#who do you think took your boobs? aftermath

[kagender]

shit day. get followed by someone that has garfield with his tits out as their pfp. suddenly, my life is fixed.

[curtsycream]

Frat! Headcanons

Frat!Ghost, Soap, and Gaz x Soro!Reader

This is so short and I just I don’t know, as someone who was really into greek life I felt a need to. Not proofread, talks about their sex life briefly, and mostly includes partying. Not the complete soro/frat life but I thought this would be more interesting.

Being in a relationship with Frat! Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. You belong to the sister sorority on campus. Your sorority and their fraternity have lots of events together from toga nights to casino nights.

No matter what the party is Simon always sticks close to you. Call it your scary dog privileges as no one dares to approach you either him one step behind you.

At parties you can be a bit of a lightweight and tend to put your drink down a lot. Well you used to but whenever you feel the need to put your drink down you hand it to Simon, “hold please.” Simon will literally guard it with his life even if you only handed it to him to hold hands with Johnny.

Johnny normally doesn’t hold your drinks as he has a tendency to drink it. He gets curious about the mix you have in your cup and drinks it or assumes you made it for him. “How was I supposed to know you just handed me a cup, baby.”

Kyle was also a good option to hold your cup as he would hold it close. If anyone walked up to him he would assume it was for the drink. “No you can’t hold this, so you can spike it? I’ve seen movies I know how this goes down.” Truthfully he means well, when you walk back over to him it would be like a puppy seeing its owner. He would hand you back your cup smiling when you say thank you.

I’d like to think that Johnny and Kyle would rope you into beer pong games as much as they can. They like to watch you play even if you’re not the best at it. But anytime someone gets a pong ball into a cup during your turn one of them would drink it. Their only excuse is, “I was thirsty.” But deep down the reason was because they didn’t want you to get completely wasted.

The aftermath of parties would always be the best. Since the parties usually took place in the fraternity you would sleep there. It was convenient that Kyle and Johnny share a room.

If you were drunk they would take care of you. Well take care of you and Kyle, he’s not the greatest at pacing himself and tends to go beyond his limits. You all would push Johnny and Kyle’s beds together and cuddle.

But on the nights you didn’t drink or barely drank let’s say things would go differently. It would usually start the second Johnny’s lips were on yours. Pretty soon you’d have Simon’s hands on your hand as he thrusts into your mouth. With Kyle and Johnny sharing your cunt as they kiss. Even when you weren’t drunk it was always an intoxicating experience.

I’m an avid believer that these guys are the kind to be into public sex, face fucking, double penetration, degradation, and boob jobs. They’re always willing to try something new which is usually brought up by Soap, “so I saw this thing on like tv or something and wanted to try it.” “You mean pornhub?”

Prepare for jealous girls to show up to the frat parties hoping they have a chance with them. You never have to worry they’re too loyal to do that to you. Kyle is usually says something loudly to deter them from him, “I have a wife, she knows how to fight!” Whether you know how to fight or not that’s always his go to statement.

Johnny chooses a different approach he tends to call over one of his frat brothers and introduces him to her. “Hey Gary, this is…what’s your name again? Oh, yeah Olivia, yeah this is Olivia. Enjoy.”

Simon wouldn’t even let a girl speak a word before he was walking away like he didn’t hear a thing. Actions speak louder than words sometimes.

Your sorority sisters rarely see you during weekends as you’re always with your boyfriends. It becomes a tradition for the four of you to lock yourselves away in Johnny and Kyle’s room for the weekend and hangout. Most times it involves old horror movies and your own versions of drinking games. It can’t be helped you’re all hormonal university students.

[erinnkenobi]

Dark horse |chapter two

chapter one - chapter three

Pairing | Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warning | friends to lovers!swearing!trust issues! Spencer is a boobs simp, you can't say otherwise.

Summary | set on season two of Criminal minds

author's note | sorry for the bad English, English is not my mother tongue, I apologise for the misspelt words and beyond.

"In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." — Jane Austen, pride and prejudice

x

Rebecca Bryant's case closed — it was her own father with mental problems, you guessed right yet not even knowing his name yet.

P911 case closed - you guessed it right again, it was the supposed father's boy, you thought to yourself, how could a "dad" sell his baby? After this case, you went to the gym and punched uncountable times.

The perfect storm - oh honey! You're the one that couldn't stop cross-looking at the blonde girl, she was BAU unsub, they've let her alone, you talked with Spencer and for less than minutes he linked the dots and told the others who were their dominant, you went for the loo but in a blink of an eye, she ran away this was the same time everyone went crazy. You guessed it right, again.

"So how did you do it? Right about our unsub?"-Hotch questioned and you were all smiley.

"She didn't even was bothered by the victim's pictures behind her and was always looking at her husband, a demanding staring if she was afraid of him after he beat her ass up, she would be trembling and she wasn't."

"That's my child.-Morgan hugged you by the side shoulders making you laugh.

"Doctor Reid will be jealous, that you called me child while it's you who calls him kid".

"Nah, I have now a couple of nerds prodigious kids"

...

When you were left alone with Reid in a room, he seemed stressed as usual as he was thinking about something due to his stressing thoughts.

"What's up to your mind, jealous of me becoming also Morgan's kid? Don't be, I'm a girl and I'll never be the wandering Wikipedia"

"What? No no! Ain't about any of it, but about just one thing, you got the answer before me and nobody agreed on that, even though I should have, sorry."-he awkwardly says.

"No need of any of this mate, but I know you have another doubt, go on."

"It was your paranoia again saying to not believe the supposed victim because of the bruise on her face?"-You chuckle agreeing with his statement.

"Woah, you know me well, yes, we can't just believe in someone just because appears to us as a lost little lamb, but she knew damn well what she was doing, so what's the answer to our riddle today?"

"Beware of a wolf in sheep's clothing – Aesop and Matthew 7:15"-you playfully blinked at him.

"Right, and...?"

"Believe in y/n paranoia, she's 99% right, 1% just in case of minimum doubt"

"That's what friends are for."-you give him a sheepishly grin hugging him givi around his chest, getting him in shock, he didn't hugged ye back, you didn't care at all, the hug sustained for les than 1min.-"Betta go".

And you left him in the room with an astonished state.

Psychodrama case closed – and you nailed it again, although they took time to believe in you, people were killed but now case solved and others survived.

The aftermath – You hates this with all of your heart, you saw agent Elle suffering and you couldn't do anything, you even talked with Morgan and Garcia "She's not right, there's something inside her mind..", yet they told you she would be okay.

Your paranoia disagreed, then you talked alone with Spencer about Elle and he confessed he spoke alone with Elle and he agrees with ye, she wasn't in her right mind, however his statement you told him "No, she's not only at her good mental state Spence, she's hurt, she has a recent wound that hasn't been healed yet, she's traumatised and within this case, she'll have a burnout, she's... Please, I know that everybody doubt and she fake it right, but she can't trick me, I find hard to stare through people's eye, but Elle, I saw something, an anger misty filled with thunderous fear".

No sooner said than done, Elle left without saying goodbye, well, she sent to you a letter explained everything and even apologise for not being able to come, hug you and say goodbye, it would be harder for her if she saw the team.

The Boogeyman case closed – After finding the dairy products inside the refrigerator, the magic lamp above your head popped up like magic. It isn't an adult due to the EpPen found on the table, that person also didn't eat its spinach which you thought to yourself:"only a child would ignore its vegetables, I'd do the same", plus with a clue what you guys found inside the refrigerator,someone else is lactose intolerant and must be..A child, a boy It's a checkmate, you ran to warn the others, Spencer, Gideon and Morgan, but when you walked in Gideon left to attend a call with Hotchner and Spencer was talking with Morgan about Elle, their talk back in Ohio, you knew it.

Now you four were talking about your fears, you laughed when Spencer answers came and you also didn't even flinched with JJ story, you did not believed making her roll her eyes. Then it was your time to tell, what are you fears? What are you afraid about? You answered unbothered:- Dying alone, without no one caring about your death, simple and honest.

Morgan hugged you by your side denying it:-"Oh poor kid! Don't ever think about it."

Spencer says:-"I wouldn't let you, we, we wouldn't let you die alone I-I mean, we care, then it will never happen."— JJ grins sneaky towards Morgan:-"Oh yeah, don't ever think about this, if you died, I think someone would have an heart attack."-Morgan understood her leave, Garcia called so the subject was substituted for another. JJ left the room, so you quickly sat next to Spencer and muttered while Morgan was on his call:–"What do you think? Who's our unsub?"-He look at your face, making you hold off averting his gaze.–"Do you have one already?"-he smiles.—"Yeah, I think...It's a kid, not a grown up man".

Spencer seems so chill about it:-I don't doubt you, but let's Morgan finish his call and tell him what you think.

–Do you really think he will.. Believe me? When I always say my guess, the team always tell me to hold on until we've got all the right clues and answers.

– I do, I do believe in you, your guesses lead my way of thinking, you let the knots freely flying on the air and then I...-Morgan interrupts Spencer.

–Call Gideon, we just found our unsub.-Morgan glares is darker.

So you all take your leave, you're the one calling Gideon, Spencer asks who's the unsub.

– The school counselor, right above my nose, were heading to his house.

Then Spencer realised, when Morgan arrest the unSub, he might not be the one, his son, easy to way to win the other children trust.

The following step you guys catched the school counselor, he had the red cap in his hold, yet you stood with your mindset, checkmate baby, it isn't the father, its his son and you guys would waste time with his interrogation.

You were around a corner thinking about your team next move, when you tried to alert 'em they were already wasting their time with the father, you didn't wanted to bother Gideon's call, Morgan was in the interrogation room, when JJ appeared all worried followed by Spencer, okay, a hint of jealousy.

– The boy never went to school.

Ok, now you'll leave, you'll bring your dog, Nala and in this case you begged Hotch to bring it with you, right decision girl.

Before your leave, Spencer holds your wrist.

–Where are you going??-he quickly says with a curious and worried countenance.

–Find them, you can they the others, I heard about the school bus route, I'll just bring something or..-you widen your smile.- Someone, I'll catch you up.

– Can I go with...-Gideon call you two, Spencer grunts letting go of your wrist gently.–Go on, I'll tell him.

– You deserve another hug.-you leave him without thinking twice, you did not saw his face but his cheeks were reddening.

So as you thought you all were at the playground, Nala was with you and after finding a girl's backpack, Nala smelled it you guys waste no time running after your girl, from a distance with wide eyes the ginger boy was ready to whack the girl with a baseball bat!

Thanks god your dog jumped right at the boy's hand that holds the bat.

–Nala!-your dog is unwilling to let go of the boy arm,

if wasn't for Gideon's hold, for godforsaken, the boy wouldn't have his right hand anymore.

The little girl hops on your arms, gripping hands tightening around your shoulders and neck, she was scared to death. You gently pat her backs.

Nala right next to ye leg, sitting as a well behaved princess.

The Boogeyman case is closed. Unfortunately Spencer and all your teammates seems sad, its about Elle, and you heard Morgan giving Spence a advice also heard Gideon's call with Hotchner, Elle did mot admitted anything and you mentally agreed with Elle actions, might be wrong? According to this country laws, yes, according with your humans being guts? No.

After all this mess, you're with your dog at home when you hear a knock-knock.

You did not open, until Reid voice came out.

– It's me, It's Spencer Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid and I work at BAU with you, you told me we're best friends.- he means "best-friends" with a strange tone, hm. You open the door.

– Come in please, you know, if you weren't Spencer, Nala would jump on you and destroy your pretty face, is momma wrong sweetie?-you say the last part with a baby talk tone, making Spencer smile, Nala barked as a reply.-Told ya.-you close the door.– So, why such illustrious presence is doing at my house, to whom do I owe the honour? Did Gideon or Hotchner send you to warn me to not bring Nala into anymore cases?

– Oh no, otherwise, they're okay with Nala and she did a great work, besides the bite, a win is a win,but hm, you know, I'm not here for this.-he wags his hands that were carrying supermarket bags, he bought and brought things, but for what reason?

Straight to the epidural point, he's here because he wanted to see you again, since the last visit he wasn't able to come any longer thanks to BAU's cases, an alert and all of you need to leave your houses and fly away to wherever you need.

Howbeit he wouldn't tell the truth reason of his visit.

– What are those?

– Food?-he says with a confused look, which makes you grin.

– Okay, but for what? It's past dinnertime and I see that you're, how can I tell..-you stare with no shame at his figure.-You don't seem to eat much, mainly at night.

He scoffs at your statement, seriously, are you profiling him right now?

– Aren't you profiling me, are you?-He puts the bags on your isle kitchen table with only two seats, he notices that you ain't a huge fan of inviting people in, he can't really judge your.

– Sorry not sorry.-you follow him standing by his side with curious eyes.– What have you bought?

– Hm, coffee bags, noodles, two sodas, chips and yogurt, I didn't bought any ice cream because the distance from the supermarket until your house would melt it

–Thanks, but you will eat all these snacks with me? Right?

– Sure, if I weren't I wouldn't brought a pair and...- be says naturally, you snoop inside the bag and see a good dog brand of treats.- Sorry if it sounded rude.-you wave your hand denying with a smile.

– Nah, it's okay, nothing against the literal obviousness.-he doesn't know where else to look, besides your face, people in his university class would ignore him as soon as he open his mouth, he's not used to it, kindliness.-Go on mate, we've been in a hurry all these days with sleep deprivation and lack of basic nourishment, I can't even believe all of us don't eat what is sustainable, so when I'm back home I make sure to cook my dinner and packed lunch for the next day if we don't get a call for the next case outside town, obviously.-woah, while you were speaking out your mind he's amazed, so you know how to cook and care for everybody health, that's the reason why you leave on everybody's table a coffee or tea plus a treat, before the Boogeyman case you left on his table a brownie.

His forearm was bolstering on the table in front of you while his eyes were upon focusing on you, yo unlike you, you couldn't stand eye contact from more than seconds, but the entire talking his eyes landed on you.

– So... That's why you put on our tables coffee and treats? Even on Gideon's and Hotchner's.-you feel your cheeks warm-up, you thought coming 30min early before everyone arrivals, so they didn't knew that was you doing it.

– How do you know it?

– We're profilers, everybody knows but they made me promise I wouldn't tell so you could still surprising us.

– Wow, when you say like this, make me feel ashamed of meself.-you laugh uncomfortably, but not in a bad way.

But he doesn't know it.

– No no, we like it, I mean.. -he panics shaking negatively his hands.-I like, don't stop with it, but I'd like you to show up, I know when you come earlier than us, even over me, you don't sleep well.-you finally breath soon opening a smile.

– Okay, I'll make sure to take your advice, then let's stop talking and let's eat.

He awkwardly agrees while rubbing his scruff.

[Break time]

00h21a.m

You were laughing all giggly while he was explaining you with all of his patient about scientific facts even when you were making dumb designed question just to make him talk more and more about stuff that makes him comfortable around you and happy.

– Okay okay, now you understood how the suppose fire we see coming from the sun is not really fire.

– Yeah, because in space there's no oxygen and within it, fire cannot be produced, sun is made up of hydrogen arpund 70% and 28% of helium. Carbon, nitrogen and oxygen make up 1.5% and the other 0.5% iiisss..-much information, too much and with a pout on your face he continues.

–Is made up of small amounts of many other elements like neon, iron, silicon, magnesium and sulfur.-he proudly smiles.

– You know I might forget it soon, don't you?-he eat his yogurt while shaking positively his head.

–And I'll remind you of it.

One o'clock a.m

You didn't let Spencer get out of your house at this hour, it's not even a possibility.

– You stay here tonight till we left to go to work and don't make up any excuses.

– I wasn't going to though.-he leaves his guard down while having a wide smile, which makes you giggle awkwardly.

– Okey dokey, I wasn't waiting for it... I'll bring you a pillow, a soft blanket and when you wake up, you don't need to leave as soon as you wake up, there's an extra toothbrush and after this you can go.

– Is this an order?-He stands up with his hands on his hips.

– Yes and no! No because I can't control you and yes because I'm just saying because isn't safe to walk past home at this hour, as far as I can reckon, you're a FBI agent, then yup, you can't leave, not now.

– though I wasn't going anyway but you gave me more reasons to stay.-he shows off a smirk

This silly danny boy.

[On the next morning]

08h11 a.m

Nala sniffs Reid's face waking him up, in a huff he complains while getting up, when he headed to the loo he sees you getting out with loosen hair but all already brushed, yet his eyes automatically landed on your chest, you weren't wearing a bra, what is wrong with him, why does his stomach churns when you're around? Not in a bad way, but in a good...

–Spencer? Spencer Reid??? Reeid? Earth calling Spencer Reid!?-you snap him out of his mind.

– What, What happened?

– Nothing, you just stared at me, do I have something on my face?-you suggest and he quickly denies.

– No no, I just, I'm just sleppy, sorry, can I use the bathroom?

– Sure, I'll make us breakfast before you go to your house and change clothes.

He agrees only moving his head getting inside, Jesus Christ, "did she noticed, that I wasn't staring at her pretty face yet her other beautiful pair of eyes?" Spencer needed to wash his face so he could fully wakes up.

You're not dumb, you noticed, however you wouldn't say a thing, you changed clothes and tied your hair.

Acouple of minutes after the coffee and the rest of the breakfast fast is set on the table, Spencer come out wearing his clothes, opening a shy smile.

– I could smell everything from the loo and you didn't burnt anything.

– So you thought I would burn everything?

– Not exactly, I mean...

– To tell you the truth, my first period living alone I did burnt things without mom or grandma tutoring me, but now I'm a good chief.

– Sure you do, the smell is hella good.-you ended laughing.

– Hella good? I think me and Morgan are an awful influence on you,

– Don't think I'm all saint, I reas a lot of books.-you give him a cocky smirk.

– Oh fine, I can't forget that ma boy isn't naive, he kissed an actress months ago and I still waiting my Prince on a dark horse will come.

Idiot, why did you said that? What you meant with it? When he told you this and what he said Morgan told him right after, you kind not liked it, yet you hide this feeling pretty well. Spencer seemed surprised by your statement, he notices your body language change.

– Hmm, yeah, you know, I thought my "first" kiss would be special, but it wasn't, but when I kiss someone else in the future again, I hope that time will be with a special, smart, kind and funny person.

Well, you're all this, but too naive to understand he LITERALLY dropped a straight hint towards you, heaven help the fool who falls in love but can't show it properly.

–But why the Prince on a dark horse and not a white one, as usual?

– Because of it, I want something unusual, different yet magical, the life we are living is not simple, it's tough and dangerous, so I'd like to someone, somehow, become my only special place, when I feel fear, happy, sad and even angry so I'd run to his arm's and when he holds me I can..-he complete your sentence.

– Feel safe.-he says with a tender-hearted tone, as his heart and mind spoke by itselves and you shyly open a wide grin.

– Yeah, now you understood why, what do you think about it?

– I just can think that your mind is unbelievable as your skill while we're working.- what he really wanted to say is: "I'd like someone like that too, so when I have nightmares, this person would be my refuge, you amazes me."

[Break time]

North mammon case closed - since Elle left BAU, Hotchner started putting you to work with him and Morgan, you didn't complained, but you wanted to be set with Spencer as you used to be with, however when Aaron Hotchner say it's an order.

Nevertheless Spencer was not pleased, sometimes he'd ask to Gideon:-"Will agent y/n come with us?" then when a no is following by, he's not happy and it didn't go unoticed by neither Morgan, JJ and Garcia. Morgan would slip sometimes to Garcia "The boy does a funny face when Hotch says y/n will work in camp with me, babygirl, I'm starting to think he might be fond of her, what do you think?" And she would say:-" I dunno, you know, he sees like a person that don't enjoy abruptly changes, they're the same age and intelligent as well, he found someone like him". Morgan:–"That what I'm saying, doll, she's the other half of his orange, they match!". Garcia would laugh:–"Do you wanna bet?"–"Woman, my money's is on them."

Empty planet – Yeah, Spencer is different(than his usually difference)the atmosphere when you're near each other when coming forth and back cases is juat like chalk and cheese. He either calm or super spirited while solving profiles, then when you're paired withour each other company he is all centred and reticent, not mentioning when he's worried when you have to run alongside Morgan chasing mad killers, offenders and suspects.

The last word – when the killer of women came inside the BAU department aiming at a police colleague everybody draw out their guns, however you were pulled behind Spencer by himself, not even managing to draw your gun, he pulled you behind him as if it was possible to protect both of you, since you were next to a pillar, you were taken by surprise and your face stupefied was, you were ready to say something about this action but his hand in front of your body almost touching your arm to stay behind him shush ye.

Glad that Morgan were able to stop the unsub and save the police officer.

Spencer is relieved that nobody got hurt, he now turns his feet to you.

–Are you okay?-and you just confirm with a head wave.

– Thanks for being my "wall" protector, but I'd be the one protecting your arse, since I'm with a gun and you don't have one.-you laugh at his petty defensive face.

– Someone has been told to me to just believe sometimes in your guts even if they sound unbelievable.-you scoff giving him a tap on his arm.

– I was there when it was spoken.-he got the reference (obs: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe).

– What do you think, after we put these men behind bars, do you mind going with me to grab a coffee and brownies?

– Without hesitation, payment is on you.

Would it be funny if you were the one that fell first but he fell harder?

The first time you saw and listened to what Dr.Spencer Reid had to say, you already fell for him, but what about him? Should he feel the same?

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Transformers: Mosaic #487 - "Beast Wars: Loose Ends"

Originally posted on May 28th, 2010

Story - Zac DeBoard Art - Roy Stiffey Letters - Franco Villa Edits - Juan Pablo Osorio Thanks to - Josh van Reyk

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005

Later revised and annotated for Transformers: The Lost Seasons

wada sez: This is a sequel to "Charge" by Josh van Reyk, hence the acknowledgement. Stiffey’s involvement and the inclusion of the character of Insecticon calls back to the otherwise-unrelated strip “Disturbing the Nest”. The strip serves to reintroduce Terrorsaur and Scorponok, who were unceremoniously killed off in “Aftermath”, the start of the show’s second season, to reallocate budget towards new characters and redesigns. As they fell into the lava, they were shown beginning to mutate under the effects of the quantum surge, so this strip follows up on that by using their toy-only Transmetal forms. It seems that the writer had only learned of Scorponok’s Transmetal form from the Beast Wars Sourcebook, unaware that it originated as a McDonalds Happy Meal toy. Iguanus is female here, at Villa’s suggestion: “That's my personal contribute to the plot :) I though that Iguanus was a "she" since IDW's first BW miniseries by Figueroa and Furman. Don't know why ^^”. The name “Iguaness” was slightly revised from Stiffey’s suggestion for the character, “Iguaniss”. Obviously, as she has no speaking role in the comic, the extent of the effect this has on the strip is that she appears with boobs and lipstick; you can check out all of Stiffey’s designs below. Zac DeBoard’s original script was slightly different to the finished product; I’ve also reproduced that below with his notes. Fair warning, we’re about to get a bunch of Franco Villa strips in a row; per a later comment of his on TFW2005: “I'm afraid I clogged the project and I'm very sorry for this: I made some timing mistakes in sending the pieces and I ended up piling them up in a very short time span. After this bulk, however, I slowed down everything, in order to give room back to other authors (as it must be).”

Panel 1.

(A three fingered metallic clawed hand is digging through what looks like rock.)

CAPTION: It took us stellar cycles to dig our way out of the hardened magma.

Panel 2.

(another image of the hand, this time showing more of the arm.  This is transmetal Terrorsaur.  Nearby another arm, golden, and mechanical with a scorpion claw at the end is digging at another area.  This is transmetal Scorponok)

CAPTION: Chances are we've been presumed dead by Maximal and Predacon alike.

CAPTION: If that quantum surge hadn't hit the two of us before we fell into the lava, we would be.

Panel 3.

(Here there would be a flashback image of Terrorsaur and Scorponok falling into the lava as the Transwarp energy that created the Transmetals washes over them)

CAPTION: But now we have returned and both Primal and Megatron will suffer our wrath.

Panel 4.

Terrorsaur and Scorponok are free.  They are in the ruins of the Darksyde.  Terrorsaur has his hands up in the air as if he was claiming victory. Before he can act further, he and Scorponok find themselves surrounded by LioConvoy and the newest incarnation of the Pack (*see notes)

WASPINATOR: "Waspinator do good?"

LIOCONVOY:  "Your knowledge of the planet and your former comrades has been invaluable. Although I'm quite surprised to find these Preds functioning"

TERRORSAUR:  "What the Pit is this?"

LIOCONVOY: "The Beast Wars have been over for years.  We're just here to tidy up loose ends and preserve history. Surrender and come peacefully or fight and come in pieces."

Panel 5.

Terrorsaur and Scorponok raise there hands in surrender.  Terrorsaur sighs.

TERRORSAUR: I should've stayed in stasis lock..." This is the original version of the Beast Wars story I wanted to do for Mosaic. We are going in a slightly different direction with it, so, once I had permission, I thought I would post it and let you guys read it. Lemme know what you think.

This is written as it would be for an actual Mosaic, with Panel descriptions and what not. These are the original notes I wrote.

NOTES: Scorponok is based on his transmetal form from the Beast Wars Sourcebook although his head would be closer in looks to his original.

Maybe as the 2 Preds are coming out of the lava, Megatron's rubber duckie could be laying on the ground.

The Pack...since this takes place after Beast Machines they would all have the new Maximal badge

The new Pack would consist of original members Longrack, Break, Stampy, Mach Kick and LioConvoy (who would appear here in his Lio Prime form which is the Leobreaker mold with the Lioconvoy colors) also Grimlock and transmetal Waspinator who would also now have a maximal badge as well

I have this picture in my head of Stampy holding a huge weapon...like bigger than he is.

[enhal0ve]

↬ Fuck Me

↬ pairings: f!reader x Jake Sim mentions of sunghoon

↬ warnings: smut, fingering, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, a crumb of voice kink, degradation, daddy is sails like once, use of the nickname puppy, creampie, pussy slapping, jake himself

↬ summary: reader gets jealous at a house party thrown by jake and the aftermath of her making him jealous leaves her shaken ;))

↬ a/n: I’m so so sorry this took to long to come out I’ve had a lotttt going on in my personal life recently and I got COVID so I never got to finish it before my life got crazy so thank you guys for being patient!! And I hope you like it also there’s def more in the works I have so many drafts but I’m also so unmotivated sometimes but look forward to it!

↬ WC | 1.7K | PART ONE ; TOUCH ME

Unlike last time you knew exactly how you ended up here. Tangled in your best friends sheets as he ruthlessly pounds you into his mattress.

“Did you think that was funny?” He raises an eyebrow. He's unamused, but you counted on this. You knew your best friend like the back of your hand, and you knew flirting with Sunghoon would set him off. “Do I look amused to you?” You fight to hold back your smirk.

Instead you feign innocence. You widen your eyes as you tilt your chin down, and look at him through your eyelashes. “What do you mean Jakey?” you hold in a laugh, and his eyes harden. You’ve never seen him like this, and it excites you. Causes a shiver to run down your spine. Ignites a fire in your belly that only he can satisfy.

“Don’t pull that shit with me pup? You know exactly what I'm talking about, you’re being a brat and you know it.” He moves over to you from where he’s stood by his kitchen, and takes a seat on his couch. He spreads his legs, and you look from his lap to his eyes, he rolls his eyes pressing his tongue into his cheek as he pats his lap.

“You don’t deserve to sit on my lap, but come here, since you’re so desperate.” You pout and climb onto his lap. You had been in the exact position with his friend not even an hour ago. It wasn’t your fault though. He had been flirting with Nancy letting her hang off his arm like she was his girlfriend.

“You were the one who started it.” You huff and he tilts your head up with his pointer finger. “What do you mean?” you roll your eyes, your patience running thin. As if he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Nancy?”

Realization flashes behind his eyes and the corner of his lips slowly stretches into a smirk. “Aww was little, y/n/n jealous? You wanted my attention?” he fake pouts as he drags a nimble finger down your neck and between your boobs.

“I’m right here. Giving you attention now.” he hums his hand coming back up to your jaw

“Open your mouth for me princess.” it's not a question but a demand, and so you do as you're told and you open your mouth. His finger slides its way onto your tongue, and he bites his lip as you swipe your tongue across the pad of his finger before sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it.

“Fuck.. you’re such a good puppy. Are you always this desperate for someone to fuck your sloppy pussy?” he raises an eyebrow as you continue and he notes how full your lips are, and he finds himself wondering what they’d look like wrapped around his cock.

“You’re so needy,” You whine at the way his voice drops an octave, “Aww my needy puppy likes my voice” he removes his finger and wipes it on your skirt. “I noticed that last time, when I made your cute pussy squirt all over your bed.”

You whimper, and hide your face in the crook of his neck. The embarrassment still makes your skin heat up no matter how many times he tells you how hot it was.

“Tsk tsk, none of that now darling.” you move back to look at him, and he stares at you in thought. “Are you finally gonna fuck me?” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, and his fingers trail up your thigh. “That depends, are you wearing panties?”

You shake your head, “Nu uh m’not.” he hums chewing on his plump lip and your thighs clench around his waist. You can feel the strain of his dick against his jeans, and you roll your hips over it. He lets out a groan and he stands up making sure your legs are still hooked around his waist.

He opens the door to his room and moves to the edge of his bed where he tosses you on it. He stares at you. Your lips parted and your eyes wide; dark with lust. He bites his lip his eyes settling on your spread legs “I’m gonna fucking ruin you” his accent is thicker and it causes you to shiver.

“Yeah? You gonna make me squirt on your cock this time?” He grabs your hips and drags them to the end of the bed “don’t forget about your punishment doll.. you don’t get to squirt until I’ve filled your pussy up with my cum at least twice” your cunt clenches and he leans down to swipe his tongue across your slit.

His heavy hand comes down hard on your dripping wet heat, and he groans as you let out a squeal, “can’t wait to be in this sloppy pussy,” he slides a single finger in and your knees knock together as you whine. Your walls squeeze tightly around his nimble finger as he pushes up against your g-spot.

“It’s so tight and warm.. you just need to be fucked real good so you know who you belong to” he slides another finger in and begins pumping them in and out. He twists and curls them causing your back to arch off his bed. You grab at his pillows as he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks as he flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub.

“Jake please I’m gonna cum!”

He disconnects from your clit with a wet noise, and you chase his mouth with your hips.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum with my mouth sucking on their slutty little clit.” He removes his fingers before tapping them against your clit. “You deserve to be gagged and edged while I pump load after load into your hot pussy.”

He rips open your shirt sending the buttons flying across the room as you squeal. “Not wearing a bra either?” He groans and palms his bulge, “you’re such a fucking slut.”

He pulls his shirt over his head before quickly discarding his boxers and jeans. “You think you’re ready to take my cock?” You nod eagerly, “uh huh so ready please!” He grabs a pillow placing it under your hips and places his hand on your lower abdomen. “You gonna feel me all the way up here? Hm?” You nod and spread your legs a little wider, “uh huh jakey gonna be so full of your fat cock.”

He places it in between your legs. Measuring how much your gonna take of him. His leaky blush pink tip rests just below your belly button and leaves a little drop of his precum before he places the tip at your entrance.

“What’s your color baby?” He taps the head against your clit and you mewl. “It’s green! Please please fuck me I need it so bad.” He smirks cocky and condescending like, “aww you need my cock? Need to feel me stretch out your tight wet cunt” You nod, eyes teary from desperation and he finally begins to sink into you.

Inch by inch he slides in and it feels as if your breath is trapped in your throat. You let out a deep breath as he presses himself fully in, his hips flush against yours and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“God it’s so hot and wet. You feel that? me pressing against your cervix?” He pulls out only a couple inches and slams back in and you let out a cry at the feeling of his mushroom tip knocking into your cervix. “Yes!! You’re so deep! M’so full of Jakey’s cock.”

He huffs pulling out your gummy walls gripping his cock as if they’re trying to suck him back in, “yeah? You’re all full of jakeys cock?” He slams back in and you spasm as your legs lock around his waist, “ you wanna be full of my cum too?” You nod teary eyed as he begins to pick up his pace.

The rhythmic slapping of his hips into yours sounds muddled, almost as if you’re underwater. You’re gripping onto his forearms as if your life depends on it as he pounds you into the mattress. He snaps his hips into yours, his bulbous tip knocking into a certain spongey spot that causes your body to shake and cream all over his cock.

Jake glares pulling his cock out before slapping your cunt, “you’re such a fucking slut” he slaps his heavy cock over your clit and your legs twitch. “I told you not to cum but you just can’t seem to listen to daddy huh?”

He flips you over and pushes your head into the bed. his heavy hand comes down hard on your ass and you whine, “I’m gonna use your slutty pussy now, and I don’t care how many times you cum I’m not stopping till I’ve stuffed your cunt full of me.”

And with that he’s pounding back into you, his thrusts are deep and rough and fast. His heavy balls smack against your clit every time he slams his hips into yours. You’ve basically gone dumb by now, the room is filled with the sounds of your whines and the sound of his cock sliding into your wet heat.

“Just had to cum didn’t you?” he pulls all the way out to his tip before slamming himself back in “fuck! I’m gonna cum soon” you moan your pussy clamping down around him and he groans “fuckkk fuck gonna fill this pussy up, you want that?”

You’re incoherent babbling about how much you want his cum, “yeah I know you do, im gonna give you jakeys cum” he’s thrusting into you as deep as he can three maybe four more times before he’s pressing his hips flush against your ass. his big hands slam your ass back onto him as he shoots his cum into you. His orgasm triggers your own and you cum hard body shaking as your eyes roll back.

He grunts, “fuck that’s right. Taking all my cum like the slut you are, your cunt is just soaking it up huh.” He barely pulls out before snapping his hips back into you, to push his cum in farther and you whine “did so good for me puppy, Feeling full?” You whimper your hips wiggling backwards and he slaps your ass before rocking forward a little.

You’re breathless; breathing hard as you speak, “yeah feeling so good jakey. Thank you” he hums pulling out and you turn to lay on your back and he kisses your cheek.

“Wanna hop in the bath?” He asks and you nod sleepily

TAGLIST; @yuakagi @jwonz @ilikesunghoon

I’m not sure if anyone else wanted to be tagged sorry if you wanted to be and I didn’t get you

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

[nerdzzone]

The Aftermath

Summary: Dealing with the fall out of their first night together isn’t easy for Whitney Taylor or Chris Evans, but given the complicated results of their frivolous activities, it isn’t something they can avoid forever.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part One: Luckless Romance

Note: I was originally going to leave Luckless Romance as a one shot, but I had some requests for a part two. I had it all planned out in my head anyway so I figured I’d write it up to explain more of where our two lovely character’s heads were at!

Please let me know your thoughts! Or if there’s any other parts of their story that you’d like to hear about!

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When Chris woke up, the first thing he noticed was the throbbing in his head.

The second thing he noticed was the warm body curled into his side.

His initial reaction to that sensation was confusion, but as the events of the night before quickly came back to him, he was filled with an unignorable sense of dread.

He'd fucked up.

He'd spent a year burying his feelings for her to protect their friendship and all it took was a few drinks and flirtatious remarks for him to risk it all. He cared for her, there was no doubt about that, but he knew she didn't feel the same way. Clearly, she was at least attracted to him, but he'd hazard a guess that her loneliness was the driving factor in why she'd chosen to indulge in the activities they'd partaken in a few hours earlier. She’d had no luck in the dating scene, so she'd settled for him and now, when she woke up, she'd break his heart.

She didn't want him.

She didn't want the life that he could offer.

She'd made it clear that she found the world of Hollywood exhausting when she'd talked about her discontent with living in L.A. and that was a world he couldn't escape from. Plus, his fans had given her a hard enough time when she was just a close friend. If she was to become something more, they would tear her apart. He didn't want that for her and he knew that she didn't want that kind of hassle in her life either.

But he couldn't stand to hear her say it. He never did well with rejection and rejection from this woman - who he knew was absolutely perfect for him - was more than he could handle.

So, after carefully extracting himself from her grasp without waking her, he left.

He felt sleezy and awful not even saying goodbye, but he needed to quiet the noise in his brain before he could face her and he figured she would probably appreciate his absence. He knew firsthand how awkward it was to let down a one night stand the morning after so, really, he was sparing her just as much as he was protecting himself.

The heat outside was stifling already and made Chris realize just how desperate he was for something to quench his thirst. They'd drunk more than he normally did and he was feeling the effects. Perhaps that was why his mind was so fuzzy and unable to process what had happened, but he figured it was a safe bet that he could pin that on his anxiety.

And there were only two people who had much luck soothing him when his mind started racing: his mother and his brother.

He knew his mother would be disappointed in him if he told her what happened. He'd poured his heart out to her several times about the confliction he felt with his feelings for Whitney, he dreaded to think what she would say about him finally doing something about those feelings in such a reckless way and he was definitely too hungover to deal with her reaction to how he'd handled things that morning.

So, that left Scott.

Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the time and cringed. It wasn't even six thirty yet and with it being a Sunday there was a good chance that Scott was in a worse post-inebriated state than he was, but he took a chance and hit 'call'.

It took a few rings, but eventually Scott answered, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Scott," Chris greeted him as he crossed the street. He needed to flag down a cab to get home, but figured the quiet park across from Whitney's apartment was a better place for this conversation. No extra ears listening in. "I fucked up."

"Chris, it's not even seven o'clock in the morning. How badly could you have fucked anything up this early?"

He sounded tired and Chris felt bad, but he needed someone to talk to.

"I slept with Whitney."

There was a moment of silence before Scott let out a cheer.

"Finally!" He practically squealed, but then he paused as he took in what Chris had said. "Wait, how did you fuck up? Did you not use your best moves?"

"What? No, nothing like that," Chris' brow furrowed in annoyance. "I fucked up by sleeping with her at all. She's one of my best friends, Scott, and now that's ruined. It’ll never be the same, if she even wants anything to do with me now."

"Did she not seem happy about it? What did she say when you left?"

"Nothing," Chris admitted. "I left this morning before she woke up."

There was a moment of silence as Scott processed his brother's words.

"Okay, I'm starting to see where you fucked up. You shouldn't have done that."

"No, I fucked up by sleeping with her!"

Chris' tone was snappy and uncalled for, but his headache was getting worse by the minute and he was feeling exasperated enough without Scott's judgment.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Scott sighed. "If you want my honest opinion, I think you're overreacting. You two have always had a 'will they won't they' vibe about you. She's clearly just as interested in you as you are in her."

"Why 'clearly'?" Chris questioned. "She's never acted like she sees me as more than a friend."

"Uh, yes, she has. She blushes and giggles like a schoolgirl every time you compliment her, she practically drools at the sight of you and listens with hearts in her eyes whenever you talk. She's got it just as bad as you do."

"Don't do that," Chris groaned. "Don't put ideas in my head that aren't true."

"It is true. I wouldn't lie to you about that," Scott insisted. "I think this is just your anxiety talking. Go back to her place before she wakes up, hear what she has to say and go from there. She might surprise you."

"I'll think about it," Chris lied, knowing already that he couldn't face going back. "Thanks for answering. I'll let you get back to bed."

"Don't mention it," Scott assured him. "I know you're stressed now, but I'm happy for you. It's about time the two of you came to your senses."

Chris smiled despite his disbelief in what Scott had said. He laughed it off and said his goodbyes before walking towards the nearest road to catch a cab.

He saw Whitney's message a few hours later, but he ignored it. He needed to get his head straight and steel himself for however she chose to let him down before he would be ready to talk to her.

It took days for him to get to the point of acceptance, but she never messaged him again. So, working on the assumption that she was relieved by his silence or didn't care enough to demand any explanations, he got on a plane and headed back to Massachusetts with plans to spend the next few months drowning his sorrows and pushing her from his mind.

-

Three Weeks Later

My period was late.

For the last ten years of my life, my period had arrived with impressive reliability and now, a few weeks after having unprotected sex, my period was late.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. There was no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant.

"It's not that easy to get pregnant," Hannah insisted as we sat in my living room, counting down the minutes until the pregnancy test would be ready. "A lot of people who actually want to get pregnant have to try for months before it happens. It seems super unlikely that you'd get pregnant from a random one night stand."

"Yeah, but it does happen to plenty of women," I pointed out. "And knowing my luck, I would get knocked up by a man who then flees the state without another word."

Hannah winced as I paced in front of her.

"Still haven't heard anything, then?"

"Nope, nothing," I sighed. "I haven't reached out again, but he made himself pretty clear by leaving before I woke up and then ignoring my text."

"I just don't get it. He was so obviously into you. I would have bet money that you two would live happily ever after."

"You did bet money," I reminded her. "I'm still waiting for that thousand dollars you promised me."

"You didn't accept!" She smiled. "I owe you nothing!"

While I didn't really expect her to pay me, I was going to argue the point, but the timer we'd set for the test went off and snapped our focus back to the task at hand.

"Oh god," I groaned. "You read it. I can't deal with this."

Hannah nodded and carefully picked up the little stick before looking up at me with a grin.

"It's negative!"

I felt a wave of relief, but it was quickly replaced with doubt. I felt like I was pregnant. My period was late for the first time in years, I'd had sex without a condom and I was nauseous and my boobs hurt. It seemed too good to be true that it was all some kind of coincidence.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Hannah smiled. "There's two lines!"

Her words hit me like a truck as my stomach dropped.

"Hannah, two lines means positive."

"No, it doesn't," she insisted, reaching for the box. The fall of the smile on her face told me all I needed to know before she even spoke again. "Shit. Sorry, babe. You're pregnant."

I let out a groan as I flopped onto the couch next to her.

"This is a nightmare."

"Shall I get my shotgun?"

I raised an eyebrow at my friend.

"What?"

"For a shotgun wedding?"

I laughed at that suggestion, but shook my head.

"No, I don't want him to be forced into anything."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "It doesn't really seem real yet."

"Are you going to tell him?"

I looked down at my still flat stomach and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'll have to. I know it's still new, but I want to keep it so he'll have to know," I sighed. "If he even answers my calls."

"He will," she assured me. "Or we'll fly out to Boston and you can tell him after I kick his ass."

The image that statement conjured in my mind pulled another laugh from my lips as I felt an overwhelming wave of appreciation for my friend. I knew that no matter what, she was in my corner and that was a comforting thought even in the midst of all the uncertainty that was swirling around me.

"Thanks, Hannah," I smiled. "I really appreciate all your support."

"Of course," she reached out to squeeze my shoulder. "Are you going to call him now?"

"No, I think I'll do it later," I informed her. "I want to wrap my head around it a little bit first."

"That's probably sensible," she agreed as a grin slid onto her face. "Wow, you're gonna have a baby, Whit. I know it's scary, but that's really cool."

"Cool isn't the word that I'd use. Try absolutely terrifying."

My earlier smile was still on my face despite my bleak words as I thought about what she'd said. It was somewhat good news. Definitely worrying, especially given my situation with Chris, but I'd always wanted to have kids so it would have been a lie for me to say that I wasn't at least a little bit intrigued by the idea.

-

When Hannah left my house, about an hour after we read the test, I planned on taking some time to fully comprehend the news before I shared it with Chris. However, almost as soon as I closed the door behind my friend, I remembered the time difference. Chris was three hours ahead of me which meant that even though it was only five o'clock for me, it was already eight o'clock where he was.

I felt the anxiety bubbling in my stomach as soon as I came to that realization because I knew that if I wanted to call him that day, I had to do it right away and if I didn’t call him soon, I was worried I’d lose the nerve.

I took a deep breath and went straight for my phone, dialing his number before I could change my mind, but I was crushed when he didn't answer. I waited a few minutes and then tried again, but still, there was no answer and I let out a growl of frustration as I frantically typed out a text.

Hey. Call me as soon as you can. It's important.

I paced around my apartment, the reality of the situation starting to creep in now that he, once again, seemed to be rejecting me. 

I didn't want to tell him news like this over the phone, but I'd seen the paparazzi pictures of him arriving at the airport in Boston so I knew that I had no other choice. However, if he wasn't even going to answer my calls, I'd have to get the news to him another way. My mind immediately started racing with all the possible ways I might have to break the news to him as the panic of potentially having to do this alone started to rise.

But luckily, all those concerns were irrelevant when my phone lit up with Chris' name on the screen.

"Hey," I answered quickly before he had the chance to change his mind and hang up. "Thanks for calling."

There was a moment of silence before he replied.

"Sure," he kept his tone cool and steady, but there was an underlying tension. "What's up?"

The sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes. This was it. This was the make or break moment and I felt my palms start to sweat as it hit me just how devastated I'd be if it didn't go well.

"I, uh, I don’t really want to tell you this over the phone, but I guess I don’t really have much choice," I started. "I got some news today that you have a right to know."

It seemed obvious to me what I would be hinting at considering our current situation and the silence that followed my words led me to believe that he had a pretty good idea what I was going to say. When he stayed quiet, wordlessly waiting for me to continue, I took a deep breath and dove in.

“I’m pregnant.”

I hadn't thought much about how I was going to tell him, but I figured there was probably a better way than blurting it out that bluntly. I cringed slightly at my harsh delivery as his silence was almost immediately broken and he started spluttering and stuttering, stumbling over his words until he managed to blurt out one clear sentence.

"Is it mine?"

A burst of anger flashed through me at such a suggestion.

"Yes! Oh my God, Chris, of course it's yours!" I insisted. "How many people do you think I've slept with in the last month?"

Maybe he thinks you're a slut, the voice in my head taunted me. Maybe that's why he left without a word.

That thought was enough to get the tears flowing and, when Chris didn’t answer my question, I let out a sob. I covered my mouth to hopefully stifle the sound, but I knew he heard it loud and clear.

"Shit, Whitney," he sighed. "That was a dumb thing to say. You just caught me off guard."

"Well, how do you think I feel?" I hissed. "I'm scared, Chris. What are we going to do?"

This time there was no hesitation before he answered.

"I'll get the first flight out tomorrow morning," he informed me. "We can talk about it then."

"Okay," I sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," he assured me. "It's just as much my fault as it is yours."

My emotions were overwhelming me by that point and I stayed quiet, knowing I'd fall apart if I opened my mouth to speak, but Chris didn't let the silence last too long this time.

"Are you, uh, are you gonna keep it?" He asked, sounding heartbreakingly similar to a small child asking his parents if he could keep the stray dog he'd brought home. "It's your call, but I'm behind you one hundred percent."

"I am going to keep it," I told him quietly. "But you only have to be as involved as you want to be."

"I want to be very involved," Chris answered quickly before letting out a sharp laugh. "Fuck, I'm gonna be a dad."

The sound of more laughter floated through the phone after that realization, but I couldn't tell if it was giddy or hysterical.

"You are," I agreed, feeling some relief from his reaction despite how complicated I knew things would be. "But we can talk about it all when you're here. If you really don't mind coming back."

"Not at all, this is important." He assured me. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll text you with the details as soon as I know."

"Okay, thank you."

He insisted that I didn't need to thank him before we quickly wrapped up the conversation.

There was a lot to say and a lot to discuss, but it wasn’t something to be talked about it over the phone. We needed to discuss it in person once we'd both had time to understand exactly what it meant.

And we needed to figure out what the hell we were going to do about us.

-

I thought having almost twenty-four hours to compose my thoughts would make things easier, but as I waited for Chris to get to my apartment I still had a lot of questions and concerns

But I had decided one thing for certain: we were better off as friends.

When we were friends, he didn't ignore my calls. When we were friends, he didn't run out of my apartment without saying goodbye. When we were friends, he hadn't broken my heart because I never gave him the chance. I was frustrated by his behaviour since the night we spent together and it made me angry. When I thought about it too hard, it made my blood boil and I wanted to tear a strip off of him for making me feel so used. When we were friends, I'd never felt more than a hint of annoyance towards him.

So, the only solution as far as I could see, was for us to stay just friends.

That would prevent any more heightened emotions and if we didn't do it that way, I would end up resentful and bitter. I didn't have much experience with children, but even I knew that those feelings would create a very toxic relationship for raising a child.

Which is why, as soon as he stepped into my apartment, I was on the defensive.

"I think we both know that we're better off as friends," I blurted out before the door was even shut behind him. "What happened was a mistake and now we just have to find a way to work together as friends."

Chris looked surprised, which I found surprising, but he recovered quickly and nodded his head. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't bittersweet. I didn't have the energy to argue with him, but part of me was definitely hoping that he'd put up a bit more of a fight.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he agreed after a moment of thought before changing the subject. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I shrugged. "A bit nauseous and very emotional, but nothing I can't handle so far."

"Good, that's good," Chris smiled. "Have you been to a doctor yet?"

"No, not yet. I have an appointment tomorrow."

"Can I-" Chris paused to clear his throat, looking nervous. "Can I come?"

I felt my heart flutter at the thought of him caring enough to want to come to a doctor's appointment, but I shut those feelings down as fast as they popped up. He cared for the baby, not for me.

"Sure," I nodded. "But it won't be very interesting. I think it's mostly just checking all my basic information so they can keep track and probably some blood tests and vitamin recommendations."

"Doesn't matter," Chris insisted. "I want to be there for it all. We're in this together."

Those words brought more tears to my eyes, but I blinked them back and looked away. In a move that I wasn’t expecting, Chris noticed immediately and took the few steps needed to put him right in front of me.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

His hands settled on my arms and the way he rubbed them would have been soothing if it didn't break my heart. How could this supportive, comforting man in front of me right now be the same man who slept with me and then never called me?

"I'm just overwhelmed," I choked out. "We really fucked up, Chris. How could we be so stupid?"

"I don't know," Chris sighed. "It was a dumb mistake, but we can make the most of it. We can do this."

"I know, I know," I took a deep, shaky breath to try and pull myself together. "It's just a lot to take in and I don't think it's really hit me yet."

"It is a lot," he agreed. "Here, let's go sit down."

I let him lead me over to the couch and then flopped down on it. He sat next to me, but we stayed quiet, neither of us really knowing what to say. After a few moments of tense silence, Chris finally spoke.

"I know this might be asking a lot," he started, the hesitation in his voice making me nervous. "But would you consider moving to Massachusetts?"

It wasn't an unexpected request. I knew Chris was happier there and considered it his home and I had told him how tired I was getting of living in Los Angeles. It was probably the better place for raising a child as well. I'd heard plenty of stories about Chris' childhood and it was pretty idyllic - full of experiences that children growing up in a big city like L.A. didn't often get.

However, it meant that I would have to leave my entire support system behind. All my friends and my family would be here and I would be completely alone except for Chris - who I wasn't even in a relationship with - and a child - who was hardly going to be able to provide much emotional support.

It seemed like the best option for everyone involved except for me and I wasn't sure that was a sacrifice that I was selfless enough to make.

I realized how long his words had been hanging in the air between us as I got lost in my thoughts and my head fell into my hands with a groan.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," I whined, tears filling my eyes again as I felt a strange mix of emotions There was plenty of regret and with that came guilt because this poor child deserved a mother that didn't dread it's existence. "I'm not mom material, Chris. I don't have the instincts."

"It's all still fresh," he reminded me. "The instinct isn't instant. But I didn't mean to upset you, if you don't want to move to Massachusetts then we'll figure it out."

"No, no, it makes the most sense," I sniffled, lifting my head to look back up at Chris. "It's just scary. I don't want to leave my family and friends and I'll have to move soon if I'm going to so I can find a doctor, it's a lot to think about right now."

"It is, but I can ask Carly about a doctor. My family will support you one hundred percent."

I forced a weak smile, but I felt more nerves bubbling in my stomach.

"Have you told them?" I asked. "Does your mom hate me? I hope she doesn't think I'm trying to take advantage of you."

"No way!" Chris insisted with a chuckle. "She gave me a very stern lecture about being responsible, but I've talked about you enough for her to know you're not some crazed fan looking for a payout."

"That's good." I breathed out a sigh of relief. I knew he was incredibly close with his mother and I didn't want her to think badly of me. "I haven't told anyone yet, except Hannah."

"Downey's gonna kill me, isn't he?"

He shot me a sheepish look as he spoke, but I shook my head.

"Nah, I think he'll be thrilled. He loves babies and he's been teasing me about us getting together since the night we met," I informed him, watching his face for a reaction to that statement. There wasn't any. "He'll probably have a bet to cash in on as soon as I tell him the news."

"Well, that's reassuring," Chris smiled. "I think we'll have enough people who'll be mad at us..."

He was clearly referring to his fans and I cringed.

"What are you going to do about that?"

He shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?"

I took a moment to think before I answered him.

"I don't want you to publicly deny that the baby is yours," I warned him, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to bear hearing that even if I knew that he really had no doubts. "But I don't care if you don't make a big announcement. We can just let people draw their own conclusions."

"Making a statement might be better. It would stop the rumours from getting out of hand. There'd be an uproar, but it would eventually die down," he pointed out. "I'll talk to my team and let you know, but you should probably make all your social media private whatever we decide."

I didn't use social media much and I definitely never posted pictures of Chris, but even so I'd felt the wrath of his fans more than once after we were spotted out together so I knew how they could be.

I nodded in response to his instructions and another silence settled between us.

My mind was racing with questions that I wanted to ask. I wanted to know why he'd left, why he hadn't called, why he'd even slept with me if he really didn't see me that way. Part of me even wanted to cry and plead with him to give me a chance, to let me show him that I was good enough to be more than a friend, but I knew I couldn't handle the rejection. Whatever his explanation would be, it wouldn't change the situation and with everything else we had to deal with, I didn't have the strength for more heartbreak too.

-

When Chris left almost an hour later, we had a firm plan in place.

I would try to get out of my lease - or Chris would pay whatever fee I was charged for breaking my contract - and I would move to Massachusetts by the end of the summer to stay with him. I'd argued that point at first, but his reasoning made sense. He would be in and out once they started filming the last two Avengers movies so I would have the place to myself a lot, but when he was home he'd be able to help with the baby. After the first year, when the newborn phase was done, I would get my own place and we'd work out an official custody agreement.

He promised to come to as many doctor's appointments as he could and offered to pay for absolutely everything that I needed. I assured him that wouldn't be necessary, but I appreciated that he was already committed. Many men probably would have run for the hills in our situation or, at the very least, demanded a paternity test before they made any promises, but Chris was enthusiastic and supportive and I couldn't ask for anything more.

Well, I wanted to ask for something more. I wanted us to be together - I wanted us to be making plans to be a family, not to be co-parents - but I knew that wasn't what he wanted and I was determined to accept that. I needed to focus on counting my blessings and being grateful for what I did get out of our relationship instead of focusing on what was missing and unobtainable.

Even if it broke my heart and hurt me more than the loss of any other romantic relationship I'd ever had, I was going to make the most of it for the sake of our child. It didn't ask to be born into such a messy situation and it's safety and security were quickly becoming the most important things in my life despite the fact that it was hardly more than a bundle of cells at that point.

And as that thought hit me, I realized that maybe I wasn't as lacking when it came to maternal instincts as I had thought.

-

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[imjaslyn]

It’s my very first time writing fanfic and also NSFW content tho. Tons of grammatical errors don’t judge 😭🤞

Nanami as your college professor (NSFW, 18+)

Prologue

It’s your first day of college and you didn’t want to be late, so you started your journey 3 hours in advance. While waiting for the bus, you sensed someone was staring at your bottom. You quickly use your taekwondo skill on that bitch who was trying to take pic of your panties. You see someone attempting to punch that mf too, too bad he was slow. When you looked up to see that man while restraining that pervert, that blonde hair with undercut man that wears spec has a very strong and confident aura, he wasn’t smiling but he doesn’t have the mean face, he seems to be a very serious person that nobody dares to fuck around. You were completed submerged in that man’s beauty then suddenly you hear the police car buzz. You two went to the police station together for the aftermath. After thanking him, you quickly take the taxi to your college. You looked at him once again, thinking you will never see such gentleman ever again.

You can’t believe you were almost late for your first day of college so you paced up to the class, you saw a familiar silhouette was walking towards your direction. It was him. That man who’re in his early 30s. You two were shook but smiled at each other. After entering the class hall, he introduced himself. His name is Nanami Kento. AND HE IS YOUR PROFESSOR.

Chapter 1

After class, you offered a drink as a thank you gift, to your surprised he agrees. You two went to your apartment for a drink as all the cafes including colleges only open half day due to special holiday. He politely took off his shoes while you were preparing the drink and some snack, you two had a friendly talk for a long night. Despite having a serious face, Mr Nanami is a very friendly and gold hearted guy.

Chapter 2

1 year after that accident, you two have a very tight bond, you two spend lots of time together and started to go out more often, he also offers to give you tuition after class. As usual, he goes over to your apartment for the tutor class, hours later you find him dozing off on the table, you take off his glasses, and touches his long eyelashes as you’ve been hoping to do it since forever. How could he be so manly but pretty at the same time. As you go nearer and nearer to his face, suddenly he opened his eyes. You were stunned but you quickly distanced yourself and suddenly you felt a warm hand pulling your petite body towards his.

“What are you trying to do? Y/N”

His hoarse voice makes you go HASIHJWISJDNBD. He sounds like he’s smirking when he said that.

You can felt your cheeks are burning, heart is racing.

“Anyways, I’m leaving, we’ll continue the remainings tomorrow”

Finally, your heartbeat goes back to normal. Then you remember tomorrow is his birthday.

Chapter 3

You made a chocolate and decided to give him as surprise in the class so you hide under the desk. Finally he came and he sees you , he smiled but all the students are swamping in, you both got so startled but you couldn’t just leave out of that desk, so you decided to stay under the desk until the class ends to be safe just like what Nanami suggested too. It’s very awkward when the only view you can see is his underbody. Then you see a bulge on his pant, you have the sudden urge to touch it, so you did. You touched it gently, he groaned softly and acted like nothing happened, he apologised to his 49 students sitting right in front of him and asked them to proceed doing the assignment in class in silent, everyone is so concentrated in their work that it was DEAD SILENT in the lecture hall. He was cute trying to act everything is normal, when he’s trying so hard to hold back his thirst. He then peeked at you with his blushed face.

You did something you didn’t know you could ever do, you didnt know there’s this version of you inside your body. You opened your leg wide apart and show him your panties, putting your middle finger into your mouth slowly and pulled it out slowly while sucking then shoved it into your pussy, gently. He was shocked at first, he sits there staring at you as you are feeling yourself, you touched his length using your leg, it was hard. His face shows it all, he was frustrated. He wrote something on his palm and showed it to you secretly

“I WILL destroy you, better be ready”

Those words turned you on even more, you grabbed your boobs and licked it in front of him while touching yourself. Again, he couldn’t do anything but being sexually frustrated.

“For fuck’s sake, y/n, if you don’t stop-” he said softly,

Chapter 4

He dismissed the class and waited everyone to leave IMPATIENTLY, he is frowning, shaking and sweating. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up roughly, “playing a dangerous game eh? Miss y/n” he attempting to kiss you but you stopped him.

“Let’s not do it here, professor Na-na-mi😏”

He then grabbed your wrist and sprinted towards his Ferrari. Damn boy is impatient

Upon arriving his house, you two were already making out, finally reaches his bed. He pushed you down to his bed and started undressed himself then you, he unclasp your bra with one hand, you feel his big warm hand on your bare skin, you couldn’t help to squirt a bit. He started from your neck then slowly to your nipple, he sucked it like a straw, He circulated his tongue around your nipple and sucked it again. his saliva is all over your body , it feels so good that makes you moan.

Then he whispered to you “baby didn’t I say I will destroy you?” His sexy voice is always your weak point, you cummed a little bit. He unzipped his pants and reveal his manhood and shoved it into your tight hole. You asked him to wear protection but he disagrees

“Don’t worry, I’ll marry you after all” these words made you blushed and secured. “First time? I can already tell this is your first time, what a good girl” he then choked you softly and attempting to shove his dick into your pussy again, it was painful but you enjoy the pain. He pulled it out and pushed it in again and again, you both moan and you cried due to the pain but you don’t want it to stop.

He ejected inside of you, you both were painting, out of breath. You used your finger to scoop his cum and put it into your mouth like an ice cream.

He smirked “you do know how to arouse me don’t you?” He kisses you, you feel his tongue inside your mouth.

“Well, it’s time for my dinner, da-ddy” you kneeled down and grabbed his length, you licked the tip softly and gently while looking at his expression, he groaned in pleasure. You continued teasing him and he eventually got frustrated again, he grabbed your head with his both hands to push his manhood into your throat repeatedly

“ S t o p F u c k i n g T e a s i n g “ he said in an soft but impatient tone

Seeing him in pleasure kinda makes you proud, so you did it for real, you grabbed his dick, licked it from the roots finally to the tip and suck it for real, he smiled in pleasure once again. He then pulled you out of his manhood and started to eject on your face, you opened your mouth wide. After cumming, he spooned your face from above gently

“Do you know you’re so fuckinh gorgeous ?”

He he kisses both of your inner legs then finally to your pussy.

“Itadakimasu” he said naughtily.

He grabbed both of your boobies and started licking your clits, he is teasing, as a revenge. Finally you couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his head to instruct him to lick your most sensitive part as you move your body up and down.

Both of you are seriously out of breathe, he falls and lays beside of you.

“I love you, very much, y/n”

“I love you, Nanami. I’m glad that I met you... you’re going to marry me right ??

You both chuckled. He kissed you. But this time it was out of pure love.

-END-

[nashibirne]

Safe Haven 9 + 10

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’ Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful. In parts 9 and 10 we learn why Kasey doesn't think Thomas is right for her and and someone returns... Warnings:  smut/sex/porn (in some chapters), swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, 18+ readers only Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. Face claims: Blake Lively, Parker Hurley, Lupita Nyong'o, Taylor Momsen. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures. Beta by the wonderful  @hell1129-blog​  Thanks for your support! xo

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

9

When Kasey was lying in her bed that night she was so confused it made her feel dizzy. She just couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. Not only after tonight. It had been like this for weeks now - every single night. Since the night he'd made her omelet and Cupid's arrow had aimed for her heart.

After meeting him for the first time at the beach she had considered him to be nothing but a himbo. A handsome face and a lame brain. But she'd soon realized he was so much more. A smart guy, very mature for his age, sensitive, caring and loyal to a fault. He had this very thoughtful, emotional, brooding side, still hurting from all the tough shit that had happened to him, but he also was a flirt, funny and full of ideas, making Kasey laugh all the time with his silly jokes and stories. And they shared not only their sense of humor but the view on life, having the same values, the same visions. It took him only a few days to conquer her heart by storm and to make her realize that she was seriously in love with him.

It wasn't the first time since Cole had died, that she felt something for another man. There had been a little flirt going on with Parker for a few weeks before their missions had started. It had been close to getting physical but being the responsible and sensible man he just was, Parker wanted them to wait before dating and going further than flirting till they both were back safe and sound. But she didn't think about dating Parker anymore, she only wanted to be with Thomas. At least till the day she had an enlightening conversation with Sam. Sam was in her early twenties, a very pretty woman with a breathtakingly curvy body, part of the nursing team and not really a friend but someone Kasey liked to be around and to have a little chat with.

"So you work with Thomas now, don't you?" Sam asked her one day, when they were doing their laundry in the laundry shack. 

"Yes, I do. He helps me with the library."

"Lucky you."

"Umm...yes. He's nice." 

"Nice? He's hot. And he's a good fuck."

"Excuse me?" Kasey said, her eyebrows shooting up. 

Sam laughed. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to shock you, but he is." she gave her a wink. "I mean just in case you're in need of something physical, he's your guy. He's easy to have and he won't be a pain in the ass afterwards."

"Really?" Kasey said, feeling very uncomfortable about the direction this conversation was taking.

"Yeah. No strings attached. Never. He doesn't do relationships."

"Oh." was all she was able to say.

"Yeah. Got his heart broken when his girlfriend died, poor boy." 

"Teresa?"

"Yeah, I think so. He was with Anne for a few weeks after he came here. She was his first...you know what I mean..." Sam smirked. "But Anne ditched him because she found him boring and since then he's just screwing around. Flirting like crazy and jumping anything with a heartbeat and boobs. Has broken a few hearts but it was the bitches own fault. He never promises anything but one night of good fun."

"And you? Did you sleep with him?" 

"Yes, and it was great. He knows how to satisfy a woman. Lasts very long. Great package too. You should give it a try, Kay." 

"Nah..." Kasey said, nausea rising in her stomach. "Not interested."

"Still waiting for Parker to return?"

"Yeah, something like that." Kasey mumbled, feeling her hopes crumble to dust.

That was the day she'd buried her feelings for Thomas deep inside her heart, locking them in and throwing away the key, refusing to think of him as more than a friend anymore. She didn't change her behaviour towards him, not wanting him to realize something was different. It wasn't his fault that she was stupid enough to fall in love with a man his friends called Casanova.

By day her self-deceit worked just fine but by night her body betrayed her. The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak and so almost every night after a lot of tossing and turning, her thoughts circling around him, she had those very steamy dreams.  From secretly watching Thomas jerk off in the shower or getting eaten out by him at the beach under a sky full of stars to getting fucked by him hard from behind, bent over a table in the library....all this and more they did in her dreams and it left her so horny in the morning it almost physically hurt. 

But she still managed to pretend she was getting over him. At least till he'd kissed her, till she'd kissed him back. Feeling him so close, his lips on hers, their tongues touching, his hands on her skin...it had brought it all back and there was no point in denying it anymore. She loved him.

10

The next morning, when Thomas entered the library for work he was a nervous wreck. Thinking about the conversation he was going to have with Kasey scared the fuck out of him.

She was already there, going through a pile of books, looking tired. Thomas assumed she'd got as much sleep as he did last night, meaning almost none.

"Good morning." he said with a shy smile.

"Good morning." she answered, avoiding his gaze. "How are you?"

"Well...to be honest...not so good..."

"Of course. I'm sorry." Kasey looked down on her shoes, kicking invisible little stones away.

"So we better start working, huh? There's a lot to do." she turned around, concentrating on the books again.

"Kasey..." Thomas stepped closer, touching her shoulder to make her look at him. "We need to talk about last night, don't you think?"

She turned around, facing him, looking him in the eyes for a short moment. 

"I said all I had to say last night, Tommy." her voice was weak.

"But I didn't." He swallowed heavily before clearing his throat. Standing so close to her didn't help so he took a little step back, giving her some space. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively.

"Kay! Tommy!" they suddenly heard Vince shouting before he came storming into the hut.

"Guys...quick...to the beach." he said, leaning against the door frame out of breath. "They're back!"

"What? Vince, what are you talking about?" Kasey asked dumbfounded.

"It's Parker, hon. Parker's coming home."

Fuck, was all Thomas could think.

Jogging down the way to the beach they heard the ship tooting it's horn several times before even seeing it. When they arrived, half the camp was already gathered on the shore, cheering and waving. Vince and Kasey went down to the beach where Marjorie, Quincy and even Carson were waiting for them. Joe was standing in the water knees deep, awaiting the dink with Parker and his crew in it. Thomas joined his friends who were standing on a little dune to have a good view on the spectacle.

Minho grabbed him by the arm, dragging him right beside him. "And?" he whispered. "Did you talk to her?" Thomas just shook his head, frustration clearly written all over his face. "Shit." Minho said. "Yeah...we were interrupted by Vince..." 

"Hey guys, you miss the show." Gally pointed at the beach. "Here comes the man of the hour." 

Thomas turned around, watching the guy who had to be Parker Higgins jump off the little boat hugging Joe tightly. Wading ashore he was all smiles, waving at the cheering crowd. He embraced all of his friends one after another and when it was Kasey's turn, for a terribly long moment Thomas thought he was going to kiss her, but to his big relief he just hugged her as warmly as the others, although pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Wow...look at him. What a snack." Harriet, a very pretty brunette with long dreadlocks said with a smirk. She and Sonja were Aris' best friends, watching over him with vigilance like big sisters. "Snack? He's the whole damn meal! What a hottie." Sonja raised one eyebrow, licking her lips.

"Oh come on, girls. He's not that handsome." Thomas groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, he is." Brenda answered back dryly.

"What the fuck, baby. Are you kidding me?" Frypan stared at his girlfriend flabbergasted.

"Sorry, babe. Of course not as handsome as you." Brenda cooed, kissing him on the lips. Frypan smiled, returning the kiss with feverish passion, causing Jorge to frown and Aris to nudge them. "Guys...get a room." he laughed and everybody but Thomas joined in.

Down at the beach Kasey still couldn't believe Parker was back. But there he was, in all his greek-god-like perfection, wearing nothing but cargo shorts, hanging low on his hips, showing off his v-muscles. His toned body was suntanned, his wavy wheat-blonde hair a sexy mess, his handsome face beaming with happiness.

"So, how's everybody doing?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer before dragging his friends into a group hug. "God, I missed you guys so much."

"We missed you too, Higgins." Marjorie said smiling. "We almost started to think you cleared out, living on a lonely hidden island with your little harem now." she added with a smirk, nodding at his all-female crew, Janine, Cara and Sloane, three of the strongest and toughest women, Kasey had ever met.

Sloane started laughing. "Fuck, Marge. You know even Parker isn't man enough to keep us satisfied all on his own."

"Hey! You better not challenge me." Parker grinned, turning to Vince then. "So we're gonna need some help with unloading the ship, we have tons of stuff on the old lady."

"You should have sent me a radio message, Parker." Vince said with a frown. "We're not really prepared for your return."

"Oh come on, man. You know I love a big entrance." his charming smile was disarming. 

"Sure." Vince laughed. "We'll find a solution. But first let me introduce you to the WCKD kids."

"Aren't they all WCKD kids?" Parker asked, spreading his arms, turning around to all the spectators behind them.

"I'm talking about Thomas and his friends."

Vince scanned the beach, searching for them. "There they are. Let's go meet them."

***

"They're coming our way." Sonja said, adjusting her clothes and her long blonde hair quickly, a determined look on her sweet face. "He's mine, sisters."

"You better stop drooling, sweetie. I'm sorry, but there are rumours going round that Parker and Kasey are a thing." Harriet asked to consider.

"They're not." Thomas threw in, his voice surprisingly sharp.

"How do you of all people know that?" Harriet wanted to know.

Thomas just shrugged, trying to play it off, knowing his jealousy would be showing if he said another word.

He was saved by Joe who was calling them.

"Come down here guys, we wanna introduce you."

They climbed down the dune gathering around Joe and the others.

"Hi, I'm Parker." Parker introduced himself, a million dollar smile on his attractive face and Thomas felt the urgent need to punch him on his perfect nose.

"And here we have my badass crew: Sloane, Cara and Janine." The three women waved in unison, greeting them with a short nod.

Minho nudged Thomas discreetly to make him introduce their group too. He took a step forward, clearing his throat. 

"Good to meet you guys." he said, managing to fake a smile. "My name's Thomas and these are my friends Minho, Gally, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge, Aris, Harriet and Sonja."

They exchanged their hellos and did some smalltalk about how the mission had been and how things were going in the camp. Thomas let the others carry on and stepped back trying to get a little closer to Kasey who was standing besides Quincy, unusually quiet.

She noticed him and gave him a sheepish smile. "You okay?" Thomas mouthed, trying not to interrupt the current conversation between Cara and Carson who were talking shop about something Thomas not even roughly understood. 

She nodded, her smile genuine now, which helped Thomas relax immediately. "You?" she mouthed back. He gave her a "thumb to the side", wiggling his hand indecisively, nodding in Parker's direction, mimicking his thousand-watt-smile which made Kasey laugh and Thomas' heart skip a beat.

"So what are we gonna do about the cargo now." Vince's full dark voice interrupted the lively chit-chat.

"My team can help unload." Gally said.

"Mine too." That was Minho.

"My team can take care of the transport from the beach to the storehouse." Jorge offered.

"I'm gonna take care you're not gonna starve." Fry said with a big grin.

"My team wants to help too." Kasey said. "It's just Thomas and me but we can carry things around and lend a hand when needed."

"Wait..." Parker said, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You really found someone who's as crazy about books as you? So you and kiddo are team bookworm now, princess?" he placed an arm around her shoulder, dragging her into a side hug which made her blush. Princess? Kiddo? Thomas thought, feeling anger rise in his chest. What the fuck... asshole. 

"Fuck you, Parker." Kasey said laughing, slapping him on the arm.

He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. "I'd rather let you do this, Kay."  Unfortunately he whispered not quietly enough to conceal his words from Thomas who was standing right beside them, almost dying from jealousy.

"Are you done flirting now, man?" Joe interrupted them, obviously a little annoyed. "We have a job to do."

"Sure." Parker said, giving Kasey one last wink.

On their lunch break after a morning full of hard work they all sat at the beach together, enjoying Frypan's delicious chili and freshly-baked bread. Thomas was sitting with his friends but he kept on looking at Kasey, giving her little smiles, that she returned. A funny wordless dialogue unfolded between them, just composed of glances, winks, gestures and facial expressions, brightening up her day and once again it became clear to her, why she loved this man so much. The thought caused a stinging pain in her chest, reminding her of the fact that she couldn't have him. Wouldn't have him. For reasons she couldn't really remember in moments like this, when he confused her brain with all his adorable dorky perfection.

"Mind if I join you?" Parker didn't wait for an answer before sitting down next to Kasey, ending her little telepathic conversation with Thomas. He looked tired and exhausted, although Kasey knew he would never admit it. He took a bite of a big piece of bread and a sip of water before turning to her. "It's good to see you again, Kay. I really missed you." His smile was genuine and warm.

"We missed you too, Parker. You and the girls. I'm happy you made it back in one piece."

"Well, I owe you a date, so I had a very good motivation to stay alive." he looked her in the eyes, his smirk flirtatious now. "And I really hope you missed me a little more than the rest of my crew." 

"Yes, of course." 

"Good." Parker gave her one of these winks that used to do things to her, that used to make her want him badly, but on this morning it was nothing more than a wink. A wink she returned without feeling it.

"Joe said you're making good progress with the library. You and that boy...what's his name again?"

"The name's Thomas and he's not a boy, Parker." Kasey said with a frown. 

"He's not really a man either, is he? More like a pup." Parker teased her with a grin.

"Well, he was man enough to survive the maze trials, the scorch and the breakdown of the last city. Not to mention that he freed Minho from the WCKD headquarters." Kasey snapped.  

"All right, all right,Kay...no need to get mad at me, I'm just teasing you." he raised his hands defensively, a surprised frown on his face.

"Yeah...sure. Sorry. I didn't mean to snap, Parks. It's just...Tommy's been through a lot, he's anything but a greenhorn and he deserves some respect."

"Ok, I'll remember that, princess. I promise."

He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, making her laugh.

"So about that date..." Parker said looking at her expectantly.

"Right...." Kasey replied hesitantly, clearing her throat. She knew she owed him at least one dinner to tell him that things had changed over the last few weeks. That she didn't feel the way about him, she'd felt 9 months ago. That she wouldn't date him.

"I think lunch break's over." Parker interrupted her thoughts, looking around, noticing everybody was about to return to work. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight? Let's have dinner together and talk unhurriedly. Let's call it our first date. What do you think?"

"Sure. I'll be there." Kasey answered, feeling her heart sink.

When Thomas made his next try to talk to her alone later this afternoon, he found Kasey at the beach with the dink, fumbling on a thick rope she was trying to untangle, lost in thought. It was the first time since hours that they weren't surrounded by dozens of people and so Thomas took his courage in both hands and approached her.

"Hey Kasey." 

"Thomas." she hardly managed to smile.

"What's up? You look downcast."

"No, I'm fine...just untangling this fucking rope." she said, throwing it away angrily.

Thomas caught it, starting to unravel it without problems. He handed it back to her, cocking his head, knowing exactly that something was off but he didn't want to pry.

"Thanks, Tommy." She looked at him and there was something in her eyes he couldn't quite read. 

"Listen, Kay. About last night, there's something I need to tell you."

"Yes?"

"Yes." he cleared his throat. "I should have told you last night, but when Quincy joined us..."

"Speaking of which..." Kasey interrupted him, pointing to the dunes where Quincy was coming down the path together with Joe and Carson.

Thomas took a deep breath, trying not to curse.

"Well, maybe this is bad timing. Why don't we meet at the library to talk later? When we're done here."

" I'm sorry, Timber, but I can't. Parker's invited me over for dinner...." she pressed her lips together, looking at him remorsefully. "I see..." he answered flatly, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

[megan-is-mia]

Cupid’s Chokehold Chapter 2 (Poly! Fugonara w/ Waitress Reader)

(this should be the last repost)

((N/n means nickname btw))

The sun was in (Y/n)’s eyes and was waking her up long before she wanted to be awake. Except her bedroom window faced west not east so how could there be sunlight prodding at her eyelids? That wasn’t to mention the unpleasant hot breeze on both the top of her head and the back of her neck or the fact it felt like an octopus had decided to snuggle her a little too tightly.

Reluctantly the girl’s eyes opened and widened at the unfamiliar sight before her. No it wasn’t Fugo’s chest that was unfamiliar, or what she could see of Narancia’s arms around her waist either. The boys had come over to her apartment in the past and the three friends had gotten super wasted and all passed out in (Y/n)’s bed to sleep off the worst of their hangovers.

No, the unfamiliar part was the bedroom itself. Like (Y/n) had sensed with the different lighting, she wasn’t in her bedroom. Which meant this had to be one of the boys’ rooms. Which meant she was at their group’s hideout. Which meant last night hadn’t just been a bad dream had it? She felt the back of her head for the bump left by the thing that had hit her hard enough to knock her out.

Sure enough only a little bit above the bullet scar at the base of her skull was the still swollen bump left by ‘Aerosmith’ as Narancia had called it. The bump ached faintly enough that (Y/n) had begun to tune out the pain of it but accidentally touching the bump made a sharp stab of pain go through her. She let out an almost inaudible groan of pain and felt Narancia shifting behind her to press his face against her shoulder in his sleep.

“Shut up, you’re too loud. Soap does not have nutritional value idiot” Fugo mumbled, still half-asleep. One of his legs had been lodged comfortably between (Y/n)’s legs but now slid up so he was almost kneeing her in the crotch. The girl held her breath anxiously and tried to squeeze her thighs together hoping the pressure would still the blonde’s wandering limb.

With both boys motionless once more (Y/n) tried to assess the facts and her options. Other than the two knocking her out and maybe giving her a massive concussion... they’d been surprisingly gentle with her. Surprising when she knew, seen, and treated the aftermath of some of the fights they’d been in. Masking tape and staples honestly were the unsung heroes of medicine if you asked her.

So it seemed that they didn’t mean her any extreme harm. That was good right? If she played her cards right maybe they’d let her go... but that would be a big if. Fugo might if she appealed to his logical mind, but Narancia wasn’t the sensible type. The black-haired boy led with his heart and that made him incredibly stubborn about changing his mind once he’d made it up.

Maybe she’d be able to convince someone else at the hideout to let her go. Sure she didn’t know any of them as well as she did her boys but maybe there was an escape option available to her that way. She’d gotten the impression Mr. Buccellati was the sympathetic type, why else would he have so many misfits hanging around him? Mister Abbacchio might be willing to help her for a price but only if she could persuade or bribe him. That just left her uncertain about what Mista or Giorno might do.

She hadn’t gotten to know Giorno well enough to know whether he’d help or hinder her efforts to leave. Mista though, Mista would probably be the biggest roadblock to her getting away other than her boys themselves. The problem wasn’t as she and Mista didn’t get along or anything like that. The problem was that he, Fugo, and Narancia were like the three musketeers. If Mista wasn’t on her side than there was no way she’d succeed in an escape attempt.

(Y/n) let out a long sigh and tried to roll over. If she couldn’t get away now she might as well lay with the sun, not in her eyes. Unfortunately, her wriggling was finally enough to wake the boys up and her face was suddenly pressed flat against Fugo’s chest as the blonde let out a long yawn.

“Morning,” he said sleepily kissing the top of (Y/n)’s head and reaching over her to absently pat Narancia’s head. The other boy let out a whine opening one eye blearily before shutting it again as he pressed his face more insistently against (Y/n)’s shoulder. He used the girl’s long tresses of hair to hide from the sun like a grouchy vampire.

“Can you let go of me? I like my ribs where they are and it feels like your gonna squeeze them out my mouth” (Y/n) complained still trying to roll onto her other side so the sun would be out of her eyes. Feeling the arms around her loosen but not let go the girl flipped over so she was facing Narancia and the sunlight was no longer stabbing her eyes. With the new position, Fugo rested his chin atop (Y/n)’s head and Narancia pressed his face into her bust like a nosey dog.

“Hey get your face out of there” (Y/n) grumbled pushing at the black-haired boy’s chest trying to force him away from hers. “My boobs are not free real estate for your face idiot” she added flicking Narancia’s forehead when he didn’t move.

“You don’t usually complain about me doing this when we sleep over” the boy mumbled trying to bury his face deeper into (Y/n)’s bosom. The pleasant smell of the lavender-scented detergent she used on her clothing wafted up when he pressed his nose against her shirt and made him sigh contently.

“I’m usually way too hungover to give a fuck about whether or not you might motorboat me” (Y/n) said threading a hand into Narancia’s hair and trying to force him away that way. When this didn’t work either she gave up for the time being and pet his head like one might pet a puppy.

“So you’re saying if I got you drunk you’d let me motorboat you?” Narancia said with a smirk pressing against (Y/n)’s hand as she let out a snort and shook her head.

“Gross! You’re never gonna get a girlfriend if you talk like that Narancia” (Y/n) scolded as the air was abruptly knocked out of her by Fugo suddenly tightening his arms around her waist. “What? I’m right!” She protested turning her head to glance at Fugo expecting to see his normal irritated expression but was surprised by the possessive glint in his eyes. He stared intently at her for a long moment before darting into peck her lips with a serious look on his face as he pulled away.

(Y/n)’s stomach flipped uneasily, last night when the boys had kissed her... she had hoped it would be a one-time thing. They’d kiss her, get it out of their system, and they’d go back to the way they were before (Y/n)’s engagement. However the look in Fugo’s eye made her think otherwise, and it wasn’t long before Narancia was grabbing at her cheeks to press a messy kiss of his own to her mouth before he settled his face back between her boobs with a content sigh. It was silent except for the sounds of breathing until (Y/n) finally voiced what was on her mind

“We... we need to talk. Now. About us” she said forcing her voice to be calm as she went on “I know you aren’t thrilled about me getting engaged. That much I understand, but just because I’m gonna get married doesn’t mean I won’t hang out with you anymore. I don’t even plan to quit waitressing after me and Louis are married—” a sudden growl from Narancia made (Y/n) stop abruptly to look at the black-haired boy with a puzzled expression.

“There’s no way I’m letting you marry a loser we haven’t even met!” Narancia said his hands finding (Y/n)’s so he could thread his fingers between hers. It was then that the girl became keenly aware that her engagement ring was missing. She tried to think back to when she remembered having it last but found herself drawing a blank. She’d had it for less than twenty-four hours and it was already gone!

“Where’s my ring?!” She said accusingly trying to sit up. Fugo’s arm was still around her waist and she was tugged back down the moment she made any progress.

“Don’t bother trying to look for it, I had Purple Haze destroy it. It’ll be nothing more than guck now like that upstart Louis who tried to take you from us is gonna be once we get our hands on him” Fugo said flatly forcing (Y/n) to roll once more so they were face to face. This arrangement received a grumble of protest from Narancia but otherwise, the black-haired boy seemed content to press kisses to the back of (Y/n)’s neck where the bullet scar and bump from Aerosmith were located. (Y/n) ignored the kisses, for now, she had bigger fishes to fry like the dangerous implications behind Fugo’s words.

“I don’t know what the hell a Purple Haze is but... I won’t let you hurt Louis” her declaration was met with a sharp bite to the nape of her neck by Narancia. “You know I care about you both, you’re my best friends—“ she was cut off by Fugo kissing her again his tongue shoving between her lips to dive under her tongue possessively.

“Here’s the thing (N/n), we don’t wanna be your best friends. We want to be your boyfriends” Narancia hissed his hand sliding up to grope (Y/n)’s chest. “And if that smuck that proposed to you is still around well then we can’t be your boyfriends” he added and licked the side of the girl’s neck. “And the best way to get him out of the picture is to kill him yeh know unless you can give us a better idea” the black-haired boy finished.

“Please don’t kill him, I’ll call him and tell him it won’t work out! I’ll break off my engagement just don’t hurt Louis! Just tell me what to do!” (Y/n) babbled out desperately as she pulled away from Fugo’s aggressive kiss.

“Calm down (N/n), a call will be enough for now” Fugo cooed peppering (Y/n)’s cheeks in kisses as he ran his fingers through her hair with a calmer expression than before. Eventually, he sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed to retrieve something from the nightstand. It was a phone which he then handed to (Y/n) with a neutral expression. The girl took it and dialed her fiancee’s number, the phone rang once, twice, then Louis picked up.

“Hello, you’ve reached Louis Knight who is this?” The male on the other end of the line said clearly. (Y/n)’s throat tensed up and she couldn’t speak for a long moment.

“Hey, Lou... it’s me (N/n)” (Y/n) said quietly ignoring the irritable expression on Fugo’s face as her usage of a pet name. “I need to tell you something important, I can’t do this... I can’t marry you... I’m sorry I just can’t... I’m breaking up with you... please don’t try to get in contact with me again... so sorry GOODBYE!” (Y/n) was almost in tears as she hung up and tossed the phone as far as she could. She then buried her face in the pillows on the bed and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry (N/n)” Fugo said softly hugging the girl and forcing her to roll onto her side so she was facing him. He began kissing and licking up the tears on her face as they fell amidst cooing at her. Narancia also tried to help soothe her with his own whispered words of affection while he played with (Y/n)’s hair.

“We’ll make you forget all about that loser (N/n). I promise you that” Fugo said gently cupping (Y/n)’s cheek and forcing her to look him in the eye. “

“Yah! You’ll be happy as a claim with us! Two boyfriends are better than one after all!” Narancia added cheerfully. “Hey! We should introduce her properly to the rest of the gang at breakfast today!” he went on still in that chipper tone.

“Soon, I want a few more private moments before we have to share her with the world for the rest of the day,” Fugo said his face pressed against (Y/n)’s chest. All this chatter had barely gone in one ear and out of the other for (Y/n) as she tried to process how things could have gone so bad for her in such a short time...

[fyeahmeddy]

Old fools

Suuuuper belated bday gift (but just a little for christmas) for my lovely friend @kinikxluna . I love you gurl!!! Sorry it took so long!!

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Everything was perfect. The chocolate was warm and she could bet that, if her taste buds still worked, it would be the most delicious beverage of her very long life. The blankets were fuzzy and comfy. Simon, her caretaker from the apocalypse, was back and sane. She had a beautiful girlfriend by her side, resting her head on her shoulder, enjoying every second next to her. Then, why did she feel so much dread?

Bonnie noticed how Marceline’s grip on her hand had tightened suddenly, even it was only for a hot second, and also noticed a flinch in her whole body, along with a frown in her face. It wasn’t rare that Marceline used to have moments in which her minds touched spots that were like a hot stove, and so her body twitched as if trying to get away from them. However, Bonnie noticed too how frequent they had become, especially when they were together.

For a while now, Bonnie had wanted to talk it out with Marceline but, just like her, she felt a deep dread sucking out her bravery every time she visualized the possible outcome of her being the problem. Was she doing enough to let Marceline know she was loved? Hadn’t she already changed her distant and cold attitude?

The gathering at Marceline’s house ended. The new Ice King, the princesses that legitimately enjoyed his stories, and Simon left the place, leaving the girls alone.

Already in their pajamas, they went up to their room to call the day off. Marceline sat on her side of the bed, and Bonnie noticed how strangely silent she was. The princess also noticed her constant sighing and how she started anxiously fiddling with her fingers. It looked like she wanted to say something, but was scared to do it.

“Marcy… are you ok?” asked Bonnie. “Do you have some sort of vampire cold or something?” she said, trying to ease the mood.

“No, no, I’m ok” replied Marceline with lack of enthusiasm and no further explanation.

Bonnie frowned. It was time to talk about what was obviously bothering her girlfriend and she was going to be the one starting the conversation. If the pandora’s box was going to be opened, better do it soon before it got more and more crowded. She took all the courage she could gather and spoke.

“Marceline… I know something’s troubling you. I’ve noticed. I love you, and I want to help you. You can talk to me, you know it”.

Marceline didn’t respond immediately but it was clear Bonnie had hit the nail. Marceline herself started putting her thoughts in order and dared to take the step she had avoided for some time now.

“I’m afraid of losing you” said Marceline over her shoulder, still not looking at Bonnie.

“You didn’t lose me that day at the battlefield. And I did take a good hit, sometimes I still feel it” said Bonnie with a chuckle. “I’m a hard gum”.

“No, not like that” replied Marceline after a deep sigh. “I’m afraid of losing you… because of me doing something stupid. Because of letting our egos talk again. I’m afraid to commit the same mistakes over and over again” she said, getting more worked up with every word. “We already failed once. I’ve already failed several times. Who’s to say it won’t happen again?”.

After a shaky sigh from the vampire, the room fell silent. Bonnie felt her gummy heart shrink, her hands were getting cold yet sweaty. She now understood her girlfriend’s turmoil but there was no relief on that. Marceline had already lived a couple hundred years more than her, and she was way more adventurous too. The vampire had traveled the world wide and large, while the princess barely touched the edges of the continent that was Ooo. While Marceline was the first person ever with whom Bonnie had been open enough to take a shot at the experience of love, Marceline had already dealt with that a few times before and a few more after; she had reasons to be scared of failures.

Bonnie also found herself with similar fears. Their previous attempt did flop terribly because of their attitudes, their goals and their egos. The aftermath had been so disastrous and stressing that Bonnibel decided there was nothing in love worth her time and effort. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from reminiscing the good times along the vampire and draw a wistful smile. She had been wondering if this new attempt had the elements necessary to be any different, but she constantly pushed those thoughts to the back of her head. Then she realized how actually old-way that was, how those old habits had been responsible for the way things had went before. It was time to be honest. She walked towards Marceline and sat beside her, the vampire wiping her nose in an embarrassed manner.

“A relationship is not just one person’s responsibility, Marcy” she said after a brief silence, taking Marceline’s hand. “It’s a joint effort: two, three, more people… we didn’t fail because of you, we failed because of us. I too made mistakes, and I also fear making them again”.

“What if we do?” asked Marceline.

Bonnibel smiled and held Marceline’s hand tighter.

“We are not the fools we used to be. We look the same but we are not the same”.

“Not quite right. I’m glad you got rid of those intricate pigtails you liked so much three centuries ago” joked Marceline.

“Me too! It was such a hassle to braid them!” replied Bonnibel. “But you know what I mean. I was a control freak with goddess pretentions. Now I’m just a workaholic in rehabilitation. I know it may not be much of a change for some people but… it’s good for me. I do it for my friends, I do it for you. And I know you’ve changed too”.

“Have I really?”.

“Well, maybe you still have to work on being overly dramatic sometimes” said Bonnie with playful annoyance. “But you know you have. Remember that time, months ago, when I forgot about our date? Old you would have yelled at me and stormed out of my room. But you waited this time. I just had to put on some clean clothes and you were ok with it. Maybe last time we just went on with whatever feelings we had, we didn’t even know if it was really love. But now we are aware of what feelings we have, we know why we are doing this”.

Marceline smiled and held Bonnie’s hand tighter and kissed it tenderly.

“I really want to be with you forever” she said, softly. “But even that… I don’t think I trust myself to promise that”.

“You don’t have to”.

“What?” asked Marceline, baffled.

“We’ve lived long enough, Marceline. We’ve seen how ‘forever’ doesn’t apply to this world. That’s not a bad thing. Don’t get your mind stuck in the future, that was my mistake. Let us enjoy today. Whatever happens, happens. Even if we end up splitting at some point again, we both are die hard. We may find ourselves in the same path again, eventually”.

Marceline held Bonnie’s face between her hands and smiled widely. Bonnie smiled too, feeling proud of the reward her work had brought.

Marceline leaned in for a kiss that was welcomed. She kissed her slowly, yet passionate, savoring the princess’s lips, enjoying the moment. For Marceline, it was cathartic. She had bottled her emotions and thoughts for too long and exposing them was like stepping into an abyss. However, she found herself falling onto the soft embrace of her girlfriend, on a blossoming field of flowers with the essence of her support. Each movement of their lips, each chill traveling down her spine washed away her doubts, until the kiss broke.

“I love you, Bonnie” said Marceline, hugging her.

“And I love you too, Marcy” said Bonnie, petting her head. “Let’s go to sleep. We need the freshness of the morning, even if you are a vampire”.

Already in bed, spooning, Bonnie felt a familiar yet unexpected presence on her skin.

“Are you grabbing my boob?” asked Bonnie.

“It’s how I cope” replied Marceline, cuddling with her from behind.

Bonnie put her hand over Marcy’s, chuckling.

“Goodnight, Queen”.

“Goodnight, Princess”.