#When I tell you I laughed out loud when I opened this ask the accuracy is spot on

[oneluckydragon]

I needed to make something for the return of two of my favorite girls ever. Sora happened to run into skuntank in town today. According to Echo this is death penalty worthy.

Dragon understands them on a molecular level and it makes me so happy.

[fir3ylolol]

i'll have what she's having

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: Johnny has insisted that you match with him at his Halloween party, which you obliged. but he's acting sort of weird? wonder what's up with him...

tw: mentions of drinking

a/n: i was inspired by @sillygooselulu to write a little fluff, and why not make it Halloween-themed! first real attempt at fluff which was kinda fun :) but don't worry, the 100-follower special should be out soon!

word count: 1.21 k

Ao3

You put on the last part of your Halloween costume and look in the mirror. Smoothing your pants, you turn and admire how you look. A pair of brown shoes, high-waisted jeans, a red turtleneck, and a brown blazer. Of course, ever the film nerd, Johnny wanted to go as Harry and Sally. You walk to your bathroom to finish your hair and face, sitting down with a huff. You had no idea where Johnny was, leaving you to get ready by yourself. You curl your hair into loose, tease out 80’s curls, and apply a wine-colored gloss to your lips.

You notice your phone buzzing on the bathroom counter and pick it up quickly. Johnny’s cheesy grin flashes across your screen and you pick up quickly. “Hey, you picked up! Where are you? You on your way yet?” He’s almost yelling in your ear, and you back the phone away from your ear. “I just finished, I’ll be there soon. You feeling good?” you manage to say without a laugh, his volume a clear indication that he’s already started to party. “I feel great! Hurry up and get over here!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave now then.” You grab your large leathery bag, which Johnny insisted on for “accuracy”. “Woohoo! I’ll see you soon!” He cheers, and abruptly hangs up. Sighing lightly, you leave to his place, LA traffic is not any better than usual. It takes about 30 minutes to get there, and when you do, you notice how many cars are in the driveway. There are at least 50, blocking areas and creating a maze. But, ever the gentleman, Johnny runs out, waving his garage controls above his head. He slightly runs into the car and sticks his head through the window. “You’re here! Go ahead, park in the garage. I’ll see you inside, ok? Bye!” He leaves before you can get a word out, leaving you in a stunned state.

You shake out of it, and pull into his garage quickly, walking into the house through that door. It is loud inside, with bass vibrating the floor and shot glasses tipped over on the counter. You shuffle through the crowd in front of you, searching for Johnny. And there he is, sitting on the couch and laughing loudly with more people than you think the furniture can handle. But he sees you and bolts up. In a large, white cable-knit sweater and jeans, he wraps you up in a hug. “Yay! My other half is here, guys!” He turns you towards the crowd, which loudly cheers for him.

He lets go of you and holds one of your hands, smiling widely. “I missed you,” he giggles out. “How much have you had to drink?” You touch a hand to his red cheeks, which he hisses at. “Your hands are too cold. But I’ve only had a little.” You start to drag him towards a balcony, and he follows behind you with shuffling steps. “Come on, you need fresh air,” you open the glass door and get him outside, shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh, fine,” he leans against the waist-height wall and looks out over Malibu. You stand beside him, wrapping an arm around him in a light hug. He turns to look at you, smiling just as wide as before, with slightly less red cheeks. “You know, you’re always so nice. I like having you around,” he says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “I like being around man, it’s fun.” You laugh lightly as your face is shoved into his chest, pushing away a little.

Johnny pauses, face slightly dropping as he looks out again. “Hey, can I tell you something? Like, can you promise you won’t leave after I say it?” He sounds slightly serious, but drops it quickly, “Since people will keep asking why I didn’t dress up.” Taken slightly aback by his words, you try to join him in lightening the mood. “Unless you killed someone, I’m staying right here.” He pauses a little too long, and you panic slightly. “Y-you didn’t kill anyone, right??” He turns to you and laughs hard, leaning forward over the wall. “No! Why would I do that? God, you’re funny.” You breathe out a sigh of relief, you weren’t ready to keep a secret like that.

But he grows serious again, letting out what sounds like a nervous breath. “Well, we’ve been friends for a while, and I really like hanging out with you. You’ve stuck by me, even when my movies weren’t that successful.” He’s trying to lighten the mood again, but it’s not working. He coughs slightly, then continues. “Hold on, I memorized my lines.” Confused, you cock an eyebrow at him, but you’re used to his strange antics. He takes a deep breath and starts talking again. “I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.” Your face slightly drops, and you recognize what he’s saying. It’s the speech at the end of ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ He continues, “And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's Halloween.”

He grabs both your hands, his grasp tight as he finishes, “I wanted you here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” You’re in shock again, taking a long time to process all of this. But he stands there, uncharacteristically nervous. God, how much did he have to drink tonight? He tends to be a little less careful when he’s stressed, and if his nerves now are indicative, he is close to wasted. You snap out of it, and look into his eyes, finally smiling. “Johnny, you really had to quote a movie to confess?” He lets out a breath, shoulders falling forward. “Don’t tease! You’re just so cool, and attractive, and I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. So I figured I could maybe pass this off as part of my character, and not something I was saying.”

“Wait, is this why you really wanted us to dress up as Harry and Sally?” He wraps his arms around you tight, snuggling into your neck. “Maybe…was it bad?” You hug him back, hands tracing along his back. “Nah, it was cute. Nerdy, but cute.” Huffing, he pulls away, “You could’ve left it at cute.” But he pauses again, searching your face quickly. “So…do you wanna…be with me?” You smile and cup his face in one hand, bringing him in for a kiss. He melts into you, arms wrapping around your waist as yours wrap around his neck. You feel him smile, holding you tight against him. He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

[nickssidewitch]

How would da boys react if their partner could draw or paint? As a hobby, but they're really good at it? Like, imagine Nick deciding to scare his boyfriend from behind, only to see he is painting a portrait of him on his phone? That would be so cute 🥹

🖌️🎨 How The Triplets Would React if their Partners were Secret Artists! 👨🏻‍🎨🖼️👩🏾‍🎨

Aw that example is way too cute!! 💜😭

In that specific scenario, Nick would be so in awe of his boyfriend. I can imagine one day, he’d be at his boyfriend’s house, casually grabbing a snack from his kitchen cupboards before heading off to find where his man wandered off to with a secret mission to scare him. He’d then come across the garage door ajar and peer through it, noticing his boyfriend sat in front of an easel with a palette in one hand and a brush in another. As Nick would narrow his eyes to adjust his vision, he’d recognize his own face painted onto the canvas. He’d slowly open the garage door, causing his boyfriend to jolt at the sound of the door creaking. Nick would chuckle at his reaction and smile warmly at him, leaning against the door and saying things like “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?!” or “Damn, so you’re the talented one between the two of us, huh?”, leaving his boyfriend to shrug and blush at his words, reminding Nick “Well, I’m with a sick photographer who can also edit videos for a living, so I wouldn’t say I’m the only talented one here”, which would make Nick even more flustered than he already is, causing him to sit there and admirably watch his boyfriend at work for the rest of the painting.

*****

Matt would be lost for words, but find it incredibly cute. He’d be waiting for his girlfriend while she’s in the shower, absentmindedly glancing at the things she put on top of his desk when she came over. He’d open up what he thought was his girlfriend’s notepad, only to widen his eyes as he flipped through pages of sketches and drawings, some of them depicting him. He would be mesmerized by her work, of course, admiring the accuracy of the lines and shading. But, he would quickly close the sketchbook when a pang of guilt pulls at his heartstrings for even just glancing at it. After her shower, the two of them would be sat on his bed, having a casual conversation, when all of a sudden he looks at her and says, “You know that notepad you brought with you? The one on my desk?”, and she’d nod a bit quizzically, wondering why he would bring that up out of nowhere. He’d add, “I didn’t know you could sketch! You kept that a secret from me?!” And she’d laugh, a blush visible on her face. “I guess it never came up in conversation…” which was half true. But, by her demeanor, Matt could tell she was also a bit embarrassed of her talent, and he could infer that that was especially the case because a lot of her sketches were of him. He’d lighten the situation, stating “If you needed me to pose for you, you could’ve just asked,” followed by a pose he would personally find embarrassing if he did it for anyone else. The smile and laugh that would follow from her mouth would be enough for the two of them to be content for the rest of the night.

*****

Chris would literally obsess over her work, looking over her shoulder and constantly asking her curious questions as she’s in the middle of it like “You plan on selling these or is this just a hobby?” or “How long have you been doing this?” or “Do you usually use these ‘crayon things’ (and by “crayon things” he means “oil pastels”, God bless this unknowing kid’s soul 😭) or do you use other stuff?”. And occasionally, he would pester her with teases like “So, would you say that I’m your muse then? 😏👀” or “I got something else you can paint 😏”, causing his girlfriend to nudge him bashfully and blush, stating “You fucking wish I would draw that, perv!” He’d playfully stand behind her easel, posing with many different stances, stating every mood and tone of the stance out loud. He’d pose like the sculpture The Thinker and say “pensive”, he’d flex his biceps and say with a cocky tone “buff!”, and he’d repeatedly do this many more times until his girl scoffs and rolls her eyes, asking in a disciplinary tone, “Chris, you wanna be my muse or not?”, to which he’d giggle at her tone of voice and finally put on his best final stance that she could work with. Despite all of Chris’s teases and taunts, he would be in awe of the way his girl would work her magic in any medium she touches, even saving some pictures of her work on his phone to show off to his friends, proudly saying, “Yeah, my girl’s an artiste,” followed by a chef’s kiss.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuviella: Part 22

“Alright, everyone! If you could all take your places for the first marketplace scene, please!”

You settle down stage left, afforded a clear view of the stage (and audience, thanks to the distinct lack of curtains) and watch as Portia, Lucio, and Asra make their way to the other side.

There’s one last conference with the director before Julian hops off stage. You watch Portia get into character, hand coming up to cradle an imaginary wine glass as Asra tries not to laugh at her imitation. Lucio gives his replacement skirt one more impatient tug and then the three of them are off. You flip open Julian’s script and do your best to follow along:

ENTER: Evil Stepmother (E.S.) and Ugly Stepsister (U.S.), stage right. Nobody is happy to see them. E.S.: Come along and stop complaining, child, I’ve had enough of your ridiculous tantrums today. U.S. (whining): But mother, I saw it and I want it so it needs to be mine! (stomps foot)

You watch as Lucio brings his heel down, catching the hem of his skirt and pulling it right to the floor. You half-expect to hear a loud rip when he does so, but Portia’s stitching holds firm and he topples himself backwards instead to the raucous laughter of several South End ensemble members. He rights himself quickly with a flush. You can’t tell if the blood in his face is a positive reaction to the happy attention or frustration at falling over. Thankfully, it seems to be the first kind as he clears his throat and continues with his line:

U.S. (cont): How am I supposed to seduce the butcher’s boy if I’m not wearing that sausage necklace? I want him to notice me. You know what? Fine! Since you won’t get it for me, I’ll ask Cinders instead. Cinderellaaa! ENTER: Cinderella, stage right, carrying several unidentifiable purchases. She is struggling to balance them and looks tired. Cinderella (submissively): Yes, Ugly Steps – I mean, yes, sister?

You watch the way Asra smirks around their lines, far more sassy than submissive and clearly uncaring about their misrepresentation of Cinderella’s character. He juts out a hip to perch the empty boxes on, arching an impudent eyebrow at Lucio while Julian facepalms off stage. Portia turns to face her quarreling daughters with a haughty toss of her hair:

E.S.: Cinderella, I expect you not to fall behind on your duties. Fetch us some bread from the baker’s and be back before we’re finished at the dressmaker’s. Cinderella: Yes, milady. U.S. (pulling Cinderella aside): Give this to his boy for me, okay? I know you want to read it, but you’re not allowed to! And tell me what he says! Cinderella (sighing): Yes, Ug – Yes, sister.

You watch Asra make their way across the stage, ignoring Portia’s covert glare as they hike their skirt up to their thighs to avoid tripping. Portia and Lucio stay huddled in a corner that you assume is going to be the dressmaker’s as Asra pauses mid-stride, going off script as he opens up the blank piece of folded paper that Lucio shoved into his hand.

UNSCRIPTED: Cinderella opens the note one exaggerated fold at a time, smirking as she reads the contents before clearing her throat and sharing it with all present. Cinderella (imitating U.S. with uncanny accuracy): I’m perfect and you know you want me. If you ask nicely, I’ll let you pay me to go on a date with you. Signed, the unattainable girl of your dreams. (giggles and refolds the note) Sounds like that poor boy’s been having nightmares. END UNSCRIPTED PORTION

You watch Cinderella make a mad dash for the edge of the stage, the Director muffling his laughter into his gloves. The Evil Stepmother gives chase with a furious scolding about how no self-respecting maid on the job would show that much leg while the Ugly Stepsister opens and closes her mouth in search of the right words to protest with. You hear a choke and look behind you in time to see Selasi, the beloved baker, give Lucio a cautious look and creep backstage. You turn back to where Portia is dragging Asra back to the front by their ear and wonder just how many of your friends Julian has recruited to perform in his play.

[babiesdreams]

omg it’s been so long i’ve missed your work i wanted to request xiaojun smut where he buys the reader an expensive jewellery set, like emerald set!? for their anniversary & then when she goes to try it on he says i wanna see you in just the necklace nothing else HDHDJHSGAH then basically smUT SMUT PLSSS with nipple play? praise? and xiaojun as a soft dom?? - 🦋

Okay so it's been so long since I do these but I'm back so here we go. It's short 😔🤙

Emerald set +18 Xiao Dejun.

Everything was ready for your anniversary dinner. The expensive wine burns your throat as you swallow it. A drop gets out of your lips and drips down your chin. You clean it off with your fingers. You instantly blush as pervert thoughts cross your mind. "It's our anniversary, It's supposed to be romantic you think to yourself brushing off every perverted thought out of your mind.

The door sounds in the distance and you prepare yourself to act like this is your first glass of wine of the night. "Don't look" he says approaching you with tiny steps. "Close your eyes" he says and you can tell he's smiling by the sound of his voice.

He hands you a box with a ribbon on it and asks you to open your eyes. Immediately you know it's some kind of jewellery. You open the box slowly and your eyes focus on the light reflecting onto the emerald piece. You recognise it instantly but you let him explain it.

"It's Howl's necklace from your favourite film" you smile at him. "I'm sorry" you say with a sigh. "Why, what's wrong?" You look at him with sad eyes. "My gift for you isn't that good"

"where's it? Let me see it" you point at the badly wrapped gift. He runs to it and rips the wrapping as quick as he can. "Oh my god. You made me a sweater?" He asks in disbelief.

"I tried. I'm not good at knitting yet... I'm sorry" yoy try to explain shyly. He puts it on immediately. "I love it. It's so fluffy and comfortable and pretty... Like you" you laugh at his compliments.

"I love you" you say looking at him. "I love you too" he replies with a sweet voice. "I'll help you put your necklace on" he says walking towards you. "Did you have it custom made?" You ask still surprised by the accuracy.

"I did, it's almost the same, excelt for a detail" you raise a brow, curious. "What's it?" He turns the jewel around so you can see the inscription. It reads "My heart is yours"

"Xiaojun... It's so beautiful" you say with tears forming on your eyes. "A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl" he says. "You're so cocky" you joke around.

"You know... When first saw the necklace I couldn't help but imagine how it would fit you" you smile at him "Did I meet your expectations?" The boy smirks. "Not really"

You pout at his words. "In my mind you didn't have ... Clothes" he says serving himself a glass of wine. "Oh well we can solve that" you say taking your dress off. The boy remains silent observing your body as your clothes keep flying across the room.

"Is this closer?" You say once you're completely naked. "It is, but there's something still missing" he whispers getting closer to you.

His right hand starts playing with your clit while his left hand pinches your nipples. Loud moans fill the room. " You're such a good girl" he says getting faster with his actions. "You always wait for me to let you cum right?" You nod, unable to form words and hold your orgasm at the same time.

He starts fingering you right away. "Cum now" he orders and you let go, feeling the wave of pleasure brush your body completely. "Good girl" he whispers.

You look down and notice how hard he is. "Let's go" you say walking towards your bedroom. He follows you until you're both laying on the bed.

"Now this is exactly what I pictured" he says caressing your cheek. "Well you have all night to make it even better"

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[foreverrogers]

lead the way

"Did you mean it?"

"Did you want me to mean it?"

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader 

Summary: you find out your best friend has never had sex. who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?

Warnings: SMUT! Language, Peter Parker is a stuttering idiot, 18+, NSFW

Words: 3.3k

A/N: I haven’t written in ages and got super sick of my old writing so welcome to a brand new account! Been absolutely thriving in the andrew garfield renaissance the last couple of weeks so thought I would write a little something for his spidey, hope you enjoy! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

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Peter has snow in his hair when you open the front door of your apartment. 

You don't offer a greeting, simply smirk at the sight of him - buried in a mountain of layers, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched as he shivers - on your doorstep. His glare is sharp as he walks past.

You watch him visibly relax at the first waves of heat emanating from your apartment, the space heater set up in the corner working so well you're perfectly comfortable in just your pyjama pants and singlet. Dropping his backpack to the ground with a heavy thud, Peter stands at the edge of your couch and lets himself fall face-first into the blanket bundled up on the other end, his exasperated groan only making you laugh. 

Making your way over to him, you quickly grab your hot water bottle, still warm from its perpetual use since the beginning of Winter, and make yourself a place on the floor, leant against the coffee table as you look across at him. 

"Quit it, Parker, you're getting snow on my perfectly good dumpster couch."

He pouts when he looks at you.

You just smile at him, reach out to tussle his quickly dampening hair to shake out the last of the snow. He closes his eyes and lets out another loud groan at your actions. "Oh, the torture!" You mock, laughing and making him sink his face back into your blanket. "Take this," You state, waiting for him to slowly drag himself up into a sitting position before thrusting the hot water bottle into his arms. 

He hugs it immediately, mumbling a quiet "thank you" as you make a 'scootch' motion at him and flop down at his side. You're pressed flush shoulder to shoulder, and your steady presence beside him makes his insides warmer than any heater could.

"I assume we're staying in tonight?" You ask, still smiling, and Peter gives you a wordless nod before pressing the bottle deeper into himself. "Here, I'll order a pizza." You toss your TV remote at him, and don't have time to dwell on the sudden speed and accuracy of his catch before a notification gets your attention.

Peter watches your smile fall and your fingers linger above the keyboard for a moment before you start typing. "Who is it?" He asks, lifting his head up from the bottle and leaning back into the couch.

"Just Flash," You start, not looking up from your phone. "He wants me to come over later."

Flash Thompson. Bully, jock, arch-nemesis. His name alone makes Peter clench his teeth, but the idea of you and him together makes him want to punch something. Preferably Flash. Right in the jaw. "What did you tell him?"

You look confused when you turn to him, eyebrows furrowed and a smile brought back to play at your lips. "I told him you and I were hanging out. You think I'm gonna ditch you for that guy after you climbed the Rocky's just to get here?"

"No, right, of course." There's a beat of silence as you look back at your phone, and Peter sees you pull up the website to the pizza place down the road. "So... You and Flash, huh?"

"Me and Flash, huh?" You look like you're only half-listening to him, intently analysing the menu in front of you. "Do you want cheese or pepperoni?"

"I don't mind," He responds, earning a questioning hum from you. He waits another moment, tries to formulate his next question into something casual. "So are you two, like, official?"

That does get your attention, pausing mid scroll to turn to him, humour in your narrowed eyes. "Like a pair of B-list celebrities making an Instagram debut? Absolutely not. The idea is almost insulting."

Hearing it makes Peter relax for some reason; it's not like just because Flash didn't have any real chance he automatically would. Or maybe that's exactly what it meant. And for one blissfully fleeting moment, Peter lets himself back into the fantasy land where you get to know everything about him, and you get to be in love.

The movie Peter finds on TV is already halfway through, filled with famous actors who look exactly alike and make the plot extra difficult to follow. Finally warming up, he's already discarded his jacket and hoodie, leaving skin to skin contact where you lean against each other, your head on his shoulder. His arm sits outstretched along the back of the couch, and he could so easily bring it down if he had the courage to, pull you closer and feel you press into him like a puzzle piece. He almost always decides against it.

The scene comes out of nowhere, steamy, brass-based music and low lighting quickly leading to an incredibly over-dramatic make out sequence with the inevitable soon to follow. 

A curse of close proximity, you can hear Peter's slow gulp when he realises what's happening, smiling a little when you feel him shift ever so slightly in his seat. 

"It's just sex," You state, almost a whisper, the tinges of humour in your voice. You don't look at him, keeping your attention squarely on the events unfolding on screen.

"I know," He says, but his voice comes out a little higher than he had anticipated, and so he gives a quick cough before repeating it. "I know."

You tilt your head up to him, bridge of your nose against his shoulder so he has to look you right in the eye. There's an infinitely long pause as you watch each other. "Do you?"

You widen your eyes in question, bat your eyelashes and he thinks you must be doing this on purpose, that you must know what it does to him to have you this close, looking at him like that, and that you must revel in the cruelty of this teasing. He tries to swallow again, but his throat is dry. "Yeah."

"Okay," You accept, smiling a triumphantly cruel smile before turning back to your original position. 

Peter's unsure why he doesn't leave it there and let the interaction be forgotten. But now he's flustered, and the main character of this movie is still very much having sex on screen a few feet away and so, not really thinking it through, he says, "What about- Do you have... A lot of sex?"

He regrets it immediately, but the words have left his mouth and you just let them hang there, sitting up straight to look at him with a grin. The grin makes him feel worse. "Do I have a lot of sex?"

His face is redder than he can blame on the heat. "I didn't mean- I just-"

"Why do you wanna know?" You interrupt, almost laughing now, thoroughly enjoying his flustered state. "Not gettin' any lately? Need to corroborate your data?"

"I- Well- You know- I've never really... gotten any." Why did he say that.

"What?" You ask, smile falling as your mouth hangs in a slight gape. 

Peter's even more flustered now. "W- But why would you assume- I never told you-"

"I just thought you didn't want to tell me because I'm a girl and you felt weird about it or something stupid," You interrupt, rambling now. "I never even considered that you- But you're like the perfect guy!"

He knows that you didn't mean it like that, but the words still tug at his chest. "I am?"

"Yeah!" You exclaim, exasperated and gesturing wildly, like you can't believe this isn't a fact he already knows. "You're the kindest, most selfless person I have ever met. You're ridiculous smart and funny and good at everything you do and surprisingly muscular so. Yeah, Parker, you're a freakin' catch."

Peter's still blushing furiously, smiles to himself as you fold your arms over your chest and turn back to the TV, almost annoyed. 

You sigh deeply. "And I'm sorry for assuming," You start, face turning back to his. "If I had known I would have offered to... you know."

Peter's breath is caught in his throat, and part of him is unsure if he had heard you right. But you're giving him that look again, the one that makes his heart stop, and he thinks he might combust in that instant if not for the sound of your doorbell. 

You draw your eyes away from him and towards the door, smiling all wide and innocent when you look back. "Just teasing, Petey," You laugh, tussling his hair as you get up.

Peter Parker thanks God for the pizza delivery guy, because he has never been so hard in his life.

He gulps, lets his chest heave a little with how fast he's breathing and he thinks he hears his heartbeat rushing in her ears. He hears you say thank you to the delivery guy, suddenly remembers his situation and moves to cover his lap with the blanket beside him. 

You come back with a pizza box and two beers from your fridge, hand him one like the conversation you had been having 30 seconds ago had never happened. You eat in a mixture of silence and intermittent commentary, your attention on the movie that had somehow moved from sex to an explosion and a gunfight in a matter of minutes.

But Peter can't pay attention to the movie. No, because he's sitting right next to you so hard it aches, and even shoving pizza into your mouth your the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he can't decide whether your offer was really just teasing or if there was even the tiniest chance you could feel the same way and-

No, because you're you and you're perfect and therefore miles out of his league, and it was stupid to have gotten his hopes up earlier. You're you, you're his best friend and he accepted a very, very long time ago that the feeling that constantly sat heavy in his chest was exclusively one-sided.

By the end of the movie you've shifted to lying down, legs bent over Peter's lap as you watch the credits start to roll. His hand sits steadfast on your ankle, gentle as his thumb rubs slowly back and forth. 

"Pass me the remote," You ask, reaching out one hand to him before realising that he's staring into space. "Pete." Once again ignored, you reach over to your discarded plate on the coffee table and grab a quickly staling pizza crust. You throw it at him, and it hits him right in the temple.

"Ow?" He says, finally looking at you, hand moving up to wipe a little sauce off the side of his face.

"What's been going on with you tonight?" You ask, sitting up now, his hand still on your ankle anchoring your legs in his lap. Your faces are only inches apart in this position, and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. "You've been zoning out ever since you got here."

"Nothing," He starts, shaking his head and giving your ankle a reassuring squeeze. "It's nothing, I'm just tired."

You hold his gaze for a moment, trying your best to read the features you had spent years memorizing. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Peter looks almost sad when you say it. "I know."

"Because you've been doing your own thing and acting super weird for months now and it's totally fine that you don't want to tell me about it but-" You cut yourself off with a sigh. "Sometimes it's just nice to know what you're thinking."

It's Peter's turn to sigh because his own little crisis in the corner has been all well and good, except he's never even considered how it may come off to you, like he's been quiet and distant and, more often than not, blatantly lying to you at every available chance. "Did you mean it?"

You furrow your eyebrows at him, confusion laced in your expression. "Did I mean what?"

He looks down, suddenly unable to look you in the eye. This was it. "Earlier, when I told you that I've never... had sex, you said that if you had known-"

Peter's interrupted by your relieved laugh and a light hit to his shoulder. "Is that what this has all been about? It- It was just a stupid joke, Pete."

"Was it though?" He asks, and he registers this moment, right here, with you, as the moment. "Just a joke?"

Your face falls to match his, and you have to swallow before you speak next. "Did you want me to mean it?" You ask, almost whisper quiet.

A pause, silence as you watch him. "And if I did-"

He doesn't get to finish that thought, because before he knows it your mouth is on his, hot and sweet and desperate, and it feels exactly like he always knew it would. You taste like beer and cheese and strawberry gum when he kisses you back.

You pull your legs away, and he's almost sorry to lose the contact if it weren't for you sliding into his lap the next second, knocking off the blanket, straddling him and pressing down right where he needs you the most.

He lets out a strangled moan at the motion, and it makes you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands find your hips. 

"Offer still stands," You say, both of you out of breath now, and Peter looks at you like you've got the entire universe in your eyes. 

"Right now?" He asks, like he wants you to pinch him and tell him this isn't all a dream.

"Doesn't have to be." You're still catching your breath when you run a hand through his hair, and Peter has to close his eyes as the sensation. "But I'm here if you want me."

"Only you," He starts, hand at your cheek now, his thumb tracing along the curve of your bottom lip. "You're the only person I've ever wanted."

You nod, let his words fuel the ache in your chest and in your core. "Okay then."

"Okay."

"Okay," You repeat, smiling now, and it's slower when you kiss him this time. You press your whole body into his like you're trying to fuse together, like you're trying to never let go and, God. This is not how Peter thought tonight would unfold.  "Come on."

You settle him on the side of your bed when you get to your room, let him watch you as you pull your singlet over your head and untie your pyjama pants so they fall loose around your hips. You're almost bare in front of him, and Peter wastes no time before he's reaching out to you, hands on your waist bringing you back into his lap. You feel the pressure from beneath you as you lower yourself down.

You encourage him up the bed before he's moved you both to the headboard, his back against the wood, and now he's kissing you like it's breathing, hands everywhere as he attempts to commit your entire body to memory by touch alone.

His shirt's gone before he can even register it, your hands warm along his front, trailing down to the top button of his jeans. You remember the first time you had seen him like this, not so long ago, the smooth muscle that spread across his stomach and his chest and his arms, how you had tried not to stare when the sight stopped you in your tracks. 

"Like this?" He asks, but he's not really prepared for the answer when you work down his fly and you're touching him where nobody's ever touched him before, where he's only dreamed of you touching him. The reaction it draws out of him is guttural, makes him tilt his head back against the bed frame and you only see it as an opportunity to kiss a line up the side of his neck.

"Like this," You confirm, keep on stroking him slow and long until he's putty in your fingertips and under your body. "Just let me take care of you, yeah? Want you to feel good."

"Feels good," He mumbles, making you smile when his mouth finds yours again. 

"Bedside drawer," You say simply, and Peter needs no further explanation before he turns in search of the small foil packet. You remove your hand, the loss of contact making him ache as you move to shuffle out of your panties.

When he turns back you're unhooking your bra with one swift motion, and he lets his eyes linger for a moment before he's looking up at you. "You're perfect."

You smile, lean down to kiss him soft and slow. "So are you."

He rolls on the condom carefully, and when he's done your hand replaces his once again, and he can feel the wet heat of you as you line him up with your entrance. Your other hand in his hair tilts his face up to yours, kissing him hard as you sink down onto him. 

Mouths open, you moan into each other as you take him, slowly, inch by inch all the way inside of you. "Feels really fuckin' good." Velvet hot walls fully surrounding him, Peter wonders how people just do this, how other guys just last when this is what they're feeling because good God, he thinks he might cum as soon as you start moving. 

With a small circle of your hips, you're moving slowly up and settling back down again, up and down, up and down again deliciously slowly until he's panting.

But then you ask him if it's okay, and the look in his eyes when he nods makes you clench around him, a sensation alone that has him buring his face into your neck.

"Holy shit." His hands tighten at your hips, tugging at you, telling you it's okay to go faster and you happily oblige.

It doesn't take long for you to find the rhythm that you crave, thrusts starting to come up to meet your movements, each stroke of him against that perfect spot making you grip the headboard just that little bit tighter. "Peter." And the way you say his name, that breathy moan that spills from your lips, the knowledge that he's the reason for it, pushes him right to the precipice.

"Don't know how much longer I can-"

"It's okay," You interrupt, reassuring, forehead against his before you kiss him. "It's okay, want you to cum for me. Feels so good inside me baby, want you to cum."

And that's all he needs to be pushed over the edge, blood rushing in his ears as he moans into your shoulder, nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

He's still for a long moment, breathing heavy against you, and when he moves next he's nudging his nose against your jaw and leaning up to kiss you. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," You whisper, smile into the kiss and you don't mean to laugh, but all of a sudden you're rethinking the entire lifetime of your friendship and you can't help yourself. 

"Do you laugh at all the guys you sleep with after they finish?"

Peter's grinning at you now, and you find yourself laughing harder, dipping your head down beside his, the vibrations travelling through your body into his. You bite your lip when you look back at him, an attempt to tame your smile. "You have no idea how many times I've had to convince myself that you didn't think about me like that... like this." 

Peter looks astonished, mouth agape as he watches you, tries to fathom how he could have gotten everything so wrong for so long. "You're telling me we could have been doing this the whole time?"

And then you're both laughing, shaking your head as you move to kiss him once again. "Better make the best of lost time, then, huh?"

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Heartsease

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: Steven provides you solace in a world full of chaos.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst again, don’t be fooled by the first half of this piece, it’s ANGST.

A/N: Okay so I have some knowledge on DID because I’ve been reading up about it for years now and have been closely following a youtuber diagnosed with it. But I did read more about it while writing this but am still not so sure on the accuracy so if by any chance you have DID or know someone who has, please let me know if this is, in any way, offensive or just plain wrong and I’ll take this down. Would appreciate some feedback too!!! 💕

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Heartsease - n. peace of mind, tranquility

Peace and quiet rarely came after having been beside Marc for a long time. It wasn’t easy being on the run for years— in search of another relic cursed by another Egyptian deity or running after deranged men obsessed with world domination, fighting for your life and Marc’s altogether or protecting Steven.

You were so used to the chaos that a little rest felt so foreign. Ironically, it was the peace that kept you awake on a beautiful night in Cairo.

Hopping out of the bed, you grabbed your jacket and headed to the rooftop of the apartment building you were staying at. It was off limits for safety reasons, given that the building was quite old. But it also had the best view of the city.

Pushing the rusty door open, you stepped out and inhaled the air. The door automatically slammed shut behind you, creating a loud banging sound that elicited a soft squeak from someone who had beat you to the rooftop.

“Oh god, you scared me.”

It was Steven, wearing the same khaki jacket that Marc had worn earlier. Despite sharing the same body, it was astonishing how small he looked with it as opposed to Marc.

Seeing him instantly put a smile on your face, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to give you a heart attack.” You chuckled and approached him.

Steven let out a sigh, his hand still clutching his heart. “You keep that up and I’ll die from mere shock and not from some sort of heroic act, yeah?”

You laughed, standing next to him by the ledge of the building, “Well, you shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

Steven snorted as he eyed you, “Quite the audacity to tell me that, don’t you think?”

You laughed again, “We shouldn’t be here in the first place.” You corrected yourself, “Happy now, Steven?” You asked with a smile.

Steven playfully rolled his eyes before nodding, a small smile stretching at his lips, “Very much so.” He responded before looking out at the view.

You kept your gaze on him and watched him release another contented sigh, “Feels odd, doesn’it?” He asked, glancing at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What is?”

“To rest like this. Can’t believe we actually get to take a breather after everything that’s happened.” He explained and much to your surprise, he felt the same way you did.

“Do you miss it?” You asked, “Your life before you knew of Marc?”

Steven chuckled, “I’d be lying if I said no, that bugger turned my life into shambles!” He quipped, making you laugh yet again.

“I do miss it, especially when I have a knife stuck on my side.” He jested.

“Given the chance, would you like to go back to that time in your life?” You wondered.

Steven turned to you with a genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, “If I did then I wouldn’t have met you.”

You could feel your face heat up at his response but quickly composed yourself by looking away from him, “I’m a pain in your ass though.”

“Perhaps Marc’s pain in the ass, mine though? Not so much except for when you refuse to study your hieroglyphics.” He reminded you.

You grunted, “I’m not as smart as you, Steven. That shit is like…it’s like math to me. And I suck at math!”

Steven made a face, “Math is bloody easy! It’s just numbers mixed with the alphabet at times!” He defended.

You scoffed, “Okay, Steven. But fighting is just as easy. It’s just punching mixed with some kicking and weapons at times!” You rebutted, trying to tease him while also trying to prove a point.

Steven scrutinized you with amusement, nodding his head in understanding, “Alright, I see your point. Touché.” He said.

“It’s French.” He added cheekily.

“Oui oui.” You replied, never getting tired of riding along Steven’s usual humor.

After the witty exchanges came the silence of the night. You looked ahead of you for the first time, taking in the lovely view.

“What’s it like to share a body with Marc?” You curiously asked.

Steven hummed, “Like I said, utter chaos.” He emphasized with wide eyes, “But lately it’s been quite…alright.” He said.

You noticed the expression on Steven’s face, it was as if he was trying to figure out something, trying to understand.

“I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve gotten accustomed to this life or if Marc and I have figured out how our system works, but it feels lighter. I can’t seem to put a finger on how I feel, it’s just…it’s been really peaceful.” He explained with what seemed to be a sense of wonder.

And then Steven turned to you again, “I think it’s you.” He said.

“You make us feel safe whenever you’re around, you make me feel safe. Even when I’m back there, I can feel it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I think it’s you and Marc. You’ve gotten along for the past few months, I think that’s a huge factor.” You said.

Steven hummed before nodding, albeit hesitantly, “Could be, yeah. Maybe.” He said.

“How does it feel to be with us?” He returned the question.

You beamed at Steven, “It’s a whole-ass ride, that’s what I’ll tell ya.” You teased him before staring out at the view.

It looked even more amazing at night, the city of Cairo where history meets modernity. Beyond the colorful lights of the buildings and skyscrapers were the silhouettes of pyramids.

Opposites but on the same plane, pretty much like Marc and Steven.

One tougher and fearless, the other meek and unafraid of emotions.

“You and Marc? The perfect friend.” You remarked, maybe even more.

Steven shook his head while chuckling softly, “You are a menace.” He said.

“Couldn’t ask for more from a friend.” You playfully said.

You and Steven stayed on the rooftop for a couple more minutes, talking about constellations and anything, everything under the moon.

It wasn’t until you yawned that Steven called it a night and walked with you back to the apartment. Before retreating into your room, you called Steven and gave him a smile.

“Bonne nuit.” You said.

“It’s French.” You and Steve said in unison before bursting into laughter.

“Sweet dreams, love.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Steven.”

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You were almost done packing your clothes when you had a strange feeling envelope you all of a sudden. It was like an urge, an epiphany of some sort.

Your heart felt so full it was almost about to explode. The entire night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Steven and how he almost always knew how to make you laugh and…happy.

A silly smile formed on your lips as you continued to pack, getting even more sure of how you felt for Steven with each passing second.

As if on cue, there was a soft knock on your doorway before Marc waltzed in. His shoulders were sulking and his expression was just void of any emotion.

“Marc?” You called out, your forehead creasing as you stood up.

Marc kept on shaking his head, his brows furrowed in confusion, “I can’t…I couldn’t feel him.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

When Marc lifted his gaze to meet yours, all you saw was emptiness and pity. That look alone sent shivers down your spine and made your heartbeat accelerate.

“I couldn’t feel Steven. It’s like…he’s gone.”

How such a simple statement could make you feel immense physical pain was shocking. It’s like being stabbed in the heart over and over again, it felt like choking— like drowning and slowly losing your breath.

Your chest constricted and you felt lightheaded all at once, “What— I don’t understand. It’s…Marc, that’s impossible.” You said.

“You said so yourself, you can’t just get rid of Steven. He can’t be gone.” You repeated, voice shaky.

Marc leaned against the doorway, as if he too felt weak to stand on his own two feet, “I can’t find him anywhere. I tried, I’ve been trying but he’s not responding. He’s not fronting, he’s not back there.”

You shook your head in denial as you held back on your tears, “Fuck off, Marc. It’s not funny. Bring Steven back. We just talked last night. He can’t be gone. He can’t disappear just like that!”

“He can.” Marc explained.

You turned to him with a frown, “You said it doesn’t work that way, Marc.” You pressed.

“Didn’t you say that, that personalities— alters can fuse together. Maybe that’s what happened, maybe you and Steve…” you started blabbering as you paced back and forth in your room.

Frustration. Regret. Heartbreak. All kinds of negative emotions were there and it was slowly becoming difficult to stay in denial.

Marc shook his head again, looking at you with agony in his eyes, “They can go dormant and sometimes it takes them years to do so.”

“Bring him back, Marc.” You demanded.

“I already told you, I can’t.” He said, straightening up.

He was obviously getting pissed at you, but how else were you supposed to take this news?

“I can’t control my mind.” Marc explained.

You glared at him before charging towards him, pushing him by the chest, “What did you tell, Steven?”

Marc grunted, “Wha— do you really think I would do something to get rid of him? Just like that?” He asked in disbelief.

You shrugged, “You’re the host. Maybe you did something that pissed Steven off, maybe you hurt his feelings and made him not want to front anymore.” You were accused.

Marc bitterly chuckled, “You’re the last person to talk to him. What did you tell him, huh?”

What did you not tell him should be the question that Marc asked. Because it shouldn’t have taken you this long to realize that Steven was special to you, he held a piece of your heart dearly.

You were so angry, not at Marc but at yourself because you could have said something, should’ve told him how you felt. Now Steven was gone and neither you nor Marc knew what to do to bring him back, when he’ll come back or if he’ll still be back.

“We just talked, Marc.” You said.

Marc grabbed your arm, “What did you talk about?” He asked through gritted teeth.

You pushed him away, “Don’t turn the tables on me, Marc. We both know that I’m not the one you should be doubting.”

“What did you tell him?” Marc repeated.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Marc.” You snickered before turning your back to him.

Marc cussed and grabbed you by the arm again, harshly turning you around to face him.

“He’d only disappear if triggered by something or if I’m getting better and I highly doubt that it’s the latter because—“

“I fucking wish I had told him something!” You exploded, the tears welling in your eyes finally escaping.

You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand, “If I had known Steven would be gone today I would’ve said that I love him.”

Marc’s eyes widened, “What?”

You laughed sarcastically, “I know, me? In love with Steven Grant from the gift shop? Who would’ve thought, right? But I am in love with Steven and I wish I told him.” You admitted.

“I wish he knew that he’s worthy of love, that someone actually enjoys his company despite him bursting out random facts about Egyptian gods that looked like a fucking pigeon or whatever. I wish I told him that I would love to go on a date with him and have the best steak in town even though he’d only have a salad because he’s a fucking idiot.”

You ran your fingers through your hair and took in a deep breath as your lips quivered, “Maybe if I had told him he wouldn’t just…leave.” You teared up again.

Turning your back to Marc again, you tried to compose yourself but to no avail. What were you supposed to do now? Pretend that Steven never existed? Grieve for him?

Steven and Marc may have been sharing one body, but they were two completely different people that not even physically seeing Marc would help you alleviate the pain of his loss.

There was not a trace of Steven in Marc. All that you could hold onto are memories of him.

“Even if you did tell him, he’d still be gone.” Marc spoke up but his voice was softer now, gentler.

He carefully approached you, “He knows.” He said.

“Steven knows you love him.” Marc said and the way he said it like he was so sure of it was confusing.

“Because that’s all Steven wanted, to be able to connect with someone without pushing them away. He came from a place of trauma— my trauma.” Marc explained, looking down at his shoes.

Marc said that losing someone like Steve could be a sign of healing, that perhaps Steven got what he has been looking for and that it was enough for him to be at peace and go dormant.

You wondered, would it be selfish to hope for Steven to come back despite knowing that it was Marc’s trauma caused by his tragic past that kept him existing?

Marc let out a sigh as he looked at you, “You love Steven and he felt it and maybe it was enough, you were enough to heal what had been broken.”

“That’s unfair.” You managed to let out a mirthless chuckle.

Marc forced a smile, “He won’t be gone forever, that’s for sure.”

Although Marc tried to help you cope with a sudden loss, it was hard to fully understand what happened.

In all of the noise and chaos you’ve been going through over and over again, it was Steven that brought you peace.

And now your peace is gone because he found his in you.

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨

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─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity and slightly suggestive

─꒱ notes ; plz this is too much, for crack rzns toji is alive and well. this is basically the shit that would happen if i was an in law of the fushiguro family but i decided to make it into an x fem!reader instead. ALSO THANKS TO THE ANON FOR GIVING SUCH A TITLE ! should i make this a series ?? 👀

─꒱ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode two

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꒰꒰ before getting married to megumi, you had to go through two people in his life; the real father and the fake excuse of a father.

꒰꒰ of course the latter was easier to handle with compared to the real father, who in fact dotes on you lots after he had witnessed you shoulder throw the nearest bitch who tried to touch you when you were out shopping.

꒰꒰ you and tsumiki are obviously very close after taking the surname fushiguro, taking turns cooking or even cooking together meals for the family. though, toji shortly enters the kitchen and starts eating the food midway.

꒰꒰ there are times when you and tsumiki are out, the men of the family would buy take out because they're too lazy to cook for themselves. you and tsumiki scold them when you get home and tell them they don't get food.

꒰꒰ then there are other times when toji and megumi would just be fighting for,,, whatever reason.

꒰꒰ that usually ends up with tsumiki throwing spatulas and a bunch of other kitchen utensils.

꒰꒰ though there was a time that she had somehow took the knife you were using to cut pork and threw it at them when megumi and toji were arguing in the kitchen.

the sound of a knife is flung in between the father-son duo, it's sharp end digging deep within the wall as the blood from the pork you were cutting it with drips down the grey paint. toji and megumi halt their aggressive words, eyes wide open as they stare at each other before looking at the knife just half a foot between their faces.

"sorry! i didn't mean to throw the knife!" tsumiki quickly moves her feet towards her father and brother to check if they were alright. the two males took a closer look at the night, she even killed a fly in the process.

you stood in your spot to stare at the sight before you. "gumi," you call out to your husband who turns to look back at you. "yeah?"

"your sister scares me."

꒰꒰ the other times to when they argued, toji would bring out his worm and megumi would summon his shikigami

you return home with tsumiki after buying groceries to hear a loud 'demon dog; totality!' from inside the house, and then in less than five seconds the white door which was installed two weeks ago is broken to bits when you witness your father get thrown out by your husband's shikigamis. you and tsumiki stop to watch as toji brings out the worm from his mouth, a pissed megumi walking out from the broken door and yelling curses at your father.

"who's turn is it to pay for the door?" you ask, blinking your lashes as you hear tsumiki sigh. "i'm pretty sure it's tou-chan's turn to pay."

꒰꒰ a lot of things break in the house often.

꒰꒰ in return, they pay for it and do the chores. though tsumiki threatened them.

꒰꒰ somehow you question why toji and megumi would be afraid if tsumiki were ever to get mad, then you're reminded about the time she threw a knife with accuracy to stop them from fighting.

꒰꒰ sometimes it's just hard to spend quality time with your husband at home when toji is around because he will purposely find ways to annoy megumi.

꒰꒰ you have gotten used to waking up two in the morning to get a midnight snack in the kitchen and witness toji come home in blood.

꒰꒰ that saying, you have also gotten used waking up two in the morning for a cup of water to witness both toji and megumi cooperating to tie up some person who tried to assassinate either or.

"burglar or assassin?" you nonchalantly ask after walking downstairs and pouring a cup of water for yourself. you hear megumi say, "came for the old man."

"i see," after finishing your drink you place the cup in the sink to wash tomorrow morning, glancing once more back to the two fushiguros that stood in front of a cursed user tied up on the floor as one or tojj's weapons were at their neck. you nod, waving your hand. "goodnight."

"i'll be in bed soon, bunny." megumi announces as he tightens the rope around the hands of the intruder, you flash a smile their way, waving your hand and making your way up the stairs. "alright, night tou-chan."

"yeah, sleep well, y/n." you grin at yourself when toji bid you night, though at the same time the said man had to stuff a cloth in the intruders mouth when megumi was instructed to stab the hand when he screamed, continuing on with their interrogation before disposal.

꒰꒰ you and tsumiki one way or another can always drag both toji and megumi out to go shopping, using them as your personal bag carriers.

꒰꒰ when you're lucky toji pays for it all. he actually loves spoiling his daughters but he would never say that.

꒰꒰ toji is constantly asking you and megumi when you'll have kids, saying that it would be good money if they got the cursed technique. it always angers megumi when he says it that, but you know that's just toji's way of showing that he wants grandchildren.

꒰꒰ on that topic when you're left in the house with toji, he'd casually ask you if megumi is fucking you hard enough and why you're not pregnant yet.

꒰꒰ you spit your water at his face that time.

꒰꒰ other times toji would invite you to a horse stadium and watch horse racing with him. but this one time you saw a t-rex costume race on the tv and quickly called toji over

"i bet five thousand yen on t-rex twelve." you point to the tv where they were broadcasting about fifteen people having a race in a t-rex costume in a horse racing stadium. toji looks plainfully at you, "you're disowned as daughter in law."

but you'd still see the small smile on his face as you hear laughing and snickering from tsumiki and megumi in the back.

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Hey it’s the same comfort anon! I really loved what did with the prompt!

If you don’t mind I have another rq 👉👈

RQ: You help them out during an embarrassing situation.

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Comfort Anon! My first requester! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’m glad you think I did it justice!

I absolutely do not mind that you have another request!

I think I’m going to keep all of them in the same post this time around.

Set platonically and within the group since there wasn’t any specification.

You know the drill! Scenario under the cut!

Twilight

“Wolfie...” You try to fight the grin on your face and fail. “What are you doing?”

Said wolf pauses and stares at you thus beginning an impromptu staring contest.

You had been walking away from the camp to relieve yourself when you spotted familiar looking fur running around. It had sparked your interest so you ventured closer as quietly as you could.

When you reach your furry friend, you feel your face split into a large grin.

Wolfie was running in circles and rolling around the dirt trying to catch his tail.

It naturally amuses you greatly and you decided to watch for a little moment longer before Wolfie had actually managed to catch his tail and had begun chewing on it with fervor.

Realistically, you knew it probably itched and the poor thing was just trying to scratch it in the best way he could.

But it was still so adorably cute!

You ask your question, breaking the moment and try to hide your amusement for the sake of the creatures pride.

You can see the moment when Wolfie sees you. His whole body goes still and he stops chewing himself completely. Wolfie slowly lets his tail out of his mouth, making a small thump against the ground, while never breaking eye contact and waits.

You’re not sure for what but the way he’s staring at you makes you think you weren’t supposed to see what you saw. He looks the equivalent of getting your hand caught in the cookie jar and is trying to see how much trouble he’s going to get in.

It’s makes the whole thing infinitely funnier.

Your giggles escape and the animal begins to lower his head to the ground, ears back and flattened.

You’d dare say he looks embarrassed.

It softens your heart to see Wolfie in such a state so you try to rein in one final snort, fail, and begin to leave. “I’ll... leave you to it, Wolfie. I gotta pee. Have fun with what you’re over there.”

With your back turned, Wolfie gives out a pitiful whine that leaves you snickering until you find a more private spot.

Apparently, this one’s taken. 

Wild

“Wild...” You say, looking upward until your neck hurts. “How do you manage these things? I swear it’s only you who gets into this kind of stuff.”

“I just want to make eggs for breakfast!” He cries in defense. “I’m sorry for trying to do something nice for all of you!”

“Oh no, I get that. It’s this that worries me.” You sigh and try to get step back and assess the situation. Looking up is a little easier with and you’re able to see a better plan of action.

In theory anyway.

Wild, as mentioned, was about to make breakfast and had thus spotted eggs in  a nearby tree. Naturally he wanted to go collect them and feed his friends but there’s one thing he didn’t account on. The mother returned.

That being said, he freaked out enough that he dropped the sheikah slate, nearly fell out of the tree and in the ruckus had also scared away the mother.

He kept the eggs though.

However, when the word nearly is mentioned it’s meant to bring point that he didn’t actually fall out of tree. ...But he still might.

Why?

Because the only reason he didn’t hit the ground head first is because his foot got caught in one of the branches.

So he’s hanging upside down by his ankle and can’t access his tools to even attempt to get out.

This is where you, dear reader, come in.

Wild was actually far enough away and covered by enough foliage that the others haven’t noticed him in this precarious situation. You though, were heading to the creak nearby to wash your face and begin your morning routine.

Wild then yelled just loud enough to catch your attention and had asked for your assistance.

“Are you sure I can’t just get Twilight? Or Time?” You ask him. “I’m sure that one of them can just shake the tree and you’ll be free.”

“NO! Do not! Just-!” He flails around a bit, the branch creaking in protest but doesn’t  budge from the spot. “I get into a lot of stuff but neither of them will ever let me live this down.”

“What about Warrior then? Or Legend? He might have a tool of something to get you out-”

“No one else can know! Why can’t you just help me?” Wild begs.

“I have to say I’m little over my head here.” You admit. “Or rather, you’re a little over my head.”

“Very funny.”

“I think I have an idea but you have to catch yourself.” You grin and begin to move away.

“Just make it quick. All the blood is flowing to my head.”

You jog back to camp and take out your sword. A few more familiar faces are awake now and waiting for their food. 

“Hey,” Wind greets you with a tired smile and a yawn. “Where’s Wild?”

“He’s a little hung up at the moment.” You smile. “I just gotta go help him for a second and he’ll be back.”

Wind takes the answer for what it is, too tired to read too much into it and nods.

You sprint back and grin wildly. “Try to stay out of my way ok?”

“You couldn’t think of any other solution?” Wild nearly whines.

“This is the quickest way. You said make it quick.” You take a breath and run forward. With your momentum to run what you can up the tree and jump. With the added height to turn to where Wild is and swing in his foot’s direction.

With speed and accuracy on your part, you slice the branch that’s been holding him back and the two of you fall to the ground.

Wild dips into a roll and somehow manages to expertly swipe the slate off of the ground as he passes it. You do a similar motion but angle yourself to not come into contact with your blade.

Together you spot each other and grin, small laughs exiting your mouths as you get up.

“Thanks for that.” Wild pats himself off and turns on his heel. “I gotta get breakfast started but I’ll come get you when it’s done, ok?”

You nod and begin to head toward the creek once more, willing to play as if this never happened.

You decide on the way to not tell Wild that the branch is still stuck on his boot though. 

Time

Everyone was in Wild’s house for the day, chilling while they could, since there was little to no activity.

Time had actually retired momentarily to take a nap on Wild’s bed for the afternoon.

It was quiet.

Because the group was afraid to wake up the grumpiest member of the group.

So naturally you wanted to take advantage of the peace and brought your book and sat on the stairs while the boys took over the table and floor.

After a hot minute, you looked up to see that half of the group was gone, haven’t left to do something more chaotic and grinned to yourself.

Behind you the wood of the house creaked under applied pressure. You turned around to look at the cause and saw that Time had woken up from his nap. His eyes were closed and he was mid-yawn as he traveled down the stairs.

You got up from your spot and traveled a few steps to let him pass, but that didn’t happen.

Time hadn’t opened his eye yet and had mis-stepped.

His mistake cost him his pride as he fell down the stairs all the way down to the floor.

“Don’t break a hip old man!” Warrior called out in a laughing voice.

You threw your book onto the table and went to help Time up. “Are you ok?”

“Ow.” He deadpanned and grabbed the railing for good measure. “On top of that, I think I left my shoes up by the bed.”

“I’ll get them” You squeaked around him and dashed up the stairs. In your enthusiasm you over stepped one of the steps and fell up the stairs.

You paused in shame and shock while Warrior lost his battle and started laughing hysterically.

Swallowing the last of your dignity, you dash up the remaining steps and help your friend.

You came back down with an attempt to hold your head up high and held out Time’s shoes out to him. “I think these are yours.”

There was a small smile on his tired face. “Thank you. Are you ok?”

“Yes.” You nod. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. No one saw anything.”

Time snorted and took them from you. “Of course.”

Warrior

It’s was absolutely pouring.

Everyone was wet and there was no shelter in sight. It was dark and loud and everyone still had to continue forward.

No one was happy and everyone was silently fuming at the unideal circumstances.

You were walking next to Warrior, not making eye contact with anyone and you had to stop from commenting that he looked like a drowned rat.

His scarf has no doubt doubled in weight with all the water its absorbed and Warrior kept having to adjust it. It was sagging off of his shoulders and he kept having to adjust it or else it risked falling into the muddied ground.

As time passed Warrior had to continually fix it, and adjust it and he was growing exponentially frustrated with the prospect and was getting fed up with it.

You watched in growing amusement and restrained from offering your help because you were certain that he would snap at you.

In one final moment of baled up frustrations, he threw the scarf in one more lap around his neck and... well... he overjudged the strength needed and it swung all the way around just to smack him right back in his face.

Oh but it didn’t end there.

In his moment of blindness, he mis-stepped and tripped.

He hit the ground on his knees first but kept going, twisting to his side, just missing slamming his face into the mud as well.

You just stop in your tracks and tried your hardest to not laugh.

With hesitant steps, you walked over to Warrior who slowly started to get up.

His entire side was just brown. And Warrior... didn’t bother with showing the emotion on his face.

Just a neutral face of displeasure.

You quickly, helped him to his feet and and began cupping your hands to throw the collected rain water onto him and wipe off the mud.

It’s not helping.

“Not. One. Word.” Warrior takes a deep breath and begins to help you clean himself off.

“Yes, Captain.” You grin and take his hand. “You want me to take the blame? Say I pushed you down or something.”

“It’s fine.” Warrior bites the words as he says them. 

You pass a creek.

With the idea in your head, you shove Warrior hard and he goes right into the water like you wanted him to.

“Excuse me!” He screeches as his head bobs above the water.

The mud is washed off as least.

“You’re clean again! No one will know!”

Warrior is not amused.

You grin. “It’s not like you got any wetter.”

“...Why are you like this?”

“I’ll take my thanks in monetary compensation.”

Hyrule

“Hyrule.” You gasp. “Oh no. Oh boy. Don’t go back yet. Hold on. Don’t leave. Stay here.”

He pauses and does what you say, although confusedly. “Ok? Why?” 

“There’s a rip in your pants. Huge. I can see your whole-” 

“WHAT?” Hyrule grips the fabric and finally catches wind of the tear. It’s long and goes down the side of his leg but it’s... pretty revealing.

“I’ve got some sewing stuff in my pack.” You say dropping your equipment and dashing as quickly as you could. “I can sew it up. No one will know the difference.”

“...I can never show my face again.”

You roll your eyes and make the quick trip. There’s a small part in the reptilian part of your brain that calls to make it a quick mission. Stealth, silence and shadows are your friends and you make it back to camp, grab your supplies and make a break for it without tripping anyone else’s hand.

When you return to Hyrule, he’s sat down a nearby rock and inspecting what he can of the rip.

“I have no idea how you managed this,” you say when you get close to him again. “But I’ve managed to get there and back with no one knowing. I will, however, need you to take off your pants.”

Hyrule flushes bright red instantly.

“...Do I have to?”

“Unless you’re ok with my face being right next to your-”

“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” Hyrule gulps and strips.

“I’m glad you agreed because I, for one, was not ok with that.” You hold your hand out and take the pants from him. “At least your tunic is long.”

“This is humiliating.” Hyrule mutters and sit down on the ground instead of the rock and hugs his legs close.

“Why on earth do you think I stopped you? Someone had to save you from the the ridicule of the others. Like don’t get me wrong, we all like you but there’s no survivors, no mercy, and no alliances when it comes to roasts.” You sat down in front of him and began to sew up the tear. “Any idea how this happened?”

“I think it got caught on a bush?” He rests his head on his knees and avoids eye contact. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“A bush?” You put it down and and stare at him. “A bush?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Hyrule if your clothes are weak enough to rip this badly on a bush then we need to get you knew clothes.” You finish and return to your task of fixing his pants. “We can get Legend and Wild and figure something out. Wild has enough clothes to spare and Legend knows good quality when he sees it. I’ll pay for your new clothes next town we invade, ok?”

“I can’t believe this happened.” He says instead.

“Give me ten minutes and you can at least put your pants back on.”

Legend

They were having a race.

The boys were so bored that they were having a race.

It was between Legend, Wild, Wind, Hyrule and Twilight.

Sky refused to run, Time was content with just watching and Warrior had a bet going so he had money on who the winner would be.

You were the judge and had placed yourself at the end of the strip with a small cloth for a flag and got in position. It was anything goes. Items, sabotage, dirty plays- anything.

Twilight was actually competing on Epona.

“Ready?” You call with a grin. “Get set! GO!”

You hear them take off but there’s a blast of wind next to you.

It’s so close to you that it takes you by surprise so you scream in shock but it ends in a thunk against the tree behind you.

There’s a groan and you turn to see the winner.

Twilight is next and he stops before he could run you over. “Are you kidding me? What the heck did he do? How did he do that?”

Legend is sitting in front of the tree and rubbing his head.

He wins at least.

The others make it within the next minute and they groan and whine but they leave without looking at the winner.

You grin and skip over to him, placing your hand on his shoulder when you get there. “Congrats, Mr. Hero. It looks like you were the- oh my god.”

You kneel next to him and tilts his face towards yours.

He’s bleeding from the face, a cut on his eye and a bloody nose.

“Hey, so you see this tree here?” He spits and it’s more blood.

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t.” He hisses and goes to wipe with his sleeve but you stop him.

“Oh boy. Hold on.” You gently take the cloth flag that you have and wipe his face, getting him to pinch his nose as you wipe his cut.

It’s thankfully not deep and not bleeding profusely. With a little inspiration, you take out your bag, your magically enchanted pocket and pull out a potion.

Legend is quick to refuse but you shake your head and splash a little on his face. The magic hits the cuts and is absorbed in his skin.

“Hey!” He splutters.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to explain to Warrior why your face is bleeding?” You smirk and begin cleaning the rest of the blood of him.

Legend pouts and looks away, letting you work.

“I guess not.”

“I thought so.”

Sky

“Oh... that is... not ideal...” You hear Sky say.

With your interest piqued, you turned your head to look at him and what was bothering him.

“Sky, what did you do?”

It... was interesting. Somehow Sky had managed to get his whip stuck in a tree. Not just caught between two branches, no that would have been too easy to pull out. It had somehow wrapped around the branch, at least three times and was too tall for anyone in the group to get out unless they had somehow managed to climb the tree.

The tree itself was also inclined to be easy to climb. You were quick to see that only The Champion could probably scale it but he wasn’t here at the moment. 

Twilight kidnapped him to go fishing.

“...How?” You ask and make your way over to him. “How did you do this?”

He glances at you with wide eyes and a bit lip. ”Help?”

“Ho boy...” You take a breath and get up. “This.... I have one solution.”

“Ok?”

“How good is your aim?” You glance up at the problem again. “Scratch that, how good is your throwing arm?”

“Pretty good I like to think.” He admits. 

“Ok, throw it over the branch but in the opposite direction. We have to undo the loops first.”

“We? Sounds like it’s just me.” Sky steps closer to the tree and prepares to throw the handle over the branch.

“Well there’s not exactly place for me to step in now, is there?” You put your hands on your hips and smirk.

It goes over one loop just fine.

It still doesn’t budge.

Sky throws it again, misses, tries again and makes it.

It’s only one loop over the branch but it still won’t move. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sky growls and throws it into the air in frustration.

“Ok, hold on, if it just need one more throw-”

He made it loose in the process but neither of you were paying attention. It had sung for a minute, budged and had swung all the way back to to you both coming off of the branch in the process. The inertia was still in motion and it had managed to hit Sky directly in the face while you were talking.

Luckily, it wasn’t that strong of a hit.

“Oh hey!” You grin and try not to laugh. “It’s out!”

“Let’s never speak of this.”

“Come on, it’s funny.”

“Ever.”

Four

“Wild, do you have any towels I can dry my hands off with?” Four asks from behind you.

You were all in Wild’s house once more and currently getting ready for dinner.

“Yeah, top shelf.” Wild replies without looking up from the pot.

You glance back as well to see where Wild would have been thinking about.

Yup, you think, that’s the top shelf alright.

Four is stuck staring at the height and begins to slowly look around.

You get an idea of where he’s going with this and power walk to his side. Your intuition is proven correct when he then attempts to climb Wild’s house and furniture just to get it.

His hands are also still wet, mind you.

You can see his white knuckled grip as he tries to fight the lack of traction and decide to help him out.

“I got it!” He says, when you nudge him aside.

“You don’t.” You reply and copy his movements to reach a singular towel. You’re back down in a split second but the bounty in within your grasp.

“It’s not like you can reach it either!”

“Still took me less time and significantly less climbing to get it.” You toss the towel in his face with a grin. “I doubt you even had good grip either. I thought you were going to fall and crack your head open on the floor.”

“Please don’t fall in my house and crack your head on the floor.” Wild speaks up. “Blood is so hard to clean up.”

“Know from experience?”

“Don’t tell Twilight.”

“Get lower shelves Wild Child.” Four dries his hands and tosses the troublesome cloth to Wild.

He catches it with blinking and shoves it into his apron. “I’ll take your criticism to the manager and see what we can do.”

“Manager? This is your house! You’re the manager!”

“So? I said what I said!”

“You boys done play fighting or are we going to have to wait to eat?” You ask.

...

“I’d like to eat now please.”

“On it.”

Wind

It was your turn on watch and there was nothing to do.

Not that you were asking for trouble but it would have been nice to at least be able to do patrol or something.

But nooooo... For safety reasons, i.e. the storm just beyond your coverings, everyone was supposed to stay within the camp at all times.

You didn’t disagree with it so to speak. It was more of a mild inconvenience.

That was until Wind got up with whispered...but still loud, curses.

You stood up and tip toed your away around the half hazardly tossed limbs of your comrades. “Everything ok Wind?”

He jumps and grabs the blankets around himself, folding them, bunching them together and curling ever so slightly over himself.

“Everything’s fine!”

“Shh..” You put a finger to your lips and look around the group.

No one woke up.

“What’s got your jimmies in a twist kid?” You squat down and place your hand on the blankets. They’re wet and the smell....

Oh you know what happened.

You stand up again and give him the curtesy of not saying it out loud. “I have a plan but you have to do as I say, no questions asked. We can make it so no one will know what happened. Ever. And this stays between only you and me, ok?”

You wipe your hand on your pants and hold out the opposite one to the boy. He stares at you with a red face and contemplates the choice. After only two seconds of deliberation, he takes your hand and gets up.

You suppose that to have an out, verses having to explain to everyone that he’s been looking up to sounds very appealing in the end. Better for only one person to know than ten.

“You’re lucky it’s still pouring buckets.” you say and grab all the blankets from his bed roll that you can. Chancing a glance at him, you see that his clothes are wet as well, pretty much from the waist down. With another thing to fix, you notice that his very bedroll is right by a huge puddle that had been forming and no one knew.

The hand in the glass water trick, then.

Your friends have seen and done that a few times to a few poor unsuspecting soul.

“Ok, here’s what you’re going to do.” You turn to Wind. “You’re going to change out of your clothes and into some clean ones. And then you’re going back to bed in my bed roll.”

“But where will you sleep?” He asks with a hand gripping his shirt

“I’ll steal it from the next guy.” You lie...kinda... That actually sounds appealing but you don’t think on it too much. “I’ll take the next shift to buy time and I’m going to throw your blankets and bed roll out into the rain, ok?”

“You were too close to the borders of the tarp anyway.” You continue with your plan, throwing them out for a second before turning on your heel and getting some of your clothes for Wind.

You think you might have something that’ll fit him but if not, it’s only to sleep in.

He changes into the clothes while you back out to the blankets.

In your search for the clothes, you dug out your powered soap and tossed some of it on the blankets and bed roll. After rubbing the fabric together to get it sudsy and deep into the material, you set it up against the tree and branches, letting the falling rain drops hit it and filter through.

It’s rudimentary and it took you longer than you wanted because now you’re also soaked to the bone and only halfway through but you think back to being a thirteen year old and how embarrassed you would have been and plow on to save Wind from the same fate.

You step back into the tarp and guide Wind, taking his clothes away to where you were sleeping prior. You’re clothes are way too big on him and it’s honestly more endearing than you would have thought.

“Thanks.” Wind says in a small voice. He’s humiliated, you know but you don’t focus on it.

“Your hand got wet and you pissed yourself in your sleep.” You say and shrug. “My friends and I were... are brats and it’s not the first we’ve played that prank. Put the poor saps in a glass of warm water and watch them pee their pants. It’s funny when it’s planned and well... not you. I won’t tell a soul.”

“You better not.” He sits down in your bed roll and begins to get comfortable. “It’s smells nice.”

“I try.” You grin.

“Do I owe you?” He looks up with big eyes and you think that it makes him look younger than he is.

“It’s on the house.” You wave him off and dash back in the rain to clean the rest of his clothes.

On the way back to cover, you kick the support that was closest to Wind’s spot, sending a torrent of rain upon yourself in the process but the spot where the pirate was is considered useless now.

Wind tilts his head from his spot and you grin. “Cover story.”

The rest of night is spent watching the time, watching the others and taking turns with Wind’s clothes and blankets by the fire so that all three of you can dry off before the sun comes up and the other inevitably ask questions.

By morning you’re dead on your feet, but consider it a job well done. 

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

Hey anon! Okay, I’m just gonna level with you. This request? This request right here? Probably one of my favourites. I went feral over this at 3am and my monkey brain fabricated an entire life story for Xiao when he’s not even out yet.

I sorta combined this request with my feral plot idea (which is honestly a 20k word fic at this point), but ahem, I hope you like and np^^ gotta make so many offerings so Xiao hopefully blesses me. Have a lovely day anon!!

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[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ Fainting ]

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Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

The red string of fate is a concept that those who are connected by a red string are destined to meet and fall in love. Regardless of place, time, or circumstances. The red string can never be broken unless one connected passes away.

Alatus

For the past few days, Alatus would wake up early and scale the mountains of his small village to pick Qingxin flowers. The morning dew would still be on the petals before the sun came by and evaporated everything. It became a bit of a small joke that the elders used to make, that a earth spirit would appear at the break of dawn to place the flowers for harvest. Not that Alatus minded, he was grateful that whatever celestial spirt was out there made sure to replace the ones he took. Remembering to always offer a prayer of thanks and a small offering, you would scold him if he didn’t.

He quickly scaled and vaulted over the wooden beam and slipped into your room. He winced at the sound of his shoes landing on the wooden floor but you didn’t seem to stir. You were still sleeping peacefully as Alatus took the fresh flowers to add to the ones already in your small vase beside you. They were your favourite flower after all. He reminisces about when you were both children and how you would drag him to mountains and tell him all about how at the very top there was his beautiful white flower. But you were both too young with small limbs to even attempt to climb it, plus if you somehow managed to do it, it would take too long and both your parents would be worried. It never seemed to deter you as you reasoned that a wind spirit would help your journey. Come to think of it, you always put a lot of faith into celestial beings. But he goes along with your plan, never one to contain your desire to explore.

He’s suddenly snapped out of his memories when he hears a soft knock on the door. It quietly opens to reveal your mother. She gives him a small smile as he looked a bit guilty for getting caught breaking in before waving him over to hand him something. You left him with a small bamboo package that you had wanted to give on his birthday. On top of the bamboo, you had wrote a short but warming message that you were worried about him always running off outside and that he might catch a cold. He smiled softly at your words, ingraining the way your ink brush flowed down the bamboo sticks into his mind. He offer’s a small thanks as she gives him a comforting hug. Whether for him or her he doesn’t know and she leaves.

He carefully untied the brown string keeping the package together to unravel a blue, white, and gold sleeve. He silently marveled at how beautiful it was and held it up to the light, it almost seemed to shine with subtle highlights. He has no idea how you managed to create this, he had never even seen the dye of red or gold used in clothing before. Perhaps the celestial beings decided to bless you for your prayers and devotion. He gives one small squeeze of your hand as he ties the sleeve to his arm and he slips out through the same window he came from. He looks up at the mountain’s he’s scaled before setting on the tallest one. One so tall the elders say that it could reach celestia.

As he scales the mountain he can feel a taint tug on his thumb, before it slowly disappears. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, breathes in deeply, and continues upwards.

The Golden-Winged King

One of his first adepti duties was to investigate the place he once knew as his home. There had been a dream eating demon that had been spreading curses onto unsuspecting youths. Putting them into eternal sleep before they bodies finally succumbed and they passed away. It was horrible and Alatus swore he would do everything in his power to make the dream demon suffer. Unfortunely, seeing as this was his first time venturing out back into the moral world and still recovering from his trials, he was assigned to work with a senior anemo adepti. One who was well-versed in using polearms that could “show him the ropes” as mortals would say.

This other adepti was too loud and erratic for his tastes compared to the calm and peaceful friend he once knew. Always getting side-tracked and flying around Alatus like some overgrown pixie. Never taking anything serious even though the both of you were tasked to destroy evil. But he held his tongue since this was his senior, gripping his sleeve when he was especially annoyed. This only seemed to spur the other anemo adepti further and inquire about the sleeve. Naturally, Alatus was hostile and guarded. That was first time he ever raised his voice which instead of becoming offended or angry, the other adepti was impressed.

From then on the other adepti seemed to want to interact with Alatus at any given moment. From checking in with him on his latest mission or if he heard about how the delicious flowers tasted. Who even ate flowers? Either way, every instance of communication was brushed aside, he would always make some weak excuse that he needed to train. Which lead to the other challenging him. The both of you were the same element so it would be a good time to see who was the best at wielding it. Overtime he began to look forward to your weekly spars. Even finding a bit of joy out of them. Ever since he had climbed up the mountain it had been constant training and hardships but when it came to these spars. It was fun. Alatus began to open his heart a tiny bit, let’s himself relax and fall into amusement when he see’s his partner’s face pop over him as they hovered over him.

He even began to feel his locked up heart start to beat a bit faster whenever he saw his partner perk up and wave at him. Whenever you threw your arm around him he never brushed you off like he used to, just basked in your presence as you rambled about how this stuck up bird was running everyone through the ground with her demands. It was amusing for fresh adepti’s to see you both interact. The ever stoic and aloof Alatus that taught them through strict rules loosen up immediately and smile whenever your head popped up to scold him for his training methods.

It was fun. Until the day he became possessed and killed you with your own weapon.

Guardian Yaksha

Guizhong was concerned. Ever since Rex Lapis had saved the poor adepti man from his possession, he had locked himself in. He still fulfilled his duties with alarming accuracy but it seemed that he completely on auto-pilot. He could stand in the pouring rain without realizing it or he always seemed to be in such a rush. Asking to do anything that needed to be done rather than relax. He was going to end up running through his long years at this rate. She brought it up to Rex Lapis and his fellow Yaksha but none of them had the time or want to check in on him. It was a time of war after all. Except one.

You watch him stand in the rain. Any attempts from you or Guizhong to ask if he was better always failed and you didn’t want to push. But this was already past the point of simple concern. So the next time you saw him relapse you walked over and embraced him. He usually carried himself as stiff as possible but you swore you were holding one of Rex Lapis’s pillars. You braced yourself to get thrown off or at the very least be questioned but none of those things happened. He just stood there and to be honest, you weren’t sure if that was even more concerning. You both didn’t say anything even when the rain stopped until Rex Lapis had summoned you both over.

You and him never developed a close friendship but he never seemed to brush you away whenever you sat beside him ever since you hugged him in the rain. A bare acknowledgement on good days but that was alright. Just sitting in each other’s presence when the war wanted to be quiet somedays was nice. On harder days when fighting took too much of a toll on your body you would lean your head on his shoulder. He never shrugged you off or seemed bothered by it, in fact, it almost seemed as if he leaned back against you. You both never spoke during these moments, just a silent understanding looming over you both.

Then when Morax announced that Guizhong had passed away, you felt as if you somewhat understood how Xiao felt. You didn’t even register that you had walked back to the same place Xiao was standing back when he was in the rain. The war was finally over but after everything that had happened to get to this point, it was hard. You knew that a few of your other Yaksha’s were ready to return to Jueyun Karst or return to earth. You blink quickly as you feel two arms wrap around you and you realize how funny fate seems to be. You choke out some unintelligible noise that’s a mix between a laugh and a sob as you cling onto him and let your bottled up emotions pour out.

He’s the last person you see in the newly established Liyue, wishing him luck in the rest of his journey, as you return to the earth. You aren’t sure what you’ll turn into but you hope that the peaceful atmosphere you both created will remain.

Xiao

It was completely out of the blue when you asked if he wanted to come on an adventure with you. You were both sitting under the tree that held the Wangshu inn up when you suddenly sat up and pointed in some far off direction across Liyue. Asked if he wanted to come with you after the lantern festival was over. He was a bit taken aback, you were a traveler first and foremost but you never asked if he wanted to come with you. You had always assumed that he wanted to stay as a protector of Liyue but after what Morax, now Zhongli, had said and how it was time to him to step down. You decided to ask him. It didn’t have to be far, you both could go to the stone gate if he wanted, just if he wanted to come with you anywhere.

His first instinct is to decline but you end up cutting him off before he can say anything.

“I know you have your reasons and loyalties to stay as Liyue’s protector. That’s why I’m not asking for you to accompany me across Teyvat. But I don’t know when I’m going to be back and after what happened in Liyue, I thought it would be nice to just, take a break, and go anywhere. You don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to but I think it’d be nice to wander together,” you say as you continue to look across the land from the balcony. He can’t see where you’re looking at exactly but he ponders your words.

To wander and go anywhere. Just the two of you. He’s never even considered leaving Liyue even after all the demons were replaced with weak hilichurls and slimes. He gazes up at the tree’s leaves, looks further to see celestia, and even further back to his home. Guizhong always said he needed to relax and live in the moment of now rather than running past everything but was he really ready for that? 

“Ah, sorry was that a bit too forward? I really didn’t mean anything ba-”

“Yes. Let’s go,” Xiao cuts you off as his eyes shine in a new light of determination, “Wherever you want to go, I will come with you.”

You blink once, twice, before a bright grin stretch's across your face as you quickly ask if he’s joking. He’s not, and you cheer excitedly as you list off different places you’ve wanted to explore. Perhaps the shoal? Maybe even further into the chasm? Actually wait, the electro archon has closed that area off so maybe not there. Xiao patiently listens to you ramble as he smiles softly. Your excitement is addicting and he can feel his heart flutter just a bit. How long has it been since he felt this way? He can feel a small tug on his thumb, he looks down but he can’t see anything, but there’s a comfortable weight that he’s felt has been missing for a very long time.

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If this seems interesting and people seem to enjoy it, I can post the actual fic when Xiao banner drops as a bit of a catalyst. It’s basically the same idea.  Though it’s kinda long so I have no idea when that’s going to be finished. It might turn into a thank you gift instead. (or ahem, you know, if you wanna commission me and see it earlier there’s that haha just kidding;;).

Honestly, I took a lot of liberties. I read the lore on adepti and Xiao but most of this is my monkey brain and previous semi xiao fics (which you don’t have to read but it would be helpful to see extended parts). Phew, this took a lot of time. It’s not as cute as my other fics but hopefully you all enjoyed it^^

Actually, nevermind. I hate this. I’ll keep it up since I haven’t posted this week yet but I hate this. 

[draco-and-tom]

Whose name?- George Weasley

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, Dom!George, slight dry humping, Public sex, Unprotected sex, teasing, jealousy, slight hickey kink, possessive kink

A/N: barely edited on 3/29/21 for accuracy.

You were so excited for the summer this year. Normally you hate going home, but this year you get to spend it with your boyfriend. Your parents aren't normally nice to you, so when George told you that you could stay all summer you were ecstatic. All five of you walked inside the cozy home and set your trunks down. “I know it’s not much and you're going to have to sleep with me an-” you walk over to George quickly and hug him tightly “thank you,” you say into his chest. When you pull away you see a big smile on his face and can't help but smile back. He was the sweetest person you’ve ever known. “Come on then,” he said, grabbing your hand to hold in one of his, the other holding both of you’s trunks. You wave to the rest of the group as you walk up the stairs to Fred and George’s room. As room as the door opens you look at him, not able to help the huge smile that comes across your face. “I love it here,” you say “which bed is yours?”. George points to a bed and smiles. You walk over to your boyfriend’s bed and lay down, “Everything is so cozy”. George chuckled “glad you like it, love,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I don't know why you thought I wouldn't like sleeping with yall. I mean come on….. I get to snuggle with George Weasley” you laugh and he lays down with you. “You would like that huh?” he asked, wrapping you in his arms, you humming in response. “Love you” you mumbled, “love you too darling”.

You wake up to an owl squawking at your window. George could sleep through almost anything, not that he had a choice with how many siblings he has.  You get up and walk over to the window opening it for the bird. You recognized the owl, it was Oliver's. You take the letter from the bird’s beak and read who it’s for.                                 To: Fred & George. From: Oliver Wood You walk over to where your boyfriend is sleeping and smile at how peaceful he looked. You pepper George’s face with kisses, not being able to help yourself. George starts to wiggle in his sleep before he smirks with his eyes closed. You noticed, but keep on kissing him. “Nice way to wake up might I say” George opens his eyes to look at you when you stop kissing him. You rolled your eyes “Sorry” you said, trying not to blush, but feeling your cheeks burn. He chuckled “no please don't be sorry. It’s adorable honestly.” He leaned in and gave you a soft meaning full kiss before pulling away. “What’s that?” he said pointing to the letter. “Oliver wrote to you and Fred” George closed his eyes and put his hands over his face mumbling something like “goddammit Fred, fucking ass-” you pulled his hands away and could tell he was frustrated “What’s wrong?”. George looked up at you and rolled his eyes “Fred invited Oliver to play quidditch. I told him not to invite him” he groaned “It’s hard not to punch him in the face when he’s looking at you like he would take you up against the wall”. You blushed “George...he doesn’t like me like that. And even if he did I love you and only you. I'm all yours.” George nods. “Promise?” he asked “I promise”. George leaned up and kissed you softly and kissed you passionately. You kissed back, loving the feeling of his lips touching yours. You could always tell how much he cared when he kissed you. George flipped you over to where he was on top and started to kiss down your neck. You began to whimper as he sucked a mark on your skin until his hands started to tickle your sides. “AH GEORGE STOP THAT YOU T-TWAT” you screamed through your laughter. George stopped and you both laughed. “Thanks, George I was kinda getting into that before you ruined it!” he smiled “I know. I mean you should’ve seen it. You were whimpering and I could see your lip quivering, I even heard my name a couple of times,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and you. You blushed and rolled your eyes. You look over to see Fred in the doorway with an almost scared look on his face. “Bloody hell you two, get a room”

When Oliver arrives

You and George are cuddling on the couch and watching some muggle movie when Oliver opens the door he walks in and looks you up and down. “Hello there Y/N,” he said “Hey” you responded before looking at your boyfriend to find he was already looking at you and tightening his grip on your body. “Hey y/n” Oliver tried to get your attention. You gave George a reassuring peck on the lips before looking at Oliver “Yeah?” you asked. “What's that bruise on your neck?” he asked, leaning closer to get a better look at it. “Well if you must know wood, it’s a hickey” Oliver backed up to his original spot and made a surprised face “hmm… kinda weird looking don't you think. It’s got a weird blob shape to it eh’? “. You rolled your eyes, starting to see what your boyfriend was talking about. You could feel George stiffen at his words. He tended to be confident in the moment, but self-conscious afterward. “Actually I  like them,” you say looking at Oliver “you know sometimes I wish he would do it more often to be honest with you”. Oliver looked at you like he didn’t know what to say, so you turned your attention to someone more important, your boyfriend. George leaned over to whisper in your ear “Is that true love? Cause if so… I'm sure I can make some arrangements”. George pulled back to watch your reaction. You felt your cheeks get hot and look at your hands in your lap, biting your lip “Mhm” you mumble.  George chuckles and kisses your cheek and you hear Oliver walk out of the room. “You know…” he whispered “I can't tell if seeing you flustered makes me want to fuck you into my mattress or cuddle with you, but I'm debating doing both,” he said, causing you to whimper. George kissed you on the cheeks and got up from his spot on the couch. “Well, I should go get the others so that we can plan out the whole quidditch thing,” he said. Once everyone was in the living room George and Fred spoke up “what are the teams?”. Ginny smiled “Well, I was thinking we could change our plans” she smirked. “Mom and Dad left a little while ago, so I thought we should play truth or dare”. Ron rolled his eyes “Really ginny, we aren't little kids anymore”. Ginny scoffed “Actually Ronald, you didn’t let me finish” you fought to keep in your laugh. Ron really does have a problem with cutting people off. “I was going to tell you that I have some  veritaserum,” she said grabbing a glass bottle out of her pocket, “thought we’d make the steaks higher. If you refuse a dare, or pick truth, then you have to take some” she smirked. “Oh, I'm so in,” you and George said at the same time.  George and you looked at each other and started laughing, making Oliver roll his eyes. The six of you all began to walk outside to the fire that Fred made for the game, before sitting in a circle beside it, Ginny set the bottle in the middle. “y/n” she asked “truth or dare”. You rolled your eyes and chuckled “truth”. She nodded her head and people around the circle laughed “okay. Take a drop” she gestured to the potion. You reach for the veritaserum and put a drop on your tongue. “Okay y/n” she giggles “Have you and George had sex, and if you have how good was he”. You can't stop the words from coming out of your mouth and immediately respond. “Oh yeah, a few times actually.” people around the circle laughed. “And for the second question… god yes. Don't even get me started on how good he feels,” you said “okay y/n that’s enough” but you continued “I mean god, I would be down to let him fuck me right now if you all weren't here.” Everyone in the circle starts to laugh except for Oliver and George. Oliver looked pissed and George was well smirking proudly.  “I mean he knows a lot more than he’ll tell you I ca-” Ginny cuts you off, giggling “Okay y/n, we get it,” she said, trying to catch her breath “it’s another turn,” she said and turned to George. “Truth or dare?” she asked. “Do you even know me?!” he asked, pretending to be offended. Ginny rolled her eyes “I dare you to go have 40 minutes in heaven with y/n”. George smirked and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him back into the burrow. Once you were inside George kissed you “Did the potion wear off yet?”. You nodded your head, “I think so.”. He hums “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?” he asked. You looked down at the ground and blushed. “Yep. It’s worn off,” he said and pulled you over to the couch. He lightly pushed you onto the couch and climbed on top of you. George kissed you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling how hard he was. He took his lips off of yours and started trailing them down your neck, leaving marks along the way. “You’re already s-so hard” you whimpered “How could I not be? A few minutes ago you were bragging about how good I make you feel. As soon as you started talking I knew that I was going to have to take care of you later. Ginny’s a good wingman” he said, moving back up to your jawline. You whimpered at his words and the feel of his lips on your skin. “George I want you so bad. Please make me feel good” you said through your whimpers, causing his hips to buck against yours on accident. You moaned loud at the friction you’ve been needing. George smirks at your reaction, this time rolling his hips against yours on purpose. You moan louder “George! Please”. George moves his mouth up to your ear “Did you want something darling?” he asked. “Please fuck me George. I need you, all yours” you whine out. George groans “Damn right you are”. He gets off of you and starts to take off his clothes as quickly as possible, you soon follow his reactions. George moves over to the couch “come here beautiful” he said and you oblige. You get on top of him, unable to hold in your whines. You knew what was about to happen, George has fucked you like this before, It’s probably your favorite position.  Your boyfriend helped you lift your hips and aligned himself with your throbbing pussy before slowly pushing your hips down. “Fuck you’ve got such a tight little hole” he grunts. George’s grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off of his cock and slid you back down. George got faster with every thrust. He was fucking up into you and you lived for it. “George” you moaned loudly, making the boy fuck harder and deeper into you. You writhed above him, taking everything he gave you. You started feeling yourself clench around George’s cock. “I'm so close George'' you whined “Me too,” he said between uneven breaths. George’s movements stop for a moment, hearing the front door squeak. George looked to the door frame and saw Oliver looking at them, deciding to let him hear you. He was going to make it clear that when you moan, you moan for him and him only. You didn’t know that Oliver was there, you were feeling too good to pay attention to your surroundings. George pounded roughly into you. You cried out broken moans of his name with every thrust. George kept eye contact with Oliver. George could tell that Oliver was pissed and didn’t give a fuck, he wanted George's girl. “Who do you belong to again?” he growled “You!” you moaned out and tucked your head to suck marks on his skin. “I'm sorry darling. I didn’t catch their name” he groaned “who makes you feel this good?” you moaned louder for him “George Weasley!”. George smirked at Oliver and knew how close you were, you get louder and -if possible- tighter. You cum hard, tightening around George’s cock and whimpering his name. George couldn't handle going much longer after hearing your pretty little whimpers and came inside of you. You lift your head and look to see what George was staring at “oh, hey Oliver”

TAGLIST: @georgeswh0re

[cheelduh]

How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

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The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

—

Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

[mattsunnn]

Title : Such a Delight

Character/s : Bokuto Koutarou

Warning/s : vaginal penetration, overstimulation, double penetration, anal, anal fingering, nipple play, daddy kink, threesome, praise, cumplay (slight). remind me if I forgot sth hehe

THANK YOU SI MUCH FOR THE 300+ FOLLOWERS!! ILYSM HUHU

A/N : can’t you tell that I ran out of ideas for titles 🤣 i just really really want to write Bokuaka. HEDJSJJSDHSJ also me figuring our which daddy is daddy. NOT PROOF READ. This is so late I apologise

Bokuto loves seeing you ontop of Akaashi. The sight of your pretty cunt trying to swallow Keiji’s cock as his own fingers protruded your back entrance, slippery digits going in and out to make your hole loosen up just has him going feral. Akaashi groaned when you fully sat down on his member, your walls warming him up as you clenched and unclenched. Keiji grabbed your ass on his hands, pushing them apart for Bokuto to see.

“Damn. We’re so lucky to have her. Right, ‘Kaashi?” Bokuto commented, licking his lips when he inserted a third finger on your puckered hole, rolling them around and pistoning them. Akaashi hummed in response, kissing you on the cheek when you whimpered.

“Please, Daddy. Wanna feel you inside me already.” You said, looking back to Bokuto with your watery eyes, wriggling your hips to him as an invitation. Akaashi moaned before gripping your hips, giving you a pointed look, “Don’t move, doll.”

Bokuto chuckled, playfully spanking your buttcheeks before spreading them again, “Polite and excited, aren’t you, baby girl?” He tapped the head of his cock on your little hole, pushing forward only for it to slip and miss. You whined, head falling on Akaashi’s chest as you wiggled your hips one last time.

“Hurry, Bokuto-san. She’s really desperate to have her holes filled.” Akaashi tormented, fingers slithering through your back before it reaches your puckered hole, pointer finger circling the rim before slipping in and out. The slick, lewd sounds was embarassing to say the least, but it turned the two males on even further.

“Okay, ‘Kaashi.” Bokuto replied, spreading your cheeks once again before pistoning his hips forward, cock balls deep as he grunted at how tight you are. “You feel so good around me, Puppy.” He moaned out, rolling his hips in a steady pace.

Akaashi licked his lips, giving you a peck on the side of your mouth before thrusting his hips upwards, his member hitting your g-spot as well as your cervix. You keened at their ministrations on both of your holes, body moving with their thrusts as you gripped the bedsheets.

You feel so full.

Bokuto’s thick cock was now abusing your hole, getting addicted to how you clamp down on him so tight. Akaashi tsked before lifting you up by the hips, feet pressed flat on the bed as he started to piston his hips sharply, the head of his member hitting your g-spot and the entrance to your cervix repeatedly and accurately. “You’re so wet. So warm around our cocks.” Keiji stated, adding more vigor to his movements as Bokuto and him silently decided on a steady rhythm, Akaashi going in while the other will go out and vice versa. It has your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You moaned when Bokuto slowly pulled out, only to push back in rapaciously, member going in so deep that you almost came. Add up the fact that Akaashi is moving his hips with such speed and accuracy, it has you clenching so hard on them.

“Baby’s about to cum?” Bokuto asked, hands snaking infront of you to rub harshly on you clit. He chuckled when you trembled, thighs quaking and toes curling.

Akaashi watched your boobs bounce so prettily infront of him. His cock throbbed just at the sight. He leaned up to capture one of your nipples, mouth sucking and teeth lightly nibbling on the bud. Your mouth opened, head throwing back as your eyes clenched shut from the overwheling pleasures your boyfriends are giving you.

Bokuto gripped your hair, pulling them back and making you arch your back, “Beg to Akaashi, pretty girl.”

You let out a silent cry when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach. Walls clenching down so much on their cocks as you pleaded to the male under you, as commanded by your other boyfriend, “Please, daddy. Let me cum. Need to cum. Please!”

Akaashi hummed, acting like he is thinking, “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna cream on our cocks and make a mess?” You nodded your head vigorously in reply, hips moving on their own to accommodate their powerful thrusts.

Akaashi smirked, “Come on, then, doll.” His fingers found your clit, pads rubbing harshly on the nub that has you moaning. You cried out when you finally snapped, body trembling as your holes spasmed around their cocks. Your orgasm made everything sloppy and easier for the two males, using your wetness to piston their hips faster inside you. You whined when they didn’t stop their ministration, only adding more fevor as they chased their own releases. Tears pooled around your eyes as your mouth opened in bliss, cheeks going red and thighs quaking as you tried to keep yourself up.

“‘S too much!” You whimpered, body finally dropping down ontop of Keiji’s as he comforted you with a kiss on the lips, pretty fingers rubbing your sides soothingly, a big contrast to how his cock is moving so fast and hard within you.

Bokuto cooed, rubbing your asscheeks with his big palms, “You can take it, baby girl. I know you can. You’re our pretty little cumslut, aren’t you?” He leaned down, chest pressing down on your back as he licked the skin under your ear, “Wanna see you filled with our cum. Can you do that?”

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, pussy overstimulated and body tired but you nodded your head nonetheless, sniffling before dropping your head on Keiji’s shoulder in defeat, letting them ram their cocks in and out of you as you trembled and moaned incoherently.

“That’s a good girl. Our good baby girl.” Akaashi said before he groaned, member stilling inside you. His cock throbbed as he spurted out his cum within you, painting your walls white and filling you up.

“Crap, I’ll cum soon.” Koutarou cursed as his thrusts became unsteady, soon stopping as his cock filled you to the brim with his cum. You clenched hard on them when you felt how warm your insides are. You whimpered when they gave shallow thrusts before they slowly pulled out with a loud pop, your cheeks going red because of the lewd sound.

“You’re dripping.”

“Keiji!” You slapped his arm before diving your face on the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment. He chuckled, arms circlimg on your waist as he kissed your forehead.

“Damn, we filled you up nice and full.” Koutarou commented, using one hand to spread your cheeks apart, letting some of his liquid to ooze out. He does the same to your cunt, but he pushed Akaashi’s cum back in with two of his digits, teasing you by rubbing your walls before he wrapped his lips around his fingers, tasting your cum as well as Keiji’s.

Bokuto stood up from sitting on his knees, leaning down to both of your forms to capture Keiji’s lips. Their mouth moved in sync as you watched, clenching your thighs when you found them kissing is hot. Damn right. He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting them. Bokuto then moved towards you, pressing his wet lips on yours, tongue invading your mouth and claiming territory. Akaashi’s busy leaving a mark on your collarbone, his hands kneading and groping your other boyfriend’s toned arms and chest, soon snaking down to his ass.

“Agaaasheeee!” Bokuto whined, wriggling his butt to Keiji’s palm. Akaashi’s eyes hardened on the other male, finger circling the tight rim before breaching in.

“Stop your whining, Bokuto-san.”

“Agaaasheee!!”

You can only laugh at their antics. They really are the best things that happened to you. You smiled, eyes closing sleepily, “Enjoy yourselves, guys. Love you.”

Akaashi lifted his head up, smiling towards you as your head rested on his shoulder, “We love you too, doll.”

Bokuto hummed around Keiji’s cock, pulling away with a pop, “Good night, baby girl. Love you too!” You chuckled when Bokuto immediately came back to sucking Akaashi, the raven-haired male throwing his head back as he moaned.

Yes, you’ll sleep with the sounds of Bokuto swallowing Akaashi’s cock and his moans. It really is a delight.

Be blessed.

It’s quite rushed forgive me T—T

I was supposed to post this yesterday but I was really really sleepy.

Was also supposed to post the day before yesterday but when I saved it our wifi got broken.

will edit later. somewhere in december HSHDJAHDHSH

Stay safe and stay hydrated!!

[loubrary]

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Headcanons: You’re new in town and help Billy become a better person.

Warnings: mentions of violence and homophobia, hints of smut.

A/N: This doesn’t really follows the ST timeline but who cares about canon or accuracy, am I right?

[ Masterlist ]

Your parents move you a lot due to their jobs, they’re always researching something in some strange corner of the world. You can’t understand how you went from living in South America for the last six months to living in middle-of-nowhere Hawkins Indiana.

You’re out to your parents, and they’re very supportive. You consider yourself lucky, they’re very modern and open-minded people.

The kids at your new school don’t know what to make of you with your different clothes, hair and accent. Some of the teachers are fascinated to learn of the places you’ve been to. 

When you met Robin your gaydars went off and you’re both excited to have a Fellow Gay in town. She introduces you to her friend Steve and the three of you become very close. Soon you are also helping Steve take care of his kids.

Billy hears of this strange new kid and goes to look for him to show him who owns this school. When Billy sees you he is enthralled, the world stops and all he sees is you, he feels a strange sensation inside, and he hates it.

In the days that follow, Billy makes his moves. He is mean to you, calls you names. He tries to intimidate you and scare you. But you’ve dealt with his type many times before and you have some tricks up your sleeve. 

Billy hates that you don’t react to his taunting. You just smile and laugh.

“F*g!”

“You too?! Wanna go on a date, darling? Bad boys with pretty hair are totally my type, Hargrove.”

His words don’t work, so he changes his tactics. 

You’re walking through an empty hallway when he attempts to grab you and slam you against the wall. Only to find himself on the floor completely immobilized. He had no clue you had trained in various martial arts. 

Putting the pain aside, Billy is turned on by the feeling of being dominated, he feels himself hardening against the cold floor. 

You lean down and whisper in his ear, “think twice before daring to touch me, pretty boy.” You let him go. 

One side of him wants to fight but when he sees the determination and fearlessness in your eyes he backs down. “This isn’t over,” he huffs and leaves stomping the floor.

Billy leaves you alone after that. He only glares at you and curses at you under his breath. He hates that he can’t stop thinking about that day. He hates that he enjoyed being under your control. He hates how he can only cum to images of you. But at this exact moment he hates seeing you with Steve laughing. 

You feel his eyes on you, how they follow you as you move. When you face him his face hardens and his fists clench, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t decipher. 

One day you’re alone in the showers, or so you think. You turn and see Billy checking you out from the other side, completely frozen. You notice his hard-on and his eyes open wide. He thinks you’ll say something but you just smile and wink at him. He leaves hurriedly trying to control himself. 

That confirms your suspicions and you know what is up with Billy. You’ve met guys with internalized homophobia, but never like Billy.

After that, teasing Billy becomes one of your favourite activities. You pay him visits at the pool, making sure he gets a nice view of you. You notice when he covers his lap with his magazine, and tries to focus on something else. 

“Why do we come to the public pool? We both have pools at home,” Steve complains. Robin laughs at the clueless boy, and proceeds to explain the situation.

One day Billy finds you alone and he attempts to make a move on you. He was so confident believing you’d accept his advances. 

“I’m not some desperate lonely gay boy, Billy. I don’t bend over for any hot guy that offers me his dick.” “So you think I’m hot?” He smirks. You scoff leaving him there.

Billy hates that you rejected him. How is it possible? He thinks of the guys he tormented and then fucked back in California, how easy they fell to their knees for him. 

Billy has never met a gay guy as confident and unafraid as you. Deep inside he feels jealous and admiration for you. He secretly wishes he could be as open and be free as you.

You get paired for a project, you are prepared to do all the work and let him take part of the credit. You’re shocked when he asks if you want to get together to work on the project. You’re even more shocked when you learn that he actually understands the material and is quite smart. 

Against your better judgement you invite him to your place. You’re surprised he shows up on time.

When he greets your parents, it’s like he’s a completely different person. He laughs at your dad’s jokes, compliments your mom, and even asks about what they are working on.

Billy is even more jealous of you when he sees how loving and caring your parents are, how happy and peaceful your home life is. 

The second time he comes over he has to excuse himself and go to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and calm down. All he can think of is everything you have that he doesn’t.

He finds you and your parents sitting tightly together as your mother reads a book out loud in french for you and your dad. 

“Sit down honey, I’ll translate for you,” your mother says. 

By the fourth day he accepts your parents’ invitation to stay for dinner. He has fun, he’s fascinated by your parents’ stories and their research work. 

You get a glimpse of the real Billy and can’t help but smile. 

One day during dinner your mother talks about your exes trying to embarrass you, and asks Billy if there’s a special boy in his life.

Billy’s breath hitches and starts to sweat. He stands up quickly bumping into the table, saying he has to leave. 

Your mom tries to apologise and your dad asks him to stay. 

You follow him outside the house. “Billy, wait!” 

He turns around to face you and his eyes are red as he tries to hold in the tears. “Hey, it’s all—“ “I’m not a... I’m not.” he grunts before getting in his car and speeding off. 

Billy parks somewhere secluded and hits the steering wheel with his fists, he cries and yells in anger. He’s angry, sad, jealous. 

He cries for his mom, for a life he wishes he had, for the love and support he yearns for. 

Billy returns the following week to finish the project. He plans to just focus on the project, finish it and never return. 

Your mom answers the door. “So good to see you, love, we’ve missed you,” she says warmly rubbing his arm, “sorry about the other day”. He almost doesn’t hear the last sentence, he hasn’t heard those words or felt that way in a long time. Someone being happy to see him, missing him, calling him love. 

Your dad greets him and calls him son, and asks him to join him later in the study to show him their latest findings. 

You and Billy don’t talk about what happened. You focus on your project.

“Have you always been out to your parents?” Billy blurts out.

You decide to be honest. “Yeah, they sort of figured it out when I was little.” You tell him how growing up you met all kinds of people through your parents. You tell him about your parents’ gay friends that you call uncles and aunts. Telling him how you always felt free to be yourself with your parents even though you know the world is cruel and unaccepting. 

After a moment of silence Billy speaks. He talks about the only openly gay person he ever met, a friend of his mom back in California. He tells you about how his father hated his mom’s friend and got in fights with his mom about it. 

He tells you about his dad, how aggressive and angry he is. He doesn’t tell you about the physical abuse. He went on about how unhappy he was, and how different your lives were. 

You start to see why Billy acts the way he does. Bullying others is his way to feel he is in control.

“How do you do it?” 

“What?” 

“Being gay like that, you don’t hide.” 

“We only live once, I’m not gonna let a world full of bigots tell me I can’t be myself and be happy.” You pause. ”Billy? You can always be yourself here.”

After you finish your project, Billy keeps coming to your place to hang out. 

He’s more relaxed and tones down the attitude. He even starts being nice to Max.

He’s still the bad boy to everyone else, but when he enters your home all that stays outside.

You learn more about the real Billy. How he likes science and music. How curious he is. How funny he can be. And you slowly start to fall for this Billy.

One day Billy and you are in the living room listening to music lying on the carpet and giggling when your mom comes in. “Honey, your friends are here.”

You both look up and see a shocked Steve and the kids, and a grinning Robin. Max is especially shocked by the whole scene.

“Oh hey guys, you know Billy, right? We’re just listening to this new album.”

Billy panics, and stands up to escape, “I have to go.” You understand, not wanting to force him into anything. 

The others sit down looking suspiciously at Billy as he leaves. Billy avoids all eye contact. “What did I get himself into?” Billy thinks. 

Meanwhile Robin and you have each other’s arm over your shoulders as you sing dramatically.

“Is anyone going to talk about how you were on the floor giggling with Billy Hargrove?” Mike asks. 

One rainy night, Billy is driving to your house. His eyes sting, his knuckles turn white gripping the wheel. He feels his cheek and eye starting to swell. He stays on the driveway debating on what to do. He sees your bedroom light on and goes to ring the bell hoping that you open the door.

It’s your mom that opens the door. “Billy? Come on in, love, you’re soaking wet.” When he steps into the lit hallway your mom finally sees his face. “Oh my god, sweetheart. What happened?” 

“Who is it darling? Oh Billy!  Are you okay, son?” Your dad asks him.

Billy wants to lie, he had this planned, he would have said how he got into a fight with another guy and didn’t want to go home looking like that. “I got—I...” he tries. But he can’t keep it in anymore. “It was... My—my dad...” he chokes as he lets out a cry. 

He feels two sets of arms engulf him, and he lets is all out. He cries like he’s never cried before. He thinks he hears your name being called. He hears your parents’ voices, encouraging and supportive words he can barely make up. He cries even more when he think of how these people that he met not long ago care more about him than his own father. 

You find your parents consoling Billy. Your mom is holding him while your dad rubs circles on his back. And Billy holds on to them like his life depends on it.“Billy?” He looks up to you and you see his broken face, all the pain and suffering he has endured and your heart breaks for him. 

You help him get up and walk him to the living room. Your dad goes to prepare the guest room and your mother prepares some tea. Billy is curled into a ball under a blanker with his head on your lap. You run your hand through his hair as you rub his arm comfortingly. 

When he calms down, he starts telling you of everything his dad has done. All the punches, the bruises, the hurtful words. 

Later you take him to the guest room, you help him get his clothes off and rub some medicine over his bruises. 

“Can you stay with me?” 

“Of course.”

You hold him close, his face pressed on your chest. 

For the first time in a long while Billy sleeps peacefully.

After that day your parents take action, they’re on the phone with their lawyers, looking at how they can help Billy and Max.

Your parents help him get custody of Max. 

The both of them move in with your family. 

“Can’t believe you’re taking me to live with your boyfriend,” Max tells him. “He’s just a friend,” he groans. “Yeah, right.”

That night Billy is in your bed as you read to him, his head on your lap. “Thank you,” he says pulling your book down to look at you. “What for?” You ask, running a hand through his hair. “For saving me, and Max.” You smile and kiss his forehead and continue with the story.

In the morning you wake up to Billy facing you, looking at you and he smiles. 

“You okay?” He nods and reaches for your hand, holding it tightly as he scoots closer to you.

You move a loose strand of hair behind his ear, caressing his cheek, feeling how soft his skin is. 

You two stay like that for a while just enjoying each other’s warmth in silence, playing with your hands and looking into other’s eyes. Neither of you can’t stop smiling. 

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Billy.”

[deaththesyd]

To The Brink Of Confession: Chapter 1, "He's not ugly"

I'd like to blame @mytanuki-kun for one of their works inspiring this side project that is now in the way of my Kisame week progress. As frustrating as this is, I'm having fun with this one and I'm excited to write my first true multi-chapter fic, even if it doesn't fit with the rest of my works and their timeline.

Summary: At first, she had shrugged it off as him simply being worn out from all the social interaction, but if that was the case, why was he only avoiding her?

At first, she had let it slide. Being super friendly and interacting with people was draining after all, and being forced to live in close quarters with such a loud group was sure to take its toll on even the most extroverted people. His avoidance lasted the entire rest of his time spent in her world, but she didn’t worry. As usual, a month passed by before she herself was teleported away into the foreign world of Jutsu, violence, and ninja. She even shook off her doubts when instead of her usual escorts, she was picked up by Kakuzu and Hidan, being told that the others were all preoccupied with important missions, ones that she would only be a distraction from. Entertaining as she found the duo and their antics, she couldn’t exactly hide her disappointment from the silver-haired loudmouth she had grown to consider a friend.

“What’s with all the moping, huh?” He said loudly, stood in front of her, face lowered to look her directly in the eyes as she had been watching the ground as she walked. Blocking her path forward, she stopped to look up at him, forcing herself to push down her thoughts and play them off as nothing. Surprising as it may be, Hidan wasn’t entirely self-absorbed and happened to be pretty talented at sensing other's emotions, a skill that he very rarely made use of. Not that it was really all that hard to see that something was up with her. Always easy to read, an open book, she was the worst liar and easily the most sincere person he had met. He seriously couldn’t stand her mood lately, it was worried and upsetting. Mixed with Kakuzu’s ongoing anger at everything and everyone, the irritating emotions were mixing and giving Hidan a headache. There were only two ways he could think of to fix this, either piss off Kakuzu to relieve his built-up stress and risk an explosive and painful response, or play concerned friend and get the woman lagging behind them to return to her normal upbeat self. Contemplating both options, the least painful option seemed the best bet.

“It’s not nothing, I can tell, so don’t bother lying, you’re shit at it anyway,” he cut her off as she tried to reply.

She tried anyway. “Really though,” she said, smiling almost convincingly, “I’m just lost in thought, we’ve been walking all day, can you blame me for tuning out?” Waving him off, she sidestepped him to follow after Kakuzu, who had not stopped for them and was quickly leaving them behind.

Knowing that the likelihood of being separated from Kakuzu was high if they didn’t keep up with the old man, he didn’t hold her back but stayed by her side to press for a proper response. “I said not to fucking lie,” he spoke casually knowing that anything truly harsh would only shut her up further, “you’ve been like this ever since you got here, it’s not just you being tired of walking.”

Sighing, she replied, “Ok, you’re right that I’m not just tired, but it’s nothing, really. I just need to manage it by myself.” No longer lying was a step forward, but she kept her lips tight on whatever it was. She was stubborn, but Hidan was persistent.

“What’s with you being all shy all of a sudden? You’re always so fucking talkative no one but Fishface can get you to be quiet,” he complained, almost missing how she reacted at the mention of the tall swordsmen. He grinned, seemed like he had a hook. “Awe, is this about your little crush on the big guy? Did you ask him out and he chickened out?” He laughed cruelly.

It wasn’t much of a secret that she had feelings for Kisame, she wasn’t very good at hiding how he caught her eye, often spacing out while watching him train, and making any excuse to get his attention. Everyone at some point had noticed the flush to her face around him, or the fond look in her eyes as she looked up at him. To most, it wasn’t anything to focus on. Kakuzu and Sasori couldn’t care less about it, as long as she wasn’t being obnoxious, Itachi seemed to keep a careful watch over her and her interactions with his partner, his reasons were unknown to Hidan who couldn’t care less about the Uchiha. Deidara and Hidan made sure to poke fun and tease her at any opportunity, making sure to keep their taunts from the man of her affections, trying to draw out their entertainment as long as they could. After months of this, she had become accustomed to the mostly friendly jeering from the two and had begun to poke fun at herself as well. It seemed she had resigned herself to watching from afar and keeping her flirting to a level that was easily mistaken for friendly conversation by the oblivious man.

Years of being acquainted with Kisame had only given Hidan a surface-level knowledge of the man, but recently he had noticed just how unconfident truly was of his looks, something he of course zeroed in on immediately. 6 foot whatever and hulking over even Kakuzu, it was hilarious to him that the member of the legendary Swordsmen of the Mist was both self-conscious over his fishy appearance, and his years of training as a ninja had not taught him to notice the obvious signs that a woman was into him. How anyone could be so unaware, yet so skilled was beyond him.

Her face saddened at his words, her brow furrowing, and her eyes cast themselves to the ground again. “I haven’t said anything, but I think he might have caught on,” she said quietly.

Despite her clearly upset confession, he grinned. “Way to go! Fishface finally figured out how to see above water, wondered if his brain was just waterlogged,” he snickered, excited that he could finally openly pick on him over the subject, but she didn’t smile and remind him to be nice like she normally did when he made digs at the sharkman. Clearly not a good sign then.

“I think he’s avoiding me,” she said, looking defeatedly at her shuffling feet. Now that made no sense.

Not long after it was clear to everyone but Kisame that she had an attraction to the tall man, it became more and more obvious that it was reciprocated. As much as she stared at him, he stared at her. Less openly, probably why it had taken everyone a while longer to see it, but it was well known that the two were complete idiots that had no clue the other was just as interested as they were. Part of Hidan had wanted to tell them immediately, embarrass them and make a scene out of it all, but another part of him had held onto their frustrations and fed off of it as a much more drawn-out entertainment source. Deidara was in on it too, saying that as much as he wanted to set off an explosive show by forcing their feelings out into the open, he also wanted there to be a build-up. In the meantime, they got to tease their fishy accomplice as much as they could get away with without pissing him off and alerting the other half of the pining duo. The fact that Kisame was avoiding her after finding out she felt the same was not what anyone had expected. For once in his life, Hidan was pissed at the drama of it. He would not admit that he was actually looking forward to the two becoming a couple.

“Bet he’s just scared that someone thinks his ugly mug is hot and is worried for your sanity,” he laughed. Her hand smacked him halfheartedly.

“He’s not ugly.” She said sternly, “Although with how forward I’ve been, he may have been creeped out,” she smiled, but there was a twinge of pain on her face that Hidan couldn’t help but notice. It pissed him off, his whole religion was about inflicting pain and death for his God, but seeing her genuinely upset gave him a feeling of frustration on her behalf.

“There’s no way he’s creeped out by your creepy staring,” he found himself attempting to reassure her, feeling as though he was betraying his and Deidara’s whole scheme. “He’s clearly just as much a creepy stalker as you are.”

Unsure that she had heard him correctly, she looked up to see Hidan avoiding eye contact, looking off the side of the road, ignoring her reaction purposely. “I don’t see how he’s the stalker,” she laughed humorlessly, “When he’s the one avoiding me.”

“Of course you don’t, you’re just as fucking blind as he is,” he muttered. Her sudden giggle made him look at her in suspicion. “The hell’s so funny?”

She brought a hand to try and stifle her laughter before she spoke, “What’s got you all grumpy now? Upset someones not crushing back on you?” She teased, eyes darting to look at the silent man trudging forward ahead of them, then back at Hidan.

The glare he shot her only made her giggles slightly louder. “What the fuck are you gettin’ at?” He spat, daring her to continue.

Humming whimsically, she spoke, “I just think that maybe you’re projecting some of your own frustrations onto someone else.”

He should have chosen to piss off Kakuzu. She may have been the lesser of two evils at a first glance, but the ability she had to force him into subjects he would rather avoid was something he had forgotten to account for in his earlier decision. Unlike the completely requited yet oblivious relationship between her and Kisame, Hidan’s own feelings were something he tried to ignore whenever possible. It was just a shitty joke she had made, something about how Hidan should leave her alone since he was really just trying to make the old man jealous. Something he should have shaken off with a normal insult towards the old miser, yet he had frozen, caught off guard by the accuracy. That was the one and only time he had ever allowed himself to come out to someone and let them live. It was shameful in the church to have feelings of devotion for anyone but Jashin, yet wanting someone that couldn’t produce more followers was even more so. Adamantly, he refused his feelings towards the man, but since that day she had treated his explicit flirting as nothing more than a show.

Embarrassed as he was, his comeback held no bite, and her teasing and further avoidance of the earlier topic increased. Eventually, it turned into a loud argument that reached Kakuzu’s ears, who ended their annoying discussion by threatening them both. She was easier to scare, but whatever they had been squabbling about had made Hidan more feisty than normal.

“Fuck off you old dick! There’s plenty of politer ways to ask to be included in a conversation,” came the danger prodding taunt from the young man. It was hard to guess why, but the older man’s fuse was shorter than usual, and the woman yelped as a dark arm split off from the man's torso to grab the face of the loudmouthed man right beside her. Flailing wildly and ineffectively he was dragged along the ground, yanked by the harsh grip of the intolerant man. Green eyes surrounded by red sclera flashed at her, warning her she would be next if she didn’t follow quietly. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she did just that.

[robthomissed]

Life With Sammy

enjoy these little slices of life that I wrote based on a song that really doesn't mean anything but gave me the idea

inspired by Sentimental by WMD

Before Sammy

Life was…..fine. You were living and things weren’t bad but things just felt a little hollow. Every rainstorm or trip to the art museum or meal cooked for one was nice in a lot of ways but you couldn’t help but look around sometimes and feel like it would be nice to have someone there to share it with. Over time the light and color started to drain and each day was just more of the same. The small voice inside you saying it just wasn’t going to happen, time to make peace with being alone.

But then there is Sammy. He barrels into your life all big blue eyes, loud laughs, and warm hugs. You soon realize life with Sammy means more…

Laughter

He was laughing at you. This boy had the nerve to laugh at you even after you told him you had never learned how to skate. Sammy was managing to keep his amusement to soft chuckles as you wobbled along the wall of the Blues practice rink during a pre-season family skate.

“Come on babe, just slow down and watch me.” Sammy said as he helped you off the ice after your fourth fall in the last ten minutes. You weren’t one to stay patient while learning a new skill because your perfectionistic streak took over which was causing your brain to move faster than your feet could learn.

You let out a heavy sigh and took his hands as he proceeded to skate backward with infuriating ease. You focused your attention on his skates to try and pick up on what he was doing. Just as you thought you were getting the hang of it, Sammy's right skate caught a gash in the ice and he flailed backward dragging you down with him. There was a short moment of panic on your part when Sammy stayed quiet and still on the ice after you landed on top of him with his head tucked into your neck. Then after a few excruciating seconds, you felt him start to chuckle and you breathed a sigh of relief.

You both just laid there laughing to yourselves for a minute before he said “Okay, not that I don't love having you on top of me but let’s save it for when we get home.”

This sent you into another fit of blushing and giggling which you tried to hide by tucking your face back into Sammy’s shoulder. When you did finally manage to get yourself up off the ice Sammy still looked overly proud of himself that he had made you blush that hard.

Rain

You were sitting in Sammy’s car one night in the rain and just talking about life. Nothing and everything. Solving the world's problems and ranking the best place to get frozen custard in town. The rain is hitting the car just hard enough that it blocks out any noise from the outside world and creates a little bubble in time and space. It is only you two and the rest of the world is far away. The light from the streetlights coming through the rain-covered windows is lighting up his face in the most gorgeous way. The raindrops are casting shadows that cascade down the side of his face and make the shine of his eyes that much brighter.

Beauty

Sammy is beautiful in the small moments…

The way the summer sun brings out the auburn in his hair

The way his hand looked holding a wine glass

The furrow of his brows when he really focused on something

The way he always opened the door for you

The hugs after a long day

The way his voice sounds talking to your cat when he doesn’t think you are in the room

The crooked smile he gives you in the morning

The way he blushes whenever you tell him how breathtaking he is

Sammy is beautiful in so many ways and you hope one day he’ll actually believe you when you tell him

Relief

You aren’t stupid. You know the risks of playing professional hockey. You had seen numerous guys go down with various injuries in your years as a hockey fan. But having that knowledge in your head couldn’t prepare you for seeing Sammy crumpled in the corner after a crushing hit from you don’t even know who. The play continues up the ice but you can’t make yourself care as you watch Sammy lay still. Why haven’t they blown the whistle…. don't they see him? Finally, Torey gains control of the puck and the refs blow play dead as Ray trots out onto the ice. Robby quickly skates over to help him get to Sammy as fast as possible. The arena has gone so quiet you are sure the people around you can hear your heart pounding. Sammy begins to stir just as Ray and Robby reach him and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Okay. He’s moving. That’s good. Vince and Rouzy deliver a couple more trainers from the bench and then join Robby who is hovering just far enough to be out of the way but close enough to feel involved.

After a long few minutes, Sammy gets to his feet mostly on his own, and after a second of leaning on Vince and one of the trainers he skates off by himself. You stay in your seat for a few minutes unsure of what to do until Sammy texts you telling you they are sending him home but they want you to drive. You are greeted by Sammy’s widest smile as soon as you enter the training room. It makes you feel better that he isn’t flat on his back and seems to be mostly normal.

He gingerly gets himself off the training table and gives you a hug.

“You okay?” you ask into his shoulder

“Yeah babe, I’ll be okay. Just shaken up a bit so they don’t want me driving home” he says after placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Okay good because I want you to stick around for a while,” you say with a sigh.

“Don’t worry you are going to be stuck with me for a long time” Sammy punctuates his teasing with a poke to your ribs which gets a giggle out of you.

“I think that is a burden I am willing to bear.” you tease back and break into giggles when he sticks his tongue out at you.

“Alright goofball let’s go home and get you off your feet”

Quiet

Sammy has a bit of a reputation for being loud. And he is when he is out with friends or when he gets excited about something but he also has a quiet side. Your favorite times with Sammy were when he was just walking around the apartment in his comfy clothes, a glass of wine in hand trying to decide what movie to watch. It was just so quietly domestic and made your heart do all kinds of fluttery things.

One night he catches you just staring at him while he is puttering around the kitchen making himself a late-night snack. When he notices he just stops what he is doing and asks “What?”

“Oh nothing.” you say quickly looking away trying to hide your blush from being caught.

“No no, tell me.” Sammy says as he circles around the kitchen island to stand in front of you and lean on the counter to block any potential escape.

“It’s- it’s just… I don’t know. I’m just really happy I get to see you like this.” you say blushing and barely making eye contact. Feelings are hard okay.

“ Like what?” Sammy says with just an adorably confused look that twists your gut a little bit more.

You sigh a bit and take a moment to find the right words. “Just this quiet side of you. I love your big and bubbly side but it is nice to know you are comfortable around me like this.”

Sammy looks at you still kinda confused, not saying anything and you begin to panic. “You know what, never mind just ignore me. Just go about your business”

After a few moments of silence, you suddenly find yourself pressed into Sammy’s chest as he tries to almost climb into your lap which is difficult since you were already perched rather precariously on the kitchen counter. You really can’t do anything besides hug him back and chuckle a bit.

When Sammy pulls back he just takes your face in his hands and kisses you on the forehead. “I love you babe. Of course I’m comfortable around you. So stare at me as much as you like.” He gives you a cheeky wink and turns his attention back to his snack.

Pleasure

All the years around various trainers and medical staff must have been what gifted Sammy with the unique ability to consistently find the knot in your shoulder with devastating speed and accuracy. The first time you had asked him to give you a quick shoulder rub after a long day you were not prepared for the targeted attack of his thumbs on your shoulder blades. He actually got a little scared when you let out a little noise of pain after he found a particularly sore spot one night.

“Oh no, did I hurt you!? My mom says I don’t know my own strength sometimes.” You didn’t even have to look back to imagine the way his eyebrows were knitted together with concern.

“No babe it’s fine. It’s that ‘hurts so good’ kinda thing. Keep going” You reassure him while rolling your shoulders to encourage him to continue.

Sammy seemed less than convinced but resumed his task nonetheless. He seemed to be holding back a bit though until he found a particularly tough knot and really went to work on it. You couldn’t hold in the winces and sighs as you felt the tension melt out of your body. It was your turn to be confused when you heard Sammy start quietly laughing behind you.

“Oh what now you are taking pleasure in my pain?” you asked with more than a little sarcasm.

“No, it’s just that I have only heard you make those noises under….different circumstances.” Sammy said with a smirk clearly heard in his voice.

You just rolled your eyes and turned to stick your tongue out at him because you couldn’t really come up with any clever retort. Sammy just continued to look very proud of himself when you announced you were going to make popcorn and he better have a movie picked out by the time you got back.

Struggles

You would be lying if you said that Sammy being out of town so much for a large part of the year wasn’t a strain on the relationship. You were the kind of person who really valued routine and knowing that your partner would be there when you got home most nights. You knew that that wasn’t going to be possible with Sammy and it had actually been the reason you had turned him down the first time he asked you out but thankfully he had persisted and you had decided he was worth it in the end. There were still hard days though because you would come home wanting to cook dinner together and cuddle on the couch but would be greeted by only your cat who was a great cuddle buddy but no replacement for Sammy. On those nights you would call Sammy just to hear his voice and see his smiling face. You were also usually treated to a few guest appearances by Vince and Rouzy who seemed to be ever-present around Sammy on road trips.

So while you still have bad days and crave the stability of a partner with normal working hours you know you wouldn’t trade Sammy for the world when he stumbled in the door dead on his feet but still trying to tell you every stupid thing Wally did and handing you some random airport trinket from whatever city the team had most recently visited.

Promise

Since Sammy had come into your life things had just felt better. You looked forward to getting up every day and seeing what was in store because you had someone to share it with. Sammy being in your life made you want to strive for more. He pushed you to be your best just like you did for him. You both made the other want to keep going to see where life would take you next. You never knew what was around the bend but you did know that you didn’t have to face it alone anymore.

Life with Sammy means more of everything...