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[secretadmirer29]

RiNa (Cartoon+AI) - Fitting Room Selfie

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[angelbaby-fics]

Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

🐣

Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him. 

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work. 

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms. 

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime. 

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket. 

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

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[scholastic-dragon]

Kiss on the corner of the mouth with the Purple menace? (Whichever movie/cartoon iteration you prefer)

But could I suggest framing it like a reaction thing?

And the girlfriend is generally shy most of the time. Except she was the one to make the first move asking him out. The one to initiate hand-holding and now the first one to give a light kiss. So she's sorta ballsy to an extent.

Maybe it gets steamy when Don realises he's been holding back for nothing.

yes I love this

I'm doing Rise Donnie cause I feel like that works the best!

Rise!Donnie x Fem!reader

Holding Back

Warnings: both Donnie and Reader are over 18, don't throw a fit there are no minors here, spelling mistakes, smootches, first time making out, up against a wall kiss, almost feral donnie,

Being bold wasn't exactly something you were used to.

As Mikey put it, you liked to hide in your shell. You got nervous and overstimulated quite fast, so you preferred to let others take the lead.

But with Donnie, you almost had to take the lead. You were the one to confess your feelings while eating pizza on some roof somewhere after midnight.

The one to plan dates and snuggle up into his side during movie nights. You reached for his hand when he was walking you home after movie nights and gave him extra long hugs goodbye.

And while Donnie never stopped your advances, he didn't actively make any.

You knew he struggled with affection, but sometimes it felt like he just didn't care.

Thankfully, his brothers and April constantly reminded you and showed you the little things he did that proved he liked you.

Your name in his contacts had a little heart, his lock screen was a selfie you both had taken, you were his emergency contact and your hand print had been added to the lair's security system in case of emergencies.

For Donnie those things were huge acts of trusts and it gave you comfort knowing those things.

Now you were walking hand in hand after movie night, he had just helped you up the fire escape and opened your living room window. You both stepped inside, and you couldn't help but stare at him. He, of course, was oblivious.

"....anyway, Raph and Leo wanted to go to another wrestling match this weekend, so I should be able to clear my schedule enough to make time for another date."

Oh shoot, had he been talking this whole time?

It was easy to get distracted looking at him, he had a strong jaw, handsome cheekbones and broad shoulders and arms.

"Y/n?" He waved a three fingered hand in front of your face.

Shoot! He was still talking!

"Uh...what?"

He shook his head. "Are you feeling alright? You've been zoning in and out all night," He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.

You laughed, feeling yourself blush. "Yeah, just thinking,"

"Yeah, aren't we all," Donnie smiled, looking down at his watch. "Well, it's getting a bit late,"

"Right, goodnight, honey, I'll text you in the morning on my way to work," You weren't sure what came over you, but you leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He froze, eyes squinted, standing still as stone: it didn't even look like he was breathing. You almost thought you broke him.

"What...?" He choked out, thankful his blushing wasn't as obvious as yours.

"It was a kiss goodnight," You chuckled, silently hoping you didn't make him uncomfortable.

"Are we at the kissing stage?" He asked with full seriousness, still not moving.

"Um...yeah, I guess we can be," You laughed softly, shrugging your shoulders.

Donnie inhaled sharply, coming out of his trance and stepping toward you. Lifting his hands, he cupped the sides of your face, tipped your head back and started to lean in.

Oh, geez, was he really about to do this now?

As gently and softly as he could, Donnie pressed a kiss to your lips. You sighed, relaxing into his embrace, your arms travelling up his wrists and squeezing his biceps.

As you kissed him back, you felt something switch in him. his arms went rigid and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Donnie?" You asked breathlessly, and that only sent him over the edge more. Pulling you in a circle, Donnie pressed you against your living room wall, right next to your still open window.

Using his plastron he kept you pinned against the wall, his arms gripping your hips and roughly squeezing your sides as they traveled up.

He kissed you again, this time much harder, teeth and tongue and groans getting lost between your bodies. One hand slipped behind you, curling around your lower back and reaching across to grab you hip, making you hook your leg around his waist.

At your gasp, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and learning every part of you.

Your hands massaged up his arms, then his shoulders before twirling his bandanna tails around your fingers.

Feeling a burning in his chest, Donnie pulled away, a thick strong of saliva connecting you both. Panting and chest heaving as you stared at one another.

Through his heavy breathing you heard the faintest chirps and purrs coming from him.

You giggled softly, pressing your forehead to his.

"That was...." Breathlessly chuckling, you gave him a quick peck.

"Yeah, I...um, I didn't know if you were comfortable or okay with us kissing, so I just refrained from trying,"

"Why on earth would I be uncomfortable kissing you?"

"I'm a turtle," You both chuckled softly. "By all accounts it seemed like a simple no,"

"Does this seem like a 'no' to you?" Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck you pulled his chest flush to yours, your lips ghosting his. Your leg pulling on his hip to keep him close, he widened his stance to hold part of your weight.

"It most certainly does not,"

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[wozman23]

Tonight, On A Very Special Clone High Tribute

I don’t quite remember how I found Clone High in 2002. I’d assume being a fan of Will Forte put it on my radar. Or possibly that it was a Bill Lawrence project that relied heavily on the Scrubs cast. Whatever the case, it quickly rivalled Futurama to be quite possibly my favorite cartoon. But, just as it was getting started, the flame died out, mostly due to backlash with the portrayal of Ghandi. I’d always held onto hope that with the massive success of the creators Phil Lord and Chris Miller, maybe, just maybe we’d see the project again. When I moved out to LA in 2017, one of the first Hollywood-like things I had the pleasure of doing was attending the Clone High Reunion at the Vulture Festival. I was in awe of the talent in that room. The creators and voice cast are legendary. I got to interact with Forte and take a selfie. Then I met Tommy Walter, the man behind the infectious theme song, credited to his band, Abandoned Pools. By that point, not only was I a massive fan of Clone High, but of Tommy’s as well. He wasn’t putting out new Abandoned Pools music, instead focusing on his budding family and more traditional soundtrack and scoring work. But I remember telling him, dressed to the nines in my Sublime Currency shirt, that if he ever got back around to putting out more Abandoned Pools music, I’d be there to support it. But there wasn’t any real momentum for a second season, or more music from Tommy. Years passed. A silly Easter egg appeared in Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse, but even that just felt like Phil and Chris just paying their respects to their former franchise.

Then all that changed, on both fronts. Tommy announced he was Kickstarting a new Abandoned Pools album. I threw money at it. And not much later, Clone High was renewed for another season. I was pumped!... And then, wildly, it was picked up for another season on top of that! Say What?!

Well we’re finally here in 2023, over 20 years after I fell in love with the original run. And it’s everything I could have hoped for! Initially I had my doubts about the show returning. Ghandi was a crucial character. How could you replace him? How would you reference his absence? Thankfully, it was done beautifully in a multitude of ways, through some jokes and sight gags, as well as by introducing a new cast of characters to make up for his absence. While I initially wasn't all that invested in the new cast, I warmed up to them rather quickly. And I love how their character design boldly contrasts the original clones. Candide is a terrific addition as well. I was also concerned about whether or not the show would mold itself to modern times. In 2002, it felt so ahead of its time. Many of the cartoons these days irk me. Shows like Bob’s Burgers, Rick & Morty, Family Guy (the list goes on...) feel like they rely far too much on over the top voice acting to deliver serviceable scripts. There were also concerns about whether or not the animation style would be overhauled. Thankfully all of these fears were quickly quelled. Stylistically the show picks up right where it left off. The off-beat, angular style of everything is still front and center. The backgrounds still juxtapose the action beautifully. Everything is just so wonderfully distinct. And it still has so much of that offbeat humor that made it great. 

While one could easily enjoy the show without prior knowledge of the series, it’s chocked full of fan service. I was grinning within the first minute thanks to the dolphin sound. Minor characters are a joy to see, especially when voiced by the Scrubs cast. The new intro slaps, just like the original, which is what originally made me seek out the other work by Abandoned Pools. Hearing it modified many more times to fit the episodes’ themes was a welcome revival. Will Forte’s voice over introductions were as quirky as ever. Tommy’s more involved hands created some wonderful and weird music. It’s just such a joy, and a joy that I really didn’t ever think I’d get to witness again. Besides all of those qualities, one other thing that really cemented the original run as a favorite was the show’s ability to feel unique with many episodes. My favorite was probably the episode about smoking raisins because it was such a departure with its overall style and visuals. This season hosted multiple episodes like that. It’s all still so fresh in my mind, but the For Your Consideration episode really knocked it out of the park when it came to experimenting further with styles. Plus we got Mr. B backstory... Wesley. I feel like in my more recent years I’ve become somewhat of a softie. I used to never tear up over shows, or video games, or other works of art. But when Abandoned Pools’ “Remember to Remember Memories” unfurled, I got emotional. I’m not crying, it’s my contacts. There must be something in my eye. I’m sad to see it so quickly wrap up, but there’s still so much left for me to re-explore and digest. I’ll really need more time to go back through this season. Five weeks flew by like nothing. But as it ramped up, I found myself more and more enamored with the show again. The last four episodes really stood out. And the ending should take it in an interesting direction for next season. So I absolutely can’t wait to see what all those involved cook up in the not-too-distant-future, whether that be next season’s episodes, or that album Tommy is working on. It’s also absurd that Futurama is FINALLY back from the dead soon too!!! Here’s to hoping it picks up where it left of just as well as Clone High did...

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

306 of 2023

True or False inspired by random posts in my Facebook newsfeed!

Created by joybucket

You've considered becoming a foster parent. Pastel colors are your favorite. You've been to a Hippie Fest. You've never been to a Hippie Fest, but you like the idea of it and wonder if it would be something you'd enjoy. You spent all day today with your favorite person. You often snuck candy into your room as a kid. 🍬 You have two or more siblings. You wear blue-rimmed glasses. (used to) You've given someone bunny ears for a photo. ✌️ You've filmed and uploaded a lot of videos for TikTok. You've contemplated filming a TikTok video, but you haven't done it yet. ....and you're not sure if you're going to. You could really use prayer right now. (Share why if you want, and I will pray for you! 🙏) You own a shirt that has a picture of Snoopy on it. There is a Biggby Coffee shop near you. You think babies are cute. You're happy spring is near! 🌷 You had a banana and oatmeal for breakfast. 🍌 🥣 You like Van Gogh's paintings. You've sat on top of a washing machine. You wish you could lay in your bed all day. You think it would be fun to be a bartender. You've worked as a bartender. You wish time didn't fly by so fast. You have health insurance. Batman is your favorite superhero. 🦇 You enjoy taking pictures of pretty flowers. 💐 📸 You own a pastel pink cardigan sweater. At least one of your friends you went to school with was Asian. You've done a craft project using seashells. 🐚 You're counting down the days until spring. You believe that Jesus is the standard. You know someone who has or who has had multiple sclerosis. (my godfather) You enjoy watercolor painting. 🖼️ You're a Snoopy fan. You're at peace today, because no matter what you're facing, God is with you. 💜 You love cheese. 🧀 You're passionate about helping others reach their health and fitness goals. You've driven a Ford. You're in love with your life right now. You hope you fall in love with being alive again. You've taken pictures of cherry blossoms in the spring. 🌸 You own a sweater with a big giant heart on the front of it. You had eggs for breakfast this morning. 🍳 You've painted a picture of a flower. 🌺 You're friends on Facebook with a Hannah. You enjoy the pretty things in life. 🌸 You have unique parenting methods. You use Snapchat. Some people just make you feel better when you're around them. You've been to Italy. 🇮🇹 You've been to a city called Kalamazoo. You've worked as a henna tattoo artist. You currently have a pet on your lap. You owned a black baby doll as a child. You went to a church service this morning. ⛪️ You've seen a real live flamingo in person. 🦩 You have no plans to take a 21-day course on how to survive singleness. ...and you think it's ridiculous some of the ways people try to make money. Your town has a Dairy Queen. A new fast food joint just opened up in your town. You enjoy using Buy One Get One Free coupons. You love purple flowers. You love the simple things in life. You've planted a garden in your yard. You own something colorful from the brand Natural Life. You think London is a beautiful city. Your nails are painted pink right now. You've recently attended someone's Sweet 16 party. 🎂 You've worked at a hair salon. 💇‍♀️ You love coffee, tea, and treats. ☕️ You've gotten married a second time and left all of your Facebook friends wondering whatever happened to your first husband, since you never announced anything. You've wondered what you would look like as a cartoon character. You enjoy oil painting. You love double bacon cheeseburgers. 🍔 You own a faux succulent. You've made a Facebook profile for your dog. You need a new mattress. You've sent in a postcard to PostSecret. You've had a black and white dog for a pet. You've seen Hanson in concert. You take birth control pills. You've taken a selfie with your dog. 🐶 🤳 Change isn't always a bad thing. You've purchased a donut from a bakery within the past week. 🍩 You've looked up medical information on WebMd. You have an Uncle Joe. You collect rocks. 🪨 (used to) You've seen a pigeon flying around Walmart. 🐦 You can play the guitar. 🎸 You enjoy reading your Bible. 📖 You're a Michigan State fan. You believe you have bipolar disorder. You've been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. You've wondered if you had bipolar disorder. You don't believe that everyone who claims to be bipolar actually is. ....or that everyone who claims to be depressed actually has clinical depression. You've tried macarons. You've made your own macarons. You've made a play driver's license for your pet. 🪪 Slow progress is better than no progress. You've tried to sell something in a Facebook status. You have a toddler. You've had a friend named Stella. You enjoyed this survey.

#survey #bolding survey #random survey

[poisonousquinzel]

VARIOUS HARLEY QUINN HEADCANONS

She's always wanted an animal, but her parents wouldn't allow it growing up for one reason or another. Once she had moved out she had dived so deeply into her work that she knew she'd not be able to spend enough time with them.

Good for her that now she's in a profession where it's always Bring Your Pet To Work Day.

Bud and Lou sleep in the bed with her, snuggled up at her legs.

They can tell when she's having night terrors and they'll both begin whimpering and howling until she wakes up. If she's just upset they'll curl up near her head and nip lovingly at her pigtails until she calms down.

Nathan always sleeps on the pillow next to her or on her stomach.

She will personally visit the headquarters of businesses that test on animals with her biggest mallet and a duffle bag full of toys.

"Sometimes tha only way ta get through ta these chumps is a bit'a aggressive negotiations."

She attends group therapy sessions for DV survivors, in disguise at first, but then one day one of the other members mention him during their Talking time. That they'd gotten into this altercation with their ex because they'd said they felt bad for her. For Harley.

It had happened shortly after it was made public that Joker had knocked her out of that window and she had been in critical condition at the time inside of Arkham's hospital wing.

She didn't mean to start crying, and she didn't mean to run out, but she did.

Harley was nervous about returning to the group sessions after that, but she wanted to. She enjoyed the people, she enjoyed the social interactions unjudged due her identity.

But she didn't go in disguise this time, she needed to own up to why she ran off and she didn't want to lie anymore.

She was surprised that they didn't seem shocked by her when she came in the room.

"Hon, there ain't that many people in this world that drive around with a couple of hyenas in their backseat. The dots connected themselves."

Harley has a large (mostly stolen) collection of high brand nail polishes. She enjoys a nice, calm night painting her nails and watching cartoons.

She's got a storage container full of cartoons to choose from, Lucy loves cartoons.

She gets that from her ma.

They discover that Lucy's got side effects from Harley being dunked in acid when she's 8.

She kicked a concrete trash can across the room in a fit of rage.

Harley's horrified. Lucy thinks it's super cool, hell yeah 🥰

The immunity serum Ivy gave Harley had also transferred into her DNA, something Ivy discovered upon doing her own research when they told her Lucy was showing signs of being a meta human too.

-

Lucy also has a natural nack for gymnastics, something Harley's more than joyful to help coach her in.

She finds Ivy's "potion making" very cool, so Ivy starts letting her sit by her while she's working and explaining what she's doing. Suuure, maybe it's a bad idea to be inadvertently teaching a child how to create some sort of toxic fume, if you're a killjoy like Batman. :)

Harley's happy to accommodate to whatever new lil hobby Lucy takes up that week, if she wants to finger paint the entire apartment? she'll go steal all the paint her little girl needs to finish her wonderful art piece.

( And she'll break a finger or two if the landlords get bitchy about it. ;)

When Lucy's 10 she goes through a dinosaur phase. She wears a T-Rex Halloween costume she'd gotten the month prior and refuses to take it off for school.

Harley picks up lil dino knick knacks she spots while she's out totally not committing crimes.

And maybe she breaks them into The Batcave so Lucy can take a selfie with that ridiculous T-Rex statue down there, but Batsy shouldn't have such a fun prop if he doesn't want guests!

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[peralta-guaranteed]

Would you do any early peraltiago just hanging out being all new and scary but also comfortable and defintly end game.

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since that chaos of a first date.

And, okay, he has to admit he doesn't have many relationships that ever passed that timemark to compare it to, but he's pretty sure none of the few who did ever felt like this. Or went to this level after less than fifteen days.

Amy was already in her pyjamas as she opened the door for him when he knocked on it after his shift, and he quickly shed his jeans and flannel for the comfort of shirts and boxers while she divided up the take away he brought on their plates. They'd chatted about their days at work, as if they hadn't sat across from each other when everything happened anyway, and Amy excitedly told him that the new book she'd been waiting on had finally come in the mail today, so that's what she pulled out when they settled on the couch and started the tv up. Her plate perched on her thighs as she scooched back on the cushions and started reading, and he was sure she didn't even notice half of the food she was shovelling into her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to the pages, so he kept a few bites of all the dishes on his plate to the side in case she'd later complain about not getting 'that perfect gyoza bite' she'd been craving all day.

And then the silence had started.

Well, it wasn't exactly silence. The tv was running some property show, and his phone would occasionally bling with a new message or twitter notification, and Amy had this habit of scratching along the pages every time she turned them. But it was quiet.

And quiet wasn't good, not in his mind. Quiet meant the suppressed rage after an unfinished fight hanging in the air, or soft sobs from another room while the cartoon laugh track from the tv tried to distract him. Quiet meant 'I'm done', in every bad sense of that phrase.

Quiet made him want to fill the empty space with as much noise as he could to drown it out.

But he knew how much Amy hated to be interrupted while reading. And what would be even worse than quiet would be her fiery stare up from those pages she was lost in, that piercing look that made him tremble long before they were even friends, when he'd receive it a lot more.

So he'd stayed quiet, too, set his attention to the new house the tv was currently showing and how absolutely horrid it was for that price range, while his mind worked overtime to convince him that maybe quiet wasn't so bad.

Quiet could be comfortable. There was no need for chatter between them anymore, and thinking back, it hadn't been needed for quite a while even before those two amazing weeks. They could sit and just be, enjoy each other's presence while doing their own thing, sometimes breaking through with a little Hey or a nod and a showing of a phone screen, or even the soft touch of fingers on arms to get the other's attention.

Amy's feet shuffle against him as if to prove that point, while she puts her finished plate on the side table without taking her eyes off of the book. He lifts them up when they hit his thigh, stretching her legs out straight across his lap and hearing the involuntary sigh of relief as her muscles unclench. She turns another page as his hands wrap around the fuzzy warm socks, press into the arch of them and start massaging.

Quiet can be good. Quiet lets him hear the soft noises she makes with every new press of his thumbs, sounds she herself probably doesn't hear. He knows them well from lying next to her in bed, when she's deep asleep and starting her little routine of whistles and peeps that are too adorable to be described.

Two weeks, and he recognises the sounds of her sleeping better than some police codes he's been learning for almost a decade. Two weeks, and they're just sitting there in silence, a whole evening spent on nothing but being together.

He looks up from her fuzzy feet to her face, still deep in the world of her book. At her usually perfect ponytail turned into a messy bun, no trace of makeup on her face, her lips being chewed on while she seems to hit a very tense part of the story. The light brown stain on the shoulder of her NYPD sweatshirt that he knows is from some coffee from ages ago and that she's been fighting to get out, but it's probably burned into the very DNA of the shirt by now. The soft curve of the thick fabric around her - knowing all about the even softer curves that hide underneath it too - down to that little tear in the side-stitch of her yoga pants, turning them from actual workout clothes into sleepwear.

No one, he thinks, not at two weeks or any other time frame, has seen her like this. Her family, maybe, parts of it - she wouldn't dare wear broken or dirty clothes in front of her mom, that he knows for sure.

She looks so beautiful without any pretense, he thinks. And something else, something that's been stuck in his throat for two weeks and needs to be swallowed down a whole lot longer if he wants to make this work.

Three little words that absolutely terrify him.

He’s not Rosa. He’s said it to more than just three people.

But not that many more.

His Nana and mom, of course, got to hear it a lot. Gina too, even though she sometimes rolled her eyes at it and scoffed. Charles, in a buddybuddy way. He’s dropped it as a joke or an oversimplification a lot, but that’s different, isn’t it? That’s not what it really means, when you say them like that, like a single statement.

Claire, the clever girl from NYU he met during his academy training, who Gina later ‘ruined financially and emotionally’ when they figured out she’d been cheating on him pretty much the entire relationship.

Sofia.

He knows now that that one maybe doesn’t count, either. It had felt wrong the second it had left his lips, even as he repeated it. It wasn’t really a feeling - it was a sense of panic, realising that things were going wrong, things were breaking, and he had to fix it, stop it, patch it up somehow, and the only thing he could think of was that. But it wasn’t true. That’s not how it was supposed to feel.

This. This, he thinks as he looks at Amy’s tongue slip out just a tad as she turns another page, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

Like lying in a warm bath, feeling the water slip over your face as you slide under completely, every bit of your skin being heated. Like the complete absence of nerves, feeling like you could fall back at any second, because there’s always, without question, someone there to hold you up. Like that excited glimmer of joy in your chest, feeling like you’re embarking on a journey you’ve been planning for ages when all you’re doing is seeing someone you see almost every day.

I love you, he thinks and swallows it down quickly again. I love you and it’s crazy, it shouldn’t make sense, it’s been two weeks and also five years and also forever. I love you and I didn’t think this is what it feels like, I didn’t know it, I didn’t think I’d ever get to feel it like this. I love you and I know that is never going to change and I know there’ll never be anyone else, but if I say it now it will break and the quiet won’t be comfortable anymore. It will just be deafening.

-*-

She doesn’t consciously notice him starting to massage her feet - something that’s become too much of a wonderful constant already to be acknowledged every time - but she does notice when he stops.

She looks up, then, and notices Jake is staring at her with half-lidded eyes and a smile on his face, a smile that’s so soft and, as of yet, still slightly unfamiliar to her. She knows his grin too well, remembers all his guffaws, even knows about his truly excited smile, and by now also the soft turn of lips reserved for his mom and Gina sometimes, but this smile is still so new.

She doesn’t think anyone but her has ever seen it, either.

A realisation that makes her heart leap, then, completely pulled from the fantasy world of the book she’d been diving into back to reality. A glorious reality, really. Sitting here with Jake, her feet on his boxers, his soft cotton shirt clinging to his shoulders while his fingers press into her skin. That smile on his face, the smile for her, only for her.

Two weeks, and now that she thinks back, she’s seen that smile every day. Hitting her like a sledgehammer during her awkward stammers at the first few dates, making her stumble while walking through Central Park hand in hand. Caught in a funny selfie of them in front of some weird statues they found there.

They’d quickly shed the date-routine of outside and traded it for the comfort of their homes, though, and she’d excused it with the fact that they were more often than not exhausted from work, and spending time together was just easier in PJs and with trashfood than planning an outfit for a fancy restaurant. But maybe it was something else, too, something that didn’t need all the extravagance and facade of special dates. Something comfortable and sheltering and good.

Still, it maybe shouldn’t dissolve into completely ignoring him in favor of some stupid book.

“I can finish this some other time.” She says, softly, and watches the smile slowly fade from his face. “If you want to chat?”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, but also climbs over to settle against her side, his arms around her ribs and his head fitting perfectly into the curve of her shoulder, and that’s a mixed message if she’s ever seen one. “Keep reading. You’ve been waiting for that book for weeks.”

“It’s still gonna be here tomorrow.” And so will you, and the day after that, and the day after, and hopefully forever, she thinks, but she knows what’s more important as her fingers start carding through his hair.

“Read, Santiago.” He mumbles in a deep voice, and it makes her laugh, but she does reopen the book she’s been holding closed with one finger slipped in between the pages.

And so she continues, only half diving back into her fantasy world, the other half firmly locked in place by his hands sliding up and down her waist, his breath trailing over her skin down into the opening of her sweatshirt, his warmth radiating from her side all over her.

She can feel his warmth growing, and the breath calming, slipping down into that soft rhythm she knows well from her bedroom as his hands still. And when she looks down next, Jake’s eyes are closed, his face gone slack and his mouth open in a little pout as he starts those little rumbling sounds from his throat that she knows mean he’s far, far gone already.

She’s seen him asleep before their two weeks together, all balled up on the break room couch after a few overnighters, slumped into a chair or spread out over the uncomfy single bed in their stakeout holeout. She’s always been fascinated about this over-animated, noisy creature turning all soft and pliable and calm, his face morphing into an even younger impression of himself, if that’s even possible for a baby-faced adult like him. But it hits differently when it’s so much closer, when she knows she can make his eyebrows scrunch up and slacken again with her fingers scratching behind his ear.

They’ve only had two weeks, and she already knows aspects of him she never knew existed. She’s seen him at his best and his worst, and found both sides perfect.

Two weeks with anyone else, and they’d often not even seen her apartment yet. Two weeks, and she was still dressing up in outfits she didn’t even think about in her normal life, watching makeup tutorials online to perfect a smokey eye, making sure not to whine too much about her day at work and check off those interesting talking points she’d mentally collected instead while they ordered at whatever nice restaurant she’d picked for them.

Yet here she is, two weeks in, in the most ratty outfit she could find, her hair in desperate need of a wash and the feeling of a pimple making itself known on her chin, Jake in his shirt and boxers pressed against her side, softly snoring after the tough day they’ve both had.

She wonders why it feels so different, and yet not wrong at all, from all the other relationships she’s had to this point.

Maybe because it’s not as new as they make it out to be. Sure, their official relationship started almost exactly two weeks ago, but everything they have started so much earlier.

He was there when she created the coffee stain on her sweatshirt, dropping her head down with a grown on her table after they’d gone over the possible alibis after hours at her place for the hundredth time. He’d poked his finger into the tear on her yoga pants after a Sergeant-mandated work out with a laugh before she’d even noticed it herself. He’s held her hair back in even grodier states while she was kneeling over a toilet at Shaw’s, glad for their unisex approach for the dinky, dirty little closet they called WC that meant he could follow her when she stormed off from the bar.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t feel nearly as freaked out or anxious about their settling of the relationship as she would have if it happened with anyone else. He was already settled into her life, a comforting constant she could rely on. It wasn’t much of a leap from that kind of partnership to a romantic one, she reasons, obviously it would need less of an adjustment time.

And maybe that was just one of the reasons why it felt so right. Maybe there was something else, too, bubbling up her throat and slipping out into the safety of their silence right now, with him deep asleep on her.

“I love you.” She whispers, and she knows she’ll have to wait a lot longer to say that to his conscious self. She knows he’s difficult with emotions, and closes up faster than any wild clam if threatened with ‘seriousness’. And she also knows, with a twinge to her heart, that he has more than valid reasons for that - that he’s barely ever heard or said those words without them immediately crumbling in his hands.

“I love you.” She repeats, carding through his hair one more time to a soft sigh from him. “And it’s safe. I promise. It’s safe with me.”

His head turns, digs a little deeper into her shoulder, and while she knows she shouldn’t tell him yet if she wants this to work, she hopes he hears it at least a little bit. That it settles into his mind while he sleeps, makes him feel as comfortable and sure as she feels whenever she’s with him. Makes it a little easier for him to take that step and say it back some day, when she dares to try it out loud for real.

Whenever that is, she’ll be there. It’ll be worth waiting for, she knows, just to hear it again and again after that.

Hopefully for the rest of their lives.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Day 10: A Present

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY TUE, DEC 22ND, 2020. 10.05 PM GMT The Savoy. Junior Suite. My Room

It's our last day of quarantine! This will be the last time I'm writing to you inside this room. I mean... The Savoy is nice, not to mention the Junior Suite, but staying cooped up for 10 days in the same room is still horrible, even inside The Savoy's Junior Suite.

So here I am, inside my room. Minjeong had just wished me a good night and went inside her room. We need to pack our stuff today. I need to pack my stuff. Shit. I know I need to do it, but... I gotta tell you everything that happened today first.

Today was a HAPPY DAY for multiple reasons. Number one, knowing that tomorrow I'll finally breathe fresh air again is something to be happy about. There were also a series of events that made this day ABSOLUTELY ICONIC (I'll tell you in detail in just a bit), but...

It didn't start as a happy one.

For one, Minjeong wasn't in the best of moods when I met her this morning. I could understand: Her friends were leaving London today, and she had completely missed the chance to record in her dream studio. I'd be as devastated if I was her, and she was indeed devastated.

The usually cheerful and bubbly Minjeong was quiet and sullen today. She didn't talk much during our breakfast and lunch, and only smiled kindly when I tried to make jokes. After a few failed attempts to make her laugh and bring back her cheerful self, I gave up and excused myself to my room to study.

But, Journal-nim... I am not Kim Hajoon if I didn't think of something to cheer her up.

After all, come on... I don't think I can live even one day without seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, watching her cute attitude. I can't, Journal-nim. She'd hooked me, and I am not willing to let her go.

So... Instead of studying (forget it, Journal-nim. I'll still have plenty of time to finish my thesis after the quarantine is over), I wracked my brain, trying to find a way to cheer her up again. I had to do something, anything. I long to see that cute smile again.

Guess what I ended up doing!

...

Can you guess?

...

That's right! (Or wrong... I don't know what your answer was, kekeke) I drew her!

I didn't just draw one picture of her.

I drew A LOT of pictures of her!

Alright... I didn't draw her like I did a few days ago when I had her posing for me in real time. I don't have a photo of her yet (Maybe I should take a selfie with her, or use my polaroid cam?)... So what could I do? I drew her from memory.

Of course it wasn't a realistic drawing (I couldn't, not without her posing for me or a photo of her). I decided to draw cartoon illustrations of her, cute chibi versions of her.

I decided to recall everything that had happened these past ten days. Whatever I remembered, I drew that...

I remember I saw her looking agitated in the airport... So I drew that. I saw her shouting at the hotel staff and on the phone to her manager when she reached here... So I drew that. She talked on her phone a lot with her three friends: Karina, Giselle, and Ningning... So I drew that. She loved tea and lapsang souchong... So I drew that.

(Here's a reminder to bring her to the Twining's Shop at The Strand tomorrow if she has the time).

We played a lot of board games together... So I drew that. The way she called me for lunch or dinner every day... So I drew that. Her... Sexy... Dance... I didn't draw it like that, but... I drew her dancing. The way she sang that beautiful song yesterday... So I drew that.

And finally...

The way she slept so peacefully last night... I drew that.

In total, I ended up drawing 9 illustrations of her. That, added to the one portrait I drew for her a few days ago, meant that I had drawn 10 illustrations of her. Fitting, don't you think? One illustration for each day of the quarantine.

And so...

Around 3.45 pm today, fifteen minutes before the scheduled tea time cart arrived, I left my room. Minjeong was in her room, probably crying or listening to some sad songs, but I wasn't out there to find her.

I went straight to the kitchen and brewed a bag of Lapsang Souchong for her. This time, though, I decided to be a little creative: I let the steaming hot smokey tea rest for a while to cool down. I opened the fridge and took out an orange from today's breakfast and sliced it. I took one slice and ground the peel to make orange zest. Finally, I put ice cubes into a tall glass, poured the cooled lapsang souchong, added some orange zest as garnish, and placed it nicely on a tray on the dining table.

I then rushed back to my room and rolled the nine pieces of paper nicely, before tying them up with a blue ribbon I found in one of my stationary cases. I went out, set it up nicely next to the smokey iced tea I just made, and glanced at my watch. Anytime now...

Ding Dong!

Right at 4, the doorbell rang, and a hotel staff brought us our tea time meal. I let the staff set the crumpets, tea, and biscuits on the table, thanked him, closed the door, and walked over to Minjeong's room.

Journal-nim... Somehow I felt my heart thumping.

"Minjeong-ah... Tea time?" I offered.

I waited a few seconds before hearing her reply.

"Yes... Coming," she replied, her voice sounding weak.

She went out, still looking paler than usual, weaker than usual. She walked over to the dining table and sat down, and I sat in front of her. I stared at her and smiled, and she met my gaze, before smiling weakly.

"I look like a mess, don't I, Hyung?" she asked with a soft chuckle. I nodded. "Totally. I miss the cheerful Minjeong," I said, somehow feeling emboldened.

Minjeong chuckled again and sighed.

"I'm sorry... I just needed time to calm down..." she uttered. I nodded and smiled. "Of course. I understand..." I said, sincerely.

Minjeong smiled at me appreciatively, then she turned her attention to the table.

Come on, Minjeong... Notice it.

She did.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she saw the unusual tall glass.

"That's... Strange? They don't usually serve iced tea for tea time, right? Is it because it's our last day here?" she asked. I shrugged. "Maybe..." I decided to play along.

Minjeong took the tall glass, then she realized.

"Eh? Why is there only one iced tea?" she asked.

I wanted to reply, but she understood immediately. What a smart girl!

"Hyung... You..." she asked slowly as she looked at me.

I grinned sheepishly and nodded.

"Yeah... Thought it might cheer you up..." I uttered.

Minjeong blinked her beautiful eyes a few times, then she giggled.

YES! That was it! That was the giggle I had been missing almost the entire day!

"Gomawo, Hyung..." she uttered with a smile. I nodded. "Try it!" I said, before adding, "Please don't kill me if it tastes bad..."

Minjeong giggled again, before putting the straw in her tiny mouth and sipping it. As soon as the cold tea entered her mouth, her eyes widened and she let out a cute squeal.

"Mmmm! Lapsang Souchong! It's so good!" she exclaimed.

I didn't know if she was telling the truth, but at least she appreciated my attempt. I laughed and placed a hand on my chest, signaling my thanks to her.

"I'm honoured," I said. She laughed...

And she placed her hand on top of mine.

And my heart stopped beating.

I stared at her, and she stared back. She smiled so beautifully.

My gosh, Journal-nim...

"Gomawo, Hyung... Thank you for caring for me so much," she said, and I noticed the sincerity in her words. "A–Ah... W–Well, that's the least I could do..." I stuttered.

I was blushing. I knew I was. My face was definitely as red as the Queen's Guards' uniform. My heart was punching my chest.

Minjeong's smile grew wider as she sipped her tea until her glass was empty. She sighed satisfactorily and smacked her lips, all the while still keeping her hand grasping mine. I chuckled. I couldn't help it. She was just so cute.

"Do you like it?" I decided to ask her. Minjeong nodded rapidly. "I love it!" she said, then she grabbed the empty glass and pushed it towards me.

She looked up and met my gaze, and I could see the mischief behind her eyes.

"Make me more!" she ordered jokingly.

I laughed out loud.

And finally, Journal-nim...

She laughed too.

It was heavenly. It was like listening to the laughter of an angel. It was so full of joy, so full of life. At that moment, I promised myself never to let that laughter and smile fade from her face.

... No. Not just that...

I want to be the reason for her laughter and smile.

Thus, we enjoyed the tea time together, our last tea time in quarantine. This time around, we talked and joked like we used to these past few days, and I was grateful for that.

Minjeong eyed the scroll on the table a few times curiously, but–maybe–out of respect, she didn't ask what it was. She must have assumed that it was my work, and didn't want to be nosy. But... It was really for her, so after we finished the last of our tea time cookies, I tapped the scroll with my finger. She took the hint.

"What is that, Hyung? Is that your work?" she asked finally. I chuckled. "Yes. It's my work." I said, then I stared at her, "Do you wanna see it?"

Not suspecting anything, Minjeong nodded and smiled.

"Must be amazing!" she said excitedly. I smiled and pushed the scroll towards her. "Open it!" I said. Her eyes lit up. "May I?" she asked. I nodded confidently.

Minjeong took the scroll, pulled the blue ribbon, and unraveled the scroll. She initially smiled when she saw the drawing, but a second later, her smile disappeared as she realized what it was.

She stared at the drawing silently, studying the facial features of the character that was on the paper. She took the next page, then the next, and the next... And I knew she recognized those pictures. She recognized the activities depicted in those pictures.

As she moved page by page, I saw her eyes starting to glisten. Her tiny lips curved up higher and higher, forming the most adorable smile anyone could ever have. Chuckles and scoffs left her mouth as she saw the cute drawings, but I saw tears starting to flood her eyes.

I smiled as I watched her admire the drawings in silence. I had no doubt. I knew for sure. I was in love. I had fallen in love with this girl. I met her by chance, I knew her by mistake, but now... Ten days later, I knew she was the one. There was no other one.

Minjeong looked up, her eyes teary. She set down the pictures on the table, and reached to grab my hand again. I squeezed hers and smiled.

"It's... Think of it as your early birthday present from me... It's next Friday, right?" I said, trying so hard to sound cool.

A laugh escaped her mouth, but tears were streaming from her cheeks.

Then, Journal-nim...

Without warning...

Just like yesterday...

She lunged forward and hugged me.

She was crying again today, as she did yesterday, but today was different. She didn't cry out of sadness.

It was tears of joy.

"Hyung... Thank you so much... I love it..." she whispered.

I chuckled and hugged back.

"I'm glad you like it, Minjeong..." I said. She hugged me tighter. "Thank you... Thank you. I'm not sad anymore. Thank you, Hyung... Thank you for cheering me up..." she whispered.

I chuckled again, because I didn't know what to do other than that. Minjeong pulled back, and smiled at me from ear to ear. She wiped her tears, and suddenly giggled.

"Ya... Now I feel bad, though! I have to give you something for your... Late birthday present!" she exclaimed.

I laughed. How could anyone be so adorable?

Suddenly, a crazy thought crossed my mind.

It was indeed crazy. And... Was it too daring to ask her this?

Trick question again. Journal-nim, I am Kim Hajoon! Doing things that are too daring is what I do the best! So... I chuckled and stared at her.

"You know... There is one thing that you can give me..." I said. Her eyes lit up. "What is it? Do they have it here in London? If they do, I'll buy it for you straightaway after we come out of this damn room tomorrow!" she exclaimed with urgency.

I laughed and shook her head.

"No. You can't buy it," I said. She looked confused. "Oh? Then... What is it that you want?" she asked me.

I smiled.

And yes... My heart was literally punching my chest.

"I... If I may..." I said slowly. Minjeong searched my eyes. "What is it, Hyung?" she asked me, squeezing my hands a little tighter. "If I may..."

...

"Can you..."

...

Shit my heart is beating so fast as I write this!

...

"C–Can... Can you call me something other than 'Hyung'?" I asked her, stuttering a little. "Oh? What do you want me to call you, then? Back to 'Hajoon-ssi'?" she asked.

I chuckled. Should I tell her?

"Well... Not that... I mean..."

Minjeong stared at me with her beautiful eyes. For a split second, I thought I offended her, but the next instant, a wide smile formed on her face. The smile turned into a giggle, and the giggle turned into a laughter.

She understood. I knew she understood.

"Kidding... I know what you mean..." she whispered through her laugh.

Then...

This is the reason why this day was such a happy day for me.

In fact...

TODAY WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!

...

Because

...

Because after saying those words, Minjeong leaned forward...

...

And she kissed my cheek.

...

It wasn't a peck, Journal-nim.

It was a kiss. A warm, slow, and loving kiss.

...

And when I was still stunned, when I felt heat rushing to my face, when I was still unable to say anything out of the sheer electricity I felt surging from my left cheek through my entire body, she sat back down and stared at me with a huge smile...

Then she said it...

She said it really cutely. She said it with a bright smile. She said it while staring at me. She said it while holding my hands.

...

She finally said it consciously.

"Hajoon-Oppa~"

#14daysofwinter #winter #kim minjeong #minjeong #aespa #lsmu

[apterydek]

After a year of jockhood

A year of jockhood came and went, daily workouts, buzzed head, sweaty gym shorts. Though you were stronger and more comfortable than ever, you missed being preppy. Looking back at the old photos from when you wore chinos and polos instead, you remembered how you felt then: disappointed you weren’t living the jock life.

“I’m not sure what to do,” you confess to Sir. He’s the one putting you through your paces, holding you to your meal plan. He was the one who gave you your first buzz, clippers set to 1. “Though I’m living my fantasy, and I feel confident, I keep feeling like I’m missing out on all the other versions of me. This was supposed to be my final transformation, and despite all the mental training, I just can’t stick with it. I’m sorry Sir, I fear I’ve disappointed you. I know you’ve put so much effort into training me.”

Sir isn’t angry, nor let down. He’s pensive, eyes out of focus, forehead furrowed. Then, with a sudden smile, he starts: “Boy, it’s no problem. I’ve seen this before. Sensed that it might happen. It’s just that I wanted you to have the full jock experience you were so dedicated to when we first started. I know just what to do. Another year of training—”

“Another year?” you blurt in disbelief.

“Shush, boy,” he continues, stern now. “This year will be unlike the last year. Rather than get you deep into one identity, we’ll change things up every month. We’ll explore all the different versions of you. Then decide what to do next. Who knows, maybe you’ll be begging to go back to jock mode.”

Your mouth is open. “W..well…” you say, processing what Sir’s suggesting. It tingles, excitement gripping you, and you decide to comply. “Yes Sir!” you shout. He’s already thinking of what you’ll become, and within the week, you’re given your first identity.

January you kept your hoodies and trainers, but grew out your hair slightly on top even as the sides were shaved. You wore a steel necklace and a tracksuit. Manspreading, walking with a swagger. Drinking and cursing. Watching porn. Sir would catch you by surprise and pin you against the wall, getting his pleasure from you. You loved the sudden lack of discipline, the spontaneity, the cockiness.

February your hair was long enough to part and slick. Your wardrobe was entirely replaced with white briefs and singlets, gray and blue dress shirts, smart slacks, knee socks, shined shoes and even a pair of short elasticated wool shorts for home. You tucked in your shirt every day, followed a structured schedule, and learned the basics of piano and French every evening. Sir would spank you for the smallest transgressions. You came to enjoy his discipline, the way your energy was controlled and focused on learning.

March your hair kept growing. You returned to sporty shorts with matching silky shirts. Leg day every day. Running, endurance. Sir had chosen only two outfits for you to wear. It made decisions easy. He chose your food carefully for energy. By the end of all the workouts you’d be ready to head to bed, but you were quizzed on football stats every day from the games you spent hours watching. You lived through your team’s performance, trained hard to emulate your favorite players. Sport, sport, sport. The month passed quickly.

April you didn’t get a haircut, just put a little hair gel in it. Polos and khakis or bright, short shorts. Boat shoes. You started to drink again. Spent lots of time on social media, taking lots of selfies with vapid pearly smiles. A lot of them involved golf, which you were now taking up. Sir got you invited to a party on a yacht. Little discipline again, just spending money, and enjoying the money others spent, and the respect everyone gave you.

May you used a straight iron and bobby pins. Pink crop tops and pink high tops. Became a go-go dancer, shaking your butt every time someone slipped a sweaty dollar bill down the waistband of your glittery hot pants. Pumped your nips every night and morning. Sir worked your hole every morning until you could take a plug, then a thick dildo, then a fist. Sometimes, after your shows, you’d get the chance to fit other guys’ hands up your hole too. It felt good to be desired, great to be a slut, and utterly fabulous to be so flamboyant.

June you got a cut in front and a trim in the back. Button-ups with the snaps, tucked into tight Wranglers and secured with a massive belt buckle. You listened to country music the entire time you were awake. Spent time hunting and fishing, dressed in camo and/or waders. Beaten-up T-shirts and trucker caps half the time. Cowboy hats the other half. It was relaxing getting back into nature, relaxing listening to repetitive songs, relaxing to slip completely into this identity and hear the voices of anxiety silenced. Some time every day, Sir gave you hearty pats on the back, and butt, and you embraced him, totally at ease.

July you awoke in briefs and a singlet again. An extra-large polo shirt, sweater vest, and loose polyester dress pants were stuffed over you, and you were taken to a barbershop and given a tight waxed horseshoe flattop with a white, shiny, wide landing strip. Glasses for good measure too. The only fun you had was DnD, but mostly you were too busy reading academic papers, solving logic puzzles, and arguing with strangers on Quora to spend much time on the DnD sessions. Sir would turn the Internet off at 9 every night, though, and you’d have to wake up early the next day to catch up on your online pursuits. It felt good to know more than anyone else...except Sir, of course.

August you got tired of feeling like other guys were about to bully you and became the bully instead. Buzzed again, gym shorts, tank tops, lifting, protein shakes and meal plans: all the things you’d gotten tired of six months ago, but which seemed so comfortable and natural now. You almost didn’t want to continue the cycle of transformations. Begged Sir, naked and on your knees, your prominent pecs quivering slightly. Sir denied you. You needed still more discipline.

September you were to follow a detailed schedule to the minute. Your buzz was shaved daily on the back and sides, clippered to a 0.5 on top. You were issued one set of clothes for PT, and one set of clothes for day-to-day wear: a polo and cargo pants with stiff black boots that gave you blisters. There was a final set of clothing for dinners and special outings: a dress shirt secured with shirt stays, immaculately creased trousers, mirror-shined black shoes. Punishments were severe and severely boring: standing at attention for hours, endless sets of push-ups, and marches in circles with the sun beating on your shorn head. Despite the unpleasantness, you felt proud to be held to such a strict standard, and to comply with it at least most of the time. Sir would occasionally reward your compliance with a treat like a single ice cream bar or 20 minutes of free time.

October you asked again to become a jock, or a frat boy, again, but Sir, tight-lipped, shook his head. You hadn’t learned your lesson. Stripped of all clothing, you winced as you were shaved head to toe, and a chastity cage was forced on and locked. You were rubbed with lube before being covered in a thick black rubber suit that covered your entire body, zips held closed with a dozen miniature padlocks. You were let out of rubber only for your brief, intense workouts—for public matters, a thinner rubber suit that left your arms and legs exposed was fastened on you, after which you donned a plain black T-shirt, black jeans, black Converses and a black snapback. Half the time, a large plug was shoved up your ass. You didn’t have a strict schedule any more, but the punishments more than made up for it. Perhaps your entire existence was one punishment. You were beaten, forced into painful positions, your balls stretched, made to drink piss and eat from the floor. You slept in a large dog cage. Slowly, you got used to it, hastened by Sir’s hypnosis and brainwashing sessions. You realized how much effort Sir was putting into the training and resolved not to disappoint him again. The border between pain and pleasure disappeared, and you grew content in the moment, constant intense sensations forcing your attention on the present. For Halloween you were paraded out in your full rubber suit, a collar and leash around your neck.

November you knelt, bound, ready for the next layer of intensity, for a fresh round of humiliation and torture. You accepted whatever Sir might inflict upon you. But he untied you, let you out, gently cleaned you in the bathtub, and had you lie on a towel. It was only when you felt a soft, pillowy sensation enveloping your chastity cage that you realized what he’d planned. You had a large wardrobe of brightly colored T-shirts and pants and a full rack of chunky sneakers. There were rules, of course, particularly around bedtime, screen time, and getting your diaper changed, but you were otherwise free to play as you wished. The lack of punishment initially seemed wrong, like cheating, but you settled into your new pampered lifestyle as Sir gently encouraged you and occasionally told you life stories to learn from. By the end of the month, you were making cucumber sandwiches like a pro, wearing a cartoon sandwich T-shirt and overalls.

December Sir trimmed the sides and back of your head, undressed you, unlocked you from chastity, and showed you to yet another set of clothing. You couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but he didn’t tell you what you were supposed to become, just smiled and walked out of the room. No kinky gear or implements anywhere, just a fleshlight in the back of the drawer, behind the boxer shorts and miscellaneous patterned shirts and jeans. Sir just kind of...left you alone, not telling you when to wake up or what any consequences of anything would be. With the horniness from the previous months of chastity and discipline built up, you started to jerk off at least three times a day. Sitting at the dinner table with Sir eating pizza, you asked him what this was all about. It felt so wrong.

“Boy, this month I’m showing you what you haven’t had for several years: a ‘normal’ lifestyle. No control, no schedule, no denial, no punishments, just...freedom. You shouldn’t forget, I can give you any transformation I desire, and this month I want you to be a regular guy. What’s light without shadow, a vessel without the internal emptiness, a crisp autumn day without the muggy summer before it?”

Almost crying at this point, you nodded. You’d taken all this kinky artifice for granted, assumed that last month was Sir’s way of letting you off easy even though you were in diapers. You had gotten so accustomed to Sir’s control that you’d let yourself get tired of living your deepest fantasies as a prep and a jock.

You stood up. “Sir,” you started, about to apologize, about to thank him, about to tell him how much you loved him, but you pushed your face into his and gave him a deep kiss, inserting your tongue, feeling his warm mouth relax in pleasure. You hugged him tight, and he hugged you tighter, and you were together, equals now. Wait, equals? That didn’t feel right.

You pulled his arms behind his back and scowled. “I love you. That’s why I’m going to do to you what you did to me. We’ll start with you as a jock.” Sir’s eyes widened. You kept your face stern, but worried he’d find some way to punish you. Suddenly, Sir sat up and straightened his shoulders. “Sir, yes Sir!” he yelled. And so, another year began, with a Sir and boy playing through various transformations, except the Sir and boy were reversed this time, and a few times, for a month at a stretch, they’d stop and live as equals, just to appreciate what they had. Appreciate each other they most certainly did.

#gay story #transformation #gay transformation #gay tf #jock #sir

[datheetjoella]

Fantober 2020, Day 22: Demon/Angel

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 22/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,612 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Filters, References to Sexual Content Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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Fresh out of the bath, Haruka walked back into the room. Makoto was sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, engrossed in his phone.

"The bath's free," Haruka said, but Makoto didn't respond. Instead, he opened his mouth slowly, not saying a word, then he chuckled under his breath. With a frown, Haruka went over to him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Haru!" Makoto said as though he hadn't even noticed he was here. He patted the mattress next to him. "Come sit. I want to show you something."

Haruka plopped down beside him and scooted over until their thighs touched. When he peered onto Makoto's screen, he frowned. The front-facing camera was open and he stared back at his own face. He didn't quite understand what was so remarkable about this. "What?"

"Now open your mouth slowly."

Another incredulous look was sent Makoto's way, but Haruka did as he was told and let his jaw slacken. Instantly, a rainbow waterfall cascaded from his mouth while his eyes grew big and his cheeks were tinged pink. The furrow between Haruka's eyebrows deepened. "What is this?"

Although they'd had their smartphones for almost half a year, Haruka still didn't understand all the functions it had. There were only a handful of things he used and the camera was one of them, but he had never seen this before.

"It's an app that puts filters over your face so you can take pictures or videos with it," Makoto explained, "You know my friend, Hayami-chan, who posts a lot of sparkly selfies on social media? She was taking some earlier when we were studying, so I asked her how she gets those effects on her pictures and she showed me this app. I've been playing with the filters while you were in the bath and some of them are pretty funny. Here, look."

Makoto swiped through the little images at the bottom and selected another filter. Dog ears and a nose adorned his and when he opened his mouth again, a tongue appeared on the screen. Haruka still thought it was a bit silly, but this one was kind of cute. Not that he would ever admit that.

"And look, it stays on your face even as you move around."

"This one suits you," Haruka said, biting his bottom lip to suppress a smile, "Nagisa was right after all."

"About what?"

"That you're like a golden retriever."

"In that case, this one is perfect for you." Makoto tapped on the search bar and typed something. When he pointed the phone back at Haruka, his whole face was replaced by a cat one that was, unlike Makoto's cartoon dog features, incredibly realistic. The stripes of fur moved along with his expression and the eyes blinked when he did.

"Now this is just terrifying," Haruka said with a snort.

"I quite like it," Makoto said with a cheeky grin. "It's cute. My two loves combined into one."

That made Haruka seriously question both Makoto's taste and his sanity. "How is this amalgamation anything but creepy? This is actual nightmare fuel."

"If you hate it that much, I'll pick out another one for you," Makoto said, "How about this one, a flower crown? Oh, or this one, a halo with angel wings. These are nice, right?"

They were better than the cat filter, but that didn't say much. While Haruka didn't see the fun in it, Makoto seemed to be enjoying himself. As long as he was happy, Haruka would gladly play along. "Do they have an Iwatobi-chan filter?"

A cheerful laugh left Makoto's lips. "I don't think so. You'd have to be the one to create it if you want one."

"Too much effort," Haruka said with a shake of his head. "What about a mermaid filter?"

"Hm, I'm not sure," Makoto mumbled as he thumbed through the options. "I would say no because most of these are aimed to use on your face, not your whole body. I'll ask Hayami-chan about it the next time I see her."

Haruka nodded, then he reached onto the screen. "What's this?" he asked; the preview picture was too small for him to make out what kind of filter it was.

"It's the devil filter," Makoto said as he pressed onto the image. As expected, two red horns popped up between his brown locks. "When Hayami-chan was showing me earlier, my friends said this one suits me."

The crease between Haruka's thin eyebrows returned at that. "How so?"

"They said I look and act so sweet that I must be hiding a secret, demonic side and that the filter is a reflection of my true nature," Makoto said in a spooky tone, but he ended it with a giggle that broke the spell.

Haruka had to summon every bit of self-restraint not to scoff at that. If there was any filter that reflected Makoto's true nature - besides the dog face - it was the angel one. "That's ridiculous. Your friends clearly don't know you as well as they think."

"What, you don't think I have a darker side to me?"

"No?" Haruka said, confused as to why Makoto sounded offended when he was defending him. "You couldn't even pretend to be evil when we were making the swim club recruitment film."

"It wasn't that I couldn't pretend to be evil, I was just nervous about acting in general," Makoto said, discarding his phone on the duvet, "Besides, Shizuru-kun thought my evil king was convincing."

"And he was the only person who thought that," Haruka said, "Makoto, you were crying this morning while watching a cat video. Does that sound like something a person with a dark side would do?"

"But it was so sad and cute!" Makoto said, "At first, it seemed like the kitten wasn't going to make it, but everyone took such good care of her that she made a full recovery. Isn't that heartwarming?"

The tears that welled up as Makoto recalled it did not support his case. "I'm pretty sure my point stands."

"I can be devilish," Makoto insisted as he crossed his arms, "Want me to show you?"

"Sure," Haruka said, curious to see what Makoto would come up with to prove himself. "Show me all you've got."

Before Haruka could as much as blink, he found himself pinned to the mattress by his wrists, arms raised over his head. His jaw plunged in surprise as Makoto hovered over him, a sly smirk wickifying his features, but he didn't want to admit defeat just yet. So he shot Makoto a challenging look back.

Makoto's expression didn't shift as he moved one hand from Haruka's wrists to his belly and, without a second of hesitation, started to tickle him. This was a low blow, but Haruka wouldn't give in that easily. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing and stared right back into Makoto's eyes.

Alas, this was a battle Haruka was doomed to lose, for Makoto knew all his most ticklish spots. After a solid minute of tensing his abs, he couldn't hold back any longer. Loud laughter erupted from his stomach and he kicked his legs.

"Stop! Makoto!" he managed to get out between fits of giggles, desperately trying to break free. "Stop!"

As nefarious as he was, Makoto quit the instant Haruka told him to. With a self-satisfied grin, he sat back. "Well, how was that?"

"This does not count," Haruka said when he caught his breath. "This is teasing at best, not devilish. People tickle each other all the time but that doesn't mean they have a dark side."

"Oh, so you want something of a higher caliber?" Makoto said, scratching his chin as if in deep thought. He leaned over Haruka again, reclaimed his hold on his wrists and lowered his face next to Haruka's left ear. In a low, husky voice he murmured, "You want to see my true, sinful nature?"

The words in combination with his hot breath fanning against his ear shell and neck sent goosebumps down Haruka's spine, spreading tingles across his body. Now this was the type of sinful he could get behind. "As sinful as can be."

Makoto didn't need to be told twice. He stroked his fingertips lightly over the inside of Haruka's bare arms, down his torso to his thighs. Then, he spread Haruka's legs and lined up their hips, his face inches removed from Haruka's.

Haruka's heart pounded faster and faster with anticipation as Makoto's hands played with the hem of his pyjama pants. Makoto's nose brushed against his, their lips only a whisper apart. All the while Makoto didn't break their eye-contact and a look that was more than familiar to Haruka shone in his hooded green irises.

Just when their lips were about to connect in a passionate kiss, Makoto was gone.

Confused, Haruka pushed himself up on his elbows and watched as Makoto leisurely strolled to the bathroom. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to shower. I'll be taking a while, so you don't have to wait up for me and can go to sleep first. Good night."

With that, he shut the door behind him.

This had to be a joke. He couldn't leave Haruka here like this. Surely whatever he had in mind before was much more fun than taking a shower.

Haruka waited for Makoto to come back, but when he heard the faint sound of dripping water, he realised what had happened.

With a loud, frustrated groan, Haruka grabbed a pillow and slapped it over his face.

Perhaps Makoto's friends knew him pretty well after all.

#i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu #makoharu fic #my fic #fantober2020 #colourful days with you

[ganjastrology]

Venus in Gemini 2020 - How Ganja Babes Do Retrogrades

venus entered gemini and will be chilling with her for a while*. the first month she’ll just be doing her regular thing, but then she’ll swing backwards or *~retrograde~* around mid may for about a month and a half and that’s gonna be “interesting” . after that she does this cute thing called a shadow period where she starts going forward again and getting back to her regular business. after about a week, the gemini chapter ends and she heads into cancer.

*(entered on 4/3/20, will retro 5/13/20, go direct 6/25/20, shadow period till 7/29/2020, leaves for cancer 8/7/2020)

heres whats happening with your sun moon and rising if you’re a hot girl who smokes weed (which I know is the majority of us 💚)

aries - she’s in your 3rd house. expect some dope convos with ur squad. smoke them out. catch up on some homework together. when she retrogrades, there’s a risk of miscommunications (even tho these aren’t always necessarily bad). watch ur deadlines. u can read old texts if u want but u know the risks going in. once she starts going direct, u can clear up any friction with people, & expect some super happy random memories to resurface.☎️

taurus - she’s in your 2nd house. good time to lean into some kitchen witch stuff, smoke and try some recipes, or a new cute fitness routine. you have online shopping energy, everything looks like it was made just 4 u. honestly it is a pleasant time to treat yourself. when she retrogrades, don’t freak out but you might low key be a lil broke. thats ok bc as long as you keep a weed stash u can stay cute and comfy. when she goes direct again, money stuff will sort itself out. focus on your physical health.🛍

gemini - she’s in your 1st house. ur gonna be feelin extra cute. everything will look good on u. it’s a good time to smoke and try some looks, have a lil 80s fashion montage and stare at ur self in the mirror for a little while. when she retrogrades, things might not feel quite as cute but rest assured it all definitely is. consider revisiting some clothes you haven’t experimented with in a while. upcycle some of them into rags or other things. when she goes direct again, you’ll be leaning into an updated, more refined aesthetic. a glow up, if you will.👩‍🎤

cancer - she’s in your 12th house. time 4 naps, baths, incense, meditation, and of course, water pieces such as your bong or bubbler. there’s general desire to enjoy ur alone time. maybe if you don’t usually get to spend time with just u and ur thoughts. an opportunity 2 do so presents itself. when she retrogrades, expect some extra happy sleepy hazey vibes. be careful that other people’s vibes aren’t influencing yours too much. as a matter of fact, *watch* the vibes of those around u. be selective abt who u share ur weed with. when she goes direct again, you will be a well rested baby. your boundaries and patience may have been stretched little but u come out the other side stronger and cuter.🎏

leo - she’s in your 11th house. your social media presence is cute af, and u can be assured that u are loved by a squad. ur future is looking bright, no matter what u choose to do with your time rn. hit your bong and let yourself dream about your long term goals. its vision board time bb. when she retrogrades, you might have some temporary setbacks to one of your longer term goals try not 2 get pessimistic abt the future. your goals might change after you get some new info. when she goes direct again, your life vision is updated, its ~cuter~, if you had any messy vibes during the retro period, you bounce back and build confidence in doing so. ur doing amazing, sweety. 🔮

virgo - she’s in your 10th house. your neighbors who see u occasionally thru the windows and at the grocery store think you are soo cute. and they are correct. your life aspirations are looking super promising, and you can build up whatever life u want for yourself. when she retrogrades, you do run the risk of feeling less cute than u actually are. someone might recognize or see you when ur not feeling quite ready to be seen, but pls rest assured that you are always probably cuter than u feel. don’t let anyone hate on your dream life building process. when she goes direct again, you might be a little more ok w being seen & letting your aspirations b known. pack yourself a nice reward bowl and take a selfie.🎀

libra - she’s in your 9th house. perfect time to become pen pals with someone imo, u know you’ve got cute handwriting. bless your school supplies w ganj smoke. stuffs starting to really “click;” whatever you’ve been studying is getting a new *~look~*. consider getting a cute new journal. when she retrogrades remember to check on your school work, and any adventure plans u may have had. u might experience some mental roadblocks which lead you to new way of seeing something. when she goes direct your perspective on your life will be different; good different. take a nice long stoned walk with a cute mask on.📬

scorpio - she’s in your 8th house. we both know it’s time for a closet purge. Get rid of whatever isn’t working anymore. clean ur sex toys. have some edibles and update your collection of nudes. when she retrogrades, u may find yourself missing ur old things but that’s ok, things change. u might start feeling hyper critical of ur nudes but remember that you are still that bitch. when she goes direct, you, friend, are on the verge of a total aesthetic rebuilding. a change from the inside begins to show itself on the outside. your confident sexy energy has returned.📀

sagittarius - she’s in your 7th house. ur collabin’ on projects with ur friends, ur doin the zoom coffee dates, ur smokin out the squad, u already know everyone loves u. when she retrogrades, an old life character returns, maybe someone who hasn’t crossed your mind in a long time. someone whose dms you slid into out of boredom might reach out to you. are these good things? idk bb follow ur heart! when she goes direct, u might b letting someone go, or sweetly reconnecting with someone, probs a little bit of both both. someone’s place in your life is getting a lil bit of a downgrade and making room for someone else’s upgrade. it’s a different vibe but u make it work.🤹‍♀️

capricorn - she’s in your 6th house. as we already know, you have been organized, meals have been prepped, groceries are shopped, you are rolling with things. if you haven’t already, now is a super cute time to start, or revisit a bullet journal for even more cute daily brain organization. sometimes i like to smoke and try out different layouts and i think u would too. when she retrogrades, any existing routines you’ve created for urself might get a little disrupted and have to change a little (this could apply to school, work, whoever you live with, anything day 2 day). rest assured that no matter what you will be able to keep things cute. when she goes direct again, you life’s order should b restoring itself, and any errands you’ve been behind on will be caught up so dont even worry. breathe&take a hit.🎸

aquarius - she’s in your 5th house. creative projects you’ve got going on are about to go swimmingly. ur lil brain is probably just bursting with dope ideas and i am proud of u. this is a very sexy time period, perfect for spending time experimenting with edibles. when she retrogrades, you might feel a little bit of insecurity regarding your creative endeavors, maybe just a lil loss of confidence for whatever reason. consider looking back thru your old stuff, old art pieces, old music you’ve made, anything you started or finished, and I bet its actually pretty dope and cool. when she goes direct again, you can expect to be finishing a project up and maybe even have a cooler one lined up who knows. some of that natural aquarian confidence will come back, much to ur loved one’s delight.🎈

pisces - she’s in your 4th house. try to reconnect with your family of choice. even just a casual text. ur inner child will feel pretty content and chill. being at home will feel extra cozy and nice. hit your bong whilst wrapped in a blanket and watch a cartoon. when she retrogrades there might be some fam drama, even if it doesn’t necessarily revolve around u. you might something find offsetting your comfort zone or challenging some of ur boundaries. remember not to let anyone mess with u bb. when she goes direct again, expect some healing within your fam unit. Some nice happy memories return will come to your mind’s forefront.🧸

hope ur high right now bb sweet dreams♊️💕🌿🌸🌺🍣♊️

#astrology #Zodiac #horoscope #Aries #taurus #Gemini #Cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #Sagittarius #Capricorn #Aquarius #Pisces #Venus #venus signs #Venus in Gemini #gemini venus #Venus transit #venus retrograde #retrograde #retrograde venus #Air signs #fire signs #earth #earth signs #water signs #Aesthetic #chill

[anotheronechicagobog]

Mouse Gerwitz x reader Letters

written by @anotheronechicagobog​

Requested by @confusedpimp​

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, implied smut

A/N: I’m asexual and terrible at writing kissing scenes, so sorry if that part sucks. I’ve been sick, had school stuff going on, and had some writer’s block, so I really hope you like it!

(Not my gif)

When you first met Mouse you were sixteen, he, Jay, and Will were all back from being away. Jay was on his first leave from the Rangers and Will was back from Uni for winter break. After spending the full day with you and Will Jay decided to hangout with Mouse. You threw a fit over that, you’d spent over a year terrified that he’d come back in a body bag and that you deserved to spend the few weeks he was there with him. So instead he invited Mouse to hang out the three of you instead. He was handsome, funny, and a Harry Potter fan so you didn’t mind at all. The three of you went down to the boardwalk and just spent time together, talking, going to the river museum which wasn’t your thing in all honesty but it was more about being together than anything else, and ended the day with deep-dish pizzas at home and a movie marathon. It was when your dad came home drunk off his ass that the mood changed. Jay and Will suddenly remembered what they left you home with, and Mouse was sitting there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. You sent an apologetic smile his way and stood up. “Hey, dad, it’s time for bed. C’mon, I’ll sing to you again.” Your brothers exchanged shocked and horrified looks as they say you leading your very drunk, very handsy father, up the stairs quickly and efficiently. You’d learned how to handle yourself when your brothers were gone.

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When you returned downstairs you heard furious voices in the kitchen. You turned to Mouse who was sitting on the couch with wide-eyes. “I’m really sorry you had to watch that Mouse. You look really uncomfortable, can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“Uh... How often does that happen?”

“Why?” Mouse looked at you with guarded eyes. You were confused, Mouse sounded concerned and he didn’t really have any reason to be. Jay was your brother, not Mouse. “What do you mean ‘why’? That shouldn’t be happening to you.”

“Mouse, I only met you this morning so I’m a little surprised at your reaction.”

“Jay’s been showing me and the others pictures of you and sharing stories since basic training, he talks about you all the time, he’s so protective of you, it’s kinda rubbed off on the rest of us.” You nodded slowly, processing his answer. “Look, I get that my brother and his overprotective ways influenced you, but I can handle myself.” Mouse didn’t look convinced.

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After Mouse left you walked into the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter. The mood was thick and tense and you dreaded the conversation that was coming. “Alright, let’s get this conversation over with.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Jay huffed angrily and threw the dishtowel into the empty but still soapy sink. Will threw the remaining cutlery in the drawer and slammed it shut. “Why are you being so calm about this?”

“I didn’t want you guys to put your lives on hold. You two basically raised me, you’ve sacrificed enough. Yes, he’s been drinking more, yes he’s gotten handsy, but I can handle myself I promise.” Jay screwed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists. “You should have told us.We’re supposed to take care of you.”

“And what could you have done Will? Jay’s been in the middle east fighting a war, and you’ve been in med school in Seattle. You’ve tried to get custody of me before and it fell through, we just have to face it, this is the situation for now. It sucks but its doable.”

“Are you kidding me?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! Y/N, we are your big brothers, it’s our responsibility to help and protect you! You need to tell us when stuff like this starts, so that we can deal with whatever shit’s going on!” You sighed and watched Jay catch his breath.

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The rest of the boys’ stay was tense. They walked you to and from school, Mouse and some others in Jay’s unit were coming over to stay with you when your brothers couldn’t (including ‘introducing’ themselves to your father), and you were never left alone with your father. You were annoyed at all that your brother was orchestrating, but you were also low-key relieved you didn’t feel the need to barricade your door at night. Two days before Jay and Mouse were scheduled to head back you were introduced to Mouse’s family. His parents were wonderful and Katie was so freaking adorable. You’d all decided to go out to dinner to an Irish restaurant. Right before the Celtic band was set to play Mouse’s mom pulled you aside. “Sweetheart, Greg told us about your dad. We just want you to know that you’re always welcome with our family and at our home. Just call and we’ll be there as soon as possible. Okay?”

“Okay, thanks.”

When you both sat back down Mouse’s eyes caught yours and he smiled sheepishly. You smiled in return, feeling grateful about your overprotective brothers

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TWO YEARS LATER

You cheered silently as you skipped down the steps of your childhood home. You had all your possessions in your backpack and a small suitcase. You were finally eighteen, legally able to walk away without being dragged back. Greg’s family invited you to stay with them until you started university in the fall. They’d been a godsend over the years, to the point where you started sending letters to Mouse as well as Jay. While your brother initially thought it was weird but stopped complaining when Katie mailed him a picture of flowers she drew. Your relationship with Mouse grew.you swapped stories, created inside jokes, and confided in one another. For the next few months, you were going to be living in his old bedroom. It looked like how he left it.

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You sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room you’d called home for the past few months. You were excited but apprehensive about starting university. Not just because of the daunting aura of university, but because of the financial aspects. You’d started applying for scholarships and bursaries before your application was even accepted. While you’d been awarded a decent amount of money, it wasn’t anywhere close to covering one semester, forget the rest of your academic career. So you’d turned to something your brothers would murder you for if they ever found out- being a stripper and a sugar baby.

In all honesty, it hadn’t been as bad as you’d expected. You’d found a website where you could... advertise yourself. You’d posted some nice photos of yourself, selfies where you’re smiling in a park and the boardwalk, and made it clear on your profile that sex was NOT on the table. It had taken you a while to find a sugar daddy, for that reason, but you’d found one and your... allowance was pretty good. You’d been contacted by a guy in his late 30’s who was gay and came from a very conservative family who expected a serious girlfriend. He wasn’t ready to come out, terrified of the backlash and possible violence he’d receive from his family, he decided to go another route. So while everyone thought you were moving into an apartment you were really moving in with your sugar daddy.

You’d have your own room, and were free to use any room in his apartment except for his ensuite bedroom and office. The same applied to him, he wasn’t allowed in your room either. He’d been nervous about the arrangement, much like yourself, and had offered to assist you in decorating your room, a kind offer you’d decided to accept to try and form a friendship with him. You’d need to be a convincing companion, after all.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“Well well well, if it isn’t the girl who put Van Gogh posters up in my room.”

“Mouse! It’s good to see you. You’re on leave with Jay, then? Also, who doesn’t like Starry Night?” You’d gone with Jay to hang out at a bar with him and some guys from his unit, Jay had gone off with a pretty blonde twenty minutes ago and hadn’t returned. Mouse smiled and took another swig of his beer. He sat down across from you, where Jay had been sitting and folded his hands together on top of the table. His arms were even more muscular than the last time you’d seen him. His shoulders were broader, he had a tan, and his eyes looked sharper. “So who’s the lucky guy? Everyone’s been writing that you’re seeing someone, and I know you, you don’t buy jewellery for yourself. Yet here you are, with a lovely necklace, dainty rings and bracelets. C’mon, spill.” Mouse looked tense, and his hands were clenched, almost like if they weren’t so tightly coiled together he’d be doing something else with them. “He’s none of your or anyone else’s business.” You smiled coyly at him and took another sip of your screwdriver. Mouse’s eyes flickered dangerously before going blank, a tense smile forcing its way onto his face. “Well alright, then. Let’s talk about something else.” You felt confused as Mouse started to ramble about the Blackhawks.

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Things seemed to be frosty between you and Mouse after your talk in the bar. Letters were still exchanged, but he wasn’t as open with you as he used to be. He stopped opening up to you, doodling goofy little cartoons in the margins, sweet words to you, monologuing about his goals and dreams (most of which involved you but you tried not to read too much into, despite how it made your heart flutter), and describing how badly he missed your famous chocolate cookies. You sighed, before placing his latest letter in the decorative box you’d gotten to keep them in. You gently placed that box next to your suitcase before returning to packing. You and George had ended your arrangement, he’d fallen in love with a wonderful man and now that things were serious, and that he felt ready to come out, you were moving out. You’d met him and surprisingly you two had developed a friendship, even with him knowing what you were to George. He’d thought it strange at first, but moved past it quickly when he considered the circumstances. And since he was a successful real estate agent, he’d volunteered himself to find you an apartment. The one you’d settled on was a steal and absolutely beautiful. Taping up the last box you were thankful that you didn’t have more belongings. The new furniture you’d purchased from IKEA was set to be delivered and put together tomorrow, deciding to leave most of your furniture with George since you weren’t overly attached to them and George had, y’know paid for them. So you were going to load your boxes and large suitcase into your car tonight and leave in the morning. Then the room you’d been living in would go back to being a guest room.

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The sound and smell of sizzling filled your apartment as you cooked up some sausages to accompany your toast and boiled egg for breakfast. They were almost done cooking when there was a knock on your door. Leaving them on the element for a moment you went and opened it. Surprised to see your brother standing there. “Jay! Will! What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to visit your new place, you know, since you actually told us the address this time.”

“Oh come on, you’re not both still on that, are you? I just didn’t want your overprotective asses descending on my life all the time!”

“Hey! Is that any way to talk to the guys who brought doughnuts?” 

“Is that any way to talk to the chick who cooked sausages that she’s willing to share with her brothers?”

“Touche.”

“So why are you guys really here? We were supposed to have shepherd’s pie and stuff tonight.”

“Well, we are here in part to celebrate because I got assigned to Chicago Med and Jay is finally back after getting medically discharged.”

“Also, I was wondering if you’d heard from Mouse.”

“What? No, I haven’t, did something happen?” You stomach dropped and ice bolted up your spine.

“He didn’t handle everything well. After he was allowed to leave the facility, no one’s heard from him. Not even his family. We were wondering if he’d contacted you.”

“No, he hasn’t contacted me. I don’t know why you thought he would, we’re not very close.” Jay narrowed his eyes at you. “Then why were you exchanging letters with him while we were overseas? You don’t do that with someone you don’t care about.”

“He was out there with you Jay. It felt good to talk to someone I know had your back, he was willing to tell me things about you and that was going on that you wouldn’t. We formed a friendship for a while,” Jay and Will let out a snort, you raised your eyebrow, “but things got cold a while ago. He stopped telling me stuff about himself, the genuine things we corrisponded about.” You sighed. “Why are you acting like I’m super close to him?”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t know.” You shrugged and shook your head, feeling completely confused. “Mouse fell in love with you.” He and Will jumped when they heard glass shatter. You’d dropped your mug when you heard the shocking news. You could feel your jaw hanging open and your heart pounding in your ears. 

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

You were cursing under your breath, your first date since high school stood you up in a pretty bad part of town, huddling closer to yourself, trying to remain unseen. Your plan had failed though, as a hooded man had been following you for the past thee blocks, even circled one behind you. You were officially scared. You were thinking of a plan to attack him that didn’t result in you get raped and/or murdered when you ran into someone. “Sorry, I have to go-”

“Y/N?”

“Mouse? What are you doing here?”

“The question is what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’d like to catch up with you but there’s a guy following me-”

“Blackhawks hoodie covering his face? I see him. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and started to direct you down the street. “Let’s get you home.”

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Mouse was sitting at your kitchen island with a coffee and grilled cheese in front of him. His face looked shallow, he had bags around his eyes, he looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal in ages and he couldn’t stop fidgeting. You didn’t need to look at his arms to know that there would be track marks. “Jay’s been worried about you. So have I. You dropped off the radar.”

“It’s my life not his.”

“I know.”

“So... You moved.”

“Yes.”

“You and your boyfriend broke up?”

“Yeah, we did, he wasn’t really my boyfriend, though, that’s a story for another time. How have you been, Mouse, really?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Whatever you say. What have you been doing?”

“Please don’t pull that with me Y/N. I know you can tell that I’ve been doing drugs.”

“I know we’re not as close as we used to be, but I’m here for you, okay? I miss you and what we had. Let me help you. I’ll even leave Jay out of it if you want, I know he can be kind of over bearing.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Mouse was curled up on your couch with you stroking his hair. Therapy had taken a lot out of him and he just wanted to be held. You obliged, letting him rest his head on your lap and running your fingers through his hair. He wasn’t moving or making any noise, and he was cold to the touch. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was on death’s door and called for help. After escorting you home from the disaster of a stand up, you’d gotten close again. Mouse went to rehab for six months and while he wasn’t using anymore it was clear he was still struggling so you’d suggested therapy with the VA. He’d been hesitant, and you hadn’t wanted to push, but he realized you were just trying to help him the best way you knew how. This included letting him live with you and not telling Jay you knew where he was. Mouse hadn’t wanted to ask that of you but he felt much more comfortable with as little pressure on him as possible. You sat like that for hours. Surrounded by silence, the only movement in the room was your hand going in soothing rounded movements along his scalp. You stopped when Mouse started to sit up. “I’m feeling like Thai food tonight, how about you?”

“That sounds like heaven, Y/N. I’m going to take a quick shower.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead and padded down the hall to the bathroom. You placed your usual order and then took a moment to dwell on your current living situation. Mouse meant a lot to you, but he also meant a lot to  Jay, and not telling Jay he wasstaying here could seriously damage your relationship. And your relationship with Mouse was shifting too. Your apartment was only one bedroom, so while Mouse had started with sleeping on the pull-out couch, it hadn’t stayed that way. He’d found you comforting and since his nightmares often woke you up and prompted you to stay with him anyway, you’d started going to bed together. You’d made space for his things in your dresser and closet. All that with the subtle intimate gestures it made you feel like you were dating, and it had dragged all of your buried feelings back into the spotlight. It killed you to be so close, to be tangled in one another, to have your faces so close, and not being able to express how much you loved him. Crushing on your older brother’s brother in arms was one thing, but what the two of you were doing now was something else. Your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. You were sitting the food on the island when Mouse stepped out of the bathroom in jeans and... nothing else. His lean chest and arms were exposed, they reminded you of the warmth you felt when he used those arms to pull you close and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. You swallowed thickly and forced yourself to turn away. “Are you okay, Y/N? You’re looking a bit flushed.”

“Yeah, the food’s hot, that’s all.”

“Alright, if you’re sure.”

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The monotone sound of your alarm blared into your ear, reminding you that you had class. You moved to get out of bed but were held in place by Mouse’s -deceptively- strong arms. “It’s early. Stay.”

“I can’t, today’s my last class before my thesis is due.”

“No.”

“Greg.”

“Oh, it’s ‘Greg’ now is it? When will you be back?”

“Twelve-thirty.”

“Let’s meet somewhere for lunch.”

“Diner?”

“Diner.”

“Alright, now that that’s settled, let me go.”

“Fine. But I want it made very clear that I would rather be holding you against me.”

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Class dragged on and you were glad when it ended. Your thesis was already complete, all you had to do was meet with your supervisor to go over it.  You stretched your neck to try and remove some of the tension as you stood on the bus that was heading in the direction of your and Mouse’s favourite diner. A small family-owned place that was run by a single mom and her two kids, one of whom was a firefighter at firehouse 51. You got off at your stop and entered the diner, you spotted Mouse almost immediately. He was facing the door and smiled, gesturing to the two cups of coffee on the table. The sight made all the remaining tension evaporate.

Lunch with Mouse always relieved some stress, talking to him, being with him, made everything better. Always. Your burgers were served promptly and with a twinkling smile from Peter. The exchange was not missed by Mouse who muttered under his breath, as he did every time Peter was your server. “Mouse, why do you always do that?”

“What? Get annoyed when he flirts with you while I’m sitting right here?”

“We’re not dating Mouse, why does it matter if he flirts with me?” He tensed and swept his tongue over his lower lip. Taking a deep breath he sat up straighter in his seat and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t like it because I do want to date you, and I know that wanting to date you isn’t the same as actually dating you, but he knows how I feel about you. His mom pulled it out of me when I was doing a freelance job on my laptop here a couple of weeks ago and not only was he standing right beside her, but he told me that he thought we’d make a cute couple.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah... I get it if you don’t feel about me like that, I mean I’m a train wreck-”

“Mouse.”

“Jay would kill me-”

“Mouse.”

“I’m not good enough for you-”

“Mouse!”

“Y/N, please stop interrupting me. I just, I get that you don’t love me back and that’s okay and completely understandable.”

“Mouse I love you.” He gazed at you softly, reached his hand had closed around yours gently. “Do you mean it?” His voice was deep and soulful. “Yes. Mouse, I love you.”

“Thank God.” He leaned across the table and enclosed his lips around yours. His hands were delicately cradling your face, your heart swelled. All you could do was wrap your arms around your neck and smile into his lips. When you parted neither you nor Mouse could stop beaming.

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ONE YEAR LATER

Three months after your first kiss with Mouse he decided to get back in contact with Jay. Your brother had responded by tackling him in a bear hug, getting him a job at intelligence as the tech guy, and waving off your apology citing that you brought out the best in Mouse. While you and Mouse were still going strong and continued to love each other with everything you have, neither of your brothers knew. The only people who knew were Sarah Reese, your best friend, Trudy Platt, because she’s a genius, and Voight, because that man knows everything. They all encouraged you to tell your siblings, and you wanted to, you really did, but Mouse didn’t want to. He said he just wanted to enjoy your little bubble a while longer, but in truth, you knew he felt guilty about dating his best friend’s baby sister.

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ONE YEAR LATER

You and Mouse still hadn’t told your brothers, while more members of med, PD and firehouse 51 knew, they were all sworn to secrecy. You wanted to tell your brothers. You wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend when you visited the precinct at lunch, to hold hands without Mouse looking over your shoulders. It was starting to wear on you honestly, but you still loved him. And you understood that the time really just hadn’t been right recently. You both had agreed to tell them, but then catastrophe after catastrophe prevented you from doing so.

Sarah was frog-marching you to the ED because you’d been throwing up violently almost non-stop for days and was furious when she found out you hadn’t told Mouse you were sick just because he had a case. “Sarah-”

“No. You’re sick. Something’s wrong, and if you don’t get checked out I’ll tell Will and then he’ll drag you down here.”

“I was going to say you’re right this definitely isn’t a little stomach bug, that I’m grateful for you as a friend, and that your goddamn claws are digging into my shoulder, but okay.” Her hand fell from your shoulder, you rubbed it tenderly as the pain flared. “Sorry, I’m just getting really worried.”

“I know, I am too. Because I realized upstairs before you made the decision to manhandle me down here, that I haven’t gotten my period in two months.”

“Fuck.”

“Yup, that’s how I ended up here.” She rolled her eyes and hooked her elbow in yours. “I call godmother.”

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“Hi Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nat, I think I’m pregnant.”

“Well okay, then. We’ll do an ultrasound while we wait for your blood test results.” You lifted up your shirt and tried to control your nervous breathing. “This might be a little cold, okay.” She pressed the gel-covered wand on your abdomen. She smiled and turned to you. “Congratulations, you’re seven weeks pregnant.” You let out a sigh and looked at the monitor your brother’s wife had turned towards you. Your heart felt so full, remembering Mouse’s numerous comments about what he thought your children would look like. The moment of peace and joy was disturbed when Will, in his regular clothes, pushed the curtain aside. “Hey, Nat I need- Y/N? Why are you here? And- oh god. You’re pregnant, you’re- how are you pregnant? Y/N?” Will was in full freak out mode and he wasn’t paying any heed to Nat who was doing her best to calm him down. Sarah accidentally chose that moment to distractedly walk into the room. “Y/N I found the cutest way to tell Mouse you’re pregnant on pinterest-”

“Mouse?! Mouse knocked you up?! Does Jay know? Forget it, I’m going to kill him.” He stormed out of the room and ED, presumably to confront your boyfriend at PD.

“Shit, I didn’t think he’d be here, I’m sorry Y/N.”

“It’s okay, I have to get to the precinct before Will does.”

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After pleading with your boss to let you go early, citing a family emergency, you rushed to the precinct and to Trudy’s desk. “Will’s upstairs isn’t he?”

“Got here a minute before you did, what’s wrong?”

“He found out about me and-”

“Say no more. Head on up.”

You took the stairs two at a time and ran into the bullpen to a full-on screaming match between Will, Jay, and Mouse. “Back the fuck up Will! Jay doesn’t get to make this decision for me and neither do you!”

“NO WAY GREG! NO WAY IN FUCKING HELL!”

“Will, calm down, he’s my best friend and I don’t want him to reenlist either but there’s no need to yell like that.”

“YES THERE FUCKING IS! GREG GERWITZ YOU ARE NOT RUNNING OFF TO THE RANGERS AFTER KNOCKING UP Y/N!”

“What?! Mouse, you did what?! YOU HAD SEX WITH MY BABY SISTER?!”

“DOES SHE EVEN KNOW YOU’RE GOING BACK TO THE RANGERS OR WERE YOU PLANNING ON TELLING HER BEFORE ASKING FOR A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT?!”

“HOW DARE YOU HAVE SEX WITH Y/N-”

“You’re reenlisting with the rangers?” Your voice was so quiet you weren’t sure how the three arguing men heard you but they did, as well as the rest of intelligence who were huddled in the break room. You were shaking and your vision was blurring from tears. You’d spent years worrying about him, as well as Jay. You didn’t think you could handle that, especially not now. You felt light-headed and like you needed to lie down. “No, I’m not.” Mouse crossed the room to you quickly, guiding you into Antonio’s chair and holding your face in his loving hands. With the pads of his thumbs, he wiped away your tears. “No, I’m not reenlisting. I got the offer from my old SO, I briefly considered it before chucking that idea out the window because I don’t want to leave you, Y/N. The only reason I haven’t outright told Jay, and consequently the rest of intelligence, is because they were trying to control my decision. I was never going to go, I won’t leave you, especially not now. How are you feeling sweetheart? Do you need something to eat or drink?” Still shaken up, you could only sniffle out, “I don’t know,” before bursting into tears. You felt him bend down more and wrap himself around you. He ran his hands comfortingly up and down your back while murmuring words of reassurance to you. “I’m right here.” “I don’t ever want to leave you.” “I love you so damn much sweetheart.” “I want to spend the rest of our lives together.” “I love you.” You finally lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, and looked into the gentle eyes you love so much. “I’m pregnant.” He smirked playfully. “I heard.” Laughter escaped your lips before you could realize his joke wasn’t all that funny. He pressed his forehead to yours. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah, we are.” Mouse captured your lips in a loving, searing kiss that was interrupted by someone, or someone’s, ‘aheming’ right next to you. Still tangled with Mouse you turned to your brothers, “how do you guys feel about being uncles?”

“We feel great but,” Will looked at Jay who finished the thought you knew they were both dying to ask, “are you going to explain any of this to us?”

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Armitage Hux rested his forehead against the cool glass of the passenger side window. His parents had stopped talking hours ago, his mother was asleep in the front seat and his father was driving with white-knuckled fingers crimped around the steering wheel. Hux shared the backseat with luggage that wouldn’t fit in the trunk of their rental sedan. His knees pressed against the back of the driver’s seat and he longed for chance to stretch out his legs. His eyes blinked open and shut as he looked out the window at the endless procession of trees.

Traffic slowed down and his father spat out a string of curses at the other drivers’ abilities to keep stopping distance on the rain slick road. The air smelled damp, even through the filter of the air conditioning. A small town appeared and a sign declared it Bayport. Perhaps the settlers had never heard of redundancy, Hux thought. A smiling whale spouted a flourish of water on the sign. Hux gritted his teeth and put in his headphones.

Tourists crossed the highway, oblivious to oncoming traffic and the increasing frequency of his father’s cursing. A bead shop. Souvenirs. Weed shop. Rinse and repeat. Hux caught a glimpse of some amazing biceps in front of a coffee shop and he wrenched his neck to see if the potential face matched the muscles, but his father turned a corner and Hux lost his sight line. He huffed out a sigh. Probably just a tourist, maybe one of those bikers that cruised up and down the Oregon coast. Doing what? Whale-watching?

They pulled into a driveway that was marked with a jaunty lighthouse, Driftwood Cove. They named the rental house. Of course they did. His father stopped the car, turned off the ignition and announced. “This is our home for the next month. Let’s try to not kill each other.”

“No promises.” Hux said and his mother shot him a warning look. “Fine. You work on your book, you work on your paintings and I’ll work on growing a thick coat of mildew.”

“Now darling, it’s not that bad. The ocean air is marvelous for my health and I only have so much time with you before you go off to college and leave me behind.”

Forty two days, six hours and twelve minutes, Hux thought as he got out of the car. He sighed again and nodded because that was what you did when your sick mother guilt tripped you. This wasn’t his idea of a beach holiday. The sky was painted in shades of blue and gray, the whole landscape looked angry and battered into submission by the relentless coastal wind. Then he turned to the ocean. There was a haze covering the entire Pacific Ocean, as far as he could squint. “Twelve hours in the car and I can’t even see the fucking water.”

Hux claimed the room at the very top of the rental, it had a window overlooking the ocean and a stupid sign. “The Crow’s Nest.” He dragged his luggage up the stairs. The whole room smelled musty and forgotten. He sat down on the edge of the queen bed and flopped backwards, staring at the rafters. There was no need for a bed this big in such a small space— Hux scrunched his face up in disgust. Do not think about how many people have had sex in your bed, just don’t. That way lies madness, Hux thought. I am not going to look under the mattress pad.

“Boy!” His father hollered up the stairs, “Come help your mother with her junk!” Hux blew out the breath he was holding and descended the stairs.

It started to rain.

It continued to rain for three days. Drops splattered on the window panes and wind shrieked through the eaves. Hux made a bet with himself about how soon the roof would fly off. It was even money. He curled up on the bed, surrounded by fifteen decorative pillows that some poor soul had embroidered with seagulls and a two year old copy of People magazine. He’d read it cover to cover three times. Cellular service was complete shit and WiFi was apparently an alien concept in rustic vacation rentals. His father’s laptop had not survived the road trip and Hux’s had been commandeered, so no jerking off to his carefully curated archived amateur Alpha porn. The television downstairs had a dial to change the channels. All three channels.

“I’m going to start talking to myself. I am. I’m going to start talking to myself and go find a great white whale to have a battle to the death with. Honestly, it’s inevitable.” He could go talk to his parents. See what they were doing— Hux shook his head. Mother was sleeping, exhausted from her medication and Father was writing. He could write for days at a time, eating what was brought to him and pissing in a milk jug by his desk. He had a bestselling series, it was Regency romance of all things and the royalties were sending Hux to a very good school.

“Yet another thing for me to grateful for.” Hux told a decorative seahorse on the wall. “I have to get out of here. I have to.” He grabbed his coat and one of the guest umbrellas from the hallway. “I’m going out!” He called to his father who grunted in response and waved him off.

Hux made his way down the driveway towards the town center. He paused in front of the map of the town, drawn in a cartoon fashion that made the library and the police station look like equally jaunty places to visit. His sneakers squelched with wetness as he made his way to the coffee shop. It seemed like ages ago that he’d caught a glimpse of those glorious biceps. Everyone was wearing shapeless polar fleece and practical galoshes that he coveted with an practical intensity he’d never truly felt before.

He ordered a hot milky tea, something to chase the cold away from his bones and wrapped his fingers around it. “It's June,” he reminded himself and the counter girl smiled at him and then at his Omega Pride lapel pin. “It really is June, isn’t it?”

“It usually clears up by now. It’s not so bad. Just remember to take your vitamin D pills until the sun comes out again.” She pulled another shot of espresso after that bit of unsolicited advice. Hux pushed his sopping wet shock of red hair out of his face. He was not a natural sun worshipper, but the next time he saw the sun even he might offer up a few prayers of gratitude.

Hux wandered over to the small shelf of used books that lined the back wall. A hand lettered sign read, “Lending Library”.  Out of habit, he looked for his father’s name on the spines of the books. Only one volume this time. The fourth. Savage Unbroken Hearts. Hux couldn’t read his father’s writing, it was far too intimate an act. It was worse than the time his father had walked in on Hux taking a selfie, wearing glitter and a rainbow thong. Hux cringed at the memory and selected a paperback space opera that boasted about galactic conquest. He sat down at a table and thumbed through the yellowed pulpy pages. The previous owner had scrawled his name in childish block letters on the interior cover. Ben.

The counter girl gave him a plastic bag for the book and Hux stepped out into the rain. It wasn’t going to defeat him. “You hear me?” Hux muttered to the weather as he made his way down the boardwalk. He rolled his eyes at the tiny salon and a candy store that was only open on the weekend. He paused in front of a photograph studio that specialized in pirate portraits. Skywalker Studios. Tourists grinned in tawdry costumes and posed in front of pirate flags. Rain dripped from the tip of Hux’s nose and he snorted in disdain. There was a 90% chance that his mother would drag them all in here for a souvenir portrait.

The beach access stairwell was just beyond the photography studio and Hux gripped the guardrail as he wrestled with both the slippery seagull shit smeared steps and the wind that threatened to steal his umbrella. The ocean was surging, the tide rolling in. Hux stared out at the dark, seething waters and felt begrudging respect for the power and intensity of the storm. Also for the warning signs posted all over the beach. Rolling logs that could kill you. Rip tides. Sneaker waves. Tsunamis. This was not the ocean that was in the brochures. Icy spray hit him in the face and he blinked saltwater from his lashes.

There was a man strolling along the pebbled beach. Long dark hair whipped around his head. What kind of Alpha bullshit was this? It was a stereotype of course, but the only person who would have the sheer ballsy stupid confidence to be walking on that beach would be an Alpha. A shameful thrill trilled up the back of Hux’s neck and he tasted the salt on his own lips.

The man reached the stairwell and as he ascended, Hux hid behind his Driftwood Cove umbrella. The man paid him no mind as he passed, Hux peeked out from beneath the umbrella shade. He swallowed hard as he caught the hint of a defined, youthful jawline, speckled with interesting moles that reminded Hux of constellations. The man unlocked the door to Skywalker Studios, stepped inside and flipped on the OPEN neon sign.

Oh god dammit. He wasn’t going to follow that weirdo guy, no matter how broad his shoulders were, no matter how bored Hux was, no matter— he stood on the steps of the photography studio and pushed open the door.

A bell jingled announcing Hux’s presence as he folded up his umbrella in the entry way. “Just a moment!” A deep voice called out from behind a curtain. “Be right out!’

Hux looked at the puddle of rain water accumulating around his feet and he flushed with embarrassment. He glanced to the side at a mirror for the tourists to check their costumes. His hair was plastered to his head, water dripped from his ears. No, no, no this was a mistake—

The broad-shouldered stranger walked out in a muscle baring tank top, drying his hair with a towel. The lack of fabric made one thing painfully clear to Hux’s libido. This was the owner of the Glorious Biceps. He wrapped the towel around his hair in a makeshift turban and looked at Hux. For a long moment, the Alpha’s plush pink mouth fell open as he took in the bedraggled, soaked ginger making a mess of his shop floor. If the Earth could open up and swallow me whole right now, that would be just dandy, Hux thought. He turned to leave.

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The sun was blocked by something, a person was hovering above Eren. By the dexterous fingers that were playing with his hair and by the reflections of the piercings in the person’s ears, it was rather easy to guess who it was. Then again, if Eren woke up with someone else but Mikasa in his bed, it would be quite a cause for concern.

“Hey there, model boy, slept well?”

Groggy as hell, yet Eren managed to create a crooked smile.

“Sleep was fine, but the morning is glorious anytime I get a look at your face.”

“Aw, that’s so nice.”, Mikasa heard this almost every day, yet it never failed to make those butterflies in her stomach flutter.

“I very much prefer it to waking up alone in the bed with you abusing the dance pole downstairs.”, he continued.

“Feeling neglected puppy?”, she asked, arching an eyebrow at his smirk.

Reaching out, he sneaked his arms around her waist, the grogginess retreating in favor of warmth blossoming inside his chest. He was so incredibly privileged to be waking up to this angel every morning, her sleep-tussled short midnight hair, those rosy lips curved into a smile,  the flawless pale skin reflecting the morning sun so beautifully, her soft curves hugged only by that tiny old sleeping shirt, shrunk just enough for Eren to catch a glimpse of her toned abdominals. The winking cartoon cat drawn on that shirt had to know, why else would it look so smug. His goth princess was just so perfect that it hurt sometimes. Meeting her pretty grey eyes, gently slanted thanks to her Japanese genes, he let the absolute bliss he was feeling show on his face in the form of a full smile.

“Let’s say I’d like if you rubbed on me first thing in the morning, not that cold, uncaring, steel thing.”

She returned his grin.

“Now that is a tempting offer if I ever heard one, alas, as much as I would like to take you up on the offer, I have to be at work early.”, throwing an important sight at the clock, she looked back at him, “And so should you.”

Slipping out of his hands, unholdable if she didn’t want to be, Mikasa headed to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day. While he already yearned for the feeling of her silky skin, so unjustly robbed of it, this situation gave him a perfect view. Her long, divinely shaped strong legs widening into the thick thighs and the firm flawless ass that was almost fully on display since her panties had wedged between her butt cheeks during the night. Understandably overpowered by his male genes, Eren took full advantage of the situation. Call him a pervert, but there was just something alluring about her backside that drew his eyes to it. When the object of his fascination disappeared behind the door, Eren let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, falling back into the sheets. What an ass. But he couldn’t just lie here and think about her, Mikasa was right when she said that it was high time to get out of the bed. The hospital was waiting, and last time Eren checked, people couldn’t perform surgeries on themselves. Rolling out, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, of that blissful expression on his face. Mikasa just had that effect on him, time with her felt like a drug he was hopelessly addicted to. Well, maybe he could get another dose while having breakfast.

“Did you send the photos?”, Eren asked once they were sitting at the table with Mikasa stuffing her face with eggs.

Mouth full, she just nodded at him.

“And do you know when they will be published?”

She said something, but he couldn’t understand her over the food, so taking a sip of his coffee, Eren waited for his angel to properly chew and swallow. Mikasa was so charming sometimes.

“No idea, but it shouldn’t take long, all they do is slap them together with your name and that’s it.”, she drank some juice to wash the eggs down before continuing, “The readers of the magazine are the ones who vote on who they find the hottest, that’s how the winner is determined.”

“I see.”

Tapping his plate with a knife, Eren still wasn’t sure how to feel about this situation. He never wanted to be a model, his goal was always to become a doctor, yet he suddenly was turned into one. Looking over the table at his lovely fiancé finishing her food, he guessed that her case was kind of the same. Mikasa was an MMA fighter, and athlete ever since she first picked up the weights, it was Kiyomi who scouted her and tracked her down, convinced her to come work into the agency, if only as a secondary job. There was no way the raven would give up fighting and Kiyomi knew that. Eren still remembered how unsure Mikasa was about that whole modeling thing at first, doubtful that she would fit into that world, but she made it work and the results were amazing. But hell, maybe he was just overthinking it, there is always a chance that he won’t win, and nothing will come of this little contest.  Oh well, not much to do than wait.

Finished with her breakfast, Mikasa checked her phone for the time and stood up, ready to leave. Bending down only to press a quick kiss to his lips while murmuring goodbye, she pulled on her leather jacket, grabbing the helmet and bike keys from the rack and heading for the garage. Soon after, Eren heard the telltale sound of the powerful engine revving up and she was gone. Following in her footsteps, Eren got into his car, heading towards the hospital. Mikasa liked fast things, as her bike was living proof of, but his machine would give her a run for its money. The purr of the engine underneath the hood, sleek low profile, it was a luxurious sports car that Eren was driving, one of the things he allowed himself to spend a large amount of money on. He had to agree with his biker girlfriend that there were only a few things in life that felt like speeding it up on a highway. And it was amazing even for other things. Eren could still remember all those fun times he and Mikasa spent on the back seat, the front seat, on the hood of the car. The trunk too, but that was not as comfortable as that big ass hood, where he could lay her down all spread and wanting, her moans drowned in the purr of the engine as the vibrations ran through her whole body… His lips curved up thanks to those memories and his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. Good times that. Maybe he could ask Mikasa if she would up for a trip into romantic nature again, most importantly with no people around. Or maybe some people, Mikasa did enjoy a healthy bit of exhibitionism, now that he thought about it.

Pulling into his dedicated spot in the parking lot, Eren left the comfy interior of his car for the short walk towards the hospital door, his mind already switching into the doctor mode. Once he changed into his white coat, his mind was void of any fast cars or supermodel goth girlfriends, the only thing that mattered was who his patient is and how he could help them. As he walked into the break room, where the surgeons usually waited until they were needed, Eren saw Onya sitting at the table, going through his files. Exchanging a quick greeting with his friend, he headed for the coffee machine, only to be interrupted by someone tall and freckled. A friend he surely liked, but there was now that secret between the two of them, the promise that Eren wasn’t looking forward to fulfilling.

“Ymir.”, he addressed his friend, just a tiny bit nervous about all this. She was great and all but asking Ymir to keep a secret felt like banging a hammer into a bell and hoping that no one will notice. Outgoing as she was, he had a hard time believing that his lifestyle is safe with her.

“How can I help you?”

“Oh, you know, me and Krista were wondering if you had that discussion with your boyfriend.”

That made him arch an eyebrow.

“My boyfriend?”

“That strong, tattooed, Japanese fighter, who rides a bike and does all these masculine things… The one you love cooking for so much… Now, what is his name… Was it Mike? No… But I’m close…”, snapping her fingers, Ymir faked a thoughtful expression before brightening up, “I got it! Mikasa!”

The need to sigh was there, but Eren kept it in. Stay strong. Stay strong for the motherland.

“I did talk to her, and my lovely and very female fiancé says that she doesn’t mind.”

“That’s swell! So when can we expect you?”, from her expression, Eren would guess that Ymir just won a small lottery, “I have so many questions, I can’t wait to hear your stories and…”

“Soon.”, he cut her rambling off, “Soon, but not today.”

“You better not keep us waiting, friend, because when I keep something in my mind for too long…”, she smiled, a downright devilish grin, “My tongue might just slip…”

Murmuring a half-assed answer, Eren grabbed his coffee and walked over to where Onya was sitting, joining the other surgeon at the table. During his discussion with Ymir, he finished whatever files he was going through and was now scrolling through the phone. When Eren approached, he looked up with a pearly smile, that kind only Onya could pull off.

“Eren! I’m so glad you are here.”, waiting for his friend to sit, he scooted closer after, holding up the machine in his hand.

“I need your help.”, he whispered in a secretive tone.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I’ve got two photos of myself here, and I need you to tell me in which I look better.”

Turning the screen for Eren to see, he showed him the first, a classic selfie into the mirror, and then the second, a sensual photo of Onya lying on the table, smirking into the camera. Oh, and he was stripped down to his boxers in both.

“Uhm, are you sure that I’m the right person to ask about this?”, Eren asked, “I’m sure that girls would help you rate this better. Or some guys.”

“No no, I need a male perspective.”, Onya disagreed, “You see there is this contest going on in a magazine, and all the readers will vote, meaning that…”

“Wait a second, you are entering that contest too?”

Onya’s eyebrows rode up.

“Oooh, are you taking part, my friend?”

“Mikasa made me…”

“That makes sense, your goth goddess is a very smart one. Maybe it’s those Asian genes.”

So Onya thought that Mikasa was the brains, Ymir thought that she was the brawns, what was Eren left with? The beauty? Recalling this morning and remembering that radiant smile on her flawless face that put even the sun to shame, he had to shake his head. No, that did not work either. Oh well, that’s what you get when you date a woman like Mikasa. One of a kind. Shaking his head, Eren focused back on the photos Onya was presenting him with. It did not matter that he was theoretically helping the competition, Onya was Eren’s friend, and he would do his best to help him succeed.

“I think that photo of you on the table is good, a bit more original than just the selfie.”

“Thank you, I thought so too.”, pocketing his phone, Onya collected the files and stood up, needing to be elsewhere, “Let the sexiest surgeon win, right?”

“Right. I’ll see you around man.”

Work was exactly as stimulating as always, clearing Eren’s mind of everything but the patients. They came and went and he did everything in his power to help. Just as he came back from surgery, checking his pager on where he was needed next, a person dressed in scrubs burst into the break room.

“Hey, you!”, it shouted.

Looking left and right, Eren saw that he was the only person here, meaning that he had to be the one. Out of courtesy, he still asked.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”, coming closer, the person pulled down his surgical mask, “I need help.”

It was another doctor, but Eren did not know him very closely. From what he remembered, he worked at the maternity ward, and while Eren sometimes did surgeries on mothers it was not the main part of his work. But if there was someone in a need of aid, it is not like the heart would allow him to say no.

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I have a woman going to labor, and the nurse who was supposed to help me is nowhere to be found.”

“But…”

“No time to explain,”, continued the man, “I can’t search the whole hospital, come on!”

With that, he was out of the door before Eren even managed to answer, not even looking if he was following. There were supposed to be back-up nurses, people who were there for exactly this situation, but that did not matter at this moment. There was a person who needed help. Rushing through the hospital they reached the maternity ward and the exact room they were looking for, slipping inside. Judging from the cries of the woman, she was in pain, writhing around on the bed. The man beside her holding her hand, most likely the father, was pale above the mask, eyes wide.

“Just do what I tell you.”, the doctor instructed Eren as they were quickly washing their hands and pulling gloves on, “If everything goes well I won’t even need you, but there are always possibilities of complications.”

“I’m a surgeon myself, I know a thing or two about complications.”

They exchanged a firm nod.

“Good.”

There was a lot of blood. There was a lot of screaming. There were a lot of tears. While both Eren and the other doctor had no problems with blood and other bodily fluids, the father looked like he was about to throw up on several occasions. But the labor went on without a hitch, and when the doctor pulled the baby out of her Eren felt his breathing stop. As per instructions, he held out the blanket and was handed the child, wrapping the tiny boy up. There he was, a tiny bundle of life in his hands, looking at him with bright blue eyes, his face just a little bit angry. That was understandable, considering that the baby was just ripped from the comfort of the mother’s womb and into a stranger’s embrace. But the fact that the child was here, Eren still couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t stupid, of course he knew how this whole thing works, but this event just struck differently. It reached down into some parts of him that he thought only Mikasa can touch, those that left him feeling as if he was high on life. Staring at the baby, Eren was pulled out of his trance by the father who cleared his throat.

“Can I…?”, he asked, reaching out.

“Of course, here.”, giving the bundle away, Eren hated how it empty it made him feel, but there was no other way. This was not his son, he shouldn’t even be here.

“Congratulations,”, he forced himself to say, glad that the surgical mask was hiding the expression on his face, “You have a healthy boy.”

And that was it.

Back in the break room, Eren stared at his hands, unable to break out of this mood. He held life in them, just a few minutes past, a child, and it made him feel all giddy inside. But why was that? Why was he feeling like this? In his life, Eren had control over himself, he knew what to do and how to feel, could control his emotions, but not now. And there was only one person who could help him decipher this. Reaching into his pocket, Eren pulled out his phone, dialing a familiar number.

It rang once, twice, and then someone picked up on the other end.

“Hey mom, can we talk?”

Carla opened the door on the first knock, immediately enveloping her son in a hug. Pulling back, she looked over his shoulder to see the car, her brows pulling together.

“Is that a new one? Looks dangerous.”, she sighed, “I just hope that you are driving safe.”

“Mom, Mikasa is riding a bike, shouldn’t you be worried about her?”

“But Mikasa is always so careful, and you…”, she poked him in the chest, “You do have that bad boy energy around you.”

Unsure how to even reply to that, Eren was saved from needing to answer when Carla stepped aside, ushering him inside the house. There was sweet smell everywhere and judging from the supplies it was easy to guess what Carla was doing.

“Baking?”, Eren asked as he sat down, getting a nod in reply.

“Cookies.”, she specified, handing him a plate.

When Eren took a bite, he wasn’t surprised to find how amazing they tasted. Most of the things he knew about cooking came from Carla, and from everyone’s opinions, he was pretty good in the kitchen. Sitting down herself, Carla joined him at the table, watching him wolf down the rest of the plate with a smile. It was good to see that her boy had an appetite, he was so tall and broad-shouldered, there was a lot of energy needed to fuel his body.

“So,”, she began, once the plate was empty, “How have you been doing lately?”

“Same old, you know how it is.”

“Not as much now, no,” she sighed, “It’s been some time since you came to visit…”

Eren’s expression twisted a bit.

“I..”

“Oh no, I don’t mean it like that.”, she waved her hand, “I know that you are busy with important work and I don’t blame you. But you didn’t come here to listen to me ramble, did you?”

“No…”, Eren took a deep breath.

And told her everything. Carla listened intently covering her mouth with her hand when Eren described his feelings to the best of his ability. And when he finished, she looked at him with eyes that had a hint of tears in them.

“Mom, why did I feel like that? I just…”, he stared at his hands, “When I held the baby, I didn’t want to give him away, get it?”

He laughed, mirthlessly.

“I didn’t want to give a newborn baby to its father, what kind of a doctor am I?”

“It’s not about you being a bad doctor.”

“Then why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You just want your own.”

“W-What? But…”, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

“You are still young,…”, Carla pointed out, seeing the confusion in his face.

“On the other hand, I’m not getting any younger.”, Eren chimed in.

“…but I guess your parental instincts have started to kick in.”, she continued, undisturbed, “Am I wrong?”

Closing his eyes, Eren could almost imagine if that bundle in his hands had those emerald greens that he had, could almost see the slanted shape of its eyes coming from Mikasa. There was no denying it now, his mother was right. As usual.

“Eren, If you want to start a family this much, I believe there is a certain other lady you should be talking to, not your old mother.”

The flicker of doubt on his face alerted her.

“You did talk about it with her at least once, no?”

“Well, I…”

“Honey, you’ve been dating for over five years, you’ve been engaged for over two, and you want to tell me that you didn’t talk about starting a family?”

“No.. not really. It’s just so comfortable as it is now, you know, being engaged and stuff.”, Eren rubbed his forehead, “We got so used to it, moving on is just too much of a bother.”

“That is not very responsible Eren.”, he could hear the disagreement from Carla’s voice, “Don’t you want to spend the rest of your life with her?”

“Of course I do! I love her, I love her so much, but…”

“But what?”

Well, if Carla wanted to hear it, Eren would share.

“The reason why I even asked her to marry me, the reason we got engaged, it was because when I looked at Mikasa I couldn’t just think of her as my girlfriend, it didn’t feel right. Dating in college, we were surrounded by all these couples, by the dudes who had a girlfriend for a week and a few days later it was some other chick, suddenly a girlfriend too. I just needed something solid, some way to show the world that we belong together, something more than just the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing.” , Eren sighed, watching his hands, folded on the table, “She’s my other half mom, and I know that nowadays people toss those terms around like its nothing, but I really can’t imagine living without her, my life would be just so…. bland? Mikasa is my better half too, in everything, my chest hurts when I even think about us breaking up. I love her too much, I can’t even put it into words correctly.”

Carla watched him over the table, watched how he crumbled beneath the weight of those words. There was no denying that Eren had it bad, Mikasa had enchanted him in the most intense possible way. He would kill or die for her without a second thought and it felt strange knowing that there is a woman with this much power over her son.

“Eren,”, she began, carefully constructing the question she was about to ask, “hypothetically, if Mikasa said that she didn’t want to have children with you, ever, what would you do?”

He thought that question, he did, turned it over in his head multiple times, but the answer that was staring him right into the face wouldn’t budge. His brain was hardwired too much.

“I would stay with her anyway. I couldn’t have a life with anyone else, I just can’t. Mikasa is the perfect woman for me, I would never give her up. Leaving is not an option.”

As far as he knew, he couldn’t even have children with anyone else but Mikasa, if his sad adventures were of any indication. Not that his mom knew about that.

It was an answer that Carla expected, but hearing Eren say it cemented it. Mikasa was just too important for him, there was nothing that would make him leave her. His and the goth’s fates were intertwined, and Carla just wished that there was a happy ending waiting for them.

“Well, then you have to ask her, and pray that you two are on the same page regarding kids.”, reaching out, she put a reassuring hand over Eren’s, “I’m sure you will.”

Looking up, he offered her a reserved smile.

“I hope so too mom, I hope so too.”

Just at that moment, the oven dinged, letting them know that another batch of cookies was ready. Startled by the beep, Carla took a moment to compose herself before walking over and opening the machine, letting the sweet smell in.

“You want some more?” she asked her son, who nodded before even really thinking about it.

Carla’s cookies were just too good to pass on, no matter what conversation you had before. And the shift in the topic also gave him a chance to show his new ink to mom, Carla was in for a surprise. With a sly grin, Eren began.

“Hey mom, do you know what I and Mikasa got done recently?”

When Mikasa came home, the lights were put on a dim setting and there was somber music playing from the speakers. Unzipping her jacket, she stepped into the living room, noticing that Eren was sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for her. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table with a half-full glass next to it too. Something was going on, she could say, but there was no way of telling what it was unless she asked. So, walking over to her fiancé, she sat down next to him.

“Hey baby,” she began.

For some weird reason, the pet name made his lips tighten, which was unusual since she often called him that.

“Mikasa.”, his voice was somber, free of any playful undertones, “Hello.”

So this wasn’t a setup to roleplay then, Eren was dead serious. His eyes were a bit bloodshot but completely clear, meaning that while he drank a bit, he wasn’t drunk and he’s aware of everything he’s going to say. Or do.

Mirroring his seriousness, Mikasa sat up a bit straighter.

“Eren, what’s going on?”

“I need to ask you something, and please, answer as truthfully as you can.”

“Very well.”, whatever this was, it made Mikasa’s stomach shrink in anticipation, “Ask.”

All right, here goes nothing. Or everything. Throat dry, Eren almost coughed out the question, forcing himself to finish the sentence before he completely crumbles under the pressure.

“Mikasa, would you ever consider having a family with me? Children?”

She stared at him, obviously taken aback by this. She stared at him for a long time. Long enough for Eren’s mind to come up with the worst possible scenarios. Is she going to laugh at him? Is she going to stand up and walk away? Is she going to just say no uncaringly, because she’s never been big on families? Is she…

Mikasa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was this that big question that got Eren so stressed out? This? How could he be so dense…

“Yes! Of course I want to have kids with you! I love you, what can’t you understand about that?”

Eren’s eyes widened.

“You mean…”

“I have been with you for years, why would I do that if I didn’t want to have a family? Why..”

Whatever else she wanted to say was swallowed by Eren because he lunged forward, pressing his mouth against hers with a burning passion. Tongue swiping across the seam of her lips, he tasted a bit like the whiskey he drank, but it was not an unpleasant aroma. Judging from aggressively he attacked her, Eren would be fine with just this answer, but Mikasa wanted to elaborate on her point. Pushing gently on his chest, he immediately got the hint, ending the kiss and sitting back, giving her space.

“I do want to have kids with you, just…”

“Not yet.”, he finished for her.

“Exactly. I have so much going on right now, my MMA career, the fashion work and…”

“I understand, we don’t have to rush things.”, reaching out, Eren enveloped her in a warm hug, pressing her against his body, “Just knowing that you want to have a family with me is more than enough.”

Hugging him back, Mikasa let herself be held, enjoying how it felt, how naturally their bodies molded into one.

“Let’s do it like this.”, he offered, “If you ever think about it, just take an automatic yes from me. Any time is fine.”

“Shouldn’t it be our mutual decision?”, Mikasa argued from somewhere above his heart, squished against his chest.

“Yes, of course, but the pregnancy is bound to affect you more than me.”, once the words left his mouth, Eren realized how selfish that sound, so he quickly assured her, “Which doesn’t mean that I won’t be with you every step of the way.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should surprise you with a kid out of nowhere.”

His grin was infectious.

“Basically. We have a house, a stable income, we have the means to have a child. When you think you are ready, just go for it, I can assure you that I want it.”

“I’ll still probably ask first.”, Mikasa murmured, not entirely comfortable with just dropping the k-bomb on Eren out of nowhere.

“That’s fine too, but I don’t think I’ll ever change my mind about having a family with you.”

“I’m sure our children will be amazing.”, she breathed against his shirt, earning a warm smile.

“Anyone related to you is amazing,” he murmured into her hairline, pressing a kiss to it afterward. “You are a goddess, remember?

“Goddess of what?”

“War, beauty, or maybe both. Yeah, both are good”

Goddess Mikasa? It had a nice ring to it. She almost purred at that over the top praise but had to voice a slight comment.

“Not everyone in my family is so great.”, Mikasa added. “Don’t forget Levi.”

Eren just laughed at that, hugging her a bit tighter. When he finally let her go, there was that familiar joy in his face, the worry she saw when coming home completely chased away by her words. With the big bad out of the way, Eren reached out to fill the glass again, offering her the whiskey. Satisfied with the ice cube floating around in the liquor, guaranteeing that it will be cold, she took a sip, grimacing after. Strong stuff.

“Did you know that Onya also entered that amateur model contest?”, he asked, watching her put the glass back down.

“He did?”

“Yep. He’s kind of sure that he’s winning that thing.”

“Well, Onya is in for a surprise then.”, wrapping her arms around Eren’s neck, she pulled him closer, voice dropping into a whisper, “No one is sexier than my puppy.”

“The photographer played a huge part too. She was the best.”

“Even the best would still need a good model to work with, and you were amazing. This contest is in the bag.”

Not sure how to thank her for the vote of confidence, Eren settled for another kiss, feeling Mikasa melt into his hands. The kisses were chaste at first, but then Mikasa climbed into his lap and things got more heated. Lips locked, tongues coming out to play, teeth sinking into flesh. When Mikasa broke away for air, he traced his mouth down her neck, biting into her flawless skin. She let out a breathless giggle at that, the one that was of pure joy and her bell-like laughter went right into Eren’s heart. Her fingers were at his nape, massaging the skin, while he sucked a dark mark into her paleness, soothing the skin with his tongue after. Not ready to give up his freedom yet, he moved his mouth upwards then, past her pouting lips and focusing on those amazingly sensitive ears of hers. With great care, he used the tip of his tongue to toy with her piercings, those simple motions making her breathing agitated. Mikasa had so many, placed in different parts of her ears, it took him some time before he traced them all but Eren would not leave any stop out of his journey. And when he reached the bottom and sank his teeth into her earlobe, Mikasa moaned out loud, earning a smirk. Satisfied, Eren returned to her upturned lips, once again claiming them.

She tasted so good, like nothing else in this world, and he would never get enough of it. Coaxing her mouth to open for him, the kiss deepened. Mapping her mouth with his tongue, Eren enjoyed every second of this with every fiber of his being. She was so incredibly sexy like this, with swollen lips and hooded eyes, burning with desire, but he was in no rush to escalate things. He and Mikasa, they had all the time in the world. For now, just kissing her was more than enough, it was a blessing right from heaven.

Eren was so happy, knowing that Mikasa wanted to have a family with him, nothing else mattered at this moment. Here, sitting on the sofa with her, just making out, he could probably do this whole night. Hell, he probably will end up doing it. Who cares for all those black lipstick traces that Mikasa will leave all over his face, Eren surely doesn’t mind. She’s been doing that to him ever since college, ever since they exchanged their first kiss, the eternal goth that she was, and he has long since grown accustomed to having black lipstick on both his clothes and skin. Midnight-colored proofs of the dark princess’ affection.

Those stains were a blessing.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #fluff #:3

[haikyupid]

LMAOOOOO it’s fine💀💀. i’m a female and prefer a male result. my favorite character is ice bear from we bare bears (cartoon network). my favorite pastry is browniesss and my favorite drink is iced pumpkin spiced latte😭. if i could say anything to oikawa, it’d be to DATE IWA-CHAN ALREADY GEEZ🤦🏾‍♀️. okay thank you🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗.

tooru: you know how i feel, why would you say that? like, you put me in such an uncomfortable situation 😭 like, you know i’m not happy and you know i’m trying to see if it’ll work out here, and—

tri: n e ways, i’m sorry again for accidentally deleting your request 🥺 i suffer from dumb-assery, so thanks for actually resubmitting again.

— [ ♡ ] i match you up with …

≺ sksjsnk this is kinda awkward since you want him to date iwa, but like, i see this bih as one of those people that get overly excited once they announce that pumpkin-spiced lattes are back, and his entire insta feed is just filled with selfies of him and the drink 😭 and he also loooves salted-caramel brownies

≺ but yes, iwa calls you two ‘the basic couple’ bcause when you go out with the vbc to any cafes, they just end up pretending they don’t know you and tooru, while you’re too busy taking pics of your bf with his ‘aesthetic pastries and latte on a monday 😋 #afterpractice’ as he says; but i mean who cares, you and tooru are having so much fun, it really doesn’t matter what others think (plus, y’all probably look like models anyways, so it doesn’t look that bad)

≺ thinks you’re the most adorable thing on planet earth, so he feels the need to always use pet names with you; there’s never a sentence aimed towards you that doesn’t end without one, unless it’s like something really important or serious

≺ the couple who stands out, like you two just… sparkle once you walk into a room, if that makes sense? but like it’s kinda blinding, so everyone in the vbc will try their best to help you tone it down (and when i say help, i mean iwa will smack the back of tooru’s head and tell him to stop being so smug that he has a gf)

≺ everyone in aoba johsai knows about the two of you, and even though his fan girls are really jealous, they actually never try to do anything to you since you and tooru just seem to fit together perfectly

≺ purposely gets food on your face just so he can kiss/lick it off of you 👁👅👁 okay, but like it’s actually a really cute and sweet gesture

— [ ❝ what about this angle, babe, is this good? ❞ ]

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