#sorry for posting about a show that came out 2 years ago i just found these cleaning out my desktop and had to get it off my chest

[oldbutchdaniel]

favorite phenomenon of all time is media inception. for example in midnight mass riley has an x files poster in his bedroom and midnight mass features annabeth gish notable for her role as monica reyes in the x files

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Maybe, Baby?

Summary: You and Frankie aren't trying for a baby just yet, but when your weird symptoms start to throw your body for a loop, you start to wonder if you actually might be pregnant

Pairing: Husband!Frankie Morales x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Unprotected p in v sex (wrap before u tap, silly gooses), creampie, praise kink, size kink (if u squint), unintentional breeding kink (lmaoooo, it's me, sorry not sorry), birth control/family planning, pregnancy (or maybe not? part 2 maybe? hehe) symptoms, Frankie and reader mention being closer to 30 than 16 (turns out when you're an adult, it's not a teen pregnancy anymore), reader has hair that can be played with, Frankie being the sweetest husband alive (all the gold stars for him), Frankie is so excited to be a dad that I just may pass away

A/N: I know y'all voted for me to finish chapter 20 but i lied (I'm so sorry), but I wrote this in a day and husband Frankie was really speaking to me on this one 😭 This one is brought to you by my raging baby fever and perhaps some real life inspiration WHOOPS, art imitating life on this one ig 💀 Poorly beta'd bc that's how I roll!!!

Ever since getting off birth control a few months ago, your body had felt… different. 

While you were glad you had made the change for yourself, you still found yourself shocked every month when a new sort of symptom decided to appear at some point in your cycle that you had never dealt with before- acne in new places, weird cramps, and crazy mood swings that showed up out of nowhere before your period were just a few of the things you were learning to manage as you figured out your body post birth control. 

Another symptom you hadn’t expected was that now, you were insatiably horny. 

All the time. 

While Frankie had been more supportive and caring in helping you deal with all of your not so pleasant symptoms than you could have hoped for, he was also more than happy to help you with your newly found positive one, too. 

The only problem was, after so many years of not having to worry about the consequences of your sex life on birth control, you and Frankie were finding it very hard to adjust to be more… careful. 

As you got hornier and hornier, the box of condoms that Frankie had bought after you stopped taking the pill had been seeing less and less use, and to be honest, hadn’t really seen the light of day from the back of his nightstand drawer in about a month an a half- and if you were being even more honest, on top of that, Frankie’s pull out game was almost nowhere to be found. 

You both knew that you wanted a family in the future- That was a part of your reason for getting off birth control to begin with. The two of you had agreed to hold off at least for a little longer to try and get your life more in order before bringing a baby into it, but with with your new lack of protection when it came to sex, and constant horniness around the clock, you both were beginning to have a feeling that that your agreed upon timeline for having a baby might be harder for you to maintain that you thought. 

Especially when you found yourself morphing into an unspeakably horny monster when you were ovulating. 

So little did you realize, that as you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom as the two of you were getting ready for bed and you caught a glimpse in the mirror of Frankie, stripping out of his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers as he searched around in your dresser for pajamas, that was the reason you nearly spit out your entire mouthful of toothpaste to try and get a mouthful of something else. 

You couldn’t help but ogle at your husband's broad body and freckled tan skin, muscles flexing as he shuffled through your drawers, pulling out an old, worn gray t-shirt and tugging it over his head, running his hand through his messy, curly hair before searching for his pajama bottoms.

At this point, you had honestly braced yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter to keep yourself from falling over at how mouth-watering he looked, already feeling the wetness beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear at the thought of wanting to rip his clothes off just as fast as he had put them on. 

Letting out a yawn, Frankie raised his hands above his head so a sliver of his soft belly peaked out between his waistband and shirt hem before making his way into the bathroom, sleepily padding along the tile floor until his body was behind yours, chest flushed against your back and arms wrapped around your waist. Even more prevalent, his bulge pressed against your ass, making the wet spot in your underwear grow damper by the second. 

“You ready for bed, querida?” Frankie cooed, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder and smiling at your reflections in the mirror. 

While you were absolutely ready to get into bed, sleeping was not going to be your activity of choice.  

“I think that maybe…” You paused, turning around to face Frankie, his body caging yours against the counter, palms splayed flat on either side of your hips, looking down at you with his sweet, brown eyes, “I think that maybe we should do something else before we go to sleep.” 

“Something else, huh?” Frankie smirked, raising his eyebrows at you as your hands began to run up and down his arms, slightly squeezing the muscles of his biceps as your fingers crept under the fabric of his shirt sleeves. “And what might that something else be, Hermosa?” 

“You know exactly what it is, Fransisco. You expect me to watch you just roam around shirtless in our bedroom and not get all hot and bothered? God, you’re so fucking hot.” You moaned, letting your hands run up his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him in for a long, electric kiss. 

“Damn, what’s gotten into you, babe?” Frankie chuckled, trying his best not to blush at your comment, sliding his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“I don’t- Fuck, I don’t know, I just know that if you don’t fuck me right this second, I think I’m gonna explode.” 

While your statement may have had a flair for the dramatic, it was just about as close to the God’s honest truth as you could get- You were so worked up, you felt practically feral, the ache in your core so strong that you really did feel like you were on the verge of implosion. 

Before you even gave Frankie time to respond, your lips were crashing into his with a ferocious intensity, your hands grabbing fistfulls of his t-shirt as you stumbled back towards your bedroom, bodies bumping and bouncing against the walls and door frames, mouths never parting as the back of Frankie’s knees finally hit the mattress, forcing him to fall backwards onto the bed. 

Crawling overtop of him, you were already straddled over his hips, grinding your bottom half on the bulge growing in his pajamas as your hands crept under the hem of his t-shirt, running along the tanned, soft skin of his chest, making him let out a low groan that rumbled in his throat. 

Frantically shuffling himself further onto the bed, Frankie’s hands dug into your hips and over your ass as your hands slid down from his chest to his waistband, fingers tugging at the elastic to shuffle his bottoms and boxers down his legs, quickly followed by your own, dropping to a crumpled pile on the floor. 

Feeling your fingers wrap around his cock, already painfully hard, you swirled the precum leaking from his tip with your thumb before dragging your hand up and down his length, leaving Frankie sitting up in surprise while he watched you begin to hover over him, dragging his dick through your folds. 

“Hermosa, are you sure you don’t need me to-” But before Frankie could finish the rest of his protest to make sure you were ready to take him, you were already sinking down onto him, whimpering at the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness, followed by the ragged moan escaping Frankie’s lips. 

“Oh fuck… Nuh uh, Frankie. I need to feel you, baby. Needed to feel you inside me.” You whined, taking Frankie cock inch by inch until he had bottomed out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure. 

Normally with Frankie’s size, you would have needed to warm you up first, but with how wet and worked up you already were, you were able to take him with ease, desperate to feel him buried deep inside you. 

“Jesus fucking christ, queirda, you’re so fucking wet. Fuck, baby.” Frankie moaned, feeling you begin to slide up and down his length, coating him with your arousal with each swirl of your hips. 

Arching your back, you jutted your hips forward, bracing your hands on Frankie’s strong thighs, circling your bottom half against his, whimpering at his fullness and the hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your clit, selfishly already longing to chase your own high to ease the ache that had been burning in your core. 

“Fuck, Frankie, you feel so good. Feel so fucking full with you in me.” You whimpered, bouncing even harder and faster on Frankie’s cock, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping his and wetness dripping from your heat coating the walls of your bedroom. 

“Yeah? This what you wanted, pretty girl? Wanted me to stretch this pretty little pussy out and fill you up?” Frankie groaned, gritting his teeth as he began to jut his hips up into yours as you rode him, the added depth of his thrusts making you cry out in pleasure. 

And for as fucking good as it felt, the horny monster you had morphed into had you greedily craving more- to have Frankie stretch you open in a way that had you seeing stars, so much that you could still feel the next day, long after the two of you were finished. 

“I-I want more, p-please, baby. Fuck- Fuck me harder, Fransisco.” You cried, your sweet voice whimpering his full name turning him almost as feral as you were, letting out a low growl as he grabbed you by your hips, flipping you so that your back hit the mattress and he was caging his broad body over yours. 

Practically ripping the t-shirt still covering your upper half off your body, Frankie dove face first between your breasts, groping one while hungrily sucking at the other, flicking your pebbled nipple with his tongue, his free hand reaching down to line his cock back up with your entrance, sliding back in to your aching core with ease. 

Frankie let himself sink all the way back in, filling you to the brim before hooking his arms around your knees, pressing your legs against your stomach, smirking to himself at the ragged moan you let out as the new angle opened you up even further. 

“You want me to fuck you harder, Hermosa?” Frankie mewled, slowly dragging his length out of your heat, looking down to see your shiny slick soaking his cock before looking back at you and the wrecked expression plastered across your face, frantically nodding in desperation. “Tell me how badly you want it, sweet girl.” 

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Fransisco, please.” You begged, damn near close to tears with how deeply you needed to feel Frankie ease the emptiness inside you. “Please, baby, I- oh fuck-”  

Before you could even finish the rest of your plea, your breath was already hitched in the back of your throat as Frankie began to pound into you at a relentless pace, tightening his grip around your thighs while he pressed them closer to your chest, grunting with each rut of his hips into yours. 

“This what you want, querida? Meirda- so fucking wet and tight, baby girl. You feel so fucking good, holy fuck.” 

It didn’t take long for the all too familiar tingle at the base of your spine to start spreading through your body like a wildfire as Frankie continued to slam into your g-spot, making you chant his name like a prayer, your brain at a loss for any other words than “Fuck, Fransisco.” 

And as if you already weren’t close enough, when Frankie reached down to thumb at your clit, rubbing in relentless circles against your sensitive nub, you knew you were a fucking goner. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. Cum for me, baby. Want that- oh fuck- want that prefect pussy to fucking soak me.” Frankie groaned, feverishly pounding into you, desperate to feel you come undone for him giving him long enough to fight off his own high that was rapidly building in the pit of his stomach. 

A few more thrusts were all it took to have the coil snapping in your belly, crying out Frankie’s name as you came, orgasm ripping through your body with a blinding intensity, eyes scrunching shut and jaw hanging open while pleasure and euphoria flowed through every ounce of you. 

Still blissed out and wrecked out of your mind, your eyes shot open as Frankie’s mouth crashed into yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans in a messy dance of tongues and teeth. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum. Jesus fuck-  fuck, I’m close too, baby. W-where do you want me, Hermosa?” Frankie asked, barley holding on long enough for you to answer, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as his hips began to stutter, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow with every ounce of self control he had left. 

Still barley coherent enough to form a sentence, your brain blurted out the only thing you could think of, and the only thing that you really wanted in the moment. 

“Inside, Fransisco. Fuck, cum inside me, baby.” 

That alone was almost enough to send Frankie over the edge, letting out a long, low groan, sloppily rutting into you as his brain went blank alongside yours, starting to babble incoherently. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- you want me to fill you up, queirda? Fuck, I’ll fucking fill you up so good you’ll be dripping out of me for days. Oh fuck, shit baby, fuck, oh I’m gonnaahhhhhh-“ 

Just like that, Frankie took one last thrust, spilling deep inside you, coating your walls with his spend as his body slumped into yours, the pair of your chests rising and falling in sync as you both came back down to earth. 

“Jesus Christ… Holy fuck, Frankie.” You giggled quietly to yourself, blissfully filled with post orgasm ecstasy as your husband carefully pulled himself out before rolling over next to you on the bed, pulling you close against his chest. 

“Fuck me, Hermosa, holy shit.” Frankie chuckled, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead, tracing small circles on your back as he held you, heat radiating off of each other's sweat-ridden bodies. “God, I love you. We should probably get you cleaned up. You wanna shower?” He asked, smirking as your face lit up at his nearly rhetorical question. 

“Only if you’re up for round 2, Morales.”   

“My eyes are up here, Fransisco.” 

“Hmmm? What did you say?” 

“Exactly my point. Can you stop looking with your man eyes and look with your normal, helpful people eyes to help me decide on a dress for Benny and Victoria’s wedding?” You sighed, laughing to yourself as you raised an eyebrow at Frankie, his gaze still fixed on your chest. 

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be helpful.” Frankie huffed, overdramatically rolling his eyes at you, playfully throwing his hands up in defense as he leaned back against the dressing room door, looking you up and down in one of the cute floral dresses you had picked to try on for your friends’ upcoming wedding. “It’s just that… Nevermind.” 

“It’s just that what, Frank?” You asked tilting your head in confusion at your husband as his eyes traveled back to your breasts, furled look in his brow like he was really staring there to prove a point. 

“It’s just that- Baby, I don’t know if it’s just the dress or what, but your boobs look huge. Like, they always look good, believe me, but like… Whew.” Frankie whistled, practically shaking his head in disbelief at how good you looked. 

“Really?” You asked, turning around to face the mirror in the dressing room, gently cupping your breasts, grimacing as you held them in your hands. “Yeah, I guess they do… Honestly, I was gonna complain about how sore they’ve been all day. I wonder if maybe my period is just coming early?” 

“Maybe? You did ride me pretty hard the last couple nights and put on a good show, so maybe they hurt from all that bouncing and-” 

“Frankie! We are in public!” You playfully scolded, giving him a flimsy slap to the chest to cut off the rest of his thought, the two of you quietly giggling to yourselves and trying to “Shhhh” each other from drawing too much attention to your dressing room stall. “The dress, you goofball, yes or no? Sooner we pick, the sooner we can go get food, because your wife is starving.” 

“I vote yes on the dress. You look beautiful in it, querida.” Frankie smiled, stepping behind you to press a kiss on the side of your head. 

“You just like it because it makes my boobs look huge.” 

“What? Can you blame me for wanting to stare at my gorgeous wife’s boobs all night?” 

“God, you are ridiculous, Fransisco. Fine, boob dress wins. Now let’s get out of here and go get some food before you get stuck in a titty trance and I die of hunger.” 

While the rest of your Saturday was spent enjoying the delicious Mexican food that you had picked up on the way home and a much needed night in on the couch with Frankie, there was a tiny part of your brain that couldn’t seem to shake his comment from earlier about how big your boobs looked. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t agree with him, because truth be told, they felt huge, too. They had been sore since you had woken up this morning, and while you had chalked it up to what you and Frankie had been up to the past few nights, or bad PMS symptoms, there was still just something about you that felt off. 

Later that night, during your movie marathon, you had paused whatever new action movie Frankie had been begging to watch since it had popped up on Netflix a few days ago for a popcorn refill. 

While Frankie meandered around the kitchen waiting for the next bag of popcorn to finish popping, you stayed curled up with your blanket in your corner of the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, until a sharp twinge began to cramp in your lower stomach. The feeling took you by surprise, digging your fingers into your side to try and ease the dull and achy sensation as your face scrunched in confusion, wondering why in the world you had what felt like period cramps in your belly. 

“Hey, you okay, Hermosa?” Frankie asked, returning with popcorn in hand, his face painted with concern to see the pained look scrunched between your brow as you curled deeper into the couch. 

“Oh, y-yeah, I’m fine. I just um, I just had a weird cramp I guess. Probably just ate all that popcorn too fast.” You replied, trying to convince yourself just as much as you were trying to convince Frankie that you were overthinking whatever mystery symptoms had just flashed through your lower half. 

“Here, lemme just set this popcorn down and then I can rub your back while we finish the movie, okay?” Frankie smiled softly, setting down the bowl on the coffee table before crawling back under the sea of blankets on the couch with you, laying your head against his thigh like a pillow while his hand traced up and down along the small of your back. 

“Thanks, Frankie.” You whispered quietly, taking a few deep breaths as the familiar warmth of your husband’s palm worked up and down the worn fabric of his shirt that you had put on earlier. 

“Of course, baby. If you need anything else, just let me know, okay? Just promise me you’ll take it easy on the popcorn if you have any more there, Killer.” 

The two of you laughed quietly as Frankie leaned down to press a soft kiss into your messy hair laid across his lap before picking up the remote to let the rest of the movie play as your eyelids began to get heavier and heavier as you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

“What’s inside this box?” 

“Open it up and find out! It’s a surprise for you!” 

“Okay? Huh, why is it just a pregnancy test in there?” 

“It’s yours! Congratulations! You’re having a baby!” 

“Ahhhhh!” You shrieked, panting as you woke from a cold sweat, shooting up from the couch. “What the fuck…” You whispered to yourself, coming to and realizing that you were now awake and had only been dreaming moments before this. Running your hands over your face, you blinked a few times to be greeted by the dim light of the TV still flickering in the background, Frankie sprawled out and snoring by your side where the two of you must have fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. 

“What a weird fucking dream…” You sighed to yourself, shaking your head as you quietly pushed yourself off the couch to stumble to the bathroom, pulling your phone out of your sweatpants pocket to check what ungodly hour of the night it had to be since the two of you had crashed on the couch. 

2:07 A.M. 

You let out a low grumble, pushing your sweatpants down to your ankles as you sat down to pee, blinking your eyes open wider to look through the notifications piled on top of each other on your lockscreen. Mindlessly swiping through a few junk emails and text messages from group chats, one notification in particular caught your eye, rousing you from your half awake state. 

“Feeling down? As you begin your Luteal Phase of your cycle, it’s normal to be less cheerful compared to last week when you were Ovulating! Click to track your cycle symptoms for today!” 

Oh shit.  

You could feel your heart beginning to race as you opened up the app, scrolling to the calendar tracker for the month. Swiping through the days, it didn’t take you long to realize that despite all of your weird symptoms you had been chalking up to PMS, you were almost two weeks away from starting your period. Frantically scrolling backwards, you began to try and rack your brain of all of the times in the past week that you had sex with Frankie while you would have been ovulating, and out of that number, how many times he hadn’t finished inside you, let alone even attempt to pull out. 

And that number was a big, fat zero. 

That’s when it hit you like a fucking freight train- You weren’t PMS-ing.

More than likely, you were pregnant. 

“Holy fuck…” You whispered to yourself, your voice trembling and heart pounding as you buried your face in your trembling hands, your mind flooding with a million different thoughts all at once. 

How could you not remember that you were ovulating? Would Frankie be upset? The two of you weren’t even trying for kids right now. Would you be a good Mom? What were you even going to need to do to prepare? Your house was starting to get small for just you and Frankie, let alone a baby. How were you going to find a new place to live in 9 months? And get a new car? How were you- 

“Baby, you good in there?” Frankie groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stumbled into the bathroom, letting out a yawn as he opened the door, bright light flooding into the hallway and revealing the sobbing mess you had become, still pants down, hunched over the toilet. 

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. Baby, baby, what’s going on? Talk to me, Hermosa. Are you okay? What happened?” You could feel Frankie’s demeanor immediately switch as soon as he saw you in the bathroom, instantly dropping to his knees by your side, his hands gently grabbing your face to shift your gaze towards him, carefully swiping his thumb to dry the tears that had been streaming down your cheeks. 

“Frankie, I- I- Fuck.” You stuttered, gulping hard as you tried to catch your breath, fighting back your nervous sobs as you locked eyes with Frankie, wondering how in the world you were ever about to brace him for the news you were about to tell him. 

“Hermosa, what is it? Please, tell me baby, what’s wrong?” Frankie pleaded, softly squeezing your face in reassurance as he waited for your response. 

You took a few more deep breaths, composing yourself enough to at least try to get a coherent thought out, swallowing hard as the words left your mouth. 

“Frankie, I-, Frankie, I think- I think I’m pregnant.” 

Frankie’s eyes went wide, his jaw practically hanging open as he tried to process what you had just told him, wondering if he hadn’t heard you right in his groggy state. 

“W-what?” 

“I think I might be pregnant, Frankie.” 

Before you could even bear the thought of looking at his face again, filled with fear that it would be a look of shock and disappointment, you buried your face in your hands again, fighting with everything in you not to cry and keep your composure. 

Frankie sat quietly for a moment, his hand covering up the gaping hole his jaw had made as it nearly hit the floor, shaking his head in disbelief before wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling your hands to look at him. 

“R-really? You- fuck- You really think you’re pregnant?” 

As your eyes met his, you couldn’t believe the look on your husbands face- Not only was Frankie practically grinning from ear to ear, the sweet brown of his puppy dog eyes were welling with happy tears of their own, waiting on your every word as if he still didn’t believe what he was hearing. Silently, you began to slowly nod your head, biting down on your tongue, your heart feeling like it was about to shoot out of your chest. 

“You’re...y-you’re not upset?” You stammered, sitting up a little taller at Frankie’s reaction. 

“Upset? Hermosa, why in the world would I ever be upset?” Frankie laughed quietly, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as his other hand cupped your jaw. “Querida… There’s nothing more I want on this earth than to have a family. And-fuck- The fact that it gets to be with you? That you might give me a family? How could I ever be upset about that? 

“Well it’s not like we were really trying for a baby, Frank. We said another year or two. With the house and money -” 

“Hey. We’ll figure it all out, okay? I promise, we’ll be more than okay.” Frankie smiled, his goofy grin still stretched wide between his cheeks, finally easing some of your worry. 

“I don’t even feel like I’m old enough to have a kid. I feel like I need to call up MTV to tell them I’ll be on the next season of 16 and Pregnant.” The two of you snorted, shaking your heads in awestruck disbelief that a stupid joke about a reality TV show could soon become your reality. 

“Well considering we’re married, have a house, and most importantly, are much closer to 30 than we are 16, I think they may have a hard time pitching the show “Married Couple Has a Baby”.” Frankie teased, giving you a playful nudge as the two of you laughed, giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before trying to dig into details. “Did- Did you take a test? How long have you known?”

“No, I don’t know for sure yet, Frank. It’s… It’s just a feeling, I guess. But the huge, sore boobs, weird, period-like cramps and the fact that we really haven’t been the most careful are all pretty good clues.” 

“Well, I mean, I don’t know, we’ve tried to be care-” 

Before Frankie could even finish the rest of his thought, you were already giving him the sassiest look you could muster in your overwhelmed and sleepy state, making the two of you laugh again he let out a sigh of defeat. 

“Okay, yeah, we really haven’t been that careful at all. Sweetie, listen, I- I know it’s not what we had planned, but… I mean, if you are pregnant…” Frankie paused, smiling at your stomach as he gently place a hand over your belly, tears welling in his chocolate brown eyes, “Baby, I would be so excited. Nervous as hell, but so fucking excited.” 

“Me too.” You sniffed, looking down at Frankie’s palm splayed across your stomach, heart swelling at the thought of Frankie being dad, thinking of how sweet and caring and perfect he’d be as you grew your little family together. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled Frankie in close, letting out a shaky sigh, whispering your words through happy tears. 

“I love you so much, Frankie.” 

“I love you so much too, Hermosa. More than anything.” 

For the sake of Frankie’s shoulder, you pulled away to wipe your tears to keep from soaking your husband’s shirt, quietly laughing to yourself at the fact that this whole time you had been talking to Frankie, you had still been pantsless, hunched over the toilet. 

“It probably would have been way more romantic to tell you all of this not at 2:30 in the morning, pantsless and hunched over the toilet like a little gremlin.” You snorted, Frankie following suit as he shook his head, running his hand through the sleepy curls of your hair. 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, mi amor. C’mon, let’s get you up to bed.” 

As the two of you sleepily trotted your way upstairs, curling together under the warmth of your comforter with Frankie’s chest pressed against your back, you couldn’t help but smile as his arm draped over your stomach, hand resting on your belly while his thumb traced soft circles on your skin, imagining what it would be like if a few months from now if you really were getting ready to add another member to your family. 

The next morning, as the sunrise began to spill through your curtains, casting bright orange and pink shadows on your bedroom walls, you couldn’t help but stir as the familiar scent and warmth of Frankie’s body was missing from his side of the bed.

 As you sat up in the sea of blankets and comforters, softly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you saw Frankie’s frame quietly sneaking through the bedroom door, fresh mug of coffee and bag of breakfast in hand with a stupid smile plastered across his face as he was greeted with your barely awake grin. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” Frankie cooed, setting down the coffee and breakfast down on your nightstand as he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, pressing a tender kiss into the sleep-ridden ends of your hair before wrapping his arms around you in a long embrace. 

“Good morning, handsome.” You yawned, stretching your arms over your head, letting out a little grunt and laying your head on Frankie’s shoulder. “What’s all this for?” You asked, gesturing towards the coffee and oversized McDonald’s bag, assuming it was the reason for Frankie’s absence when you woke up. 

“I- I don’t know, I uh- I was just really excited when I got up this morning. It was early, and I didn’t wanna wake you up, so I made a trip to CVS to buy some pregnancy tests for you and figured I’d pick up breakfast on the way home.” Frankie smiled sheepishly, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, brushing past his untamed morning curls. “I know- I know you can’t really take the tests yet- I spent a lot of time reading the boxes in the store and wasn’t really sure what the best one was to take, so I got like, 4 different ones for when it's time.” 

“God, you’re so sweet. You’re the best, you know that? It’s about to be a long week of waiting before I can take one of those. Do you- fuck, Frankie, do you think it could really be positive?” You asked, tears beginning to well in your eyes again as you smiled up at your husband, already beaming back at you, picturing the two pink lines showing up on all of the tests he had bought for you. 

“Maybe, if we’re lucky.” He smirked, gently cupping your face, swiping his thumb across your face. “But if it’s not, then maybe… Maybe we start trying for a positive one on purpose.” 

“R-really?” You grinned, biting down on your lip in excitement. 

“Really, really.” Frankie replied, bringing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss, soaking in the sweet taste of you on his tongue. “And maybe…” 

“Maybe, what, Fransisco?” You giggled, bringing your mouth back to his in a sweet and sloppy kiss. 

“Maybe…. We start trying right now, ya know, just to be sure. Wouldn’t want all those pregnancy tests to go to waste.”

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[sunshine-theseus]

Fools | Kyra Cooney-Cross x ND!Reader

Words: 4.3k

Summary: no one understood your mind, until you met Kyra.

Notes: Guys I have no knowledge of how Emirates is laid out, how meeting players off the pitch works etc, so I’m completely making this shit up I’m sorry. also sorry for the super long introduction, and the shit writing, I haven’t written in months.

Warnings: mentions of abuse - not proofread. i'm so sorry if this is so shit i genuinely haven't written in months. i wanted this one to be good so bad but i just don't think it is

the person who requested this has since deactivated so i actually feel so bad that i didn't get this out while they were on here. i'm genuinely so sorry for the past like 6 months.

I always struggled with social interactions. I didn’t understand it for a long time, why I always had to smile and hug people, why I had to lie about certain things like how I thought my aunt’s bright green hat looked, why I couldn’t ramble about Star Wars or the new penguin facts I just learned.

Then there were the sounds, and lights and the way things felt. Everything had to be specific, or I couldn’t focus. Sometimes if it was bad enough that I would have a breakdown, unable to do anything. My parents tried to scold it out of me when as a kid I couldn’t eat certain foods or wear the clothes they wanted. Sometimes if they deemed it worthy, I’d be met with the flesh of a palm against my cheek or bottom.

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When I was 12, I presented the idea that maybe I was autistic to my parents. I’d researched it at school for a social emotional learning class we had to take, and I couldn’t help but notice the similarities I found within myself. If I think about it hard enough, I can feel every burning outline of the dark red hand marks that bloomed on my skin hours after the interaction, and the burning of my eyes as my stomach rumbled, drowned out by the music rumbling through my headphones.

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At 17 I emancipated from my parents and moved to North Watford, renting out a small studio apartment above a record shop. I completed my final year of high school, working part time in the store, building a much-desired routine. The man that owned the shop and my apartment, and his young daughter, were migrants from Cuba, and more than happy to accommodate to my needs. They even chipped in to help me pay for my autism screening after I graduated high school.

I think they were the first people I willingly hugged ever.

I stopped masking when I moved, so the daughter, Elena; 5, took a few months to understand why I didn’t like touch or loud noises and why I didn’t understand some of the jokes she said that others usually laughed at. Not that I’d had the diagnosis at that time, but she was happy to just spend time with me. Every afternoon when I came back from school and started my shift, she’d beg me for more penguin facts, asking which was my favourite penguin. In return she’d spend the 2-hour shift drawing me something, usually a penguin, to pin on my corkboard at home.

I’d then help with her homework while Camilo closed shop and posted any online orders. It was a routine I cherished deeply.

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Now, 3 and a bit years later at 21 years old, they managed to drag me to a football game. Equipped with headphones and a couple small sensory toys, as well as a hoodie under the “Miedema” jersey, the material of which originally had me tugging and prying the shirt away from my skin.

Elena and Camilo had been big fans of Arsenal for as long as I’d known them, going to every home game, begging me to join them every week without fail. I finally caved during a break in my uni courses, with nothing to do and Elena’s birthday falling on the day of a game, there was no other choice.

The newly 9-year-old basically imploded when she saw my printed ticket stub, tucked tightly into her birthday card. I gently ruffled her hair, which had become my version of hugging her, and showed her the 3 matching red and white #11 jerseys I purchased not long ago. She’d talked a lot about this Vivianne Miedema and how she wanted to be just like her when she grew up, but she’d never gotten a jersey, or seats on the bottom tier. Today was the day.

~

“Come ooonnn I want to get to our seats!” the pinky of her left hand links with my right one as her other hand is holding her dad’s, and she’s dragging us down the lane toward the entrance.

“Slow down Pollito! We have 20 more minutes until we need to be seated.” My special schedule for the day runs through my head as I check my watch. Plenty of time as long as the crowd keeps flowing.

“I wish you didn’t learn Spanish. It’s such a silly nickname.”

“But you’re my little chicken.” I send a joking frown her way and she replies with a toothless grin.

With the abrupt end to the conversation, we arrive at the gate. Showing the stewardess our tickets to be scanned, we then head toward our seats. As Camilo and I take our seats at the very front, instead of make way to their usual seats a tier up, Elena stops and looks back and forth between us.

“There’s no way you got us these seats.” Without a word I pull the girl in between us and she begins to ramble about how excited she is to be able to see the game so close, still able to be clearly heard through my headphones I manage to slip over my ears.

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The game is drawn 1-1 just after half time, but Arsenal is close to having the upper hand. From across the pitch, Elena spots the tall and lanky number 11, Vivianne Miedema, pulling off her fluoro yellow bib and warm up shirt and lining up next to number 32 behind the fourth official who is prepping her sign. With a couple of whacks to my arm and an aggressive point of her finger, Elena makes me and Camilo very aware of the impending entrance of her favourite player, and another really attractive girl who is very obviously wearing her socks on the wrong feet. The thought makes me squirm but a shot on goal quickly manages to take my focus.

“Who’s the one coming on with Viv? You’ve never told me about number 32.” It’s hard to take my eyes off the girl as she jumps from one foot to the other, anticipating her entrance.

“Oh that’s Kyra Cooney-Cross! She’s Australian, she transferred at the start of the season. Jonas should play her more.” I acknowledge her words with a hum and a nod before we join in cheering Viv and Kyra on.

My eyes are glued to Kyra the rest of the game. Without any knowledge of how football works, I’m left to assume she’s good with the way she dances around players and passes the ball. It was weird, but her movement was so free flowing it would not be atrocious to confuse her with a ballerina. Elegant and calculated, no hesitation.

~

“Where are we going?” my pinky is once again linked with Elena’s as I drag her and Camilo through Emirates.

“Papa where is she going? The exit is that way.”

“I have no clue chica, but I suppose we should trust her aye?” with that, the father-daughter duo track behind me.

Eventually I stop just where the opening of the tunnel leads out on to the pitch and show a lady the pass I’d been carrying around all day. She smiles and begins walking down the tunnel, waving behind her as a sign for us to follow.

“What’s going on?” Elena asks once again, but I just follow the lady onto the pitch, where multiple members of the Arsenal squad are now loitering around, obviously waiting for something, or someone. At the front of the group is Viv, and when she spots the small girl behind me her eyes light up.

“Hi! You must be Elena. We’ve heard a lot about you!” she sends the girl a smile, but Elena doesn’t make any move to continue the conversation. My head whips to her and I nearly have to laugh from how adorable she is. Her jaw has dropped open and her eyes are welling up with tears, so I ruffle her hair and bend down to her height, removing my headphones.

“What’s up buttercup?” I lightly tap her head.

“That’s really her.” she whispers to me, her eyes not leaving the Dutch woman, who lets out a chuckle.

“Yes it is.”

“How?” I tap the side of my nose at her question indicating it’s to be left a secret.

“Can I have a hug?” Viv kneels on one knee and opens her arms and Elena suddenly breaks lose from her trance and runs up to her hero.

“It’s nice to meet you liefje, I hear you’ve been a fan for a long time. And today’s your birthday. How old are you turning?”

“Nine!”

“Oh wow, you’re growing up!”

“I know, but Y/N still calls me Pollito. I’m not a little chicken.” Everyone looking on bursts out laughing as Elena frowns, and while I join them, the loud sound simply reminds me of the lack of protection on my ears.

~

Elena gets whisked off to talk and play around with Viv and some of the other girls, who seem to all have taken a genuine liking to the young girl, Camilo following to watch over them. I stand firmly on the sidelines, fidgeting with an infinity cube and trying to forget the sudden scratching of my hoodie’s tag on the back of my neck and the tightness of my socks, when a now familiar face pops in front of me.

I don’t notice her at first, my eyes are closed and I’m trying breathing patterns in hopes that the overstimulating sensations with dissipate. It’s only when I open my eyes to check on Elena that I get the shock of my life. Number 32 is just standing in front of me, staring, waiting for me to notice her. no less than a minute ago she’d been spinning Elena around and laughing with her, which I’d found alarmingly adorable, how’d she get here so fast?

She doesn’t say anything, she just smiles and waves, and I realise she must think I can’t hear her with my headphones on, which many people tend to ignore. Wow she’s much prettier up close.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” I return her smile, but don’t make any move to remove the headphones.

“I’m Kyra.” Her voice is muffled but her accent is incredible and like music to my ears.

“You played really well today.” Is she blushing? Red creeps up her neck and finds home on her round cheeks as she smiles brightly.

“Ah thanks, I try to give it my all. Hoping to prove I deserve more game time.”

“You don’t get played often?” another chuckle passes her lips and I feel my stomach tighten.

“Uh no. I take it you’re not a big football fan?”

“What gives you that idea.”

“Well rocking up to an Arsenal game with blue nails for a start.” I cock my head to the side and give her a confused look. I did a lot of research for today, there was no room for me to mess up.

“Chelsea, our biggest rivals, their colour is blue. It’s basically forbidden for an arsenal fan to wear blue to a game. Trust me, I learnt the hard way.”

I’m quick to hide my hands in the pocket at the front of my hoodie, fidgeting with my nails. How did I manage to fuck that up?

“You don’t really have to worry, just maybe keep it in mind if you ever come to another game. I hope you do by the way.” She flashes me a smile that makes me feel warm and I can’t help myself.

“You’re very pretty.” She’s about to reply when I glance down and notice her socks are still wrong.

“And I’m not sure if you know but your socks are on the wrong feet.” It’s quiet for a moment and I’m not sure if my common candour has once again overstepped. I can’t even open my mouth to apologise before she giggles.

“I knew there was something wrong. I keep doing it but no one tells me until after the game… and you’re quite beautiful yourself. If you don’t mind me saying.” My eyes continue to avoid her face as I bounce on the balls of my feet and try to refrain from shaking my hands, my most common stim.

“Thank you.”

We’re silent for a minute or so, which I don’t mind now that I’m more familiar with her. I continue to watch Elena and Camilo, who are now playing in a 5v5, Viv carrying the girl halfway down their makeshift pitch before helping her kick the ball. When her laughs echo through the stadium, joy breaking through her screams and from the yells of her dad who is playing a rather poor referee, I’m reminded of how much I love this family. I can’t help the smile on my face.

“Your sister is very adorable.” I glance to my side where Kyra now resides and contemplate telling her she isn’t my sister, but the words get stuck in my throat. If I were to say they weren’t my family after all they’ve done for me, then I’d be lying.

“Yeah. She’s basically my whole life.”

“Hey can I ask about the headphones? I mean you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want but-“

“I’m autistic. Struggle really bad with sound and other stimulants. I wear headphones to dampen sounds, especially in public. And stadiums are full of sounds.” My palms sweat a little and my breath is laboured for a moment. This is usually the part where people decide I’m a freak and never talk to me again.

“Oh cool. I totally get that, the sound thing.” That warm feeling returns. She doesn’t question anything, she just agrees.

~

Eventually the meet and greet had to end, but I manage to get a few of the girl’s numbers, including number 32’s. Something I hadn’t expected was that the team would love Elena so much that they wanted to organise season tickets and some more passes to meet up after home games. I couldn’t help but be a little proud of myself as the young girl rambled about how amazing it was to get to hang out with her idols, and the prospect of seeing them again.

~

Uni starts back up the following week, so I don’t join the two for a game for quite a while. Despite that, I find myself texting Kyra most days, a good morning and goodnight routine quickly being established. We ask each other questions about each other. ‘What did you want to be if football didn’t work out?’ ‘What made you want to study your course?’ ‘what’s your favourite thing about Australia?’.

She liked to ask me about parts of my autism every now and then. She wanted to know what things to avoid, what topics made me ramble for ages, safe foods. The only other people who had ever cared this much were Elena and Camilo. The two of which had definitely taken note of how happy I’d grown since the game.

“Who are you talking to Angelito? You haven’t smiled this big in a long time.” Camilo takes a seat beside me behind the desk of the store

There is no need to hide the blossoming relationship from him, so I turn my screen to show the messages between Kyra and I, a bold ‘No. 32’ under a very weird but unmistakable picture of the girl. He hums and smiles, lightly nudging our shoulders together.

“She likes you.”

“Pft no she doesn’t.”

“‘you’re so cute.’ ‘I really like you.’ ‘I’ll save that for when I take you on a date.’ With a winky face emoji. She literally admits she likes you. Twice.”

“I thought that was that flirty thing people do with their friends.”

“I know when people like each other.”

“How Milo?”

“I have a gift.”

“A gift hmm?” he just smiles widely down at me before taking my phone again. He begins to type something.

“What are you writing Milo? Milo!” I glance over his shoulder.

‘I really like you and would like to go on a date if you’re free.’ I’m about to scold him but three dots appear as Kyra begins typing.

“If this works you owe me an extra hour this week.”

“You are an evil schemer Camilo.” I say before squeezing his shoulder, a common sign of affection we’d developed.

‘I’d really like that. Tomorrow’s our day off if that works.’

I can’t help the squeal I let out as Camilo writes a response in confirmation.

“I’m going on a date.”

“You deserve this kiddo.”

~

Kyra and I agree on a dinner date at a restaurant I’d mentioned really enjoying a few months ago, that I hadn’t had a chance to visit since. I’d made the reservation, asking for the specific table I’d sat at the last time I came, and I’d already decided on what I was getting before I even hoped in the car to drive there.

I’d planned everything perfectly. The place, my outfit, what time I had to leave to arrive there 10 minutes before our agreed upon time. I hadn’t taken into account the car speeding through a red light and crashing into the car in the right lane beside me. Or the fact that due to the momentum I’d get caught between the 2 cars and the building on the corner of the street I was just about to turn down. No more than 15 metres from the restaurant but I’m trapped and the seatbelt is too tight and my head hurts. I’m crushed between my door and the centre console and all the sirens and ambulance lights approaching are too much and all I can do it cry.

If I could just reach my bag in the footwell of the passenger seat I could get my headphones to relieve some of the stimulation, but I can’t bend that way without my ribs screaming and whatever is poking my hip in my back making itself known.

I pray to every god I can name that I pass out, but no one hears as the jaws of life pry open my door. When were the other cars moved?

“Ma’am we have to cut you out. my colleague here is going to hold you up. Is that okay?” I don’t have any energy to say no, so I nod, waiting for some scissors to snip away at the seatbelt. Instead, I hear an electric saw whir to life.

“W- what’s the saw for?” my words are barely recognisable as they slur together.

“Ma’am everything is okay, just stay still for us okay?”

The sawing is over quicker than it begun, and the paramedics make an effort to move me as carefully as they can onto the stretcher, then into the ambulance. I make no move to complain about how the neck brace is itchy and feels suffocating.

A minute passes and through the newly developed ringing in my ears, I hear someone calling my name. they sound so far away but when I open my eyes again, Kyra is standing above me, next to the paramedic who’s hooking me up to monitors,

“Do you know this lady ma’am?” she asks me as I stare up at the girl I was meant to be on a date with.

“Yeah she’s my girlfriend.” A voice in the back of my head is worried that maybe that will freak Kyra out, but I know they won’t let her ride with me if we don’t have some close connection and for some reason friend does not cross my mind.

They allow her to take the extra seat beside me and she loops her pinky with mine. She keeps glancing down toward my stomach and taking deep breaths as we make our way down the streets of London. I try to see what she’s looking at but the brace doesn’t allow me to look that far down.

“You’re going to be okay.” She whispers as they roll me out of the ambulance, and she manages to quickly kiss me before I’m gone from view.

~

I don’t know how long I’m out for, but when I wake up there is a sterile white light beaming down on me and I have to instantly close my eyes. I’m quick to take note of the horrible feeling of the hospital gown I definitely wasn’t in when I’d gone under.

“Papa! She’s awake!” I let out a groan at the yell but and quick to smile once the voice registers in my head.

“Pollito.” My voice is no more than a whisper, hoarse and dry.

“Hey Angelito. How are you feeling.”

“Horrible. The light’s too bright and the gown is so itchy.” Neither Elena nor Camilo leave my side, but the light is off within seconds.

“I more meant physically. You were hit pretty hard.” The screeching of tyres, the smell of burnt rubber, the flashing lights, all rush back to me. So does the pain.

“Now that you mention it. What’s the damage?” it’s meant as a joke but I’m trying not to cry.

“3 broken ribs, 2 fractured, a torn vastus lateralis in your thigh, a lot of muscle damage in your back. It’s going to be a lot of physical therapy kiddo.” The thought has bile rising in my throat.

“Fuck me.”

“It’s okay, we’re going to be here the whole way. All of us.” By now I could know the voice in a crowd of people.

I turn my head and there she is. Kyra is sat in one of the uncomfortable hospital seats with her hand on top of mine.

“If it’s okay with you, Camilo, me and some of the arsenal girls are going to sort out a schedule to take turns helping you with PT. Viv was really hoping she could give some tips considering how long she spent doing PT.”

“That sounds perfect. But please tell me one of you has my pyjamas. I need to get out of this gown.”

~

There was no lie in how difficult rehab was. I had an hour appointment at the hospital every day and additional work at home that Milo, Kyra and some of the arsenal girls happily helped with. The hardest hurdle was amount of physical touch that was required. My physical therapist, Jordan, always made sure I knew when she needed to touch my leg or something, but that did very little to sooth the feeling that crawled beneath my skin. She was able to dim the fluorescent white lights and allowed me to wear my headphone which did help a small amount.

Kyra basically moved into my room above the shop. Milo insisted he could do all the work of getting me around the house and the shop, but we knew he couldn’t while maintaining the shop and looking after Elena. Elena tried her best to help by making me breakfast. She gathered pre-made versions of my safe breakfast food and carefully place them separately on a plate, with a glass of orange juice every morning. After the first week she realised I’d be in a wheelchair and struggling to move around much for much longer than she thought, so she quickly gave up on that idea and began making me penguin drawings at school.

I’d adapted to having Kyra around much quicker than I expected to. When I moved in at 17, it took me months to get used to the layout and the fact that I was alone, despite Camilo and Elena living in the house across the road. I adapted to Kyra’s presence within weeks.

After the second week we’d decided it was easier to share the bed rather than her sleeping on the couch, which had been the biggest change. I struggled with it the first few nights. I had a sleep routine that was already disrupted by the injuries, now I had to take another person into account. But she was so warm, and I felt so safe in her arms. Whenever I woke up from a nightmare about the crash, she grabbed me an iced tea and my headphones and would ramble about whatever interests she had recently developed or whatever was happening at training.

It was in the second month things took a more serious turn. Well serious for our relationship. I was sitting at the table chopping the vegetables for dinner while she begins cooking, when I took a minute to just look at her. The warm lighting softened her features, her quiet humming to whatever song was playing carried throughout the room, the smile that seemed to never leave her face sat perfectly on her lips as she listened to me ramble about the newly discovered yellow king penguin. She was so radiant and attentive, and she was never annoyed at me when I was overstimulated or wanted to infodump. She was seemingly unaffected by my rehab and most importantly unaffected by my autism. After a life full of negative interactions and losing people because of one thing I couldn’t control, I’d found a family and a partner who embraced me.

I didn’t realise I was crying until she turned and asked me what was wrong.

“I’m just grateful.”

“For what?”

“You, Milo, Elena. I love you all so much.” I didn’t realise I’d said it really. I was just being candid, as I always was.

“You love me?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation even as it dawned on me.

“Well, I love you too.” There is a split second between the end of her sentence and the meeting of our lips in a kiss.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” I ask as we pull away.

“Wait- I thought- when you called me your girlfriend on the ambulance I kind of took that as you asking me to be your girlfriend.” She begins laughing.

“What? This whole time I’ve been nervous about actually asking you and you already thought I had?” I can’t help but join her laugh.

“We’re such fools.” She whispers, and we kiss again.

I'll always be a fool for her.

[solarissun]

We are never, ever getting back together.

afab!reader x aged up Clapton Davis

Summary: You moved houses and jobs just to get away from Mike after he abandoned you and your 6-year relationship. But, one day he shows up in the vacant apartment next to yours. You quickly make it your mission to make every night a living hell for him with the (unknowing) help of your old high school fling.

WC: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, enemies to lover, afab reader, p in v, fingering, hair pulling, porn with plot, no use of y/n, hard dom, unprotected (wrap it please), angst, exes, daydreamed violence, aged up character

A/N: I’ve never posted my writing before due to being insecure, but now that I discovered this fandom on Tumblr, I decided to suck it up and see where it goes! I’m sorry if this is bad, I wrote it at 3 am two nights in a row. I just had to write something before I forgot all my ideas. Enjoy!

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You hated him. You hated him so fucking much. All you wanted to do was watch him wear your hands around his neck like a necklace. And there he was, standing outside the vacant apartment beside yours, cardboard boxes surrounding him.

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You're running late to work, having slept through your alarm. You quickly hop out of bed, jump into the shower, and throw on whatever clean enough clothes are on your laundry pile.

As you run out your door, you pause, noticing the piles of boxes lining up the wall of the apartment next to yours. You smile, waiting for whoever it is to walk out. You honestly didn’t mind your previous neighbors. By all means, they weren’t the friendliest of people. They’d bang on your walls if you even played your music one digit too loud.

So, honestly, you couldn’t help but admit you were pretty happy when they moved out. As you eye the boxes that take up half the hall, you feel yourself getting excited.

After a few moments, you see him.

Your heart drops, and you feel your whole life falling apart in just one second. He turns to look at you, your eyes locked on each other. Both of you pause, not a word leaving your mouths.

Almost exactly 2 and a half years ago, the love of your life, the man you pictured spending the rest of your days with, left. He didn’t warn you, he didn’t even call. You came home, and all of his and his sister's belongings were completely cleared out of your apartment, gone without a trace. All he left you was a text. A single text.

“I found someone new, I’m sorry. I truly wish you the best. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.”

After a few months of rotting in your bed with mascara-stained pillows and tear-soaked bed sheets, you got tired of wasting away. You moved away to a new, cheaper apartment, not warning anyone of your departure. You wanted a fresh start. A new job, a new home. A new you. All you craved was a way to forget the past, and you were so close.

Except after 2 years, the past was standing in front of you, only a few feet away. Anger bubbles within you, the deep cuts he left when he abandoned you all of those years ago tearing open and filling with nothing but pure, burning hatred.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You say, his face twisting.. into god knows what. You want to ask him so many questions. You want to get on your knees and beg him to tell you why he did what he did. At the same time, you want to sock him in his mouth. Instead of doing either, you turn on your heel, walking away as fast as you possibly can.

He doesn’t call after you, he doesn’t chase you. Instead, you hear the faint click of a door shutting behind you. Your anger turns to anguish as you hurry down the hallway, trying desperately to put as much distance between him and you before breaking down. You find a maintenance closet, slam it behind you, and sink to the floor. You sob until your throat is destroyed and your eyes are dry.

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All you can think about while you work is him. Are you grading your students' homework? Mike. You’re yelling at your class for being too Rowdy? Mike. He lives in your head the entire day, and no matter how hard you try, all you can think of is the look on his face when he saw you just a few hours ago.

The school day is finally over, but you dread going home. You wish you could curl up under your desk and live there for the next few decades. But you can’t, so you suck it up and drive back to your apartment.

You get to your door, fumbling with your keys as you quickly try and escape the hallway. You hear the door next to yours click open. You rest your head against your door in defeat. He walks by you quickly, not even glancing towards you. You clench your fists, swinging your door open as soon as you unlock it, slamming it so hard behind you the frame shakes.

You want to cry, just like you did before. But no tears spill. Your eyes don’t even water. All you feel is rage.

You decide right then and there, you're going to make him suffer for what he did to you. Besides, maybe if you truly make him miserable he’ll move back to wherever the hell he came from.

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Later that night, you start plotting different ways you can get him to pack up his shit and run away with his tail between his legs. You think of hundreds of possibilities ranging from glitter bombs in his mail to… Clapton. You shake the thought out of your head immediately. You can’t do that to him. He’d probably be down for anything, to be honest.

Despite that, you tuck the idea into the back of your head, writing it off as a last resort. You want to start with more petty things before immediately jumping to the most extreme idea your mind can muster.

You quickly form a short list in your head, smiling as you daydream the look on Mike's face as you go through each scenario. Around midnight, after you finish coming up with every possible insane revenge plot you can think of, you crawl into bed.

After tucking yourself in, you Bluetooth your phone to a speaker, turning it up. You play the most infuriating, mind-numbing song you can think of. It starts blasting out, the speaker shaking on your bedside table. You sigh, sinking into your pillow as you hear Mike’s old bed springs creak through the wall.

You sit there for what feels like hours, the same song looping repeatedly. He doesn't knock on the door. You don't even hear him speak, let alone breathe through the wall. You groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you realize it might be pointless.

Despite your failure on the first night, you continue to blast the same song night after night, all with the same result. After almost 3 nights of getting only a few hours of sleep, you give up. You have to step up your game if you want to get results.

A few weeks pass without you tormenting him. You want to make him feel safe. You want to make him feel like you realized it was all a waste of time. Well, you also waited a few weeks since that's how long it took for the prank package you ordered to come. Sure, the package was a bit pricey, but you decided it was worth it either way. As soon as the post office stops by your apartment, you snatch up the box, almost ripping it out of the poor mailman's hands.

You quickly customize it so Mike believes not only is it his mail, but that some random man from Florida sent it. At first, you had thought to sneak into his apartment and throw glitter over everything, just like you'd do back in high school. But, you need to be careful about how you go about this. Unless you want a lawsuit to land in your lap, you need at least some amount of deniability

After deciding it's perfect, you leave it directly in front of his door. He might think the placement of the box is a tad suspicious, but you rationalize it by telling yourself he’ll feel so special he’ll open it on the spot.

After a few hours, Mike comes home from what you assume is work. A part of you wonders why in the world he works on the weekends as well. You forget about the thought quickly as you flip open your phone, watching through the camera that comes with the box. You watch in anticipation as you hear the sound of tape tearing off of the cardboard. Your smile widens as you see Mike's face appear in the frame, peeking into the box.

After a few heartbeats green, blue, and pink glitter explodes directly into his face. He yelps, dropping the box immediately. As soon as the box thunks against the door, more glitter explodes out, covering his entire living room. You hear him groan through the wall, grumbling about how petty and childish you are.

You’re laughing way too hard to even care he knew it was you. Tears start streaming down your face, and you clutch your stomach as you try to breathe. You finally got him. You feel on top of the world as you look at the camera through blurry eyes. All you see is a beet-red Mike decked out in sparkles. You start laughing even harder as he flips off the camera before stomping on it, destroying the feed.

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Despite how his misery made you feel at first, you start to get a little less happy as the days pass by. He hasn’t talked to you about it and he hasn’t told anyone what went down, not even the landlord. A fraction of you begins to feel a little worried he might be planning. As you ponder the thought, you hear a knock on your door.

You creep over to the peephole, seeing no one standing at your door. You crack it open, worried Mike might be standing outside, waiting to ambush you. Instead of Mike standing around the corner with an airsoft gun, there's an Amazon package.

You smile, realizing exactly what it is. You ordered soundproof headphones so you could sleep while also torturing Mike. You quickly take it to your kitchen, tearing it open without a second thought.

What. The. Fuck.

Glitter sprays everywhere. Directly into your eyes, all over your dining table, all over the countertops. It even reaches the sink. You scream as you try and claw the glitter away from your face. As you stumble towards the sink, glitter continues to coat your entire kitchen.

This means war.

You immediately flip open your phone, not even bothering to clean the mass of glitter that’s coating your kitchen. You text the one person you know would do anything for you.

“I need you, Clapton.”

He found someone new? Well, so did you. And you’re going to do everything in your power to make sure he fucking knows.

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During your high school years, you and Mike became inseparable. It was the two of you against the world... Until Clapton Davis came along. The three of you became the best of friends. You always knew Mike was jealous of Clapton and how much he captured your attention. Despite how you felt towards him while you were younger, you chose Mike. And he threw it all away for some random bitch.

So, now you’re choosing Clapton.

A month ago, you two decided to reconnect and reminisce about old times. You had him over a few times just to watch a few movies, but the most you’ve done is kiss. Every time he’d come over, you knew he wanted more. And he was getting exactly that.

You lay in bed, waiting for just the right time. Around 2 am, you smile to yourself as you faintly hear Mike shuffle into bed and sigh as he sinks into it. Thank god for the paper-thin walls. You reach over to your bedside table, squinting into the light. You flip to Clapton's contact and text, “Do you think you could come over right now?” You had originally told him to come over the next night, but it had to be at an ungodly hour, or it wouldn't be as satisfying. Almost immediately He texts you back, “Are you okay?”

“I just need to see you sooner.” He immediately texts back a thumbs up, and after a little over 10 minutes you hear a knock at your door. You unzip your hoodie, quickly making your way to the front of your apartment. You open the door and there he is. He clearly had just woken up, wearing a tank top and grey checkered pajama pants. A fraction of you feel bad for calling him over like this, but you push it aside and remember who’s sleeping just on the other side of your bedroom wall.

He raises his eyebrow, unsure of how to ask why you ‘needed him.’ You don’t give any explanation before you throw yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him. He sucks in a breath, clearly confused. That confusion vanishes when you press yourself against him, pulling his waist against yours.

He wraps his arms around your waist, walking you into your apartment. He walks you backward, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You whimper as you feel him hoist your thigh up, holding it as his hip. Suddenly, he pulls away. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at him, your eyebrow furrowed. You sigh as you see him looking at your kitchen in utter confusion. “What in God's name happened?”

The kitchen is still completely decked out in glitter. The moonlight slithers its way through the window, illuminating the sparkles, making it look like a thousand stars splattered against the walls. You laugh a little, brushing it off. “Nothing Important.” He seems like he wants to say more, but as you grind your hips against his, he immediately forgets it. He groans, bending down to press his lips against your neck.

You tangle your hands through his hair as you feel his lips brush your neck. He starts sucking the skin below your pulse, making you whine into his ear. You gasp as you feel his teeth meet the plush skin, nipping at the sore spot. You slowly start grinding against him harder as his tongue swipes across the already numb skin. He groans against your neck, his breath hot against it.

His fingers slowly brush down your body, leaving goosebumps erupting on every inch he touches. His hand reaches your waistband, fiddling with the elastic. You whine against his shoulder as his fingers dip lower, rubbing your clit through the thin fabric. You slowly grind your hips against his finger, desperate for more friction. He picks you up by your thighs, his fingers digging into the skin. You wrap your legs tight around his waist, holding onto his neck. He quickly carries you to your bedroom, throwing you down as he reaches your bed. He lays you down, sliding next to you.

He presses his lips against yours again, this time wasting no time to dip his fingers into your panties, not even bothering to remove them. He drags his digits through your folds, circling your clit. “Shit, you’re already so wet.” He gasps out. His middle finger teases your entrance before slowly sliding in. He slowly pumps in and out of you, curling his fingers on the spongy parts inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

“You like that?” He asks, and you nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. You feel him add another finger and your walls clench around him. “Fuck!” You cry out, frantically grinding against the palm of his hand begging for more.

He adds a third finger, and you see stars. He pumps faster and faster, bringing you dangerously close to the edge. You just barely overplay your volume, remembering Mike. As soon as your legs begin to shake, he removes his fingers, ruining your orgasm and leaving you feeling empty. Your eyes flutter open and you stare at him, whimpering.

He slowly puts the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, cleaning them off. You bite your lip as he blinks at you through his long eyelashes, savoring the taste. He smiles down at you once he’s done, sliding your zip-up off your shoulders. He slowly undresses you, a pile of clothes beginning to form on the floor. He leaves you in nothing but your panties. His breath hitches in his throat as he studies every curve of your body.

You do the same to him, helping him pull his shirt off his head. Your hands quickly fly down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down to his ankles. His tight grey boxers leave little to the imagination as you see the outline of his hard-on, begging to be free. You do exactly that, pulling them off of him. His dick springs free, hitting his stomach.

Your eyes trail along every vein and detail, taking him in. He’s average, but somewhat girthy. The tip is hard and red, already leaking with pre-cum, slowly dripping down his shaft. You reach out, your thumb collecting it. You stare into his eyes as you suck it off of the pad, a bittersweet taste spreading across your tongue. As soon as your thumb pops out of your mouth, he grips onto your hips, pulling him on top of you. He slides your panties to the side and you moan feeling the cold air hit you. He slides his tip through your folds, collecting the wetness.

You slowly sink down onto him, gasping as his tip enters you. He grips your waist harder, holding you down. “You can take it.” He moans out. He slowly pushes himself in a little more, and you swear you hear him whimper. You cry out, laying down on his chest. “Shit!” He goes inch by inch, and you groan louder and louder as he fills you out.

He pushes in, faster this time, and you finally feel his hips meet yours. “You’re such- Shit! You’re such a good girl.” Suddenly, he grabs you harder by the waist, flipping you over. You gasp as your bare stomach meets the rough sheets of the bed. He grabs your hair, pulling you against his chest, somehow hitting so deep you see white.

You moan out his name louder and louder as each thrust inside of you quickens. He shoves you back down against the bed, thrusting so hard the headboard begins to slam against the wall. You smile into the sheets realizing the torture Mike must be going through right now. “You’re taking me so well…” He grumbles out, pushing deeper into you.

The smile is immediately wiped off your face as he moves one hand away from your hair and slithers it down to your clit. He rubs circles on it with 2 fingers. You grip your fingers into the bed sheets, screaming into the mattress. Your vision starts getting blurry as the knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter. Pure euphoria tears through you as his fingers quicken as well as his hips.

“I’m close-“ He groans out as your walls clench around him. He rubs faster and faster circles on your clit and your legs start to shake uncontrollably. You scream louder and louder, and your walls start to spasm. Quickly you hurdle over the finish line, coming all over his dick. You feel tears running down your cheeks as you feel him release inside of you, his hips stuttering.

You call out his name one last time before he pulls out of you, lying down next to you. He looks over at you, tears spilling down your face and your fingers still bunched up in the bedsheets. He laughs as you give him a shaky smile.

“I’ve imagined that since grade 12..” He whispers out. He reaches towards you, brushing your hair that’s plastered to your face with sweat. “Me too..” You smile, moving forward to press your lips against his. He kisses you back, pulling you on top of him. He smiles up at you, his face flushed.

“Round two?”

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Your eyes flutter open, the warm sun creeping through the blinds, bathing your room in a warm orange glow. You slowly reach next to you, feeling the muscles on Clapton's back. He stirs, turning onto his back. His eyes slowly open, and he slowly looks over at you. He stretches up, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I better go…” You get up as well, turning and placing your feet on the cold wood floors. You gather up his and your clothes from last night, handing them to him. After you're both dressed, you lead him to your front door. He opens it and steps out into the hallway, starting towards the elevator.

As soon as you hear Mike's door click open, you quickly grab Clapton's wrist, pulling him back towards you. You get on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. He grabs your waist, pulling you against him. He slips his tongue in your mouth, his hand untangling your hair. After a few seconds, you pull away, resting your forehead on his.

“I’ll see you around?” He says, smiling. “Of course.” You grin, pecking his cheek. He unwraps himself from you, turns around, and walks away. He doesn’t even seem to notice his old best friend who is standing just a few feet away, watching.

Once Clapton’s out of sight, you turn to look at Mike. Oh, he looks absolutely wrecked. His curls are a tangled mess and the bags under his eyes are even deeper than you’ve ever seen them. He has the same look on his face you’ve seen him have when men would flirt with you on your dates. But, he also just looks.. sad. You expect him to turn back into his apartment and walk away but he speaks instead.

“The glitter wasn’t enough for you, huh?” You scoff, anger filling inside you at his audacity. “A girl can’t have fun?” He raises an eyebrow at you and a small smirk creeps onto his face. “You think I don’t know how purposeful that was? Do you have any respect for others?” You laugh, right in his face. His mouth twists into a nasty scowl, his stupid smirk wiping immediately off his face.

“Mike, I lost every bit of decency I had towards you when you abandoned me for some..” You don’t finish the sentence, instead letting his mind fill in the blank. He doesn’t look angry, he just looks disappointed. He looked at you like that when you were still together.

You’ve always hated that look.

He opens his mouth and closes it, clearly wanting to say something important but deciding against it. He shakes his head and turns back into his apartment, closing the door behind him softly.

You do the same, opening your door and sliding down with your back against it. You pull your knees up to your chest, rubbing the bruises on your sides that Clapton left. You rest your head on your knees and sigh.

“God, what am I doing?”

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[tht0nesimp]

Expectations

tw: kidnapping, pet play, this is actually half baked, punishments, shal being a dick, infantilism

A/N: this is for @high-bats-writing! Sorry this fic is probably going to be really crappy! (P.S you should totally go read the inspiration for this post < https://www.tumblr.com/high-bats-writing/746620115972440065/happy-easter-hiiii-in-the-headcanons-you-did?source=share

Out of everything you’d been tested with by him, this took the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

you’d handled everything he threw at you but this was simply too much, spending years trying to stay away from everything trackable was hard but knowing it was all just in vain because you were nevertheless trapped in his hands again? The knowledge of knowing your efforts weren’t worth anything in the end was devastating.

“Smile!” His cheery attitude becoming a frown when you used your—thankfully free—hands to shield your face from the camera he had in his hands

“It’s fine, I guess, we’ll have plenty of time to get a photo of you in there after all! Won’t we?” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he spoke, encouraging your silence as he continues “you escaped for 2 years? How long do you think I should keep you in there?”

normally you would avoid showing weakness to him, but you couldn’t stop the widening of your eyes “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done what I did” he tilted his head “You don’t have to be sorry, you showed me your true colors!” He chuckled

As he placed a dragging finger down a bar on the cage, you shuddered; quickly finding purchase under one of the plentiful blankets in the cage, one thing you couldn’t complain about was the near suffocating amount of warmth in the normally cold house—well, cold from what you remember from 2 years ago…

Alas, the blankets didn’t protect you from the hand that found your head. Petting your hair reminiscent of petting an animal after it did something silly, something stupid, but something endearing enough to make its owner remain entertained.

And you suppose that may be what he sees you as at the end of the day, a shivering animal used to biting to show affection. Used to having to weakly fight, the only real difference being that your owner in this situation had no intention of saving you

He kept his eyes focused on you, seeing your foot brush against the bowl at the bottom of the cage seeming to remind him “I told myself I’d make you beg, but we can start that tomorrow along with your reeducation. I’ll go fill that up”

he disappeared for a brief moment, before returning with the small bowl full of water, making you reluctantly remember the leaky faucet in the kitchen, wondering he’d ever fixed it like your told him to.

The smile that graced his feature when you saw him crush some form of pill into the clear surface of the water was incriminating alone, but looking at the small off-color dissolving particles in the water was enough to deter away your want to fix the aching thirst in your throat in the moment

Even as you expected some type of negative reaction from your apprehension, he just kept talking. Seemingly excited at getting the chance to act out a fantasy especially after losing you for so long.

his words only proved to spur on a waterfall of unfortunate thoughts, melancholy and upsetting, as they flowed through your mind; wanting to overflow into something more.

“Why are you drugging me?” The words came out weaker than what you might hope, almost dying on your tongue. “Not drugs, just vitamins since I don’t plan on feeding you all too much while you’re down here. Lest it’s like an animal, animals have to work for their food!” He clapped like a child at the zoo “but I don’t want you to be malnourished”

Comfort was never his strong suit, but in the moment it seemed believable enough to allow yourself to indulge in the clear liquid resting in the bowl at the bottom of—dare you say it—your cage

you took a sip of the water, diving your head down as you figured he might not have a great reaction at you trying to pick it up to drink it.

you struggled to drink a sufficient amount, settling for the small sip you were able to get from the bedazzled bowl, almost grateful you hadn’t noticed the “disobedient slut” in pink rhinestones on the front up until you pulled away due to your slight frenzy.

“You’re a natural” he muttered under his breath, getting a quick photo before his phone rang “must be troupe work! Be a good doll and stay right there for me”

you just hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long, after all, 2 years is a long time to spend alone.

Shal chuckled when he heard the slight sigh that left your chapped lips when he left the room, 2 years is a long time to spend alone, and a maddening time to spend with a monster—especially one like him.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i reach out to an abusive ex about a potential stalker of theirs?

so, this is gonna be hard to talk about. i'm scared they'll see it, and i am still not fully recovered. i am sorry for any weird wording or misspelling.

i split with my ex 4 years ago and will refer to them as L. they were emotionally abusive and manipulative to me. it was genuinely one of the worst things i went through.

about a year after splitting, suddenly in a span of a few months, 3 separate people ended up talking to me about what L did to them too. i got really nervous and then found that they were selling a character of theirs, including old ship art i made for us. this is the part where i know i messed up, because i got really upset and spoke to my L again to say to never let this happen again and get therapy and to not sell that art along with the characters. i really shouldn't have, i said things i regret, and i recognize that part. i am the asshole there. it didn't go well and they essentially pulled the definition of DARVO on me and ended with a mutual block. i have not contacted them since and i tried to maintain my distance.

in 2023, i was on a social media website for a niche fandom that shows you who views your profile. i found someone whose posts i liked on there, saw they had a partner with the same anniversary date as my current partner and i, just in 2023 instead of 2020 like my partner and i. and i was like, ah shit, that's pretty cool! and i checked out the profile of said person's partner, and it was L. they both promptly blocked me, then unblocked me again a few days later. that was when i saw that L's partner was vaguing me and saying that i had been stalking them (the partner, not L) and telling them to split with L for a long time. i want to be clear, i only saw this because i so much so did not have any clue who this was that i clicked on their profile again because i forgot already who they were. i still have no idea who they are, i have never spoken to them. i want so badly to stress that i wanted to be as far removed from this as i could, and i had been for 2 years.

now is where i am conflicted. i know L could be lying to them. they talked a lot of shit of prior partners to me too, and according to those who reached out to me, apparently told a lot of lies. but part of me wonders if that really did happen, and it was someone else, and linked to why suddenly so many people came to me before in 2021? like, all the lies i had been told they told were nothing like this. this is really an impressive lie to be spinning. honestly, i still have always hoped someday they will be better. i genuinely want that and i want to believe there's good in them that will prevail. i've been told i give people too many chances.

i feel like i should leave this be, but part of me is still hoping, somewhere, that the good person i used to see if still there and deserves to know that a) it wasn't me and b) they might have a stalker of sorts? i really don't know. the thought of talking to them again is genuinely terrifying, but if that is true, i guess i feel like they do deserve to know.

so, WIBTA if i reach out about this?

What are these acronyms?

[igetnosleep]

Have I told you lately I'm grateful you're mine

Based on the blurb I wrote a couple of days ago...It's the Chris one *gasp* how'd you know? anyway just fluff y'all just a silly thing those Redfield's deserve to be portrayed as silly little guys. I was thinking about post-re5 Chris for this one

Chris was exhausted, emotionally and physically exhausted, doing the longest shift of his life proved to be the worst. The keys to the house feel heavy in his hand as he steps out of the car. The sun long since set and the porch lights a glowing ember in the February cold. He hated winter. Hated how dark it got at 6 p.m.

Missions went on too long. Too much happening all at once. He was lucky to come back with his team, this time, a rare win. Missed christmas and new years in the fucking process. Head hurting, body hurting worse. He took his shoes off at the door and shuffled inside a heavy sigh leaving him.

A brush against his leg had him look down, an orange tabby you had found outside a dumpster, you named it “Bastard” because it bit your ass while you were minding your own business watching some true crime show he forgot the name of. He still has the video in his phone.

Chris picked up the cat pressing small kisses on its head hearing it purr at his rare affections, he knew he would be teased by you “Oh so what was that about not wanting the cat?” he could only grumble “shut up.” at the mental apparition of your voice, though it carried no weight to it. He wanted to see you.

Chris met you when you were a rookie when he was still working in S.T.A.R.S.. You were a rookie shadowing Wesker so he keeps an eye on you if he was too busy then you’d shadow Chris. You’d mostly do busy work for the rest of the team, coffee runs and reports and files that needed organizing.

Sorry, his files and reports needed organizing. 

You spent nights trying to make sense of his sloppy handwriting while staring at the mess that was his work space. Your eye would twitch and you visibly looked distressed seeing how he would work.

He looks back at those memories with a bittersweet fondness.

It took a while for Chris to actually talk to you. When he was stuck in the office you helped him with reports, then it turned less about work and more about what you did outside of work.

Then Arkley Mountains happened and Wesker tried to kill you more than once. 

Chris shook his head at the memory as he reached the bedroom letting the cat go free as he tried to find you buried under the mountain of blankets only finding your hair sticking out and finding the stuffed animals you had collected over the years spilling over to his side of the bed. The thing that tied it all together was the fact that you still had the fucking fan on.

With a deep breath, Chris could only rub his face after throwing his clothes in the hamper silently mouthing “what the fuck” as he crawled into bed. You, his dear partner, were a mystery to him.

Despite all of it a shiver going through him feeling the cold setting in. blankets pulled aside so he could take his place next to you, too tired to care that he was taking up all of your space and was practically laying on top of you now, that’s the price you pay for having all of your stuff piled into his side, and maybe you should have left him some blankets so now he’s feeling petty. 

You’re sharing now whether you like it or not, he nuzzled his face into your neck. 

Unapologetically too might he add knowing you would wake up in..

3.

2.

“Off.” Chris felt his lip quirk up in a smile that bordered into a shiteating grin when your muffled voice came from underneath him. He held back a laugh instead chuffing against your nape kissing the crook of your neck while rubbing his stubble against your skin.

Now he could get off of you but where would the fun be in that. He could but instead he just wrapped his arms around you while peppering kisses on your nape drawing out a frustrated whine.

“Seriously?” “What’s wrong?” He knew he just wanted to hear you say it “You know what’s wrong you’re too warm get off.”

He hummed in pretend thought you felt his chest rumble on your back. You’d think your big boyfriend would do as you ask, he was a man of action after all, always caring for your needs- “No, I think I’m comfy here.” He punctuated his point by biting your neck leaving indents on your skin. No today he wasn’t keen on getting off of you tonight it was his turn he wanted to get on your nerves just for tonight.

“I have work in the morning.”

“Too bad.”

“What if I need to pee?”

“Hold it.”

“Chriiiisss.”

He whined your name in the same tone causing your eyebrows to furrow at his voice going up a few octaves to mimic your voice.

Chris knew what you were thinking considering defeat but he knew you. Knew you better than you knew yourself and for how long he goes away you’d think he didn’t but he did.

You’re probably thinking of pinching him getting to the mix of muscle and fat on his stomach however he wasn’t letting you. You felt nice. It was like he had his own stuffed animal. 

Either way you always did it to him, you always got on top of him, curled up like a cat and took naps. Why couldn’t he do it? He took your hands and brought them underneath you as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Now you're both waking up with pins and needles in your arms. He rolled off of you and nestled you close to his chest intending on sleeping a few more minutes had the cat not made eye contact with him and was now patting his forehead demanding that he come and feed it. 

He flinched slightly, feeling teeth on his right pec “They’re tits, Redfield.” the mental apparition of your voice cut in like you were telepathically communicating with him “Pecs.” his mind argued, looking down and seeing you glaring at him he could almost compare you to the cat, he sighed running his fingers through your hair, feeling you pull away reluctantly giving him a smug look “How long have you been wanting to do that?” “Too long.”

He chuffed a small smile appearing on his face, you’d always say you missed that smile it reminded you of the pointman you knew back when you were younger. 

You crawled up on top of him kissing him softly “Welcome home.” you whispered, feeling his hands slip under your shirt and rest on your waist, thumbs drawing small circles on your skin calluses present with every touch he smiled, staring at you with fond eyes “I’m home.” 

His hands stroked your back naturally as you’d both leaned into a kiss, chaste soft, the tension on his shoulders were gone momentarily he let himself be lost in the moment of domesticity between you. 

The cat briefly interrupted the moment its paw patted his forehead, staring at him expectantly, “The baby’s mad.” you murmured petting under the orange tabby’s chin “I would be too if some short stack named me ‘Bastard’.” “Shut it Redfield.” “Make me.” you narrowed your eyes playfully as his nose nuzzled yours, he was rewarded with another warm kiss a giggle leaving the both of you as he rolled on top of you again earning a cackle from you as he nipped your neck.

Yeah..he was home.

[sweetmariihs2]

Today I found and bought two new Sofia The First magazines in a magazine stand, in a town next to mine. (That's what the post is about) 🪻✨️💗

I live in a small town, I came to the neighboring city (a slightly bigger one; where there is a cinema, adequate medical care and clinics, things that are scarce in my town and everyone comes here when they need one of these things) to do an eyesight exam, because recebtly I've been feeling my vision getting worse. Going to the clinic, I found a magazine stand on the other street, and I asked my family (who were with me) if they could accompany me there later. I did the exam, and I'm still under the influence of the eye drops, so it's been torture to write this text, but I need to tell you what I found. You won't believe it: TWO DIFFERENT EDITIONS OF SOFIA THE FIRST MAGAZINES! THOSE THAT ARE NO LONGER PRODUCED! IN FACT, SEVERAL COPIES OF THEM! There were like, 7 magazines from the same edition, perfectly new, never touched, ON THE FLOOR. (And no, I'm not from Rio De Janeiro, there are a lot of sidewalks with this pattern here in Brazil)

A while ago, I think it was in January, I was wondering if I should also go to this city and look for Sofia The First merch, because in my small town I've already looked at all the stores and there's nothing left to see here (how many, about 4 ? 5? Yes, it really is a small city, I know all these places and you can visit them all in 1 or 2 hours at most, walking down the street, without a car). I found some stickers and birthday invitations, I posted them a while ago, I used them for journaling in my sketchbook.

(@shychick-52 do you see the Donald Duck magazines there?? When I saw them I immediately thought about you, they're on the bottom left of the pic and there's more in the top right. Pato Donald is Donald Duck, Tio Patinhas is Scrooge McDuck's name in Brazil. I don't know a thing about Ducktales, I'm sorry!)

I literally gasped. I was just going there for fun, as I like books, magazines and vintage products like records and CDs, so I really like physical media. Those places full of trinkets are extremely fun for me, and whenever I have the opportunity I like to look at everything, down to the smallest details. I love music and vinyl stores, stationery stores, party stores, haberdashery, so a magazine stand sounds amazing to me too! I hadn't been to one in years! (I never went thrifting in my life. It would be an amazing day to spend an evening)

There weren't only Sofia The First ones, you see, these kinds of magazines aren't produced anymore since kids don't have any interest in them. So most of the children's magazines there were dated around 2012-2016! You don't even have to look for the dates to know that, the Strawberry Shortcake ones, Frozen (FROZEN, DUDE! FROZEN!!!) (In one of my STF magazines there's even an ad of these Frozen magazines, they were produced during the same time), there were Disney Junior ones (If you look closely you can see the Lion Guard cover on that pic where I show you the pile of STF magazines, it's on top of them), Disney Princess, EVEN MONSTER HIGH. I didn't took a pic of this one, but as far as I know, you don't find these anywhere anymore. I felt like going back to 2015, when I was a kid those activity magazines and visiting the magazine stands were extremely fun, the themes on the children's magazines were exactly these, I remember the sticker albums, so many good memories. It makes sense, since they're the same ones, but they were never sold.

Besides the children magazines, they sell mangas, magazines, books, word search and activity books, cooking books, comic books/magazines (superhero themed or not- DC comics, Marvel, but also Disney and national works, for example our beloved Turma Da Mônica), and even toys and stuff.

So I figured maybe I'd find silly things here too, it's a bigger town but after all it's still small, it's just 40 mins away from mine, maybe I could find little birthday hats that I can cut out? Gift bags? Maybe stickers and coloring kits, silly things. Of course, knowing about the magazine stands there, something that my hometown NO LONGER has, inside of me had a small amount of hope that I could find something, but not much, as I live in the rural/interior part of Brazil and many products are bootleg, you know those princess books with wonky faces written "princess coloring book"? Stuff like that. But there was still a shred of hope, despite knowing that there probably wouldn't be anything interesting. I just went there because I have fun searching for little things.

AND WHEN I GOT THERE.... THE MAGAZINES WERE JUST THERE. AT THE ENTRANCE. ON THE ?!?!?!?!? FLOOR?!??!??! (You can see the pic up there) ON THE DIRTY SIDEWALK FULL OF DIRT AND DUST AND ALL KINDS OF NASTY THINGS?!??! HELL NAH

It was like they were just waiting for me to get them, they were the first things that I saw. I KNEW THAT I WOULD FIND SOMETHING. In fact, as I always hope to find cool things in these stores I frequent, I always expect something. I'm usually disappointed, but I always try to find it. AND THIS TIME I FOUND IT. NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT LIKE A DOZEN of STF magazines from the same edition, still packaged AND WITH THE GIFT. ALL OF THEM.

As my parents had work to do in our town and needed to return, I had to look at everything quickly. Luckily the magazine stand was small, so I was able to look at a few things, and while the attendant (who seemed bored (thankfully, the fact that she was very slow gave me time to look a little more)) served other customers (she was slow with them too, which gave me more time thank god), I continued looking at all sides of the stand, observing every small detail to look for treasures. If there were several copies of an issue of Sofia The First magazine still packed there, then there must have been more, hidden behind that enormous amount of information. I didn't had enough time because my parents needed to go back home, but I wish I could have saw the content from the Disney Junior magazines. I opened it and looked through the pages, only the last two pages were about Sofia The First, but I still had a lot to look so I put it back and went to search for more.

That's the one I got, the edition I mentioned

12 brazillian reais are worth around 2,50 dollars. For us, in talks about value, it would be like- 5 dollars? Not too cheap like literal 2 dollars, it's like, a cheap price, but not that much. For us, I mean. I don't know if you get what I mean, my explanation was terrible

Before, as we were late for the exam and the whole family was going (we all went to take the exam) I only took with me my cellphone and headphones, I didn't bring my money or even a purse or a backpack. My father bought me the magazine, I got so happy. Actually, he just let me have it and gave me the money, so I went to the attendant. The magazines had an elastic band around to secure them, as you can see in the pic, and I took them to the girl and asked for her help to get one out. As I'm used to being very friendly, and I was very happy, I approached the girl, asked for her help, and as she got them out of the elastic band, I kept talking "I can't believe I found this!! They are no longer produced, they are rare items, and I'm collecting them! I didn't think I would find anything like this here, it definitely made my day." I noticed that the attendant wasn't very friendly back, in fact she was very quiet and seemed a little bored, but I didn't care, I was too happy to worry about judgement looks from people I don't know, at least I was friendly and I did my part. My young brother later told me that when I turned my back she looked confused and shrugged, perhaps thinking "to each their own, right?". She went to serve the other customers and in the meantime I continued to look through the magazines, hoping to find more.

Important detail: I still had eye drops, my pupils were extremely dilated and I could see nearby objects blurred, so searching thoroughly was very difficult. Imagine looking at all that information without being able to see things closer than 1m from you. I'm still convinced I didn't manage to look at everything. I found more Disney Princess magazines (dated in 2014? 2015? somewhere around that) and that's when I saw it. I literally had to crouch down to look at the magazines in the lower sections of the shelf, they were stacked and they covered each other, and when I saw the Sofia The First logo I quickly grabbed it. IT WAS ANOTHER EDITION - A FLOATING PALACE THEMED ONE. Unfortunately this time it was out of the packaging, and I have no idea if someday there was even a gift with it, but I don't care, it was amazing to find this.

That's the Disney Princess magazines I was talking about! In that first pic I took, at the start of the post, you can see a Belle themed one. The Ariel themed magazine looks so old that the paint is stained and started to fade (it was in the front showcase while the other ones were carefully placed inside the stand), thankfully the STF ones were brand new. Well, almost.

Now that I'm home and I'm already seeing a little better, I'm gonna show you the magazines. Not all of them unfortunately, because a post only supports 10 pics and each magazine has 15/20+ pages so like... yeah. I wanna scan them and put them in a Google drive folder, or at least post a video about them in my YouTube channel, but that's more unlikely. If I had all of them, definitely, but I don't think it's worth recording a video if it's not with all the issues, don't you think? Anyway.

What's written in the first one: The Queen's Birthday Party! (This one came with the necklace)

In the second one: Sofia's vacation!

Let's take a closer look at the necklace

I'm fighting the urge to use it. I really want to use that tag in my sketchbook and the charm of the necklace in something like a keychain, but I cann'ttt bring myself to destroy something that is not produced anymoreeee😭😭😭

In the Floating Palace magazine, there is not even a single page where the sea monster is in. Not even a single one.

But in the "Queen's Birthday Party" one, there are three pages where Cedric is in! Yayy!!! They did him justice!!!

If anyone's curious about Miranda's birthday party, it's a comic and someone already posted it on Tumblr. Here is the link.

You know, that "Queen's Birthday Party" it's very exclusive, I don't remember the show having any episode like this, and the next activities in the magazine talk about the vacation they did in the comic and also the birthday party. Besides that, we have a lot of activities related to Tilly and family, and the main arts and crafts activity from this magazine is making a family tree. I believe that this magazine's topic is family.

I can't show you all the pages, but at least I can publish the pages Cedric is in and add more stuff to my Cedric merch masterlist (and personal research)

Well at least he's there. I have seen this art around like 20 times but they remembered that Cedric is a Sofia The First character so that's good I guess

They did him dirty here

AND THIS!!!! THIS ABSOLUTELY THIS!!! MY FAVORITE ONE!!!1!1!!!1!1!!1

YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW HOW LOUD I GASPED, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I ALMOST STARTED JUMPING AND SCREAMING "YIPEE YIPEEE"

I'll translate it to you this time, so you can understand how I'm feeling right now

✨️Translation:✨️

Enchancia Castle

Title: Fraternal Bonds

Before leaving, Aunt Tilly gives her brother a big hug. Which pairs of siblings do you know from Sofia's world? Mark the correct pairs below.

THAT IS SO AAARRRGGGAGGAGAVVSGGSBBAVSGJ💖💖😭💗💞💗💞😭💞😭💗😭💞😭💖💗💖

I KNOW THAT CEDRIC AND SOFIA ARE THE WRONG OPTION, BUT I CAN'T. THAT IS SO CUTE I MIGHT EXPLODE I DON'T KNOW

that's what we had for today, I reached the 10 image per blog limit as always, no one's surprised

[leslutdepointedulac]

*crashes through your door like big bird*

🗿 give us the rundown on how you got here! which was the first vc book you ever read? what made you decide to seek out vc fandom on tumblr?

Okay, buckle up ya'll because this is a decently long story.

So I would argue it actually started waaaayy back when I was a wee child, say about 6-7ish maybe. I would see the IWTV film on TV all the time and me being obsessed with vampires, I really wanted to watch it. Idk how I knew but somehow I had the knowledge that it was a very famous vampire story with queer characters and that it was supposed to be really good, so naturally I was like "I wanna watch that!" But my parents wouldn't let me because it's an 18 and I was a child (not that this stopped me fr begging them though lmao). This happened several times throughout my childhood and each time my parents would be like "No you're too young, you can watch it when you're older."

Skip to when I was around 15 I think, and I had this friend in school whose house I went to quite often. I was round for a sleepover one time and they told me there was this film with a banging soundtrack they wanted to show me. That film was QOTD. We watched it and I thought it was pretty decent (fyi I can't stand that film now, but the soundtrack still slaps. And Akasha! Aaliyah absolutely killed it!). When I went home the next day I told my parents what I had done at my friend's house, and that we had watched QOTD and they were like "Oh, the sequal to IWTV". Now bear in mind, I'd forgotten all about IWTV by this point and then it all came back to me and I was like "Omg no way!"

However, I still didn't watch IWTV and I forgot about it all over again. Until 2 years ago. I for the life of me cannot remember how or why I suddenly remembered it at the time, but I was chilling in bed and it came to me. So I found IWTV and watched it for the first time in my life (I was 19 at this point) and lemme tell you. It was worth waiting 19 years of my life. I loved it and thought how it was insane I'd only just now seen it, but better late than never.

Then I forgot about it again lmao. Until the 3rd November 2022. I remembered (again, idk how or why) that I had heard about an IWTV TV show so I found it and watched it and I thought "huh, that was pretty good. I like this!" And so I became obsessed.

Then I decided I wanted to read the books so in December of 2022 I bought IWTV, TVL and QOTD (it's all three in one book) and I started reading the series from the very beginning. I got even more obsessed and kept buying the series until I had them all and read through the whole thing.

In February on 2023 I joined tumblr for the VC fandom, because I had seen VCblr posts on Pinterest and thought it looked fun, so naturally I joined in.

And that more or less takes us up to now really lol. I'm still here and even more obsessed than ever. My obsession is primarily on the books since I read them. I kinda moved from the show to the books but I still have a deep appreciation for the show because that's what brought me here to the fandom in the first place. (And I still love the film too.)

I also recently, in the past couple of months, made friends with a group of people here in the fandom and I'm so glad to know them and be friends with them (including you, of course @hekateinhell 💖). I've been in many fandoms before this one, but this is the first one I've been so active in and the first one I've made friends in. I love ya'll, and I love talking to you all 🥰💕💕

Anyway, it's a long story as to how I got here 😅 It's like these vampires have always been in my life in one way or another.

Sorry this was such a ramble but yeah. There's practically my whole VC life story 😂

[mr111202]

Penn Zero Pride Month: The Much Needed Update

Okay, so last year for pride month, I made a post about Penn Zero characters and how they fit into the LGBTQ+ community. However, since then, I’ve become more diverse in the community. So, I decided to give this post the update it deserves. So, without further ado, let’s get started.

Penn Zero

- Bisexual: He just gives off that vibe for me. I can see him with both girls and boys.

- Transgender (FtM): I know some people in the fandom see it the other way around, but personally, I do headcannon that he was born a girl, but at some point realized that he’s a boy and transition around the 6th grade. (Pronouns are he/him/they)

Sashi Kobayashi

- Lesbian: Sorry to all the PennAshi shippers, but I just don’t see it anymore. This came from how I liked the interactions between Sashi and Amber in the latter’s titled episode.

- Transgender (MtF): So, about a few months ago, I found this post here on Tumbler on how they said that Sashi was born a boy, but transitioned when she was like 4 or somewhere around that age. Personally, I agreed with that post, and if I can find that post, I’ll add the author later on. (Pronouns are she/her/they)

Boone Wiseman

- Pansexual: I feel like Boone’s the kind of person that would be more attracted to personality rather than looks. For crying out loud, the dude fell for a princess made out of paper!!

- Gender-fluid: They sometimes find themselves liking and wearing dresses and skirts and what people consider girls clothing, and is a girl. Other times, they are a boy. Other times, they are both genders, and other times, they are neither. It can be a bit confusing at first, but they got there eventually. (Pronouns are they/ them)

Rippen

- Bisexual: I feel like that, yes, he is attracted to Lady Starblaster. But I think he eventually also gained an attraction to Larry as well. I also like to think that, since he probably grew up in the 80s, he repressed his sexuality till around the time of the show.

- Cis-gender Male: He feels like a guy, always felt comfortable about being a guy, and so, he’s still a male.

Larry

- Gay: I mean… look at the man. He totally gives off gay vibes!! I like to think that he and Madame President will break things off eventually and realizes his feelings towards Rippen. I mean, just remember that hug they shared in the “Number 1, Number 2” episode. (Also, image: Rippen and Larry get together. And eventually, The Lady and the President hook up as well. That’d be crazy!!)

- Cis-gender Male: Like with Rippen, he also feels comfy with being a guy. But, he is a big ally for trans, non-binary, bigender people out there.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this, and happy Pride Month to all the boys, girls, and non-binary pals!!

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

I kinda, maybe slept with your bestfriend (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Warning: Tiny smudge of smut

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"Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n."

"You uh you're Tobin's girlfriend?" The voice I hadn’t heard for a long time asked. I froze next to Tobin briefly before clearing my throat. This was not what I expected when I met Tobin’s team. Things were about to get awkward.

"Christen? Hi."

Tobin looked between us confused as I stood there awkwardly. Anyone would be awkward if they just found out their girlfriend and their ex almost girlfriend were teammates and best friends. "Wait, you two know each other?"

"Kinda yeah, it's uh good to see you again."

After a few minutes of small talk, Tobin excused us and pulled me away from them, "What was that?"

"There's something you should probably know."

"Please tell me you didn't date my bestfriend." I was quiet for a few seconds, trying to think of how to explain the situation. "Y/n."

"We didn't really date. We uh slept together a couple of times though."

Tobin looked less than pleased at my confession. She took a step back, arms crossed over her chest, "You slept with her? When? Is that all it was?"

"About 2 years ago. It was going to go further, but I was put undercover before anything more could happen. I didn't have time to tell her, by time I came back, I had lost her number and I couldn't find her."

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"Tobin, I didn't know who she was to you. When you talked about her, I never made the connection."

She scoffed turning to walk away, "Sure."

I grabbed her arm, but she shrugged me off, "Tobin wait, I wasn't hiding this from you. Don't walk away from me."

"You slept with my best friend."

"I hadn't even met you when it happened. You can't be mad at me for that."

"You didn't tell me."

"How was I supposed to know who she was to you? You never introduced me to her, never showed me or posted any photos of her. Maybe if you weren't ashamed and hadn't kept me a secret for so long, I would have told you sooner."

"Y/n."

"No. Call me when you're ready to talk about this properly." I stopped in front of the group on my way out, "I have to go, it was nice to meet you."

---

It had been a day since the fight with Tobin, I hadn't talked to her and she hadn't contacted me. We were supposed to be sharing a room while they were at camp since I had taken time off work. Instead, I had gotten my own room last night. I was hurt that Tobin thought I would lie to her or keep something like this from her. Since we started dating, I had made sure to always be honest with her even if it would cause a fight, the only time I ever withheld the truth was when I was organising a surprise which also wasn't often. I was getting ready to leave the hotel when I saw Christen walking up to me.

"Hey, you alright?"

"I'm fine, just going to get some lunch."

"I was hoping we could talk? About what happened between us."

We sat down on a bench in the lobby, both quiet for a bit until I spoke up, "I'm sorry Christen."

"What for? Obviously you weren't interested, we weren't together, you had no obligation to tell me. Would have been nice to know you already had a girlfriend though."

"Whoa hold up. Tobin and I weren't together then, I'm not a cheater. For the record I was very interested in you Christen. You remember how I told you about that big case I was working back then?" Christen nodded, "I can't go into detail, but something big came up suddenly, I was sent undercover. I had less then 5 minutes from the time I was told to the time I had to go. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I didn't have time. The stakes outweighed what I wanted."

"What about after? You could have called me. I just, it would have been nice to get an explanation."

I rest my hand on her knee, squeezing before dropping it back to my side, "I know, I'm sorry. A lot of things happened, my phone was busted. I lost your number, I tried to find you, but we hadn't told each other our last names yet. I didn't watch soccer, I didn't know who you were. I didn't even know who Tobin was until she told me."

"It's okay Y/n, things happen. I admit, it sucked at the time, but I'm glad you're happy. Tobin is a great person."

An involuntary smile made it's way onto my face at the thought of Tobin. She always made me smile no matter what was happening. If I had a shit day she was the one I could count on to make it better, at least for a little bit. A frown appeared once I remembered that we weren't talking. I hated it more than anything, "She is, although she's not happy with me right now. Are you happy?"

"I am, I have a beautiful girlfriend now. Tobin will come around, she just needs time to process. I mean it's got to be a lot finding out that your girlfriend and your bestfriend slept with each other. Look, I don't want to overstep, but we heard a bit of your argument. Tobin's not ashamed of you, she didn't keep you a secret, we knew she had a girlfriend. Tobin talked about you all the time at camps, she wouldn't show photos or anything, but she talked about you."

"Then why did it take her so long to introduce us? Why didn't she show you photos? That doesn't really make me think she's not."

"That is something you need to talk to her about."

"I will once she apologizes."

Christen laughed, shaking her head, "You're a bit stubborn huh?"

"Normally, no. Tobin and I don't fight often. When we do, we talk it out. She crossed a line this time. I get that she was surprised, shocked or whatever she was, but I will not tolerate her accusing me. I've never been anything, but honest with her, if I knew who you were to her, she would have known. That's enough of this though, I'm not going to put you in the middle. It's really is nice seeing you again even if the circumstances are a lot different."

"You too Y/n."

Tobin walked up, stopping in front of us, posture tense as she looked between us, "What are you two talking about?"

I stood up, arms crossing over my chest, "You're really going to be that person Tobin?"

She sighed, relaxing a little bit, "No, I'm not. It doesn't matter, you can talk about whatever you want. I'm sorry Y/n. "

"We were talking about why I disappeared, I figured she was owed an explanation."

She bit her lip, looking at Christen then back at me, "Can we talk?"

I kissed her cheek softly, "Give me an hour or so, I need to do some stuff"

Tobin frowned, but quickly changed to a small smile. I knew it was a front to hide her disappointment which made me feel bad, but it was too late now, I had already committed, "Work?"

"Unfortunately, I know I said I wouldn't, but they called me yesterday after our fight. Guess it was payback of sorts. After this I'm all yours for 3 weeks."

She pulled me closer, I didn't fight her instead kissing her slowly. It had been a long time since we went more than a few hours without a kiss or a hug. It sucked big time. I pulled away, placing another quick kiss to her lips before leaving.

---

"Hey ladies, you seen Tobin?"

"Hey Y/n, last we saw she's in your room. Bailed on dinner and drinks so she could be here when you got back."

"Thank you, we'll join you for a drink later."

Tobin was sitting on the bed, leg bouncing and fidgeting when I walked in. I sat down next to her, but she just sat there, not saying anything. I nudged her shoulder gently, "I promised your team we would get drinks with them later so talk."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I was out of line. I overreacted, said stuff I didn't mean. I know you would have told me if you knew who she was. I just, I got jealous at the idea of you being with her."

"Why? You know that I love you Tobin. You know that you're the only one I want or at least I thought you did."

Tobin wouldn't look at me, her fingers seemingly the most interesting thing in the world, "I do, I just-"

My fingers laced with hers when she cut herself off. She was nervous, something I didn't see very often. It honestly made me worried, "Toby, talk to me."

"She's gorgeous, funny, smart, she's an amazing person. I got insecure, with what you've told me in the past, she's exactly your type."

"Maybe she is and yes she is everything you said, but Tobin it doesn't mean anything. You are all of those things and more. My type is your laugh, your smile, the way you cuddle closer to me when you are about to wake up, the way you scrunch your nose when you wake up, the way you kiss me softly except when I'm leaving for work and you kiss me with so much love and passion. Tobin, I could go on all day. My point is, while yes Christen may have been my type in the past, you are my type, you are the one I want. Besides. we both have girlfriends."

Tobin wrapped her arms around, "I'm sorry, I know that, I never meant to make you feel like I didn't trust you, I do. I trust you more than anything Y/n. Wait, Christen has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that." I pulled her in for a soft kiss, my forehead resting against hers, "You're forgiven Toby."

She groaned, pulling me down so we were lying on the bed, "You're going to call me that in front of everyone aren't you?"

I smirked, straddling her waist, "You're my Toby, of course I am. Unless you uh don't want me to."

"No, I won't admit it to anyone else, but I like it when you call me that, only you though." Tobin ran her hands up my thighs before speaking again, "What you said about me being ashamed and keeping you a secret, I never kept you a secret. They all knew about you. The only reason I didn't introduce you was because of timing issues, I wanted to, but our schedules never lined up properly. I'm definitely not ashamed of you Y/n, I've been so excited for them to meet you. I just don't like showing your picture."

"If you're not ashamed of me then why Tobin? I don't understand."

"What you do scares me Y/n, you go undercover all the time, your life is dependent on people not knowing who you are. Of course I trust them, but I'm scared I'm going to show it to the wrong person or the world is going to find out. That scares me, I can't have you getting hurt."

"Come here," I whispered pulling her so she was sitting up and I could hug her. This was the first time Tobin had showed or said anything like that before. I knew she worried about me when at work, but never realised how much it affected her. "I'm sorry Tobin, I wish you would have told me sooner. I never realised how much it scared you. I can cut down if you want me to."

"No, no baby I would never ask you to do that. I know how much you like it. This was something I knew going into this relationship with you."

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't okay with it, there are other aspects of the job I like just as much. Just think about it okay?"

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Toby, now we need to go."

Tobin kissed my neck, hands trailing up my thighs. "Do we have to?"

I stopped her hands, lacing her fingers with mine and pushing her away, "Nice try, but I didn't make a very good first impression so come on. We can do this later."

Tobin groaned, but kissed me quickly and let me get up. I quickly got changed into black jeans, maroon button up and a leather jacket. It was a look I knew drove Tobin crazy, my own little bit of payback. She tried again to get us to stay in, but I just chuckled, "Don't start being a brat now Toby." I warned pulling her out of the room.

She smirked, placing a kiss on my cheek, "Wouldn't dream of it."

---

We arrived at the bar where Tobin's teammates were. I was quickly introduced to them properly this time before being bombarded with questions about myself, my job, even the situation with Christen. I avoided that last topic though, figuring it was too soon to bring that one up. Tobin rest her hand discreetly on my thigh the entire night, both as a comfort and a way to work me up when she moved her hand higher. The small smirk told me she knew what she was doing. I reached my hand over, gently digging my nails into her thigh, a warning to stop. I saw her shudder slightly before I laced our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Do you want me to come Toby?" I knew she would be okay by herself, but I always worried about her especially in bars. It was something I couldn't help, not after the things I'd seen happen in places like this. She nodded before pulling me up. I waited outside the stall for her to finish and wrapped my arms around her when she was washing her hands, "I told you not to be a brat, I had plans that I might need to rethink now."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be."

"Tell me how that works Toby? I saw the smirk on your face, you knew what you were doing."

"You know how I get when I'm nervous."

I spun her around, hands finding her hips, thumb stroking her hip bone, "Why are you nervous baby?"

"You're meeting my team, properly this time. I want them to like you, I want you to like them."

"It's going okay isn't it? We seem to be getting along. You don't need to be nervous."

Tobin nodded before kissing me softly, "I'm sorry I was a brat, plea-"

I ran my fingers along her cheek, then down her throat, the outline of her breasts and her stomach until I reached the waist band of her pants. She let out a shaky breath, hand resting on my wrist, "You're forgiven, I'll let you off this time. Doesn't mean I'm not going to get a little punishment in though." I turned her around again so her back was flush against my front. Before I did anything, I locked the door then slipped my hand into her pants, the other slipping under her shirt to cup her breast. She moaned quietly, head resting back on my shoulder. I knew we didn't have much time without being questioned so I circled her clit quickly. She was quick to turn into a moaning mess, hips bucking for more, close to falling over the edge. I stopped before she could though, removing my fingers and kissing her cheek softly. She pleaded to finish, but I silenced her with a kiss, "That wouldn't be a punishment now would it? Get cleaned up, I'll meet you out there."

"Everything okay? You guys were gone for a while, where's Tobin?" Christen asked when I sat back down.

"There was a little bit of a line and Tobin just needed some reassurance, she's taking a minute."

"Reassurance for what?"

I contemplated what to tell them for a second before deciding it was better then them knowing what we had done in the bathroom for Tobin's sake. What we did in the bedroom was something she never wanted anyone to know, "She's nervous, about us meeting and getting along. Don't tell her I told you."

"You two seem good for each other even if the first time we met you guys got into a fight," Kelley spoke up with a quiet laugh.

"It doesn't happen very often. I just want you to know that I care about Tobin a lot, I love her. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her."

They looked at me for a few seconds before smiles appeared, "Good, you can stay I guess."

A hand was placed on my shoulder and a kiss to my head, "Where are you staying?"

"With you. I got the tick of approval." Tobin smiled widely, pecking my lips quickly and sitting back down.

"So how did you two meet?"

"I was working a crime scene at a coffee shop when Tobin wandered in, clueless of what was going on. We talked a bit, until my boss started giving me looks so I had to make her leave, but I gave her my card."

"You wandered into a crime scene?"

"You actually called her?

"To be fair, I hadn't had coffee yet and no I didn't, I chickened out."

"It was pretty disappointing actually, I don't give my card out to just anyone. We met again when Tobin's apartment got broken into, once the case was over, I just straight up asked her out. The rest is history I guess. She's stuck with me now."

Tobin kissed my cheek softly, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[not-goldy]

Hey Goldy

Love your blog ♥️

About the recent Wlives from JK and how he is been so open and so honest with Army. He wants to talk to us. He wants to tell us things related to him and his life and whenever he does that this fandom becomes so weired. Why is everyone acting like they know JK better then JK himself? He literally said he is avoiding sensitive questions but he still choose to say "JeonJimin" Out loud. Korean or not everyone in this world knows if two names are put together its because people like them together and they ship them. Its not like JK is from some diff world. The whole bird app is full of people saying how bad it was for a fan to write JeonJimin in comments. And now the people of this fandom have become some saints overnight and are teaching people how to write comments and what to say and what not to say.

Where are these teachers and these saints when Tuktukkers make noise? - Oh they are nowhere to be found.

Everyone need to understand that it was JK who choose to say it out loud while he was avoiding sensitive questions or things to say. But he still choose to answer questions about Jimin and say his ship name outloud.

I am sorry Goldy i am all over the place but i wanted to rant so i came to u. I have so mych more to say but then it will look like an essay lol anywas i am waiting for your post about Wlives happened recently and what u think about where this all is going and why was JK so desperate that he begged Jimin for a Live together for literally almost 2 mins straight. He almost risked it all. That boy needs his Jiminshii..

Love you Goldy and Love your blog♥️ You are one of the reasons for me to stay in this fandom. Thank God there is someone who actually understands boys and is not afraid to express her thoughts. Reading ur blog makes me calm and gives my tired brain some good Jikook therapy. Thank You

They just tried to ride on the wave of chaos and vitriol to express thier bigotry, anti Jimin and anti jikook sentiments but none of that works on me I'm afraid. been in this for so long I see right through their bull and it don't phase me. Not at all. Lmho.

And I'm glad he said he ignores comments he finds sensitive because we've seen them do that time and again on their lives through their pained expressions when they come across comments that are so vile and so grotesque.

How many times have we seen the Fandom akekeke over him reading YOONMIN on live or Tae Kook and explaining to Tae that's their ship name as if he was hearing it for the first time?

Look at his face reading that. Sounds like he's in on the joke to me🤷🏾

It's okay if he calls other ship name but it's a problem when he calls his own ship name- what a bunch of losers these ppl are.

Then they want us to believe this man had no idea what the fuck he was reading on that screen as if his intelligence evaporates when ITS TIME FOR HIM TO READ Comments about his own ship. LIKE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

The most annoying part of it all is, sometimes these boys read ship names from comments deliberately for whatever reason. Sope do this, Jikook do this.

Some times they are happy to see fans show love to other members by asking of them in the comments especially when we all know those members are going through tough times. It's a two edged sword situation. Some times fans over do it sometimes it really show live and support and other times it's a cute way of bonding with them and having our own inside jokes and secrets etc- we just have to learn to READ THE ROOM AND NOT OVER DO IT YA KNOW.

I recall Jimin reading comments about Jungkook (this might have been at a time when Jungkook was being heavily censored as I theorized years ago) Jimin saying fans kept asking of Kook during his live pushed Hybe to produce Jungkook the next day on live which if I remember correctly was even on YouTube not weverse😆

The power play is real- not that they need it now because SOLO. But still. The fans, the platform form, the attention all of that gives them leverage and if you are going to tell him what do with his own platform then he might as well delete it like he deleted Instagram.

PEOPLE NEED TO STOP TELLING THESE MEN WHAT TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES AND HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIVES.

Respecting them is respecting their complexities as human beings as well and not always viewing them in two dimensional black and white way. They can enjoy the ships and the delulu and the inside jokes and mentioning other members during their lives and still be frustrated with it sometimes, overwhelmed, disrespected or annoyed with it because THEY ARE COMPLEX BEINGS.

Some times they are in a bad mood and are easily triggered, other times they just couldn't care less.

COMPLEX BEINGS.

Pretty you're alright. I'll read your essays anytime. And love you same

Now lemme push my Jimin agenda, you won't happen to be a Jm Stan would you cos I want you to listen to his letters live version at 0.41 and 0.55 whatever he's doing there has me in a trance😭😭😭😭😭😭

When I die sing it on my boat ride to purgatory 🤧

[disgruntledkittenface]

✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️

Thank you @allwaswell16 and @haztobegood for tagging me! I love reading everyone's answers to these <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60, including one cowrite

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

831,513

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Direction. I use the BBC Radio 1 RPF tag for pairings with Nick Grimshaw, and I used the Shawn Mendes (Musician) one a few times, too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you came into my life, caught up in your love affair, baby, you're the end of june, an honest mistake and tell me what you need

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love replying to comments, even when I feel awkward about it. I really like getting replies from authors, I find it discouraging not to, so that's partly why. But a nice comment really makes me day, and I want to let people know I appreciate that. But I might miss one occasionally, and sometimes I don't reply if I think the commenter is being rude.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's probably my first fic, This Town. The whole fic is Niall processing Zayn leaving the band – but more importantly leaving him, and they don't get back together in the end. It's not my fault, Niall wrote a sad song! But also I was in the thick of grieving, so. That's what happened.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I almost, almost always write happy endings, so I could really pick this one at random lol, but I'll go with enough to make a girl blush. I really love how far Louis has come at the end of that fic and how happy she and Niall are together and how good they are together. Plus, I wrote a happy little timestamp for Harry and Zayn (count me in).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten comments that don't sit well with me, but not really. I did post a fic set at the beginning of COVID before I knew how bad it would get, and someone messaged me to say they were sorry about the hate it was getting... but I didn't see any?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes! I write smut that I find hot, girl direction and boy direction. When I started writing, I felt like I wrote absolutely terrible smut and I worked really hard to figure it out. Practice makes progress, baby.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

I've written a couple of reality show AUs with the actual people from the shows in the fic – you came into my life and you wanna be on top? Nothing too crazy!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think someone stole a shiall one-shot and posted it on Wattpad. Weirdly, I feel like I haven't made it because that doesn't happen to me more often.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! Most recently, someone asked if they could translate pink like the paradise found into Russian and they were so lovely.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I took part in a round robin for Nic's (@louandhazaf) birthday a few years ago! (Louis referring to merlot as the basic bitch of wines was me!) Co-writing has come up as an idea a couple of times, but the timing or idea etc has never been right.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I kind of have to fall deep for a pairing to write them, so I love a lot of pairings! Aside from larry, I think gryles might be my favorite. Something about the pining best friends who can't be together because of... REASONS just gets me where I live.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I had an idea for a lilo exes to lovers AU based on bennifer and I wrote a snippet that I really liked for it, but I felt like I was white washing Jennifer Lopez, if that's the right word? Like you can't separate her from the fact that she's Puerto Rican, so casting Louis in that role didn't feel right. I could try to figure out another way to approach it, but I don't really think I'll feel inspired enough.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at continuity, and writing scenes with lots of people and involving all of them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I always feel like I start sentences with "Niall did this" and "Harry did that" (sorry, writing narry at the moment). So, narration that's not action? Does that make sense?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can be done effectively. I liked how the French worked in Darling, so it goes. It made sense to include because Harry moved to a country where he didn't speak the language. I tried to make the meaning of the French clear when Harry understood it, but I didn't include translations in the notes because Harry didn't understand a lot, and I wanted the reader in his shoes. I worked really hard on the French because I don't speak it, but I asked @somethingwittyorother to look it over and their feedback was incredibly helpful.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

It's usually the last fic that I posted, so right now it's Suddenly Last Summer. I had the best time writing it and it was such a fulfilling creative outlet, and I just love it.

I'll tag: @crinkle-eyed-boo @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @neondiamond @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @absoloutenonsense @homosociallyyours @nouies @onlythebravest

[kpopsexstories]

NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #17: LUCAS Pt. 2/2

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Post-scandal Lucas enjoys a heartfelt moment with Haechan’s sister and ends up sleeping with her.

Type: VANILLA

Content: Missionary, Riding

Word Count: 6,748 (14,707 incl. pt. 1)

Members: Lucas (Former member)

Read Lucas Pt. 1 first.

Story #17: LUCAS Pt. 2 (of 2)

“Lucas!” Yangyang exclaimed, and rushed over to the door to give his long-haired friend a big hug. In seconds, Lucas was surrounded by young men who wanted to show him their love and appreciation.

Two years ago, he would have loved the attention. Now, it was a timid, quiet man who smiled softly at his old friends, most of whom he hadn’t seen in over a year.

The group had gathered in one of the common areas of the dorms in Seoul, for the express purpose of welcoming Lucas back from Hong Kong. Though he wasn't in any of the NCT units any longer, he was still working under the same company, and very much a part of the family.

Nearly everyone was there, including a couple of managers and ‘plus ones’, but with a few notable exceptions. None of the Dream members had come home yet, stuck at the studio for a late night dance practice. Hendery and a couple of others were missing too, out of town for a few days.

Once everyone had their turn hugging the man, and the initial excitement of Lucas’ visit – and imminent return – settled, they all spread out in the room. Music was playing, bottles and cups were being passed around, and Lucas found an empty spot on a couch.

The atmosphere was loud and the mood was great. Lucas felt genuinely happy as he looked around, excited to be back and thankful to have such great friends. But he somehow couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps he had outgrown them, and that he no longer quite fit in.

In an armchair beside him there was a girl who Lucas had never seen before. She was casually lounging with her legs folded under her, and sipping a drink from a straw. She was also the only woman in the room, and the only one who hadn't yet said hello. She immediately caught Lucas’ attention.

While the commotion surrounding his appearance had been going on, the girl had watched him in silence. She thoroughly enjoyed the scene. Now, when Lucas wasn’t being attacked by everyone else, she held out a hand and introduced herself.

Her name was Haneul, and she explained that she was Haechan’s younger sister. She quickly stated that Haechan wasn’t back yet, but that it wasn’t the first time she hung out with the boys without him. Though many faces in the room were new to her – including Lucas and everyone from WayV – she knew most members quite well.

Lucas smiled and nodded slowly while she spoke. He liked that Haneul did all the talking. As nice as it was to be back, he felt overwhelmed just by being in the room he once called home. As much as he loved his friends, he didn't want this attention. Haneul was a pleasant distraction, and she made him feel relaxed.

“Watch out for this one,” a voice said behind Haneul's back. She quickly turned around when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and saw Johnny smirking and towering above her. “He’s dangerous.”

He pointed to Lucas and winked. It was a terrible joke. Lucas ran his hand through his long hair and smiled back, but suddenly felt even more uneasy than he already did.

Johnny, who was drunk, went away as quickly as he’d appeared, and Lucas was left alone with Haneul again. She noticed his concerned expression.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know it must be hard for you.”

Lucas wondered how much the girl knew about him. Clearly she wasn’t clueless about his past, and the boys had probably told her everything.

They were interrupted again when Jaehyun came over, threw himself onto the couch, and started ruffling Lucas’ hair. Lucas faked a laugh, while Haenul just sat and watched the boys.

“Lucas!” Jaehyun shouted and grinned, and leaned in to give his friend a hug. “Our very first daddy. Who would have guessed? How's your son? I’m so happy you’re back!”

Lucas never got a chance to respond, because when Jaehyun let go of his body and sat up straight, he accidentally hit Lucas’ arm, which caused Jaehyun to spill his drink onto his friend.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he said and quickly stood up. “I’ll get a towel or something.”

While Jaehyun disappeared into the crowd on the makeshift dance floor, which had formed in the middle of the room, Lucas aired his shirt and tried to limit the damage. Haneul pulled out a tissue from a pocket in her jeans, got up and sat down beside him on the couch.

“Thanks,” Lucas said and looked up. When their eyes met, Haneul’s hand froze on his arm. There was a sudden spark between them. Haneul felt it too, a feeling she didn’t get from any of the other men in the room.

Jaehyun soon returned, and handed a towel to his friend. “Do you want to borrow a shirt?” he asked when the towel didn’t seem to do much good.

Lucas could have said yes, but in all honesty he didn’t feel like talking to Jaehyun, or any of the other drunk boys for that matter. In fact, he no longer wanted to be there at all. He’d thought he did, but there were simply too many bittersweet memories around.

Two years had passed since his old self died. He wasn't the same person anymore, yet the members only knew him from who he was, not who he had become. He suddenly hated the feeling of returning to a place and past that his mind had long since left behind.

“No, I’ll get something from Hendery's room,” Lucas said in response to Jaehyun’s offer. “He said I could stay there tonight if I want since he's away. Thanks though.”

“Alright,” Jaehyun said, but was interrupted when Yuta suddenly came and pulled his arm. Another drunk friend who felt like a stranger.

“Come dance, hyung!” Yuta said loudly. “You too, Lucas! And Haneul, dance with us!”

“I’m good,” Lucas said and leaned further back on the couch, suddenly ignoring his wet shirt.

Jaehyun laughed when he was abruptly pulled away. Haneul remained seated by Lucas’ side, and was somewhat relieved that Yuta left her alone.

“Are they always like this?” she asked and looked at the new friend she was making.

“You tell me,” Lucas said and laughed. “You’ve probably seen more of them than I have recently.”

Haneul snorted and smiled, then suddenly stood up.

“Come on,” she said and held out a hand again. “Let’s get away from these obnoxious guys and find you that shirt.”

Hendery’s room was small. It had a desk, a large TV on the wall, and two beds. For a moment, Lucas wondered who he’d be sharing the room with. He no longer knew what the sleeping arrangements were. All he knew was that his friend and former bandmate had offered the use of his bed for the night, and that he wouldn't mind if he borrowed some clothes.

Haneul opened a closet and started rummaging around. “Which of these are Hendery's?” she asked.

“That one,” Lucas said while sitting down on the edge of one of the beds. “The black one. He wore it at a show once, I'll never forget it.”

Haneul picked up the shirt and tossed it in Lucas’ direction. Lucas caught it, but otherwise didn't react. Instead, he suddenly stared absent-mindedly into the open closet.

“I'll leave you to it,” Haneul said when she felt the silence. She realized she was intruding on Lucas’ personal space.

“Stay,” Lucas said, faster than he intended to. He looked lost. “I don't wanna to go back out there.”

Haneul suddenly became concerned. “Why not?” she asked and came over to sit next to the solemn man.

“I don't know. This used to be my home but things feel… different. I don't recognize it. I'm not sure I recognize them. I guess they're the same but I've changed. I'm not the person I once was.”

“I can relate to that,” Haneul said. “When Haechan got famous, my friends started acting weird around me. Eventually we grew apart. Now I'm closer with the boys than I am with the people I went to school with, and that's saying something, because it's not that often that I see the boys at all.”

Lucas nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the shirt he was holding. “On one hand, I wish I could go back in time and change it all. On the other, I want to look ahead and just forget everything.”

Haneul hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to overstep any boundaries. But then she built up the courage to ask: “Why did you leave?”

Lucas looked at her curiously. “You know why I left. I felt like my life was over and fell into a depression. Then Chen was born. But things with his mother were… complicated.”

“Where is she now? Are you still together?”

“Still in Hong Kong. We're not together. We never were. I'm still with the company and I'm ready to start over, but that means coming back here, to Seoul.”

Haneul repeated her sentiment from before. “It must have been hard for you.”

“It was, for a long time. But then Chen made life bright again. Now, the hardest part is leaving him with his mother. But I need to get back on my feet. A year here for work, then I can possibly return to China to rebuild my career there, and be close to Chen at the same time.”

“Well, for the record, I think it's totally unfair what happened to you. The boys feel the same way. They miss you and often talk about you.”

“Don't play nice,” Lucas said and smiled softly. “I was a total jerk. I got what I deserved, nothing less. And they don't all agree. When I needed friends the most, many of them stopped calling me. When it really mattered, it was my old friends from school who knew me as someone other than NCT's Lucas who stuck with me.”

“I think that's a bit unfair. You saw the reaction today. I guess they just didn't know what to say back then.”

“Well, like I said, I'm a different person now.”

With those words, Lucas finally unfolded the shirt he was holding and placed it on his lap. Without so much as hesitating, he took the shirt he was wearing and pulled it over his head.

Haneul glared at him when he exposed his upper body. Lucas was sexy and confident, yet timid and vulnerable. He had a great body. She was attracted by the combination of traits, and for the first time she felt a little turned on by the man by her side.

“I should leave,” she said and started to get up.

“No,” Lucas said and grabbed her arm. He tossed his wet shirt on the floor, but left Hendery's fresh one on his lap.

“Stay,” he continued. “Please.”

His touch on her arm and the bare chest pumping beside her made Haneul feel excited and nervous at the same time. The spark returned. She'd definitely never felt what she felt in this moment with any of the other boys.

She sat back down and the room was silent for a moment. Only a fint murmur of thw party outside could be hears.

“Do you miss it?” Haneul finally asked.

“I do, I can't lie about that. But, you know, it will never be the same and I've accepted that. I'm ready to move on.”

Another moment of silence. Lucas stared at the floor, and felt Haneul's leg brush against his. Her hands were folded in her lap.

“So, how's your brother?” he asked.

“Oh, he's good.”

“You know, he's one of the people who never called.”

“I'm sorry,” Haneul said, not quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Though I didn't reach out either,” Lucas was quick to add. “I regret that sometimes.”

“Do you have any other regrets?” Haneul asked. She was happy that Lucas was opening up to her.

Lucas turned to face her. They locked eyes, and the spark intensified.

“Too many to share,” he said. “I learned a lot though.”

Haneul adjusted her position. She raised her leg and sat on her foot on the edge of the bed, and turned her chest in Lucas’ direction. Her knee leaned into his lap.

Haneul was nice to talk to. Sweet and attentive. Curious and open-minded. And the physical attraction sent a thrill through Lucas’ body.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like, to be more respectful to the people around me. And more considerate with my actions. I was a selfish prick.”

“Well, I don't know you, I've only heard stories about you. And beside the rumors every single one of the stories tell of a funny, kind-hearted man. Is that no longer who you are?”

“I've never been funny,” Lucas said. ”That's what I strive to be, all those things. But maybe I'm not as fun to be around anymore.”

Haneul's knee pressed down a little harder on his thigh.

“I'm having fun right now,” she said. ”I mean, I enjoy this, sitting alone with you in this room. If the old you was anything like those guys out there are acting right now, I like this new you much better.”

Lucas grinned. “You don't know me,” he said with a smile.

“True, but I'm pretty good at reading people.”

As she said those words, Haneul leaned in a little closer, so close that Lucas reacted to it. His heart skipped a beat, and his shirtless body suddenly felt warm.

Haneul's hand moved from her lap and onto his thigh. Her face almost touched his. Man she's beautiful, Lucas thought.

The old him might have taken advantage of the situation. He might have read the signals in his favor, and decided that making a move for a moment's pleasure was worth it over any risks it entailed, and no matter the potential consequences of his actions.

The new him, however, did not think like that. He was not about to make a move on Haechan's baby sister.

Haneul quickly understood this, and knew two things: that Lucas wouldn't kiss her without an expressed invitation, and that he desperately wanted to. She was right about both.

That's why she – attracted by the fit and handsome shirtless man beside her, and infatuated with his sensitivity and sensibility – decided that the risk was hers to bear, and that in this moment it was a risk worth taking.

Foreplay starts here…

And so, Haneul finally closed the gap between them. Slowly, her nose brushed against Lucas’, until his big lips met hers in a gentle kiss. Her hand pressed harder on his thigh when she leaned in.

At first, Lucas closed his eyes and opened his mouth but otherwise didn't move. Then, he kissed her back, and placed a hand on her knee in his lap.

It felt good. So good. Haneul wasn't the first woman he'd been with since the scandal, but it had been a while, and she was the first one who seemed to understand him. She was just what he needed in this moment, and even though they'd just met – and even though he really should be outside enjoying his party – he was more than willing to let things turn sexual.

The kissing quickly intensified. Lucas titled his head Haneul around the waist. She raised her hand and touched his bare chest. It was arousing, thrilling to make out in secret with the other’s just a few rooms away.

When Lucas leaned closer still, Haneul quickly lay down on her back on the bed. He followed, his hip resting sideways against hers. He became hard in an instant, as his bulge rubbed against the side of her body.

“Mmm,” Haneul moaned when she wrapped her arms around the shirtless man.

“Ahh,” Lucas said softly when he started moving his hip and groin against the girl, and feeling her waist and torso.

Their kissing made suction sounds in the otherwise quiet room. The music and muffled voices could be heard outside, further down the corridor. So far, no one had come to look for them.

“We should probably lock the door,” Haneul said and pushed on Lucas’ shoulder. Despite the large number of people in the building, the person she was mostly worried about was her brother, who would return home and might come looking for her at any moment.

Lucas sat up on his knees, and Haneul jumped out of bed before he could react. She rushed to the door and turned the lock. Then she faced the horny man on the bed and smiled.

He smiled back, but was also very aware of the situation. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Haneul giggled and approached him. She stood by the foot of the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder, then pushed him down on his back. He watched with a huge grin while she pulled her top over her head.

“I'm sure,” she said and climbed on her knees onto the bed, until she was sitting on top of Lucas’ crotch.

He immediately began to touch her naked skin. Slowly, carefully as not to make a mistake, but eager and excited to feel her.

Haneul reached behind her back and undid her bra. She slid it over her shoulders and revealed her bare breasts, then let it fall off her while they maintained eye contact.

As soon as the reality of the situation settled, Lucas reached down between his legs to undo his pants. Haneul did the same to her jeans, and climbed off the man to lie beside him as they simultaneously pulled their pants down their legs.

Lucas kept his underwear on, but took his socks off when he briefly sat up to pull the pants over his ankles. Haneul raised her knees to get her pants and panties off in one go.

The room was bright, the lights were on, and they could see everything. When they were done undressing, Lucas sat next to the naked girl and admired the full length of her body. She crossed her legs and held an arm over her chest, but then uncrossed them and removed the arm, inviting Lucas to come back down on her.

He did just that. In only a pair of black boxers, he touched the insides of Haneul's thighs, and lowered his head between her legs. The lips he'd kissed her mouth with quickly found her vagina.

Haneul closed her eyes and spread her legs wide while the man kissed her folds. Lucas pouted his lips and lubricated the sensitive tissue with saliva. Then he stuck out his tongue and started eating her out.

“Mm,” Haneul repeated. “Ahh, Lucas!”

They stayed like this for several minutes. Occasionally, Lucas looked up to see Haneul's face twisting and grimacing behind her flat breasts. A couple of times, Haneul simultaneously glanced down to see the cute head going at it on her pussy, and their eyes met. A piercing, thrilling sensation rushed through them both.

Eventually, Lucas stopped eating and started kissing, making his way up Haneul's stomach, chest and eventually finding her lips again. He stretched out long on top of her, while letting his hand explore the side of her body, from the naked thigh and ass to her breast and face.

With a palm on her cheek and his ass rocking gently between her legs, Lucas moaned softly as they kissed with passion. Haneul explored his back and held his shoulders tight, and occasionally felt his ass cheeks over the fabric of his underwear. Finally, when her fingers traced the spine and Lucas was kissing her neck, she stuck her hand inside them.

This caused Lucas to thrust down hard but slow between her legs, a lustful push which sent a sensation through his shaft. The sensation beamed out into his body.

“Ahh,” he said, as the length of the shaft rubbed against the folds of X's vagina. “Ohh, yeah.”

The moans and physical push, and the feeling of the mushy skin on Lucas' ass, inspired Haneul to pull the underwear down over the cheeks. The shaft got squeezed as they stretched out, and Lucas raised his hips to reach down and grab it.

He lifted the underwear over the shaft, letting his penis free. Then he looked Haneul in the eye before he dared to lower his body again.

“I don't have a condom,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Haneul replied softly. “I'm on the pill.”

It had been a while since he last heard those words, when he made the mistake of trusting the mother of his child. But now, like then, he saw no reason not to trust the naked girl in his arms.

And so he lowered his body, slowly, while Haneul raised a knee and pushed the underwear all the way down with her foot. Lucas quickly kicked them off, and they joined the pants and the shirts on the floor.

At first, he made no effort the penetrate her. They made out, naked and aroused, while he rocked gently back and forth on top of her. But with each rocking motion, Haneul spread her legs a little wider, and Lucas slid down a little further. Soon enough, the head reached the lips of her vagina, and gradually became engulfed by them.

Sex starts here…

When the dick head suddenly slid inside it took Lucas by surprise. “Ohh,” he moaned abruptly, and Haneul let out a giggle.

“Ohh,” he repeated when he thrust forward a second time, and the head pushed even deeper.

This time, Haneul didn't giggled but joined in with a moan of her own. The head stretched her wet hole wide, and it felt great.

For a moment, Lucas became very aware of what they were doing, and of the muffled party still happening outside. Sex was the last thing he'd imagined he’d be having when he first returned to the dorm. And this was Haechan's sister. For the first time, he wondered what his former close fried would think. If he ever found out, that is.

Haneul quickly extinguished any doubts though, when she squeezed her legs tighter around Lucas’ thighs and pressed her hand down hard on his ass. The head and shaft slid deep inside her, and she threw her head back and grimaced.

“Ahh, wow, Lucas, you feel so good,” she whimpered. That was just the kind of talk Lucas loved to hear, and it made him forget all about Haechan and where they were.

Balls deep inside the girl, Lucas’ thrusts quickly picked up the pace. He rocked and panted and touched and kissed the girl, while she moaned and squirmed occasionally beneath him. She was great and playful in bed, clearly experienced, which was good because the new him needed someone else to take control, or at least to take initiative.

Haneul certainly did, but the wonderful bubble they were in burst just minutes after they truly got stated. There was suddenly a knock on the door, and someone pushed down the handle.

This caused Lucas to jump, and Haneul to curl up to cover her body when the man abruptly pulled out of her.

“Yeah?” Lucas said loudly. He sat up on the bed completely naked and uncovered, and suddenly felt nervous and worried.

“Lucas, where did you go?” a voice shouted behind the door. It was Johnny, one of the few who had actually noticed that Lucas had left his spot on the couch.

Lucas looked at Haneul. “Maybe we should get back out there?” he whisper.

Haneul quickly shook her head. “No,” she pleaded. “I wanna stay.”

Lucas turned to face the door. “Sorry,” he sad loudly “I came to get a shirt from Hendery but got tired. Let me take a nap and I'll come back later.”

“What?” the voice outside nearly screamed. “No way, come join your party!”

“I'm sorry,” Lucas repeated. “It was a long flight.

Another muffled voice was heard outside, and for a moment Johnny didn't respond. Then a final click of the door handle when Johnny let go of it.

“Alright,” he said. “Just come out whenever you're ready.”

Something had changed in the voice. It sounded happier, more cheerful, almost as if Lucas was being teased. Lucas didn't think twice about it, but sat completely still and in silence until he was reasonably assured that Johnny had left.

Haneul began to laugh, and relaxed her otherwise tense body. She stretched out on the bed and reached out to touch Lucas’ waist.

“Come here,” she said and smiled. Lucas wasn't going to turn that invitation down.

His still hard dick swayed in the air when he rolled back down and untwisted his body, to lay back down on top of his newly found sexual partner. The make-out quickly resumed. When he penetrated her again, they picked up exactly where they'd left off.

This was when Haneul took initiative again, and pushed on Lucas’ shoulder. He rolled sideways and she followed, until he was the one on his back and she was sitting on top of him.

The dick was still inside her, but at first she didn't move. Lucas rested his hands on her thigh and she felt his pumped chest with hers, while smiling down at him. Damn she’s beautiful, Lucas thought to himself.

Then, Haneul slowly started moving her hips back and forth. Lucas had his eyes wide open and took in the sight of her naked body. He grabbed her ass, and pushed and pulled to aid her movements.

Haneul started rolling her hips faster, leaned down further and reached up to brush her hair to one side. She started bouncing up and down, an elbow on either side of Lucas’ chest and arms. When their faces almost touched, Lucas lifted his head and planted his lips on hers.

The head and shaft slid in and out of her repeatedly. Lucas’ body tensed, and with a firm grip around her cheeks he started thrusting deeper into her.

“Mm, oh yeah, Lucas,” Haneul said.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” he panted repeatedly. The faster he went, the louder but more strained his moans became.

“Shhh,” she said and giggled.

Lucas listened and held his breath, but didn’t slow down. The mattress started shaking. Haneul's breasts shook violently with each fast thrust. But when the bed slammed against the wall, they both abruptly stopped.

“Holy shit,” Lucas said. “You're amazing! But yeah, we should probably keep it down.”

“Haechan might come home,” Haneul pointed out.

They both relaxed their bodies, and Haneul sat up straight. Her hips pressed down hard on the man, his cock sliding deep inside her.

For a while, she gently moved her ass up and down while Lucas lay completely still, merely enjoying the moment and sensation. Then they froze on the spot when a new set of voices were heard outside the door.

Several people walked by outside, talking and laughing loudly. Lucas could make out three of them: Chenle, whose dolphin-like laughter was unmistakable. Jisung, whose deep voice had matured so much over the years. And Haechan, whose voice sent a shiver down his spine.

He quickly looked up at the girl with a serious expression. She gave him a reassuring smile. Neither of them moved as they listened to the voices go by, and eventually disappear.

“They're gone,” Haneul said and unfrozen herself. She added: “Don't worry though. I don’t think he’d care.”

This relaxed Lucas, though it wasn't Haechan he should be worried about. Of course he didn't know that yet, but would find out soon enough.

When the danger had passed they resumed the activity, but both realized that they should probably finish sooner rather than later. Still sitting up straight, pressing her legs against Lucas’ sides, Haneul picked up the pace one final time.

Lucas did the same, and started thrusting into the girl while his hands explored her beautiful waist and boobs. He stared at her in amazement, briefly wondering how he got so lucky, until he felt an orgasm coming and closed his eyes hard.

“Mm, yeah, yeah,” Haneul whispered repeatedly while she rolled her hips and bounced her ass up and down.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Lucas panted, faster and faser.

His hands stopped moving around and grabbed on tight around Haneul's hips. She held on around his waist while staring at the ceiling.

“Mm, oh yeah, Lucas,” she whispered.

“Aahh, fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come,” he said in an equally low but strained voice.

“Oh yeah, ahhh, Lucas!”

“Ahh, ahh, ahhh.”

Lucas suddenly grimaced excessively. He held on tight around Haneul's ass. His touch was gentle, but the requirement to keep his voice down made his body work hard and muscles tense as he panted and came inside the girl.

Haneul loved it. She found it thrilling that she'd now had sex with not one, but two of Haechan's famous friends. As much as she liked Lucas for his sexy body and the sweet, vulnerable personality he'd shown her, there was no denying that the fact that he was who he was made her want this even more.

“Ahhhh!” Lucas groaned one last time, as quietly as possible, as a great sensation rushing through his body. He shot several loads into the girl, and it felt amazing when he came. The way his hands were tightly wrapped around the gorgeous ass and hips, and the way his shaft quickly slid in and out of the tight vagina as she bounced on top of him, felt great.

“Ohh yeah,” Haneul whimpered. She'd figured out that Lucas loved a submissive girl, and when he burst inside her that's what she gave him. “Ohh, yeah, mmm,” she moaned.

“Ahh, fuck,” Lucas said when he calmed down, and his muscles started to relax. He slowed his thrusts and lowered his ass into the mattress.

Haneul slowed down too, stopped bouncing and let herself sink onto the shaft. It felt so good the way it pulsed and throbbed inside her, and the several waves of cum filled her up.

When the act was over she smiled and laughed as their eyes met. She leaned down and collapsed on Lucas’ chest, while he caressed her warm back and steadied his breathing.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said longingly.

“Hey,” Lucas said and pushed on her shoulder. She raised her head and looked at him.” Thank you.”

“For what?” Haneul asked.

“For listening to me.”

Haneul smiled. “Oh. You're welcome,” she said.

She sat up and raised her body. The now slack dick slid out of her, and sloppily fell onto Lucas’ stomach.

She rolled off him and lay beside him, cuddling up close with her head on his shoulder and hand on his toned chest. He turned to look at her.

“Should we go back out?” he asked.

She closed her eyes. “In a moment,” she said.

“No, don't fall asleep,” Lucas said and suddenly sounded worried. “Hey, let's go back out until the party dies down, then maybe you can stay the night? If you want to.”

Haneul tilted her head back and looked at him. “I'd love that,” she said. “Fine. I guess the star of the party has to show his face more than once.”

Lucas woke up to a loud laugh coming from the hallway outside. He was on his back, and Haneul was snoring quietly beside him. Her naked chest was pressed against his upper arm. The twisted duvet covered their legs and hips but not much else.

He felt a pounding headache coming on. They had indeed rejoined the party, and it had lasted to the early morning.

Still a little drunk, Lucas yawned and stretched his arms above his head, then rolled on his side and brushed Haneul's hair aside. He was glad that she’d stayed. She was wonderful, and he smiled to himself as he admired her pretty face.

The gentle touch caused her to wake up. She opened her eyes slowly, then smiled when she met his friendly gaze.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning,” Lucas replied. He leaned in and gave her a loving kiss.

“Thanks for last night,” he added. “I really needed that.”

“Me too,” Haneul said. “More than I think I realized.”

They started to make out, and Lucas was horny again in seconds. But they never got any further, as soon there was a loud knock on the door.

“Hey lovebirds, come out for breakfast!” It was Haechan's voice.

“Alright,” Lucas said, then looked at Haneul. They smiled at each other and began to giggle.

“See, I told you he wouldn’t mind,” Haneul said.

Lucas snickered but wasn’t fully convinced. Perhaps it was his past haunting his mind, but there might still be consequences to face.

“You were great by the way,” Haneul added.

Lucas let out a laugh. “So were you. I'm glad we met.”

They started getting out of bed, and found their scattered clothes on the floor. In silence while occasionally glancing at each other and giggling, they got dressed and ready to face reality. Who knew what mess waited for them outside, and what reactions the fact that Haneul had stayed the night had caused.

The hallway was empty, as was the living room where the party had taken place, but voices could be heard from the communal kitchen. Lucas walked ahead while Haneul followed close behind.

In the clothes they wore the night before, they joined a handful of young men around a kitchen table. The group was significantly smaller, limited to those who lived on this floor and those who had found the energy to get out of bed.

Hungover and tired, most mumbled a superficial good morning when Lucas and Haneul entered the room. Haechan and Jeno, who hadn't been there for most of the evening, were the only ones who seemed rested and energetic.

“Hello sister,” Haechan said with a grin on his face. “Didn't make it home, did you?”

“No, I did not,” Haneul replied and smirked. “Shut up.”

Several of the boys looked up and giggled, but no one said a word.

Food was on the table, and Lucas helped himself to what was served. Haneul sat down next to him, and as the group came to life people started talking and joking among themselves.

More people joined from the other floors. Memories from last night were shared, and Lucas, who was the reason for why there was a get-together in the first place, got a whole bunch of questions about the past and future.

With Haneul by his side, he didn't mind answering them. Largely thanks to her, the pains of being back had faded overnight.

The morning would take a turn for Lucas, however, when several members of the Dream team came down to join the gathering. Renjun and Chenle made an appearance and, more importantly, as did Jisung.

Jisung entered the kitchen with a big smile on his face. He was in a good mood, and unlike many of the others was not hungover. He had already eaten, but wanted to be part of the social experience, and to say hello to Lucas who had not been around in the short period Jisung was at the party.

Jisung quickly lit up in a huge smile when he saw the girl seated at the table, with frizzy bed hair and eating a bowl of cereal. It quickly went away when he realized he should play it cool. They had texted occasionally but not seen each other in person in over a year.

“Hey,” he said and she looked up.

“Hey,” she replied.

The people closest to them suddenly went quiet.

“I didn't know you'd be here,” Jisung continued.

“Neither did I,” Haneul admitted, and knew that she had to hold back her words.

“Were you at the party? I didn't see you last night.”

Haneul didn't respond at first. More people went quiet, their expressions suddenly serious and curious. Jisung noticed the silence and felt their eyes upon him. Something was off.

“I was,” Haneul finally said.

Another silence.

“She was probably in bed when you were here,” Johnny said. Yuta quickly shushed him, but others giggled quietly.

“What?” Jisung asked and laughed. He looked around the table, still standing at the edge a few steps away from Haneul.

“Hey, how was the rehearsal yesterday?” Haechan asked. It was an obvious attempt to divert attention, and it fooled no one.

“It was good,” Jisung said, cautiously suspicious. Then he turned his head in Lucas’ direction, and was met with a serious, slightly confused and solemn expression.

Haneul was sitting close to her lover, their shoulders touching, and from the reaction of the room, the expressions on their faces, and the fact that Haneul was still in the dorm at all, Jisung finally connected the dots.

“Oh,” he said, in a somewhat heartbroken voice. “I see.”

“Jisung…” Mark said, in a sorrowful and emphatic tone.

“Well, I'll leave you to it. Enjoy your breakfast.”

With that, Jisung turned around and left the room. Johnny giggled, Yuta punched him on the shoulder. Mark and Haechan locked eyes and grimaced painfully, then Haechan gave his sister a stern look. She stared down into her bowl and stired the food around slowly. Chenle and Renjun looked confused, having just walked in themselves and not made the connection Jisung was able to make.

And in the thick of it all was Lucas, who had no clue what the hell was going on.

“What just happened?” he asked.

Haechan never took his eyes off his sister. “Are you going to tell him or should I? He'll find out anyway.”

Haneul didn't respond, but sighed and produced a faint smile.

“What?” Lucas asked and laughed nervously, the way Jisung had the moment before he understood. He looked at Haneul with a curious expression. “What?” he repeated.

She finally raised he head to face him. “We had a thing once, ages ago. It's no big deal.”

“It is to Jisung,” Yuta said.

“Fuck,” Lucas said. “I didn't know.”

He looked around the suddenly very quiet group, searching for more information but afraid to ask any questions. This was apparently a sensitive subject.

Johnny saw his confusion, and decided to give him more info: “They had sex in the Philippines during a tour. But hey, it was indeed ages ago. Don't worry about it.”

“Should I go talk to him?”

“No, don't,” Haechan said.

Haneul finally decided to own up to the situation. “Don’t worry, I'll talk to him later,” she said. She turned to her brother. “I promise, okay?”

Haechan glared at her, and she added: “I owe him that. He's a sweet guy, and this was shitty of me.”

Her brother smiled reassuringly at her. Then Yuta let out a laugh, which finally broke the sour mood. One after another, the others joined in. What else could they do?

What had happened happened, and Jisung would get over it. His friends would help him get over the heartbreak. But there was no point in any of them holding a grudge against Lucas, who had been completely unaware of the situation, and no one was going to blame Haechan's darling sister too harshly.

Soon everyone was laughing, everyone except Chenle who suddenly left the room, and Lucas who remained confused and unsure of what to do.

There was nothing funny about the situation at all, and had he known he would never have let last night happen. Not even the old version of himself would do that to poor Jisung, or to any of the boys for that matter.

But it did happen, and to Lucas’ old, fragile heart which was burdened with past experiences, it became a painful memory. At the same time, his night with Haneul felt remarkable, and became a memory he cherished. Combined, his first visit to the dorm after the scandal became another bittersweet memory of the place, a place where a boy grew up and became a man.

Lucas was on the right path, but he had a long road ahead before he could redeem himself. He knew that better than anyone, and Haneul was a painful reminder of it.

Curious about the time Jisung and Haechan’s sister hooked up? Read Jisung’s Most Memorable Sexual Experience.

[cybernecromancer365]

Rollins to the Rescue 2

A.n. On an episode 19x19 writing binge...meant to post yesterday, but I fell asleep while editing it.

Part 1 here

Alex walked into the Lieutenant’s office and set the salad in its fancy takeout box on Liv's desk. "Courtesy of Rollins."

Olivia looked up. Even with age and dark rimmed glasses that almost matched her own, Alex saw the same Liv she fell in love with what seemed like forever ago.

"You...went to eat with Rollins? That's...unexpected."

"She said some things I needed to hear."

"Alex, I'm sorry about the case—"

"We didn’t talk about the case."

Olivia took her glasses off, her brow furrowing over a bewildered gaze. "What is it?"

Olivia's eyes searched hers and Alex felt herself faltering at the concern in Olivia's voice. She missed seeing Olivia's softer side, and hearing her name said in that disarming tone. "Can I...talk to you…alone—"

"Sure, close the door."

Alex shook her head. "No, later. What I have to say will take too long."

"Sure, whe—"

The phone on Olivia's desk rang, and Olivia picked it up. "Benson." She suddenly switched personas, answering with a stern tone. "What?" Her face paled. "Now?" Her jaw clenched as she listened to the call. "Where?" She stood, and Alex caught her breath as Olivia pulled out a desk drawer and grabbed her gun, putting it in the holster at her hip. "I'm on my way." She hung up the phone quick, a little too rough as it clattered against the receiver. She snatched her jacket from the coat rack and rounded her desk.

"What is it?" Alex felt her worry and only imagined it showed on her face. "Something related to the case—"

"No. Hostage situation." Olivia slipped on her jacket. "One of our repeat offenders escaped his prison detail. He’s held up in one of his victim’s homes, and...he's already shot two civilians."

Alex watched Olivia get ready, feeling her heart beat match the hurried tempo of Olivia's haste.

"He's saying he'll make a deal if he speaks with us."

“A-And you’re just marching off to meet his demands?"

Olivia grabbed the door handle and Alex grabbed her arm without thinking it through.

"Are you crazy?"

Olivia shot a confused look Alex's way, her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to decipher the moment. 'What the fuck Alex?' Olivia wouldn't say it out loud but that's what her eyes said, and it wasn't the first time Alex got that look. That look meant "back off and let me do my job," but Alex couldn't shake the thought swirling in her head. It made dread gather in her stomach. What if this happened to be the last time she saw Olivia alive?

Maybe fate had strung together a cruel plot, and only now did she see it.

First, she returned to a city she hadn't permanently resided in for years. Then, on a whim Olivia found her. A few moments later and Olivia would've arrived to an empty parking lot.

Then, after an unsuccessful end to their case and another fight with Olivia, Rollins jumped in to save their relationship just as they were about to go their separate ways, again. And now, when she was ready to confess, Olivia was out the door, heading to what could be her doom. It all lined up too perfectly.

"Since when is it the lieutenant’s duty to rush into the field anyway?” Alex pushed.

“I’m responsible for this department—”

“Great, send someone else—”

“Now’s not the time for this Alex.” Olivia opened the door. “We can talk when I get back.”

Alex grabbed her shoulder.

"Alex I don't have for th—"

Now or never. Alex pulled Olivia in and kissed her, right in the office doorway. A jolt rushed down her back and she pulled away with a wide gaze, her hand tight around Olivia's arm as she resisted the urge to kiss her again.

Olivia looked just as shellshocked but regained her composure quickly, not once glancing to the squadroom that came to a sudden standstill. Olivia clenched her jaw and swallowed the lump in her throat, looking down with a small nod, her only acknowledgement before she freed her arm from Alex's grip and left the room, sliding on her game face.

Alex stood in the doorway, catching Fin’s growing smile; Rollins attempting to turn to her desk and act engrossed in her work as Olivia stormed past.

"Don't get cozy Rollins. You're with me." Olivia called out, crossing the squadroom with fire in her steps.

Rollins stood quick, gathering blazer. "Wasn't expecting that." Rollins said and flashed Alex a proud smile before she rushed out after Olivia.

[bumble66]

Alt-theory: Is Chris Evans being used as a merkin?

For people who don't know what a merkin is. It means a man who covers a lesbian celebrity's homosexuality.

Here is an old list of celebrity gay rumors for more information regarding merkins. The list is from 2003. So some of those people are already dead, yet it still shows that gay people on average have always been attracted to the arts and that's why lgbt is overrepresented in Hollywood: https://accountant247.tripod.com/gossip.html

Chris' fake wife is from Portugal and her name is Alba. When you look her up online it shows plenty of articles about her being in a romantic relationship with her best friend Justin, who is according to lipstick alley's Chris Evans fans a gay man because in the "Chris Evans Relationship Theories Part 10" thread, they claimed that in Alba's instagram post about the GQ MOTY awards, you can see his boyfriend tagged by her under "Styling".

example: https://thefamilynation.com/alba-baptista-justin-amorim

Her gay best friend Justin is a not-well known movie director. For what does he need a beard? It looks more that she was in need of a merkin. I mean, why else did her team post all these articles about her and Justin all the time in the past?

Another example:

(BTW, @ Chris and Alba's teams, I've already archived these articles online. So don't waste your time deleting them.)

After Justin, she was in a PR relationship with alleged gay man and actor Lucas Bravo. People claim he pings and I have to agree. Just watch some interviews of him on youtube. Lucas' gay rumors started when French Lucas fans read Alba's French wikipedia article because they were in a show together and prbly wanted more info about his co-stars:

TRANSLATION:

It confuses me though because unlike others of #TeamPR, who hates her guts and say she looks mid and compare her to a trout 🐟 because of her apparently fish-like looking mouth, I on the other hand find her pretty attractive. She is definitely a young hot chick men would like to date or hook up with. Sorry folks, I am just not in denial. Straight men find young women hot and that's why I don't buy the theory that a hetero-Chris would be ashamed of being seen with her publicly. LMAO which straight man would be ashamed of showing off a hot young woman as a wife??? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 are you all high?

Anyway, in the wiki article above it mentions her movie roles, of which 6 of them are bi/lesbian roles. Coincidence?

I mean, even if you don't like her, you have to admit that a girl her age and with above average looks would have no problem finding a boyfriend of her own, yet she dates gay man after gay man and it could mean that Chris was just chosen as another meat shield.

Remember, she was supposed to be pushed too with her warrior nun show. When Chris and her had the New York pap walk in November 2022 when season 2 of her WN show premiered. So netflix apparently wanted her to make an A-lister too evidenced by the fact that they chose former A lister Chris Evans as a merkin for her. And through my blog you have found out that Hollywood is still homophobic so she needs to be presented as a heterosexual to the public.

I came up with that thought when an industry insider called Janet B on lipstick alley claimed she is a lesbian:

They call Alba Alabama because they don't want to give her google algorhythm points.

I have heard there have been lesbian rumors about her from more than a year ago. Does someone know more?

Everything above is alleged based on links and screenshots provided.

Edit:

Also, would Chris allow his wife to be so touchy-feely with her "ex"?