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Trafalgar Law and his rare friendships (Law and closeness series part 4)

Let's venture into less explored territory. And we will start with no one else but our beloved Kinemon!

They met at Punk Hazard, Kinemon doing some rampage and Law was sent by Caesar to stop him. At first he cut him up into three pieces apparently, but I think Kin is colorizing here a lot.

Because let's take a look at his awesome feats. He might be cut into pieces, but he's still a decent threat despite that! I think Law started by cutting Kinemon in half, then got surprised he still tried to fight him, and then he cut off his head as well only to realize that even the head alone is probably bouncing around as well! So he caught it, but in the meantime the legs already run somewhere else and the torso escaped Law on his way back to lab somehow which is where Brook finds it later. And Law was probably like "screw it, I don't have time for this" and left it be for now. But I bet it wasn't "letting his torso to rot, and feed legs to wild beasts" like Kinemon claims. After all his legs turned out to be just fine lol. And we know by now that Kin's legs just run off on their own aimlessly, so this is probably what actually happened.

And this is how Strawhats find Kin. I guess Kinemon was still causing a lot of trouble despite being only a head. Maybe he tried to bite Law? Anyway, he must have been really *mad* to cut him up into that many tiny pieces. I think Kinemon was behaving like a little shit. It's important to mention Law never did that to anyone else before.

And he attempts to do the same to Tashigi who is also trying to bounce around while being cut in half.

Yeah, Kinemon and Law started off on a great note there. But I think Kin earned Law's respect for that, because this is probably what Kin shouted at him while being cut into smaller and smaller pieces:

And Law shoved his head into some closed off room, instead of giving it to Caesar. I think he was trying to spare him and hoping he can restore him back later on.

As soon as they both end up on Strawhats ship, Kinemon already treats Law with respect! It's no longer "that warlord" but "Law-dono".

It seems that despite what Kinemon says, Law actually earned his respect back there already. He even tried to catch his name or the title to know who he is.

It's so sweet he's already asking Law to give him a ride to Zou and before he can get an answer Luffy butts-in haha.

He's always listening carefully to Law's plan in Dressrosa and keeps closely with his assigned group. And yes, it's implied that Law was the one who strategically seperated the groups.

Kin is the first one to raise a concern to stick to the plan and not waste any time. He understands the stakes but won't venture off on his own, instead making sure the whole group knows what to do. That's because they left before Law finished going over the plan again. Kinemon took it on himself to make sure "they got the memo", so to speak.

Kin's also the one who seems most worried about Law, probably because when he almost rescued him he realized in what kind of terrible state he was. "Answer me!!" there is a lot of concern there he didn't show for any of the Strawhats yet, but he did for Law.

His idea to distract and cause some chaos by disguising himself was also something Law would approve of.

On Barto's ship Kin is already taking care of the dangers ahead of others, because he's aware his friends are still recoving from their injuries.

Kinemon never forgets that Strawhats and Law are in alliance and are two seperate crews. He asks Law specifically for help as well, clearly surprising him with that request. Kin's amazement seems to be very genuine and he is very polite in how he asks for help.

And then alliance happens, they bump fists together I bet Law must have braced himself for it and Luffy declares "Being in alliance means we're friends!". This is the moment Luffy defines what Kinemon and Law's relationship is supposed to be from now on: friendship. And of course Law is annoyed about that, it should be up to him to decide stuff like that! Luffy doesn't care though, pushing Law's boundaries further for him.

Law already takes on his role in the alliance, assuring Kin they will be safe in his submarine and no one will be able to suddenly attack them on his watch. Now this is a turn of 180 degrees, Law takes them as his own personal responsibility from now on, gives emotional reassurance and basically saying "count on me" but with different words. He already succumbed to the fate Luffy bestowed upon him.

And take a look at this. There is team Luffy, team Nekomamushi, Team Inuarashi and Team Kinemon. Do you know what that means? Yes, Law handed the leadership over the group to Kinemon! Meanwhile himself taking the role of a support and protection. And this trend will continue all the way in Wano as well.

Apparently he visited Kinemon at the castle ruins every single day. Most likely worried about his health condition.

Law apologized immediately to Kinemon the moment the other asks what's going on. Even takes the blame for himself, but also takes extra time to reassure Kin that his part of the plan is unaffected and no one knows about the samurais. I think it's implied again that it was Law who seperated the tasks in each group meanwhile taking a supervisor role himself. He told Kinemon to find Akazaya samurais and they had a whole operation going on in the background with gathering supplies of weapons and food, bit by bit, while officially putting the blame on some third party. Knowing Kinemon he wouldn't be smart enough to think of it this way, so Law at the very least helped him organize stuff. Besides we don't see Kinemon running around and making sure everything works out: that's Law actually, checking up with all the groups and resolving any potential crisis situations (like when he warned Sanji of trouble and took it on himself to lead the whole group to safety). Besides we have Sanji's words for proof when Law apologized to Kinemon: "What kind of shoddy operation are you running, Law?!" which is pretty direct in pointing out who the actual mastermind is behind the Wano's battle.

Seeing how Kin also wasn't the smartest at reading the coded picture message about the raid, I think it was originally Law's idea as well that the message should be some sort of code only people involved would understand. The raid picture also mentions meeting up at a port specifically, and that seems to be a reoccuring point plan in every of Law's plans ever since Rocky PORT Incident. Even in Dressrosa and Punk Hazard the chosen meeting points for all seperated groups were told to be specific ports.

When it turns out there was a traitor in the midst of their core team, it's Law who seems to have taken it on himself to dig up information from Hawkins. Interestingly enough every last samurai arrives for the raid despite that every single bridge in the country had been destroyed. I have no evidence but I think it's likely Law helped all those people travel to the "true" meeting spot. After all we didn't see him for days before the raid, and while many fans believed Law turned into a snitch, the raid itself denies it: Law was from the very beginning to the very end on the alliance's side. But then why didn't he take credit for what he did to make the raid a success? Well, he didn't take any credit at all before either, giving it all to Kinemon, so why would he start to take it for himself suddenly?

Here Law rescues the samurais, scolding them for underestimating the sea. Doesn't it look similar to you? Law is rising them up just like Oden did on his execution day. This symbolically proves Law is the actual person carrying the whole battle operation on his back. Just like his full name, Trafalgar Waterloo, should have hinted us all along. His reactions to all the others discussing what's happening are also very telling - Law's the only one not surprised that samurais aren't there yet, that there is a traitor, not even surprised that Kid is there. But he is taken aback about news of Big Mom and Jinbei, because that's some wild cards he didn't know anything about before.

Even though Law protests his submarine isn't samurais garrison, it's pretty clear who samurais themselves think runs their plan in reality. And worthy to notice here: Law no longer calls Kinemon by his full name. It's "Kin" from now on. And how many people did we ever see Law using such an affectionate name for before? With him you're either "something-ya" or a full name basis. Kin is literally the only exception. You can't see it as anything else but affectionate. Throughout Wano they became really close friends.

And of course Law saves Kinemon's skin by coming up with a backup plan on the fly and even decides he will carry the samurais to the back entrance of the island on his submarine. He also allows Kinemon to take the full credit, not really expecting any gratitude. He just sits there in the background, letting others take the spotlight.

And this is a good moment to remind us of what Sengoku told Law about love. It should be unconditional, which means you don't expect anything in return for your help. Law usually operates on "favour for a favour" basis or impersonal alliance level. But in this "alliance" he doesn't even want the credit, doesn't expect anything in return, and breaks his own rule of not calling people in affectionate ways. And does he even get anything for himself from this alliance besides the rise in his own bounty?

Imo there's only one possible conclusion here: Law accepted the condition of the alliance Luffy set up all the way back in Zou, it's supposed to be a friendship. Law indeed fullfilled that condition, he truly became friends with Kin. Of course he still wouldn't admit openly that they're friends, but like always with Law, we need to actually look at his actions and subtext. This friendship wouldn't have happened if friendship with Luffy didn't happen first! After the raid Law doesn't stay at the shogun's palace and instead stays with the ships at the port, but I bet you anything Kinemon ran to him at least once to tell him how grateful he was for his help.

So that's one confirmed friendship of Law we see in the series (besides the one he has with Luffy, but I elaborated on that one all the way back in part 2). The other friendships we can see in the series is that with Bepo, Penguin and Shachi, and Wolf in Law's novel. We know that Law created Hearts Pirates together with them, he doesn't consider Hearts to be his own creation, it's theirs as much as it's Law's. That friendship started off on a sour ground, Penguin and Shachi were bullying Bepo and Law saved him. But they quickly became friends and Law's strength and attitude earned their deepest respect. Penguin and Shachi sometimes allow themselves very cheeky comments ("Captain! You're so sexy now!"), they're also slightly older than him, but despite that they have really big respect for Law and always listen to him, despite sometimes complaining ("Captain got carried away" or "stop him Bepo!!"). They know each other well and as teens they spent a lot of late nights just talking together. They would sacrifice their lives for Law and Law would do the same for them, but he's also not beyond sending them to safety instead and taking all the risk on himself. They often shower Law in compliments, almost like they know he has low self-esteem, but then they know him for 13 years already, of course they would be best friends at this point and know that stuff about him (about his touching trauma probably as well).

Bepo is the only one privileaged with any physical affection, he is Law's safe haven, the last one he allowed himself to keep. The main Hearts also know of Law's past and his full name, as well as the fact he is a D. Of course they also started doing those silly power rangers-like poses when Law introduces his crew and I bet you anything it's a nod to Sora Warrior of the Sea. They're all fanboying the comics together. Law is probably slightly more affectionate with his Hearts than anyone else (which in this case means he allows himself to be a bit more open, but he still keeps some distance from them), but we can see he still acts like a leader for them, trying his best to earn the respect he received. But we also see him worrying about Bepo a lot in Wano when the mink ate a poisoned fish. He almost threw his own raid plan out of the window just because Bepo asked to not leave him alone; clearly they are his firstmost priority. Too bad we don't have that many of their interactions to analyze.

And then we have his friendship with the old man Wolf, inventor from North Blue, who took Law in (spoilers ahead for Law's novel!). At first their relations are mostly "favour for a favour" kind, something that Law knows well because he tends to operate on same basis. So, Law is allowed to stay at Wolf's place if he finds a job and helps with chores and testing the inventions. They take turns preparing the meals. Everything changes when Wolf has an unfortunate accident and Law saves his life. Wolf then asks for a friendship and Law thinks to himself that he can't really refuse a request from someone who doesn't usually do "friendships", he feels honoured with that trust. Wolf still acts as their mentor but it feels more like they became a family. Law is very grateful to Wolf for standing in defense of Penguin and Shachi. Wolf is also the one who teaches young Law how to be a captain and puts it into his head that he needs to take responsibility at all times. In general Wolf acts rather cold and rough, but always shows a kind heart when any of them needs it, and I bet Law took on his habits because that feels a lot like how Law himself acts on many occassions.

Wolf definitely became some sort of a rolemodel for him, but there were also few occassions when Law allowed himself to say some really spoiled and cheeky things to him (like: you do the dishes from now on). Law also helps Wolf make a tough decision: to resign from taking responsibility for his son's actions and not to kill him with his own hands, he literally stops his effort by saying "Family shouldn't kill each other". At the end Wolf gives them a partying gift: a yellow submarine, and encourages Law to go out to seas to look for freedom and experience life as he wants. Even 3 years later both of them think of each other fondly, implying that maybe one day Heart Pirates will return to share stories about their adventures.

That's all the canon provides us. Law generally keeps to himself, but in Law's novel he doesn't seem to have any problem to make friendships, every person he saves becomes eventually his friend, which really gives one more argument that there's no way Luffy would be the exception to that rule. But it becomes clear that the older Law gets the more reserved he becomes and doesn't seek out friendships. He probably wouldn't have perceived Kinemon as his friend if not for the condition of the alliance Luffy applied. And this begs to ask about the elephant in the room: why? Why is he that reserved and why did he allow himself to accept Kinemon as friend in the end? I think he felt it's okay to become friends with Kinemon, because he's a samurai thrugh and through. Even if they win and Kin lives, Law would leave Wano and probably never see him again. I guess that made the decision easier on him to some degree.

I have some ideas about possible reasons why Law avoids any new friendships or affectionate bonds with people and instead tries as much as he can to keep it impersonal. He clearly can be a caring and dedicated friend and I don't think his trauma is the only reason why he avoids people. Because there's no reason anymore (after defeating Doffy and Kaido) to not openly admit he made new friends. I will take a closer look at his possible reasons in the next post.

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Aim for the Sky Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't help himself. When he sees cute things for his baby, he buys them. When he craves you as much as you crave him, he makes a complete mess in the garage. Pregnancy bliss is taking his domestic bliss to a new level as he tries to plan the perfect first anniversary outing.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, cum play, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

"What are all these boxes from?"

Your husband clearly didn't hear you come in from work by the look of things. He was still in his flight suit, desperately emptying cardboard box after cardboard box onto the dining room table. When he turned toward you, his eyes were wide like you'd just caught him doing something he shouldn't be. "I have no idea," he said, quickly picking up a smaller one and rushing your way. "This one has your name on it."

You were still trying to look past him into the dining room while he actively blocked you. "Are you joking right now? Oh my god, you went on a shopping spree!"

His cheeks were tinted pink, and he looked like he was going to burst at the seams as he blurted out, "It's for the Nugget!"

"When did you even have time to buy it?" you asked in exasperation. "You just got home on Friday!"

He was raking his fingers through his hair. "There was a special on two-day shipping, and as soon as we found out it's a girl, I started adding things to my shopping cart."

His gaze was sweet and earnest, but you chucked the box you were holding and ducked around him before he could stop you. Then you gasped. There was baby clothing, a folded up pack 'n play, bibs, bottles, and a baby carrier all spread out on the table.

"Do I need to take your credit card away?" you asked him, but even you weren't immune to the little pink onesie that said Daddy's Co-pilot.

"I can behave," he promised. "I'm just excited."

You groaned and looked at his face as he picked up the baby carrier. It was impossible to be annoyed with him right now, and at least it was a bunch of things you were going to need. You nodded toward the hallway and asked, "Do you want to start getting the nursery ready in a few weeks?"

Suddenly you were pinned up against the side of the piano with the carrier pressed between your body and his while he kissed you senseless. "Yes," he whispered against your lips. "Please. Pastel airplanes and clouds." He had mentioned it so many times, you already knew he was still thinking about it. 

"Anything you want."

He kissed you one last time and said, "I want my little girl to have the cutest nursery ever, and I want my wife to still agree to cook me dinner after she sees the credit card bill."

Your stomach started growling at the mention of food. "I'm starving," you admitted. "Clean everything up, and I'll work on dinner."

He sprang into action while you unbuttoned your uniform shirt which was way too snug now. You even unbuttoned your pants. You started heating up the chicken casserole that you made and froze while Bradley was deployed before cutting open the box that arrived with your name on it. You already knew what was in it, but you still cringed when you saw it.

The United States Navy maternity uniform was one of the ugliest articles of clothing you'd ever seen in your entire life. You looked out the window at the partially built playset in the backyard and whispered, "You're lucky I love you, little Nugget. Because now I have to wear a weird tent to work for the next four months."

It was too ugly to think about right now. Your stomach was growling relentlessly, so you cut up some carrot sticks and poured out a little bit of the hot sauce you brought back with you from dinner in Del Mar last night. "Mmm, that's so fucking good," you groaned, biting into a carrot stick you dipped into the sauce. You cut up another carrot into sticks and tried to get them as saturated as you could before eating them.

The baby was moving around a lot now as you ate your snack. "Jesus," Bradley grunted, and you turned to see that he had changed into some gym clothes.

"Want some?" you asked, as you dipped more into the hot sauce. A drop landed on your chest above your bra before it made it to your mouth, and Bradley was there to lick it up in an instant.

"Is this some sort of pregnancy craving?" he asked, and you smiled as you fed him the carrot stick. "And are you going to eat in your bra all the time now?"

"Why? Do you like it or something?"

He gave you a stern look and ran his thumb over your lace covered nipple. "Come on, Sweetheart. Your tits make me hard on a regular day, but right now they are doing a little something extra, and you know it."

"My favorite bra barely fits right now," you informed him as you reached for another carrot. "And my maternity uniform arrived." But you could tell he was hardly listening now as he kissed along your bra strap while the kitchen timer told you dinner was ready. "I could model it for you after we eat."

"Absolutely," he whispered as Tramp trotted in, ready to be fed too. They both gave you puppy eyes until they had their food in front of them. Bradley pulled you down onto his lap and offered to share his plate of dinner with you, but you mostly ate the carrot sticks. You were almost tempted to drink some of the hot sauce, so yes, this probably was a pregnancy craving. What you really wanted was to dip some marshmallows into it...

"Baby Girl, I'm going to go work out in the garage," Bradley said, pulling you from your food fantasy. He rubbed his hand along your bare belly and up to your breasts. "Meet me out there if you want. I'll clean the kitchen later."

You watched him slip out the sliding glass door and head for the garage. In fifteen minutes, he would be all sweaty. His skin would be slick to the touch. He would taste incredible. Yeah, you were obviously going to go meet him out there. In the meantime, you should probably try on your maternity uniform. 

You wrinkled your nose as you carried it to your bedroom. The pants were nice and stretchy, and they felt comfortable. The shirt had ample room for your belly, and it would definitely accommodate you in your third trimester as well. "Let's have a look," you said to your daughter, but when you glanced in the mirror, you gasped. "Fuck!"

Oh, it was so much worse than you imagined it would be. You laughed to keep from crying as you tried to come to terms with this khaki monstrosity. Your butt looked weird, and there was just so much fabric. You tried to tuck the shirt in, but somehow that was worse. 

After you slipped some shoes on, you made the trek out to the garage and stood in the open doorway, admiring your husband for a few minutes while he listened to his gym playlist and did some bicep curls. Then he dropped down to the mat and did fifty push ups while you tried not to moan. You almost forgot why you were there, but then he got to his feet, wiped his forehead with a towel, and jumped a bit when he finally saw you.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Bradley!" you whined. "Is it really that bad?" You knew the question was almost laughable. The answer was clearly yes. But your husband scrambled over to you with an apologetic look on his face anyway.

"You're still beautiful," he insisted, taking both of your hands in his. "I just wasn't expecting you to be wearing this... uniform."

You let him kiss you, but you rolled your eyes and said, "I'm going to have to hide in my office at work until March."

"Okay," he finally said, "it's hideous, to be sure. But I see plenty of officers wearing them on base. And if anything, you make it look a lot better than it really has any right to." Your laughter must have encouraged him, because he wrapped you up in a delightfully sweaty hug and led you to his weight bench. "Wanna watch me do lunges? I'm practicing for the Nugget."

"You're practicing?" you asked as you settled down on the narrow bench. 

He was already strapping the baby carrier around his torso and clicking it into place. Then he picked up one of his ten pound bench press weights and slipped it into place where a baby should go. You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was, but when he looked at you and lunged down into a squat, you moaned and had to press your thighs together instead.

"Yeah," he grunted. "I'm practicing for when I get to wear my little Nugget around. Actually, do you think we should be calling her Nuggette?"

Once again, his words were comical, but the way he was doing reps of lunges like he was cradling a tiny baby's head with his hand instead of a metal weight left you whimpering.

"Nuggette sounds cute, too," you told him, rubbing your belly through your hideous maternity shirt. She was squirming a bit as you said, "I don't think she's picky about what you call her, Roo. She's just very excited whenever you're around."

He lunged down one more time before getting on his knees on the mat in front of you, removing the weight from the carrier and setting it on the floor. "Is that true?" he asked as he scooted a little closer. He smelled like clean sweat, and his body was radiating heat as he started to kiss your belly through your shirt. "You love Daddy?" he asked, running his nose gently against your bump.

His fingers found the hem of your shirt and eased it up so he had full access, kissing the spot next to your belly button. You brushed his damp hair back from his forehead and moaned, "We both love Daddy."

"Hey," he whispered as he started to unbutton your shirt. "I really want to fuck you, but this thing is a mood killer."

"Bradley!"

"I'm so serious," he told you, shaking his head. "We need to get this tent off of you immediately."

"You're so rude," you said with a laugh as he finally pushed the fabric down your arms and tossed it to the floor.

"That's what I'm talking about," he grunted, unhooking your bra and tossing that aside as well. Then he was still on his knees with his mouth on your breasts, and suddenly you could barely remember your own name.

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Something about pregnancy cast a magic spell on your tits, and if left uninterrupted, Bradley could have happily sucked on them all night long. They were bigger, sure, but they were somehow a little firmer, too. And he couldn't understand it, but they were warmer and smelled so sweet. And your fucking nipples looked a bit bigger and were always furled into pretty little peaks that made his dick so hard, he could barely keep from touching himself.

He was moaning for you, on his knees in the garage while he licked and sucked to his heart's content. His left hand was stroking the underside of your breast while his right was stroking his cock in time with the way you were whining, "Brad-ley. Brad-ley." Your fingers were in his hair, and he was in absolutely no hurry to fuck you, but he was slightly afraid he was going to cum within the next few minutes.

So he carefully pushed you down onto your back on the bench and pulled those ugly as sin maternity pants off of your gorgeous body, yanked your underwear to the side, and ran his cock through your soaking wet pussy. 

"Fuck, Sweetheart." As soon as he pushed himself inside you with a little snap of his hips, your tits bounced for him. Mesmerized, he did it again. 

"Roo," you whined, trying to find something to hold onto as he fucked you a little harder with his hands cupping your bump.

"Yeah," he crooned, ramming himself deep, thankful he'd already removed the bar and the weights. "You better hang on tight."

He fucked you until you were a screaming mess, gripping the bench above your head for support. He'd never let anything happen to you or the baby, but it was delicious watching you scramble like this as he rocked the bench. The grip of your pussy as you arched your back and pressed your bump into his palms had him clenching his jaw, holding back as long as he could.

"Oh, fuck!" he shouted, pulling out of you while you were mid orgasm and shooting his load all over your belly and chest. "Jesus Christ," he panted, standing while straddling you on the bench, jerking himself off all over those tits.

You looked like you were in a daze as you reached one hand up, grasped his sensitive cock, and dragged it through the mess. Then you leaned up and kept eye contact with him while you licked his cock clean. He was literally twitching, hands folded behind his head as he stood there and let you rub his cock along your nipples again and again before setting him on your plush tongue.

He had to clear his throat a few times before he could manage to say, "I'm really happy you decided to join me for my workout."

Your pretty laughter filled the garage as he helped you sit up. Once you were dressed in his sweaty shirt with your awful uniform in your hand, he followed you out the door, across the backyard and directly to the shower.

"I don't know what happened here," he rasped, rubbing his rough hand all over your soapy tits, "but I love it."

Your eyes were closed, lips softly parted as you whispered, "I'm pretty sure it's just pregnancy boobs, Roo."

"And I'm pretty sure I've never cum quite that much before. You were fucking covered in it."

He had to kiss the smirk off your face so the two of you could finish showering and get in bed. "Hey," you murmured as you draped your arm across his chest. "You haven't read any of the Nugget notebook to me since you got home."

Bradley ran his fingers along your shoulder. "I could read some of it to you now," he whispered before reaching to get the pink and blue notebook from his nightstand. He wanted you to read it. He wanted you to know everything he wrote in there, but there was one page he didn't want you to see quite yet. "Have you thought any more about baby names?" he asked as he opened the notebook.

"A little bit," you said with a yawn. "Nothing I'm totally crazy about though."

Be breathed a sigh of relief and started reading out loud. He could wait for the perfect moment to mention it, and he thought that perfect moment might be on your anniversary.

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For the rest of the week, you absolutely refused to wear your maternity uniform to work. You wore Bradley's extra shirt instead, affixing your own insignia pins and name tag to it each morning.

"You're out of dress code," he told you for the hundredth time on Friday morning.

"I don't care," you replied as you ate a granola bar covered in mustard while you both rode to work in the blue Bronco. "If I can go one last week or two before I have to start wearing the uncomfortable tent, then that's all that matters."

Bradley laughed, and you glared playfully at him. "It's not that bad, Baby Girl. I can still get a boner with you in it."

"You could still get a boner if I was wearing a tarp."

He was quiet for a beat before he moaned and asked, "Would the tarp be the same shade of blue as the Bronco? Because yeah, I might actually like that."

"See?" you replied before popping the rest of the bar into your mouth and chewing it up. You'd been craving weird food combinations all week, and honestly the best part of your days was visiting the cafeteria where you could combine whatever you wanted into the perfect meal.

"Hey, don't forget, I won't be at lunch today," Bradley said casually. Had he mentioned that before? You weren't sure. You were starting to have bouts of forgetfulness and brain fog.

"Where are you going again?"

"Uh," he hesitated. "Well I have to go see Nicole."

Nicole was the name on the list you found in the kitchen. Something about a permit. He said he'd never met her and didn't know who she even was. "Why?"

He coasted into a parking spot as he sighed. "It's something for our anniversary. Remember?" He turned and looked at you with those big brown eyes and asked, "Can we please let this be a surprise? I've got some shit planned for that day."

Your parents weren't coming out for Thanksgiving, and the two of you weren't going to Maryland. When you called them a few days ago to let them know the baby was a girl, your mom erupted into joyous screams before starting to cry because she wasn't going to see you until Christmas. Instead, you were planning on having a quiet Thanksgiving at home in the craftsman with Jake, Cat and Jeremiah. So if Bradley wanted to plan something special for later that weekend, you didn't mind.

"Yeah. It can be a surprise, Roo." 

He looked relieved when you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and then he held your hand and walked you all the way to the elevator where he leaned in close. "I'll see you and your tits after work," he whispered, earning him a swat on the arm. He was laughing as he placed a big hand on your belly and said, "Love you, Nugget." 

Then you rode the elevator up to your office where you dipped a second granola bar into the container of maple syrup you brought with you and ate it before heading to your lab. You bumped into Maria in the hallway, and when you tried to say hi, she kept rushing by.

"I don't have time to talk," she said. "Bob keeps making me late for work."

You stood there in surprise for a second before you called out, "I mean, good for you though." Your hormones were an absolute mess, because by the time you walked into your own research lab, you were trying to get the image of Bob and Maria doing some nasty shit with his D&D dice out of your head. "Why am I like this right now?" you asked with a grimace.

"Like what?" Cat asked as you sat down next to her. "You're out of dress code." Then her expression melted as she said, "I swear you get bigger every day. You look so cute."

You opened your computer and casually asked, "You think you and Jake will have more kids?"

You were just trying to mess with her, but she cradled her face in her hands and groaned. "He wants to get married."

Your eyes went wide as you spun to face her. "Really? Do you? He's so good with Jeremiah."

"I can't," she whispered, looking around. "I'm still in so much debt. He's already paying for Jer's daycare on base now, and he's paying for a lawyer for me. If we get married, he'll try to pay off everything."

You shrugged. "So get a prenup or something. He loves you and Jer, and you cease to be a hardass now that he's around."

She started to spin away from you, obviously done indulging your antics, but then she said, "Can we keep this between the two of us?"

"Who would I even tell?" you asked as you typed your password.

"Your husband. And he'd tell Jake. And then Jake would come storming in here like a knight ready to save the day once again, and I don't want that."

She wasn't wrong, and you knew it. "Yeah, my lips are sealed. You're still coming for Thanksgiving dinner, right?"

"Just as long as you let me help you cook."

"One again, something I can't trust Bradley with," you muttered. "Deal."

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Nicole was honestly lovely. She had everything ready for Bradley to sign when he got there, and then she made some quick photocopies and sent him on his way. Perfect. The permit was in order, and now he just needed to take care of the food and figure out where to buy non-alcoholic champagne, if it even existed. But he had another full week to think about that.

When he got back to work right after lunch, he headed for the lounge to wait until he was called up by someone in the tower. The room was empty except for Nat and Bob who were eating popcorn and sleeping on the couch respectively.

"Want some?" his best friend asked, and he shoved his hand into the kernels.

"What's wrong with him?"

Nat turned to look at Bob. "Oh, he's worn out from too much sex."

"Love that for him," he muttered before shoving the popcorn into his mouth.

Nat snorted. "You're looking a little worse for the wear, too, old man."

"Am I?" he asked after he swallowed. Sometimes it was glaringly obvious that you were six years younger than him, and other times he kind of just forgot about it. But you had been a bit of a brat since the night on the weight bench. You knew now that you could use your delicious tits against him to get whatever you wanted, and you really seemed to want to get pounded into the mattress at every turn.

When Nat touched the hair at his temple, she said, "You're wearing the expression of a man who is about to be wrapped around his daughter's fingers, and you also have a few gray hairs coming in."

He'd known her long enough to be sure she wasn't joking about either of those things. When he stopped in the locker room and looked in the mirror on the way to the parking lot at the end of the day, he found that she was right. It didn't really bother him. Hell, you hadn't said a negative word about it. On the contrary, you'd kissed him right there and told him how much you loved him in bed earlier this morning. The issue was that it reminded him of his parents and how young the both were when they just stopped existing.

He pushed off from the sink forcing himself to focus on the fact that he was very much alive and very much had his wife waiting in the parking lot for him. When he found you next to his Bronco, you were in tears, and you were unbuttoning his uniform shirt which you kept insisting on wearing.

"What's wrong, Baby Girl?" he asked as he rushed to get to you, and as soon as you saw him, you flung yourself into his arms.

"I got a formal reprimand! By some random admiral!"

"For what?" he asked, even though he already knew.

You sniffed and told him, "For being out of dress code."

He waited a few seconds until you seemed a little bit calmer, and then he said, "I think this means you should start wearing the tent."

"I hate it when you're right."

He guided you around to the passenger side door and unlocked it for you. Then he let you pull his shirt off and toss it onto the seat. He didn't even ask questions as you climbed in, he just buckled your seatbelt for you and let you ride home in your bra.

The Bronco was pretty close to the house when you finally reached for his hand, and he gave it to you immediately while you pouted out the window. "Can I have a little hint?" you asked.

He stroked your soft knuckles, unsure what you were referring to. "About what, Sweetheart?"

"Our anniversary. Please? Today was so shitty, and I miss my parents, and I'm starving for grapes dipped in hot sauce, and I am pissed that I got reprimanded."

Bradley tried not to smile as he pulled into the driveway. You were always so endearing even when you were annoyed, and he was going to get you grapes and hot sauce as soon as he got you inside. "Yes, I'll give you a little hint. What do you want to know?"

He watched you unbuckle your seatbelt after he parked, and you crawled across the seat toward him, practically spilling out of your bra. As you straddled his lap and guided his hands to your bump and his sweet Nugget, you asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Bradley smiled and kissed your lips. "Back to the scene of the crime."

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Daddy Roo with some gray hairs along his temple. Sign me and BG the fuck up. The Nugget is growing nicely on her new hot sauce diet. Up next is Thanksgiving with the Seresins and the Bradshaws along with an anniversary dinner. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 5

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In Remembrance

Sam and Dean x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you’re great at drawing, but your big brothers begin to get concerned at the content of your work

Warnings: mentions of death, spoilers up until season 11

“What are you drawing?”

Dean looked up when he heard Sam question you. You’d been quiet for the past few hours, hyper focused on drawing. Dean, who had been hyper focused on drinking, wasn’t about to bother you, but Sam never passed up an opportunity to talk about feelings, it seemed. Dean knew that was why Sam had approached you.

“Joe and Ellen.”

Both brothers seemed to freeze up at the mention of the names. No one had dared speak them since…

“Can I see?” Sam’s voice was a lot more strained this time, but you didn’t seem to notice. You tilted your sketchbook towards him, and to Dean’s surprise, Sam smiled.

“Hey, that’s…that’s great.”

Curious, Dean stood to get a look.

It was the perfect image; not a morbid one of their death, but also not a fabricated one, not one where they were giggling or hugging or more overjoyed than Dean had ever really seen them. Instead, Ellen was standing at the counter of the Roadhouse, a rag in her hands as she wiped off the counters. Joe had her back partially turned as she selected music on the jukebox, but her face could still be seen.

What really stuck out to Dean was their expressions; Ellen had exasperation in her eyes—how did you draw exasperation?—but the corners of her lips were lifted ever so slightly. Joe’s expression matched her mother’s almost exactly.

It was a scene that you all had seen often when visiting the women; they’d argued about something stupid, but as soon as their backs were turned, it was obvious to anyone who knew them that they still had a deep bond. It didn’t matter how often they fought; they would always love each other more than anything.

“That’s a good one, kid,” Dean was surprised when the words he wanted to come out had to be forced past a lump in his throat.

“I just wanted to remember them.”

“Baby,” Dean stepped closer to you, his stomach twisting when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “We’re never going to forget them. Ever. I promise.”

…

This one was different.

You’d lost a lot of people over the years, but Sam and Dean knew instantly that this wasn’t the same. You and Charlie had connected almost instantly, and you’d looked up to her like a big sister.

Not to mention, you’d been with your brothers when they found her body.

Sam had had to drag you out of the room, and once they’d got you back to the bunker, you’d locked yourself in your room and hadn’t come out.

“I’m gonna bring her some food,” Sam said finally, and Dean stood.

“I’m coming.”

Sam said nothing as Dean followed him to your room, but when they knocked they got no response.

Sam slowly opened the door, and when the brothers peered inside they saw your room was empty. Dean led the way inside, seeing your bathroom door open. Both brothers shared a look when they saw you, sitting on the edge of the tub, headphones covering your ears while you sketched, occasionally glancing up to look in your mirror.

You were so focused on your drawing that you didn’t see your brothers until Dean knelt in front of you. You didn’t speak, but you put down your pencil to stare at Dean. He reached up, gently removing your headphones from your head.

“Hey, baby,” he said quietly. “How’s it going?”

You blinked, but didn’t speak.

“What’s that?” You turned your attention to Sam when he spoke, but his eyes were on your drawing.

Dean hadn’t bothered to look, assuming that you were drawing Charlie, but at Sam’s words he turned his gaze to the paper.

“You and Charlie?” He asked, looking back at you. You’d never drawn yourself before, and especially not with one of your fallen friends. “It’s nice,” he said, but Sam was frowning.

“Honey, why are you in there with Charlie?”

You were silent for so long that Dean was convinced you wouldn’t answer. But finally…

“I wanted you to have something to remember me, too.”

Dean felt his blood go cold, but he tried to keep his voice light.

“Remember you? You going somewhere we don’t know about?”

“Everybody’s going. Soon enough I’ll go too.”

“What are you talking about?” Sam knelt down next to Dean, placing his hand on your knee.

“Charlie was strong. She knew how to fight. But-but it didn’t matter.”

The brothers stiffened when you started to cry.

“Are you trying to say you think you’re gonna die?” Dean’s hand came up to grip your shoulder. You didn’t respond, and that was answer enough.

“Don’t talk like that,” Sam said.

“Hey, look at me.” Your eyes snapped to Dean when you heard his harsh tone. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you, understand me? You’re not dying, not on my watch.”

“You can’t control everything, Dean,” you whimpered. You had managed to stop crying, but Dean could still see the fear and sorrow in your eyes.

“But I’m going to control this.” His words may have been nonsensical, but there was no doubt that he meant them one hundred percent. “You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you die. You get that?”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Ok.”

You weren’t sure if you believed it, but you couldn’t help but look at your big brothers, and trust that they’d do everything they could to make it true.

To keep you safe.

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Think About Us

Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 4,609 Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Summary: Y/N struggles with the fact that she almost cheated on Chan before he left for Australia. When he comes back, their relationship goes through a series of ups and downs, forcing them to confront whether they're actually compatible.

Content Warnings: Arguments, toxic relationship, Chan lowkey uses Y/N for sex near the end, mentions of cheating, angst with a bittersweet ending, smut (unprotected sex, creampie, slight daddy kink, breeding kink if you really squint), some alcohol consumption. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know! A/N: This is part 3 to "Start of Something New?" and "Doing This Again!" If you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I definitely recommend doing that first. There will not be a part four.

Fic is under the cut.

The morning after your outing with Felix, you decided to call Chan. Sure, it was partially because you missed him, but it was also because you wanted to ease your guilty conscience by reiterating to your boyfriend how much you loved him. The second he picked up; he started apologizing profusely for losing track of time when the two of you were supposed to be on a date. When you got an opportunity to talk, you apologized too. Initially, he assumed that it was because you didn’t respond to his texts and calls and said, “Honey, I promise you that it’s ok. You were understandably mad at me.”

You decided not to correct his assumption by telling him what you almost did, instead saying, “But that’s not why I didn’t answer. I didn’t answer because I went out with Felix, and I didn’t hear my phone ring.”

“Oh, ok. Where did you go?”

“We went to a club.”

Immediately, Chan was both confused and suspicious. You had never shown an interest in clubs before, so why were you there last night? And without even telling him? He had a feeling that there was something more to what you said, but he decided not to push. Instead, he told you that he loved you before getting ready to board his long flight home.

You spent the entire time that Chan was in Australia thinking about your relationship with him. It had hurt you that he blew you off for the studio so soon after you started to see each other again. However, it was immature and petty to flirt with another guy while he was busy, and you knew that. That doesn’t mean you didn’t still go out with Felix regularly to forget about how much you missed Chan. After what happened the first time, however, you made a conscious effort to behave yourself instead of doing something you would later regret.

Chan’s time in Australia was filled with both joy and sadness. Seeing his family was a blessing, of course, and he was grateful that he had a bit of time to spend with them instead of the usual routine of being stuck on another continent working. At the same time, however, he missed you and the boys a lot. His family’s constant interest in talking about you when he told them the news didn’t exactly help matters.

Hannah was especially pleased to hear that the two of you were back together, threatening to hurt Chan if he didn’t treat you better this time. On top of his sister’s threats, his parents asked him at least once a day when you they would get to see you again. Each time they asked, he promised to talk to you about coming with him for his next visit. He could only hope for his own sake that you’d say yes.

When Chan finally came home, one of the first things he did was ask you to spend the night at the dorm with him. You happily agreed and made your way there after you got done work. Upon arriving at the dorms, however, instead of being greeted by your boyfriend, you were greeted by a concerned Felix. Before you could say a word, he pulled you into a hug and asked, “How are you doing? Is everything ok?”

“I’m alright, Lix. I’m excited to finally see Chan.”

“Are you sure that you’re alright? You’ve been acting different lately.”

“I’m ok, I promise. Thank you for checking on me, though.”

“Any time,” he said, letting you go.

You made your way through the dorm, greeting the rest of the group as you did. Changbin and Jisung smiled when they saw you, relieved that you and Chan hadn’t split up. When you saw Minho, he told you that everyone else would be leaving soon before giving you a knowing smile. You made a mental note of that as you knocked on Chan’s door.

The moment his door was open, Chan pulled you into his room and kissed you. You let out a small sigh at the feeling, ecstatic to have his lips on yours again. When he pulled away from the kiss, he held you so tightly you could barely breathe, a tranquil silence filling the room as the two of you just took in each other’s presence. You stayed that way for what felt like hours before he finally spoke, choosing to break the silence by saying, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Channie.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” he said before kissing you again. The kiss he greeted you with was soft and gentle, but this one was different. It was more desperate. That’s when you remembered that the two of you hadn’t had sex since before he left, and you couldn’t help but hope that the two of you could change that now that he was home.

Chan had been desperate to feel you the entire time he was gone, but his desperation only intensified when he came back to Korea. Now that you were back in his arms, he could hardly contain himself. As his lips moved against yours, his hands slowly made their way down to your ass. When you felt him squeeze, you let out a soft moan. God, he loved your moans. Hearing you again made it even harder to control himself. As badly as he wanted to be inside you, however he also wanted to take his time with you today. His goal was to make you want him as much as he wanted you.

Little did he know, you already did. You had been thinking about how good he would feel inside of you for weeks, and now that there was a chance to actually feel him, you could barely contain your excitement and arousal. When the feeling of need between your legs was too much to bear, you pulled away from the kiss and said, “Please fuck me, daddy.”

Before you knew it, both of you were naked, and your clothes were in a pile on the floor. Seeing all of you made the last little bit of self-control that he had fly out the window as he dragged you over to his bed. Next thing you knew, he was on top of you, carefully aligning his tip with your entrance. He slowly pushed his hips forward with a groan, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as his cock made its way into you.

Chan waited to move until he was certain you were ready and comfortable. Even when you gave him the green light to start thrusting, he started slowly. He had missed you a lot, and he wanted to savor the moment because for just a little while, nothing mattered except for you underneath him. It was one of his favorite feelings in the world, and one of the many reasons that he loved intimacy with you.

You felt like you were on cloud nine as you felt Chan start to increase the speed of his movements. He knew exactly how you liked to be touched, teased, and fucked; and every time the two of you had sex, he used his knowledge to his advantage. It honestly amazed you how well he still knew your body, especially when you spent such a long time away from each other.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Chan said with a groan.

“Feels so good, daddy. Love how it feels you fuck me.”

Chan let out a loud moan at your words and started fucking into you harder. You held onto him so tightly he was certain that there would be marks when the two of you were done. He wasn’t complaining, of course. He loved it when the two of you got rough. You loved it just as much as he did, if not more.

It didn’t take much longer for Chan to ask, “I’m close, baby. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please, please, please. Want you to fill me up, daddy.”

That was all Chan needed to hear to still inside of you, his release hitting him like a truck. Feeling him cum inside of you was all you needed to reach your own orgasm, and you came undone around him with a loud moan of his name. As you rode out your highs together, he held you close and told you what a good girl you’d been for him. After you both caught your breath, Chan carefully climbed off of you to help you clean yourself up and get dressed.

Once you were cleaned up and fully clothed, Chan grabbed your hand and pulled you back to his bed to lie down. Then he got up just long enough to get you each a glass of water. He carefully brought the two glasses back to his room, making sure you drank the entire glass before he even considered touching his. Once you did, he finished his own drink and set the glasses aside before and getting back into bed with you. Immediately after he found a comfortable position, he held you like you were going to disappear any second.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” Chan asked before kissing your head.

“I know, I love you too,” you whispered before drifting off to sleep, your boyfriend not far behind you.

When you woke up the next morning, Chan was nowhere to be found. You briefly wondered where he was, but before you could worry too much, he came back into the room with two plates filled with food. He smiled when he saw that you were awake and said, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Good morning, Channie. What’s that?”

“Breakfast. Minho cooked for everyone this morning.”

“Tell him I said thank you, please.”

“I will. Here you go,” he said, handing you one of the plates. The two of you ate in silence, choosing to just enjoy the food as well as each other’s company as you mentally prepared yourselves for the day ahead. Once you were done eating, Chan decided to ask you about what you did while he was away. You told him about all of the times that you went to the club with Felix.

“I thought you didn’t like going to clubs,” Chan said, his suspicions growing.

“So did I, but Felix suggested it and I enjoyed it more than I thought that I would.”

Chan had to admit that he was a bit jealous of your closeness with Felix. He tried not to be the possessive boyfriend that didn’t let his partner have male friends, but he couldn’t help but wonder sometimes if your bond was strictly platonic. If he had taken the time to just ask you or Felix about it, he would have immediately been reassured, and a conversation about boundaries and trust would have happened. However, Chan’s pride prevented him from telling you about how he was feeling, so he said nothing about it. Choosing to ignore his suspicions, he just said, “Hey, by the way, I do need to go to the studio in a little bit.”

“Ok, I need to leave soon for work anyway. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

The two of you got ready together to go about the rest of your day. When it was time for you to go, Chan gave you a kiss on your forehead before leaving for a studio session with Changbin and Jisung. You left shortly after to go to work. Your day was long and boring, and you texted Chan about it to complain several times. He didn’t respond to your texts, but you assumed that he was busy. When you tried to call after work, however, he still didn’t answer. You hoped that he wasn’t still at the studio, but you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was. So, you sent one more text telling him that you loved him and went about your evening at your apartment.

Three days passed without hearing from Chan. Even when you dated the first time, you never went more than 24 hours without at least a text telling you that he was ok. At this point you were worried sick, so you decided to call one of the guys to make sure that nothing bad had happened. In the end you chose to call Minho because you knew that if something had gone wrong, he would be the one most likely to be handling everything in Chan’s place.

When your name flashed on Minho’s phone as it rang, he was surprised to say the least. The two of you had never been close, so he wondered why you were calling him as opposed to Chan or Felix. Still, he picked up his phone and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, Min. Is Chan ok?”

“Yeah, he’s sitting right next to me, actually. Why?”

“I haven’t heard from him in three days.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Minho asked, the sudden anger obvious in his voice.

“I’m not trying to start a problem, I just wanted to make sure that he’s safe. We’ve never gone more than a day without talking before.”

“He is safe, and you’re not starting a problem. I’ll handle it, I promise.”

“Please don’t–”

Minho hung up before you could finish speaking and turned to Chan. Even before Minho spoke, Chan was nervous. He had heard part of the phone call, and he knew that he was going to be in trouble from the tone in his friend’s voice.

“Hey, Chan, why did (Y/N) just call me and tell me that she hasn’t heard from you in three days?”

“It has not been 3 days,” Chan mumbled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Oh my god, it’s been 3 days.”

“Make it right, Chan.” The tone in Minho’s voice as he spoke made it clear that although Chan was the leader of the group, he needed to listen to his friend.

Chan quickly called you and apologized, telling you that he had lost track of time and forgotten to reply to your texts. You didn’t really believe him, but you chose not to press the issue. After all, he was safe, and that was what mattered. He also promised to make it up to you and asked you to accompany him to your favorite restaurant for dinner that night, which significantly brightened your spirits. After you accepted his apology and his invitation, you hung up and got ready to go.

The date went better than you expected it to, if you were being honest with yourself. The entire time you were at the restaurant, Chan’s sole focus was you. It was selfish, and you knew it, but that was all that you wanted. You wanted your boyfriend to treat you like a priority instead of an option. The success of your date gave you hope that your relationship would improve.

Chan regretted not taking you on a date like this sooner after the two of you got back together. Seeing you excited was one of his favorite things, and he loved giving you excuses to get dressed up because he loved to show you off. And he would certainly be showing you off at the restaurant. You’d done your makeup in a style that was simple, but still flattered your features. Your hair was styled in an elegant updo. Sure, that was done so you could avoid looking like a mess if you left your hair down, but he didn’t need to know that. Chan’s favorite part of your look was your dress. It was a navy-blue cocktail dress that accentuated your curves perfectly. Frankly, he was in awe when you got into his car.

The date at the restaurant mostly went the way you expected, with one exception. At the end of your meal, Chan apologized to you for not texting or calling you after you left the dorm a few days before, and in general for how he’d treated you since the two of you got back together. He explained that he’d been busier than usual with Stray Kids’ upcoming comeback, and he truly did not realize how much time had passed. You wanted to be angry with him, you really did, but you really couldn’t stay mad when you saw the look of pure guilt on his face.

When Chan dropped you off at your apartment after your date, he promised you that he would treat you better. He swore to put in more effort when it came to your relationship, and he swore to prioritize you more often. You would have been lying if you’d said that you weren’t hopeful that your relationship could actually be better this time. Hearing Chan promise to be different was the exact reassurance that you needed that he still loved you.

The hope that you had when you left the restaurant barely lasted a week. To be fair, Chan did start putting in more effort when it came to your relationship. However, did that effort last? No, it did not. It took a concerningly short amount of time for him to fall back into his new habit of not responding to you for days at a time. Each time, you tried to have a conversation with him about how much it worried you when you didn’t hear from him, but he would just say that he was trying. At the end of each conversation, you found that you had less and less faith in his apparently empty promises.

The exception to that, of course, was that Chan texted you every single time he was in the mood to fuck. Whenever he was stressed about the new album or a fight with one of the other members, you were the first person he called to blow off some steam. At first, you didn’t necessarily mind it. You liked being able to help your boyfriend take his mind off of the things that bothered him, and he was good in bed after all. As the pattern continued, however, you found yourself feeling used and worthless.

You realized that something had to give on a random night when he called you to ask if he could come over. He’d been stressed about work deadlines, and he of course wanted to fuck the stress away. You told him that he could come to your apartment, and the two of you did what you always did.

The sex was mediocre this time, probably because of the increasing disconnect between the two of you, but the aftercare was incredible. You had no idea why, but he was more attentive than he’d ever been whenever he gently coaxed you out of subspace and helped you feel more like yourself. That was always the case. It was strange, really. Even if the sex wasn’t good, you could count on the aftercare being great. If you were being honest with yourself, it was probably the main reason you let the games continue as long as they did.

The feeling that Chan still loved you started to fade when he quietly asked, “Will you be ok if I go back to the dorms for tonight instead of sleeping here? Jisung just texted me and asked me to help him with a song.”

You badly wanted to say no and beg him to stay just for the night, but you knew better than to get in the way of his work at this point. Instead of begging for attention from your boyfriend, you just replied, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”

“Ok, I love you. I’ll text you when I get home.”

You waited for the rest of the night, but he never texted you. Instead, he went right to the studio with Jisung and went back to writing what was going to be Stray Kids’ new album. You knew that it would happen. In your mind this was just another example of what really seemed like his lack of care for you. He was incredibly loving when he wanted to be, like after sex or when he was apologizing to you when something he did hurt you. The problem was, he frequently acted like you either didn’t exist or like you were just a toy to him. You desperately wanted to hold on to the relationship because of how much you loved the good parts, but in the end, you decided that enough was enough.

The opportunity to have the conversation that you knew needed to happen presented itself about a week later when Felix invited you to yet another movie night at the dorm. This time Jisung wanted to watch “Spirited Away.” To tell the truth, you were conflicted. On the one hand, you loved spending time with the guys and didn’t want to ruin the night by arguing with Chan. On the other hand, you didn’t know when you would see Chan again in person to have the conversation that you knew you needed to have. In the end, you decided that this conversation was too important to not happen, though you were upset that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the movie night with your friends.

When you got to the dorm, it was Chan that greeted you outside instead of Felix. He hugged you and tried to kiss your cheek, but you moved out of the way and told him that the two of you needed to talk. Your frustrated tone caught him by surprise, but he agreed. Once he let you into the dorm, quickly greeted the rest of the group and followed Chan to his room.

“What do you wanna talk about?” he asked, nervous about what was about to happen.

“Since you’ve gotten home, you’ve only talked to me for sex or when Minho yells at you. Why?”

To say that Chan was surprised by your question was an understatement. He knew that he had been distant, anyone would be with how he had been feeling, but he hadn’t realized the extent of it. It was wrong to ignore you, and he knew it, but he also didn’t think that he wanted to continue the relationship anymore. Still, he tried to give a flimsy excuse by saying, “I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ve just been so busy since the album, and- “

“Are you serious? Stop blaming it on work, Chan. I know there’s more to it than that. You’ve been busy with work before, but you’ve never gone days at a time without so much as a text to let me know you were safe. You’ve been busy with work before, but you’ve never treated me like I was nothing to you but a sex doll.”

“Do not accuse me of treating you that way.”

“Is it an accusation if it’s true? We only talk when you wanna fuck because you’re stressed.”

With a deep sigh, Chan said, “Fine, do you want me to tell you why I’ve been distant?”

“Yes! That’s why we’re having this conversation!”

“Felix told me that something happened at the club the night before I left.”

“What the fuck did he tell you?”

“He said that he saw you dancing a guy, and that you were crying when you left.”

“I met this guy, and we talked and danced. Nothing beyond that.”

“Then why were you crying?” You were quiet for a moment, and he added, “That’s what I thought. It was guilt, wasn’t it? You never cry unless you feel guilty. Even if nothing else happened, you probably wanted it to, right? To get back at me for forgetting about our date?”

The argument only continued to escalate as the two of you tore apart each other’s flaws and threw your own insecurities in each other’s faces. You still wanted to try to work everything out until he accused you of sleeping with Felix. That was when you said, “I am not fucking Felix. He’s my friend, and he always has been. It is not his fucking fault that you’re so worried about what I do when you’re not around you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck about me when you are.”

“Get out,” Chan spat in response.

“Gladly.”

You stormed out of Chan’s room, gave hasty goodbyes to the rest of the guys, and drove back to your apartment. When you got there, you blocked Chan on as many apps as you could and sent Felix a quick text explaining that you and Chan were done. Then, you shut your phone off and sobbed, hating yourself for getting back into a relationship with someone that you knew from the start would only hurt you in the end.

A few months after you left the Stray Kids dorm for the last time, you found yourself at a familiar nightclub. Even when you and Chan were together, it was one of your favorite places to go when you needed to distract yourself from difficult emotions. Tonight, you were missing your ex, which meant you badly needed a distraction.

The distraction that you needed ended up coming in the form of Hongjoong, the guy that you’d met during your first visit to this particular establishment. He flashed you a smile when he saw you and asked how you had been, excited to be dancing with you again. You kept your answers brief, choosing to flirt shamelessly instead of getting overly personal. He was amused by your boldness, but he still matched your energy. The two of you danced while you talked, and it made you feel better for a little while.  Maybe your relationship with Chan had ended, but that didn’t mean that you had to be sad forever.

Chan hated going to clubs. He always had. They were far louder than he liked, and he hated crowded spaces. When Changbin and Jisung asked him to go out to celebrate the group’s latest comeback, he wanted to say no. However, he knew that they were only asking because they thought he needed to get out more, so he reluctantly agreed. He would soon regret his decision, wishing he’d stayed home instead.

Almost immediately after walking into the club, he spotted you. You were laughing and dancing with a guy that wasn’t him, and it hurt to see another man be the reason you were smiling. It had been months, but he still loved you and wanted you to be his. However, when he considered all that had happened between you, he knew it wasn’t meant to be. While he still loved you, the two of you were far too toxic together. So, he went right to the bar and ordered a drink in an attempt to ignore the fact that you were across the room. As he sat at the bar, he found himself unable to stop thinking about you. At least, he couldn’t stop thinking about you until Ryujin sat on the stool next to him.

Whether it was the desire to get over you, the desire to get back at you, or some combination of the two, Chan would never know. However, when he saw your former best friend sitting next to him, he decided to strike up a conversation. She looked gorgeous, after all, and he had been desperate for a distraction from you. As they sat at the bar and caught up, he started to feel just a little bit better. Maybe he couldn’t have you, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have anyone.

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[charlie-the-ghost64]

I love Dr.Mario. He’s great. But, I had an idea for another au- details for it are below the cut :]

Main story

Mario and Luigi live together in a separate apartment from their family. They’d originally been working together at the wrecking company when Mario had finally been convinced by Luigi to go to school for his dream job- being a doctor.

Luigi stayed on at the wrecking company, insisting at least one of the two needed a full time job. Mario, not wanting his little brother to miss out on the chance of getting his own dream job, promised Luigi they’d get him into college after he started working. Luigi never got to take him up on that offer, though he wasn’t too sure what he’d chose to study in the first place.

The first year of med school, Mario kept trying to work part time with Luigi. But, this turned out to be a very rough decision. He was struggling to balance work with his classes, not to mention how much he needed to study. It didn’t take long for Luigi to notice his brother struggling, so, Luigi had him quit. Luigi promised his big brother he’d handle the money, he’d just take an extra shift every now and then (almost four times a week).

Luigi takes a lot of night shifts on-top of his already heavy workload in the day. Due to this, he wears a knee brace (bad knees) while at work. Spike is absolutely awful to him. He’d been bad before, but without Mario to give him confidence, he’s quickly become the laughing stock of the team. He’s forced to do any job no one else wants. He’d have quit by now if he could find a job that wouldn’t be a pay cut.

Mario would often use Luigi as a practice dummy or study partner. Study groups are nice, but Mario always got too distracted by wanting to get to know everyone and didn’t have enough time to actually work. Luigi meanwhile is more than happy to help, spite both of them being partially asleep during it. Luigi usually is the one to fall asleep first.

One night the two had been together in the car when Luigi got called in to go check out some strange house. Mario was partially convinced it was a prank, but agreed to stay in the car and wait for his little brother. He ended up going down into the basement himself after the thirty minute mark.

This is where the two (Luigi first, then Mario) had found the warp pipe. He went in, Mushroom Kingdom, scary dragon-turtle-koopa thing, talking mushrooms, ect ect. Since he was fascinated by the world, and cost of living was so much better, the two soon move there.

They do occasionally visit their family, though they try to avoid the subject of their new place. Neither was sure how their parents would react to it. Mario did end up graduating to be a doctor, just for the species they thought. He works in a hospital in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi’s content being a plumber, but, he did like working with his and his big brother’s karts. Maybe he would look into it someday.

Princess Peach

Both brothers know and care for the princess. Mario’s primary interactions with her include..well, being her primary care doctor.

They’ll do a small bit of catching up during those appointments. And by that, I mean Peach takes complete advantage of being in the presence of someone who isn’t in her court and she can trust not to spread to all corners of The Mushroom Kingdom. Mario mainly just nods his head as he handled the routine things, but he did give his opinions when asked. She liked having his outside perspective. Sometimes she’d have him come to the palace just to talk, spite Mario having told her before that he had sick patients to tend to while on the clock. So instead, he got invited over during his off days. He’d given up on being professional awhile ago.

You could imagine her shock when she discovered her favorite doctor had a brother. She’d insisted the two join her for dinner, having been very curious to know what the brother of what a quiet and calming man would be like. During the dinner, the two hit it off very well after discovering they’d been reading the same books.

Dinners quickly became a weekly event, Mario primarily just enjoying listening to the two discuss random books he’d never read.

Random

Luigi and Mario had met Daisy after living in the Mushroom Kingdom for about a year. Luigi and Daisy’s first conversation had been about sports. More specifically tennis. Luigi had been very nervous when she’d practically demanded to play him so she could give him a challenge. One accidental tennis ball to the face later, the two became good friends.

Both Mario and Luigi are fluent in Italian and often speak it when just talking to the other person. Occasionally one will forget to switch back to English for the rest of the group.

Mario likes to cook breakfast for himself and Luigi when he has a morning shift. He considered it a relaxing way to start the day. Luigi will usually jokingly ask if his start has to involve a full load of dishes.

Luigi continues to wear a knee brace even after he finally quit working for Spike. His knees just never recovered from all the pressure they’d been under. Luckily, he had a good pain tolerance.

Mario tends to be more quiet than others off the clock. He’ll speak if he has to, but he prefers to just sit and listen instead of being the one to talk someone’s head off. If someone (primarily Peach and Luigi) wants to ramble or rant for hours on end? He’ll more than happily be sitting across from them with a soft smile, nodding along as he sipped on some coffee.

Mario has absolutely no fashion sense. Mixing and matching patterns that have no right being together is his favorite. Not exactly because of how he looked, he didn’t really care about that, but because of the way his little brother and Peach would cringe at the sight of him. Peach has amazing fashion sense, of course. Primarily wearing gorgeous dresses that were occasionally her own ideas.

Luigi’s a good middle ground for the two. Sometimes his outfits are questionable, sometimes they’re more fashionable like Peach. He’s fully aware of the fact that sometimes his outfits just aren’t great. He tends to ask Peach for help in that regard once the two had gotten comfortable enough with each other. Surely if she can make her own dresses she can tell him not to overlap patterns.

Mario tends to hang out with Toad when Peach didn’t need him to vent to. The two like going on hikes in the woods together. Mario thought it was refreshing to get outside and exercise, Toad found it fun to adventure into the wilderness.

That’s all! Thank you for reading down to this point! I hope you enjoyed! If you have any suggestions for how to improve my writing or formatting I’d greatly appreciate it!!

[batsvnte]

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: what was thought to be a normal visit to your dear friend turns out to be a strange sleepover after an unexpecting storm hits the neighborhood

Warning(s): (slight) mentions of blood, some fluff here and there, possessive behavior (?), ooc possibly, not proofread

Word Count: 2K

Notes: gender-neutral human!reader who somehow ended up in their world (they/them pronouns). Main inspiration came from @nonomives because of their vampire Wally art that got me in a complete chokehold- characters belong to @/partycoffin

Since noon, (Name) and the other neighbors had been over at Wally’s to spend time together. It wasn’t any strange occurrence to visit anyone else. Though to (Name) they were dragged there by Sally and Julie so it would be more fun. They were right for the most part. They all enjoyed little games that popped up here and there while chatting up new ideas for everyone. When the hour hit around 5-6 o’ clock everyone bid their farewells one by one.

..All except for (Name).

They intended to be the first ones to leave since they had something mildly important to do but something always stopped them from leaving. Any given opportunity would always be met with some sort of small task that Wally would ask of them. Rinse and repeat for the next few hours, and here they were overstaying their welcome. For the third time they’ve been here.

“The apples are in there, I promise.”

Wally let’s his head rest on (Name)’s shoulder lazily, staring down at the apple pie set right in front of them. Wally was partially clinging onto (Name)‘s back with one of their arms holding him up for support. They figure that since they brought some apples over to Wally’s they decided to make a treat for the both of them.

“Hm.. you say it’s apple pie but.. the apples aren’t outside but inside the pie.” Wally has been analyzing the entire concept of apple pie for the past few minutes.

(Name) let out a soft sigh that was accompanied by a light smile on their face. They couldn’t understand Wally or the way he thinks sometimes since they’re getting to know him better. The more time they’re together there’s always something new about him that intrigues them a bit.

(Name) moves their arm to reach behind them, carefully grabbing ahold of Wally and setting him down next to them. “Try not to think to hard about it, Wally.”

Taking small but quick steps out of the kitchen, (Name) heads to gather their stuff. They didn’t bring that much to his house since it would gonna be a simple visit. They sling their small backpack over their shoulders after checking that they have everything.

“Leaving so soon, neighbor?” Hearing his voice made them turn slightly to look at him, seeing that he was standing somewhat near them. He must’ve followed them out to the living room.

(Name) nods slightly as they stand back up. “Yeah.. I overstayed my welcome again.”

They didn’t catch it but Wally’s eyes widen just a tiny bit in surprise at what they said before relaxing. “You could never.. you’re always allowed to stay as long as you like.”

(Name) had a small smile on their face. They always appreciated Wally’s generous nature. In his eyes they look like they could never do anything wrong, which made (Name) somewhat question what his true thoughts about them was. It would all come to them in soon. They just didn’t know when.

‘Aren’t you sweet?’ (Name) thinks to themselves as they open the door.

“Ah.”

(Name)’s face went blank on instant. Seeing how the world outside was pouring heavy rain by the passing seconds. They had noticed the patter of rain drops on the windows. They had thought would be a quick light shower that would be over in a few minutes or they would have to run in the rain. What turned out to be a light shower became a storm. Heavy rain pouring down in the neighborhood. Who would’ve guessed this happens in a colorful place.

Slowly closing the door, they tried to figure out their plan of action. (Name) wasn’t expecting today would be raining. They nearly kick themselves mentally for not bringing an umbrella and/or raincoat for cases like these. There was the possibility of them running out in the rain but there was a lot of risks for it. One they could get sick from being out in the rain for so long since their house was a bit further than everyone else’s. And dealing with wet hair was always a huge struggle for (Name). After standing around for a couple more seconds they finally turned around to find Wally still in the same place.

“Wally,” (Name) felt a bit embarrassed for what they’re about to ask him or how unprepared they are. “Do you mind if I stay here for the night?”

Wally’s eyes seem to lit up at those words with a smile coming to his face. “I don’t mind at all.”

Part of (Name) felt relieved that he agreed. It throws out the idea of running back home in the rain. Taking a few steps away from the door, (Name) puts their bag near the large couch. Figuring that their sleeping place would be at the couch since there wasn’t an extra guest bedroom for them to stay in. Before they could really sit down, they felt a hand tug at their sleeve.

“You can stay in my room for tonight, neighbor.”

(Name) looks down to Wally in some shock. “Really? I don’t think I would really fit.”

Being the only human in the neighborhood had its ups and downs. The main down was the clear height difference between (Name) and the puppets. Knowing well enough that each puppet has their own things that fits to their comfort. Comparing (Name) to Wally, it was an obvious height different between the two.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Wally smiles warmly before leading (Name) to another room.

Starting on their nightly routines, (Name) was done a little earlier than Wally was. They sat down on the comfortable bed carefully before fully letting themselves lay down on the bed. They thought of what they would do for the next morning.

‘Hopefully the storm lifts by the next day.. I wish I brought my jacket’ (Name) thinks to themselves as they close their eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

It was a couple of seconds before (Name) felt something else in the room. Assuming it was Wally finally done with his night routine, they open their eyes up to look for him. Indeed was Wally entering the room with his night attire.

Before (Name) could relax again, they saw that Wally was observing them. “You haven’t changed into your pajamas, (Name).”

(Name) takes a quick look to themselves. They only wore a black t-shirt with their favorite band/artist on the front of it. Wearing a pair of shorts that they had stashed away in their bag randomly.

(Name) tugs at the shirt collar lightly as they turn back over to Wally. “These are my pjs.”

Wally climbs into the space next to them, his eyes full of curiosity as he looks to the logo on the shirt. “What’s that picture on your shirt? Did you paint that on there?”

(Name) takes another glance to their shirt. “Uh.. technically yes? When I got this shirt the picture was already on there.”

He could only think how strange the concept was. He’s seen various of patterns and colors on his friends clothing, but a full detailed picture on shirts was something strange. Though he would give them the benefit of the doubt because having paint on shirts takes a while to get out. Wally could only smile at the idea of having a shirt with some sort of picture stay on forever.

“That’s interesting.. but a silly idea.”

“That’s silly coming from a silly guy.”

It was silent for a few seconds before a monotonous laugh came from Wally. It surprised (Name) somewhat since they didn’t expect Wally to laugh at something like that. Or they didn’t expect him to laugh at all. (Name) had a light smile on their face as they held back a chuckle. It wasn’t until (Name) faltered upon their observation of the puppet.

How long has he had fangs?

They didn’t notice anything like this since they first met. They would assume they’re fake fangs, hence the other vampire muppet they knew form another show. That muppet was suppose to be Count Dracula, and the fangs he had, or they though he had, were two pieces of silicon attached to him to add onto the vampire persona. Something about Wally’s made them feel a bit.. tense. (Name) kept the smile on their face as best as they could, trying not to seem to nervous upon their discovery.

After exchanging a few more words and silly one liners to each other, the two fell asleep next to each other.

It wasn’t till the middle of the night (Name) woke up. Groggily opening their eyes to find the pitch black darkness of the room they had settled in. They felt their parched throat with an exhausted feeling. (Name) carefully lifts themselves out of bed. Being mindful that Wally might wake up due to their movement. Though it took them a little while to get out due to how he was practically entangled with them.

Could they really blame his clingy behavior being tied with his sleeping habits?

(Name) finally slides out from their spot on the bed. Double checking that Wally is still asleep they quietly step out of the room and into the kitchen. They felt along the wall for a guide while being weary of any items they might accidentally knock over in the dark. It took them a bit but their eyes finally adjusted to the darkness as they finally found their way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was somewhat lit up from the outside lights seeping in through one of the windows. It gave them a bit an idea of where the cups could be at. If there were any cups to be in the house to begin with. Nevertheless, (Name) found a blue cup with a decorative pattern on it. They press their lips in a straight line as they take in the details before shrugging off whatever it could be.

They shuffle around a bit more before finally finding something to drink with. Bringing out a small bottle with a label that says, ‘Cranberry Juice’, they pause momentarily. Did Wally need to drink anything at all. Seeing how they were all puppets except for (Name), it wouldn’t really make sense for them to drink juice or anything of that sorts.

Various of thoughts and questions fill their mind as they made themselves a cup of cranberry juice. They shortly put the bottle away back where they found it. Not wanting to be out here any longer they drank out of the cup.

A metallic taste hits their mouth instantly. (Name) jerks forward slightly and leans into the sink they were standing near, trying not to make any noise this late into the night. They spat out any remaining juice that they drank out of it. The taste was unbearable for them. (Name) carefully pours out the remainder of juice in the cup before looking to the cup with uncertainty.

‘What was that? That wasn’t cranberry juice at all!’ (Name) cringes as the aftertaste was lingering around longer than they would hope it wouldn’t.

Not wanting to be up for any longer they wash out the cup and put it back where they found it. Wiping the sides of their mouth as they quietly rush back to the room that they previously settled in. They found Wally still in the same spot of the bed, only shuffled a little bit towards (Name)’s side of the bed. With the eye mask on his face they relax knowing that he’s still sound asleep.

(Name) climbs back into the empty space that they left in, being sure that Wally wasn’t in their way. They lay down back into the bed trying their best to relax. It took a while before they were able to close their eyes. Though they could’ve sworn they kept hearing Wally repeating, ‘I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping’ while intimating the sounds of snoring.

I didn’t expect this to be that long of a oneshot what. it took to much time I’m sorry— I can assure you it was expired cranberry juice that Wally kept around for like nine months I promise please don’t cancel m-

[emeraldbloodcrown]

Once More

Chapter: Two - Rumors and Hesitations Pairing: Poly; Tattoo Artists!141 x Baker!Female Reader Summary: It's time to explore the town a little, leaving you with some insecurities after sampling one of the big coffee shops your grandmother seemed to hate. Content/Warning: Still none, just small towns being small towns Word Count: 4k

You couldn't find it in you to argue with Anna's reasoning and taking another look at the flyer, you both agreed to take the opportunity to get to know your neighbors.

"We should probably take a walk around town before that. That would probably earn us some points when we talk to the owners"

"Sounds like fun. Tomorrow then?"

You nodded, putting the flyer away and reaching for your dinner again when you remembered another thing on your to-do list. Making a small sound of frustration, which got Anna's attention and a questioning look from her, as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, along with the small note. 

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing bad. I got some help while I was shopping from another customer, promised I'd text them so I could thank them properly."

"Properly, huh." Her voice dipped teasingly, getting a seductive edge and she waggled her eyebrows at your words. Rolling your eyes, you punched her in the shoulder, getting a yelp from her. 

"Nothing like that"

Anna shortened the distance between you both so that she could look over your shoulder while you typed his number in. 

"A note? Did you get help from the elderly variety?"

"Nah, just older."

She watched you as you quickly wrote a text, something short and straight to the point but with a kind tone still. 

"We're barely a month here and you've already got a date," Anna grumbled before she scooted back to her chair to finish her food. 

John wasn't the type of person who enjoyed texting. In fact, if it hadn't been for Johnny's encouraging, well really bothering him multiple times a day for almost a year, he still would carry his old Nokia. It had gotten the job done, he could text and he could call with it, but each time Johnny had seen it, he looked like he wanted to throw it out of the window, so John had relented and gotten a cheap second-hand one. 

He still kept up the pretense of preferring his old one, just to get on Johnny's nerves now and then, but he had to admit, never out loud of course, that setting up a time in his phone to heat his house, so it would be toasty warm when he got home in the winter, was a convenience he didn't want to part from anymore. It had originally been to help his ex-wife with her arthritis but in the end, he had used that more than she had. 

So when he had been cooking, really only heating up the leftovers Kate had brought him, and he'd been mindlessly staring out of the window, only to hear his phone go off with a new text message, he had half a mind to ignore it. 

It would most likely be Kyle asking him something he had no idea how to answer or Simon who would use an administrative question, that he already knew the answer of, to weasle his way into a conversation about John's whereabouts and wellbeing. 

Despite all of that, he still pulled the device out, and he was right. Well, partially. Because on top of Kyle's and Simon's texts was another one, from a new number but with a name he recognized. He had been hoping to hear from you soon, to go back into the little bubble, but he hadn't expected it so soon. It tugged a faint smile into the corner of his mouth. 

'Just wanted to know when I'd get the chance to thank you, and where you'd like to go.'

His lips twitched. Even proper punctuation, hm? He didn't know if you'd done it for him or if that was something you focused on yourself, but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

With a swipe of his thumb, he unlocked his phone, careful to not get on one of his boys' texts, and went to answer you. 

'Like I said, there's really no need. Coffee will be fine.' 

He watched as the little pen appeared, indicating you were already typing a response, and his smile widened a little. 

'See, I'll show my grandma that and all I'm gonna get is a slipper to the face. If you only truly want to have coffee with me, that's fine.' 

'But with how long you've helped me, I think it calls for more'

Ever since you had mentioned it the first time, he had wondered who your grandmother might be, what spitfire you might be related to, and while there was a handful he could see doing it, it mostly had left him with the amusing mental picture. 

'And what does it call for?'

The pen stayed longer this time, the animation stopping a few times only to pop up again after a moment. 

'Dinner?'

'Or lunch, if dinner's too much."

John felt the knot appear in his stomach again. Ever since his ex-wife had moved out, only leaving him the divorce papers that he had yet to sign, he had been hesitant to be seen in town for more than a few minutes. They were all lovely people but the disadvantage with as a tight-knit community as theirs was that everybody talked. 

Between separation and his unwanted leave of absence had only been one afternoon, night, and morning, not even 24 hours, and yet everyone he had met that day looked at him with pity. A look so well-meaning but every time it was focused on him, it felt as if it was burning him, searing his very skin from the flesh. It had irritated him so much that in his effort to not say something unkind - so they would just fucking stop -, he had bitten his tongue so long that it had started to bleed a bit. 

The almost altercations had been enough that it became obvious that John couldn't work like this, that a little bit of time off would do him good, and it did. It felt good to come to terms with it, even though he often caught himself reaching for her before his brain could fight off his dream with the bitter bite of reality. But for the most part, it also hadn't helped. He had grown so used to being on his own, to being able to exist without needing to worry about what others thought, that the idea of subjecting himself to their unwanted opinions was already grinding his gears. 

Coffee had seemed like a small thing, something he could steel his nerves for, and then disappear for days on end before he had to endure the loud outside again. The two of you could've walked across town a little, he could've used it as an excuse to show you around just to not be in one place for too long, surely not long enough for anyone to make sure it was really him they had recognized. 

But lunch or dinner? That meant being stuck in one place for a while, meant people would see him, meant people would perceive him once more, and acknowledge him not as his wife's husband, as the proud businessman and helpful handyman, but just as someone who failed. 

The angry bubbling of his dinner pulled him out of his thoughts, his phone forgotten for a moment as he tried to salvage the damage. With the stove turned off and the pot pushed away from the hob, he took another glance at his phone, shooting you one last text before he powered it down. 

'Think I'm gonna have to insist on the coffee. Maybe another time.'

You had always prided yourself on being able to read people's moods very well, even through text, a skill born out of necessity in your childhood that was only sharpened with experience as you got older. You tried not to let it get to you, but you couldn't help but feel a bit dejected at John's last response, noticing the change in his mood in his texts no matter how often you read them. 

But each to their own, right? There could be a dozen reasons for that shift, and if he was only up for coffee, you wouldn't argue with that. If anything - your brain quickly tried to rationalize - it could be better, a chance to combine something fun with work, allowing you to see what you might wanna offer once you've rebuilt the bakery with Anna. 

The next day came and John's text was forgotten beyond telling Anna what day and time you'd be gone. Instead, you found yourself outside, a light jacket wrapped around your body, autumn already chilling the early morning air. With a to-go coffee (once again, not from a fast-paced coffee shop) in one hand and the other in your pocket, hooked around Anna's elbow, the two of wandered the streets, heels clicking over the cobbles. 

Your grandmother had been able to score the building for the bakery on a busy but cozy street, close enough to the town square that wandering customers could just stumble onto it but as you rounded the corner, it paled in comparison to the bustle the shops there received even this early in the day. 

Anna noticed a shop to your left and just by looking at it, you knew that this would be one of the new shops that seemed to always put a frown on your grandmother's face. 

"Coff-ee-holic, really?" You deadpanned, feeling a little bit of sympathy for your grandma.

"Can't go wrong with a pun."

You shot her a glare before you mentioned one word to her: "Henry." Anna's face contorted in disgust at your last long-term relationship. She had never hidden how much she had disliked him with you and mocked nearly daily his need to constantly spew puns, even when it was the wrong moment for them. 

"He doesn't count. And it's an insult to puns to be compared to that…person."

Scoffing, you followed her to the menu display in one of the windows, glancing over the wide array of drinks. Passing your eyes past it, you could see the baristas working behind the counter, which took up almost half of their space, only leaving two seating sections in both corners. It was clear that they prioritized getting their customers a quick caffeine fix above comfort and coziness, which had been your grandma's priority above anything else. 

"Hold that"

Faster than you realized, Anna had slipped her half-full cup into your hand and slipped out from your elbow, quickly heading into the shop. You opened your mouth to call her back but by that time you could already see her through the window standing in line, it was too late. 

The line progressed at a pace that seemed like an impossible dream in the city you had called your home not too long ago. Sure, that was also due to the fact that this town simply didn't have the same numbers as a city, despite how well-patronized this shop was, but you'd also chalk up to these baristas being less stressed and more motivated than the overworked ones you had encountered before moving. 

Hardly any time passed before Anna was at the front of the line and got her order, joining you again outside and taking a mouthful from her new drink. A moment later, her eyes widened and hummed happily. 

"That's really good. Go on, give it a try."

Switching cups with her, you sipped hesitantly. Coffee wasn't something you usually enjoyed and while Anna preferred them nearly black, with just a hint of sweetness, yours could rather be dubbed as sugar with coffee than the other way around. It was generally just something you drank when you needed to get yourself going. 

Despite all of that, although, you found yourself going back for seconds, this one was quite bigger than the first. There was still the bitterness, the telltale taste of coffee, but it wasn't overwhelming, mingling with a natural sweetness that made it tasty even to you. 

"Okay, this is just unfair."

"Supposed to be some fancy blend that they make."

"Of course, it is."

The two of you shared a look - if this is what you'd be up against once the bakery is restored, you'd need a plan, and while that was music for the distant future, it wouldn't hurt to keep it in mind - before you continued your stroll. 

It was true that in the years you were gone, the town had changed a lot but, as you and Anna kept exploring the streets, you found that it still had kept the charm you had yearned for in all the time away. Still largely immune to society's incessant need to rush towards goals, it invited you to take your time, to sit down and exhale, and really take this little town in. While progress clung to everything like mold in the corner, it hadn't been able to infect the base, hadn't been able to shake the ground and turn it into a mindless run-of-the-mill copy of everything else. 

It still had heart, and in that moment, you made a promise to yourself. Regardless of what you'd need to do to fulfill your grandmother's wish because you knew it wouldn't succeed as an exact doppelganger of what she had created, so it had to change in some way, but you wanted to keep this. You didn't want the incessant grind to popularity, the soul-consuming hunt for bigger things that seemed to stare you in the face each time you opened your phone. 

Instead, you wanted it to be the bliss of a job well done, the pride that would bloom in your chest when looking at what you'd achieved. You wanted the ache and tiredness in your bones from the hard work but free of infecting stress. No more thinking about quitting every day, only putting in the hours because you needed the money to survive. No, you wanted to enjoy yourself again, to have the drive to create your own living. 

However, that would look like. 

Hours passed and you were able to get the idea of how this town worked again: the gaggle of elderlies and adults who loved to spread gossip around, the people who seemed to belong to no group but who were largely protected by the whole community, and who could give you grief while living here if you got on their wrong side. 

It wasn't a full picture by any means, but the corner pieces of the puzzle were in place, allowing you a glimpse at what the result might look like. 

"Can we sit down somewhere? I’m hungry and my feet hurt," Anna grumbled and you cast your eyes around. You saw a glimpse of a small restaurant around the corner and you pointed towards it. 

"That sound good?"

"Sure, as long as it has a seat and food, I don't care what it is."

Chuckling, you made your way towards it, only for you to catch sight of another shop to your left, making you stop and Anna stumble at the sudden movement. 

The door was closed but all over it were names in a graffiti style but it looked less like it had fallen victim to a bored street artist and more like it was a design choice by the owners. Left and right of it were big, clear windows with several concept drawings, finished colored pieces, and pictures of people presenting those on their skin. Above the windows, in a graffiti font too, was the name of it. 

"Death Or Glory… Jesus, that's edge behavior. You want some new ink?"

"Maybe…"

Anna opened her mouth for another question but paused as a dark shadow loomed over you, making you both take a look at the sky, where the sun was still brightly shining, only to hear someone speak behind you. 

"'Scuse me."

The voice was low, a rumbling from deep within in the chest, but seemingly void of emotions, no polite uptick or annoyed frustration present. So, you turned around and felt the blood in your veins chill. 

Dear fucking God, if looks could kill. 

It didn't help that he was towering over both of you, making you reach for Anna almost on instinct and taking a step back, and covered nearly head to toe in black. Even his face was almost completely hidden, a mask sitting on the lower half, the fabric only stopping on the bridge of his nose. The little skin that should've been visible was darkened by him having the hood drawn deep into his face, leaving the only thing you could see of him were his eyes. 

Despite the general warm attribution of brown as a warm color, all you could feel was ice as he glared down at you, and you felt yourself jump as his eyebrow ticked up, displeased by something. 

"Move"

Never had one word sounded so terrifying and it was only thanks to Anna, who yanked you to her side so you'd free up the entrance, that you were even able to comply with his order. 

There was no other word spoken, no thanks or anything else, he just walked through the door and let it slam shut behind him. 

Utterly confused by that situation, you felt your blood thaw as your heart pounded painfully in your chest. The fear you had felt just seconds ago was gone and had been displaced by anger.

"What the hell? What was his fucking problem??"

Anna refused not to say anything to it, more focused on bringing her own heartbeat back to normal and avoiding being hit by your wild hand movements, your body's response of releasing the agitation in your system. 

You grabbed her hand and took her with you as you stomped your way to the restaurant, muttering annoyances under your breath. 

"Fucking weirdo. I hope I never have to see him again."

The door closed behind Simon and, alerted by the sound, Johnny peaked his head around the corner, arms full of boxes of protective gloves. 

"Ye been ta John's?"

"Tried. Wouldn't open the door."

Johnny heaved a sigh, putting the boxes away and running a hand through his short hair. 

"How many times is this now?"

"Didn't bother counting. Too many, tho."

Both men looked at each other. Something needed to happen. It had been several weeks by now and while they all knew that their boss wouldn't be able to just shake the pain off, the way John seemed eager to not be seen by anyone if he could help it, left them all with heavy hearts. No one expected a healed wound but it felt more like John was eager to keep them gaping as long as possible. 

"What do we get today?"

"Next appointment's in two hours, longer piece but tha's about it. Pretty sure ye scared off a possible walk-in. Ain't like I'm doin' inventory fer fun."

Simon just shrugged, taking his balaclava off and replacing it with a surgical mask. 

At first, they hadn't thought anything about it. Customers always fluctuated a bit, but it was never a cause of concern: tattoos were expensive, most weren't signing up for the next after one piece was done, and despite the town being somewhat of a tourist secret tip, walk-ins had never been a lot. 

But after the second week of John being gone, it became clear that people were avoiding them as if they'd catch a dose of his bad luck if they stepped into his shop. A silly notion that Simon refused to believe at first until he heard it parrot back by their regulars, pushing their appointments to "just gimme a ring when he's back". 

Of course, things only got worse after Johnny had gotten into a fight, the rumors got out of control, and now weeks later, they were fully struggling.

Perks of a small town, right? 

"Off to better things."

Simon cocked an eyebrow and watched Johnny take a flyer out of his pockets, and as soon as he saw the big, colorful letters, he was rolling his eyes and pushed past Johnny, conversation evidently done. 

"Absolutely not."

But had he ever been cautious around Simon, he had long grown immune to it because Johnny was hot on his heels. 

"Oh come on, ye weren't coming to the last one, either. Or any before tha'."

"And I ain't going to. Same thing every time."

"Could be good ta mingle with the folks. Prove ta 'em tha' were not as bad as they think, aye?"

Simon turned around, staring down at Johnny, but when the latter refused to back down, he simply said: 

"Ask Kyle."

The rest of the day had been uneventful. Anna and you had continued to explore a little after lunch, mostly following your foggy memories and piecing together who you remembered, and also who remembered you, and what had fallen away in the meantime. 

By the time you were finally back, the two of you were satiated and fed but also so very tired and dead on your feet that the call of your bed was more similar to a siren's song, and nothing sounded better at that moment than to lie down on it, even if it was your turn with the mattress on the floor.

"We need a place of our own," she repeated the senitment and you only hummed in exhaustion. That was future you's problem while present you had a hot date with Morpheus. You could feel your eyelids growing heavier by the second, sleep taking over you as you heard a loud crash above you. 

Anna and you sat up ramstock straight, sharing a glance for barely a second before you both jumped into action, immediately locating the source of the noise to come from your grandmother's room. 

You yanked the door open, taking two steps at once to get to the upper floor, and only stopped once you were at her door, repeatedly knocking hard enough on her door that it shook in its frame. 

You paused for a moment, listening for sounds on the other side and when none came, you pulled the door open and saw your grandmother kneeling on the floor. 

"Are you alright?"

In a few long and fast strides, you were next to her, checking her for any visible injuries but, after noticing the concern in your eyes, she just waved you off. 

"'m fine, dearie. Didn't fall."

Anna stopped next to you, blood pressure cuff in her hand. She pulled the loose fabric of your grandmother's nightgown up her arm and wrapped the cuff around it, making sure the tube was in the middle, and then started the device. 

"Then what was that noise?"

She cast her eyes down for a moment, seemingly thinking about her answer before a kind smile appeared on her features and she spoke reassuringly. 

"That book pile fell over. Had it on the chair and I accidentally tipped it over."

Following her eyes, you saw the chair still fallen over, the books she had mentioned weren't on the ground but on the table in front of the chair. 

"So why are you on the floor?"

"Just had to take a small break. Didn't expect the cavalary to come knocking." She chuckled but it didn't reach her eyes. Something wasn't right and you felt a chill settle in your body; you didn't like this. 

"On..the floor?"

"What, I remember you preferring to rest in all sorts of odds places. Gave me a fright the first time I found you in the tub sleeping."

Yeah, when you were fifteen. You hadn't done that in years because your job had left your bones too exhausted to be able to get up with no issue, which made it that less believable for your grandmother at her age to prefer the hard wooden floor instead of her soft bed, just a few meters away. 

"Just help an old lady up, will ya?"

[codfishing]

Part 3 of outlaw 141 gang

While you were able to fall asleep initially, you couldn’t exactly stay asleep. Between the interruption in your life and the deviation from your usual routine, you tossed and turned in the admittedly comfortable bed, unable to get decent rest.

It was maybe only after a couple hours that you gave up and got up, grumbling as you pulled the curtains open again to glare outside. You partially hoped they had coffee, though only out of necessity; the taste was dreadful but you’d be damned if it didn’t help you somedays to get through your chores.

There was idle chatter down on the lower floor as you opened the door, though it stopped as you stomped down the stairs, ignoring the four men that all had their eyes on you as you appeared.

“Awake already?” You heard Price ask in surprise, pausing his writing of something in a journal from the small table against the wall.

“Not of my own free will,” Came your clipped reply as you looked around for a basket or container or something.

That drew a laugh from a few of them, you weren’t sure from who but you didn’t care to look either. After finding nothing that suited your needs, you huffed and began picking up the clothes that were strewn about, reluctantly draping them over your arm as you went and not bothering to figure out which ones were clean and which were actually dirty.

You had to pull a few out from under the two men on the couch, whom you figured to be Soap and Gaz (ridiculous names in your opinion), both complaining slightly as you did which you paid no heed to. You made sure to stay clear though of Ghost, who was posted up in the corner of the room as he cleaned his guns, his eyes trained on you as you moved about the space.

Once your arm was full of assumedly dirty clothes, you turned to face the four of them. “Where is the wash area? And the rest of the clothes I wasn’t able to pick up better be piled up next to it within the hour or else they won’t be washed.”

The four of them stared at you silently, as if they had never been given a task by a woman before.

Your eyebrows raised expectantly as you tilted your head down, not willing to put up with their bullshit at the moment due to exhaustion. “Unless you four prefer to continue living in dirty clothes, in which case by all means, stay seated.”

Gaz stood up then, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to hide an amused smile. “Here, I’ll show you where the wash is.”

You waited for him to start moving before you followed, trying to ignore the smell of old sweat and other odors you didn’t want to identify emanating from the pile in your arms as you followed him out of the house. He led you around the corner to a small wash area where a short clothesline was posted up next to as well.

He gestured towards the small area and said, “Everything should be there; we’ll get the rest of the clothes to you soon.”

Your eyes scanned the area, finding everything that you needed as he said and you didn’t give him another second of your time as you got to work, taking your frustrations out on their clothes. As promised, Soap had shown up within the next ten minutes with another pile of the remaining dirty clothes that he delivered with a sheepish smile, his eyes widening slightly when you silently snatched the basket from him and went back to work without a word.

As much as you hated doing laundry, it was a rather mundane task that let you calm down slightly and try to figure out a plan as you looked around the outdoor area. The house was fairly isolated, with absolutely nothing else in sight. Would make running off a lot harder since there was nothing to hide in or behind.

With a bitter sigh you decided it would be best to save any attempts of escaping for the nighttime as you continued with the laundry.

An hour or so later, the clothes were washed and hanging on the line, with some still in the basket as there wasn’t quite room for all of them to dry at the same time. The basket went inside with you to prevent the clothes from getting dirty again, propped against the front of your hip as you pushed through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen.

Somehow the kitchen was relatively clean compared to the rest of the house; still too dirty for your tastes though. But what caught your attention first was the coffee on the stove, and after setting down the basket at the only empty spot at the kitchen table you went searching for a mug.

One would think finding a clean mug wouldn’t be a monumental task, but apparently mugs were a popular item in this house. You could feel the four men’s eyes on you as you searched, the idle chatter still going on in the background. After finally finding a relatively clean one and giving the inside a swipe with the edge of your dress just to be safe, you filled the mug and took a long drink, cringing slightly at the bitter taste that you knew so well.

“Tastes better with milk and sugar.”

You glanced up, meeting Price’s eyes as he looked at you somewhat amusedly and just to spite him you took another drink. He raised an eyebrow, the start of a smirk forming on his face. You didn’t wait around to see the rest of the smirk form though, turning back to start on the kitchen.

Cleaning was another mundane task that helped you think; for you, it always started with opening the windows to let fresh air in. Between the sounds of your movements, you hardly noticed the chatter become more quiet; the four of them were watching you with a mixture of curiosity and fascination as you moved about their space. You, however, blissfully ignored them as you worked, washing dishes quietly and letting them dry before putting them away. You took the time to reorganize the cabinets as well; while there was some semblance of a system, it wasn’t anywhere close to neat and tidy.

It wasn’t until you noticed two figures lingering on the edge of the kitchen that you looked up, raising an eyebrow at Soap and Gaz as it looked like they were getting ready to leave.

“Would you like anything from town?” Gaz asks you pleasantly, as if he had done this before.

You froze, staring at them. “Town? There’s a town nearby?”

Soap’s mouth curled up into a grin. “Don’t get any ideas, pretty girl; town’s too far away for you to get to on foot.”

You silently huffed at that, narrowing your eyes but staying silent as you went back to organizing. There was a brief moment of silence before Price’s voice sounded from the living room.

“The boys asked you a question, lovie,” He reminded you.

“And I don’t have an answer,” You replied back shortly. “I don’t know what’s in the town so I want nothing from it. Unless, of course, you’re willing to let me go with them to see what goods are there.”

You glanced at Price just in time to see his face harden at your suggestion. “Absolutely not.”

“Then no, I don’t want anything,” You said nonchalantly, still organizing the cabinet.

There was a heavy sigh from Price and you noticed both Soap and Gaz eyeing you with interest, almost as if they were surprised that you would dare talk back to Price so willingly. Neither of them said anything further on the subject though, announcing that they would be back later in the evening as they walked out of the back door and prompting an end to the subject.

You felt Price’s annoyed gaze on you but you ignored him, reminding yourself that you didn’t owe them any kindness. After all, they had made the decision to kidnap you, so now you were going to make it their problem.

[hypnoneghoul]

Another Way Of Breaking You Down

WC: 1,6K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Butt plugs, anal sex, gill play

Swiss just gets himself gills and Mountain really likes it and they're kind grossly in love and there's a lot of cum

Notes: KING OF GILL FUCKING STRIKES AGAIN HEHEHEHEH WHO CHEERED (not the best but its something hehehe)

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This wasn’t exactly what he planned. How he planned it.

He didn’t plan it at all.

It started with a very boring conversation with Dewdrop, which somehow turned into them talking about gills. Swiss whined about not being able to experience what Dew so vividly described - orgasm triggered by gill stimulation.

Dewdrop also said Mountain was the expert in this field. That he wasn’t only exceptionally good at this, he also loved doing it, could get off on it himself.

When the same evening Swiss’ eyes lingered on Rain’s neck for too long he asked what it was that plagued the multi ghoul’s mind. Swiss could never say no to Rain, so he told him.

And Rain got an idea.

“You know, water ghoul’s have two unglamoured forms, right? We can switch between the features, technically, but there's a normal and… aquatic version. You’re part water. You should be able to shift into the aquatic form.”

It took a week for Swiss, under Rain’s watchful eye, to manage to sprout out gills.

Fully functioning gills.

Swiss made some… preparations before their last session. When they were done Rain offered to help him test them out first, but the multi ghoul was keen on having one specific person shove their fingers into the newly formed slits on his neck and ribs. Not only only, but he needed Mountain to do it first, and he needed it now.

That’s why he thanked Rain with a quick kiss and a promise of a blowjob and stormed out to go look for the earth ghoul. And the water ghoul didn’t take any offence, of course, he’d get his turn soon enough.

Swiss encountered a slight issue, on his way, though.

He threw on a hoodie, partially because he didn’t want to run around shirtless, but mostly so he could surprise Mountain. As the fabric brushed against the sensitive frills adorning the gills on his ribs and on his neck when he bunched up the hood, his knees nearly buckled and he had to hold in a moan, clenching around the plug he’d put in earlier.

There was no way he’d last longer than a minute when Mountain would touch him.

And there was no way he was getting rid of the gills.

The multi ghoul tried to regain at least a fraction of composure to go on a further search for his mate but he was only partially successful. He did find Mountain but by the time he did he was already rock hard and dripping.

“Hey, sweetheart, everything alright?” Mountain asked as Swiss barged into his room, locking the door behind himself. He checked it earlier but the earth ghoul had to move when he was running around the abbey with a boner and a plug up his ass.

“Mountain, my beautiful, kind mate,” he muttered, choking on a groan when he tightened the hood around his neck, “I have a… surprise, for you. Or us…”

“You look and smell like you’re in heat,” he chuckled in response, casting a glance down to Swiss’ tented pants. “What is it?”

The multi ghoul whined, letting go of his hood but not allowing it to fall completely just yet. He grabbed Mountain by his shoulders and pressed their lips together as he pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Swiss straddled Mountain’s lap, grinding his clothed cock against the other’s rapidly plumping up one. The earth ghoul’s hands started wandering over Swiss’ own arms and his back, nearing dangerously close to the gift hidden under the hoodie’s black fabric.

They slipped lower, thankfully. Mountain grabbed the multi ghoul’s ass and absentmindedly kneaded it with his big hands in a circular motion when his fingers brushed against-

“Swiss is that a-” he got cut off with a whimper from where Swiss had just hid himself in his mate’s neck, suddenly embarrassed. Mountain sneaked his hand under the elastic of his pants, being met up with a not-at-all-shocking lack of underwear, and trailed his rough yet gentle fingers down to under Swiss’ tail, in between his cheeks and got undeniable confirmation that the ghoul was indeed wearing a plug. He was also deliciously wet, but the scent coming off of him in waves was too spicy for it to be just lube.

Maybe gills weren’t the only water ghoul feature Swiss brought up.

“Is… is that my surprise?” Mountain breathed out, running his fingers through the sticky mess flooding Swiss’ sweats, grabbing the base of the plug and twisting it slightly. Just to hear the multi ghoul whine again.

“Half of it,” he mumbled, leaving wet kisses on his mate’s neck, his collarbone.

“Then show me the rest, my darling.”

Swiss rocked his hips into Mountain’s one more time before pulling away. He gripped the bottom of the hoodie and slowly pulled it up and completely off, throwing it into a corner.

When he looked at the earth ghoul again, his eyes were wide and glassy, mouth agape, nearly drooling, “W- what do you think?”

Mountain swallowed, blinking slowly as he, with great effort, turned his gaze up onto Swiss. His hands came to hover over the fins on his ribs with a silent question. Swiss nodded and long fingers made contact with the pretty frills, “How did you…?”

“Rain helped, we-” a growl cut him off. Swiss got the hint, no space for another ghoul’s name. “Relax, my beast, he didn’t touch me. I’m yours, it's all for you.”

“I need you on my cock, now,” Mountain spoke in a way that left no room for argument. Not that Swiss would have anything to say. He scrambled off of his mate, they both frantically ripped off their clothes and soon enough Swiss was crawling over to where Mountain situated himself against the headboard of his bed.

The multi ghoul knelt, knees bracketing Mountain’s own, and leaned down to push his face into the other’s chest. He reached behind Swiss, the other hand caressing his back, and eased the toy out of his non-stop dripping hole. Mountain’s own cock stood at full attention, tip flushed and shiny, needing to be buried in his mate ten minutes ago.

Swiss kissed Mountain, all but shoving his tongue into the other’s welcoming mouth, as he slowly sunk down on his length. Even despite the plug the stretch was wonderful, the unholy amounts of slick he was drooling creating the filthiest sound. They panted into each other’s mouths as Swiss bottomed out, both of them ridiculously close for how they’ve just started.

“Mountain, my love, p- please,” the multi ghoul whined and clenched down on him, making Mountain’s hips thrust up on their own accord. A wet squelch accompanying the movement.

“Fuck, you- you’re so wet,” he moaned, moving his hands to rest over his mate’s hip.

“No, no, touch ‘em, touch my gills,” Swiss cried out, emphasising his plea with another squeeze of Mountain’s cock inside him.

And who was Mountain to say no?

“Fuck that’s so hot, I love you so much,” his hands trailed upwards, thumbs softly brushing over the soft fins and gently lifting them up to tease the sensitive flesh of the slits, eliciting a high pitched moan from the multi ghoul. His mouth found Swiss’ neck, warm ragged breath ghosting over the gills there.

“M- Mountain, I love you too, fuck.”

“Shhh, my darling, I’ve barely touched you,” he whispered with another buck of his hips, another lewd noise. It made Swiss’ cock throb where it was trapped between them, flushed angry red and so wet.

Swiss let out a pitiful whine, between the feeling of Mountain’s cock filling him and his fingers teasing his gills he had approximately thirty seconds left before he’d burst, “I’m too close, shit, I’ll- I’m-”

“It’s okay, me too, my heart,” Mountain moaned into his neck as he got closer, now his lips were brushing over Swiss’ fins, making the ghoul nearly levitate with sensations. “Right there with you, yeah?”

The earth ghoul waited for anything of a somewhat coherent response, any indication that Swiss was ready to come. All he got was a loud whine and roll of his hips that made Mountain’s cock jump where it was buried in his ass.

He shifted his hands on Swiss’ ribs, replacing his thumbs with index and middle fingers on both sides. Not quite pushing them in, just gently laying over the slits, “Ready, love?”

“Y- yeah, Mountain, please,” he begged and the earth ghoul smiled against his neck, thrusting up again, his balls and thighs completely drenched in his mate’s slick by now. 

Mountain slipped those fingers into the gills on Swiss’ ribs in the same second his tongue wormed its way into those on his neck. He sucked the sensitive fins into his mouth and Swiss was done, eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.

The way his body clamped down on Mountain as he came and the taste of Swiss’ gills on his tongue forced his own orgasm to rip through him, hot cum filling his mate up as they both shook, holding onto each other tightly.

It took infinitely more time for Swiss to get back on Earth and looking down at the amount of cum his now limp cock drooled out in between their bodies nearly made him come again, right there. He may have already warmed up to water ghoul nature.

“Back with me, my dear?” Mountain asked, wiping away sweat from where it beaded over Swiss’ brows. It took his golden eyes a moment to focus on the earth ghoul’s emerald own but they lit up once he registered the soft, adoring look on his face.

“Mhmmm…” he purred, leaning down to rub his stubble on Mountain’s cheek, a gesture more meaningful than a simple kiss.

“I love you too, but we are extremely messy,” he chuckled, grabbing Swiss’ hips and helping him off of his softened cock. That only added to said mess, when Mountain’s cum started to leak out of the multi ghoul.

“Whoops,” he sighed, not sounding remorseful in the slightest. “Bath?”

“Bath.”

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel By the Wing - THIRTY

*slaps trio* these bitches can fit soooo much repressed trauma

Series Masterlist (Mobile Masterlist)

“Keep or toss?” Bradley held up the box set of the Twilight series. Jake let out a snort of laughter and you tossed the empty trash bag you were holding in his direction.

“Keep,” you announced proudly. “I noticed some empty spaces on your bookshelf, Tex. Time to get you educated.”

The blond rolled his eyes but he accepted the books from Bradley and placed them in the partially filled cardboard box at his feet. Since the three of you had the weekend off, the boys decided it was the perfect time to move you fully into Jake’s place. But there were two stipulations.

One, you wouldn’t lift a finger and simply direct them on what you wanted to keep, sell, or toss.

Two, you would wear a mask because they deemed your old apartment simply unacceptable conditions for their girl and baby.

So, here you sat in a little foldable lawn chair that Jake brought along because “my god, Angel, that couch probably has its own ecosystem” and a KN95 mask strapped over your face while two giant men puttered around your shitty little apartment, motivated by the promise of sex and Wingstop after this. Your hand unconsciously found its way to rest against the soft swell of your stomach through the thin fabric of your shirt as you wondered how exactly your life turned into this.

Your lease still had four months to go but one call from Sofia to your landlord found you free from rent payments, Her threat of legal action and tenant rights scared him straight and you were eternally grateful for your friend. Since your lease ended at the end of the month now, the boys wanted to get you out as soon as possible.

“I think this is the last of it,” Bradley announced. You moved to get up from your chair and both men surged forward to steady you.

“Fucking hell, boys, I still have my balance,” you huffed as you evaded their grasps in favor of checking out the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind. You couldn’t say that you would miss the place. It truly was a shithole. You had accepted it in the past, even with its shoddy locks and mold covered carpets, but now you had a baby to think about. You had a lot to think about, not just the growing little blob inside of you. You disappeared into the bedroom and Bradley took the chance to stop Jake with a warm hand around his wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly. “About jumping you when you got home. I know you didn’t plan this.”

“It’s okay.” Jake brushed it off with a shrug but Bradley merely shook his head.

“You gotta stop that.” The brunet let go of his hand and instead grasped the back of Jake’s neck, making sure the blond looked him in the eye. “Just stop taking it. That’s not you. That’s not my Hangman. Next time I’m a dick, don’t just accept it.”

“And what about when I’m a dick?” Rooster’s hand was a steady, warm presence and Jake wanted to melt into his touch. Not many people can make him feel small but when Bradley grasped him like this and commanded him so easily, Jake welcomed the release of control.

“Pretty sure we’ve made it clear I don’t tolerate your shit.” Bradley offered him a crooked grin and Jake finally did relax. Good. They were good.

“Can you two kiss and make up now?” you asked from where you were leaning up against the doorframe.

“You’re objectifying us,” Jake declared through laughter. You shrugged and tried to appear innocent.

“If I didn’t objectify you, then I wouldn’t be standing here pregnant.” You wagged your finger at them. “And don’t lie and tell me that you don’t check out my ass every chance you get.”

Bradley’s answer to your taunt was a kiss pressed to the corner of Jake’s lips, leaving behind a tingle of beard burn and want. He still couldn’t believe he was allowed this. So many years tamping down these feelings and then hiding it behind closed doors and dim lighting in bars gave way to this euphoric yet burdensome realization that he could have this. It scared the shit out of him. His mother’s words wiggled their way to the front of his thoughts and fought for his attention. What happens when you decide you had enough of him? What would happen if the baby wasn’t his?

He didn’t want to think about it. It’s all he could think about.

“Alright, let’s get this stuff into the truck. I want wings. Do you think we should get a thirty pack?” Bradley pulled away from Jake to start grabbing at the trash bags and boxes that held your life.

“I think between the two of you, we need the fifty pack. It’s like sleeping with two garbage disposals.” You reached down to grab one of the trash bags full of clothes but Bradley swatted your hands away and pointed at the lawn chair.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest as you settled down in your chair, noticing the way his muscles flexed as he picked up two boxes with ease. Maybe being relegated to supervisor duty wasn’t so bad.

“Jake?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he offered you one of his typical cocky grins.

“Just thinking about how hungry I am, darlin’,” he assured you.

“For you!” Bradley called out from where the truck was parked out front. Jake chuckled and bent down to press a kiss to the top of your head before he went to grab some more boxes.

Between two naval aviators who both worked out like their lives depended on it, the truck was packed up with all of your belongings in less than half an hour. It gave you just enough time to look around and think about how everything had changed in such a short time. When you first moved to San Diego, it was on a whim. You had no plans, no job, and no friends.

Now you were pregnant, moving into your boyfriend’s place with your other boyfriend, and your phone was full of texts from people you considered not just friends, but family. Maverick texted you on the regular to see how you were doing. Amelia sent you TikToks and memes to “keep you young”. Penny was your emergency contact. Sarah had roped you into weekly visits that you wouldn’t miss for the world. Sofia and you discussed the pains of cleaning uniforms and how stubborn pilots could be.

The Dagger Squad members that were staying in California had even added you two into a group chat entitled “the Queens + their Jesters”.

You deserved this. You deserved to be happy. After so long of hearing that insidious little voice that sounded oddly like your mother telling you about how pathetic you had turned out to be, this was a chance to live a life on your own terms. You deserved this…right?

Bradley gently lowered the boxes into the bed of Jake’s truck and took a moment to breathe in the sea-salt-tinged San Diego air. In three days, he would be flying to Virginia, loading up all of his things into a U-Haul, and coming back here to settle down. Fightertown, USA was the place that ruined his family. It took his father and broke his mother. Could he really do this?

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[palskippah]

Hellowi pretty people I come over to ramble about random Nimona projects and stuff bc I'm excited about them but nothing's finished

I'm writing a short thing for fun with the idea of Ambrosius getting hearing loss because of the explosion that made Nimona and the laser and I'm listening to songs to see if I get inspo for the title (so far the doc is called 'Ambrosius gets hearing damage' but that's not cool JSKSHD), and listening to Mistki I was like omg a fic called Why Not Me. But then I was like omg a fic regarding Nimona and her monster form with the title 'I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down' but then I was like no omg what about a fic about comic goldenheart with the title 'I always want you when I'm finally fine'

I have no idea what qualifies as a good lyrics title but I think they work

And I literally have no ideas besides a phrase and the vibes for it, and still got no title for the temporarily deaf Ambrosius thing but it's so fun to do this sjdkdj (also, I really like the headcanon of him getting permanent but parcial (?) hearing loss on the ear that was closest to the explosion, it makes sense) (also I've experienced some partial hearing loss (?) at some point earlier this year and it's just so not fun to go through that bc people get very mad at you when you need them to repeat themselves more than twice and ask them to be louder pipipi anyways everything keeps happening around him and Ambrosius doesn't catch half of it and he feels a bit too helpless and scared of not hearing again but it works out in the end (more or less))

I see why everyone always picks lyrics as title names they're so coolest also mistki's songs are so good 😔🙏 they make me sad and happy at the same time sjddj

Another thing that has a long way to go and I'm trying to find a title for is an au of the gay dads au with mpreg where Ballister is from the beginning Nimona's dad and Ambrosius is that ex that by chance slowly makes his way back to his life and accidentally becomes Nimona's stepdad (like in Look Who's Talking? I think sjdkdj) also Meredith's there and she's cool and doing her own thing, I'm glad I read the comic bc I changed her relationship with Ballister in the fic and I think it works better with his decisions and motivations and all that stuff

(in my head it's very epic but to you it may seem like anything JSKDH)

Ballister is not really having a good time (lonely, unsure about his decision, scared and stuff, especially when he has to have her) but he has his good moments, promise. Also he hugs Meredith and she pats his back awkwardly like in the comic, at some point

Also as soon as Ballister finds out that Nimona's a girl he gets many very pink clothes pipipi Ambrosius gets him pink stuff for her too bc he sees any cute baby clothes or accessories and he's like hey I bet Ballister would like this for his baby :) and buys it

Nimona doesn't like him much when she's born, and he's like aw c'mon :( I bought you so many gifts pipipi I helped fold your tiny little clothes that one time !! (Ballister points out that he had done a very shitty job at it and Ambrosius shushes him, covering Nimona's ears)

ALSO

I'm drawing stuff for a TikTok post about mpreg but for comic goldenheart and trying to make the comic plot fit into it and it's so silly bc they have nothing to do with one another.

Ambrosius and Ballister don't beat the shit out of each other at the bar but Ballister goes away all angrily while Ambrosius walks behind him going Ballister I'm not done talking to you !!! >:(

And Ballister's like I am !! >:( and then there's another drawing of him leaning against a wall with one hand going damnit because he overworked himself, and Ambrosius going all *touching his hands together nervously* do you need to sit down :(? And Ballister going ...no. fuck off.

Also Nimona telling him to just abort that thing when he first told her (and he hadn't known yet what to do about it), and then when Cyrus' born he's staring angrily at her (he's not, he's just newly born and scrunched) and Nimona's like, holy shit boss, he remembers 😟 and Ballister's like, ?? How's he gonna remember, he doesn't even know you.

Also Ballister getting sad about the discussion at the bar and Nimona cheering him up with the science fair, but him going this won't trick anybody, look at me😔 *gestures to his pregnant self* and Nimona's like, nah boss you just look like you got a beer gut, it'll work. How they manage to run away from the guards/knights and all that when Nimona's stuck in cat form, that's not my business 🧐

Also Cyrus is born sometime before the whole Ballister freaking out about Nimona's powers, so he's somewhere in the kingdom being babysat by a nice older lady or something when Nimona's part is destroying everything. Or maybe he's just peacefully sleeping very far away in the lair and Ballister goes around the whole thing with a baby monitor, whichever option works. (Neither does 😭)

So yeah yippie I wanna post this stuff but nothing's finished pipipi 😔

[knottedhearts]

Streams. C.Sturniolo

Disclaimer: There will be NO smut with any Sturniolo writings, partially bc I'm gay 😭. Just fluff.

As the stream kicked off, Chris and Y/n sat side-by-side, both focused on the game but sharing the occasional laugh and inside joke. They worked seamlessly as a team, with Y/n providing witty commentary while Chris managed to balance gameplay and reading the chat. Then, someone in the chat sent a question that quickly snowballed, with more and more people typing it out:

“Wait, is Y/n Chris’s girlfriend?”

Chris glanced over, smirking as he read the question. “Oh, you guys want to know about that, huh?” He shot a playful look at Y/n, who immediately went wide-eyed, laughing nervously as the chat started spamming heart emojis and eyes emojis.

“Oh, stop it, Chris,” Y/n said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Focus on the game.”

But Chris wasn’t letting it go that easily. Leaning a bit closer to her, he grinned, “Well, I mean, she’s kinda my favorite person to be around. Wouldn’t you all agree?” He tilted his head toward her, his voice dropping just a little. “I mean, how could I not like her?”

The chat exploded. Messages flew by like, “OMG DID HE JUST SAY THAT?” and “CHRIS YOU’RE MAKING HER BLUSH.”

Y/n’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she rolled her eyes, laughing, “Chris, you’re going to start rumors.”

“Oh, but aren’t rumors just… a little bit true sometimes?” he replied with a wink, keeping his gaze on her for a few seconds longer than usual. The chat’s response? Absolute mayhem. Messages like “HE’S SO SMOOTH!” and “GET TOGETHER ALREADY!” filled the screen, and even some “SHIPPING THIS SO HARD!” comments slipped in.

“Okay, okay, let’s calm down,” Y/n said, waving her hands as if to quiet the chat but clearly trying to hide a smile. “You all heard nothing. We’re just good friends… right, Chris?”

Chris chuckled, giving her a teasing nudge. “Oh, I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe we’ll just leave them guessing.” He shot one last look at the camera, his smile practically a promise that this wouldn’t be the last time the chat got a little surprise. The chat erupted again, filling the screen with declarations of “CUTEST STREAM EVER!”

As the chat continued to flood with heart emojis and shipping comments, Chris leaned back with a playful sigh, glancing at Y/n with that signature smirk.

“Oh, man,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh, “I can already see the edits coming from this. Like, people are going to turn this whole stream into a full-on love story.”

Y/n covered her face, laughing as the chat went wild again. “STOP, CHRIS!” she said, half-laughing, half-groaning, trying to play it cool despite her blush. “You’re just giving them more material!”

Chris shrugged, looking back at the camera with a glint in his eye. “I mean, can you blame them? With moments like these…” He let his voice trail off, giving her a playful wink that had the chat absolutely exploding with messages like “HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING!” and “THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER!”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Well, great. Now I’m going to see romantic edits all over my feed.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n, you’ll love it,” Chris teased. “Let’s be real, they’ll probably even get the perfect soundtrack for it and everything.”

The chat agreed wholeheartedly, with messages like “WE GOT YOU COVERED!” and “EDITORS, ASSEMBLE!” filling the screen. And as Chris threw one last flirty look her way, the stream practically buzzed with excitement, already anticipating the edits.

As the stream continued, the chat popped up with a new question: “Y/n, what’s your favorite edit?” The question quickly gained momentum as fans flooded the chat with curiosity, and soon Chris noticed too.

“Ohhh, Y/n! They’re asking about your favorite edit,” he said, smirking as he turned toward her. “Come on, let’s hear it.”

Y/n grinned, clearly excited. “Okay, you know that edit where the song’s like, ‘Save your tears, honey, you’re a motherf*ing DIVA’?” She leaned back, laughing. “Yeah, that one. And it’s Nick in the edit, of course.”

Chris burst out laughing, clapping his hands. “Oh my god, that edit is legendary! I should’ve known that would be your favorite.”

The chat instantly went wild, flooding with “YESSS DIVA NICK!”, “THAT SONG HITS DIFFERENT!”, and “WE STAN A DIVA!”

Y/n chuckled, nodding. “I mean, it’s everything—the song, the attitude, Nick’s whole vibe. It’s just perfect.”

Chris leaned in with a grin. “You know, the editors are totally going to make more of those now, just for you.”

The chat buzzed with excitement as fans promised to create even more edits with that energy, while Y/n and Chris laughed at the chaos they’d started.

[eternalwritess]

jjk matchup exchange with @vai3r13 / @vai3-writes

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♦ You two definitely met at Jujutsu Tech, whether or not you were in his class or in Gojo's is absolutely irrelevant because either away you definitely approached this man first smiling and he absolutely could not ignore you as you were loud (not in a bad way) and in his face no matter how much he tried to look away from you he just couldn't

♦ At first he didn't like you that much, thought that you were too happy and too into being a Jujutsu sorcerer, he actually thought that you were kinda annoying and often compared you to Gojo. So it was safe to say that he didn't like you all that much but slowly as you two spent more and more time together it eventually changed

♦ The biggest change was when you two were both assigned a mission to exorcise a few grade two curses at a school and you both needed to split up in order to do so. At first he was trying to take charge of the situation, he told you to go one way and to not do certain things, making it pretty clear that he didn't trust you all that well but in retaliation once you saw how little faith he had in you you ran in a different direction and it all went to shit from there

♦ You still exorcised your fair share of curses and when you went to meet back up with him you saw that he was fighting a grade one curse, something that shouldn't have been there but then again, sometimes it got hard to label curses. So this one might've gained some sort of boost in that short time someone was trying to see what grade it was. Point being that since he was as experienced as he is now he was failing and miserably, missing about 20% of his strikes and desperately needing you help

♦ Which you gave him, you gave him some help because if you didn't then he would've likely died, and even thought you didn't like him all that much you didn't want him dying on you. Once you helped save him Kento immediately thanked you for your help, admitting that you were stronger than he thought you were

♦ Then on your way back from the mission he apologized for treating you badly back there and acting as if you didn't know anything, he was sincere and explained that he did that because he wasn't too sure of your abilities and he also admitting to thinking that he found you somewhat incompetent at first due to your overly friendly nature. He promised to not make that mistake again when it came to you

♦ Since that day he talked with you more and slowly began finding your overly happy demeanor kind of endearing in a way constantly being relieved and somewhat excited to see it every day, he actually didn't even notice how happy he was to see you until one day you were off for a mission and he didn't get to see you until you got back

♦ Gojo definitely noticed that he was a bit more emo than usual that day and decided to bully him for it while Haibara was just concerned with Kento asking if he had a good rest and such. Then when you came back Gojo knew what was going on and whispered something to Geto, Kento demanded to know but Gojo just giggled and walked away leaving him partially annoyed

♦ It wasn't until a day later when he realized what Gojo told Geto, Kento liked you and in a more than friends kind of way. He did not know how to feel about this, constantly wondering if he should try and bury down the feelings since it likely wouldn't work with his job or confess them towards you. It soon decided that it was better to bury them down and try to forget about them

♦ Sadly for him though Gojo had other plans, whenever you were talking with Gojo he'd constantly hint about how much Kento liked you and looked at you until you finally got the hint. It didn't take long and once you did notice you asked Gojo how he knew and he just walked off without answering

♦ Kento wasn't planning on confessing, that was until Gojo told him that he told you that Kento liked you and then suddenly Kento hated Gojo even more, telling him that it wasn't his business and that he shouldn't have done that. But Gojo shrugged it off and said how he couldn't stand his pining and wanted to get it over with

♦ Kento immediately found you after chewing Gojo out a little bit more and then started saying how while what Gojo said was true that you didn't have to accept his feelings at all and that he'd understand if you didn't feel the same for him in that way

♦ Yet when you told him that you did feel the same he didn't know how to response, I kid you not when I say he stood there for a minute not knowing what to say before nodding slowly and asking if you wanted to go out on a date with him

♦ You two ended up going to a cafe where Kento paid for your food and drinks, it was awkward as hell as he sat there not knowing what to do. You two ended up talking with you getting the conversation going and at basically every word you said he was blushing like an idiot

♦ Afterwards you both ended up going on a walk around Tokyo and just enjoying each others company. It wasn't too exciting date wise but he really did enjoy every second of it

♦ When Gojo found out that all of his work had finally paid off he was ecstatic, giggling and teasing Kento whenever he could. Constantly saying you're welcome when you two did something even remotely couply. This man was overjoyed and Kento was annoyed

♦ Geto was surprised that it happened, honestly even with Gojo spelling it out for the two of you he didn't think that it would happen. While he does tease Kento about it sometimes he doesn't tease you, just smiles and says how he's surprised that you fell for Kento of all people

♦ Haibara did NOT get the hint that you two were dating for a while, you two were dating for about 3 months when he realized and then asked why nobody told him. Needless to say he was giddy, saying how he wanted to be best man at the wedding and all that (not even in a teasing way)

♦ Utahime just teased Gojo saying how Kento got a girlfriend before he did, she didn't really care but she was happy for you two and happy that Kento did get a girlfriend before Gojo. She holds that over him

♦ Your relationship dynamic is, slight enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, sun x moon, workplace lovers, and friends to lovers

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♦ You and him constantly go on missions together and since both of you are leaders in a sense I think you would also both learn how to follow and how to let someone else take charge of a situation for once

♦ Whenever Kento stops by a cafe he always gets you something and always knows what you want without even asking you. Actually if you seem mad at something or upset he'll end up getting you something from a cafe to cheer you up

♦ If you ever played the piano for him it would instantly be his new favorite instrument. He wouldn't be able to hear a piano and not think of you and you playing it, hes a simp what can I say

♦ Even though he doesn't really do karaoke you drag him out to it anyways and get him to drink and sing a few songs with you, he's not very good at it though so he very much enjoys just sitting back and watching you sing instead of him

♦ He'd buy books with you, commonly going over to bookstores and walking through the shelves with you to see if there was anything interesting that the two of you may want to buy. He reads them before you and tells you if they're any good or not, but don't worry! He doesn't give spoilers!

♦ He is absolutely dumbfounded whenever you speak a different language, he kinda just looks your way and gives you the most confused look known to man. He can't even tell if you're speaking one language or the other. You could be speaking German and he'd ask if it was Russian

♦ He'd definitely trying ceramic painting with you, although he may not be that good at it and he would probably end up getting paint pretty much everywhere as he wouldn't really know how to do it but you'd laugh it off and suddenly that didn't matter to him anymore

♦ I feel like he would sorta bully you back, like you'd playfully swing a lighthearted mean comment at him and he'd do one right back at you with a slight smile across his face. Not to mention he's also relatively sarcastic so whenever you are he just does it right back at you, no hesitation at all

[the-elusive-soleil]

Some things that might have happened if the Valar had gone to war with Morgoth immediately after the Silmaril theft, and evacuated the Sindar, Avari, and very first Men to Aman to escape the continental destruction:

Nobody swears any Oaths. Feanor doesn't get the chance to, because the Valar go after Morgoth before he can.

He would have liked to go help with the war, but the Valar have made it clear that the Eruhini need to keep out from underfoot, and Ulmo is actually enforcing this one.

Feanor does contribute weapon designs in exchange for the promise of the Silmarils being returned to him ASAP.

(We have the sun and moon, I feel like I should say. The Valar made them when they needed light sources for the war and it was clear they weren't getting the Silmarils back all that soon.)

There's a lot of excitement when the new arrivals show up. Olwe is ecstatic to see his brother again - with a Maiarin wife and a daughter, too!

Thingol is upset about losing his realm and also grieving his friend FInwe, but cautiously intrigued to meet Finwe's family.

Feanor has become High King of the Noldor at least in name, but in practice what's developed is that Fingolfin and Maedhros and Caranthir and Turgon handle a lot of the day-to-day and Feanor is so busy crafting that he never noticed the shift. No one is super interested in telling him.

Thingol very nearly breaks it all open by accident, but they avoid a crisis just in time.

The Avari disappear into the outlands and forests and assimilate as little as possible.

Thingol and Melian start up a new city, but it's...not quite the same.

Luthien is restless. Her parents' new city might not have a girdle, but she feels fenced in anyway - partially with her parents not wanting her to stray too far in this strange new place, and partially because she's the one and only half-Maia and stunningly beautiful and everyone wants a piece of her, so to speak.

Funnily enough, certain of the Feanorians know exactly how those itchy feet feel, and her father doesn't hate them in this timeline.

She's not into hunting to kill things, really, but Celegorm teaches her this neat trick that sometimes you can just say you're 'going hunting' and head off to the woods to do whatever you want, like running just for the sake of it or dancing without anyone watching you, and no one will ask any questions.

She ends up spending a lot of time with him and the twins and Aredhel.

(Celegorm and Luthien eventually get married, because why not.)

(Melian gives her blessing on the condition that their firstborn son marries Nimloth, who goes along with it because she trusts Melian's foresight. Or, alternatively, they might have a daughter who marries Beren when he comes along; that'd be a fun twist.)

(The point is that Elrond and Elros eventually exist. They aren't in need of adoption, but they develop a surprising bond with their uncle Maglor.)

Almost forgot, the dwarves got brought over, too.

Caranthir does a lot of the negotiation with them, since his bluntness meshes best with their ways.

They and the Men keep having new generations be born and die, and it's...an adjustment for the elves.

Finrod, nonetheless, becomes great friends with a Man called Balan and his folk.

Caranthir encounters a Haladin woman named Haleth when she comes to court to arrange for greater independence for her people. He's in love at first sight. It takes her a little longer.

None of Caranthir's family understands why he'd choose to go through the eventual heartbreak of losing a spouse, but he ignores them all, and gets married anyway.

They have an astounding number of children. This is partially because they have better proximity and aren't in survival mode, partially because it takes them a sec to figure out how human conception works, and partially because Caranthir wants there to be as much Haleth in the world as possible before she's inevitably gone.

Hurin Thalion and Morwen have three lovely children. Nienor probably has a different name. Lalaith lives to an astoundingly old age, healthy as a horse.

Tuor and Idril, of course, get together. Turgon is a bit less enthusiastic about it this time, what with Tuor just being A Guy and not Ulmo's champion, but when would that ever stop Idril. Tuor does die eventually, but they have a good life till then.

Feanor ends up liking the Men and dwarves a lot more than anyone thought he would. He learns All The Languages, and loves to swap techniques with the dwarves and bounce off Men's ingenuity.

Also, the Sindar introduce a radical notion called marriage counseling, which is apparently something you invent if you're coping with Arda Marred instead of trying to maintain an assumption of perfection. They've also invented family therapy. Feanor and Nerdanel, and really the whole House of Finwe, benefit hugely from this.

Oh, and elf/dwarf relationships become hugely popular among the Noldor, because when your dwarf spouse dies you can literally go see them at Aule's house still as long as you're discreet about it, so no one bats an eye when Celebrimbor announces his engagement to the craftswoman Narvi some time down the line.

[softestqueeen]

like the movies

pairing: mads mikkelsen x actress!reader

summary: While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, unprotected p in v sex (please guys – don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mutual masturbating, fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), cumming in pants, breeding kink (sorry not sorry), mention of pubic hair

wordcount: 3480 words

a/n: I literally promised to write this for my best friend last year in september.💀 but now i finally had the time to write it. i plan on being a lot more active in the future, as I have been quite inactive in the past. now: enjoy <3

disclaimer: there is a link to the dress i image the reader wearing, the person wearing it is like 2000s cocaine thin, so if you don’t want to ruin the fantasy (because truthfully i don’t look like that either) i suggest you don’t open it and just imagine something that really fits your style and body <3

Finally, after more than two years of filming, the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” is only a few minutes away. After getting ready in your hotel room, you got into a limo with some of the other actresses that starred in the movie. You were so excited, because this was not just any premiere, you new movie would be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival in France.

Looking out the tinted window of the limousine, you could already see the red carpet and the endless paparazzi that were lining it. You took a deep breath as the car came to a halt and the door opened. One after the other your colleagues trickled out and onto the red carpet before it was your turn.

You would never get used to the feeling of standing on a red carpet. The way that the paparazzi and fans were screaming your name, fighting for your attention, wanting the perfect picture of you in your fancy outfit. The different poses, the group pictures, and the interviews along the way to the first ever screening of a new film.

Like every time, this all passed by like a blur. You were glad that it was over, but also a bit sad about it. For now, you would enjoy the film though. After all you worked hard on it, not just as an actress, but for the first time also as a director, which made this premiere even more special – if that was even possible.

Most of your colleagues had finished their walks on the red carpet now as well and were led to their seats. You knew that a lot of people didn’t actually go and watch the movie, but you loved to see the finished product on the big screen.

Getting settled with your popcorn, you suddenly feel someone sitting down next to you. Turning to face them, a smile instantly found it’s way onto your face when you saw that it was your colleague – and good friend – Mads Mikkelsen. Excitement filled you, because you knew that he normally went out to eat before the after- show party, which is why he would have missed the first screening.

The two of you exchanged short small talk about the premiere so far before the lights dimmed and the film started. Of course, you knew what was happening, but seeing the final cut and the whole story pieced together was amazing.

It was over way too soon and at the end you even got a little bit emotional. Partially because of the film – even though a lot of people would say it is ridiculous to shed a tear at this film – and also because it was now over. For such a long time you worked so hard on this film and now it is completed.

Hearing a sniffle next to him, Mads turned around to look at you. He quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket before asking you. “Are you alright, darling?”

The pet name made your heart rate pick up as you mutter a quiet ‘thanks’ while accepting the tissue. You leaned your head back and tried to dab the tears away without ruining your make up while Mads was still turned towards you, now with a worried expression on his face.

After collecting yourself for a moment, you turned to look at him again. “I’m all right, just a little emotional that’s all. We’ve worked so hard for this and now it’s over. I will miss the time on set.” You told him, while trying not to cry again, which surprisingly worked. He still didn’t look completely convinced but accepted your answer. For now.

The lights were now turned back on and Mads stood up, holding out his hand to you. You gladly accepted it and the two of you excited the cinema and made your way to the actual highlight of the evening: the after-show party.

“Have I already told you that you are an absolute beauty today?”, he asked while you walked, your arm still linked with his.

You turned your head and tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks at the actors’ words.

“No, you haven’t. But I also didn’t tell you that you look quite handsome in your suit as well,” you told him cheekily. Now that you were thinking about it, the two of you looked quite well together. Your chestnut brown dress complimented his dark grey suit very nicely. His tie even had a similar colour to your dress.

The two of you smiled at each other and braced yourself for the paparazzi you knew were waiting in front of the club the after-show party would be held at. You didn’t know if you should remove your hand as to not paint the wrong picture for the public but Mads seemed unbothered by the fact that you looked like a couple and you decided that you were too.

So, you entered the club arm in arm, the flashes behind you momentarily lighting up the entrance. After getting drinks the two of you slowly drifted to different corners of the party. You were hanging around with your friends while he was hanging around with his. And still you could often feel a pair of eyes on you and when you turned around it were always Mads eyes that caught yours.

This happened a few times and the longer the party went on – and the more drinks you had – the riskier you got. Sometimes you shot him a wink or held eye contact with him while dancing or whispering into one of your friends’ ears.

It was safe to say that you could now both feel the tension that is starting to form between you.

Throughout the evening this tension developed into something you hadn’t really felt in a long time: comfort.

No matter where you turned you knew he was there with that easy smile on his lips. And in a way his presence calmed your nerves like nothing else. Your earlier disappointment about the film slowly started to transform too.

And so, the only possible thing you could do was talk to him again. For a moment you thought he may have gone without you, as you turned but could not see him.

Thank God, you saw him emerging the bathroom just a moment later. You excused yourself from your current conversation with a director whose name you couldn’t recall anymore and approached Mads before he could slip away again.

Before you could say anything, Mads grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the area of the bathrooms, which was a bit more secluded and quieter. A lot less people were crowding the space, only the occasional person emerging from the bathrooms.

“Are you feeling better now, darling?”, he asks you, leaning closer to you, even though it was not necessary. At the sudden closeness and his repeated use of the pet name, you could feel your heart rate picking up.

“Yes, I am, thanks for asking,” you answered him before adding, “It’s getting kinda late though, so I’ll probably catch a taxi and head home now.”

“I was actually about to head back to the hotel soon, how about we share a taxi? Cheaper you know.” He adds the last sentence with a lazy smirk and a wink.

“Sounds good to me,” you flirted back.

When you went to turn to the entrance you noticed that you were still holding his hand. Tightening your grip on him you now fully turned and started guiding the two of you out of the night club.

Once outside, you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the crisp night air, though it could also be caused by the long skin contact with your quite handsome colleague.

Ever the gentleman, Mads noticed and quickly rid himself of his suit jacket and laid it over your bare shoulders. You thanked him with a slight blush that got even deeper when he put his arm around you and rested his hand respectfully on your waist.

With you in his arm he waved over a taxi, opened the car door for you and helped you inside, as he noticed your trouble from the light intoxication and high heels. He gave the driver the address of your hotel, which thankfully was not too far away from the venue.

Even though the two of you didn’t talk during the drive, you could both feel the sexual tension between you. It genuinely surprised you as you hadn’t thought about Mads this way before. Of course, he’s handsome but to you he was only a good friend.

But now that you were looking at him, his face illuminated only by the warm light of the French streetlamps, you had to admit that he was really good looking.

His face an even mix between sharp edges and soft rounds, his dark chocolate eyes almost black, strands of his salt and pepper hair falling into his forehead, unintentionally though it looks like it had been styled like this for hours. And his body, now that he had shed his jacket you could see the muscle straining his shirt by his arms and chest – those buttons were fighting for their life when he moved his arms – his suit trousers hugging his thighs so well. And those hands, slightly veiny, long fingers, you wondered what he could do with-

Suddenly the car came to a halt, and you stopped your anything but appropriate thoughts. Before you could even reach into your purse, Mads had already paid the driver and opened the door, offering you his hand once more after he climbed out himself.

Gladly you excepted his hand and let him pull you out of the car, after you wished the driver a good night. Mads’ arm found it’s way back around you, this time coming to rest at the small of your back.

The two of you entered the hotel, got your key cards, and then went into an elevator. On the ride up you could feel the heat from his hand – that was still nestled against your lower back – slowly spreading into the rest of your body.

Slowly you could also feel the heat setting root in your core and wetness pooling in your panties.

You were sure that Mads could also feel the tension and hot sparks that were flying between you.

A quiet ding brought you back into reality.

Though your rooms were on the same floor, yours was on the left while his room was to the right. However, you made no move towards it and let Mads hand guide you to his room. Both of you were aware of how this was going to play out.

At the thought of how this night would end you could feel your heartrate picking up again and your anticipation growing.

Mads held the key card against the door before opening it and guiding you inside. He closed it behind him, his hand momentarily leaving its place on your back.

He locked the door before turning to you again, a smile spreading on both of your faces.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better now,” he told you while making a few steps towards you.

“Well, I met this really handsome guy who showed me some kindness and made me feel a lot better,” you answered, deciding to play his game.

“Oh, did you really? And he was handsome, you say? Hmm... who could that have been?” he questioned teasingly, now standing directly in front of you.

Instead of answering him, you leaned forward and connected your lips before wrapping your hand around his neck. He immediately melted into the kiss and rested his hands on your hips.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. He swallowed your moans as he started to explore your mouth with his tongue, his hands starting to wander over your body. His hands on your body felt incredible, how they wandered over your hips, to your waist, to your shoulders where you could finally feel his hands against your bare skin and then back downwards again.

Slowly you started to move the two of you closer to the bed. Kicking off your high heels while Mads pushed his jacket from your shoulders, exposing your arms and back to him, you were now only wearing your dress. His lips left yours and started to wander down your throat, his hands now on your waist pulling your body flush to his.

You let your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss. While he was busy with your neck you loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. After opening the first few buttons with slightly shaky hands you let your hand glide over the now exposed skin, Mads hands on your hips tightening at the action.

Opening the button on his trouser, you pulled his shirt free and opened it up completely. As if in a hurry you clumsily pushed it off his shoulders. Mads momentarily broke the kiss to rid himself of his shirt and trousers, only his boxers remaining.

He immediately connected his lips with yours again, his hands wandering to the zip on your back, slowly, almost teasingly, pulling it down and exposing more of your skin inch by inch. His hands left your body, to pull down the straps of your dress.

Now that nothing was holding it up anymore, it fell from your body and pooled around your legs, your body now completely exposed to his eyes.

With still closed eyes he pulled away from your lips, only opening them again to eye your body, his eyes full of lust. The only piece of clothing that remained on your frame was your small slip.

Making eye contact with him, you slowly hooked your fingers into it, slowly pulling down your panties, exposing your glistening cunt to his eyes.

He grabbed a hold of your hips again and pushed you back onto the bed, chasing your body with his, never leaving too much space between you. He laid down on top of you, the only thing that were still separating you were his boxes.

While you start kissing him again, one of your hands starts teasing the waistline of his pants. With an impatient grunt from his side and a chuckle – both muffled by your mouths moving against each other – your hands slides underneath and grabs a hold of his hard cock.

Mads hands – that were resting on either side of your head – almost gave in ant the feeling of you finally stroking his aching dick. His kiss grows more heated as his hand wanders towards your core, returning the favour.

You let out a long moan as you felt his veiny hand making contact with your wet pussy. With ease he slides through your folds, collecting the wetness from your hole and spreading it over your clit, then repeating the process. Speeding up your strokes, he started to exclusively circle your clit, making you writhe beneath him.

He breaks the kiss before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You’re driving me insane. I’m so close from you just touching me.”, he whispers against your lips before moving his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel him starting to thrust into your hand, urging you to stroke him faster.

“I’m close too.”, you pant into his ear that is now directly next to your lips. You turn your head an d start planting light kisses against his temple while speeding up your strokes. Bucking your hips into his hand when he too becomes quicker, you can feel your high being only seconds away.

“I’m gonna cum!”, you say breathlessly before getting lost in your orgasm. You can feel Mads breath against your neck – erratic and heavy – as he releases into your hand, ruining his boxers in the process. The moans of your name while he came were the thing that triggered your own release, your body starting to convulse. Now his name was falling from your lips, your voice shaky from pleasure.

Slowly you both halt your movements and start to catch your breath. You pull your hand from his boxers, pulling the soft fabric down his thighs. He gets the hint and stands up, granting you an incredible view of his toned body as he rids himself of his now stained underwear.

He made eye contact with you while pulling the fabric down his legs, an easy smile appearing on his lips as he saw you pressing your thighs together.

Mads joined you on the bed, his body covering yours again. Instead of staying like this, he leans back to sit on his haunches, his cock now standing tall against his stomach, almost meeting the belly button with his tip. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs, torturing not just you but himself too.  

Throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side, he used both of his hands to spread your legs, just looking at your glistening cunt. You could see the hunger, the longing in his eyes.

“Fuck, that pussy is so pretty. If I wasn’t so impatient, I’d taste you now. But the nights still young,” he mutters, almost just to himself. You could feel yourself getting impatient, but before you could complain he leans over you again, one hand next to your head, the other one still spreading your legs.

He moves it now to grip his leaking cock, his cum the perfect lube. Gently, he runs the head of his cock through your folds, circling your clit. Once he feels he toyed with you enough, he moves to your entrance, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside of your hole.

Both of you let out a sigh of relief as Mads sinks inside of you. Leaving his cock now, his hand finds a place at your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your skin as he fully sinks inside of you.

Once Mads bottoms out, you feel like he’s in your stomach, his thick length creating a slight bulge at the front of your lower stomach. He leaves you a moment to adjust before he starts to move inside of you.

Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside of your tight hole before pulling out again, setting a slow pace for the both of you.

Not being able to handle his torturous strokes, you wrap your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

With every thrust you could feel him getting closer to your g-spot, his cock so deliciously deep inside you.

Now that you were thinking about it – though you weren’t thinking about much in that moment – he was the biggest (and best) you ever had. The way his veins dragged along your slick walls, his tip now hitting that gummy spot inside of you, the hair atop his cock stimulating your clit with every thrust.

It was truly magical.

“This is so much better than I imagined it, love. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck, so tight,” he groans into your ear, his hips speeding up their movements.

Your pulse quickened and you let out a moan at the thought of him imagining this over and over in his head. That thought almost brought you to your second high that night.

Mads was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot, moans now slipping freely from between your lips.

“Fuck Mads, I’m so close,” you pant into his ear, your nails slowly digging into his muscular shoulders.

“Me too, love, me too. Come with me. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me, milking me. Cum for me,” he almost demands before starting to relentlessly pound into you, tipping both of you over the edge.

He came with a shout of your name, filling you up with his thick cum while you were pulsing around him, gripping him even tighter. His head went into the crook of your neck as you both calmed down and evened out your breathing.

You unwrapped your legs from his hips, your hands drawing mindless shapes onto his back.

Once you had both calmed down a bit, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to get a towel. He gently cleaned you, before cleaning himself, dressing you in one of his boxers, before laying down next to you.

He engulfed you in his thick arms, your back flush to his chest, his nose burring itself in your hair.

“I think we should do this more often,” you told him before drifting off and his deep chuckle was the last thing you heard.

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FIC: "That Time Xuppu Broke the Chair" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

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02 September 2024

Prompt 11: Broken Chair

“I’m bored,” Xuppu whined from his spot in Marinette’s window.  Tikki looked up from the desk, where she had been watching a video on Marinette’s computer with some of the other kwamis.

“Come watch with us, then,” she said.  Xuppu huffed and rolled onto his back, throwing a paw over his eyes dramatically as his head lolled towards the desk.

“But I’m bored!” he whined again.  “Mistress hasn’t let us out in forever!  I miss my doofus!”

“Yeah,” Barkk sighed, nudging the ball with her nose to roll it back towards the wall.  She sighed as it bounced back towards her.  “Me, too.”

“I do miss Rose,” Daizzi piped up.  Tikki frowned as she looked around at her fellow kwamis.

“You all know why we have to lay low,” she said.  Beside her, Sass hissed out a sigh.

“Yesss, yesss,” he said.  “We all know why.  That does not make it any easier, Tikki.”

“Yeah,” Xuppu said.  “At least you and egg-breath get out sometimes.”

“It’ssss not my fault my power is more ussseful than yours,” Sass bit.  Xuppu sat up, ready for a fight, but Tikki called them to order before they could get out of hand.

“Enough, enough!” she called.  “Xuppu, you know it’s not personal!”

“Feels personal,” he grumbled, thinking of how often Sass’s holder had been around lately.  Of course he would get out more – their Guardian liked the musician.  He never got to see Kim anymore.

“It is not,” Tikki huffed.  “Just…find some way to entertain yourself, ok?  You’ll be back in the field soon enough, I’m sure of it!”

Xuppu grumped and flopped back onto the windowsill, pouting as he looked around the room.  Something shiny under Marinette’s chair caught his eye, and he grinned as he sat back up.

“Ok, Tikki,” he said, hopping up to float over to the desk.  “I think I will.”

. : .

“It’s just up here – you don’t have to follow me up,” Marinette laughed, rolling her eyes as Luka stepped into the room behind her.  “I’ll only be a minute.  Promise.”

“It’s fine,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked around.  She had a new dress partially completed on the dress form in the corner – something black, from the looks of it, but he wasn’t sure how far along in the process she was.  The black fabric could always be a template or something.  “I’d…rather avoid Tom’s interrogation, if its all the same.”

“…interrogation?” she laughed, looking back at him.  “What interro…”

It all happened so fast.

One minute Marinette was sitting down on her chair, intent on rolling over to her desk to look for the folder she had forgotten that morning.  The next thing she knew, the chair tilted and wobbled as the wheels went one way and the seat went another, and she was hit by the sudden feeling of weightlessness as she crashed to the floor.  For his part, Luka realized what was happening the second her eyes widened and had reached for her hand, but it was already too late.  He grabbed onto her wrist, trying to stop her, but all that managed to do was pull him down after her.

There was a loud crash, and a rattle from the desk, and maybe even a shout.  The next thing she knew, Marinette was on her back on the floor, Luka sprawled on top of her and staring down into her wide eyes with his own.  They were both panting and slightly rattled.

What the hell…?

“…are you ok?” he asked, his eyes searching her face.  She swallowed, her mouth snapping shut, and nodded.  He frowned, his brow pinching as his eyes darted down to her lips.  “You sure?”

“Y-yeah,” she mumbled, her fingers twitching at her side.  “Nothing.  Um.  Nothing feels broken.  You?”

“Yeah,” he said absently, nodding.  Her brow pinched, and he shook his head as he realized what he had said.  “I-I mean no.  Nothing…nothing broken.”

“…we should get up now,” she said.

“Probably should,” he agreed, nodding.  She swallowed again, and his eyes dropped to her throat.

“Can’t…um.  Can’t do that if you don’t,” she said, tapping her fingers again.  “You know.  Move.  First.”

“…yeah,” he said, but he made no effort to actually get up.  She lifted an eyebrow, and he shook his head.  “Is it…ok if I kind of don’t want to?”

“Luka…” she said.  His hand was by her face, and her eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his fingers against her temple.  “I-if you thought the interrogation from just standing around downstairs was going to be bad, don’t you think Papa finding us like this will be worse?”

“Kind of don’t care,” he chuckled.  He sounded dazed.  She couldn’t blame him – she felt a little dazed, too.  “Mari.  Can I…”

“Can I?” she asked, and when had her hands lifted from the floor to his sides?  Her fingers were still nervously tapping, and he chuckled again as he leaned in closer.

“We should probably pick you up a new chair when we go out,” he said, brushing his nose against hers.  She liked how that sounded.  Them.  Going out – though staying in was starting to sound pretty good, too.  “What even happened there, anyway?”

Marinette had her theories, but with a whole Luka on top of her and his face that close to hers…she didn’t really care.  She probably owed someone a treat, though, if…

“It’s on old chair,” she said softly.

“It was a cool chair,” he said.  Her fingers tapped against his sides again, and he smiled at her.

“Luka?” she asked, making him hum.  “Shut up and kiss me.”