and eyes to hea


a series of unlikely crossovers:

Broken Vase

“Shit,” Joe stares down at the scattered pieces on the floor. “Shit.” He repeats.

Stepping carefully around the sharp shards, and ignoring the stinging pain in his hand, he quickly grabs the broom, sweeping up what used to be a vase sitting on the counter, filled with flowers he had bought for his girlfriend only a few days prior.

He knew Y/N was due home in only a short while, and he was trying his best to think of the best way to explain what happened.

She was surely going to be upset at discovering one of her favourite vases, the one her mum had bought her as a house warming gift for her and Joe when they moved in together, was now laying in pieces in their garbage.

It didn’t help that he wasn’t even sure how it had happened. He just remembered walking past it, carrying his laptop and charger, and then suddenly it was falling, the crash echoing loudly around him.

Once everything was cleaned up, Joe noticed the red drops along the floor, and the sharp pain in his hand decided to make itself known again.

Cursing softly once more, he grabbed a dishtowel, placing it over the new cut on his hand, scanning the floor for other signs of blood, wanting to get those cleaned up as well.

But just as he went to go grab some paper towel, he heard the front door open.

“Babe? I’m home!” Y/N’s voice carried through to him, and Joe’s eyes widened as he glanced from the doorway to his hand and to the floor.

There was no hiding this.

When she appeared through the doorway, sorting through the mail in her hand, he remained stood there, waiting for her to notice what was going on.

“Hi.” He offered weakly, wincing when she jumped, placing a hand to her chest.

“Jeez, Joe. Way to give me a hea—what happened?” Her eyes locked onto the cloth pressed against his hand before drifting over to the back placed on the counter and then the red drops on the floor.

“What happened?!” She demanded again, crossing the floor quickly to him, tossing the mail onto the counter and reaching for his hand.

“I’m really sorry, love,” Joe starts, “It was an accident.”

“What was an accident? You haven’t even told me what happened!” Y/N grimaces as she pulls the cloth away, “We need to get this cleaned up. Come on,” Reaching for his uninjured hand, she tugs him towards the bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet.

“It was the vase.”

“Which vase?” She asked, searching through the cabinet.

“The one your mum gave you.”

“Alright, what about it?”

“I somehow knocked it off. And it broke. Well, shattered — OW!” He yanked his hand away as she started to clean out the cut.

“Stop being a wimp and let me deal with this.” Wrapping her fingers around his wrist tighter, she began to clean it again. “And alright, it broke, but are you okay?”

“Just this cut,” Joe replied, hissing slightly, but keeping his hand there.

“Good.” She focused back on the task, cleaning and bandaging it up, looking him in the eyes when finished, “Joe, I don’t care about the vase.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Alright, I did like it. But I like you more. I’ll get over the vase being broken, but if you had been seriously hurt…”

“I’m fine, love.” He told her, slipping his fingers through hers.

“You promise you didn’t hurt yourself anywhere else?” Y/N asked, eyes scanning his.

“Just my hand.” Smiling, he leaned in to kiss her, “Thank you for bandaging me up.”

“Well, if you weren’t such a klutz…”

“It was an accident!”

“Still a klutz.” She grinned, giggling as he pulled her close to kiss her again.

anonymous asked:

UH THE MCCREE GUNPLAY ONE MADE ME FEEL THINGS, is it possible to ask for a first time scenario OR even more headcanons about it?? bc holy hell. thanks!!

I’m in the mood for some shady sin for my come-back so let’s do this (Female pro-nouns used)


Jesse McCree:

The soft babble of talking from the leisure room faded into a distant hum as Jesse made his way down the hallway, to his room, his breathing shallow. Lust pricked at his skin, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and made the unbearable ache in his cock grow hotter and heavier as he walked. He ran his tongue over the underside of his teeth, imagining how it would feel to sink them into your soft skin and mark you with those colorful purple-blue bruises.

McCree got the the room, opening the door and slamming it abruptly. You had started when the door roughly slapped back onto the doorframe, the hinges softly protesting at the rough handling. The book you had been reading slid slowly from your hands, landing on the covers with a soft thump.

“Je-” You began, until you saw the dark look in Jesse’s smouldering eyes, burning with primal desire to fuck.

You mentally prepared yourself for the harsh fucking you’ll be recieving, expecting for the man to roughly pin you down and begin to hungrily kiss you, for the primal pleasure of sex. However, you didn’t expect for Jesse to stride over to you, pulling his belt off and digging around in the dresser drawer. He pulled out a thick scarf with a grin.

“Sit in the middle of the bed, sweetheart. On your knees with your legs spread, the way I like it.” He purred, pupils blown wide with excitment.

You obediently clambered to the middle of the soft bed, slightly pulling your legs apart as you rested on your knees, slightly wary of what your Huckleberry had planned.

“Close your eyes, darlin’.” McCree was almost panting in excitment as you closed your eyes obediently, slowly feeling arousal stirring up in the pit of your stomach. He wasn’t usually like this, so it excited you on what he had planned.

You felt the soft texture of the scarf wrap around your heaed, smothering your eyes as to make sure you wouldn’t be able to peek. Jesse roughly grabbed your wrists and tightened his belt around them, expertly tying them together, so you were restricted from your sense of touch. Your ears could make out the rustle of his clothing dropping to the floor, all of his extra accessories being removed.

“Open those pretty lips.”

You did so, expecting the feel of the velvet textured tip of his cock head but instead was met with the fabric of his underwear.

“Hold these. Don’t mind the pre-cum, sweets, my mind was pre-occupied on dirty thoughts at the meeting.” Jesse gave a throaty chuckle.

You whined softly, tongue sliding over the fabric, dampening it and tasting the saltyness of the mentioned stains. You nearly bit down on your tongue when Jesse gripped your knees and roughly yanked your legs further apart, softly tutting about them not being open wide enough. He pulled your trousers down to your knees, the fabric seductively dragging along your heated thighs. The cool air caressed your sweaty legs, the room’s heat finally registering with you. McCree messily pushed your shirt up, reaching behind you and roughly unclasping your bra. With calloused hands, he pushed the undergarment up to join the shirt, exposing your breasts, accompanied with appreciative hum.

The cowboy carelessly pushed your moistened underwear to the side, momentarily palming your cunt to collect your dripping arousal. You whined softly as his thumb flicked your clit a few times, hips lightly bucking. You gave another whine, louder, as Jesse took his hand away. There was a moment of silence, only broken by your muffled mumbles and the soft sound of McCree fumbling with something.

You nearly jumped out of your skin with a very audible yelp as you felt ice-cold metal bump against your clit. You wriggled but was calmed by Jesse slowly massaging your thigh, humming softly.

You managed not to start when you felt the barrel of Jesse’s Peacekeeper gently nuzzle against your cunt, lightly, if what clumsily, drawing circles around your drenched opening. Experimentally, Jesse nudged the tip of his gun into you, your wall immediately clenching around the cool metal. You moaned against the gag, music to Jesse’s ears. He would have pulled it straight back out if you hadn’t liked it and so he was relieved and even more excited of the prospect of you liking this new sexual adventure.

You slowly bucked your hips, trying to push down onto the weapon, pleasure racing up your thighs and creating a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Jesse chuckled hungrily at your enthusiam and achingly slowly pushed his gun further into you, until you were filled up. You tried to grind against it, saliva lightly dripping from your lips as all comprehensible thoughts left and were replaced with an aching desire. The only legible thing you could think was a hope that your Cowboy had removed all the bullets.

“Well, don’t you look fuckin’ beautiful.” Jesse licked his lips, palming his crotch as he took you in.

Hair dishevelled, your skin flushed and sweaty, his weapon, the Peacekeeper pushed into your hungry cunt, the way your hips bucked repeatedly to gain some sort of friction. He laughed huskily, regaining a firm grip on the handle of his gun and beginning to pump the dangerous piece of metal. You moaned breathlessly, arching your back, sweat running like prickly diamonds down your heated skin.

“God… Look at you, my darlin’, fucking yourself on my gun~” Jesse panted, not deciding on whether he should look at the blissful and horny expression on your face or the way your arousal seeped over the metal of his weapon while you bucked down on it repeatedly as he kept pumping.

You whined brokenly, the gun slamming into all your sweet spots, making you shudder and shiver, your jaw aching from the uncomfortable cloth wedged inbetween your teeth. All of a sudden, the heated metal nudged just the right spot and the knot in the pit of your stomach snapped as you came messily.

Your cum coated the Peacekeeper as your heard Jesse groan lustfully, getting off to the sight. He slowly pulled the weapon out of you, your arousal spilling down your thighs, and onto the bed covers. You felt the heavy garment that was the now-sweaty scarf get pulled off. You blinked blearily as your eyes foudn Jesse, only to have your lust heightened by the sight of him slowly lapping your cum off his gun.

You tried to give him a weak glare but the post-pleasure coursing through your veins made you give up on any attempt of being annoyed when Jesse had just given you an amazing orgasm.

“Ready for the show-stopper, sweetheart?” McCree hummed, pulling out his leaking cock from his trousers.

You sighed contentedly as you slid down on his erection, knowing that this was going to be an eventful, long session.


The clouds and the mist and the snow and the day were gone. Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.
Wednesday began to walk forward, a lonely figure beneath the stars, in a broad rimmed hat, his frayed dark cloak gusting randomly in the nowhere wind, his staff tapping on the glassy rock floor.

“Where are we?”
Behind the scenes.” Said Wednesday.

My Midgard Life (10/?) [Ft. Reader x Thor]

Summary: After being injured during a battle Thor ends up on a beach shore in Midgard, having lost all but some of his memory. Thor sees a woman standing not far from him looking at him with wide eyes, he asks for help. The woman snapping out of her daze rushes to help him, taking him to her home she’s able to patch him up. The next morning she’s met with Thor making her breakfast, thinking that he was just thanking her with this gesture. However that is not the only reason Thor’s making her breakfast, it would seem that at some point during the night Thor came to a surprising conclusion. What will happen when Thor regains his memory?…

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 11 / Part 12/ Part 13

“Loki where are we going?” you stumbled as you walked.

Loki remained silent and you were growing tired of walking as your body was screaming with a numb pain. He still had your hand grasped in his and he was basically pulling you along behind him, looking down at your feet you saw that they were bloody and bruised.

“I need to stop my feet are bleeding!” you tugged on his hand.

You were growing angry with each passing second, as you remembered that Loki kissing you was the reason why you ran. If he hadn’t have kissed you then you would still be in Asgard with Thor not here with Loki dragging you to wherever. Loki stopped walking and you sighed in relief, he turned around.


“Never kiss me without my consent again!” you seethed as Loki touched his now reddened cheek.

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date: 19 March 2017
time: 9:00 pm
location: Twelfth Night
closed: @voidedhea

The museum was near empty. A voice rattled overhead, “One minute until closing.“ The sound sunken, disembodied and ricocheting across the walls of abandoned rooms, the hollow rib cage of the Twelfth Night as it’s guests exited the glass doors. Outside, it was dark. Hanging over the foyer of the museum was a clear evening, the skylight’s gold edges framing Leo, Cancer, Hydra.

Orion lingered by a sculpture, hands slotted in the pockets of his slacks. Waiting. His body was quiet. Not speaking in stillness. But still–it was palatable. The expectancy. And he seemed to wake at the sound of Hea’s footsteps approaching, hooded eyes drawing open.

Another game. The chessboard laid out, squares of white darker (early morning shadows), squares of black lighter (thick smoke). Monochrome didn’t suit them. But greys

He moved the first piece.

“Shall we take a walk?“ He laid the words out as a request. But it was clear, from the arm he offered and the incline of his head, that he wasn’t expecting to be denied.

anonymous asked:

💍 (Beadearie)

Stirring against the sheets, Shea groaned as she opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight peeking through the curtains. “The hell…” She murmured, rubbing her eye, only to freeze. Pulling her hand back, she stared, before her heas turned. “…shite. Oi! Rumplestiltskin! Wake up, will ya?!”


Hot As H*ck with @camillelafaye

“OOH, look right hea’!”

Her eyes had been glued to her laminated menu only a few moments–leave it to Camille to go bargain hunting at a wing-joint from the second they sat down. She was too accustomed to getting the most for her dollar by now: Force of habit when up against the cost-of-living in the greater region of New York.

“We can jus’ split forty between you an’ me, cher. You a man–I know you can eat damn nea’ thirty by y’self. An’ I damn shol can eat me ten…”

“How hot can you eat ‘em?”

“I think I can go pretty hot. I was thinking buffalo style, you know, try some authentic New York.” He wasn’t sure if that was really where they came from, but it sounded good.

Pete could really appreciate her thriftiness, too. The memory of being poor was enough to keep him from indulging very often. He liked having a cheap date, romantic or not.

“So, as long as we know what to order, where are you from?”

Classy Dogs(Final Part)

Title: Classy Dogs(P.19)Final part
Pairing: NewtXReader
Warnings: Crude remarks, cussing, sexual content, other triggers to be present.
Summary: Newt, Thomas and Peter(OUAT), have always been good at getting the girls in their small school wrapped up in their blankets before ushering them out of their lives for good. Newt finds a new attraction in the girl that just transferred and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get her before anyone else, but as time goes…He’s not so sure it’s just a chase for sex.


“Where are you going exactly?” My mom said suddenly, making me jump. I sighed, I was convinced she had been upstairs in the bathroom.

With a grimace, I turned to face her, giving a small shrug. “Out.”

“Out to where?” She looked up from her book and set the bookmark to save her place before raising a brow. 

“To meet people? Find friends?” I glared over at her. “Am I not allowed to have friends anymore?”

She sighed this time, frowning slightly. I could tell she wasn’t enjoying my attitude, I’d been harsh and secluded since we moved. It had been nearly a month and she pretty much kept me grounded the entire time. My new school was shitty, I didn’t try and like anyone, simply because I didn’t want my mom to think I liked this idea. “You’re more than allowed to have friends. I thought you didn’t like anyone at your school?” 

“I don’t.” I snapped quickly, gripping the door handle. “But I’m bored and there has to be one normal person in this area.”

“Y/N…” My mom started, but she stopped when I turned my glare back at her. “Fine…Be back by eleven.”


I pulled the door open and hurried out, shutting it roughly behind me as I made my way to my car. There was no way that I was going to even try and find a friend around here. I slid my cell phone from my pocket once I got into the car, my mom had kept it in her possession all this time, but I finally snuck it away. There were many messages and missed calls. None were from Newt. His mom must have his phone as well, or maybe he didn’t want to talk to me. 

I sighed as I flipped through the texts from Minho, Teresa and Brenda. Even one from Thomas who said he beat up Jackson. That made me chuckle. The last message sort of surprised me as I read it. 

[RE: FuckBoy-P; 10:38pm]: Y/N, I am so sorry that Jackson did that shit to you and Newt. I promise I had nothing to do with it. I screwed up and I feel really bad for treating you how I did, I know you won’t ever forgive me, neither will Newt and I understand that totally…But I just wanted you to know that I didn’t help Jackson with his stupid plan to get you separated from Newt and the rest of the school. Not sure if you even have my number saved in your phone or not, but just in case…This is Peter…Again, sorry.

I raised a brow, hitting the end button to shut off messaging before I pulled out of the driveway. Once I was on the freeway to my old town, I hit the send button and prayed that Minho was near Newt.

“Whoa…Is it actually you?” Minho’s voice said when he answered the phone.

I chuckled softly. It was nice to hear a familiar voice. “Yeah, it’s me, Minnie.”

I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Looking for your shower partner?”

There was a sound of a tussle through the phone and a groan before someone else picked up. “Do you even know how much I miss you?”

Newt’s voice made my heart race, I stayed focused on the road ahead, trying not to get caught up in the moment. I grinned. “I think I missed you more.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Not possible…Where are you?”

“Heading your way…Where should we meet?”

His breath hitched and I wondered if he’d say no, but his tone was full of excitement. “Outside of town, I’ll meet you at the old park off Montgomery avenue.” 

I smiled and turned my blinker on to get in the right lane for the exit. “Be there in ten minutes.”

We hung up and I turned the last few streets to my destination. Newt pulled in nearly two minutes after I did. I flung my seat belt off and rushed out of my car, he was a step behind me, but we both ran across the parking lot before he lifted me into his arms, burying his face into my neck. He inhaled deeply, a grin on his face. “Dammit….Dammit, I bloody missed you. I bloody missed you so bloody much.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

I smiled, leaving kisses all over his face before grasping the sides of his face with my hands. “I missed you too. So ‘bloody’ much.” 

We kissed for a moment, when we pulled apart he frowned and set me down. “Does your mom know-”


He shook his head. “She’d kill me.”

I nodded and sighed. “I’ll be able to leave in a month. I’ll be 18.”

He chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I will not allow you to leave your mom just for me.”

I looked at the ground, figuring now was a better time than any to say what I needed to say. “I might have too.”

Again, he frowned and tilted his head. “Why would you have to do that?”

There were tears in my eyes, but he wiped them away, bringing my chin up with his finger so I would look him in the eye. “She’s not going to want me to live with her when she…”

Newt searched my face before his eyes widened. “Y/N…Are…Are you–”

Originally posted by sundaze-e

“Pregnant.” I said, nodding as I tried to wipe the tears off my cheeks. 

The blonde swallowed slowly, biting at his lip. “Well than…that settles it.” He said firmly, taking my hand. I looked at him with confusion and worry. I was scared at first that he was going to tell me to get an abortion or that he didn’t want to see me. “Come on, we’re gonna go talk to your mom together, okay? And no matter what choice she makes, I will be there for you and for whatever choice you make.”

He pulled me into his chest and let me cry for a bit before he opened the door to help me into his truck. I was quiet for most of the drive, but before he pulled onto my street, I reached over and took his hand. “What choice do you want me to make?”

The blonde frowned, his eyes turned towards mine before focusing back on the road. “I love you…Y/N. I know that’s weird, because of…everything and I know that we only just started dating, but I know that I do. I just know it. And I would…I would want you to keep the baby, but only if you want too.”

I watched him for awhile as he pulled into my driveway, I smiled but the moment faded, it was quickly replaced by the fear of telling my mom. Of walking in there and telling her what happened, but mostly because I was walking in there with Newt and I was worried she would hurt him or make him leave and being with him now…Now I knew I couldn’t do this alone.

We both got out of his truck from the same side and headed towards the door. My mom answered it before I could open the door. “I should have known where you were going when I saw your phone was gone…Isaac, go home. Before I call your mother.”

Newt stood firm, looking down at me, squeezing my hand for reassurance. “Mom…We need to talk to you.”

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Y/N, I don’t want to hear about how you teenagers are so in love and need to be together. You aren’t. Get inside and Isaac, again…go home.”

“Ma’am…I think you should hear us ou-”

“Go! Now!” My mom said, her tone changed to show her anger, it made Newt flinch. I shut my eyes. 

“Mom, I’m pregnant.”

“I don’t want to hea–” My mom shut up quickly. “What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Originally posted by singfromthehair

No one moved or said anything, I watched the range of emotions go through my moms face and I thought back to the discussion we had about Jackson and Newt and the feelings I was having. I prayed and hoped that she would go back to being my mom, the one I told everything to and the one I felt was my closest friend.

Finally, my mom stepped away from the door way and motioned for us to come inside. We both moved forward and into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Newt never let go of my hand and he never took his eyes off of me, not until my mom spoke.

“What do you want to do?” She said softly. 

I stared at the floor and clutched onto Newt’s hand. “Keep it.”

My mom stifled a cry, but she nodded. “You must finish school…I won’t let you drop out to raise a child. I will help you, but you need to kee-”

I rushed forward and hugged her, sobbing quietly. She held onto me and than she looked at Newt. “And what about you? What are you going to do?”

Originally posted by mazerunner-n00t

Newt sat up straighter and looked my mom in the eyes. “Take care of her and our child…And anything else she needs me to do.”

“Your parents?”

“They won’t want anything to do with it or her.” He answered truthfully, frowning a bit.

My mom nodded and than she explained that she qould allow us to move back to our hometown, so I could finish school with my friends and so that Newt could stay with us to help during the pregnancy and with the baby, if his parents really did tell him to leave. 

Four months into the pregnancy, Newt gave me a ring and told me we would get married, no matter what. Whenever I was ready. 

It took awhile, but I finally became pretty good friends with Thomas, even Amerie and Emery…And after a nice slap in the face…I forgave Peter.

Newt and I are expecting a little girl, to be named Lizzy, after Newt’s sister who passed away when he was younger.

Originally posted by cutestcorner

Forbidden Love Ch. 16

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Summary: Your father is now married to a woman with 7 sons. Tension starts to build up as you move in with the 7 handsome boys.

Request what you want to happen next or a normal scenario :D

A/N: Next chapter will be up on friday ;)

(2040 words)

Reader’s Pov


“Y/N.” You heard the teacher say your name, inturupting your stare off with the newbie and stand up from your seat. “Ne!” “You will show the boy around the school, don’t get him lost.” You bowed in response and the boy sat not far from you. The teacher carried on with the lesson and you felt like someone was watching you. Jungkook looked at the kid who was staring at you the whole time and he balled up his fists in anger.

The bell rang and class was over and lunch starts. You walked over to the boy who stood up, not knowing what to do. “Come on, I’ll show you the canteen.” He nodded and smiled at you. You looked over at Jungkook and smiled at him. “Wanna come Jungkook?” He nodded with no facial expression, which you found strange. The three of you walked out of the classroom and the boy was talking to you non-stop and it irritates Jungkook so much. He intertwined his hands with yours and you looked at him with a weird look. He didn’t say anything and you just let him hold your hand. The boy saw how your hands were intertwined with his so he thought that you’re a couple so it made him shut up. You entered the busy canteen and you told him what each stands serve. He nodded to everything you said. After lunch, the three of you went around the school, making sure not to miss a single thing. Before the bell rung, the boy asked for your number, in case he needed help around the school and you gladly gave it to him. Jungkook saw how the boy looks at you and he boiled in anger.

After school, you and Jungkook got in the Jin’s car and you drove off home. “So Y/N…what do you think about…Minjae?” You looked at him to see he had an unreadable expression. “He’s kind and I hope we could get along well.” Jungkook nodded and silence fell between you. You entered the house and in to your room. You took out your homework and started working on it when an unknown number was calling you. You answered with a “Yeobeoseyo?” “Hey Y/N! It’s Minjae.” “Oh, hi Minjae, is there something you need?” “Yeah, about the homework, how do you do it?” You chuckled and explained the formal and how to get the answer. “Ah…I see. Thanks Y/N” “No problem.” You were about to hang up when he was calling for you. “Yes?” “Jungkook? Are you going out with him?” Your face blushed at his question. “No, he is brother.” “Oh! I’m sorry, that was an awkward thing to ask.” You laughed lightly at his panicked tone. “It’s fine.” “Well I was wondering…. this coming weekend…we could hang out…you know for a coffee maybe.” You blushed at his invitation. “Like a date?” “Umm…I guess you could call it that.” “I’d love too.” “Cool, goodnight Y/N” “Goodnight…” You hanged up and you felt your heart beat. It’s been a longtime you went out on a date with a boy.

On the weekend you put on a simple summer dress and went out, leaving a note on the fridge for the boys. You didn’t tell them about the date, they probably threaten poor Minjae like every overprotective brothers does. You arrived at the café where you were going to meet and you saw Minajae sitting at the corner waving at you. You took a seat from across and you ordered a simple latté. You guys had a simple chat and got to know each other better. He wasn’t actually so bad, he was sweet and kind.

Back at home Jungkook was sitting on the sofa with two of his older brothers. He didn’t pay attention to the movie, all of his thoughts were going to that new kid who liked you and who knows, that you also likes. “Jungkook-ah! What’s wrong? You’ve been like this for the whole week.” Jungkook looked at Jimin who had a worried expression on his face. “There’s this new kid in our school. I saw the way he looks at Y/N, like he is in love. I don’t know what is this feeling; I don’t think this is a feeling of a protective brother. This is more like a if I see him with her I want her to myself.”

Originally posted by jengkook

Jimin looked at Taehyung and knew what he was feeling…and he wasn’t the only one. Taehyung’s heart somehow hurts, thinking of you with someone, being like a couple. Jimin felt like he couldn’t breath, seeing you kissing someone while he was watching from the distance. “Where is Y/N though?” Jimin asked his younger brother. “I found a post-it on the fridge saying she was out with someone.” “It’s probably him.” Jungkook said with no emotions. He hated this feeling so he got up and went to his room. He buried his face in his pillow, he was frustrated.

The date went well and he took you home. His eyes went wide at the size of you house. “How many people live in that house?” He asked in surprise. “Just me and my brothers.” “And how many brothers do you have?” “Seven, but their by step brothers” You said with a sheepish smile. Minjae nodded and silent fell between you. “Are you free tomorrow. I saw this really nice restaurant and I thought we could go there tomorrow night.” You looked at him and nodded with a smile. “Okay then, goodnight Y/N” He leaned in a kissed your cheek before walking off. You blushed as you went over to the front door and entered the house. “Y/N?” You heard Jin calling you. “I’m home.” Jin came out of the kitchen with a pink apron on him. “So where were you? Why is your face so red?” You were about to answer when Jimin interrupted you. “You were on a date weren’t you?” How did he know? You slowly nodded and you saw Jin smiling, but this smile was more like he is hiding something that hurts. “I see, well why don’t you clean up? Dinner is almost ready.” You nodded and headed upstairs. As you were walking down the hallway, you met up with Jungkook. “Hey, I heard you were hanging out with Minjae?” You nodded. “Ah…well at least you had fun.” He ruffled your hair and walked passed you. The entire time at dinner, the boys haven’t been talking much. You sat on your bed confused. Minjae was cute, handsome and kind. You thought you should move on and it was good opportunity.

The night came and you dressed yourself in a simple jeans and white T-shirt with a leather jacket since it’s cold outside. You went downstairs and the boys looked at you all dressed up. You looked outside the window to see Minjae waiting by his car. “So you’re going out again?” Hoseok asked. You nodded. “I’ll be back soon, don’t wait for me okay? Love you.” You walked out of the front door and the boys rushed over to the window and saw you getting in car. “Just forget about it boys, Y/N is moving on, there’s no way we could stand a chance.” Yoongi said as he went over and sat on the sofa. And he was right. Taehyung took his jacket from the hanger and went out of the house, just like that.

You enjoyed the dinner that Minjae took you and you laughed along with him. You were eating soup when Minjae reached over and wiped you lips. “You had a little cream there.” You laughed and thanked him. Ten minutes later you got a call from Jin. You had a questioned expression and took your phone. You looked at Minjae, afraid that the call was interrupting him. He nodded and you answered the call. “Hey Jin, what is it?” You let Jin talk and you eyes widened. You quickly walked out of the restaurant, leaving Minjae their. “WAIT Y/N!” but you didn’t you ran, not bother taking a taxi. Jin’s words lingered in your mind. “Y/N…Taehyung was ran over by a car and he is at the local hospital in the emergency room, he said he wants to see you before falling unconscious…please come.” You kept running until you arrived at the local hospital. You rushed over to the front desk and asked the lady for the room Taehyung was in. “I’m looking for Kim Taehyung.” She typed in her board and looked up at you. “3rd floor, room 304.” You didn’t thank and rushed to the stairs. You ran on the 3rd floor hallway and found your brothers sitting outside the room. “Is Taehyung okay?” You panted. Namjoon looked up at you. “He is unconscious right now, but he just broke an arm. So far he is okay.” “Can I see him?” You asked worried. “Sure, but he’s not going to be awake.”

You entered the room and the scene broke your heart. In bed; with bruises and a cast on his arm. Needles were stuck in his body and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. You approached his bed and stroke some hair away from his forehead. “You pabo…why would you go out so late at night…” You had tears streaming down your cheeks. The call Jin made with you scared you to death. You placed a hand on his and it was cold so you took both of your hands and held them to warmth. You felt his hand lightly tightened around you. “The reason why I’m like this is because of you Y/N” You looked up to see Taehyung’s eyes open.

Everything happened so fast for Taehyung. Walking down the streets thinking of you, finding you at the restaurant that you and Minjae were at, the way he wiped your lips and the way it pierced his heart when you laughed with him.

How he crossed the street without paying attention, hearing the ambulance and being pulled on the stretcher. Jin arriving with the boys and running with him on the stretcher, telling him it will be alright and Taehyung asking him that he wants to see Y/N. And seeing you here with him already warmed his heart. “When I see you with Minjae, it hurts, here inside. Is that what jealousy feels like?” He pulled your arm down and planted his lips on yours. It was soft and warm and he places a hand on the side of your face. He pulled away, his face still close to yours. “Don’t go out with Minjae please.”


You were in the car driving home from the hospital. Taehyung had to stay in the hospital for a few days and then he may go home. You called Minjae and apologized for leaving him there and said that you would make it up for him. He agreed and you hung up. Your eyes felt really heavy and it wasn’t long until you fell asleep from exhaustion. Jimin was sitting next to you and he pulled your head on his shoulder and brushing some hair away from your face. “She ran from the restaurant all the way to the hospital.” Yoongi was impressed at how caring Y/N is. “Of course she would be so exhausted.” Yoongi looked at you from the front seat and smiled at your peaceful expression.  

Jin parked his car in the drive way and quickly got out and opened the back door. He placed an arm under your legs and around your shoulder and carried you bridal style. “Can someone open the front door?” Yoongi took out the house keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He carried you inside and into your room and closed the door. He gently placed you on the bed and tucked you in. He kneeled down and stared at your face for a while. “Do you know how we all feel about you? We love you, not as brothers, as men. One day you will have to choose one of us.” He leaned in and softly planted his lips on yours. He pulled away and looked at your face once more. “….

I love you.”

Part 2 of this request! It’s the drabble, using female pronouns ^^

Kuroo smothered a yawn with his hand as he leaned on his desk and drowsily returned his friends’ greetings. He was so out of it; another restless night had resulted in heavily lidded eyes and hellish bedhead. Kuroo reached up to adjust his earbuds, stopping short when the seat beside his moved.

The girl who sat there paused to smile at him. “Good morning, Kuroo!”

Geez, she was really good at throwing him off first thing in the morning. Kuroo pulled out his earbuds, his quickening heartbeat finally doing the job of waking him up.

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“It’s Been A While”

“Can I look now?” Brooklyn whined stomping her feet on the ground. A tired Aug rolled his eyes at his spoiled girlfriend before grabbing her with a little too much force standing her five foot even frame in front of his six foot one stance.

Brooklyn sucked her teeth stumbling over her small feet and opening her mouth only to close it back when the blindfold dropped in a puddle in front of her Balenciaga sandals.

“Baby!?” Turning around Aug nodded inwardly patting himself on the back as the smile on her face grew and those beautiful dimples he loved deepened as her cheeks darkened.

“It’s beautiful. Like how?” August chuckled handing the bellhop a tip when he sat their bags down. “Thank you, enjoy your stay here in Bali.” His thick accent made Brooklyn smile slightly before her attention shifted to their beautiful villa.

“I love it!” She smiled twirling around. The teal blue maxi dress hugged all of her newly formed curves and the large promise ring that he was soon going to be replacing..little did she know shinned brightly on her finger.

August let out a silent thank you when he noticed Brooklyn had no panties on. His tongue swiped slowly over his bottom lip and everything he had set up for tonight flew out the window.

Pulling off her sandals Brooklyn opened the glass door which separated the main room from the bedroom. “Babe look fish!” Her excitement made him smile and as bad as he wanted to sit around and explore with her he had other plans of doing some exploring of his own.

“C’mon Gi.” Just by his voice Brooklyn knew what August wanted and happily followed his lead. August let Brook go first watching her ass and hips each time she crossed the pathway. Reaching the wooden ground she went to what she assumed was the bedroom but stopped when August grabbed her hand.

Turning around she looked up at him her tiny hands holding his face. “It’s been so long.” It wasn’t just the love making she was talking about. It was the intimacy she craved as well. The way his hands held onto her body, his lips against hers, his voice, his grunts in her ears, the way he made love to her with only his hands. That’s what she missed the most.

Looking into her almond colored eyes August felt like the man of the world knowing that the Goddess in front of him only had eyes for him. He was lucky to have someone like Brooklyn to enter his life. She came out of nowhere.

The first night he laid eyes on her at that club he had made a mental note that she was going to eventually be his. Everything about her was amazing. Her flawless skin, her natural beauty, the way she effortlessly put a smile on his face and most of all because she gave him something he didn’t want with anyone else but her.

A son.

“Baby I love you so much and even though we’re young right now I can’t fathom life without you. You make me happy and I just love you so much.” Brooklyn confessed her arms locked around his neck while his stayed around her waist that she was working hard on getting back.

Brooklyn Giselle loved August Anthony Alsina so much that some would call her crazy, but when you’ve been through what she’s been through one would understand.

August brushed Brooklyn’s blonde hair behind her ear leaning down and kissing her soft pink lips. Usually he would fuss about the lip gloss or the lipstick she wore but he didn’t care right now.

This moment. This very moment all he wanted to do was please his girl and be in her presence.

“I love you more Giselle babeh. Ya ma’ world ma.” Brooklyn secretly adored when he called her ma even though she hated it in the beginning but now she cherished the times he would call her that.

Brooklyn stood on the tip of her toes. Her bare feet pressing against the hardwood floor. Placing her tiny hands on either side of his face she brought his lips down to hers kissing him slowly before she slid her tongue along his bottom lip.

August parted his lips allowing her to entangle her tongue with his. His long tattooed covered arms wrapped around her waist, his hands planted firmly on her butt. Gripping both of her ass cheeks in his hands he pulled her up and like always her toned legs wrapped around his waist.

Their lips never left each other as he walked them to the bedroom. 

Her fingers felt like silk to him as she massaged his hair gently digging her nails in his scalp. 

Brooklyn felt the softness of the expensive Sferra Italian sheets felt good against her skin.

Dropping her hands from August hair she spread her arms out feeling the coolness of the blood red silk sheets.

August stepped back some staring down at the Angel in front of him. Her flushed red cheeks and bedroom eyes had just about everything on his body standing at attention. Brooklyn licked her lips slowly biting down on her bottom lip before giggling and turning her head.

Even when she tried to be sexy she always ended up laughing.

August grinned grabbing her ankles lifting both of her feet and placing them on either side of his shoulder. 

Taking her right leg he massaged her feet and she sighed in content enjoying the massage her boyfriend was giving her. He showed the left foot the same amount of attention before he worked his way up her ankles past her knee caps and to her thick thighs.

No matter how hard Gi tried losing her thighs from the wet gain it just wouldn’t work and August had no problem with that. He loved thick Gi. 

‘Thick thighs keep the pussy warm and Gi’s was definitely warm’ he thought to himself with a smirk on his face.

Each time his hands went higher so did her breathing. Her chest caved up and down and she prayed to God that he would stop playing and just make love to her right now but from the playful glint in his brown eyes she knew her prayer wasn’t going to be answered.

“You missed me?” The huskiness mixed with the New Orleans accent made her clench her walls together and she immediately regretted not wearing any panties.

August kept the same glint in his eyes as he trailed his fingers up higher brushing against her freshly waxed box. Brooklyn gasped staring at him, begging for him with her eyes to just give it to her already.

“I can’t hea’ ya B.” His long finger slipped in between her ‘lips’ and she let out a low moan spreading her legs for him. 

August dick jumped from just the feel of her. It’s been way too long since he’s been inside her. With his finger her rubbed against her g spot biting his lip when Gi arched her back up off the bed.

She tried her best to keep the moans in but failed miserably when he slid another finger in her. Staring down at his flustered girlfriend he ripped the teal blue maxi dress from the top grinning when her full D cup breast spilled out. 

Brooklyn was too gone to scold him about it but best believe he would hear her mouth as soon as they were finished.

Latching his plump lips around her breast he squeezed it in his hands and quickly pulled back. “The fuck?” Brooklyn giggled, “I’m still breastfeeding dummy.” He groaned not understanding how AJ could drink that nasty shit.

Groaning he shook his head before moving her neck all while his finger continuously worked inside of her. Her scent was a turn on to him. She smelled of Chanel and Dove soap. Licking her neck she moved so he could have more access.

August pulled her skin between his teeth moving his fingers from her gripping her thighs. Despite him being rock hard all he really wanted to do was please her…let her get hers before he got his.

However, Brooklyn had other plans. 

Rolling them over she sat on top of him ripping off his shirt not caring that it was his favorite Polo t-shirt. Trailing her cat like nails up his chest she licked her lips at the little six pack he was forming. Her nails trailed over her name and she grinned bending down and tracing each letter with her tongue.

August felt like a bitch when he closed his eyes and letting out a low noise. He couldn’t help it though, Brooklyn always seemed to bring out the bitch in him when they were in the bedroom. However, he still let her know who ran the show.

Brooklyn giggled trailing her tongue down to his navel before leaning up and pulling off the HBA black jogging pants. 

August chuckled watching her bite hard on her bottom lip when she seen how hard he actually was. Sliding off the bed Brooklyn got on her knees and momentarily shook her head at herself. 

She was never into giving oral sex. It wasn’t something a women in her caliber did but when she was with Aug all she wanted to do was please him. No matter how much she knew August loved her she knew somewhere deep down that if she wasn’t doing it somebody else would. 

And she would murder him and the bitch if she ever found out.

Besides, the freaky side of Brooklyn actually liked doing it. Like now her mouth watered just thinking about it. She loved hearing him moan her name and the way his toes curled and the grip he had on her head. The way he threw his head back when he was about to cum.

Ridding her thoughts she focused on the task at hand. Hooking her thumb against his Calvin Klein boxers she pulled them down throwing them carelessly by her foot. 

As soon as she went to wrap her lips around him, he pulled her up placing her directly on his face. “But..” “It’s about you babeh.” Was his only words to her before he was drowning in her wetness. Brooklyn gasped when he sat up getting off the bed.

Never letting up she held onto his head for dear life gasping when he pressed her against the glass wall in their bedroom. Brooklyn moaned, hollered, cried, and screamed as his tongue danced between her lips.

Holding her up by her ass Aug breathed heavily going harder sucking on her clitoris while he tongue fucked her like it was the real thing. Brooklyn clawed at anything she could trying to get down but the grip he had on her prevented that. 

Squeezing her toes together she shut her eyes tightly and moaned when Aug slipped a finger in her tight hole never letting his tongue stop exploring his favorite meal. Brooklyn moaned and cried tears falling from her eyes as she screamed out August name. 

Looking up at her love faces August knew just by her faces that she was on the verge of cumming and he was ready for every bit of the sweet juices that flowed from her.Moving his mouth Brooklyn looked down at his glistening lips licking her own as his fingers went faster. 

The sounds of how wet she was, was music to his ears..inspiration for a new track he thought to himself. “Ya luh me?” Brooklyn shook her head rapidly gyrating her hips to match the rhythm of his long fingers. “Use..ya..words…B.” With each word his tongue did circles around her slit before he sucked on her pulsing pearl. 

That was all it took before Brooklyn was literally creaming and yelling out how much she loved him. August grinned holding onto her meaty thighs licking up every drop of her sweetness. Carrying a now limp Brooklyn over to the bed he laid her down and chuckled at her closing her eyes. “Ya tappin’ out on me?” He questioned amused and Brooklyn rolled her almond eyes

She couldn’t..not after all the shit she talked over the plethora of late night phone conversations they had. 

“No but I’ll make sure you will.” Sitting up on her knees she crawled over to August grabbing his already hardened member in her tiny hands. The feel of her small soft hands wrapping around his healthy size shaft made his knees week and Brooklyn smirk. “Already papi?” August secretly loved when Brooklyn spoke Spanish. She wasn’t a lick of Spanish but she spoke the language like she was born and raised in the Dominicans her entire life. “Fuck up.“ 

Brooklyn grinned cutting the small talk and wrapping her full lips around his erection. She started off by swirling her tongue around his dick before laying it flat against him and dragging it up to his head. Licking it like a lollipop, the slurping sounds had August grabbing a hold of her hair and closing his eyes. 

The taste of his pre cum turned her on even more. Brooklyn was a freak and August loved it. Their sex life was never lacking and Brooklyn had no shame in her game. Moaning she looked up at him trailing her dainty hands up his thighs before grabbing his balls. 

Massaging them in her hands she bobbed her head up and down never once taking her eyes off her man. She loved him and it was no denying as August stared down at her fighting to keep his eyes opened. 

Brooklyn relaxed her throat before taking him all in her warm mouth smirking on the inside when August mumbled a low ‘shit’. August toes dug into the white cashmere rug as Brooklyn pleased him. 

He had already made up his mind that he was proposing to her. She was going to be his wife. 

For real this time. Brooklyn continuously bobbed her head up and down wrapping one hand around his now pulsing dick which was coated in her saliva. Sloppy was the best type of way to please her man. August loved it and so did she. 

Feeling him swell in her mouth Brooklyn went faster letting August guide her head the way he wanted as he called out her name. Only after two strokes Brooklyn leaned away stroking his erection before he was spilling his warm seed in her hand. Instead of letting her take a breath August abruptly picked her up placing her right on his dick. 

Brooklyn called out his name clawing at his back as he fucked her standing up. “I love you!” She cried his name happy that the villa was secluded. August grabbed both of her ass cheeks bouncing her up and down before grabbing her face and kissing her with urgency.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed Brooklyn took control placing her arms around on his shoulders bouncing up and down. Clenching her walls around his dick Brooklyn leaned backs massaging his balls while August took one of her nipples in his mouth sucking on it like it was a piece of divine chocolate.

August and Brooklyn both let out low groans at the way it felt. Licking and sucking her breast he held onto her waist as she rolled her hips in a figure eight before sliding up and only riding just the tip. August bit down on his bottom lip before burying his face in her neck.

“Baby I’m about to cum.” Brooklyn cried out going faster. August held her waist stopping her movements before he fucked her from the bottom.

August gave Brooklyn deep long strokes. So deep she could feel him in her stomach..literally. “Yes baby right there!!” She screamed staring at Aug who kept his eyes on her flushed red face. Her 34D cup breast bounced up and down making August look down burying his face between her full breast.

Removing his face he held her against him never letting up from the assaulting he was putting on her now swollen kitty. The feeling of her clenching her walls together and the sharpness of her nude painted nails digging into his tattooed back only meant one thing. She was about to cum.

Focusing on pleasing her he let her take control as she rode him to her liking before she milked his already coated wood with her creamy substance.

Catching her breath Brooklyn pulled her blonde curly hair from her face before licking her lips at Aug. “I missed you.” She smirked her eyes glossy and filled with lust. August mirrored her facial expression kissing her pouty lips. “I missed ya too. Come throw dat ass back on ya nigga tho.” Grinning she swung her leg over standing up before placing her hands on the edge of the silk sheets.

August smirked standing behind her and slapping her ass which jiggled with each slap. Brooklyn moaned poking her ass out more for him arching her back. “Like that daddy.” She spoke in a sexy voice looking at him through the mirror on the headboard. The sight in front him only had him that much harder to the point it actually began hurting.

Keeping his eyes on the sight in front of him he gripped the base of his dick pushing the arch in Brooklyn’s back further down before he slowly eased into her. Brooklyn moaned out closing her eyes as Aug did the same throwing is head back embracing the feel of her warm tightness sucking him in.

Each time he thrusted into her she met him half way throwing it back like the pro she was. August bit his bottoms lip looking down at the ripple effect her ass created each time his dick slid in and out of her.

Brooklyn tried containing her moans and was doing a hell of a good job up until Aug grabbed her right leg placing her foot flat against the bed. This permitted August to go deeper and for her to scream out every word known to man calling on God like he was going to save her.

A cocky smirk was placed on August face despite him letting a moan slip when she twerked and popped her ass on his dick. Reaching one hand to her hair he pulled it yanking her back against his chest and biting on her neck. “Ya feel so good babeh.” Her eyes only rolled to the back of her head as she slid her hand down her sweaty body and to her pulsing clit.

Squeezing it and playing with it like she would do when August was away she screamed his name from the overwhelming sensation speaking in a completely different language. “Cum fa me babeh.” He encouraged her moving her hand and rubbing against throbbing clit.

Brooklyn grabbed onto his arms bracing herself for the intense orgasm she felt flow through her body. Kissing her on her neck August laid her on her back sliding into her.

This time it was different he didn’t want to fuck her, he only wanted to make love to her. The glass covered rooftop allowed Brooklyn to look up at the sky, the full moons light shining down on her beautiful boyfriends smooth coffee colored skin.

She held onto him tightly her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders. He held Brooklyn into him kissing her softly as his strokes stayed at a steady pace but still long and deep.

August pulled away from her lips seeing her eyes glossy and tears rolling down her cheek. “Why ya cryin’ babeh.” His words were choppy and it was hard to answer when August was constantly disappearing in and out her wetness. “I..I love you!” She managed to say before kissing him with everything she had. August sighed into the kiss feeling his heart beat quicken. He loved her..scratch that he was more than in love with her.

“I love you too Brooklyn.” He got out before he was shooting his kids deep inside her. Even though AJ was only a couple of month old the thought of his Queen carrying his Princess made it all worth it.

August and Brooklyn made love that entire night before falling asleep in the comfort of each others arms.

Brooklyn got dressed in her deep burgundy Celiné wrap dress which fit her body perfectly. It showed enough just to tease her boyfriend yet keep it just as classy. On her feet were a pair of Sergio Rossi black sandal high heels with dark bronze and burgundy details embedded making the outfit pop. The fifteen thousand dollar heels were worth every bit of it and a graduation gift from her father who was so proud of his baby girl.

Brooklyn styled her hair in a half up half down ponytail her golden hair reaching the bottom of her butt and her baby hair laying down perfectly. She smiled into the wall to wall mirror rubbing the coconut oil on her breast and thighs she sprayed her favorite Prada perfume on her body before giving herself a once over in the mirror.

Popping her lips she neatly applied her favorite MAC lipgloss ‘Moth to a Flame’ on her pouty lips before deeming herself as ready but not before grabbing her bracelet and necklace August gave her throughout their relationship.

Her nude colored stiletto nails latched the necklace together before she picked up her black and burgundy Chanel clutch and left out. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor before she walked across the water walkway to get to the living room.

Through the glass she could see August on the phone clenching his jaw looking like a sex God dressed in the black Versace Python Joggers and the matching shirt. The golden chains she bought him during the beginning stages of their relationship made her gleam with happiness especially when she seen he was sporting the fifty thousand dollar Rolex she gave him for Christmas.

She cautiously walked across the pond grinning at the tropical fish finally reaching her boyfriend. She tried to be quiet as she walked up behind him but he surprised her grabbing he by her tiny waist and pulling her in front of him.

Kissing her neck she giggled taking in his Tom Ford cologne. “Jus’ have it done. I’m on my way.” And with that the call had ended and he could now place his attention on the vixen before him.

“Hey gorgeous.” Brooklyn blushed kissing his exposed arms. She admired his new tattoo for a second before turning in his arms.

“Hey handsome.” Playing with his chains she looked at him through her long eyelashes before blushing and giggling. August made her happy and she couldn’t help but act like a little girl with her first middle school crush when he was around.

Stepping back he admired her style and grinned in approval as she did the same. He loved that his baby could dress. She claimed she was the one with fashion sense in the relationship but Aug thought otherwise.

“No picnic table shirts. Color coordinated and you don’t look like Migos. Mhmm mama put it down last night.” She boosted popping her imaginary collar.

August sucked his teeth giving her his finger before guiding her to the door. His Balenciaga sneakers collided against the cherry wooden floor.

Brooklyn had absolutely no ideas where he was taking her but the sight of the cocaine white Maybach made her eyes widened. The top was down and a short Indonesian male stood off to the side with the drivers side door opened.

Brooklyn stood speechless letting August walk her over to the passenger side. She had a lot of questions but decided to go with the flow.

Shortly after August spoke with the Indonesian they were driving down a highway which overlooked the ocean blue water. The soft sounds of Sade mellowed an apprehensive Brooklyn out as she hummed along to one of her songs.

August held onto her hand twirling the promise ring around her small fingers feeling pressure in his pants pocket.

“Babe where we going?” Brooklyn inquired trying her best to keep her hair away from her face. August didn’t answer her and after three failed attempts she eventually gave up and sat back.

On their own her eyes closed and before she knew it she was sleep.

A hour of being on the road the two finally reached their destination and Aug aggressively shook a now annoyed Brooklyn and laughed at the glare she sent him.

“Get up Goldie locks we hea’.” Rolling her eyes she looked around not seeing anything but sand and water. She could admit it was gorgeous but her stomach was only focused on food and so was she.

“C'mon.” Sighing she tapped Augs shoulder and he bent down as she jumped on his back. “I’m hungry.”

“Chill out fat ass im'a feed ya.” She pouted pulling his ear. “I miss my baby Anthony.” She missed her pumpkin and they’ve never been apart for this long especially in a different country.

“He miss ya too. Ki called when ya was sleep. She had jus’ got em ta stop cryin’.” Brook pouted she couldn’t wait to get home to her little Prince and kiss his chubby face.

“And we hea’.” Stoppin’ in tha middle of the table with candles and lanterns lit all around Brook gasped sliding off his back and pulling off her shoes.

“Aww babe it’s pretty. But I’m hungry where the food.” Shaking his head at his baby mama he guided her to her chair just as one of the servers he hired approached the two.

The menu was surf and turf both Brooklyn and August favorite foods. The porterhouse steak. King crabs with lobster tails and scallops were topped with asparagus, baked potato and zucchini.

Brooklyn moaned at the food that was placed down in front of her before grabbing the steak sauce and going in.

August chuckled..

Classy as fuck but still eat like a fat nigga who ain’t never had food. He thought to himself while laughing.

The two made light conversation occasionally joking and laughing. The two were now walking along the shore the cool blue water brushing against their bare feet.

“Remember when we walked along the beach?” Brooklyn asked swinging their arms looking at her feet which sink in the wet sand with

“Yea’ dat was tha day I think I really fell in love wit'chu.” Brooklyn felt butterflies in her stomach and she smiled. “In spite of what happened that day it’s one of my favorite memories.” She confessed.

August stopped abruptly causing her to stop and pull her in his arms wrapping her in his body. “Next trip it’s jus’ you, me, n’ ma lil yungin.” Brooklyn nodded in agreement basking in this moment.

“I found tha spot bae.” Brooklyn squealed jumping up and down. August had been trying to find a studio so that he could work on his own label. He told her one night that he wasn’t feeling the lifestyle anymore. He just wanted to be Aug..not the singer.

Brooklyn suggested he open up his own studio and record label because he still loved music.

“Really where!?” Her excitement made him grin. “It’s a surprise Kai found it.” Brooklyn pouted because he wouldn’t tell her but nodded.

August thought now was the perfect time to give her what’s been weighing his pockets down since he got dressed. Turning her around she looked down in his hand immediately noticing the Harry Winston box. She looked at August confused hoping it wasn’t a ring.

They both agreed marriage wasn’t something they were ready for. Especially Brooklyn she liked where they were at. “Chill it ain’ dat. I ain’ tryna marry ya ass no way.” Relaxing completely August shook his head chuckling some.

Rolling her eyes she punched him in his chest walking away from him. August laughed running to catch up to her. Pulling her into him she tried to get out his grip but failed and gave up.

“I’m fuckin’ wit'cha. Ya kno’ I’ll marry ya petty ass in a heartbeat.” She giggled snatching the box out his hand. “This better be my push present seeing as how I ain’t get one.” August waved her off. He wasn’t getting her no damn push present. If that’s the case he needed a ‘deal with Brooklyn present’ that was a headache in itself.

“You even talk shit in your head but I love my earrings baby.” She smiled staring down at her white gold diamond studs.

“Ya welcome ya lil brat.” She shrugged putting them in her ears. She was happy she chose not wear earrings tonight.

The two stayed on the beach for a good while before it was time to head back to the villa and pack. “Thank you baby. I really had fun this weekend.”

August nodded leaning over and kissing her lips. “Ya welcome Squirt.” Content she smiled softly.

She loved her baby but now it was time to head back to the states and cuddle with her other baby. She was missing him.