here's my edit with a moment that makes me breathless... it's too, TOO much tender i caaan't 💔👇🏼

Hii!! 😊Could you write one where y/n and taehyung are in a relationship, and y/n’s on her period and accidentally stains tae’s sheets, she then is very embarrassed and sorry and cries and taehyung’s there to tell that it’s okay lol.

Hello!!

aww this is incredibly soft, thank you anon for the request!!

word count- 1.1k

warnings- mention of blood but periods shouldn't be gross!!!

Enjoy!

You got home late from work, putting the key into the door and entering the quiet apartment. You had expected Taehyung to be asleep on the couch, as he usually attempts to stay up and wait for you, ultimately giving into sleeping.

When you had not seen him there, you gently called out his name, putting your coat on the hook and walking into the bedroom to see him under the covers, resting. poor baby, hes probably exhausted from practice today.

Tip-toeing into the room, you grab pajamas and head into the bathroom to change. You could have sworn you started your period as you took the bus home, cramps having you squeeze your hands into fists. You were surprised to see you hadn't. sighing, you figured your body is doing its irregular period thing, it likes to play tricks on you and make you panic when theres no reason to.

you take an Advil and decided to put on a thin pantyliner just in case, though you doubted it.

once out of the bathroom, the mattress dipped as you placed your weight onto the bed, sitting besides the sleeping boy. He mumbled and shifted over as you got under the covers before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, "I love you" he mumbled, still half asleep. You broke out into a wide grin, kissing against his neck. "I love you too, im sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep" you whispered, beginning to hear the sound of his light snores, alerting you that he indeed had fallen back into slumber. It wasnt too long after that you, yourself, knocked out.

-

Taehyung had been awoken to the sound of his alarm clock going off at 5am, he groaned and removed himself from you, reaching to shut his phone off. The room was still dark, only noise audible was the fan blowing cold air from the corner of the room. He took a moment to wake up before pulling the sheets back and stepping into the bathroom to shower.

When he flicked the lights on, his eyes drew down to his sweatpants which appeared to have what looked to be blood on them. He panicked, checking over himself to make sure he had not gotten hurt somehow. Once he confirmed it wasnt him, he walked back into the bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on, he nodded to himself once the explanation was clear.

He pulled the covers back, exposing the blood stain which you had been laying in. "ohh" he pouted and contemplated on how to approach this, not wanting to make you feel ashamed.

"baby..." he whispered, lightly tapping your arm. you mumbled something before falling back asleep, making him laugh. He shook you again, this time making you get up.

"what baby?" you groan, wiping your eyes and turning to look at him.

He didnt say anything yet, looking unsure.

"what?" you asked more seriously as you sat up.

he softly smiled, alerting you to the sheets below you, "look"

you quietly gasp. "what is this?"

he looks back at you before brushing his hand over your shoulder.

"I think your period started, baby" he sat on the bed and looked at you as he rubbed your back. "are you ok? does your stomach hurt?"

once you realized what had occurred, you looked down between your legs to see blood soaked pj shorts. Instantly, you were mortified.

your hands flew to cover your face, shaking your head. "oh my god...."

he gently stood, and thats when you saw it was on his pants too.

"tae!" you whined and felt tears begin to brew.

"its okay angel" he soothed, watching you begin to freak out.

"no its not! we just washed the sheets yesterday, and I-"

you wiped your eyes, "this is so embarrassing im so fucking sorry, go shower ill clean it I promise"

he came over and grabbed your hand, kissing your head. "stop apologizing, im not mad sweetheart, it happens"

"no but this is so gross"

he shook his head and walked over to the other side of the bed, helping you up. "its okay, you cant help it" he whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist gently, swaying you.

you sighed as you pulled away, watching him begin to strip the sheets off, "noo, you are gonna be late!" you whine, making him laugh. "I think they will be ok if I come in a few minuets after"

you are quick to push him away, but he spins you around and cups your face. "you are making a big deal out of something that doesnt need to be a big deal" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "just wait here, Ill set up a bath and get you some medicine. do you want tea?" he asked, looking back at you as he gathered the sheets and piled them by the door. You were in shock at his attentiveness, feeling shy.

"yeah?" he asked

"yeah....tea would be nice" you whisper as he leads you to the bathroom and started to fill the tub with water. "just relax ok?" he kissed your hand.

you nodded as he left, allowing you to step into the warm tub, instantly feeling better as Taehyung tended to the laundry, putting new sheets on the bed.

he came back a few minuets later with a cup of tea and fruit, putting it on the little stool he built for you because you often liked to have your laptop to watch tv as you took a bath.

"thank you" you mumble, "im sorry again" you look at him as he kneels on the side on the bath, his hand running through your semi dry hair. "shh, i promise, its ok" he smiled and handed you Tylenol.

you took a few sips of tea as he sat patiently. "do you want me home today, sweetheart?" he asked lovingly

"no no I will be ok, thank you though"

"you sure?" he asked, knowing how your cramps can be. He will never forget the time he came home and found you crying on the floor in the kitchen because the pain was so unbearable.

you looked at him, pressing your lips together in thought.

"well.....i dont want you to get in trouble with work." you spoke

he giggled, "I think they wont mind, besides, I rather spend a day with my girl then learning choreography for 6 hours"

you smiled and nodded, "ok then....can you stay?" you ask timidly

"of course" he kissed your head. "give me a few minuets and ill join you" he smiled and stood up to leave for a moment.

You hummed contently, you don't know what you must have done in a past life to deserve this, or him, but damnit you were one lucky girl.

“Dude, you’ve already taken two... I’m bleedin’ a lot. You do this a lot? You’d think you’d be-” 

“Buddy, talk big game, lose more blood, now hush hush and tell me if you feel it this time!”

Riley flinches, their bloodied hand twitching in the rope that ties it down, spread out along a dark oak table. The table has many puncture marks and slashes. Their arm is just as punctured and sliced, sutured and bandaged, kept carefully clean by their captor. Strade adjusts his cigar in his lips, humming along to an energetic heavy metal song playing from his computer.

A spare cigar rots in ash on the skull shaped ashtray, laid out for Riley by Strade almost 35 minutes ago. As the rolling paper burned to mess, Riley had been stabbed, sliced, and tested in any way Strade could think. Kidnapping is a step up from the usual reaction to sayin’ I can’t feel pain, that I’ll say, Riley muses as the large man positions a knife above the second knuckle on their ring finger. 

A firm chop of metal against oak, and that same feeling. Numb, wetness, and a sense of loss, a sudden emptiness. Riley flinches and groans, but not from pain. More from annoyance. More from the wriggling ghost of flesh where there once was a knuckle. Strade grins. 

“Feel it yet, buddy?” he teases, sounding good-natured and entertained as he taps out his cigar. 

“Nope,” Riley sighs. “Same as I told you before. I just feel all the blood getting on me, but not even that, much. Man- I mean, sir. I told you, I don’t feel pain, none.”

“None,” Strade repeats, giving a dumbfounded expression their way. “Buddy, you kill me, bahaha! You are a riot~”

“Do I wanna be a riot, sir?” they say, deadpanned and staring at the blood gushing from the joint. Strade pauses for a moment, then howls with laughter, hand pressed to his forehead. 

“Riley, liebling. You are just funny enough to kill a killer. Say, buddy. You want a break? Must be tired after a few days of fun.”

Riley’s face furrows into a frown. “Break... how? What, sir, another protein bar?”

Strade shakes his head, grinning, always grinning. “More like... a comfy bed, a home-cooked meal, and a cuddly pet!”

“Um... Well that does sound nice, but like you said, I’m not leavin’.” 

“What if I said... you don’t have to leave to get those things, hm?” Strade says casually, popping open his first aid kit and preparing to suture closed the gaping wound of a stub where a ring finger used to reside. 

“I’d say cutting me up turned you crazy, sir.”

“Maybe it just has, buddy, maybe it just has..” Strade scratches his stubble, looking them over with a smile soft enough for a bedroom. Riley shudders, cold coils up their whip-stung spine. “Say... You like collars much? You were all done-up in bracelets when you came to me. I can give you a gift. Made it just for you, just finished up yesterday!” 

“Gift? From you, man? I don’t know if I trust that.” Riley’s eyes feel heavy. No matter how little pain, a body is a body, and four days of blood loss and little food wears it down quickly. 

“Oh c’mon buddy, I’m a perfectly trustworthy guy! That’s why you told me all about yourself in that bar, yeah? All about how you’ve no friends, no family, no one who would look after you...” Strade strokes their tightly braided hair softly, coming to cup their face, almost loving. Almost possessive. “Riley. I can be that. I could tell, that night, all you wanted, liebse... was someone to finally look after you.”

Riley can’t help it, exhausted from days of torture, so much of them stolen, so much blood. They let the tears well up and spill over, and wail quietly into Strade’s palm. Strade lets out a soft “ohh” and hugs Riley to his chest, petting their dreadlocks in a mockery of care. But to Riley, to Riley it feels just like an old lover’s touch

“Come stay with me and my pet, Riley. Come stay, let me care for you and play with you. Come home and sleep.” Riley sobs and nods, face pressed to Strade’s bloodstained military shirt. Strade holds them until they’re done crying, but behind their back he is still grinning in that same crocodilian way. They are covered in sutured wounds. They are missing three fingers. They are so, so worn. 

When the cold, unforgiving metal of their gift settles around Riley’s neck, they do not kick or scream or fuss. When Strade leads them into the soft glow of a deceptively nice-looking house, they stumble and fall back only on Strade’s shoulder.  And, comforted into a warm bed beside a nervous fox and a kidnapper, Riley comes home to a pair of arms they will never leave again. 

Chapter Twenty Nine

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like

A discovery is made as they stop to say goodbye to Fauna.

“Oh, it’s good to see the two of you,” Fauna said as Scully and Mulder walked into her shop. “How are you feeling? Oh, your poor face, Agent Scully.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that,” Scully teased, reaching up to touch her cheek and wincing when she felt the scratches on it. “But, I’ll choose not to be as I’ve had worse injuries.”

“And you’re still as good looking as you are? Must have some magic in your DNA or one hell of a skin care routine.”

“She has a mask that she uses,” Mulder stated, gesturing to his own face. “It’s green and rather gooey.”

“It’s not gooey,” Scully said, shaking her head as she smiled at him.

“Hmm,” he hummed with a shrug and Fauna laughed.

“Well, gooey or not, it’s doing its job.” Fauna said and it was Scully’s turn to laugh.

“How are you?” she asked her and Fauna sighed with a nod.

“I’m… a mix of emotions, if I’m completely honest,” she said, chuckling softly. “I’ve spent so much of my time thinking or learning about Sarah, wanting to know all that I could, and now she’s gone. It’s for the best of course, but I can’t help but feel an emptiness over it. I walked in the forest early this morning and it felt… it was just different.”

“I’m sure it will after all this time.” Mulder agreed and Scully exhaled quietly.

“I always wondered what it would be like to see her, to know for certain that she was there, and last night was the closest I ever got,” Fauna said. “I’m thankful for it, but also wish I had actually seen her, you know what I mean?”

“Maybe you never saw her,” Mulder said, smiling kindly at her. “But last night was not the closest you’ve ever been.”

“What?”

“You told us yourself. You said you felt her in the cemetery the day you reached your lowest point.”

“I did, yeah,” Fauna said, nodding slowly.

“When I was there yesterday afternoon, I saw things,” Mulder said. “Things I don’t really know how to explain without sounding completely crazy-”

“Pretty sure we’ve gone way past that,” Scully murmured and he smiled at her.

“It’s like I was in her memories, walking with her at different times in her life. Then I saw you, Fauna,” he said quietly and Fauna gasped.

“You… you did?” she asked and he nodded.

“I heard someone crying and went to see who it was as Sarah was gone. Had been gone for a very long time. I don't know what happened to her after her death as she seemed to just disappear.” His gaze became unfocused and Scully held her tongue so as not to say anything negative, her own recent experiences shaking her once stable ground.

“She heard you, your pain and sadness, and it pulled her from wherever she had been, wanting to help you the way no one had in her own life after losing Obadiah and her father.” He smiled at Fauna as she covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. “I saw her come and bend to embrace you.”

“It felt like a breeze was surrounding me,” Fauna breathed and Mulder nodded.

“She was there. You even touched her hand, though you didn’t know.”

“Ohh,” Fauna said on an exhale.

“She spoke to you.”

“What did she say?” Fauna whispered, her cheeks wet with tears.

“She said…” Mulder frowned as he thought and then he smiled. “She said that the world might always feel like it's against you, but it was your choice to give it that power.”

“Oh my God, that’s so beautiful,” she said, crying and clapping her hands. “Tell me again so I can write it down. Fuck, where is a pen and some paper when you need them?”

Mulder laughed as he followed Fauna towards the register to tell her the words again and Scully stared after him in confusion.

He remembered all of that, but not that he had called her beautiful? No memory of discussing the moment in his hallway after two years of silence?

He could not remember kissing her?

She stepped away and let out a deep breath as she looked at the bottles of lotions and creams for sale. She heard Fauna laugh and she looked over her shoulder, watching Mulder smile and nod his head at whatever they had been discussing.

Should I tell him? she thought, looking back at the bottles and picking one up and opening it, taking a deep sniff and closing her eyes. Should I tell him what happened? Or would it be best to keep it to myself?

He has no memory of it, she thought, feeling annoyed as she put the bottle back down with a little more force than was needed, the glass clinking into its mates.

If I had no memory of it and he told me what we had done, how would it affect our relationship? Professional or otherwise? she thought, raising her eyebrows as she picked up a heavy bar of white soap, smelling it and humming approvingly at the scent.

“No,” she whispered, her decision made as she shook her head and exhaled.

“No, what?” Mulder asked quietly near her ear, causing her to jump.

“Jesus, Mulder,” she breathed, glaring at him. “Make some noise next time.”

“And not scare you? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Hilarious,” she said, putting the soap back and looking at him as he grinned.

“Agents?” Fauna said, coming toward them with a flat rectangular item in her hands. “I want you to have this. It's one of my most favorite painted renditions of Sarah.” She handed it to Scully who took it and looked at it with a smile.

Sarah stood between the cemetery and a little white house at sunset. Her golden hair down and blowing behind her, her green eyes shining, and her mouth quirked up in a small smile, a basket held in her hands. A man stood in the doorway, smiling at her tenderly. As Scully looked a little closer, wanting to see every detail, Mulder chuckled.

“What?” she asked, turning her head to look up at him.

“It just needs a quilt on the ground for their picnic lunch and I could swear this was a photograph taken of her and Obadiah. Who painted this, do you know?”

“A woman who was passing through a few years back. She wanted to know about Sarah, asking me loads of questions. She spent a lot of time at the cemetery painting that, telling me she found the area to be peaceful and calming. She painted it and brought it to me, thanking me for knowing about Sarah and keeping her memory alive. She wouldn't take any money, just wanted me to have it.”

Scully felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise up like they had in the cemetery last night and she let out a slow breath. Mulder shifting beside her led her to believe he was thinking the same thing she was, as impossible and unbelievable as it seemed.

“What was the woman’s name?” Mulder asked softly.

“Oh, I think it’s on the bottom there. Just her initials though.” She took the painting from Scully and looked at the bottom as Mulder tapped Scully’s hip three times. “Yeah, here it is… SMB. I don’t recollect if she ever said her first name, just used those initials.”

“Fauna…” Scully said, raising her eyebrows. “I think this was meant for you. I can’t accept it.”

“SMB, Fauna,” Mulder said and she stared at him in confusion before her eyes widened. “Sarah Merchant Blackwell.”

“You think… you think she… but that’s impossible,” she whispered, looking at the painting again.

“Nothing’s ever impossible,” Mulder said softly and Fauna nodded, tears in her eyes once again.

“Pick a lotion, or several,” Fauna said, wiping her eyes and holding the painting close to her chest. “Soaps, candles, whatever you want is free of charge. I’ll go put this back in my office and grab you a bag.”

Scully laughed at the dramatic change as Mulder did the same, looking at her as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, and Agent Scully,” Fauna said, turning around and looking at her with a big smile. “In the spring, our coven will return to celebrating Sarah with our monthly dances. You have an open invitation to join us anytime.”

“Would I have to bring my own rain boots?” Scully asked as she heard Mulder make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan.

“I think we could supply you with a pair,” Fauna said, grinning happily.

“The flowers will be back in bloom then, won’t they?”

“Oh yes.”

“Well, then I’m in,” she said and Mulder mumbled something about looking around the shop and walked away as she and Fauna laughed heartily.

Hanna stood behind the school, terrified.

But she had a plan. She’d be fine.

If he were to actually show up, that is.

She checked her phone. She had been waiting for ten minutes, and he still hadn’t come.

It was April first. April fools. And she had a plan to ask out the head of the drama club.

She herself was part of the School Newspaper, so they’ve done a few articles together. There was also school, with its group projects.

She was smitten with him.

So, this morning, she had slipped a note in one of his textbooks. She watched as he opened it and read it, then put it in his pocket, showing no emotion.

Maybe he had forgotten?

Suddenly, though, she saw him exit the school. Alone. Her heart leapt. He had actually come.

He went to stand against the wall, a few feet away from her. 

She went up to him. “Hey, Elijah.”

He looked up and grinned. “Hi, Hanna.”

This was her chance. “You waiting for someone?”

Yeah. Got a note put in my textbook. Someone wanted to meet me here.” He grinned once more, suddenly understanding. “Did- was that you?”

“May-beee…” She giggled. “I wanted to, um, tell you something.” “Shoot.” His smile hasn’t disappeared yet.

“I, uh…” She gathered her courage. She wasn’t usually like this. Let’s get this over with, she thought, urging herself. “I kinda have a crush. On you.”

His smile disappeared. “Oh.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “I…I don’t…I…Sorry.”

She forced a grin. “April fools. You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

He looked shocked, then a smile slowly formed on his face. “You got me so good. I really believed that.”

Hanna laughed, and so did Elijah. “Well, have a nice day,” she said politely, turning and leaving before he could say anything.

Tears filled her eyes quickly. She didn’t know why.

She was surprised, though, why he didn’t question why she went so far for just a prank.

Although she didn’t want to return to school the next day, she forced herself to. I can’t make it seem like it’s a big deal, she thought. I was prepared for a ‘no’. Snap out of it.

The day passed smoothly, except for one detail: usually, she kept an eye out for Elijah. Now, she subconsciously avoided him.

At the end of the day, though, when the bell rang, she went to her locker and found Elijah standing there, leaning against it. “Hey,” he said when she came closer.

“Hi.” What did he want? Her nerves were jumping.

“So, um…” he hesitated. “About yesterday.” She froze. “What about?” She really tried to be casual.

“I thought about what you said.” He gave Hanna a crooked half-smile. “You forget I’m in the Drama Club. I was, um, faking.” He looked down at the ground. “I do have a curhs on you. I blanked and acted my way out of that moment. But I didn’t mean it.”

Her heart was beating too fast.

“I-I know you were kidding. You said it was an April Fool’s prank. But I thought you should know.”

Elijah turned away, but before he could take a step, Hanna reached out and grabbed hus shoulder. “Wait.”

He turned, looking hopeful. “Yeah?”

“It was my plan. I really do have a crush on you. My plan was that if you said no, I’d say it was an April Fool’s prank.” A smile slowly formed on his face. “That is genius.”

She blushed a little. “Thank you.”

“So, um…” He grinned awkwardly. “Wanna go out later?”

“Of course!” Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

“Here’s my number,” he said, giving her a slip or paper. “Text me, and I’ll tell you when and where.”

“Great!” She smiled. Why was she giving such basic answers? “Thank you,” she added.

“No need for thanks,” he said, shaking his head.

So she jumped up and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush. “See you later.”

- ohh my god remind me to never write fluff like this again

hi i know i havent done this in a while but thought this was long over due so if you still dont mind these, here are my thoughts about tb...

the last few chapters have been nothing short of incredible, i havent interacted much, fault of my own dismay but really the chapters have been an absolute marvel. the twists and the unanswered questions to many many question linger in the air. (pardon me but for some reason i turn very formal for no utter reason)

one question is what happened with the whole bruce and mummy dearest dilema.

i remember there being a loose end concerning steve and co.

but to now talk of the latest chapter if again you dont mind this annoying

i whole heartedly agree the she was being completely irrational but the fact that she knew she did something wrong shows something. and lokis thoughts are completely valid, with everything he's been through, what they've been through, the trauma of what happened last time still haunts him. he doesnt deserve that and im sorry for that darling.

and that sameera woman ughhhhh. for god bloody fucking sakes, she never deserved a space in his mind to occupy let alone his heart. the gull of that whiny idiotic girl boils my blood as she had the shit to say the shit she did after crying to her father that he took her, which caused him to get beaten to an inch of his life. FUCK OFFF you bitchy little girl (i was very tempted to call her a spoiled rich bitch then remembered y/n)

god darling, i really am just sorry. you dont deserve any of this. please wipe the tears that has had no right to cause you any distraught. your feelings are valid but it doesnt mean you deserve to feel the pain you feel. if you cant hold your tears anymore though darling, know that im here to hold you whilst you curse out the world and i will protect you no matter what (wow that got way too personal? not sure if thats the right word)

him being cold to her is albeit a bit rude, is totally understandable. the walls theyve broken down together were coming back up in the moments he thought and did lose her. only for a second though but he did lose her in those few hours and that was just enough time build back those walls up slowly. he still hasnt forgiven her fully hasnt he? but he still loves her enough to ensure that nothing will happen to her and that i believe is real true love. a bit cliché but it is. hes still very guarded now especially with what happened but god the mysteriousness of him is... i just find it rather hot is all

and also that he trusts her enough to know that she isnt like that woman, though he was desperately holding on to that thought, despite the facts, he really loves her does he. to hold on to the belief and hope that she wont leave him despite everything, god i just love him.

why does the mean side of me think that the one he called was bruce and hes taking revenge on her for leaving him in those few moments. its petty and unlikely but my mind is a labyrinth.

i deeply apologize for psycho analyzing your work but its all truly brilliant and if i may be honest hmbomt is still in my mind. im going through withdrawals and the urge to reread it again is very strong and drew to distracting myself to reading lisik.

anyway hope you have a lovely day darling and hope im not a bother

from your lovely 😊❤️ 💜💙💚💛😊

I never mind these dear, you have no idea how happy I feel to get a feedback (the current chapter literally have 0 comments..zero, I was writing the next chapter yesterday and stopped because it got no interaction for hours and it bummed me out) that's not what motivates me to keep going. This does so never be afraid to send me your thoughts, receiving a feedback on something I wrote will never not make me happy,

I like your formal tone 😂

Ohh bruce and her mum will make an appearance soon 👀

Thank you for trying to see the both sides, if I had Loki's traumas and issues and I read that message from her with her being gone, I'd think the worst too. He was just starting to learn to accept the fact that she loves him and not what he can do for her so this definitely wasn't something he needed.

She needs to learn alot about the life and she needs to learn to love herself and she's trying her best, but she got overwhelmed and instead of confining to him she chose to act out because that's what she had done all her life. That's how her life has been like :(

And yes I think he got swept up by her pain and didn't really get to know the person behind those walls, like bad people can get hurt too, they get depressed and they get Suicidal too but at the end it's all about what they can get, it's all about them.

She didn't care about loki, she cared what he was giving her and then once she realised how tough life was outside her mini palace she couldn't survive it.

He's not taking revenge I can assure you that, he's not vengeful type of guy, he did get a phonecall and had to leave but he can't tell her the truth 👀

Thank you for such high praises for HMBOMT, that fic would be the one fic id save if all my fics were dying and I could only save one 😂

Lisik was my first born so writing style isn't the best there but I put all of my ideas in there, so I hope you will enjoy it because I loved writing that baby.

You're never a bother, thank you my lovely 😍💚

I come from a very lonely background, I barely ever saw my Mom other than when she would bring men back to fuck for money. So when I met Charles and he told me that he had a huge family, that was really exciting to me. They have a tradition where if someone is having a baby, they’ll all be around, waiting, supporting and helping the best they can.

The idea was a lot scarier than now, I started to feel contractions last night, but at around 5 this morning, they amped up a little and we called everyone over. We have a pool set up, a mattress on the floor with comfortable blankets, the fire is on and all ten of his siblings are here, Charles’s father, Keith and his three wives, Vanessa, Caroline and Sharon. It was weird when I met them, but it’s kinda sweet now.

“Can I get you anything babe?” Charles asks as his little sisters, triplets, jump on the mattress manically. With a little smile as I watch them, I shake my head “I’m good thank you”. I’m sat on the couch, naked, trying to bring myself to calm down. As a contraction hits, I steady myself, spreading my legs and shutting my eyes, Vanessa, Charles’s Mom comes and starts to rub my back in the exact right spot. “You’re doing great honey” she assures me as my stomach tightens. Taking some deep breaths, I blow them out with moans, trying to keep sound to a minimum.

“It hurts so bad” I whisper, tearing up a little as I feel myself, just to see if there’s any progress. “I know it does, it feels like only yesterday Sharon gave birth to the triplets, it feels like only two minutes ago I had Charles” she smiles and reaches her hand over my vagina, rubbing her palm over my clit and slipping a finger inside me. “You’re getting there, slowly, you’re a seven now” she says quietly. I groan and throw my head back “why is it taking so long?” I ask as Charles’s sister, Juno, comes and sits next to me “you didn’t expect them to just slide on out whilst you slept, right?” She chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, Ohh!” I cry out as I grip Juno’s hand, feeling myself peak. “How can I get things to speed up?” I cry as it comes down. “You’ve been doing this for.. thirty four hours now sweetheart, there’s not much you can do.. perhaps sex?” Vanessa suggests and I look to Charles who is talking with his Dad “he seems busy” I say softly “I.. maybe I’ll take myself away..” I say as I motion for them to help me up. Things got so hard about a week ago, considering the fact that I’m 42 weeks now, it’s no surprise.

Once I’m up, I head to the bedroom and lay down on the bed slowly and opening my legs, rubbing my belly gently all over, I’ll miss this, though Charles plans on breeding me, so it probably won’t be for long. I feel myself throbbing and I awkwardly reach for my clit, slowly starting to rub circles on it, panting already. “B-babe” Charles gazes from the door, in awe of me. “Care if I join?” He giggles and comes over, instantly eating from me. My legs spread wide as I grip the bed sheets. “F-fuck, babe! Babe! Calm.. calmer” I whisper, he’s ravenous, so am I.

I feel him pull my legs so that I’m on the end of the bed, I watch him as he looks down and admires my bump. “I’ll miss this.. I can’t wait to put another baby in you.. maybe three this time” he grins and I feel him force his whole dick inside me, he’s huge and I scream in pain mixed with pleasure. “Holy-“ I scream and my eyes instantly water. “It hurts! Stop! Stop please!” I groan as he pulls out “I’m out, babe, I’m out” he assures me “I’m sorry, baby, let me rub it better” he whispers and I shake my head “help me” I demand as I get on my knees and motion for him to lay down.

He holds my hips as I straddle him “mm baby” I groan as I squat and lower myself onto him, feeling my maximum capacity hit. “Fuck..” I groan as I bounce with his support, bouncing faster and faster until he picks me up and fucks me against the wall, I can see he’s close by his eyes. “Harder” I demand, he obeys immediately, it hurts but I love the pain. I feel a shift inside me and I look into his eyes, feeling my bag tear open from inside me, my waters breaking all over him as I squeal, partly with excitement, the other with pain.

“Does Ms Lovell want to cum before pushing baby out?” He asks and I nod “please”. The pain is growing but I need to cum, I have to cum. “Baby, just.. rub my clit.. or even use the toy” I shrug as he picks up my vibrator and holds it on me. He loves the show. “Gimme” I whisper and take it, holding it on my clit, I have one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, lunging as I moan and watch myself drip onto the bed sheets. “I’m close” I whisper and fall into doggy style burying my face in the sheets as I squirt everywhere, feeling myself pour out, Charles just watches and shoots his load over my ass.

But with in seconds, the screams of pleasure turn into pain. “We need to get you downstairs” Charles demands and I shake my head “I can’t for a minute” I moan, spreading my legs whilst I stay on all fours. “It hurts, it.. my back! Baby my back!” I cry but he’s gone to fetch everyone. The second I realise I’m alone I panic. “Babe! Babe! Help!!” I cry, moving onto the bed on my back, spreading myself open and crying as I grip the sheets, I’m sweating pints and my legs are shaking like they’re on vibrate. With in seconds, he’s back, and the whole family come through. “Hey, okay, okay, sweetheart” Caroline calms me.

“It’s not okay, I can’t- I can’t-“ I cry as I throw my hand down protectively over myself. “Yes you can, of course you can” Caroline assures me. This is when things really intensify. “Please help me” I sob as my body really starts to hurt. “Okay, let’s work through this contraction and then get you downstairs, I think you’re close to pushing, are you feeling pressure?” She asks and I nod, holding my breath and letting a long shriek out which terrifies all of the kids.

The second it stops, everyone picks me up supporting me in different ways as they get me downstairs and into the water. The second I’m in, everyone starts to bring stuff over, towels, blankets, scissors, hot water, ice cubes. I just try to catch my breath and I look to Charles and reach my arms out for him to hold me. “Okay, you’re about a nine or ten, so whenever you feel that urge to start pushing, you can just go for it” Caroline smiles as Vanessa and Sharon share a moment and Keith watches Charles proudly.

I rest my arms on the back of the pool and grit my teeth as the contraction sets in, immediately taking advantage of finally being able to push, bearing down and gripping onto everything I can, it takes me by surprise how relieving and yet excruciatingly painful pushing is.

“Okay, why don’t you get in with her?” Vanessa suggests to Charles and he nods as he removes his shirt and steps in, sitting down behind me and spreading his legs either side of me, cupping my belly in his hands. “Fuck, Charlie!” I scream as I feel myself opening a little, grabbing his thighs and noticing part of him digging into my back. This.. this is a turn on for him.

“Mmm, babe, you’re doing so good” he whispers gruffly into my ear. “Is this.. hot to you?” I whisper as the contraction closes. He looks at me and blushes. “I’ll bear that in mind for next time.. maybe we can do it.. alone” I whisper and look around “can I get out..” I ask and everyone quickly rushes to help me “babe, sit on the chair” I grumble and he obeys. Once he’s on the chair I look to him “I want to spread my legs over your thighs and push on your lap” I say softly. “That way I can look at you..” I say quietly, realising that he can then see all of my pain.

“Can you help me?” I ask the ladies and they all get me on his lap comfortably “ouch, ouch ouch ouch” I whimper as I spread my legs and Sharon kneels to watch me open. I feel the next contraction and I wrap my arms around Charles’s neck, feeling the need get stronger and stronger before I let go and start to really push as hard as I can. “Nnghhhh” I groan, feeling my whole face go red “mmmphhhh” I whimper before pressing my forehead on his. “Nice job Momma you’re opening nicely” Sharon says softly and Caroline kneels with her holding some tissue over my ass, which settles my mind a lot.

“Baby’s head is looking a bit on the larger side okay sweetheart? So this is going to be a slow process” she tells me and I nod, tearing up some more and resting on Charles. My stomach presses into him and I feel how hard he is. Everyone is around us, just watching, but if they weren’t, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“Okay, give me a big push” Caroline demands and I take a breath, grunting the push out in an earthy low tone. “I can’t” I shake my head and Charles whispers “yes you fucking can, push”. I shyly nod and push even harder. “Push harder” he demands and I shake my head “you don’t underst-“ I start and he tilts my head and kisses my lips softly “harder for me” he demands and I swallow thickly before gripping his thighs and pushing some more “it.. it’s tearing me!” I cry and Sharon laughs a little “sweetheart it’s not, I can see it, you’re stretching well” she assures me.

“Let’s get you on the bed, Charles you sit and Lena, in his lap, he can pull your legs open from behind” Vanessa says softly. I nod and look to Charles to help me up but he just stands, lifting me, my belly pressing into him and getting a little crushed. He stands and holds me there for a moment. “Get down, I need to push” I say weakly and he whispers “push here, as I hold you”. I look to Vanessa and motion for her to come and make sure it’s all okay. I grip around his neck and slowly start to push lightly, building it into more of a hard and steady push.

“Amazing, Lena, you’re doing it!” Vanessa squeals excitedly. “Please, put me down” I beg him and he shakes his head before I start to really push with all my might “nnnhaaaHHHH!” I cry out, seeing Juno cringe behind him “GAAAAAHHHH!!!” I scream and Vanessa looks at him “quick put her down” she demands and he does so, sitting behind me and pulling my legs back as Vanessa feels around. It burns so fucking bad. “Okay, okay, pant” Sharon says as Caroline comes and rubs my inner thighs to calm me.

“Get it out!” I cry “please! Please get it out!” I sob and Vanessa looks up “push! They’re ready and waiting to be delivered” she smiles and I bear down against the force that Charles is pulling my legs back with. The noises I make terrify the kids to the point where Keith has sent the littles out, but he stays to observe. “One big push” Sharon smiles and I do exactly that with a loud whale before feeling the gush of fluid burst around the head.

“Let baby’s head turn” she says strictly and I nod. Caroline finds a mirror and holds it where I can see the head turn, so can Charles, I feel him grow harder into me. “So fucking hot” he whispers to me and I look back. “I’m all yours next time” I assure him before seeing the head stop turning and stay in position. “It’s coming” I whisper and start to scream, like, scream scream. The shoulders are killing me, but I’m doing it. “Harder, push, push, push” Charles starts and everyone joins in, chanting to push, even the kids do.

“Hhhnngaaaaaaaa!” I cry and stop as I feel them slide out “oh my… baby, baby, oh my god” I sob and watch Sharon lift her up onto my chest “baby girl, you’re so beautiful” I whisper and rub her back gently as Charles starts to sob “she’s the spitting image of you” he cries.

(Let me know if you want the next birth..)

kageyama t. - purple hearts

kageyama tobio x f!reader

description: kageyama always showed a slight interest in certain love letters of yours, but you never thought they would be so important.

warnings: angst (as always)

At least a couple times a week, you opened your locker to find a few letters. They were confessions, of course. While you appreciate them, you never bothered to read them since you wouldn’t accept any. They all went in your bag, before finding their way into a metal box under your bed. From there they would remain until you would eventually get curious, and open them in the near future.

“Ah, another love letter for Karasuno’s princess?” Hinata mocked one day after class.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You asked him, turning the letter over in your hand and glancing at the sticker that sealed it quickly.

He leaned against the locker next to yours. “I’m waiting for Kageyama and- Well, speak of the devil.”

The boy walked towards you two. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. What took you so long?”

Kageyama eyed the letter in your grasp. “I forgot something. Is that another purple heart?”

While you received all kinds of letters, the ones sealed with a purple heart were always consistent. The sender never failed to deliver at least once a month, and although you never opened any of them, it warmed your heart that the person continued to hold some love for you.

“Mhm.” You grinned, carefully placing it in your bag. “I was worried for a bit that they wouldn’t send it this month, but I should’ve known better.” 

The three of you settled into a soft pace while walking out the school. Granted, the two of them had volleyball practice, but that never stopped them from walking you to the school entrance after the school day was finished.

With crossed arms, Hinata looked at you. “I don’t get it, Y/N. How come you don’t open them?”

“I don’t want to look at someone’s confession when I’m not going to like them back-”

“Ohh! Is it because you like someone?” His cheeky grin grew wide.

The abruptness of his question caught you off guard. With panic, you glanced at Kageyama, who was quiet throughout the conversation. But he didn’t seem bothered or even interested. It gave a funny feeling to your stomach.

With a scoff, you brushed his question off. “S-shut up! Why would you even ask something like that?” The tone of your voice lowered, and you avoided Hinata’s gaze knowing that on your cheeks lay an aggressive blush. “Anyways, I have to go home. Have fun at practice, guys!”

“Bye!” The two waved, watching as you disappeared before turning to each other. “Race you to the gym.”

~

After another month, you were pleased to find a familiar letter in your locker. The sight of it had you smiling before you could stop yourself.

“What are you smiling at?” 

“Oh, my gosh! Tobio! Make some noise!” His sudden appearance startled you. You clenched the letter to your chest and tried to calm yourself down. Kageyama only raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

“I was standing here for two minutes already.”

“And you didn’t bother to let me know that?”

He shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Purple heart again?”

This time, you didn’t try to hide your small smile. “Yeah. Don’t you have practice-”

“It’s cancelled because of the weather. Want to walk home together?” Kageyama held up an umbrella, prompting you to look outside. The gentle but growing falling of the rain already had you shivering.

“Yes, please.” You answered with eagerness, earning a grin from him.

As soon as the two of you stepped outside, you didn’t hesitate to cling to Kageyama’s side. While part of it was to keep both of you under the safety of the umbrella, another part saw it as an opportunity to be close to the person you had feelings for.

“Your shoulder’s getting wet.” You frowned, tugging him closer.

“It’s fine.”

“If you get sick, you can’t play volleyball, Tobio.” That logic allowed him to relax against your touch. “Sometimes I wonder how you would get through life without me.” You joked.

But he nodded. “Then, let’s promise to never find out.”

His response made your heart flutter. There were times when you wondered if he could possibly reciprocate your feelings. But you always talked yourself out of it, knowing that dating was one of the last things on his mind at the moment. Kageyama was always setting up the foundation for his volleyball career. There was no way he would set aside time to like someone.

Still, it was nice to even imagine.

“Unfortunately, I think I’m stuck with you. Have fun getting rid of me.” As he looked down at you, you stuck your tongue out playfully, making him let out a quick chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s until you open one of those damn letters and leave me.”

He meant it as a joke, but the reality of his words struck your heart. Slowly, your smile faded from your face, and you held his arm tighter. An unsettling silence bloomed as you stared at your feet.

Suddenly, the question tore from your throat. “Do you… do you think I would ever open them?”

Kageyama took a second, before asking you, “What reason do you have to not open them?” When you didn’t answer, he cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s not like you already have someone you like… do you?”

You should have told him. At that moment, you should have poured your heart out to him. But the fear of your confession backfiring held you back. Despite your heart screaming not to, you shook your head. “I don’t.”

Kageyama opened his mouth to say something, but his better judgment stopped him. “I see.”

You had to know now. “Well, how about you. Do you have someone that you… you know… like?”

It hurt you when he spoke.

“Yeah, I do.”

Those words made your heart twitch. Of course he already had someone he liked. It was only natural. Hearing that, you subconsciously loosened your hold on him. The walk home now seemed longer and it was killing you.

Once you two made it to your home, you suddenly were filled with nothing but regret. As you watched Kageyama go, a new realization hit. While you didn’t technically lose him, it sure felt like you did. 

~

It was almost a blessing you didn’t attend his wedding, though you knew you would regret it. That still didn’t stop you from finding an opportunity to miss it via a work excuse. That was what Hinata said he would tell him at the reception.

Work was a good distraction. After all, it had been a good six years since you had last seen Kageyama at graduation. Your friendship was never the same after that rainy day, so you were surprised to receive a wedding invitation.

Although, you had yet to get a physical copy of the invitation. You had first heard word about the wedding through Hinata, who claimed Kageyama had personally thought about asking you to come. Though apparently an invitation was mailed, you never received it.

“Are you sure you can’t make it even to the reception?” Hinata asked you over the phone on your way home. “I’ll come get you right now, if you want.”

You smiled at his consideration. “No, that’s fine. It was a long day at work, I’m not sure I have the energy to even make it home. Just take lots of pictures to show me, alright?”

There was a pause on his end. “Okay, Y/N. Get home safe.”

“I will.” You told him before ending the call. A part of you suspected Hinata had once known about your feelings for his friend, but at this age you were grateful he never did anything.

It only took a half hour to get back to your apartment. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted was to just curl up in bed and fall asleep. Inside, you told yourself it was karma for finding an excuse to miss the wedding when you easily could have just gone. But, you’d rather be physically drained than mentally, so you convinced yourself it was a good choice.

Upon making your way to your door, a white envelope caught your eye. It was set right in front of your door. It wasn’t there before you left in the morning, so someone must have dropped it off while you were at work. Your legs burned as you reached down to grab it, carefully studying the handwriting on it. Of course, it was addressed to you, but when you turned it around, you almost dropped it.

Right in the middle of the envelope was a small, purple heart sticker, sealing it. It had been years since you had seen it, and your hands shook gently. Wasting no time, you carefully opened the letter, curious to find out who the sender was after all this time.

As soon as you pulled the contents from the envelope, a breath got caught in the back of your throat. You almost forgot how to breathe as you overlooked the invitation to Kageyama’s wedding. Overwhelmed, tears began to build up in your eyes. You reached into your bag, digging for your keys to unlock your door. Once you were in, you ran straight to your room and kneeled on the ground.

You almost thanked your younger self for bringing that metal box with you when you moved. For years, it had remained under your bed without you having a single thought of going through it. But now you were, specifically for the letters sealed by that damn sticker.

You grabbed the first one you saw, ripping it open with a sense of urgency. As you read the letter, your throat started to burn.

Dear, Y/N,

Today I accidentally bought two banana milks, so I gave one to you. You instantly drank it, and then took a nap on your desk right after. I know you probably won’t read this for a while, so I thought I would tell you how pretty you looked. Even with your hair sticking to your face because of your drooling, you still looked pretty.

That’s all.

Bye.

It was funny how you knew exactly what he was talking about. For you, you could remember that day as if it were yesterday. You wondered if it was the same for him.

Dear Y/N,

I know I like you, but I didn’t know it was possible to like you more. You proved that to me, when you showed up to our game today. I almost went the entire play without knowing you were there, but something made me look up into the stands, which I’m glad.

You’re always pretty, but seeing you in that moment cheering us on made me realize you are the prettiest in the world. I really mean that, so don’t think of yourself as less.

This seems forward, but I hope that even in the future, you’ll still come to my games so I can see your prettiness. But honestly, even if you don’t come, just stick by my side. That’s enough for me.

His words brought a painful smile to your face. It felt like you were talking to a younger Kageyama. Even today, you questioned if he remembered what he wrote to you.

All the letters were random, but managed to tug at your heart. You could recall every single moment that he wrote about, and it killed you how you never opened them sooner. It all made sense now. He would always mention the letters when you got them, and he lingered around your locker many times, no doubt waiting for you to turn your back so he could slip it in. You started to beat yourself up for not noticing that those were his letters, and you put them with the other confessions in the tiny metal box.

Finally, you reached the last letter he sent you. It was the last, because in the bottom corner he wrote goodbye in small writing. It took a moment to build up the courage to read it.

Dear Y/N,

This will probably be the last letter. I made sure you would know it’s the last, if you ever read it. 

It’s been a few months since that day. Even though I know you don’t have feelings for me, I still did for you. I still do.

But it’s not doing either of us any good if I keep going. So I’ll stop for our sake.

That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, because I do. And I wish I could tell it to you in person, but I’m a coward, so I won’t. And you’ll never know if you don’t read this, so I’m really pushing my luck.

Thanks for being my first love. I wish you weren’t, because first loves never work out. But still, you were my friend too. And you were always by my side, even when I probably didn’t deserve you.

Anyways, I hope you read this letter before graduation. Perhaps that’s the boost we need to save our friendship, at least. Even if you don’t, and I’m talking to future Y/N, please come see me. I’m sure future me is waiting for you because I’m afraid I could never stop loving you.

That’s all, Y/N. Oh, and I also put some of the purple heart stickers in the envelope in case you ever miss them. Just don’t waste them, okay?

The letter was almost drenched in your tears. Sure enough, there were stickers in the envelope. The same ones he used every month that had you smiling even for a second when you saw them. 

But seeing them now just brought you pain.

Especially when they were on his wedding invitation. An invitation that did not have your name along with his, and never will.

your writing is rlly great!! if its no trouble could you do yandere prompt #19 with david?

19♡"You can’t find your clothes? That’s a shame. But you can wear mine. They look better on you anyways."

Note: Thank you! And coming right up! <3

David runs away from anything that causes him distress,but he loves you! And he definitely loves seeing you with his things or wearing his things. But of course,he knows you wouldn't do it willingly and neither is he willing to ask you to do it,cause well,he's afraid. Afraid that you'll get weirded out by him and fear him even more than you already do!

So....he uses subtle hints! First,he'll try by complimenting you about how good you look in green!

"You look perfect! Especially in green!"

"Maybe try this on! I bet it'll look just as great!"

"I was right! It fit you so well!"

David will shower you with compliments to coat you into liking the same style as him.

If complimenting doesn't work,he'll try to guilt trip you. Asking you softly; "Can you try this on,sunshine?" And if you were to shake your head 'no',he would purse his lips together in a straight line and exhale softly,his shoulders slumping down defeatedly. Then a small frown would be tugging on his lips as he looks at you again. "Why not? I do everything for you.. I...I take such good care of you!"

And yada yada...David crying on his knees,,,you crying out of fear,,,and then you finally give in and try on whatever it was he wanted you to try on just to stop this,to stop him from crying.

Now,if all those doesn't work. He will just have to do it his original way. Running away from talking to you and just acting behind the scenes.

Sometimes even laying some of his shirts out around the place when he steals takes your clothes to wash. Quite literally forcing you to wear the only thing available,his clothes.

So when you meekly try to ask David for your clothes,he'll just tilt his head to the side with a mock confused look. "You can’t find your clothes? That’s a shame. But you can wear mine. They look better on you anyways." He'll say with a small smile on his face.

So when you begrudgingly wear his shirt that he had thrown onto his bed,it would be an understatement to say he was elated.

He would squel and look at you with adoration in his eyes. A soft smile would be plastered onto his face.

Then he'll compliment you again and probably bring it up in every conversation-

"Ohh! I still remember when you wore my shirt! You are so adorable!"

"Remember that one time you wore my shirt? I still remember it like it was yesterday!"

"You are oh so adorable! Could you...do it again?"

When he does the same trick,he will constantly mockingly feign confusion and worry like ; "oh dear..your clothes are missing??" Then the next moment he'll smile and shove his shirt into your hands ; "Not to worry! You look better in mine anyways!"

Honestly,he's thinking of just throwing away all your shirts and just letting you wear his. It's tempting,,,

He truly gets so soft and in love whenever he sees you in his shirts <3 and if it's bigger on you,he just melts even more because he sees you struggle with just how loose the shirt is :,)

Hes so in love that if you were to try to mimic his outfit; Like tie a yellow neckerchief around your neck and wear his shirts and everything,he will break into tears and just hug you tightly,pouring out affections and compliments while peppering your face with butterfly kisses.

Hey so I read that ask about brook and was wondering if u would write something like everyone was talking about love and stuff (basically nami) and brook just remembers about his lover before they both died (they were the part of his crew) and unintentionally says it all loud in front of the crew. Like how would they react?? I will leave that up to you since I just love the way you write. Ohh and no pressure feel free to ignore !

I'm loving the Brook love being sent my way guys! I hope you like this!

Brook x GN Reader SFW Angst word Count: 505

Once a little drink flowed the crew often drifted into deeper conservation. Maybe she missed Vivi, it had been longer than she cared to remember since she had gotten to spend time with the princess, but the navigator brought up the topic of love regardless.

Some of the crew recalled crushes on home islands, love that was deep friendships and some had never thought about the topic.

Brook lifted his teacup to his face and paused, thinking about the person he had loved most in the world. It had been a long time since he thought about them, it still hurt him to this day he couldn't be with them in the afterlife, no chance of reuniting.

He sighed softly and set his teacup down gently on the table, staring out the window as he recalled them. The way they laughed at his jokes, how they were always so cheerful and upbeat even when they had gotten sick.

One of his fondest memories came to him, the time he sat playing violin to himself when everyone else had gone to sleep. How he’d heard them softly singing to his tune, walking along the deck looking sleepy, his absence had been what woke them. He could remember their voice clearly as if it had been yesterday, they’d sang for him and not years.

How they’d wanted to learn the violin on a groggy whim, Brook remembered the way they felt sat in front of him, their back to his chest, his arms around them as he delicately placed the instrument in their arms, leading their movements hand on their elbow.

The way the instrument sounded in their untrained hands, them and him laughing at their novice movements. Brook idly touched where his lips would have been, the way his love would give him such softy sweet pecks.

He’d held that precious memory close to his heart, he thought about that moment as much as he could, trying to replace the one of his love falling to the ground, taking their last breath before he soon joined you.

The skeleton straw hat hummed to himself and once again started to drink his tea “B-brook” He glanced over and saw Nami and Usopp with tears in their eyes holding each other’s hands while they sniffled.

“Oh no, did I say that out loud?” he hadn’t meant to.. Chopper and Luffy’s bottom lips jutted out as they let themselves cry freely. Zoro had a sombre expression, the smallest hint of sympathy on the swordsman’s face.

Franky was a blubbering mess in the corner telling Brook he’d write him a song as sad as his tale. Sanji made a noise from the kitchen area, sounding strangled and in pain. “I didn’t mean to.. upset everyone.” Brook tried to chuckle weakly.

The only other straw hat not brought to a blubbering mess was Robin, the elegant woman placed her hand on Brook’s shoulder “What a beautiful memory, you must love them deeply” Robin smiled at him. “Yes, and I always will”

Exposed.

Legoshi stared at Durham, the coyote’s frustration confusing him. “I honestly don’t see why I can’t just use the scale balm from the school store, the six in one fur cleaner from it works well.” Legoshi said.

Durham’s eye twitched. Jack sadly sighed from his bunk, he’d tried for years to persuade Legoshi to use more expensive fur products but Legoshi honestly didn’t see the point. Miguno chuckled and continued tuning his guitar on the window seat.

“Six.. Six. In. ONE? YOU ARE FUCKIGN KIDDING LEOGSHI! THAT STUFF IS CRAP, LIKE YOU ARE LUCKY YOU ARE NOT BALD IF YOU HAVE BEEN USING THAT SHIT!” Durham roared in anger seeming to tower over Legoshi in that moment as he stomped across the room towards the wolf.

“I mean it wo-“ Legoshi’s reply was halted by Durham grabbing his muzzle shut.

“NO IT DOES NOT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH DAMAGE THAT KIND OF SHITTY STUFF IS LIKELY DOING TO YOUR SKIN? OR TO YOUR FUR? YOU ARE NOT USING IT ANYMORE OR I SWEAR I’LL MAKE BILL’S SCRATCHES LOOK LIKE PAPERCUTS LEGOSHI!” Durham shouted, causing a chuff amusement from Miguno.

Taking a breath, the smaller carnivore calmed down slightly, pinching his brow. “Okay I admit I don’t know much about reptile biology so I will look it up. The school’s products are designed for smaller lizards I bet my tail on it Legoshi so don’t use them until I’ve been able to check them out okay? And we need to find fur products that work, you can try some of mine first though Collot’s may also work as his fur is closer in length to yours.” Durham said as he then walked over to the storage under his and Miguno’s bunk, pulling out his toiletries and a note book which he then began going through.

“Ohh I’m happy to help with the research! Also you could always ask Gosha what he uses Legoshi, you know he will help you.” Jack said as he climbed down from his bunk, causing Legoshi to groan and hold his face in his hands.

Since the scene in the drama club yesterday Jack had been bringing up Gosha at every opportunity that wouldn’t risk spreading the information of Legoshi’s heritage. He knew his grandfather would be able to help, but he didn’t share his best friend’s confidence. How could he after had been such a terrible grandson? Had abandoned his grandfather and accepted him paying for his schooling but avoided any contact with the lizard.

Something about the shock across the faces of well, everyone bar Jack when he’d said about his estrangement from his grandfather when the nurse had questioned him about his nature in the infirmary had spawned a pool of guilt in his stomach that refused to budge.

“I.. it’s been over five years Jack.. I .. I’ve been a terrible relative, let alone grandson. Trying to talk to him now would just be using him.” Legoshi quietly replied, causing the three other inhabitants to raise eyebrows sceptically.

“Legoshi he would understand the situation I’m sure, I mean hell it gives you a good reason to talk to him so will remove some awkwardness surly? Now I reckon the Treseme stuff should be a good base to start, though I prefer Dove’s stuff for everyday use, do you have any allergies from being a hybrid you’ve kept secret?” Durham asked as brought several bottles of conditioners, shampoos and other cleaning products over to Legoshi even as dorm room slammed open.

Collot rushed in and then quickly slammed it shut, locking and bolting it, Voss on his head. Both looked a mixture of furious and terrified, Collot panting as if he had run across the breadth of the school.

“You guys okay? What’s happened?” Miguno asked, putting his guitar down.

Grimacing, Collot sadly sighed before looking towards Legoshi ashamed. “I.. I am so sorry man. I swear I never thought anything like this would happen. Believe me if I did I would never have gone for that stupid tiger.”

Legoshi felt a spike of anxiety tear upwards through him. All of the guys had repeatedly apologised profusely for escalating the situation to the point where Legoshi had been forced to disclose his heritage. Collot more so, the guilt and shame at what he had inadvertently done plaguing the sheepdog heavily.

“What has happened?” Jack growled out, the Labrador moving to stand protectively over Legoshi and he couldn’t help but relax slightly. Jack would always be there for him, proudly not caring about what he was and somehow, for some reason seeing some kind of worth in him.

Guiltily looking at the floor, Collot pulled a copy of the school newspaper for that morning out of his bag and chucked it to the floor so the front page was visible. Legoshi whined in horror, pulling his knees up and wrapping his arms around himself as he stared in shock at the paper, his blood turning to ice. It was covered with his official school picture taken at the start of this academic year. Above it, the headline in large, bold inescapable font proclaimed.

‘HIDDEN HYBRID HORROR REVEALED!’ ____ So a bit from the WIP Scales and Stripes second chapter, incorporating the idea from discussion with @anotherbeastarsblog of Durham with fur care products which I want to build up more but figure this is a good way to introduce. Any comments and critiques welcome.

Monsta X as Sweet and Cold Boyfriend : 93'liners

Minhyuk

"Minhyuk, can you come over to my place now?"

"Why?"

"My fuse box is broken. And I already called the technician to come and have a look."

"So? Why are we having this conversation then?"

"Just come here..! I don't wanna be alone with the technician man here when he come." she says over the phone call. "Keep me a company? Please..? It's just for a while. I promise." she pleads.

This is tiring. And he sighs. "Alright.. I'll come." he finally agrees.

When he arrives at her place, she's already outside waiting for him. "Where's the technician?" he asks.

"He hasn't arrives yet. He said he will come in 15 minutes. But it's almost half an hour already, and he still didn't come." she frowns in worry.

"Maybe he got stuck in a traffic. Give him some times."

****

"Are you really sure he's coming? We've been waiting for the whole day." he complains out of frustration after been waiting for more than two hours​. He's getting bored in here.

She's tired of waiting too. She's getting anxious when the technician hasn't arrived, or at least gives her a phone call or text after hours of waiting. So, she decides to give him a call to ask.

"An accident..?! A-Are you alright?? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah.. just a minor injury. I'm at the hospital at the moment. And my van is damaged quite bad." the technician man tells. "I'm so sorry, miss. I don't think I can make it today. Maybe you should call another technician to have a look over your situation."

"O-Okay then. I hope you will get better soon. Thank you." She ends the call afterward.

"So, he's not coming?" he assumes. And she nods weakly in despair.

He's letting out a heavy sigh. "I can't believe that I'm wasting my time here, doing nothing and waiting for nothing.." he complaints. "I wanna go home."

He straightly gets up from his seat, but she quickly stops him from leaving. "W-Wait..! What about me?"

"What about you?" he frowns. And she hits him slightly out of frustrations.

"You can't just leave me here all alone. I have no electricity, and it's gonna be dark soon. You know how much I hate the dark.."

"That's because you're a chicken." he provokes. And he gets another hits from her again. She pouts in sulks.

"You're mean."

"And you're a baby.. Now hurry up and go get your stuffs." urges him. "You can have a night at my place today."

"Only for today..?? Can I stay longer? It's been a long time since I have a cuddle with you." she pleads again.

"You can get a cuddle today and get back here again tomorrow." he insists. "How long do you plan to leave your​ house like this? Don't you wanna get it fixed sooner?"

She starts to pouts again when he nags at her. "Okay .. I'll settle it down as soon as I can. But promise that I can get a cuddle today?!" she beams excitedly.

He just gives her a glare, yet he still agrees. "Fine! We can have a cuddle later. Just go and get your things now! Hurry up or I'm gonna leave you if you're late."

"Oh, w-wait.. Just give me a minute. I'll be quick!"

He just stares at her who is humming happily while packing her things into her bag. And he secretly smiles.

"I missed having a night with you too."

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Kihyun

He's busy preparing the meals for dinner in the kitchen. She starts feeling drowsy as she's waiting for him. It's another tiring day for her. She never realized​ when she started​ falling asleep​.

The dinner is almost ready. So, he decides to go and have a check on her as she has been so quiet every now. "Did she fall asleep on the couch again?" he assumes.

And yes, she's already asleep while waiting for him. He lets out a soft sigh, quietly watches her sleep very soundly.

"You're such a stubborn kid." he mumbles while leaning down to gently kiss her, careful enough not to wake her up from her deep sleep. "I told you not to fall asleep here."

****

She opens up her eyes and slowly gets up when he wakes her up for dinner. She rubs her sleepy eyes and starts to look at him with a long stare.

"Weird. This is not the first time I'm having this kind of dream. It couldn't be the same dream again.. It's impossible, isn't it? But, why does it feel so real?" her heart whispers. She still can feel the touch on her lips. That soft and sweet touch.

"Hey, dumb head..!" She gets startles when he's suddenly calling out for her from the table. "Stop spacing out over there and come here!"

"O-Okay.."

She quickly heads up to the table for dinner. The meals are already being served nicely in front of her. But her mind is still somewhere else. Her eyes couldn't stop but to look at him. That dream earlier is really bothering her mind a lot.

"Stop staring at me."

"Huh? Oh, s-sorry.." She quickly runs her sights to somewhere else. And he just gives her a look. 

"Kihyun, can I ask you something​?"

"What?" 

"Just now, when I'm asleep.. did you.." 

"Did I what ..?"

His response makes her bewilder and starts to rethinks about it again. "Is it a mistake? He doesn't seem to get the idea. And of course, he would never do that kind of thing for sure. Maybe.. I'm just dreaming of it .."

She takes another look at him. He's already glaring at her with a frown. "How many times did I tell you to not sleep on the couch?" He starts to nag at her. "Stop talking weird and eat your food."

She gets flustered and just listens to him before he continues​ to nag at her again. He lets out a heavy sigh and watches her quietly.

"Did she already know that I always kiss her secretly while she's sleeping?"

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Hyungwon

She needs​ to attend a reunion party with her fellow classmates from college. And she doesn't feel like going, but the other classmates keep on forcing her to come. She's contemplating over the invitation. Because she knows that none of them is actually like her for real. 

But, refusing the invitation would bring more hate towards her. So she decides to go to the party. Half-heartedly​.

The party is good. Everything is great here. Except for the people. She doesn't like them, especially the way they treat her. Everybody keeps on asking her about her personal life. And of course, would compare her ordinary life with their luxury, successful lifestyle later on. It makes her feel stuffy, and annoyed. She really doesn't like to be here. How she wishes she could just leave this place right away.

"Hey, somebody told me that you already have a boyfriend." one of her classmates suddenly speaks up. "Where is he? Why didn't you bring him along? We wanna see him too."

"Ohh.. umm.. He's not coming. He doesn't like to attend parties." she says. But the girls just laugh at her answer.

"Are you sure you're not just making up things as an excuse?? I mean, you know, do you really have a boyfriend for real..?" 

"Of course she did."

The sudden voice makes them turn, and silence them all at once. She also gets surprised to see his sudden appearance here.

"Hyungwon..? What are you doing here? How did you know that I'm here?"

He just gives her a look. "You already told me yesterday when I asked you. Seems like you forgot." answers him with his cold voice.

"B-But.. I thought you don't wanna come since you don't like parties." 

"I don't. That's why we're leaving now."

"Huh?"

He takes the glass drinks from her hand and putting​ it away. He casually grabs her hand neat and tight, ready to leave the place.

"Excuse me, but we're leaving early today. And please leave my girlfriend alone. I'm warning you." sterns him. He's giving them a glare before he's heading out together with her, leaving all those girls speechless and dumbfounded.

"Hyungwon, wait.."

He stops and turns. "What?!" he snaps. But she's already tearing up, ready to cry anytime now. He gives her a look then. "Oh no, here we go again.." he sighs. He just casually brings her into his arms, so she can starts crying as much as she wants.

"You're such a crybaby." he complains, yet still holding her neatly in his arms. "Just forget about them already. Let's go and get some ice creams."

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Read Sweet and Cold Boyfriend: Maknae Line

Hello to all :)

Its time to continue the story. I’ll post 2 parts today, since next one is a bit short, but the second one a bit longer, so bear with me :D

Anyway, wish you all a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 5

The sun was shyly peeking through clouds when i woke up. I felt a bit woozy,  the events of last night coming back to me. My stomach ached, tears forming in my eyes as the image of Jake leaving flashed before my eyes. „Good morning, hun.“ It was Doris, worry still written all over her face. „You gave me quite a scare last night. Are you allright,hun?“ she asked. „Yeha, I will be, thanks Doris.“ I said, whiping those tears away. „Oh, dont you worry, hun, he'll come arround.“ She smiled, and winked at me. „Sorry?“ i said. „The guy that was here yeserday. A girl can only cry like that because of something like it.“ She said, gazing at the wall, like remembering something similar herself. I gave her the best forced smile i could make „I hope your right, Doris, i really do.“ „Oh, trust me, hun. I can bet you he will.“ She smiled at me so warmly, gave me my breakfast, and left me to to it. I didnt really have much of an apetite, but i forced myself to eat, and i drank some tea. I took my phone, texting Jessy, asking if she might come arround today. She replied quickly that she's actualy on her way here already, and i was glad for it. I could really use her company right now.  It wasnt long till her cheerful voice echoed through my room „Hey, hey, miss Reckless“ she teased. „I bring coffee and icecream.“ She waved the bags at me, but imediatly stoped seeing my face. „Oh, Maya, what happened?“ she asked, her face taking on the sadden look. That sadness came back to me, and i started crying. Jessy left the bags on the chair, quickly sitting next to me, hugging me tightly. „Let me guess“ she sarted „He texted you, didnt he?“ I shook my head, wich made her ask again. „He called?“ Again, i shook my head. She pulled away from me, a bit of curiosity on her face. „He was here?!?“ I finaly nooded. „Nice.“ She said, and i looked at her a bit confused, saying through tears „Nice? Jessy, i would not cry like a little bitch if it was nice!“. „Oh, shush, you silly, and listen!“ she stared, taking a hankerchief from the stand, handing it to me. „You said it yourself, its gonna be a tough conversation. And lets be honest, he has EVERY right to be pissed at you.“ I growled at her, but she shushed me and continued. „Wait, wait, im not done. He probably heard all the information from Lily about what happened, and im sure he 'interrogated' her for every little detail. She definatly didnt sugarcoat any of it, so he got the good picture.“ That word 'interogated' got me smiling a bit, i could totaly picture Jake naging Lily to tell him every little bit of events that happened. „Ok, you following me. So tell me this then: if he already knew all that happened, and if he knew how you wer doing, would he come here himself, if he was that much pissed? Or if he doesnt care anymore?“ she asked, looking at me, with a cheerfull grin on her face. She got me some hope back with her words, but it quckly got replaced with despair again. „But you should have seen him, Jessy. He looked so dissapointed and betrayed by me...like i drowned that little spark of hope he had in him. I dont think he will ever want to see me again, let alone talk to me.“ She looked at me smiling. „Dont worry, Maya, im sure you're wrong about it, if i can judge by other men.“ „You and Doris both.“ I said, mumling it more to myself then to her. Jessy didnt seem to notice. „Give him some time to cool off. Maybe then you two can talk again about everything..without all this drama.“ She nudged at me, getting up and grabing one of the bags from the chair. „This needs some serious icecream overdose, like right now! „Thanks, Jessy..for being here for me.“ I said, as she handed me the spoon. „No need to thank me. You know i'm here for you, Maya, for anything.“ „I know, Jessy, right back at ya'.“ We ate some icecream in silence for a while, and i could see on Jessy's face that there was something that occupied her toughts. I poked her leg with my finger, wich made her look at me. „Whats on your mind, Jessy? I can see something is bothering you.“ i asked. She hesitated for a moment, before saying „Are you really sure you want to know?“  That got me a bit confused „Ofcourse, Jessy, you know you can talk to me about anything.“  She looked through the window, wich was now full of rain drops, and her face took on the same gloomy features as the weather outside. „They burried him yesterday.“ She said finaly, and i didnt have to ask who she refered to. „Oh..i see.“ I didnt know what more to say. „Thats why i didnt come yesterday.“ She continued. „I dont know why, but i wanted to go. I guess i wanted to be sure it was really over, you know?“ she said, her eyes getting a bit sad. „I cant belive what i'm about to say, but it was sad. Seing his dad like that, alone.“ She turned her gaze back to the window. „Jessy..its all right. Its understandable you have mixed feelings about it.“ I said. „Is it?“ she asked, turning back to me. „Isnt it crazy to care for someone, even tho he caused us so much pain, and almost ruined our lives? After all thats happened?“ now her eyes wer full of tears. I got out of bed, crouching next to her, taking her by the hand „Your not crazy, Jessy. You wer friends for so long, all of you. You all shared so much together, I saw how close all of you wer. And for that bond to be cut so suddenly and cruely..Especialy for you, since you two wer the closest...No, Jessy, its not crazy you feel this way.“ I hoped my words would make some sense to her. I could see it really bothered her so much. „Maybe you shoul talk to others about it.“ I advised. She looked at me, a bit sceptical, but i continued. „Hey, dont dismiss it so fast. And beside, eventually you guys will have to discuss those events.“  „Later sounds better to me.“ She replied, some of her cheerfullness coming back. „Whenever you guys feel up to it.“ I told her, getting up and sitting back on the bed. She got up, went to the bathroom, and when she came back she looked at me „We have to stop crying everytime im here, its almost all we ever do.!“ She grinned, and i returned her a grin of my own. „Well, lets make a pact then, shall we? From now on no more crying! Agreed?“ i asked, extendig my hand towards her, wich she took instantly, laughing „Agreed!“ She stayed with me for a while more. At some point a doctor came in informing me that if all would look ok, next week i could get discharged from hospital. That made Jessy even more happier, since she couldnt wait for me to get out of here. „Oh, dont get so excited just jet“ i grined at her, and she looked puzzled at me. „Dan cant wait it also, he said you forbid him from drinking, but when i get out you wont be able to say no to him!“ „Ohh, that hooligan! He will hear from me about that!“ she said fierce, but couldnt hide the smile. „Go easy on him, i think we all deserve one 'crazy night out', considering all.“ I told her,and she agreed, but added „Just not too crazy, please! Dan thinks he can sing when drunk, and unfortunatly we can barely keep him away from the karaoke machine at Aurora.“ „Ahh, you shouldn't have told me this, now you have to let Dan loose, i have to hear that amazing vocie of his!“ We both laughed at it. Doris entered the room „Oh, its nice to see you laugh, hun, thats the best medicine there is.“ She siad, winking at me. „Sure is, Doris.“ I said, winking back.

Even should have seen it. He should have, really.

He should have called him out and stopped him when he started wearing those short shorts and those stupid shoes that had really bad balance.

Instead, he let it slide, and now here he was, with one of his knees dripping with blood while the other one had fresh cuts on it as he stood in front of the therapist room in his blue football jersey.

Even’s hands itched to go caress him and kneel down in front of him to tend his cuts, instead, he swallowed.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

Isak rolled his eyes as if that was a ridiculous question that no health care therapist should ever ask. “Can’t you see? I’m hurt.” The attitude.

Even turned around, picking up the wad of cotton. “Who knew Valtersen was so weak.”

He heard Isak huff behind him. He could imagine the way his soft lips pursed. “Fuck you, Bech Naesheim.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Even turned back to him, sneering.

Isak flipped him off with a glare. “I do. And he’s the best.” He sneered back, a bit nervous.

Even refrained from snorting. “Of course,”

“Are you going to tend my wound or do I just have to stand here all day?” Isak snapped then, not too long after, looking impatient. The sweat that he had shed in the football practice earlier made his skin glisten and shine. His cheeks were flushed, a lovely pink painting them. Even wanted to lick them.

“Why so impatient, darling?” He said silkily, leaning against the bed rest. Isak groaned. He loved making Isak groan in frustration because Even knew what would come after that. Isak would give up whatever game he was playing.

“Stop calling me darling. How many times do I have to tell you?” He snapped, his lips thin and furious. His green eyes boring into Even’s.

“Baby, then,” Even grinned.

“ahem,” someone cleared their throat and Even looked away from Isak to find Lisa standing there awkwardly, her cheeks flushed abnormally. She worked part-time as a nurse.

“Oh hey! Lisaaa,” Isak greeted her with a fake big smile, hugging her in the process.

“Hi, Isak,” Lisa said back, blushing furiously and unsubtly dragging her eyes all over Isak’s flushed body. Even suddenly felt a surge of possessiveness, it made his body tingle.

“If you want me to tend your wound soon then get started already,” he said pointedly. Isak looked to him, eyes going back to daggers again.

He watched Even for a second or two, making him squirm under his attention a little, then smirked before licking his lips, making them glisten even pinker. He knows what he is doing. “I don’t want you to tend my wound. Lisa can do it, can’t she?” He turned back to her with a charming smile, and she beamed. This girl.

“I can,” she replied, licking her lips too.

“No, you can’t-“

“Actually yes, she can.” Isak cut him off, pointedly glaring at him, before breaking into a sweet smile. “And besides, you must be really busy, Bech Naesheim. Let her do it this time.”

Even had no other chance but to watch them both painfully. Isak sat down on the chair and thank god, Lisa did not proceed to kneel in front of him to tend his wounds. He wasn’t sure he would have forgiven her if she did so.

Isak met his eyes meanwhile, a smirk playing at his lips. Even raised an eyebrow, dragging his eyes all over Isak’s body just like Lisa had done. And by the time he was back up at his eyes, Isak’s cheeks were pink. Good.

The satisfaction didn’t last long because then he let out the softest of moans when Lisa tended his wound, and Even felt himself tense up.

“Ohh, Lisa. You are so good at this,” Isak moaned again, before sneaking an eye up at Even with a secret smirk. “You know, actually, I have a few cuts on my stomach too.” He continued. “Should I remove my shirt?” He said a bit suggestively. Lisa’s eyes widened, and she stole a look at Even.

“No need,” Even replied, but Isak wasn’t listening. He already pulled the hem of his shirt and removed it, exposing his bare flushed chest and abs. Fuck. Even forcefully took his eyes off him.

Isak moaned again, this time complimenting her hair and her eyes and her soft, soft hands. Lisa was bursting out in flames, her smile wide and her whole face red. Everybody knew she had a crush on Isak. Every second-year girl had a crush on Isak. Why wouldn’t they? He was the football team captain. And he was hot as fuck. And Even knew what Isak was doing right now. He knew what was going on in his mind. Isak was trying to rile him up and make him jealous.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend, Valtersen?” he reminded him again, feeling pleased with the way Lisa’s smile dropped suddenly.

Isak rolled his eyes then. One of the strands of his golden hair falling onto his glistening forehead. “Seems like you have a crush on my boyfriend, Bech Naesheim.” He sneered, leaning back and flexing his abs.

Even felt something stir in his groin. Shit.

“I mean, who wouldn’t have a crush on your boyfriend?” He quirked his lips up instead. “he is just so incredibly awesome.”

“Ugh,” Isak grimaced, his eyes flat. “I can’t believe you are so-“

“Incredible?” Even cut him off, enjoying the way Isak rolled his eyes.

“Annoying, I was gonna say,” he replied instead.

Even shrugged, smiling. “Besides, I have my own lover.”

“Oh, you do?” Isak squinted his eyes, surprised by the news. Even nodded, his heart swelling in his chest.

“Yeah, I do. And he is really nice, you know. Unlike you here.” Even waved his hand towards him.

“Fuck off,” Isak scoffed, but he looked curious, interested even.

Even laughed. “He is the best." He continued, watching Isak's face closely. "He is nice, kind, super hot, even though he is a brat sometimes.” He admitted with a fond look.

At that, Isak's eyes widened in disbelief. “Brat? Brat? How dare you fucking call him a bra-“

“Remind me who’s crushing on whose boyfriend again?” Even cut him off, effectively getting the middle finger from Isak for the second time that day. Third, if he counted that morning.

Lisa was done with the knees by then and was watching them both with a curious look, the flush on her cheeks had faded by a lot.

“Why the fuck are you both pretending to hate each other when you both are each other's boyfriends?” She said accusingly, making Isak sputter and Even burst out laughing.

“What the fuck,” Isak coughed.

“You both are so annoyingly in love. Now I know why Even was so jealous, ugh.” She sighed, offended as if she had been played.

“Jealous? Me? What are you talking about?” Even protested. Was he that obvious?

“I’m leaving you both now. Can’t deal with your flirting. And, please Even,” she begged. “Don’t do anything inappropriate while I’m gone,” she wrinkled her nose, before standing up and casting a suspicious glance at them both before leaving the room.

The moment she was gone, Even stood up and walked towards his boyfriend with a grin, then knelt down between his legs while staring into his eyes. Isak’s throat bobbed, and the initial playfulness was gone by now, replaced with something more intimate.

“You know you just broke that poor girl’s heart, right?” Even asked his voice low.

Isak kept watching him in a daze. “I think she can live with that.”

Even watched him watch, and almost teared up when Isak spoke again. "I'm sorry I got angry at you yesterday," Isak apologized, looking guilty. "I didn't mean to be a dick. I love you."

"It's okay." Even smiled softly, caressing his thigh. "I'm sorry too, baby."

They both watched each other's eyes until they were both sure the other was okay and knew that they were forgiven.

Even leaned in slowly, and kissed him once on the lips then, watching the way his eyes shut close.

When Isak opened his eyes again, Even was smiling at him. He roamed his eyes all over Isak's face, then his throat, his chest, and trailed his hand over his pecs, down to his stomach, and stopped by the hem of his shorts. He pushed his fingers in, just a little to elicit a gasp from Isak before he looked back up to his green eyes again mischievously.

“Do you think your boyfriend will mind it if I sucked you off?”

Isak groaned out loud and shoved Even’s shoulder. “Shut up and just fucking do it, Even. My god, ahh fuck- careful about my knee, asshole- ”

Hamiltots

"Mama! I-I wanna stay w- with you" Alex whined to his mother. "I'm sorry Alexander but mama's busy. You'll stay with Mr. Washington, he's a nice man."

Alex looks up at Mr. Washington, then quickly diggs his face into his mother's chest. "Ooh! Alexander! I'm so sorry, he's just really shy- OW Alexander Hamilton! What have I said about biting!" Alex only yells into his mother's chest in response.

" It's ok madam, I understand." Washington leans in closer to Alex. " Hey Alexander, Mom needs to go-" Alex yelled even louder then the first time in his mother's chest. "Hey, look I know you're gonna miss mommy, but you can make lots of friends here!" He tries to reassure Alex. "Come on, mom will be back before you know it!" Washington says leaning over to grab Alex from his mother's grasp. "Come on, say bye to mama"

"B-Bye-bye" Alex waved, tears threatening come out from his eyes. "Now, I just know you will make plenty of friends Son." Washington says opening the door for Alexander.

Alex glares at Washington before walking in.

The second Alex walks in, he sees a series of activities and multiple at each one. The crafting table has 4 boys and 1 girl. At the book section there 2 boys and a girl who seems to admire the kid in a pink shirt with puffy hair. One of the girls aren't even doing anything, she's just staring out the window. To take a guess she might be talking to the birds.

Alexander's examination of his surroundings was interrupted by a girl in a yellow shirt and a boy with a missing tooth, he looked scary but his smile was sweet, both kids came from the crafting table.

"Well aren't you two eager to meet our new friend?" Washington charmed patting both the kids' heads.

"Children!" He says getting everyone's attention " We have a new friend! Introduced yourselves, like we practiced yesterday." One by one the kids start to introduce themselves.

"Hi I'm Maria!"

"I'm Charles Lee"

"Samuel Seabury!"

"King George The III" A disappointed was heard from Mr. Washington

"James Reynolds"

" *small cough* James Madison"

He glares before telling Alex his name " ..... Thomas Jefferson"

"John Laurens!"

"Hercules Mulligan!"

"Aaron burr"

"Angelica"

"Eliza!"

"And PEGGY!"

Hercules and Peggy were the two infront of Alexander almost jumping, "What's your name!" Peggy burst out. "A-Alex- Alexander Hamil-ton"

"Wow that's a mouth full!" Peggy says with a wide smile. "Yeah, but not as much as Laf's name"

"Well that's because Lafayett- wait if Jefferson is here...Then where is.." All three kids look up at Mr. Washington, who was looking around the classroom. "Hey Hercules, where's Lafayette?"

"Oh he went with Mrs. Martha, he looked sad."

"Oh ok, Alexander you can go ahead and have fun with Hercules and Peggy" Washington says, then walking off to the back room. "Come on lets go the crafting table!" Hercules grabs Alex's arm then rushing off to the crafting table with Peggy following right behind.

At the crafting table...

"And that's how I will get all turtles to rule the world an I will become a turtle Princess!" John says standing on the table showing a drawn picture with Laurens on a throne and turtles fighting off the humans to Aaron. "You won't be a 'Princess', you're a boy. You'll be a prince or a King." Aaron says grabbing his poorly drawn picture and pointing at Laurens on the throne.

"Sudd up A-a-ron, I'll be a princess when I wanna" Laurens whined while snatching his beautifully drawn picture.

"My name isn't 'A-a-ron' It's Aaron!"

"Nuh-uh It's spelled A-a-ron"

"NO IT'S NOT-" ( calm down Jamal-)

"Guys look Alex- oh wait do you mind me calling you Alex?" Herc asks, his bounce slowly leaving his body. " Yeah you can"

" *Excited gasp* Guys! Alex Seems really cool can he stay with us?" Hercules' bounce comes back. "Sure! he can be my partner in the war of turtles" Laurens says, throwing his hands up in the air. Alexander giggles in response. He sits down with the rest of them and they plan out on how to help turtles take over the world.

Randomly, Alexander feels uneasy, like if he was being hunted. He turns around to see 2 things. Peggy literally jumping of excitement, and a pair of eyes staring at him from the reading center. Like if they stared any longer laser beams would come out and kill him.

Alex gave them the same look back but more intense, the person is taken back, not expecting Alex to glare back. The kid comes out of his hiding spot to reveal itself as Jefferson, his glare get scarier but Alex stood his ground, knowing he can't glare any harder he keeps his glare and continues to stare at Jefferson.

30 seconds past and their still glaring at each other. Like if it was some intense staring contest.

"Alexander, was it?" A woman spoke, causing Alex to turn around. "O-oh yeah.."

The kind women smiles then points to herself "I'm Mrs. Martha... And this shy one is- Oh Laurens we spoke about standing on the table!" She quickly grabs Laurens off the table and onto a seat. "Sorry Mrs. Martha.." Laurens pouts.

"It's ok Laurens. Anyway Like I was saying, Lafayette honey, come on and introduce yourself"

A kid- who looks a lot like the Jefferson kid, emerges from behind Mrs. Martha's legs. Alex smiles "Hi! I'm Alexander! you can call me Alex!" Alex jumps, hoping it would cure his shyness. The boy mutters something under his breath while fiddling with the ends off his shirt. "You can do it Laf!" Herc cheers.

"He's Italian, so he can't speak english that good... He gets really shy about it" Peggy tells Alex. "Peggy it's not Italian it's french!" Mrs. Martha corrects.

"Ohh yeah sorry!"

"My..na-me?..."

"Go ahead honey" Mrs. Martha trying to encourage him.

He takes a deep breath. "Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette, Marquis de Lafayette, but Toi can appelle-moi Lafayette" he says in a very THICK accent.

"Ce est tellement cool! Je n'ai jamais parlé de quelqu'un qui parle français (This is so cool! I never spoke of someone who speaks French).." Alex beams.

Lafayette lights up "Tu me comprends!? C'est tellement incroyable! (You understand me!? It is so amazing!)" he leans in to hug Alex. They both share a laugh while Hercules pouts and Mrs. Martha takes in the moment. "YAY!" Laurens Cheers "You can tell us what Laf is saying! This is going to be the best!" All the boys and Peggy, cheer expect Burr. "Well, I'll leave you guys be." Mrs. Martha turns around going off to the back room. "Don't be rough now"

"Guys I'll be right back" Burr says getting up. "Nah-uh, You stay here, Alex just got here and you're gonna go and talk to Jefferpoo" Laurens grabs Burr and sits him  back down.  "Hey! his name isn't Jefferpoo it's Jefferson!"

"Nuh-uh, He hurt Laf a lot he'a a real meanie" Herc protested.

"Yeah! he also took my yellow crayon and broke it this morning!" Peggy whined. Laurens and Herc went over to confort Peggy.

"He just think you guys are babish that's why" Burr stated, causing Hercules and Laurens to argue with him.

...

" Taffy can I test your english again!?" Peggy bursts. "Ooo can I help?" Alex bounces for the first time today. "Oui" Lafayette smiles. "Ooo Lets get a book!" Alex beams, then turning around to go over to the reading center. "W-wait you need-" Peggy panics but Alex was too busy running  over the reading center to listen. Once he gets there, he sees 3 people.

James Madison and Angelica were on one side sitting on a bean bag. James looks like he was reading a book but later gave up and was listening to Angelica who was rambling about something. On the other side was Jefferson he was also on a bean bag reading a book bigger than his head.

Alex looked over in the different genres of books, deciding which one will be better for Lafayette. Grabbing and putting back the bins, sometimes grabbing a couple books in the process. In a split second, he turns around, reacting to the shifting sound of a bean bag. When he does, he sees Jefferson staring right at him.

They stare at each other for a bit, until Lafayette stepped in the gap between them. "Found book?" Lafayette gives him a nervous smile while trying to block his view of Thomas. "Oh not yet. I don't know which one to chose."

"Ooo ooo! Get the one about the black kitty!" Peggy doesn't get in the reading center, but she points at the book she was talking about. It was right next to Angelica. "Excuse me-" Alex says grabbing both, Angelica's and James' attention. "Could you please move... I need to grab a book."

Angelica stares at Alexander. It's not a threatening look, it's a surprised look. "Uh, are you gonna-"

"OH! yeah sorry!" she apologizes than moving out the way.

It a took while but he finally found the book Peggy was talking about. He picks up the cat book and a few other books he chose for Lafayette. " Come on, Laffy! It seems like a lot but I think you can do it!" The second Alex said 'Laffy' he noticed Jefferson look up at him with anger in his eyes.

As the two boys were about to walk out of the surprisingly big reading center. Lafayette fell face first onto his nose.

"Laffy! are you ok!?" Alexander puts down the books to check on Lafayette. "Ce n'était pas pour vous, arrêtez de vous embarrasser. Il n'est pas censé t'appeler comme ça.(It wasn't for you, stop embarrassing yourself. He's not supposed to call you that.)" Jefferson says digging his head back in the book.

Alex was confused. I thought Lafayette was the only one who spoke French... And if he speaks French and english, shouldn't he be around Laffy to translate?... but all those thoughts got put to the side after processing what Jefferson had said to Lafayette.

"Y-you were gonna trip me?" Alex says helping Lafayette up. Jefferson looks up at him, "Yeah, there's rules here. Starting off with one of them, don't call Lafayette Laffy, only I do that and I also don't like the fact you have a lot of confidence to walk in here like no else is here. Your lucky you're new here cause I wouldn't hesitate to drop kick that butt of yours..." Alex was almost speechless, at the same time impressed by how much sass he had.

"That's dumb. I bet all those rules just makes yourself feel better than anyone else-"

"There aren't dumb, they just keep everyone else out of my way, knowing most of you are.... what do you call it ... idiotic" Jefferson snickers. "Well at least I know the difference between girl and boy colors." Alex snaps back.

The room isn't silent but Lafayette and Peggy can feel the dense yet quiet tension between the two.

"Say it again." Jefferson stands up from the bean bag obviously threaten. Alex notices this and takes advantage of his anger.

"Hey Alexander, allons lire les livres que tu choisis? (will we read the books you choose?)" Lafayette says desperately trying to change the subject.

"Sorry I didn't know you poofy hair blocked your hearing, I said-"

"Kids! What's going on?" The 4 kids turn around to see Mr. Washington hold a stack of papers.

"Jefferson-"

"LAFAYETTE WHAT HAPPENED!" Mrs. Martha shouts grabbing nearly every kids' attention. Lafayette didn't know what she was talking about until he touch his nose.

blood..

"Jefferson-"

"Baby how long have you- Why didn't you- Hunny keep your head up- How- Oh it's ok tell- dear goodness that's a lot of- Imma need you to keep your head up-" Mrs. Martha continues unable to finish a sentence.

Alex walks over to Mr. Washington and pulls on his leg. "Yes son-"

"Don't call me that- Jefferson tripped him"

"W-what?-"

"Well he tried to trip me but LAFFY saved me" Alex emphasizing the name 'Laffy'

Jefferson growls at Alex before reluctantly looks at Mrs. Martha who had a very upset expression. "Jefferson we talked about this" She says sternly. "You aren't allowed to do stuff like this, It's rude and you'll get other kids hurt."

"Well sometimes they deserve it" Jefferson mutters. "What was that Thomas?!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Washington... Sorry Laffy" Jefferson leans in going to give him a hug. " I didn't mean to hurt you"

"And? who else do you have to say sorry to?" Jefferson glares at Alexander "And I'm sorry.... Alexander." He tries not to gag at the name. "It was an accident.."  

"No it wasn't-"

"Thank you, Now are you going to stop hugging Lafayette so you can hug-"

"No"

"Ok then.. Lafayette come with me so I can help you with your nose."

As Mrs. Martha leaves with Lafayette, Jefferson quickly grabs Alex by the collar. "Pull a dumb stunt like that again I will hurt you bad. Understand?" Alex doesn't answer he only glares for a while until he feels someone pull him away from Jefferson.

"Hey are you ok?" Laurens worries. "He didn't hurt you right?"

"Nuh-uh, He didn't get the chance." Laurens' eyes light up in admiration. "O-ok let's play pirates until Lafayette comes back."

Alex smiles, then takes one more look at Jefferson who went back to the bean bag. Daycare is going to be fun.

I just want to say Mrs. Martha and Mrs. Washington are the same person.

Me again! Can I ask for 2 from Hand-holding; and 2 from the Hugs list as a bonus?

Hey Nonny! I think you were the one who sent the previous prompt..? I started with these prompts first because when I read it... yes the bulbs burned out again...

I'm sorry it took so long...

I'm sorry if there are any grammatical or word mistakes!

And again, looking at your previous request; Virgil / Kayo

I hope you will like it!

Touches Ask Game List

Hand-holding: 2. Calloused hands in soft hands

Hugs: 2. Hug around the waist

"I Want One of Your Shirts."

He woke up with the wonderful scent of shampoo filling his nostrils. Her scent... Her touch...  Kay's... A few nights ago...

Okay... It was absolutely breathtaking. But right now she had to rest. Yesterday she admitted that she was tired; and she rested. Of course, it was nice to have her rest, but this was not like her.

What worried him even more was that she had vomited. She looked pale, and from then on he would tie her to the bed himself if necessary. Of course she refused to go to medical bay and And she's been asleep ever since.

Maybe she could already woken up and she could be watching with pleasure his laziness. Forcibly opened his eyes, the sun blinded his eyes for a moment.

Yeah... Waking up slowly was probably his curse...

She was still sleeping. She was slightly curled to the side with her back turned. She was graceful even while sleeping, unlike himself. Her hair was slicked back over the pillow of both of them.

He was unsure whether to wake her up or not. She seemed to be in a peaceful sleep. If he moved anyway, she'd probably wake up.

Last night he turned off her alarm so she could rest. It was coming around nine o'clock. She would normally have woken up already. With a sudden decision, he slid towards her slowly.

He buried his nose in her hair and kissed her forehead slowly. Her breathing immediately changed. Kay, unlike him, would wake up fast. Still, linger in bed was something they both loved.

His hand slid slowly towards her left hand and rubbed against the wedding ring on her finger.

He called out softly with another kiss on her forehead. "Hey..."

Her eyelids were slightly opened. And she frowned. "Mm..." She turned to him and curled softly against his chest.

Another sleeping position... "Kay..." He wished they would stay here forever but... "Believe me, I want to stay here as much as you do, but it's time to get up."

"I don't want." She answered in a firm and sleepy voice.

"How do you feel? Sick, nauseous or something else?" She didn't look sick. On the contrary, she looked great but...

"I'm fine, just tired."

And this worried him even more. "Kay, you've been asleep for over nine hours, love."

Her green eyes glowed and stared at him. "What?!... I'm fine, Virgil promise, I-"

"Kay-" Still, she was protesting.

"I'm just-"

"Okay! Okay. Since when is it a problem to be tired?" He was finally able to get her attention. She curled a lock of hair behind her ear and put a kiss on her cheek. She whispered into her ear. "I just need to do a few blood tests, maybe there is a minor infection, but that's okay."

She kissed his cheek and whispered equally. "I love you."

"Love you too. So can I say good morning?"

She smiled as she drew back. "Good morning, Mr. Tarcy."

He couldn't stop smiling either. "Good morning, Mrs. Tracy. You look more beautiful today than ever before."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Absolutely."

Her eyes focused elsewhere. She often did this while thinking about something. "Love?"

Suddenly their eyes met. "We must get dressed. We are already too late."

"If you're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah."

She was pensive while they were getting dressed and getting ready for the day. She didn't even realize he was watching at her. She was going to the bathroom when he sat in front of the mirrored dresser to style his hair. She said she was fine, and she looked fine too… but still couldn't help worry.

She was walking towards her when she finally came out after what seemed like hours. And... shit... During this time he hadn't noticed that he was looking at the reflection of the door from the mirror.

There was a dull smile on her face.

"God..." She leaned against the edge of the dresser. "You are where I left you all this time." She touched his hair gently. "Something wrong?"

"No. I didn't notice...-"

Her lips curled in a real smile. "Hhmm... I want one of your shirts."

He simply continued to mess with his hair. His focus was still on her. "You know where they are, you can choose whatever you want."

"Whichever of them I choose? You probably won't be able to wear it again." She was smiling.

He answered with a more smile. "And you will probably never be in the size to wear them."

"I can be. Probably within the next nine months."

His heart stopped.

The world stopped.

Did he really get it right?

Love of his life... his beautiful wife... really meant that?

"Is it-" The words were stuck in his throat... He was finally able to look into her beautiful green eyes. "Really?"

She nodded softly and began to mess with her pockets. Pregnancy test... two lines...

"Kay..." He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her stomach. Her head fell to his shoulders, her arms wrapped around him, he could feel her shake...

She sniffed and he drew back a little to be able to stare at her. She wiped her tears as she drew back. She straightened up slowly. "So... you want this?" More tears rolled down her cheeks.

He wasn't sure why she was crying, he could pick out the fear and anxiety in her eyes... He gently wiped her tears with his hand. "I want this... you-"

"No..."

°°°°°

No... She wanted this with all her heart... but-

"Kay-"

"I want this, Virgil. I..." Tried to stop her tears, she closed her eyes tightly. She could feel his standing up.

One hand slowly wrapped around her waist and brought her closer to him. The other hand gently grabbed her neck and kissed her forehead. Her eyes were still closed and she was determined not to break... Until the hand on her neck slips slowly from her arm to her hand.

He leaned his forehead against her forehead, the familiar calluses rubbed against her wedding ring and gripped her hand tightly. Slowly she opened her watery eyes and let go of a small hiccup that she could not hold.

She buried her face in his chest, let the tears flow. The arm around her waist wrapped around her neck and pulled her inside.

"It's okay." It was a whisper so small that only she could hear it.

Tears continued to fall, and he waited. She knew he would wait until she was ready, but he didn't deserve it.

She let out a shaky breath. "I'm just... I can't let this baby grow like me..." Her past was something she hid behind the walls, something she prevented from coming to light with chains.

Virgil broke those chains one by one, crossed her walls... if not all, she had told him enough. She had trusted him with everything, and she had opened up to him what she thought she would never show or tell anyone.

He understood her... or when it comes to a baby...

"He's destroying everything and and still out there somewhere, who knows what plans... I- ... I couldn't even do my job properly and protect you, what if I can't do it with-"

"No. It wasn't your fault. Kay-"

"And the life we ​​chose..."

He lightly kissed her nose. "Tanusha..."

"If you're going to say it to make me feel good-"

"That's not exactly my purpose but if you feel good that would be extra nice."

She could not stop a slight smile.

"It won't be easy, but Kay, I love you and the life we ​​chose."

"No." She shook her head. "We talked about this. We-"

"I know. This is not the choice." If he still had to choose, he wouldn't think for a second. "It won't be easy, especially with the life we ​​have, but we have each other. We can make little changes." He slowly put his hand on her stomach. "For both of you. And the Hood-"

"He hurt you all. He hurt me. And if he finds out about this now-"

"We can only do our best. I will protect you no matter what." Their fingers were intertwined with a small flick.

"Virgil..." Losing him too was something she was afraid to even say.

"I want everything with you, Kay. A family... and I don't want you to say yes to me to something you don't want."

She really wanted this baby with all her heart. She had worries. But they would solve it together. "I want this baby, Virgil Tracy."

And her mind went back to all the signs she could have noticed before. "What if I did something wrong? Ohh... How I didn't realize before? Fatigue, nausea, vomiting, cramps and… I'm late... I just thought it was all because of stress. It's happened before and I-"

"Uh- uhh... stop. Little changes, love. We must start by trying to reduce stress first." And he kissed her gently. And she kissed him the same way.

When they leave to breathe, she inhaled the scent of the shaving lotion he had just used. Annd ohh... A familiar wave of nausea hit her. She stood back hurriedly and ran, threw herself in front of the sink.

"What?- Kay?"

Yeah they should have made little changes. If he wanted to live, he should definitely have changed his shaving lotion. At least for nine months...