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fickle-tiction · 3 months ago

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“So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

Years of training was the only thing that kept Bruce from freezing in his tracks at the voice suddenly inches from his ear. He continued tightening the small screw on his grappling hook, ignoring the sudden pounding of his heart.

"Deathly is a stretch." Maybe if he didn't turn around Diana would get bored and walk away.

"But the 'ticklish' part is not?" Naturally, Diana reached over and goosed Bruce's side when she said 'ticklish'.

Despite the fact that he was expecting the touch, Bruce still flinched away from the nimble fingers gently pinching in just the right spot to make him squirm. He sighed, knowing she wouldn't drop this any time soon. "Who have you been talking to?" He asked, setting his tools down and turning so he was face-to-face with his assailant.

Bruce never failed to surprise Diana. She was expecting him to lie, or threaten to kill Clark. She did not think he would accept defeat so easily. "Is this common knowledge?" Diana asked, wearing a sly smile. "Why am I just now finding out about it?"

"It's on a need-to-know basis." Bruce was too experienced to dart his eyes around in his search for escape. He already knew Diana would be able to read his next move before he even decided on one. Now his only goal was to mitigate the damage she was sure to inflict upon his ego.

"And Clark needs to know, but I do not?" Uh oh. That was a dangerous tone. Bruce did not like being on the receiving end of that one bit.

"Clark doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself."

"Unfortunately for you, we share that trait."

Bruce was too dignified to try to run away, but that didn't mean he had to just lay down and take it. When Diana reached out a hand, presumably to latch onto his sides, Bruce seized her by the wrist. He was in the process of throwing her over his shoulder when Diana's free hand found it's way to his topmost ribs.

Bruce bit his tongue in his haste to stifle his laughter, but he could not hide the full body flinch from Diana's keen gaze.

"So it's true!" She laughed with delight. She easily pulled her hand free and crowded Bruce against his workbench, hands roaming over his torso in search of a better spot that might draw his laughter out.

"Why--are you both--so--fascinated by this?" Bruce was trying to shield as much of his body from Diana's wandering fingers as he could. Unfortunately for him, Diana was faster. When he drew his arms in to protect his ribs, she tickled at his stomach. When he pushed her hand away to shield his stomach, she wiggled quick fingers under his chin. When he shrieked and slammed his chin down towards his chest...well, her eyes lit up and she chased after that sound.

"This is why." Diana laughed as she gently tickled at the thin skin of Bruce's neck. His shoulders had come up to try and protect his neck, and he had both hands latched around Diana's wrists. Diana didn't seem to mind, ignoring his attempts to stop her and testing to see if his ears were as bad as his neck.

They were worse.

"Diana!" Bruce gasped, jerking away from the nails gently scratching the shell of both ears. The laughter she had been so desperate to hear finally came out, and Bruce was helpless to stop the onslaught of giggles pouring out of him.

"Clark did not mention this." Batman was not only giggling, but blushing. His cheeks had taken on a soft pink glow, and the hapless smile stretched across his face seemed to take 10 years off him.

"Dihihihihi come o-hahaha-on!"

Diana decided to take pity on him, and move on. She quickly tickled down his neck, across his collar bones, down his ribs, ending at his stomach.

"Jehehehe-Jesus Chri-hihihihihi-st!" Bruce cackled, practically folding in two at the onslaught of sensations.

"Clark only spoke of your stomach being sensitive." Diana was deftly avoiding Bruce's hands once again. "We will have to compare notes later."

Bruce shook his head, not confident that he could form any words between his near-constant laughter. He couldn't slip past Diana, though not for lack of trying, and he couldn't catch her hands long enough to gather his sanity. There was only one other tactic he could think of. Bruce darted his own hands out, latched onto Diana's sides, and squeezed as fast as he could.

"Bruce!" Diana gasped, hands finally leaving his body as she drew her arms inwards to protect her sides.

"Does Clark know about this?" Bruce was panting as he caught his breath, but he did not slow down his attack. When Diana brought her arms in to block her sides, Bruce went for her stomach. When she laughed and gently pushed him away, his hands darted up to her neck. When that didn't get a response beyond her pushing his hands away, Bruce seized his opportunity and buried his hands into her armpits, fingers wiggling furiously.

"Ohohohoh my!" Diana laughed, jerking away from Bruce to try and protect herself. Bruce followed after her, using her distraction and his bulk to his advantage and wrapping Diana in a bear-hug from behind.

"Not so fast, Princess." Bruce had his left arm wrapped around Diana's waist, and was squeezing her hip. His right arm was stretched across her torso, and his hand was buried in her left armpit.

"You--are--terrible!" Diana laughed, hands loosely wrapped around Bruce's wrists as she let her laughter flow freely. It was not lost on him that she was allowing him to get his so-called revenge.

"You started it!" Bruce pointed out, walking his left hand up Diana's side, gently digging into her ribs at random.

"Actually," A voice said in Bruce's ear, causing him to let go of Diana and whirl around, a batarang appearing in his hand from seemingly thin air. "I did." Clark smirked, unphased as the sharp blade was held to his throat.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Bruce grouched, the batarang disappearing just as fast as it had appeared.

"Clark, you must see this." Was all the warning Bruce got before those damn nails were back to dancing across the shells of his ears.

"Son of a bihihihihihihitch!" The laughter was once again pouring freely from Bruce. He knocked Diana's hands away and clamped his hands over his ears to keep them safe. "I thought that was going to be our little secret?" He had to turn to say this to Diana, and that's when he realized just how close the two of them were standing. One look at their faces, and he knew it was not an accident that they were crowding him between them. "....now wait a minute."

"I call his stomach." Diana's snaked around him as she drew his back against her chest.

"Clark, if we work together we can take her down." Clark looked like he might be considering it, but Bruce couldn't be sure because Diana's fingers were suddenly wriggling into his armpits as soon as he finished speaking.

"Tempting, but I've never seen you laugh before." Diana eased up, not wanting to overwhelm Bruce. Tickling him would not be any fun if it was overstimulating. "I call his neck." If Diana's smile had been scary, Clark's was downright terrifying.

"Di, we can definitely take him down together." Bruce's eyes stayed fixed on Clark's hands, and when he reached out for him Bruce did his best to flatten himself against Diana to get as far away as he could.

"Oh, so you're ticklish and a traitor." Clark didn't seem at all bothered by the hands gripping his wrists. "That calls for drastic measures."

"I hate both of you." Was the last coherent thing Bruce said for quite a while. It turns out deathly ticklish was a fitting description after all.

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m1lkywaywritey · 28 days ago

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Forgive me

Relationship: Priest Gerard way x afab reader

Tags: smut, priest kink, first time, making out, moaning, dirty talk, hand jobs, semi-public sex, love bites, Catholic guilt, fingering if you squint, SHAMEEE, using the Lords name in vain, a little bit of angst?, calling him father (sexually), unprotected sex, corruption kink?, nipple stuff

Summary: Y/n has been having some unholy thoughts since befriending and crushing on her priest, so she decides to go confess and uuhhh things don't exactly go as planned...

A/N: HELLO I FINALLY FINISHED IT! i just wanna preface this with the fact that i dont know JACK SHIT about churches or priests or anything of the sort. Therefore if i fuck something up or its super inaccurate THEN IM SORRY!!!!! also this isnt proofread lol sorry

Word count: 3344

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You weren’t too sure whether you bought religion all too much but there was one thing that kept you going back to church (no, not the catholic guilt.) The super hot priest leading all the services of course.

You knew that practically and realistically nothing would ever happen, but what was the harm in a little eye candy for you on a Sunday. Aside from his great looks, he was genuinely a great guy - you had spoken to him after mass once and from then on the two of you got to know each other, becoming good friends. He was younger than most priests so he was easy to talk to and his name was Gerard.

To you he was perfect: funny, kind and totally sexy - if you were ignoring the elephant in the room. You knew priests didn’t have relationships - you knew they didn’t have sex, but that wasn’t enough to discourage the little crush on him you could feel forming. Maybe you were being deluded but you could’ve sworn he felt something too. You felt it in the eye contact he held for just a few moments too long every time and in his unprompted invitations for coffee together and how he blushed slightly when he asked you. Of course you had to wake yourself up from all that - he’s just being kind and welcoming, that’s basically half his job.

Lately however, you had been struggling to repress these thoughts about him - in fact they had been getting worse (and far more sexual) by the day. It was getting out of hand so you decided you needed to confess. To Gerard or to God? You hadn’t quite figured that out yet.

It was late on a Friday night when you pulled up outside the church, you knew Gerard would be there - he always was around this time. You didn’t exactly know what he did in his alone time but you assumed it consisted of sitting in the pews, contemplating and admiring the grand stained glass windows. You were surprised, however, to find him up on the sanctuary leaning on the altar. He was facing the cross but he had his head hung low, hair cascading over his face. He didn’t notice you come in, so when you walked over and said his name it startled him slightly as he whipped around to face you.

“Oh hey y/n! I- uh- I didn’t expect you here, whats the matter?” He exclaimed - still a little shaken from your mini jump-scare. You noticed he was acting a little off - he was avoiding eye contact, nervously pushing back his hair and you could’ve sworn he was blushing (but in the dim light of the church it was hard to tell.) It felt like you had caught him doing something he didn’t want you to know about.

“Are you okay?” You asked, ignoring his question due to your concerns.

“Yeah,yeah I’m fine, you just caught me in the middle of my confession that’s all. Uhh what are you here for?”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m here to confess something too actually”

“Cool, do you wanna go into the-“ He lifted his hand to gesture towards the confessional before you cut him off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You blurted out without even thinking. Gerard stopped dead in his tracks. He began stuttering and stumbling over his words (if you could even class it as words they were so broken). Naturally, you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up…

You stepped towards him and kissed him on the lips. You weren’t expecting that kind of confession from yourself and judging by his wide eyes and slack jaw, neither was he. Despite the shock of what you did, you both stayed deathly still, searching for answers in eachothers eyes. Nothing but the sound of your breaths filled the church but with the shame you felt, you could’ve screamed.

“Im so sorry, I should just go-“ you were actively turning to leave when Gerard cut you off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either” he whispered, putting his hands on your waist to stop you from leaving - his grip was light and hesitant but firm enough to keep you in place. He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, he knew the rules and he’d never even thought about going against them until you. You were worth it to him. “What do you think I was confessing hm? Every time I see you I just wanna give up my chastity right there and then. You don’t know what you fucking do to me.” By the end of his sentence his whispers had morphed into a low growl, you’d never heard him curse like that and god was it hot. He had broken eye contact and hung his head in shame of his dirty confession. You lifted his chin with your index finger so you could stare deeply into his eyes once more.

“Please Father...” You spoke in a hushed whisper, gazing up at him through your lashes. His eyes widened slightly, and only momentarily, but just enough for you to catch the look in his eyes. Contained in that one subconscious movement, you saw the sinful cocktail of horror and lust that filled him. You could tell he’d had some sort of realisation but you couldn’t place what it could be.

Oh-

Calling him father turned him on.

Time stood still, seconds felt like years, both of you too scared to move and lose this tension. Deep down, you knew it was wrong - and so did he - but in this moment you didn’t want to accidentally come to your senses. As more and more of these weighted seconds passed, your faces drew closer and closer as if there was a cosmic pull between you. Breathing gradually becoming faster and heavier with silence growing louder, you could hardly contain your unholy thoughts. One in particular making your breath hitch at the mere idea - finally breaking the ever-growing tension.

Suddenly, Gerard’s hands flew from your sides up to your face - lips crashing into yours with unbearable desperation. It was like he had never touched anyone like this before in his life - because he hadn’t. His grip on your face was strong like he was trying to drink every inch of you before he died of thirst. The kiss was messy and untamed, inexperienced too but far more passionate than you’d had before. He wasn’t shy to let his tongue roam around your mouth, his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if trying not to wake up from this dream he was living. Trying not to remember where and who he was. In that moment all he knew was you.

Gerard was clearly not holding back - letting out any moans, whimpers and groans that threatened to emerge from his throat like a horny teenage boy. He had gotten a taste of you and he wasn’t going to stop there. From a priest, you had expected a soft, gentle, caring touch much like his regular demeanour. This was far from that. He was filled with pure, pent up, desperation. The fact he was doing it with you - the girl he had not long ago repented for all his unholy thoughts about - only fuelled his loving lust further.

Gerard’s hands slid back down towards your waist - this time with no reminiscence of his former hesitance - digging his fingers into your flesh and pulling you impossibly close. The force making you hum a moan into his lips, only causing him to groan louder and grip you tighter. You were sure it would leave a mark. With your new proximity you could feel the outline of his erection against your pelvis. You started to grind against him, subtly trying to gauge his size.

Fuck.

You let out a whimpering moan. You weren’t sure if you could even take him but you knew you needed it. Now. You broke the kiss to speak “Please- “ drunk on your lips Gerard pulled you back into the kiss almost immediately and you chuckled at his impatience. “Please- “ you broke out again but Gerard insisted on kissing you between every word.

“Touch- Me- Father- “ you managed to get out between kisses - using his title again because you loved what it did to him. He spun you both around so you were leaning slightly on the altar for support. He didn’t seem to notice as he was so occupied on you, but to you being on the altar felt so wrong it was perfect. Just like every corruption fantasy you’d ever had about Gerard - practically defiling the altar felt so erotic and leaving your mark on his swollen lips turned you on more than you could tell. He began to move his kisses to your jaw, pecking all the way up to your ear, inhaling sharply through his nose, taking in your scent.

“God I’ve been thinking about you like the for so long” Despite everything he had already gone against this evening, his blasphemy still caught you off guard. Things had changed so quickly and you were scared he was acting off of impulse rather than true desire.

“Gerard- Ah- Are you sure?” His only response to your question was a series of hums of agreement and arousal, sucking a spot below your ear that made your whole body tingle. “Gerard-“ you continued, trying to be considerate but being cut off by your own moans. Gerard didn’t seem to share your concern, muffled an against your skin he began to speak.

He placed a sloppy kiss in between your collarbones and you felt a shift in his demeanour. He brought his head up to rest his forehead on yours. There was a quiet moment, both of you allowing your breathing to slow, occasionally syncing up and breathing rhythmically together. “Can I… Can I take this off you?” He somewhat nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt. His words were cautious - nervous even - you remembered that this wasn’t just his first time, he was going against the thing he built his life around for you.

“Call me father.” If you weren’t soaking wet already, that sure would’ve done it. The last inkling of hesitation from within you was long gone with his request and you threw your head back finally letting go - calling out his title just as he had requested. With your head back Gerard had access to whole new areas of your neck and collarbones. You were leaning back on one hand so you brought the other up to rake through his hair, encouraging his kisses and pulling him closer - much to his liking. You let out a gasping moan as he sucked a sweet spot - there was no way all these hickeys were going anywhere anytime soon but you were far too aroused to think about what people would think about you here on Sunday.

“Please” you said reassuringly running your hands through his hair and pulling him in for one more kiss before his hands snaked under your top. He pulled his head away from yours for what felt like the first time in years and lifted the top over your head - tossing the garment into the pews of the church. He took a moment ogling at the sheer sight of your body. Admiring it and committing every small detail to memory. He reached out to rake his hands up your sides then over your boobs.

He reached behind you, struggling to unclasp your bra - you let out a small giggle and helped him out, pulling it off and leaving you fully exposed in the cold church air. The chill that caused your nipples to harden was short lived as Gerard took one nipple sloppily into his warm, wet mouth. If you thought he couldn’t moan any more than he already had, you were dead wrong. The way he was getting off on worshipping your body could’ve made you finish right then. He used one hand to grope your other breast, occasionally squeezing and stimulating your nipple. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady. Strings of moans escaped your mouth, for someone with absolutely no experience, he caught on very quickly how to please you.

While he was occupied you took the opportunity to remove your trousers and shift to sit fully on the altar. You gently gripped Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand from the small of your back, down towards your pussy. With only your underwear as a barrier, Gerard palmed you through them. He broke his contact with your boob to stare down at the mess you had made of your underwear, soaking was an understatement. Pupils blown wide; whimpering breaths; jaw hanging open - maybe he was a bigger mess than you were.

“Fuck your so wet” He groaned as he continued to feel you through your soaked pants, his middle finger occasionally running right along your slit giving your clit a taste of some much needed friction. Gerards eyes flicked up and down almost rapidly - unsure whether to look down there or up at your face contorting with pleasure as he grazed over your sweet spot. Wherever he was looking, he was taking in and analysing your reactions to quickly learn what made you tick.

“Please father, I need you” You said, getting a little impatient with all Gerard’s teasing. He wanted to give you what you wanted and started to unbutton his shirt. That was before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No! Keep that on… I like it” You said, giving him a faux-innocent look and hooking your finger over his clerical collar, hoping he’d get the memo.

“Was that your plan all along?” He asked teasingly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt instead. “Did you come here just to fuck your priest hm?” You were absolutely stunned by his questions. Your jaw dropped and you nodded hesitantly. “You’re so fucking dirty” He said huskily, finally letting his cock spring free from his boxers. You were in complete awe of his size and you practically moaned at the sight- you thought about what a waste it was for him to be celibate with a dick like that, well not anymore you supposed.

His dick was so hard it almost looked painful, it was completely flushed with the tip even more so and he already had beads of precum rolling down his length (you also spotted a wet patch on his boxers from it.) You reached out to touch him, going gently at first, and he hissed at the contact. You pumped your hand up and down a few more times, falling into a steady rhythm making Gerard’s head fall back. With his head back like that, you could see his slight stubble and you wanted absolutely nothing more than to mark him up with some pretty lovebites that he’d struggle to hide tomorrow. You decided against it but still planted some lighter kisses on his neck.

Gerards moans were becoming increasingly loud and more frequent and just then he gripped your wrist to stop your rhythm. “Fuck-“ He whimpered trying to catch his breath. “Let me fuck you.”

“Please” you whined in response. Gerard hooked his finger around your underwear, pulling them to the side. “Forgive me” he whispers so quietly you barely caught it, before he lined himself up and plunged into you. Both of you groaned at the new sensation. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size as you clenched around him. Eventually, he drew back for the first time and pushed back in. You could never even describe the pleasure it brought you - even at the achingly slow pace he started at.

With each slow thrust, whimpers escaped his throat - they morphed into whines as he gradually sped up. You couldn’t tell if he was gaining confidence in his movements or just speeding up out of bare desperation. Every time he grazed the sweet spot that made you clench around him, he strived harder to hit it again - the added stimulation driving him crazy. You made an effort to hold eye contact with him, watching his face contort with pleasure he’d never felt before could’ve made you orgasm right then. You felt fucking incredible but you need just a little more.

“Fast- fuck- Faster Father” you moaned out, mouth agape staring into his blown pupils. Gerard obliged, hooking his arms around your thighs - he did it with the intention of keeping you steady, but what it did was create a whole new angle into of you. Each roll of his hips felt about ten times better, he was hitting all the right places at just the right speed. The altar was now creaking loudly beneath you, reminding you of where you were (which honestly only spurred you on.)

With the new angle and speed you could feel your core tightening - climax growing closer. You leaned in, capturing his lips in another messy and untamed kiss. Your walls squeezed tighter around him, practically milking him at this point. You slipped your hand between the two of you to stroke circles on your clit and you noticed every few thrusts Gerard’s hips would falter slightly - he was getting close too.

With your fingers on your clit, his dick deep inside of you and the thought of how wrong this was, your orgasm crashed over you in a wave. Your screams of pleasure funnelled straight into his mouth. Gerard was still pushing into you, chasing his own orgasm. Your pussy spasmed around him and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck somethings happening- I- Oh my god- Where do I-“ Gerards words spilled out. It was such a foreign feeling to him and he had never felt better.

“Cum in me Father” you whined out, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm - overstimulated and almost hazy. Gerard complied moaning and whining, his thrusts had almost no rhythm now as you felt ropes of his white, hot cum spill into you. “Oh, God.” He moaned out as he filled you with the last of his cum. Was he talking to you or god? You couldn’t quite tell.

Both of you were spent, coming down from your peaks and you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders - him still inside of you. The room felt eerily quiet without the sounds of sex - just the same heavy breathing this all started with. After about a minute he pulled out (eliciting one last groan from the both of you), tucked himself back into his boxers and did up his belt. He turned to walk away and you were scared for a second that he was leaving but he went to retrieve your clothes that were carelessly discarded into the pews. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed, neither of you said a word.

You felt so guilty, sure the thought of corrupting him like that was what turned you on in the moment, but now - even after he had broken his celibacy for you - he was taking the time to make sure you were clean, dressed and okay. It just reminded you why you liked him, he was genuinely a great guy, he never had bad intentions and he was so caring. You were sure you’d never be able to see him again after this and just the thought upset you.

He had an almost sorrowful, clearly pensive, look on his face - probably trying to figure out what’s gonna happen now. Ideally he would just repent and break contact with you, but could he really give you up now? After he got exactly what he’s been dreaming about? He really wasn’t sure.

You decided you needed to break this silence you were sat in, once you were dressed, you got to your feet and looked up into his eyes. “What do we do now?” You asked - almost tearing up a little.

“I- I don’t know”

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A/N: thanks so much for reading! please let me know what you thought + if I made any mistakes :p

#m1lkyway fics #this is also up on ao3!#gerard way x reader #gerard way fanfiction #priest gerard #mcr fanfiction #fan fic writing #ao3 #mcr #gerard way #my chemical romance

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httpvomitello · 6 months ago

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Loved the request of the boys with an so with an evil turtle pet! Donnie especially cuz, ya know, he’s a soft shell and the evil turtle from TAWOG is a soft shell

Inspired by that but can I request how the rude boys would react to an S/O who has a pet cat, which is usually a very shy pet, that instantly warms up to the turtles. Turtles are sitting down? Cat is curling up in their lap. Turtle is leaving the room? They’ve now got a fuzzy sidekick mewing after them. Turtle is working out? The cat sits on their shells if they do push ups

ALSO the cat playing with the ends of their bandanna tails like it’s a ribbon toy!

Just general fluffy cute pet shenanigans if that’s okay!

Owwn, that's cute! Fun fact: i have a black cat named Donnie from TMNT and he's my adorable baby. Anyways, i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leo wasn’t exactly a cat person—he wasn’t not a cat person, either. He just didn’t expect to win over your shy little furball the moment he stepped into your apartment.

As soon as Leo sat down on your couch, your cat trotted over, tail high, and leapt into his lap. Leo froze, unsure of what to do.

“Uh… hey there,” he said softly, glancing at you for guidance. You stared back in shock.

“He never done that before,” you whispered, amazed.

The cat nuzzled against Leo’s plastron, purring like a little engine. Leo’s serious demeanor melted as he cautiously scratched behind his ears. “Guess I’m a cat whisperer now.”

The real kicker came during his workout the next day, when you decided to pay a visit to the lair and didn't want to leave your baby alone. He was halfway through his push-ups when your cat decided it was the perfect perch, hopping onto his shell like it was a throne.

“You’re not making this any easier,” Leo grunted, but there was a fond smile on his face. Every time he pushed up, the cat swayed slightly but stayed balanced. It seemed to enjoy the ride.

The best part? Your cat loved playing with his bandanna tails. Leo would sit down to meditate, only for the cat to leap out and swat at the trailing fabric like it was the greatest toy ever. Despite his attempts to stay zen, Leo couldn’t help but chuckle.

“He's determined to keep me from finding inner peace,” he’d say, but you knew he secretly loved every second of it.

Raph wasn’t used to animals liking him right away. His gruff exterior usually kept them at bay. But your cat? It was like he saw right through him.

The first time Raph sat down, your cat immediately made a beeline for him, curling up in his lap without a second thought. He raised a brow, looking at you.

“This thing broken or something?” he joked, but you could see the hint of a smile.

The cat kneaded its tiny paws into his thighs, purring so loud it was almost comical. Raph gently petted it, his big hands surprisingly delicate. “Alright, you’re kinda cute,” he admitted under his breath.

Things escalated when Raph started his daily workout. As he cranked out push-ups, your cat decided it was the perfect opportunity to claim his shell as a lounging spot.

“Really?” Raph grunted, pausing mid-push-up. The cat just blinked lazily at him. “You’re not even gonna move, huh?”

Raph ended up doing the rest of his reps with the cat perched proudly on his shell. Later, he tried to act like it was no big deal, but you caught him sneaking little glances at the cat, clearly smitten.

Then there was the bandanna situation. Your cat couldn’t get enough of Raph’s tails, chasing and pouncing on them whenever he walked by. Raph would grumble about it, but you noticed how he started dragging his tails along the floor on purpose just to give the cat a little thrill.

Donnie had read enough about animal behavior to know that cats were naturally cautious creatures. So, when your shy cat immediately climbed into his lap, he was floored.

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise as the cat curled up and started purring. “This… this is unexpected.”

You watched, just as shocked. “She don’t usually warm up to people that fast.”

Donnie couldn’t resist analyzing the situation. “It could be my body temperature or the texture of my skin. Fascinating…”

But soon, he was completely distracted by how cute your cat was. He gently scratched under her chin, and the cat melted even more, pressing her head into his hand.

When Donnie worked on his projects, the cat was always nearby, either curled up next to him or batting at his bandanna tails. He tried to shoo it away gently when she started pawing at delicate wires, but he never could stay mad.

Then came the push-ups. Donnie was halfway through his set when he felt a familiar weight on his shell. He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Guess I’ve got a workout buddy now.”

The cat stayed perfectly balanced as Donnie continued his push-ups. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, and Donnie just shook his head, amused.

“Looks like I’ve been adopted,” he said, clearly pleased about it.

“Duuude, this cat is, like, magnetically drawn to me!” Mikey exclaimed the moment your cat jumped into his lap.

You were stunned. “ Well, that's cute! It's the first time she's approached someone she doesn't know of her own free will.”

Mikey was already smitten, cradling your cat like a baby. “I knew we were destined to be besties,” he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her soft fur. The cat purred loudly, nuzzling into him.

From that moment on, Mikey and your cat were inseparable. If Mikey was in the kitchen, the cat was at his feet, hoping for a snack. If he was gaming, the cat was draped over his lap like a fuzzy blanket.

Workouts were a whole new level of hilarious. As soon as Mikey hit the floor for push-ups, the cat hopped onto his shell, tail flicking as if to say, “This is my spot now.”

“Check it out, babe!” Mikey said, laughing as he did his reps. “Shell lifts, now with extra weight!”

Mikey quickly discovered that your cat had a thing for his tails. Every time he walked by, the cat would pounce, swatting and chasing them like it was playing with the world’s best ribbon toy.

He’d spin in circles, laughing as the cat tried to keep up. “Who needs a laser pointer when you’ve got bandanna tails, am I right?”

Your cat adored Mikey’s playful energy, and Mikey loved having a little furry sidekick. He’d often turn to you with a huge grin and say, “I think your cat loves me more than you do!”

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse mikey #bayverse donnie #bayverse raphael #they/them #cat

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paracosm-draw · 15 days ago

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omg PLEASE do "a surprise kiss during laughter, when one just can’t help it anymore and finally caves", i need silly fluff in my life

I'm back from my 48h of hell (night shifts at the hospital) and I finally slept enough to be able to answer all the asks !

I've got two asks for this prompt, so here we go nonnies ☀️ It starts with a little bit of angst but don't worry it has a very happy ending 😌 Hope you'll like it 💕

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The weeks after the death of the Duchess Kryze had been the longest ones Anakin had had to endure in a while. Time seemed to stretch on and on until he was feeling worn out even though he wasn't the one in mourning. In the short time he had met Satine, he had appreciated her for her sense of duty, her wit rivaling Obi-Wan’s and the fact that she wasn’t afraid to take controversial but necessary decisions in order to act for her people instead of getting bogged down in endless, pointless debates. He appreciated her but he didn't know her. Not like Obi-Wan did.

Anakin knew that he was grieving. In his own way and at his own pace. He wouldn't admit it and he wouldn’t talk about it - not that Anakin knew how to approach the delicate subject - but he was grieving. He was grieving a long-time friend and a confidant in the eyes of the majority of people. For Anakin, he was also grieving a more secret, more intimate thing he kept carefully locked inside of his heart, a thing Anakin could only guess from rare and meager clues, since he didn’t have the key to said heart.

At first, he had tried to deal with the situation like he had when he had lost his mother. Mourning was an universal experience, after all. People probably grieved all the same, he thought. He remembered how angry he’d been at the time. How it had led to one of the worst decisions of his life. How the anger hadn’t subsided after that, but seeped deeper inside of his bones, left to rot, dormant but never gone. He had thought then, that Obi-Wan might be angry too.

It turned out Obi-Wan wasn't angry. He was sad and nostalgic, which was worse. Worse because Anakin had no clue about how to deal with that, with something other than anger, with something that didn’t push him to action but rather kept him still. He had no idea about what Obi-Wan needed. Was it comfort ? Was it loneliness ? Was it something else ? Someone else ? Someone who knew exactly what words to say, what level of physical touch to use, when to take him out and when to leave him in peace ? Someone who knew how to bring back to life the beloved spark that had quietly died down in Obi-Wan's eyes ?

Someone who was not Anakin. Anakin who didn’t know what to say and how to comfort and when to let go. Anakin who was too much or never enough, and who wanted nothing more than to take his pain away and to make it his own, to curl up around Obi-Wan like a loyal tooka and stay there until his heart unbroke on its own.

So that's what he decided to do. He stayed there, by his side. Awkwardly, most of the time. Refusing mission after mission to keep an eye on him and inventing excuses after excuses when Obi-Wan asked him about it. He stayed and watched, willing to continue doing so until Obi-Wan got annoyed and sent him off. It hadn’t happened yet so Anakin kept watching. Maybe a little too much-

“Anakin, be caref-”

Obi-Wan's exclamation got lost in the impact that rattled through Anakin’s skull as he walked straight into a pole, in the middle of Coruscant’s crowded streets. The shock sent him down on his butt as an acute wave of pain traveled from his forehead to the back of his neck, making his vision blur and his ears ring for a second.

“Oh dear, are you alright ?!”

Obi-Wan had crouched next to him, a supporting hand on his shoulder. Anakin blinked and turned his head to him, his forehead pounding unpleasantly.

“Uh…”

He didn't know what was the most humiliating, to be honest. The fact that he didn’t see that pole because he was - once again - too busy staring at Obi-Wan, the obvious bump slowly starting to grow on his forehead or the fact that Obi-Wan was… laughing ? Or trying not to, at least. But the way his eyes crinkled on the corners and the effort he put on biting his lips betrayed him. Not the reaction Anakin expected. He tilted his head on the side, confused and clearly dumbstruck, and that exact thing was what seemed to be the last straw for Obi-Wan Kenobi, poised and respectable Master Jedi in mourning.

He burst out laughing. Not the polite and discrete laugh he gave politicians with his hand above his mouth, not the occasional chuckles he graced Anakin when he did or said something funny, but a true, bright laugh that came right from his chest, head thrown back and teeth in display. His whole body shook with the strength of it, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes before spilling along his cheeks, a blush spreading from the tip of his ears to the collar of his tabard. He laughed like he was unable to stop and Anakin stared, bewildered, all pain and humiliation forgotten in favor of absolute awe.

He didn’t remember when he’d seen Obi-Wan laugh like that for the last time. If he even had. But from now on it would be his number one priority. Obi-Wan looked… free, like that. Younger, unburdened, happy. Gorgeous. Something violent stirred in Anakin's chest, something he had spent years trying to tame and bury. To forget. Something which now ferociously clawed at the inside of his ribcage to get out, drawn by that laugh that sounded like a miracle.

"I'm- I'm sorry, A- Anakin. It's just-" Obi-Wan hiccupped, then doubled over with laughter, teeth flashing and tears spilling.

The beast in Anakin's chest roared. He leaned forward, his hands finding the strong lines of Obi-Wan’s shoulders, and stole the marvelous sound directly from his source. He wasn’t thinking, not really, rather acting on instinct. Obi-Wan stopped laughing with a surprised gasp, which was the opposite of what Anakin was trying to achieve, really. He froze but didn’t try to push him away, so Anakin pressed his lips tighter against his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, heart beating wildly in his chest.

A lifetime might have passed, or probably just the blink of an eye, when Obi-Wan moved again, a gentle hand cupping Anakin’s jaw. His mouth moved against his own, not to kiss back but to pronounce a little word that meant everything for Anakin when it came from Obi-Wan. His name. Uncertain. Questioning.

“Anakin…”

The warmth of his breath tingled Anakin’s lips, who opened his mouth to let out his own, short and shaky. Their mouths brushed, soft and parted, and Anakin pushed forward to fit them together again. The fingers on his jaw strengthened, not to stop him but to pull him closer, he realized in wonder when lips pressed back against his own. The hand on his face traveled to the back of his neck, curling around the base of his hair and holding him tight. Anakin sighed softly against the touch, moving his own hand to cup the side of Obi-Wan’s face, fingers grazing against the edge of his beard as their mouths tentatively discovered each other.

It feels right, was the first thought crossing Anakin’s mind. The way they fitted together, the taste of his own spit on Obi-Wan’s lips, the gentle burn of his mustache against his mouth, the sweet noises they drew from each other. More than that, the way their dormant bond had ignited alive at the faintest brush of their lips, the way their Force signatures had curled up against each other, so tightly entangled they couldn't tell where Anakin’s was starting and where Obi-Wan's was ending. The synchronization of their pulse. The light trembling of their bodies. The fact that they stayed intertwined after breaking the kiss, breathing in each other’s space like it was the only source of oxygen.

Anakin slipped his fingers behind Obi-Wan’s ears, pressing his forehead against his as his thumb gently caressed his cheekbone.

“I want to hear you laugh like that again.” He murmured.

Obi-Wan let out a chopped breath which sounded suspiciously like a disbelieving chuckle.

“Even at the expense of your pretty head ?”

“I would gladly hit my head on every pole I see, if it’s what it takes.” Anakin answered fiercely, maybe a little too much, but he was rewarded with a laugh. Another. He preciously bottled it in a corner of his mind.

“Ridiculous boy.” Obi-Wan shook his head fondly and brushed the tip of his fingers around the bump ornating his forehead. “You didn’t have to go to such extremes, you know ? I’d rather you keep that lovely face of yours unharmed.”

Anakin shrugged, but before he got the chance to think about a clever answer, Obi-Wan leaned in and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, making his mind go blank. Again.

“We should pay a visit to the Halls of Healing, just to make sure you don't have a concussion.” Obi-Wan decided.

“Uh- Yeah, sure.” Anakin answered dumbly, feeling strangely dizzy and rather hot all of the sudden.

“Great.” Obi-Wan grinned. He gently placed another kiss on his temple before grabbing his arm to help him get up. “Let’s go, before you realize.”

Realize what, Anakin didn’t really know. But he would gladly follow Obi-Wan to the depths of Hell if he kept kissing him like that.

#ehehe obi wan has discovered a very dangerous power #thanks for the ask!#obikin #obikin fic #kiss prompts #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anakin x obi wan #obi wan x anakin #star wars fic #star wars

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heylittleriotact · 1 month ago

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Smut Prompts!! Number 10!

@smoreofbabylon also sent me this one and I love you both - I was really hoping for this one.

It got uh… it got out of hand. I’ll probably post this on ao3 later, but for now:

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Emmrich x Rook Modern Funeral Home AU

He’d never been in the bottom drawer of Rook’s nightstand - never had any reason to: she kept the condoms in the smaller upper part, and unlike her, he wasn’t a nosy snoop and didn’t help himself to the contents of random cupboards and drawers.

But having just been invited to slip a finger or two inside of her cute little arsehole, a pause for necessities was called for: lubrication, specifically - he simply wouldn’t entertain proceeding without it, even despite the fact that her soft pink lips were plenty drenched after twenty-some-odd-minutes of him teasing her… bringing her right to the edge and backing off, over and over - much to her frustration.

He'd get her where she needed to be, certainly - and they both knew it - but oh - how he loved wringing every quavering moan from her lips… every softly whispered plea to - this time - please, please, please…

“Bottom drawer!” She’d urged when he told her he would be honoured to play with her glorious ass - and to the bottom drawer he went.

“What?” She asked at the sound of his sharp intake of breath when he gripped the wobbly handle and pulled.

“Ohhh, darling…” he exhaled, eyes widening at the sight before him.

Lube. There was definitely lube.

It was nestled innocently atop a collection of toys that could only be defined as a small hoard: a cheap, robin’s egg blue vibrator - brutal and efficient with a cock head and a base you twisted to power it on, a classically shaped dildo made of clear silicone and filled with rainbow coloured confetti; a smaller, flesh coloured one; a rabbit vibrator; a variety of differently sized butt plugs; an insertable that looked to be made of hand blown glass; a set of leather wrist cuffs and a matching collar; anal beads; handcuffs; something that had to be a dildo but looked… alien and intimidating; nipple clamps, nipple suckers; a harness; and goodness - candles…?

He was torn from his spontaneous cataloguing when Rook’s hand clapped against his bare ass playfully but hard enough to make him flinch.

“I’m sorry, are you online shopping, or are you getting lube?”

“I knew you were naughty, darling, but I must say I hadn’t entertained the idea of such… variety…”

“What - a girl’s not allowed to have interests?” Came her voice from the bed above him. He gasped in surprise when she reached between his legs and tugged on his cock, stroking as he leaned over the edge of the bed, surveying the trove of toys in front of him.

“I’m very intrigued by your interests…” he swallowed, thrusting into her hand, an idea presenting itself to him - a great idea: a sordid idea. “I would very much like to see them in action.”

Mind made, his fingers wrapped around the bottle of water-based lubricant and a sleek looking device he’d seen advertised online but never encountered personally.

He slid the drawer shut, shuffled back and sat back on his knees between Rook’s ink-covered legs.

“Here you are, dearest,” he said as if he was passing her a breakfast sandwich, but actually he had slipped the toy into her hand.

“My Satisfyer?” She queried. “What, you’ve never seen one of these before?”

“I’ve seen them,” he told her, pouring a decent amount of lube onto his fingertips, his expression placid. “But I’ve never seen one in action - and I would like to.”

She sat up on her elbows a little. “I fucking love this thing. It’s easy—” She angled it sideways and indicated a button on the handle with her fingertip. “You just press and hold this button until it turns on, and then put it over my clit. You can increase the suction if you keep pushing the button. Easy.” She repeated, and held it out to him.

He didn’t take it from her.

Poor thing… she hadn’t quite caught on, had she?

The lube, slightly warmed by his heat but still below body temperature, wrenched a sharp intake of breath from Rook when his fingertips dipped between her cheeks and brushed against her tight hole.

“I would love a demonstration,” he purred, continuing to languidly spread the lube and her own slick over her, while lazily doodling circles over her knee with his other hand.

His middle finger slipped in to the first knuckle just for a moment - a fleeting pass over the threshold and out again. Rook groaned.

“Will you show me?”

His tone was pleasant - downright cordial - but he felt the tug of the covers beneath him when Rook’s toes curled into them at his words.

Up to the second knuckle this time: he lingered, slowly exploring the plush, soft give of her. She groaned - deep and abandoned - and he watched intently as she placed her fingers on either side of her cunt and pulled up towards her belly button, exposing her flushed, swollen clit in all of its rosy glory.

The toy hummed to life and she enveloped her clit in the small opening at the top like she was snuffing a lurid candle.

Instantly she whined, and precum had already started beading on the tip of his cock at the sight of her, reposed in pleasure before him.

He made an approving sound far back in his throat - like he was appreciating a particularly well-preserved corpse - and pressed deeper still, taking his time - careful not to hurt his beloved: Rook’s back arched off the bed a little and she clenched around him. He withdrew the finger almost entirely, and then slowly reintroduced it.

“More…” she urged breathlessly, clicking the button on the toy and uttering a giddy whimper when it hummed a bit louder. “I want more…”

Oh how he wanted to acquiesce her, but…

“Manners, dear.”

‘Manners’ had become central to their dynamic, rendering a nearly Pavlovian response from his rough-around-the-edges sweetheart when he uttered the word: she practically melted when he said it.

“Please,” she amended, hips jerking against the toy as it whirred and sucked on her clit. “Please?”

“So long as you keep that toy right where it is, my darling girl,” he capitulated, pressing the tip of his ring finger against the taught ring of muscle - feeling her relax and take him in. He stroked her thigh encouragingly and she moaned again - rougher and deeper still: Emmrich’s cock twitched and he reached down to stroke himself. “I think I’m beginning to see why you’re so fond of it…”

He was so hard it hurt: the warm, tight suction around his fingers, gently pulling them deeper was nothing short of divine… as was the way her lovely gray eyes fluttered and her gaze landed on his cock in his hand - completely unable to resist pleasuring himself at the sight of her mounting bliss.

“That’s it…” he whispered, voice thick, scissoring his fingers and stretching her patiently while he jerked off. “Oh… keep going, love… keep showing me how well you take care of yourself…”

Her eyes were locked on his dick, teeth dragging over her lower lip, chest heaving as she watched his hand move up and down his length in tandem with the languid thrusts of his fingers - his little voyeur… she was enjoying this, wasn’t she?

“Do you enjoy fantasizing when you play with your toy, darling?” He prompted, watching the lewd sink of his fingers into her hole. He could make out a line of slick as it dripped out of her cunt, carving a path down towards her asshole: she was reacting very favourably to this experiment indeed…

Rook whimpered, ramping up the suction on the toy again. “Mhmmm…” she squirmed against the pillows behind her, hips stuttering, taking one of her exquisite breasts in her hand, squeezing it and pinching a nipple.

“Why don’t you tell me how you put that stunningly creative imagination of yours to use…?”

Over the soft fleshy sound that accompanied his fist on his cock, and the low hum of the Satisfyer, Rook made a decadent noise, fucking herself on his fingers with a shamelessness that was nothing short of outrageously arousing.

“I like to think about you… your hands, your mouth… your hard cock…”

“Is that so?” He said more breathlessly than he meant to: everything about this scenario was like something out of a dream - the kind that had his eyes opening in his darkened bedroom sometime in the early hours, cock throbbing painfully, overstimulated by even the soft sheets that clung to the sticky evidence trapped in his pubic hair and lingered on the tops of his thighs.

“I think about you all the time, Emmrich… kissing you, fucking you - making love to you. Sucking on that handsome dick of yours…”

Unbidden, he uttered a soft groan and his hips jerked against his hand at the knowledge that she pleasured herself like this - gasping and whining and breathing hard - while thinking about him.

“Another? Please?” She asked - as politely as possible through the blissed out warble of her voice.

Emmrich buried his fingers to the last knuckle, sweeping them against her walls and coming to the conclusion that she was indeed adequately prepared for a third.

“So good for me…” he purred, observing her face for any sign of pain or discomfort that would have him stop in an instant as he pulled back his hand added a bit more lube to it before urging it forwards again, this time introducing an additional digit. Rook gasped and cursed - but not in displeasure. “If you fall apart this ardently when you’re on your own, I must tell you I am very flattered to hold the great honour of being your muse…”

He curled his fingers, exploring her depth and the slick, viscous pull of it, his movements quickening when he felt assured that she was accustomed to the stretch of his fingers, causing her hips to lift off the bed.

“Gah—!”

It was a sharp, breathy cry: one that tipped Emmrich off to the fact that she wasn’t far from release.

“Good girl…” he encouraged, feeling his own release coming up on him: the decadent tension banding through him poised to snap as he feverishly stroked himself, Rook’s eyes still watching his every move. “Ohhh… Rook… so so good…”

There was something so undeniably intimate about anal play, regardless of gender: there was a certain amount of trust and vulnerability that it required, along with the capacity for those involved to communicate well with one another. Sometimes it was lawless and sloppy, other times sensual and romantic, but it was always special - at least… it was for him.

“Fuck - Emmrich… ah! Keep— keep going…” She keened, voice straining, hips bucking against the toy and the fullness of his fingers inside of her. “Maker… pl-please don’t stop— holy fuck!”

“I won’t—” he promised, his drooling cock throbbing under his fingers. “Let go, darling— come for me… I want to see you come…”

His invitation was all that she needed, because her hand left her tit and she grabbed the base of his wrist, holding him fast so she could ride his fingers, grinding against them until she could take him no deeper, still holding the toy over her surely aching clit.

A strangled cry ripped from her lips and she tightened around him, the toy slipping from her fingers as she gushed forth, soaking his hand and the blanket beneath her. His name - then babbled profanity. Sitting forward, teeth clenched, her insides massaged him and it was enough to send him over the edge as well, cum spurting from his dick and painting his wrist, her cunt, and the insides of her thighs.

He might have cursed too: he couldn’t tell over the overwhelming sensation that racked his entire being as he spent himself all over Rook, baptizing lines of ink and swaths of colour with glistening pools and trails of semen that dripped over her form, gloriously decorating her in their carnal majesty.

Then she was wrapped around him, his fingers slipping out of her to snake around her waist when she crushed herself against him, his mess smearing all over both of their bellies.

“I love you…” she breathed against his lips when she parted from them. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I— mmmph!” She kissed him again before he could finish, tangling her fingers through his sweaty hair, holding his face in her hands. “I love you too—” he managed to blurt when she took a breath. His own hands wandered over the curves and planes of her back as they embraced, upright on the bed, naked, sticky, sweaty, and trembling.

“Keep making me cum like that and I’ll love you forever…” she whispered, collecting a bead of sweat from the shell of his ear with a dainty tongue.

He squeezed her ass and pulled her tighter to him, reveling in the heat of her body and the smell of her sweat. “That can certainly be arranged, my sweet, darling Rook…”

He flipped a wayward lock of hair away from her face and lost himself in her eyes for the millionth time.

Forever sounded just fine to him.

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duskvsdawn · 2 months ago

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Down, girl

The boys have decided its your time to be the puppy, so who are you to deny them?

This is basically a part 2 to "Down, boy"

CW: afab reader, smut, sub reader/dom Kaelix and Zeal, reader gets all holes the female body has to offer stuffed and she also uses her boobs, reader is a good girl, reader is on a leash and the boys love using it, lots of cute (you mostly get called "puppy" and "good girl") and also deregatory nicknames, uh this is just lewd, this is also longer than I had initially planned but the thoughts just kept coming

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It had been a week since Zeal and you put Kaelix on a leash, and y'all had talked a lot about it since then. You had a feeling the boys had something up their sleeves when they left to go out on a shopping trip, secret whispers shared as they prepared to leave.

You had been moving around the house, doing some cleaning with the music blasting as the boys were out on said shopping trip. You were singing along to Medusa's Masquerade as the boys entered the home, unbeknownst to you, leaning against the doorframe and admiring the sight before them. When the song was over, you heard them giggling like idiots and almost got whiplash as you whipped your head around to look at them. You had no idea why, but being caught singing, even though everyone said you were really good at it, always made you blushy and embarrassed. You wondered what they were giggling about, though, curiously looking over to the bag in Kaelix's hand. You knew that bag all too well; you guys shopped there a lot after all.

"You enjoying yourself, hm? You know we can help you clean, right?"

"I know, but you guys were doing God knows what, so I decided to clean up some of the mess and do some simple chores," you replied. "What's in the bag?" you curiously continued, tilting your head questioningly. The boys thought that head tilt was absolutely adorable and so fitting for what they had planned, but they wouldn't tell you yet.

"Just something to spice up our life, as always. We'll show you tonight, I'm sure you'll like it." Zeal replied with a wink that just made you swoon.

And so, the rest of the day went on. The boys came to help you clean, even though you insisted you could do it yourself, but they didn't want you to. You were impatient. You wanted to know what was in the bag, but the boys told you that you weren't allowed to check yet. You knew it was going to be fun, whatever it was, because they knew you all too well. You kept pestering them about it all day, but they wouldn't budge.

And so the night came. You were all getting ready to go to bed. As you were getting ready in the bathroom, you heard the boys chuckling and talking to each other as you heard them rustling around the room. When you got into the bedroom, the guys were sitting on the bed, waiting for you to check what was on the bed. You looked over, and what you saw sent butterflies to your stomach. A collar and two leashes. A new kind of collar, not the collar you had used on Kaelix a week before. This one had the ability to have multiple leashes attached to it, one in the front and one in the back. You recognised the one leash on the bed because that is in fact the one you guys had used last week, but for this plan to work, they clearly needed a second one, so that's what they bought.

"What do you have up your sleeves?" You asked as you plopped down onto the bed.

"Oh, you'll see, sweetheart." Zeal said as he reached over to put the collar around your neck, and Kaelix got busy attaching the leashes to it afterwards.

"Absolutely beautiful..." Kaelix said, admiring their handiwork. You became a blushing mess and stumbled over your words, not entirely sure what to say. "Down, girl," Kaelix said as he gently pushed you down onto your back, and his mouth was instantly on yours, and Zeal got busy covering your body in kisses and hickeys. You moaned into the bouncer's mouth as his hand brushed over a nipple. You guys always slept in underwear, so he had full access to your breasts, and he took the opportunity when he saw it. The raven haired meanwhile shimmied you out of your underwear, leaving teasing kisses so close to where you needed him most, but he wasn't going to indulge you, not for now at least.

"What shall we do to her, Kaelix?" Zeal asked his partner with a chuckle.

"Let her prove herself. Prove to us that she can be a good puppy and make us happy. You can do that, right?" The snow-haired asked you as he brushed some hair behind your ear. You nodded eagerly, but that was not good enough for him. "What do you say when we ask you something, puppy?"

"Yes, master."

"Good girl. Now then, stay right where you are." The bartender said as he moved to sit down on your stomach, after taking off his own underwear. He moved his dick right in between your boobs, and you got an idea about what he wanted you to do. He grabbed onto the leash, pulling your head up a tiny bit.

"You know what to do, don't you, puppy?" Another eager nod from you as you grabbed onto your breasts to push them together, trapping the raven haired's cock between them as you got to work. You moved them up and down, sometimes speeding up and sometimes moving each boob in a different direction, while you licked and sucked the tip. Zeal pulled on the leash, signalling you to take more of him into your mouth, and you obliged. Meanwhile, Kaelix moved your legs apart so he could get between them.

"So wet for us already, huh? I don't want you to feel neglected." The bouncer said as he moved a single finger up and down your folds. His fingers kept teasing you down there, and not giving you what you really wanted: for him to properly fingerfuck you. He occasionally pushed his fingers inside of you, or teased your clit, it was not enough stimulation for you. Even though you knew it was a bad idea, you still opened your mouth to say something about it.

"Master Kaelix, please, don't tease me. Want more, pretty please?" You asked with the cutest voice you could, pouting all the way through it. But the boys weren't having it; they were going to be a little mean about it, even though they really wanted to give you what you wanted. The bartender pulled on your leash a little harder, and Kaelix slapped your cunt with some decent force too.

"Tsk. Bad girl. You have no right to complain when you have a dick in your mouth and fingers giving you pleasure, don't you think? Use that mouth for what it's good for and suck off your master." Kaelix said as he ever so slowly dragged a single finger up your folds once more, avoiding your clit on purpose for the time being. You pouted, but continued sucking off the bartender as you pleased him with your boobs as well. Zeal hummed in approval as his hand moved through your hair, slowly but surely getting closer to his orgasm. But he didn't have to voice it to you, because he knew that you already noticed with the way his moans became more choked up and higher in pitch.

"Fuck... That's it. Good girl." The raven-haired said in between airy moans, gripping tighter onto your hair. He was so close, he could practically taste it. And with just a little more stimulation, he fell apart. He let out one of the most beautiful moans you ever heard out of his mouth as he filled yours with his cum. You wanted to spit it out as an act of defiance, but you didn't have the chance to. Zeal pulled on the leash, throwing you a glare. "Swallow," he said, and you did as he asked, afterwards opening your mouth to show him it's empty. "Good puppy." He said as he kissed your forehead lovingly. "However, I think it's time you please your other master too, don't you think?"

"Yes, master~" You drew it out as seductively as possible, and you saw Kaelix swallow hard as you moved to sit up after the bartender got off your stomach. You crawled over to the bouncer, and he grabbed onto the leash that was previously in Zeal's hand.

"Come here, puppy. Put that mouth to good use." The snow-haired said with a chuckle as he lay down, pulling on the leash to pull you closer to him. You moved to sit on top of his legs as you wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. You started giving it some experimental licks, but that wasn't good enough for him, as he pulled on the leash once more.

"I know you can do better, girl. Show me." Kaelix said with such a sultry voice that you couldn't possibly deny him. You bobbed your head up and down, occasionally taking one of his balls in your mouth as your hand worked the base. But Kaelix knew you could do even better; you had done it before, so he was positive you could. The other hand that wasn't holding the leash moved to your head, pushing you down further.

"You can take more. You've done it before. Do what you're good at and suck me off properly." The snow-haired said, ignoring the gagging noises. It's only normal to gag when you're pushed deeper onto cock all of a sudden, but he knew you were pretty okay at relaxing your gag reflex, and you managed to do just that, deep throating him like your life depended on it. But Zeal didn't want you to be left out.

"I'll take care of you, puppy." He said as he moved behind you, grabbing your butt to move it up. Now all of a sudden you were put in downward dog position, and they both thought it was so damn fitting for the occasion. Zeal started licking at your core, which had been so wet all this time that it left a wet spot on Kaelix's leg. You stopped sucking for a second to moan in earnest, to let your master know you were grateful for the attention you were getting, but Kaelix wasn't having it. "I don't think so, pup. You don't get to moan like a whore and abandon your duties. Keep sucking." The degradation sent your hormones into overdrive, and if you weren't horny before, you surely were now. You continued sucking, doing your best to make him happy. But Zeal was feeling a bit cheeky. He wanted to be mean, just a little bit. His hand moved around to find the other leash and pulled on it hard, as his tongue entered your pussy. You moaned out loud and you looked over your back to raven haired, knowing full well he fucked it all up for you on purpose.

"Fuck you Zeal, don't distract her." Kaelix spat, and the bartender just replied with a chuckle. You quickly got back to what you were doing after Kaelix shot you a glare. Your jaw was starting to hurt and your boobs were uncomfortably squished against his thighs, you just wanted to get him there, so you went into overdrive. And it only took a little bit more, thank fuck, for him to get closer to his climax. "That's it, pup, just a tiny bit more..." Kaelix moaned in between gasps. He could feel that coil tightening, so close to snapping. Your hand moved up and down his dick as you kept the tip in your mouth. Meanwhile, the bartender kept licking at your core and he could tell you were close, but he wasn't going to let you cum. And then, that coil snapped, a loud mewl so cute yet sexy coming out of the snow-haired's mouth. He let go of your head, as his own fell back onto the bed. You were so close to your own orgasm, but the raven-haired pulled away suddenly.

"Master, why? I've been a good girl, right?" You said with the cutest pout you could give, but he just moved to kiss you on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his. "You've been a good girl, but we're not done yet," Zeal replied, throwing you a smile you weren't sure was meant to be comforting or to make you fall even deeper in love. "Kaelix, ass or pussy?" the raven haired asked his partner.

"I'll take the ass, but let me get hard again first," Kaelix replied.

"Then I'll prep her in the meantime, I'm sure that will get you hard enough for round 2. Hand me that lube, will you?" Zeal asked, and Kaelix handed him the bottle. Zeal opened up the cap and coated his fingers in some lube. Slowly, he pushed his index finger into your ass. This wasn't your first time taking it up the ass, and they both knew you liked it, so a finger up your ass was nothing compared to their dicks you've had inside. The bartender slowly moved it in and out, and when he deemed you ready, his middle finger joined the other. He curled and twisted them inside of you as a whimper left your lips. You just wanted to get to it already, but you knew proper preparation was important. After a little bit, Zeal pushed his ring finger in too, stretching you even further. He wasn't going to take any shortcuts; he wanted you to be ready. And when you looked over your shoulder and whined, letting him know you were, he looked at Kaelix.

"She's getting impatient, we better switch places before she bites our dicks off." Zeal said jokingly as he handed the bottle to the bouncer. Kaelix giggled as he moved behind you, and Zeal slid under you. Kaelix coated his dick in lube and grabbed your hips.

"You ready, pup?" Kaelix asked with a reassuring smile, and you nodded your head. Slowly, he pushed himself into you, and only when he was fully in, did Zeal push in all the way as well. You all couldn't help but moan because, dear god, you all needed this so much. Testing the waters, both of them thrusted in and out of you at a slow pace. You moaned so loud when you then felt them thrusting in and out in an alternating pattern, a bit faster when they heard your frustrated whines because it was too slow for your liking, and Kaelix pulled on the leash at the back, pulling you so close your back was flush against his broad chest.

"God, just look at you, moaning for us like a bitch in heat. So fucking hot." Kaelix said in between moans as his other hand moved towards your chin, pulling you in for a hungry French kiss. As you moaned into his mouth, the other was getting jealous, however, and pulled the other leash so hard you lost your balance and fell forward flat on your other partner's chest. His thrusts became harsher, pulling your attention to him, as he wanted to capture your mouth in a desperate French kiss as well. "Don't forget about me, pup." He said, but meanwhile trying his best to hold back his moans because holy fuck you just felt heavenly to him. But Kaelix wasn't having it. He refused to let your attention be captured by his partner as you moaned into his neck like the absolute whore you were. He leaned over you, covering your own neck in hickeys and bites. It was all too much and too little at the same time. You wanted them to move faster, but decided to bite your tongue because you knew they could tell with how your moans started to edge more on frustrated whimpers. But they didn't, teasing you and slowing down instead. You whined more and decided to ask them for what you really wanted: to be fucked properly.

"Master Kaelix, Master Zeal, please don't tease me. I'll be a good girl. Please just... Please..." you whined. You desperately wanted them to speed up and fuck your brains out, but they weren't going to do that. Not yet, at least.

"What do you want, puppy? Use your words. Tell us what you want, and we might just give it to you." The bartender teased, occasionally giving you a deep, harsh thrust that would knock you off if the other wasn't leaning on top of you.

"Please... Please fuck me harder, deeper, give me all you've got. I can take it, I promise."

"We will give you what you want. On one condition: bark for us."

"That's so fucking embarassing, I can't do that..." You whimpered. But you knew you had to do it to get what you want.

"I had to do it last week, so you better do it too. No barking, no proper fucking."

"...woof..." A barely audible bark from you. It was so embarrassing, you have no idea how Kaelix did it so shamelessly a week ago.

"What's that pup? We can't hear you. Bark properly or we stop altogether, and you're not getting any."

You knew you weren't getting out of this. If you wanted them to fuck your brains out, you actually had to bark. So you set all shame aside, and complied. "Wruff, arf arf, bork!"

"That's my good girl. Shall we give her her reward, Kaelix?" Zeal said as he started fucking you like his life depended on it, and Kaelix followed suit. They were filling you up so hard, so deep that all shame was thrown out of the window and moans flowed from your throat so loud you knew the neighbours heard you for sure, but at this point you didn't care anymore. You felt so goddamn good, you never wanted it to end. And the boys weren't intending on letting it end any time soon either. They both had quite decent stamina, and every time they noticed you came close, they stopped, leaving you to be a whining, frustrated mess. All they did was chuckle in response, and after a while, they would continue again, setting the same brutal pace they had set after you barked for them. You had been edged for... Uh, you lost count, you had no idea how many times it was. You wanted to cum so bad, you knew you had to beg them for it.

"Please let me cum, please, I'm begging you. I need it so fucking bad, please..."

"If you kiss us like the whore you are, we'll let you. How about that? Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it, Zeal?" The other just hummed in response. You craned your head around and kissed the snow-haired with all you had. You wanted to show him how much you loved him, and how much you needed him to make you cum. You moaned so loud as they edged you for one final time, and Kaelix let out a satisfied hum, so you moved to kiss the bartender. His tongue darted out and explored your mouth, moaning into your mouth because truth to be told, he really wanted to cum at this point too and he felt a bit frustrated too. But he knew that edging gives the best orgasm ever, so he was willing to do it. As you kept kissing the bartender, he sped up again, and Kaelix did the same. You were getting so close, and it was getting worse when Kaelix leaned over you and attacked your neck with bites as his hand moved down to rub your clit. You moaned even louder than you previously did, feeling so goddamn sensitive that you couldn't possibly stop this orgasm approaching you like a freight train. And then, they decided to give you what you wanted. They were both so close as well, and you could tell. You just wanted the three of you to cum so fucking hard you would pass out.

"Come on, puppy, let go. We know you want to. Cum with us. You can do it." And that was your undoing. You came so hard you screamed. Screamed so hard they wondered if you would lose your voice, and squirted, and the embarrassment from last week washed over you again. But your tongue lolled out and your eyes rolled back into your head, basically turning into a hentai girl, and they loved it. The guys couldn't hold back their own orgasms at this point when they saw you cum so hard, so they came too, with some of the most erotic moans you've ever heard. But the boys didn't seem bothered by the squirting in the slighest, if anything, they found it super fucking hot. You and Kaelix ever so elegantly collapsed on top of Zeal, and you were all trying to catch your breath.

"That... Was fucking awesome." Kaelix admitted as he tried to steady his breathing.

"You guys are kinda heavy like this though." Zeal said as he gently pushed the two of you off of him. As you two were pushed off, the boys slipped out of you, and you whined in overstimulation. You were exhausted, absolutely spent, but you knew they were too. You closed your eyes and decided "fuck it, I'm just gonna go to sleep." Luckily for you, the boys were thinking the same thing. You were sandwiched in between them once more (then again, that was the spot you usually had anyway), and they hugged you tightly.

"You know... I love you guys so much." You admitted with a dreamy sigh as Kaelix covered all of you with the blanket with the last strength he had.

"And we love you too, puppy." The bartender said. And shortly after that, you all fell into a deep, deep slumber, exhausted but satisfied.

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vroomvro0mferrari · 1 year ago

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LN4 | First Date

Summary: You're at the club with your friends when you spot the prettiest man you've ever seen. When he notices you and asks you out on a date, it's no surprise you say yes – even though your nerves almost get the better of you.

Lando Norris x female!Reader

WC: 2.0K

Warnings: None, I think.

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She left her building with her arms full, struggling not to drop her handbag, shoes, or present for her date. It was especially difficult with her hands slightly shaking from the nerves. She was about to go on her first date. Well, not her first date, but her first date with Lando.

She had met him around a week ago when she was clubbing with her friends in the heart of London. She was having fun with her friends, dancing freely to the pulsing music in the crowded club when she saw him. He was the prettiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, with his bright eyes, fluffy, curly hair and gorgeous laugh, head thrown back at a joke one of his friends made. She couldn't help but stare at him, until he caught her looking, that is. As soon as he felt her eyes on him, he shifted his gaze towards her. And the moment they made eye contact, she quickly turned her head away and looked back at her friends, blushing like crazy.

“Who are you looking at?” Her best friend shouted at her, trying to reach her over the loud volume of the music. Unfortunately for [Y/N], she had spotted her staring and immediately questioned her. She moved her head next to Y/N’s, trying to align her view with her friend to spot the man who had her entranced. “Stop doing that! You’re making it way too obvious!” Y/N hissed at her friend, pushing her face away.

“Ooh, he’s cute!” She said, giggling. “You should ask him out!”

Y/N had rolled her eyes at her friend, as if she would ever do that. She was way too shy for that. The fact the man had already spotted her staring was enough to make her blush, let alone asking him out.

As the night carried on, she kept him in her sights, looking over every few minutes to see if he was still there. Every so often he would catch her looking, making her blush and look away. But he couldn’t see that in the dark night club, could he?

He could. Lando had noticed her looking the first time but dismissed it. There were a lot of people there tonight, and she was probably just a fan. But when she kept looking over every few minutes and hadn’t pulled out her phone to take a picture or to post about his presence in the club somewhere online, and hadn't come over to ask for a picture, he doubted if she really recognised him after all.

She was very pretty, her outfit, hair, and make-up only adding to her allure. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to go out very often, a bit nerdy if you will, but the blush covering her cheeks everytime he caught her looking made up for it. It was adorable. And so, when he saw her alone at the bar, he took his chance.

“Hey there!” He said, moving to stand next to her at the bar. “Mind if I join you?”

She was immediately blushing when she recognised the man she’d been staring at all night. “Oh, um, sure! I mean, yeah, go ahead.” She stumbled over her words.

“Great! I’m Lando by the way,” he says.

“Oh, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Lando”

“I could say the same. So, what brings you the the club tonight?” He asks while flagging down the bartender, and ordering his drink.

“My friend just got a new job, so we’re out celebrating! I wasn’t planning to come with, but my friends dragged me out tonight, said I needed to let loose a bit,” she responded chuckling awkwardly and taking a sip of her drink to avoid eye contact.

“Well, I’m glad they did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you,” he said, staring at you.

Of course, he had to say something like that, right when her blush was starting to fade away a little bit. Her face was flaring red now, she was certain. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she responded, looking down.

“So I reckon you don’t go to clubs often, then?”

“No, I’m more of a stay-at-home kind of person, actually.” She smiles shyly, finally looking up into his eyes.

“Ah, I get it. I do enjoy going out once in a while, but because of my job I can’t do that very often. It’s made me appreciate the nights in more,” he says smiling.

By now he had definitely noticed she was shy and nervous, but not because of who he was, because she obviously didn’t know about what he did for a living or his fame and money, that much was clear.

“There’s no need to be nervous. I promise I won’t bite." He chuckled, trying to make her feel at ease. "How about I get you another drink?”

And so he did. He got her two more drinks, even, before her friends came to get her. Although the girls were trying their best to be her wingmen, and wanted her to meet someone, half of her friends were absolutely pissed, and she was the least drunk and only person who could help them get home safely. However, before letting her leave with her group of friends, Lando asked her for her number. Of course, Y/N blushed at the question, but she gave it to him nevertheless.

She left the club with her friends as Lando went back to his group. It wasn’t until she was in the taxi that Y/N found out that world-famous Formula 1 driver Lando Norris was the one who’d been flirting with her all night. She was shocked when she found out, to say the least, even more so when she got a message the day after, asking her out on a date.

That’s how she ended up in the lift to his flat – actually, not his flat but that of his best friend. He had invited her to come over to the place he was staying at for the time being, because he didn’t live in London anymore. She thought it was quite peculiar when she first saw the message. Apparently, everybody – but her – knew of him, he’s crazy famous, yet he invited a random girl he spoke to for one night over to his best friend’s place?

Although, he did know her pretty well by now. After he asked her out, they kept in touch. He sent her videos and pictures, and several memes, but he also asked her questions. To which she always responded with an answer.

She stared into the mirror of the lift, checking her makeup and adjusting her dress. She took in her appearance and made sure the present she had brought for Lando was still looking good. She was starting to doubt now if she’d made the right choice. Her mum had taught her that you should always bring a gift when you visit someone’s home. However, she was not just coming over for tea, this was a date. Is it weird to bring a present for your date – more specifically, your first date? It was too late now anyway, the lift was already on the right floor.

Y/N walked out of the lift in search of the flat, and when she found the correct door she took a moment to calm herself. She took a deep breath, ran a hand through her hair, and straightened her dress one last time before she knocked on the door.

Lando opened the door only seconds later. “Hey! You made it!” He greeted her, pulling her into a hug right away.

“Hi!” She responded, hugging him back with only one arm, the other holding her present for him.

“I brought you something,” she said as soon as he released her. Already blushing from the hug, and out of fear he won’t like what she’d brought. She pulled the bouquet of flowers she’d bought for him from behind her back, smiling shyly as she handed them to her date.

“I got you flowers, which I’m now realising is a really stupid gift, and you probably won’t like it—” He interrupted her nervous rant with a reassuring smile, “No, I love it! It’s so sweet of you, I’ve never had someone buy me flowers. Thank you, they’re beautiful!” He pulled her in for another hug, leaving a chaste kiss on her temple, which made her blush even more. She felt relief wash over her upon his appreciation of her gift as she followed Lando into the flat.

He led her into the kitchen, where he put the flowers into a vase and put them on the dinner table which was already set for their dinner.

As Y/N relaxed, adjusting to his presence, their conversation flowed effortlessly as they talked about everything and nothing. He asked her about her hobbies and aspirations, and she asked him about his work and dreams for the future. They bonded over their shared love of travel as they ate the lasagna Lando claimed he made from scratch, but was actually an oven-ready store-bought one. Nevertheless, it tasted great, and the company only made it better. The shared jokes and flirty comments created a sense of comfort and familiarity between the two.

As the night progressed, Lando and Y/N kept the conversation going without any awkward silences; chatter and laughter filled their evening as time passed by more quickly than either of them could process. But as it became later and later, Y/N felt reluctant to leave, and go home. However, despite the fun she was having, and how comfortable she felt with Lando, sleeping over on a first date was definitely not an option.

So, after one last drink, she got up to leave. Lando, ever the gentleman, walked her down to her car. She could feel her heart skip a beat, and a blush rising up her neck when he rested his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the lobby of the building, and outside to her car. Y/N turned around to face Lando when they got to her car.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight. I really enjoyed tonight,” she said, smiling softly at Lando.

He smiled back at her. “I did too. There’s actually this new minigolf place that just opened up that I’ve been wanting to try out, if you’d like to join me?” If Y/N didn’t know better, she would have thought he was nervous, as if she’d ever reject him after the fun she’d had tonight.

Y/N nodded. “I would love to,” smiling once more at the prospect of another date with Lando. They stared at each other for a few seconds, but just when Y/N turned around to open her car door, Lando reached out and moved his hand down her arm, pulling her closer. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s body. "Wait," he whispered, the sound of his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart when he moved his face closer to hers. Then, before Y/N could react, Lando pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, in the moment. Lando slowly moved his lips against hers, cupping her face with one hand, and using the other to pull her closer by her waist. Y/N let herself relax into his body, her hands at the back of his neck and head, as she forgot everything around her, everything except Lando.

When they pulled away, a bright blush covered Y/N’s face, as she smiled shyly up at him. Lando let her go and opened her car door. “I’ll text you!” He told her with a big smile before closing the door for her. He watched her drive away with a love-struck smile on his face before going back inside, excited to tell Max, whom Lando had forced to stay in his bedroom all night, about his amazing date, and to stare at the flowers she’d gotten him.

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sturniololuvz · 7 days ago

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can you do one where chris is a single dad and he walks in on his daughter with her friends (a girl and a boy) but shes cuddling with the girl and in the end she comes out as bi and introduced her gf to the boys

Hey yall i’m abt to spam post like a lot of story’s , bc i wrote them during the day and I’m posting them now, i do this a lot so when i post story after story , I’m not some magical story writer , i write them all at once pit them in my drafts and post later that day .

“ Something Like This”

Chris had never really understood the concept of time flying until he blinked and his daughter was suddenly fifteen. One second he was rocking her to sleep in the middle of the night, and the next she was taller, sassier, and had a phone permanently glued to her hand.

It was a quiet Saturday when Chris got home earlier than usual from filming with his brothers. He dropped his keys into the bowl by the door, kicked his shoes off, and headed upstairs toward the sound of laughter coming from his daughter’s room.

He knocked gently, out of habit, then pushed the door open.

And stopped.

There she was, sitting on her bed, curled under a blanket with two of her friends—one boy, one girl. Nothing seemed off at first glance. But then he realized that while the boy was sitting on the floor with a controller in hand, focused on the game on her TV, his daughter was curled up against the girl, head resting on her shoulder. The girl’s arm was wrapped casually but affectionately around her.

They weren’t doing anything inappropriate. In fact, it was subtle—sweet, even—but it was different. Different enough for him to notice. Different enough that his daughter froze when she saw him in the doorway.

“Oh—uh, hey, Dad,” she said quickly, shifting slightly, like she might pull away.

Chris blinked, then smiled gently. “Hey. Just saying hi. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

He didn’t say anything else. Didn’t make a face. Just gave her a nod and backed out.

Downstairs, he tried to focus on his emails. But his mind kept going back to what he saw. Not because it upset him—God, no. He just didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t tell him.

About an hour later, she came downstairs after walking her friends out. Her hands were stuffed into her hoodie pockets and her shoulders were tense.

Chris glanced up from the couch. “Hey, kid.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked over and stood in front of him, her expression guarded.

“You saw, didn’t you?” she asked quietly.

Chris set his phone down. “Yeah. I did.”

“I didn’t mean to make it weird,” she rushed. “We weren’t trying to—like, I wasn’t trying to hide it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up yet.”

He stood up, his heart aching a little at how nervous she looked. “You didn’t make anything weird,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “But you can talk to me. You know that, right?”

She nodded, chewing her lip. “I… I’m bi. I’ve known for a while. I just—didn’t want you to be mad or anything.”

Chris blinked, then let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Mad? Baby, I could never be mad at you for that. I love you. That doesn’t change.”

She finally let out a breath and melted into his hug, burying her face in his chest. “Thanks, Dad.”

“You don’t ever have to hide who you are from me, okay?” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Not ever.”

⸻

A few days later, she stood awkwardly in the living room while Chris sat on the couch with Nick and Matt. Her girlfriend stood beside her, nervously holding her hand.

“Uh… so,” she began, “this is Maya. She’s my girlfriend.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Nick stood up first and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Maya.”

Matt followed with a quiet “Hey, welcome.”

Chris just leaned back with a small, proud smile as Maya blushed and the boys began asking her light questions. His daughter sat beside him later that night, quietly leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for being cool.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for trusting me.”

⸻

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superpowereddonut · 2 months ago

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Favour for a Friend (Sirius Black x Reader) - Part 4 (final part)

Finally, here is the last part of Favour for a Friend! Thank you so much for all the love, especially with such a long wait between each part! It really kept me going whenever I thought about abandoning this series, lol. Special thanks to those who commented on any of my posts - if I could give each of you a big ol' smooch, I would!! I hope you enjoy the last part, it's a lot longer than the previous ones <3

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N: set at Hogwarts, fake dating trope

Warnings: swearing, kissing(?)

Word count: 3977

Read part 1, part 2, part 3

*****

She tilted her head back to the sky, soaking in the feeling of the sun on her skin after the darkness of the castle. Her hands were still trembling with excess adrenaline, but she didn’t know whether it was from the disturbing interaction with Lucas Davis, or the intense moment with Sirius. Sirius. It was like she was buzzing with awareness of the raven-haired boy who was now walking next to her. Heat radiated from where their hands were intertwined, but it was nothing compared to how her whole body had burned when they kissed less than ten minutes ago. She could still feel the ghost of his hands on her waist, her cheek. Could still feel the silk of his hair curling around her fingers. Most of all, she could still feel the delicious pressure of his lips on hers, and hear his groan of pleasure echoing in her ears.

She blanched, realising she had been staring at Sirius while lost in thought and he was now staring right back at her with a crooked smile. “Are you-”

She hid a flinch as James and Peter appeared, the former slapping a hand on Sirius’ shoulder - cutting off whatever he had been about to say. For a second, James’ large frame had looked like Davis’. She shook off her lingering unease and smiled at the two boys as they took up positions on either side of her and Sirius.

“Hello lovebirds!” James beamed. “How are we on this fine day?”

Sirius shoved him half-heartedly, “Piss off.”

“Uh oh Pete, sounds like trouble in paradise!”

Peter chuckled from beside her. “Told you he wasn’t cut out for a relationship! He’s probably mourning his bachelorhood already!”

It was innocent teasing - not unlike the usual barbs that the friends traded back and forth. In fact it was probably more tame than the insults that Sirius himself usually threw around. So it was a surprise when Sirius’ face twisted and he dropped her hand to give Peter a much more forceful push than he had given James. “I said piss off!”

Without waiting for a response, Sirius stormed off, striding down the hill towards the Black Lake. The air was thick with tension in his wake - James was scratching his head as he watched Sirius’ retreating form, and Peter’s brow was scrunched, his face clearly showing a mix of hurt and confusion. “What was that about?” he asked no one in particular.

To her surprise, James turned to her. “You should go talk to him,” he said softly, “he’ll listen to you.”

“Oh uh… okay then…I’m gonna…” she gestured vaguely in Sirius’ direction and started walking. He’ll listen to you. Since when did Sirius Black’s closest friend in the whole world think that he would listen to her?

She caught up to him in seconds - his dramatic stomping had already slowed and he came to a stop at the edge of the lake.

“You’re in a bad mood,” she commented flatly, stepping up next to him.

“Of course I’m in a bad mood! That slimy git Lucas Davis just cornered you in a dark hallway and tried to intimidate you! He could’ve-”

“It’s not just that though,” she interrupted. She did not want to talk about Davis. “You’re still upset about what Peter said at breakfast, aren’t you?”

“I’m not upset.” he said sullenly

“Fine, annoyed then.”

He gave a non-commital grunt in response.

“Come on then Black, unload your little tantrum on me so you start smiling again.”

“Oh it’s Black now is it? That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend.”

“My boyfriend only gets to be called Sirius when he’s not sulking.”

He gasped in mock outrage, dramatically clutching his chest, “I do not sulk!”

She couldn’t help the giggle that he drew out of her, “Oh please, if there was a sulking competition, I think you’d at least take home silver.”

“Who’d get gold?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Snivellus, of course.” she quipped. He let out a sudden bark of laughter, his head tipping back to expose the long column of his throat. She felt herself blush and looked down at her feet, even as the rumble of his laugh travelled through her, sending the butterflies in her stomach fluttering away. When Sirius quietened, she gently bumped his shoulder with her own.

“So,” she pressed, “which part of what Peter said pissed you off so much?”

“I don’t know,” Sirius sighed, “it’s just that… well… I know that everyone sees me as this immature guy who sleeps around and never really gets serious about anyone-”

“That’s not true!”

He fixed her with a look. “Just the other night you said that I have a ‘reputation for fucking anything that moves’.”

She opened her mouth to say that she had never really meant it, but he rambled on, “Most of the time it doesn’t bother me, really, but…” Sirius trailed off, staring across the lake. She just waited, content to let him sort out his thoughts before voicing them.

Suddenly, he turned to her, his eyes immediately focusing on her own. “I could be serious, you know.”

She laughed nervously, trying to dispel some of the tension, even as she felt herself completely frozen by his intense stare. “You’re always Sirius,” she said, and was rewarded by the smallest uptick in the corner of his mouth. “I mean,” he murmured, taking a step closer, “I could commit to a relationship - a real relationship.”

She felt the words like a stab to the gut. A real relationship. She knew, of course, that Sirius was capable of commitment - in fact, if the last couple of days were anything to go by, she could confidently say he would make a wonderful boyfriend. But that was just it - the last couple of days weren’t real. Maybe he just wanted to prove he could do it, or practice with low stakes, or maybe it really was as simple as doing a favour for a friend. But the fact remained that she wasn’t actually dating Sirius Black. Soon, Lucas Davis would take the hint and this charade would end, and then she might be forced to watch as Sirius committed to a real relationship. The thought made her feel ill.

“Yeah I know,” she said quietly. “Anyway, let’s go - it’s almost lunch and I don’t want to miss it.”

She turned and immediately started back up the slope towards the castle. Sirius followed, silently slipping his hand in hers.

*****

Lunch consisted of avoiding looking at Sirius, trying not to think about snogging him, and silently reminding herself that their relationship wasn’t real - which was made especially hard by his constant presence at her side and frequent smiles aimed only at her. Luckily, his attention was soon captured by Remus, who seemed to have spent the entirety of last period coming up with an ingenious new prank that she was sure she wanted no part in.

Unfortunately, this meant that she had no choice but to talk to her best friends, dormmates and relentless busybodies, Marlene, Mary and Lily. All of them seemed to be desperate to talk about her ‘relationship’ with Sirius, indicated by their less-than-subtle hints, but none more so than her red-haired best friend.

It was a miracle that she made it to her next class - Potions - before Lily dropped the attempts at subtlety and began her outright ambush.

“Alright,” she began, as they waited for Slughorn to come bustling down the corridor, “out with it.”

She thought about playing dumb, but knew it would only make a Lily Evans inquisition that much worse. It was time to summon some Gryffindor bravery and come clean. “You were right,” she confessed with a sigh, “Sirius and I kissed, and now I think I’ve made a terrible mistake with this whole ‘fake dating’ thing, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Woah, woah, woah, back up a step!” Lily squealed, “You kissed!?”

She groaned, her head hitting the stone wall behind her with a thump. “We only did it to send a message to Davis - who, by the way, has escalated from irritating to downright scary - but it was so good,” she continued, “seriously Lils, no one has ever kissed me like that before!”

Lily nodded for her to continue.

“And now every time he so much as looks at me, I feel like I’m going insane!” she whined. “I really thought I could handle this, and everything would just go back to normal afterwards, but I can’t help wishing it could be like this all the time. I can’t help thinking about what it would be like to date him for real.”

The pity she read in Lily’s face made her feel even worse. “For what it’s worth, I think Sirius really likes you,” she said softly, “But we both know he isn’t one for commitment. He’s never dated anyone seriously, and seems to have his attention on a new girl every week. Can you really imagine him changing?”

She paused. Despite his reputation as something of a ladies man, Sirius had never actually gone out with that many girls - he was just a flirt. In fact, although many girls had made their preference for his rugged good looks and bad-boy persona known, he hadn’t shown genuine interest in any that she knew of. But she couldn’t help feel that this was different somehow. He even seemed desperate to convince her that he could be in a proper relationship.

“Look,” Lily said sympathetically, “all I’m saying is that you should figure out where his head is with all of this. Maybe he is feeling the same way you are, or maybe it hasn’t even crossed his mind. But first you should also figure out what you are really feeling.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, anyone could get caught up in playing the perfect couple. Maybe you’re only questioning all this because the kiss made you realise you’re attracted to him, and you’ve liked all the nice things he’s been doing for you lately. That doesn’t mean you suddenly want to get married and have his babies.”

She snorted, her mood lifting. Lily was right of course, as always. She was getting ahead of herself, thinking that a couple of days of hand-holding and one really good kiss meant she was suddenly falling for Sirius Black, a boy she’d known since she was eleven. Maybe she was just enjoying playing ‘girlfriend’ after being single for so long. Maybe she was just really fucking horny and Sirius was a fantastic kisser. Although deep down, she thought it had to be bigger than that.

“So what’s going on with you and James?” she asked Lily with a suggestive smile.

Lily startled, like a deer in headlights, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh come on, you think you get to ask me about Sirius without any consequences? It’s your turn to spill the beans!”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re on about. There’s nothing to ‘spill’!”

“Puh-lease! You think I haven’t noticed that you no longer come to quidditch training just to watch me anymore? Or that you haven’t started laughing at a certain someone’s jokes?”

Lily spluttered, her eyes darting frantically around the corridor for a distraction, but none came. Even Slughorn couldn’t save her - he was notorious for being late to class.

“I don’t- I’m not- you’re being ridiculous!” she finally got out.

“Relax, Lily. It’s me. You like James, don’t you?”

Lily dropped her head into her hands. “I think I might be starting to!” she cried.

Suppressing a grin, she slung an arm around her friends’ shoulder, guiding her into the classroom as their professor finally arrived. “Look at us,” she said affectionately, “who would’ve thought we’d be such a mess over idiots like the marauders!”

*****

Over the next few days, she constantly dwelled on her conversation with Lily. Did she really have feelings for Sirius, or was she just enjoying the intimacy of a relationship? Was he looking at her differently, or was he just as unaffected as ever?

Unfortunately, with every gentle touch and kind deed, she was becoming more confused, not less. It didn’t help that more kisses had followed the first - although none as passionate and all-consuming as the one in the corridor. It had started when her and Sirius had gone to Hogsmeade with the rest of their friends. When the girls had separated from the marauders to do some shopping on their own, they had stood awkwardly as Peter and Dorcas snogged goodbye next to them, before Sirius suddenly leant down to press his lips to hers. But that was just out of necessity, right? They couldn’t have simply parted with a casual, platonic hug in the middle of a village filled with nosy Hogwarts students - they had to do what a real couple would do. After that it became standard for Sirius to greet her with a quick peck when she came down for breakfast, or for her to spontaneously kiss him when they separated for class. And if she did it simply because she didn’t like how a girl further down the hallway was eyeing him hopefully? Well, she was just playing her role as a jealous girlfriend. Sirius was doing the same after all - anytime they caught sight of Davis he would hold her tighter, brush his lips to her temple or use a french term of endearment that would make her blush right down to her toes.

Still, she had made no headway in sorting out her muddled thoughts when a week later, she found herself walking to the library after dinner with Sirius as he recounted why he received his most recent detention. “It’s not like I even meant to make it explode,” he was saying as they passed the ancient librarian, “I just thought it’d make a small fire.”

“Why did you want to make a fire in the first place?” she asked, shaking her head with fond exasperation.

“Why not?” he shot back with a lopsided grin. She didn’t bother to dignify that with a response, moving to place her books on their usual table. It was in plain view of the library doors, which they’d chosen when they first started their ‘relationship’, as a stage on which to act out their new dynamic. But Sirius kept walking further into the stacks, smoothly swiping her books off the table as he went. “I can’t focus with all the people walking in and out,” he said over his shoulder. Puzzled, she followed him to the very back of the library, where it was much quieter, and watched him take a seat at a table that was almost completely hidden inside a large alcove. Students rarely ventured this far, as it was surrounded by mostly out of date titles and reference texts. “Since when do you actually need to focus?” she asked as she settled into the seat opposite him. Their study dates usually consisted of her trying to work while he tried his best to distract her. While Sirius was undeniably brilliant, he rarely studied or did his homework. Instead he relied on his natural abilities to skate by in any assessments. She used to find it annoying, but lately she couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Remus is sick again. James usually does his homework when he’s in the hospital wing but he’s been really stressed recently so I told him I’d do it. Besides,” he snickered, “I thought he could use the opportunity to flirt with Lily without an audience. Maybe he’ll actually try talking to her instead of making an ass of himself.”

She laughed quietly. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

They worked in silence for a while, and she lost herself in an essay on the use of unicorn hair in potion-making. Every now and then she would look up, expecting to find Sirius looking lazily out the window, or making creations out of spare parchment. Instead he was laser-focused, although he did occasionally catch her eye with a smile. At some point, sick of their legs accidentally hitting each other under the table, he casually lifted her feet into his lap, ignoring her questioning look and lightly stroking his thumb over her ankle. That kind of thing was common when they sat at their usual table surrounded by other students, but here there was no one to even see it. She mentally shook herself and directed her attention back to the books in front of her. Since when was she the distracted one?

An hour later, head aching and fingers cramping, she sighed, tapping her quill on the table as she looked over at Sirius again. His tongue was sticking out slightly as he bent over the parchment in front of him, his brow furrowed in a look of rare concentration. He seemed to be copying out his notes for Remus, translating his own messy scribbles into elegant, legible paragraphs. Her heart clenched at his thoughtfullness. “Why did you agree to this?” she asked suddenly.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I do go to the library sometimes, you know.”

“No, not to coming here. I meant why did you agree to this-” she glanced around, ensuring they were really alone, “-fake relationship.”

Sirius slowly raised his eyes to hers. “You asked me,” he said with a shrug, as though it were that simple.

“You didn’t want to though, did you? That night in the common room, you were going to say no.” She recalled how he had tried to get her to choose Remus or James instead; how he had walked away and she genuinely thought he wasn’t going to do it.

“I didn’t want to,” he admitted, and she tried to ignore the way her stomach dropped, “but then he came in and you just… froze. All it took was one word from him and you went tense all over. I hated seeing you so uncomfortable. I just couldn’t stand it.”

Those pesky butterflies were back, erupting in her stomach and clogging up her throat. “Thank you,” she breathed.

His gaze softened. “Anytime, ma chérie.” Sirius looked like he was about to say something else, but he looked at his watch and winced. “I gotta go give these to Rem before the hospital wing visiting hours finish for the night.” He stood up, gently placing her feet back on the ground and gathering his things before rounding the table to stand next to her. “I’ll see you later,” he whispered, before ducking down to kiss her, his free hand grasping the back of her neck. It wasn’t until he was long gone that she realised there was no one else there to see them. No one to perform for. No reason to pretend. It was just them.

*****

She sat in the library for another ten minutes, her lips buzzing and her thoughts running faster than a hippogriff. She thought again about what Lily had said. Figure out what you are really feeling.

She had been an idiot. She hadn’t got caught up in the feeling of someone doting on her - she’d gotten caught up in the feeling of Sirius doting on her. Talking to him, touching him, kissing him - all of it felt so good because it was Sirius. She had always been attracted to him; This whole fake relationship had just made her see beyond his handsome, outgoing, arrogant exterior to the genuine, kindhearted person underneath. The person who made her laugh and buttered her toast the way she liked because he payed attention to those he cared about.

She was falling for Sirius Black, and if she was honest with herself, she had been falling for a while now - since before he had even agreed to this whole stunt.

She had to tell him.

*****

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she raced through the near-empty hallways. She had checked the hospital wing, the common room, even the kitchens, but there was no sign of Sirius. Suddenly, she remembered him telling her about the astronomy tower - and how he often went there when he needed to get away from his friends for a moment to himself. Panting, she skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs, the breeze from the open balcony a relief against her flushed cheeks.

There he was. He was standing with his back to her, his posture relaxed as he casually leant over the railing, the wind whipping his hair around his face. He turned as her footsteps stopped, and she sucked in a breath at the sight. He was so handsome with that mischievous smirk and those alluring grey eyes, flickering in the soft glow of the torches. His tie was undone, shirt rumpled, but she thought he had never looked more lovely.

“I need you to be my boyfriend,” she blurted, repeating the same words that had started this whole mess.

He blinked. “What?”

She took a deep breath, summoning all the gryffindor courage she could. “I need you to be my boyfriend,” she repeated, taking a decisive step forward. “Not as an act, or a performance, or a way to get Lucas Davis off my back. I need you to be my boyfriend, because… well, because I want you to be my boyfriend. And because I can’t go back to being friends now that I have real feelings for you.”

Her admission hung in the air between them, echoing into the night. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe, as she stood there, waiting for Sirius to react.

And then he was striding forwards, large steps eating away the space between them in mere moments. He stopped directly in front of her, chest to chest, his eyes flitting over her face as though memorising it. He watched her for all of a second before reaching up to hold her face delicately between his palms and finally leaning forward to capture her lips with his own. She returned the kiss eagerly, grasping the ends of his unfastened tie and using them to pull him even closer. He smiled onto her lips and she mirrored it, their noses brushing when they eventually pulled away, still grinning.

“I can’t believe James was right,” Sirius muttered to himself.

“Right about what?”

He sighed, but the smile on his face didn’t waver. “You remember how I said at first I didn’t want to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

She nodded, her brow furrowing.

“Well, it was because I spent the last two years crushing on you so bad I could barely think about anything else. James and the rest of the marauders knew, of course - it’s why I could never properly date anyone, although I tried flirting with other girls in the hopes that I could force myself to move on from you.” He leaned forward again to kiss her firmly, just because he could. “But I figured that pretending to be in a relationship with you would be too hard. It’d be like getting everything I wanted only for it to be ripped away whenever you decided you didn’t need my help anymore.

“That night, after I agreed to fake it, James found me practically tearing my hair out. He told me that I was looking at it all wrong and that this was my chance to see if you could like me back.”

She chuckled as she looked up him. “I won’t tell him he was right, if you won’t,” she whispered.

His grey eyes were alight and his face was so open - so happy - it made her chest tighten. She felt so safe in his warm arms as they stood entwined, high above the twinkling castle, surrounded by shadowed mountains.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Sirius Black.”

“I’ve already fallen, mon amour.”

#harry potter #sirius black #fake dating #fluff #gryffindor #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x reader #gryffindor!reader #confessions #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #idiots in love #he fell first she fell harder

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mssorceressupreme · 11 months ago

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Encounters

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Note: hii guys so after reading A LOT of amazing fics, I decided to finally start writing my own again (I used to write and publish books on wattpad but stopped for a while) 😭 also I kept sending requests and felt kinda annoying for constantly spamming authors lmaoo but I love all their work sm ❤️ so here’s my first Minho fic heheh hope you enjoy :))

Summary: to escape from the pressures of being a greenie, you run and hide in the deadheads, accidentally stumbling upon the runners hut, where you encounter someone alluring.

Warnings: none really, peer pressure?, y/n has slight anxiety

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The revelation that I was the only girl in the glade made me want to pull all my hair out and vanish off the face of this earth. It had already been a few hours since I arrived but my mind still struggled to grasp the fact that I was the only girl here, in a glade full of boys, or men. So far, Newt and Alby have been accomodating which I was immensely grateful for, they have already set the bar so high that I’m now worried about having to meet the other gladers.

Apparently, it was tradition to throw a bonfire evening for the “greenie” each month, and fortunately for me, I was the greenie this month.

The moment I arrived, the boys seemed determined to throw me into some strange tradition involving a concoction Gally made “Come on greenie, it’s tradition!” One of the boys, Jack, jeered, holding out a cup filled with the suspicious drink.

Newt, who was seated beside me, shook his head, “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pass Jack, thanks.” I brought my knees to my chest.

“Now that’s no fun! Just a sip!” George, another glader, insisted, pushing the drink closer to my face.

The tiniest whiff of whatever that beverage comprised of made me gag. “Oh- eugh! Please I don’t want that!” I shove his hand away.

“It’s tradition! Come on don’t break the streak! Even I downed three cups!” Tyler remarked.

I glanced around, the pressure was getting heavier and their voices were starting to echo in my head. “You might have to outrun them greenie!” Frypan teased.

Panic surged through me, and I bolted. I could hear their laugher and shouts behind me, urging me to stop and that Fry was only joking, but I didn’t dare look back. My heart raced as I ran blindly through the glade, towards the deadheads, searching for a place to hide.

I spotted a hut up ahead and, without thinking, dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, panting and gasping for breath, my heart thudding in my chest.

Were they chasing after me? Should I stay here until the next morning? Where am I going to sleep? Hundreds of thoughts raced my mind at once and I needed to get away from everyone.

A throat cleared behind me, and I jumped, spinning around to see a tall, imposing figure watching me with amused curiosity. Alright, clearly I didn’t get away from everyone.

“Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” I stammered, feeling my face heat up.

Minho stood there, arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised. “You know only runners are allowed in here,” he said, his voice firm yet not unkind.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave right away! I didn’t mean to intrude—” I began to gush, stepping toward the door. But before I could reach the handle, Minho moved, his long stride bringing him directly in front of me.

He towered over me, one hand pressing against the door, keeping it shut.

I looked up at him, my confusion and nerves likely written all over my face. Why wasn’t he letting me leave? What did he want?

Minho’s silence was heavy, his dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a strange, electric tension crackling between us. Those eyes were not predatory unlike some of the other gladers.

My pulse quickened for reasons that had nothing to do with fear. The sound of the boys searching for me grew louder, their footsteps echoing just outside.

“She couldn’t have gone far!” one of them shouted.

Minho’s gaze never wavered from mine as he spoke, “If you’d like, I can accompany you for the rest of the evening.” It was as though he knew I was trying to hide from them and seek refuge.

“You’re not going to make me drink Gally’s drink, are you?” I blurted out, my voice shaky.

Minho chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Guess we’ll see,” he said, his tone teasing.

He extended his hand to me, his expression softening just a touch. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand in his. His grip was firm, and reassuring. The simple contact sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

For a moment, we stood there, our hands clasped, the air between us charged with an unspoken connection. His presence was both intimidating and oddly comforting, a contradiction that made my head spin. I couldn’t help but glance at his lips, then back to his warm brown eyes.

Minho finally broke the silence, “Let’s get out of here before they come back,” he said, his voice gentle.

He led me out of the hut, and as we walked together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. The glade suddenly seemed less daunting with him by my side, and I found myself hoping that maybe, just maybe, this new world held more than just danger and fear.

#minho tmr x reader #minho maze runner x reader #the maze runner #x reader #minho tmr #maze runner #tmr newt #ki hong lee #thomas tmr #imagine #tmr #thomas brodie sangster #dylan o'brien

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pucksalotguys · 3 months ago

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Unsteady

Featuring: Sidney Crosby

Enjoy chapter 1 of my new short fic, I won’t say much so you can all go on with a blind eye and get the full effect. Enjoy and let me know if you liked it 💙

It was the 3rd time that night that Sidney woke up in a cold sweat. He rubbed his face and looked over at the small clock that was on his bedside table, the one Emerson had gotten for him on their first anniversary, it was 3 am. The witching hour as he used to tease her about any time she woke up and bothered him to tell him about whatever dream it was she had. Back when life had meaning

He shook off the bad thoughts and went inside the bathroom as he settled for a steaming shower, the kind that was burning his skin. Somehow he should’ve known today would be hard yet he tried his best to push back all those negative thoughts and now here he was back at square one, mourning his dead wife

Time was fucked. Life was fucked. He looked at his reflection in his mirror and ran his fingers through his stubble. His eye bags were practically purple from all the sleep he had missed the last month. He looked like absolute shit and there was no point in hiding it. After getting him together the best he could he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

It had only been a few months back at the apartment and slowly he was getting used to it, there was no way he’d be able to go back to his actual house. Not without Emerson. That house stayed empty, it was no longer a home after losing Emerson. He paid for it to get cleaned and kept everything in shape but actually living there again seemed far fetched. The apartment he was staying in now was all he needed, it was in a nice area and quiet and that was all he wanted

When he reached the hallway, he bumped into a woman in her late 20’s struggling to carry a large, awkwardly shaped box and watched as everything spilled “Oh god are you alright ? I’m so sorry” she apologized immediately

He shot her a quick look. "I'm fine," he said curtly, clearly not in the mood for pleasantries “Be careful next time” “Sorry” she whispered “Uh see you around” “Let’s hope not” Sidney said back as he walked away from her

For the rest of the week, their paths crossed several times. Sidney would take the stairs, trying to avoid any interactions, but every time he did see her, she didn’t seem to get the hint he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

Finally, on a Thursday afternoon, Sidney was on his way to check the mail when he ran into her again. This time, she was standing near the door, fumbling with a package.

“Oh hey” she said, offering her hand. "I’m Harlow, I live next door"

He hesitated for a second, then simply nodded “Sidney” he replied briefly, not giving much more

“Since we live on the same floor” Harlow continued, trying to push through the tension. “If you need anything, feel free to knock.” Sidney looked at her, his expression unreadable. “Thanks,” he said, and before she could say anything else, he stepped back inside his apartment, the door closing behind him

Harlow stood there for a moment, wondering what had just happened. Was he just a private person? Or had she somehow rubbed him the wrong way?

The next few days were no better. Harlow found herself thinking about the encounter more than she liked to admit. What had she done to upset him ? Was it her presence, the fact that she was his new neighbor ? It bothered her to no end

Finally, on a rainy Saturday, Harlow found herself staring out the window again, the loneliness creeping back. She settled for actually stepping outside on her balcony and simply stood there. Rain always brought back shit memories and more than anything it made her nervous. It brought her back to a time she wanted so badly to forget. She turned her head and that’s when she saw him and panicked for a moment.

There he was, also standing on his balcony, staring out into the mist as if was waiting for life to simply wake him up from whatever dream he was in. Without thinking, Harlow spoke first

“It’s a miserable day, isn’t it?” she said, her voice carrying over the sound of rain.

Sidney didn’t immediately respond, but when he did, his voice was quieter, more tired than before. “I guess.” Harlow glanced over at her, unsure if he wanted her there, but something in his eyes stopped her from retreating. “You live here long ?” she asked. “It’s so plain around here”

Sidney gave a short laugh, but it didn’t sound like he was amused at all “Yeah okay” he responded before he turned away

“I get it,” Harlow said gently. “Grief’s a funny thing. It can turn even the most ordinary things into reminders of... everything you’ve lost.”

The comment made Sidney snap his head back towards her, his gaze darkened as he laid his eyes on her “The hell is that supposed to mean ?”

“I’m sorry about your wife,” Harlow said finally, her voice barely above a whisper “I know it’s been tough and I just wanted to say that I-” “Don’t mention her again” Sidney said coldly “Do you understand ? Just because you moved in and you wanna be annoying trying to talk to me all the damn time doesn’t mean I want to. Keep to yourself and stay out of my way” “Got it” Harlow nodded “I’m sorry” Sidney shook his head and stepped back inside. Perhaps he was too rude but the mere mention of Emerson did that to him. She should be alive, she should be with him. They should’ve been discussing when they’d start trying for kids, where they’d go to vacation that summer. Never did he think he’d have to live without her so soon. It was tearing him up inside and sooner than later he’d know he’d blow up

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In the weeks that followed Harlow avoided Sidney every chance she could. If he took the elevator she took the stairs, if he was coming towards her she’d turn the other way. It wasn’t until one night that power went out in the building that she held her flashlight and walked out of her apartment only to see him slumped by his door “Mr.Crosby” she said softly “Are you okay ?”

Harlow took a step closer and flashed her phone light on him and that's when it hit her, he was drunk. She gently touched his shoulder and shook him slightly “Hey….hey Sidney, you okay ?”

“Em….Emerson” he mumbled batting his eyes open “It’s you” he moved his hand to caress her cheek “You’re here”

Harlow breathed heavily upon his touch and gently removed it “We gotta get you inside, where’s your key ?”

“Emerson why’d you leave me” Sidney slurred “I’m sorry Em, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I took longer, I’m sorry…come back please come back already”

She did her best to ignore him, looking for any sign of a key or even a wallet and found his pockets empty. For a moment she debated leaving him there or calling security to come get him but after hearing what she did on tv and how he was on sabbatical, she knew it wouldn’t be ideal so instead she took him to her place.

For once she was thankful a power outage had happened because at least then she couldn’t exactly see his face in her dimly lit living room. She lit up some candles on her dining table and sat there watching him. She had fallen asleep when she suddenly heard movement followed by cursing

“Holy shit” Sidney murmured as he tried to get up from her coach “Why is it dark ?”

“H-Hey” Harlow stuttered out

Sidney squinted as he made eye contact with her then widened his eyes “Why the hell are you in my apartment ? Are you fucking stalking me now ?”

“This is MY apartment” Harlow snapped “You’re in my apartment because you got drunk and lost your wallet and keys and you slumped right by your door like a slob. I brought you in here because I know security would have a bitch fest with you. Believe me I regret my decision immensely”

Sidney felt around his pants and pockets quickly, realizing he in fact had no wallet, keys or even his phone. He shook his head “I….I left everything back at the bar, I only had 2 beers”

“You don’t smell like 2 beers” she commented “Whatever happened clearly got the best of you, I should’ve just called security and they would have handled you”

“Why is your place dark ?” Sidney asked as he looked around “There’s no light”

“Power outage” Harlow nodded “Started around 2 this afternoon and it’s now 8 and still out, management downstairs said we’ll have it back by tomorrow morning at the latest”

He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously and nodded “I uh….sorry for yelling at you like that”

“It’s okay” she said “You were freaked out, I get it”

Sidney reached as he grabbed a candle that was on her coffee table and brought it up to his face so he could see her better “Harlow…Harlow what ?”

“Meyer” she answered quietly

“Harlow Meyer” nodded “I’m Sidney, Sidney Crosby”

“I know” Harlow responded “Thanks for helping me” he looked at her “Listen I know you probably know who I am but just….don’t mention anything alright ? I’ve been on a break and if somehow this gets to the team then they’ll ask me to take more time off and I don’t want that. I’m close to getting back and I don’t want anything fucking that up. If you want money I can give you some, just name the amount and it’s yours”

“I don’t want money, you have my word I won’t tell a soul. I promise you” Harlow looked at him “I swear”

Sidney hesitated and nodded, looking down at his hands “So uh you’re new here ?”

“Yeah, just got here like a month ago” she answered

“You like it so far ?” he asked

“My neighbor’s kind of an ass but other than that it’s a pretty decent city” Harlow chuckled

Sidney laughed, he genuinely laughed at her comment and grinned, it seemed like it had been forever since he last did that and suddenly Emerson came to his mind and suddenly he felt like he was betraying her in some way

“Well I’m out” he cleared his throat “I’ll have some papers for you to sign tomorrow and what not” “Wait what ?” Harlow asked confused “I’m literally swearing I won’t tell anyone to your face and you’re gonna make me sign some document ?”

“I don’t know you” he looked at her “I can’t trust you”

She shook her head in disbelief “I can’t believe I helped you out, I should’ve left you out there”

“Why didn’t you ?” he asked

“You looked a mess” she admitted “Clearly you’re struggling”

“I’m not some fucking weirdo alright ? I went to a bar, had some drinks and then when I walked back I felt it all. I’m not some alcoholic who gets drunk every day just to drink, that’s for weak minded people”

“People who struggling with alcohol have an addiction, they’re not weak” Harlow spoke “They can’t help it” “Yeah alright well I’m letting you know all I had were some beers and that this won’t happen again and I’ll have something for you to sign tomorrow” “Just leave already” she pointed to the door He hastily walked out and headed downstairs to get security to let him into his apartment after telling them he had lost his keys. He wasted no time once inside and immediately laid in bed as he reached for the framed picture on his nightstand of him and Emerson and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Today would’ve been their 3 year wedding anniversary and she was gone. Sidney was a widow before he was 40. He still remembered where he was when he got the call about her being rushed to the hospital and how he had convinced himself she was okay. How the heart attack was just minor and she’d be okay but that wasn’t true

The doctor's voice telling him she was gone played over and over in his head and soon he was crying, it was a nightmare he re-lived every single day that was taking over him. The same nightmare that caused him to fall asleep and wake up in that cold sweat every morning.

The next day he woke up and made his way to the bar to collect his wallet, keys and phone he had left behind. After paying his tab and giving the bartender a hefty check to not say a word he stopped by his usual coffee shop to grab something to eat and settled by a nearby bench on a park. It was then that he spotted her and sighed, she was like some tick that just wouldn’t leave him It was day time now and he had a better look at her, she was tall, fit with some brunette hair and seemed overly focused on counting all the donuts in her box. He finished his food and followed her for a bit and when he saw where she stopped and went in he felt his stomach drop. After last night’s fiasco and him talking down to her there she was walking into an AA meeting in the city's treatment center. He paused for a moment and looked down at his phone, his screensaver of Emerson lighting up his phone as if to tell him he knew what he needed to do. What he didn’t know was that he’d soon find out just how much Harlow understood him.

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby fanfiction

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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@call-sign-shark Happy 1K Followers, Shark!! I love your celebration idea!! Thanks so much for allowing me to write something with a reader - I just knew that I had to write something for Arthur for you! I used the angst prompt ‘swear it to me’ … hopefully it makes sense! The moodboard doesn’t really match the fic…I was just thinking of Arthur’s angel and went went it. Enjoy! :)

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Swear It To Me

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of a killing, season 3 spoilers

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Arthur needs some extra reassurance from (Y/N) after a day of rather unsettling events.

All of the lights in the house were off when (Y/N) entered it. An amber glow was shining through the archway that led to the living room, telling her that the fire was lit. She hoped that someone was occupying the room. Those hopes were answered just by standing in the archway.

The top of Arthur’s head was visible over the chair he was slumped down in. (Y/N) now hoped that he wasn’t drunk. She took a few steps into the room. The sound of her feet scuffing off of the hardwood made Arthur sit up straight, his head snapping in her direction.

“Hmm…it’s just you, sweetheart,” he mumbled upon recognizing who’d entered the room. He reassumed his relaxed position as she made her way to the couch that was positioned to the right of his chair.

“It’s just me,” (Y/N) affirmed as she situated herself on the couch so that she was turned to face him.

Silence filled the room then as Arthur stared straight ahead and (Y/N) kept her eyes focused on him. She wanted to know why he’d chose to sit in the dark here, but at the same time she didn’t want to open a can of worms that didn’t need opening.

After some time, Arthur finally spoke. “We saw Tommy today,” he started off, his voice soft in nature.

“You did? How is he handling things?” (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes as her husband spoke about his grieving brother.

“He’s, ah…he’s still closed off. Sayin’ he’s back but he really isn’t. You know how Tommy is,” he answered, his words making all of (Y/N)’s hope flush out of her system within seconds, a frown forming on her face. “Anyway…he gave John and I some things to do…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands as he wrung them together.

(Y/N) sent him a knowing look. She already had an inkling of what those ‘things’ could have been. But she didn’t push him to share. At this point, she knew that pushing would make him shut down.

“He wanted us to go get Mr. Changretta from the docks and bring him to a warehouse. Mr. Changretta’s wife was traveling with him…they were going to New York,” he started off.

“She was our teacher,” (Y/N) recalled the lovely woman, smiling softly at the memory of her.

“She was,” Arthur nodded, “and Tommy wanted us to shoot her on site…take the husband and shoot her.”

The blood ran from (Y/N)’s face as she heard the added detail. “You, you didn’t…” she whispered out.

“We couldn’t,” Arthur shook his head, hanging it slightly. “We went against Tommy’s orders and let her go. Just took the old man instead,” he explained how he and his brother had handled things. “We took him to the warehouse, like Tommy wanted. And Tommy wasn’t himself there…said he was gonna keep him alive all night and wait for the birds to sing. I didn’t let him get that far. I, uh…” he paused, choking on his words and then clearing his throat in hopes that (Y/N) wouldn’t notice the fact that he was getting emotional. She noticed. “I shot the old man in the head…told Tommy I heard the birds. We’re bad men, but we’re…we’re not that.” he finished his statement by letting out a shaky breath. He shook his head once more before dropping it, his eyes focused on his lap.

“Oh Arthur…” (Y/N) trailed off as she moved from the couch to kneel beside his chair. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them, showing him that she was there.

“She remembered me you know,” he started, his eyes finding her again, “Mrs Changretta. She remembered me; remembered my smile and how she used to look the other way. And I…I killed her husband.” It was easy to hear how upset with himself he sounded. “I shoulda looked the other way too.”

“You did though,” (Y/N) was quick to point out. “Tommy wanted her dead. You and John spared her.”

“I still did the work of the fuckin’ devil,” he spoke in a dejected tone, removing one of his hands from her hold so that he could press his fingers into his eyes.

“You still have good in your heart,” she reminded him, “all that work you did on yourself…it isn’t for nothing. It hasn’t gone now that this has happened.” Her words were soft, and her heart broke as she heard him let out a choked sob.

“Swear it to me, angel.”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked. His voice was so soft that she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him properly.

“I need you to swear it to me…swear it to me that you’ll stay by my side; that even though I’ve done this, you won’t give up on me,” he expanded on his original sentence, finally dropping his hand from his face. (Y/N)’s heart broke at the sight of his red eyes and even from far away, she could see the tears brimming in them.

“I won’t, Arthur,” her answer was immediate. “I know the good you have in your heart,” she accentuated her words by squeezing his hands. “I know it better than anyone else, and I know that it’ll always be there.”

Arthur brought his hand up to run through his hair as he took a deep breath. He let it out slowly before he reached out and ran his hand down (Y/N)’s cheek. She smiled at the soft touch, letting her eyes flutter shut as he traced the line of her jaw before gently taking hold of her chin. Her eyes reopened when she felt him brush his thumb across her bottom lip, and her smile widened at the sight above her.

“I love you, angel,” he breathed, his words, and eyes, filled with love.

“I love you, Arthur,” she repeated the phrase back to him, her eyes not once straying from his.

The hurt in his heart was still present, but each second that her eyes stayed locked with his was making the pain feel more and more distant. He knew he’d have to continue to do the work of the devil, but he was thankful that he’d still have this angel by his side, and that she’d help him through it.

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24hlevi · 2 years ago

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— drunk walk home

nico robin (one piece) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: robin helps you back to the ship after a night spent drinking with zoro

warnings: language

wc: 1.2k

you should've known better than to drink on the island with zoro who could drink multiple bottles and hardly be tipsy whereas you drink one and you're on the floor passed out. but, he kept insisting that you needed a reliever, so you listened and went with him. the bar was decent, not a lot of people which you liked, and the drinks were better than you expected. the only downside was the fact zoro kept ordering more rounds for you both, which left you where you are now, stumbling beside him trying to find your way back to the boat.

“do you even know where we're going?” you asked the male, words slurring together as you spoke.

“not a damn clue,” zoro answered, almost falling onto you.

“hey, don't fall on me! i won't be able to drag your ass back to the boat!” you pushed him a little bit.

“are you calling me fat?!” he exclaimed.

“what?! i never said that!” you retorted loudly.

“you did!”

“did not!”

“did!”

“not!”

you pushed zoro again, except this time, you lost your balance in the process and was about to fall face first into the ground until you didn't. you were waiting for the impact that never came, and at first you thought somehow, zoro caught you. but, when you looked up to see who actually did, a smile instantly pulled at your lips.

“robin! you saved me!” you said happily.

“haven't i told you to not go drinking with zoro when we reach an island?” robin asked, pulling you back up to your feet.

“oh it's just one time! i’m completely fine! right zoro?” you responded, turning to look at zoro who was now gone.

“you could hurt yourself, you know,” robin told you.

“but thankfully you were here to save me!” you smiled still, stumbling over your own feet while trying to remain standing still.

one of robin’s hands moved to your waist to steady you in place, noticing your stumbles as she shook her head, “let's head back to the ship,” she said.

“aw fine,” you pouted, starting to walk only to stumble around again.

robin caught you, again, and pulled you closer to her with one of her hands so she could make sure you wouldn't fall. you looked up at her as she led you back to the boat, smiling.

“i’m so glad you stuck around,” you told her randomly.

robin looked down at you with confusion, “what do you mean?” she asked.

“i mean i’m glad you decided to stay with us. i know we can be a handful, but i’m happy you stayed,” you answered, one of your hands reaching for her other free one.

you've had a crush on robin for a while now, but never said anything out of fear despite nami constantly insisting that it would work out fine. little did you know that robin felt the same way and was also struggling with poor nami trying to convince one of you to just confess to the other.

“i’m happy i did too,” robin smiled down at you, watching you fiddle with her hand.

“have i ever told you how you're my favorite?” you said, “but don't tell sanji, he thinks he is.”

one of her eyebrows raised at your words, not being able to tell if this was the truth and was now coming to the surface because of the alcohol, or if it was strictly the alcohol in general. “am i?” she asked.

“yep!” you nodded. “you've always been my favorite since i've met you! i've never told you because of me being a coward even with nami saying that it would be fine but i couldn't! it's just- you're so pretty and i could never stand a chance so i never said anything! i mean, even zoro saw through me earlier tonight! i’m doomed!” you ranted slightly, not entirely realizing what you were saying as you looked down at her hand in yours.

robin suddenly stopped walking, her arm stopping you as well as she looked down at you. “y/n, do you have feelings for me?” she asked.

the look on your face as she asked that question was almost amusing at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. “oh, well, uhm, i uh, well, yes,” you answered, now feeling dead sober. “oh my gosh i just fucked this up, didn't i?” you asked aloud.

“you didn't mess anything up,” robin said, both of her hands now holding your face. “i have feelings for you too, y/n.” she smiled at you.

now your face looked shocked, “you do?” you asked.

“yes,” she nodded. “i have for a while, and was also speaking with nami on the matter.”

“really?” you asked again, not believing it was true.

robin let out a chuckle and nodded again, “yes,” she told you.

there was a silence that filled around the two of you, and you looked at her with a small smile growing on your face. “can i kiss you?” you asked her.

she didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed you first. your smile instantly grew as you kissed back, your hands moving to wrap around her neck when she pulled away.

“shall we head back to the ship now?” robin asked you.

“if i get to sleep in your bed with you,” you answered.

“of course,” she nodded.

“then yes! let's go back!” you said happily, pointing to the direction of the docks.

robin chuckled and held onto your hand while beginning to walk again towards the ship with you following right beside her with a bright smile on your face.

when the two of you made it back to the ship, somehow zoro found his way back and was already sleeping. nami was awake when she saw you two get on the ship, immediately seeing your hands holding onto each other and she gave a thumbs up with a small smile to robin who was taking you to her room on the boat.

you immediately laid on the bed once you saw it, still smiling lightly as robin situated herself next to you on the bed, looking over at you. you glanced over at her and rolled over onto your side, smiling at her.

“so, does this mean we're like, together now?” you asked her.

“if that's what you want, then sure,” she nodded.

“of course that's what i want,” you told her.

“then we are,” she said, kissing your forehead.

robin then turned the light off and looked back at you, “good night,”

when you didn't respond, she knew you had already fallen asleep and let out a chuckle. she pulled the blanket onto you both and rested her head on the pillow, smiling at your sleeping figure. she could hardly believe this somehow worked, but she was happy that it did. it meant neither of you would have to worry and stress about the other possibly not feeling the same. and that was nice. also for nami to not have to deal with watching you two struggling the whole time. that was also nice for her.

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janetbrown711 · 8 months ago

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If I Fail You

Chapter 2: No More Birthdays

Now fugitives from the celestial realm, MK and his friends and family set out to find the five color stones and save the universe.

Except that he's immediately swept away by his mentor, leaving said friends and family behind, leaving them to wonder and worry about what's wrong with him. Oh, and also climb a volcano with a four-month-old. But that should be easy enough, right? Right...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Pigsy didn’t sleep a single moment the entire ride out of the city to the middle of nowhere, watching MK and Li Na with a tight, anxious feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away. Even when Tang, Li Na and even MK managed to fall asleep, Pigsy stayed up silently, watching and waiting. Of course, they were never asleep for too long, especially MK, but Pigsy felt it extremely necessary for him to be alert and on guard at all times.

It was something he seemed to share with the Monkey King too, as he also didn't close his eyes for even a second in the vehicle. Of course, it was likely that immortals like him didn't need sleep, but Pigsy could recognize the specific distant look in his eyes any day.

They didn't talk, though. Almost no one ever did, except when Li Na would wake up and everyone would ask if everything was okay and if they needed to stop and yadda yadda. Pigsy appreciated their worry, but Li Na was his responsibility and he could manage just fine. Everyone else needed to just sit back and focus on themselves.

It… wasn't easy though, and sometimes he was tempted to ask someone else to get her to stop crying for five goddamn seconds. But at the same time, he knew she was probably just scared since she hadn't ever really been in a car or car seat before, and to be stuck for hours and hours had to be uncomfortable. Sometimes he thought about just putting her into the carrier again to keep her close and happy, but knew if the car was attacked in any kind of way, she needed to be in the seat. Unfortunately, four-month-olds can't really understand that, so her uncomfortable cries could last for hours, and all Pigsy could do was try and stroke her cheek and remind her of her blanket and wish for the best, shoving his frustration and temperament as far down his throat as possible.

Happy. Safe. Cared for. That's all he wanted for his family, but it just kept getting harder and harder and harder– was it too much to ask for a moment's peace? A day where he wasn't relaxing under false pretenses, but knew for an undeniable fact that everyone was okay and fine? Or would that somehow destroy the world because it was against the rules or whatever? Bah, to hell with the whole thing, honestly. What's the point of it all if things can't ju–

“Pigsy..?” Tang groaned to life from the other side of the car seat. “Hon, you look like you haven't slept a bit.”

“M'fine, Tang. Just have to keep an eye out,” Pigsy was quick to wave off, checking on Li Na as she stretched sleepily under her blanket.

Tang chuckled, reaching a tired hand to Li Na's face and stroking her cheek. “Hi, bao bao… you certainly woke up a lot,” he smiled as she started to whimper. “Got scared, didn't you? Don't worry, we're here, everything is just fine, you're okay with us, Li Na.”

Pigsy hummed before his eyes landed on MK as he too stirred with the sunrise, his head rolling away from Mei’s shoulder.

“Ugh… sunrise already?” his son grumbled, trying to bury his face in Mei’s arm, but Mei shook him off.

“Damn, Monkey Man. Maybe you woke up but not all of us have,” Mei scolded, keeping her eyes shut.

“Rise and shine, everyone! We– uh– have some planning we need to discuss,” Sandy chuckled nervously from the driver's seat.

“Ughhhhhh– curse this stupid universe,” MK groaned, once again trying to bury his head in Mei's arm, but the dragon girl pushed him completely away and onto the window.

“Sorry bud, but he's right, we got some explaining to do,” Wukong sighed.

“Right, yeah. Just one apocalypse after the next,” MK huffed, leaning against the window solemnly, making Pigsy wince.

“But you said there was a way to fix this, right, little man?” Sandy tried his best to lighten the mood.

“Right, yeah, something about… stones? Or something like that?” Mei rubbed her eyes, finally giving up on going back to sleep.

“Five color stones,” the monkey king corrected.

Tang perked up at that. “The stones that the goddess Nuwa used to mend the heavens? I didn’t think they were real!” He looked at Pigsy with such a stupid look of amazement it made the pig chuckle.

“Mhm, they are! They’re just hidden, and guarded, and we have no idea where to find them, aha,” MK laughed nervously.

“What? Not even a little?” Pigsy asked, mostly looking at Wukong, who still stared out his window.

“No–! I mean– it’s fine because we’re just gonna ask someone who does! Nuwa!” MK quickly flipped to a sketch he’d drawn of her earlier.

“Ooo, yeah! She’s totally gotta have a temple we could go to, right?” Mei was instantly on board, though Pigsy still had his skepticism.

“Oh– yeah, at the Burning Mountain.” Wukong finally looked away to give them a smile.

“Wait– what?! Nononono– we’re not going to the burning mountain, not with Li Na, we have to think of anywhere else,” Tang instantly protested.

Wukong gave a glance to the back and shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice here, man. We’re kind of on a time crunch.”

“I-I know that! I just– I don’t need her facing the Fiery Beasts from ‘Past Calamities’ that guard the temple. She’s way too young for ‘trials by fire’– especially literal ones,” Tang looked at Pigsy anxiously.

“Yeah, I gotta say I agree here.” Pigsy glanced down at his daughter, who was reaching her stubby little arms for him. He met her reach with his hand, allowing her to grasp a finger before he looked back to Wukong. “Are you one thousand percent sure there’s no alternative here?”

“Unfortunately yes, I’m sure,” Wukong glanced down at the carrier too, before going back to the window.

“Right, of course,” Pigsy sighed, not sure why/how that managed to make him feel worse since it was exactly what he expected.

“Don’t worry, dad. I can keep her plenty safe,” MK assured with a tired smile.

“No, kid, it’s okay, me and Tang got this, it’ll be okay,” Pigsy gave a similar smile back.

MK nodded slowly before turning back around, meanwhile Tang gave him a long, anxious stare.

Pigsy chewed his cheek, looking down at Li Na instead of his husband. “She’ll be okay,” he whispered. “With your shield and Sandy’s strength, she’ll be okay.”

“Babies aren’t even supposed to be outside in temperatures over 32,” Tang countered.

“Human babies. Demon babies do better in the heat,” Pigsy tried waving off his own anxiety.

Tang gave an unamused look. “You do know she is still half human, right?”

Pigsy’s eye twitched. “Of course I know that, Tang, but do you see a goddamn alternative laying around here? No! So just– stop. I'll find a way to make it work, it’ll be fine,” he whisper-yelled, startling his husband.

“Pigsy–”

“Just stop, Tang. We’ll figure this out. We always have to,” Pigsy closed his eyes, tiredly letting Li Na stick his finger in her mouth.

Tang didn't say anything, which Pigsy let be. However, after a moment the chef was startled when he felt Tang pulling him closer and trying to rest his head on his shoulder.

Pigsy sighed and kissed his head. “We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” Tang repeated, nuzzling as close as he could.

Pigsy kept his head atop Tang's for the rest of the ride.

The following hours were filled with chatter from MK and Mei, and a bit of Tang, as they talked and asked for details about the Burning Mountain and how it was different from the Flaming Mountains and such. Pigsy mostly tuned it out, keeping an eye out for any danger, and trying his best to fulfill Li Na's needs when they arose (though everyone agreed even if the world was ending, the car was stopping for diaper changes). She just about screeched in protest every time she was put back into the car seat, and whenever there was a bump in the road, and also whenever Pigsy or Tang’s hand stopped touching her, or whenever she wasn’t picked up for feeding. While incredibly frustrating, it was also probably unequivocally the worst day of the infant's life and she had zero communication skills or coping mechanisms, so she certainly had everyone’s sympathy. Besides, they still had her blanket and after ten minutes, she'd usually tire herself out. Granted, those ten minutes could feel like an eternity to the rest of the passengers, but it wasn't like there was anything they could do.

After about three hours, they arrived at the flaming mountain and Li Na was back in the carrier with Pigsy, to everyone’s relief.

However, the relief was short lived, as the Flaming Mountain certainly lived up to its name, while also having a shit ton of winding and perilous staircases to boot.

“I think my ankles hurt just looking at this thing,” Tang joked, elbowing Pigsy to try and get him to laugh too, but the pit in Pigsy’s stomach was far too deep for that.

“We’re seriously going to have to climb all that? Noooooooooooooooo,” MK groaned, slumping his head down.

“Bah, ‘Ol Alpine’ Sandy is good to go!” Sandy grinned, pulling out some of his rock climbing gear from his “emergency adventure” backpack. “We’ll be at the top in no time!”

“You know, I think there’s someone you’re forgettin’ here,” Pigsy sniped, making Sandy blush with embarrassment.

“Actually– that gives me an idea,” Tang snapped his fingers, summoning (and promptly spinning around) his khakkhara.

Pigsy sighed a massive breath of relief, glad his daughter wouldn’t actually have to face all that fire and lava. However, the feeling was incredibly short lived when he saw Wukong grab the staff with a guilty expression on his face.

“Yeahhhhhh, um, that’s gonna be a no-go, jangles,” he grimaced. “We can’t have that kind of big mystic energy or else–” “–Or else it’ll count as cheating! And we can’t fail the Trial By Fire!” MK interrupted, looking at the mountain with intensity.

“Wha– Kid, I’m pretty sure the ‘Trial By Fire’ is just a metaphor really, I’m sure the mountain ain’t testing you, right guys?” Pigsy glanced around the group, each having varied levels of one-sound responses.

“Yeah, gotta agree, bud. There’s no trial, we just can’t use magic because Li Jing will track us,” Wukong explained fully, glancing at Pigsy briefly.

Great.

“No matter, this mountain is going down,” MK shook his fist at it with determination.

Before Pigsy could even chuckle, Wukong wrapped his tail around his son and picked him up. “Or we’re going up! Catch ya at the top!” The monkey cheered, summoning his cloud and flying off.

“Wait–! MK–!” Pigsy called, but they were already nothing more than a blip on the horizon.

“Man, c'mon! Why doesn't his stupid cloud count as magic?” Mei kicked a rock and crossed her arms.

“Well, technically it's more of a ‘technique’ than a spell– plus the cloud is more like a kind of companion? I don't know– everything gets so mixed up with him,” Tang shook his head.

“UGH, fine, I guess we’re taking the hard way without MK, whatever,” Mei huffed and started going to the mountain.

Pigsy was going to follow, but his feet were suddenly glued to the ground as his eyes fell down to his daughter, who was looking up at him with big, innocent, helpless eyes.

“Pigsy? Everything alright?” Tang noticed his stance.

“No, I-I… I can’t take her, I can't climb that good, but we need to go after MK– Sandy,” Pigsy immediately turned to his friend, who looked down in confusion. “Sandy, you need to take her.”

“Oh-! Are you sure? She seems pretty cozy,” Sandy asked, smile soft and encouraging (or was at least supposed to be).

“You got more experience with this stuff, you can keep her safe,” Pigsy instantly nodded.

Sandy’s smile melted before he nodded and quickly got out a blanket from his backpack to use as a wrap while Pigsy removed his daughter from the carrier. This confused the infant, who instantly started squirming and whining, trying to grab Pigsy’s shirt with her tiny fists.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re just going with your yifu Sandy, it’s okay,” Pigsy tried assuring, but she still kept reaching and wriggling until Sandy was ready for her and the trade off was made– to which she started crying.

“Aw, hey now, it’s okay Little Piggy, good ol’ Sandy's got you,” the river demon assured, carefully wrapping her nice and snug to his chest, where she still protested, although less. Mo seemed to notice her upset mood and tried tapping her with a paw, but it didn’t help much either as she still kicked and cried.

The scene made Pigsy's chest tighten, but he shoved those feelings deep down in favor of putting his carrier in the diaper bag so they could get moving.

“Pigsy, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Tang whispered, grabbing Pigsy’s arm.

“Yes. We have to go after MK, and Sandy’s plenty capable,” Pigsy argued, glancing as the demon in question started stroking Li Na’s forehead as the cries turned to whimpers as she looked up at him.

Tang looked too. “Alright… if you’re sure, I am too.”

Pigsy’s chest tightened further, but he took his husband’s hand and started up the steps anyways, Sandy following and Mei quickly taking the lead.

After a quarter of the way into the first staircase, Sandy managed to finally soothe Li Na enough to stop crying, which was a huge relief. However, all two seconds of silence was apparently too much for Mei, as she felt the need to start complaining.

“Man… Stupid Wukong powers– ‘non-mystical clouds’– that’s total bullshit,” she puffed, kicking the step in front of her.

“You’re telling me,” Tang huffed, already starting to wince at each step on his left foot.

Pigsy chuckled and gave his husband a glance. However, that was a mistake if ever there was one, because the moment Tang noticed, he immediately hammed it up.

“Pigsy, darling, would you mind carrying me the rest of these steps?” His husband batted his eyelashes.

“In your dreams,” Pigsy rolled his eyes, trying to keep his eyes forward.

“Awww, c'mon, don't you looooove me?” Tang continued, wrapping his arm around Pigsy's.

“Keep this up and we'll see,” The chef gave Tang's arm a pat, making the scholar quickly swipe it away.

“Well, I never– we have a baby together and this is how you treat me? Oh my breaking heart,” Tang swooned dramatically.

“Oh, you mean the baby I had to carry for eight and a half months?” Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “What, you think that wasn't good enough and now I gotta carry you too?”

“Wha–? I don't mean it like that, I just– you know– with the–” Tang sputtered, meanwhile Mei cackled with laughter ahead.

Tang huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “Having fun now, are you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Mei grinned, spinning around and climbing the stairs backwards. “Your gross couple banter turned roasting is much more entertaining than thinking about how stupid it is Wukong just zipped MK up the mountain.”

“Hey now, hiking can be a very meditative form of exercise,” Sandy spoke up from the back.

All three other hikers gave him a look.

“...Okay, it might not be for everyone– but still! Introspection and being in nature is a good thing that can help us reconnect with ourselves,” Sandy argued.

“Rrrright,” Mei turned back around. “Well if that's true then it's a damn shame MK's missing out on all this introspection then.”

“Now that I agree with,” Sandy said, his tone making Pigsy's ears perk a little.

“What do you mean?” Pigsy glanced back.

Sandy looked away, seeming a tad embarrassed. “Well, I mean– I just think the kid needs a break, you know? Like we talked about,” he scratched his neck, and Mo meowed in agreement from his shoulder.

“Oh, right, yeah– he wasn't actually sleeping when we were all hanging, was he?” Mei asked.

“No, probably not,” Pigsy sighed and closed his eyes briefly.

“Yeesh…” Mei winced. “He's really been working himself to the bone lately, hasn't he?”

“Oh yeah.” Pigsy bit his cheek.

“But it'll be alright, we'll get the universe in tip-top shape in no time,” Sandy smiled empathetically. “Then he can get all the rest he needs.”

“Unless the universe throws another disaster our way,” Tang muttered.

“Hey now, let's try and think positively here. Once we get the stones and fix the universe, everything will be just fine,” Sandy encouraged, making Pigsy grunt out of habitual disgust. The chef could feel his friends gaze on the back of his neck, but the pig ignored it in favor of continuing up the never-ending steps.

“Well… uh… anyways… anyone know any hiking games we can play, or something to pass the time? This is… a lot of stairs,” Mei said, reality probably starting to hit her.

“Oh, I know plenty! We can do I Spy, 100 Bottles of Beer, 20 questions, bird watching, the alphabet game, or some kind of memory game!” Sandy cheered, making Pigsy ponder if throwing himself into lava would be less painful.

However, the pig kept his mouth shut since it was at the very least a distraction from worrying about MK. Plus, Li Na seemed to be having fun with it too, laughing along with every song or silly voice Sandy did. Despite his begrudgingly acceptance though, he felt overwhelmed with relief when they finally reached the first tread in the staircase and they could all rest a moment.

“Oh… my god… I think my legs… are gonna fall off,” Mei wheeled before she collapsed to the ground. “How many more staircases do we got?”

“Trust me, Mei, you don't wanna know,” Tang warned, sitting down with a wince.

Pigsy noticed that and immediately took action to start massaging Tang's ankles, which got him a pained smile in return.

“Haha… yeah… we got a long day ahead of us, but pacing ourselves is everything! So we're gonna take a nice, long break to drink some water, eat some granola, and take it easy,” Sandy instructed, removing his massive backpack while Li Na started to wiggle and whine. “Ope-! Right after we get this little one settled too.”

Pigsy naturally perked up, watching carefully as Sandy undid his wrap and freed the now crying infant. Pigsy now recognized it was her hungry cry, and so instantly got out her bottle and formula– before realizing he had no water or way to heat it up safely. Granted, it didn't have to be warm, but Li Na was in a phase right now where she refused it cold or even room temperature. Then again, this place was boiling hot, so… maybe it would work..?

“Oh dip, snack time?” Mei asked the frozen pig.

“Y-yeah, I just– um…” Pigsy stared down at his hands.

“Oh-! Here, I can make it for you if we trade,” Sandy offered, and they swapped almost instantly.

“Hey, hey, it's okay Li Na, it's okay– I know it's hot and you're hungry– but we have milk, you'll be okay,” Pigsy tried shushing her, which seemed to actually work, her little body relaxing ever-so-slightly against Pigsy's chest.

Tang hummed with a tired smile behind him, resting his head on his husband's shoulder before stroking Li Na's cheek.

“Oughhhh, you guys are so stupid cute– even when she's crying! How is this even legal?” Mei doted on her.

Sandy chuckled. “Maybe one day you'll have one of your own and maybe then it'll be fair,” he said, measuring the powder with the scoop while Mo made his way over to the girl.

“But right now it's not! And MK's not even here–” Mei suddenly stopped herself and started petting Mo. “It’s not fair.”

Pigsy winced at the mention of MK, which made Tang sit up. “You feeling okay, hon?”

“M'fine, just–” Pigsy sighed. “I'm just tired.”

Sandy gave his friend a look of pity before offering the bottle. “This will help her stop at least.”

Pigsy took it, despite accurately predicting Li Na wouldn't like it, kicking it away and wailing loudly in protest.

“What? Is she not hungry?” Tang asked, making Pigsy's eye twitch.

“Of course she's hungry, Tang, it just ain’t warm enough for her,” he sighed heavily.

Tang gave an exasperated sigh as well. “As if being on a flaming mountain isn’t good enough for her.”

“Oh, well– I, uh… I might be able to warm it up, if you want,” Mei offered, still stroking Mo’s chin as he purred.

Pigsy bit his cheek, uncertain but ultimately deciding it was worth a shot before handing the bottle over. The girl took the bottle in one hand, trying to start a fire in the other. However, it didn’t seem to be working for once, causing Mei’s frustration to rise with each failed snap.

“C’mon stupid flame, just fucking light already,” she cursed, making Pigsy and Tang exchange a glance.

Sandy sensed the tension “Mei, you don’t have to do this, I’m sure we can think of something else–”

“No! I can do this! I just gotta–” Mei snapped her fingers once again, and this time a massive green flame shot up. “Shit–!” She cursed, instantly dropping the bottle to the ground (thankfully causing the flame to die out too). “S-sorry– sorry, I can do it– I have it all under control, it’s fine, I just–”

“Mei, it’s okay, we can figure something else out,” Sandy insisted, but Mei just picked up the bottle and started walking up the stairs again to a nearby stream of lava.

“Mei–! Wait! Be careful!” Tang instantly stood and called out to her, but the girl didn’t listen, continuing to walk until she was barely away from the melted rock, where she simply crouched down and held the bottle above.

Pigsy stayed sitting on the ground, semi-trapped by the still-screaming infant in his arms, but he watched with an immense hollow feeling in his chest. Mei was in trouble, MK was in trouble, Li Na was in trouble– but again there wasn’t a single thing he could do– why did he call himself a dad again?

Mei came back in not too long– though she smelt a lot more like smoke and had soot stains all over her white jeans, but she still handed over the bottle with a nearly uncanny grin. “Here you go, Piggy.”

Pigsy looked at her. “Mei, what is this? What are you doing?”

Mei scoffed. “What are any of us doing? Climbing a stupid mountain to get to MK,” she retorted, crossing her arms and looking up, while Pigsy just shook his head and tried cleaning off the bottle before finally giving it to Li Na.

However, the head shake just set her off again. “Ugh, we're going too slow– I have to get to MK before something happens. I'll catch you at the top,” Mei waved them off and bounded up the stairs once more.

“Mei, hold on–” Sandy quickly grabbed his bag once more and went to go after her, before seeming to remember there were other people there.

He looked at them, then back up at the stairs, before backing down. “She just needs some space for now, I'm sure,” he said, though Pigsy wasn't sure his friend actually believed that.

“This is… really bad, isn't it?” Tang laughed nervously, looking at both the chef and Sandy.

“We can fix this, I know we can. We just… need to get up this mountain,” Sandy's cheerful disposition faltered ever-so-slightly.

“And then what?” Pigsy scoffed. “For all we know, Mei's right and while we're stuck here some destiny bullshit is happening. Hell, by the time we get there, I bet MK is just going to be even worse,” he spat, looking away bitterly.

“Pigsy–” Tang tried placing a hand on his shoulder, but the chef shook it away– which he instantly regretted when it made Li Na whine.

“Sorry, sorry– I just–...” Pigsy glanced at Tang before closing his eyes. “I know there's nothing we can't get through together… but when his ‘destiny’ or mentor keeps isolatin’ him, I just… I just don't know what to do,” Pigsy looked at Li Na tiredly.

Tang knelt and pressed a kiss on Pigsy's forehead. “I know how you feel, hon– it's terrifying and I just– I hate it so much.”

Pigsy sighed, nuzzling his head against Tang's chest before his husband wrapped him into a soft hug.

“Self isolation is a nasty habit for sure,” Sandy looked at and quickly scooped Mo back up again. “It’s not going to be easy to combat it… but with work I know we can get through to him.”

“Always the optimist,” Pigsy snorted weakly.

Sandy chuckled a little. “Someone has to be.”

Pigsy couldn’t argue with that, swapping the now empty bottle with a towel to burp Li Na, before glancing back up the steps, where he could see Mei stomping around.

“You should go to her, Sandy,” he spoke up, but his friend shook his head.

“We need to plan what to do about MK together– she's his family too,” Sandy said.

“She's just as much a kid as MK, she doesn't need all that pressure either,” Pigsy argued.

“She's his best friend, Pigsy. She's going to worry and want to do something no matter what,” Sandy gave the pig a look so tender it actually made the chef want to cry.

“W-well, um… either way, I don't like the kid bein’ by herself and I'm just holding you back, so, you know...” Pigsy sniffled, trying not to dwell.

“Oh, c'mon, don't be like that honey,” Tang rubbed his arm. “We’re all a team here, whether they know it or not.”

Pigsy nodded, ultimately agreeing with the sentiment. “Sorry, yeah, I just–”

“I know, hon. You’re okay,” Tang kissed his cheek.

The chef smiled.

Once Li Na was all burped and settled, she was wrapped back into Sandy's carrier, which she again protested. Thankfully though, all that eating must've tired her out as she fell asleep by the time they saw Mei halfway across a rope suspension bridge.

“Mei! Wait right there!” Sandy instantly called out, an unusual panic in his voice that made the other two adults pause before rushing with him.

Mei turned around, seeming annoyed more than anything. “Took you slow pokes long enough. C’mon, we gotta get going–”

“Mei, wait, that bridge isn't safe and you don’t have the right equipment or anything! You need to take it slow–”

“Sorry, but I'm actually trying to reach MK before my retirement,” Mei rolled her eyes and continued onward, not noticing how the bridge slanted a notable amount to the right, nor how some parts of the rope were frayed or how it was over a massive chasm or–

“Mei, are you trying to get yourself killed too?!” Pigsy shouted at her, running to the bridge’s start.

“I'm trying to get back to MK before it's too late, unlike you slowpokes,” Mei mumbled that last part, continuing forward until a loud CRACK broke through the mountain and Mei let out a shriek– the plank underneath her foot snapping in half and causing her to fall halfway before she managed to just barely catch the bottom rope.

“MEI!” All three of them shouted, Pigsy summoning his rake without even thinking and racing to her aid (ignoring Tang's loud sputtering protests and confusion).

“Pigsy! Y-your rake-! What if that counts as magic?! We can't be tracked!” Mei worried.

“Jesus– I don't fucking care! I'm not losing any of my goddamn kids! Just grab on,” Pigsy instructed, not comprehending how that could even be on her mind right now. Thankfully, Mei did still have enough sense to do as she was told and Pigsy pulled her back up on the bridge– though was quickly startled when Mei suddenly latched onto him and wouldn't let go.

“Woah, hey now, it's okay, kid. I got you.” Pigsy hugged her right back, his rake disappearing once more.

“P-piggy, I'm so sorry– I don't know what I was thinking– I–” Mei started to cry.

“Hey, it's okay, I got you, Mei, I got you. We'll make it across, everything’s okay,” Pigsy assured, finally looking back at his husband and best friend, who both looked like they just had the biggest heart attacks of their lives.

Once Sandy noticed Pigsy looking at him, he shook off his shock though, sighing a breath of relief before clearing his throat. “Right– okay– you two need to stay to the left of the bridge, alright? And watch out for creaking or too much rocking– take it nice and even!” Sandy instructed, and Pigsy nodded.

“You okay to stand?” he then asked the still trembling girl, who shook her head.

“I-I'm sorry Piggy, I'm sorry,” she kept crying.

“Hey, it's okay– we can talk on the other side, okay? I got you, everything'll be alright.” Pigsy gave a squeeze for emphasis and eventually Mei nodded and slowly let go. However, the second Pigsy was up and standing again, Mei held his hand tight. The chef didn't mind, though, letting her hold on as they followed Sandy's instruction until they were back on solid ground and waiting for the others to cross.

The pair didn't speak while they waited, though Mei wrapped her arms around one of his and buried her head in his shoulder. Pigsy did his best to try and comfort her, though was constantly watching and worrying for Tang, Sandy, Mo, and Li Na.

Thankfully, everyone made it just fine– though the second Tang was across he grabbed Mei's shoulders and started shaking her.

“Long Xiaojiao, don't ever do that again!” he ordered before squeezing the daylights out of her.

“I-I'm sorry Mr. Tang, I-I don't know– I'm so scared– MK– he isn't acting right– h-he–”

Tang hugged her tighter. “I know– god, I know… but what can we do?” Tang asked, eventually letting go and looking to Sandy, meanwhile Mei reattached herself to Pigsy's arm.

“Hey now, it's not too late, MK is still with us. We have time,” Sandy assured as he unwrapped his carrier once again, passing over the anxious infant to Tang, who rocked her.

“Yeah, but– but how much?” Pigsy glanced at Mei, who squeezed his arm tighter, burying her head.

Sandy had to think for a moment, which didn't make Pigsy feel any better.

“Look… it's not going to be easy, but MK is still here, we just have to keep assuring him we're here too. Even if it seems like fate or the universe is trying to pull us apart, we have to let him know we aren't going anywhere and– and that he means so much to us a-and–” Sandy started to get choked up, which made Mo start to purr and rub his head against Sandy's. “Right– right, sorry–”

“Sandy, it's okay, you can be scared too,” Pigsy assured, receiving a tearful smile of gratitude in response.

“R-right– well–” Sandy tried clearing his throat as a few tears fell quickly down his cheeks. “Well first, we'll make it up the mountain and help MK with anything he may need. After that, we'll be back in the truck for the second stone, and rest up. We don't want to pile too much on him too soon, but getting in some praise and affection would be good, I think,” he sniffled.

“But will it be enough?” Mei asked quietly.

“...I'll have a one-on-one meditation session with him tomorrow– try to teach him mindfulness and try to pass on wisdom about fighting inner demons. It’ll help him know he’s not alone,” Sandy nodded to himself.

“MK kinda hates meditation though– part of the ol’ ADHD thing,” Mei pointed out, fidgeting with Pigsy’s shirt sleeve.

“I know, but–... but I think with time and effort I could really get through to him,” the river demon tried to sound confident, but when Mei didn’t seem any more assured, he sighed. “I know how bad– how helpless it feels to watch someone go through this… but I know that Pigsy and Tang are right– there is nothing we can't fix together.”

“What about after the meditation?” Mei asked again. “What do we do then? H-how can we– can we make sure he doesn't– you know–”

Sandy smiled softly. “We just continue loving him the best we can, Mei, that's all we can do– until we find a trained professional for him, that is.”

“Right… right, okay,” The dragon girl sniffled, glancing up at Pigsy for reassurance, to which the demon kissed her head.

“We're gonna make that kid feel so fucking loved he won't know what hit ‘im,” the chef joked a little too.

“And we'll also make sure to take care of ourselves in the meantime too,” Tang added, and Mei instantly nodded.

“R-right– I know, I'm so sorry– I didn't mean to– I just–”

“We know, kiddo, just don't scare us like that again.” Pigsy moved to wrap his arm around the girl's shoulders.

Mei’s eyes went to the ground. “I mean... I didn't– I know you've said it before, but… I didn't think you actually thought of me like I’m your kid,” she chuckled weakly.

“What can I say? We're huge saps,” Pigsy chuckled too and gave her another tight squeeze.

Mei snorted, nuzzling closer as she did.

“And– uh– for the record, I– um… I’m very fond of you too, Mei,” Sandy added, making Mei finally break the embrace to give Sandy a hug of his own.

“I love you too, ya big ol’ teddy bear,” Mei said, causing the river demon to laugh and embrace her back.

Pigsy could see his friend was on the verge of crying again, but he didn’t say anything and instead made his way closer to Tang before asking how he and Li Na were holding up.

“Oh, you know… little sore, little exhausted, but a little better, too,” Tang chuckled nervously while Li Na grasped her baba’s thumb.

“You thinkin’ you’ll be able to make it up the rest of the mountain? It’s a long way to go still,” Pigsy asked.

“Are you offering to carry me?” Tang batted his eyelashes.

Pigsy rolled his eyes and pushed him away playfully. “Not if you keep doing that.”

The scholar laughed, though it didn’t last too long. At first Pigsy just assumed he was tired, but his eyes had an intense focus on Li Na before he suddenly asked–

“Pigsy?”

The chef straightened up. “Yes?”

“Tell me everyone’s going to end okay– that MK, and Mei, a-and Li Na are going to be alright.”

Pigsy’s heart melted. “MK, Mei, and Li Na are gonna be just fine, Tangy–”

“Promise me.” Tang looked at him.

Pigsy hesitated, glancing at Sandy, then Mei, then Li Na before going back to his husband.

“I… I promise, Tang. Everyone’s gonna go home just right,” he said, placing a hand on his husband’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

Tang’s face relaxed into a tired and slightly goofy smile. “Thanks, hon. I-I just– thank you.”

Pigsy smiled and kissed his cheek, before turning to the others. “We ready to get going?”

“Oh-! Yeah! Don’t wanna leave him hanging for too long” Mei immediately bounced up, and once Li Na was back and wrapped up with Sandy, they started making their way up the mountain once more.

The hike ended up lasting until just about sunset, and with Pigsy having to carry Tang for a little over half the distance because of his weak ankles. It wasn’t great for the pig demon’s back by any means, but Sandy was already carrying his massive hiking emergency bag, Mo, and Li Na, so he sucked it up. It was also better than even entertaining the thought of leaving his husband behind, so while it was difficult, he endured knowing it would be worth it.

…Which was why when Wukong grabbed MK and immediately flew away again the second the group reached the top, Pigsy felt angry enough to tear the immortal limb-from-limb.

It wasn’t helped that from the brief moment Pigsy actually saw his son, there was this… this cloudiness behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was new– it had to have been new– Pigsy wouldn’t have missed it if it had been there at the restaurant or in the van–

Something bad happened to his son while he was out of reach.

“Well… uh… back down we go, I guess, huh?” Tang tried to lighten the mood, elbowing Pigsy to try and get him to join in.

Pigsy didn’t have it in him, though. Instead, he stared at Sandy, starting a silent conversation.

He’s worse, the chef’s eyes said.

I know.Sandy looked back with pity.

Why does this keep happening?

I don’t know.

Why can’t he just be okay? Why can’t he stay with us?

I don’t know that either, Pigsy. But we’re sticking to our plan as a team, no matter what. We'll figure this out.

Pigsy took a deep breath and nodded.

Right. You’re right.

Sandy smiled weakly. Of course I am. Let’s get going. Can’t leave him alone for too long.

“Right… right. Let’s get going,” Pigsy said, and after scooping Tang up once more, they started down the mountain again with equal parts worry and determination to fix what was wrong as a team.

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