#so I was able to bring back and finish the progress I had made~

[void-kissed]

and ONLY if you want to, don't feel pressured if it's too daunting- 1 for camellia?

Ahh, and here it is. Thank you for this, friend. You flustered me into oblivion.

(question source: "F/O Kiss Meme" by self-shipper-snowdrop)

First kiss

The context here is that Telanthera was once caught off-guard by a prospective assassin sent by some other noble that didn't like the way she had risen to nobility without being born into it. Luckily, Camellia was there and was able to put her training into practice to easily dispose of the attacker, even if Tel was knocked to the floor in the process - but in the process, revealed to Telanthera exactly what she is capable of. This is something she had very much been trying to avoid out of fear of rejection, but Telanthera does not think ill of her for it at all, and proves this through the following scene.

"Come here. I promise, that dagger of yours needs not taste blood again tonight."

"If you truly think yourself to be unworthy in my eyes, dear Camellia.."

"..then please, allow me to demonstrate exactly what worth you hold to me."

(I hope that this is alright! Thank you very much again for sending me this ask and helping me talk through how the scene might play out!!)

[idkwhatever580]

Embarrassed

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!reader (Reader has powers like Wanda's but pink because I'm the author and I can do what I want, and my fav color is pink)

Prompt: Reader's best friend Wanda informs reader about this new thing she learned with Agatha that amped up their sex life. Reader decides to try it out with Nat, and the outcome is better than expected.

Warnings: SMUT, enchanted strap, bondage, slapping, daddy kink (daddy is not a reflection of your gender just a term I used i swear!) cumming without permission?/warning?, swearing, tmi? (Is there such thing as tmi between best friends?), teasing. Top!Reader (semi soft)

A/N: I already had this in my drafts partially finished but then I got a rq and I thought I could incorporate it into this so yeah :) thanks for the request @keirannoa420 <3 (I made reader afab but I think I made them gn for everything else I hope that isn't a problem!)

Today is a simple day for the Avengers. Almost nobody is on a mission today, so everyone is doing their own thing to decompress and rest. Especially since last week was horrible. It was just mission after mission for you and the others.

From what you know, Tony and Bruce are in their lab, Steve and Buck went on a date after visiting Peggy's grave to give her the monthly flowers, Clint went back with his family, Thor and Loki are back at Asgard until needed, Nat is reading in her library, Agatha is in a therapy session (she is still healing from her witchy trauma, good on her!), Vision is probably floating around somewhere, Peter is with Aunt May, the rest of the younger ones are out and about, while you and Wanda are catching up on a much-needed yapping session.

"Omg did you hear what happened on Sam and Tony's mission yesterday?"

You sit up being intrigued, "No, what happened?"

She giggles at the thought of what happened, and says, "He- he"

She can't even tell you what happened without bursting into laughter. "He what! Oh my gosh stop laughing and tell me what happened!"

Your need to hear what happened overpowering your patience, but Wanda eventually can control her laughs into a soft snicker every now and then, "He had to run into the building instead of his usual flying, and he ended up slipping and falling on his back and rolling around because it was raining! Sam got the whole thing recorded thanks to redwing!"

You burst into laughter at the thought of Tony slipping, this surely hurt his ego more than anything. You gasp and say, "Wait... can I see the video? Do you have it?"

She laughs and grabs her phone, "Of course I have the video! I would say I'm surprised you don't have it, but I forgot your phone broke."

You roll your eyes at the reminder of not having a phone to do your daily social media things, but Nat says you need a break from your phone. Joke's on her, you're just bothering her more. (She secretly likes it)

You're drawn away from your thoughts when Wanda holds her phone to your face, the video of Tony slipping funnier than you pictured.

(volume is not necessary for this one)

You both started laughing so hard that tears fell from your eyes, but you both eventually calmed down and were able to change the subject. "So, how's Aggie? I feel like I haven't seen her in months even though I've only been on a mission for a week."

She smiles softly and says, "She's good. Her twice-a-week therapy sessions are really impacting her in a good way. I think she might be having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the Avengers though. She still gets overwhelmed sometimes. Which is what I was scared about. I didn't want to bring her into this space after nine whole months of secretly dating just for her to regress on her progress, but I think she is getting there. Her communication skills are definitely getting better which is helping me accommodate to her needs you know?"

You smile and nod knowingly, "Yeah, I remember coming here for the first time from being a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, it was terrifying, but my relationship with Nat only grew from where we were. Something is bound to blossom from her too. Anything else interesting with you two?"

Wanda sends me a small smirk and says, "I've been trying out new spells and tricks to cast and I happened to fall upon an interesting spell."

You raise an eyebrow with a tentative voice, "Interesting how?"

She giggles and says, "Okay, so obviously we talk about our sex lives a lot together, but this spell just made bedroom time way better. It's a spell to make an inanimate object basically a part of you. You can feel it and everything that happens to it. So, I tested this spell out on a certain strap-on that we use and let me just say I've never felt so good before. I think you should really try it on Nat, the first time I did it to Aggie, she literally cried because she felt so good."

You raise your eyebrows suggestively and say, "That is quite the interesting find Wands. I'm impressed. You'll have to show me the spell. I think I might try it out on Natty tonight if I can do it right.

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After a few tries of this new spell with Wanda, you're able to feel everything that happens to the tv remote in your leg. You smirk at Wanda and go to exit the room just as Agatha comes back. You send your goodbyes and almost sprint to Natasha's library, making sure to stop by your room to get a certain backpack.

The joys of having your own floor with Natasha means that the things on that floor are only used by the both of you, unless otherwise provoked. So, you know nobody is going to be walking into this space. This also means that you guys can literally fuck anywhere on that floor, but you are so excited to try this spell on her.

You slow down right before you enter and you saunter in, even though Nat has her noise cancelling headphones on, so you know she won't hear you. You come up behind her and softly rest your arms on her shoulders slowly creeping down to kiss her cheek.

She pulls off her headphones and says, "Hello detka. Do you need anything?"

You simply nod your head and give her a soft kiss on the lips to distract her before carefully snatching the current book she is invested in. She lets go of it but not without a pout, "Baby, I was reading that."

You carefully set the book down after putting a bookmark in. Then you walk around and pull her headphones off her ears which makes her even more confused. Until you sit in her lap and snuggle up to her neck. She softly smiles and starts rubbing patterns on your back. "Aww baby, did you want cuddles?"

You nod your head innocently and she says, "Well I can do that while also reading my book so can I have it back?"

You shake your head, and she realizes there's something else you want. She raises an eyebrow, and skeptically says, "What else is it? Did you do something?"

You pull away from her neck and shake your head, "No, I didn't do nothin', but I'm 'bout to."

She furrows her beautiful brows in confusion but notices the glint in your eyes. She knows this look; she has seen it a million times before. How could she miss it? So, she pouts and says, "Aww is my detka a bit horny?"

You nod your head and whisper, "I want to try something new today."

She smirks and nods, always willing to try everything once, well, almost everything. "Of course, detka, what is it you were wanting to try?"

You smile and say, "You're gonna have to wait and find out."

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but you kiss her on the lips and the words that were on the tip of her tongue fade away quickly.

You both start making out softly, a tenderness infiltrates your hearts that only you two can replicate with each other. The kiss quickly turns aggressive though. Her hands falling to your hips to steady them when they start to move on their own, while yours go to her hair to softly tug on the luscious, fiery locks.

Moans start to spill out of you when your core starts to rub on her thigh, and she starts to unbutton your pants trying to get directly to the source, but you push her away. Before she can question your antics, you reach behind her lounge chair to grab the backpack and wave it in front of her face. She smiles and you both stand up to undress yourselves, not bothering to do it for the other, instead choosing efficiency.

Once she has the strap securely tightened around her hips, you push her back down and sit just before the silicon cock, butt resting on her thighs. "I need you to hold still and be quiet for a moment, okay?"

She furrows her brows and says, "Wait, what are you doing?"

You smile at her and say, "I just need you to trust me so I can work my magic." You kiss her doubts away and whisper, "I think you're going to quite like this."

You cast the spell silently and when it is done, you look in her eyes and there is nothing, but confusion written all over her face. "What did you do?"

You smirk and spit on your hand before softly rubbing the tip of the dildo making her hips jerk. "Woah."

You smirk and say, "Woah indeed. Did that feel good?"

She nods her head and says, "Seriously Y/n, what did you do to me?"

You giggle and say, "I made you be able to feel everything like it is your own."

You shimmy your body down to be eye level with the pink sparkly attachment, and you look up into her eyes with yours being doe like from this angle and you slowly take her length into your mouth.

This new sensation causing Nat to moan helplessly and thread her fingers through your hair. You softly start to play with yourself and stretch yourself out, while making sure to not give her too much stimulation. Once you deem yourself ready to take her, you pull away and Nat glares at you. "Why'd you pull away?"

You smile and kiss her worries away, "So I can do this..."

You grab the attachment and slowly slide yourself onto her. Moaning at the size. She always seems to be so big even when you take her all the time. She moans extra loud when you take her to the hilt, and suddenly her hips jerk and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

You force her to look into your eyes and then you start to bounce up and down while grinding onto her.

Although you are feeling very good, your sole intention is to make Nat feel good today. "How does it feel baby?"

She opens her mouth to say something, but only a measly gasp is heard. After a while, she finally is able to conjure a sentence, "Fuck... it feels- so good."

You smirk and say, "Yeah? You like feeling this pussy clench around you?"

She whimpers and nods her head biting her lip to stifle her sounds. Usually you wouldn't let that slide, but since it is her first time feeling this, you'll give her some grace.

You start to bounce up and down on her cock more aggressively and her hands tighten around your hips. She is completely still excepting the few involuntary thrusts her hips make, which make you moan at the spot she hits when she does this.

Nat's head is thrown back and she finally lets go of her lip, allowing all the beautiful sounds to tumble out of her throat. Her pathetic noises are so hot to you and even hotter when she tries to speak, "Y/n I- it feels, I-"

All of a sudden, her words are cut off with an almost pornographic moan, which makes you so wet because you never hear her be this vocal. Her hips start thrusting into you uncontrollably and her hands are scratching into your hips, not that you care.

You furrow your eyebrows as hers raise in surprise and embarrassment. You slow down and say, "Did you... did you just cum?"

Natasha lets out an exhausted breath and looks at anything but you, until you move her by her chin to look into your eyes. When she sees your eyes, she tears up a bit, "I'm sorry I don't know what's wrong with me! I usually last way longer than that! I wasn't even prepared for it; it just sprang up on me."

She starts to ramble, so you shut her up with a kiss and when you pull away you chuckle softly, "Natty baby, I don't know why you came so fast, but I'll bet you it has something to do with the fact that this spell makes you feel things you've never felt before huh?"

She nods her head, and you smile, "Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop?"

She frowns and says, "I want you to cum."

You smile and shake your head, "That's not what I asked darling, I asked about you."

She thinks about it, and then a nasty thought pops into her brain, and she says, "I wanna keep going."

So, you nod your head, and keep moving and grinding on her, this time she makes it about five minutes before the same thing happens.

You become beyond confused as it looks like she just came again. Once she calms down, you tentatively ask, "Did you just... again?"

Her eyes widen and her face turns redder than her hair. She tears up a bit and tries to shove you off of her to inevitably run off and hide from her embarrassment, but you push on her hips, and she moans again. She still tries to get away, so you cut her thoughts off with soft tone saying, "Darling, don't worry, it's okay if you did, you know? It is a new sensation, and it is normal to have a crazy reaction to it."

She previously covered her red face with her hands to hide, so you carefully pull her hands down and smile at her small frame. "Tasha, why are you hiding from me?"

She finally cracks and says, "Because! That was so embarrassing! I've never finished that fast! So, I am embarrassed because I didn't even get to last long enough to have fun, and don't even mention the fact that you didn't get anything out of it!"

You pout at her with fake pity, "Oh darling," You brush her already sweaty hair out of her face and clench your pussy on her strap making her moan at the feeling, "You don't have to worry about that, trust me, we are going to have fun all night. You'll be begging me to stop."

She timidly nods her head, and you say, "Is that okay?"

She nods and says, "I really want to keep going."

You smile and nod your head, but before you can start riding her again, she pulls you off of her swiftly and flips you over on your hands and knees, slipping right back into your wet cunt.

She leans over to whisper in your ear, "I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard."

You can only moan in response because she's already thrusting deep and hard into your insides. You consider giving in to her and letting her take over, but you already made your mind up ahead of time and she is not getting in your way. So, with a flick of your wrist, she is flipped over, and ropes appear and tie themselves around her wrists.

You crawl up to her as the pink glimmers fade from your eyes, and shake your head, "Thought you could get away with it huh?"

She doesn't answer and you slap her breast making her jerk and yelp out, "I asked you a question, didn't I?"

She meekly nods her head, and you say, "Then I expect you to answer it."

She nods her head again and you say, "Don't make me ask again."

"Yes! I thought I could get away with it! Please daddy!"

You bite your lip at the power trip you're getting from this, but you make sure to soften up and check on Nat knowing she only uses 'daddy' when she's extra sensitive, "I want you to use the color system just like always, okay? Can you tell me a color?"

She doesn't even hesitate before saying, "Yes! Green, please daddy!"

A sigh falls from your lips at hearing that and you nod your head. "Okay baby, you know I'm not gonna be nice to you right?"

She whimpers and nods her head closing her eyes to center herself. You smirk and flip her over, making the dildo hit the bed when you push her hips down on the bed.

She moans out and you lean forward, your lips brushing softly over the shell of her ear, and you whisper, "Do not cum."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head knowing she's already sensitive from previous orgasms, and she whines out, "No! Please daddy!"

You chuckle at her desperation and say, "If you're good tonight, I'll find a spell to make it so that you can cum in me too."

She shudders at the thought of being able to "breed" you and both of you feel it, so regardless of how much she already wants to cum, she nods her head and takes a breath to prepare herself.

Right before you are about to start, she yelps out, "Wait!"

You freeze in worry that she doesn't want this anymore, so you pause and look to her and let her speak. Her words come out the first time a quiet jumbled mess so you say, "What was that babe?"

She looks over her shoulder and says a little louder this time, "Can I hold a pillow?"

You think about it for a moment, and ultimately decide that if you're not going to comfort her until after, she might as well have something else to find comfort in, so you nod your head and she grabs a pillow. Once she is situated you wait for her queue and when she nods her head you begin to massage her ass a bit before pulling back and landing a harsh slap on her butt.

Natasha's hips jerk away from your hand, and in turn makes her strap rut against the bed stimulating her. She lets out a mix between a moan and a groan because she feels good, but she also knows you put limitations on her.

You continue your assault on her now red and pink ass, and the lewd sounds that are emitting from Nat's throat are making you more wet than you'd like to admit.

You slap her ass again, and she starts to uncontrollably hump the mattress, and you won't allow her to cum without asking so you grab her hips and lift them from the bed before she can stimulate herself any further. She groans and pleads, "Please. ugh please I need it!"

You simply chuckle and shake your head, "Need it so bad you're willing to give up cumming for a week?"

Her eyes widen at that threat and she whimpers knowing she might not be able to hold back since the last two came out of nowhere, but you lay her back down and say, "two more, then you can cum again."

She nods her head, crossing her fingers that she makes it, and out of nowhere the second to last slap is let out on her skin. It is way harder than all the others, so in turn, it makes Nat almost forget about what you said. Almost.

You hum and rub her ass tenderly, not letting her know when the last one is coming, and the second she whimpers again you pull back and hit her ass so hard it has her shoving her hips back into you.

She catches her breath and rolls around. You tell her to hold still as you are about to disenchant the strap, but Nat says, "Wait, baby, what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows and say, "I thought you said you were done after this orgasm?"

She nods and says, "I held it, I wanna cum with you on my cock."

Her eyes are so sweet and soft you simply can't refuse, so you let her win this time, riding her cock until the both of you come, and then you end up just laying together in a moment of tenderness.

"I love you detka."

"I love you too Natty, I'm glad you liked the surprise."

"Oh, I loved it."

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A/N: I hope y'all liked it!!! (Did you catch my Love and Death reference???) Also, I apologize for the rushed ending, I really needed to get this out.

[mikedfaist]

can we get more pregnant!reader??? like when she’s actually going into labor and he takes her to the hospital? supportive sweetie mike is my favorite

Mike took the classes. He read the books. He sought insight from his friends who have already ventured down this path before. The hospital bag was ready. The nursery was complete – alongside a crib he did indeed decide to build. He was ready for fatherhood. Frankly, he welcomed it with open arms. He already loved his little girl so much that he couldn’t imagine that love growing anymore than it already is. How is that even possible?

When those first real contractions hit in the middle of the night – much different than the “practice” ones from before – your first instinct isn’t to wake up Mike. No, you let him sleep. You scamper into the kitchen, lay down on the couch and turn on Modern Family. They weren’t far enough apart yet. No point in going to the hospital. No point in waking up your boyfriend. Until your water breaks, you are going to relax as much as you can until the pain permeates to the point of surrender.

You don’t have to wake him up though, because that boy senses your absent presence, and goes looking for you. It wasn’t unusual to find you in the kitchen in the middle of the night; when a craving calls, it calls. This time though, he caught you in the middle of a contraction. Not unbearable – you were even able to talk through it, but he saw it in your eyes. Less than a minute, and it was over.

When you told him you’ve been having contractions for the last hour, you might as well have told him you joined a cult.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He was aghast.

“There’s no point right now! Can’t even go to the hospital. This could last for hours, Michael. Hours. Maybe in the morning something worth telling you about will happen.” You didn’t mean it in a bad way. Obviously, anything that happens in this pregnancy he wants to know about. To you, this was nothing. If the contractions weren’t five minutes apart, then why bother? “Go back to sleep, okay? Get your rest while you can.”

“You really think I can just go back to sleep when you’re in labor?”

“Early labor, it barely counts.”

“It does count.”

“When my water breaks, then I’ll bother you with my problems. But for now, I’m chillin’.”

By morning, seven hours later, things had progressed enough for you to roll over onto your side and shake your boyfriend awake.

“It fucking hurts.”

“It’s just early labor, babe, it barely counts.”

“I will break up with you—do not test me right now.”

It wasn’t until the afternoon when your water broke in the middle of the kitchen as he was making you grilled cheese. (You made him finish the grilled cheese before leaving). Once at the hospital, he fed you ice chips, massaged your back, kissed your forehead, and let you fracture each of his fingers. He did nearly pass out when you got your epidural, and again when you did eventually give birth. His excuse was he had forgotten to eat because he was so focused on you, but you remember how white he got watching a real birth video in preparation for this moment.

Once you begin pushing, he’s beside you, brushing the hair out of your face, letting you squeeze his hand until it’s purple. He’s so gentle with his encouragements, whispering it in your ear and kissing your temple. He can’t put into words how amazed he is with you in this moment. He thought he loved you before, but that love has grown exponentially. You not only grew and protected their child, but you were putting yourself through hell to bring her into this world. It’s something he’ll never know firsthand, and he knows he’ll never be able to look at you the same way from now on. You really were the most incredible woman he has ever had the pleasure of knowing.

When they hear that first cry, he nearly breaks into sobs. All those months of waiting, and being very impatient about it, have finally come to an end, and his baby girl is right there. She’s so tiny—how is she so tiny? How is she so tiny but expelling a cry so loud and raucous?

“She has a set of lungs on her, for sure.”

When they set her on your chest, she instantly quietens. She knows that’s her momma. Mike has to cover his mouth to control his cries. None of the books taught him how to handle the moment he meets his baby girl for the first time. He leans over and caresses his finger over her hand—holy fuck it’s so tiny! Instinctively, she grabs his finger, and refuses to let go. There’s nothing quite as strong as a baby’s grip.

He loses count of how many times he tells you he loves you. A million times wouldn’t even be enough.

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The Feral One • Ch 28

Finnick x Y/N

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This may be the last chapter for a few days as we’re approaching the end of the story rapidly and I haven’t finished editing it yet lol. I apologize for leaving it off with a cliffhanger but I want to make sure the end is perfect before posting it. Life’s been busy this week so I haven’t had the time to finish it the way I want to.

Content Warnings - Injury, death, medical issues, I promise Finnick isn’t being stupid this time lol

The next week was full of recovery. You slowly regained your strength and were able to try solid foods again. The doctors polished all your scars off, including the one on your face from your games, at your request. You wanted nothing left to remind you of them.

You started physical therapy, as well as regular sessions with Dr. Aurelius. He allowed Finnick to join you, realizing you felt more comfortable with him nearby. You still had to use a walker to get around, but you were making progress.

A few weeks after the war ended, Coin called all the victors into a meeting. There were barely any left, mostly due to the war.

“I’ve called you all here for a very symbolic vote,” she states. You don’t like where this is going.

She proceeds to pitch her idea for a hunger games featuring capital children. There are mixed reactions from the remaining victors, with some believing the idea to be fair and others believing it to be cruel. Votes are cast around the room and it finally comes down to Katniss.

“I get to kill Snow,” she tells Coin, who agrees to this proposition.

“Then I vote yes,” she states. “For Prim.”

You can’t even process what this means. Another games? Was Coin out of her mind? You finally realized what you had been denying all along, as long as Coin was in charge, you would never be free.

Finnick brings you back to your shared room after the meeting. You allow his touch but still flinch away at everyone else. Dr. Aurelius had been working with you on that but it’s hard to undo the trauma of many years.

“I just want to go home,” you tell him.

“You have to stay here for a bit,” he explains. “District 4 doesn’t have the resources for your treatment. Once you are better I promise you can go back to 4.”

“What about you?” you ask him. “Are you staying?”

He hesitantly shakes his head.

“I have to go to 4 for a few weeks but I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he states. “Johanna will be here with you in the meantime and I’ll call every day.”

“You’re leaving?” you ask, dumbfounded by his response.

“I promise it’s for a good reason,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t important.”

“When do you leave?” you ask.

“In two weeks,” he responds. “I’ll be here for the first bit of your treatment and return before it’s over. Then we will both go back to 4 together. Do you trust me?”

“Always”

That afternoon Finnick helps you walk out onto the avenue to stand next to the other victors. Snow was finally falling, and you were both alive to witness it.

Standing in front of all the capital people made you uneasy. What did they think of you? Were they going to hurt you?

You’re lost in your thoughts when suddenly the crowd erupts into chaos. You look up to see Coin lying dead on the podium, an arrow in her heart. A mob of people begins rushing towards Snow, eager to kill him.

Finnick quickly scoops you up and carries you away from the commotion. When he finally sets you down, you ask what happened.

“Katniss killed Coin,” he states. “Snow is dead.”

He has to take you back to your room before you have a breakdown. What evil creature was going to seize power of Panem next? All of this was too much.

You end up collapsing on the floor of your room, shaking uncontrollably.

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[billybob598]

Hey I was thinking of a FWB with either Alexia Putellas or Ona Batlle ( doesn’t have to be smut if you’re not comfortable) where they’ve been fwb for a few months and the reader and one of them have a crush on each other. One day, one of the ( reader or one of them ) confesses their feelings than they start dating!!!

Sorry if this is bad I’m horrible at making requests!

Have a wonderful day!!

Friends With Consequences (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

So, thanks to the anon who sent this in! I've got like 5 or 6 more requests I'm gonna try and do this week sooo yeahh... Also big shout out to Grammarly for correcting all 999999 writing mistakes I made in this one. Again any feedback good or bad welcomed! Have fun reading!

Word Count: 1.7k (Boom)

As you stare longingly at Alexia, your thoughts wander to the current predicament you’re in. You and Alexia had been friends with benefits for a couple of months. At first, it was just the consequence of a night with a few too many drinks in it. Then, it was celebrating Barca winning the league (again). After three “one time only” nights, both of you knew there was a little something more. That’s when Alexia came up with the brilliant idea of friends with benefits. Alexia also came up with the idea that there would be no strings attached, no caught feelings, you guys would be fuck buddies and teammates, nothing more. If one of you called upon the other, they would be there, but the next day there would be no bringing up what happened the night before. Sure, you liked her as more than a friend, but anything to keep her in your life while also having a little taste of what it’s like to be with Alexia.

As you guys started preparing for the World Cup you would usually be excited, however, with the Spanish teams' current state a.k.a Jorge Vilda you weren’t nearly as excited as you should be. Jorge was being quite hard on players part of the “Las 15” that had come back. While you didn’t take part in the rejection of call-ups, you openly supported your teammates. 

As the tournament progressed, you tried your best to keep a distance from Alexia. Not that she noticed, she was under so much pressure from the media, fans, and Jorge. It didn’t help that her knee had started to bother her during the group stage. The team, despite all off-field events, had been performing well. You guys cruised through the group stage, finishing top of the group. Unfortunately, Spain lost in the quarterfinals. Everyone was heartbroken, and of course, Vilda was not very happy. After the game, Vilda said some terrible, terrible things to the team and you specifically. You had not played your best game ever, but for him to blame it all on you? It made Alexia’s blood boil. 

Throughout the tournament, Alexia realized just how much you meant to her. She was able to admit that you were important to her. She, however, refused to believe that her care for you ran deeper than just friends, who occasionally fucked. So, as the new season at Barca began the two of you kept your current relationship the same. You knew you were in love with Alexia, at this point, there was no denying it. Alexia, on the other hand, kept denying and denying her feelings for you. 

“So, how’s it going Alexia?” Ingrid asks. She was probably your best friend on the team and the only one who knew about your current situation.

You sigh, “I don’t know Ingrid, every time I feel like she likes me back she goes and says something about how she thinks the friends-with-benefits idea is perfect for us. Or as soon as I think that I might have a shot with her, she’s talking about her latest match on some dating site.” 

It was no secret that Alexia was on multiple dating apps. She was always going on dates with different people, it seemed none of them ever stuck for more than two or three dates. It bothered you to no end, here you were ready to do anything for Alexia, willing to drop everything if she ever called, yet you know she wouldn’t do the same for you. 

“Well, maybe just give her signs that you like her and want to be more than just friends with benefits,” the Norwegian suggests.

“Signs? What does that mean?”

“Doing things for her, to you know, show her that you care for her in a different way than friends.”

You think about it for a couple of seconds, “So just like, be extra nice to her?”

“Yeah, basically,” Ingrid says with a shrug. You nod. You can do that. That’s easy, just show her that you care about her.

Over the next couple weeks, you did everything you and Ingrid could think of to show Alexia you like her. Bringing her coffee in the mornings, her favourite candies left at her locker, buying her food whenever the team ate out, anything you could do you did. It was so obvious that even some of the rest of the team started to pick up on it.

“Why don’t you ever buy me coffee, Y/N?” Mapi whines with a cheeky grin. One that quickly disappears after receiving a sharp glare from her girlfriend. You turn red before stuttering out a comeback,

“I don’t know Mapi, but maybe you should think about your girlfriend before asking other women to buy you coffee.” The look of true fear that crosses Mapi’s face is enough to distract the rest of the team enough for you to slip out of the locker room and onto the pitch. 

“So you really like her, huh?” You are startled by the voice, thinking you were the only one out here. When you turn around you’re met with Keira giving you a soft smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say quickly, hoping to avoid the question.

“So?”

“So what?” You try to play dumb.

“Do you like Alexia? And don’t try to lie Y/N,” Keira asks, pushing you to tell her.

“I think I love her if I’m being honest. She’s in my head 24/7, I can’t stop thinking about her,” you admit shyly.

“Then why not tell her that?” 

“I’m scared. What happens if I ask her out and she says no? I think I would have to move clubs,” you say in a joking tone, but both you and Keira know it wasn’t a joke. She looks at you sympathetically,

“Let’s say that does happen, you get that initial embarrassment over with and then you start getting over her. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but if she rejects you there will be other people. It’s not like she’s your only chance at love, mate.” 

You ponder over her words for a bit before speaking, “I guess you’re right, I should ask her out. Should I ask her out? I shouldn’t ask her out.” Your mind races, then Keira puts her hands on your shoulders and gives you a look. “Okay, I’ll go ask her out.” You walk away feeling nervous and confident at the same time if that’s possible.

As you approach Alexia’s door you feel nervous as hell. The second you knock on it you know there is no going back. So, when she opens the door and sees you, fidgeting with the flowers in your hands, you want to immediately run away. At this point, though, you have to see it through, no chickening out now. 

“Hey Ale,” you can’t keep the nervousness out of your voice.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” She senses your nerves and takes hold of your hand to try and calm you down. Smiling at the contact you take a breath before spitting it out,

“Wouldyouliketogoonadatewithme?” Confused, Alexia asks you to repeat what you said. You sigh and say slower,

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” You then hold your breath, as Alexia processes what you said. Then, an expression comes across her face that you can’t quite explain, it’s almost a look as if she’s in pain and then apologetic. 

“Uhm, Y/N, I’m really sorry…” She trails off. When you get the gist of what’s saying, your shoulders slump and your face heats up with embarrassment.

“Yeah, no that’s okay. Don’t worry about it, Ale.”

“I’m really sorry, I just don’t like you like that,” she says feeling worse and worse every passing second.

“I get it, anyways these are for you,” reaching out and giving her the bouquet of flowers you were holding before turning and walking away, head hanging low. 

Alexia couldn’t keep her mind off of you for the next couple of days. Anytime she saw you in training she would try and catch your eye. It seemed, though, that you were determined not to speak to or even make eye contact with her. The entire team saw it, how you slowly cut yourself off from everyone, how you refused to come to team bonding nights, how you stopped going out with the team. For you it became, go to training and go home, nothing more. You had always been relatively quiet, but you didn’t even speak to anyone unless you were on the pitch. This concerned everyone, and Alexia couldn’t help but feel responsible for you isolating yourself. It was also around this time that Alexia started feeling like she made a mistake. Every date she went on she would always imagine that it was you across from her. That you were the one holding her hand and kissing her. So, as the January transfer officially opened, Alexia decided she was going to ask you out.

She originally planned to catch you after training, but you weren’t there. When she asked Ingrid about you the Norwegian just shrugged and said she hadn’t heard from you and that you probably were just not feeling well or something. Now, as Alexia walked up the stairs to your apartment she took note of how nothing was hanging off your front door. Usually, you had some sort of wreath or decoration hanging, she shook it off and put it down as you just forgot to put a new one up after Christmas. She knocked and stood waiting for a couple of seconds. That’s when she saw that your door was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed it open,

“Y/N? Are you in there?” Fully entering the apartment, she let out a gasp. It was completely bare, with nothing more than a couple of boxes and trash bags left. At that exact moment, she got a notification from Instagram. Tapping on it, her heart sank as she saw the post on your account announcing your transfer to Bayern Munich.

Alexia sank to her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably.

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 18

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“It’s okay to cry.”

“Hm?”

“It’s okay to cry,” Ji-su reiterated as she sat down beside your criss-crossed knees. You spent the morning listening as your brother and sister recounted their times spent in Mr. Han’s room upstairs. How he had been so kind to them and welcomed them into his home without hesitation. You were enormously thankful and made a mental reminder to tell him so later on. They also told you about Hyun-su. How he went out of his way to rescue them from the apartment and bring them to safety, rescuing them even after he went through a round of monsterization symptoms. You told yourself to pay him another visit to say thanks for that, as well.

After that, you let them play by themselves, enjoying just watching them laugh and have fun. It was nice to hear them laugh when they were playing with Yeong-su’s dinosaur, especially after only hearing them cry since you saw them for the first time after a week. For the past half hour, in particular, you enjoyed your time watching Jin-ok teach Yeong-su how to read, smiling softly at his progress whenever it showed. “You lost your father, just like they did.”

You gave the beautiful red-dyed-haired girl a gentle smile but shook your head. “It’s not the same though. I’ll never understand what they went through when they saw him fall. That’s something I can only help them overcome. Besides, if I’m not strong for them, they have no one else.”

“I don’t agree. You can be strong and grieve at the same time. They don’t need you to be their rock all the time, especially with Jin-ok being there,” she placed a hand on your knee comfortingly. “You’re their sister, not their mother; and that’s okay. You don’t need to take on that responsibility.”

You stared at your siblings blankly for a moment before nodding to her words, looking down so your teary eyes would be hidden. 

“I’m afraid if I start crying I’ll never stop,” you joked. “I just never got to say goodbye to him, you know?” You sniffled softly, blinking away the tears to send her a forced smile. “Not really, anyways. That’s what sucks the most about it. I’ll never be able to tell him how much I love him. How good of a dad he was despite the circumstances.”

“I’m sure he knew,” she reassured and you nodded. 

“Thank you, Yoon Ji-su.”

She smiled and nodded, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “I know we’re practically complete strangers, but if you need someone you don’t have to be strong in front of, I’ll be around,” she told you before standing from the chair she sat on and leaving the room.

You wiped the fallen tears from your cheeks and stood up, walking over to the reading group on the floor and waiting until they finished with the paragraph they were on before speaking. “You better keep up the good work, okay, Yeong-su? Gotta make sure your reading is sharp so you can read all the secret messages I’m gonna write you, yeah?” He nodded enthusiastically and you smiled, kneeling in front of him and fluffing up his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead, doing the same to Su-yeong afterward. “I gotta do something, but I’ll be back in an hour or so, okay? Just stay with Ms. Cha, yeah?” They both nodded and you smiled at them, sending a different smile to Jin-ok before standing and stepping out of the room. 

“Um… Hi. Han Du-sik, right?”

The man wheeled around in his chair to look at you from where he’d just crossed your path, instantly recognizing you as the girl Su-yeong and Yeong-su raved on and on about for hours, always with loving remarks and adoring tones. “Ah, you must be the eldest Kim. Is that right?”

You nodded. “Yes, that’s me. I just… I wanted to thank you,” you told him. You were never the best at talking with adults so your stance was a perfect portrayal of your awkwardness the whole time but he didn’t seem to notice; or if he did, he didn’t show it. 

“Huh? What for?”

“For taking care of my baby brother and sister. They speak very highly of you and Hyun-su for taking care of them. It’s something I appreciate more than I can say and I just wanted to let you know.”

“It was my pleasure. They’re great kids; and from what I’ve heard about you, they’re lucky to have you in their lives.”

You blushed at the compliment. “Thank you. I just hope I can live up to those words.”

He smiled. “I’m sure you will.”

“Well, I’ll let you head to wherever you were before I interrupted you. Again, thank you for everything. I know your hands are ones that I can trust the safety of my brother and sister in.”

He smiled again, nodding at your words in a display of gratitude before turning and wheeling away. You turned too, heading towards the arcade room and opening the door to find…

Nothing.

The room was empty except for a snoozing Seok-hyeon. Not a Cha Hyun-su in sight. 

“Shit,” you cursed quietly, running towards the staircase entrance in hopes of catching the two before Eun-hyuk sent Hyun-su on another possible suicide mission. You knew he was in his golden hour. You weren’t stupid. You knew he fell from the 9th floor and survived with injuries that healed within hours, you just didn’t think that was probable cause to subject him to more. 

You weren’t in luck by the time you got to the staircase, seeing neither boy in sight and knowing he was long gone. 

“Eun-hyuk!” You said loudly as you walked into the security camera room. He sighed with his head down before spinning his chair around to face you. His face was blank of emotion, which just made you angrier. “Why are you using Hyun-su like this? He’s not just a puppet you can play around with and use as a little delivery service!”

“It’s the only way,” he said bluntly, starting to turn his chair around when you rushed forward and placed a hand on each armrest, caging him in. 

“No. It’s not the only way. I can go, or you could send out teams to go. It’s not fair that you’re using Hyun-su just because of a golden hour which we don’t even know will save him each time! You’re using him to do your dirty work based on something that happened once! One time! You can’t just force him to do your bidding, he’s a real person who deserves to have a choice!” You growled at him. “Every time he goes out there, there’s a chance that he won’t come back.”

“Hyun-su is dangerous, but he’s our only hope. He can’t die which makes him a valuable resource for us. I know it’s not morally correct, but it is what needs to be done.”

You breathed heavily, staring into his eyes while he leaned back in his chair, as calm as ever. You took a deep breath instead of screaming all your emotions at him and slowly rose from where you were leaning over him, your hands releasing the armrests and returning to your side. “You’re using a vulnerable boy and throwing him to the wolves each time you send him out there. Just know that, okay?” You told him in a calm and almost friendly voice, your words like a knife in contrast to your tone. 

You turned around, ready to exit the room and leave him with that thought when you saw Hyun-su standing in the doorway. Your fake smile turned softer and more genuine as you walked towards him, squeezing his arm gently in a form of contact he seemed to flinch away from but lean into all at the same time. With a final glance cast over your shoulder at the glasses-wearing boy sitting in front of the cameras, you left. 

[discordshawty]

healing hands ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ *~+ .

just imagine athletic trainer iwaizumi, helping volleyball player reader heal her wrist injury.

𐙚 ! you’re a volleyball star who suffered a major wrist injury during a critical match, and iwaizumi was assigned as your athletic trainer for six weeks to guide your recovery.

𐙚 ! the first time you arrived at his workplace with a poorly wrapped wrist was only three days after the incident, clearly frustrated over not being able to be on the court with your team.

𐙚 ! you felt daunted by whispers telling you that you might never play the same again.

𐙚 ! but there was something soothing about iwaizumi’s voice that instantly calmed your nerves. his confidence and gentle demeanor made you feel you were in capable hands from the moment you walked in.

𐙚 ! he’d talk to you like a friend; reassuring you that everything would be fine and he’d ask questions beyond your injury, seemingly interested in your career.

𐙚 ! it all made sense when he shared that he played volleyball in high school and recounted times he had to help his teammates with injuries.

𐙚 ! it was comforting to know that the cute guy who’d tower over you while treating you shared something in common with yourself.

𐙚 ! he’d tell you he knew exactly how you felt and would get you back on the court as quickly as possible.

𐙚 ! after the first week, iwaizumi developed a personalized recovery plan tailored specifically to your needs.

𐙚 ! he was so observant and gave you exercises to do at home to strengthen your wrist, knowing from the little time spent together you liked to stay busy.

𐙚 ! the way iwaizumi would hold your hand, apply just the right amount of pressure, and stretch your wrist carefully, guiding each movement with a soft touch as he wrapped it could send you into a spiral.

𐙚 ! he keeps a small notebook where he notes your progress and any personal anecdotes, and occasionally shares these with you to highlight how far you’ve come.

𐙚 ! three weeks passed and iwaizumi’s attention to detail, no matter how big or small, made you feel truly cared for.

𐙚 ! was it weird to be attracted to him?

𐙚 ! it was comforting to be in his office. the quiet moments between sessions and the butterflies you’d get from his soft smiles and reassuring words became something you looked forward to.

𐙚 ! the bond between you grew stronger, and the office became filled with more laughter and warmth each week.

𐙚 ! on especially tough days, iwaizumi would bring your favorite snack from the lobby and adjust your sessions to something more enjoyable just to see your spirits lifted.

𐙚 ! gradually, your wrist healed, and you were soon able to do everything you couldn’t before. iwaizumi was just as excited as you with each improvement, saying, “I knew you could do it.”

𐙚 ! “only one more week and I could approve you back to practice.” the words almost saddened the both of you that the time spent together was coming to an end.

𐙚 ! you couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and reluctance as you prepared to return to your normal routine all while iwaizumi was about to lose his favorite patient.

𐙚 ! for weeks you wanted to ask for his number, his socials—anything really—to stay connected but ultimately thought it was a long shot with a trainer who had done this with tons of other people.

𐙚 ! during your last ever session, as he finished, he took a deep breath and said, “that’s it. six weeks and now you’re finally ready.”

𐙚 ! you thanked him for the time he shared helping you, and in return, he smiled, wishing you luck and telling you to be careful.

𐙚 ! for the last time you gathered your things, and as you were just about to walk out the door, he called out, “wait, can I give you my number before you go?”

˙ . 𖦹˙— I couldn’t made this so much longer but held back [cry]

˙ . 𖦹˙— xoxo , discordshawty

˙ . 𖦹˙— borders from roseraris!

˙ . 𖦹˙— let’s be mutuals ;*)

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Bathroom Sex- Johnny Slaughter (TCM)

Hiya :) This is one of the sex scenes from my series (Two Sides To The Devil). I would love it if you also checked out the series, my masterlist is pinned on my profile and I've made it real easy for you to read it all :) Now back to the smut! Enjoy <33 Word Count: 1,634 Warnings: MDNI, smut, small voyeurism kink

You watch as he eats his burger, it gets messy and he licks the crumbs away from his lips. You can't help but think about how he was doing the same thing to you last night, but instead of crumbs of a burger, it was the cum from your cunt. You try to not make it obvious by glaring at him. But you really can't help peeking at him innocently eating his food, and thinking very not innocent things. You continue watching him, trying to rub your clit on the edge of the booth to satisfy your needs but you stop yourself from continuing further or Johnny would notice what you were up to- or god forbid, someone else. You redirect your focus back on Johnny and the conversation. 

You ultimately finished your food and it tasted amazing. You still can't quite tell if it was the food, or the scene of Johnny but you digress. “How was it, princess?” he looks over to you. “It was good, I really enjoyed it. Thank you Jo-”, before you were able to finish your sentence, he interrupted you. “I meant the view”. You slightly blush at his insinuation but there was no way he caught you. You were staring right at him, he wasn't watching you. “I don't know what you mean…”, and it was true, you didn't really know what he meant. “You thought I didnt notice you eye fucking me just now?” he has a massive smirk on his face, he enjoyed your flushed cheeks more than anything and if he saw an opportunity to tease you, he would always take it. You couldn't help but to nervously look around as his words were a little too loud for your liking, you're convinced the whole diner just heard him. “Relax darlin’, you don't think they could connect simple dots? I'm sure they also saw how you were rubbing your pussy against the edge of their chair”.

Your eyes widened and your mouth shot open, you were floored by him talking so loud. Instead of looking around, you just looked down. You're confident at least one person heard him and your cheeks burn hotter than the sun. He lets out a laugh and leans forward to place his elbows on the table and bring his right hand to your chin. You're still looking down, hiding your shame and he bends his head down to meet your gaze from below. He brings your chin up and he’s smiling, he loves seeing you all shy and unable to speak. “J-johnny…”, you don't know the purpose of your words but you need to say something in your defense. “Shhh darlin’, I don't blame you. All you had to do was ask. Come on”. He leaves the trays on the table for the waitresses to pick up and grabs your hand to lead you to the diner bathroom. 

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You walk to the bathrooms and it looks really clean which was lucky. By the way Johnny was looking at you, you knew exactly what was about to happen and your pussy was already soaking wet thinking about him. Before he fully closes the bathroom door behind you, he pushes you up against the wall, kissing you as he lets his hand find and close the door without looking at it. Once he successfully locks the door, he puts both his hands on either side of your hips and deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and push your breasts into his chest. With your arched back, he moves his hands to the back of your waist and lets his rough hands travel and stroke all over your body. 

You try to keep quiet but his heavy breathing drives you feral and you want to moan into his mouth to express how you're feeling. You wrap one of your legs up his waist and he lifts you up, pressing you into the bathroom wall. You continue with your kiss and it gets progressively desperate and heavy, you can't take the tension and try to rub your pussy on his abs to create some form of friction. He balances you against the wall and your legs are wrapped, tight around his waist. He removes his right hand and decides to rub your pussy, it was easy due to the lack of underwear, caused by his own demand. “Fuck darlin’, you’re always this wet for me?” His voice is deep and breathless from the intensity of the kiss. “Yes Johnny… more often than I'm willing to admit”. He lets out a small chuckle. “Good girl”. He say’s simply, his voice deep and masculine.

He brings you over to the sink and lets you sit on it. You flinch at the coldness of the sink touching your bare ass but you're quickly distracted by Johnny’s fingers making their way to your pussy again. You wrap your arms around his neck again so you're only an inch away from his face and you bite your lip. You try your hardest not to moan as he’s rubbing your clit. He wasn't going slow this time, and it only got faster and harder. It was like he was trying to make you moan but you hold back. You look down and see his hard cock wanting to poke out from his jeans. You remove one of your arms from around his neck and slowly slide your hand down his hard chest, to his shredded abs and all the way down until your soft hands reach his bulge and you stroke his member over his jeans. 

Without breaking the kiss, not even once, you unzip his pants and pull out his cock, he rubs all over your body with his rough, calloused hands. You can tell that they're hardworking hands with history and now they're exploring your soft body. He breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes. He’s hungry for you and it's the same hunter eyes you've grown to adore. His cock was already hard but he was stroking it, getting it ready to feel your warm softness. You're sitting on the sink and it was the perfect height for his dick to perfectly align with your entrance like two perfect puzzle pieces. You wrap your arms around his neck to support yourself as he rests your knee-creases over his forearm and walks closer to you to have his cock gently touch your pussy lips. He frees his right arm and uses it to massage his cock between your pussy lips. He continues sliding his cock between your folds as he rests his forehead to yours, he wants to see your pretty little mouth twitch holding back moans. You let out small moans without parting your lips. 

*knock* *knock* *knock*. You jump at the sudden knocks banging on the bathroom stall. As you worry if the person heard your moans, Johnny slams his cock into your aching pussy, hard. Before you're able to let out the biggest gasp of the century, he covers your mouth with his big hands and your eyes widen at the series of events. He continues trusting, deep and hard. He holds your mouth with a lot of force and when you try moaning, his hands get rougher to get you to shut up. Your moans are for his ears only but he loved that someone was outside, putting pressure and shame on you. But they’re not allowed the privilege of hearing your sweet moans. His cock is sliding in and out of you. You feel his length poke the back of your cunt and his girth filling you up, pressing against every inch of your walls. His breathing is heavy and he lets small grunts escape his lips with each trust. One after another trust enters and pulls out of you and you feel lightheaded over how good he feels. 

*knock* *knock* *knock*. The banging reminds you once again that someone is outside and you feel embarrassed, there is no way they dont hear the wet, sloppy sounds of Johnny's cock swimming in your pussy or the sound of skin slapping skin echo in the empty bathroom. Even when you leave the bathroom, the smell of sex would be undeniable but fuck, you couldn’t care less. You direct your focus back on Johnny and you feel your pussy tightening. “Hello? Anyone in there?”. The voice of a man can be heard from behind the door and you flinch, feeling exposed but disappointed that he interrupted your orgasm. “It’s occupied, boy!”. Johnny finally snaps and you hear a frustrated cuss and footsteps fading as the man walks away. He removes his hand from your mouth and you let a little giggle escape your lips, and he chuckles as well. “Now that we’re alone, I want to hear my woman’s beautiful moans”. Before you're able to give a proper response, he forces his cock into your hole again and this time you let out a moan. Johnny gets closer to your mouth with his ears. He needs your moans filling his ears and he continues pounding into you, in and out, rough and with a lot of force. You moan and grunt into each other's mouth as you kiss. “Fuckk princess, you're making me cum”. His voice is weak but husky. “Me too, please fill me up Johnny”, he keeps his thrusts steady and powerful until you feel your walls contracting and you chase your orgasm. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and shortly after you feel his warm liquid filling you up as he lets out a wonderful grunt. You cum on his cock as you moan into each other’s mouths.

Link to episode one of the full series -> [Two Sides To The Devil]

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me to you, you to me — 013. not slick

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warning(s) — mention of food and drink, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, mingyu being a himbo lol

"y/n are you ready yet?" seokmin called from the living room of your apartment. seokmin was waiting for you to finish getting ready so that the two of you could head over to the restaurant for dinner.

"almost! i'll be out in five minutes max!" y/n called back. seokmin couldn't help but chuckle, he knew y/n hated being late to any event but he still wanted to get to the restaurant a little early so they could take their time going in without causing a scene.

at that moment, y/n exited from the bathroom looking absolutely stunning. for someone who talks way too much, his girlfriend definitely knew how to take his breath away each and every time. and seokmin couldn't help but blush as he felt so lucky to be able to call y/n his most precious significant other.

now that the couple (finally) decided it would be appropriate to inform the rest of the hospital of their relationship, everything was a little more at ease. however, even though most things seemed normal, there was a weird feeling that seokmin couldn't quite shake away. especially when minghao had invited him to attend the dinner…

y/n and seokmin both arrived at the restaurant and entered the establishment to see some of the other staff members had already reserved a room for the party to enjoy.

"hey look who arrived!" minghao interrupted the small talk around the table. everyone looked up to see that y/n and seokmin had walked in. "nice to see you guys!" minghao greeted as he leaded the two over to the table. he sat the two next to each other because obviously the couple would want to be seated next to each other.

"did you guys arrive at the same time?" mingyu asked the two.

"yeah, you could say that!" y/n giggled.

"how about jaehyun though? i thought you and him would have come together." mingyu laughed. y/n's smile dropped and seokmin couldn't help but roll his eyes. he decided not to really listen to them as his current conversation with one of the interns, vernon, was much more interesting… well mostly.

"what do you mean mingyu?" y/n asked politely, "did jaehyun mention that he needed a ride or something?"

"no not really, but i just assumed from your guys' tweets that you were together!" y/n couldn't help but tilt her head to the side in complete confusion. however before she was able to respond to the doctor's absurd theories, the rest of the party guests arrived.

the dinner finally began with drinks being served and appetizers being passed around happily. the dinner progressed with delicious entrees and lots of alcohol. the mood was fun and light, it made seokmin almost forget about the fact that dr. kim kept bugging his girlfriend about jaehyun.

actually, he couldn't really forget about it because the man kept bringing it up every other conversation topic. it got to the point where almost everyone at the table was focused on their conversation.

"mingyu i don't know what you're talking about," jaehyun chuckled, "i'm not dating anyone at the hospital." mingyu slapped jaehyun's back in a friendly way,

"no need to hide your romance dude! it's completely okay for coworkers to date!" everyone could tell that mingyu was a little tipsy at this point, "just look at the gs and neuro department! now it's time for pediatrics to come out with a cute couple!"

at this point, seokmin isn't sure if he can take it anymore. he is millimeters away from just telling mingyu off that there is indeed already a couple in pediatrics…

"i thought you guys already had a couple?" everyone at the table turned their attention onto chan the intern. "is it not nurse seokmin and nurse y/n?"

the whole table got quiet. seokmin couldn't help the blush the appeared on his cheeks. did y/n already start telling people that they were together? seokmin stole a quick glance at y/n and was surprised to see that she was also flustered at the revelation.

"pft! it's not them chan!" mingyu laughed heartily, "it's jaehyun and y/n but the two lovebirds are just too shy to admit it!"

"i thought y/n and seokmin were also dating… i mean i thought it was obvious." vernon said in his usual tone.

a few nods and agreements were heard around the table and minghao couldn't help but keep the smile off of his face, "that's literally what i've been telling mingyu but the guy just wouldn't listen!"

"yeah it's pretty obvious that y/n and seokmin are together," seungcheol added, "i saw seokmin multiple times come to the hospital to pick up y/n even though he was off for that day."

"we've also seen them on multiple dates at the sushi place a few blocks from the hospital!" jun said happily, "the neuro department goes there sometimes for happy hour and we've seen them all lovey-dovey together!"

"i also have multiple pictures of them sneaking off at the hospital garden together," seungkwan adds, "you guys aren't slick!"

"w-what?" mingyu blushes, "are you guys serious?" the pouty puppy looks towards the couple in question who are quite frankly still in shock that the whole hospital indeed knows that the two are dating but not because anybody told them, but because the couple themselves are just not good at hiding their relationship.

"we all knew that the fighting and the hating each other was a cover for it." jihoon stated, "the two of you are the nicest person ever, so you guys acting like you hate each other… i'll just say that you're not cut out to be an actor."

it was now at this point where jaehyun decided to pat mingyu on the back reassuringly, "if it makes you feel any better dude i am dating someone--but they don't work at this hospital."

unfortunately, this was not the easy win that mingyu was expecting.

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 11-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 3,545 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language, foul language, use of a slur, depictions of violence. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: This chapter was an intense write, I flew through it and the momentum continued right into chapter 12. I sort of rushed the art a little due to having a bunch of exams lined up this month plus assignments so please be patient. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

Tag List: @fan-goddess , @artxasa , @baybaybear1

Chapter 11

                Charlie made you stay on the property close to the house, if you needed to leave in order to work the orchard or check on the construction on your home, you had to bring him or Tommy along with you. After you told Charlie about the incident, both he and Tommy searched the property for clues, footprints, anything to be able to try and identify who it may have been hiding in the forest that night, but they always came back with nothing. It was as if the shadow person really was just a shadow and nothing more, but you knew what you saw, you saw its form very clearly in the dark of the night.

It had been three days since you told Charlie about it, Luda Mae was on edge worrying about you and your safety. Tommy was also being overly protective of you, he watched you everywhere you went when you were outside, he made you join him in the barn to have you near him while he tended to the animals, you didn’t mind spending the extra time near him.

Today was no different from the rest, the sun was bright in the sky with a cloudless expanse of blue surrounding it. You spent a lot of the morning doing laundry, as you finished hanging up the last of the garments on the outside hang line, you heard a call from Luda Mae,

“Hun, can you come in here when your good and done that laundry?”

You respond in agreement, the final clothespin now tightly pinching one of Tommy’s massive white shirts. You step down from the stool and admire the clothes swaying in the gentle breeze, you felt a certain nostalgia for hanging clothes, your grandmother used to have you help her hang the laundry on the line when you were small, and you never forgot the fresh smell of the outside air on the clothes when you took them down for folding.

You walked into the kitchen from the backdoor with the empty laundry basket in hand, Luda Mae was dressed to leave the house, she grabbed her purse and turned to look for you,

“Oh, there you are. I need to go to the gas station today. Charlie’s gon’ drop me off, then he has to go to town and get some things.” She walks over to grab her sun hat which hung on the wall, and continued,

“Thomas’ gonna be out in the barn with them cows while we’re away, one of ‘em needs a hoof trim so he’s gon’ be a while. Can you stay inside ‘til we’re back? I don’t want to risk you gettin’ hurt by some weirdo or nothin’”

You follow her to the main entrance, you felt compelled to ask,

“Shouldn’t I just stay outside with Tommy?”

Luda Mae is now already opening the door, Charlie is honking the horn in the distance to push her along,

“I just wanna be sure you’re safe hun, it’s mighty boring watchin’ a man shave a hoof down, n’ it takes forever to do.” She opens the door to leave but turns and says some final words,

“Every door in this house is locked, as soon as I close this one make sure to lock it and check the door you came in as well. If you’re in the house at least I know you won’t be messed with. I’ll be back in a few hours hun.”

She shut the door and ran to the idling truck while Charlie reamed her out for taking so long. You lock the door as she asked, and head to the kitchen to lock the back door as instructed. You sigh and look out the window at Tommy who was pushing one of the cows’ legs into the holster to prop it up for the trim -I guess I can go to my room and read for a bit-. When you entered your room, you noticed a bit of dust floating in the air, you decide to open the window to let fresh air inside. You went over to one of the bookshelves in the room and picked out a book you never got to finish from high school titled ‘Island of the Blue Dolphins’.

You lay down on your bed to start the book from the first chapter, each sentence reminded you of the past. The book took you out of your head and into someone else’s world, a story from history retold. As you continued to read you grew tired, your eyelids became heavy and before you could put the book down, you were out like a light.

Tommy was still working on the cow, he was gentle and sliced thin sheets off the keratinous layer keeping in mind the comfort level of the cow. He was at it for over an hour, he decided the cow had enough and deserved to take a break. He unhooked the leg and brought the cow out to the pasture with the others, he watched as it happily bounced away to go find a moist patch of grass to munch on. He missed you, and wanted to check in to see what you were up to and get a glass of water while he was inside.

Tommy unlocked the door to the kitchen and poured himself some water which he guzzled down in an instant, as he filled the cup again, he called out to you but there was no answer; Finishing the next glass of water, Tommy went to look for you, calling your name as he moved through each room, but there was never an answer. He felt a chill go up his spine and began searching more frantically, loudly yelling out to you in hopes you were on another floor. He went to your room and knocked on the door, no answer.

Tommy opened the door and looked around the room, he saw your bed was messed up and the window was wide open. You were gone. He screamed for you, running all over the house in case he was wrong about his assumptions but each room he checked was met with dead silence and no one to see. He ran outside, the barn was the first place to look, nothing. He ran to the wheat field, searched around each corner including inside the silo, nothing. He looked in the car graveyard, opening the doors and trunks, searching under the cars, nothing. The final place was the pond, he ran as quick as possible, he looked through the trees and all around the surrounding forest, he searched the dock and the water, nothing again.

Tommy felt like his world was collapsing in on him, he couldn’t find you anywhere, you were taken from him and he wasn’t there to stop it, he was brimming with rage at his failure to protect you.  Now that you were missing, Tommy was hell bent on finding you, he would search to the ends of the earth if he had to, he won’t stop until you are in his arms again.

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You woke up in a dark room, it was lit dimly with old string lights. The ceiling and walls of the room were made of dirt, like they had been dug into by a shovel, the walls were reinforced by wood beams that the string of the lights would loop around. You felt exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open and your vision was going in and out of blurriness. You felt like you were laying down on a hard surface, it was cold in this place, -am, I dreaming? Where am I?- You were too exhausted to panic, when you tried to lift your arm to rub your eyes, you realize you couldn’t, you were unable to move your whole body, the best you could manage was just curling your toes or twitching your fingers.

You groan to see if you could speak, you were able to squeak out a noise thankfully. You hear footsteps coming towards where you lay, a smell follows when the footsteps drew close, body odor, really bad body odor. You push out some words,

“Hhhwho, whos…there?” it was weak but audible.

You hear the footsteps come close to you, a chuckle rattles into your ears, someone walks up to your side and looks down at you, their face is too blurry to make out, they speak,

“Nice o’ you t’wake up.”

The voice was familiar, but you struggled to think of the person it reminded you of, you squeeze out another question,

“Hhhh…hhhwho?”

The person kneels down and gets really close to your face, its Dover. You grumble and try to move to get away but he laughs as you struggle.

“Recognize me now dontcha bitch?” his words were pointed, he continues to speak,

“Finally caught ya when those freaks went away. They fucked up muh dang fire and now yer still alive. I intend t’change that.”

You squirm, tears start to roll from your eyes, -why can’t I move? Please let this just be a bad dream- you blink frantically, feeling like if you could just push yourself then somehow you could get out of there. Dover goes over to a shelf area and grabs some ropes, he comes back to you and starts tying your arms and legs down,

“I drugged ya while y’slept in yer nice cushy bed at the Hewitt house.” He ties your hands together and attached the rope to a pole that was behind you,

“Im gon’ wait ‘till it wears off so y’can get the full effect of what I’m gonna put ya through. Payback fer Tilly just up and givin’ everythin’ away t’some whore from Canada.” He ties your feet together and lifts you so you sit upright against the dirt wall next to were you lay.

He walked away and disappeared around the corner, all you could do was cry, as time passed you started to gain your movement back and were finally able to speak. You didn’t remember anything other than falling asleep in your bed with the book, you felt like you were in a waking nightmare. You tried to scream out for help, calling each of the Hewitt’s names in case either of them could hear you, tears streaming down your face as you yelled.

Dover returned, he mocked your screaming and crying and laughed when you stopped, he looked worse than usual, his beard had grown in and was yellowing already, he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in forever. You try to free yourself from your bonds but they were so tight it just cut into your skin the more you struggled, you look up at him as he stood over you, smirking, you ask,

“Why are you doing this?!”

He tilts his head back to chuckle to himself, then says,

“I deserve some fun b’fore I take up the deed to Tilly’s property, I earned it.”

You respond,

“Where did you go after the fire? And where the fuck am I?”

He kneels down to you, his rank smell overwhelming your senses,

“When I saw the fuckin’ Hewitts drivin’ up I had t’run, so I made my way out to an abandoned lot n’ dug this hole so’s I be able t’kill ya without no one knowin’ where I was.” He looked around and continued,

“Seems it worked. Oh, y’can scream all ya want here, no one’s gon’ hear ya.” He cackled and walked over to the table where he got the ropes from,

“Y’see, Im gon’ take pleasure in fuckin’ ya up. Maybe after I kill ya, I’ll give yer body t’the Hewitts, so they can eat it.”

You hang your head down, the tears dripping onto your legs,

“What the hell are you talking about? Just let me go! If you let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone, please!” you had to choke past your tears to speak, you were so scared of what was coming next, you continue to plead,

“Please let me go, please, I don’t want to die.”

Dover just laughs at you, he turns away from the table and is holding a knife, he inspects the edge of it with his thumb as he walks over to you,

“Y’think I’m stupid? I know If I let y’go, those cannibals’ll be after me.” He kneels down and starts to cut away your shirt exposing your bra,

“Y’gon be mighty uncomfortable in the cold down here. Ain’t no comfort comin’ t’ya. While yer awake and alive, you might as well know the truth ‘bout the freaks you lived with.”

You cut in, “What?”

He smirks and continues to tear away the rest of your shirt,

“Those Hewitts, used t’eat people back b’fore the orchard grew. The economy was down, real bad, everyone left town fer greener pastures. Not them though, those dumb fucks wouldn’t leave their big fancy house. Once the food went out n’ deliveries stopped, the animals starved n’ stopped producin’, they ate what animals were left ‘til there was none.” He looked up past his brows at you,

“That’s when they started eatin’ people. Travellin’ folks would be picked off when they came in town fer gas, killed ‘em all n’ cooked ‘em up fer dinner. That big retard one did most of the killin’, he’d slaughter ‘em all then butcher the bodies fer the meat. He’s evil with how many he killed.”

You just sat still, eyes wide,

“How do you know all this? Why didn’t they kill you?”

He ran the knife up your arm, tracing the tip over your skin, he said,

“I used t’be the one deliverin’ gas to the station, only reason they had a fuckin’ store t’begin with. Then when Tilly came round, she hired me on t’start up the orchard. She paid me t’keep quiet. None of it matters now anyway, I’m gon’ report them to the sherriff, and blame them fer ya dyin’”

You yell at him, “What makes you think they won’t hunt you down after I’m dead?”

He laughs,

“They ain’t gon’ get the chance, the sherriff’ll be called b’fore I leave this hole after I’m done with ya”

You start screaming again, as loud as you could just in case any of the Hewitts were nearby. Dover slaps you across the face,

“Save yer screams fer when the fun starts.”

The sting from his slap was panful, you already felt dizzy from the drugs he injected into you wearing off, the slap just made it all worse. You try to struggle again, hoping to possibly get loose form the rope, Dover was now cutting away at your shorts laughing at your efforts to escape,

“Struggle all ya want whore, yer never getting’ out of those knots.”

You curse at him,

“You fucking evil pig, what are you planning?”

He tears away the cloth from your shorts, now exposing your underwear, the chill of the room now giving your skin goosebumps, you feel so cold you shiver. He says,

“I’m gonna take y’apart, piece by piece.” He laughs to himself as he gets up to grab something off the table again.

You wriggle your hands back and forth; you start to feel the rope loosen so you continue steadily wriggling to help loosen it more. You watch Dover to make sure he still has his back turned, you were able to get your hands free, you start to untie your feet while watching Dover. You were able to loosen the rope on your feet and quickly placed your hands back to where they were, holding the rope with them so he didn’t know they were untied, he turned around and had a larger knife with him now.

He came and squatted down to look over your body, he touched your leg and ran his calloused hand up your thigh,

“Don’t know where t’start.” He said as he looked over your legs.

He placed the knifes edge on your collarbone, he pressed in and you winced in pain, he started laughing maniacally, his eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back with glee. Just as he exposed his neck, you punched him right in the Adams apple and he fell backward choking. He dropped the knife to his side as he held his throat, you picked it up and plunged it into his calf, it penetrated and sliced through his muscle and poked through the other side, he clenched his calf with his hands as he choked, trying to catch his breath.

You removed the rope fully from your feet and ran out of the area, you turned the corner and found a doorway made of scrap metal, you fling the door open and start running, barely able to see in front of you. The pathway was at an incline upwards, it led you to a dead end, you looked around for a door and spotted a ladder, you looked up and saw a wooden latch door. You frantically climbed the ladder and pushed up on the door, it opened up to a field with extremely tall grass, you were almost fully out of the hole when you felt a tug at your foot, Dover was behind you pulling you down, it made you fall to the ground above the latch door and he began to drag you into the hole, you screamed as loud as you could.

You were almost pulled in again but you landed a swift kick to Dover’s face with your free foot, he grunted in pain and fell backward into the hole, letting go of your foot. You closed the latch door and ran as fast as you could through the grass, you didn’t know where you were but you knew you needed to put distance between you and him. The sky was dark, it was already nightfall, you were grateful for the heat, it was warming your cold, exposed body. You snuck your way through the grass, being careful to not leave an obvious trail for Dover to find you. You hear his laugh,

“Im gon’ find you bitch! You can’t hide from me!” His words resonated loudly, he was nearby.

You crouch down low and quiet your movements to try and hide in the grass as best you could. You hear him shuffling haphazardly as he floundered around the brush. He was getting closer; you quietly move yourself to a denser area of the field and kneel down as low as possible. You listened for him, his footsteps were inching closer to you, you could hear his heavy breathing and sat as still and quiet as possible when you saw his legs through the strands of vegetation surrounding you,

“Come out lil’ piggy, I’m gonna getcha” he called out for you in a sing-song way, sounding even more unhinged than before.

He was now right next to where you were, you hitched your breath and lowered yourself further into the grass hoping for the best. After a few seconds of just hearing his heavy breathing, he moved on. You waited for a good minute and then when you couldn’t hear his movements again, you quietly snuck away. You continued moving in the same direction, hoping it was going to at least get you to a road, you raised your head above the grass slightly to see where you should go, a forest could be seen in the distance so you made your way towards that, now running as fast as you could.

Just when you reached the edge of the forest you felt your hair pulled back roughly, it made you fall backward and you yelped in pain.

“Gotcha!” he shouted with glee.

Dover dragged you closer to him by your hair, you scratched and clawed at his hand to release your hair. You were at his feet now, he let go of your hair and stood over top of you, he placed his foot on your stomach and stood onto you, you yelled out for help with your last inhalation. He kept applying pressure, now making it hard for you to breathe in, you punched his leg as hard as you could but this just made him laugh loudly. He dropped himself on top of your body, he placed his legs on your arms to prevent you from moving, you gasp for air and let out another scream.

Dover punches your face, you yell in pain and feel dizzy again, his hands are now around your neck squeezing your throat. In this moment, you feel helpless, you can’t squirm enough to get him off of you and now the blood is unable to get to your brain causing you to slowly slip into darkness. As the world around you begins to fade, you hear a low rumbling, like the growl of a wolf. The pressure from your neck is gone and there’s no one on your body, as the blood starts rushing back into your brain you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as you roll over onto your front.

The sound you heard was no wolf, it was the revving of an engine, a small engine, a chainsaw.

Next chapter-

[mpregandproud]

Isaac II (Part 8)

Isaac started to remove his clothes immediately, though when he had only his underwear left on he stopped abruptly. “Are you sure you want this? You're not even due yet honey, do you really want me to speed all this up for you?” he asked. “Get these kids out of me now, I can't take it anymore! I've been in excruciating pain for three days now and I know I'm in labor, but it's not progressing because of whatever. I've been through this five times already, so I know very well what I'm asking you. Induce my labor, I need it now”, I yelled desperately.

Telling him this was enough for Isaac to get on with his task of inducing my labor. He pulled off my underwear and pushed me violently so that I fell onto the bed. He put his hand on my milk-filled breast and made me fall face up on the mattress. I stretched out my arm to tightly grip the headboard of the bed. He pulled off his underwear revealing his huge erection and climbed onto the bed getting on his knees. “Here we go, let's bring these four kids into the world!” he said to me with his charming smile and a look of mischief befitting a teenager who knows he is about to do some mischief.

He spread my legs, allowing him free access to my private parts. With the size of my belly it's impossible to see what this man is about to do down there, but let him do it already, my imagination will already put the images in my head.

Isaac bent down and took my penis in his mouth. He was able to get it all the way in. A tremor of genuine pleasure ran like a current through every millimeter of my body. The babies began to move at an accelerated pace. Kicking and punching inside me. Isaac kept thrusting my manly member in and out of his mouth.

When I cum for the first time, Isaac sat up and began to slowly kiss my right leg. He started at my crotch and worked his way down to my feet. He repeated this on my left leg. The babies wouldn't stop, I had a rugby game going on inside me, and this had only just begun.

He took my right leg with his hands and put it on his shoulder, and the same with his left leg. He put his right hand on my belly. “These here are begging for action”, said the scoundrel of him, letting out a little laugh afterwards. With my legs up he grabbed his penis and slowly pushed it inside me. Centimeter by centimeter he pushed his huge cock in. I was panting and sweating, the babies wouldn't give me a single second of respite, and neither would my husband. He kept pushing his cock in again and again and again, harder and harder. I had to take my other hand off my belly and hold on to the headboard with both hands to cushion the force with which Isaac was pushing into me.

He cum once, twice, three times, four times. I can't count the number of times I came between the pleasure my husband was giving me and how excited I was that the boys wouldn't stop inside me.

When Isaac finished he pulled his penis out and immediately followed it with a river of a liquid that came out of me. “My water broke, they're coming, Isaac, you did great, but go get some towels, they're not going to wait!” I yelled.

Isaac came out of the room without wasting a second, opened the door running to get towels from the bathroom. I got up and got on all fours on the bed to start giving birth. I rested my arms on the headboard of the bed and felt the urge to push. I couldn't stop sweating and my body demanded my strength. I started screaming from the pain. Isaac came back and the first thing he did was scream out of fright. “You can see the head already, Dan's here!” he said it as he stood behind me to pick up the boy when he came out.

Ten minutes it took me to deliver the first of the four boys. I don't know what Isaac did but I don't remember with my previous deliveries the first child being so easy to get out. Andrew was already here. A boy who weighed 12 pounds and was the spitting image of me.

Isaac picked him up and handed him to me to breastfeed, but before I got there I started screaming from the pain again. “Forget about it, the next one is coming. Fuck, they won't even give me a second's rest”, I complained. If the first one was really fast, the second one was a real record. In only five minutes I was crying my eyes out.

It is clear that the third and fourth have more patience than their older brothers to come to our house. So I took advantage of this moment to breastfeed Andrew and Adrian, the first boys of this new litter. If the first one was a copy of me, the second one was just like Isaac, his spitting image.

After fifteen minutes of recess I had a terrible contraction, and my body went on alert again, the third offspring was about to come. I could tell that those previous minutes he was gathering strength because the bastard of him, the biggest I had ever given birth to, didn't stop for a second. He started pushing from the inside and ripped me open. If the neighbors on the other side of the neighborhood hadn't heard about a man giving birth on their street they would have with the third child. The pain was somewhat unbearable, and without being in the hospital I can't relieve it with an epidural. At what point did I ask Isaac to go all out in his efforts to speed up my labor?

“Come on, honey, you're doing phenomenal,” Isaac encouraged me. Half an hour of pushing and I finally delivered Jon, Isaac's fifteenth child that I have given birth to. This child has really exhausted me. Without the strength to sit up in bed, Isaac helped me to lie down for a moment to regain my energy. In the meantime I started to breastfeed Jon. He lived up to his size, because he drank with a eagerness and strength that in 20 years of parenthood I had never seen. “This boy has come out to you, Isaac, he sucks me with an incredible passion,” I would be exhausted, but I always have a little bit of energy left for a racy joke.

After another short break came the final push, the last push. Luckily, Jon opened me up so wide that it took Michael two minutes to come out since the contractions started again. From the most complicated labor to the easiest. That's life, unpredictable.

Finally, two hours of labor, blood, sweat and tears later, I finally have my four boys by my side. I am exhausted, but there is nothing to match the feeling of giving birth, nothing compares. And I've been through this with 21 children, no more, no less. More than one for every year of my relationship with Isaac.

We melted into an embrace, skin against skin, with our four children in bed sleeping. The fruit of our love. Our family was definitely complete with Andrew, Adrian, Jon and Michael, four boys who will soon become uncles too. That's the magic of our family, it just keeps growing.

Go to Part 9

[nochukoo97]

Bet gone wrong

Pairing: Jungkook x oc

Summary: you regret placing a bet on a math question with your boyfriend, not knowing how much of a math genius he was.

Warnings: oc cries, but jungkook is soo soft with her after that, apologetic gguk, happy ending 😊

Word count: 1.2k

Your boyfriend was an avid fan of horror movies and thriller shows, you on the contrary, were beyond terrified of anything related to the dark and horror. Every time the two of you had movie nights, you would beg Jungkook not to watch another one of his jumpscare, horrifying, absolutely petrifying, made-you-almost-cry shows that he had a strong passion for. However, tonight was different…

“Come on! Kook please!” you plead to your stubborn boyfriend who did not want to hear your cries. “But baby, the bet was that the winner gets anything they want, it’s only fair!” your boyfriend argues back, as he turns on the TV and switches to his Netflix account. You groan into his shirt as you continue to ramble on about changing to another genre, one that is not so…. life threatening…

Normally, putting bets on random things was a very common practice between you and Jungkook, it simply made normal mundane things more fun for the both of you. However, this bet in particular made you regret bringing it up that afternoon…

“Kook! Wanna bet?” you run up to your boyfriend as he was busy squinting through his reading glasses, typing out something on his laptop. Jungkook peared from the laptop at you, cocking his eyebrow in question. “I bet that you won’t be able to solve this maths question my professor gave me today, he said it was many grades above our level, and so far I have not made any progress besides three equations!” Having said that, you push the piece of paper over to your boyfriend whose attention is now diverted to the long maths question that took up half of your A4 paper. As he scans the question, he looks back at you for a second and says, “First, what’s the reward?” Oh poor you, here's where you went absolutely wrong, “Anything. I’ll do anything you want.”

To your horror, you watch as Jungkook skims through the question with ease, scribbling down god knows how many numbers and finishing the question in less than five minutes. Your mouth gapes as you see the answer written down, “135”, and as you recall, the answer was indeed 135. How did your boyfriend just solve the question you’ve been spending all day attempting, in under five minutes? You have no clue, but also have no time to think about that before Jungkook cockily says, “My reward is that you have to watch the latest horror show with me”

A wide grin spreads onto your boyfriend's face as you begin to whine in desperation. No way were you going to watch another horror movie after the last time Jungkook had to follow you everywhere you went because you were so scared to death from that stupid clown show he had made you watch, saying it was not scary at all. Jungkook was a big fat liar.

“Babe! Please I’ll do anything else please please ....” You continue to whine and tug at his shirt as he just ruffles your hair in an attempt to soothe you. Obviously that would not work when your mind was going crazy on thinking about the number of jumpscares you were going to face in this so called “enjoyable” show, as said by your boyfriend. “Come on! Trust me this is not as bad as ‘It’! Plus, you have a strong muscular boyfriend to protect you!” Jungkook tries to reason, as he clicks play on the video.

After a few minutes, you peak out from your boyfriend's chest, watching a little of the show here and there. It’s actually not so bad. You thought. Or so you thought. Because as the girl was walking through the abandoned house, a huge gnarly monster jumped out from a dark corner, causing your heart to drop, and a high-pitched scream to erupt from the depths of your throat. Upon seeing your reaction, Jungkook laughs quietly at his girlfriend, not thinking much about it. However, you buried your head in his chest, attempting to make yourself forget about the jumpscare.

You aren’t sure if it's the stress from college, or the fact that you barely got any sleep the previous night, or if you just were not prepared for this and got absolutely scared to your wits from the jumpscare, but without warning, you feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes, as you hide your face in Jungkook’s chest.

Your boyfriend doesn’t think much about it, only rubbing your back, offering some comfort before going back to watch the horrifying show. Not until he feels his t-shirt slowly getting wet, and feeling warm stains run through his shirt, causing some parts to stick to his skin. Immediately he pauses the show, and the silence fills the air, until he hears small sniffles and hiccups coming from you, slightly trembling in his grasp.

“Oh my goodness, baby, baby, are you okay?” Jungkook softly says with worry in his voice. “Baby I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry” He rambles out as he tries to search for your face. However, you begin to realise that breathing has now become a struggle for you as your breaths increase in speed and your mind fills up with anxiety and fear to the point you could not think straight. “Oh shit, oh shit baby nonono” you hear your boyfriend now frantically saying. “It’s okay, just breathe for me yeah? Shh it’s okay slow and steady breaths okay?” He says as his hand begins tracing circles into your back.

Your sobs slowly die down to sniffles and hiccups as you finally remove your face from your boyfriend’s chest. Jungkook holds your chin as he searches your face with worried eyes. He pecks your forehead, then your nose, and says, “Baby I’m so so sorry it was my mistake I shouldn’t have forced you if you were really uncomfortable I’m so sorry my baby” He rambles on and on. By now, you’re feeling much better and so you chuckle a bit at how caring and concerned your boyfriend was being.

“It’s okay koo, I’m fine now.” you say as you lean into Jungkooks face, connecting your lips and giving him a short kiss. Upon hearing your words, Jungkook sighs in relief and kisses your temple in apology. He switches the show on Netflix to the recent kdrama you two had been watching, 2521. You smile and whisper a “love you so much” in his ear as you snuggle closer to your boyfriend. Sensing that Jungkook still had some regret and sorrow for making you so worked up, you card your fingers through his hair, pecking his lips and staring lovingly into his eyes.

The two of you spent the rest of the night binge-watching the series and you did not feel scared at all with Jungkook holding you in his arms the whole time.

note: helloooo another one shot! i am soo bored so im uploading so much! i just write and post write and post HAHHAA but its so fun!

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Please Tanco, can you tell us about Honeybee Dabi's backstory?

I didn't proofread this and it's 2am! If there are mistakes we kindly advert our eyes!! TW: Past torture, past sexual assault, for the most part none of this is in graphic detail, but yeah, there's some sad and dark shit in there. (I had to put a space between every bullet because Tumblr wouldn't recognize each one as its own text block otherwise, oops)

So Honeybees live in hives when they're growing up, and like adolescent succubi/incubi, the older members of their hive take care of them by bringing back energy from their feedings to give to the younger ones. When Dabi was twelve, he picked a fight with one of his hivemates who was set to become the next leader of their group, because he was thought to be too sickly and too bad at talking to others to be able to be in that position of power. Instead of just getting a stern talking to, or sent out of the hive, one of the older members decided they didn't want to risk him finding a new hive and taking over there and eventually coming back to oust their new leader while he was still developing, so he arranged for Dabi to be taken through the rift by Signetworks. 

Signetworks was a company that is an offshoot of a bigger corporation that has been around since before The Great Ascension. They had the capital and ability to gather more and more demons for study throughout the Ascension and wanted to experiment on them to figure out how to kill demons, how to weaponize/control them, how to use their abilities for humanity's gain, and how to contain them. They got most of their early test subjects by making underhanded deals with other demons who wanted their competition gone so they could have an easier time of progressing their own goals. 

So Dabi was sold off to this company at 12 and they did a lot of horrible things to him for many years. All because he was a rowdy kid. He never got over that, and never lost his attitude no matter how badly he was hurt. The marking across his body would have developed anyway once he was deeper in puberty, but one of the tests they ran was to try and harvest the bioluminescent cells from his tissue that resulted in a lot of pain and made the markings form in the blown-out irregular shapes that they are in now. 

The worst of all of the things that Signetworks ever did to him was when he was just finishing his transition into adulthood and his wings had finally finished emerging from his back. They didn't know how to handle a demon with wings like his. Most other demonic species who have wings tend to have bat wings or bird wings, and bat wings can be broken, and bird wings can be clipped, which tended to be their go-to. But Dabi's outer wings were hard shells, and they didn't have the anatomy that they were used to dealing with. So one day when Dabi was deliriously hungry and they sent in someone to feed him, they had him face down, and when his wings flared involuntarily, they tried to cut them off at the roots. It didn't work immediately, so they called in other people to hold them open as different tools were brought to try and carve them off of his back, but even though it hurt, he bled, and his skin was torn open badly, they couldn't actually find any human tool that could cut through the bone and inner connective tissue to sever them from his back. 

They kept his wings restrained for the rest of the time he was trapped with them, and when he was eventually freed, he was half feral, terrified of humans, mistrusting of other demons, and horribly malnourished with extreme trauma around eating. He nearly died before the people responsible for holding him until whatever the situation with Signetworks was managed to work out what to do with the demons they'd liberated, figured out that he could consume semen without having to be actively involved in the production of it. 

When everything with Signetworks went to court, both on the mortal plane and the infernal one, Dabi was given the choice to stay in the human realm or go back to the demonic one. He stayed on Earth because the demon who had traded him had somehow side-stepped any and all responsibility over the incident. He didn't want to go back and be cleaned up like a loose end.

Since he stayed with humans, humans assigned him a counselor to help him deal with all of that trauma, which ended up being Atsuhiro. He's been working with Dabi for six years, and after just six months, and far before Dabi was ready for it, it was decided that he would have to become a functioning member of society if he wanted to stay on this plane. He had no skills, was too jumpy to do anything, and didn't know what else to do, so when Ambrosia Cosmetics came and offered him a job, he felt like he didn't have any choice but to say 'yes'. (Dabi also met Toga going in and out of Atsuhiro's practice. She's a half-demon that her family hates because she was born of an affair, though it's unclear if an incubus impersonated her mother's husband or if she just straight up cheated, either way, she's not having a good time for entirely different reasons. She's the one who gave Dabi the firefly plush that he keeps in his apartment.)

He found out early on that whatever Signetworks did to him, made him produce way, way more venom and honey than the average bee, and that him being a good producer is all that the company cared about. He could make his demands and mostly get what he wanted so long as he was the best producer. But Ambrosia always pushed at his boundaries. He would always just be struggling to get by with a pollinator, not ever actually enjoying his meals because he never had any guarantee that they would actually listen to him or be able to control themselves when his hyper-potent venom got into their systems. Sometimes they would be okay for a while, but eventually they always got to a point where they would want to fuck him in a position he didn't like, or grab at him in a way that was too similar to what would happen when he was a prisoner, and he wouldn't be able to get them away from him fast enough for his instincts to not rear up and have him lashing out. 

He kept Atsuhiro on to try and get better about all of that, which is definitely part of the reason Ambrosia didn't give him the boot, but he never seemed to be doing better fast enough. He still tried though, making friends with the half-demon security guy who made his door a little more in his control for the first time in his life. He tried to do his job and be good. But it was hard, it sucked, and he never lost his attitude because he was constantly terrified that if he broke down the way he could feel sitting on the edge of his nerves, that he would fall apart and never be able to put himself back together again. 

Then in comes Tomura who kind of gave him the same measured, calm vibes as Atsuhiro, but different in the sense that he didn't hesitate to take control of the situation, tell him off for his attitude, and then demand in the most gentle way for Dabi to just let himself let go. He gave him his venom and he didn't turn mean, he didn't stop checking in or stop listening to him, he didn't hurt him, didn't abandon him when he started to fall apart. He just stayed and stayed kind. He took care of him, feeding him, made sure that he was alright, never moved too fast. It was easy to latch onto him, just for a little while, just until he got mean. 

But he stayed that good to him over time, and by the end of the first month that they were paired together, Dabi admitted that he could never fully relax and enjoy himself at the farm because he knew he wasn't ever really safe or in private there. At any moment, even with his extra lock, someone could just barge in. There were cameras to make sure that he wasn't going to kill anyone after his past incidents, he only ever got to leave the facility to go see Atsuhiro for his therapy, and the company didn't even like letting him do that. They tried to get him to switch to a therapist they hired, and when he wouldn't, they only let him go in a company car that had a very tight schedule so he could never go anywhere after his sessions and had to be stressed out the entire time he was there that he might go over. 

Tomura didn't tell him that this wasn't his business, that he didn't care about that stuff as long as Dabi was still a warm hole to fuck, he heard him, said 'They can't treat you like that', and by the end of the week had gotten Dabi a cellphone so he could call for cabs on his own, made sure that Dabi could actually see and more easily access the money that he was making from selling his honey, had gotten permission for them to go off-site for their sessions, and had... given him a key so that he could come to Tomura's apartment when he wanted to be somewhere else for a while. He'd apologized because he knew that wasn't exactly private, but he did have a guest room with a lock on the door, and he wouldn't ever, ever open it, not unless Dabi told him he could or the building was actively on fire or collapsing. 

Dabi essentially moved in as soon as he did that, and by the end of the second month, Tomura listened to him again when he said he didn't want to be doing the work he was for Ambrosia. He didn't ask what he would do instead, didn't demand that he have a new job, didn't threaten to kick him out, he just listened, promised that he would keep listening if Dabi thought this over and wanted to talk it out, and told him that he loved him. He didn't know that all he had to do to leave was write a letter. But he looked up how to as soon as his lover was out the door and wrote it. He called up Shuichi and Toga to help him get his shit together, and by the end of the day, he had all of his boxes in Tomura's spare room.

In a few more months, Dabi will be selling his honey to some club his lover used to go to, only when he feels like it, Tomura will still be sweet to him, and there will be a moth plush sitting on their bookshelf alongside his firefly. In a year Dabi will manage to tell Tomura that he loves him. In three, he'll be able to let Tomura fuck him from behind with his lips pressed against the scars that are carved into his back. 

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 18

Finnick x Y/N

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Ahhh I love the wedding part

Content Warnings - None :)

You wake up to find yourself in the extra bed in Finnick’s room, your memories continue to flood back in. Why did you think asking Peeta would be a good idea? Why didn’t you listen to Finnick when he said you shouldn’t ask?

He notices you are awake and brings you a glass of water.

“Is that why you don’t want to sleep with me?” you ask him. He looks back at you with sad eyes.

“I didn’t want to trigger you,” he replied. “Once I realized you didn’t remember it felt wrong to. I couldn’t do that with you knowing you were in the dark about what had previously happened, but at the same time I knew that not reminding you was the better option.”

“I don’t know if it would trigger me,” you admit. “I don’t want it to but I’m scared it might. And what if I trigger your memories too?”

Finnick sighs as he sits down next to you. “Then we will just have to work through them together.”

“Together,” you smile.

The day of your fake wedding quickly arrives. You had been staying in Finnick’s room since your breakdown because your doctor agreed it was best for you. Finnick still had to carry sedative but he hasn’t had to use it.

You are quickly whisked off to Katniss’ room to get ready. Your fear of touch is somewhat back but having the prep team verbally explain to you what they’re doing before they touch you made it bearable.

They worked quickly, keeping your makeup simple and leaving your hair down and in its natural texture. The look was so different than a traditional capital look. You loved it. They even covered up the scar on your face, giving you a gentler look.

When you finished putting on your dress, you exit the bathroom to find Mags standing there with tears in her eyes.

“Mags!” you gasp, running to the woman and pulling her into a hug. Last you had heard she was in hiding in District 4.

“The rebels were able to fly her out last night,” Effie explains as she watches your reunion. “She wanted to be here for your fake special day.”

“Beautiful,” Mags mumbles as she touches your face. Thank goodness your makeup was waterproof.

You clutched her arm tightly as if she may disappear at any moment. You hadn’t hugged her since before the incident nor had you really spoken to her since. Despite your recent setback, you were making progress.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” you ask her and she eagerly nods her head. The prep team hands you your shoes to put on and you finish getting ready, eager for the practice run of something you hope to do for real in the future.

Walking down the aisle felt surreal. Why were you so nervous for a fake wedding? You told yourself it was because of the cameras and let Mags continue to walk you towards Finnick.

Finnick looked stunning in Peeta’s old suit. His hair was also kept in its natural texture and his face was makeup free. Mags gave him a kiss on the hand as she handed you to him.

The ceremony was a traditional District 13 one. Plutarch had asked if you wanted to incorporate any District 4 traditions but you both said no, wanting to save them for a real wedding.

District 13 does not do vows. For them, marriage is more of a formality than a romantic occasion. Finnick and you stand there facing each other as the officiant reads off District 13’s proclamation of marriage. When the reading is done, you lean in for a kiss.

Your first public kiss with Finnick garnered cheers and cries from the crowd. Never in a million years did you ever think you would be able to love so publicly, not with Snow’s threats looming over your heads. Something about this felt so right, and you promised yourself that after the war you would marry Finnick; for real.

The reception was beautiful. Effie had picked a colorful array of flowers to decorate the hall with and Peeta had made you a wonderful cake. You spent the evening dancing with Finnick and chatting with the attendees. Eventually the event winded down and Plutarch thanked you for the footage.

The deal was done. You could now officially live with Finnick.

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[reqxxyt]

all those years ago

pairings: carlos s. x f!reader

warnings: breakup, attempting at writing angst, alcohol consumption

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“Can I have another drink?” Became your phrase that night. That and “no. I have a boyfriend” the last one being a lie now. You had just left your now ex-boyfriend's house, filled with angst and a rupturing heart. You had already finished your crying secession in the car not too long ago and rage phase as you pounded against the wheel believing it would help, up until you finally resorted to your old and now only friend: alcohol.

You were never much of a drinker, maybe having a couple of sips every other week when you and Carlos decided to ‘live a little’. That was until you met your long-term boyfriend who hated you going out with Carlos and forced a break in the friendship, but you were blinded back then, allowing him to do what he pleased. Because you believed he was perfect. You would do anything for him. 

He had isolated you. Put you into his own hands until he let you go to find his next lover. Now you held nothing, just yourself and a couple of contacts that wanted nothing to do with you.

Your fingers ran themselves at the rim of the cup with the music (that in no way is good for your hearing) wanting to make you crawl into a small space. Biting your lower lip, allowing all loud thoughts to be consumed and drowned down by the noise. 

“Excuse me-“ a soft voice behind you said, you hadn’t recognized it immediately so you said your new catchphrase. 

“I have a boyfriend” Your voice held a bored tone before fully turning only hearing the laugh that once made your teen heart swing. You almost choked on your drink, now fully turning to see Carlos with a warm smile, his typical one that would brighten your own. 

“Already told” he joked, putting his hands up in mock defense before sitting on the stool next to you while you sat stunned. How he got better looking the last year, you’ll always wonder. 

“How have you been?” you asked awkwardly, not sure how to approach a conversation. It felt strange, not being able to normally speak to him when all those previous nights you couldn’t shut up around him. He gave you a strange look, trying to analyze your features before finally spotting the red eyes that got puffier as the night progressed. 

“Are you alright y/n?” his voice filled with concern as he tried to reach his hand out but you quickly took it from his grasp making him back down, completely confused about what happened. After a minute of silence, he made a move to leave thinking you wanted to be alone and that's when you decided to break the news to him, no longer needing to keep it a secret,

“He broke up with me” was the first time you said it out loud, voice cracking at the words. His face turned to make eye contact with your own, filled with sympathy while yours were holding back tears, sniffling. His eyebrows furrowed, bringing you into his embrace and you broke down the second you felt his hold, tears streamed down not feeling any guilt for wetting his shirt as he soothed your back whispering sweet words. 

You never cried much, especially in front of Carlos. You hated the look of worry on his face, the only emotion you allowed to display in front of him was a smile. You’ve only cried in front of him twice: when your cat died, his name was Sparkles and he passed on Christmas day and he had comforted you all night, promising to never leave you. The second being when your mom tragically passed at a young age. 

He found you crying at you local park, that was the first time you two met. It was almost like your mom brought him to you, not as a replacement but a caregiver, because thats what he did. He cared so much for you, needing to do anything for you to keep the corners of your lips to curve upwards, showing you were okay. 

After you had finally finished, separating your head from his neck now realizing how much you had just wet his shirt, whispered an apology but he seemed to not care at the moment, wiping away the tears that remained. 

“Let’s leave, you shouldn’t be here” he suggested mentioning your surroundings and you only nodded as he slowly guided you to his car with minimal contact to ensure you two wouldn’t separate. The entire ride back was silent as you stared outside the window wondering to yourself where he was heading until he turned a familiar turn and finally realized he was driving to his place. 

“You don’t need to take me to your place,” you said softly, fiddling with your fingers and only sparing a glance. 

“Do you have anywhere you can go?” his question was not meant to sound harsh but your heart pained to realize you didn’t have anywhere else, you just shook my head and gave up trying to make him go anywhere else. Tears threatened to well up but you refused, blinking them away as you let out a shaky heavy breath. 

You stumbled outside the car, trying your best to walk normally but somehow the alcohol just started to hit your system making your knees wobbly as Carlos came to help you walk straight. You whispered a small apology and he only gave a response of reassurance, wrapping his arm around your waist instinctively. 

He didn’t mention the breakup once, you were the one who started it with a simple question of “Am I so unlovable?” as he tried to help you sit down on the bed of his guest room. He immediately stopped in his tracks, not sure whether to argue with you or let your drunk thoughts run but he refused to let the latter occur. 

“He’s a stupid guy that never should’ve had the chance to have you as his” He sat down next to you, and you only looked down at your lap. Carlos took a glance at your trembling hands, reaching his own soft ones to connect with your own, stopping them as he rubbed them smoothly. 

“I’m so sorry Carlos” this time for your loss of friendship and he immedietly understood, feeling the need to hold you the closest possible against, swearing he would do anything to make you feel just a little better. “I feel so stupid for ever letting him come between our friendship” 

Carlos’ heart pained at the sound of your broken voice, wanting, no, needing to do anything that will never make you sound like that. He only let out a soft “It's fine, you have me now” like you did all those years he's known you. 

You looked up at him, still feeling both your eyes and insides sting as he gave you soft eyes, only being able to spot them in the darkroom that’s only light source is the moon from the window made your head dizzy. You blinked, looking back down at your lap, going back to drown your thoughts that you believed where just from the alcohol. 

“You should get some rest,” Carlos said lifting a corner of his lips and telling himself to stop before doing anything stupid he will end up regretting. You just nodded, sparing another glance before looking away, laying down, and putting yourself in the covers. He adjusted the covers as your eyes slowly started to drift off and didn’t move a muscle till he heard your soft snores. 

“I should’ve asked you out all those years ago” 

[polaritiesoop]

Lemme just share here this one-shot? I guess? based on the what-if Scar was left in the SL server for way too long of a time? So yeah, its just Scar all on his own. Trapped in SL for some unforeseeable future. This is supposed to be prologue to a fic idea I have, but I don't know if I'll be able to write it in entirety really. BUT because this took me long to write, I want to share it regardless. Its nothing special. Just Angst. Hurt.... but is there comfort? Technically yes?

Title: Far From Home

Words: 5,000+

Scar is still trapped in the Secret Life Server. With nothing much to do but wait for a miracle to bring him home. But in the mean time, he fixes what he could fix, and tends to animals left on the server.

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And that was the last block placed.

Scar take steps back to survey his work. It looks right from what he could remember of the Heart Foundation. There wasn't much interior in it, right? It was just some big heart on the middle of an island filled with cherry wood leaves.  Not like Scar was a frequent visitor inside either.

But! ...this was the last structure to rebuild. He has done best on the terrain surrounding the Heart Foundation.  Truly can be called pink land at how cherry trees lined up the lake, its petals fluttering on the grass and on the rippling water.

Scar did his best. He never was the closest ally toward Tango, Big B, and Skizz in this server. He resented them. The first few people on his kill list. But they weren't the cruelest either.

This would be the prettiest place at night second after Lizzie's cute little cottage, which he thinks he can never give justice on rebuilding. Though Scar doesn't plan to stick around long for the night to come and see. He has all the time in the world after all.

Scar felt a peck on his cheeks he grew accustomed to along with little chirps and loud squawks near his ear. He looks at the parrot companions perched on his shoulders, a gray and a cyan parrot.

"Wouldn't this be a lovely home for you, Tango and Skizz?" Scar asked all jolly. A peck on his forehead caught his attention, crossing his eyes up to peak at the tilted head of a blue parrot. "And of course you too, Big B!" the blue parrot clambered on his palm. He chuckles at inquisitive looks it give toward the build. It mimics his words rather poorly.

Sinister as it is to call these parrots after the fallen members of the Heart Foundation. One of them...he personally killed. Sure. In his defense, he admits to it now, he did his best to bury what was left of Tango's body. Even burying him with his allies, though it took long to find BigB's and Skizz's body. He just couldn't think of better names when he visited the jungle yesterday, and he was busy making progress in rebuilding the Heart Foundation that he could only think of them, when he saw these three were the only parrots left, as far as he was aware, he plans to return later in hopes to find more.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to let the birds stay in here. They might adjust fine to the cherry wood trees! And Scar could always feed them seeds every day.

"What do you say, if you three stay here?" He asks again expecting a reply, somehow. He lays down some pumpkin seeds on the ground. The birds munch on them quickly. Big B, the parrot, stares at him oddly flapping its wings and squawking. As if trying to communicate, or so was his wishful thinking.

"You guys stay here. I'll come back tomorrow morning." They seem to understand the command, despite being only tamed yesterday. Man, he could be a zookeeper at how many animals he saved and bred! All bases had some animals left that he fed and provided with better areas to live. Scar could go crazy if all he did was rebuild, he had made it his personal mission in keeping the remaining animals in this server. Which came with some extensive farming too.

Scar does leave the Heart Foundation once he was finish surveying his work. The birds were not following him, so he felt comfortable at leaving them be.

Scar hops onto his camel. His petulant camel, he called Cheerio. Cheerio 2.0, he did lose his first camel but he found a camel egg at one of the chests at the abandoned bases of Gem and the Scotts.

"Cheerio, let's go!" Scar got what he would call an equivalent of an eye-roll before Cheerio lifts off the ground and she starts walking. Slowly.

Thus, a petulant camel.

"C'mon, you had plenty of grass to eat!" He pats at her neck, like a complaint she grunts. Horses and other steads would've been better but they weren't quite friendly when Scar tried to ride them. They still remembered their owners even though they seemed scattered about the server, most likely abadoned or forgotten. The best Scar did for them was to build stables, and lead their infuriating butts inside.

But Cheerio 2.0 feels familiar like an old friend that Scar cannot hate.

At the back of his mind, he wonders if any llamas were roaming the server.

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Just passing by Trader Scar's, he decided it would be better to leave Cheerio inside opting to walk the rest to the Jungle nearby.

The sun was nearly setting. The sky was on its red and orange hues. Usually Scar would avoid spending the night in a forest area. But today? he was feeling brave!

"Maybe not the best biome..." he thought to himself. The Jungle was green as ever, a creeper's favorite place, definitely. This biome is small, still imposing with its large trees. Scar could hear bugs, yet no birds at all.

He was starting to think it was a bust, it was not worth it, climbing vines peeking on the shades of trees and on the branches, or any signs of nests which last time led him on finding Tango, Skizz, and Big B.

His last resort was to climb the largest tree, trying to spot a different color other than green on the forest floor. Or spot anything moving below, there are green parrots too. The sun sinks beyond the horizon, the cold air was tell tale signs of mobs spawning soon. He should just return tomorrow morning.

"I should get outta here." Scar was about to climb down a vine when he heard a creeper hiss directly behind him. The man yelps and fell off, a flash of pain on his ankle caused him to yell and stay laid on the ground. He manages to realize just in time that the creeper was shuffling towards him. With all the force he could muster, the creeper died at a slash of his diamond sword. It vanishes into gunpowder.

He tries to catch his breathe before checking if he did not just sprained his ankle. To his relief, he could move it with minimal pain, "Oh man, atleast the worst did not happen." Scar laughs, "but it'll be faster to get back to spawn."

There was another hiss.

Scar scrambles to swing his sword behind him. Only not to see any creeper. He quickly turns to look around, but he saw nothing.

Hiss.

There was it again! But there weren't any creepers to see!

"Void, I must be going crazy, huh?" Scar lifts up his shield near his body. He could hear skeletons and spiders too, "serves me right for winning this stupid game."

"Stupid game."

Scar jumped at hearing those words behind him accompanied by a wicked laugh. It was a witch. He twisted to look and parry at an upcoming potion throw, ignoring the sting of pain on his ankle, only for him to be meet with ... nothing.

No large purple hats, no purple robes, no weird long flabby nose.

His pulse quickens and his body is shaken by a cold shiver, "What, what is going on?"

He felt something wet on his nape. Scar wonders if it was going to rain despite the clear skies. His palm wipes at whatever that wet feeling is.

What he sees on his finger pads at the moon light is... white and yellow.

His question is answered to him when he hears a squawk. Fear and confusion was exchanged by excitement. Above him, on pearly light, was a red parrot. It was looking at him. It was squawking. What he got on his fingers was definitely bird poop but he could not be anymore happier at seeing another bird.

"Oh my gosh. Okay, okay... we need seeds." Without looking away, he digs through his pockets for seeds, happy that he still a got a few and thankful that he had not thrown it all out.

"Come here, birdie, birdie. I've got some delicious seeds for you." He offers up a palm full of seeds. The parrot did not move for a second, simply mimicking nearby sounds and flapping its wings. It was just staring.

"Geez, are you picky or something- ow!" Scar felt a prick on his arm. He sees an arrow imbedded on a tree trunk. A skeleton had sneaked behind him. Quick on his feet, he put up his shield and grips his sword. Scar made a quick work of the skeleton but another emerged out of the bushes. Now, he is paying close attention to the surroundings, there were many mobs moving towards him.

He could barely dodge all arrows firing at him, "Awful timing! awful timing!"

He fought every mob coming at him. Until there were none left. He was left breathless but at least the bird did not get hit by an arrow.

Speaking of the bird, he searches around for where it could've gone. It was squawking around while he was fighting.

He was surprised that the seeds he accidentally thrown on the ground were... not there. Consumed by the looks of it.

Scar gasps, "this means it's tamed!"

There were wings flappings overhead. "There you are, young man! I was worried you would fly off somewhere. I'll give you a name later, let's go home for now." Scar extends out his arm for the bird to land on.

Except, it didn't respond. It fled away to the tree tops.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Scar groans at himself, that was not a tamed parrot at all. Of course those seeds were not enough.

Chasing the parrot to wherever it was going was probably not the best idea. At every angle he's getting assaulted by mobs. To climb the treetops instead was hard, spiders could still follow him. The darn parrot just cannot be caught, always airs away from Scar's reach. He does not even have seeds on hand that he needed to climb down again, to try quickly get some watermelons and shove his hand inside to pick some seeds. He had to do it all without keeping his eyes off that parrot.

Oh, and run right after it with arrows sticking up every where on his aching body.

Finally, for what seems like an hour, the parrot landed on the tallest tree. Scar wasn't gonna give up now.

Through panting breaths he yelled pointing a finger at that stoic face, "You better stay there! I am coming to get you!" against his body's protests, he climbs the vines all the way to the top nearly letting go, surprised by the squawk that greets him. How funny.

Scar wheezes as he drags his body to prone on the precarious branch of the tree, "Man, I don't think this is worth it."

"Squawk!"

Scar glares at the parrot. It pecks at its feather in a way for Scar looks like a person picking on their nails. "Oh, you must be sooo proud of yourself, huh."

"Squawk!"

"Alright, alright. You've won the race."

"Squawk!"

"But bet you don't know what a runner does after a marathon."

"Squawk."

"You got it. By after any race, what's better than some hearty refreshments?" Scar presents the wet seeds in his hands, gripped with so much strength during the run his nails left marks on his palm. "This is newly harvested, just so you know from the most finest hands on this server. Well, the only ones really working. Have a taste?" He starts sweating when the parrot tilts its head longer than it probably should. When it did let out a sweet trill and hop near his palm to peck at a seed that Scar lets out a relieved sigh.

Never mind the sharp beak pecking his skin, it could not compare at the burn he feels on his muscles.

"No skipping leg day." He said defeatedly.

"Squawk!"

"Word."

Scar ends up watching the parrot devour the seeds to its hearts content. To lay on his front and having to keep his arm extended is not a comfortable position for the rest of the hour. Scar feels more tired than ever when he could see the sun shining on the hills.

"Would be nice to get a nap."

This time the parrot simply whistles. He wonders if it's already done eating, it kept pecking while he watched the stars and the moon fade away.

Scar felt a sharp pinch. He retracted his hand in shock. "Ouch! What was that for?!" The parrot does not look guilty being hit by an accustory look. It oddly looks satisfied. He would be angry if it wasn't cute to see a seed stuck on its top beak.

"Void, tell me atleast you are tamed." Scar pleads, groaning as he sits up to try and extend his forearm again. The parrot lifts up, circling as if it is acting like it's running away again, but Scar felt happiness welling up when it landed on his forearm.

"Okay this is good. Geez, you took so much seed to tame!" Scar complains right at the parrot's face. It retaliates in the form of a full warm poop. Great.

"...And you're so not friendly. What is wrong with you?" He tuts.

The parrot squawks and he scoffs pointing a finger on its head, "Your companions were perfectly friendly! And not greedy! Skizz and Tango were loud, sure, but they were loveable. Big B loved hiding, acting all sinister, but he loves my hair. But you little man?" Scar huffs, "You are such-... such a ..." Scar trails off. A certain word hangs at the tip of his tongue. And there was that. The sinking feeling in his stomach that clenches him on his ribs to his heart.

His croaks, " ... what a pesky bird."

What is wrong with him? Really, over a word?

The parrot blinks, gnawing his finger without much a reply.

His breath constricts at the wave of it hitting him. A sense of painful nostalgia, flashing to him in a memory of a Jungle far larger and warmer than this - this little excuse of a biome. In a server where he once belongs to now out of his reach... taken out of his reach.

Scar blinks at the tears welling up. He uses his dirty sleeves to brush it off furiously, "Not this again, danggit. Geez!"

The parrot seems to stop gnawing to stare at him in blank confusion.

He lets out a wet laugh. "I miss him."

Scar missed them a lot. It's been how many fucking days has it been since he won? since he realized that he is forever stuck here with a task already fulfilled?

The parrots could not understand that. Nor can Cheerio, nor the steads, Lizzie's bees, nor Etho's sheep. No one's coming back for those animals other than Scar.

Good for them, because who the hell is coming back for Scar?

"He did not even come back for me, stupid... Grian." Scar wipes at his tears, and forces a breath pass to his lungs. "This is pathetic."

When is anyone going to come back for him? he questions this everyday. He has nightmares of Pearl, of Etho, of Tango, of anyone, choking and killing and crying at them his question more like a plea. He screams at the Secret Keeper of his question.

But curse the gods and all, no one will hear him.

"Squawk."

Except a parrot obviously. Scar couldn't help chuckling at the parrot's antics, it landed on his head doing whatever on his hair. He wipes his tears away, finding this whole thing ridiculous. This bird is ridiculous. It pooped again, on his hair.

"Yeah, I'm calling you Grian." Scar smiles, the name carries a heavy weight on his heart.

"Squawk!"

"Not the best person to be named after I tell you."

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Trying to get Cheerio to hurry up her pace while keeping an eye on Grian so as not fly off anywhere, overcame Scar's whole being with absolute exhaustion when they finally reached the Heart Foundation. It would be best to leave the new parrot here too, where he can live and be taken care of too. Scar knows how parrots are not solitary animals.

"Off you go now, shoo! I had enough of you squawking at my ear and pooping on my cape!" Scar scolds urging other parrots to get accustomed with their newest addition. He can already tell they are familiar with each other. Plus, Scar is not too keen on having this kind of parrot companion admittedly amusing but a very obnoxious bird. Something, something namesake.

"I am leaving you guys now." Scar offers up more seeds for the birds before leaving the island.

He couldn't help but stare at the flock, they were flying around well and playing by the looks of it. There shouldn't be any concern then in leaving them.

Scar realized halfway to spawn that he does not have any more goals in mind. He was relieved to find Grian, and he was sure there were no more other birds in that Jungle.

In like some sort of trance, Scar steers Cheerio on the way to the base of Etho and Cleo. The sheep and cows need tending to for sure. Before he knew it, he was making rounds around the server to check on the animals leaving the mounders for last.

Scar replaced the water and gave more hay to one of Bdub's horse. That he might as well call Bdubs! His mane does remind him of that man's hair when it was blond. Scar chuckles at it, heart achingly, because he misses that little man too. They were at petty odds fighting over who is Cleo's favorite child, but his angry shouts and jolly attitude... Scar misses him.

"Oh, the sun's setting." Scar murmurs to himself. He got caught in the chores again, geez.

So, what to do next? Scar wonders. He decided to walk Cheerio instead of riding on. He was in his thoughts when the sky darkens around him.

Subconsciously, Scar came to the Secret Keeper.

It was a mess. He had left so many papers on the ground, some teared up and some empty, scattered with leather covers. There is a serious overgrowth all over this area. Foliage and wildflowers, moss and cracks on the concrete.

When was the last time he visited this area? 10 days? 20 days? Scar knew he managed to steer clear for a while.  He has lost count of days, as making a diary felt like an unnecessary chore.

He feels his fingers itch. Right in front of him was the button, never quite worn up at all unlike the fail and the reroll buttons.

He lets Cheerio stay out, as he walks near it. A part of him is anticipating, which is funny how he still got this glimmer of hope that something would change one day if he just presses that button again. But he knew he would be only disappointed.

"I'm here." Scar announces. He hovers over the button. He stares at the statue through tired eyes. Of course, it does not respond.

Scar slams the succeed button and the incorporeal voices were near comfort to his ears despite the gibberish whispers. He hears that music saying he succeeded, but he once again hears the whispers and another book has popped and landed on his hands.

Win Secret Life.

Scar sighs, "Same thing." and the new book joins the others on the ground. Scar sat down, his back against the button. He closes his eyes and breathes out. He wraps his arms around his legs, never opening his eyes as he feels for the moonlight and the night breeze.

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There was a rumble.

It had awoken Scar up. Though his back aches and his vision was blurry from sleep, he managed to see a bright object dropping down from the sky and its blast illuminating an area of the server before disappearing with a boom followed by a shockwave that made Scar stumble to his front.

He groans at the impact and the scrape the cobbled ground gave him. Other than that and a faint ringing in his ears, he was okay. Thank the void he was okay.

Scar could only stay sat on the ground. He could see that there is smoke on the distance but not too far. When he realized where it went, he felt the urge to run for it, even though he knew it was just his destroyed base.

Cheerio was being loud, the poor animal is probably in distress. As gentle as he could, he stood up to comfort the camel.

"Shhh, Cheerio... everything's fine. We're okay." He said soothing her to calm down. It seems to help, though she seems agitated still. Scar doesn't know what to do other than continue patting her.

....What in the world happen?

It was good that whatever the thing that flew and crash landed on his base was not a bigger blast. The shockwave made him believe it's radius of explosion would expand all across the server. The Mounder's base looks perfectly intact from what Scar could see from the secret keeper atleast. Was it a meteor?

Scar pushes the camel to sit, "Sit down, Cheerio. That rumbled must've got you off balanced. I'll go investigate." and surprisingly, she listened to him. For the most part she looks to be calming down, so Scar felt good enough to leave her to make his way to his base.

It was mostly curiosity than concern of what happened to his base. It wasn't intact at all when he left it, only its walls and parts of the court house were destroyed because of tnt traps.

So when Scar was near enough to see what really hit it.... things were mostly fine. Like the impact was from another tnt not some space object. There was a small crater at the front of what used to be Trader's Scar....yet oddly, no space object to see.  But the sunflowers and berry bushes near it were scorched around the assumed point of impact.  Scar was beyond confused. He wonders if this is another hallucination or a weird dream.

His eyes searches around. Nothing is amiss. He contemplates if he should just go back to Cheerio until there was an echoing sound, of something high pitched that made him jump.

He looks at his back at the ruins of Trader's Scar. There was it again, it sounded like a child crying and the thought of a baby suddenly spawning in this server made Scar shiver. He asked to get out of here, for god's sake!

Scar was going to run away but it sounds more and more insistent and faded. It rings a bell, somehow, that Scar felt a sense of deja vu. That echoing cry of something could only come from the mine shaft and mob farm he made long exposed to weather. Probably dangerous to go down its ladders.

Scar observes. The ladders are intact and not erroding as he thought. There's no more light, all torches burned off since he stopped coming here. A cold air passes through him from the hole. Is it actual air or fear seeping in his skin? Because this feels like the start of a horror movie!

"Do I really have to?" Scar whines. He hadn't expected a response yet he got one akin to an ominous drone that made him want to sprint to the secret keeper for protection.

"Okay! When did my mineshaft become such a place of nightmares?" He laughs nervously, hair rising as his words echo down and that sound suddenly stopped.

Does he really want to go down there? There has to be so many mobs Scar will struggle to defeat. He breathes in deeply thinking about how worth it is to face whatever creature that is.  On the bright side its something new! Scar is curious and bored, worst case scenario? Nothing! He will always respawn back at the secret keeper and he can curse at it for bringing a haunted creature at him, and not some getaway helicopter back to home!

Scar's hands has made the decision before his brain starts to function. The ladder felt rickety to his sweaty grip.

"Why am I doing this to myself?"

Only eerie silence met him this time. A normal person would think thats cue to leave.

Unfortunately for everyone, Scar is far from normal.

His feet finally hit cobble. He was surprise that there is still a torch lighting the tunnels dim. No immediate attack from some mob, no hideous clown face coming to gnaw him.

"I did come all the way down here." Scar sighs, "There's no going back."

He takes another torch to light from his inventory. He is surprised of his own bravery of looking and exploring tunnels. So far he cannot hear that crying sound from everywhere.

Nothing really remarkable caught his attention. Everything looks normal, too normal and somehow strange for Scar. This was his mineshaft, sure everything looks the same, but there is no attachment to this place, it was simply a reminder of that urgency Scar felt because of the unfortunate tasks that brought him to this situation.

He hears a shuffle. That couldn't have come from him as he was stood on a little room carved out to accomodate chests of random items. He was starting to hear his pulse because of the silence, now he hears it gallop because of that odd noise.

"A-alright! What comes there?!" Scar decides to bravely ask. He wants to get this over with. He equips his sword, ready to face whatever is at the dark, "Just know that I can and will kill you once I find you."

He hears that cry, now much closer but still echoing around the walls he could never quite pinpoint the source. His eyes frantically looks around, for any thing thats moving.

Scar picks to march on another tunnel. Staying silent to observe that cry, where he could hear it closest. He follows it, the turns he takes are almost dizzying that makes him feel lost forever or that he was in some labyrinth that BigB made. But he could hear it clearer and he knew he was close, he wasn't gonna turn around. He reaches another room. This ones bigger and was obviously a section of a cave he found. The crying stopped. Scar held his breath anticipating to hear it at any of the tunnels.

At the corner of his eyes, he spots movement. He was swift to turn to his feet onto the long winding tunnel. He dropped the torch away to equip his shield and approaches the shadow he can see at the end of it. It turns at him, and he hears a hiss. He knew it was too late to hit it, so he braces for impact with his shield but it never came. None of the familiar blast. Instead, the creeper seems to back away. Unmoving. Scar tilts his head in confusion. Why was the creeper not blowing up, and when he did adjust his eyes to the dark, its back was turned on him.

Then, he felt something brush at his thigh. He screams in panic, lets go of his shield, lands on his butt rather painfully, and realizes that the creeper was suddenly shuffling closer towards him. It flashes before Scar's hand could hold up the shield. He could only close his eyes, knowing it hurts more to get his eyeballs blasted.

'Well, I'm coming home, Secret Keeper.'

Something landed on his head. He heard more hissing but this one... this one hiss wasn't the kind of distinct hiss of a creeper.

Scar froze unable to really move at whatever it was on his head. But it was lightweight. Oddly familiar. His scalp is hurting and getting pricked by something, and the creeper was... running away?

"What just happened?" He asks. Expecting an answer. Something landed on his stomach. His hands comes around it. The silhouette of what was....

"Meow."

...a cat?

Scar knows that Impulse has a villager along with Scott and Gem that they used to trade with. He found the villager, but it was only singular that couldn't form a village on his own that Scar set free to be killed by mobs. There were no village on the server, nor any beyond the border. So, how was there a cat existing in this server? And here in a mineshaft of all areas?

Scar holds the cat. The torch he left on the ground long extinguished.

"Who are you?" He asks. He got a paw on his mouth.

However, he was stupid to turn his back on the creeper still on the tunnel with them that it blew up behind him sending him to fall forward on his front. The cat definitely jumped out his hold.

Scar groans, "Yep, hurts. Everything hurts." He turns on his back. Just laying there unable to move much. He doesn't really care if it stings to... he just wants to lay down and take everything in.

That cat clambered on him. He would've told it to get off because its claws were scraping at new wounds when he felt a lick on his chin. What a sweet cat! He couldn't help but pet it even if the cat starts to nip at his nose.

"I don't know how you got here, but you're coming with me." Scar chuckles, hated how his ribs were definitely cracked. He remembers that he had a lantern on his inventory.

"Alright, mysterious cave cat. Let's see what you look like, and I'll name whatever first name I could think of." Scar grunts with what little strength he had on his hand, he gets the lantern to materialize. The cat mewls.

Scar turns to look at wherever he could put it and light it with a flint and steel.

His eyes shut at the pain of even moving, willing out the sudden lightheadedness he felt swaying his vision. He holds onto the cat,  "Let's see... I'm naming you..." and lifts it up to see it clearly.

His breath caught in his throat. Heat pools behind his eyes at the familiarity of those eyes. Green eyes blinking down at him owlishly. The cat was of white fur and grey patterns so familiar to Scar that he knew right away that this cat wasn't just any cat at all.

"...Jellie?" His voice wavesr, unsure if he has truly gone out of his mind.

The cat mewls and bumps her head onto him. Fluffy and warm, a gesture so familiar that Scar tears up.

"Jellie... god, is it really you?" She purred, pawing on him and rubbing her head on his chin. Scar sobs.

It was Jellie. Jellie came for him. His sweet girl was here for him.

He holds her up laughing, and sobbing at how ridiculous this dream was but he wishes... how he fucking wishes to the secret keeper that he won't wake up ever.

"I've been...so alone, Jellie. You don't know how much I've missed you." Scar sobs out.

Jellie was here! Jellie is in his arms now, and god, crying hurts his chest but he couldn't stop. He never thought a piece of home would come for him at all in this endless game. Jellie was warm, and safe, and purring.

Scar was a mess on the cave floor, in utter agony from his injuries but the happiness and relief he feels at the moment has made the pain worth it.

Scar wasn't still in hermitcraft. This isn't Scarland. This isn't his tree house. His friends were not here. Scar was far from home. That constant hum of life was still in his bones.

But Scar has never felt any safer and happier than having Jellie in his embrace. He chokes out words he cannot understand himself.

But he murmurs it anyway at the top of Jellie's head, "I'm home."