#(which is even worse because holy shit??? crying is so painful give my eyes a break actually???)

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[beautiful-and-terrible]

“falling into place”

mike schmidt x reader

summary: “You meet Mike Schmidt under rather unfortunate circumstances. Luckily, he's a decent guy, and tries to make it up to you. Besides, who could say no to those big brown puppy-dog eyes?”

tags: Slow-burn, domestic, hurt/comfort, gradual friends-to-lovers, whatever the opposite of a meet-cute is, because mike is a disaster, sub!mike, dom!reader, eventual smut

Part 2

also available on my Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51690952/chapters/130675165

A sigh escaped your lips as you watched raindrops race down the window. It was a Friday afternoon, and you were an hour away from being done with your shift at your town’s local, run-down grocery store. You were working the cash register - a mindless, repetitive task that sucked the soul out of you, but it paid the bills. You didn’t mind talking to customers, when they were polite. It was usually hit or miss with the older customers. They never seemed to understand that you couldn’t accept expired coupons. Or that eggs really were $1.05, yes even for the non-organic ones.

This particular afternoon was going especially poorly. You had two people refuse to pay their bills and just walk out with their groceries, you had a screaming child in line with her mother who kept begging you to just “give the kid a piece of candy for free”, and at least three older men had told you “you’d do your job a lot better if you smiled.”

By the last hour of your shift, you were on the verge of a breakdown. Tears pricked your eyes - your feet hurt, your back ached, and your heart was still tender from being chewed out by your manager for letting those two people walk out without paying. As if you, a minimum wage employee, had the authority or skills necessary to stop two shoplifters. And besides, you didn’t really think stealing essential things like food warranted arrest or reprimand, anyway.

So that’s why when a particularly mean old bat who smelled like mothballs and cat piss yelled at you for not scanning her groceries quickly enough, you finally snapped. You slowly put down the fifth carton of prune juice you had scanned, untied your apron that had your name tag pinned on it, and let it drop to the ground.

You looked the old woman in the eyes, flipped her off, and walked out. As you passed your manager on your way to the front door, you flipped him off, too. The way his face went beet red with rage would remain in your brain as one of the funniest things you’d ever seen. You were pretty sure there was a vein in his temple about to burst.

So now you had no job. Great. You sighed, putting your head in your hands as you stood under the covered walkway that led into the store. You stood like that for a long time, just letting the reality wash over you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to cry in public, but as soon as you got home you would put on your softest hoodie and sweatpants, and have a good cry about how shit your life had been these past few months. You steeled yourself, raising your head and starting to walk towards your car.

You were about half way out into the rainy parking lot, holding your jacket above your head, which blocked your peripheral view, when you were suddenly on the hard, wet ground and your vision pulsed with white stars. It felt like you had been sucker-punched by the Hulk. You looked around dazedly, trying to figure out why you were suddenly on the ground.

Headlights beamed directly at face level as you sat up, rubbing your head. You brought your hand away - no blood, at least. But your wrist hurt like a fucking bitch. The throbbing pain got worse by the second - each beat of your heart caused the flesh around your wrist to swell up like a balloon. Or at least that’s what it felt like.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I looked away for a second and you came out of nowhere I’m so fucking sorry-”

You looked up to see two very distressed, very pretty hazel-brown eyes staring down at you. A man with a mellow voice was apologizing profusely, attempting to help you stand up. You could only nod dumbly, holding out a hand placatingly.

“I’m fine, I think… my wrist really hurts,” you pouted, trying not to sound like a child but your day had been so dogshit that your usual barriers were crumbling easier than normal.

“Let me take you to the Urgent Care, it’s the least I can do…” he trailed off, grabbing you by both elbows to help you up off the wet ground. You shivered, from the cold rain dripping down your neck and from the adrenaline of the moment starting to wear off. The man helped you into the passenger seat of his car and got in the drivers side.

You looked down at your wrist - it was already swollen. Your lip started to tremble, and big, fat tears started to leak from your eyes. You sniffled, which caught the guys attention.

“Oh, hey, don’t cry. I’m sure it’s just sprained. And I’ll even try to help pay for your cast or whatever… not that I have any extra money but that’s the right thing to do…” he murmured under his breath. You glanced at him and gave him a half smile, wiping the tears off your face.

“Don’t worry about that. I just appreciate the ride. I’ve had a pretty shit day - getting hit by a car was just the cherry on top.

“Yeah, I know about shit days,” he said simply, then winced, looking in the rearview mirror. “Sorry, Abs. A pretty crap day, is what I meant.”

You turned around, confused. In the back seat was a girl of about 11 or 12, looking sullenly out the window. She shrugged noncommittally.

“Hi,” you said softly. The girl glanced at you, frowned, and turned more toward the direction of the window. You looked at the guy, who just sighed.

“That’s my sister, Abby. She’s having a crap day, too.”

“Dang. The three of us should start a club,” you said, which made the guy let out a snort of laughter. You looked at him, surprised by the display of mirth.

“So… what’s your name?” he asked, stopping at a red light. You told him your name, which he repeated before saying, “Nice to meet you. I’m Mike.”

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Ch 2: New beginnings...?

"Nice to meet you."

It's been 5 hours now, my eyes are puffy as hell. I've been crying for two hours, at first I yelled at shit then I watched a show which turned out to be a bad idea since now I'm crying because of a breakup scene. The Ice cream is finished and thrown away now, the wine I haven't opened just yet. I stopped for a minute, I didn't completely stop since I was still sniffling and tears were still falling.

I stood up and finally grabbed the box that Mark had given me. It was small, I was hoping that it wasn't jewelry because knowing my Serena nature I would not be able to control my urge to value it like treasure when it came from the hands of a man whose feelings were about his future and not mine. I open the box only to see that it had inside that said "I'm sorry." I immediately crumpled it and threw it in my trash can. There was confetti but I froze when I finally revealed that the gift was the bracelet I made for him when we started dating.

I started sobbing again since the meaning of that was when I made him that bracelet and gave it to him, he would only give it back to me when he finds someone much better. Young me believed him when he said that I will never be replaced but now I cry thinking that the promise that he promised 16 year old me was now broken. I spent so much time on that bracelet but now I wanted to destroy every way you can but my Serena nature kicked in, I just held it tightly clutching near my chest since that meant so much to me. I pull out the one you had when you taught him how to make said bracelet and put them both on the table sobbing while looking at the both of them. 

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I stopped crying after a while, my eyes hurt so much. Even with my eyes hurting I decided to be stupid and open my phone. Bad idea because I forgot to unfollow and I saw his latest tweet. Shit. 

I can't fucking believe it. The famous supermodel Ysa? He was dating her and got her knocked up. I thought he knew how to have safe sex especially when we talked about it when it came to my boundaries for that topic since we were still preparing for it. But now I know that he's been sleeping with someone, that someone being the person I found an inspiration for my clothes and style with. I was so frustrated, I didn't know what to do, even being a psychology major you still have instances of not knowing what to do in different scenarios like this. I knew it ever since they both were in the same commercial, I had a strong gut feeling but I guess Ysa’s gut is feeling something now huh. 

In the heat of it all, I was impulsive. I took the bottle of wine and took a huge gulp from it. Another, another, and another gulp. Then I called my boss, and told him that I was quitting my job and started to rant to him about what happened that day. The next thing I remember was that I was on the goddamn floor with the wine from last night. 

I remember waking up in a wavy room? Shit it’s the hangover, I tried standing up despite my arms and legs feeling loopy. My head was spinning and my mind was just waking holy shit. Once my brain was semi awake, someone was banging at my door. 

"Isla! Tanghaling tapat na! Di ka pa nagigising?!" (Isla! It's Twelve noon already! Aren't you going to wake up?!") My auntie yelled as today was one of her free days. "Gising na po!" (Awake already!) I yelled groggily, everything is still spinning, the pain in my head just got worse, and worst of all I feel like I'm about to hurl everywhere.

*Slam*  My door barges open, my auntie goes towards me and looks at me up and down and gives me a disappointed look. "Jusko Lord Isla. Di ka naawa sa sarili mo ha? Nagtretrending ang boyfriend si Mark sa TV na ipapakasal na siya. Kabet ka lang pala?" (For christ sake Isla, Don't you feel sorry for yourself? Your boyfriends have been trending on TV with news of him getting married. Are you a side chick now?) My auntie questions so invasively while I am still trying to control my hangover. I wished she didn't have to know but Mark was dating a famous model. I took a deep breath in and just shook my head. I didn't want to answer her now because my priority was to get out of my hangover and start my day officially. 

"Ano? Di ka sasagot?" (What? Are you not going to answer?) My aunt asked, crossing her arms. I took a deep but shaky breath "Siya ang nanloko, hindi ako kabit. Nabuntis niya yung babae na yan." (He's the one who cheated, I never became a side chick of his. He got the model pregnant.) I said groggily and angrily and stood up to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. 

"Yan kasi, lagi ka nalang nandito eh. Yan tuloy na loko ka. Sayang pa naman ang pogi ba rin naman ni Mark '' (That's because, you're always here stuck at home. And now there you go you got cheated on. Such a waste as well, Mark was very good looking.) I put the toothbrush down and put it down on my sink and turned to look my auntie in the eye. I was mad, not only did she just invalidate how I got cheated on but she was taking HIS side on that just because of my job in which she forced me to take inside of the house only. That’s it I’m not taking anymore of this, I’m gonna push this a quarter towards speaking about this situation and most of it 

 "I got cheated on because it was his choice. He had no right to cheat on me when he has always told and promised me that he will be patient towards me and my career matters no matter what. and maybe you may have forgotten but I'm a cumlaude of B.S Psychology I study these types of issues within a human mind. If he was that easily tempted by some girl who struts on a catwalk wearing pieces of clothing that are considered by the privileged as art then he was not the one for me at all. And second of all, don't use my job as the reason because you were the person who forced me to work from home. You know what? I'm not gonna work from home anymore since I'm going to be taking that job that Kuya showed me." I yelled each and every single one. I know that my actions weren't controlled during that time but I couldn't think straight as well since I was really in a bad hangover and she was getting on my nerves. 

Next thing I know after I said that Slap! My aunt slapped me in the face. I held on to the cheek that she slapped as soon as it was done, tears were forming, and I was scared.

"Abah sumasagot ka na. Sino ba nag sabi saiyo na papayagan ka mag work ka outside of the house ha? Akala mo maka survive ka na wala ako? Ha! Tignan mo lang Isla." (Wow you're talking back now. Who told you that you could work outside of the house? You think you can survive without me? Ha! You'll see, Isla.) My auntie yelled before going away and slamming the door. 

"Tangina naman, ang ganda ng buhay sobra."(For fucks sake, life is beautiful really beautiful.) I sarcastically yelled. 

'Oh I'll show you, I'll show all of you'  I thought to myself before drinking my pain killers and trying to get out of my hangover.. 

The anger was still there, no matter what, it was there. I knew my Auntie loved Mark, even though she tried to put me in an arranged marriage beforehand when she knew I had a boyfriend but once she met him, you could just tell that she already making wedding plans. My aunt would involve him in everything after that, making him feel like family. I get that she's mad, but that anger shouldn't be directed at me, I'm not the one who fucking cheated.

Once I did, the first thing I did was eat breakfast and drink plenty of water then I transferred my clients files since well I impulsively quit my job because of my stupid drunk self. Then delete them all after I have transferred all. Some of my patients reached out and thanked me for treating them well and giving them hope for themselves in which for me made the job worthwhile.

 And then started to work on my interview, I did research on the school, on what interview questions they would ask, on what kinds of interview questions I can have. This job feels like its calling me, meaning I really have to do well on this interview. I even learned about the staff, the principal, the PE teacher, The Werewolf sex education teacher, The Botany teacher, and many more.

This is my chance to prove to Tita that I have a chance. So that's all I did all day before the interview. It was the same routine: wake up early, swim in the ocean, argue with my auntie, eat breakfast, then the whole day I prepared for my interview. 

Sure it's unhealthy of me to overwork myself to do well in this interview but, I'm not going to let Mark win by just sulking and missing him. No, he gave me this opportunity to make a name for myself and now I'm doing it. And this was also a way to prove to my auntie that I could be on my own now, I could go out and meet people like me. And never ever go back to being isolated. Which is why I’m treating this like it was my bar exam.

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The day of the interview 

The alarm I set was two hours before the interview. For the first time in a while, I made myself breakfast, the classic egg and longganissa breakfast, brushed my teeth, took a warm and peaceful shower, and did some house chores so that Kuya won't have to worry much later.

I picked out what to wear and then settled on my favourite but not frequently used pink suit.

I was preparing for the interview when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in, I'm done changing." I answered while putting a pink blazer on for my interview. My cousin came in with something in his hand. "Ayyy, she's getting ready na, how are you feeling?" He asked while looking around me to see if I had any flaws with the formal wear I was wearing. "I'm a bit nervous, but at the same time, I'm excited because this whole thing is gonna be so new to me." I said while straightening my jacket. 

He looked at his watch, and it was almost time for him to go, also nearing the time when my interview was going to start. "Aalis na ako ha? Good luck sayo, Isla." (I'll get going already, Goodluck Isla) He hugged me tightly. "HOY KUYA YUNG BLAZER GUGUSOT YAN." (HEY KUYA, MY BLAZER IS GONNA GET CRUMPLED)  I shouted while playfully slapping him. He laughed, then let down before saying his final goodbye. I straightened my blazer once again and checked the time it was almost my interview. 

My tita walked and saw me before I was going to sit down on my desk. She gave me a glare then walked up to me. “Kahit kelan eh noh, lagi nalang ako mali, lagi na lang ikaw ang tama. Sana di ka papasa dito, sinasabi ko na sayo na di safe sa labas pero gagawin mo parin toh” (Everytime everywhere, I’m the one who's always wrong. You’re the one who’s always right. I hope you don’t pass this interview, I already told you it's not safe out there and yet you still do this.) My aunt then left. ‘Wala naman goodluck diyan putangina?’ (Not even goodluck there fuck this)

I slammed my palm against the wall when I heard my auntie go out of the house. I was frustrated.

Ever since my mom died, she has been this asshole, from making me transfer to a public school where I got bullied just from coming from a private school to nearly forcing me to date a guy when she knew I was dating Mark until she saw him. I don't know what she thinks that was going to do when she did all of those, but I finally rebelled when I chose to choose psychology instead of modelling like Mark.

That was the first time I rebelled, normally I would have felt bad like when I was in highschool and I would extend just a little bit to get a taste of street food due to how hungry I was at that time but when I did so, I would always apologize and get grounded.

I collected myself and started doing breathing exercises. This made me calm down for a while, but it was obvious that I was pissed but not to worry since I'm able to control my emotions when it came to serious settings, or so I hope.

I sat on my desk and clicked on the zoom link they sent me. While I was waiting the nerves kept going up to me while I waited for the call. I really want this to work or else I'm letting my tita control which I do not want anymore. 

All those thoughts stopped when someone entered the Zoom call. She had wavy medium red hair, wearing a brown cardigan, those thick framed glasses. I was stunned for some reason. She looked to be older than and definitely not the principal I saw on the website. It was.. 

"Good morning there in the Philippines. I'm Marilyn Thornhill, the botany teacher of Nevermore and I'm here to be your interviewer. I’m sorry for the sudden change of interviewer, Miss Weems had to take care of something and I was here already so.., Miss Isla are you ready?”

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Stray Kids Reaction || Didn’t Know That You Were Pregnant [Request]

CHAN:

It was supposed to be a relaxing day out with the rest of the boys, going for a walk around the Han River and taking photographs with Hyunjin but your stomach was beginning to cramp and you were having back pains. 

"Maybe you should sit down," Minho said as he noticed how slow you were walking behind them, panting out of breath you walked over to some of the benches beside a fence and sat down. 

"Here," Felix called out as he rushed to your side and gave you a bottle of water, Chan glanced over at you smiling weakly as he noticed how sick you looked. The fact that you'd been sick for most of the week was starting to worry him but you pushed it aside as nothing more than a sickness bug that would pass sooner or later.

"Maybe we should call it a day, you look worse than you did yesterday," Jisung said in a worried tone he didn't mean for it to sound mean but he was worried about you, as were the other boys. Jisung's eyes kept looking between you and Chan as he walked over to your side but you let out a yelp in pain, at first, you thought you'd dropped the bottle of water that Felix had handed to you but then you felt pain radiate up your back and around your abdomen,

"Gross, Y/n needs to control her bladder." Minho laughed as he saw the pool of fluid by your feet and assumed you had wet yourself but that was when Chan's face ran pale and he began to calculate in his head. 

"I-I think my water broke," You mumbled as you looked over at Chan, he was piecing everything together over the last nine months, you'd gained weight, you'd been suck more often not to mention the weird cravings you'd been getting. 

"Holy shit." You yelled out as you struggled to get up from the bench, holding onto your stomach where there was barely even a bump. 

"I'm going to be an uncle?!" Jeongin screamed out loudly enough that the lady that was working the hot chocolate stand looked up to see what the fuss was about. Chan took your hand in his, walking with you towards the car so they could get you to a hospital but all of the boys were freaking out more than the two of you, yelling about how they weren't prepared and nothing was ready since you had no idea you were pregnant. 

MINHO:

You always thought those who claimed not to know that they were pregnant were being dramatic but now you knew first hand that they weren't. Sitting on the maternity ward with your sleeping daughter in your arms while Minho sat beside you on the bed just watching her sleeping. You had been home when you felt a bad pain spreading over your body, you figured it was nothing until it got to the point you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and headed to the doctor. 

"I can't believe you created another human." Changbin muttered as he walked into the room with a look of surprise on his face,

"Neither can we," You laughed as you laid your head on Minho's shoulder still remembering the look of shock on his face he had when you told him that you were going to have a baby. It was as if someone had drained all the colour out of him and for a few moments you thought he was going to pass out but he took it well and spent hours shopping for everything you were going to need online and having it delivered to your apartment that you shared together.

CHANGBIN:

"Where have you been I've been calling all day?!" You yelled out as you stood in the doorway of one of the studios, Changbin was chilling with Jisung and Chan while he claimed he was working. 

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" You groaned at his nagging questioning and looked down at your stomach, the bump was starting to bother you but you put that down to weight loss until about an hour ago when you felt something move inside of you followed by a gushing of water to your feet. 

"I'm in labour, so if you answered your phone I wouldn't have had to drive all the way here instead of a hospital," All three of the boys started to laugh with one another thinking it was some kind of prank but as soon as Changbin saw the seriousness on your face his smile fell to the floor. 

"You're really-"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to be dad-"

"Not if you don't get me to a fucking doctor!" You yelled out as another contraction hit you, bending over in pain as you tried not to fall to the floor in a puddle of tears from the pain that you were experiencing. 

HYUNJIN:

"Besides a little weight gain, there had been no other indication that you could have been pregnant?" A nurse asked as she looked at you at Hyunjin, the two of you had been surprised by home birth. You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the toilet only to realise you weren't in need of the toilet but a doctor. The two of you ended up delivering your daughter on the bathroom floor over the phone to nurses and an ambulance team that had been stuck on the roads. 

"No, I didn't even know I could. I was on the pill and we were using condoms." You mumbled as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter who was strong considering you hadn't been taking prenatal care or going for regular checkups, it was a miracle she was delivered as well as she was and as healthy as she was. 

"Well, the hospital will provide you with a crib and some emergency supplies but you will need to do some shopping soon." She began writing everything up that you would need, Hyunjin was already so taken with your daughter he could hardly take his eyes off her.

JISUNG:

As soon as the water hit the ground you knew you hadn't accidentally wet yourself and Chan knew from the look of it that it wasn't piss that had come out of you. 

"Y/n!?" Jisung yelled out as panic washed over his face, he was sweating as he rushed over to you, sitting you down on the sofa in the dorms as he began yelling out for someone to call an ambulance. 

"Relax, she's in labour," Chan said calmly as he watched the two of you but that did nothing to settle you, both you and Jisung turned to him with wide eyes, 

"I'M PREGNANT?!"

"SHE'S PREGNANT!?" You screamed out together as the boys around you began to laugh, Chan shook his head at you before looking around. 

"Felix call an ambulance, Seungmin get a blanket and Minho pack up some clothes for Y/n." The whole time Chan barked out orders Jisung was doing his best to coach you through the pain, giving you breathing techniques he'd seen in all of the movies and TV shows where people were giving birth.

"We're going to be parents." He whispered over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true and it wasn't some kind of dream that he seemed to be having. 

FELIX:

Felix brought you to the hospital as soon as you said that you were in so much pain you couldn't get out of bed, doctors were running tests on you while you sat in a hospital bed crying into a pillow. 

"Mr Lee, Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced over at the door to see a set of doctors all rushing around outside the door, getting something ready while another came to speak to you. 

"It appears that you're pregnant, in fact, you're currently in labour." You started laughing at the male doctor thinking it was some kind of joke but when you noticed he wasn't laughing you stopped and sat up in the bed. 

"I'm what?" Felix's hand wrapped around yours as he tightly squeezed your hand, come to think of it there was a high possibility that you were pregnant but the two of you had been careful and used protection all of the time. 

"I would assume this is a shock but we need to check to see how far along you are in your contractions," A female doctor came into the room and began introducing herself while you and Felix stared at one another dumbfounded about how this could have happened and when. 

"Would you like to stay in the room?" The mid-wife asked Felix who turned to leave but you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer to the bed, 

"We're in this together, don't even think about walking out of that door." You warned him as the doctor began to see if you were ready to push or not, 

"Almost there, I would say another hour or two at the most," She smiled looking up at you both as you worriedly looked at one another how you were going to break the news to everyone since you had no idea you had been pregnant in the first place.

"I need to call my mum," Felix stuttered as he looked at you, you nodded your head looking around for your phone. 

"I need to tell my family." You bit down on your lip not knowing if you were excited, worried or scared or if it was a mixture of all of those emotions at once. 

"I would make some arrangements quickly," The doctor teased before leaving the room, you turned to Felix wondering where to start with the conversation.

SEUNGMIN:

"I'm telling you that there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel sick." You grumbled to Seungmin who was pacing around the room a nurse had placed you in, he'd insisting on taking you to see someone as soon as you started to feel sick and dizzy that morning and now you had been waiting around for hours. 

"The tests have all finally came back, we wanted to make sure it was 100% positive before we came in here," The same nurse that had admitted you explained as she held a clipboard to her chest with a worried expression on her face, 

"When you came in we asked if there was a chance of pregnancy and you said no-"

"Because there isn't, I'm on the pill and we use protection," You told her as she continued to give you a worried look, that was when she began showing you all of the tests that they had done to prove to you that you were eight months pregnant and in early labour which was why you were sick and in so much pain. 

"I-I'm pregnant?" You stuttered out staring from the charts to her face as Seungmin sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"But we were careful," He mumbled as he looked at you, 

"Not all contraceptives are 100% effective, some are just 99.9% you're the lucky, 00.01% That gets pregnant," You knew she was trying to make you feel better but it only made it worse as you thought about how the baby had nothing waiting at home for them when you eventually got home. 

"I'll get the boys, they'll become builders for the day." Seungmin mumbled as he began to call Chan on his phone frantically. 

JEONGIN:

Jeongin laughed down the phone when you told him you were sitting on the maternity ward of a hospital delivering his baby but as soon as he didn't hear you laughing a chill ran through him.

"You're joking right?" You groaned at him through the phone, rolling your head back against the bed as another contraction hit you making you scream out louder than the rest before it.

"Why would I joke about pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a pea!?" You yelled out down the phone to him while the midwife flinched from beside you wondering how you had been clueless about the pregnancy in the first place. It wasn't as though you were trying to get pregnant you were only together for two years, he was still young and how was JYP going to react to him getting a son or a daughter. 

"Please come to the hospital innie, I'm scared," Your voice cracked as you began to cry but Jeongin was already on the way, getting Minho to drive him as fast as he could so he could be by your side by the time his son or daughter came into the world.

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[spencersawkward]

top shelf//MGG - part 1

summary: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more.

word count: 3k

content warnings: swearing but nothing else!

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

A/N: hi! welcome to my new series. i don’t think this will be super long in terms of parts, but i’ll try to update as frequently as possible for you all. this chapter is pretty expositional, so i’m sorry in advance lol. also i know i made it short but lmk if you want them to be longer. also shoutout my sweet sweet angels @reidsconverse and @voidsfilm bc i would literally cry without both of you. also THANK YOU to @dr-spencerr-reidd for this concept bc i probably wouldn't have written it without your ask!! sending hugs :)

you throw your phone down on the passenger seat with a frustrated groan. after everything that's happened today, you're now stuck on a congested street with your car barely inside the parking spot alongside the sidewalk.

your screen sits there beside you, blank and unresponsive, and you know you're going to have to go inside the coffee shop to ask to use their phone and call Triple A. of course it's not working because nothing is working today. you might as well just sit in your car and cry.

but you can't, because you have a huge project for work that you need to get done by next week, and you've already procrastinated enough. a red glow from the headlights of other cars on the street shine through your windows like melted wax, distorted by the rain. it's been pouring all day.

bracing yourself for the onslaught, you grab the old umbrella from the foot well of the passenger seat and open the door of your car. the torrents hit your body like a wall of ice, soaking you as you try to get to the safety of the café. the umbrella helps a little, but then you get to the overhang and have to actually close it before you head inside.

your fingertips slip around the metal, trying to shove the thing closed while water drips off the bridge of your nose. it's frustrating. your footsteps are still determined as they move towards the entrance, but you're distracted by the stubborn nature of the object, so you don't see the man walking out.

it's not even a bodily collision, really. it's so much worse: the sopping material of the umbrella pokes him in the stomach, knocking the hot cup of coffee all over his sweater.

your eyes widen.

"oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry--" you stutter over your words, completely at a loss. his face is twisted up in an expression of concealed pain. it can't feel good to have hot coffee seeping through your clothes after being prodded by a piece of metal. you move your wet hair out of your face in order to look at him full-on.

"it's fine, really." he gives you what's supposed to be a friendly smile, but looks more like a grimace. your stomach twists; he's hot. like, if you saw him at the bar you would stare at him all night kind of hot.

"no, it's not," your face heats up, despite the cold, damp air. "let me buy you another coffee."

"I--" he glances down at his sweater, which is knitted with cute foxes on the front, then back at you. he pauses a moment and you have to bite down on your tongue to keep from collapsing. he's considerably older than you, but he doesn't dress or act that way. maybe late thirties, if you had to guess. "sure. thanks."

a flowering relief in your chest, partly because he doesn't seem angry and partly because you'd like to look at his face just a bit longer. your eyes stay on his until someone walks through the door of the café and reminds you of where you are.

without a word, you brush past and go into the building, him trailing behind.

Matthew watches as you walk ahead, your clothes spattered with rainwater and your hair somewhat messed up, too. he smiles to himself at the way you almost bump into the corner of a table, nervousness evident in nearly every movement.

you head to the counter, setting your hands on the granite while the barista checks out your unkempt appearance.

"hi," you smile at her before realizing you have no idea what this guy wants. you turn around and see him standing slightly behind you, suppressing a smile. he can tell how flustered you are, and now you look like a fool. "what coffee do you drink?"

"can I have a medium Americano, please?" he asks the barista with a friendly smile. he's got straight teeth, dimples... holy shit. you wish he had been unappealing so that this whole situation would be less humiliating.

you pay for his drink before getting out of the way, both of you slowly walking to the pickup counter.

"again, I'm really sorry. that stupid umbrella." you shake the thing at your side, raindrops falling to the floor. you run a hand through your wet hair.

"it's okay. I appreciate you getting me another cup." he flashes that smile again and you remember that his sweater is all stained. before you can think to do anything else, you pluck a handful of napkins from the self-serve station and start to dab at the material.

he looks down at you for a second, surprised by the way you grab his clothes. Matthew feels your hand pressing into his stomach innocently, and he feels himself blush a little. it's only when you pull away that he's able to regain his head.

"it's still bad," you throw away the napkins and re-evaluate the garment. "jesus christ, it's a nice sweater, too."

"hey, it's totally fine. I can just wash it out." he lets out a slight chuckle, and the sound makes your heart flutter. he's got a dad laugh. deep in his chest.

"baking soda and water." you say abruptly. he frowns.

"what?"

"to get the stain out? I use baking soda and water for coffee stains and it usually works." you explain gently, your eyes meeting again. his irises are a brownish hazel color, warm. the laugh lines by them are charming.

"oh," he grins. "do you get coffee stains often?"

you twist your mouth to the side and glance at the windows of the coffee shop. he's teasing you and you'd be remiss if you said you don't want to play along. "more than I'd like to admit."

you can feel him looking at you with that stupidly brilliant smile and it's really setting you off-kilter. someone shouldn't be that attractive; it's not fair. and yet you want desperately to stare, if purely for the sake of aesthetic enjoyment.

"I'm Matthew." he extends his hand, which is decorated with a series of rings. you realize that you don't even know his name.

"Y/N." you shake. his fingers are softer than you expected.

"nice to meet you, Y/N."

"and under such fortuitous circumstances." the corners of your mouth turn up as you relax a little.

he laughs at your words, the delightful ring of it interrupted by a new Americano showing up on the counter. he glances at the to-go cup, then at you, then goes to get his drink. you wish you knew what he was thinking, but he's not displaying anything past friendliness.

"well, um." something like disappointment settles in your stomach as you recognize this will be the last of your interaction. there's no reason for him to stick around, and you need to get back home to work, anyway.

"I'll let you get back to your day." Matthew doesn't seem nervous, just unsure as he grips the coffee in his hand. you open and close your mouth like something impressive enough to keep him here will come out. you know it won't.

and then you remember the state of affairs, the existence of your useless car and the useless phone in the front seat, how you're going to have to call Triple A and then your roommate to come get you.

Matthew realizes that you aren't going to say anything and he gives you one last smile and an awkward wave before turning to go. you watch in silence as he crosses the room to the door. two more seconds until he's out of your life forever. so of course you choose this exact moment to speak.

"wait."

his head jerks suddenly to look at you. this is embarrassing, but you have nothing to lose.

"can I... borrow your phone?"

Matthew tilts his head to the side slightly, frowning as though deeply confused. and you suppose it is a strange thing to ask, especially given that you're a younger person and most people your age carry their phones everywhere. "sure." he walks back over to you, pulling his cell out of his pocket.

"I just--" you fumble with the device while you decide how to phrase it without sounding like a pathetic mess. "my car keeps breaking down and my phone battery is, like, totally fucked, so it just turns off and on constantly and it’s still in my car but it’s raining and I just wanna see if it’s back on so I can call my roommate." you immediately cringe at yourself. the rambling isn’t cute.

he’s not too bothered by your panicking, though, his mouth only forming an O shape. "it’s no problem."

you dial your number, fingers trembling while he waits. he's turned his eyes to the rest of the coffee shop, but it still makes you nervous that he's standing right there. you put the cell to your ear and pray that it rings out.

you’re greeted by the sound of your own voice telling you to leave a message. great. with a frustrated sigh, you hang up and Matthew gives you an inquisitive expression.

“it’s still off,” you explain. “I’m gonna call my roommate.”

he nods and shoves his hands into his pockets while you punch in the other number. for a split second, you peek his way and admire his side profile. he really is something to behold; a model, maybe.

"hello?" good thing Cecilia has no problem answering unknown numbers. you bite your lip.

"hey, it's me."

"Y/N? whose phone are you using?"

"uh, someone I just met--" you frown as you try to find a way to describe him without something as insulting as a random guy. "anyway, my car broke down so I was wondering if you could pick me up."

there's a pause on the other end of the line, like the movement of sheets and the slightly disappointed groan of another person. she probably has her boyfriend over again. "sure, of course. where are you?"

you give her the address and hang up before dialing the car repair company. Matthew gestures to a table off to the side so that you two don't need to stand, and then you sit down across from him. you're so distracted by the person on the other end of the line that you don't even think about it.

Matthew twists his rings on his fingers. he's fidgety and it's sort of cute. you try not to stare at his hands, at the black spot of ink on the outside of his pinky. either he writes a lot or he's an artist. you have to focus on the table in order to keep from blushing.

finally, you finish up with the phone and hand it back to him. "you're a life saver."

"do you want me to wait with you until your friend gets here?" he gestures out the window. your immediate reaction is to say yes. it'll be awkward to sit here alone without your phone, without coffee. but you don't want to keep him any longer than you already have.

"it's okay, I'm sure you have places to be." you smile accommodatingly. he chooses his next words carefully, it seems.

"I don't, really. but I'll leave you alone if that's what you want, too." the way he speaks, offering his company without trying to impose... something about it makes your heart melt a bit. you appreciate his thoughtfulness. it makes you want to know more.

"okay," you nod as you make your decision. "if you wanna stay. it shouldn't be too long."

"great," he settles back into his chair, the light from the café lights above you reflecting off the lenses of his glasses. "why does your car keep breaking down?"

you exhale sharply at the thought. "that's a really good question, because I don't know the answer. it's super old and I'm too broke to afford a new one."

he nods.

Matthew's mind turns to different avenues at this knowledge. he knows you're young and that usually means that there isn't a lot of spare income. and he doesn't know if you have a job. but what he does know is that you've got an energy about you-- a sweet, well-intentioned manner that draws him in. every once in a while throughout the conversation, you throw out certain phrases that hint at a quick-witted intelligence.

you're funny, but not boldly so. and when you two get on the topic of how you ended up rain-soaked, shoving your way into a Los Angeles café, you tell him about your day.

"--and I have this shitty job right now working for one of my old professor's friends, so it's not like I can afford to constantly repair the damages. all my money is going towards my savings so I can pay for grad school, anyway." you sigh. he listens intently to your words, and he never shies away from eye contact. every time he nods along, you practically feel your heart leap.

"what do you do?" he asks.

"I write for a wellness magazine, but I'm sort of a fraud." you joke.

he laughs. "why's that?"

"I don't know, a lot of it is about different yoga methods and meditation, stuff like that-- but I don't do any of that in my daily life." you admit. it should be embarrassing, but you don't feel ashamed of the fact. he seems to find it funny.

"working your way toward a different kind of job, then?"

"I'm hoping for a more editorial role, honestly, but..." you lift your eyes to his. they're bright, he notices; full of a deep-rooted hope. "gotta start somewhere, right?"

"very true." Matthew wants to tell you just how much he understands, about the roles as an actor he's taken and the hours he spent making films in college, just hoping that one day he'd be able to make things on his own, but he doesn't want to scare you away or sound like he's bragging. it's not your fault you don't know who he is.

"sorry," you speak through a silence he doesn't realize he's left between you two. "I've talked your ear off and you don't even really know me. what do you do?"

"oh--" Matthew actually blushes this time. you see the pink creeping up his neck. "I'm an actor."

in the same way they did when you ran into him, your eyes widen. "an actor?"

"yeah," he smiles at the expression on your face. "you know that show, Criminal Minds?"

the name is familiar, but you've never seen an episode. "yeah, of course."

"I'm in that."

you don't know a lot about the program, but you've heard it talked about and you know that it's a popular show. so this guy is an actual actor, not just some LA wannabe. that makes him about five times more intimidating. you feel even more idiotic for not seeing it before.

"oh, shit," the words tumble out. Matthew grins at the bluntness of your reaction, and you scramble to recover. "sorry I didn't know who you are."

"no worries!" he laughs it off. "it's not a big deal."

"do you like it?" you ask. "being famous, I mean."

he shifts in his seat for a second as he makes a face like he doesn't know how to answer. you wonder if there's something deeper to him that you just haven't seen, yet. secret feelings about the subject. "I'm really not very famous, but I love the work."

genuinely humble. you can see it in his face, the sparkle in his eyes. and maybe he's just charming and you're just a girl blinded by his attractiveness, but your gut tells you that he's being real.

this time, you're the one who falls silent. admittedly, you get a little in your head sometimes. and it makes sense, now, the smoothness of his behavior and the sheer beauty of his face. this is a show business city-- of course he's famous.

Matthew's phone rings and he jumps, as if jolted from a dream. your attention moves immediately to the screen and you recognize Cecilia's number. he pushes the device over to you.

"hello?" your voice sounds far away.

"hey, I'm here. where are you?" she says.

"I'm just inside the café."

"oh, okay, I'll park and come in--" you hear the click of a seatbelt and start to panic. she can't see you in here with him.

"no!" you say too loudly. Matthew's head jerks up to frown at you.

"why not?" Cecilia asks, confused.

"no reason," god, you're a bad liar. "I'll come out and we can wait for the Triple A person in your car." you and Matthew make eye contact again. he gives you an understanding smile. your stomach flips.

"sounds good." she hangs up and you grab your umbrella. time to go.

"thanks for letting me use your phone." you stand, not really wanting to say goodbye but also lacking a reason to stay. he remains in his spot, seemingly now settled into this little corner of the café. it sort of suits him, this place. all cozy and slightly strange.

“happy to help.” you notice the tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip as if deliberating whether or not to say anything further. but he doesn’t and you feel awkward just standing there by the table.

“I’ll, uh…” you could ask for his number. but that would be weird, right? he doesn’t really seem to have an interest, anyway. “I’ll see you around, then.”

“yeah. it was nice to meet you, Y/N.” he gives one more of those killer smiles and you turn around, almost bumping into a display of coffee beans before correcting yourself and heading back outside.

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[solarsleepless]

Hello good sir.

Please rant to me about avian hybrid/ Lion hybrid/ enderman hybrid c!Niki headcanons and au's. I NEED MORE of your c!niki banter cs I have already read your fics 3times over and over again.

SHJHJSHJSHJSHJSH GIVE ME GENDER EUPHORIA AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

i'll give some hcs for each

Avian Niki

niki is either a crow hybrid or an angel hybrid. on one hand crow niki is funny to me on the other hand badass angel

her feathers, ironically, stay white during her 'villain' arc because yaknow symbolism

when she was going out with puffy, she'd let puffy preen them

because she was the only other winged hybrid, quackity trusted her to preen his own wings

in return he preened hers while she was in jail

she used to fly with puffy because love <3

during her isolation arc, she takes out feathers as an unhealthy coping mechanism, reasoning to herself that there's no need to preen if she doesn't have any feathers left (yes it's morbid)

eventually tho she just. doesnt even wear clothes for her wings

she just hides them underneath, which is of course VERY uncomfortable

they get worse and worse and ache more and more and she wants to fly so badly but she can't unless she preens them and she can't because she just can't!

when she joins the syndicate, the first thing phil says during their second meeting is: "hey niki didn't you have wings? what happened to them?"

his voice is tinged with sympathy; he knows what it's like to not be able to fly

she freezes, just stops moving, then starts to cry

phil is worried he's done something wrong, but then she reveals that she's kept her wings hidden under wil's coat and cloak all that time (note the symbolism)

he immediately is like "what the FUCK" when he sees them because there are feathers falling when it's not even shedding season yet?? also there are a few in places they shouldn't be at all? there are some fucking missing?????

long story short it takes multiple hours to get them back in place

niki passes out during it because it's been so long since she hasn't been in constant pain

when she wakes up, phil insists on keeping her there to preen her wings

also the syndicate has a long discussion about what happened and they promise each other and themselves to help her get better

Lion Hybrid Niki

she purrs end tweet

no but seriously this girl will purr to end and back

she purrs louder than ranboo which is SAYING something

she loves the scritchy scratches behind the ears. like REALLY loves 'em. she'll just- once you give her scritches she just. surrenders and leans into it. her purring sounds like a fucking jet plane when she gets the scritchies

she can roar, she only uses it to intimidate people tho

her self-worth is just. deeper than bedrock. she has no self-worth

she and puffy are working on it but she still... needs help

sometimes she gets phantom pain from her declawed fingers. she's found out it hurts less when she massages it, but she can't actually reach it, so she asks puffy to do it, and puffy can't help but feel guilty each time she sees the stumps

also niki hates getting her nails trimmed. like HATES it. even if she doesn't want them growing as long as they did before, the idea of something sharp near her fingers after what happened just makes her blanch

eventually tho she does have to do it

she hugs puffy while ant cuts her nails, and puffy whispers sweet, reassuring comments to her.

like

"you're doing so good. i'm so proud of you" and "we're almost there. you okay? we're gonna get through this."

sometimes tho niki just.. can't handle it. but she doesn't want to disappoint puffy either so she tries to just get through it anyways.

puffy notices her discomfort and asks her if she wants to stop. niki hesitates before nodding.

"niki, you being comfortable is so much more important than this. we can do it tomorrow, okay?"

Enderman Hybrid Niki

makes littol enderman noises. sometimes when she's stressed, sometimes just idly, sometimes when she's happy!

she has a tail because how can i not give her one

also she has pawsies and hands like magpiebur by @/nightferns (BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY THEY DRAW WILBUR'S PAWWWS)

can withstand water a little better than ranboo, being more human than him

it still burns though

she just has higher pain tolerance lul

also can touch snow unlike ranboo because she's half human, half enderman

her ears and tail twitch whenever she's anxious

didn't really like eye contact, and the l'manbergians respected that (esp eret who didnt like people staring at their eyes either) until schlatt came along and basically forced it, so she kinda forced herself to do it from then on

unlike ranboo however, she doesnt go into enderwalk. she actually hasn't got an enderwalk because ranboo got it from nervous habit and it 'evolved' from there (my hc anyway), she instead literally gets hurt

like it hurts her to make eye contact

ranboo sees that she makes eye contact despite being an enderman hybrid and is like: "...HOW???"

she's just like "oh i force myself to do it lul. cause everyone expects me to anyways. it hurts after a while but its fine"

he just goes completely silent after that, then tells phil and techno at the syndicate meeting (while niki is admiring steve) not to hold eye contact w/niki because it hurts her

techno: "HEHH??? she seemed fine when i visited her!!" ranboo: "yeah she's been hiding it this whole time because society expects her to do it." techno, an adhd fella: "..phil where are the adoption papers-"

niki's confused by the end. why did nobody look at her? why did nobody maintain eye contact with her??? did they not like her?

but at the end phil explains that they thought that because she was an enderman hybrid she wouldn't like it (they're lying to not throw ranboo under the bus)

niki just stares, then starts to cry because holy Shit they are so nice

"nIKI NO YOU'RE BURNING-"

used to bite her tail as a way of self-harm. techno was VERY concerned when he saw the bite marks, but niki just lied and said that it was a dog attack

he knows for a fact it wasn't a dog because he's been bitten and his furniture has bites and it didnt look like that

more like that One Time when Ranboo bit him while he was in his enderwalk state

cue him connecting the dots and being like "...WAIT"

niki also really likes blocks. like we all know her city is weird in some parts because it's built with different blocks, signifying niki's jumbled up mind while planning to kill tommy. but in the enderman hybrid niki hc, its also partly because blocks feel nice and she wanted to feel different ones

her tail curls around the legs of people she likes. so far, it's gone around: wilbur, tommy n tubbo (those two specifically during pogtopia), fundy, eret, puffy and the rest of the syndicate

whenever puffy made her flustered she'd blush either green or pink. no inbetween. puffy was very confused and thought niki was disgusted by her at first and was all :(( before niki explained her wack biology

that's all i got for now im afraid!

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 4

Will

Cult girl attends her grandmother's funeral and is approached with a highly unorthodox last will and testament.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: emotional manipulation and abuse, verbal abuse, death, slight emetophobia, body-shaming, ED mention, pregnancy and family planning

There was no use recounting anything from the leading up to the funeral. You spent that first night wine-drunk, munching on foie gras, watching Arrested Development and diagnosing each character to the best of your psychological abilities. You remembered cry-laughing at the same jokes you had memorized, and reminiscing on all the insane shit your own personal Lucille Bluth pulled on you. That was the highlight of the week. It was all downhill from there. 

Firstly, you were sick. That Sunday, you wrote it off as a hangover. Then, the hangover returned with a vengeance, just to add salt to the already open wound of having to pretend to mourn your abusive grandmother. At least the physical pain would give your acting an air of sincerity, you thought. 

Hannibal dressed in a solid black tux: it was almost uncanny to see him outside of any of his normal checkered suits. You selected a plain black dress and a strand of pearls.

The funeral was to be held at the same country club Anna’s wedding was held. Your grandmother was like a pharaoh, insisting that the empire she built know that even in death, she reigned supreme. The country club was her pyramid. 

Anna asked if you wanted to say a few words. As much as you wanted to get up and tell all her country club friends about the time she reported you as an abducted child at age twenty-two when you refused to leave your boyfriend and move back in with her, you knew that it wasn’t in good taste. You racked your brain for any story that could be considered remotely funeral-appropriate, but none came to mind. 

You spent the entire funeral trying not to roll your eyes too obviously at the stories of abuse her country club friends somehow remembered fondly. Your soul just left your body throughout the entire process and you were unsure if it would ever return. 

All things considered, it could have gone much worse. Then, it did. 

The beginning of the end was when your grandmother’s estate lawyer pulled you and Anna aside to conduct the reading of the will. He showed you to a side room, then excused himself before closing the door behind him. 

“Hello, [F/N].” Liam greeted, trying to cut through the awkward silence that came with first seeing each other after four straight years. “I’m very sorry about your gran. She was a great woman.” 

You gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thanks, Lee. I appreciate it.” 

“No she doesn’t.” Anna muttered. “And it’s Liam.” 

“I don’t mind ‘Lee’.” Liam contested. “My mum called me Lee. I actually quite like it.” 

Anna was in one of her ‘I’m so upset, please ask me why’ moods. She sat on one of the heavy armchairs with her legs crossed and eyes to the wall. You weren’t going to bite. 

Liam wasn’t so cautious. “Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” She pouted, not even dignifying her husband with a look. “I just think it’s interesting that I put the funeral together all by myself and someone couldn’t even be bothered to speak.” 

You shot Liam a look that said ‘way to go, jackass’. 

“Yeah,” You said, sitting down in an adjacent armchair. “That must suck.” 

Anna glared at you. “You really have nothing to say? Really?” 

You tensed up. “Let’s see, which charming anecdote would you have me tell? How about that time when she made you wear a fat suit for an hour after you complained about how the low-carb ice cream tasted like chemicals?” 

Liam looked in shock at his wife. “Did she really?” 

“Once.” Anna confessed, holding up one finger. 

You turned to Liam, as if you were sharing some hot gossip. “That was all it took to give her an eating disorder when she was thirteen.” 

Hannibal was just a fly on the wall. Anna noticed his lack of reaction. 

“And I bet Hannibal knows all about this, huh?” Anna said, throwing her hand in his direction. “Because he just needs to hear all of our private family business, right?” 

You stood up from your seat. “First of all, I take offense at the implication that my fiancée isn’t family.” 

An evil smile spread on Anna’s face. “But he wasn’t always your fiancé, was he, [F/N]?” 

“Holy shit, you cracked the code.” You said, flatly. “There was a point in time when Hannibal and I weren’t an item. Real shocker, that one.” 

“You know what I mean.” She sneered, then approached Hannibal. “Dr. Lecter, is it true that before you and [F/N] became romantically involved, you were her therapist?” 

Liam looked scandalized. Hannibal was just as put-together as always. 

“That is true.” He said, feeling no shame whatsoever. 

Anna turned back to you. “Now don’t you think that’s just a smidge unethical? For a therapist to date their much younger patient?” 

You narrowed your eyes. You carried yourself with the lightness of a woman who finally had the moral high ground. “So you want to talk about what’s ethical, huh? I suppose that means you’ve told Liam about pineapple.”

All the blood drained from her face. You crossed your arms and held your head up a little higher. 

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned. 

“Look, could we just pretend to be a normal, functioning family for ten minutes?” Anna pleaded, as if there were anyone other than herself to blame for provoking an argument.

“That’s on you two.” Liam, rightfully, pointed out. He gestured to himself and then to Hannibal. “Neither of us have said anything.” 

The estate lawyer must have gotten his juris doctorate alongside a master's in impeccable fucking timing, because that was when he decided to make his entrance.

"I'm sorry for the wait, everyone." He announced. "And I'm sorry for having to pull you aside in your hour of mourning. Usually the last will and testament is handled through email to the beneficiaries, but your grandmother was quite adamant it be approached this way."

"That definitely sounds like her." You said, exchanging glances with Hannibal. You'd talked about this for what felt like hours the week prior. She was going to pull some last-minute bullshit to humiliate you from beyond the grave. Give all the inheritance to Anna and leave a snide comment about you in a legal document. You knew it was coming. All you could hope was for it to be quick.

The lawyer pulled an envelope from his briefcase. "She specifically asked for her two living grandchildren and their significant others to be present."

"Did she say it like that?" Anna raised an eyebrow. "Or was it more like, 'Anna and her husband, and [F/N] and her therapist'?"

"Mrs. Young," Hannibal said, taking your hand. "Until you tell your husband about pineapple, you aren't allowed to judge us."

Anna glared at you. "What the hell? He knows, too?!"

"Yeah." You answered. "I tell him everything."

"Okay, who or what is pineapple?" Liam interjected. "And why do I get the feeling I'm the only one not in the know, here?"

"That's cause you are." You confirmed. "And you have your lovely wife to thank for that."

"Everyone!" The lawyer called out. Clearly, he'd seen his share of dysfunctional families. "Please, let me just read the will and you can continue arguing afterwards."

"Y'know what? Fair enough." You said, crossing your legs. "Let's rip off this band-aid, shall we?"

The lawyer opened the envelope and produced a single page. He cleared his throat.

"I, Beatrice [L/N], being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all my worldly possessions-" He began reading the long first sentence. "Including but not limited to, a collective sum of $45 million, the family home and my shares of the country club, to the first of my granddaughters to give birth."

You expected nothing. You expected something. But you never could have expected this.

"Can you please read that last part again?" You asked, unsure if what you heard was the result of a stroke.

"The entire inheritance goes to the first one of you to have a baby." The lawyer clarified, trying to make it sound like a reasonable arrangement.

"That makes sense." Anna said, nodding.

You looked at her, dumbfounded. "How in the fuck on fire does that make sense to you?"

"Well, the money would be going to a good cause." She rationalized. "To raise the baby, right?"

You shook your head. "No, this is insane. Grandma has always had this weird obsession with bloodlines, and now she's trying to incentivize us to carry it out."

"What happens if neither of us can, y'know?" Anna asked.

The lawyer pushed his glasses up his nose. "If neither granddaughter is willing to produce a child, the entire inheritance will go to the Eagle Forum, so my ungrateful grandchildren can learn about family values."

"She hated the Eagle Forum!" Anna objected. "She wouldn't dare."

"She absolutely would." You pressed your fingers into your forehead. "That's upper-class white moderates for you. And she doesn't have to be around to see when they name a fucking wing after her."

"The Beatrice [L/N] center for denying women bodily autonomy." Hannibal said. "It's quite fitting."

"[F/N], we can't let that happen." Anna pleaded. "We can't let Eagle Forum get a penny of that money."

"Why the hell not?" You said. Though on principle, you agreed, you knew this was just another one of your grandmother's power grabs. At the end of the day, she chose to leave her money to the Eagle Forum. And it would be her name on that check, not yours.

"Oh my god, you actually hate babies more than you hate conservatives." Anna stood with her mouth agape.

"Don't put words in my mouth." You snapped. "I don't hate babies. I hate grandma for trying to threaten me into having one. I hate grandma for pinning us against each other and making sure it stays that way."

"What do you have against giving me a little niece or nephew, huh?" Anna folded her arms.

"I'm fucking done." You said, throwing up your hands. "This will be the last you ever see of me."

Of course, that's what you said the last time.

[valleydean]

Have you rewatched Season 4 episode On the head of a pin recently? I'd love to read your commentary about how THAT hits now. Cause WOW.

i haven’t watched it recently but it doesn’t matter because that episode is literally playing inside my head and heart at all times anyway, so i’m pretty confident in my ability to speak on just how different it hits.

let me start with the fact that, in the beginning of the episode, uriel barely lets cas get a word in edgewise. like, in “it’s the great pumpkin sam winchester” i’m constantly obsessed with the idea of the angels being like “holy shit, castiel has been in the same room with dean winchester for a total of 5 minutes and he’s already head over heels. instead of lobotomizing him again, let’s see if we just nip this in the bud.” so they literally sent uriel to supervise him. not even supervise. they sent uriel to babysit castiel. now, i went to catholic school and at dances the teaches always told us to “leave room for jesus” while slow dancing. uriel literally was the “leave room for jesus” equivalent for dean and cas. so uriel’s “and wE DON’T CARE” at the beginning of on the head of a pin really does send. A++, really.

but moving on. obviously, all of cas’ lines in that episode are just like... they changed the game. “i’m considering disobedience,” “for the first time, i feel...” and his anger when anna suggests she and him are the same. even cas’ line of “i’d give anything for you to not have to do this” (which ABSOLUTELY hits different). like, these are lines that just.... altered the entire course of the show. without this episode, this show would be totally different. it’s pivotal and cas’ journey in it is pivotal. but now, looking back on it, we get the added layer of - ok cas was feeling this way because of dean. like, yes, we knew that all along of course, but there’s also the argument of - cas was doing it because it was the right thing to do/dean taught him what was right and wrong. and those things are true, too, of course.

but the line that really matters is “for the first time, i feel...” and i’m usually of the mindset of “it doesn’t matter what cas is feeling. what matters is that he’s feel ANYTHING AT ALL.” but it just so happens that what cas was feeling, his very first emotion, was OVERWHELMING ROMANTIC LOVE. and the guilt on his face when he lets himself trail off, and anna’s “it gets worse,” followed by cas just like - closing his eyes and looking away in complete forlorn resignation. my heart is beating so fast rn.

and then of course before dean goes in to torture alastair, when he just wants to talk to cas alone.... like can you IMAGINE what was going on in cas’ head. like when cas told him “you’re different” and “I was getting too close to the humans in my charge... you.” like, this angel was in LOVE. and to even have the capacity to think “dean also thinks i’m different because he doesn’t trust uriel or the other angels but he trusts me.” this is not something i know how to put into words.

and then their conversation at the end... it really is the second time in the show where like - a really human moment passes between dean and cas (the first being in “it’s the great pumpkin” at the park). like, it’s one of those scenes that makes the audience go “there’s something forming here. i’m routing for these two to figure it out.” and it’s a moment of dean letting his guard down and being will to cry in front of cas and be vulnerable in ways that he doesn’t really show other people, not even sam to an extent. and i’m just imagining the pain and struggle in cas being like “i want to lift this burden from this man but i don’t know how or why.” and the “how” ended up being by rebelling against heaven. and the “why”? well.... 12 years later, here’s our answer.

like look, i don’t want to take away from the fact that cas’ journey has been nuanced and fascinating. i do believe he rebelled because he truly felt it was the right thing to do. because he loved humanity and god’s creations. and yes, because of free will. i’m not being like “AH IT WAS ALL FOR DEAN!!!!!!!” but dean was the catalyst. that cannot be argued now. the catalyst for cas realizing right from wrong, the catalyst for cas discovering his own free will and his own agency...... it was love. that’s the root cause of it, the very heart of the matter. it was love.

i saw a post recently that was like “the message of spn is that love is the only holy thing.” and i think, going back now, knowing what we know without a shadow of a doubt, and rewatching on the head of a pin.... that point has never been clearer than in that episode. it’s masterful, it really is. it really is much to think about.

[nuclearnerves]

INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉  skz with pregnant!reader 

bangchan x reader | first part of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & a tinge of angst

↬ warnings; pregnancy, birth, talk of vomiting, and lots of cursin

↬ notes; fuck i love bangchan sm and im excited dis the first part of daddy!skz o whateva

from the moment he knew, he honestly was scared at first and just wanted to pretend like he wasn’t going to be a father

he needed time to evaluate it all, he was honestly confused and scared, he was nervous and doubtful of his parenting skills and providing eighteen years + many years after for his child

u were nervousssss as helllllllllllllll to tell him what was up

“well, i’m- y’know- baby?” you tried to get out, ur words were hella scrambled and he was confused before he came to the realization of what you meant 

silence which is vv concerning 

u knew this was a shot in the dark sorta, u two weren’t even public on the relationship let alone public about a pregnancy?

u guys ended up taking a break for about a month, really not knowing what to say to each-other

u two were afraid, which was normal, u just rly didn’t expect it from chan of all people to walk away from u

anybody else u could expect,, but this?? this was unlike him & u were more scared by that

he wound up at your place, box in hands

(u were kinda at ur breaking point bc u thought he was returning ur things)

(newsflash it was his stuff)

“i’m sorry, i just— being a father? being a parent, i don’t.. i don’t know anything about it, but nobody does when they become one. so, i’m gonna figure it out with you.”

going through the first sonograms w him & crying a lot while u two talked about the future

ur hormones r going to be the death of chan

u are 0-100 holy mooolyy

hes very careful with his choice of words and how he delivers them, not wanting to upset you

chans first present for the baby is a kangaroo, with a matching little joey 🥺

he also is surprisingly a very big fan of kanga from winnie the pooh, which he buys winnie the pooh stuff for the baby JSJSJSJSJJS just bc kanga & roo remind him of u n the baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (i rly need to stop)

u were a lil big, having a cute big bump to pair with ur pregnancy, the inevitable announcement was needed to happen if u were ever going to step outside again

chan rly didnt want to announce it bc he didnt know what peoples reactions would be :(

he knew he was only twenty-seven so some people might think it was a bit too early to have kids, but he thought it was perfect the way it was

u guys hid it until u couldn’t, sparking little rumors of ur pregnancy but u both decided not to confirm them

chan obsessing and literally worshipping you in your third trimester

u in his shirts? he was fuckin over

kisses and cuddling all the time, no matter how tired u were or he was, u two would either fall asleep while doing so or lay there for awhile before u were like

“ok i gotta pee, help me up!!”

no but frfr this baby was torturing u the last stretch of ur pregnancy

it seemed that anything u ate either made u throw up or gave u heartburn

ur stretchmarks were getting worse & it seemed like u were getting bigger everyday

u were very insecure the last months, just cause a lot of comments were talking about a bit of weight gain in ur face, which fuck,, u would never be hurt by some comments but with ur hormones and KNOWING u have put on weight, u rly didn’t feel the same

ofc chan knows whats up and hes there to tell u some r e a l s h i t

“okay, yes. you have put on weight, but you’re pregnant. that’s the good thing about it, you’re healthy okay? whether you had a small bump and no extra weight put on or a big bump and extra weight put on, you are carrying a baby. you can lose the weight when it’s over, right? you don’t need to feel this way, okay? i’m the only one who you should listen to about your appearance, i’m here to tell you the truth. you are beautiful. you are the morher of my child, that’s what you are. you’re not ugly, or fat, you’re not anything bullshit that people say to you.”

when u started crying, chan panicked

“nononononoono, don’t cry baby!”

his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, feeling your face pressed against his shoulder and your arms around his neck

“i love you.” u would be rly quiet and his heart would break at the sound but ur i love you, he just— it was so real and he’d never felt like this before

“love u too.” he’d say that shit so proudly and kiss the TOP OF UR HEAD SO SOFTLY 🥺🥺🥺

when u finally went into labor, u were like wow this hurts a F U CK TOO NNN

u woke up to the bedsheets soaked underneath u, pins n needles were all u could feel

u kinda sat there for ten minutes, scaring urself n making urself nervous when u started doubting yourself and feeling the pain become stronger

ur hands were s hh aa kkyy

u would tap chan so softly and feel a little frustrated he didnt wake up but like how tf was he supposed to feel that 😳

u kinda started crying now because u were STRESSED and him not waking up (no shit ur little tap wasnt gonna work but) it felt like he was gonna sleep forever

so ur hands pressed on chan’s shoulders, shaking them a little bit and letting out a,

“chris?” which ur voice was quiet as hell, shaky as hell, and wavering as you whispered to him

him opening his eyes to see your teary ones n hes just so sad that his heart drops 🥺

he never wakes up quicker though and hes sitting up fast as fuck

“what? what’s wrong?”

ur literally sobbing and hes freaked out by this because u have never cried like this

he kinda just wants to go back to bed since ur just crying but he knows smth is probably wrong because ur SOBBING so

“my water broke.”

now its his turn to be nervous cause fuck he is feeling so unprepared

he said fuck shoes on u, slipping u into his own clothes and helping u into the car so u two could go

did i forget to mention the hospital was an hour away 😳

he wants to pull over hearing u whine n grip his hand, noticing ur quietness and ur little mumbles everytime u rest ur head back after a contraction

he doesn’t give a fuck, he will carry u into the hospital and then put u in a wheelchair from the entrance so u don’t have to walk

u have a feeling maybe hes more nervous than u but atm ur fuckin close to losing it over the pain

u two are settled into a room, epidural done and just trying to make u comfortable now

u were seven centimeters which u still had to wait but u both knew u were close to meeting ur baby

when u are at ten centimeters though, chan is just a ball of tears and he’s just so proud of you

your hand was in his the whole time, chan’s lips near ur ear and he’s just whispering for u to concentrate on him and how much u wanna meet the baby

“i—i can’t do it!” 🥺🥺

you were honestly so drained and ur forehead was laced with sweat, ur hands sweaty and shaking in his own from being nervous and slowly becoming weaker as u put ur strength into pushing

“baby, you are probably what? three pushes, maybe you can cut it to one and a half. alright? you can do this baby, we’re so close to meeting our baby.”

that’s all u needed n chan knew it

surprise surprise,, chan was right about one and a half

“it’s a boy!!” which chan would press his lips to yours so quickly, u two crying and letting out watery laughs as your baby boy cried 🥺

he hasn’t felt this much pride and love since debut or releasing an album or tour, he couldn’t express how gifted he was to have deserved the gift of being a father

ofc they introduce you both to kangaroo care, chan so ready to take off his shirt and feel his baby boy’s skin against his own warm skin and he did so

then it was ur turn to hold him the same way, chan asking u if he could pull down ur gown so u could hold him like he did

that was the picture he needed, snapping it and getting you holding the baby against your naked (ofc ur gown was covering ur breasts) chest, your son sleeping soundly with his hands pressed against you

u two were parents now, u both had learned about pregnancy together and now u two were going to explore parenthood together

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[brandstifter-sys]

Sonnets

Word Count: 2144 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety with some Creativitwins

Rating: T+

Warnings: Sexual themes, brotherly angst, talk of death

Roman finds a journal and assumes it’s Remus’ but when Remus says it’s not his Roman leaves him with it, so he has some time to read. Little does he know what will come from perusing that book.

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Remus was chaos, he didn't bend to anyone else's rules unless he wanted to. Almost nothing was off the table for him—gore, violence, monsters, pain—but he had limits. Don't steal Janus' hat when he isn't holding or wearing it, because an angry Janus meant silence, or worse being silenced and alone. Never ever get too gross with Patton, because he will scream and cry and flash those hideous puppy dog eyes! Stay at least 6 feet away from Logan or suffer through a lecture on how little influence the duke held. Never let Roman hurt himself so bad he can't heal. And never ever read Virgil's diaries. 

Remus was happily throwing shurikens at a large canvas with paint balloons, having fun despite only hitting the ones filled with red. It was just a little annoying to only have one color on a solid white background, and even more annoying when it was Roman's colors staring at him. Roman hadn't been much of a good brother in the past few years, and it stung to think about how they drifted apart. How almost everyone ran from him to Roman. It hurt to be so lonely. 

"Greetings, Your Disgrace!" Roman said as he entered the castle atrium suddenly. Remus threw another star that lodged itself in the canvas with a splash and a thump, and grinned manically at the unsettled prince. 

"Well if it isn't MacBetty himself!" Remus said and cracked his neck sharply, "What hell did I probably unleash on you today?" 

"Don't flatter yourself," Roman scoffed and held up a black journal with sparkling green trim, "You left this in the common area." 

"Did I?" he asked and righted his head with a sickening pop. He was as bad as Roman about collecting cool journals and never filling them, so it could be his, even if he didn't recognize it. Roman handed it to him and crossed his arms. 

"It would appear so. If Logan yells at me for leaving my notes lying about, he will certainly yell at me for yours." 

Remus hummed softly and ran his fingers over the cover, ignoring the jab. The trim pricked his fingers as they glided over it. It was a nice journal, but definitely not something he conjured up. He supposed it might have been a gift, but that would mean someone made something for him—someone other than Janus, and maybe just one other side, but he remembered every gift Virgil ever gave him.

"He likes to yell. Are you sure this is mine?" he questioned, still learning the rise and fall of the trim.

"I assumed, considering the design. I don't like to open other people's journals," Roman answered. Remus knew he was scared of leafing through it, probably expecting some security monster popping out the second he opened it. He didn't blame him for that one, but it stung nonetheless.

"Me neither, but now I'm curious!" Remus laughed and opened to a random page. It was all hand-written poetry. Interesting!

"It's a poetry book! Wanna hear one? It could be a hint!" Remus wiggled his eyebrows. Roman let out a short sigh but went tense. 

"I have other things to do. I came to drop off the book and now I must depart. Farewell." Roman bowed and sank out with flourish. He left far too quickly for comfort.

"Love you too, nice seeing you again, don't be a stranger," Remus pouted and went back to his room, too bummed to paint anymore. 

  He rose up and flopped on his bed with the journal open. Some angsty poetry might make him feel better. He got comfy and let his eyes traverse the page

My mouth is dry Sugary sweet and kind Choking me with my own tongue Out of everything, that saccharine isn't a lie

Remus pursed his lips. That one was really short, and with the talk of lies, he had to wonder. Was this actually Roman's? Did he want to share this with him covertly? Remus bit back a squeal at the thought and kept reading with some hope. 

Lost in translation Obstinate and selfish Get over yourself Avoidance builds pressure Never any quiet when you snap

Remus giggled, knowing exactly who that one was about! Someone pissed the author off! And he knew that that person pissed Roman off a lot! He turned the page, expecting to learn more about this author, believing they could be his brother wanting to reconnect. He was a little surprised to find a skull doodled in the corner but brushed it off.

I want to pull him from the shadows and into my heart Will he see me? Will he disappear if I reach for his hand? Am I blind and staggering in desperation? Someone like him would be better without me Someone like him deserves someone better No star deserves to succumb to a black hole

That one hurt. Remus wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He knew that feeling all too well. The one side who made him want to obey, the side that made his heart flutter like the bats in his tummy—that side was his best friend and then he left. He missed his partner in crime and he wished that Virgil would come back, just for a visit, and spend time with him again. But that wasn't happening and he had a whole book to read about an author he could really connect with, Roman or not.

He went through several poems that were angsty and angry, full of self-loathing. With each piece he read, the more he doubted it was Roman. The language wasn't formal enough and it didn't match his style at all! It was good stuff, most of it, and Remus kind of hoped the real author would be willing to collaborate with him. He liked this guy.

Like the sun overhead, you're on fire The big man has a little golden boy Pompous and cruel with haughty desire Which one of us are you gonna destroy?

Darkness and shadow that cannot be lit Overshadowing you to make it stop Use that hubris to land another hit I'll keep fighting until the curtains drop

You think you're Hercules when you're so weak Rise like a phoenix Icarus, just try  Maybe you'll learn what it means to be meek Until that day you won't see me cry

I will rain on your parade every damn time Stopping stupidity is my worst crime

Okay so that one threw him for a loop. It would take a few minutes to piece it together. Remus decided that he could assume it was about Roman this time. Princey loved the classics and he had a pet phoenix. This author had some beef with him! Remus hoped for more anger at Roman with the next poem, because he certainly had enough pent up with the snobby, best-friend stealing, always got the spotlight prince. He didn’t get that catharsis, he got more than he bargained for.

I find comfort in breathing in his scent Even if his hands are mine for tonight If he asks, I don't know where his clothes went What I'm doing is wrong but it feels right

If I close my eyes I can taste his kiss A dream in a nightmare clouding my mind Hearing my name on his lips would be bliss To pin him down, our fingers intertwined

I long to stare into piercing jade pools So he thinks of me while I stake my claim I want him to never want to let go I always thought that love was just for fools But on his green sash, love, or something, came I almost regret that he'll never know

This was definitely not a book the author wanted to share. Remus was pretty sure that his face was going to melt off. Now he really wanted to figure out who wrote these! Someone actually liked him like that at some point! It definitely wasn't Princey in that poem—Remus still had the sash mentioned! He was just the tiniest bit turned on, but most of his hype went into his famous wiggles.

"You're so dead!" 

Remus jolted up and beamed. Virgil never stopped by anymore, so when he popped up threateningly, Remus was too happy to care or put the pieces together.

"And how do you wanna kill me? I have some suggestions!" he sang and shimmied. Virgil scowled and crossed his arms. 

"Have Janus wipe your memory and give it back." 

"What, the book?" Remus questioned and held it up. Virgil snatched it and held it to his chest protectively. Remus' eyes widened in horror.

"You wrote all that?! And I read it!? Oh no no no no no! I had no idea—I'll get Hisster Myde and scrub it away with steel wool! Dammit I am so sorry, Sca–Virgil!" Remus yelped and got up to pace. His only rule about Virgil, broken! The only rule he wanted to follow—tarnished!

"Were you about to call me 'Scabby Doo' again?" Virgil scoffed, hiding the fear and hurt he felt. 

"No, 'Scare Bear,' something kinda cute but that’s not important right now!" Remus answered, "I read your stuff without asking! I might be a crazed Camus Stranger boy, but I have some standards!" 

"Remus. Breathe. You're gonna wipe this trash from your memory and it'll be okay," Virgil tried to soothe him, only for the duke to go rigid. 

"Trash!?" Remus snarled and spun on his heels and marched up to Virgil until the lumbering emo hit the wall, confused and scared. 

"It's not trash! I know trash! I eat it for breakfast! That book holds some of the best stuff my critical creative ass has read in ages!" Remus snapped and glared up at him with a fire in his eyes. 

"What?" 

"Those poems are great! I was gonna find the author and beg on my knees like a needy subby bitch to collab with him because holy shit! I felt something with each one!" 

"Even the one with the skull doodle on the page?" Virgil squeaked, his face a beautiful shade of red. Remus smiled sadly. 

"Yeah, that one hit a little too close to home. I got all teary eyed. Thinking about it now after reading that saucy sonnet, it really hurts!" 

"I uh—" Virgil stammered, "I'm, uh, 'm sorry for the sash and the whole—"

"If you apologize for anything else I am going to lip wrestle that apology away!" Remus cut him off, "Because dammit, Virgil, I love you, even if you don't feel the same way anymore. No more self-hate and no more doubting yourself." 

"Puppy," Virgil said and finally took back some control, guiding Remus back and having him sit down, "I can't promise I'll be able to stop that completely, but if you can stand a little bit of it, I wouldn't mind making that collab a date." 

"Really!?" Remus grinned making Virgil's eyeshadow turn purple, "Can we paint too? And watch scary movies? And make out? And then try and woo each other with some dark prose until one of us caves and asks the other to be his boyfriend? And then f—" 

"Yeah," Virgil cut him off and pressed a finger to Remus' lips, "Except for the part about caving. Will you–I mean, only if you want to, would you–and it’s cool if you say ‘no’ since things might be a little weird but—”

“Band-aid, Emoraptor!” Remus cut him off, like he used to do back in the day when Virgil started down one of his nervous tangents.

“Maybe be my boyfriend now?" Virgil said quickly and winced.

"Yes!" Remus cheered and dragged Virgil into a hug, tumbling on the sheets, "Loom over me like a cypress tree and stay with me until I taste death for a night." 

"Stay here and cuddle until we pass out like touch starved gremlins? Only if you visit me in the abyss until this world calls," Virge mused and wrapped his arms around the duke, curling around him protectively. 

"And then the next," Remus hummed softly and kissed his hand, “But you’re always in my dreams!” Virgil buried his face in Remus’ neck and smiled against his skin. Who would have thought that they would wind up here?

Roman sat on his bed and stared at the collage of pictures he had on the wall. In the very center was an old drawing of him and Remus in front of a castle. He sighed wistfully and stared at it, admiring Remus' work. He hoped that sneaking into Virgil's room was worth it—he wanted Remus to be happy even if he couldn't provide that joy. Maybe one day he’d be able to, but until then, he hoped he got his best friend and brother together to make some amends if not more.

[thatshithurted8]

Daredevil

Summary: In which JJ tries to save readers life after they get fatally hurt wiping out surfing.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mention of drowning, severe injury and death.

“Are you guys coming?” You ask while walking out of the washroom in John B’s chateau. You just changed into your bikini. 

“I have a shift at the Wreck.” Kiara says getting up from the couch and getting ready to leave. 

You look at your guy friends and boyfriend expectantly. “I don’t know Y/N last time I went surfing before a storm I wiped out badly, but if you guys go I’ll just watch.” Pope says while playing with his hat. 

“You know I’m always coming.” JJ says wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaving wet kisses on the nape of your neck. 

John B groans and rolls your eyes, “Let’s get going before JJ’s dick changes his mind.” 

You all laugh and walk out of the chateau. The clouds were starting to roll in which made your adrenaline start to rush. Kie bids you all a goodbye as you grab your board and start to walk to the beach with the boys.

“I’m so excited.” You say holding JJ’s hand and walking faster towards the sand. JJ looks at you with admiration and love as you start to skip towards the beach with your board under your arm like an excited child getting ice cream. He loves you so much and would do anything to make or see you happy. 

The four finally reach the beach and the waves were starting to get rocky because of the storm. Pope sits down on the sand as you, JJ and John B get ready to ride the waves. 

Once you were ready and made sure the leash to your board was secured correctly around your ankle you turn to your boyfriend and place a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“I love you.” You say before turning to the water and running towards it. JJ watches you paddle on your board out into the dark water then continues to get ready himself. 

It didn’t take long for JJ and John B to join you and when they did they instantly regretted their decision to go surfing. The storm was causing the waves to be irregular, creating crosscurrents. 

But that didn’t stop you from riding the choppiest of waves. The three Pogues take turns riding the waves, making sure to be as safe as possible considering what they were doing was already dangerous. 

John B finally stands up on his board and tries his best to stay standing. The Routledge boy was only able to ride the wave for 10 seconds before wiping out. You and JJ look at each other laughing at John B. 

“Fuck you guys!” John B yells, resurfacing and getting back onto his board. You two watch John B paddle by, stopping to give you both the finger before heading back to shore where Pope sat. 

“I think we should get going soon.” JJ says looking at the dark clouds. By now it was raining, but you didn’t mind you were already wet. 

“I’m gonna ride a few more then we can go.” 

JJ simply nods his head in agreement. “Be safe beautiful.” He says leaning over on his board to give you a kiss. You place your hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. The blond pulls away first, both of you looking into each others eyes with love, while smiling. 

“I love you JJ Maybank!” You yell as you switch positions from sitting on your board to lying on your stomach. 

JJ smiles, “I love you Y/N L/N!” He yells back, paddling in the opposite direction of you. Thunder booms ahead of you, but you keep on paddling further into the water, battling rough waves. 

“What is she doing we have to go!” Pope yells to JJ over the down pour of rain. 

JJ shakes his head, looking between his best friends and you. “She’s the best surfer in all of Outer Banks! She’s going to be okay.” 

However, as the weather starts to get worse JJ became worried for you. He knew you could handle yourself considering you started surfing at the age of four, but he couldn’t help but worry when the weather was starting to get worse and worse by the minute. 

The three boys stand on the beach watching you as you were getting ready to stand up. Within seconds you jump to your feet, balancing and steering yourself on the choppy water. 

“She’s a fucking beast man!” John B yells nudging JJ’s arm causing the blond to nod in agreement. JJ was so amazed at your skill it was truly breathtaking how graceful you looked despite the water being rigid and rough. The three continue to watch with rain pouring down their faces. Just as the wave was about to break you lose your balance and end up wiping out. 

“Ough.” The boys say simultaneously. The water was so choppy it didn’t allow you to wipe out properly, causing you to hit your arm on your board on the way down. The blond chews on the inside of his cheek, waiting for you to resurface. 

JJ lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when he sees your head pop up from underneath the water, you giving him a thumbs up to say you were okay. 

“She should come back now man.” Pope says, John B agreeing with him. 

“Let’s go back!” JJ yells to you while gesturing for you to come back. You hop back onto your board holding up one finger signaling you wanted to go one last time. All three Pogues cringe as they watch you paddle with your hands towards a giant wave. By now the wind has picked up and the rain drops started to feel painful bouncing off of each of their heads. 

You once again get ready to stand up. Adrenaline pulsed through your body as you finally stood up. 

“Let’s go!” You yell to your friends and boyfriend. The boys on the beach start to cheer. You were riding the biggest wave of your life. You quickly glance towards JJ before looking back at your footing, but as you do so the wave crashes down causing you and your board to be pushed under the water. JJ, Pope and John B all gasp at the same time as they watch the wave engulf your body. 

“Fuck Y/N!” JJ yells, dropping his board and running back into the water. 

Under the water was all a blur. The wave pushed you down basically to the floor making you feel like you were being squished by a piece of concrete. You try your best to remember what your parents always taught you, to remain calm, but you couldn’t stop yourself from freaking out. You were running out of air and the more you tried to swim back up the more you got pushed back down. It also didn’t help that your board broke, the tail still attached to your foot by the leash. 

JJ dives into the water swimming as fast as he could to you, John B and Pope following suit. The blond resurfaces for air, whipping his hair out of his face before diving back underneath the rough water. It didn’t take long for him to find you. 

Just as you start to feel yourself let go and succumb to your fate you feel a pair of arms wrap around you and bring you back up to the surface.It felt and looked like a scene from a movie. Both of you gasp for air once you reach the top. It was a miracle that JJ was able to get to you and bring both of you back to the surface. 

John B and Pope quickly make it to you guys, water splashing in every direction. “Here!” Pope yells, moving John B’s surfboard over to you and JJ. 

JJ lifts you up and places you on top, removing your broken board from your leg by the leash. You laid on your back breathing in heavily as the three boys battled against the crosscurrents and swam back to shore. The sound of the rain and waves crashing covered the sound of you gurgling and coughing. When it was shallow enough to the point they could stand JJ picks you up off of the board bridal style and walks out of the choppy water then places you on the beach. Pope and John B follow you two out of the water as JJ rests on his knees beside you.

“You scared the shit out of -” JJ instantly stops talking when he sees the state you were in. 

“Holy fuck.” He breathes out, feeling paralyzed. 

“What man?” John B asks stepping close to you and your boyfriend. “Pope call 911!” John B yells realizing what JJ was looking at. 

On your neck was a laceration starting from your collar bone, up your neck to your left ear. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing, but the sound of gurgling comes out. The fins on your board cut you during your struggle falling.

“Shhh baby don’t talk.” JJ says looking over you and grabbing your hands. You heard Pope and John B on the phone with 911 in the background, but the sound was starting to drown out as tears pooled in your eyes. 

JJ starts to cry, looking in your eyes. “You’re going to be okay.” He says the rain and wind continuing to get stronger. Your eyes start to close causing JJ to panic even more. 

“Hey hey.” He says taping your cheeks lightly. “I know this hurts, but you have to stay awake. Please stay awake.”  The boy cries.He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you. He couldn’t live without you. 

A tear of your own falls from your eyes before they close, rendering you unconscious. 

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[ironmandeficiency]

internal bleeding

pairing: kix / mechanic!reader

word count: 2425

summary: work can be dangerous, even for someone who barely leaves the star cruiser.

a/n: i’m hitting three birds with one stone with this one!! not only is this shitpost prompt #1 AND a separate request i got a few days ago, but the 14th was my bestie @morganas-pendragons​ ‘s birthday!! have a little kix, kayla, as a late bday treat

warnings: getting kinda crushed by a ship, fives being a dumbass

the guys had just arrived back on board the resolute from what you heard was an almost too easy campaign. despite the lower than normal admittances to the medbay, there were still plenty of ships to tend to with varying amounts of damage.

your normal drill on days like this one was to work like hell until kix was relieved of duty for the night, then go with him to his bunk and let the both of you sleep out your exhaustion in the comfort of each other’s arms. the next morning before you were both summoned to your duties would be spent catching up on each other, letting the worries melt away as you chatted about everything and nothing all at once. it was a system that you both adopted soon after you started dating, one that you were extremely grateful for.

it was nights like that where you were able to see your boyfriend vulnerable in a way he couldn’t show often. if the campaign was more rough than usual, then you were able to hold him and remind him just how wonderful of a man he is. you hated to see him hurting but took comfort in the fact you were always able to bring him back to you, back to his brothers.

thoughts of laying in kix’s loving arms keep you blissfully distracted during the later hours, when the rest of your fellow mechanics had already retreated to the bunks for the night. others thought your late hours spent under various ships were because of your dedication to the cause, but they didn’t know about you and kix. you worked hard so your medic was safe, so his brothers were safe.

those reasons were what had you under general skywalker’s delta-7b aethersprite at some unholy hour of the night. your reputation preceded you, and after some good words put in by torrent company, you were able to become the only person besides general skywalker himself allowed to make repairs on it.

it was a strenuous job sure, what with how the jedi knight wore down his ships, but you enjoyed your work and felt honored to be respected at such a high level.

that is, you enjoyed it when the jacks holding the ship up weren’t breaking while you under the damned thing. you heard the telltale creaking of the jacks while your entire body was on the ground below it. you were never more grateful that chet had convinced you to use one of the rollers.

with all the speed your half-conscious body could muster, you walked your feet forward as fast as you could from under the delta and thought you were home free, but then an excruciating pain erupted in your left arm. the ship was on top of the limb and the weight was no pain you’d ever felt in your life. you were certain your scream should have gotten somebody’s attention, but it seems that you’re all alone.

your comm was, unfortunately, on the wrist of your crushed arm and on the off chance that it wasn’t busted beyond repair, you couldn’t communicate with the thing regardless because the buttons were out of reach.

maybe if the surveillance team would see you eventually but you doubted it. there was no way in the galaxy you were going to let yourself be bested by a damn ship though, so you got to yelling for someone to help you and hoped you wouldn’t lose your voice before help came.

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“kix, i know for a fact you haven’t slept in at least two days. get your ass outta here or i’m gonna call your girl in here and have her drag you out.”

“i’m not gonna leave when there’s still so much left to do.”

“you’ve done plenty, vod-”

“coric, i-”

kix wasn’t sure who had a hold on his arm but suddenly he was being dragged out of the medbay, and his body was too weak to resist the familiar grip. “vod, you’ve got a pretty woman waitin’ for ya and she’d hate to see you working yourself to death like this. let’s head to the barracks-”

“no,” kix mumbles, “she’s waiting for me in the hangar, it’s what we always do.” to be frank, kix isn’t completely honest how he’s able to form a coherent sentence with how tired he is. fives says nothing, just nods and takes a turn towards where you were waiting.

the closer the brothers got to the hangar, the more they heard it. they weren’t completely sure what “it” was, but it was a little worrying. the noise kept repeating itself and when they were closer, it sounded… human. they were yelling, and were they crying too? it was hard to tell from here.

warning bells were ringing in their heads and any tiredness kix had before was shoved down deep as they ran to investigate the source of the noise.

if you weren’t in so much pain you would have thought to keep track of the time you spent under the ship. your arm was in a strange limbo of total numbness and almost blinding pain and you couldn’t even focus on your surroundings because all of your focus was on the pain.

no one was listening, no one had been for the past however long you’ve been laying there. your throat was raw from screaming and you began to sob, which didn’t exactly help your throat. you weren’t completely certain when your sobbing began to contain cries for help but what you did know was that the longer you were under this ship, the worse the damage would be.

several more minutes of sobbing and screaming and nothing. not a soul cared that you were pinned down. you were doomed to spend the rest of your days under general skywalker’s ship, forever known as the mechanic whose love for her work killed her.

but wait a minute, were those footsteps? or was it the pounding of blood in your ears?

the two soldiers enter the hangar and their eyes nearly fall from their skulls when they identify your body in such a precarious spot under the bright yellow ship

“cyare! sweetheart, what happened?!”

their feet pound hard on the durasteel floor towards where you were pinned, fear the dominant expression on both of their faces. kix has never seen you cry out of something that wasn’t laughter, and he didn’t think he’d ever be ready to see his headstrong cyare temporarily defeated by a hunk of metal.

“kix, help me get this off her!” fives yelling for his help and the sobs from your throat snapped him back to reality as he helped lift the ship just enough for you to move to the side enough to free your arm.

it almost hurt worse now that the weight was gone which made no sense. once you were free, the men dropped it with a clang and kix was immediately hovering over you, examining the wounded limb. he quickly notices the way your veins are swelling and the unnatural angle of your wrist and is brought to two conclusions: there’s some sort of internal bleeding in your arm that needs to be taken care of immediately, and you have a broken wrist.

“what’s the damage?”

“internal bleeding and a broken wrist. could have been worse but this is a bitch of an injury.”

“internal bleeding? isn’t that where the blood’s supposed to be?”

you wanted so bad to laugh at the stupid joke, it was one of the worst ones you’ve ever heard from him. the most you could muster is a sob-laugh accompanied by a shake of your head. you’d give him the proper laughter later when you weren’t in blinding pain.

fives is watching worriedly as his vod unzips half of your jumpsuit, using the sleeves to tie your arm to your torso. he knows that as a mechanic, your hands and wrists are crucial for your job. would you be let go for this? oh gods, what if you had to leave the resolute? kix would be absolutely crushed without you.

whispering a soft apology in your ear, he lifts you into his arms and begins to run to the medbay as fast as his legs could go. the jostling irritated the wound and brought the tears down harder, and with every step kix was cooing gently and giving choked apologies for hurting you.

“i thought i told you to leave, k- holy shit, what happened?!”

“she was working in general skywalker’s delta when the jacks collapsed and the ship fell on her!”

“there’s a free bed over here!”

coric was struggling to comprehend you crying, that just wasn’t something that happened. ever. he would have continued down this rabbit hole of “holy kriff” but kix was beginning to shout orders. he literally just kicked this man out of the medbay moments ago, this isn’t going to fly. not even - no, especially when the patient is his cyar’ika.

coric and fives could tell that kix’s hands were shaking from several feet away. whether it was because of you, his ongoing lack of sleep, or both, neither of them were sure. a silent plan was devised and fives was soon pulling kix backwards away from you. he was struggling in the arc’s hold, yelling about how he had to be there, how he wasn’t going to leave you. coric was then able to bring the needle to his vod’s neck and pushed in the sedative.

fives gently sat his brother in one of the sparse guest chairs and pulled a second chair next to kix’s. you two weren’t going to be alone, not through something like this.

you woke up connected to machines you knew the names of and how to fix, but not why they were attached to you. then you tried to move your arm and you remembered exactly why in seconds, your eyes seeing spots with the pain. it was nowhere near as bad as it was when you were still under the ship, but it was terrible for just waking up.

then you tried to lift your other side and panicked when you couldn’t move your entire right side. that wasn’t where you were hit, what gives? then you recognized the anti-droid aurebesh and lightning bolt designs and let yourself calm down.

it was just kix, and he was curled around you like a tooka kitten trying to steal warmth. his hands held your right one to his chest, his forehead pressing against your shoulder while the rest of his body was curled up to make itself as tiny as possible. even in sleep, kix was always putting your comfort first.

not wanting to wake him, you decided to gently trace the designs in his hair and count down the minutes until you could kiss him like you’ve been wanting to ever since he left for the planet’s surface.

a throat clears from kix’s other side and you poke your head up with confusion. why was fives there? did he even sleep last night? didn’t look like it.

the arc trooper could see the question forming on your lips and answered it before you could say a thing. “i uh, i didn’t want either of you to be alone when you woke up. i hope that’s okay.”

“that’s more than okay, fives. it’s really sweet of you.”

“yeah it was a guessing game as to which one of ya would wake up first,” you raised an eyebrow as to why they’d be unsure of whether you or kix would be up before the other. “he was frantic when we brought you in, nearly punched coric when he told him to move away from you. had to sedate him to get him down.”

you gasped at the revelation and turned to press a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s crown. it was still jarring to know that you had someone that would fight tooth and nail for you, despite having been with kix for nearly a year. but for him to be given a sedative because he was so violent in his need to help you? it was bizarre. violent was never a word you thought would describe kix, but trying to punch his brother seemed to fit under that category.

he stirred next to you and his hands tightened their grip on yours, his forehead pressing a little harder against your shoulder. a few grumbles came from his throat as he awoke, eyelids droopy as he raised his head.

“are you okay, cyare?” this was more like the kix you know, always putting others above himself from the moment he’s awake.

you hummed and continued to trace his lightning, nodding in reply. “yeah, because you saved me.” he smiles and places a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand before lacing his fingers with yours.

“i helped a little, i think.”

“fuck off, fives.” your boyfriend mumbled groggily as he wrapped himself around you, burying his face in your neck.

“i did!”

it hurt a little less to laugh now and your boyfriend seemed to lose a bit of the tension from the night’s previous events. you smiled and felt kix curl even closer to you, legs tangling with yours like they do every time you share a bed. “thank you fives, your heroism is most appreciated.”

kix chuckled into your skin and began to leave soft kisses on the skin there. “now leave us alone, dumbass. i need some time with my girl.”

fives chuckles and rises from the chair that served as his bed the night prior, patting your leg as he walked by the cot you were laying in. “no funny business in the medbay, you two!” he jokingly wagged a scolding finger at you both.

“oh, get kriffed!”

fives’s head was the only thing visible to you now, a smirk on his face in spite of the somber mood he was in prior to your waking up. “that seems to be your goal, vod!”

your medic grabbed the nearest projectile and hurled it at his head, fives yelping as he ducked barely a second before a datapad stylus speared him in the eye. “thought he’d never leave,” kix jokes. you chuckle at the ribbing and let yourself rest. there was a lot of healing to be done before you’d be back to working shape, you knew that, but having your kix beside you would make it all the easier.

happy late birthday, kayla!!! love you bunches!!!

[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 48

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a proposition for Bucky.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, minor blood play, non-human sex, demon-on-demon fuckery

AO3

Maybe you should have softened the blow first.

Bucky looked as if he’d been slapped. You scribbled furiously on the notepad’s next page, not wanting him to shut you down before hearing you out.

Demon energy. You feed on energy. Feeding take away demon energy? Become human?

Bucky stared at the pad for a long moment, his mouth working, before he finally spoke. His voice was strained.

“I don’t… think it works that way, sweetheart—“

You smacked your pen flat against the paper, and Bucky snapped his mouth shut. Reining in your frustration, but only just, you scribbled again.

Try.

He exhaled heavily and stared at you with so much affection and worry that you almost aborted your plan.

But the truth was… more complicated than whether or not a feeding would solve your demonic issues. It wasn’t the fur and the horns and the tail that bothered you so much as what they represented. You were losing your humanity. You were losing yourself.

And you never felt more like yourself, more human, more alive than when you were touching Bucky. You missed him so much it was a constant ache, and you knew it wasn’t one-sided. There had been days when Bucky had to excuse himself to the bathroom when you were especially cuddly, the heavy scent of arousal coming off him in waves.

Maybe it wouldn’t work. It probably wouldn’t. All you knew was, you needed Bucky as much as he needed you. The ending of the demon pact didn’t change that.

“What if it makes things worse?” Bucky said, searching your face. Imploring you to see reason, perhaps. “What if I hurt you?”

If it goes wrong we stop.

“I’m not…” He worried at his lip. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop once we start.”

You wrote quickly, almost furiously, and showed it to him.

Then don’t.

Bucky opened his mouth, but you’d already tossed aside the notepad and crawled onto his thighs. You leaned in and nipped and teased at the lip he’d bitten a moment ago, holding his head between your hands as you almost-kissed him.

Your movements were confident, without hesitation, like a predator moving in for the kill, but you were gentle as you licked into his mouth. Bucky groaned, hands falling to your hips as he pulled you fully into his lap. Despite his voiced doubts he was already fully hard, and you were feverish to get those jeans off him immediately.

Unlike previous times, you took charge, shoving him back onto the covers with more force than you intended. Bucky didn’t seem to mind, his pupils blown wide as he swallowed heavily. You definitely weren’t as careful as you could have been as you tore open his jeans and pulled them down his thighs. You rucked up his shirt, running your hands over his abs as you palmed his muscled chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed, slightly arching his back as he squeezed your ass.

Bucky’s movements gave you full access to his neck, and you dove in, licking and tasting his skin as his pheromones flooded your senses. It was an involuntary reaction when he was aroused, and that fact, more than the scent, made you growl deep in your throat.

You were already wearing loose clothing, lounge pants and a baggy t-shirt. Your claws made it difficult to handle fabric without tearing it, and tight clothing agitated your fur. So it took you only a couple of heartbeats to pull off your clothes and straddle Bucky, completely naked.

He hadn’t seen you like this, not since your change. Bucky’s eyes were wide, almost reverent, as he stroked his hands up your sides.

Your fur ruffled in his wake, your tail arching over your back. You were already wet for him, and you reached beneath you and impatiently shoved down his boxer-briefs.

“C-careful,” he stammered as you dragged the side of your claw up his cock, already rock hard with a bead of precum forming at the tip as soon as it was freed. You smeared it over the head with your thumb, still facing Bucky and straddling his thighs, watching his features closely as he tried not to moan and buck from your touch.

You could have stayed like that for much longer, slowly taking him apart until he was a shaking mess under you. But you were too impatient for that, too desperate to take him for yourself. You weren’t sure if the human side of you was in full control anymore.

To the delicious sound of Bucky’s shaky breaths, you gripped him tighter, lifted yourself up, and lined him up with your entrance. When you began to push was when Bucky gave his first real, desperate moan.

It fueled you, and you pushed back harder, gritting your teeth at the unexpected flare of pain. But you didn’t stop, only pushed down more stubbornly, letting out a growl of frustration.

“S-stop, stop.”

Bucky panted and gripped your hips to stop you himself. You shot him a glare and another growl, this one in warning.

“You’re not… bonded to me anymore,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. “Which means your body isn’t going to… to open up to me like it did before. You have to go slow—“

You batted his hands out of the way, took his cock in hand, and held it firm as you attempted to spear yourself on it.

Bucky growled your name between his teeth, and you snapped yours a few inches from his face, a challenge to try and stop you. He could, of course, no matter how demonic you looked, Bucky was an actual demon and far stronger than you were. He could remove you without difficulty, but he didn’t. He continued to lie on his back, his teeth bared in a primal expression you’d never seen before, and it sent your nerves aflame.

His dominant display cracked when the head of his cock finally breached your entrance, and you used his brief distraction to lean down and kiss him. It was rougher than anything you’d done before, your sharp teeth gently biting at his lower lip.

When he gripped your hips, you thought he was going to flip you over. Instead, Bucky thrust upwards, and at the same time shoved you halfway onto his cock.

You cried out, a shrill chirp that soundly like nothing human, and Bucky was immediately apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—Did I hurt-Ah!”

Bucky thrust involuntarily, digging himself a couple inches deeper when your teeth sank into his shoulder, and now he was embedded even further inside you.

You released him and licked the trickling wound, knowing any minor injuries would be healed within minutes. It made you want to mark him up in a way that would leave something behind. Moving on to his neck, you licked and sucked with renewed hunger, wanting to claim Bucky even if it was only temporary.

Bucky moaned and writhed, rolling his hips even as you sensed the restraint of his movements. But you weren’t interested in restraint or a controlled Bucky.

Pulling back just far enough to see his face, you met his eye, braced a hand against his chest, and slid the rest of the way down onto his cock.

The stretch was almost unbearable, burning you from the inside out in a way that made your eyes water, but it was all worth it to watch as Bucky arched his back and gave up every curse he knew.

Licking a stripe up his jawline, you tasted his sweat, a mixture of pheromones and the musky scent that was solely his, and you made a pleased noise. You braced your knees against the bed in an attempt to slide yourself up Bucky’s cock… and realized you couldn’t move.

You were stuck.

Bucky groaned at the pull, and seeing your frustrated face he gave a breathless laugh.

“I did tell you… to take it slow.” His lips cracked into a toothy grin. “You know… what I call that? Your eyes were too big for your—“

He choked on his words as you wiggled your hips, unable to move up or down but finding you didn’t have to. The pressure against your G-spot was amazing even without the friction, but it wasn’t enough, and you gave another impatient growl.

“Come here,” Bucky said, pulling you down against his chest. You allowed it, because he immediately began to rock his hips up into you, giving you just enough friction.

You keened against his throat, enthusiastically licking him as the rocking motion gradually turned into slow thrusting as you finally loosened.

For your lack of talking, Bucky made up for it, grunting out filthy things you’d never heard from him before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re so tight. I’m glad I can’t cum until you do, because holy shit, I… God, what are those noises you’re making? Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good for me. Always so good for me.”

You thrummed in your throat and pulled back, sitting up fully on his hips. The change in angle made him groan, and he gave a sharp cry when you started to move your hips on your own. Lifting up only a couple inches and thrusting back down, you fucked yourself on his cock, digging your claws into the firm muscles of his chest and leaving scratches behind.

Mine. All mine.

You rode him hard and fast, barely giving him a chance to breathe as you speared yourself on him over and over. Bucky’s flexing muscles and delicious cut-off moans and grunts pushed you close to the edge, and when the pressure in your gut snapped, you bent down and dug your teeth into his shoulder, this time deep enough to properly bleed.

Bucky harshly cried out as he thrust up into you one last time, his cock spasming and his knot expanding as he emptied himself into you. The familiar drain of the feeding heightened your pleasure, dragging out the orgasm as copper liquid coated your tongue.

As soon as you let go, you immediately lapped at the wound, using all the care and gentleness that had been absent before. Bucky shivered and rubbed his hands down your hips and thighs, and once you were done cleaning his wound you cradled your face into his neck.

“I’m not even going to try to move you. My knot hasn’t filled like that in a while. Not since the bond was first activated.” Judging from his sharp gasp, Bucky had winced. “Fuck. Feels like you completely milked me, too.”

You gave a pleased rumble, a low noise that continued to sound from your chest.

“Are you… are you purring?”

You gave him a little lick as an answer. Bucky hummed and rubbed his hands up your back again, your fur continuing to ruffle under the touch.

“The feeding didn’t change you,” he softly said. “I don’t think either of us really believed it would.”

You said nothing, because you couldn’t, and also because he was right. Bucky sighed.

“You know I don’t care what you look like, right?” His words were as gentle as his touches. “Or what you feel like, or smell like, or act like. You’re still you, and I’m not going anywhere. Maybe I didn’t make that clear enough since you’ve been back.”

He exhaled heavily as he wrapped his arms around you, just holding you, and you found you didn’t mind. You didn’t even mind having a difficult conversation if it meant Bucky did most of the talking. You were too tired and blissed out, even if you could speak.

But you gave him another little lick all the same, telling him you knew. You still loved Bucky, even as changed as you were, and it was a relief to know he felt the same, especially if this was… permanent.

After a minute, he cleared his throat.

“Also, I won’t lie: you going predator mode like that was really, really sexy.”

The rumble that left your chest was the closest you could give to laughter.

Next Chapter

[lonely-teddy-bear]

You’re to Blame

warning: Fighting, mention of blood, cursing, angst, heavy make-out, choking, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, angry!JJ, 

word count: 2.76k

Request: Hii hii my loveee! Can you do a JJ x reader. Where he gets extremely jealous of you with someone at a party and a fight breaks out and like John B breaks it up or something. & after you all go back to JBs house and argue about it Smuts, angsty, cussing whatever flows lmao

A/N: this is my first time writing like full on smut and I had to pray before hand lol idk but i need holy water after this but I have like 3 more smuts to write so yeah hope you enjoy!!!!!

You and the rest of the pogues were currently at a kegger. While John B and JJ were handling the keg and the beers, Pope and Kiara were sitting in a log around a campfire talking and drinking the beer they had gotten earlier. You on the other hand were leaning in a palm tree with a red cup in hand, looking towards everyone in the party. You saw tourons flirting with pogues or with kooks, you could see everyone doing their own thing and what you were doing was your thing. 

JJ who was your boyfriend knew what you liked doing when you went to parties so he usually did his thing and handed out the beer but always kept an eye on you to make sure you were okay and that no one was bothering you, specifically a certain person that has been wanting to steal you away from him.

While you sipped on your drink you could see someone walking towards you from the corner of your eye, the figure looked real familiar and by the look JJ gave you, you knew who it was.

“Hey Rafe,” you didn’t even bother looking at him because right now you were watching JJ who was glaring at Rafe and had forgotten about the beer and the tourons who were waiting to be served.

“Hey Y/n, you look beautiful tonight.” You still didn’t bother looking at him but thanked him just so he didn't you were being rude and ignoring him.

“So you’re still with the pogue of your boyfriend or what?” You looked away from JJ’s stare and turned to look at Rafe, giving him a glare of your own.

“Why can’t you just give up Rafe? You know I’m still with JJ and you always come talk to me every time you see me alone. I don’t like you Rafe, I’m sorry but you have to accept the fact that you can’t always get what you want.” He looked at you with a tough look and then looked towards JJ who was still looking at you two and trying to figure out what was happening. A smirk appeared on Rafe’s face and looked back at you, you weren’t paying attention to what Rafe was doing but the next second your face was in between two hands holding your face in its place. Your eyes moved to look at Rafe and was going to ask him what he was doing but then you felt his lips on yours. I tried pushing him away but he slid one of his hands down to grab both of your wrists while the other one moved from your cheek to your jaw trying to hold you in place. You felt his tongue asking for entrance but you weren’t budging, you then felt a sharp pain in your lip causing you yelp which gave him enough time to shove his tongue into your mouth. For any other people it would probably look like two drunk people making out but to JJ it looked like something else. 

JJ wasn’t looking where he was going or what was happening around him, all he could see was that he had his tongue down his girlfriend’s throat. Jealousy was taking over his body but anger was the main one, he didn’t like when Rafe would flirt with you or when any other men would flirt with you in general, he didn’t want to share you and you knew that but he always seemed to forget that you only wanted him.

Soon enough Rafe was ripped off from your body and saw him on the floor with JJ on top of him. You could hear where JJ was punching Rafe in the face and the groans and moans that was being let out from pain. You wanted to pull JJ off and stop him from fighting but things couldn’t get worse. Topper came running and tried pulling JJ off which caused JJ to throw his elbow back, hitting Topper on the nose. Then you saw Kie, John B, and Pope running and trying to avoid falling in the sand, you saw John B go to grab JJ and ducked when he threw back his elbow again.

“JJ stop it! You are making things worse!” John B screamed at JJ but it’s like JJ wasn’t listening.

“JJ please stop,” you tried to scream but you were crying, you didn’t know what to do, you felt like this was your fault. You could have walked away when Rafe approached you but instead you stayed and led him on.

“He fucking kissed y/n! He fucking deserve this. You piece of shit!” JJ threw one last punch and then got up and started kicking him. You could see Rafe coughing blood up and curling in a fetal position, you couldn't help but to cry harder. You hugged yourself while you screamed at JJ for him to stop. You wanted to go to him but you didn’t want to get hit on accident just like how Topper got hit.

“Shut the fuck up Y/n!” Your eyes widened when you saw JJ looking at you. He had stopped kicking and punching Rafe and he was now looking at you with this anger in his eyes. His blue eyes were almost black, the minimum light that you all had didn’t help much on seeing his eyes.

You stared at JJ in shock, he had never screamed at you nor had he ever told you to shut up, not in his way anyway. John B moved closer towards JJ, placing his hand on his shoulder just for JJ to shrug it off and send a glare towards him.

“You mind your own fucking business next time. You know what you all should mind your fucking business. If you see me killing this asshole here then let me do it!” You didn’t know what to do but to cry harder. You have never seen this side of him, he may have gotten into fights but not like this, not to the point that he wanted to kill Rafe and was screaming at you. You felt arms around you and looked to see who they belonged to and felt relieved when they belonged to Kie. You leaned closer to her and cried.

“Oh for fucks sake. You need to stop crying y/n, you are the reason we are in this mess,” he scoffed at you and turned around, walking away. You wanted to follow him but Kie stopped you. “Let him go for now. Let him cool down.” You just nodded while placing your head in her shoulder. John B and Pope looked at you with sad eyes, they wanted to help you, hug you but they knew you wanted JJ not them.

After the fight and after JJ was gone everyone started packing. Topper along with his other friends helped Rafe and you couldn’t help but to feel sorry and you felt worse when you saw him turn to look at you with sad eyes. All he wanted was to be with you but instead he got beat up to a pulp.

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You didn’t go anywhere until around two in the morning. You had stayed back with Kie and helped clean up the beach in silence. You had stopped crying but you were still sniffling here and there when your mind would go back towards JJ beating up Rafe and screaming around like a crazy maniac.

You didn’t want to go home because then your parents would ask you questions and you denied Kie and Pope’s offer on staying at their place, so you ended up at the last place you should be at.

You walked over to the door and stopped when you heard screaming coming from inside.

“No John B! She is the reason why I beat the shit out of him!”

“JJ she didn’t do anything, she would never kiss him in front of you. She loves you too much to even do that.”

“She has boys lusting over her, do you think that would stop her! She can have anyone but instead she stays with me!”

“Exactly JJ! Listen to yourself! She’s with you, not with Rafe not with Topper, not with me, but with you. You of all people, you are fucked up and she still chooses you.” You grabbed the door handle and opened the door, swinging it open causing both of them to turn to look at you. You looked at John B and he gave you a small smile in which you returned but fell when you looked at JJ. He was glaring at you and had a stone cold face, he didn’t even bother saying anything as he turned around and walked away. You excused yourself to John B and followed JJ towards his room which used to be John B’s dad’s office. You walked in and looked around to see where he was but jumped at the sound of the door being shut behind you. You felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards his chest, you felt him place his face in the back of your head and felt him smell your hair.

“You know, I’ve always loved how your hair smells after you come from the beach, the scent of strawberries and salt water, but what I love the most about you after a beach day is when I get to taste you.” A shiver ran down your spine causing him to let out a laugh. You felt his right hand move from your waste and started dragging over your body, feeling you slowly until it reached up to your neck where he gently placed it but then grabbed you with force causing your head to be pulled back.

“You are mine and you know I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” You let out a whimper when you felt him squeeze your neck harder. You placed your hands on the hand that was on your neck but he didn’t do anything.The other hand that was on your waist started moving south of your body causing you to twist but you stopped when you felt both of his hands squeeze.

“You won’t move unless I tell you to.” You didn’t say anything but let him continue. You felt his hand rest by the band of your shorts before they slid in causing you to stop breathing. “You know what happens when I get mad right? You remember?” You nodded at his questions because of course you knew, he had done it several times. 

“Well today you misbehaved, you went and kissed another boy in front of me,” you whimpered when he mentioned that and when his hand was cupping my private part.

“And since you were a bad girl today you will have to be punished. You won’t cum till I tell you to okay?” He said while he gritted his teeth. I just nodded, not able to talk. I felt him push in a finger down on me causing me to moan. I felt his breath in my ear causing me to shiver, “why don’t you be a good girl and try to be quiet, we have John B next door and i’m sure you don’t want him to know how much of a whore you are in bed right?” You shook your head quickly. He started moving his finger inside of you making you moan but quickly stopped. You then felt him add another finger inside of you which made you want to moan more but knew better than to do it.

“Mh you are wet. Who is the one that turns you on more? Me or Rafe?” You opened your eyes and opened your mouth, “You.” It came out as a whisper which made him loosen up on his hold on your neck. “Who again?” You wanted to roll your eyes but repeated yourself anyways. “You, you turn me on more than Rafe.”

You felt him on you ear, “Exactly, I am the one that turns you on, i'm the one that gets to feel you get wet for me everytime I touch you, I get to fuck you when ever and where ever I want, not him.” You gulped when you felt him add a third finger. He was pumping in and out of you and you could feel yourself be on edge already. His thumb was rubbing your clit slowly which made you move your hips wanting to feel him go faster. Your hands left from his hands that were on your neck and placed one on top of the one on your shorts. You went to push your hands down and wanted to rub yourself but pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around from the neck and backed you up to his bed. You looked at him in the eyes and you could see them full of lust and even anger which made you feel more turned on because you can’t lie that he looked hot.

“Oh baby you are gonna wish you hadn’t just done that.” He pushed you down to the bed causing you to bounce a little. He crawled in between your legs and kissed you on the lips, he didn’t bother playing around and teasing you, the kiss was heated, shoving his tongue in, causing you to moan. His kiss started going down to your jaw and neck and moved your shirt to the side but he was getting impatient. He stopped kissing and stood up and looked at you. “Take off your clothes.” You didn’t look away from his eyes and started taking off your shirt and then the bikini top you had on, you saw his eyes look down at your chest making you squirm in place. You then took off your shorts and when you were about to take off your bikini bottoms he stopped you. He just shook his head and placed his hands on the side of your hips by the waistband and pulled them off himself. You felt the cold air hit you causing you to shiver. He leaned down and started kissing you on your waist and moving up to your stomach, his left hand was  feeling your body while the other one was down on his pants, you heard the zipper and felt him shift, taking off his shorts. He then took off his shirt and continued kissing your body. You couldn’t help but to move your hips up to his erection which caused him to stop kissing you and placed a hand on your waist to stop you from moving. He looked at you and gave you a glare. “I said to not move but since you want to misbehave then I’ll show you what you will get.” He crawled down and you stopped breathing from the sudden contact of his tongue on your lower half. You felt him lick you up and felt him moan which was felt throughout your body. One hand went down to grab his hair and tugged it while the other one was being held by JJ. You tried not to moan when you felt him insert one of his fingers into you. He looked up at you but didn’t stop from eating you out. You both were breathing hard and you couldn’t help but to let out a whimper when you felt his nose touch your sensitive bud. You felt him smirk and then felt another finger being added in. You let out a moan when you felt his cold rings hitting you constantly. “JJ i- im- going to,” You stopped talking when you felt him pull his fingers out and saw him stand up. You looked at him with your mouth wide open. “What the fuck JJ.” He just shook his head and gave you a smirk. He picked up his short and put them on and walked towards the door but looked back at you before opening it.

“That’s what you get for kissing Rafe in front of me. Imma go take a cold shower and I should tell you to fix yourself but you better not even touch yourself. Got it?” You just nodded being speechless at what he had just done to you. He just left you there naked and on edge and you couldn’t do anything because he would know.

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oops :)

[tothemeadow]

Okkkk SOoOoo,,, kinktober 😳 Kyojurou and orgasm denial with a Male Reader?? Pretty please oohgg

Day 5: femdom / latex/leather / orgasm denial

warnings: NSFW, vibrators, voyeurism, exhibitionism

words: 1,931

(a/n): art is not mine

It’s unfair, ridiculous, a complete bastard move.

Across the table, Kyojuro remains unbothered. Which, of course he would, since he’s the one in control of this whole situation. He’s acting too casual for your liking; he merely sips his coffee, his trademark grin on his face.

Fuck this guy, seriously.

Tengen’s rambling on about some bizarre story, his hands moving animatedly as he knits his tale together. Frankly, you don’t the heart nor the right mindset to give a single damn about what comes from his lips. It’s always this way when the two are together. You don’t mind Tengen, really, but he has the habit of bringing out the wilder side in your husband.

Glancing down at your own coffee mug, you try not to drop the thing as you take a sip. You hope Tengen doesn’t notice the trembling of your hands or the utter lack of conversation on your part. It’s all Kyojuro’s fault. It’s always his fault.

Shifting in your seat, you bite back a groan, your teeth digging hard into the flesh of your bottom lip. At this point, your lips are acting more like a chew toy than anything else. If either of the others have noticed, they haven’t indicated as such. It’s a miracle, really, how Tengen hasn’t heard the buzzing coming from the vibrator shoved up your ass. To you, the sound is deafening.

You cover a pathetic whimper with an awkward cough. Your cock twitches inside your sweats, the front almost entirely drenched with precum. Even if you wanted to stand up and walk away, you couldn’t. You didn’t want Tengen to see you in such a state; for one, it’s wickedly embarrassing, and two, he wouldn’t hesitate on the chance of having a threesome with you and Kyojuro.

Kyojuro had to have planned this. He doesn’t seem the type to come up with maniacal schemes, but he has his moments sometimes. Things were getting hot and heavy between the two of you in the bedroom by the time Tengen had called Kyojuro – as it turns out, he was sitting right outside your house, waiting for Kyojuro to let him in.

“Don’t cum,” Kyojuro had said to you, placing delicate kisses all over your face. And, if to make matters worse, he insisted you sit around with a vibrator shoved against your prostate.

Yeah, well, you’ve had your fun.

You can’t control the tremors of your body. Tengen is either extremely dense or he’s being polite by ignoring your current state. Kyojuro catches your eyes over the rim of his mug, a dark glint in his brilliant eyes. You swallow thickly and cast your gaze to the table.

“(y/n)? You okay? You’re being awfully quiet,” Tengen suddenly remarks.

God fucking dammit.

Tearing your gaze away from the table, you look to him and nod. “I’m fine,” you say. You inwardly curse at how weak your voice sounds. “Just spacing out, I guess.”

Tengen scoffs. “Damn, and I thought you were completely riveted by my story.” Cocking a neatly groomed eyebrow, he tilts his head at you. “What were you thinking about?��

Kyojuro snickers.

You send a glare towards your husband. “Nothing important…”

The glint in Tengen’s eyes tells you that your lie isn’t working. Biting the inside of your cheek, you force yourself to keep your composure. That is, however, until the vibrator inside you gets knocked up a notch. Your fingers clench impossibly tight around your mug as your back arches. A small moan slips from the confinements of your mouth; your eyes go wide, panic beginning to bubble inside your chest.

Oh, shit.

“Everything alright, dear?” Kyojuro questions, his voice dripping with honey. It makes you want to hiss at him in retaliation.

Both men flash you pearly smiles. Their expressions seem innocent enough, but you’d be a complete fool if you didn’t notice the hungry gleam in their stares. Just what did Kyojuro have in mind when he decided to invite Tengen over?

The vibrations inside you intensify. The cry spilling from your mouth cannot be held, nor can the instinctual roll of your hips. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, the pleasure of your prostate being stimulated becoming too much to bear. You watch as Kyojuro pulls the remote controller from his pocket and sets it on the table.

“You bastard,” you spit through clenched teeth.

“You were right, Kyojuro,” Tengen mutters as he rests his chin in his hand. “He really does look pretty like that.”

“Doesn’t he? Baby boy always makes the prettiest expressions whenever I fuck him silly.”

You can’t believe your own ears. They’ve talked about you? What exactly did Kyojuro say? Oh, god, what did Tengen know???

“You haven’t cum yet, have you?” Kyojuro asks you. He talks to you in a gentle tone, almost like he’s talking to some caged wild animal – which isn’t entirely wrong, but you aren’t going to admit that anytime soon. Shaking your head no, Kyojuro then flashes you a smile. “Good boy.” Shifting in his seat, he leans over the table, resting his weight on his elbows. “Listen, I know this abrupt and all, but I really want to show Tengen those pretty little expressions of yours. You always take my cock so well, baby. I want to show you off to everybody.”

Your throat suddenly feels too dry. You swallow desperately; your mind is positively swimming and you can’t quite grasp the situation. Okay, so Kyojuro wants to show you off. But what does that entail, exactly?

“Come here, baby boy,” Kyojuro gently coaxes. He gestures to you with a wave of his hand.

Glancing to Tengen, your insides tighten. You’re not exactly opposed to the idea – the realization comes as a surprise to yourself – but you’re also not sure how this is all going to play out. Hesitantly, you rise from your seat; you curse as the vibrator shifts inside you with the movement and grab onto the table for support. Both your arms and legs tremble violently, all threatening to give out entirely. Somehow, you shuffle to Kyojuro’s side of the table.

He swiftly takes you into his lap, holding your back to his chest. From here, you’re looking directly at Tengen. Ruby eyes dart down to the wet patch between your legs and his tongue darts out across his bottom lip.

“Holy shit,” Tengen mutters. “You got like that all because of a vibrator? Charming little prince, it’s no wonder Kyojuro’s obsessed with you.”

You jolt at Tengen’s choice of words. Kyojuro’s large hands land on the insides of your thighs, spreading them further apart.

“Show Tengen how pretty you are, baby boy,” he whispers into your ear. A shiver rips down your spine. With his help, you manage to tug your sweats and boxers off, leaving your lower half completely bare. “There we go,” Kyojuro mumbles, his hot breath fanning over your ear and the side of your face.

Tengen whistles in appreciation. “Fuck. Look at you, you pretty thing. What a cute little cock.”

Squirming under his attention, you turn to Kyojuro. You gaze finds his heated one and all words die on your tongue. Now that’s silent, the buzzing from the vibrator can clearly be heard. Being propped on Kyojuro’s lap like this, you can feel his own cock hardening under you. With a small whine, you press your hips down against his clothed cock; the bulge in his pants is enough to push the vibrator the slightest bit, making you keen.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Kyojuro commands. You feebly nod your head. Kyojuro gives an approving hum and turns his attention to Tengen. “Where do you want him?”

“Just like that,” Tengen says, leaning back and getting comfortable himself. You see the beginning of a tent in the front of his pants.

“Are you alright with that?” Kyojuro mutters into your ear.

Were you? Yeah, this is all happening a bit too fast, but something about your husband showing you off in front of one his closest friends makes your heart beat a little too fast. Your cock twitches at the idea. Slowly, you nod your head.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Kyojuro tells you. Within moments, his pants and underwear are bunched at his thick thighs and his thick cock is pressing against your back. He grinds leisurely against you, his chin coming in and settling on the crook of your shoulder. “Let’s put on a show, okay? Be a good boy and show Tengen all those pretty faces that make me cum.”

“Kyojuro-“

You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he reaches behind you and pulls the vibrator out. The lube covering the damned thing catches the evening light pouring through the window as Kyojuro unceremoniously drops it to the floor.  Kyojuro spits onto his palm, then, using it alongside his precum as a makeshift lube.

“Holy shit,” Tengen breathes. His own cock is in a hand, beautifully thick and long. You swallow the building saliva in your throat.

Combined with your lube sodden hole, the spit and precum make the slide of Kyojuro’s cock easier. Granted, it’s still a bit painful, but you’re actually thankful for the earlier stretch and the vibrator. Soon enough, Kyojuro’s buried to the hilt and you’re delightfully full. An absolutely sinful moan passes through your lips as you throw your head back against Kyojuro’s shoulder.

“Just like that,” Kyojuro grunts, his hips starting to move. He holds onto you tightly as he fucks up into you, helping you guide your hips down to meet him per thrust. It takes little to no time at all until you’re a moaning, sweating mess. Kyojuro has your shirt bunched up to your neck, one hand pinching and pulling at your nipples while the other furiously pumps your cock.

Your hands rest against his knees for support. There’s not a lot of room to move, but you make do and fuck yourself back against Kyojuro’s cock. The sounds of panting and the chair creaking fill the kitchen, along with the wet sound of Tengen jacking himself off.

Heat skims along the surface of your skin, the knot in your stomach so deliciously tight. You want to cum so bad, but you’ll surely be punished if you do. You do as your told, not holding back any noise or lewd expression your face contorts into.

“Kyojuro, fuck, please, it’s too much,” you whimper. “I wanna cum so bad.”

“Not yet,” Kyojuro grunts into the side of your neck. “Be a good, strong baby boy and don’t cum yet.”

“Jesus, Kyojuro, let the guy cum already,” Tengen groans. “I bet he’s sexy as fuck when he cums.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Kyojuro challenges. He snaps his hips up into you, the head of his cock driving home to your prostate with each brutal thrust. You cry out, your fingernails digging into his thighs. Your whole body goes rigid as you finally cum, spilling your load onto your lower stomach and over your husband’s long fingers.

“Oh my god,” Tengen grunts. “Fuck.”

“Baby boy, you’re so tight,” Kyojuro says. He then nips at the back of your neck and you can feel him snarl into the skin. “You came before I said you could, though. Do you know what that means?”

“Please, Kyojuro,” you whine, rocking yourself weakly onto his cock. Despite already cumming, your cock refuses to soften. “Don’t be mad.”

“Sorry, baby,” Kyojuro mutters as he kisses your shoulders. “But when baby boy misbehaves, he deserves to be punished.”