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drabble.

Click. Click. CLICK.

That sound was seriously annoying her and it was going to annoy everyone else here which was only her. Alone in her home. It's who knows what hour and she shudders to look. Eyes avoid glancing down at her watch as she crouches down to shuck off her heels, setting them aside out of the doorway. Those can be put away and worried about later or the cleaner services would deal with it instead. Whichever one came first.

An audible sigh leaves her as she crosses from the front door to her kitchen, starting to taking off her watch along with any other accessories. Pepper's home now, she can begin the process of decompressing and pampering herself.

The clock in the kitchen tells her that it's exactly 2:23 A.M. and that's not the most uncommon hour for her to be up by. Even early in her career and life, Pepper's never had the perfectionist routine of being in bed by 10 P.M. as much as she wished she had that rigid of a schedule.

When working with Tony Stark closely was the commonality, she would end up awake at these hours due to Tony and later when the Avengers and superheroes (hey, you're one of those) came along; 2 A.M. felt like a normal hour. Pepper knew she'd be up by 8 A.M. for a 9 A.M. meeting in the morning with fresh makeup and smile on her face.

Her bra is lost sometime before Pepper reaches her bedroom, the grey article haphazardly tossed aside in a way that she's not sure she'll find it in the morning. There's moment of contemplation as lights as flicked on if she should even bother with changing into pajamas and self-care. She'll be able to fix herself up in the morning, hitting the bed seems like the most desirable thought at the moment.

Exhale.

"Okay." She mutters to herself, lights going out again and her thigh hits the bed first before she's letting herself timber over. Being alone allows her the sanctity of coming undone.

Phone is put to the bedside, set on the charger and than it lights up. There's very few notifications that come through this late at night that aren't muted. Text messages.

Tony.

Don't look, Pep, it can wait. He can wait, sleep for the love of-

Shifting around, she pulls herself further up her pillow and pick back up the phone.

[ All fixed up ] [ Waiting for you ]

Vague, but she knows what it's referring to immediately.

It. That. Her suit. Rescue.

Her.

"Fuck." An overwhelming amount of emotions well up and she knows she's got to put a lid on that. It's not too long ago that it happened. Her memories of Happy coming to him, his voice in her ears and the comfort her late husband brought her. Their time would always feel too short.

Being spied on while she cried and broadcast to the general public, JARVIS kidnapping her. She was done with that, all of it. The superhero stuff, wearing her suit, and feeling that different kind of powerful. Like that time as HERA and her team.

Why does it always come crashing down?

She gets it, she gets some of why Tony obsesses, why he can't stop.

Another text comes in.

[ You can stop by ] [ You know how and where ]

Don't text back. Go to sleep, forget about it.

It's been some time since everything went down. Time has been had to process and she feels okay again, strong and ready to take on the world with fire and storm.

Her fingers are already typing a response back. Now he definitely knows that she was still awake.

[ Were the changes made? ]

One of Tony's fastest text backs when it comes to responding to her comes in.

[ Come on you know me ]

She knows she's biting at her lower lip, taking a moment to think and breathe, than letting herself consider everything. Feel it all and make her decisions. Taking time with herself before she texts back.

[ I have room in my schedule to be by at 2 ]

She's not going back out there, not unless she knows she needs to be out but she doesn't need it. There's plenty Pepper can handle and do without a suit, but she could see it. It's good for emergencies, that's what Rescue was for anyways and it's her suit. Hers, no matter what now.

[pigeonwhumps]

"Did you think you were worth something?"

- Izzzzzzyyyyy *tackles*

Izzzyyyy!!!

Some Cass for you. Set during his early WRU training, between remembering his name and being sent to the US.

CWs: BBU, pet whump, WRU fuckery, restraints, dehumanisation, muzzled, implied beating, mentioned organ harvesting, talk of death, implied non con, drugging, overstimulation, low self esteem, verbal degradation

"Did you think you were worth something?"

Cass grits his teeth, straining against the restraints holding him prone to the table. Sweat runs off his body in rivers, pooling beneath him, his nerves lighting up like they're on fire every time the handler brushes against him. As he makes sure to do frequently.

Cass isn't sure what he's been injected with, but he's never felt like this before. He's pretty sure of that.

"Because you're not."

The handler trails the end of his baton down Cass' spine, and it erupts into a line of fire. Cass screams, tugging mindlessly, his agonised cries muffled by the leather dog muzzle they've shoved onto his face.

It's a regular feature. He hates it. He is not a dog.

He's worse.

"You're no better than an animal. You think your word means anything here? You don't get to say no. You don't get a say in your training. If I order you to jump, you don't even stop to ask how high. And if it's determined that the best way to train you as a Guard Dog is for you to attack live bait, then you do so. Unquestioningly. You don't say 'no', you never say 'no'. It's not a word that should be in your vocabulary."

Cass pants into the muzzle as the raging fire subsides slightly. It doesn't last long before the handler tugs his head up by the collar, choking him and making him want to scream at the contact.

"You didn't save her. 147. She was well past her last chance. She's been sent to the bottom floor, no anaesthetic. All you did was ensure her end will be more drawn out and probably excruciatingly painful. Organ extractions tend to be. Your refusal didn't save her."

The handler twists his fingers in the collar, pressing against Cass' neck, increasing the pain as he fiddles with something. The electricity doesn't even need to be on to set his nerves on fire at the moment.

"You didn't manage to rescue the other one either. 643, right? She's cute. Feels so good and she's so eager to please. I don't know why you keep trying. You're only a stupid pet, you don't have the brainpower for that. You do not get a say in anything. You do not, ever, say no."

The handler drops Cass' collar, his head hitting the metal, impact barely noticeable over everything that's already there. He can't breathe so well anymore.

"You're worthless. A useless failure. You can't save anyone, you're just a stupid pet. You won't ever be worth anything." His voice sounds from further away now, footsteps going away, coming back, circling. Cass whines. "I'm working on permission for you to see 147, all prepped and ready for donation. So you can fully understand the consequences of your actions, because clearly you're too stupid to do so yet. But for now, until the Director approves of a different punishment, this will have to do. The only way to make you mutts learn is through corporal punishment anyway."

Something swishes through the air.

And then Cass knows nothing but pain.

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𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

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wc 1k+

warnings f!reader, oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, marks/hickeys, mention of m! masturbation

↪ izzy adds... everyone say thank you to my best friend for sending me this idea one fine night so that I could wake up to a paragraph about how he'd eat me out because that's what made me write this

It wasn’t that long since you started dating Jake Sim. You started as friends – best friends even. When he first came into your math class, you weren’t paying much attention to him. Honestly, you were too busy trying to figure out where your other classes were to even notice him, but he caught your eyes a few weeks later when he decided to sit next to you. At first, you only exchanged a few smiles and short greetings, but after a while, he started asking you questions, trying to get to know you. 

After that, it only took a few more weeks for him to become your best friend. And now, just a month ago, he managed to gather all his courage and ask you out on a date, confessing he had those intentions from the moment he sat next to you. You couldn’t say no to him then, and that hasn’t changed since then. How could you when he was the one to show you what love feels like?

“What’s up?” You wonder, looking down at your lap where your boyfriend rests. He is lying on his stomach, his head on your belly, absolutely unfocused on the movie on your TV. “Nothing,” he mumbles but doesn’t look up to meet your eyes. “Jakey,” you say, cupping his cheeks and making him look up. “What’s on your mind?” 

“You are,” he answers, making you scoff. “I mean it,” he looks you straight in the eyes before looking down again, his fingers playing with the hem of your pants. He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t manage to catch it. “What was that?” You ask, your cheeks flushing red the moment he looks up, flashing you the cutest puppy eyes you’ve seen yet. “W-What?” 

“Do you think I could eat you out?” He repeats his question, this time louder, with more confidence. You could never say no to him, and he knew it. But honestly, you didn’t even want to tell him no. 

The excitement in his eyes as he sees you nod is unbelievable, and before you know it, he is pulling your pants and underwear down. You’re embarrassed. You try to hide your face behind your hands, but Jake is quicker, holding your hands in his to make sure you see him. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you shake your head. “We’ve never– you know, you haven’t– and–” you try to form a meaningful sentence, making your boyfriend laugh. He pulls himself up to face you, tugging your hair behind your ear before he cups your cheeks. “I know, I know,” he whispers, his eyes full of assurance. “And we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. You can stop me whenever you want, and we can pretend nothing ever happened. I don’t want to rush you. I’ve just been wondering how you’d taste,” he caresses your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss to prove he means everything. 

You don’t want to see your face because you know you’re as red as ever. But Jake doesn’t seem to mind a bit, carefully moving down again and making himself comfortable between your legs. You watch him place your legs on his shoulders, smiling at you to assure you once more before his attention shifts to your lower lips. 

He starts carefully, his tongue making its way from your clit down to your needy entrance. He takes his time with everything, making sure every lick of his, every movement he does, is as perfect as ever. He can’t rush this; he keeps repeating to himself. 

Jake keeps glancing up at you at first, wanting to see your reactions, but he soon gives up on that, too, diving in completely and focusing on his movements instead. 

“So good,” Jake moans, tongue-fucking you. Your head is thrown back, your hand in his hair as you cum for the second time. At this point, you don’t even know what he’s saying. He started blabbing stuff when you came for the first time and haven’t stopped since. He moves slightly up, sucking on your clit while his fingers make their way to your hole. You gasp when he inserts his middle and ring finger, lazily fingering you. Your legs shake, but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he was in his world, on cloud nine, just because he can eat you out. 

His free hand wraps around your thigh, still trusting his fingers into you as he looks up at you. “You’re the best,” he mumbles, placing kisses on your inner thigh. “So good, I could do you forever.” You don’t get a chance to answer. Before you can even think of a response, his tongue is sliding between your folds again, and you’re unable to speak. Forget a dessert, this was the whole meal for him. 

“Jake– Wait, I can’t– not anymore,” you cry out, letting go of his hair, and it’s like something in him switches, looking at you immediately, his eyes full of worry. “What is it, baby?” He asks, completely frozen. “‘S too much,” you admit. “I can’t anymore.” He sighs in relief, slowly moving his fingers again, as if he didn’t hear you at all. “Is that so?” He coos, sucking on your inner thigh this time, and you’re sure it will leave a mark. “One more, please. You’ve been so good,” he praises. “Please, pup.” 

“Last one, though,” you agree, giving him a warning look that, however, only makes him chuckle. Jake returns to his job within seconds, leaving hickeys and marks all over your inner thighs while he fingers you before going back to sucking on your clit again. This time alone, though, his free hand doesn’t end up anywhere on your body, but instead, he uses it to pull down his pants, freeing his aching cock. 

His moans get louder as he palms his cock, pulling his fingers out to focus better. The praises from before turn into incomprehensible whines of lust and groans of your name, driving you crazy. 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to cum on his tongue again. Even though you thought you didn’t have another one in you, he managed to prove you otherwise, releasing all over your thighs soon after. His breath shakes as he falls on you, embracing you in a hug, as if this was just another one of your cuddling sessions. You’re both a mess, but you couldn’t have enjoyed this more. “So good,” he mumbles again before he sucks on your neck, leaving a hickey there too. “My girl tastes so good.”

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Clint laughs as he asks what got him on Jessica Drew's shit list, which he knows the both of them will get in trouble for even talking about her like this; or at least Clint did. He's never sought out to make himself swallowable for other people; they liked him, they didn't. They clapped at his performances, or they weren't impressed. And if they weren't impressed, well he would like to see them try, he would like to see them survive.

Jessica Drew didn't like him, and that's on him for being an asshole by. . . . well, he never claimed to be smart or mindful of his words. No brain to mouth filter. ❝ Well, when I first met her I called her Carol and in my defense, she was blonde and her 'nd Sparkle are like cojoined twins or those people who start to look like their dogs. ❞ Yeah, he'd be one of those people if Bobbi hasn't kept Lucky in the divorce.

Clint defines himself with words, but they were always the wrong words. Orphan, runaway, carnie, father, ex-husband; PILOT. Those were his words, who he was going to be but Clint could fit into any role he's put into; because the right words were competent, diligent, compassionate, devoted, clever. IT'S NEVER THOSE WORDS.

It's nouns, it's the troubles he's caused and not the troubles he's been through, not what he survived and he could do given any amount of time, any amount of need. Clint was a good pilot, because there were only two options and no greys; be good or go home. And he's never had a home to go to, and certainty not when he came to Starfleet.

He's a malleable element, went wherever he could fit and piloting his new skill; he liked the challenge of piloting, of navigation, and maybe there's a tale about a boy with no home being a pilot, learning navigation, and on starship sailing through the stars.

ASKING THE CAPTAIN TO TAKE HIS WORD ⸻ It's a big, it's taking the hard-earned trust that Leonard was right about him and Jim, that he was good people and he'd get along better with; extending it out to Jim beyond the bar nights from the Academy days; and let him prove that he's a guy to always have in the Captain's corner. Asking for a leap of faith, to not look into Clint and let him give him the pieces; PROVE HIMSELF.

His blues hold on Jim's, nodding his head at the glance and telling him the small pieces about himself; about how he feels about Iowa and where he came from. There's a lot of wounded pride, some shame, but he's not coming from a place ever where he wouldn't admit to where he's been.

The OH I SEE gets Clint to chuckle, because he's not sure what he thought about him before but ex-wife was a definitely the word to pick out there. ❝ That's why Lenny's my drinking buddy, brotherhood forged in following the same guide in how to wreck your marriage. ❞ There's a laugh, something tight in his chest because it's the first bond he's formed since the proverbial day everything went wayside. It's an important bond, one held onto tightly. They got sober togehter, shared in the hell of trying to repair themselves. Pride felt over this bond too, something he's sure that Jim will relate to. They shared friends, people they loved. They should know each other better.

Clint's not feeling like he'll share much more than that, but if the captain humors him more like this than he's bound to talk more about Bobbi Bird, at the least. She was a huge part of him. ❝ Really? Not an ounce? ❞ He says coolly, but just as Jim didn't dig; than Clint won't either. Believe it or not, Clint's not going to pick at someone else's scab; not if he doesn't want to hurt them and he doesn't want to hurt.

Except, there are a few things that he does pick out from what Jim had to say that Clint is going to comment on.

Observations, things he could identify with and being a few years sober now, which felt like a hell of a climb and gave him clarity. WISEDOM, something he could try to impart. ❝ There's something I learnt, it's called PERSONAL hell, not just HELL. It follows you where you go. ❞ And doesn't Clint know that well, he lives with his in his person. It lives with the Captain too, but he's not pushing.

❝ I don't see myself getting old either, hell, it's feat I did find a way to make it to my thirties. ❞ There's a lot to that, a loaded statement. ❝ DON'T COUNT YOURSELF OUT ⸺ I mean, god I can't figure out if I'm going to be the hottest looking old man alive or the ugliest son of a bitch. ❞ He changes course, adding a bit of humor for levity. Allow for Jim to latch onto that, and change the topic as he pleases.

it’s  hard  for  him  not  to  think  both  as  a  friend       &       as  a  captain  as  Clint  reveals  more  of  his  observations.       he  possesses  qualities  that  make  him  ideal  for  particular  missions  that  require  a  certain  finesse,       a  chameleon-like  adaptability  to  seamlessly  blend  in       &       extract  the  necessary  information.      

while  he  is  currently  serving  as  his  beloved  navigator  into  the  unknown,       Jim  feels  an  innate  certainty  that  he  would  willingly       &       competently  step  into  whatever  role  is  required  of  him  for  the  benefit  of  their  crew.       a  short  lived  laugh  escapes  him.       attention  is  attention,       whether  it’s  love,       or  hate  coming  his  way.       in  his  experience,       attention  is  something  he  has  always  courted,       whether  it  comes  wrapped  in  adoration  or  animosity.      

to  him,       the  spotlight  is  not  a  source  of  discomfort     ;       rather,       it's  where  he  feels  most  alive  & in  his  element.       let  it  be  blindingly  bright                          he  still  thrives.       ❝          i  bet  the  correct  reading  was  something  a  little  less  funny.          ❞       he’s  a  pain  in  the  ass  for  his  crew  just  as  they  are  in  his.       it’s  the  perfect  balance  aboard  their  beloved  Enterprise.       it’s  what  keeps  them  alive       :       having  the  guts  to  confront  others  so  they  become  better  versions  of  themselves.      

is  that  what’s  happening  to  the  two  of  them  now     ?       ❝          how  did  you  get  on  her  shit  list     ?       not  that  it’s  hard  to  get  on  there.          ❞       the  lighthearted  air  about  him  disappears  rather  quick.       he  knows  Clint  means  what  he  says  about  his  file.       &       for  Jim,       his  past  should  not  dictate  his  future.      

people  change       ;       he  has  full  faith  in  that.       &       his  gut  feeling  is  seldom  wrong.       ❝          I  KNOW.          ❞       he  punctuates  that  brief  statement,       his  piercing  gaze  on  the  other’s.       although  they  haven’t  said  too  much  about  this  particular  subject,       it  feels  as  if  the  glance  they  exchanged  told  volumes  of  stories.      

❝          i  love  the  outdoors  too,       actually.       oh     .  .  .       i  see.          ❞       he’s       DYING       to  ask  about  his  past  life,       however  he  fights  himself  not  to.       he  isn’t  sure  what  can  of  worms  that  could  open  for  him.       the  captain  doesn’t  want  to  cause  him  discomfort.       though,       he  will  slip  one  day,       eventually,       &       want  to  learn  what  happened  with  his  ex-wife.       he  cannot  help  himself  from  being  nosy  when it comes to  those  who  he  cares  about.      

❝          no     .  .  .       i  don’t  miss  it       AT  ALL.       there’s  nothing  there  for  me.          ❞       a  sharp  lie,       one  that  quietly  slides  under  his  skin  like  a  knife,       aiming  at  his  heart  that  still  twists  when  the  subject  is  blood  family.       his  relationships  with  his  mother       &       brother  are  open       WOUNDS.       ❝          i’m  not  a  religious  guy,       but  if  there’s  such  a  thing  as  the  afterlife,       i’m  sure  Iowa  would  be  my       PERSONAL  HELL.       i  don’t  plan  on  settling  down  on  Earth  let  alone  on  that  hellhole.       i don't see myself getting old.          ❞

[oladyofhurtandochre]

Secrets all ‘round (part two)

Pairing: Mark Sloan x reader

Warnings: pregnancy trope, secret dating? kind of angst and kind of fluff

Note: I know this is kinda short but I'll most likely keep revisiting this and adding little shorts to this series. Posting won't be regular cause I cannot deal with that pressure, but I hope you follow if you like because more drabbles will come! Also, I might write more Cregan things and other characters in the future as well. Enjoy <3

You’re asleep the moment the car starts. Your soft snores bring a smile to Mark's face as he navigates the Seattle streets. He takes a breath. The city is awash with lights and cars under the night sky. The car windows fog up in the cold. He knows there's something going on with you, but he doesn't know how to ask you about it.

The hospital is a mess; Izzie has cancer, whatever is happening between Big Grey and the Chief, and something to do with Yang. But you. You just give them all a shoulder to cry on, with your soft smile and listening eyes. Not a single person in Seattle Grace has a bad word for you, and Mark absolutely understands. He'd grown up knowing Derek's mother, who was also a giver. A lover. A listener. You had grown up with Ellis Grey for a mother (albeit an adopted one) and ended up being a lover. Why the senior Dr Grey adopted you was a mystery to all but you and Meredith.

"'re we here?" Your words are slurred with sleep.

"Yep." Mark gets out of the car and goes to your own door. He opens it and gives you a hand as you get out, wary of your earlier 'food poisoning' episode. You lean on him as you walk into the building and to the lift. It's quiet, comfortable.

In his apartment, you change wearily into a pair of your pants you found in his drawers and a hoodie. Mark's bed is warm, familiar. The stress of the day and the weight of all your secrets comes crashing to the front of your mind. Unconsciously, your hand drifts to your stomach.

I have to tell him. You know you will. But telling Mark about the baby means telling Meredith and Derek and the rest of the bloody hospital that you're dating McSteamy. Derek would have a stroke, and Meredith... You shake your head. Everyone has enough going on without this as well. You'll tell Mark when you're ready.

"You feeling better, sweetheart?" He's standing in the doorway, a towel sitting low on his hips. This is what got me pregnant. This right here. Lord have mercy.

"I'm fine, Mark. It wasn't that bad. I was talking to Derek about the wedding and I just..." You trail off. Mark smiles before walking to the cupboard to put some boxers on.

"Don't worry, I threw up on him once after I kissed a girl for the first time." You gasp.

"Really? Mcsteamy? You did not!" He climbs into the bed, kisses you and switches off the lamp.

"I really did, but no one would believe you if you told him." Cheeky.

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sunwoo hardly believed in fairytales, but he was convinced you walked out of one.

trying to catch your breath from running, you swung open the lecture hall door a little stronger than you expected, assuming the huge handle was as heavy as it looked. 

in contrast to the dim room, the sunlight coming up from behind was shining at you like a spotlight. 

your hair was disheveled from your dire attempt to attend class on time. but in his eyes, it fell in a graceful yet effortless manner, simply complementing your beauty rather than demanding to be noticed. your flowy outfit and light steps brought back spring in the middle of august. or maybe it was your eyes that sparked so much life in this early morning. 

sunwoo’s heart started racing, not able to figure out whether it was because of you or the caffeine from half-empty latte in his hand. 

he suddenly caught your gaze, and your embarrassed smile nearly threw him in a loop. 

‘definitely not the coffee,’ he thought.

you searched for an empty seat in the room, disappointed at the chance of needing to walk all the way to the front, where most students have avoided taking. sunwoo slowly takes his bag off the seat next to him. 

'please sit next to me,' he whispered to himself like a mantra.

“you at the back,” the professor, dr. love, called out.

you looked around the general area before you processed who she was talking about. pointing at yourself like a lost little duck, you gathered how awkward the situation had become with 200 students looking straight at you.

“yes, you! stop looking around and take a seat,” dr. love said, “sit next to that boy with his mouth open staring at you-”

the whole room erupts in hollers and laughter. sunwoo quickly looked away. he knew everyone was looking at him, yet continued to deny any claim that he was the one dr. love was talking about. 

fortunately, you were too occupied to clearly make out what the professor said. apologizing, you picked the next available seat nearest you and started unpacking your bag. sunwoo’s cheeks burned the moment he sensed shuffling beside him, too nervous to look and check you had chosen to sit next to him after all. 

the professor moved past everything once everyone settled in to continue the lecture. 

when he finally gained the courage to look around him, sunwoo steals another glance at you. he could have sworn you locked eyes once again. he stopped listening to what dr. love was saying about the syllabus for the rest of class after that.

maybe, waking up for this class five days a week will be worth it.

…

“did someone kidnap sunwoo and replaced him without us knowing?” eric asked.

the whole crew—eric, hyunjae, haknyeon, chanhee, changmin—were walking downtown after his game, opting for a dinner out while it's still warm out past 5 PM. sunwoo heard his name out of context when he caught up with them, dismissed from his debrief with his cohort at the clinic. 

haknyeon and changmin looked at each other and suppressed a chuckle. sunwoo squeezed between the two and put his arms around them. 

“say something and i’ll seriously ki-”

“-sunwoo found himself a lil’ girlfriend!” chanhee chirped, shrugging as changmin slapped his arm.

“argh!!! how could you-”

“i didn’t say anything!” changmin insisted.

eric throws his head back, shocked to his core, “oh my god- he’s not denying it.”

“no- of course not- it’s not, i mean… of course it’s not true,” sunwoo stumbled upon his words.

it wasn’t a surprise that his friends would question what he was up to, seemingly becoming a changed person overnight.

haknyeon knew something was up when he no longer needed to turn off his roommate’s alarm for once. initially dreading the fact that he was stuck in the infamous 8 AM attendance-required lecture across campus, sunwoo’s enthusiasm now was undeniable. at times, he even had the time to buy coffee from changmin during his opening shift at the library cafe. 

“eric, you saw something?” hyunjae asked, pouting, but unable to contain his excitement. nobody catches him up about matters like this anymore, neck deep in his coursework and part-time fellowship with his professor as a fourth-year. 

“i wish,” eric shook his head, “i see him everyday coming into class early- our team passes that building on our morning runs every wednesday and friday.”

defeated, sunwoo stayed silent, careful not to give anything away. 

he couldn’t come clean about his silly crush, and if he was being honest, it would be more accurate to say it’s a crushing infatuation. on the rare occasions he sat anywhere remotely close to you, he was only able to gather these three things: you were a freshman, a psychology major, and your name was y/n.

“that’s all you know?” haknyeon asked, almost shouting from surprise.

“he probably didn’t even get all that by actually talking to y/n-”

sunwoo was going to open his mouth to defend himself, but closed it back after accepting changmin was right.

“classes started a month ago,” haknyeon furrowed his eyebrows, half- disappointed and half-frustrated from this realization.

“he’s a helpless case,” chanhee sighed, before walking into the restaurant first and checking their table in.

sunwoo was too stunned to move another step. he didn’t realize a whole month had passed, but could barely count the times he shared a couple of words with you in one hand.

the rest of the guys tap sunwoo in the back, whispering a series of good luck and you can do it before walking in. somehow, the gesture still managed to feel like a pitiful mockfest to the poor guy. he was beginning to think he was helpless himself.

eric stayed to offer his friend some help, “hm- you know that name sounds familiar. tell you what- i have this friend, kevin, he’s also a psych major and works at the student center by the dorms-”

“are you telling me to spy and stalk my crush?” sunwoo asked, terrified.

“if you knew what others do to know more about their crush” eric started, but decided not to finish his sentence. he shook his head and sighed exactly like chanhee did and whispered something under his breath.

 “trust, you’ll thank me later.”

…

thursday, 6:30 PM 

bennett hall, room 305

sunwoo stares at the note eric left him. even after insisting he would never accept his help without knowing how he got his intel…his legs ended up bringing him in front of the building. 

i have ten minutes to turn back and walk away, he thinks while staring at a small flyer pinned to the wall that advertised the university’s film club meetings, confirming he was at the right place.

“sunwoo, right?” 

his heart dropped to his stomach when he heard your voice. sunwoo hesitates before moving from his stance, already recognizing your voice before his eyes fell on you. 

“sunwoo, from dr. love’s class?”

“y/n,” he grinned like a fool, only calling out your name instead of answering you properly.

sunwoo looked at your surprised expression, holding back any indication that the reason he’s here has finally showed up. you switched back and forth from looking at him and the poster on the wall, connecting the dots.

“are you here for the film club?” you smiled.

sunwoo mindlessly fidgeted with the note on his hand and quickly crumpled it back to his pocket, “i- i am.”

“i’m in it too! this is great- we’re always looking for new members. is it your first time?”

sunwoo nodded. he couldn’t believe you remembered his name, much less recognize him outside of class. 

while trying to get it together as he freaks out on the inside, he listens to your lengthy intro of the club. you went on and on and on, not knowing he was still trying to get over the fact that you were exchanging more than five words to one another. 

a leaf falls on your head as you were talking when sunwoo reaches out to take it off. 

his hand moved faster than his thoughts, stricken by his nerves when he finally realized what he was doing. you stopped talking for a second, looking at what was on his hand.

“sorry- there was a leaf.”

“oh- okay.”

he coughed to break the awkward tension, sensing you had lost your train of thought. sunwoo took a step back, putting a small distance between you. he pressed his lips together and smiled with his eyes, ready to beat himself up later for losing his cool in front of you (again).

“anyway- did anyone invite you?” you went back to what you were saying.

sunwoo had long forgotten what eric explained when he was handed the note. he lies and told you no one invited him.

“okay..” you smirked, closing the distance he just put between you and urged him to lean a little closer, “then, can you tell the club, i invited you?”

you explained that you get a referral perk for bringing in new members, increasing your chance to win a collectible item at the end of the month. 

sunwoo didn’t think you could become even more adorable until that moment. 

he was already devising a plan to force his friends to join the club in his head if it meant you would smile at him like that again.

'you could ask me to tell everyone you saved me from a burning building and i would do it,' he thought. 

lost in your bubble, you didn’t pay attention to the time until you glanced at your phone.

“-we’re gonna be late!” you jumped.

sunwoo follows you in without a word and walks up the stairs. you turned the hallway to the left and found the projector room like its routine. you reached for the door before pausing and turning to sunwoo. 

“i'm really glad you came today,” you whispered before opening the door, giving him no time to respond.

sunwoo had a feeling he’ll remember this exact moment long after today.

[petrichorca]

Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

[zodiyack]

Pregnancy (A drabble)

Pairings: Jace Wayland x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, pregnancy

Words: 526

Author's note: Just a little idea. I can make this a full fic / miniseries. Only Y/N and Clary have gone in to see Magnus in private.

Masterlist | The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read it,  @simonsbluee,  @thewarriorprincessxo,  @sebastianstanslefteyebrow,  @livlaughquinn,  @bubsonnobx,  @bunnyweasley23

Magnus hesitates when he passes Y/N. His expression shifts to one of concern and curiosity. "I'm surprised you're here."

Her brows furrow. "I'm a Shadowhunter, of course I'm here."

"Not that." He chuckles. "Given your predicament, I wouldn't expect you to join them on this journey."

"Why's that?" She asks, genuinely curious.

Magnus looks at her with amusement, then hovers his hand over her stomach. "You're with child."

Clary gasps in place of Y/N, who is too in shock to even react.

"No- I'm not... I mean, I've been sick lately, just... I'm not pregnant." She shakes her head, in denial.

"Y/N, I may not like your kind, but I would not deceive you. You. Are. Pregnant. I recommend that you withdraw from any strenuous missions, avoid putting stress on you and your baby, as well as putting yourself in danger if you wish to keep your child." He orders her. The topic is simply dropped when he returns to Clary.

(After the fight with the vampires)

"You really shouldn't have come, after what Magnus told you?" Clary announces to the group, but directs to Y/N.

Y/N widens her eyes and whips her head in Clary's direction. "Don't."

Jace looks at the two in concern and tilts his head. "What did Magnus tell you?"

Clary opens her mouth to speak. Y/N quickly replies, warning the redhead. "Don't. It's not yours to tell."

Izzy and Alec look at each other with confusion, but wait for Jace to reply. "What did the warlock tell you, Y/N?"

"Do we really have to do this right now?"

Clary rolls her eyes and speaks up, "How long are you gonna hide the fact that you're pregnant? They'll notice eventually! I mean, what about Jace?"

The three's eyes all widen at the reveal. Jace looks upset, but Y/N is livid. Seeing her reaction, Alec's expression darkens and he steps forward.

"Even if that is a concern, it's none of your business, Clary." Her name drips with venom when it comes from his mouth. "You've been ogling Jace since you got here. Your jealousy cannot hide forever either."

"But- Jace, she lied to you!" Clary averts her gaze in shame when he doesn't acknowledge her.

"Alec is right. Though I'm upset Y/N hid it..." Jace looks toward her with a sorry nod, "I still wish it would've been her to tell me, especially since it's between us. I've tried to brush off your advances, but I suppose I must be blunt now. I plan to stay with Y/N and my unborn child. The fact that you've known of our relationship and continued to pursue me has made me question whether I want to train you or not."

It's Izzy's turn to step forward. "We can talk about this later. For now, we need to get back to the institute and put Simon in the infirmary."

"Yeah." It's the only word Y/N lets out before she walks past Clary, bumping her shoulder on the way. Jace follows, also ignoring Clary. The girl can only watch and realize how much she's hurt him.

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

hey there! kinda new to the GNR side of tumblr. You seem to be good at headcannons and you know my friend nenryrn :) anyway, how would you envision each of the members comforting/treating you if/when you need it? (being super general here) like say you were just feeling sad/down/blue or you got hurt or you were sick, idk, leave it up to the imagination! :)

~Rem (i’m @lepps-n-roses )

Hello, hello!! Aww, thank you! Welcome to the GNR fandom and I’m very happy to see one of nenryrn‘s friends pop into my inbox 🧡

I just want to clarify that I don’t write for all the members of GNR, only for Axl and Duff. But that might change in the future once I learn more about Slash, Izzy, Steven, and even Matt. For now I hope the two members work for you. I apologize in advance 😭

Before we dive into this I also need to clarify that my headcanons sometimes aren’t traditional headcanons where it goes over multiple scenarios. Mine just go over one scenario and could be mistaken for a drabble, but it’s not! Nobody come after me lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Axl Rose:

(sad scenario)

- When you’re feeling sad or not yourself Axl immediately notices the change in your demeanor and asks you about it. What could’ve caused you to be so upset? Was it your period? Did somebody insult you? A considerable amount of questions swarmed inside his head and he needed to pinpoint the problem.

- When you tell him it’s not a big deal he becomes more persistent with the questioning, almost making it feel like he’s interrogating you, but he’s worried about your health and safety. He needed to know what happened, when it occurred, and at what precise location.

- After seeing him all worked up over this, you try to calm him down and spill the truth. “Axl, I’m not feeling well because my emotions are under the weather.”

- “Why?” He inquires sincerely.

- “Nothing triggered it,” you clarified. “It’s just…sometimes my emotions go up and down…like a roller coaster. I know once it happens, it’s awful.” You say, hinting at experiencing a low episode. “But I need to let it pass and then I’ll be okay again.”

- Axl sympathized and you started to feel his palm rub soothing circles over your back. “You don’t have to deal with this alone,” he reassured.

- A half smile spread across your lips. “I know but-“

- “But nothing,” he interrupted. Unexpectedly, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. “I’m gonna fuck the depression right outta ya.”

- “Nooo, Axl!” You begged, clinging onto his neck, and kicking your feet to make him put you down. But…it was too late. He already had you pinned on the bed, the mattress pressing into your back while Axl hovered above you, caging you in.

- “We gotta get those endorphins moving.” He suggested, planting a heated, passionate kiss to your lips. You couldn’t object. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your fingers slid into his hair.

- You didn’t think you could climax since you had a low libido but Axl proved you wrong, the same way how he proved you wrong on countless other occasions. You became just as fiery as he did under the sheets and managed to cum, not once, but twice.

- Lying down by his side and basking in the afterglow, you felt much better than you did earlier. “See?” Axl murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “All you needed was a good fuck.” That part made you laugh. “There she is.” He said, proving himself right once again.

(injured scenario)

- “Axl! Axl!” You yelled, limping into the living room with your hand covering your kneecap. You accidentally tripped over your shoe lace and skidded your knee on the sidewalk. The wound looked pretty bad, bloody, and hurt like a bitch. As you limped further into the room and sat down on the couch you could feel the constant stinging and throbbing of it. “Axl!” You hollered again, your voice becoming hoarse.

- “What is it?” He demanded, storming into the room. “I’m busy.”

- You winced at the pain. “I know, babe. But I need you to do something for me.”

- Axl circled around the couch until he was facing you, observing your hand on your knee. “What happened?”

- “I-I fell. I need you to help me clean this.” You slowly removed your hand, revealing the red, irritated mark.

- Axl stared at it for a moment, almost in disbelief, before muttering, “if somebody did that to you, they’re gonna die.”

- “No one hurt me. I’m just a clumsy mess…”

- Axl knew you’d have trouble walking so he carried you to the bathroom, bridal-style, and turned on the tub’s faucet. After the tub was filled a few inches, he turned it off, inspected your wound for any gravel to pick off, and gently washed the wound with soap and a washcloth.

- You flinched but tried not to squirm too much or kick water in Axl’s face.

- To keep you still, Axl grabbed your leg and held it between his arm and ribcage while he continued cleaning. Afterwards, he smeared ointment on it, and bandaged it. “Better?”

- You released a sigh of relief. “Better.”

- “You’re grounded from doing any chores. You’re gonna sit your ass down and rest until your knee heals.”

- It was charming of him to say but you were under the impression that he was bluffing. In fact, he was NOT bluffing. He sat you down on the couch, turned on the tv, and made you some dinner. He’d then massage your feet while you relaxed. He repeated this process for the next few days by making you meals, giving you free massages, sometimes giving you oral pleasure, and providing extra attention throughout the day. It was blissful.

(sick scenario)

- When you’re sick with any type of illness Axl tended to avoid you so not to get himself sick and delay any projects he was working on.

- You understood his commitment to his music yet, at the same time, it bummed you out how little contact you’d be receiving from him for a few days, or a week.

- He’d pop into the space you occupied at random hours to check up on you. “Still sick?” He asked, as if hoping your illness would go away whenever he entered the room.

- You nodded and that soured his mood even more. What you didn’t know was Axl’s avoidance was affecting him much more than you. It killed him inside to not be with you right now, but he had to make a sacrifice and spend his time alone while you tried to recover.

- When you’re feeling too weak to make a meal, or walk to the bathroom, Axl would help you, but then he’d immediately take a shower and scrub off the bacteria. Most of the time you felt he was being dramatic. But for Axl it was another precaution he had to take…just in case.

Duff McKagan:

(sad scenario)

- Similar to Axl, Duff notices your change in demeanor, and asks you what’s wrong. When you don’t want to tell him he’ll hold you in a tight embrace which sometimes brings you to tears, depending on how sensitive and emotional you were in the moment. Duff lets you bawl it out while he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Once he hears your crying subside, he’ll pull you away to have a better look at your face, and wipe away the tear streaks with his thumb. “Bad day?”

- You nod. Whenever you got like this Duff never forces you to tell him how you got to this point. He lets you have some space and waits until you’re ready, on your own terms, to inform him about it. He also understands if the topic might be too painful to discuss. It could be days or it could be months. But Duff is never impatient and would until the end of time to hear, from you, what made you depressed, literally!

- I have an idea,” he states.

- “I don’t feel like going out…” You groan, knowing full well Duff takes you to a bar to drink your feelings away. “It’ll just make me more depressed, babe.”

- He shakes his head. “Only if you don’t have the right drink. Trust me. I know what’ll make you perk up. Besides, it’s better than moping around the house, drowning in your sorrows. You either drown it or you let it drown you.” That was always the advice he gave you whenever you refused, and it worked like a charm. Every single time.

- Duff would take you to his favorite bar and, after putting enough strong alcoholic beverages in you, he’d see your demeanor change by noticing how much more bubbly you became, and how your cheeks were rosy again instead of being drained of color from the sadness.

- You two would have the best time together. Duff would then take your drunken state home and make love on the bed. You’d usually wake up the next day with a hangover, and seeing clothes from last night strewn across the floor, but it was worth it. You might’ve not remembered the night, but you knew it was one hell of a good time. And that would make your depression eat dirt.

(injured scenario)

- Duff sometimes mistook some new bruises on your body for his hickeys or roughhousing. “Fuck, baby. Did I bite you that hard…?”

- When you assure Duff it wasn’t because of him, he’s relieved…but then he becomes protective and assumes another man hit or touched you. “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch, I swear!” He grabs a baseball bat and is ready to head out the door, not really knowing where he’s going but he doesn’t care. The rage is fueling him to whack somebody upside the head.

- When you get in front of him and take the bat away you have to scold him and tell him nobody harmed you. “Relax! I accidently hit my elbow on the wall, doofus! Or should I say ‘duffus?’”

- He chuckles at the nickname. “Okay, I’m sorry.” He presses a kiss to your bruise and you instantly believe his kisses will make your bruise and the pain go away. He does this with every bruise, no matter how big or small, or how purple or green it appeared. He wanted your body clear as a canvas and the only marks to inhabit it would be his lovebites.

- However, when your body has scratches or an injury that requires a bandaid, Duff will clean it and bandage it with care. “How’d you get that one, honey?”

- You’ll be honest and tell him it was a paper cut, or you accidently scratched yourself with your nails, or you fell, etc. He’s just glad nobody was harming his girl behind his back.

(sick scenario)

- When you’re sick, or feeling slightly under the weather, Duff turns into your own personal caretaker to make sure you have a steadfast recovery.

- If you have a fever, he’ll take your temperature. Then, depending if you’re experiencing chills or a heat flash, he’ll place either a warm or cold washcloth over your forehead, or wrap a heating blanket around your body. A lot of times he’ll wrap you in his arms and cuddle you for however long you need him.

- He’ll give you medication when it is time and check up on you often. If you request something, like a beverage or a snack, Duff will gladly bring it to you, sometimes on a tray.

- He doesn’t mind getting close to you when you’re sick. He could care less if the bacteria affected him. In fact, he’d prefer it that way since you two could battle it together. For instance, if you’re coughing or sneezing, he won’t turn into a germaphobe and clean every interior of the house or wear a mask so he doesn’t breathe in the virus.

- When you have the flu and are puking in the bathroom, Duff will comfort you, and pull your hair back so vomit doesn’t catch on your strands. Once you’re leaning next to the toilet he’ll make small talk to distract you from your upset stomach. “You look hot for a sick kitty,” he’d note.

- You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Whatever. My breath is all pukey.” You frowned, whining a little. “I can’t even kiss you.” Your complaint didn’t stop Duff from pulling your face closer and pressing your lips together with his.

- “I don’t mind,” he said. And it was true, he didn’t care.

- Afterwards, he’ll bring you to the couch and serve you some crackers with a soda, preferably Sprite. “The bubbles will help your tummy.” He counseled.

- You huffed, “I hate bland food…”

- “I know, baby. Just for a few days and then I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant.”

- That was the other part. Once you’ve conquered any type of sickness, Duff would take you out to eat, and spend some quality time with you to make up the loss that you spent inside the house, bedridden.

Taglist: @hollywoodroses, @axlsyndrome, and @nenynra

Side-note: if anybody wants to be added on my taglist for certain eras/characters, let me know!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Demons always stick together||

Hi there. I'm going to try writing some random drabbles but I will say I'm doing more okay so I hope you are okay with another one. This is for my friend but the idea involves one of her Au’s for it. So, Lets get on with it.

~~Drabble short summary~~

It's been a few days since the recent attempts of kidnappings of the kids of the fractions. So they decided to come together for a meeting to try figuring a plan out. And to maybe push the event of training them. However, the kids were nervous about this but worried about one of their friends. How was Abi taking all this? Well, read to find out.

||Warning||

~Swearing might be present in this drabble

~Slight trauma memory will be present in this

~Angry demon parents will be present

~~Guests in this Drabble~~

The fractions like the DBT and others belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

While some of the fractions belong to me as well. This also goes for the devils since some belong to us both as well that might be mentioned in this.

~Young adults and Demon royals AU also belongs to Demon mun so everyone is young adults in this one and some are older teenagers. But you will see in the drabble.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

It's been a few days since the last attempt of kidnappers trying to take two of the kids again. However, they were taken care of but in a more different way. Right now, the parents were having a meeting about this but they were worried about their children.

"So that's what is going on right now. After all this, I think they are getting worse. Even that asshole Bradley is getting worse too. For now, they decided to talk about it. Even the grand devils didn't like what was going on.

'So what are you all going to do? How are our grand kids? Are they..' Ink sighed looking at her father along with seeing the other devils there. They were all worried about their grandchildren right now even after the scary events. However, they were trying to keep a worried yet angry Lyilu and Yen-Lo-Wang who was furious at this fools for harming and scaring the grand children.

"They are okay. Most of them were scared but they are alright. However, Jaron and Melinda are worried about Abigail and Benjamin after being taken last week." she said with eyes closed but Ink didn't like when others would try harming the kids and that included her own six little drakes.

"Right now, we are trying to figure out what we can do to work this out. However, we need to try to help them. We have to train them in using their powers to keep those jerks from trying to harm them." Maggie said even worried of her son. T-bone rubs her back worried of their son and yet he was angry deep because of it.

'We understand. Though, we can offer help if needed be. They are our little grand children to be sure they are safe.' Goa was silent but she was also furious with these fools after what happened to Rosa. She knew she was still upset about that and she was angry for who dares harm her little grand baby.

"Everyone, lets calm down. I know this is upsetting for everyone but we have to be there for our grandchildren and our heirs to insure they are safe. Like Ink said, we might have to train the children to help them so this won't happen again or to use it to hide." Fosh said worried about his and Mouse's little girl, Izzy.

'But for now, we should try to keep them safe and keep them calm. They are already scared thinking bad people are after them but they might think they are a danger and we can't have that.' Uriprayt mutters softly to the group seeing the parents quiet worried.

"............"

'Understand this, we are all worried about our grand children. Still angry about what happened and what they did right after. They should have never tried to harm the little ones but right now...we shouldn't have to have anything happen to them. That's why it's best to train them soon or when they are ready. It's best because we don't want anything happening to them...' Leonard said but he sighed to think about this with the other devils.

"Yeah, I think that might be best for now..." Vivi said while looking concerned for their daughter with Sai holding her hand to assure it was going to be okay.

'But right now, you should check on your children to be sure they are alright. I know you didn't want anything to traumatize them but even that happens in this life even with peace..' Vanity said to the groups seeing everyone quiet thinking about it. 'We will check on our grandchildren later on to insure they are safe...but you need to be with them for now...' he said.

"He's right......though, we will train them when they are more calm. Right now, they were still worried about this but knowing this they are worried.." Ink said to the others who was silent wondering.

"Though, where are the little ones?" Duke asked worried about his Nieces and nephews.

"Their in the main room......we didn't want to leave them alone but right now, they are resting up after." Ink said but she sighed, wondering of her kids. For now, they were nervous but maybe training is best.

~~~~~Meanwhile with the kids~~~~~

Everyone was getting some snacks from the guards of the six claw's grandfather. However, the kids were trying to stay calm or some trying to keep a calm conversation. However, one that was not wanting to talk was Abigail while was holding her baby brother.

After what happened, she was worried about what happened. She was also scared thinking if she did something bad. "......" Looking down at her little brother who was worried about her she only sees Ben reaching up.

"......."

"I'll be okay little brother..don't worry.." she said softly but she was not alright. She was taking it harder but she was a little one. Can you blame her?

The other kids noticed and was worried.

"Abi's been down after last week. I hope she's alright..." Mack said seeing the other kids look at him then to Abi. She still was upset right now but was looking and keeping her brother safe.

"...I can tell. I never seen her so down before...it's not healthy or maybe she's still worried about her power showing?" Airi was looking worried to her.

"It could be, Airi. I would be freaking out too if that happened to me too. Having to be face to face with scary people like that...but they were hurting her and Ben though.." Shiori said.

"Even so, those assholes are jerks even so!" Yuto said.

"True! Bastards think they know any better!" Brandon said. Even if the two were rivals, they were still willing to help their friends.

"We can understand that but again language you two." Rosa warns.

"Sorry.." Both Brandon and Yuto grumbles with arms crossed.

"Maybe right now we should try to help calm her down...she is our friend and it's not right for her to feel so scared." Atsuki mutters but he had his arms crossed to see the other kids thinking but they were nervous about what happened with them. These bad guys were really not helping even so.

During this, the other kids looked to one another but one named Kat looks to her but sighed. She goes to Abi.

"Hmm? Kat? Where are you going?" Ellie asked worried.

"Checking up on Abigail." Looking at Ellie, she turns to go to Abi to check on her. She gets to her friend, seeing the other sitting down with her baby brother who was worried about his big sister.

"...Abigail? You okay?" Kat looks to her but she didn't respond to her. "Abi?" she goes to reach for her hand to touch it.

"!?" Right away Abi felt her eyes wide to quickly stand holding her baby brother but Kat held her hand up. "Easy Abi it's me, Kat!" she said worried but that's when she sees it was to slowly calm down.

"O..Oh..s...sorry...I...."

"It's okay. I was just checking up on you. How are you holding up?" she asked and yet, Abi didn't say too much hugging her baby brother. He was whining worried about her but it tells Kat she was not okay.

"...Seems like your not okay. D..did you wanna talk somewhere so you can calm down?" Kat wanted to help her friend but Abi only sighed to look at Ben. He keeps hugging her but she looks to the side.

"I see....Hold on." She carefully looks to Benjamin.

"Hey little man. Is it okay if I talk with Abi in private for a bit?" She asked as Ben blinks to look at her. "Don't worry, we won't be gone long....is it okay?"

Ben looks to Kat before he pouts to nod. Kat being careful takes Ben from Abi's arms but she goes to let someone else hold him. She explains she wanted to talk to Abigail alone so Rosa agreed to watch him.

"Thanks Rosa."

"Of course.." she said holding Ben. With this, Kat goes back to Abi but takes her hand so they can go and talk somewhere. They wouldn't be too far but goes to another playroom to talk. When getting there, they went to sit down while Abi sits on a giant dragon bean bag chair with Kat by her.

"Okay, we can talk. It's alright good to talk about this with someone, Abi. I just wanna be sure my best friend is okay."

"........I know...It's just......." she looks down at her lap but Abigail was worried.

"You still thinking about what happened last week?" she asked seeing Abi tense. Even remembering it was not fun. She didn't like that memory but it still scared her.

"Hey, don't worry Abi we all will be okay. Those bad guys won't keep getting away with this. Our moms and dads will be sure of that." she said.

"...I..I know it's just...it's still scary. That's never happened to us before but..these bad people are trying to hurt us or worse....I..I don't understand why they are trying to harm and kidnap us. We didn't even do anything...."

"...Yeah, I don't know why either. Mommy told me some people are not always going to be nice and are mean. Even some that did that are not safe to be around...I guess it's because we are demons....." she mutters.

"....M..Maybe but...still..it was scary. Even when that bad guy was hurting Ben and I.. I don't even know what happened..due to being so angry." she said.

"Didn't you say it was because of your powers? You do have your mom and dad's powers don't you?" she asked but Abi nods her head.

"Y...Yeah, I have both of them. Grandpa told me it was something that was passed on to me just like my other grandpa told me. I'm just..worried. I didn't know how but it was when I got so mad I....it just happened." she said looking down.

"Abi...."

"I'm just scared, Kat. What if that happens again and...and I lose control of it? I am happy to be my parents daughter but..I don't want to be a danger to them." she said hugging her legs to her chest yet, Kat was worried to sigh.

"Believe me, it's not easy and it's scary true. But you shouldn't let it worry you. I know that won't happen." she said reaching to touch Abi's shoulder. She blinks to look at her but was quiet.

"I..It won't?"

"No. I remember our parents are going to train us to help us get used to our gifts. To learn about it. My parents are going to be helping me. So I know your own will do the same for you too. Right now, our parents are worried about us and I know your own is worried about you. I mean...you did see something scary and it was something you were not expecting to see." she said that Abigail looks down.

"Trust me, I know it's going to take a while to get used to getting rid of that view...but..that's why our parents want to help us." she said but Abi looks ahead again but Kat looks worried to hold her bestie to her side.

"I know this is scary right now..it's really scary for all of us. That's why our parents want to help us. Besides, we all went through being kidnapped..e..even me."

Abi blinks hearing that but looks to her in shock. "Wait..you were..." she sees Kat nod but looks ahead.

"I was kidnapped one night when my parents were sleeping in our home. Mom and dad didn't know but the guy made a lot of noise to alert my parents. They were angry seeing this but I saw that when both were worried I was taken. I went to a scary place I didn't know of and tried to get away but the bad guys kept trying to keep me. But my parents found me.." she said.

"But..i don't understand. How is this dealing with your gift?" she asked worried. Kat looks to her then ahead to sigh.

"Well, it was when that bad guy hurt me by trying to hurt me. My parents were furious but I lost it when seeing the guy hurting my parents. Then I snapped. I saw black flames surrounding me but I lost myself. My anger got to me that I well..changed." she said.

"Changed? So that means.."

To show it, Kat stood up to look at Abi before she shows some black hellish flames around her body but shows kitten ears and a tail made of her mother's flame. But their was cursed energy around her as well just like her father. This shocked Abi.

"Y..You....you.."

"Yeah; because I saw my parents get hurt...I became this. That's when I started hurting the bad guys in my rage burning them and all. However, I lost control of myself that both my parents had to do everything to calm me down. I got burns on my skin in result in that but passed out. Next thing I knew I was laying in bed by my crying mom who was worried. I was knocked out for three days. So when I woke up, she was happy and worried. Everyone else knew but daddy was happy that I was okay." She sighed but lets go of her power becoming normal again and sits by Abi again.

"You remember right?" she asked seeing Abi slowly nod.

"Y...Yeah, I was worried about my best friend I thought you were.."

"Yeah..I get that from everyone else but I was okay. I was tired yeah but after that, my parents wanted to help train me and will do so. I think your parents are worried about you Abigail. They don't want anything to happen to you and Ben. I know Ben will be trained in time but don't worry too much. Things will be alright... "she said and yet Abi looks quiet to rest her head on her friend's shoulder.

"..........So yeah, I was worried about my bestie too but don't worry....things are going to be okay Abi......." she said. "We will be alright." she said and yet Abi sighed to understand.

"I..I understand...."

"Yeah, but for now don't over think about it. Things will be okay. We are all going to watch out for one another.....nothing will break us demons apart." Kat smiled but she keeps her friend close hoping things will be alright. For now, it was okay in a way. The two kept sitting in silence for a bit before Abi breaks the silence.

"......Kat?"

"Hmm?" She looks to her friend but sees her hold her hand.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome. We can stay here for a while till your ready to head back okay?" she said seeing Abi nod her head. So the two friends were there for the time but the other kids were hearing this worried. They will be sure to tell their parents later including Abi and Ben's parents. Right now in the future, the parents will train the kids but right now, they had to be sure they were alright first.

Being a parent comes first when it comes to caring for your little ones.

[starcandybby]

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jaehyun

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idol!jaehyun x teacher!y/n, second chance romance

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enchanted @taelme a | f - wc: 23k

regency!au, viscount!jaehyun

this is for the jane austen & jaehyun girls (me). just amazing writing that makes the nct members fit this era so well

the peace in her arms @jaevie a | f | s - wc: 30k

god!jaehyun x priestess!reader

genuinely a work of art, like if any part of you likes fantasy romance, you have to read this. (also jaehyun is down bad and it’s everything)

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mark

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exes to lovers!au, bad boy!mark x good girl!reader

this fic was written with such depth and feeling- incredible writing and story. one of my favorite mark works

(this fic deals with drugs, addiction, and overdose)

[camera is rolling in 3-2-1] @toothfa-1-ry a

interview format, exes!au

such well-written angst, mark is lowkey still in love as he talks about his ex </3- so so good!!

raw @mrkis s | f - wc: 3.4k

mark and reader fuck raw for the first time

the sm*t is written so well!! mark gets nasty and it’s so hot hehehe

where do broken hearts go? @rrxnjun a | f - wc: 12k

such such a good exes-to-lovers fic. need to read if you like angst, love, and character development !!!

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renjun

can i have a hug? @cinnajun a | f - wc: 3.7k

established relationship!au, jun and reader explore a new stage of their relationship after moving in together !!

i demand everyone read this renjun fic!!!!!! it’s just written to well- i could read it over and over

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jeno

golden boy @tddyhyck f | s - wc: 4.9k

jeno takes care of his gf both outside and inside the bedroom

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haechan

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idol!haechan, established relationship!au, reader has her period </3

so so sweet if you need any haechan comfort! ultimate boyfie domestic vibes

perfect mix @luvtak f - wc: 1k

established relationship!au, they are soooooo in love, talking about their future

so so in love and haechan is the sweetest and most understanding bf- ultimate haechan comfort

himbo!haechan @hyuckmov s | f | a - wc: 13.8k

this piece genuinely genuinely altered my brain chemistry and i am now a himbo!hyuck enthusiast

if you like a himbo who is DOWN BADD and nasty, pls pls read this

(and read part2!)

8:52 am @from-izzy f - wc: 1.6k

DOMESTIC HAECHANNN enough said!! they’re in love (but suggests freaky) and the cutest family

made me melt fr, i love domestic haechan

is it casual? @jenoslutie s | a - wc: 3.3k

hyuck is toxic af but it’s hot bc it’s him. fwb but donghyuck is confusing af.

the way nabi writes hyuck is my fav

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jisung

part of the newly wed series @gyeomsweetgyeom f - wc: 1.5k

the cutest fic about newly weds jisung and reader :((

i love jisung so bad- and this fic is just so him. yall have to read it to understand

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multi-member

differences - 00s Line Series @jenonctcity

a short series for each of the 00s line dreamies

every single series is so good- you must read them all. they’re bad boys but the character development goes CRAZYY one of my favorite nct series

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Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

//

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

                        take it

                                  off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

[dropout-if]

Hi! So I love this IF but I’m curious… why do you tag some asks as something like “delete later”? You seem to do it often with a lot of asks and I’m just curious as I’m working on my own IF. Publishing makes me nervous so I’m wondering if it’s directly related to your experience…. Idk 😭

I didn't think people would even notice the tag this is honestly very funny😭💕 you guys (gn) are so cute✨

I answer and post a lot, and it really clogs up my blog. It's my own fault for not scheduling more evenly/wanting to answer everyone. So, as to make the blog prettier/more useful, the only posts I won't delete are scenarios + little drabble things + posts that are as relevant now as they'll be in a week, or a month, or six months.

It feels like this is needed because I see a lot of people's questions and scenarios repeating😅

So #delete later izzy reminder is the tag I use instead of #delete later. It doesn't mean I'll delete it next day, or next week. But I sometimes revisit the tag to delete things that I feel don't make sense without context, or that I have already repeated/answered recently.

That being said, first anon!! I wish you the best of luck with your IF^^ if you ever feel ready plsplspls share it with me because I'm very curious!

Publishing is very anxiety inducing but I promise that, in the end, it's very rewarding. People tend to be very kind. And if they're not, remember that you're writing for yourself💕 and that's all that matters.

[dranna]

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My Fics:

I won't write: underage, , noncon, incest, full on intercourse, sub reader, everyting pregnancy related, other things that make me uncomfortable

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The Boys

Homelander x reader

Milk Boy (fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive)

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Good Omens

1. Crowley & Aziraphale:

Blossoming Love through the Ages

> 2500BC> Prologue / Chapter 1

Your sweet selfishness (hurt/comfort, feeling of worthlessness, none (?))

Aziraphale's Return (angst/hurt/comfort, happy ending)

Longing (hurt/no comfort, heartbreak)

The Fallen Star (sad with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, fallen Crowley)

2. Furfur & reader

The Deer fell in love (romantic fluff, gender neutral reader )

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Taskmaster - Taskhusbands

The Keeper of Words and Writer of Lights (nothing but fluff)

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Severus Snape

1. Snape & Reader

I Treasure both Swans and Dungeon Bats (poem)

Tragicomedy (poem)

You are a beautiful piece of art

My last letter

2. Snape & Lucius:

Comfort in the Dark

3. Drabbles, Headcanons and character studies

What’s the point?

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Ken (Barbie 2023)

Movie Night with Ken (fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, gender neutral reader)

Doubt (fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, sobbing, gender neutral reader)

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Our Flag Means Death

1. Ed & Stede: Sinking (very short, sad with happy ending, fluff, merman Stede)

2. Izzy Hands: A Suprisingly Beautiful Voice (fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, overwhelmed Izzy, spoilers for ofmd s2e6)

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[goayda]

After the Party

This was supposed to be a short Stizzy drabble, a sequel to my already short fic about Izzy's birthday (link here), but it got a bit out of hand. Anyway, I just wanted to prove everybody that the fic was Stizzy, as I said. Because it was. It was just too subtle, it's not as if it was all in my head and I forgot to actually write it into the story *coughs*

So Stizzy fic, set right after 'Happy Birthday, Izzy'. As usual, no warnings needed.

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When the party was finally over Stede helped Izzy to carry all his presents to his room.

Just as they reached the door, Stede smiled and leaned down to kiss him thoroughly and Izzy, who had been waiting the whole party to do just that, returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm.

Izzy was grateful to Stede for understanding he wasn’t ready to show affection in front of the crew, even though he was mostly sure they all already knew about them. Still, whenever he spent the night in the captain’s cabin Izzy kept going back to his room before dawn, but he wasn’t completely sure why he did it. To keep appearances in front of the crew? Or to keep pretending this was still a casual arrangement between two lonely men?

They eventually broke apart for air and then finally walked into Izzy’s room. Once inside Izzy truly noticed for the first time that the place was quite small, something that Stede had complained about many times before, but until then Izzy had always disregarded his comments without giving them much thought.

He had never needed much space since he had never owned many things that were important enough to be kept around. Actually, having his own room was a privilege that he had only earned after many years of fighting and surviving at the sea by Edward’s side and it was a luxury that not many had so it shouldn’t matter if it wasn’t too big, he thought.

Now, after taking a look around he felt the place was a bit… crowded. The problem was not only the presents he had got that day, it was the many things that had somehow made their way into his room in the last months.

There was a shaving kit on the table beside the basin, with a razor and brush that were ridiculously ornate, but the blade was good and it was something that Stede had proudly chosen for him from the spoils of their first successful raid so he had kept it. They were useful things after all.

Above these, on the wall there was a mirror, bigger than Izzy would need, but Wee John had given it to him with a wink and well, his mirror had already a crack on it so Izzy guessed there was no point in waiting until it would break completely and then rush to find a new one so he had accepted it with a nod.

On the shelf, aside from his usual tools for sharpening the blades and the ointments Roach had given him to help when his stump hurt, now there were a few books he had borrowed from Stede’s new and slowly growing library. He had said Izzy could pick any of them to read, even though he had insisted the lighting in Izzy’s room couldn’t be very good and that he was more than welcome to do some reading in the captain’s quarters any time he wanted. Izzy had eventually borrowed one or two, or well, maybe three or four, and somehow he had forgotten to give back some of them.

Pete had added some wooden hooks to the wall by the door where he could hang his clothes instead of dropping them on the only chair in the room every night, but the chair wasn’t empty either since there was a big spare blanket neatly folded on it because Stede had complained that Izzy only having a thin, old rag in his room was ridiculous and had given the first mate the softest blanket he had ever seen. It was usually there on the chair, because really Izzy was doing just fine with his old blanket, but occasionally, when Stede decided to stay the night, they would wrap themselves in it, mostly so neither of them would fall off the tiny bed during the night.

There were other things around, Izzy noticed, and there weren’t many places where he could put the presents so he simply let them drop unceremoniously on the bed, but Stede, who was carrying the sword still wrapped in the silk ribbon, stood in the middle of the room looking around with a frown.

“I thought you could hang the sword on your wall, but I don’t see where exactly,” he said. “This place is really cramped.”

So Stede had realized it was a decorative sword, Izzy thought with relief. The man was doing much better lately, but sometimes he still showed a shocking lack of skills for a pirate that Izzy thought was quite dangerous.

“Maybe-maybe you could, I don’t know, move to a bigger room,” Stede added.

That was said in a nonchalant tone that was almost convincing, but Izzy’s eyes had immediately noticed the tightness on his jaw and the way Stede was clearly avoiding making eye-contact with him at any cost.

“Actually, there’s plenty of room on the walls of my cabin to hang your present,” Stede said then. “And the bed is much bigger anyway…”

Stede finally turned to look straight at him and Izzy could notice the blush slowly turning his cheeks a light shade of pink.

Stede simply looked at him and waited, but Izzy could only stare back at him, still trying to wrap his head around those words. Stede was asking him to live in the captain’s quarters, that much was clear, but Izzy’s shocked mind apparently couldn’t move past that thought.

Stede started fidgeting with the ribbon under Izzy’s blank stare. He bit his lower lip nervously, still waiting, but eventually he cleared his throat and averted his gaze again.

“But this place is nice too, of course. You don’t have to move if you don’t want to,” Stede said, deflating. “It was just an idea.”

He hesitated for a moment and then left the sword carefully on the table and when he turned around to look at Izzy again he was clearly struggling to keep a smile on his face. He didn’t look angry, though, he looked just sad, and that, Izzy realized, was much worse.

“I’ll think about it,” Izzy heard himself saying.

And he meant it. He was too old and too stubborn to jump blindly into new things and they both knew it, but he wasn’t as scared of showing his feelings as he once was. Or so he hoped.

Stede’s smile broadened and Izzy let out a sigh of relief.

“Of course, dear, take the time you need,” Stede said softly. “There’s no rush.”

Stede’s expression was caring and honest and Izzy started thinking that it was probably going to be the easiest decision of his life. But that wasn’t going to happen that night, because it was still his birthday and he was going to allow himself to be greedy.

Izzy smiled at Stede, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. And then another one. And then another one…

[joshbruh10x]

Ok first how long have you shipped Fazcule

second did freddy and Bonnie see Monty at the same time and go " yup he's ours now" or did one fall then the other,

Thirdly did you ever write out or draw out how that kind of relationship affects the game or does it exist separately

And finally ( sorry it's long) I have a dumb, probably not funny doodle comic idea I'd like to draw and it would cross over our characters so I'm asking for permission to draw your characters totally fine if you rather I didn't

Oh my asks about the Fazcule <:0

It's been a while!!!

(warning, very stupid long rant, I didn't realize how long I've written, oh dear god I'm so sorry)

Ok firstly, when I went to Tumblr with the help of @lmaojune (hi bestie if you see this). I was completely blind to the fandom, I used to be in a Pokemon Amino and posted whatever, what're aus? What're fics? Ships? Didn't know em. Then saw all the Monteddy art and was like y'know what? Why not draw them. Then it dawned on me I could basically draw anything I wanted , didn't matter how goofy (yes it took me that long to realize, I was a very serious artist back in Amino). Not long, I saw everyone's Glamrock Fronnie, as a Monty enthusiast I was like NOOOO HE WAS LEFT OUT :( but then I stumbled upon other people's art with Monty and Bonnie, I've read so much fics about them being enemies or fics where Bonnie's the abusive partner of either Monty or Freddy but I didn't see him as how I see him today (the sweet idiot hornball). Then I started drawing Bonnie more but then I saw Izzy (holidayturkeyy who which I will NOT tag I do not need them seeing this rant guys, pls save me the humility) and their idea of a polycule with the three guys, polycule and Fazbear? BOOM FAZCULE (also it's a reason I don't call the ship Gatorbearbun, I think that derived from Twitter? The hellscape land of musk :> /hj), and THE ART WAS TOO SWEET I COULDNT KVMDKDLS then dots aligned and I got hooked. Sorry for the long answer but to cut this short, I've been shipping them ever since I've discovered the ship's exsistance, that being like 2 years ago already (geez time is fast)

Secondly, yeah that was my first impression of the ship, Freddy and Bonnie are ogs and they find this new guy they both really like so they were both like YEAHHHHH we'll just uhhh talk to him. And then they started to become a polycule. Although I did have ideas back then where Bonnie and Monty drag Freddy into their relationship. This is actually canon to the TOH au me and June share.

Third, yes actually! If you go to AO3 and see my Fazcule Drabbles (short Fazcule Oneshots which I have yet to update lcsmdmldnfk), multiple times have I mentioned about the effects of a polycule relationship to their modern lives, I'm about to do the same thing with a new fic series I am about to write (still on break from writing lol)

And lastly HELL TO THE YES I WOULD FRICKIN LOVE THAT And I've mentioned it before, I WOULD LOVE FANART/IF SOMEONE WERE TO USE MY CHARACTERS/IDEAS

I don't see anything wrong with it (unless people yoink my art and claim it as theirs, ya know those kinda stuff)

Sorry for the long rant lmao :p