#(One right finger plus left thumb and two left fingers mostly)

[msbarrows]

What I typed:

Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimbel upon the wabe, all mimsy were the borogroves and the mome raths outgabe.

[shocymer]

Want me to teach you?

"Starting off as journalism clubs buddies, you never know how your relationship will take turns after he offered to give you a lesson."

Pairing : Yunho x f!reader

Word counts : 2.3k

Contents & warnings : smut mdni! , college AU, gamer yunho, oral (receiving), size kink, big dick! yunho, slightly pussy edging, overstimulation, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

“There’s something between you and her. I mean like you’re in relationship or..?” Wooyoung asked him carefully.

Yunho’s eyes goes widen. He never thought of dating you in the first place. After breaking up with his longtime ex lover, he completely avoided the topic of romance. He’d been dating his ex since high school. But at the certain time they’re in college, she became a campus crush and immediately dumped him.

He let out a soft chuckle in response, “How could that be?”

“Isn’t it obvious? The atmosphere.. ehhm kinda heavy around you two.” Seonghwa suddenly chimed in while his finger moved in circle towards Yunho.

He raised his eyebrow, a thin smile form his lips after ridiculed by them.

“Nah we’re not. We’re just friends, that’s all.”

To be honest, he wasn't that surprise when they asked about it. It all started from two months before. You accidentally took a glance on Yunho’s phone. He’s immersed in Detroit: Become Human walkthrough video while waiting for other faculty journalism club’s member to come.

Then you happened to be walking behind him before taking a seat. “Oh you’re into that game too?”

“I want to give it a try.” He turn at you for a moment before his eyes glued back to the screen. “But I still figure it out whether this one worth it or not.”

You crossed your arms then slightly lean towards him in attempt to get a better view of the video. “Hmm.. It’s a shame if you know most of the plot through this. Like I want you to experience the true ending by your own choices.”

“Wait, you ever played this?” Surprised that you’re into gaming stuff.

“I did, but on PC. I don’t know if there’s any differences if you play it on your console.” You lean away from him.

Now, he’s more interested in you and leaving the video played alone in the background. Distracted by your little fingers fidgeting on the back of your phone unconsciously, as both of you deep in talk. He’s wondering why is it so small and weirdly cute. Then he glanced back to you.

“So you’re not used to play with the controller right?”

You nod at him, “yeah, last time I try it when I was in 7th grade or something. The grip was uncomfortable. Right after that, I decided PC is much more easier.” You paused for a second, “but sometimes I would love to try it again.”

He chuckled seems to know the reasons why. Proceed to clear his throat before he answered you back, “Want me to teach you?”

Deep sighed left from your mouth, “I’m pretty sure you’ll be mad at me the second we’re in.”

“No no, definitely not. I got patience as deep as the ocean. You sure know that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, definitely a saint in your past life.”

He laughed at your remark and how annoyed you’re right now. You smacked his arm, telling him to stop. Not too long, both of you getting ready for the club’s meeting as everyone already gathered in.

You thought he’d be joking. He never brought that idea again after the last conversation with you. He occasionally texted you only about the club’s activity or college stuff. Until a week after, he slide a brand new box of controller towards you.

“Better started now or never.” He slightly tilted his head, pointing to where the box landed.

“Yunho, you don’t need to buy me this. I- like just tell me when you’re-”

“Shhh.. save that nagging for later.” His delicate hand started to unbox it with care. Then he handed it to you.

It’s mostly dominated with white and soft blue colors on the side. Plus the kitty paw shaped the thumb grip, make it seems like a customized controller. You reach it in fascination. That’s super cute. Both of you think the same way, but completely on different matters.

Yunho kept looking at your fingers which is nicely wrapped the controller. His eyes following the direction of your little thumbs that moving uncoordinatedly, mimicking the way you’re gonna use it in game. Then, his gaze turn to your lips, looking at how cute and plump it is.

He shook his head, after that he explained to you about it’s feature, how to turn it on and how to charge it. You listen to him just like in one of your lectures. Remembering everything that he told you while nodding at the same time.

“Thanks Yunho, that’s so cute.” You looked at him in guilty. “I bet this was expensive right?”

“Well, actually not that much. I just want you to use it more if it looks like that.” He flicked your forehead. “This is my own wish. Don’t ever feel bad about it, okay?”

After that day, you spent almost every weekend playing co-op game with him. He patiently guided you from the voice chat. Dealing with how forgetful you are and a lot of complaints about your sore fingers. With that antics of yours, he only let out small chuckle or teasing you even more.

On the weekday, sometimes you met him in the club’s room. Mostly during the meeting or when you do the project. The moment you asked him to check your works, he’ll lean over from your behind and randomly put his hand on top of yours while the other hand is scrolling the mouse. There’s also a moment he covered the shelf corner with his hand when your head nearly bump it or he’ll immediately fetched the things you needed where it’s difficult for you to reach.

You never realize that, but not with your other two friends. Seonghwa and Wooyoung, they keep exchange glances across the room whenever Yunho and you act like a new pair of lovers. They’re a hundred percent sure sensing something more than platonic relationship, when the actual truth is not. There’s nothing between you two, yet.

⁠✧

It's 3 days before the exam period. The faculty journalism club already in chaos for past few weeks. They’re divided into two teams. First team is responsible with the faculty website news update, and here you are in the second team handling the semester end magazine. Your leader pushed the deadline earlier hoping the only left to do is printed it out at the end of exam day.

Your tired ass have been proofreading for solid three hours non-stop. Flipping through the revision sheet and going back to the laptop. Luckily you don’t have any class today. All of you agreed to finished it today. But alas, there’s only four of you left, and making it worse the other two need to leave too.

“Shit, I forgot to consult my thesis. I’ll be back at evening!” Seonghwa barging out in hurry. No wonder he’s literally your senior a year above you.

Not too long, Wooyoung following around as he got notification with a sudden class at noon. He’s cursing along the way. Of course all of you haunted with the leader’s wrath, considering how strict he is. You still remembered the looks on his face when the last project failed.

There’s only Yunho and you left alone. Silence along the typing sounds are the only sound that filled the room. At this exact time, most of the clubs room are empty. Either everyone still in the class or diving in the library preparing for the exam.

The work flow with him lasted for more than an hour. He’s occasionally sipping his iced coffee while working on it. He took the editing part, after that passed it on to you. But this time, his hand slipped, nudging the cup of his coffee. He could save it, but not with your pile of revision papers. It scattered all over the floor.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry.” He immediately crouched down as you do the same to collect the papers.

While collecting it in a rush, your fingertips brushing the back of his hand. Your face only a few inches from his side, making him shiver from the feeling of your warm breath against his skin. Then he turn to face you, staring deep into your eyes. Your heartbeat increase rapidly as he turning his hand to hold yours. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your small plumped lips.

When the tip of your noses touched, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You crushed his lips, kissing him hungrily. He pulled you in, till his back hit against the wall only to bring you on top of his lap while the kiss still not broken. He peeled off his denim jacket as the temperature keep raising between you two.

Gasping for some air, you pull out from the kiss. His index finger caress your cheek trailing down to you lips. You open your mouth to let it in wrestling around with your tongue. He let out small groaned at the sight of it. “I always curious how it taste like.” He lean in to you, whispering into your ears, “and that’s incredibly sweet.”

He picked you without a warning, gives you a quick kiss before plopping you down to the couch, then closed the curtains in swift motion.

Now he’s back to you, nibbling the nape of your neck, sucking on it, sometimes sunk his teeth beneath your skin. You’re squirming under him, gripping onto his hair as the sensation wash over you. He looked up to you, searching for your permission to go lower.

You nodded at him. He’s devouring your lips again while his hand pushed up your tight knee-length skirt, revealing wet trace over your panties. His fingers caress your clothed clit, moved in circular motion. You moaned between the kisses, you can feel he’s smirking on top of your lips.

He moved the panties to the side, then dip his finger into your folds. He chuckled, “you’re already this wet hmm?” Then he’s slipping in another finger, makes you gasped at how full it is inside. At first, his fingers moved back and forth slowly, but over time it’s moving faster making squelched noises due to how wet your pussy is.

He's amused by looking at the face you make right now, moaning out his name when you almost at the edge. He’s stopped in the middle of it, pulled out his fingers. “It’s not enough if it just like that.” He's immediately going down to yank out your panties, then sticking his third fingers into you, moving abruptly while his tongue flicking your clit, sucking on it hungrily. You grip onto his hair tighter, only strangle moan left out from your mouth before his another hand tried to cover it. You buckled your hip as you reaching out the orgasm, biting the palm of his hand trying to stifle your moan. He flicked his tongue few times makes your body spasm due to overstimulation. When you chasing down from it, he licked clean your pussy, then going back to kiss you, giving the taste of yours.

He take a step back, unbuttoning his jeans then pulled down the zipper, letting his cock sprung out from his brief. You took a peek on it with your half lidded eyes, still recovering from the last orgasm. It looks swollen, the unbelievable girth with it’s veins pop visibly, and the tip is glistening with the pre cum. He's stroking it for few times before lining it on your entrance. The tip is slowly in, you can feel the pain as it bigger than your thought.

He's leaning down to you, holding your hands, then trailing kisses on your neck hoping you to relaxes. “I’m sorry is it hurting that much?” He’s stroking your hair while looking into your eyes. “Not.. that much.” You answered him in teary eyes. He kisses your forehead then to your eyes. “It’s a still little bit more baby, can you take it?” You nodding at him. When it’s all in, he let it still for a moment so you get used to it. Then he start moving slowly while his hand unbuttoned your shirt, cupping your breast and slightly fondle it.

He thrusting it faster after he hear you moan in pleasure. His hand grip your waist, while the other hand busy teasing your clit. Your pussy tightened at every deep thrust, making him groaned at the feels. His hips moved erratically after pressing his hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge whenever his cock in you completely. Your nails digging in his clothed back as you feel the knot in your stomach. You squirted over him, making a mess on his shirt. He didn’t stop while your walls clenching on his cock, “you felt so good baby.” After few thrusts he filled your cunt, milking his balls empty. He pulled it out, then plopping himself beside you. Both of you breathing heavily while staring at each other. After realizing it, both of you laughing at how messy you’re right now.

⁠✧

“I’m baaack!” Wooyoung slammed the door open, his eyes goes widen at the sight of you two.

“Aren’t you guys tired? You didn’t move an inches since I left.” He saw you typing furiously on your laptop, meanwhile Yunho sorting out the papers beside you.

Yunho turned to him, “actually I need some snacks.” He gets up from his chair, then put his arms around Wooyoung’s shoulder.

Before they go, Wooyoung looked at you. “You don’t need anything? Or maybe you need some fresh air, you can go with Yunho instead. I’ll continue the rest.”

“I’m fine.” You paused for a second, “uhm.. well, maybe I want a smoothie.”

“Okay got it!” he gives an okay sign to you, then dragged Yunho along out of the club room. Yunho stopped his step, “wait I think I left something.” He ran back to the clubs room.

When he got there, he whispered something to you, “After this, do you still want me to teach you? My lesson isn’t done yet.” You flinched at his sudden peck on your lips. He smiled cheekily while leaving you speechless alone, squirming on your seat as you feel his juice spilled down over your thigh.

[seraphdreams]

DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he’s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6’0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

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[finniestoncrane]

FINNIE walk with me on this...so for the dirty talk prompts meme...

Maybe Two Face is being a bit down on himself because of his face (which is HANDSOME he deserves BETTER), and female plus size reader tries to cheer him up by saying 🧠.

Then maybe Two Face responds with 📢...

If that's cool 👀👀. 💙💙 You can put anything you want before/after/in between of course. I'm excited to see what you write!!!

Louder

Arkham!Two Face x Fem!Reader, word count: 850 back on my harvey bullshit i fear because having him call me a big beautiful girl has lived in my head rent free since i wrote it down 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: big, fat, thick used for a plus size reader, smut, fucking, it's sort of mostly verbal fluff really if you think about it u-u

Harvey was consistently the dominant one in your relationship with him. Much the same as he portrayed himself in all other aspects of his life. Which is why it had surprised him so much when you exerted your own power, forcefully grabbing his chin to turn his gaze to you. As confident as he could seem, particularly when his crueller half was fronting, there was a lot he hadn't accepted yet, so much he hadn't come to terms with. So much that ate away at him.

Tiny words, gestures. Comments on how beautiful and soft you were, particularly in comparison to him, as he let his hands skirt over your curves and rolls, fingers sinking into the excess, plush skin as a lustful growl rolled through his throat. The way he would try to keep your eyes on the right side of his face, shirking away if you touched the left, or even looked deep into his permanently exposed eye.

The regret built up intsantly as what was left of his lips curled into a snarl. You waited patiently for his retort. Either a yell, an assertive growl, or an equally terrifying hushed reminder of who was in control. But instead, he had bent down into you, the snarl softening as his mouth met yours, tongue pressing between your lips and swirling round yours.

Bravely, you had lifted your hands to both of his cheeks, stroking them with the same gentleness, the same arousal, the same love you had for both parts of him. And you were rewarded with a frenzied undressing before he laid you down on his desk, papers pushed to the floor, and began fucking you.

Stifling the moans that were scratching at your throat, you bit your inner cheek. You couldn't tell who was just outside the office, and given how loud you thought you might get as Harvey pounded your aching cunt, you assumed people on the streets below might be able to hear you too.

In a rather forceful move, highlighting that your efforts in boosting his confidence had started to bring him back to his normal self, he grabbed your soft chin, letting it rest in his palm as he held your rounded cheeks firmly between his thumb and fingers.

"Louder. I want everyone to know how good I am."

No longer concerned about embarrassing him, about someone overhearing and blowing your supposed cover, you let your wails of pleasure come out. Each thud of his hips against your rear making you groan, always underscored by a desperate sigh and clawing breaths.

"That's it, good girl. Let them know how much you enjoy it."

As though he had caught himself, the way he was unburdened in the moment by his issues with his own image and self-confidence, he stuttered, his hips slowing to a complete stop, his cock still buried in your tensing walls.

"I had no idea that you felt this way... about all of me."

His eyes searched yours for any signs of flinching, a grimace that told him you were lying, that you only held this adoration for the parts of him that were still acceptable to society. But you held strong, truthful, and eased your head up to search for a kiss. His lips met yours once more, soft, despite the frantic fucking of just a moment ago.

"Of course I do, Harvey. Every time I think about you... I get so hot..."

You clenched, muscles tightening around his cock, which twitched in response.

"... and I think about you, both of you... all of you, a lot."

In a rush of what you could only assume was complete joy, warmed by the knowledge that you cared for him wholly, Harvey continued your rough fucking, bouncing your body against him, against the desk, watching you move and ripple with each thrust.

"My big, beautiful girl... let them hear... ah... tell them... tell me... tell us how good it feels..."

A soft moan passed over your lips, but you made an effort to follow it with a louder sound, a guttural groan that led to your words. Mumbled, barely cohesive to your empty brain, but you were sure there were sentiments of how amazing he felt inside of you, riding your patient orgasm through you.

"I'll tell you how good you are... so plush... so thick..."

His voice hardened, sharp, animalistic.

"...plenty for us to grab."

With his fingers embedded into your hips under the fold of your stomach, he pulled you down into him, his sounds matching the pace of his hips, growls and grunts that echoed over the top of yours. But he could still make out the short, sharp, but nevertheless satisfied, whines as he pummelled your body.

"Don't worry, sweet girl... I'll be careful with your soft body... but I think you can handle... hng... a bit of rough, huh? Just a little bit to make you scream louder for me..."

Your eyes flitted towards him, offering him a nod as you bit your lip, drool escaping from the corner of your mouth.

"That's it... louder."

[xavviquz]

♥︎ you and satoru are teachers at jujutsu tech.. what could go wrong? ♥︎ - fem!reader x satoru gojo

warnings // !!MDNI!! semi public sex (reader n gojo are in the supply closet), quicky, praise, breast fondling, nicknames (sweetie, love, baby, ect.), gojo fingers the reader :P , unprotected sex, humiliation(?)

notes // you two are in a secret relationship bcs yk.. whats better than secret relationships right?? megumi is the only one who knows because of gojos big mouth. anyhow, hope you enjoy ♡ ! wc: 1.6k

synopsis: gojo cant help himself around you when you look so serious and professional.. so whats the harm in a little fun in work?

you and gojo were teachers at jujutsu tech, teaching the first years about cursed spirits, techniques, weapons and what not.

the milisecond you had applied for the job after years of killing cursed spirits yourself, you didnt know what sorts of mess you were getting into. bickering, arguing, constant chatting was NOT something you wanted to hear your whole life mostly every day. although gojo had a way of making you feel better durring those horrid days.

as you were in the middle of flipping through endless paper work, your hair tied up in a bun and those glasses of yours falling off every now and then as you rest your cheek on your hand. your hand began to feel like mush, your handwriting getting sloppier and unreadable. as you were just drifting off to sleep, the sound of the door sliding wide open, the clacking of shoes came hitting the dark wood floors.

“someones workin’ hard.” satoru walked over to your desk, kneeling down, resting his head in his arms and on your table with a smile. “c’mon sweet stuff, hate to see ya working so hard..” he gave a pouty expression, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“you know i have work to do, ‘toru.. and plus, what if we get caught? then what do we do?” you shrugged, rubbing your temples, clearly agitated at the moment.

satoru rolled his eyes, glancing around the room as he got up from the position he was in. and there it was. a storage closet. satoru pointed his thumb into the direction of the closet, but before he could bother getting one measly word out, you shut him down.

“we are NOT going in there, and we are not having sex. can’t you atleast see i’m a little occupied??” great. now you were agitated and horny just at the thought of it. your panties were slightly soaked already, but you refused to admit something like that.

“c’mon baby, please..? for me.” satoru groaned, slumping his walk toward you as he crouched down at your chair, placing his head on your thigh. you sighed, glancing down at him. he always knew exactly what you wanted. even if you didnt exactly tell him.

satoru started rubbing the insides of your thigh, awaiting your answer with a small whine. and in what position were you to refuse him? you were horny and upset. what other ways to clear your mind than sex? your eyes rolled over to his, looking at him so helpless and needy. “fine. 15 minutes, nothin’ more, nothin’ less. i dont want complaining either, ‘toru.”

satoru immediately stood up, motioning a zipper on his mouth, locking it, and throwing away the key.

as soon as you rised from your chair, he picked you up as if you were a feather, wrapping your legs around his waist. satoru carried you over to the storage closet. it was lit by one small lightbulb at the top of the ceiling, flickering as it got turned on.

as much as you’d love to have sex with satoru, the most of your worries were the first years coming in and looking for you two. what if they looked in the closet? or maybe even heard your moans slipping from your mouth and into the filth of the situation? and—

your thoughts were interrupted by satoru kissing the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the back. soft hums left your throat as you moved your head more to the side. you held satoru’s cheek, carressing it as he continued planting his kisses.

his hand slithered up to the buttons of your uniform, one by one becoming undone. satoru’s mouth left your neck, cocking his head to the side as he looked at each button snapping off. you undid the bottom half, taking off the jacket. satoru didnt even bother undoing each button when it came to the white top you wore. your bra was practically showing through the clothes anyways.

few seconds later, he ended up using his cursed energy to rip that top in half. the breeze hit your back, shivering as goosebumps formed. “‘toru! you dont have to keep ripping my clothes apart.” you snapped your head back at him, giving the other a grouchy look.

satoru rolled his eyes at your reaction, unzipping his pants. “you aren’t gonna let me do all the work, are you?” he leaned back on a shelf, looking down at your ass while you slowly slid down your panties, leaving yourself wet and bare for him. satoru smirked at the sight before him, a hand trailing up your thigh and to your cunt.

two fingers entered your pussy, searching for that same spot that had pleasured you countless of times before. a moan slipped past your lips immediately. with an arched back, you looked back at satoru who was clearly getting off at your small whimpers and moans, along with the sounds of his fingers thrusting in your cunt.

as he continued to thrust his fingers in your pussy, his hand slipped down to his boxers, jerking himself off at the sight of you. “sshit baby, you look so perfect..” he whispered underneath his breath, rolling his head back.

“mmphf.. ‘toru.. just put it in please..” the thrusts were rhythmatic and relentless. satoru knew your insides like the back of his hand. suddenly, his fingers dug deeper into your cunt, making you throw your head back in pleasure, covering your mouth to prevent any louder noises.

your eyes were almost crystal clear, faint sniffling was heard while you whined out satoru’s name. as each thrust dug into your insides, the more it slowly killed you that satoru wasnt inside by now.

satoru rolled his head back as he continued jerking himself off. soon, his hand left his cock and went up to your bra, unclipping it as he continued to press into your cunt. “good girl.. so fuckin’ wet f’me..” he whispered in your ear, slightly bending your body down as he leaned on you.

he fondled with your breasts and continued thrusting his fingers into you. the more that this continued, the more you found yourself shaking and whimpering his name pathetically. “mmnh.. ‘toru please..” your cries for satoru was like music to his ears.

satoru pulled down his boxers, slowly edging into you. his hand made his way to your mouth, sticking the two fingers he fucked you with down your throat.

just as he was about to spout out some nonsense about how good you’re taking him, three sets of footsteps came into the classroom. the two of you could hear faint talking and desks moving. though you two knew exactly who they were.

nobara, megumi, and yuji. you looked back at satoru but he only smirked, starting to thrust into you slowly. you moaned onto his fingers, trying to keep yourself silent from the pleasure you felt.

satoru’s hand left your breast, holding your hips in place just so he could thrust into you all the more deeper and faster. “hha.. i wonder what the students would think if they saw you like this..” he said it with such intention as if he were actually gonna open the door and fuck you raw infront of them.

you shook your head, your mind fuzzing up at the little things. you could barely take note of what he was saying.

satoru cocked his head to the side, looking at your face which had droop dripping from your chin. “perfect.. mind if i take a picture?” you didnt even have to answer. he already knew whag you were gonna say anyways.

he pulled out his phone from his back pocket, taking a selfie with him kissing the back of your neck, and you completely fucked out of your mind. of course as satoru was.. he forgot to put his phone on silent.

a flash came on, blinding your eyes but you were too mindless to care. click! .. you immediately looked at him, your mind breaking from the sudden trance you were in.

“did you hear that?” yuji looked over to the closet, looking around at megumi and nobara to see if they had heard that same click sound.

“i did now that you mention it, it came from over there didnt it?” nobara pointed over to the closet, looking at the slightly opened door. it was cracked open just enough for them to stick their eyes through and look around.

satoru chuckled, whispering down to your ear. “i wonder what that noise could be..” he said as he continued thrusting after a little while of being silent and still. his hands gripped at your waist as you tried to match his pace without making so much noise at the same time.

as yuji and nobara got more curious about the click sound, they got closer and closer to the storage closet.

megumi glanced at the two, looking at his phone, walking up behind the two. “c’mon, gojo said we gotta meet him outside in the front.” as if. satoru was still fucking your brains into mush, praising each part of your body. he started to whisper small ‘i love you’s. he grew close to cumming, begging you to cum together as if you havent already.

“please baby.. f’me okay? together.” he whispered under his breath as you nod, satoru smiled at your agreement, cumming inside of you right after. you were completely drained and leaking. you could barely stand at all really.

satoru helped you with your clothes, giving you his white button up, putting back on your jacket. as soon as the both of you were done getting changed, he sat you down back at your office.

“see you at home, baby, dont be late.” he said in a cheery smile as he waved goodbye. you smile and nodded back, realizing what else you didnt have on. your panties. you sighed and hit your head on your desk. panty stealing thief.

a/n: please consider reblogging, liking, and commenting recommendations!

ⓒ 2024 xavviquz - dont copy, repost, or modify

[kdjojo]

Hellloooo ,any obkk all time fav recs for this poor anon ?

HOKLY SHILT YES I actually have a lot but some of them r a/b/o (a lot of these r by the same author)

Kintsugi

Five years after the Fourth War, Kakashi finds himself reliving his worst days as he wakes up on a battlefield he left behind long ago. But this isn't the fight that he remembers, and this isn't the role he's meant to play.

The face staring back from the other side of the war is enough to break his heart.

OR:

After acquiring a new book, Kakashi finds himself in another world playing the villain. Worse still is that this isn't the first time he's been here.

Quiet revolutions

Tensions are running high between Kumo and Konoha. Between the targeting of the Hyuga clan for their Byakugan and an unknown ANBU running interference on missions, their tentative alliance is strained and war is just one slip-up away.

Not wanting any part in this, Obito is dragged into it anyway when he's given a mission to find out who instigated the attack. Instead, he gets more than he bargained for when a certain Kumo-nin lies in wait on the other side of Kamui.

OR:

Due to extenuating circumstances, Kakashi grows up in Kumo and decides that this strange, masked ANBU skulking around his village would make for a fun distraction from his boredom.

Kill the Lights + Fools Paradise + Fools Gold (This r all connected BTW!! Fools Gold and Fools Paradise show how they met as kids)

Improper use of Kamui finds Kakashi in a world where he and Obito are mated, the Kannabi Bridge mission was handed off to another team, and people are calling him an omega.

That's the least of his issues.

Meanwhile, a certain Kamui-displaced omega has his hands full dealing with the mess of another timeline.

OR:

While an omega Kakashi from an alternate reality tries to single-handedly fix canon, ours learns what it's like to be the protagonist in one of Master Jiraiya's novels.

Warning for this one because OH MY GOD. THIS HAS SO MUCH DARK STUFF IN IT.

To lose is to gain

Kakashi started to sob, the sound weak and broken.

“Shhh…” The masked man hushed him, gloved fingers returning to stroke his face once more, swirled orange leaning closer and closer. The mask’s surface was cold and smooth as it pressed against Kakashi’s lips, a mockery of a kiss being given. “Don’t you want to see him?”

The question didn’t make sense to Kakashi. Who? He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, barely managing to form a response, his voice pathetically weak. “God?”

“No.” The other man chuckled, genuine amusement in the sound. “I’m already here.” His thumb brushed against Kakashi’s lip for a moment, mask angling close to his right ear before he continued. “Don’t you want to see your father?”

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE ONE OUT OF ALL !!!

AD MELIORA

Ever since they returned from Kannabi Bridge, Rin's teammates have been acting weird.

Kakashi's suddenly somehow loosened up, he's reading pornography in public, and he's making jokes. His coolness factor has gone down drastically! Obito's prone to long sullen silences, and his usual cheerfulness seems... forced. And there seems to be some sort of one-sided tension between the two. Plus Rin can't go anywhere without Obito following her.

What's a girl to do? Figure out what the hell's going on, and get her team back to normal!

(Or, the one where Kakashi and Obito are sent back to the past and think no one is the wiser. It spirals from there.)

(These r mostly by the same author so I hope you don't mind that!!)

[winchester-girl67]

Cravings (Part 2)

Summary: Post-claim, Dean and the reader enjoy a lazy day at her place when she tells him that she wants to bite him back.

Part 1

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, Baker!Dean x pregnant!reader

Square: True mates @spnaubingo​

Word Count: 3,529

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, non-traditional true mates, pregnant reader (Dean is not the father), unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, morning sickness, mentioned/implied one night stand, mature themes, smut adjacent touching/kissing/cuddling, implied smut, light/brief smut, language, mostly fluff

A/N: For those of you who wanted more of these two. Sorry this took so long, I haven't been able to write much lately. Also written for @spnaubingo​. Enjoy!

_____

"Hmm, you like that?"

"Oh my gosh... Yes, Alpha. Harder!" You ordered and he happily obliged.

Then you whimpered, your foot jerked and Dean froze, "Are you okay, Y/N? Is it too much?"

"Don't stop," You sing-songed and he chuckled between purrs as he continued to circle his thumbs. "Right there, so strong, Alpha. I love you."

"Wow, you're really enjoying this," he hummed, taking pleasure in giving you pleasure.

"Mhm," you nodded, "I can't remember the last time someone massaged my feet. This feels A-MA-ZING!"

Your hums started to vibrate in your chest, you couldn't remember a time where anyone had been this attentive with you. Your eyes watered a little but you were too content to let the tears fall.

The pregnancy had your feet and ankles so swollen already and you didn't even have to say anything for Dean to notice. One of the many benefits of your new bond. He just felt what you felt and vice versa.

Even during Dean's rut -which only lasted a couple days, just long enough to get you both out of spending Christmas with family- when he mated you for the first time, he was tender and loving. You tried to present for him but he flipped you over onto your back, wanting to feel every inch of what was about to be his. Forever. Every promise of what your future together held.

Then he bit and you were claimed.

That was near two weeks ago now and Dean hadn't spent a single night at his house since. All that was left was to officially move him into your house and make it a home.

There was really no reason to wait, no second thoughts on the claiming from either of you either. Dean agreed to move since he knew moving a pregnant omega could be upsetting and enough had already changed quite quickly. He was just happy you accepted the change; having an alpha in your life, in your house, when you said you never wanted one.

Dean was different, though. He wasn't your typical breed, you would've thought alphas like him didn't exist anymore; if he wasn't currently digging his fingers into your flesh in the most pleasurable -non-sexual, for the most part- way right now.

You didn't have to let him claim you, because he would never force you, and he was determined to show you he loved you endlessly for it. For choosing him.

Your house was also slightly bigger and had your scent infused into the walls and carpeting. It wasn't a hard sell to a rutting alpha at the time. Plus, this way he would be able to sell his house to his brother who'd been searching for a home for a while with his mate. They were trying to expand their family themselves, but hadn't had much luck lately.

Dean talked about his little brother a lot but you hadn't met him, or Jess. Sam and Dean planned to move over his stuff soon though, so you'd get to meet them then.

You were nervous because Sam wasn't apparently all that thrilled about you joining their pack without being introduced to you first. Dean explained that it had less to do with you and more to do with his dating history. Dean's past with omegas rivalled yours with alphas. Apparently the wrong omegas take advantage of tender alphas.

He was your forever. You wouldn't do anything to hurt him, you were a team, a partnership and you're supposed to build and grow together not tear each other down. Sam would see that when he met you.

Dean's hands slid up your legs, his strong fingers massaging the muscles of your calves and you felt like you were melting back into the couch. All you could think of was watching him make bread yesterday at the bakery. The way he folded and kneaded the dough in front of you. Except now you were the dough and his palms gripped and molded the soft flesh of your legs.

You never wanted this to stop.

You didn't even notice when you completely sunk onto your back, lengthways, until Dean's hands slid higher up your legs to your hips as he crawled over you. One of his palms felt the skin of your inner thigh as he pushed up your maternity dress with the other, revealing your swollen belly.

"Fuck. You're a sight, sweetheart." He sighed happily, sitting between your legs and holding a palm on your bump.

The pup rolled and Dean followed the movement until he felt a little kick on the side of your stomach. He purred so loud you almost thought he was growling, if it wasn't for his almost unbearably sweet scent -it was a far turn from the salty musk when you first met him, he was happy now- and he bent over you to place a kiss to your belly, below your navel and to the side. You loved him like this, already bonding with the pup as if it were his own.

As far as you both were concerned, the pup was his now; blood had nothing to do with it. His claim included every extension of you, you could feel it. You were a family.

Gosh, he was a beautiful man. If more alphas were like him, less omegas would feel the need to suppress their natural cycles. You often wondered how nobody snatched him up before you did. You were beyond thankful no one did.

"You're carrying high," Dean determined, feeling up your stomach with both hands.

"And," you laughed and caught his wrists as he roamed higher up your dress towards your swollen breasts.

"That means, it's a girl." He smiled softly and leaned over you to kiss you on the lips as he held your ribs. You hadn't found out the pup's gender yet, you wanted to be surprised. "I fucking love you. So fucking much. Fuck."

Tears welled in his forest green eyes and he swallowed his purrs with his emotions. He cleared his throat and kissed you again. His mouth hugged your bottom lip with a quiver and his tongue licked the tip of your nose when he pulled away. He didn't like letting you see his emotions get the best of him and he was trying to distract you, but with the bond you felt everything he was feeling. Fear and excitement but mostly a need for comfort, a reassurance in your new bond.

You tangled your fingers in his soft hair and moved his head to the crook of your neck, where your mating gland was. He turned his face and pressed his nose to the claim, inhaling and fermenting your bond instantly with a single scent.

A calm rushed over him and you tugged him up by his hair for a needy kiss. Dean groaned, his chest heating and lungs rumbling against you with a violent, growling purr.

"Alpha," you whimpered against his lips, wanting more of him.

He gave 'alpha' every meaning of the word.

Instinct took him over and he pushed your dress up your chest, exposing your breasts. His lips found your puckered flesh as he massaged the tension from your sensitive mounds.

Forget dough, you were putty in his massive and capable hands. His fingers worked every inch of you like he read your mind. But you still whimpered, needing more.

"I know, Omega, I know." He cooed, "I got you, baby. It's okay."

He tugged your panties down your legs, throwing them aside to the floor and slotted himself back between your thighs. His sweatpants, still separating your skin from each other and you snapped at him.

Dean laughed and leaned over to kiss you again.

You scented him and your teeth ached with a need to claim him -which you still hadn't done, it didn't need to be done to cement the bond and alphas typically didn't like to bear a claiming mark- but you refrained, now wasn't the time. You didn't want him to reject the claim, so you'd bring it up when your heads were clearer.

You clenched your jaw shut instead and enjoyed his touch.

After your little romp in the living room, you watched Dean make dinner as he strained the pot of spaghetti over the sink.

"D," you said, "you do know that carrying high doesn't mean anything, right? It's an old wives' tale. We could still be having a boy."

"I know," he shrugged, rinsing off the pasta and shutting off the element to the stove, turning the second one down to let the tomato sauce simmer. "I just have a gut feeling."

You knew Dean wanted a girl, a little princess to spoil rotten, but you wouldn't be heartbroken if you got a little prince instead. Either way, you could always try again for the one you didn't get. You always wanted to fill your home with lots of pups, eventually move out to the country with a picket fence, a big yard for them to run wild in and a long driveway to learn how to ride their bikes.

It was a dream you gave up on long ago but Dean revived it just by being himself.

"How much do you think I eat?" You gawked at the super-sized bowl of pasta Dean served you.

You were a little over five months pregnant, but it was still a lot of food.

"The pup needs the nutrition. Just eat what you can." He said and kissed your forehead.

Dean spooned some sauce on top of your mountain of spaghetti, holding the lid of the pot under the spoon as he did so. You beamed up at him, getting butterflies like the first day you knocked on his door and padding away to the table with your bowl of pasta like a trophy.

Dean was the real trophy, but you liked the food, too.

He served himself next, using a plate instead because he liked to cut the noodles. You told yourself it was because he was a baker, not a chef; a real chef would never cut spaghetti. You liked the bowl because it made less of a mess when you twirled the noodles onto your fork.

Dean joined you at the table and hummed around his food, clearly happy with his recipe. You, on the other hand, thought something was missing after your first forkful. It just tasted off.

"Something wrong with the food, sweetheart?" He mumbled, slurping bits of spaghetti back into his mouth that tried to escape as he spoke. "Want me to make you something else?"

"No, no," you waved him off, the man was catering to no end when it came to your cravings. "It's just missing something."

You padded back to the adjoined kitchen and Dean studied you as you searched the cupboards, not really even sure yourself what you were looking for.

Until you found it.

You made your way back over to the table with your prize in hand. A clear plastic case, housing round, golden-wrapped, hazelnut and wafer chocolates. Dean stared with a grin plastering his cheeks as you unwrapped three of them and stuck them on top of your pasta mountain.

The chocolate immediately started to melt in the heated tomato sauce and it smelt heavenly. Your mouth watered and you sniffed the air above your bowl.

"Mmm," Dean hummed hesitantly like he wasn't sure if that was going to satisfy you or make you sick, but he didn't stop you.

You twirled equal amounts spaghetti and melted-chocolate-meatball onto your fork, shoving it into your mouth before it fell into your lap. You chewed for a moment -watching Dean take another bite of his chopped meal and swallow- before you decided you couldn't and spit it back into your bowl.

"Yuck," you groaned, wiping the taste from your tongue with your palm. "Ugh. Sorry, D, I can't eat this."

That was not heavenly tasting, it was disgusting.

"That's all right, tell me what you want instead and I'll make it." He said, standing from his seat to give you a peck on the cheek and clear away your plate when you heaved at the smell.

Morning sickness never really went away, it just got sneakier.

Your tastebuds were off today and Dean made a series of your favourites, which you ultimately couldn't eat, before you settled on toast. After your first slice, though, you followed your nose and let the pup tell you what it wanted, that included toast with a dollop of honey and a mashed banana spread.

Dean reheated his meal, finally content you had something to eat and smiled at his happy omega.

After dinner, you crawled into your king-sized bed to watch a little TV comfortably with your mate. The nest of blankets and pillows had only gotten bigger with the addition of Dean's bedding -which he'd been slowly moving over a little at a time, same with his clothing, which packed the walk-in closet full of flannels. The rest of his stuff was left waiting for Sam to come by to help, although you suspected most of Dean's furniture would be left behind for his brother, who was living in an apartment at the moment and didn't have a lot of furniture to begin with.

You snuggled into Dean, barely giving him any room to get comfortable and threw your leg over his, pushing your knee into the space between his thighs so your hips hugged his leg. Dean was used to being used as your body pillow by now and he purred, nuzzling the top of your head. He flipped on a baking competition show for some background noise and you placed your hand over his heart to feel the strong thump against your palm.

A calm washed over you that you knew came from him and the claim and you lightly scratched your nails over his ribs lovingly. Your alpha was content and you fucking loved being able to feel every emotion without having to scent him like before. That being said, you still loved the sweet, warm scent of him when he was truly happy.

You slid your hand under his shirt and palmed the love handle above his hip. Squishy, warm flesh filled your palm and you dug your nails in possessively. Dean growled when you gripped a little too hard. He was all muscle but he didn't need to be sculpted with rock hard abs to prove it, he was soft and hard in all the right places and you loved his tummy.

"You okay, Y/N?" Dean asked and stopped purring.

You realized he was probably picking up on a little insecurity coming from you. You didn't even notice that was what you were feeling until he asked. Something was on your mind though.

"D, do you think we're true mates?" You asked, nuzzling his scruffy chin with your nose.

"Honestly, I don't know." Dean wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to lay half on top of him.

You tried to adjust your swollen belly so you weren't making him uncomfortable but he just tugged you back in closer. Your leg still nestled between his but your bump now pressing into his hip.

"But," you started but stopped and instead laid your head on his big shoulder.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

You couldn't hide anything off feeling with this bond, that was going to take some getting used to.

"What if another omega comes along and they're your true true mate, meanwhile you've already claimed me?" You muttered, brushing your fingers over his unmarked mating gland.

Typically only omegas bore the claim, but you would've liked him to have one, too. A mark that meant he was yours.

"I. Love. You."

"But-"

"No buts. It's a fairytale, Omega." He growled, not liking your implication.

You pulled your hand away from his gland and wiggled your hips until he released you and let you roll onto your side, facing away from him. It didn't happen often, but you didn't like when he took that tone with you.

The alpha tone.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I just don't want you ever to think I'll leave you, for any reason. I love you, that means something to me." He sighed and rolled over to tuck you into his chest as he spooned you from behind. He kissed the crown of your head and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you grounded to him. "I mean, it's a little ridiculous to think that an alpha and omega will find and make each other happy just because it was meant to happen and they're instantly attracted to each other. If true mates are real, and that's a big 'IF', it's just about compatibility but even compatible people need to put work into their relationship. There's zero guarantee of a perfect romance, no matter what, and just because you're true mates, doesn't mean you'll make each other happy. A neglected mate is a neglected mate, despite the amount of stars that had to align in order to pair them together. So let me ask you this, are you happy with me, Omega?"

"Absolutely, I am." You sniffled and found his hand on your waist, sliding your fingers between his large ones. "Are you happy with us, Alpha?"

"Incredibly so." He kissed down your cheek and nuzzled your claim, teasing it with his teeth. You shivered and purred softly at his nips. "Then to answer your original question... because I'm happy and I know we'll never give up on each other even on our worst day, despite our imperfections, and because I am truly, deeply, helpless in love with you. Both of you." He moved your entwined hands to rest on your bump, "Yes, I believe that makes us true mates... And it doesn't hurt that you smell so good."

"I wanna bite you," you breathed.

Dean laughed hard and his chest shook against your back, "What was that, my little Omega?"

You hardly felt little these days, being practically swollen everywhere, but you liked the way he saw you.

"I want to claim you, too." You explained and turned in his arms to face him.

He brushed the hair from your cheek behind your ear, "We're already bonded, Y/N, it won't change anything if that's what you're thinking. The bond only cements feelings that are already there and links us together through our emotions, we already have that."

"I know, but- I just always told myself that if I was claimed, I would claim my alpha back." You said, wetting your lips and circling your fingertips over his gland again.

"You want to claim me, for the sake of claiming me?"

"I want to claim you because when you marry, you both wear rings." You murmured, placing small kisses over his gland and trying to entice him.

"We could just get married-"

"Is my big alpha afraid of a little bite?" You chuckled against his skin and you felt him flush against your lips.

"Pfft, no." He said unconvincingly.

"I'll make it enjoyable," you promised, pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him. "You won't even feel it."

It wasn't a lie. If you claimed him the same way he claimed you, it would feel like a pinch at most. You nipped at his neck and felt a nervous shiver race through his body, your teeth nibbling his flesh.

"I won't do it if you don't want me to." You kissed the burning skin covering his mating gland and he shuttered again.

"I want you to claim me, Omega." He said and you met his gorgeous, green eyes. Then he teased, "Just, please, be gentle. It's my first time, sweetheart. But I trust you, baby."

He pushed his sweatpants down and your nightie up to your hips, then rocked into you and before long, you fell into him and bit. Your claim marring the perfect, freckled skin of his neck beautifully.

You licked at the mark as you laid on top of him, satiated as you cleaned away the few drops of blood despite the gross copper taste on your tongue. He'd done the same for you with your claim, something in the saliva of alphas and omegas help it heal quicker and not get infected.

You hummed against him, your belly pressing into his and your breasts flattened against his ribcage. Both your chests rumbling with a harmonized purr.

None of this was in the cards for you, not if you thought about it months ago. It's incredible how much can change in such a short amount of time.

"I still wanna marry you," Dean murmured in your ear.

His nose trailed down to your neck and buried into your scent. Dewy skin making the smell stronger as big hands roamed up your nightie and over your bare back. He held you to him gently like you'd float away if he let go, or pop if he held too tight.

Dean was a gentle giant of an alpha and he was all yours.

"Okay."

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[thatone-brightstar]

Some The Bear & The Fox behind the scenes!

(cause I had to make some executive decision but many of these deserve to see the light of day)

Amy’s notes: This is mostly pure fluff but MDNI just in case lol. Also let me know if you want to see more cuz i got a shit ton of these :)

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*This is the alternative ending to chapter 3 if Fox would have said yes from the start, but i love to make us all suffer so i took it out:

You could have been there for an eternity, both afraid to break the bubble you had so cautiously created around you, but knowing you had to. You had been gone far longer than to be justified by getting drinks and your phone hadn’t vibrated because it had been left inside your purse… along with the money you would need if you were going to get drinks.

“You’re gonna have to pay for drinks.” You whisper to Carmy, your lips brushing over his with every word.

“I’ll pay everyone’s tab, I don’t fuckin’ care right now.” He whispered back, catching your lips into another sweet long kiss.

“No, seriously. We gotta go.” You managed to say in between kisses and laughs. He planted his lips by your ear and inhaled your perfume, and you had to stop a gasp threatening to escape. “The faster we go,” You turned to whisper near his ear. ”The sooner you can get me out these clothes.”

His body tensed around you before a ‘fuck’ shaped breath left his lips, and when he raised his head, you could see his pupils had only left a thin ring of blue around them. You pretended not to notice how your words had affected both of you as you pecked him quickly on the nose then swiped your thumb over it to erase the trace of your lipstick.

“C’mon.” You smiled, then intertwined your fingers with his and reopened the door to go back inside as two completely different people than the ones who had walked out.

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Chapter 5 instead of Carmy’s panic attack:

You had been the one to finally decide to go visit the beef family after days of absence and Carmy gladly agreed to pick you up around noon when he was running some errands, ‘Anything to get them off my back’ he had said, but he was secretly happy to see you again. Besides, he had already tried to explain on the first day that due to… personal priorities, you had decided to take some time from the restaurant.

Marcus had thrown a piece of sourdough he was kneading at Richie’s head, asking if he had scared you away.

“You know what, that’s a great question Marcus,” Carmy played along, crossing his arms and turning to his cousin. “Richie, did you? Scare her away?”

“Fuck you, I didn’t do shit to her.” He defended, taking the dough from his head and throwing it back at Marcus. “Plus, fuckin’ Carmy had already called dibs so it wouldn’t be fair”

“Richie, you asshole, you can’t call dibs on a person-” Syd yelled at him from across the counter, at the same time Carmy had called “No I fuckin’ didn’t, what am I, twelve?!”

They had begun arguing it the middle of the kitchen about what Richie had or hadn’t done to scare you off, then Tina broke it off when she asked loudly if anyone had taken the Paprika off her spice rack because it wasn’t there; only to be found under the table by the remnants of other spices scattered underneath. Carmy excused himself into his office as his ears flared up, similar to the way your cheeks did when he told you the story over the phone that same night.

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Also chapter 5 but at the beginning:

He celebrated the big achievement by stopping for dinner and driving to your house after closing on Thursday. You had snuck him in while your grandfather was asleep in the living room, under the glow of the TV and through soft pulls and giggle-filled kisses, he was shoved into your room. It was strange, how the boyish actions felt foreign to his strained soul, but didn’t stop the whispered laugh of excitement.

He had never been inside a girl’s room before, not counting his sister’s, and it was exactly how he assumed it would be. Cream colored walls were barely visible under the many framed artworks, pictures and various sized mirrors. Potted plants invaded a small corner near one of the windows while your bed took up most of the other. A pile of clothes laid discarded by your closet door and a nice lamp on your nightstand bathed the space in a soft blue glow. It felt intimate and beautifully lived in, like he was seeing a small part of your soul.

You had dinner on the fire escape by the window, enjoying the gentle breeze and the hum of music playing from inside your bedroom. He was worried things would be weird, not really knowing where you stood or what this even was. Then you joked about how Richie wanted to bribe you to go back because ‘fuckin’ Carmy can’t stop mopin’ around’ and that was confirmation enough that you two were fine.

‘Wait ‘till they find out you’re the one who fired me.’ You had said between sips of your drink and when he answered ‘Let’s just hope they don’t find out we fucked on Tina’s station’, your eyes doubled in size and a dark tint appeared on your face still visible in the low lighting.

He left around two in the morning, when the conversation had died down into a comfortable silence and your head rested in the valley of his neck, with one of his arms wrapped around you to protect you from the cold. As much as he enjoyed the soft sound of your breathing and the heat radiating from your joined bodies, he knew he shouldn’t stay. It would be too soon and the last thing he wanted was to scare you away for real this time. So before you fell asleep completely, he kissed the crown of your head and removed his arm from around you, softly whispering his parting.

You guided him quietly to the entrance of the apartment, still lazily rubbing your eyes, and thanked him for dinner and for the visit.

‘Maybe next time I can-uh cook you somethin’... instead of buyin’ it’ He whispered in the silent hallway as he scratched his head nervously, laced into his words was a tender promise that made the skin on your face heat up.

You nodded enthusiastically and raised on your sock covered feet to leave a sugary kiss upon his lips, sticky sweet honey trickled down his throat and kept him warm as he arrived home and settled on his couch to rest his eyes.

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Thanks for reading, key byeee 🩷

[the-dawn-star]

Place to Stay part 23 Klaus M. x GIlbert!reader x Elijah M.

A/N: Hello and happy holidays! I'm sorry for the wait but here it is now.

-S

+ 2300ish words, proof read by Ana_Mia_Lisa on ao3. extra plus: comments, reblogs are high appreciated.

For a moment my heart stopped beating, ceasing its respective function entirely. My hands clenched into tight fists.

The inevitable confrontation. It had come sooner than I expected it to.

My sister, accompanied by the spawns of satan walked through the front door. 

They would certainly not let her walk into danger alone! My brain commented sarcastically. 

Some, –mostly the elderly or mothers that had marriageable sons– would say that my sister looked like an angel sent by the Gods. This chapter of our lives had completely reassessed that statement. Elena was no angel if she walked right besides him. 

Why was she here? To exact revenge? Make a statement? Tell me to pack my things and leave? Lecture me on how I should pick my friends? Those were the only options. Because, what was there left to say besides that? 

My sister, who I loved so much, the only biological family I had left, the only person who had seen me grow up and become who I am today. For better and for worse. Wasn’t on my side anymore. 

What was left of our family was a mess. 

I took a sharp breath. Enough was enough. I would not let her or the vampire she pretended not to love shove me around anymore. 

My throat closed up, and I glanced  at the wine bottle, left on the coffee table. I drank from the bottle itself without a second thought. 

Why should I care about how I look in my own home? 

I remember the nights when Elena went  to parties while I stayed at home. And the moments when she came home drunk and barely able to stand straight. She’d only gotten a slap to the wrist before mom told her to get to bed and sleep the alcohol away. 

When did I become the one to day drink alone? 

My mother had always called me the more empathetic of the two of us, and maybe I would have shown some semblance of empathy towards my sister, if she had the guts to confront me on her own. 

She did not. 

Damon freaking Salvatore with his icy blue eyes and a creepy behavior towards minors, stood there with his signature mock expression. 

How could she bring him here, to our home? After all that he had done to me? To her? To Caroline?To Bonnie? Had she really thought that this would be the smoothest way to approach me? With this particular vampire on her heels?!

Not a chance.

Elena opened her mouth to say something, her hands locked in front of her chest. Was my sister nervous? I didn't know and I certainly didn't care enough to know. At that moment I couldn’t feel much of anything towards my sister. 

“Hello lovely sister! How has your day been?” I did not stand there, turning on my heels, I walked towards the kitchen. “Please, let yourself in. Although I would prefer that you'd leave the dog outside. I've just cleaned up, you see.” 

I knew that the sarcasm couldn’t bring anything good, but holy god it felt good to show my distaste for once.  

I disposed of the half empty bottle into the trash can. 

“Well, well. The kitten has claws.” 

Damon's comment was ignored. By me and my sister it seemed. 

“I know that you are angry, and I’m really sorry how all this turned out–”  

“So tell me Elena,” my tone dripped with sarcasm, “how exactly did you hope it would have gone? I’m genuinely interested.”  

But I didn’t get a response from her, because like I expected she didn’t have one, at least one that didn’t have the possibility of me dying in the hands of the Original family. Because there wasn’t such a possibility that I had gotten the daggers and survived.  

“You hooking up with Klaus, until you have wrapped him around your finger that he has no choice than to save you, that was the first draft of the plan. But you fucking Elijah too was just a nice addition, so good work with that,” Damon spoke way too calmly and somehow dared to give me a thumbs up.  

People often talked about seeing red, and in all honesty, I never knew what it really meant. But if it was real and not something that the poets and writers made up…, this must have been what it felt like. An anger unlike anything that I had felt ever before. Was this the feeling that people felt right before killing someone, because at that moment I really wanted to kill Damon Salvatore in our living room.  

“I’ve always wanted you to be safe Y/N, you know that.”

My breathing was shaky, too much for my liking. Maybe that was the reason why I felt like I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t look at them, I couldn’t look at the man that I wanted to murder so badly, and my sister...oh my dear sister, who would rather side with him than me. Her family.

I stood up slowly, making sure that I wouldn’t trip, I walked to the kitchen and finally turned my back to them. I lowered my eyes to the counter and took a deep breath.  

But I could feel Damon’s stupid smirk and my sister finally looking at me.  

Okay Y/N, you can do this... 

5 things that you can see... 

One my hand, two my shirt, three the counter top, four the oven next to me, five the knife block. 

Knife block...  

God, I want to hurt him, but I would never be fast enough to get close to him, I wouldn’t get a scratch to his skin.  

“Damon! Don't be an ass!” Elena whisper yelled to the vampire.  

“Yeah, Damon don’t be an ass...,” I repeated and slowly turned around to see the couple standing in the living room too close to each other for my taste. I leaned on the counter and finally in a long time I looked Damon in  the eyes.  

“Don’t abuse your brother, or Caroline, or Elena. Don’t compel people to be in a relationship that they do not want to be in. Don’t kill your family members. Don’t kill innocent people just because you are sad. Don’t compel me to fuck people that I do not want to fuck...,”  

I pulled away from Damon’s icy eyes and turned to look at my sister who looked to be in shock from my words. I could see tears forming in her eyes but the empathy hadn’t sunk in yet. 

“But don’t be an ass, works too...,” I shrugged. 

I hadn’t known Damon as long as Elena had, but one thing that I had picked up on, was that Damon had to say the last word...always.  

“Oh, come on, we all know that you had a thing for them long before this thing, so don’t blame me for your inability to understand how relationships work.”  

My hold on the counter tightened and the need to throw anything towards Damon got stronger. Maybe my death would be worth it if I got to stab Damon Salvatore first.  

“Did you say that to Caroline too?” I asked, biting the inside of my lip until I tasted blood in my mouth.  

And somehow, Damon fucking Salvatore had the fucking nerves to roll his eyes!  

Deep breaths. 

I took a step to the side and silently pulled a knife out of the knife block and hid it behind my back.

“Hey, why don’t we all just calm down?” Whispered my sister, clearly wanting to break the tension in the room. Her hand slithered against Damon’s arm and I wanted to throw up. I held the air in my lungs, letting the burn take over my body. 

I took a few steps closer to them, closer to Damon than Elena and I let myself breathe the precious air again.  

If I was going to die today, with  the hands of Damon Salvatore, at least I could try to break the rose-colored glasses on my sister’s head. 

But I couldn’t look at her watery eyes. They reminded me of the time she had fallen and gotten a bruise on her knee. And I held her while she cried until dad came with a band-aid.  

“Did you want me to die?” I asked as softly as my rage could contain. 

Damon didn’t say a word but gently shook his arm out of my sister’s hold. He was a lot taller than me, but it didn't even bother me.  

“Did.you.want.me.to.die?” I asked again, this time voice louder and my tone clipped. 

“Or do you not want to tell the truth because Elena? Do you think she would forgive you after admitting that you wanted me to die?” 

That was the button... 

With a human speed his arm reached for my throat but somehow, I was quicker than him.  

The blade sank through his stomach and his hand stopped mid movement.  

I heard Elena gasping and Damon grunting while bending in pain.  

This wasn’t enough...  

I twisted the knife inside Damon feeling the blood trickling down my hand and dropping to the wooden floor. Mom had always talked about how important it was to keep hardwood floors clean.  

I heard my own name slipping between Elena’s lips but I didn’t turn to look at her. I don’t think I could ever look at her...  

Damon let out a painful sounding moan and I twisted the blade again.  

Slowly, painfully slowly for even my own taste I pulled the knife out of the vampire, letting it fall past my fingers and hitting the floor.  

I heard my name again but I paid no mind to it. Watching the blood on my hand was hypnotizing...  

Had Klaus felt like this when he hurt Damon last night? Had he felt this euphoric last night? 

“You little shit...” Damon mumbled while Elena tried to cover the bloody wound with her hands. I took a step away from the vampire and the doppelgänger and to my delight they allowed it.  

And slowly with steps quickening with every second I walked out of the front door slamming it and ending Elena’s yells. The sunny and warm sky was the most comforting thing in a long time. The warmth that I hadn’t felt even in my own bed with a teary face.  

I let the sun wash over my skin for a second before taking a quick look back to the house. And then down to my feet, which were only covered by socks...  

I couldn’t think... I couldn’t think of what I had just done. 

My legs were shaking due to the adrenaline taking over my body. I shoved my bloody hand to my pocket, just in case someone saw me. And I didn’t want to see the blood of Damon covering my hand and trickling to the asphalt. I’m not sure if I can ever watch my hand without the feeling of warm blood covering it.  

My head was banging in pain. Was it for the scene that I had just witnessed?  

I knew that he would be fine. Most likely he was healed before I took a step outside. But still, I had done it. What was I worth if I acted just like the people who I criticize? Sure, I wasn’t a murderer but that is not a very high standard to be reached.

The road was empty and I could feel the cold ground under me. Last night the ground had frozen, but I hadn’t paid attention to the fact that I had more important things to look after.   

This is better, not thinking about it. I need a distraction, I need one right now. 

Right fucking now... 

Maybe this was a good moment to look for those five things.  

I looked around the now darkening sky. The trees that were losing their leaves so fast.  

One the orange and red shade leaves.  

Two my feet are only covered in a pair of socks.

Three the blood on my sleeve.  

The blood, the fucking blood on my shirt. The blood covered arm that was shoved in my pocket. How have the people in this town killed so many people and seemed to have no remorse for it.  

--- 

I’m not sure when I decided my direction but it happened mostly without a conscious choice. But I knew I couldn’t go home not now. And Caroline and Bonnie would most likely judge me more than I could handle right now. How could I ever look at them after all this.  

And how would I even survive with the wrath that Damon could show me. He had killed people from a lot less than stabbing him.  

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The house was the most comforting sight in a long time. I walked up the few stairs, legs shaking dangerously for my balance. I tucked my bloodied hand from my pocket. I took one deep breath before knocking on the door.  

My hand fell against my side, fuck I was tired. For a moment everything was silent, and for that small moment I forgot the blood and the sight of Damon’s face looking at me ready for a murder. And I could almost feel a smile pulling on the corner of my mouth.  

Klaus looked as amazing as always and I couldn’t stop the smile from blooming on my cheeks. 

The hybrid shared a smile with me before taking a good look at my form.  

My form without shoes and jacket, and my hand being covered with a layer of blood.  

I heard my name but I couldn’t find anything to say.  

“What happened, love?”  

My smile fell and I took a step closer to him.  

“Whose blood is that?” There was a weird panic in his voice but it made my heart only beat faster with something I could not name. I took one more step closer until we were chest to chest. I needed to be closer to him. I needed him, like a human needs air. Like a vampire needs blood.  

“I stabbed Damon Salvatore...” 

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[azuresky-agere]

hii if its not a bother could u possibly do a mini fic of little!venti cg!aether? idrk abt the scenario tho /_\

LITTLE!VENTI AND CG AETHER? I love them.

Minific plot: a crowded angel's share gets to Venti. Luckily, Aether can help.

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Despite Venti being a bard, he wasn't really...good at being front and centre. He could quite easily get lost in his music and alcohol, but once he realises how crowded and loud the tavern is, it hits him like a metaphorical brick. He was never particularly good with crowds, and he isn't exactly sure as to why but the issue still stands.

A bard that can't handle large crowds in a tavern. How ironic.

Tonight was one of those nights, and the tavern was relatively lively. Mostly still tavern-goers that he knows. but he still feels....scared. Despite that, he only has to focus on Aether to calm himself down. His eyes were beautiful, and he loved the other deeply- not that he knew.

The two had been sat at the same table for a while, doing a relative catch-up. With all that happened in Fontaine, and the rather wind-less location of the Fortress of Meropide, he's not been able to watch the blonde and his fairy companion.

Dread began to set in, and unlike his usual self, he pauses mid sentence.

"Venti, are you okay?"

Tears began to run down his cheeks, as he hastily attempts to wipe them away with the cuffs of his outfit.

"M...good." he smiled, despite crying. "Jus' lots'a people."

Aether had experienced this before. He was unsure if Venti was a regressor, but he wasn't doing good in Angel's Share. The tavern had become a bit too crowded for his liking also, with the addition of a berry-flavoured alcoholic drink, the nation was quite literally going buck-wild for the beverage.

Still, Aether took it upon himself to assist his friend.

"Do you want to leave?"

Venti shook his head, glancing at the staircase behind Aether. "C'we go up...?"

Aether ignored the other's thumb nestled in his mouth, and quietly turned around to glance up at the secondary floor, something which was visible from where they were both sat. The floor was overcrouded as well, with every table being occupied by a resident.

"We can't, kiddo."

To this, Venti whined to the other, using his free hand to wipe more tears from his cheeks, sniffling after. Mostly, he'd calmed down, but he was still upset!

"Come on, we'll leave and go get something to eat at Goodhunter. On me."

With a sniffle, Venti stood up and toddled over to the door, ignoring the drunkards around him. Aether held his hand, leading him quietly to the mentioned restaurant. He sat down, clearly a bit...mentally small. Any small noise or sudden movement would distract him, and anything particularly shiny would steer his attention.

"Venti, you okay?"

He nodded, thumb still in his mouth. Aether took a small chance, trying to get the other's finger out of his mouth with a simple nudge, nothing more- and Venti originally did such, wiping it on his shorts.

"Sorry, I have a sort'a...headspace?" Venti began to frantically explain. Aether's chuckle quickly cut him off.

"It's alright, I figured. With the thumb stuff, and the fact that your waistband isn't particularly hidden right now."

Franticlaly, Venti wrapped his cape around the other, before Aether chuckled again. "That's happened to me a few times before. People in Angel's Share are probably too drunk to tell left from right, much less what anyone's wearing under their clothes."

He chuckled. "You are right."

"Plus, I do age regression too."

Venti put two and two together, and nearly choked on his apple slice. "What?"

[alesyira]

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this scene (super early draft, wrote it last night and today, subject to revisions!!) probably happens a bit before that last one i'd posted titled 'still alive' with some tweaks to how they flow together, linked into a scene I've started where the bakugous end up coming by to cause even more sad feels. these two snips plus the brief still-under-construction BK cryfest should be most of what i have planned for a follow-up chapter at the end of glitch. it establishes a few tiny (probably unimportant don't worry about it at all) details that come back around in accidental vigilante.

The TV is off when Izuku blinks back to reality some undeterminable time later. He licks at his lips. His mouth is terribly dry.

“Mom?” 

The sound that trips out of his throat sounds little better than a miserable croak.

The house is dead silent.

The lights are still on. 

His fingers twitch, aching from the harsh grip he’s had on the TV remote. 

It’s stuck to his palm. 

His thumb is still settled over the power button.

Ah.  

The remote clatters against the table as he stands.

Her shoes are still missing, so she must still be- 

out.

His vision fuzzes as he stares into the mid-distance. 

His thoughts wander. Fleeting and brief, they bounce through a hundred thoughts without bothering to settle upon a single thing.

He stands there for a few minutes before he realizes he needs to do something with himself.

When he runs out of things to dust, tidy, and wash, he starts hanging the laundry to dry.

His thoughts are mostly empty and at relative mindless peace by the time his mom gets home.

She pauses by the door, forgetting to remove her shoes as she stares at him from across the room.

He feels frozen in place by the evidence that’s wrecked her normally cheerful expression with a red nose and puffy, bloodshot eyes.

Maybe he should have left while he had the chance. 

She crosses the room in a few quick strides and throws her arms around him.

“Oh, baby,” she murmurs, though it’s terribly muffled by the way she’s shoved her face against his chest. He breathes out a long sigh and tentatively hugs her. 

He’s not sure how he should feel. 

Sad, probably?

Angry--  likely. 

Lost … definitely.

“Katsuki, he’s-” she starts to explain, but he squeezes his arms around her sharply, cutting her words into a squeak.

“Don’t. I know.” He doesn’t know, not for certain, but he can damned well make an educated guess. “We have some leftovers still. Let’s eat those before it gets any later.” 

He doesn’t think he should feel like the adult right now, but maybe of the two of them, he’s the one that’s a little more numb to accepting of the horrible fact that heroes can die. 

Hero students can die. 

Students can die.

He could have died. 

She sniffles and nods against his chest. 

She clings a little as he leads her back into the kitchen. They heat and plate up something simple, then she settles back into the couch with a wobbly exhale that sounds like she’s on the verge of tears again. 

He quietly watches her until she resolutely stuffs a bite into her mouth to chew. (He hates to think how she’d react if it had been him, instead.)

Not really interested in eating right now, he sets his plate on the short table between them and opens his laptop for a fresh distraction. 

He checks his email.

That seems safe enough. Probably.

He cringes at a note from one of his teachers about an assignment he’d left incomplete. The message is brief and to the point, with inference that quitting midway through some of the projects they’ve been assigned could lead to dangerous situations. 

But neglecting to finish poking around for new clues on a cold case? Yeah, the criminal(s) were thought to be a serial killer, but they hadn’t been active in several years.

This incomplete assignment seems pretty small and insignificant in light of all the people that died just days prior. As much as he wants to distract himself with the interesting (and sad) details of the cold case he’d been looking into, this more immediate problem seems more deserving of his attention.  Like the building he’d been standing next to which had exploded so soon after he’d fled, or the weird thing that barely missed taking off his face as he stared into an unnamed hero’s horrified eyes. And the authorities that now want to ‘talk’ to him?

His mom flicks on the television. They’re still running the segment asking for any information on the unidentified individual shown in the security camera.

His mom nearly drops her plate as she whirls to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“Izuku.” 

…The incomplete assignment continues to be neglected.

side note, i'm toying around with possible Izuku disguises so if you've ever cringed at Izuku wearing non-gender-conforming outfits you might want to go find something else to read because author writes whatever the hell she wants to but ily anyways

[229zmi]

2:56AM

PAIRING: Miya Osamu/Reader

CONTENT: reader is VERY in love with osamu and VERY delusional about it, mentions of food

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

You don’t know what prompted your brain to come up with such an awful dream. Maybe it was the horror movie you and your best friends decided to put on for this week’s Saturday movie night, or the three year old expired fortune cookie that Atsumu double-dog-dared you to eat (you couldn’t say no to that of course, even with the lacklustre protests from Osamu, aka the sanest of you three, for you to not do it) — either way, you wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, eyes wide open before your eyebrows furrow together in a relieving realisation.

The first thing you do is slide your hands down and up your face to somewhat wake yourself up. (You come to another realisation as you feel the water that stains your cheeks.) The second is aimlessly search for something on the nightstand beside your bed until your fingers latch onto a familiar rectangular object.

The light from your phone causes you to squint momentarily before you lower the brightness and start typing something.

[2:56AM]

YOU: hey u

YOU: osamu

YOU: osamu

YOU: samu

YOU: you

YOU: hello

YOU: are u awake

OSAMU: yeah

OSAMU: are you?

YOU: ur so funny

YOU: i just woke up from a rlly bad dream

OSAMU: lol

OSAMU: I told u not to eat that expired cookie

With a frown, you thumbs-down his message. If there’s anything you absolutely hate, it’s being proven wrong. Plus, you’d like to think that you did a morally brave thing by eating that fortune cookie. Maybe not the smartest course of action you’ve ever taken but a courageous one nonetheless.

YOU: shut 🆙 it wasnt the cookie

YOU: it was obviously because of the horror movie we watched

YOU: and that was mostly YOUR idea

OSAMU: I think you’re in denial

YOU: i think ur WRONG

OSAMU: ok

OSAMU: leave your window unlocked I’m coming over

You start to smile fondly with a blazing feeling in your cheeks before snapping out of it, blinking a couple times at your bizarre-ish behaviour. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you lately or why exactly, but you’ve found that you have become more susceptible as of recent to a strange, uncomfortable warmth that first accumulates in your face and then rushes down to your chest, sending your heartbeat racing. And, you’ve noticed, it only happens whenever you’re around Osamu.

It’s gotten to the point where you’ve told Atsumu about it once, and all he did was call you the biggest idiot he’s ever known, second to Osamu of course (his words, not yours), before Osamu himself materialised out of thin air and defended both yours and his honour by slapping the back of his twin’s neck.

After he left, Atsumu clarified himself and said you were in love.

“With who?” you asked. Maybe the fake-blond was justified in calling you an idiot, but that’s besides the point.

“With ‘Samu!” Atsumu threw up his arms in exasperation. The two of you were currently basking under the sun in his backyard while Osamu had gone inside, so you weren’t concerned about his loud mouth exposing you around anyone else. “Who else are we talkin’ about other than that dumbass?”

“I dunno. You’re kind of all over the place.”

He snorted and then proceeded to shove you over with a hideous sneer on his face. “And you’re delusional. Can’t believe you’re into someone as ugly as my brother.”

You wrinkle your nose at the memory. Obviously, you weren’t gonna listen to some idiot like Atsumu at the time, but looking back now, you suppose he may be right as much as you hate to admit it.

Minutes later, you hear a muffled grunt outside, followed by the familiar rustle of someone climbing up the big elm tree right by your window and another grunt that makes you assume they’ve finally made it to the top. With a dramatic eye-roll, you flop over onto your side, reach over your bedside table, and flip the latch, and seconds after, Osamu makes his grand entrance into your room by sliding your window open and seamlessly jumping right through.

After shutting the window, he stands in the middle of your room, unsure of what to do now.

“Hello,” you greet him. You can’t help but observe his outfit of the night through narrowed eyes: a graphic t-shirt you’re sure you’ve seen him wear at least a million times, plain pyjama pants, and Ty Beanie Boo Pink Puppy Dog PRECIOUS Plush-Lined Slippers. Meanwhile, Osamu’s eyebrows pinch together, noticing that your voice sounds particularly nasally.

“Are you cryi—“ His question is interrupted when you promptly chuck a pillow at him, which he, thanks to his athletic reflexes, manages to dodge. For a second, he blinks and stares at the pillow, now laying pathetically on your rug behind him, and then stiffly turns back to you.

You sniffle with one exaggerated inhale that makes it extremely obvious your nose is clogged and plaster on a crooked smile for the effect of what you think is reassurance that you’re okay. “It’s just allergies,” you tell him.

He side-eyes you, clearly unconvinced, but regardless, he decides not to comment on your obviously tear-stained face or even say anything at all to the matter. Instead, there’s a Brobdingnagian thud! as he drops his bag onto the floor, which you frown at, before he shrugs off his jacket, slips his shoes off, and makes himself comfortable at the end of your bed, sitting with his legs sprawled out across it horizontally. You show no visible effort to make room for him, opting to instead swing your feet onto his lap and sink further into your pillows.

He leans his back against the wall, eyes scanning your face for a couple of moments as if he’s trying to read your mind until he finally speaks up.

“So,” he starts, his voice sizzling out near the end before he continues much more clearly, cutting straight to the point, “how’re you feelin’?”

For some odd reason — maybe it’s the gentle lilt of his voice as he asks you this question or how weirdly attractive he looks in the shitty lighting of your bedside lamp — you feel the urge to cry again. It starts as a lump lodged somewhere in your throat and then, much to your horror, morphs into tears pooling in your vision, threatening to spill out like a giant pimple on the verge of popping. With a grimace and yet another obnoxious inhale, you blink away the tears in a vehement manner as if your life depends on it, while Osamu fiddles with a loose thread on your sock, patiently awaiting your response.

“Like shit,” you answer after you’ve successfully pulled yourself together.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Oh,” he says lamely, though it’s reasonable given you’re not giving him much to work with here. Then he shifts in his seat, twisting his entire body to reach into his bag on the ground and toss whatever he retrieved at you. You catch it with relative ease and open your hands to find that it’s a plastic-wrapped rice ball, at which you gasp in surprise.

“I figured you’d say that since you’re so emotionally constipated and all, so I brought some food for ya,” he explains, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he offers a small smile. “Thought it might cheer you up some.”

There may as well be hearts in your eyes right now. You can’t believe he’d go out of his way to do this for you. He’s literally so romantic, you think as delusion colonises the rational side of your brain.

“‘Samu,” you begin dramatically with a hand against your chest in preparation for the speech you’re about to give expressing how grateful you are, “anything good I’ve ever done in my life will never amount to the kindness of your heart. Thank you so much. I am forever in debt to you. I lo—“

Right as you’re getting caught up in the moment, Osamu interrupts with an awkward cough, his ears tinted red in what appears to be embarrassment.

“No need to get all sappy, [Y/N]. I’d do anything for ya anyway,” he says, scratching an itch at the side of his head. “Now, hurry up and eat that. You’re going right back to sleep after this ‘cause” — he lets out a yawn loud enough to wake the entirety of Hyogo — “I gotta help ‘Tsumu mow the lawn tomorrow mornin’.”

Aaand cue the heart eyes again. Of course you’re only focused on the first half, though the mental image of him all disgustingly sweaty with his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders while towing the yard or whatever he just said isn’t too bad either.

For some reason, Osamu takes it upon himself to make sure you’re asleep before he leaves. Probably out of the kindness of his heart again, you figure. He’s got a lot of that when it comes to you.

“Ya good there?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great. Me personally, I feel like I’m gonna fall.”

“Oh my god.”

You grumble and dig your elbows further into the mattress as you shift over for the millionth time. It’s a bit… cramped, to say the least. Your bed’s only intended for one person to sleep in so trying to include Osamu becomes somewhat of a challenge. Osamu, clueless and also blind in the dark, can only lay there limp as you try to manoeuvre him onto the bed in a way so that he won’t fall out the second he moves so much as a millimetre.

“I don’t think this is working.”

“It is,” you tell him.

“It’s not. Hey, how ‘bout I just—“ This time he’s the one to be doing all the annoying movements and shifting as he turns around and wraps his arms around you. Before you can even protest, he swings a leg over yours, reaches toward the foot of the bed where the blanket currently lays, and brings up to your shoulders in one swift motion so that it covers the both of you.

“There,” he declares. “Problem solved. Now no one’s falling out of the bed.”

“Hurray,” you say dryly. You totally could have thought of this on your own… eventually.

“Thanks. Now sleep.”

“What—“

“Shh. Sleep.”

You roll your eyes and then sneer at him. “What am I, a dog?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“HUH?”

You feel him chuckle against the top of your head, and a hand comes up to stroke the back of your head, pushing you a little closer to his chest.

“I’m kidding, ya troglodyte.” Then, his voice sounds ten times nearer, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. (There’s that weird fucking feeling again. You’re literally about to explode.) “But really. Please, SLEEP.”

You smile to yourself. He’s such a romantic.

EXTENDED ENDING:

“Man, what the hell. Where were you last night?” Atsumu blocks the doorway to the house and sharply points a finger at his brother as if it’ll automatically arise some answers out of him. To his disappointment, Osamu only responds with a slightly unamused expression, so he repeats the question in an even more domineering tone.

“[Y/N] had a bad dream so I went over for some moral support.”

“All night?” Atsumu asks suspiciously.

Osamu shrugs. “I fell asleep. Now, shove over ya pig.”

The fake blond can only gape at his brother, who pushes past him, before grumbling to himself, “I can’t wait until you two confess your undying love for each other. All this emotional baggage I’ve been keeping on your behalves has been giving me frequent bowel movements.”

Osamu suddenly turns around, eyes wide. Atsumu panics a moment too late, realising he may have just accidentally betrayed your trust and exposed something he shouldn’t have.

“What’d you just say—“

“SHUT UP! I didn’t say nothin’!”

[hazelnut-u-out]

i've been neglecting morty in my fics lately, so i tried my hand at writing him again.

just something short and sweet to play around with, plus some effort to explore a few other characters!

anyway, ao3 link here! full text below the cut. :)

'Choosing to Sabotage Your Social Life'

2400 words

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Morty tightened his grip on the steering wheel, that familiar vortex pulling at the inside of his ribs and aching his stomach. 

Anger. 

It was budding from annoyance. He had to be honest, he’d been angry since his phone had rang an hour ago, and even angrier when he’d realized Rick had locked the portal gun in his safe. 

There was a whoosh and a slight jolt as the ship entered the asteroid’s artificial atmosphere, marked by a distinctive layer of thick cobalt clouds. 

“Arrived: Asteroid 3-D89,” the ship’s AI said flatly. “If anyone cares, that is.”

“Jeez, man,” Morty huffed, tapping his left foot with irritation. “I’m not Rick. You don’t have to be so harsh.” 

“Try not to take it personally. I’m programmed with a predisposition to conversational flippancy.” She still sounded annoyed, but Morty was beginning to think it was her default. 

“Whatever. Thanks for the directions.”

Morty squinted, trying to get a feel for the parking situation the best he could in the flashing neon haze. 

These sorts of things always made him nervous. He’d only been to this bar one other time, and Rick had been driving. Morty still wasn’t sure why they’d gone there, but he’d chalked it up to some sort of sketchy space drug deal. Most of Rick’s shit was like that– or close enough that he could get an idea of what was going on by picturing that scenario in his head. 

One visit– especially one where he hadn’t driven– wasn’t enough to be comfortable with the location, and his chest swelled with anxiety. There were a lot of variables he couldn’t account for. 

He brought his right thumb to his mouth, gnawing on the edge of the nail. 

Morty thought most people must feel bigger when this far above everyone else. He knew Rick did. He assumed that when everyone looked so tiny and you were already a raging narcissist, it was hard not to feel more important.

Morty felt smaller up there, though— especially when he was alone. 

The asteroid wasn’t anything impressive, literally just a mid-sized building and a parking lot large enough for twenty-five to thirty crafts at most. The horizon was the edge of the bar’s flat roof. It was rosy pink in some parts, and dark violet in others. Probably just peeps of the light mostly obscured from the three-star center of this system this time of their solar cycle. It was nearing the season change for the outer belt. The gas giants were shifting to let those blushing swathes of light reach the outskirts. 

Morty caught a glimpse of two aliens sharing what looked to be something like a cigarette at the far end of the lot. 

Still no space.

His stomach hurt. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” Morty breathed out, finally noticing an empty spot near the front right of the establishment. Relief let his shoulders fall as he pushed his hips forward. 

He positioned the ship above the space, reaching out and pressing his index finger against the auto park button.

He had to admit, it did come in handy.

Morty sighed as the ship began to lower itself slowly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Finally– a moment to collect himself in silence. 

He sat there, a few long breaths hissing past his tense fingers and warming his cheeks, before shifting to pull out his phone. The lights outside gave a tacky overcast to the whole scene. 

He scrolled, finding his chat thread with Squanchy and typing out a quick message:

‘send him out, thx :)’

Morty stared blankly at the screen. He felt sick. 

He wasn’t ready for whatever drunk Rick was about to do or say.

“Ugh.” He pressed the home button and opened Instagram, scrolling through the explore page numbly. He thought about queuing up a playlist, but he’d probably be too overstimulated to drive and listen to music with Rick in the passenger seat. 

There was a tap at the window. Morty started, turning his head quickly and throwing his phone across the ship as he met Squanchy’s apologetic gaze. 

“Shit,” the teen muttered, plastering on an awkward smile and rolling the window down sheepishly. 

“‘Sup, kiddo?” Squanchy said softly, rubbing his elbow and lowering his eyes. 

“Nothin’ much, man!” Morty replied. “H–Hey, thanks for calling me. I wouldn’t have wanted you guys to be stuck with him.”

“Ah, no worries, buddy.” Squanchy laughed, but reached out and gently placed a warm paw on Morty’s shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Look, I’m really sorry you had to come all the way out here. I know it’s a school night on Earth and all, and you shouldn’t have to be dealing with this sorta shit.” 

Morty didn’t know why, but he felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed it down, leaning into the kind touch a bit. 

“Don’t be silly. My parents hardly notice when I’m gone,” he said, bringing a hand up and resting it on the other’s paw. “Where is the old fart, anyway?”

“Uh…” Squanchy pulled his arm back, that apologetic look creeping onto his expression once again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “He said to tell ya he’d be a minute, and that you could come in and watch him if you wanted. I told him you’d probably say no, and that they don’t let kids in here.”

Morty quirked an eyebrow. “Watch him do what, exactly?”

“Karaoke… Sort of. It’s more squanchin’ at this point.” The words came out with an uncomfortable twinge. 

“Oh,” Morty said, more flatly than he’d meant to. “Just… tell him I’ll be in the car, yeah?” 

“I’ll let ‘em know,” Squanchy said, turning. Morty reached to roll the window back up before his grandfather’s friend turned back around. “Sorry, again. Let me know when you guys make it home, yeah?”

“It’s really no problem, but sure thing, dude.”

Morty rolled the window up the rest of the way. 

It was a few more minutes before a large, burly-looking turquoise alien came out, grasping a flailing Rick at the shoulders with a sturdy set of tentacles. Morty took a breath to steady himself— trying to remind himself how to look normal— and hopped out of the car, his slippers making a gentle sort of ‘clack’ sound on the pavement. 

He was suddenly very aware of his matching yellow pajama set. They probably thought he was ten years old! 

“Over here!” The boy waved one arm over his head, motioning for the creature to deliver his grandfather to where he stood. 

The alien acknowledged him with a kind nod, tucking the old man in on one side and adjusting his trajectory slightly to their left. 

“Thanks for bringing him out, sir,” Morty said bashfully as the creature got close enough to hear. He gestured for him to follow, walking around the ship and opening the passenger side door. “You–You can put him in here if you want.”

“Don’t thank him, you little dick,” Rick slurred with a hiss, spittle flying out when his teeth touched. “Asshole pulled me o–off stage in the middle of an encore.” 

“Morty, right?” The alien asked, ignoring Rick and placing him on the seat. He leaned in and secured the buckle, much to the elder’s physical protest. 

His syntax was sort of clicky and had a rasp to it that Morty found quite pleasant. 

“That’s my name!” Morty said, throwing out a little finger gun in a desperate attempt to seem casual, immediately regretting it. 

“Mooooorty,” Rick whined. “I said do–” 

A tentacle reached out and slammed the door, cutting the old man’s sentence short.

Okay, yeah. Morty really liked this guy. 

“Your grandpa here talks a lot about you. I hear you’re a pretty smart kid,” he said, closing two of his four eyes in what Morty assumed was a rough approximation of a wink. 

“Pffff, nah,” the kid said, waving one hand dismissively. 

“Whatever you say, little guy. Well, have a safe trip home!” The kind stranger trilled, heading back towards the opening of the bar. 

“Yeah, you too!” Morty chirped in response, making a mental note to punch himself for it later. 

“That was real rude of you, Morty ,” Rick snapped when Morty climbed back into the driver’s seat, hissing his grandson’s name as if it were a curse word. 

Morty sighed, clicking his belt buckle into place and twisting the key. 

Angry drunk it was, then. 

“What was?” Morty inquired, lifting the ship from the ground. “Car, could you pull up some directions to get us home, please?”

“Sure, yeah, of course,” the ship replied, displaying a little map with a yellow point to indicate their current position. She spoke slowly, almost as if she’d made a conscious effort to sound pleasant. 

It didn’t work.

“Thank you.” 

Morty made a point to thank her when he remembered to. 

“Not comin’ in t–to watch me perform. You wonder why no one likes you, but… but maybe it’s because you don’t even try,” the elder grumbled, bringing his knees up to hug them and pressing one cheek against the glass.

The ship punched a second hole in that layer of plush clouds and the blur of stars started to lull past them. 

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry for coming to pick you up at 3 a.m.” Morty gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “I have a math test in the morning, you know.”

Breathe. 

“I’m jus–just sayin’, buddy. If you wanna have a social life, you’ve gotta make an effort.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure hanging out in some sleazy bar with a bunch of senior citizens would’ve really opened some doors for me in that department. Thanks, Rick.” Morty rolled his eyes.

“Morty, I don’t know a single alien culture as uptight about aging as humans.” 

“Good to know,” Morty said, trying his best to shake off the animosity he held and be amicable. He didn’t feel like spending the whole ride arguing, “Did you have a nice time? It must be nice to see old friends.” 

He thought maybe he tended to expect the worst with these kinds of things, often getting angry before there was much to be angry about. After all, in terms of Rick doing fucked up shit, this was a notably tolerable level of fucked up.

“Yeah, it was nice. You tend to see friends when you’re actually able to make them,” Rick replied, scoffing. Morty flinched. “Can I ask ya something?” 

“Shoot,” Morty said, checking his blind spot.

It was pointless. Space was painfully empty, but Jerry had argued with Rick about it during a lesson once and his brain had latched onto the idea of something being there— not that there was even a need to merge. He just made sure Rick never caught him glancing. 

“Do I have a vibe about me?” 

Morty raised a brow, not able to stop himself from smiling at the humor in the question. “Uh, I’d say yeah. Everyone does. That’s how vibes work.”

“But I… I—I mean, like, a safe vibe that makes people think I’m a good listener,” Rick clarified, looking comically earnest. “Like a, uh… therapist vibe, I guess?”

Morty let out a deep laugh at that one, much to his grandfather’s bewilderment. He abandoned the wheel to clutch his stomach. Wiping away a tear, he wheezed out, “No. I’d— ah… I’d say you’re good on that one. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the vibe that you wanted to listen to me.”

“Well,” Rick said, pouting and crossing his arms with a huff. “I think all the lonely old drunks in there would’ve disagreed.” 

“Oh, really ?” Morty teased, giggling again. 

“Yes!” Rick said, seeming to miss the sarcasm in Morty’s playful retort. “Had some weird lady come up and tell me her brother died in some accident the other day. I don’t even have any siblings!” He threw his hands in the air for dramatic effect, looking more like a wrinkly child in a disheveled lab coat than a live-in grandpa of two. Morty stifled another laugh. “D—Do I look like a guy that could relate to that? What do you even say to something like that as an only child?!” 

“Maybe you just look like a sad drunk,” Morty offered, shrugging. “Or maybe it was the charming karaoke that made you seem so open-minded and approachable.” 

“Eh.” Rick tried to shrug, but slumped forward too quickly, bouncing his head off the dash. Morty winced on his behalf. “You ruined the whole night, though. Had to tell ‘em I had to go because you—you didn’t wanna come in and spend time with your grandpa. Fu—Fuckin’… family and your generation don’t mix.” 

Morty felt that familiar itch beneath his skin— that incessant irritation begging to bubble out of him and grab Rick by the throat. 

“I dunno why you say these things,” Morty grumbled through clenched teeth, his back straightening. “I just wanted to be helpful. That bar wouldn’t have let me in, anyway. I’m in my pajamas .”

“I mean, think about it,” Rick said mockingly. “At least her brother died in a way she couldn’t control. You left your sister to die. We’re one and the same, buddy— you and me.” The elder threw a hand out on his shoulder, shaking the teen so hard that the ship rocked with them. “Deadbeats.”

Morty didn’t know if the tears were from anger, grief, guilt, or that ever-constant pit in his chest he could never quite fill up, but he let them slip out silently, anyway. 

——

“What did you say to her?” Morty asked, barely audible, after a bit. 

“Hm?” Rick hummed, now reclined and nearly comatose on his back, wrapped in a tight swaddle he’d clumsily fashioned from his own lab coat. “Who?” 

“The lady whose brother died. What’d you say to her?” 

He didn’t really know why he cared what Rick had said. He thought, maybe, he just wanted to know if he’d have done something different. 

“Oh. I told her to fuck off,” Rick slurred matter-of-factly. “Did her a favor. Ya can’t expect the universe to baby you. We all lose something to it.” 

“Huh,” Morty breathed, feeling a bit lighter. “I would’ve offered her a hug,” He thought out loud. “I would’ve listened.” 

Rick snored. Morty listened.

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[pleasetakethis]

6, 14, 19 & 49 for the ask game? :) (if you're doing it)

Yesss! Thanks for your ask, May! :D Ask game in question, in case anyone else wants to play!

6. Optimist, pessimist, realist, surrealist

Optimist by necessity, surrealist when I eat psilocybin mushrooms. When I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at 29, my nurse's husband was also a nurse and he had MS. He was working in another ward but came and talked to me on his break. I avoided depression/mental health meds until then. He told me to look into how emotions affect our immune systems and that mental health meds were worth it if they helped prevent one single relapse. That conversation (and how I was diagnosed*) reframed how I looked at life. It could always be worse.

*at the first hospital, before being transferred, the neurologist told me I might have a brain infection or a tumor. At the better hospital, within 30 mins of being checked in the ER, they told me I had to wait for a neuro diagnosis but the ER radiology team was 99.9% sure it was MS. I went from thinking I might die and not see my kids grow up to realizing I had a life ahead of me, even if it was going to be difficult, and I will never forget that feeling of relief.

14. Are you a green thumb or do you kill your plant children

I TRY SO HARD, YALL, SO, SO HARD. I kill all my plant children. I am TRYING desperately to keep a tiny Norfolk Pine and a (mostly dead) pothos alive. Fingers crossed, just replanted both. I have an outdoor rose bush that has survived for several years now! I trim it back occasionally but right now it's a wild bramble with soft pink and hot pink blooms.

19. What is your least favorite color

I don't have one! I was going to say brown but then I thought about soil and tree bark and rocks and realized I dislike mud, not the color brown (plus brown and gold is a baller combo--looking at a painting project that has a brown and gold blended background and it's lovely).

49. Favorite urban legend

While I was born and raised in Lou, Ky, US until I was 11, I've spent most of my life in West Virginia, US, and I gotta go with the Mothman Legend. The statue is an hour and a half from me. My oldest has visited and left an offering of baked beans but I haven't--hoping to make it there this year with my other two kiddos!

[queermarzipan]

*walks up to the top of the room w/ my thumb and ring fingers pressed together*

Hm. *brief silence where I hold in all the 'em's that want to come out*

My name is Marzipan and I was born on August 19th, 1951. No I was not that was a Queen joke. Queen was my first fandom. Anyone who found that funny hmtfu *raises eyebrows and waggles my right hand in a phone symbol*

ANYWAY so I accrue fandoms chronologically and there is a definite pattern of my interest in older fandoms getting left behind for the new interest. In order my fandoms have been Queen, Harry Potter (Drarry), Stranger Things, The Umbrella Academy, Doctor Who, Good Omens, and uh. David Tennant. Lol. *realises i just said 'lol' out loud* *clears throat hm. So anyway I still love all these pieces of media and have fic Ideas for all of them bit I haven't actually written anything yet. Or. Okay actually I was very diligent in writing down my ideas for my FIRST fic *gestures to Harry Potter* but. I still never wrote any of the *fic*.

I implicitly trust my Dad's taste in music, movies, and books, and he has never led me wrong thus far. I also have my own taste in books, which largely amounts to "mystery-solving kids" but I am hoping to expand. Yes you read that implication right I do not in fact have much of my own taste in movies or music--or I find it really difficult to describe, more accurately, since it's basically 'Mostly Dad's recommendations plus some other stuff' only I don't know what the 'other stuff' is called or how to define it.

Um.

I have a list of musicals I need to watch, starting with Les Mis, a list of books I need to read, starting with Children of Blood and Bone/Children of Virtue and Vengeance, and a list of shows/movies I need to watch, starting with. PJO and The Owl House. Although I have to read the books for them first, so. Also The Hunger Games!! Aaaa!! So many things!!!

I play the violin, and I used to be in two orchestras, but now I'm in just the one, thank goodness. I went on tour in Lisbon last week! Dublin youth orchestra!! First time on tour, we did two locations, the food was amazing, it was suncream-hot in February (unheard of) and I have a VERY LONG post about it buried in my drafts. (I need to go through my drafts.....)

Ao, uh, anyway, that's me. Oh also!! I got myself adopted by Arthur, and he's reallly nice, but @howmanyholesinswisscheese can you be my uncle?? Please?? I feel like that fits the vibe better :).

ALSO also I'm watching The Good Place right now with @rainbowpopeworld. XD.

School-style getting to know you

So I don't actually know a lot about my mutuals, so I thought it would be a fun idea to have everyone introduce themselves like they were in school. (i've seen other people do this, but i've always been too scared to try for myself)

I'll start:

*slides to the front of the class in heelies* *jumps up onto a desk, basking in the spotlight like the theatre kid I am* "You can call me Aeylia (not my real name), I have done theatre since I was 5, I am extremely ADHD, and I am in the PJO, Good Omens, Sherlock, Dr Who, The Owl House, and Medoran Chronicles fandoms, (although the Medoran Chronicles fandom is tiny), I love musicals, acting, reading, writing, and baking, and I have a labradoodle (labrador poodle cross) named Leo. *jumps down from the desk* *slides back to my desk* *sits on top of my desk, completely ignoring the chair*

@madfangirlontheloose @good-usernames-were-taken @gyrovagus-bibliophile @aroaceblackhole @arkytiorlecter @howmanyholesinswisscheese @falling-raine @queermarzipan

@ anyone else who wants to join in

[house-of-galathynius]

Every Step of the Way

Based off the prompt sent to @rowaelinprompts from @morganofthewildfire

“I don’t know what to do.” // “We’ll figure it out.” 

I thought I’d keep in line with a lot of the fics I’ve been seeing about Rowaelin pregnant and it was making me want more of them, so I couldn’t help myself but write a little pregnancy one-shot! Mostly fluff 😊

Word count: 2k 

~ 

Aelin hadn’t been able to look at it any longer. She had given the test one look and walked straight out of the bathroom and then paced the length of her bedroom before finally sitting on the edge of her bed. 

The test haunted her as she glanced every so often into the bathroom, seeing the little white stick sitting there. She had been unable to call Rowan or go downstairs to face her parents— because they would know something was wrong as soon as she went down. So instead she remained hiding in her room until she could pluck up the courage to do something.

She couldn’t pretend to be shocked or clueless about how this had happened. She knew very well how she had gotten pregnant. In fact, she was almost ninety-nine percent certain she could recall the exact night it had happened. Her parents had been away on a business trip and she had thrown a party— at first it was just a few people— but then somehow there were plus ones of plus ones and her house had been thrown into chaos. But Aelin had never been one to shy away from a good party, so she had continued to supply the drinks and the music and let her hair down. You couldn’t celebrate your final year of high school every day, after all. 

Rowan had moved to Orynth midway through the school year. He had been a broody, hard-to-read guy who had mostly kept to himself. Aelin never really conversed with him, not until they were made to be partners in English and had consequently become friends— of a sort. Aelin kind of liked his quiet, broody nature. It was so different to her own, but in a weird way it made them all the more compatible. The project had lasted only two weeks, but even after that Aelin started to seek him out to talk about the band they both loved or their favourite TV show, the both of them slipping seamlessly into a friendship. And that’s all it had been. Friends. 

Until the party. 

Despite the alcohol, Aelin wasn’t drunk. She usually left that to Aedion or Lysandra. She had really spent most of her evening conversing with various people and trying not to let her eyes wander to him. 

Rowan had been hiding in a corner all evening, judging everyone. Especially the girls who were desperate for his attention and affection. She’d caught him staring at her a few times and had eventually motioned for him to follow. 

Aelin had led him to her room, where the music was muted and she could hear herself think. It was the first time Rowan had been inside her house and her room, and she watched him with interest as he wandered around, picking up things and then putting them down, smiling at pictures she had stuck to her walls and rolling his eyes at band posters and merch that dotted her shelves. 

“You know you’re eighteen, right? This stuff is marketed to kids.” He had said to her, laughter in his voice. Aelin had rolled her eyes and strode over to him before yanking the little figurine from his hand. She remembered the moment that their hands touched, the feel of his calloused skin, the way his fingers had curled over her own as she had tried to take the figure from him. That moment was like a burst of realisation that this person was starting to feel like more than a friend to her. 

The feeling had been so out of the blue, hitting her like a ton of bricks that Aelin had staggered back a step. Perhaps it had been the alcohol or it was the dim lighting of the room… but Rowan had followed her every step, and with such gentleness, placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb stroking across her skin and she shivered at the touch, but unable to look away from his eyes. His beautiful green eyes. 

She remembered the quickness of her heart and the heat in both their eyes as Aelin had moved in close to him and rose on her toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Then tilting her head in offer. Can I kiss you? 

And that had been that. Rowan had devoured her in the bed, and then on the floor and then in the shower. The two of them utterly obsessed with the taste and feel of each other. They explored all of the other, kissing and licking, laughing… and in the morning she had woken with Rowan’s arm draped loosely across her hip, her body curved into his. 

She didn’t regret it at all. In fact, that night had spurred on the greatest relationship she had ever had— and hoped she would ever have. It had taken only weeks for her to fall in love with him. He was the brightest part of her day, the person she craved to be near all the time. She loved every second of being with him. He was the other half of her heart and she could not imagine wanting anyone else the way she did him. 

But now, sitting on her bed, she wasn’t sure if Rowan would feel the same. 

They were eighteen. They had plans for their lives: university, travelling, finding a career. Rowan had been accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in the country, he had internships lined up… What teenager would sacrifice all of that for a whirlwind romance? 

Aelin supposed she would get her answer in the next few moments as she heard the familiar sound of Rowan’s voice and her father welcoming him in. Even when she hadn’t spoken to him, he always knew when something was wrong. 

Aelin took in a few shaky breaths and stood. She smoothed down her clothes and then rung her hands together nervously as she waited for him to come in. 

The door opened slowly and he entered, a smile on his face. “Hey, Fireheart.” 

It took her a moment to summon words, but eventually managed a smile and a quiet, “hey.” 

Rowan noticed the subdued tone, and dropped his bag on the floor, coming over to her in two strides and cupping her face. “What is it?” 

Aelin stepped away from his touch and shook her head sadly. “Rowan…” She wiped a tear from her cheek, the reality of the situation hitting her. “I—“

He waited for her to speak. But no words good enough would find her. She opened her mouth and closed it before she ran a hand down her face and attempted to regulate her breathing. 

“Aelin, you’re kind of scaring me.” 

She closed her eyes and tried to silence the intrusive thoughts. Trying to find some semblance of calm. “We need to talk.” She said eventually. 

It was Rowan’s turn to look slightly afraid and he furrowed his brows in worry. “Are you breaking up with me? Because if you are, you don’t need to say it. I can just leave.” He rambled on. 

If Aelin wasn’t feeling so sick to her stomach with terror and worry, she might have been able to laugh at his jumping to conclusions. Except all she could manage this time was a shake of her head, “no. I’m not breaking up with you.” 

He sighed in relief. “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

“Sit down.” She said, “please.” 

Rowan did as she asked and perched on the edge of her desk chair.

She knew she was going to tell him, but she hadn’t exactly figured out the precise words. Considering she had only found out herself less than two hours ago, it was no surprise he was struggling. But no matter what she thought of, nothing seemed to fit right. Just blurting it out was too impersonal— too abrupt. But telling him the story about their first night together was too much like she was explaining how making babies worked. The problem was that Aelin knew it didn’t matter how she told him, that had never been the problem. It was that she had no fucking clue how he would react, and that scared her the most. 

“Aelin?” 

Okay. She just had to do it. “I took a test earlier.” She paused to see if he caught on, but nothing had seemed to have registered yet. “A pregnancy test.” She confirmed. 

His eyes went wide, “a pregnancy test?” 

She nodded. “I’ve been feeling weird the last few days. Nauseous, headaches…” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Aelin shrugged again. “I didn’t think anything of it at first. But then I checked my period tracker this morning and, well,” she sighed, turning to walk into her bathroom and picking up the test. She returned to the room and handed it to Rowan with shaky hands, “it’s positive.” 

Rowan didn’t say anything for a moment. He just stared at the test; at those two little pink lines that have just changed the course of their entire lives. “How accurate are—“ 

“Rowan, I’m almost one hundred percent sure that it’s correct.” 

“Fuck.” He murmured. 

Aelin stepped back. Her chest constricting as his response sunk in. She didn’t know what she had been expecting. It wasn’t like she had hoped there would be some big declaration of love, or a spur of the moment marriage proposal— not that she really wanted that now anyway. But she had hoped for something more… comforting. And it was probably the hormones and the shock, but she fell back onto her bed, the tears starting to come faster now. She put her head in her hands and sniffed, trying to calm her erratic breathing. 

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed, “I’m so so sorry.” 

Rowan was on his feet in seconds, coming to kneel in front of her. “Hey. No. Don’t do that. Do not apologise. I’m sorry, Aelin.” He took her hands, pulling them gently away from her face, “I didn’t think of what I was saying… I just, this is a shock.”

Aelin nodded. “I know. Gods, I know.” She cried. 

Rowan wiped her tears away. “It’ll be okay, Aelin.” 

“I don’t know what to do.” She whispered. 

“We’ll figure it out. Together.” Rowan replied softly. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m like super in love with you, Fireheart. You will never ever be alone, I have no plans on ever leaving you. And if you choose to keep this baby I will be here every single step of the way. And if you choose to not… even then. We’ll figure this out.” Rowan kissed her hands and smiled encouragingly at her. 

“But what about uni? What about all the plans—“ 

Rowan kissed her palm, “I have savings, we can get an apartment off-campus. I can work on the weekends. If you want to have this baby then I will support you. There are options, Aelin.” 

“I can’t do that to you.” 

Rowan shook his head, almost in anger. “That’s not for you to decide. I want to help. So let me.” 

Finally, she nodded. The anxiousness and terror that she felt was still there, simmering beneath her skin. She knew that the future would be hard, that having a kid so young would bring about countless hardships— but Rowan was there, he was going to stay. Though their relationship was new, she felt it deep in her bones that he would never betray her, never lie to her.

“Okay.” 

Rowan smiled then, relieved. “We can get married if that’s what you want. I’ll start looking at apartments and jobs and—“ 

Aelin chuckled, “how about we start with telling our parents first?”

Rowan ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously. “Probably a good idea.” 

“You’re sure about this?” She said going up to him and winding her arms around his waist. 

Rowan mimicked her movement and then kissed her forehead. “I know that I want to be with you.” He smiled, “and if that includes having a little version of us… then I say bring it on.” 

~

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