in the trunk?” Liam asked as he lent in closely to her.

“Should be.” Chi answered, voice hoarse again.

“Okay, I’m going to grab it. Take some more sips of water, alright? I don’t need you dehydrated.” He lent in and for the first time tonight pressed a gentle kiss to her head of hair before passing her the uncapped bottle of water over. “I’ll be quick.” He swore before he opened the car door and headed around to the trunk.

Chi did as he had asked her, taking small sips of the water despite the burning pain in her back dully hanging there. She listened to the soothing sound of Steph typing more as it was a lot more comforting than blaring car horns and shouting.

“How’re you doing?” Steph asked her after a couple of seconds passed.

“Peachy.” Chi huffed out, irritated at best.

“You’re doing great.” She informed the girl, who felt like she was doing anything but.

“Help isn’t coming, is it?” China asked a moment later, taking her aback.

She listened to the woman sigh through the phone, heard a keyboard and mouse. “I promise, we have someone dispatched, but the power is out and everything is pretty tight and gridlocked.” Yet, despite the words being anything but calming, there was a soothing tone to Steph’s voice, “But they are trying their best to get to you.” She promised.

Chi huffed out something that was a laugh in spite of her whole situation. It was just her luck. She wished she could rewind the clock back to April when she took that test. Told Liam then so they weren’t stuck in this situation now… maybe everything would have been different.

“And you’ve got this. So has Liam. I’m going to stay on the line and help as much as I can until they reach you. Whether that’s before the little one arrives or after, it doesn’t matter.”

It was very odd how words that were so out of her comfort zone were being spoken so soothingly to her. So full of care and confidence that it gave her the hope that maybe she could do this, too.

The car trunk closed, and Liam returned to the drivers side with a duffel, putting it on the seat to try rummaging through the contents of the bag.

“What sort of thing do we need?” He asked now as he began sifting things out. It was mostly clothes or candy, typical China things.

“Something to wrap the little one in until help can get to you. No buttons. Something warm.” Steph informed him. He found a jumper and set it aside. “And once this next one passes it’s probably for the best to get China settled in the back seat.”

He was about to ask why but his attention was stolen back by China letting out another curse and tensing into herself once again. “Another.” He informed Steph.

“Like clockwork.” Steph confirmed.

Liam shoved the duffel to the floor, making sure the car was firmly in park before he slid into the seat, moving to let his hand find China’s again so she could carry on squeezing his bones to a pulp. “In and out.” He soothed again, doing the same himself and she followed. This time he tried counting in his own brain, remembering Steph mentioning sixty something seconds last time. At least it was something he could do to feel useful.

As he counted, China kept on her breathing, feeling his free hand as it massaged her back again right where she needed it.

It slipped away, but it was definitely lasting longer each time. Her grip lessened and her body went slack once again.

“Seventy four?” Liam said toward Steph.

“There abouts, yes.” She confirmed, more typing. “Let her catch her breath and then move her to the back, alright?”

He nodded, forgetting she couldn’t see them.

“Make sure everything you may need will be in the back, too.”

Liam moved quickly, opening his car door and clambering out. He took the duffel and the jumper he found, along with the bottle of water and set them in the foot well of the back seat. Then he raced over to China’s side of the car and opened the door, easing the back of her seat up again so it wouldn’t obstruct them when they were in the back.

“Think you can walk?” He asked, remembering having to carry her from bed to the car initially, but she seemed to have a little more life in her now than she had then. He was still surprised when she nodded, letting her hand find his and guide her from the passenger side. She was only up for a moment, but he made sure to support all of her weight as best as he could as he moved to open the car door and gently ease her inside. She settled into a laying down position on the back seat and he moved to push the seats backs as far toward the trunk as possible so she had space to feel comfortable.

“Two seconds. Rest.” He whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he closed the door and moved back to the passenger side, sliding the car seat forward as far as it would go and grabbing his phone as he did so.

He walked to the drivers side and did the same, before he clambered into the back, too, settling down, letting her feet rest in his lap gently.

“Okay, all settled.” He soothed, to which Chi let out a gentle hum. He found his fingers working at massaging out ankles that were on the swollen side; wondered how he never noticed that before… How many other symptoms of being pregnant did she have that he had no clue about?

Liam had lost track of time whilst he had been helping move her into the back, so he was somewhat taken aback when the quiet of the moment was stolen by another pained groan from China, her body turning inward toward the seats to maybe muffle some of her pain.

“You’re doing so good.” He encouraged, attention turning to the phone on the floor. “Another one.” Liam informed Steph, listened to more typing, but he knew what to do now, so before she coaxed him, he lent further into China and let his hands work at her back. “In and out remember. You’ve got this. In… and out.”

She followed his actions, he watched her tensed motions as she tried to breathe the pain away, and felt guilty for everything the past few months. For not noticing. For not being around enough. For not making as much effort as he should have. Sure, he knew she could have met him in the middle, but if everything happening right now was right: she had been in no condition to do so at all.

He was thankful for a moment that she’d stopped flying back and forth to see him; unsure of what problems that could have caused for her… and the little one.

If there was a little one at all.

He shook the thoughts off and worked to soothe her discomfort as best he could but it sounded as if things were intensifying, and Chi’s whimpers of discomfort had elevated a little more now to muffled cries of pain into the fabric of the car seats.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, panicked by it all, but it wasn’t like China was in any state to answer him. “It’s getting worse.” Liam informed Steph, who gave a noise of approval.

“It will. That’s how it works. But she’s almost there. It shouldn’t be much longer now.” She tried to reassure him, though she was still focusing on whatever updates she was typing to the ambulance team. “Just try to keep her as comfortable as possible. The change in her position may have shifted things along a little bit further, it’s not uncommon.”

It had definitely lasted longer too, but eventually Chi’s cries of pain eased, and her body relaxed again. She rolled out of the seat, letting herself get some air that wasn’t warm and sweaty.

“You okay?” Liam asked her, moving to grab the water bottle again and uncap it, passing it to her.

She took a small sip and passed him the bottle back, “As well as I can be.” She said, but it was more dejected than her replies had been all night.

He settled a hand on her shoulder and ran a soothing thumb over the skin there. “You’re doing so well.” He informed her with the soft offer of a smile in her direction.

Tears were back in her brown eyes because she was so worried she had ruined everything. Thought she’d shattered their relationship because of her keeping stupid secrets and panicking herself for months.

Whatever thoughts were in her head, he settled with a soft kiss to her cheek. “You amaze me.” He informed her softly, and she laughed ever so slightly before her expression fell from an amused one to a pain filled one once more. “In and out.” Liam reminded her again.

“They’re getting closer now.” Steph said, as she listened to the two of them.

China sat up and found her head settling against his shoulder as she tried to remember to breathe calmly. One hand in his holding firmly to his hold, the other tightly pressing into her stomach. He kissed her dark hair while his other hand worked at her back.

“Good job.” Liam encouraged gently as they worked through it. The sounds of her pain far clearer now that she was so close to his ear. He felt his t-shirt dampening from what must have been her tears, and let out a gentle, “Shh,” As he tried to rock her softly in his hold and ease her back pain somewhat.

It felt like it was never ending, but eventually she relaxed somewhat in his hold. Liam kissed the soft nape of skin by her ear, not minding if she was clammy or not, “Good?” He asked. She nodded against him and he decided to let her stay in his hold like that for a little while longer. Whatever felt the most comfortable for her.

“I’m so sorry.” China whispered tiredly against his shoulder.

Liam kissed her forehead tenderly. “Don’t worry about it right now. We can talk about it later.” He tried to soothe her softly. “Let’s just get through this first.”

“I just-” Chi started, wanting to maybe explain to him her reasoning as to why she hadn’t told him… or anyone, really, but it was cut off by another, louder, “Shit!” And she creased into him again.

Liam let his body do whatever her’s did, so she had no resistance to her hunched up form. Worked his hand across her back, but he was worried now. “That can’t have been more than a minute.” He said toward the phone.

“You’re right. But that’s not a bad sign.” Steph informed him. Stayed quiet while Liam and China eased through the pain as best they could as a team. Waited for the sounds of pained curses and groans to cease. “You need to get her ready for delivery.”

Liam paled all over again. “I don’t-” He started but was cut off.

“You don’t have much choice.” Steph snapped back, firmer than before, knowing soft and gentle was no longer going to cut it. “Lie her down, take off her bottoms, try and find something to throw over her legs and give her some privacy, but you need to be ready to do this.”

“I can’t-” He tried again.

“No, we don’t have time for this, you need to make sure she is ready and comfortable, it isn’t about you. It’s about her and the baby.” Liam gulped, “Do you understand.”

He paused, “Y-yeah.” But his eyes still seemed nervous and unsure.

Chi pulled away from his shoulder to glance damp brown eyes up at him. There was a permanent crease at the edges of her eyes now from the pain she was always feeling. There was the faintest hint of another apology lingering in her eyes, and he felt bad for suddenly making it a matter about him, because it wasn’t at all. Whatever concerns he had paled in comparison.

Liam pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Okay?” He whispered out gently, and she nodded her head as an answer. He moved to grab the duffel and look through for something else. Found a plaid button up that he could throw over her knees and zipped the bag closed.

He moved and slipped the bag on the seat behind her so she had something to lean against, held her hand as she gently eased herself back against it, trying to feel as comfortable as possible, but this situation was far from comfortable for her.

A soft pad of his thumb played over her knuckles again gingerly, reassuringly, before he moved to do as he had been instructed. Gently easing China out of her pyjama bottoms and her panties - trying not to be too relieved when neither were completely blood covered like he’d imagined - before covering her spread knees over with the button up. His hand now ghosting softly against the skin of her hip.

“Okay, we’ve done that.” He informed Steph, and watched as China’s whole body changed again to tense up in immense pain. Now she was in this position though, there was no way for her to roll over and muffle her cries of pain, or that he could work his hands against her back. He moved his hands to hold onto her own, letting her squeeze them as tightly as she could while he was deeply breathing in and out, trying to coax her to do the same.

It was a tense minute and a half but she eventually eased back into the awkward pillow he’d made for her, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “What do we do now?” He asked.

“Soon enough China’s going to feel the need to push. That’s where you come in. Make sure the baby is progressing well, check for any cord around their neck, just in case, if there is, you need her to stop pushing and ease it off. And after that? Get ready to catch, dad.” Steph laughed softly, but neither Liam nor Chi did the same.

“When do we know to push?” Liam asked, his eyes as wide as saucers at the thought of all of the things he needed to remember to do… of everything he was about to see that he honestly thought he never needed to see.

“She’ll know. Trust me. China’s body will start taking over. Just remember to help her breathe, and you-” there was a distinct beeping of Liam’s phone. His screen flashed with the ‘no battery’ symbol, and then it went black completely.

“Shit.” He cursed out, and the panic filled him once again because he very suddenly felt out of his depth on every level.

Chi must have panicked, too, because brown eyes were looking at him fear filled. “Please tell me you brought my phone.” She pleaded, but there was a look on Liam’s face that told her he hadn’t. They were definitely screwed.

“I’m going to check cars, see if someone can help, okay?” He started, his panic definitely clear as he began to move away but her hand found his in her tight grip and worry struck him.

“Please don’t leave me like this.” She pleaded, a shake to her tone telling him all he needed to know. He had to be strong, or else things could go wrong with China… with the baby.

He scrubbed a stressed hand across his beard, tried to take a deep breath, and then nodded; knowing he couldn’t leave her like this.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay. I’m right here.” He reassured her, letting his hand find her’s in a soft squeeze.

The squeeze was returned a moment later with Chi’s grip tightening again, she cried out in pain once more and he felt completely useless all of a sudden, like he didn’t know what to to to help her any more.

“Breathe, remember to breathe.” He informed her with soft words, resumed his coaxing as he had before with soft breaths in and out, that she mimicked, somewhat roughly.

“It’s-” She shook her head, tears in her eyes, “It’s getting worse.” China groaned out, teeth gritted as she tried to manage the pain.

“I know, but you’re doing great. You’ve come so far now, only a bit left to go.” Liam tried to reassure her, realising that his worries and fears were nothing compared to hers. “Keep breathing, okay?” He asked, moving a little closer to her so he could push some damp hair away from her face. “In and out.”

They stayed like that until the pain passed again, Liam sitting uncomfortably in the foot well of the car so he could be as close to her as she needed him to be. “You’re so strong.” He informed her in a soft whisper, a finger ghosting across her cheek.

She’d taken the moments breather to let her eyes fall shut, get what tiny fragments of rest she could since she was so exhausted already, and she had a feeling the worst was still to come.

Liam sat next to her awkwardly watching her, not wanting to disturb the small bit of peace she was finally getting, but he knew it wouldn’t last long, wished she could have longer to get her strength somewhat back.

“I love you.” He informed her with a gentle whisper. “Always have, always will.”

It wasn’t an unusual statement, definitely not for the pair of them, but it was something she needed to hear, because she was so fearful her secret keeping had destroyed everything about them.

Chi opened her eyes, wanting to answer, but the pain was back, catching her off guard, “Liam.” She groaned out, but his hand was instantly in her own letting her squeeze all she needed to, as he coached her breaths from her with ease now.

“You’ve got this. You’re stronger than anyone else I know.” He encouraged her softly. Brought her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles lightly.

“I don’t-” She started in a pained groan, but he only shook his head.

“I believe in you. For now, focus on breathing, Chi.”

He coached her again and she followed his lead shakily with tears falling from her eyes that he quickly wiped away for her. It ebbed away again, and her body eased back into the seat, breathless.

“Do you want some more water?” He offered now he noticed she was at a little more ease again, but she shook her head gently toward him.

At a loss for what to do, he went back to softly moving hair out of her face, hoping it was soothing for her more than anything else. His eyes travelled to where one of her hands rested on her stomach, it was a bit more rounded than when they first were together, but definitely in no way the size he remembered Elsa, Samantha, or Amber being when they were pregnant… He still couldn’t wrap his brain around it at all.

“Liam-” Chi sighed slightly, pulling his blues to her browns. Then she avoided his gaze again, “I’m so sorry.”

“China.” Liam softly breathed out, “We can talk about it later.”

She shook her head, tears in her eyes now. “I know there’s nothing to take it back.” China swallowed hard, her mouth dry again, “But I was scared.”

He softly wiped her tears away as they fell, “I understand.”

“And… you know… I didn’t… I don’t look…” She began deeply breathing again and her hand tightened around his.

“Breathe.” Liam reminded her again, watched her face scrunch up and her whole body tense.

“I…” She tried again, “I love you.” She informed him. Felt soft lips pressing against her forehead in a comforting way so she settled and tried not to explain herself any further.

“I love you too. So much. More than you can even imagine.” Liam informed her, wiping tears away and letting her hand crush the life out of his.

“Liam.” Chi said on one of her breaths out.

“Hmm?” He looked her over, ready to reassure her everything would be okay again if he needed to. There was a different look in her eyes - shock. “What?”

China’s eyebrows pulled together, “I think… I can feel it…”

He paled again. His stomach rolled but now wasn’t the time for that. “You need to push?”

When his fiancé nodded her head, he let his lips find her hand and kiss it one more time.

“Then I guess we’re going to follow your instincts.” Liam softly spoke to her, and he began to move. Not really feeling confident, but he knew he had no choice in the matter. It was definitely not what he pictured himself doing a few hours ago when his flight landed in Atlanta to visit his fiancé, and he honestly didn’t know if he would ever forget the image he was about to see.

He stilled himself for a second before pulling up the edges of the shirt he had draped over her lap. Thankful the back windows were tinted so no one else could see what he was seeing right then and there. But she was right. He could see the beginnings of something there, and for a split moment he was gobsmacked.

“You do what feels natural.” He reassured her with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. He felt sick, honestly, but he was pushing past that feeling.

He kept his eyes on her expression, because looking down there was definitely something he didn’t want ruined forever. A hand resting on her leg in a comforting way, was all he could muster. But, when he saw her expression change and her whole body tense, her instinct making her sit up so she could push better, he knew he had no choice.

He glanced down and tried to still himself from seeing the sight of what he assumed must have been a head beginning to emerge.

“I can see it. Keep going, you’re doing great.” He encouraged softly, hands on her knees. His gaze kept shifting between her and where he could see the beginnings of hair on a head. “You’ve got this.” He informed her, found himself smiling reassuringly at her as she grunted and bore down as much as she could.

When the minute and a half was up, she slumped back against the duffel, and he let the pads of his fingers smooth over her legs soft skin. “Good job.” He spoke softly, but they hadn’t made much progress at all. Liam knew he may not be familiar with birth, but for definite, there was a hell of a lot more baby waiting to emerge.

“Make sure to catch your breath, okay?” He informed her, watching her breathless form as she tried to take a moment of rest. Liam made sure to grab the bottle of water, uncap it, and gently press the bottle to her lips to let her take a small sip, which she did gratefully.

It was barely a minute of rest before she groaned again, and like before, sat up, holding onto her knees for some purchase to try and push once more.

Liam quickly capped the water and discarded it near his feet, letting her hands find his instead, using his strength to hold her up as her eyes tightly closed, face creased up in deep pain.

She gave a bit of a loud grunt this time and tried to sink her teeth into her lower lip to stop any cries of pain that wanted to leave.

“Good job.” Liam grinned at her, and tried to ignore the crushing grip her slender fingers had on his hands to let his thumbs softly run over her knuckles. He watched her efforts, though they fell short somewhat of last time, probably with her increasing exhaustion. He remembered something he had seen in a movie once, hoped it would work as he watched her slump back once more against the duffel.

“Next time I’m going to count, okay? Just to ten. Push for the ten, then relax, alright?” Liam asked in his thick accent, watched her look at him through eyelashes matted together with tears. He was relieved when she nodded her head.

Taking a moment to appreciate her, he brought her hand to his lips in a tender, comforting kiss. Then took a small glance down to her parted knees under the plaid shirt. There was more of a head now, but it still wasn’t as fast as he thought it may have been. Tearing his blues back up to her, he gave her a warm smile, not sure if either he just didn’t know enough, or if something was wrong. He prayed for the first time today it was the first choice.

“We’re getting there.” He chuckled, hoped the sound of his laughter may soothe her fear filled look somewhat.

She tensed up again, but with less energy than before, so his hands coaxed her to sit forward as he began a slow count for her, “One… two… three…” Liam kept his eyes on her, watching the look of agony on her face and the way her whole body was tight with force; she was giving it her all. “…Seven…” This time her eyes opened to glare at him, and he took the hint, “Eight, nine, ten.”

There was a relieved gasp that left her chest as she laid back down against the duffel. “Count faster next time.” China managed to gruff out as a tear slipped down her cheek.

Instead of huffing back at her, he laughed gently once more. “I will, I promise.” He let one of his hands release from her own to wipe the tear away. “More water?” Liam questioned, but she only shook her head.

There wasn’t much of a respite this time, and he barely had the chance to look down and see how he was progressing - something he was almost thankful for - figured that the closer and faster things were, the better, so he let her take his hand once again, and assisted her in sitting forward and bearing down.

“One… two…” He started.

Chi opened her scrunched eyes to glare at him, but he didn’t speed up the count down this time.

“Keep breathing remember.” He paused for a second to remind her, then added, “four… five.. six…”

China released her lower lip from her teeth’s grip, there was an indentation of her teeth on her skin from how hard she had been biting down.

Liam looked at China as he counted, “seven… eight…” He finally stilled his rolling stomach to look down again, and saw that things were progressing a little faster than before. There was definitely a head of hair now, and a forehead.

“Nine… ten.” He smiled to her, helped ease her back against the duffel instead of falling ungracefully backwards like she had the tenancy to be doing right now. “I can see it, Chi. Hair… a head… you’re doing great.”

She gave a weakened nod, a glimmer of a tired smile toyed at the edges of her lips, as if relieved he was finally believing her. China didn’t get much of a chance to dwell or rest before she was sitting up once more and pushing again, Liam’s counting resuming.

It was definitely the most painful thing she had ever experienced in her life, there was no doubt about it, and soon enough it got to a point where there was no real respite at all. Everything burning and feeling as if it was on fire.

Something primal kicked into her instincts. Encouraged by gentle words from Liam coaxing her with how well she was doing and how close they were getting.

She collapsed back against the duffel a few minutes later.

“Relax.” He told her, looking down now at the fully exposed face of a baby… it wasn’t moving or crying, and he didn’t know if it was meant to. Tried to shake a sinking feeling in him that something wasn’t right.

Recalling the phone call, he glanced back up, “Don’t push. I just need to check for the cord.” He let his eyes meet China’s trying to convey the severity of the moment. China understood, but her eyes still scrunched a moment later. She tried to breathe through the pain instead of following her instincts for the time being.

Liam had no clue what he was checking for, but he wasn’t letting Chi know that. “Keep breathing, you’re doing great.” He informed her as he let a finger slip around the little one’s neck. It felt normal, and he guessed they were in the clear. Smiled toward China as he looked back up. “Okay, I think we’re good. There’s nothing there.” He reassured her, wiping his hand off on the shirt over her lap, ridding it of any bloody or wet mess that was around the baby.

Softly he pushed hair out of her face. “We’re almost there. Just a little more to go.” Liam whispered, everything else completely tuned out now. He barely heard car horns, or yelling, or angry phone calls, or people complaining in their cars around them frustrated that they were still stuck here in spite of the sun now beginning to rise. Instead letting himself fall in sync with her and her needs.

“You’re doing so amazingly.” He encouraged as he took her hand again, his lips brushing gently against her knuckles.

“I’m so tired.” She muttered out weakly.

Liam shook his head, his free hand moving to cup her cheek, waited for her eyes to lock onto his before he spoke, “I know, I’ll bet you are, but we aren’t giving up now, okay? You’ve come too far to give up.” There was a soft smile toward her, but his eyes were filled with worry of something being seriously wrong. His smile fell all together when he watched her eyes squeeze shut and her teeth sink into her lip again.

“No, come on, you’ve got to push again.” Liam coaxed her, letting his hand find her other one, and pulled her back up to her sitting position, “One… two…”

She let out something mixed between a cry of pain and a guttural groan, almost drowning out the sounds of Liam’s counting, hoped it would help her focus on something other than how long ten seconds seemed to last. She was sure Liam was making it take around thirty seconds, not ten.

Liam let his thumb smooth over her knuckles as he kept his eyes down now, toward their baby, watching the form shift positions entirely, turning as if her body knew just what it had to do to make this as easy as possible.

Things moved in a fluid motion from there.

He reached ten, expected her to fall back and take another respite, but there was a small sense of determination in her resolve now. A bit more of a cry of pain left her lips, but it became mixed with the movement of his hands very quickly letting go of China’s to catch the slippery form of the baby as it slid free from her body, still attached but definitely out in the world now.

There was a quick moment where he worried because it didn’t do anything.

China slumped back her knees falling slack from their previous position, as he reached to grab the jumper he had gotten out before from the foot well of the car, and moved to wrap the baby in it as fast as he could.

Surprisingly, as he rubbed a hand over the small form, hoping to maybe force some life into it, the small face of their baby scrunched up, and the car was filled instead with the soft cries that brought joy to both of their ears.

“There you are.” He laughed gently, holding the little one securely as he tried to warm them up more. Noted that the cord was still attached, but had nothing to tie it off with and cut it. “Okay, okay. I’m right here.” He cooed softly, a finger tracing over the cheek of their baby… his baby.

In his sudden surprise, he’d almost forgotten to check. Moved the jumper back somewhat and grinned at what he saw before tightly bundling the little one up again. “A girl. We’ve got a daughter.” Liam said now, toward China with a loved up grin on his face.

All thoughts of the images he had just witnessed completely left his brain. He was relieved when he found his blues finding her browns, almost forgetting to check China over and make sure she was okay, but she was conscious, and tears were falling down her cheeks quickly now.

“She’s perfect.” Liam informed China before he shifted ever so slightly to pass the little one over to China’s shaky and tired arms, helped her support the baby as best he could. “Look what we made.” He couldn’t stop smiling as he looked down at the small baby girl in his fiancé’s arms, stealing a soft kiss of China’s lips for the first time that day.

One hand ghosted over the thick tufts of dark hair atop the baby’s head, while his other wiped away China’s falling tears.

“You did such a great job, mama.” He informed China in a slight whisper, watched her smile down toward the little one and felt his heart swell at the image of his girls… The two of them.

“She’s,” China sniffled gently, her hand softly moving across the cheek of her daughter, “beautiful.” Tears were still thick in her eyes, but they were of happiness and relief, so Liam just wiped them away as they fell again.

“She is.” Liam agreed as he let his lips find China’s forehead.

They sat in quiet bliss for a short bit of time, China watching the baby until her eyes grew heavy with exhaustion. Liam watching the two of them with his heart full of pride. When he noticed China slipping into sleep, he moved to look at the traffic with a soft sigh, then turned back to her, tucking hair behind her ear.

“You okay with her for two minutes? I’m going to see if I can borrow someone’s phone.” He let her know.

Her lazy eyes opened, Chi shifted ever so gently so as not to jostle the little one, but gave him a nod. “Yeah, we’re good.” She gave him a soft smile, and pecked his lips gently when he lent over her and stole a kiss.

She must have dozed off, because one moment she saw Liam leave the back of the car, giving her a final smile, then closed the door, and the next she knew the door was being opened again to reveal Liam standing there on the phone, lit up by the reddened morning sky, and an older white-haired lady was moving into the vehicle as she smiled at her.

“Hi, love.” The older lady said as she noticed her eyes fluttering open, “I’m Pam, your fiancé’s on the phone to the emergency services now, but I used to be a doctor, I offered to check you and the little one over. Is that okay?”

China paused, but her eyes met Liam’s who gave her a smile despite the fact he was frantically talking down a phone that wasn’t his. With his comforting gaze telling her everything would be okay, she nodded her head.

“Rest up a little, you’ve definitely had a long night.” Pam smiled to her, and then reached over and took the baby from her arms.

Instantly the little girl was startled to be away from her mother’s warmth, and began letting out shrill cries as the jumper was unwrapped from around her body.

China shifted, ready to comfort her daughter; instincts kicking in almost immediately, but Pam let out a small chuckle.

“She’s definitely got a good set of lungs on her.” Pam confirmed, as she checked the baby over, then looked to the cord which was still attached. She dug into a small bag that China hadn’t realised she had with her, took out some scissors. It looked to be a craft bag for sewing and knitting. “Okay, dumpling, you’re going to be okay.” Pam cooed, and China appreciated the softness in her tone.

Brown eyes gazed past her to look at Liam, who was now looking over at their daughter with worry too, mostly because of the cries. She gave him a soft smile, which he returned, then walked to the car, phone still pressed to his ear.

“Everything okay?” He asked, and Pam took the moment to reply to him, still with a thick hint of laughter in her tone that China guessed was ever permanent.

“She seems to be perfectly fine.” She informed him as she reached to find a bit of thick string from in her craft bag. She tied off one part of the cord and then another, before she offered him the scissors.

Liam didn’t really think much about it, he’d been there to help deliver his daughter after all, nothing could be worse and better than that right now. Letting the phone press to his ear using his shoulder, he gave a careful cut with the scissors until the little one was finally free.

“There you are.” Pam smiled toward the baby, patting her a little roughly on the back, making sure all of her airways were clear, before bundling her back in the jumper and passing her toward Liam. “I’m going to check your fiancé over now,” Pam informed him, “Keep seeing where the services are.”

Liam nodded and gave China another smile before he turned, tucking the baby close to his warmth, aware that she was wrapped up in a damp, dirty jumper and it wouldn’t protect her much from the cold. He kissed the baby’s forehead softly as he bounced her, something he’d done with all his nephews and nieces when they were fussing. Watched as Pam closed the door on the car to give Chi her privacy and decided not to interfere.

“We’re clearing a path slowly, now the sun is up it’s less dangerous closing off certain roads to get things moving again. We should be there soon.” A man said down the phone to Liam as he focused his eyes on his daughter.

“Thank you.” He answered in an absent minded way, his attention completely taken by his baby girl.

Eventually Pam opened the car door and stepped out of the vehicle with a smile. Crossing over to him with a congratulatory pat to his shoulder, “Both are doing well.” She informed him, guiding him back to the car where she’d helped China clean up and get more comfortable again, propped up against the car door now.

“I’ll keep talking to the ambulance, you should sit with them both, try and keep them warm.” She informed him, and Liam let her take the phone before he slipped onto the passenger seat beside China, letting her feet gently rest in his lap.

“You did wonderfully.” He informed China, looking to her with a grin as he closed the car door to preserve the car’s warmth inside of the vehicle’s body.

“She’s-” China asked.

Liam smiled and passed the baby over to her, “She’s wonderful, and definitely doing good.” He informed Chi with a small laugh because of all the things he thought he would be doing today; becoming a dad hadn’t been anywhere near the list.

China looked down at her daughter’s peaceful face and held her close. Slipped a tiny hand from beneath the jumper to look over tiny fingers and hands, and her heart melted there, because as much as she had been terrified and worried she wasn’t ready for this… she knew instantly that she was. This was their baby that they had made, and she was beautiful. Her dark blue eyes China swore would turn to brown over time, thick dark hair atop her head, tan skin, perfect little ears, nose, mouth, and ten beautiful fingers and toes…

Yes, everything was right where it needed to be.

“Liam-” She started, glanced up and despite the in-love smile on her face, he could see the apology dulling that sparkle in her eyes.

Liam shook his head, letting his hand rest over her own, the one that was holding the small fist of their daughter, and he knew it didn’t matter. “China, it’s done, okay? No apologising. She’s here, safe and sound, you’re doing good, I’m not dwelling on the past nine months.” He informed her, moved to tuck hair away from her eyes, “Our new life begins now. As parents.”

There was a moment where they just looked at each other. China still wanting to explain and apologise, but Liam trying to reassure her that it didn’t matter now. After a moment, a small wriggle from the bundle in China’s arms pulled both of their eyes, and made them smile completely once again.

“I guess our first job is to name her.” China started, chewing her lip. She knew there were a million other jobs still to be done: like the fact the girl had nothing at all. Nowhere to sleep, no clothes to sleep in, and nothing else that would be a necessity, but she also knew they couldn’t fix that until the traffic finally gave way,

“You’re right.” He agreed as he sat there looking his daughter over. He tried to think of some names, but nothing seemed to fit, or was perfect enough for the sweet little bundle they had, “Have you had any thought on it?” He asked, wondering if maybe at some point she had maybe taken a day to think of a name during the last nine months, but China’s head shook, and he couldn’t help but give her a small laugh. What a pair they really were.

“I didn’t really… think on it much.” China admitted, making him feel a little guilty for not noticing something was off sooner; maybe they would have been better prepared if he had noticed.

Liam gave a small squeeze to her knee comfortingly, “It’s okay. You know, Liam’s a very interesting name for a girl.” He teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

When he saw her glance up, a glare in her eyes but a smile on her lips, he knew it had worked. “We’re not naming our daughter Liam, Liam.” She let her hand nudge his shoulder playfully.

“You’re right…” He caved, but there was still a smirk of amusement toying at his lips, “China, then, that’s definitely a beautiful name.”

It earned him another weak whack to his arm, making him chuckle, “We’re not naming her after either of us, Liam.” She found her eyes rolling as she spoke softly so as to not startle the baby who was soundly resting now.

“Then you suggest some.” He pulled a slight tongue at her teasingly. Watched her eyebrow quirk a little as she looked the baby over.

“Something classic… regal… biblical?” China suggested, as she tried to think of the type of names she’d like. She looked up to see him frown at the ‘biblical’ part and laughed slightly at his face. “Okay, maybe not biblical. But something royal, maybe. Fitting for us.” She laughed gently realising their pets were all dubbed royally, so why not their daughter, too?

“Elizabeth?” Liam suggested, jumping straight for the Queen’s name, which made her laugh a little.

“It’s not bad, but I don’t know if it suits her?” She said, then added, “Alice, maybe?”

Liam now looked their daughter over, before he shook his head, “As much as Amber would love that, she doesn’t strike me as an Alice… Victoria?”

China toyed her lip between her teeth, “S’cute… But I’m not sure…” She huffed a small sigh, glancing back up toward him, “What about Charlotte?” Chi asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Liam looked his daughter over, then toward China, and back again, “Charlotte, hmm?” He asked, toying it around in his mouth for a moment. At least it also gave way for a plethora of nicknames, too, which he didn’t mind either. “Charlotte Hemsworth?” He said, testing it more, but the more he said it, the more he began to fall for it.

“Charlotte Victoria Hemsworth?” China offered, with another hopeful look.

That brought out a smile in him, which caught up to her own face entirely. “It is definitely regal, and classic.” He nodded and agreed, looking to the baby girl in his fiancé’s arms. “I think it suits her.”

China’s own smile was big and wide as she sat there, looking at the baby, her fingers toying across a tan cheek, tenderly.

“Charlotte Victoria.” Liam repeated again, then lent over to capture China’s lips with his own. “Our little girl.” He whispered against her lips, pad of his thumb wiping tears off of China’s cheek.

[fluffyllamas-23]

Yeah, so this turned into a monster of a fic, I think XD oops.  I got a bit carried away torturing Shiro.  This was pretty much based off of this wonderful picture @kotyonoksnz drew of Shiro omg.  Also, huge thanks to @iluvthesnz for letting me bounce ideas off of her

Shiro had been blessed with the gift of patience.

Nobody was sure where he got it from.  Hiis parents certainly didn’t have any - they were prone to fits of rage and anger. Shiro didn’t want to be like them, so maybe that’s the reason why he was so calm all the time: He didn’t want to be like them.

His patience is what made him such a great teacher.  Lance, his team teacher, wasn’t quite sure just how the hell he could stay so calm, especially when his kids were acting out.  

Except, that was the thing. The kids really didn’t act out too often. Obviously, they had their moments (they were only five and six years old), but Shiro had such a way of turning their behavior around.  He was so good at working around their meltdowns that by mid-year it was rare for them to have any.

He also had such a commanding presence, that his classroom control was one to envy.  

This last week, however, had been insane. It was packed with parent-teacher conferences, which resulted in a full five days of school getting out early and fucking with their schedule.  The kids thrived on their schedule, though.  They knew exactly what was expected of them, and what they were going to do for the day.  Shiro had worked with them pretty intensively the first month and a half of school, and this was just screwing with all the progress he had made.  

To top it all off, he had been feeling like he was coming down for something for the last couple of days.  It wasn’t surprising - he was a kindergarten teacher, after all.  The first two years he taught, he came down with every single bug that went around.  As shitty as it was in the moment, it had built up his immune system so well that he hadn’t been sick in six years.  

But, all good things must come to an end.

Shiro woke up at the start of the week, the cold he had been trying to sleep off all weekend rearing its ugly head.

The first thing he noticed, was just how heavy his head felt - it was throbbing, yes, but his head felt like it weighed a couple hundred pounds. His eyes felt swollen and were burning with what felt like lack of sleep, even though he had gotten a full night’s rest, and had spent most of his weekend in bed, napping.

Shiro’s attention was torn from his aching head, and directed to his aching throat.  

And did it ache. It felt raw and swollen and thick, and each swallow felt as if someone had shoved razors down his throat.

Aside from the head and throat, and everything that went with it (read: congestion), his symptoms were manageable.  

Yes, his head hurt.

Yes, his throat hurt.

Yes, he was congested.

Yes, he felt like shit and just wanted to go back to sleep, but all he needed was some DayQuil  and he’d be good to go.  

Unfortunately, he knew Lance would pick up on it quickly - he had told Lance that he was spending all weekend working on lesson plans, knowing that the cover would work and nobody would disturb him. Shiro had been positive that the two days of rest would do the trick, but he had been wrong.    

Shiro sniffled, pinching the bridge of his nose, stifling a sneeze. He sniffled, groaning against the throbbing congestion in his sinuses.

“Hey!” Lance grinned when Shiro walked into the kitchen, “damn, I can’t believe you spent all weekend working on lesson plans.”

Shiro rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah, well I thought I’d get ahead, you know?”

Lance narrowed his eyes at the sound of Shiro’s voice, “you’re sounding pretty rough.  You alright?”

No.  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sick? You sound like you are.”

“I’m okay, my allergies are just acting up.  I left my window open last night,” He lied. His sinuses prickled, and he turned away from Lance, “Hh’itschGNX!”

“Bless you.  You should take some antihistamines, then,” he suggested.

“Yeah, g-good idea,” Shiro sniffled, stifling a trio of very congested sounding sneezes.  Lance eyed him warily, but seemed to accept his excuse for now.

*

“Dude, you snapped at a kid,” Lance said, leaning against the frame of the door that connected his and Shiro’s class. “I’ve never heard you raise your voice at anyone. You alright?”

He hadn’t meant to snap Alfie, but the five year old had been acting out so much this past week, and Shiro was over it. He could have probably responded better, but he was fairly positive that he was running a fever, and felt too achy and heavy and fuzzy to have done so. Luckily, Alfie didn’t seem to care, and had forgotten about the exchange a split second later.  

Lance frowned, waving a hand in front of Shiro’s face, “dude.”

Shiro sighed, “sorry. I just...I’m t-tired...Hh’itschGNX! *snff*”

Lance raised a brow, “bless you.”

Shiro just rubbed at his nose.

It was Friday afternoon, ten minutes after school was out for the day. After a long week of conferences with parents who were either: angry, overbearing, concerned or upset, he was done.  He had been feeling steadily worse over the course of the last five days, and he was exhausted from how wild the kids had been.  

He still had twenty minutes to kill before his last five conferences, and he was more than ready to go home and sleep.  His aching muscles were screaming at him to do so.

Lance frowned,  “you look like shit.  You sound like it, too, and you're not very good at stifling your sneezes.”

“I’m fine, Lance,” Shiro growled.  

Lance held his hands up in surrender,  “yeah.  Okay.  Whatever you say. So, do you want me to drive you home? I know you like to walk to and from work, but you’ve gotta be exhausted.  I’m exhausted, and I’m not even…”

Lance trailed off when Shiro glared at him, “I’m not sick.”

He pursed his lips, “well, do you want a ride or not?”

“I don’t need a ride.”

Lance started gesturing wildly, “you do if you’re...um...tired.”

Shiro shot him a flat look,  “I’m f-fine...Hh’itschGNX!”

Lance raised his brows, “really?”

Shiro paused for a second, his knuckles still beneath his nose.  He let out a liquid sniffle, and then straightened up and pushed his hair out of his face. “Okay, bad example, but really.  I’m okay. Allergies, remember?”

Lance rolled his eyes, “I believed you until you started with that awful, hacking cough.  But whatever.”

*

By the end of the conferences, he was feeling worse for wear, and all he wanted to do was go to bed. He was regretting not taking Lance up on his offer for a ride, but there was nothing he could do now. Lance had left ten minutes ago, and Shiro wasn't about to call him for a ride when he had been so adamant that he was fine.

So, Shiro decided to just get the walk over with. He was struggling, though. His entire body felt so heavy and weak, it was an effort just to put one foot in front of the other. He was sure that was the fever, because along with the achiness and heaviness, he was also just downright exhausted and cold. It was a bone-deep chill, and he felt so absolutely miserable that he knew this was much worse than he had originally thought.

Still, he refused to admit to Lance that he was sick.

Except, Lance wasn't an idiot. Shiro thought he was hiding it well, but it was so painfully obvious that he had been fighting something nasty all week.

Lance also didn't have a death wish, and even though he just wanted Shiro to admit it, he was already in a testy mood. Lance was fairly certain that Shiro could throw him if he wanted to, and it was best not to tempt fate.

Not surprisingly, when Shiro walked through the door thirty minutes after Lance arrived home, he looked miserable.

“Why the hell are you soaked?” Lance demanded, walking into the entryway.

Shiro sniffled, teeth chattering as he trembled. “I-it’s r-hhh...ehhh…hehh-k'tshIEW! Hehh'kSHEW! Hehh…hehh'kshHEWW! *snff* *snfff* raindindg.”

The force of the fit was enough to send him stumbling to the side, slamming his shoulder into the wall.

“Dammit, Shiro,” Lance hissed.  “Go take a shower, you’re soaked.”

Shiro trudged up the stairs, shivering miserably as he coughed into his fist.

Lance just shook his head and walked into the kitchen.

“Was that Shiro?” Keith frowned, looking up from his bowl of cereal.

“Yeah,” Lance rolled his eyes, “why are you eating cereal at three in the afternoon?”

Keith shoved the end of his spoon in Lance’s direction, “don't judge me, man. I'm an adult. I can eat cereal whenever I want.”

Lance just chuckled, “true.”

Keith raised his brows at Lance, “at least I don't eat cake for breakfast.”

“That was one time!” Lance cried defensively. “It was going to go stale and nobody else wanted it. I couldn't let it go to waste.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what's wrong with Shiro? Is he sick?”

“Yes, and the big idiot won't admit it. He's been sick all week, and he went and got himself caught in the rain.”

“Shiro never gets sick.”

“Yeah, I know.”

*

Shiro spent thirty minutes in the shower, the water as hot as it could go. When the water turned from steaming to freezing, Shiro forced himself out of the shower. He was still shivering, and it was hard for him to get dressed because of how hard his hands were trembling.

He dressed himself in a black long sleeved shirt, and then threw on his grey and black sweatshirt. He pulled his hood up, and pulled on a pair of grey sweats. He wanted to lie down in his bed, but he really wasn't feeling well, and he didn't want to be alone.

So, even though it took him twice the amount of time it usually did to get downstairs, he made it, sniffling miserably. The steam had helped a little bit with the congestion, but he was so stuffed up, it almost didn't matter. There was an incessant itch that had settled itself in the back of his sinuses, and he found his breath hitching to no avail.

The sneeze just wouldn't come out.

“Why aren't you in bed?” Lance asked when Shiro came into view.

“Hhh...I d-didn't w-heh...w-wandt...t-to be a-alonde...heh...hhh…” He sniffled, rubbing fruitlessly at his nose.

Lance frowned, “you're really feeling shitty, aren't you?”

Shiro just frowned, his eyes going to the floor as he bit his lip. He crossed his arms and then started tracing invisible patterns with his foot, making him seem much younger than thirty.

And that's when Lance and Keith knew it was bad.

“Hey, you want to watch a movie?” Keith suggested gently. Shiro’s head snapped up, and he looked at Keith and Lance blearily.  

“Y-yeah...hhh…*snffff*” His eyelids fluttered shut, and he let out a single “hehh-k’tshIEW!” uncovered towards the floor.

“Bless you. Why don't you go sit on the couch? We’ll be there in a second.” Lance said.

When they walked into the living room, Shiro was sprawled out on the couch, his arm hanging over the edge as he sniffled pitifully.

Once he saw Lance and Keith, he sat up and slouched back into the cushions. Lance sat directly next to him, and Keith sat next to the arm of the couch. Shiro slumped into Lance’s side, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder.

Keith grabbed Shiro a blanket and draped it over the trembling man.

“Th-thanks.” Shiro shivered. “Hhh...nnngh.”

“Okay, what should we watch?” Lance asked. Shiro, who was too achy to even be sitting up, laid down with his head in Lance’s lap.  Lance patted his head.

“I dond’t care.” Shiro rasped. Lance felt him stiffen, and when he looked down, Shiro had his hands clamped around his nose and mouth. “Hha'kshhh!”

“Bless you.”

“Hhh...s-sorry-Hhi'Kktsch! *snff*!”

“Why are you-”

“-Hhih'nngt! *snff* c-cand I h-have a t-hhh...Hhh'itschgnx! *snff* tissue?”

“Yeah, here-”

“-Hh'ngXh! H'nngtsh! *snff*”

Lance sat him up, and Shiro grabbed a tissue, blowing his nose in it before shoving that one, and multiple other tissues into the front pocket of his hoodie.

He laid back down, coughing as he curled into himself.

“Alright, what movie?” Keith asked.

*

“Man, look at her ass.” Lance smirked, watching the screen as Black Widow took off running. “I bet she’d be great in bed.”

“Are you fuckindg kiddindg mbe?” Shiro spat, pushing himself into a sitting position so that he could glare at Lance. Suddenly, all the frustration that he had been feeling this past week bubbled to the surface.

Lance’s eyes widened. “Shiro, I-”

“Ndo! You always fuckindg do this! What the fuck? Why the hell do you always feel the fuckindg ndeed to mbake those commbendts?”

“I just-”

“Ndo, you're and asshole.” Shiro spat, standing up so quickly his vision blurred, and he felt himself swaying.

Lance hopped up from his spot on the couch and went to steady him. “You need to sit down-”

Shiro wretched away from Lance. “Dond’t fuckindg touch mbe. I'mb goindg to bed.”

Lance was stunned into silence, watching as Shiro stormed up to bed. Lance looked at Keith, who looked equally as shocked, and he collapsed back onto the couch.

“What the hell was that?!” Keith cried.

“I don't...have you ever been yelled at by Shiro?”

“Uh, no, and I would like to keep it that way. That was terrifying. You should have seen your face though. You looked like you were going to shit yourself.” Keith laughed.

“Shut up, he could throw me.”

“Like a football? Could we make a new sport? I'd watch it.”

Shiro slammed his door shut, and then collapsed onto his bed, coughing harshly into his covers.

He was too exhausted to stay mad, and the moment that the anger dissipated, he realized what just happened.

Shiro’s eyes filled with tears - this was exactly what he didn't want. He had tried so hard to avoid turning into his parents. Lance made those comments a lot, they were stupid, but he didn't actually mean them.

And Shiro just yelled at him over it.

He had to apologize.

He didn't mean...he didn't mean to yell, he didn't mean to call him names, he didn't mean to.

Shiro stumbled out of his room, the world was spinning around him, but he didn't care.

He needed to apologize.

“Shiro, what the hell? Are you okay?”

“Shit, he looks like he's going to pass out.”

He wasn't sure which one of them were speaking, everything sounded garbled, and everything was blurring together.

“Landce.” Shiro croaked, grabbing onto the nearest person.

“Shiro, you need to be lying down.” A voice said urgently.

“Landce.” He croaked.

“Yeah, it's me. Hey, come on. Let's go to the couch.”

“Ndo.” Shiro whimpered, clutching onto Lance. “I'mb sorry...I’mb so sorry.”

And then he was crying.

Lance managed to get Shiro to the couch and instructed Keith to go get the thermometer, a cool washcloth and fever reducers.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me.” Lance said softly, putting a hand on Shiro’s forehead.

Shit, he was boiling. Shiro looked at Lance, but it was as if he was staring straight through him.

“I’mb sorry.” Shiro sobbed, clutching Lance’s shirt. “I didnd’t wandt to be like themb-hehh-k'tshIEW! Hehh'kSHEW! Hehh…hehh'kshHEWW! *snff* I’mb sorry...hehh...i’mb so sorry, Landce.”

Even his sneezes sounded weak and worn out.

And then he was coughing. It probably didn't help that he was hysterical and couldn't get his breathing under control.

“Shiro, you need to calm down.” Lance soothed. “You're wheezing, you need to breathe. It's okay, you're okay. You're not turning into them. Who are you talking about, by the way?” Lance asked, but then shook his head. Shiro was still sobbing and whimpering apologies to him, and there was no way in hell Lance was getting a straight answer out of him. “Well, never mind, you're pretty out of it. But dude, if you're apologizing for yelling at me, it's fine. I'm not mad. You have a really high fever. We need to get it down.”

“Here.” Keith said, practically throwing everything at Lance.

Lance shoved the thermometer in Shiro’s mouth, and then put the cool cloth over his forehead.

The thermometer beeped in at 104.2.

“What the fuck?” Lance hissed. “Shiro, I need you to take these.”

Shiro was mumbling incoherently now, staring straight up at the ceiling, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

Lance pulled Shiro into a sitting position and put the fever reducers in his mouth. Shiro, miraculously, swallowed them without choking, and lance eased him back down into the pillows.

“Do we take him to the emergency room?” Keith asked anxiously.

“In an hour if it doesn't go down.”

*

When Shiro regained consciousness, he looked around tiredly.

When had he gotten to the couch?

He inhaled sharply, which immediately sent him into a grating coughing fit.

“Lance!” He croaked weakly.

“You're awake!” Lance said happily, putting the thermometer in his mouth. “How do you feel?”

“I'm-”

“-don't talk until the thermometer is finished.”

Shiro sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain in his head.

“One hundred and two. Much better.” Lance sighed, relief coloring his voice.

Shiro grabbed a tissue from his sweatshirt pocket, and buried his nose and mouth in it.

“Hh'ngXh! H'nngtsh! *snff* Lance, I'm so sorry.” He croaked, his voice rough with congestion.

“Not this again. Shiro, it's okay. You don't have to keep apologizing.”

Shiro blinked. “What?”

“Shit, you don't remember, do you?”

He shook his head. “What happened? Everything is really...hazy.”

“You came down here, looking like you were about to fuckin’ pass out or something and you kept sobbing that you were sorry and didn't mean to turn out like them, or something. You wouldn't tell me who ‘them’ was, though.”

Shiro groaned, rubbing his forehead. “My parents. I've told you about them.”

“Oh...yeah…”

“I can't believe I yelled at you.” Shiro groaned. “I am turning into them.”

“No. No, you aren't. Shiro, you had a 104 degree fever. That's the only reason why you snapped. You're good, dude. You're not in danger of turning into them.”

“Promise?”

Lance nodded. “Yes. Now get some sleep.”

[flaminiakennedy]

Happy Halloween (Aoi x Reader)

Little thing I wrote this morning to pass time and to sink deeper into the Halloween feeling xD Enjoy~

It’s finally October and you can take out all the spookiness you held down for the rest of the year.

Even if you always feared horror movies and paranormal issues, they both drag you in a spiral of “want-not want”.

So you start to decorate your home with cobwebs, skeletons, carved pumpkins, fake tombstones.

Anything really, and everything is purely DIY-ed during the prior two months.

But your dearest kitty knows you’re in horror-mood… and he HATES you for it.

Like last time that you dressed up as a typical japanese woman ghost and waited for him to get out of the record room the night of the 30th of October.

That evening, you almost got a guitar in your temple and a long string of curses “WHY THE FUCK YOU HAD TO DO THAT?? YOU DENSE WOMAN!” Aoi shouted all pale and with the back pressed on the other side of the elevator, while you were laughing so much you were crying.

This year you swore on everything you hold dear to not scare him, because he’s busier than the usual and he needs to focus on his work “at least Taka-chan will let me see horror movies with him tonight!” you said to him before he left your home “yeah, but I’m the one that will have to accompany you to the fucking bathroom for the next week because you’re fucking scared of the mirror” he replied to you before leaning in for a kiss.

There was no hate nor anger in his voice, just a little mocking tone that so typical of him, with his crass vocabulary and sarcastic phrases.

You closed your eyes to enjoy the taste of early morning coffee and cigarette, then he rose one hand to caress your face with his oh so soft palm “don’t wait me awake, k? I’ll be late tonight, going out with the guys” he whispers on you mouth with his low, smoky voice.

You can’t do anything but nod, a little smirk on your lips “I’ll wait you asleep then” you chuckle, pecking his lips one last time, before sending him out to his work -not without giving him a quick slap on that sweet ass- and close the entrance door.

There you’re alone again for the rest of the day, so you start what you planned for all September: you put on some music on your laptop, take our a bunch of scribbled notes and you dance your way to the kitchen.

Since you’re not allowed to scare Aoi anymore, you thought about making a themed dinner for you two, then make snacks for the rest of his ‘Gaze-boys’ to eat out while recording.

Yes, snacks will be themed as well!

Rolling up your sleeves you take everything you need from the cupboards and put it on the table to organize yourself: cut fingers cookies, zombie and mummy mini-pizzas, spider truffles, graveyard tiramisu, eye-shaped gyudon and the perfect Bloody Mary for your liquor-lover.

You work hard all the afternoon, singing ‘This is Halloween’ from time to time and finally, when everything’s ready to be re-heated or directly cooked, you check the clock on your phone.

19:54

“Aw fuck I’m late!” you sprint to your bedroom, changing into more suitable clothes -a black big sweater and dark-violet leggings- and grab your cellphone to warn Ruki you’ll be there in ten minutes.

[Yeah it would be nice… since you’re the only one missing! Rei’s already here and eating all the fucking chips]

The reply to your text makes you snort, knowing that finally you’ll be able to let out some creepy steam with those two guys.

Cookies in hands, you run outside closing the door behind you, all happy to be finally able to do that ‘Friday the 13th’ marathon.

~ ~ ~

Walking back home, you giggle for the good evening you had: Ruki was all immersed in the movie and Reita tried to not look scared in front of him and especially in front of you.

But the three of you knew well that both you and Reita were so much frightened that the blond bassist asked the vocalist to let him sleep at his home.

You had to return home to not make your dearest guitarist worry, but you’re ultra-aware of your surroundings.

It’s almost like you’re a masochist: gulping down scary movies like they were water when you can’t even handle thriller ones.

But it’s the fun of October, the scent of Halloween that makes you high on adrenaline and fear.

In the dark and empty street, you clutch to your bag humming a little tune to help you exorcise the dread on your shoulders “it’s just a movie~” you chant under your breath while a cold breeze pass past you.

A couple of turns and you’ll be in the safety of your home, in your bed watching cat videos to console yourself until Aoi was with you again.

Suddenly, after you make a turn into the road near your home, you feel a chill prickle at the back of your head and a shadow walks out from a dark, almost hidden alley.

It must be someone returning home like you’re doing… there’s no way it could be dangerous…! It’s just a blue-collar… maybe a little drunk…?

That shadow walks slowly, wearing a lengthy coat with a big hood on his head and there you saw something that made your heart stop: the street lights shone on the flat side of a big, long knife.

The guy has a fucking machete with him…!

You never yanked your eyes from him and started to walk faster along the sidewalk, as testing if he saw you, if he’s…!

He’s following… he’s following you!

Cursing in you head, you fumble with your home keys, trying to have them ready for when you’ll reach the entrance door, but as you quicken more and more your steps, you hear the stranger do the same.

Being mugged and killed on the road wasn’t in your Halloween bucket list, for sure!

Suddenly you break into a run, hoping, praying that you’ll be faster than him, but as much as you would like, the unknown person is chasing you, his footsteps harsh and echoing in the empty streets.

Oh God, oh God let me reach home…!

This is what you’re thinking while you’re turning around the block, heavy breathing and tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

You hear a swish near you shoulders and you duck forward, dodging a lethal hit from that machete, feeling a hand trying to grab you by the back of your coat, scratching it with big fingers.

Then, like heaven on earth, you see your house’s door, lit up from above by the street lights and the comforting thoughts of salvation inside those walls.

Desperate to escape, you try to jab at the stranger literally behind you, but his gloved hand grab your wrist with such force you groan in pain.

Then, he yanked you back and twisted your body towards him, making you clash against his chest and something suddenly pokes your belly.

It’s a hard poke, but you expected to feel a sharp pain from it since you know what’s that: the machete had his hilt pressed against you, but you can’t feel your guts explode in burning agony, nor you feel the blood come out the wound.

You feel… fine… just a little pressure on the skin and the cold sensation of the hilt against you.

Shocked, you think is the adrenaline that blocks your brain to feel the anguish of the stab, but then the stranger leans towards your ear and his hot, raspy breath fell on your skin.

“Boo…”

You know that voice, you know it TOO well…! “IT WAS YOU??” you shout to him, using your free wrist to try and slap Aoi’s face, but he dodges and starts to laugh “AHAHahaha gotcha darlin~” he snorts lowering the hood from his head.

You watch the weapon in his hand and only know you see that’s only a prop, one of those almost realistic knives that had a retractile blade “you… almost killed me!!” you shout again, now hitting his chest and shoulder with a couple of punches.

He recoils, always laughing, before fanning his crying face with the machete “eye for an eye~. This is my revenge for last year” Aoi is now talking with a more soothing voice.

You broke into a soft cry.

Crying and laughing, releasing the steam from the previous shock “awww c’mon… I was this scary? I thought you would kick my balls to free yourself, sincerely” his arms wraps around you, cooing you gently, still snickering from time to time “not… after a Friday the 13th’s marathon, you asshole” I weep giggling.

His face blanches “oh… fuck. Sorry love” Aoi’s now sincere and strokes your head, brushing your hair between his widened fingers “I didn’t know… Ru didn’t say anything”.

The fear starts to melt away, in his warm embrace and when you feel a little better, you take few steps away from him “well, since you’re so funny… no gyudon for you!” you threaten Aoi, seeing his face fall “awww noooo c’mon! I got hungry after chasing you!” he tries to retort.

“And no truffles…! I don’t care!” you add.

Aoi sighs and start to walk you home, blocking you against the door “you’re so unfair… last year you almost gave me a heart attack…” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands, forcing you to look inside his dark and shiny irises “but I didn’t punish you after…”.

He was smiling, a soft and tender smile that always had his way to your heart, no matter what happened between the two of you in the last couple of years “mh-mh~ but that day you almost… killed me again… with your guitar” you stutter a little, his body against yours and his face leaning down painfully slowly “fight or flight mode, darlin~” he chanted.

His lips pressed on yours as soon as he finished that sentence and those lazy movements he made started to disperse all the fear, the dread you felt until now.

Your breath quickens a little and you can’t stop your arms from envelope Aoi’s neck, your hands inside his soft, inky hair.

You kiss him back, feeling the same warm sensation of that same morning, and when he started to lick lightly your bottom lip, your heart tightened in your chest.

It was always the first-kiss feeling with him, no matter how much time you both pass together “o-ok… let’s get home” you stammer on your words right after backing off from his mouth and a little smile curls your lips up “and make me forgive you for this shitty prank, mh?” you spoke under your breath.

Aoi chuckled faintly, putting up his mischievous expression “sure thing darlin~” he responds, enveloping you in arms again, squeezing for a couple of seconds before letting you open the door.

“Ah, love…!” he called you, brushing your hand tenderly.

You turn your head to look up at his face and the bright, loving smile he shot you made your legs tremble “Happy Halloween~” he kissed your temple, ruffling you hair.