#then they had a drink and ate an ice cream before going back home

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Gravity Wins

Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: The walls around here are too thin, and Capa can't seem to mind his own business.

Warnings: Smut, changes to several minor aspects of canon, alcohol/drinking (not related to the smut), mentions of vibrators, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), slight voyeurism, teasing, biting, quiet sex, and my obvious fixation on Capa's arms

A/N: In the words of Jayne Cobb... I'll be in my bunk. This was the winner of my "Bad Summary WIPs" poll. I had originally intended for "Gravity Wins" to be a working title that I would change later, but uh, it did win, so I'm keeping it lol. Happy Capa Month! 🥰

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Life aboard Icarus II had its charms. The views were unlike anything else; the oxygen garden was truly breathtaking; and the ship itself was pleasantly quaint, in a close-knit kind of way. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes, that same pleasant quaintness had a habit of dissolving into claustrophobia; the tight quarters and lack of privacy suddenly surrounding you on all sides. 

That’s why it was important to find small moments of joy where you could, to pass the time. And that’s why you were currently in the canteen, with Cassie and Corazon squeezed in on either side of you, passing around a bottle of contraband vodka. 

It was cheap stuff; strawberry flavored. Not necessarily what you would have picked to drink, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and Cassie - god love her - had always had terrible taste in booze. Still, it got the job done. And getting to spend a night gossiping and getting a little tipsy every once in a while was just enough to break up the daily routine and keep the three of you from going mad.

Only three months into the mission, and your one bottle was already two-thirds empty. It was going to be a long flight.

“Y’know what I miss?” Cassie sighed, shoulders loose as she passed the bottle over to you. “Pizza.”

You took a swig - the cheap, artificial taste of fruit mixing terribly with the burn of alcohol - and passed the bottle on. Corazon slouched forward on the table.

“Don’t talk about food, Cassie. Please,” she whined. 

It wasn’t as if you were starving, but the bare-bones, monotonous rotation of meals you all ate while onboard the ship left a lot to be desired. You could feel your mouth watering just at the thought of something besides the same old efficient, nutritionally-dense meals you’d been eating for weeks now.

“I miss ice cream,” you jumped in.

Corazon groaned and took a sip of the vodka, rubbing her head.

“Enough already,” she begged.

“Fine then, Cora - what do you miss?” asked Cassie, reaching across your little circle to take the bottle back. She tipped it against her lips, taking a quick sip.

“My vibrator,” answered the biologist.

You and Cassie burst into laughter; high-pitched giggles bouncing off the walls of the cramped space. 

“I’m serious,” laughed Cora, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh, I believe you - I miss mine, too,” Cassie admitted. 

You hummed in agreement. It was a long journey, and until you’d stepped foot on the ship, you really hadn’t anticipated all the small comforts of home you would miss. If getting off could be considered a comfort.

“Here’s the real question though,” said Cassie, pointing the bottle at each of you in turn. “Would you fuck any of the guys?”

“On the ship?” you asked.

“You see any other guys around?” Cassie laughed. 

You joined her, feeling the hot flush of alcohol rise on your cheeks.

“What about Mace?” Cora offered.

“Too angry.” Cassie scrunched her nose.

“Sure, he’s hot-headed - but with guys, sometimes that means he’s a good fuck.”

Another round of laughter echoed after Corazon’s remark.

“Harvey?” you suggested, narrowing your eyes. Watching to see if either of the other women’s faces betrayed a genuine reaction.

“Kind of stuck-up,” Cora commented.

The group agreed, and lapsed into silence. The bottle made another round, and you felt yourself starting to tip past the point of a slight buzz.

“How ‘bout Capa?” Cassie asked.

“Maybe if he wasn’t such a dick,” Cora scoffed.

You snorted, then scrambled to control your expression.

“I think he’s kinda hot,” Cassie ventured.

A chorus of oooohs made their way around the table; Cassie waving them off.

“But I wouldn’t sleep with him,” she insisted. “Seems like the kind of guy to make himself come and then roll over.”

Corazon laughed sharply and then turned to face you.

“What about you, huh?” she asked, voice lowering. “Would you let Capa teach you all about physics and where he can stick ‘em?”

Before you had a chance to tease Cora about being so buzzed that she couldn’t even come up with a half-sensical sex joke about physics, the party was broken up by the arrival of a fourth person. Speak of the devil himself.

Capa glanced over at the three of you as he walked in, pausing to quietly open a cupboard and pull something out. Cora ignored him. Cassie took a swig of the vodka. And you quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your lap as your face burned.

“What are you all giggling about?” Capa droned.

“Nothing,” Cora snapped, a little harsher than was necessary.

Capa’s eyes narrowed, landing on the vodka. There was a moment of rigid silence.

“You know there’d be trouble if the captain found out about that,” he commented.

It wasn’t exactly a threat, but it wasn’t exactly a harmless observation either. Cassie stood up and slouched over to him, pressing the bottle against his chest. You were watching out of the corner of your eye, still too embarrassed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“But you wouldn’t tell on us - right, Capa?” Cassie asked sweetly. 

She was a little too drunk for her own good, and you felt a quick bolt of tension in your stomach. Capa gave each of you a questioning look, impossible to tell what he was thinking as he backed off and walked out the way he’d come in.

“Just keep it down in here,” he muttered.

Once he was out of earshot, Cassie sat down, and the three of you shared a shy laugh of relief. Corazon instantly broke the tension.

“See? What’d I say? He’s a dick.”

The next morning, you woke up groggier than you should have. After Capa’s interruption, the vodka bottle was quickly put away, hidden in Cassie’s bunk for another night. You hadn’t really had too much to drink, but the minor shame of getting caught mixed with the shitty vodka was enough to make you feel thrown off.

You shuffled out of bed, slipping into a pair of sandals after pulling on your pants. You shrugged into a shirt and ran a tired hand over your face.

On your way to the bathroom, Harvey stopped you. You only had the energy to listen to about half of what he was saying, still feeling grumpy and with a sour taste in your mouth. He was talking to you about some report; asking why it hadn’t been submitted in triplicate. You clenched your jaw, really not having the patience to deal with him right now.

You promised Harvey you’d re-file your report, and walked away before he could rope you into any more conversation. Cora’s assessment of him was accurate, you thought. Stuck-up.

As you walked, your thoughts wandered back to how the night had ended. Or, more accurately, to what had happened just before you’d been interrupted by the very topic of your conversation. Capa. You had been about to open your mouth to answer Cora’s question about him… or, not answer. You had actually been planning to make a joke and shift the attention away from yourself, specifically so that you wouldn’t have to give a straight yes or no. Because, of course, you didn’t want either of the other girls to know-

“Hey, wait up!” 

A voice behind you caused you to jump. You turned to see Cassie, already catching up behind you, oddly chipper considering that she’d been the one drinking more of the vodka than anybody last night.

“Hey, Cas.”

She fell into step beside you, easily keeping up with your sluggish pace. You tried to straighten up and match her energy, but it was hard to when all you wanted to do was crawl back in bed.

“Harvey just stopped me in the hallway,” Cassie told you. “Said something about getting you to file a report? I just wanted to warn you; he seemed pissed.”

Great - now Harvey was sending your friends after you.

“Yeah, we already talked about it,” you muttered. 

“You okay?” Cassie asked. “You look miserable.”

You felt miserable. And not just because of last night. For the past few weeks, you’d felt off. Moody. Unfocused. You'd been trying to push through it, but you felt yourself losing ground, and you were frustrated. 

It was partly to be expected - at least according to Searle, the ship’s de facto therapist, who you had talked to about your problems a few days ago. Space travel was taxing on the body, and sometimes doubly so on the mind. You felt cooped up, and getting mildly drunk with Cassie and Corazon only provided a temporary distraction.

“Cabin fever?” Cassie guessed.

“Something like that,” you agreed.

Cassie sighed. “Cora was right. We all really need to get laid.”

“Cassie!” 

You hissed her name, spinning around to check that no one was behind you eavesdropping. The last thing you needed was a repeat of last night.

“Relax - I’m not saying I’ll fuck you, so don’t get all excited,” Cassie joked. “But she is right. It gets to you, after a while.”

It certainly did, and you could attest to that fact. Last night it had seemed almost funny; giggling with your friends over missing your vibrators. But the truth was, three long months into your journey, you were already starting to go stir crazy from a life of near-celibacy.

“Maybe you just need to blow off some steam.” Cassie prodded, not letting up.

“Cas, no offense, but can we not discuss my sex life until I've been awake for at least twenty minutes?”

“What sex life?” Cassie laughed, a little too loudly, and you hurried to shush her again. “I'll shut up,” she promised, continuing on, “but all I'm saying is you look like you could use it.”

With one more conspiratorial giggle, she left, walking ahead of you down the bright hallway. You groaned inwardly, knowing she was right but also that there was nothing you could do about it. 

You went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face.

The day seemed to drag on worse than it ever had. You tried to remind yourself to be grateful; that you were lucky enough to have been selected as a member of the small crew in the first place, and that your mission was important to the fate of mankind. But it all felt so trivial when you couldn't focus on anything other than the building feeling of dissatisfaction that ached between your legs.

Talking about Capa last night really hadn't helped things. He was all you could think about as you tried in vain to get your work done. Twice, you caught yourself making mistakes in your calculations as your mind started to drift elsewhere.

What gave him the right to walk around in those tank tops, showing off his perfect arms and chiseled shoulders - that's what you wanted to know. And why did he even have such sexy arms to begin with? He was a physicist, for god's sake. He sat in his lab all day doing nothing that should have given him such infuriatingly noticeable forearm definition. 

Capa had a habit of putting his hands on his hips or in his pockets while he talked, and of running his fingers over his lips when he was thinking. Somehow, everything he did seemed to make a couple of thin veins poke just below his skin, as if to tease you into thinking what he'd look like holding you up against a wall. These were all little things you had noticed - found it impossible not to, actually - and they drove you crazy. Being cooped up was one thing, but being cooped up with Robert Capa was a whole other problem.

Cora was right, though. He was unapproachable at best and actively self-isolating at worst. Capa was the pariah of the crew, and whether or not he intended to be, acting that way made him come across as kind of rude. But to you, that only added to the appeal. The idea of getting with a guy who was so aloof made your fantasies run wild.

That night, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slipped into your small room, dimmed the lights to thirty percent power, and shrugged out of your shirt and pants. 

This was nothing you hadn't done before; it wasn't exactly groundbreaking stuff to masturbate when you were horny. For weeks now, though, it hadn’t really been enough to scratch the itch that seemed to grab hold of you whenever you were around Capa. But it dulled the ache, and for now that was the best you could hope for.

Your bed was more of a bunk, recessed partially into the wall. You laid down on the springy mattress and sighed as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. You were still in your panties and bra, feeling self conscious about stripping all the way down even though you were alone in your room. 

It felt like everybody was living right on top of each other, although luckily your dorm was at the very end of a row, so you only had a neighbor on one side. Unfortunately, that one neighbor just so happened to be Capa. 

Knowing that he was so physically close only added to your frustration as your fingers swept over your clit. But still, it wasn’t like you had a choice about Capa being in the room next to you, and you certainly didn't have anywhere else to do this. Your fingers trailed lower, over your core, and you gasped.

You were already wet. Of course you were; after doing nothing but daydreaming about Capa for practically the entire day, how could you not be? You pictured his face from last night; how he had briefly looked at each one of you as you’d sat around the table with your two friends. The rush that it sent through your veins was electric. Your cheeks felt hot as you imagined him, his eyes holding slight disappointment while he looked at you. 

You weren't sure why that turned you on, but it did. You wanted him to look at you with that soft little frown; his blue eyes piercing through you as if they could see every dirty fantasy that played out behind your own eyelids. 

You sped up, using your fingers to collect some of the wetness that eagerly pooled between your legs, and then bringing them back up to rub at your clit. Slow circles at first, and then desperate with more pressure. Your mattress squeaked, and you hissed, bringing the hand that wasn't touching yourself down to grab at the cotton sheets.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, careful to stay as quiet as you could.

The only sound in the room aside from your moans was the wet noise that greeted you as you stuck two fingers into yourself, not bothering to warm up with just one. You needed this. You needed more, but this was the best you were getting. You curled your fingers, arching your back and daring to let a whisper of his name cross your lips.

A few seconds later, you were stopped by a knock at your door.

You barely had time to pull your fingers out, scrambling to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket as your door slid open. There were no locks, which usually wasn't a problem, except of course at times like this when it really reminded you that you had absolutely no privacy.

You were expecting Cassie - she had a habit of barging in, instead of waiting for you to answer her knock. But instead, you were greeted again by the very face you had been picturing only seconds ago.

“Capa?” 

Your voice felt strangely small in the cramped space. Capa stepped through the door, letting it hiss closed behind him. His face was expressionless, except for the barest hint of that pout that drove you so crazy.

He didn’t answer right away, but took a step closer and leaned up against the wall that separated his room from yours. Then, his lips curled into a smile.

“You really don’t realize how thin these walls are, do you?”

The implication of his words crept up on you, until finally your face was frozen in a look of sheer horror. 

“How much did you hear?” you asked, voice just barely above a whisper.

“Enough.” Capa shifted his weight, pushing himself off of the wall to stand up. “Enough to figure out the answer to that question Corazon asked you last night.”

“You heard that, too?” you groaned.

Capa walked over and sat down on the edge of your bed. Not touching you yet or getting too close, but hovering just out of reach in a way that made your skin tingle and your heart do flips. You had no clue if he was torturing you or inviting you to make the next move.

“D’you always think about me when you touch yourself?” Capa asked, bringing the volume of his voice down to match yours.

He sounded so sexy like that. He must have known what he was doing to you; his eyes were practically glowing with mirth and his lips were still curled into that smile. You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’d… rather not answer that,” you choked out.

Capa’s eyes darkened. No answer was as much of an affirmation as admitting it.

“You should have just asked for my help,” Capa teased. “You obviously need something. And it’s not like I’m twiddling my thumbs over there. Cumming into my own hand got old weeks ago.”

Your whole face burned hot with embarrassment at what he was admitting. And yet, at the same time, you shivered. The blanket you’d haphazardly thrown over yourself only covered your waist, and your bare shoulders were suddenly prickled with goosebumps. 

Finally, Capa reached out and put a warm hand on your shoulder, then dragged it down the side of your arm, taking your bra strap with it.

“Want me to touch you?” he asked.

His voice was low, and you could feel yourself getting pulled down with it. You knew that it would be stupid to do this; sleeping with Capa could only open a Pandora’s box. If it was good, you wouldn’t be able to get off on your own fingers for the rest of your time on the ship. If it was bad, you still had years to spend cramped up together. Your room right next to his in the already-tight quarters. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to avoid him after an awkward hook-up.

Suddenly, though, you realized that you were thinking way too much.

“Yes,” you whispered. 

Capa’s hand trailed farther down your arm; grabbed your wrist. You bit your cheek, wary of making any more noises after his earlier comment. All the crew’s quarters were laid out close together; if you were too loud, the whole ship would hear.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Capa hummed, bringing you close as he leaned in, his lips practically brushing against yours. That seemed like a good enough place to start as any.

“K-kiss me - please,” you whimpered.

Capa’s lips found yours, and the rush that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, and the press of his slightly chapped lips against yours was doing more to you than it should have. 

Your mouth opened, and his tongue instantly pushed in. He was moving slow, but with a hunger that sent your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to you if you asked. You felt Capa’s breath against your face; heard the low moan that vibrated through both of you as it came from the depths of his chest.

“What else?” Capa urged, pulling away. “We both know that’s not all you want.”

You could hardly think straight, much less put together a sentence. Instead, you guided his hand to your chest, and felt as his fingers squeezed. As he did, he leaned back in for another kiss.

You had put Capa’s hand over your bra, but he quickly slipped it under the fabric to rake over your bare skin. His fingers pressed into you, kneading at delicate flesh. You moaned, opening your mouth against his kiss again, and he bit hungrily at your lips.

“So soft,” he murmured, flicking a thumb over your nipple. “But that’s not where you really want me to touch…”

His voice was airy, even as he gripped at you with an intensity that almost hurt. He lowered his rough hand from your breast, and pushed past the blanket still draped over your legs. Teasing at the hem of your panties for only a second, he deepened the kiss as his fingers pushed lower and lower. Finally, he reached the wetness that was still pooling between your legs.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. You felt your cheeks heat up again. “You really want it that badly?”

“Fuck, Capa,” you whined.

“Want me to touch you like this?” he teased, voice still husky as he pressed one finger into you.

He had barely pushed in the pad of his fingertip, and you were already sinking into the mattress, unable to hold yourself up. Capa added a second finger, then repositioned himself, squeezing into the too-small bed with you to hover over your frame as his fingers roamed deeper. 

“Yes - just like that,” you begged. “Don't stop.”

Capa curled his fingers inside you, and you opened your mouth in a silent gasp. Your eyes had squeezed shut, and when you opened them again, you saw him looking pleased with himself, gazing down at you as you lost your mind over his touch.

“Bet you've thought about me doing this,” he whispered. “Isn't that right?”

“Yes-” Your voice hitched. “Yes- ah- thought about- cumming on your fingers.”

Capa smirked and brought his lips to your ear.

“You're not gonna cum on my fingers.”

He pulled them out of you, and you groaned at the loss. You felt his stubble scrape your cheek as he got up off of you, and you watched, half in a trance, as he took off his boxers. You hadn't even noticed until now, but he was just in his underwear and a t-shirt. He pulled the shirt off, too, and then went about removing the last of your clothes. 

You suddenly had the urge to cover yourself; like you now had too much on display even though Capa had already been watching your face twist in pleasure while he was knuckle-deep in you. You brought your arms up to cover your chest, but Capa gently brushed them away.

“Don't be shy; it's nothing I haven't already imagined,” he winked.

Again, the implications had you almost slack-jawed. You had no idea if it was true or if he was just teasing you, but you really didn't care.

“Let me show you what I've thought about,” Capa went on.

He took your hand and brought it to his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He sighed a little as you touched him, softly, and the sound sent another shiver down your spine.

“C’mon - wanna feel you,” Capa said, his eyes half-hooded. “Use your hand. Squeeze me.”

Your heart fluttered as you followed his instructions; tightening your grip on his shaft until he was groaning above you. You gave him a few tentative pumps.

“So good,” Capa groaned.

The dull ache had returned between your legs; you were still missing the touch of his fingers. Even though you were happy to touch him as well, you needed the friction. You started to squirm, rubbing your legs together.

“Impatient,” Capa laughed. “Don't worry - m’not gonna tease you too much longer.”

His mouth dipped to your neck, pressing a kiss along your collarbone. Your hand flexed, and Capa groaned deeply again. The sound was enough to send you reeling; you thought you might come from his voice alone if he didn't hurry up.

“Stop teasing,” you begged. Breathless, and fully aware of just how desperate you sounded.

“I guess we've both waited long enough, huh?” Capa chuckled.

Your hand relaxed, and Capa’s came up to guide himself, hovering right at the space where you wanted him, but not pushing in just yet.

“Be quiet now,” Capa reminded you, and he kissed you as he started to press in. “Wouldn’t want anybody to hear you.”

You would have cried out, not caring who heard you or how loud you were, had Capa's lips not been pressed roughly against yours, swallowing your muffled moan as he bottomed out. He pulled back to watch you, panting like a dog beneath him, and smirked again.

“Fuck, this is so much better than my hand,” he said, breathing a little heavy himself. “M’not gonna last long.”

The idea sent your head spinning all over again, and your legs squeezed his hips a little tighter. The thought of Capa, coming too quick as he buried himself inside you, turned you on so much that you moaned out loud, and Capa quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. His palm was rougher than you'd imagined it.

“Told you to be quiet,” he warned.

When he started to move, you were grateful for the hand covering your lips, because without it you certainly would have woken the whole crew. As it was, Capa had to press his palm a little harder to muffle the moans that escaped. You were shameless; couldn't think about anything but the way his cock was stretching you out and spearing into you. It was more than enough to make you forget where you were.

“Not that I don't normally love hearing you get off,” Capa whispered, “but if you keep doing that, we're gonna get caught.”

Had he heard you the other times you'd touched yourself? You thought of him, silently palming his cock in the next room over, listening to your soft moans and breathy sighs as you tried - and failed - to stay quiet. 

Capa, unlike you, still had control of his voice; never letting it rise above a whisper. You wished you could hear him - how you were really making him feel. You bet he would make the prettiest noises if he'd let himself.

“Gonna be good?” Capa asked as he sped up.

You nodded, and he removed his hand. Instantly, the way his cock hit a spot deep inside of you made you hiss with pleasure, teeth clenched as you fought to stay quiet. 

“Fuck, Capa - driving me crazy,” you breathed.

“I know,” he agreed. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“If you can stay quiet, then you can cum on my cock.”

The way it felt like he was giving you permission sent another wave of heat through your whole body. You wanted to come for him. The feeling that had been steadily building now felt like it was nearly about to flow out of you; you could so easily let yourself fall over into oblivion.

“Can’t stay quiet,” you whined. “God, you feel so- ah!”

You gasped as Capa’s cock twitched inside of you, his hips continuing to swirl against yours. He was almost there, too; you could feel it. And the realization only pushed you closer.

“Shit,” Capa swore.

He was clearly at odds with himself, over whether to cover your mouth again so that the two of you wouldn’t get caught, or give in and let you scream for him. His hips faltered, and you moaned again. He was running out of time to make a decision.

“Bite down on my shoulder,” he said, finally. “Fuck - I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You had thought very often about what it would be like to sink your teeth into his skin. Seeing even an inch of it peeking out from behind the collar of his shirt or on display in one of those fucking tank tops was enough to drive you crazy. You bit down, just in time as you finally let yourself give in to the building pressure.

As you bit him, Capa swore again, and scrambled to pull out of you, as best he could with your bodies still pressed together. He was coming, white ropes painting your stomach as you came down from your own high. 

You wished you had gotten to squeeze him more. The idea of him emptying into you as you milked his cock was almost too good to imagine. As your senses returned, you realized that Capa was speaking to you.

“So… Did you enjoy me teaching you about physics?” He was panting, but there was still light in his voice as he teased you, echoing Cora’s words from last night.

“Stooop,” you protested.

“If you didn’t, we don’t have to do this again,” Capa teased.

“Noo,” you mewled, voice still weak from your orgasm. “Can’t go back to fucking my fingers now…”

“Yeah,” Capa agreed, bringing his lips down for another rough kiss. “Me neither.”

The next night, Cassie proposed taking out the vodka again, and the three of you met in the canteen, as usual. Prepared for another late night of gossiping.

“You seem brighter today,” Cassie noticed, facing you.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m feeling a little better.”

You left it at that. You weren’t sure how long you and Capa could keep your new arrangement a secret, but you also weren’t rushing to tell the girls. The bottle of vodka made its first round, and the three of you started to speculate about which member of your small crew was most likely using up all the hot water. You’d all been taking freezing cold showers for weeks.

Only a few minutes passed before Capa came sauntering into the room again. Just like last time, he glanced at your group before reaching up to get something out of a cabinet.

“You three never learn, do you?” he commented.

You felt your cheeks start to heat up again. His eyes focused on you, briefly, and then moved on to something else. Cassie puffed up, straightening in her seat as she faced him.

“Go away, Capa,” she huffed. “This is a private conversation.”

Capa came over to lean on the table, glaring down at your small group.

“Oh yeah, I’m so interested in your riveting conversations about how I get off and roll over.”

Cassie’s face turned red. Corazon glared at him. And you felt your soul fully exit your body.

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Cassie shrieked.

“No - you just weren’t being quiet,” Capa corrected.

“The walls here are too damn thin,” Cora muttered.

Capa had a small smile as he straightened up and walked off, pausing just before he exited the room. He turned around, staring blankly at Cassie as he spoke.

“I’m not upset or anything,” he said. “And besides, your friend over there knows it’s not true, so…”

He left, taking with him all the air in the room. Cassie and Cora stared at each other, eyes wide in disbelief, and then pointed their gaze at you.

“You fucked Capa?!” Cassie shouted.

“Cassie, hush,” Cora snapped. She leaned in. “But seriously, we need all the details. Spill.”

You buried your face in your hands, trying in vain to hide your embarrassment. Your two friends badgered you relentlessly, begging for the whole story behind how it happened.

Somewhere else in the ship, Capa smirked.

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[linos-luna]

My Baby (pt 3) 🥀🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

♡ ( Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt.7) (Pt. 8) ♡

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, dissociation? depression, light self harm, stalking

It’s been a month since you left your crazy boyfriend. At first freedom was great but it started to feel weird. You were staying with a friend and doing things on your own just didn’t feel right. Even little things like feeding yourself was difficult. You missed him and was becoming depressed. And your friends were worried…

—————————— 🎀 ——————————

You sat at the table, moving your eggs around with a fork. You you didn’t want to eat.

“Y/n… you have to eat something…” your friend sighed.

“I’m not hungry, jeongyeon…”

Jeongyeon sighed and took your fork, getting some egg on it and holding it to your mouth.

You looked at her confused.

“Eat it.”

You blinked and ate it.

She continued feeding you and you ate while looking off, almost as if you weren’t really there.

“Y/n.”

You suddenly were snapped out of your little moment and blinked a few times, a bit confused.

“Are you okay?” She asked, obviously concerned.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine.”

———

Meanwhile, Chan was a mess. When he discovered you gone the next morning he full on panicked. He desperately looked everywhere for you and practically tore up the entire house.

“Baby?! My baby?!! Who took my baby?!!” He cried.

A month later and he was still a mess. He cleaned up a bit but not much. The bedroom was fixed at least.

Now he laid on the couch, mopping around. He spends everyday trying to look for you to no avail. Where could his baby be?!

Today Chan decided to go out and look again but this time he’d dress up and fix himself a little. He washed his fluffy hair which was getting longer and dressed in a white button up with clean jeans. He put on his favorite cologne and a nice watch before leaving. He decided to head out to the next city over. A good 2 hours away

He was lucky to get his car back. At first he was hopeful that since you took his car he’d be able to track you. But unfortunately for him, you were smart enough to abandon it before going any further.

———

Jeongyeon helped you get dressed. A bit after you arrived, she went out and bought you some clothes. They were definitely less childish.

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“What?” You were snapped out of your thoughts.

“You need to get out of the house.”

“But… what if he…?”

“He’s not going to find you.” She interrupted.

“O-okay…” you sigh as she helps put your boots on.

Jeongyeon took you out to see a movie, it’s been so long since you’ve been in a theater. You actually enjoyed yourself. Sitting there with the big screen, munching on popcorn, and drinking soda. You loudly laughed at scenes, making some people around you annoyed. Jeongyeon would just glare at them.

“Jeongyeon that was fun!” You cheered afterwards as you both walked out. You were cheerfully clapping your hands and giddy. “I wanna do more! Let’s do something else, jeongy!”

Jeongyeon was glad you were actually smiling. And you’ve never called her Jeongy before.

“Glad you had fun?” She said. “Let’s go home.”

“No! Baby wants to do something else!” You pause, realizing what you just said.

“Y/n…”

“I-I…” your voice was shaky.

“Y/n, it’s okay…”

“No no no!” You shook your head as jeongyeon took you outside.

“Why’d I say that?!” You cried while smacking yourself on the head. “Why why why?!”

“Y/n Stop!” Jeongyeon said, trying to grab you.

“Dumb baby! I’m just a dumb baby!” You cried.

“Stop!” Your friend stopped you, grabbing your wrists.

“You’re hurting me! Jeongy your hurting me!”

Jeongyeon quickly let go, remembering your wrist that was still a bit sore. She gave you a hug and rubbed your back. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

You only cried into her chest. People around would watch but move on like nothing happened.

“Do you want ice cream?” Jeongyeon said, trying to cheer you up.

You only nod, not looking at her as she gave you some tissues to clean up. You didn’t really move so she ended up cleaning them for you.

You were silent as she lead you to the ice cream shop down the street. This worried her a bit as she gave you the cup of ice cream.

“Baby loves ice cream…” your voice was small and weak. You’ve done this a few times while staying with jeongyeon but you never seem to remember afterwards.

“Y/n…?”

“Baby misses daddy…”

“Y/n!” She says louder, snapping you out of your episode.

“W-what?” You blink while looking around. “What happened?”

“Y/n… eat your ice cream…” jeongyeon said, not sure what to do.

You had no work experience, no money. Therapy is expensive. You’re friend wants to take care of you but doesn’t know how. She watched as you ate your ice cream, kicking your feet under the table.

“I’m going to the bathroom…” jeongyeon said while getting up. “C’mon”

“I can wait.”

“Y/n… please—…”

“Go, don’t worry about me. I’ll stay right here!” You interrupted.

She nodded and left. You sat there, playing a game on jeongyeon’s phone to keep occupied.

After your friend stepped out of the women’s bathroom she was face to face with a familiar man. Just as she exited, so did a man from across the way. It was your boyfriend, Chan!

She froze, realizing who he was. He also stopped for a moment, remembering that she’s one of your best friends.

“Jeongyeon…” Chan says, about to step forward when she suddenly rushes out and grabs you by the arm, dragging you out.

“J-jeongy?!”

“We have to go now!” She said frantically and she pulled you towards the car. She pushed you in as Chan was chasing after the both of you.

“Why are we in a hurry?!” You ask as your friend started the car and backed out of the space.

“I’ll explain later!”

Just as she put the car in drive, there was a thud at the passenger side window. It was Chan. Both hands on the window as he looked at you with relief.

“Daddy?” You’re heart was racing.

“My baby!” He yelled, nearly crying as jeongyeon floored it.

“Jeongyeon! That was channie! He found us!”

“Yeah I know!” She grunted as she made her way towards the freeway.

“Is he gonna follow—?” You were in a panic before jeongyeon interrupted.

“No. He doesn’t know where I live.” Jeongyeon said with a sigh. “And if he finds out… I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe, okay?”

“Okay jeongy…”

———

That was the first time Chan has seen your face in over a month. His baby was wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a crop top. And… a leather jacket? Not the type of outfits he dresses you in. He knew the outside world was a bad influence!

And jeongyeon… he should’ve known! One of your closest friends. But now he needs to figure out where she lives. If he finds her, he can find you. He’ll have to do some investigating and she’s gonna pay. He needs to get his baby back….

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This just might be a whole series 😭

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[apollos-olives]

i really liked hearing you talking about the geography of the west bank. id love to hear more about what you love about palestine if you want to talk about it. if not i hope u have a good day! i’m sorry anons are being so weird to you and i hope this ask doesn’t cross any boundaries

i've talked about a lottt of different things i love about palestine, but i can talk a bit more about the old city in nablus if you'd like :)

the old city is where you go if you want to find anything and everything. there are hundreds of shops and vendors and you get to meet so many different people and experience so many different things, it's so cool. over the shops and buildings are decorations and long cloths and banners that are colored in so many different ways, and they provide shade on hot days and sometimes the colors reflect off of the buildings and the ground so everywhere you go you're engulfed in bright and beautiful colors as you walk through the streets.

you can find a lot of different shops there, and they usually have huge portions of their products on display so you can pick and choose personally and serve yourself on what you'd like to buy. people who sell spices or nuts have HUGE bags of them and you get to grab a plastic kilo bag and fill up as much as you'd like. people who sell candy and gummies do the same thing, so you get to choose however much you want to fill up your bag. my family almost never is able to eat gummies where we live because it's not halal, so whenever we're in palestine we fill up kilos upon kilos of gummies in bags so we can take them back home and eat them :)) my uncle says the gummies they sell in palestine aren't halal either but whatever man where is the whimsy 😔😔 let us have this. the last time my dad went, he came back with a kilo bag of gummies after i asked him to bring some when he returned, so for months i kept the bag of gummies and slowly ate them. i finished the bag a while ago but i loveeeee gummies and whenever i find ones i'm allowed to eat, i'm very excited about it. i cannot escape my inner child.

there are many refreshments that you can find too. in the summers lots of vendors sell ice cream and slushies (as most places do, i assume) and different juices, one of them is 'tamar hindi' which is a drink you'll often see around ramadan and eid. there are stores that sell different pickled vegetables in barrels, and they'll even let you take some out directly and eat them so you can taste and choose which ones you prefer. of course there are lots of food places, but ohhhh my god there was one shawarma place in nablus that i went to that had the BEST shawarma i've ever eaten in my life. like by FAR it was one of the most delicious things i've ever eaten in my entire life and i'm not exaggerating. i yearn for a shawarma as good as the one i had in nablus. wallahi it was genuinely mind blowing. yall don't understand how good it was. i cry and sob over it all the time.

you can also find lots of clothes!! from our traditional palestinian abayas to modern t-shirts, you can find tons. a lot of the stuff that is sold in palestinian territories is bootleg, because real brands are hard to find their way in through the occupation. because of that, some of the more "modern" stuff is really low quality. i bought a belt from the old city and only was able to wear it once before it literally crumbled in my hands. it CRUMBLED. for 50 shekel too 😭😭😭 absolute shame. that's why i think it's more reliable to buy the traditional stuff, like tatreez designs, because at least that stuff is actually real.

there are jewlery shops too!! they're full of gorgeous designs and you can often find evil eye jewelry in a lot of places. i absolutely love the evil eye design and i have a lotttt of evil eye jewelry. some muslims disapprove though, but whatever. i just think it looks nice. i like its meaning too. interesting stuff to me.

palestinians use different types of currencies too!! we often use the israeli shekel, but that's slowly becoming out of use 🤷‍♂️ but we also use the jordanian dinar, and we even use american dollars, usd, to buy stuff.

OH LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE KNAFEH SHOP !! nablus is famous for knafeh. we're like. THE knafeh city. there's a very VERY famous old white-bearded man who owns the famous knafeh shop of nablus and you can almost always find him every day making knafeh. his place always has a huge amount of people there, watching him as he makes the knafeh right in front of them and then serves it out to everyone. genuinely THE knafeh of all time. him and his knafeh are a very cherished part of our city.

i'm sure there are MANY more things i can go on about, but i hope this was interesting to you! thank you for asking :)

#palestine

[mouthfullofmunson]

Some perv!eddie thoughts because I’m too far gone

He’s been y/n’s best friend since the two were super young because her mom and his uncle dated for a little bit

And the bond never broke so they were always together

After years and years of friendship he has obviously seen y/n naked once or twice or a handful of times

He never really grew out of the way too horny during puberty stage so the second he sees a bit of side boob he makes up an excuse as to why he has to leave or something

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom, I think I’m going to throw up I ate too much candy”

“Can I shower? Im getting sleepy and you don’t want me all dirty while I sleep in your bed!”

“Oh fuck I forgot my old man wants me home soon…”

And when she wears a shirt with no bra he does everything in his power to get her to bend over at the right angle so he get to see at least see a little bit, hopefully nipples but that’s only if he’s lucky to be sitting at the perfect angle

And he “accidentally” grabs her tit while they are cuddling or somehow “accidentally” pinches her nipple he’s like “oh my god :( I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that 🥺”

And she just responds back with a smile and a “it’s okay, Eddie. I know you didn’t mean to!”

And if he sees her tits jiggle under her shirt while she walks… consider him dead (😔)

And when he gives her a kiss on the cheek it’s always a little closer to her mouth than expected but he needs to know how soft her lips are… for a friend he’s likes to call… his cock

He lets her have sips of his drinks when he gets a milkshake or a slushy when they are out together but he had to hold it for her and watch her open her mouth to wrap around the straw

And if it’s a thick smoothie and she has to suck hard lord help him

His mouth pops open and he watches her every move

And he gets out a little moan

“Oops, sorry. I’m probably taking forever.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Take your time.”

“It’s really good Eddie” she smiles at him with a little vanilla ice cream still on her lips. He just lets out a shaky breath and nods before he thumbs the ice cream from her lip

When she stays the night he waits for her to fall asleep so he can jerk off as quietly as humanly possible while sleeping next to her

And he would definitely steal a shirt or something to sniff while he jerks off because he wants to imagine that shes still with him

And if he’s staying the night at her house he absolutely refuses to leave her side so he won’t miss anything exciting, like when she showers. He makes sure to move her towel or let her forget to grab a towel if she doesn’t have any more stocked up

Just to see her peek out of the shower

And then when he gets a towel for her he just pulls back the shower curtain like “here!”

“I’m naked!”

“Oh yeah, I somehow forgot…”

And he tells her all his dirty fantasy just to see her face- making sure to leave out the fact that she’s in all of them

And sometimes he “accidentally” grids himself into her clit while they hug or cuddle and then he act oblivious to her frazzled state “I can’t get comfy:(“

And sometimes he just opts for laying his head in her lap and once the movie is halfway through he act like he’s asleep and turns toward her, rubbing his face into her lap, acting like he is stirring in his sleep when really he just wants his nose as close to her panties as he can get it

and when he sees her in a bikini… he’s done

He sits in the hot tub with her and rubs himself through his swim trunks until he cums

One hand over his cock, the other gripping a beer can

And if they are with some other people (maybe Steve, Robin?) he definitely pulls Y/n onto his lap and he’s like “sorry :/ they need some room so you’re stuck with me!!”

But she wouldn’t mind

And he would be freaking out over them only having the tiniest layer of fabric blocking them from touching where he wants to the most

and he so gets her to do the nasty stuff that middle school boys do

“Open youre mouth and pretend to shake salt, I heard after a second you start to taste it”

“I don’t taste anything?”

“Give it a second”

And he feels bad he’s such a perv toward his best friend but it feels so good to touch her, she hasn’t seem to mind or care when he does, so why should he stop if neither of them have a problem?

And he stops feeling bad the second she starts doing the same things back to him

Sitting on his lap and wiggling a little

Sitting next to him and going to rest her hand on his thigh but she accidentally touches his cock “oops, sorry, Eddie :/ didn’t mean to touch you there…”

Or when she gives him little compliments “you’ve got nice hands” and plays with his rings or compares hand sizes with him (when really she’s just trying to figure out how thick his fingers are so she knows how many to stuff inside of herself)

And when she changes in front of him and so conveniently has on her pretty panties, or she has to fix her bra straps and suddenly her tits are bouncing right in front of his eyes

And when she borrows a shirt it seems like she always returns them and exchanges them for another one the moment they don’t smell like him anymore

Let me know your thoughts!!

:)

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[judysxnd]

Hello! I love so much your work! I could do one about Pedro and the reader, after a night out, she is very tired (drunk) she can hardly take off her makeup or put on her pajamas, and Pedro helps her. cute things.

You always loved going out to party. Dress nicely, heavy make up, drinking, music loud, dancing, the list was long. You loved it even more now that Pedro would join you. It made you feel better and safer. It also made you more confident to drink more and dance more.

That's how you ended your night this time too. You didn't even know how you were standing or even walking, but you got back home. Well, we actually do know. It was Pedro. He did drink too, but not as much as you. He helped you get in the car, before sitting in the backseat next to you, in the Uber.

The entire way home you were giggling, trying to make a decent conversation, but kept forgetting what you were saying. If Pedro tried to touch you, you would sometimes reject him, telling him that you had a boyfriend, making him laugh. The Uber driver did look at him weirdly, and Pedro had to justify himself twice before actually showing him a picture of the two of you together, proving that you were actually together. That's something you would not remember, but Pedro definitely will, and you can be a hundred percent sure that he will tease you.

Once you entered your shared apartment, you ran to the fridge to grab an ice cream and sit on the couch to eat it. That's a weird routine you had after a party. You always ate an ice cream. But this time, you could barely eat it. No idea if it was because of the time, because of the amount of alcohol that was running in your body, but tiredness hit you right in the face as soon as you sat on the couch. Your body was falling deeper and deeper, your eyes slowly closing, barely licking the ice cream.

"Y/n" you heard Pedro call, but you were too deep in. You suddenly felt a pair of hands on your thighs. "Y/n" Pedro said again, making you open your eyes.

"Oh hi handsome!" you said "Did I wake you up?" he laughed

"I came back with you baby" you hesitated

"I drank way too much" he nodded "It's time for bed then?"

"Yep"

"Oh thank god! I'm so tired!" You got up

"Hold on, finish your ice cream first, then you have to take your make up and clothes off, and then you can go to bed" you stared at him, still standing

"that's a lot" he shrugged. He patted the couch so you could sit again.

You managed to finish your ice cream, so now you were on your way to the bathroom, walking like a zombie, struggling to stay awake. Pedro was following you closely, stopping in the bedroom to prepare your pyjamas for the night. He changed too, while you were busy in the bathroom, but he quickly joined you when he heard you groaning.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" he looked at you through the mirror as he arrived behind you

"It's too exhausting. Why do I always put that much make up on?" you said, throwing your fifth cotton pad in the sink, while you had still too much make up on.

"That's what I ask you every time" Pedro joked. He chuckled, but you just stared at him. "Alright, let me help you". He turned you around, making you face him, before grabbing another cotton pad and putting makeup remover on it. "Close your eyes". You happily did, dozing off while you felt the smooth pad touching your skin. You open your eyes when you felt a boop on your nose. You saw Pedro smile. "All done" he said.

"Already?" You were sad. It was feeling so good, lullabying you to sleep.

"It was long enough to me" he joked again, this time you chuckled too. "I put your pyjamas on the bed"

"The dress will be enough for the night" you said starting to walk out, but Pedro held you arm

"The same dress you could barely close because you bought one side too tight? Sure." he rolled his eyes "don't move" He went into the bedroom, and seconds later came back with your pyjamas.

"Pedroooo" you whined "I'm too tired"

"Arms up" was all he said, which you obeyed. He unzipped your dress, finally feeling all the air you could breath. How did you manage to go through the night with it? More specifically, how did it not break? Whatever.

In a few movements, your dress was on the floor, replaced by your pyjamas. Your oh so comfy pyjamas. You sighed like you did everything by yourself, which made Pedro laugh for a second.

"Thank you" you said

"Finally some recognition"

"Haha, I won't remember this so enjoy"

"Don't worry, I'll make you remember" he winked, you rolled your eyes. "Alright, let's get you to bed now"

"Finally" you let your body fall into his arms. He hugged you tight, kissing your head, before you pulled away running in to the bed. Laughing, he joined you.

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[mymelodymia]

so I was thinking like Christmas eve traditions with the schmidt family? And reader as the middle child, age...14 please

She/her. After the movie. Thank you 😊

Schmidt Christmas Headcannons // schmidt!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: christmas with the schmidts

Warnings: like 1 curse word, but I think that's it

Age: 14

A/N: this is my first time trying headcannons so sorry if this sucks

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>Christmas was always a great time of year

>especially in the schmidt family

>Mike would ALWAYS have something planned

>whether it was just sitting in a park

>or going to an amusement park (abby finally ate her dinner)

>he would always take you and Abby to see Santa at the mall

>and get ice cream ofc

>abby tried the "rainbow explosion" flavor

>which she indeed went crazy for 🤭

>you also opened one present on the night before christmas

>it was usually a small gift to sooth your excitement somehow like a necklace or pajamas to wear for the morning

>but it put the biggest smiles on your faces seeing them open the small boxes

>these little traditions was what made Christmas your favorite holiday

>you also watched "polar express" on Christmas eve while drinking hot cocoa before bed

Because my family does and cause I said so lol

>you all worked together on making the biggest snowman in the neighborhood on the front lawn

>this tradition ALWAYS caused arguments

"No your not doing it right"

"Abby no you cant use your bed sheet as a scarf"

"Abby, y/n get the biggest rocks and sticks you can find"

"Y/n i said a big stick not i fcking tree branch"

"This might even be bigger then last year! And the year before that! And the year before that! And the year before that!"

"Do you think its legal to use the neighbors oak tree as the left arm?"

"Im coollddd!"

"I cant feel my legs!"

"Have you ever wanted to stab someone with an icicle?"

*y/n chasing after abby with an icicle*

>and so on....

>you and Abby would always use Mike as your portable heater

>image after the whole snowman situation going inside to watch home alone and snuggle up against Mike to warm up

>he'd have his arms around both of you

>your heads resting on his shoulder or chest

>and obviously getting Vanessa a gift

>Mike getting her a hootie that he had soaked in his cologne for it to smell like him

I ship them so hard bro

>on the morning of Christmas abby and you would wake up as early as possible

>like 5 am kinda early

>you would both jump on him to wake him up

>but before you and Abby even looked at the presents, or the tree, or the half eaten cookies, you'd both immediately search for the elf on the shelf

>that abby and you named gingerbread

>watching you and Abby rip open your presents was literally Mike's favorite part

>seeing the joy on your faces

>you, abby, Mike, and Vanessa, would definitely have an ugly sweater competition

>you and Abby most definitely acted like spies when it came to Mike's presents

>at the end of the day before bed, you'd both lock each other in the bathroom so Mike couldn't hear your secret meeting

>he heard all of it

>it was either the fact that neither of you had a "whispering voice" or because he was sitting at the door with his ear pressed against it like a little kid

>but christmas was always a great time for all of you

>at dinner, you would all hold hands and say grace, including Vanessa

>this reminded Mike of his life before Garrett was taken

>which always ended up in him holding back tears and you and Abby secretly comforting him under the table or squeezing his hand or something

>he didn't wanna cry in front of his girl

>you'd all have a little town-drife-thru-to-find-christmas-lights-on-peoples-houses session

>once you were all home you'd cuddle and watching one last Christmas movie before bed

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A/N: AAAAHHH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING HEADCANNONS AND I LOVE ITTTTTTTTT!

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[candiedspit]

Banana Daiquiri

It was summertime; hot tango and swedish malt. 

I was twenty five, a lonely space cadet with no return mission. I floated through the mist of pristine, magic light. I wore a cocktail dress to the corner store because I could. Artificial diamonds shuddered on my wrist while a thousand hot words licked the walls of my mind every single second. I was very alive most days. 

For work, I took care of Gem, a bright seven year old whose favorite color was a carcinogenic green. The kid was mute. And in lieu of a proper schedule–some of the families I’d worked for before treated their children as hostages to time, every hour had a name–I was given the simple task of entertaining Gem until her parents got home from work. 

This meant long walks to the playground, afternoon movies, aquariums, library trips. I liked Gem. Her long sheet of blonde hair which ran down to her stomach and flew in the wind. Her penchant for worms and dirt. I could tell she knew more than I did, picked up on the subtle tones of the universe.

Each morning, I picked her up from her house and we headed out. Out to the avenues. Out to run out fingers along the brisk voltage of morning. Out to the world. It was the third week of June. It had been raining on and off for several days. But at last, the skies were clear and the sun was beautiful, dazzling rays falling to the ground. Gem held my hand. 

Gem, it’s a wondrous morning, I said as we walked. 

I held her backpack on my shoulder. 

It’s the kind of morning you could weep over, I continued. 

The kind you dream about when you’ve been inside for too long, marinating in all of your perceived misery piss. The kind you didn’t think you’d ever see again. But here it is. 

I love the summers most because every horrible thing you did in the winter is gone. Every tantrum. Every snarl. Every shard of glass. Gone, gone, gone.

Eleven blocks. 

We walked until we reached Gem’s favorite park, the one with the long, twisted slide and sprinklers and swings. Gem let go of my hand and ran to the swings. I sat down on a bench and drank from my water bottle. After this, we’d go to get lunch. Strawberry ice cream. Soda, sandwiches sliced down the middle. And then maybe we’d saunter down the boardwalk and play some of the games they have there. 

I’ve always gotten along well with kids. I think I understand them. The bossa nova of the world, each little thrill and dissapointment. How you can feel gladness singe your fingertips. How the sun shines for the first time every time. 

How confusing the grown ups are. 

After work, I usually went to my favorite bar or called the man I’m seeing. Or both at once. It depended on how tired I was, how long the day had been. That evening, I went to the bar. On third street, it was a run-down bar that never had more than twenty occupants. I sat at the bar and ordered my usual; a banana daiquiri. The bartend asked how my day was. I said it was fine and left the conversation at that. I watched the small television above his head. A newscast about the bombings in Turkey and gasoline prices. All things that didn’t touch me. The universe only existed as I could see it. I got one more drink, paid and left. 

On my walk back home, the skies were bloodied and vicious and beautiful. Clouds ate at one another like twins in the womb. I was wearing a long blue dress. I felt like taking off my skin. I wanted the wind. I wanted everyone to love me. The buildings seemed enormous, metallic titans left to rot in the ground after some fantastic war. I was living in the land of zero, the peace spread across the land like a woman on a bed. 

I got home too soon. 

✴

Gem stopped speaking at around three years old. 

It was January and outside, snow filled the gaps of the city like glue. It dawned upon her parents as syrup spreads across the table–the silence. No babbles through the hallways. No requests for sippy cup. No mama. When her mother would urge her to speak, she would look into her face with her insect green eyes, and then look away. Gem’s pediatrician said she would grow back into speech. Had something happened? 

Nothing happened, her mother said. Nothing has happened. 

Gem had always concerned her parents. During holidays–out on the white, dense beach in Spain or with her many spritely cousins at Christmas–Gem preferred to play alone. She could never look at the camera when pictures were taken. And she had this–her parents called it a habit–habit of doing a sort of kangaroo hop when she was excited or nervous or anything at all. Sometimes she wringed her fingers in and out of crooked fists. 

 But the speaking was different. When Gem’s mother told me, she couldn’t stop herself from getting choked up. 

It was like we lost her, she said. Whatever stupid hope I had that she was simply an eccentric kid, that I was the idiot for not understanding the way she saw the world, was killed. And replaced with the fact that we had something on our hands we weren’t prepared for. 

When they finally got the diagnosis, Gem was five. 

Often in these cases, early intervention was key; but also, girls were typically diagnosed later than boys. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. And what mattered was what her parents were going to do next. Therapists moved in and out of the house like business men on a train. Occupational, speech, physical. 

But in the summertime, she didn’t have access to therapists. All she had was me and our little ventures into the world. I hoped I was doing good by Gem. That sunflower kid. That cartoon heart. All I could do was try to guide, be her compass in a dark terrain. 

I liked living two lives. 

One where I filled in the gaps and another where I fell through them. 

✴

Sometimes, I have strange thoughts, I told him. 

I was in the bed of the man I loved. And I was sure he loved me too. At least, at that moment. He was five years older than I was. But he was fun to be with. I liked spilling out in the dark with him. I liked his giant hands over mine. I liked surprising him.  

What kinda thoughts? He asked. 

I know what other people are thinking. I know what everything means. There’s an ultraviolet shimmer to the world and I can see through it, I said. 

It’s hard to explain, I continued. Happy neons. Dark, frustrated movements. An elevator dropping to the basement. How do you explain a yard to a kid kept in the attic? 

You’re a freak, he laughed and kissed my head. 

He didn’t understand. 

✴

I sat out on his balcony–he was one of those people who had balconies but never used them–at the end of a gigantic, African cigar; one of his favorite pastimes besides television. And me. It tasted like midnight, a rough kind of bark. Ash. I liked letting the smoke out so that it floated above the city like a warning of sorts. Beware, there are people who say they love you and don’t. Beware, there are peep holes even in Heaven. I was high on a pill he’d slipped into my mouth, something small and pink. In combination with the tar and the night air and the fact that I was naked, I felt like a kerosene bomb. I felt like a laughing serpent. A dirty thrill. I began to speak out loud, beneath my breath so that nobody could hear me. 

Not anyone besides you. 

There aren’t many people like us, I began. Not everyone can see the mess, the vomit and slashes of graffiti and stray dogs and doom, and smile. Not everyone can see that there are fairgrounds in a warzone. Not everyone can touch the music. Not everyone can hear the light from miles away. But we can, Gem. I think we are gods.

I think we are poets.

#my poetry #fiction

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When I'm with you I don't look at the time

Steve Rogers X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - Hii! I was hoping I could request a drabble with Steve Rogers following the following prompt; "just both of them being in absolute awe of each other. how did i get so lucky" with either a gn or male!reader? 🥺

You and Steve are out just spending time together. You and Steve ate dinner at the mall, and now you are at an arcade with Steve.

“So people just follow the arrows?” Steve asked.

He is asking about Dance Dance Revolution.

“It's fun. But yeah, just follow the arrows but everyone looks at the floor most of the time” You said.

“Let's try it,” Steve said.

“You don't seem the type who would dance in a game,” You said.

“I’m not that bad” Steve giggled.

You laughed and you still think he is a bad dancer. Steve went to get quarters then he starts the game, you and Steve agreed on a song. The game starts, and you and Steve are doing badly but you two are making each other laugh. You and Steve didn't pass level one but you played again with him. You and Steve did play other games together and tried to get many tickets for the big prize.

“I think I can beat the Rubik's Cube,” Steve said

“If you say so,” You said.

“What you don't like your bobblehead dog?” Steve asked.

“I like it,” You said.

Before going home, you and Steve went to get milkshakes.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

It's Natasha’s birthday and Tony made it into a big deal, which she hates. There is cake, food, and drinks and some bought gifts for her. Somehow, Tony encouraged everyone to do karaoke.

You and Steve went to do karaoke together, and you are having fun. You didn't know the song and Steve made some lyrics along the way.

“It's cute how they are bad at karaoke but they are having fun,” Pepper said.

“Just both of them being in absolute awe of each other” Bucky said.

“I like them together,” Tony said.

“Me too. I need another beer” Natasha said.

After doing karaoke, you are outside on the balcony. Steve has his arm around your waist and he got you a drink.

“Thanks, I needed something to drink,” You said.

He gave you a peck on the lips.

“Same. I had fun doing that” Steve smiled.

“Me too. But I won't do it again” You said.

“I think you would do it again” Steve smiled.

He kissed your forehead then you go back to the party with him.

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You and Steve went out to eat. But got food at a taco truck and sat down at the table area. While eating Steve puts hot sauce on his tacos

“Come on, Y/n try it on your tacos,” Steve said.

“No not my tacos” You smiled.

“I won't put a lot,” Steve said.

He did put a little bit and he starts to eat his tacos.

“How did I get so lucky,” Steve said.

“My blind date didn't show up,” You said and smiled.

“I’m glad he didn't show up,” Steve said.

You and Steve kept eating and talked about everything. Later after eating tacos, you and Steve got ice cream. Steve takes a bite of your ice cream and you are in shock then he kissed you on the lips.

“Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I forgive you,” You said.

“Oh, don't worry I can make you forgive me,” Steve said.

“How?” You asked.

“I just have to cuddle with you,” Steve said.

“You can't be serious,” You said.

“Oh, I am serious Y/n. Just wait until we go to bed, you will forgive me and cuddle. I know you so well” Steve said.

“Shut up” You jokingly said.

He is right and he can't stop smiling about it. After eating ice cream, you and Steve went home and then changed into pajamas. You did cuddle with Steve

“I told you!” Steve laughed.

You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Go to sleep” You laughed.

He gently moved your hand then he starts to kiss you.

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[11:56 pm] 

(cw: mentions of alcohol and throwing up)

This was not how you had imagined your night going at all, holding back the hair of your best friend while she threw up into the bushes outside a frat house. She had convinced you to join her at the party, to let loose with a few drinks, and dance until your feet were sore. What you would have preferred to do was curl up on the couch with her brother, but well... you couldn't really tell her that.

You met Renjun through Rena during your university orientation, she was bubbly and charismatic with a big smile on her face while she gushed about how excited she was to be your roommate and become best friends. It was impossible not to love her immediately. Renjun, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was quiet and reserved, he had taken a while to warm up to you, but he had become one of your best friends in your three years at university together.

Nights when Rena went out or was busy led to you and Renjun hanging out alone, sharing your secrets, finding common interests, and joking around with one another. It was really inevitable that it would evolve into something more, but things were still somewhat new and you both had no idea how Rena would react. She was your best friend, but she was his sister. You both didn't want to ruin anything until you both felt like she would be ready, but school kept throwing things your way and telling Rena just got pushed aside more and more.

You wished more than anything that you were wearing something warmer too, Rena had pulled a sleeveless shirt over your head and told you that the dancing would be enough to keep you warm. Clearly she hadn't planned on spending so much time outside.

"I'm calling Renjun, we need to get you home," you sighed, pulling your phone from your pocket.

"No! You can't, you know he hates it when I drink like this," she whined, until she gagged again.

You rolled your eyes, "We can't walk home right now, it would be safer if Renjun came to get us. I'll protect you from his anger."

She sighed before she agreed, finally slumping down against the fence before you heard her mumble something about wanting to squeeze you with a hug, but you were busy dialing Renjun's number.

He definitely wasn't happy to get this specific kind of call, but he knew the drill and he knew his sister. So even though he grumbled and complained, he still showed up 10 minutes later to pick you both up.

You both hauled Rena into the backseat, and began the journey home listening to Renjun's threats to not throw up all over his seats and how unbelievably disappointed he was to have to pick Rena up drunk and sick yet again.

"Whatever Junnie, you need to bone someone and get that stick out of your ass. Now, shut up and let me sleep," Rena groaned. Within seconds she was snoring against the window. Little did she know...

"Are you seeing who you chose over me tonight? Did you have fun seeing her puke up jello shots and lose at beer pong three times in a row?"

"She's my best friend, I have to make time for her. Couldn't tell her I was ditching her for her brother, and you know she had a rough week," you explained, pulling Renjun's hand into your grasp to intertwine your fingers.

He sighed, he knew you were right, "Still missed you tonight. I started craving that Thai place you like, but I knew you'd kill me if I ate it without you. Want to grab lunch there tomorrow we can try that ice cream you've been wanting after."

You had to suppress your absolute adoration. Renjun was so kind and considerate, he was the best guy ever. You were positive that if your eyes could become hearts, then they would surely be hearts right now. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, "Sounds perfect, baby."

You played with Renjun’s fingers as his playlist played softly over the speakers. It only took a few songs for you to recognize that it was one of the many playlists he had made for you. This one was soft songs that were perfect for midnight drives or slow dancing in the kitchen. If you could lean over and kiss him right now, you would. He was just so perfect. It was impossible to imagine anyone better fit for you than Renjun.

“Baby?” You asked, receiving a hum in response, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

The car swerved slightly, you had caught him off guard. He felt his face flush and his heart race, but he knew. He knew it from the moment he first spoke to you. “I’m falling-”

Rena groaned from the back seat, her eyes snapped open, "You gotta pull over Jun, I'm gonna puke."

-

a/n: i’m baaaaaack! I got busy with homework one week and then I got covid, but I’m here now and admiring how pretty Renjun is in the header

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [32]

chapter thirty-two, act four: somebody else

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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.

October 18th 2016

Adam smiles to himself, watching the huge grin on Tommie’s face as she and her grandfather walk ahead discussing the newest Star Wars movie that’s coming out.

Their nan is beside him, they walk in silence back to the tour bus. Adam looks between his grandparents a few times trying to think of the best way to say what’s come to his mind.

Maggie sighs and looks at him in the corner of her eye, “What Adam?”

“Hmm?”

She raises one of her dark eyebrows, “Tell me what you’re trying to tell me.”

“Why are you guys actually going home?” He asks.

Adam’s not stupid, despite having a lot of the same characteristics one thing he inherited from their maternal grandparents was his observation skills. Whereas Tommie inherited her paternal grandparents' naivety. 

Maggie sighs watching as Tommie skips ahead with Button, Thomas watching on with that proud fatherly look he saves for only her.

“It’s come back.”

Adam pauses, he stares at her, for too long and she nods slowly, “Doctors gave him a year.”

“It’s back?”

She nods, “He wanted to come see you one last time.”

Adams shakes his head, “We- we can stop the tour, I mean, we have money now, nan, we can pay for the best treatments, get him private-”

Maggie shakes her head, “You know he won;t let you do that-”

“What about Tommie?” He asks, “This will break her.”

Maggie keeps quiet, looking forward and Adam shakes his head, “Nan…”

“We’re not telling her-”

“You have to.”

“I want to.” She says honestly, “I want to give her the chance to say goodbye, the chance to be with him, she didn’t have that with her mother. I don’t want to keep another thing away from her.”

“But he won’t?”

She nods slowly, “He refuses to.”

“He was never able to hurt Tommie.”

“Hurt her? This will kill her.”

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Phoebe’s dyed eyebrow is raised higher than usual as Tommie sighs blissfully and wraps her in a hug.

“Uh, you okay?”

“This has been the best day ever.” She grins, bending down to twirl Max around and kiss his little head, “Went for ice cream with nan, Granch and Ads, had a Star Wars marathon, drank a shit ton of dr pepper, ate pizza and even watched all the prequels.”

Phoebe smiles, “We still going to that party?”

She nods quickly, “Oh, fuck, I forgot.”

Phoebe shakes her head in an adoring way as she laughs, “Of course you did.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Raid my closet, I’m planning on wearing the black dress laid out on the bed so don’t have that.”

“Thanks,” She kisses her cheeks as she passes through her kitchen, “Life saver, love you.”

Phoebe hums, shoving some crackers into her mouth as she shares with the two dogs.

“Is Caleb picking you up from here?”

“Um, think I’m meeting him there, can I catch a lift with you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommie settles on a long white and green summer dress that’s been folded and pushed to the back of the American’s wardrobe.

When she steps out, hair let down from the half up hair do it had been in and her docs on Phoebe makes several comments on how good she looks and how lucky Caleb is to have her that causes a blush to rise up her cheeks.

“I forgot I had that dress, you can keep it?”

“Really? I love it.”

Phoebe hums, “Thrifted it when I was in high school, I wore it to a wedding.”

“White to a wedding?”

“It was an aunt who was mean to my mom once.”

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Caleb smiles leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hey, babe, took your time.”

“You having fun?”

He nods, “Get yourself a drink, I’m going to go talk with some friends, catch up with you in a bit.”

Many drinks later, when Phoebe had decided to call it a night and half the party goers had left Caleb was still in some corner with some guys and Tommies sat nursing a double vodka-red bull on a sofa alone.

The sofa dips beside her, a pair of feels landing on the coffee table where her doc martens rest.

“You look as bored as I feel.”

Tommie’s eyes drag up a pair of tanned legs, up a pretty silver dress and land on a mop of dark curly hair.

Her eyes shine brightly as she smiles, assessing Tommie in the same way, “I’m Roxanne.”

Tommie’s mouth opens a few times until she clears her throat and shifts so she’s sitting upright, “Tommie.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommie.”

“Yeah, you too.”

She smiles, pretty teeth revealed once more and Tommie swallows thickly as she watches her lift a fruity drink to her lips.

“Nice night, huh?”

“Beautiful.”

“You look like the moon.” Tommie winces, shaking her head but Roxanna laughs and she internally groans, or moans, she can’t exactly describe the feeling in herself right now. But she does it because even the woman’s laugh is beautiful.

“Thank you. You look like a star.”

Tommie grins at that, she hates the sun, it burns, it’s too warm and she hates when it gets in her eyes.

Stars are beautiful, not always seen but always there.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you, but I can get you one… if you want?”

“I’m good, still got this one.”

“What do you do?” Tommie finds herself asking.

Her heels click as she drops them back to the floor, she shifts and pushes herself back into the sofa, “I own a clothing line.”

“That’s cool.”

She nods, “Yeah, it was my mother and I’s dream to design clothes when I was a kid.”

“You get into it together?”

She hums, “I draw she sews. We make a good team. What about you?”

“I play guitar,” She says, “I’m in a band… I write sometimes too.”

“With your mom?”

“Uh, no, no… my childhood mates.”

They talk for a bit longer… until early hours of the morning, tucked away in the lounge away from the party.

She learns she’s from San Diego, and moved to LA when she was twenty-one a couple years ago. The business took off and they went from a t-shirt company, to a clothing brand partnering with all different celebrities here in LA.

Roxanne’s silver ringed fingers brush hair from Tommie’s face to see her better, she’s just made a comment on how the guys in the music industry in LA rival the childishness of frat boys and Tommie’s drunken mind had found it incredibly funny. Head tilted back on the sofa as she gasps for breath.

Roxanne smiles again and lets her hand rest against her collar bone for a few seconds.

Tommie goes quiet when the fluttering in her stomach is revealed not to be the alcohol like she’d assumed but a swarm of butterflies.

She wets her lips and her eyes soften as Roxanne goes on to tell a story about a guy she hooked up with who was a bassist and gave horrible head. Tommie’s about to butt in with a story of her own when they’re interrupted.

“Hey, Babe.”

Roxanne smiles as she stands, long slender arms wrapping around an equally as beautiful man, “Hey, honey.”

Tommie’s smile slowly fades as she watches them get off for two minutes too long.

Roxanne pulls back and looks down at her, “This is Tommie.”

“Hi.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

He turns back to Roxanne and she sends an apologetic look over his shoulder to the younger girl, “Ready to leave? I’m exhausted.”

She nods, leaning beside Tommie to grab her purse, her hand brushes against the skin of Tommie’s thigh exposed by the slit in the dress.

Tommie’s face flushes at how quick warmth spreads between her legs and she gulps as she clenches her thighs together.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around again?”

She nods, “Hopefully.”

Caleb passes by them, exchanging friendly words with Roxanne’s boyfriend who he seems to know, he leans down to kiss her lips, “Making new friends?”

“Yeah… yeah, new friends.”

“Ready to go?”

His hands land on her waist and she finally drags her eyes away from the silver dress to his, he leans forward to kiss her deeply and she finds herself pulling away, “I’m too drunk to do anything tonight.”

He nods, “You don’t need an excuse, babe, if you’re not up for it just tell me.”

She nods, “I want to, I’m just drunk and don’t want to spew on your dick.”

He laughs with a nod, “Okay.”

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Because this chapter is so short here's a sneak peak of the next one

“One minute.”

“Tom…”

“One minutes to explain or I start hurting people-”

Adam sighs, “Tommie, just wait until Matty’s better-”

“What the fuck is going on!”

“He OD’d.”

Adam and Ross’ heads snap towards George who shrinks back into his seat slowly.

They’d kept it a secret. The three of them. For four fucking years. 

Then George had to open his big gob at the wrong moment.

“George!”

“What?”

“It’s about time she knows!” George defends himself. “I’m tired of keeping this secret if he’s going to be doing this to himself again.”

“Again?”

She pauses, looking around the three of them, “What do you mean aga- again? What do you mean George?”

He stays silent, eyes looking down, “George? G, what do you mean again? Again? Again what? Another OD? This happened before? Again? A-Again? Ads? Again? Ross..? What does again mean?”

She steps back, brows furrowed, breathing uneven as she looks between them all.

Adam stands slowly from the settee, hands outstretched, “Tommie…”

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OMG GUE SUNG CHO IMAGINE WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT OMG IT WOULD BE SO SWEET PLS MAKE IT

A/N: I saw this an immediately gasped. This man would be so wholesome!! This has not been proofread as I wrote this during a class break, lol.

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"Aunt Y/N, can you give me the salt?"

You smiled as you handed one of Guesung's nephews the salt shaker, helping him to add a suitable amount to his food before placing it back down next to you. You had gone out with Guesung and his niece and nephews, deciding to end the long day with some dinner.

"Here, baby," Guesung placed a thick piece of steak onto your plate before starting a new one. You thanked him, cutting a piece before holding it to his lips. You knew he hadn't eaten yet since you all came to the restaurant, focused on cooking the meat instead for everyone. He accepted it, humming as he chewed it. "I want one too, Aunt Y/N~"

You laughed softly, cutting up pieces of your steak for them as Guesung scolded them softly for not eating their own food, but instead asking for yours. His niece and both of his nephews loved you to bits, even a bit more than Guesung. That meant that they were very possessive of you, so you weren't able to do anything with Guesung without one of them trying to push their way in between you and him. You fed the kids, enjoying how sweet they were as Guesung placed the newly cooked steak onto your plate.

"Eat up, Y/N. You haven't really eaten all day," he placed his hand on your thigh as you ate, his thumb comfortably rubbing your leg as he finished cooking the food. You rubbed his back, thanking him for cooking as the table quieted down as everyone focused on eating.

You didn't know why, but you weren't fond of any food at all today. All of your favorites were making you sick. Throughout the day, he offered you many things to snack on, pouting whenever you declined. He even got you a big bag of cheese-its, which is your favorite. So, after dinner when you declined to get ice cream, he knew something was up.

When you got home, you suddenly paused as you felt an overwhelming craving for those cheese-its he had gotten you, which were in the car. You found your husband getting ready for a shower, stopping him as he removed his shirt. "Can you go grab those cheese-its?" Guesung paused, asking why you couldn't get it yourself. You gently wrapped your arms around his bicep, offering him your best puppy eyes, making him sigh. He put his shirt back on before making his way to the car, getting the food before handing it to you.

He noticed how clingy you had gotten lately as well, using your famous puppy eyes whenever you asked him to do anything. He wasn't complaining as he loved to have you close, but he was worried about you.

Guesung took you with him to train in Spain since you could work remotely, hoping to see why you changed. When you weren't with him, you were with the other significant others going around town. You hadn't thought anything about how you had been acting as of late until one of the other girls mentioned it. "Maybe you're pregnant?" you almost dropped your drink, declining the idea immediately. There's no way you could be, especially because you hadn't had sex with him in a few weeks. "You never know, Y/N, until you take a test." You nodded, realizing that may be the reason that you may have been acting differently.

You popped into a nearby convenience store to grab a box of tests before heading back to your shared place with Guesung. You hid in the bathroom, taking 5 before turning on a timer, sitting down on the tub as you waited. You weren't nervous about it coming out positive; in fact, you were excited. You had seen how happy Guesung was when he spent time with his nieces and nephews, so you weren't worried about how he felt about having kids.

"Baby? Are you in there?"

You jumped as Guesung knocked on the bathroom door, quickly placing a towel over the tests before he could open the door. He smiled as he kissed your forehead, now unfazed by your nervous appearance. You smiled, wrapping your arms around your his sweaty body, looking up at him. He looked down at you with so much love, kissing your forehead once more as your phone's timer went off. "Are you timing yourself using the bathroom or?" he chuckled, making you stuff your face into his chest. You turned it off before asking him to go wait in the bedroom, gently pushing him out. He now looked worried, asking if you were alright. You nodded, saying that you just needed some privacy. He obliged, closing the door behind him as he left to go sit down on the bed. You took a deep breath as you checked the tests, smiling as you noticed that they all came out positive.

You were pregnant.

You picked them up before making your way out to where he was sitting, taking in his caring appearance. When he noticed you approaching him, he sat up, wrapping his arms around your thighs. "Are you alright, Y/N? If you don't feel well then we can go to-"

"I'm pregnant." He paused at your words, his eyes widening as you showed him the tests. While you thought you should've waited and told him in a cute way, you were satisfied with telling him this way. He took a second to look over the results before leaning forward, kissing your stomach. Everything you had been recently doing now made sense; how clingy you were being, your rapid change of food preferences.

He tried to stop himself from crying, squeezing you tightly as he could, repeatedly kissing your stomach as you run your hands through his hair. You could tell from how he was acting how happy he was like you knew he'd be.

"Are you alright, baby?" you rubbed his back comfortingly. He at first didn't say anything before whispering "we're going to have a child of our own...a baby." You could tell he was on the verge of crying, which made you cry. He smiled as he stood up, kissing you lovingly as he picked you up, placing you on the bed as he held you close.

"I love you, baby. And you," he leaned down to whisper against your stomach "I love you so much. I can't wait to meet you."

~ <3 ~

"Baby, I couldn't find the ice cream you wanted."

You pouted as you waddled over to him, rubbing your stomach as he took out the groceries. He apologized as he kissed your forehead, rubbing your stomach before he handed you the ramen you had been searching for. Your eyes lit up as he offered to cook it for you, ushering for you to rest back on the couch. "Love has been making me crave it so much. Besides ice-cream and that ramen, that's all I've been wanting to eat."

The day after Guesung had found out you were pregnant, he began to call the baby "Love." Whenever he talked to your stomach, he would always say "Hi Love, it's daddy." He would read to your stomach or talk about his most recent soccer game. He even had a pillow he would place on your lap while he talked to the baby so you could run your hands through his hair. You thought it was so cute and the sweetest thing you'd ever seen.

He was keen on taking good care of you and your baby, having you rest more than you usually would. He would go out in the middle of the night to get your cravings and would always bring you any food you requested while he was out training.

"Be careful, baby. It's very hot," He placed the ramen down in front of you to give it time to cool down, leaning down to kiss your stomach. You relaxed as "Love" kicked, happy to get some attention from Guesung, making him smile. "Love is awake, baby," you placed his hand on your stomach, watching as the kicks moved toward his hand before calming down. Guesung's smile grew wider as he spoke softly to the baby, hoping to help the baby calm down so you didn't feel the harsh kicks. "I think Love is going to be like daddy and be a soccer player," you laughed, wincing as the baby did a harsh kick. Guesung kissed your stomach, asking Love softly to calm down, rubbing the area. "I hope so. I think Love is a girl, though."

You ran your hands through his hair, asking how he knew. He only shrugged before saying "I just have a feeling."

Well, his feeling was correct.

"Look at her little nose!" you turned in your hospital bed as Guesung showed his soccer team D/N, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He had a proud smile on his face as she sighed cutely, everyone's heart melt. When Guesung noticed that you were awake, he made his way over to you, kissing your forehead before placing D/N next to you. "She looks as pretty as mommy does."

Guesung kept that same attitude as D/N grew up, helping you the best he could, whenever he could. You had to admit that D/N was a bit of a daddy's girl, clinging to him whenever she could. You didn't mind, though; it was cute to see D/N and Guesung all snuggled up together.

And soon enough, she turned 5.

"Mommy! Daddy's coming!"

You held D/N up as Guesung and the rest of his team came rushing over after the game, all sweaty but happy with the win. Guesung picked up D/N as he kissed your cheek, then kissed hers when she pouted. "I won my first soccer game!" Guesung smiled as D/N told him about the game she had on Friday, his face showing how proud he was. That was another thing he was right about; she wanted to be a soccer player just like him.

When you all arrived back at the hotel, you put D/N to sleep while Guesung showered. She chose to sleep in the middle as she wanted to be in between you both, which you didn't mind. When he came out and saw her asleep, he felt his heart melt. His two favorite people in the world all snuggled up together; it was like a dream to him. He kissed you lovingly before slipping into the bed next to her, smiling as she snuggled up to him. "I'm so happy I met you, Y/N." You furrowed your brows as you met his eyes, smiling at how much love he had in his. "I got to marry you, and now you've brought D/N into the world...It's all I could've ever wanted and more." You felt your eyes well up as he kissed your cheek, his wedding ring clinking with yours.

"Daddy, you're being too loud!" you both looked down to see a slightly awake D/N pouting at you both for waking her up, making you laugh. "Sorry, we'll be quiet." You kissed her forehead as Guesung laid down fully.

#cho gue sung #cho gue sung imagines #cho gue sung x reader #cho guesung #~bambi

[tinydeskwriter]

Traitor: Who’s in My Bathroom

singer!reader

PART ONE

summary: just a little extra till part two. or, Y/n gets interviewed on her Grammy, her new record breaking EP, the end of her relationship with British Heartthrob Harry Styles, cheating, and her surprising pregnancy.  

word count: 2769

warning: angsty.

A/n: There is a especial participation by Hailey Bieber—because I love her—, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Dua Lipa, Gigi, Bella and Anwar Hadid are mentioned, Harry, Olivia and Jason too. This will kinda of put some light in how the break up happened, it’s Y/n version of what went down. On another note: you guys are giving me some amazing suggestions on who should be her next man, Michael B Jordan was a nice surprise, Chris Evans I kinda of imagined, Jack Harlow I wasn’t expecting, those three have been the most suggested and it's kind of even, I would like to throw in the mix Mark Ronson just because I find him pretty cute, he’s another known nice guy, and he’s in the music industry. et me know your favorite, and whoever shows up more is going to be the proud new man of a very gorgeous very talented Pop Icon.

Traitor Extra: Who’s in My Bathroom

“I think a lot of people probably want to know how we became friends.” Hailey said, they were making ice cream cookie sandwiches, all because Y/n had commented in their group chat that it was one of her biggest cravings during her pregnancy.

The singer was in a light blue linen top and long flow skirt ensemble with floral embroidery by Australian brand Fillyboo, a part of her pregnant belly adorably showing, her long hair in a braided crown and almost no makeup. She was impeccably beautiful with a maternal glow.

She was officially back in LA, and all the tabloids were reporting how she had bought a $20 million house in Chatsworth that formerly belonged to Frank Sinatra as her new home. 14 acres, two swimming pools and a sports court, with complete privacy and security, perfect for the Pop Icon to raise her baby in American territory. Of course, that was after reports that the 24 years old woman had bought a new £8 million home in London, close to Hyde Park.

“We met…it was through Gigi, and I met Gigi through Z, was it 2015? 2016?” Y/n looked at her friend, unsure of the right date. “It was right after the band went into a hiatus, and the guys started solo careers, I had just wrapped up my first world tour as a headliner, and we started spending more time in the States.”

At the time, she and Taylor Swift weren't really potential friends.

Y/n had met the singer around the time the older woman was dating Harry in 2012, and she and Harry started dating not long after Harry broke up with Taylor in 2013. It was safe to say that Y/n/n wasn't exactly welcome on the TS Squad.

Gigi ended up introducing her to her other friends, Hailey, Kendall, Kylie, and younger sister Bella, and they kind of became a group, with Hailey and Y/n naturally bonded over being the only ones not part of a sisterly duo.

“Gigi introduced you to the group...” Hailey nodded.

“We got really close because, well, Gigi always had Bella, Kendall had Kylie, we were the unpaired ones, and we kind of just started calling each other to hang out when we are in the same city.” Y/n commented with a smile, the sandwiches were ready. “This looks so good, you know this video is going to be just me eating, right?” The singer said.

Hailey laughed, lifting one of hers.

“Let's see if this tastes as good as it looks, cheers.” They smacked their ice cream sandwiches together as if it were a drink before taking their first bite.

Y/n moaned closing her eyes, making the blonde model laugh harder.

“That’s divine.” She looked at her friend. “I need to know where you bought this cookie.”

“As you are a very special guest, I made it myself.” Hailey said. “I’ll give you the recipe later.”

“I love you.” The singer said seriously, making her friend laugh.

They ate a whole ice cream sandwich for the cameras before Hailey went back to asking the questions.

“Recently there was the Grammy Awards.” The model said, eyeing her friend with a smile. “You took home five awards, being the most awarded artist of the night... how many Grammys do you have now, fifteen?”

Y/n had to contain the eye roll while Hailey contained the smile, Justin Bieber's wife knew exactly how many Grammys her friend had. How many times had they played around with the awards on drunken nights at the singer's house? Kendall and Hailey always came up with creative acceptance speeches that made the rest of the guests laugh themselves off the couch—Gigi had fallen off a high stool on one occasion—.

“Seventeen.” Y/n corrected with a small smile.

“And you also performed three new songs, Burned LA Down, Traitor and Good Enough, which are part of your EP Y/n Y/l/n Heartbreak Edition, Traitor became the most streamed song in the first 24 hours of release in Spotify's history... Which is really impressive, congratulations babe,” Hailey looked at her intensely, everything they were talking about had been discussed in advance. “The EP has a rather...melancholy theme.”

This time Y/n couldn't contain the eye roll at Hailey's subtleties, she had a smile on her face, which she knew wouldn't last long as they progressed with the subject. They were getting to the point where they needed to be. Y/n would not only talk about her successful EP, but also open up about the end of her relationship with Harry Styles. And she'd chosen Hailey, because she knew her friend would be empathetic, and stand by her corner, unlike everyone else who wanted an exclusive at the break up of the year —and boy, was Lia getting calls, radio hosts, tv hosts, even tell-all book deals—.

“We can be honest, the EP is about being cheated and left for someone else, and all the emotions and thoughts that come with that. Is pretty sad.” Y/n said with a small smile. “Some people talk bad about their ex on the internet, others write books, I'm a musician, I turned this painful experience into songs, I was surprised how fast the process was, it was therapeutic, I cried more than ever, everything was still very fresh in my memory.” She took a sip of the iced tea Hailey’s assistant brought her. “The ‘subject’ of those songs he’s not someone I was still getting to know when all that happened, it wasn't a brand new relationship, we've been together for nine years, we were engaged, we were renovating a house in London, we had plans to get married in 2022, we were trying to get pregnant.” The singer pointed to her growing belly.

“Did you suspect?”

“That he got into a affair with his much older director?” she asked with raised eyebrows, it was a rhetorical question, she knew exactly what Hailey was referring to. “No, I had no idea, we always planned our projects so that our schedules would fit around each other, Elvis was supposed to be filmed at the beginning of the year, but because of Covid, the filming was pushed to the end of 2020, he actually went with me to Australia, initially he was supposed to stay there with me until filming of My Policeman started in England this year, but then he joined this new movie project in September, because the original actor casted was fired, we were actively trying to make a baby, we talked about it, so it's safe to say the relationship wasn't on the rocks.” She made fun of what some blog ‘defending’ Holivia wrote. “He visited me in November, everything normal, nothing suspicious, nothing strange, we even talked about the plans for the wedding, my wedding gown was being designed by our friend, Alessandro Michele, that is the level of clueless about what was happening I was.” She gestured with her hands, a nervous habit. “It was a mutual friend of ours who first commented on their proximity, nothing even crossed my mind, I trusted him blindly, this is the man I am going to marry, I told this friend, I even defended her, can you imagine it? I went to dinner with her and her fiancé, I met her kids. I couldn't conceive of the idea that the two of them could be getting involved, emotionally, sexually or whatever…”

Harry and she had been having sex for the entire duration of her visit, no red flags had even hinted at what was to come. No text messages or calls at odd hours, no change in behavior, for all intents and purposes, he was still the guy who'd loved her since he was eighteen.

“When did you become suspicious?” Hailey questioned, because she already knew the story, she knew what was to come, and things only got worse.

“Her ex actually texted me by the end of November, she ended their more than a decade long relationship apparently out of the blue, and he was pretty sure something was happening between the two of them, and that's when I decided to talk with H, it was a video-call, and he completely dismissed the story.” She said with a bitter smile. “I already suspected I could be pregnant at the time, and this was the kind of news that is best given in person, silly me wanted him to be by my side when I took the pregnancy test, and a really small part of me was suspicious and wanted to see for myself what was going on.” Y/n controlled her own emotion by taking another sip of his tea. “What an idiot right? I wanted to surprise my fiancé but I was the one who got surprised.”

She could still vividly remember that day whenever she closed her eyes. She'd arrived in Los Angeles discreetly, James had given her spare keys to his Palm Springs house, and agreed to keep her arrival a surprise, he'd even commented that they should arrange to have dinner while she was in the country.

Hailey squeezed her friend's hand on the table in support.

“I got the key to the house he was staying in, it was another mutual friend of ours house in Palm Springs, we were engaged, we shared more than four houses, it was supposed to be a nice surprise, why wouldn't I get the key to the house he was staying, right?”

“Did you catch them both in the act?” the model asked wide-eyed.

She'd never heard the story in so many details before, and it was the first time Y/n herself was opening up to her, she'd learned everything from Gigi and Bella, not wanting to press the pregnant woman — of course, they had Y/n's permission, so  she didn't have to go on telling friend to friend what had happened—.

Y/n laughed lightly at her friend's expression.

“Not in the act, I didn’t caught them fucking, but she was there, it was too early to be a social visit, and she was only dressed in one of his shirts, I think you can imagine what they probably were doing before.” The singer shuddered just remembering the scene. “The best part? It was a DIY shirt I had sewn for him during quarantine...”

Hailey stared at her with her mouth open and eyebrows raised. “What a bastard! I’am sorry, but he is, and she is worthless… You know what? They both are garbage, stinking garbage.” She said the second part to the camera, Y/n almost laughed at how her friend—one of the sweetest and kindest people she knew—was so outraged for her that she called her ex and his current girlfriend ‘stinking garbage’. “What happened then?”

“She left, we talked, more like he spoke and I stood there without a reaction, I didn't know what to say, my entire world collapsed at that moment.” She said with teary eyes. “There was the guy I'd been with since I was sixteen, my first everything, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first sex, my best friend and the person I thought I'd marry, we had a life together, nine years when you're still in your mid-twenties is a long time, especially for this industry standard.” She took a moment to breathe. “And he’s saying a lot of things, and the only thing I can understand is that that's the end of our relationship, he wants to try new things, explore this new feeling, and in my head the only thing that translates is: you're not good enough for him.” Y/n accepted a tissue and dried the stubborn tears. “Two days later he was with her, they were a couple, officially dating, the same friend who first told me about them getting close called to tell me.” She learned that they were officially together because Glenne, not wanting her to be caught off guard when the news got out, informed her. “How can you claim to love someone and move on so fast? Cross that, he moved on when we were still together.”

The other woman shook her head in disapproval as some camera crew assistants dried their faces. It was difficult to exist and never have read an article about Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n, the it couple of the music industry, the British Heartthrob and the British Songbird.

“Did you tell him you thought you were pregnant?” Hailey asked, their hands still connected.

“At what point? After I had already being dismissed like old news? I left without looking back, I just wanted to cry for my broken heart and the death of my happiness in privacy.” Y/n boarded the first helicopter out of Palm Springs and back to Los Angeles.

“When did you confirm the pregnancy?”

“The day after he went public with her at his manager wedding, I was staying with the Hadid’s in Pennsylvania, I left LA and went straight to Zayn and Gigi, it got to the point that I could no longer ignore the very real possibility that I might be pregnant, I was positively panicking, I don’t have a family, so I would be completely alone if wasn’t for them, Zayn got in touch with Niall, they are both by my side when Gigi's midwife confirmed it and did my first ultrasound.” Y/n dried her face and tried to smile. “It was the most emotional and also the saddest moment of my life, naively I aways thought that I would have the love of my life by my side when I found out I am pregnant with our babies.”

“Have you tried to contact him after?” Hailey asked, even her eyes are watery by this point, the two were ignoring the cameras, just talking like they would if they were catching up.

“I tried calling once, as he wouldn’t reply my texts.” She said. “Niall insisted, but he was extremely cold, he spoke to me as if he had never loved me, as if I was nothing to him. He literally said we'd better keep in touch through our lawyers to sort it all out, he was pretty much talking only about the material stuff, because 'she' wasn't comfortable with the two of us keeping touch.” Y/n wiped away some insistent tears. “I didn't even recognize him, I was like, have I been drunk, have I been blind our entire relationship? This isn't the sweet guy I fell for. All kinds of thoughts and scenarios go throughs your head in a situation like that, especially when you are a overthinking: What if he rejected my babies? What if they weren't good enough, like I wasn’t? What if he got tired of them, like he got tired of me? What if he had other children in the future, and mine were never a priority of his? We see that all the time in society, and I didn't want to force my kids into that kind of heartbreak, It's better not to have a father than be constantly disappointed, and honestly, the person who broke up with me is not someone I want around my children, and let alone that woman.”

Y/n chuckled lightly as she remembered when she first met Olivia, then with Jason, when the entire cast went out to dinner at a nice restaurant on Sunset.

“Do you want to hear something positively hilarious?” She asked, Hailey just looked at her, a tiny smile. “When I first met her, during a visit to LA, we all went out to dinner, the whole cast, her fiancé was together, and we chatted most of the night, he's an amazing guy, Chris Pine too, so smart and funny, and when we'd got home, H... he was dying of jealousy because I confessed that growing up I had this massive crush on both Jason Sudeikis and Chris Pine.” The singer gave a sarcastic laugh. “He was jealous of a teenage crush, while he was probably already cheating on me with her.”

Hailey rolled her eyes.

“The male ego is toxic.”

“Do not tell me.”

“Changing the subject a little.” Hailey said with a smile. “You always use plural when mentioning your baby, this is a way of not giving away the gender, or...”

Y/n smiled genuinely big.

“I’am having twins.” She laughed as Hailey gave a squeal of joy and hugged her friend. “So far I think only Z, Ni, Gigi and Bells knew...I lie, Anwar and Dua too, they were there when Ni found out about it, and girl...that Irishman is scandalous.”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst

[reallyromealone]

Hi there, I wanted to request a second part for your a/b/o eddie munson fic where the reader is pregnant. The idea was eddie being protective of the reader and just helping reader around comforting him when he needed it. When the baby comes eddie is the sweetest dad and partner ever. Sorry if this not too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's cool. Thank you ❤️

Dude you're fine dw

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After (name) told Eddie he was pregnant the Alpha was far more protective, not letting (name) hold anything heavier than a cup and scenting him whenever he could and even bringing him to D&D nights or hosting them at their house to make sure his mate was in his line of sight.

Be also had Dustin and his friends help out whenever they could though he didn't really have to ask Dustin, the teenager was more than happy to help his older brother.

At the 21 week mark (name) felt his baby kick for the first time, dropping his glass at the sudden shock and thankful the cup was plastic as Eddie ran into the room in a panic "fuck! You ok?!" As the others ran out as well to see (name) staring at his stomach in awe "he kicked..." He said softly and Eddie stared back at him "he did?"

(Name) gently took his hands and placed them where he felt the kick and after a minute Eddie felt a little foot against his hand "holy shit..." Eddie was in awe as the others gathered around and (name) let them feel "whoa, that's a weird feeling" Lukas mumbled and (name) chuckled at his words "go sit down baby, we can clean this up" Eddie finally said as he got his mate another drink.

Something everyone noticed was Eddie maturing far more after he learned about his unborn son, still silly and playful but he was finally becoming an adult.

(Name) was wandering around the malls baby stores with Robin, looking at some clothes "oh god robin!" (Name) said with teary eyes as he held a tiny iron maiden shirt "He can match Eddie!"

"But (name)...look at this" Robin said as she held up a tiny Dungeons and dragons fuzzy onsie with various dice in them in fun colors "oh that's so cute!"

The two ended up leaving with both items and a few others, robin getting him out of there before he cried and lactated again.

"I wonder what he's gonna look like... I hope he has Eddie's eyes" (name) mumbled as he took another bite of his ice cream, the duo taking a break to let (name) rest his feet "all I can imagine is him coming out full vest and perm" Robin laughed and (name) snorted at this playfully.

When (name) came home he wasn't expecting the entire D&D club + Eddie's shop employees Yelling while they set up the baby room, Mike, Steve and Dustin arguing over where they should place shelves while Luke and Will helped Eddie put together frantically and growing frustrated at the stupid instructions.

"What's all this?" (Name) asked as the alphas and betas halted to look at the pregnant Omega and the pups god mother who were staring in a mixture of shock and amusement "babe! You aren't supposed to be back till four!"

"It's four thirty..." (Name) said softly as Eddie came up and immediately put his hands on the omegas belly "what's going on?"

"We were trying to surprise you with the baby room set up..." Mike said awkwardly as the men looked almost shy that they got caught "O-oh..well I can go back and you guys can finish!"

"Don't worry baby, just go relax... What's in the bag?" Eddie asked as he eyed the bags in Robin and (name)s hands and noticed the Cinnabon bag"I got some Cinnabon, you guys can come out and grab one if you like" everyone perked up at this and practically abandoned the task at hand "I also got some more baby stuff... I couldn't help myself!"

The blood and found family gathered in the small kitchen and ate, Eddie having (name) in his lap and his alpha instincts began showing as he fed his mate but no one commented knowing it was common for alphas to act like this with a pregnant omega, hell half the room struggled not to feed (name) who just looked almost dazed

(Name) was eight months pregnant as he waddled into the shop, greeting some people he knew as he carried Eddie's lunch, summer had begun and the shop was packed as the Satan panic had long died out.

Dustin and the others took a part time job at the shop, Eddie thankful for the extra hands while Max and Eleven came in every so often to annoy them.

"Dusty where's Eddie?" (Name) asked with a slight grunt while avoiding anything hitting his bump, the teens immediately swarming the Omega and taking the stuff of his hands "dude you're way too pregnant to be walking out and about! Eddie told me you're supposed to be resting!" Dustin scolded his elder brother who pinched him in turn "I have been laying down all day, he forgot his lunch and don't worry! Mom drove me!" (Name) said happily and got the teens to stop crowding him "baby? What are you doing here?" Eddie said as he popped from the back area, monitoring the board game area when he smelt (name)s sweet honey and (scent/scents) pharamones the second he entered the store even over the smell of b.o and teens who couldn't control their pharamones.

"You forgot your lunch, don't worry my mom drove me here" (name) said with a huff as he let his alpha hold him close "you should be resting" Eddie was constantly worried and Dustin noticed the look on his brothers face and took a step back.

He hadn't seen that look since the time billy tried to get into (name)s pants back in (name)s high school days.

"I sat all day! I'm fine!" He snapped back and Eddie didn't know what to do, (name) was never really the barky type of person more soft and up beat.

"I know baby but ---"

"I just wanted to see you and give you your lunch!" (Name) said as his anger shifted to sadness and tears welled up in his eyes.

This was something Eddie knew how to deal with, the omegas constant mood shifts were common at the munson household and gently he led (name) to the employee area and set him in his lap and began crooning and scenting the Omega to calm him down "shhh it's ok sweetheart"

"I-Im sorry Eddie, I'm a mess" (name) cried out as he hid his face in his alphas neck, clinging to him while Eddie rubbed his bump "it's on baby, it's hard on you"

Eventually (name) calmed down and Eddie smiled at him, the smile that made (name) fall for him.

"There's my angel" Eddie said softly as he kissed (name) gently "my shift ends in two hours, how about you get us some snacks and when I get off we can watch a movie and I rub your feet"

He could hear (name) purr at the offer and grind slightly against him only to get stopped "not here baby" ever since (name) got pregnant be was insatiable in more than one way and Eddie was kind of loving it.

"Later?"

"I promise angel, is your mom still here?"

"I think she had to go see my aunt..."

"Wheeler!" Eddie yelled out and Mike popped his head in "yeah?"

"Drive (name) to the store and then home yeah?"

Mike didn't bother arguing as he helped (name) out of the store, letting the Omega fix his hair instinctively.

It was 2 am when (name)s water broke, four days before the due date "EDDIE!" (Name) yelled panicked as his mate jumped up "what?!"

"He's coming!"

"Who? oh shit!" Eddie immediately went into action and got the go bag, helping (name) out of bed before the two managed to get to the car, Eddie driving like a mad man to the hospital only to get pulled over half way by Hop.

"Why the hell are you driving so fast?!" Hop asked incredulously as he flashed a light in "the baby is coming!" Eddie panicked and hop looked over to see an in pain (name) "shit--"

"Hop dismissed them and Eddie went back to driving to the hospital.

Due to being a male Omega (name) had a C-section, a little loopy from the pain meds he held his son close, a spitting image of Eddie, short curly brown tuffs of hair and those warm chocolate eyes "he's so small..." Eddie said softly as he gently touched the babes chubby cheek "our little pup..."

"God he's beautiful"

#stranger things x male reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

[fourphoenixfeathers]

How does Giratina get to taste ice cream for the first time in all of your au's

I think it is very important that the giant worm on a string gets to taste ice cream.

I don't know about all of my aus because Giratina only plays a major role in one of them...

But here's prophet and heretic au Giratina trying ice cream, with a bonus sketch of ceiling gremlin time.

This is kind of a continuation of my last heretic!Emmet oneshot here. Giratina is teaching Emmet how to make a rift so he can go to Sinnoh. No trigger warnings this time, just wholesome fluff! :>

(sorry if Emmet is ooc, i didn't drink my character juice)

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"I am Emmet," he huffed as he collapsed on his back. The swirling purple tear in space sealed itself shut the moment Emmet removed his hand, and he couldn't help his frustrated groan. "Was that one at least close?"

"Yes. It would have taken you to your intended destination if it were stable enough to last." Giratina's voice echoed in Emmet's head. Giratina had gotten a lot better at his volume control, and Emmet's head no longer protested in pain every time he talked. It was a small mercy, though. Emmet only traded the headache for the pins and needles in his fingers as Giratina taught him how to rip a hole through the universe.

Emmet wished that Giratina could just do it himself, but the denizen of the distortion world was terrified of breaking Emmet's body with his otherworldly power. Thus, Emmet had to slowly build up a tolerance as he learned it himself.

"Remind me again why I did not just take a plane," Emmet mumbled through breathless pants.

"A plane ticket will get you to your destination once. This skill is reusable. Besides, if Arceus will not return your brother to you, you will need this to make your own tracks."

Swords, he was right. As difficult as it was, Emmet would have to learn this sooner or later. That didn't make it any less frustrating, though.

"Let us take a break. That is enough for now." He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked around. "Giratina... Why am I on the ceiling?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Nope."

"Uh... I think it was the seventh attempt."

"Oh, I remember that one, yup. That was when everything started floating." The rifts tended to mess with the space around Emmet if he wasn't careful. There were a couple of broken mugs that could attest to that. "But why have I not fallen down yet?"

Emmet stood up and walked around. He was getting footprints on his ceiling, but this was too cool for him to care. He wished he had noticed it sooner so he could have enjoyed it more.

"In the distortion world, the laws of physics aren't as concrete. Some tracks run perpendicular to others, and some are completely upside down. I think it is rubbing off on you."

"Verrry interesting." Emmet hummed as he made his way over to the kitchen. He felt like having something sweet. He pulled open the freezer and pulled out the last pint of ice cream.

He wondered at the feeling of the tub suddenly gaining weight in his hand. It was like it flipped to match him when he touched it. That explained why his hat wasn't somewhere on the floor in the living room, at least. Now for a spoon...

He couldn't reach the silverware drawer.

Emmet sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before calling for Eelektross. All of his pokemon had fled to the farthest corner of the apartment while he was practicing rifts, but his trusty ace came when called.

"Hello Eelektross. I cannot reach the spoons. Can you please pass me one?" Emmet called down. He knew he could have figured out how to walk down the wall, but he was having fun. Also, the look on Eelektross' face was priceless.

Spoon acquired, Emmet opened up the pint and took a spoonful. It was vanilla. Ingo's favorite. For once, the reminder of his brother wasn't painful. Emmet was on a mission, and if all went well, Ingo would be coming home soon.

Emmet hummed as he ate his spoonful. It wasn't as good as dark chocolate or coffee flavor, but after hours of hard work, it hit the spot.

"What is this?" Giratina asked.

"Ice cream." Had Giratina never seen ice cream before? Probably not, if he had been trapped in the distortion world for centuries like he said. That was no good. "This is the first time I have eaten something since you became coupled to me, is it not? Can you taste this?"

"Unfortunately, no. While I am connected directly to your mind, I am not as connected to your body. It is like listening to a train that is several stations away."

"That is verrry sad. Here. How about you conduct. And you can have the ice cream." Emmet sat down and tried to mentally nudge Giratina forward.

He figured simply imagining himself stepping back wouldn't work, as visualization did nothing for the rifts he was trying to open. Instead, he tried to imagine how he felt when he took his hands off of the controls of a subway car and let the on-board computer take over. The knowledge that the train wouldn't crash without him commanding it.

Whether it was Emmet himself who triggered it or Giratina got the message, Emmet felt a bit of his awareness slip away. It wasn't as bad as he had feared. He was still conscious and aware, but everything was just a bit fuzzy. It felt like the transition from waking to sleeping, where everything was muted and cozy.

"I am Giratina." Words spilled from Emmet's mouth in a register far lower than what Emmet was comfortable making. "Thank you."

"No problem. Just enjoy your Ice cream, yup!"

Giratina wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't taste anything. Emmet only felt a whisper of cold and the barest hint of sweetness on his tongue as Giratina took his first bite. Emmet was sad they couldn't both enjoy it, but it was worth it for Giratina's reaction.

Giratina was speechless. Emmet knew the feeling, like words couldn't quite capture the intensity of your emotions. Instead, Giratina went back to expressing himself in pure thought, but with Emmet in the passenger seat, it didn't hurt like the first time they spoke. Emmet felt overcome by jittery joy, and he tried to flap the hand that wasn't holding the spoon.

Confusion rippled over their bond, and Emmet stopped. "Sorry. I did not mean to interrupt."

"It is fine. Did you want me to do something? Or did you want to conduct again?" Giratina questioned flatly, but Emmet could feel a hint of disappointment leaking from the other. Time to put a stop to that.

"I want you to try something. I like to do it when I feel happy. Maybe you will like it too." Emmet tried to move his right hand again, and Giratina felt the urge to move. He obliged, and he flapped his hand a few times at his side. Emmet could feel their grin grow wider as Giratina let out a giggle.

"You were right! This is nice."

Giratina finished off the rest of the pint with gusto, taking occasional breaks to bleed off excess energy into his hands. It was a little silly, but it was the fun kind of silly that made you want to laugh until your sides hurt. While Emmet couldn't taste much, he could feel Giratina's happiness as if it were his own, and that was enough for him. Emmet wondered what else he could get Giratina to try after they returned Ingo to his proper station.

Afterwards, they sat in companionable silence for a bit. Giratina soaked in everything his new senses could take while Emmet drifted.

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

"Emmet? Are you home?" The voice on the other side was frantic with worry. Oh no. Emmet hadn't checked his Xtransceiver all day, had he?

"Emmet. What do I do!" Giratina hissed. In any other situation, it would be hilarious to hear the legendary pokemon so scared, but Emmet knew that he wasn't one to talk. Elesa was going to be furious with him. As it was, Giratina was probably feeling Emmet's panic on top of his own.

"That is my friend Elesa. Tell her she can come in. She has a key." Emmet tried to calm both of them down. Judging by Giratina's hesitance, it didn't work all that well, but Giratina complied anyway.

"Come in!" He yelped. His voice was almost high enough to pass for Emmet's. There was a long sigh and the clink of keys from the other side of the door.

"Dragons, Emmet, answer your Xtrans!" Elesa opened the door and stopped cold as she locked eyes with Giratina. "Emmet? Why the hell are you on the ceiling!?"

Oops. They forgot about that. Giratina wrung his hands and scrambled for an answer, but the vocal tic he picked up from Emmet popped out first.

"I am Giratina! I mean. I am Emmet?" Giratina spluttered. He didn't even resist as Emmet brought his hand up and facepalmed.

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Anxiety snek go brrrrr~

I hope you liked it! Please let me know if there are any spelling errors or anything, I have no beta reader.

#fic #submas #emmet #giratina #elesa #prophet and heretic au #breaking: local danger noodle learns to stim while eating ice cream #i wonder what fun fantasy stims i can give these two #so far we have walking on the walls #rae art #rae writes

[miikishii]

To Hold the Sea | Ch. 3

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synopsis: a little bit of overtime surprisingly brings you peace.

warnings: ango being very sweet because that’s who he is. argue with a wall.

The time you spent getting yourself ready for the day put you behind schedule, but when you arrive at the office you see Ango must be too. He’s usually not late, but you brush it off as a side effect of his job. You make yourself something to drink while you wait. When he arrives, he doesn’t wait for Haruno to bring him in, he just busts into your office disheveled,

“Sorry! I was asked to complete something before I left, it was-”

“It’s fine, let’s just get to work.” His work is always overwhelming him, you understand.

“Thank you.” His body falls onto the couch heavy with stress.

The two of you try your best to finish before the work day ends given that tonight’s the deadline, but it looks like you’ll have to do some overtime.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t finish in time, it’s my fault.” he rubs his eyes and sighs,

“It’s fine, it’ll probably only be another hour.”

He nods and the two of you work as fast as possible, managing to cut it down to just half an hour’s work. The clock reads 5:30 p.m.; you’re getting hungry. As you’re packing up, your stomach growls you clutch it with embarrassment, Ango looks up at you,

“Would you like to get something to eat?”

“I just went out last night, I’ve been-”

“It’s on me, It’s my fault we worked late.” you pause for a moment, thinking it over.

“Sure.”

You finish tidying your office and Ango waits for you at the end of the hall. You walk down the stairs and to his car in silence.

“Where would you like to go?” he asks,

“I just had noodles last night so I’m not in the mood.”

“How about sushi?”

“That’ll be fine, the cheap place up the street?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

The rest of the ride is quiet. It’s not as awkward as you thought, probably because you both spent the day together and are incredibly tired. You’re seated across from each other. The place is small, but it’s cozy. You’ve been here with him before, many years ago. You stare at him discreetly through your menu, but he catches you and gives you a crooked look,

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

He looks back at his menu. You don't miss the way his glasses slide down his nose. Nor do you miss the way the low light compliments his charmingly tired look. He starts to talk to you about what he wants to get, you’re only half listening.

“What were you going to order? I don’t mind sharing.”

“Uhh, I was fine with whatever. I don’t mind sharing either.”

He nods. He puts in the order and sips his water, he has nothing to say, at least not anything appropriate for public discussion. You do the same, he laughs to himself. 

“Do we really have nothing to talk about?” he chuckles wearily

“I don’t think either of us cares for small talk.”

“Of course, but we could catch up.”

“What do you do for work nowadays?” You deadpan.

“Haha. very funny.”

The conversation falls flat again, he sips his water again to occupy himself.

“...How’s Dazai?”

“He’s fine. Not happy to accept your help.”

“I can tell.” 

“Since the agency offers us dorms he doesn’t live with me anymore.”

“Oh.” he tries to act uninterested

“He still stays over, though, says it’s comfier.”

“Mhm.”

The food arrives quickly and suddenly your hunger catches up to you. He merely picks at his plate, whether he lost his appetite or had none in the first place is unknown to you. While you aren’t paying attention he orders more of what you ate quickest, something only someone as attentive as him would do. It puts a smile on your face; you try to stifle it as fast as possible. He pays the bill without a word about it. As he’s driving you home, you contemplate your options. As he pulls up, you know your resolve is weak, but you act anyway,

“There’s some ice cream in my freezer, you’re welcome to come have some.”

He thinks it over carefully,

“Sure, thank you.”

“Well, you paid for dinner, it’s the least I could do.”

“Don’t worry about dinner, it was my fault we ran late.”

As you unlock your door you question your decision. You get out some bowls and spoons, and Ango sits down at your counter. You pass him a bowl and walk towards your couch.

“Wanna watch something?”

“Oh, sure.”

You put on a show you’ve already seen before and settle in. You don’t pay any attention to it. He’s close to you. He accepted your offer to come inside. You worry it was a bad decision, letting him in, going out to dinner, letting him back into your life. You missed him. But again, you remember the reason things ended, too.

note: was giggling and kicking my feet writing some of this.

#dazai x reader #ango x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango #bsd imagines #dazai imagines #bsd fluff

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

You and your partner are at a bar. You might have been invited, but you can't remember. All you know is that you had a couple of beers before you left, at your partner's instance, and now you're watching them chat with the person behind the bar, tossing wanton looks over their shoulder at you as if wanting to ensure that you're watching. Of course, you're watching. What else would you be looking at?

You're not drunk, or tipsy, but just a little warm, pleasantly so. You don't mind the loud music, pulsating warm bodies, or any other things that usually keep you away from bars like this. Partially because they invited you, but also because you're not entirely sober.

Plates get placed down on the table in front of you, making you jump slightly. A bartender smiles at you before she walks away. The plate is full of heavy, filling foods. Fried chips, greasy burgers served with bacon and cheese, multiple patties, an extra plate of nachos piled high with salsa and sour cream, and another plate that houses a large pizza dripping in grease.

For a fleeting moment, you don't think that you'll be able to finish it all, despite knowing that it's exactly what they want from you. But then there is weight against your back, and you smell their perfume, and they purr into your ear, "You're going to finish everything I give you tonight, and if you do, I'll make you feel so good."

You don't need any more encouragement. They put a glass of colourful alcohol down on the table, and you take deep measured sips. It's sweet, so sweet it makes your teeth ache, but you drink it down until you need to come up for air. The glass is already half-empty. You reach for the chips, and your partner disappears, leaving you to your own devices.

Throughout the night, drinks keep appearing on your table. Shot glasses filled to the brim and tall glasses with lots of ice and beers to wash the sweetness out of your mouth. You don't think about it. If you think about it too much, you won't be able to focus on the way you're slowly starting to forget how to sit upright, how you hardly remember to swallow before shoving more food in your mouth, how drool drips down your chin as you throw back the alcohol like it's water and swallow down mouthfuls of food without chewing. It all feels so good. Why would you ever want to stop?

You don't really notice when the cake gets brought in front of you, but you eat every slice with your bare hands, just like you've been eating everything else placed in front of you tonight. The thought of cutlery doesn't even pass through the fog in your mind. You're being a slob, embarrassing yourself in public. The dirtiness doesn't bother you- nothing bothers you at the moment. The room is swaying and the food is so damn good and all you want is more, more, more-

When they finally come back for you after doing who knows what for the rest of the night, you've finished all the food and finished all the drink. You're so full you couldn't stand if you tried, your hands permanently fixed on your swollen belly, and so drunk that you're having trouble remembering your own name. "Good, baby," they purr in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Somebody moaned. It might have been you. "Let's get you home, huh? We're not done yet."

They pretty much carry your entire weight out of the now too-small seat (you could have sworn that you fit in your seat against the table perfectly when you first sat down) and out of the bar. Your legs don't work, and you can't remember how to walk. What's your name? Where are you going? You're so full. You're hungry. They carry your entire weight- you're no help at all- and bustle you into the car, buckling you in. Your belly is huge. They have to move the seatbelt around the mass of you to buckle you in, and they caress your belly as they do so. You're so full. You can't even remember what you ate but you know it was a lot.

You don't know how long you drive, but when a warm paper bag smelling of rich, salty, greasy food is deposited in your lap with little more than a "Eat up, baby" you don't even think twice. You don't even open your eyes as you blindly shovel hot chips and burgers and nuggets into your mouth, barely bothering to unwrap them, moaning through a mouthful of food as each load lands in your already full stomach. Your parter laughs at you, sounding a little bit like they're far-away or underwater, and with the hand not currently on the steering wheel, they reach over and caress your belly, feeling its heft, enjoying its swell, loving how they can feel it grow more and more as you mindlessly shove fast food into your mouth. You need a drink. It's not enough.

You might fall asleep, but you don't remember. All too soon, you're being carried out of the car with hands under your armpits, and being dragged towards the front door. You try to help, but your knees give out from under you, and the ground won't stay in place, it moves and wavers and undulates, and you just want it to stay still damn it! You look down, and can't see your feet- your swollen belly is in the way. You might moan something- in pleasure, in pain, in frustration- but you can't be sure. You're too far gone for words, even if you could remember what the words were. They laugh at your struggle. Cooing as you cradle your belly like a pregnant mother as you continue your slow, aided, drunken waddle. You worry they might drop you- they don't drop you. They pat your belly, and mouth kisses against your neck, and it makes you swoon.

"Good job, baby," they rest a hand on your belly. How did you get inside? Why are you laying down? You vaguely remember another bottle being pressed against your lips earlier, more beer probably, cool and refreshing, and now you're laying down again. They're stradling you, their thighs bracketing you, their hands on your belly. Their hands are a blessing, a gift from god. They soothe any aches and pains you might have had, and they remind you of just how full you really are. It's amazing. "You've done so well. But we're not done yet."

You are too sloshed, too out of your mind, too black-out drunk to argue as the familiar end of the funnel is placed between your yielding lips, and your loving partner pours half-melted ice cream that tastes vaguely of brandy into your already engorged, bloated gut.

Not that you would have protested even if you could.

This reminds me of this ask I got a little while ago

*grabs you by the collar and shakes you around urgently* I don't know what to do with this! I can't do anything with this! I just read it, and then my brain short circuits! Everytime! Wires fizzle. Smoke comes out of my ears. What. What am I supposed to add other than -

FUCK YES

I'll tell you, I really, really wanted to add something to this because the last time I got an ask like this, I also just... couldn't. But. I still can't.

No thoughts.

No function.

I'm just thinking about how sloshy they'd be. Their dome of a gut completely full of alcohol and food - so heavy and bloated, barely staying attached to them, their abs struggling to keep them together. Stretched impossibly tight as they stumble and are barely able to hold their own body weight up; completely dependent on their partner to take care of them only for their partner to keep pushing them. Pushing and pushing despite their awe at how round they've become. Completely stunned over their capacity.

Their stomach.

The feeder can hear the way their partner's gut is sloshing and gurgling and... growling? Really?! Still growling? How are they still going? 😫😫

Then, when they finally get home and fall asleep, they're on their side with their bloated, overfull gut sprawled out next to them. It seems larger than they are. It doesn't look real. It's so tight. Taut and hot with pressure. They've stretched themselves so far. So, it's only fair for the feeder to help them reach their fullest potential. So, they go and get the ice cream and the funnel, weak at the knees with the thought of what's coming then fully collapsing forward onto the bed when their ballooned partner just opens their mouth with a desperate moan.

Maybe next time they'll be able to go further... 🥵🫣

(Thank you so fucking much for this peak horny perfection 🤤🤤)

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #stuffing #bloating #alcohol consumption #intox kink #beer bloating #funnel feeding