#bet he refused to wear them because all the red would be too much on him with the markings and eyes lmao

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Okay, the thing about Tobirama is that he comes off like quite a pragmatic person, which is why it’s a fair assumption that the markings on his face are some sort of seals. Except, we just… never get to see that? The markings are never explained? They���re definitely not clan markings, that much we know. But if they were some sort of seals, it makes no sense for him to not make use of them during the fourth war. Sure, he’s just a minor character at the end of the day, and Kishimoto clearly didn’t put all too much thought into him, but still. He did put lots of thought into the whole fight, so if those were seals/sage mode makings, he would’ve shown that. But there’s no explanation for them, they’re not even mentioned upon, which means, they’re just there because… they look pretty?

Same with his fur. No one else of the Senju clan has a fur and Tobirama doesn’t use it to fight either. I though he’d maybe do the spikey jutsu Jiraiya did with his hair, but nope. It doesn’t seem to be a ninja tool at all, and it’s not armor either since fur can’t protect his neck from a kunai lol. So it’s just. There. ???

His happuri seems to be a preferred choice too since no one else in the warring clan era wears one either.

So what I want to say with all this, is that despite Tobirama being such a pragmatic person who seems to see himself as a weapon to be wielded, his appearance is all about personal choices that have no practical reasons (except for the happuri, I guess, but a headband would work just as well, so..), which means, in conclusion, Tobirama is totally a

✨ Fashionista ✨

[sanspuppet]

Horny thoughts about having San as your boyfriend, damn i can't stop thinking about this man 😮‍💨

Y'ALL SEE HIS NEW PIC? HAVE MERCY PLEASE MY LORD 🛐🛐🛐🛐

W/T: 18+ content (nono square for minors)

• imagine you two just laying on your shared bed, the both of you minding your business watching your phones, quite bored. And then out of nowhere you expose his defined abs for joke, by dragging his t-shirt up, but making him suddenly so needy for you to suck and leaving hickeys on every inch of his stomach (duuuhh im so obsessed with his chest)

• bet he'd get so jealous, not with strangers but with the other members, geez i think he would be quite annoyed by them flirting (jokingly) with you. But don't you dare to do the same, he'd instantly pin you at the wall and fuck you mercilessly, as soon as you come back home

• obviously he's not always rough, he'd also love you to give him head and just sucking him off, everywhere at anytime, there's no refuses. He'd love especially when you do it suddenly, feeling your tongue licking his dick as a surprise would make him so, and i mean so hard, maybe under the table while he's working, while he sleeps, under the blanket when he's watching a film...

• HE'S AN ASS MAN, PERIOD (and im so happy about it, cuz im obsessed with my ass, too) his fav position would be obviously doggystyle, he'd go crazy at the sight of his thick dick disappearing inside you, your ass red from all the times he would spank it, and slapping against his waist. I think he'd also sometimes, when you cuddle, palm it, lick it, leave small kisses and hickeys around its cheeks (im melting oh my-)

• he'd love to see you wearing his hoodies, especially the gray one (HE ALWAYS WEARS GRAY HOODIES). You wearing only that hoodie, layed on your bed, with him who drags it up a little, enough for him to could finger you, daaamnnn imagine his strong fingers finding their way into your pussy and then playing joyfully with your clit (HRMRNJDJE im going crazy for the things I AM writing on my own)

• when he's on tour he'd ask you to send him pics (nudes 🫢) he loves your sexy-aesthetic photos, no need to say he'd masturbate on them, imagine him stroking his dick desperately, because he needs to feel and see you soo bad. You perfectly know it, so you'd send him audios of you dirty talking just to tease him more (spoiler: he'd probably cum only by hearing your small whimpers), SO THEN HE WOULD PAY YOU BACK by sending you audios while he's reaching his orgasm, damn his moans would be so prettyy

• god... if you'd say to him something like: "baby im horny" he surely would reply to you: "fuck me, then" so you would immediately ride him. Imagine unzipping his leather jeans (i literally scream when i see him wearing them) his cock popping out of his boxers, already hard by the idea of you bouncing on it. And just like that, you'd take all of his length at the first thrust. When you'd stop because of too much friction, after bouncing desperately, he'd raise his hips and fuck you from beneath, overstimulating you because he loves to see you fucked out by him.

• passionate sex with him would be like heaven... 🫠 you layed on your back, on your bed, him on top of you, kissing you deeply, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth so softly. You're caressing his back, and he is doing the same with your hair, he'd attach his nose on your skin just to feel your soft scent. He would also make you understand, you're his significant one, by laying you on your stomach, legs open while he's sliding in and out of you deeply but sweetly, his hands resting on your ass, massaging it. It would be so relaxing, and after he has reached his orgasm, he would took his dick out and cum on your ass, smear it and then lick it off of you.

[thegnomelord]

Nom

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( i cant stop thinking about sulivan, your seahorse hybrid oc? I hope i spelt that name right. He's just so precious. Do you have any content about him? Interactions with the reader? Maybe the group? No preasure, i just lub the beby)

No prob sharky, I actually misspelled his name every time I wrote it lol

I've started thinking of including him in the fic I'm currently writing but right now just general headcannon is that he's a hippocampus and Sullivan is short, like barely got into the army 5 foot short and got babied a lot because of his height. And he's a sweetheart baby 99% of the time but that 1%

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Watching Sullivan spar would make anyone wonder how he managed to get into the military, let alone on an accomplished military task force. He held back too much, hesitant to hurt Soap more than a few bruises, falling for rather obvious ploys.

Price smoked his cigar besides you, watching the ring with sharp eyes. "Your man's lagging behind."

"I'd say he's doing good." You said, taking the cigar from Price and taking a puff. "Bet you he could get Soap out of the ring in seconds."

"That so?" Price could never refuse a challenge, "You're buying me those good cigars if he loses."

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over Price's ear, "And you're wearing those nice panties if he wins."

A shiver raced down his spine, blue eyes glowing with heat. "Deal."

You smirked, teeth bared like he's a sheep you'd just tricked into the slaughterhouse. "Deal." You turned back to the ring. "Sullivan!"

They stopped, Sullivan's ears flicking in your direction before he turned his head. "Sir?" He asked softly.

"Gloves off." You said simply.

His dark eyes widened before his pupils narrowed into little pinpricks, the pretty scales on his cheeks turning to a deep blue. "Yes sir." His voice remained soft, but instead of caressing the ears it burrowed into the marrow.

Next time Soap tried to fake him out, he ended kicked in the ribs that sent him flying into the nearest wall. Hippocampi were part horse after all.

The second Soap crashed to the ground Sully was closing in to him, apologies spilling from his lips like water. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please I didn't-"

Soap waved him off, werewolf regeneration already healing the cracked ribs. "Calm yer tits, m'fine." He said, but let Sully help him to his feet. "Got a kick like a bloody mule." He grumbled.

"Nice job Sully." You said as you and Price walked to them to make sure Soap was alright. "You did good kid." You hummed, ruffling his hair.

Sullivan preened under your words, happily leaning into your hand, cheek scales flickering to a vibrant red like a boiled lobster. "Thank- thank you sir." He swallowed thickly.

You chuckled, looking at Price as you leaned in to whisper into Sully's ear. "Meet me in my office after dark. Earned us both a reward." You chuckled when his scales deepened in color and he squirmed in place, attempting to hide the small tent in his pants, clearly remembering his time with you, Price and Gaz.

[wttcsms]

"i (Nanami Kento) bet on losing dogs" x the losing dog (reader)

no other sadness in the world would do, kento nanami ;

pairing kento nanami x f!reader word count 1.5k synopsis a quiet and intimate examination of modern day suffering content contains implied abusive spouse (for reader), implied unrequited love (nanami has feelings for reader)

There is nothing in this world that Kento Nanami despises more than baseless loyalty. 

What a pathetic trait, he would think to himself. How could someone just blindly follow someone, constantly chasing after their shadow, only to be mistreated time and time again? It’s disgusting. Shameless. Weak.

He feels disgusting, shameless, weak. 

Powerless, too. That’s a new one. That’s how things usually go when it’s just the two of you; you start evoking all sorts of new emotions, like he’s a video game character and you’re helping him unlock upgrades to his character. It’s a bit disarming, really. Kento much prefers to remain as impassive as possible while in the office because unnecessarily giving up any pieces of himself to this skyscraper shithole feels like he’s letting his stupidly rich clients win. 

Kento likes routine, which is why he settles into one quickly and refuses to make adjustments unless absolutely necessary.

Login, watch the markets, log off. Nothing more, nothing less. 

And then you became his new desk partner, and his perfect, meticulous cycle is thrown off course.

Being observant does more harm than good. He notices the shiny ring on your finger and draws an invisible, never-to-be-passed boundary. He already has made up his mind on not engaging with any of his coworkers, female or male, married or otherwise, but with you, he makes the mental effort to visualize the line, the flashing red warning signs, the whole nine-yards. This is the first sign that you are going to fuck up his life. Already, you’re embedded in his insides, owning real estate in his subconscious long before he can even realize it.

At first, you don’t talk to him much; you don’t talk to most of the men working here, and Kento can’t fault you for that. Most of them are assholes, and all of them don’t have any morals. If this wasn’t the case, they wouldn’t be working here, after all.

Eventually, you start to withdraw, and Kento becomes the person you’re most comfortable with talking to. What you see is what you get with him. Kento refuses to be one of those people who are a waste of perfectly good oxygen, and he doesn’t speak unless it’s absolutely necessary. You’re in an industry where men purposely like to talk over women, just because they can get away with it. With Kento, you are given free rein of the conversation. It’s kismet, you and him.

He gets used to your constant conversation, never seeming to be put off by the fact that he doesn’t offer up his opinion unless explicitly asked. Kento normally doesn’t like it when people talk to him when he’s trying to get work done, but your voice is pleasant, your topics always interesting (“do you think there are different levels in Hell, or is a one-victim murderer being prodded by pitchforks right next to Hitler?”), and he finds that listening to you speak relaxes him somewhat. He doesn’t go home with a tightness in his shoulders and a persistent, throbbing ache in his head that aspirin can’t seem to fix. 

The first time Kento initiates conversation is when he sees you wearing a blazer during the sweltering heat of one of Japan’s most unforgiving summers. 

“A bit warm for all that,” he says, trying to adjust his tone and make it sound like a joke. Even if it did sound like a joke, he knows that your reaction would remain the same.

“Oh,” you give a nervous, insincere laugh, reflexively tugging on the sleeves even though your arms are still very much covered. “I get cold easily.”

That’s a lie. Kento knows because he knows you well enough to tell that you are the most genuine person he has ever interacted with. He doesn’t know how you ended up with this job when you’re much better suited for a career that actually helps people. He thinks back to when the office’s air conditioning went haywire and blasted the office with near-freezing temperatures. You had remained in your short-sleeved blouse, saying that you love the cold.

He doesn’t call you out on it, though. He just makes a noise from the back of his throat and turns back to his monitor. 

He can only pretend to ignore your erratic behavior for so long. You keep yourself covered to the point where you make a nun seem indecent. You withdraw from him, not initiating conversation unless Kento brings something up (he’s never been good at making small talk, and so more often than not, the conversation fizzles out quickly and awkwardly). And then you come to work with a black eye, and Kento refuses to let you suffer in silence any longer.

You break down and cry, feeling pathetic, feeling lost. You beg him not to say anything to anybody, that this is just a rough patch, that this’ll pass, and everything will be okay. Amidst your sobs, Kento finds himself wondering who you’re trying to convince right now. 

He holds you on the comedown. 

Now, there’s a new cycle. Things don’t get better for you; it doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure that one out. If a man lays his hands on you once, he’ll do it again. And again. And again. 

To take a life is a serious thing, but sometimes, there are worse ways to kill someone without ever murdering them. Your husband is killing you right now, a slow, soul-sucking type of death, and Kento would like to kill him. Some people are more curse than human. 

What did your husband do, Kento wonders, to make you fall in love with him? What can your husband do to make you finally wake up and realize that he is entirely undeserving of your love? 

Kento Nanami does not belong to any religion, does not attend church, does not even bother questioning the possibilities of a potential afterlife because his current life is already a bust as is. But after every late night he spends comforting and consoling you, holding you while you wet his button-down with your tears, he goes home and prays that you get the strength to fucking leave him. Pack your bags and get the hell out of Tokyo. Even if it means he’ll never see you again, the only person who makes this insufferable existence somewhat bearable. 

But the cycle doesn’t seem to ever break. He’s watching you fade away, and he decides that all the faith systems are fucked up for ignoring his pleas. 

“You should leave him.” He tells you, handing you a tissue. It’s technically a waste of breath; he tells you this shit all the time, and you never take his advice, but he says it anyway. Foolishly hoping that this time will be the time where you decide to listen to him. 

(And besides, he finds that anything he says to you could never be a waste.)

“But I love him.” You give him that same sad, watery smile, and Kento wants to pity you, but you wouldn’t accept it. Outwardly, he treats you the same as he used to, before he knew all that stuff that happens to you behind closed doors, because he knows what it’s like to be treated like you’re incapable of processing anything but kindness. The sweet, sugary kind of kindness, too — none of that blunt, pragmatic stuff. Kismet, he snorts. How fortunate that the kindness you need — re: blunt, pragmatic — is the only type he’s capable of giving to you.

Being treated like you’re surrounded by broken glass and everyone around you is trying desperately to avoid it makes people feel even worse. When Yu died, everyone acted like not being overly nice to Kento would somehow make him snap and go off the deep-end. The fact of the matter is, none of these people have ever been so overly cautious around him, and it actually made the pain of losing Yu somehow more unbearable. 

There are lots of replies that rest on the tip of his tongue. 

But does he love you? 

Why? 

Have some self respect, holy shit.

Your love is killing you from the inside out.

I could love you.

He tosses away your snotty tissues into the trash can, somehow not disgusted by you even though you think he should be. His grocery list now includes painkillers, band-aids, and bruise ointment. He thinks prayers are a waste of time, and before bed, he takes a shot in the dark and hopes some benevolent god is rooting for you like he is. There is nothing in the world that Kento Nanami despises more than baseless loyalty.

“I know.” And he leaves it at that.

[doctorgirlsblog]

Merz Prinzessin vs. Dutch Lion (series)

Part 2: Drinks on me, shame on you

Warnings: throughout the series, there are mentions of cheating, explicite sex scenes (+18) and swearing. Brief Mention of Lando x Aria

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Max was sipping on his drink, Kelly tucked at his side, telling some jokes to the rest of the group seated. He had agreed to go out to clear his head after the dream he'd had last night. So when Kelly offered, he had been tad too quick to agree.

Yet right now, seeing the said German devil walk in, wearing a silky red dress that left little to the imagination, he started to regret it, nearly choking on his drink in process.

None of them seemed to notice his distress, nor did she, so he pulled his gaze away and back to the woman on his arm. She was leaning into his side, smiling softly, and he felt bad because, for the first time, her touch was suffocating him.

She deserved better.

Aria sipped champagne in her lounge, chatting with her friends, well aware of Max and his wandering eyes. Of course she noticed, her best friend bumping her shoulder pointing with her eyes to the blue piercing eyes eyeing her like a prey.

What could she do to make the composed Dutchman squirm a little?

Suddenly, she smirked, an idea forming in her head as she motioned with her hand to the waitress. She leaned in, whispered in her ear, and sent her off. Let the games begin.

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The waitress came to Max's lounge, carrying two bottles of Moët and setting them on the table in front of them.

Max was confused. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong table. We didn't order any champagne."

"No, sir, this was sent over from one of our VIP guests. They send their regards," the waitress quickly explained before excusing herself and leaving. Everyone else was already too drunk to care who had sent it, as they cheered and opened the bottles. Max was still confused.

He stood up, saying he needed to freshen up and headed for the toilets. On his way over, the same waitress from earlier stopped him.

"Excuse me, sir. From our VIP guest. It's for you," she said as she gave him a folded piece of paper and left before he had the chance to answer.

He opened it, and his eyes widened.

"Next time you decide to stare, just keep in mind that I mignt not be wearing anything underneath. Enjoy the drinks.

xoxo"

She saw him. She knew. Fuck.

He suddenly sobered up, frantically turning around, trying to spot her, but without success.

Then he felt the presence of the body behind him, warm breath on the nape of his neck. He stood frozen, not daring to turn around.

"Looking for someone, champ?"

So, he had two options. Both looked...shitty.

1. He could keep walking and pretend he hadn't noticed.

2. He could turn around and face her.

"Fuck my life", he thought as he slowly turned around.

There she was, in all her glory, with that signature smirk on her red lips. He checked her out, remembering her note about not wearing anything underneath. Every curve was visible, the dress clinging to her desperately like a second skin.

"Cat got your tongue?" she laughed.

"No. I—why did you send those drinks? What the fuck Aria? What are you playing at?!" -he refuses to look anywhere but her eyes again. It will be easier to stay mad at her, so he doesn't do anything stupid.

"Why, just a treat for the night, Maxie. I'll send the next round after you lose next week."

-"Why would I lose?"

She stepped closer and looked up into his eyes. They darkened.

"Oh, but you just might. In fact, I'm so sure of it, I can bet on it."

-"Bet? For what?"

"If you do lose to me next Sunday, I get to ask you for something. Anything."

She knew he would take the bait. He was that cocky.

"Okay then. Just because I won't actually lose. Much less to you. And because I don't want this kind of your games happening again." - maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe he actually wanted her to win and ask him for something. Something...

He shook his head to sort out his thoughts.

"Whatever you say, champ. You're the one with experience, after all." Her lips briefly touched his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his lips. He held his breath. She pulled away, smirking, and for the second time that week, was already walking away from him.

Why does he let her do this? He is Max Verstappen for fuck's sake. She is just another girl, a driver like the rest of them.

But he surely doesn't have wet dreams about other drivers. Fucking hell. He dragged his hands down his face before walking back to the table.

Everyone was already too wasted to notice his absence, but he wasn't anymore. Not when he looked at the end of the table. There, in Lando's lap, sitting and giggling, was none other than Aria Wolff herself. Lando was smitten, obviously head over heels for her and the attention she was giving him. He kept caressing her leg while whispering in her ear, but her eyes were trained on Max, not looking away for a second. He stood frozen. The room suddenly felt too hot. His shirt was suffocating him, and the growing bulge in his black skinny jeans wasn't helping. She was still looking. She had noticed. He needed to leave. He grabbed Kelly's hand, pulling her up—to which she was more than happy to oblige—and told the rest that they were leaving.

Back in their hotel room, he fucked her like never before. He was usually very gentle with her, making love sweetly, but tonight his mind was imagining the red silky dress rolled up to her hips, black haired girl moaning and begging him to fuck her harder, her manicured nails leaving marks on his back, drawing blood..

He didn't last long, pictures in his head bringing him to the edge of pure bliss. She didn't complain, though, as she was drunk and surprised with his rough ways, and fell asleep right after. Max, however, was more awake than ever. He was sitting on the balcony, clutching his phone for dear life as he looked at her Instagram pictures. Despite his fantasies, he wasn't the one who got to touch all that. Lando probably was. Lucky bastard.

He glanced back at the bed, where Kelly stirred and rolled over to his side of the bed, hugging his pillow. She didn't deserve this. She was good. She loved him and had been there since the beginning. He loved her too. She was safe place.

He needed someone like her, not someone like...

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

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Back at her hotel, Aria rolled her eyes at Lando's lame attempt to get inside her room.

"Come on, baby, let me in. I'll make it worth it, I promise," he whispered in her ear, one hand on her hip, the other squeezing her tits.

"Lan, Liebchen, go back to your room. I want to sleep." She pushed him away gently and opened the door, blowing him a kiss before closing it in his face. Poor thing. He really thought he would get some. She stripped out of her dress and went straight to the shower. The night was pretty eventful. After she got comfortable in bed, already sobered up, she picked up her phone and noticed many messages. Some of her friends who were still at the club, a couple from Lando where he was still begging to let him inside, and...Max??

Max had texted her? Curiosity killed the cat. Ignoring other messages, she opened his first.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

She blinked. The only explanation was that he had probably texted the wrong person. She'd leave it alone; he would eventually realize it. Just as she closed the tab, another message arrived.

"Why do I fucking need you?"

Wait, what?

She quickly texted back:

"Max, you probably texted the wrong person. Or you're drunk. So yeah, just to let you know, it's Aria."

-"You know i fucked her so good, imagining you underneath me instead."

Her eyes widened. She turned off the phone and kicked it away from her. What the fuck just happened?

She did not get any sleep that night, tossing and turning as she looked at her turned-off phone lying beside her.

Neither did Max, who thought he was just drafting his messages and then deleting them.

Guess he was in for a surprise in the morning.

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So, part 2 is now out lovelies!

Greetings from rainy Germany 💙🧡

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[deathofacupid]

family | tom holland

a/n: erm idk how i feel abt this one there's like no active plot- wrote this a while back um i might take it down

summary: for the first time, tom meets your family.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, indian aunties

pairing: indian!fem!reader x tom holland

word count: 2.2k+ words

you shuffled through some more of your makeup, touching up your hair at the same time. diwali was held annually at your parents' home, where many relatives would take time off to see each other. during diwali, people would wear their finest clothes, illuminate the interior and exterior of their homes with saaki (earthen lamp), diyas (candles) and rangoli, perform worship ceremonies of Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and wealth, light fireworks, and partake in family feasts, where mithai (sweets) and gifts are shared.

it was also the first time that tom would be attending with you, which may have been the reason you were nervous. every since a young age, your parents had kind of expected you to marry someone of your own nationality.

after all, your two sisters did that, as well as your brother. your parents had met tom a couple times, but seeing as he was busy filming, they hadn't gotten to know him that well, despite the fact it was almost a year that the two of you were together.

you stepped out of the bathroom, picking up your dress slightly to keep you from tripping. pulling open a draw in the cabinet, you picked up a nice kurta set for tom, one that you'd gotten him last week. it was a pretty navy blue, one you knew would complement his warm eyes.

"oh, hey, love, you all ready?"

you couldn't help but nod shyly, most of your attire consisted of sweatpants, so him seeing you dressed up made you blush a little.

"you look really pretty, y/n," he kissed your cheek. "i love the traditional look on you."

"thanks, tommy. now go put this on, i don't wanna be late. can't make a bad impression, now can we?"

he rolled his eyes playfully and took the items from you, before changing. in front of you, making you blush a bright red.

"what, darling? we literally have sex all the time," tom snickered.

"yes, yes, i-i know. shut up and hurry," you said, getting over your embarrassment and shamelessly checking him out. 

"you're not very subtle."

"i don't need to be. we're dating, 'member? you're my boyfrienddd. and we have 'sex all the time,'" you mimicked. not giving him time to respond, you walked over to him, making sure it fit right. "this isn't tight or anything?"

damn, was he hot in that.

"nope. snug as a bug in a rug," and you couldn't help but snort at his childishness and the silly rhyme.

"cool, now say 'croissant.'"

"ouch, babe. so mean."

"mhm," you kissed him, and he caught you off guard, his tongue slipping in your mouth. it got slightly heated before you pushed him away, remembering you had things to do.

"woah, there, keep your dick in your pants just a little while longer."

"nooooooo," tom drawled, groaning teasingly.

"i didn't take all this time getting ready for you to wreck it in five minutes. you wouldn't believe how difficult it was to get this dress on."

"i bet it'll be easier to take off," he wiggled his brows suggestively.

"you can test that out once we get back home."

he helped you downstairs and to the car, as you terribly struggled to walk in the heels. after sitting you in the car, he got in himself.

"okay, tommy, when we get there," you spoke as he turned on the engine, "don't drink, they'll ask you if you want vodka and you refuse, cause it's a trick, got that? and, um... stay away from my aunts, well, actually, greet them, but not too much. because if you start talking with them, they'll make you spill things you wouldn't have said otherwise, it's kinda manipulative, but... in a good way. ooh! be funny, but not too funny, because then they'll think you're too funny, and we don't want that. and don't curse too much, they don't like that. but don't be uptight, y'know?"

"wow, okay, first off, angel, breathe. why are you stressing out so much? it's just your family, right? i've met them before."

"this is different, though. because it's diwali. and before it was just casual, and it wasn't for long. plus, that was just my parents. this is everyone. why aren't you panicking? you went crazy the first time you were about to meet them."

"'cuz if i panic while you're panicking, we'll be a huge panicky mess. only one of us can panic at a time. that's the rule."

you laughed.

"besides, they'll love me," he started as he looked over to you at the red light, "i know you do," tom murmured, leaning in.

"the light's green."

"aw, come on, y/n, you totally ruined the moment!"

"it would have been ruined anyways, angry drivers honking at us isn't exactly romantic, babes."

"yeah, yeah."

soon enough, with some giggling and talking, time went by and you reached. getting out of the car, you straightened up and smoothed your hair. "tommy?" you asked, glanced at him as you stood in front of the front door.

"yes, my love?"

"my family, they, um, they can be a lot, okay? they want what's best for me, they just don't know that it's you," he took your hands in his and opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him. "promise me something," you murmured.

"yeah?"

"they aren't going to break us apart. because i love you so, so, so, so, so much, and you mean the world to me."

"well, darling, you are my world, and i solemnly swear," he put one of your hands on his heart playfully, "that they won't break us apart. nothing will. and i love you, too," he leaned in to kiss you, but you heard laughing and shrieking inside as the door opened. it was your niece, raja, or your sister priya's son. he was 8 and the most chaotic gremlin you knew, aside from tom.

"ewwwwwwwwww! they were kissing!"

we weren't kissing, but we would have gotten around to it if you hadn't interrupted, butthole.

tom leaned down to greet the kid, ruffled his hair slightly. "hi, raja, i'm peter," he said, changing his accent. you were slightly surprised that he remembered, last night you'd showed him pictures of your entire family, explaining who was who (you had a big family).

"spider-man!"

"shhhhh, you can't tell anyone! or the bad guys will get us!" raja giggled, and you gently moved him to the side, kissing the little boy's hair. it was the sweetest thing ever, seeing tom interact with the kid that way, and it made your love and admiration for him grow.

"amma! we're here!" your mom and dad greeted you by the door, and you bent down to touch your mother's feet, before realizing that you didn't share this detail with tom. but as you looked over, he was doing the same, and you wondered how he'd known. you did the same to do your father and he did the same to your mother.

your mom looked over to your dad, clearly impressed.

"hi, beta. andar aa jaa. sab aa gae, tum-he aakhiree ho. (come inside. everyone is here, you are the last.)" she gave you a kiss on the side of your head and you moved over to hug your dad as well. "hi, tom," she smiled.

"h-hello," he stammered as your mother gave him a hug, and visibly, he was surprised. you held in a snicker. tom moved over to shake your dad's hand, and the older man inspected him before giving a curt nod and smile.

you took his hand and squeezed it gently, kissing him on his cheek to calm him down slightly.

"there you are," your sister beamed, "didn't know if you and your hotshot boyfriend would show."

you rolled your eyes and gave her a hug. "love you, too," pausing momentarily, "tom this is d-"

"dia," he smiled, "it's nice to meet you. i've heard a lot." dia was your younger sister, age 23, she'd found the one last year and gotten married to him just 8 months later.

"all good things, i hope?"

"mostly," you chimed in.

a man appeared next to dia and you hugged him briefly, too. (there was a lotta hugging.)

"hey, tom, i'm prakash. nice to finally meet you. big fan, by the way."

you felt a need to interrupt, "me too. he's my celebrity crush."

tom rolled his eyes playfully, adding, "i better be. and it's nice to meet you, too, mate."

the four of you sat down on the couch, joining everyone else.

"priya," your older sister introduced, grinning. "raja's mom. and this is aditeya, my husband." adi leaned over to shake his hand and tom greeted him verbally as well.

"siddhant, my younger brother, but everyone calls him sid." not to mention, very overprotective. (and your favorite sibling.)

sid gave him a once-over and reluctantly reached over for a handshake. "hey, thomas," he nodded, unamused.

"relax," you mouthed, "he's just protective."

you went on to introduce him to all your aunts and uncles, and then finally, have some snacks.

"we adjusted the spice level," priya said.

"and there's milk," you added.

"nah, don't worry, i love spicy food," he waved his hand nonchalantly.

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, considering that he couldn't eat any indian food you made, you always had to lessen the spices for him, but it made a funny first date, for you, at least.

he took a bite of the samosa andhis eyes widened as he swallowed it down. 16 pairs of eyes  looked at him expectantly, waiting for a reaction."

"i-it's very good," he choked out.

"babes, you want milk?" you asked, knowing very well that he did.

tom forced a smile, "no, no, i'm good."

"okay..." you drawled. "enjoy then!" then you took a bite and beamed.

"i'm thirsty," you declared, to anyone willing to listen. then you stood up and strode into the kitchen, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

"you like him?"

you yelped and whipped around, seeing that it was just sid.

"shit, bro, you scared me! what the hell?"

"tom. you like him?"

"well, duh, why else would i be dating him?"

"how serious are you?"

"what is this? 20 questions?"

"just answer," he insisted.

"siddie, you don't need to worry," you said, knowing the childhood nickname would soften him up.

"i know, but-"

"no, look, trust me, he's... i think he's the one. he's been there for me like no one has. tom's so different, and not just a brainless actor. i know he'll keep me happy, and i also know that to him, i come before acting. he's made that a priority and showed that to me."

"i- okay. i trust you. and i'm happy for you," he leaned on for a hug, and once you broke apart, you poured the milk into the cup.

"who's that for?" sid asked. "you? did you think it was spicy?"

"no," you snorted, "it's for tom. he just won't admit he needs it." you walked walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, taking back your seat. you set the milk in front of you, taking a sip first.

the second you put it down, he grabbed it and chugged the glass, resulting in some stares and odd looks casted toward him.

"i- uh, i really, really love milk," he blushed.

"definitely breastfed," your mom said.

"is he really the one if he can't even handle the samosa?" one of your aunts chimed in.

someone got to it before you did, another aunt, "shut it, rashmi. always talking."

"oi, chup, (shush.) i'm looking out for the girl."

"how about you look out for yourself? oh, wait, you already did. and see how that went with akash?"

they went back and forth bickering, but you smiled, considering this as a win. who cared about what they thought? their judgement? yes, they were a lot and they were your family, but tom was, too.

you loved your overbearing family, and you loved tom.

[maple-the-awesome]

While the Night is Young ||

Pairing: Legend x Reader

Words: 2,079

Requested by anonymous: Can I have a sad fic with Legend (LU) reminiscing about dancing with the reader on koholint? he's my fav so he has to suffer 😞 One mildly depressed Legend coming your way because everyone knows the first rule to being in a fandom is enjoying watching your favorite characters suffer go through character development 💜

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Crowds are never much fun. Who actually likes being sandwiched between sweaty bodies, constantly elbowed, stepped on, or tossed around by obvious idiots who only ever react with a half hearted apologies? It makes such a simple task like walking down the street a total nightmare, although there might be a good exception for it today given that it’s currently the summer solstice festival in this quaint little village the boys have recently stumbled across.

After many long days on the road, most could understand the heroes’ excitement upon seeing the then bare streets lined with wooden stalls and colorful banners overhead. A local explained the situation, promising plenty of fun games and unique carnival foods if the group decided to stay overnight when the festivities would begin. At that point, there was little choice in the matter. Seeing the expressed joy on many of the youngsters’ faces (a great contrast to their original wear earlier), Time just had to give in to their pleas, agreeing that a deserved break could do them some good. 

So, as the sky began to mirror the colors of summer, from bright reds to pinkish purples, the once empty stalls began to open and the streets became filled with residents, many more than what was expected for such a small village. 

Wind and Sky, determined to win their loved ones some adorable stuffed animals, have been taken to blowing all their rupees at different game booths. Four and Warrior, on the other hand, have made a full on competition of this activity, betting who can win the most games by the end of the night. They managed to drag Hyrule into the fun, too, but only because of his utter amazement with everything going on (after all, he’s never seen any festivals quite like this before).

Wild couldn’t show any restraint when teased by so many wonderful smelling foods, in fact he had already snuck away for something called a ‘corn dog’ before Time could even finish laying down the ground rules for how everyone was expected to behave. Fortunately, Twilight has since stayed close to his mentee’s side to prevent any disasters like Wild poisoning himself or setting fire somewhere. He also may or may not have allowed himself to be roped into trying some very questionable and overpriced snacks (but Twilight won’t admit that for the sake of his own dignity).

As for the Old Man himself, he seems to simply find joy in everyone else’s from afar, although overtime, a few of the boys have managed to get him directly involved in festivities, particularly Wind who insisted Time tries winning Malon an adorable stuffed alien from a shooting game (he succeed on his first attempt followed by many other effortless wins once he got addicted, much to the little sailor’s awe and jealousy).

The only hero to not partake in any aspect of the festival is Legend. Interestingly enough, such a colorful celebration has actually seemed to have the opposite effect on him compared to his brothers, resulting in quite the sour mood shown through his bitter scowl as he stands outside the crowd’s reach.

He curses himself for even bothering to leave the inn earlier, only having done so to shut up Warrior’s claims about him ‘pouting’ as he’s apparently been doing this entire week…Okay, so maybe Legend can internally admit that he hasn’t been exactly ‘overflowing with friendliness’ lately, but he refuses to say it’s because he’s ‘pouting’; that makes him sound childish. He’s not pouting, he’s sulking (big difference) and it has nothing to do with this festival. He just doesn’t care to lose the entire contents of his wallet to rigged games and food poisoning on a buttered stick, that’s all!

If that’s the case, one would think he’d just sneak back to the inn already. No one’s keeping him here on a leash, in fact most of the boys are too busy losing their patience playing ring toss to even notice whether Legend stays or goes. Why continue to stand around being unsociable in the background, grumbling against a wall as others clap and tap their feet to a melody currently played by musicians near the village fountain ahead, especially when it’s making him so grumpy?

“Don’t you just love music? It’s almost too beautiful to be real - at least I think so anyway.”

Legend glances to his side, curling his lip in poorly mocked disgust that earns him the undeserved gift of an angel’s laughter. Even after all these years of developing tough skin, he can’t stand strong against such a sound.

“Oh, don’t be like that! I’ve seen you playing some of those instruments of yours, so you must be a fan. How many do you own? Must be enough to open your own music shop by now,” You tease, your voice somehow becoming the only sound around him despite all those who stand practically shoulder-to-shoulder in front of you both singing and laughing loudly…yet even you pay no attention to them, your eyes locked solely on him as if he’s actually someone special.

“I don’t have that many.”

“Well, as someone who doesn’t even have one, I’d say it’s a lot,” You’ve never bothered with personal space, too used to knowing everyone to wonder why it would be important, thus you’ve always practiced the same beliefs around him, showing no care as you lean against the wall next him, letting your arms brush enough to make him flinch at first before ultimately relaxing.

“Is it because you’re shy? I mean, you have no reason to be since you play wonderfully, but I still get it if you are,” You theorize aloud, still stuck on the same topic Legend wishes you’d change. Surely there’s other things you’d be interested in aside from his personal life. He’s only a simple traveler, after all, although the more he thinks about it, that’s probably what appeals to you so much. He imagines it’s rough being stuck in one place your entire life, never knowing much about what lies beyond the horizon until a strange, stranger washes up at your feet.

“I’m not shy,” He rubs the back of his neck, glancing away from you when he decides eye contact is too bothersome, “I just like my privacy.”

You tilt your head cutely with a hum before gazing back into the crowd (much to his relief). For a long moment, you keep your eyes closed and listen to the music, waiting to break the comfortable silence between you both until the song changes into something slower and more intimate than the previous, “...Do you at least dance in front of others?”

“Dance?” He scoffs.

“Yes, dance! You know, that activity where you move your body to a particular rhyme? The thing Hylians usually do for fun? …Or are you unfamiliar with that word, ‘fun’?”

“I know it.”

“Oh, do you now?” You challenge, leaning forward in an attempt to catch his expression, yet he turns his body away while biting back his smirk which surely mirrors yours; he can hear it in your voice, “Show me then.”

“Show you?” He laughs, “What? You can’t just trust me?”

“Nope,” You pop the ‘p’ then roll your eyes when Legend dramatically grabs his chest and flops his head back against the stone wall (something he does with more force than intended, yet he forgets about the pain quickly).

“I’m hurt! Here I was thinking I’ve moved on from being a hostile in your eyes only for weeks of effort to swirl down the drain -!”

“- You’re not a hostile, just an idiot,” You push yourself off the wall and extend a hand to him, “Regardless, I’m afraid I’ll need a demonstration in order to believe you.”

Legend glances at your hand, biting down his nerves which he prays you don’t notice. It really is a simple request and it’s not like you’d both be alone. Other couples are already dancing, some showing creatively in how wildly they move while others move slowly as if joint as one…It shouldn’t be a big deal to take your hand, but for some reason it is, the thought making his heart race.

“Please, Link?”

Your eyes are pleading and soon he finds himself too weak to ignore them anymore. Reluctantly, he accepts your hand and puts up no further fight as you then eagerly drag him into the crowd. 

Standing amongst all these people, Legend finds himself a bit bashful, wondering if perhaps this is going to be a mistake because surely if anyone notices you together, they’ll mention it later on and he’ll be forced to question exactly what this interaction means, but that’ll have to be a worry for later. Once you find a suitable spot close to the music, you turn around with a bright smile which is plenty to convince him it’s too late to back out; he’s already in too deep.

And so you both dance. Your hands placed upon his shoulders, his delicately holding your hips. You’re clearly no stranger to this art form, moving perfectly in sync with the rhythm while guiding Legend to do the same. He, himself, has danced plenty of times before during his journeys, but with you it feels different. It feels more special and natural with you as his partner. There’s a slowness to the world, one he feels all too often when in your presence yet this time, it’s amplified. He truly hears nothing from the crowd. Even the music is a distant echo completely overshadowed by your beauty as you sparkle under the colored lights above.

Legend normally isn’t one to let others close, often keeping them at arm's length in fear that nothing good will come from making friends, especially friends who he meets during his travels. You shouldn’t be different. He met you only weeks ago and isn’t quite sure how ‘visiting’ will work considering he ended up here by total accident. Despite every rational thought telling him he shouldn’t be getting his hopes up towards you, it’s all ignored when you allow him to twirl you around with ease until you return right back in front of him, the difference being you’re now closer, pressed against his chest instead of being kept at arm's length. 

You’re intoxicating. Like an alcoholic who treasures his last beer bottle, Legend can’t seem to let you go. He can only find himself smiling in a dazed sort of way - dazed by you simply being you as you slip your hands down to his chest and rest your head upon his shoulder. 

“...Can I say something that might sound weird?”

“Everything you say is weird.”

Despite his teasing tone, you move your head off his shoulder to look into his eyes with such a gentle smile that, for a second, he’s convinced he’ll melt, “I’m really happy you washed up on our shore. I…really like having you around.”

“I -...” The words feel trapped in his throat, wanting so desperately to be said as you wait patiently for some kind of response. He knows you won’t mind not getting one since you understand him as being the quiet type anyways, but regardless, “...I like being here with you, too.”

You beam - like a sun rising over the ocean, your eyes lit up and your smile glows. It not only means the world for you to hear that from the man who’s always been so reserved around you, but it’s also important for him to say himself. He really likes you. You’ve quickly become the music in his life - the rhythm he wants to forever move to and melody he wants to forever cherish. He’d be fine if you keep resting your head against him, humming along to the song that’ll forever haunt his mind…That’s how he wishes things had stayed.

In reality, he had remained silent that evening and for all those following, refusing an answer you unfortunately never pushed for. Maybe you already knew, maybe you didn’t, however neither outcome changes his inner desire for you nor the pain he feels every day without you by his side. He’s not sure what hurts the most anymore: the fact that you’re gone or the fact that you never existed to begin with. Now, he’ll never get to hold you again, never get a chance to swallow his fears and just confess his feelings to see how you would’ve reacted. All he gets is this agonizing memory that haunts him anytime he hears festival music similar to that night he spent with you during that summer solstice on Koholint…

[scarlet-witchery]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it��). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

[adoremexxs]

Hantengu Clones giving Reader a Lap Dance

Warnings: Sexual themes, losing a bet, Sekido being a brat and Karaku being his own warning

This is mainly just a quick post while I scurry to finish the part 2 of my stalker! Urogi story so enjoy.

Sekido

Sekido was not happy that he lost this bet.

A stupid bet to Karaku and Urogi.

“You have to, Seki’, you agreed to the terms so now you gotta give your precious (Y/N) a lap dance!”

“Shut the hell up, Karaku.”

So whenever you came home, Urogi and Karaku had forced you to sit in a chair.

Obviously you were confused.

You just wanted to see Sekido. And that you did because he emerged mere moments later in the funniest costume ever.

Urogi and Karaku had forced him into a tight black bodysuit that certainly showed off his muscular body. The way it gripped his curves and looked like it was about to break just from him wearing it made you aroused.

Sekido would never admit it but he likes it when you take control. And he won’t ever tell you that he really enjoyed giving you an…awkward lap dance.

“…Sekido, what are you wearing?” You suppressed a giggle, your eyes wandering all over his body and resisting the urge to just take him to the bedroom right now.

“Shut up, I lost a bet.”

“Yeah! Now you have to give (Y/N) a lap dance!” Urogi wrapped his arms around your neck from behind, snuggling his face into your neck. That infuriated Sekido.

“STOP TOUCHING THEM!”

“Jeez, okay!”

That was when the music started. Sekido was so annoyed. He didn’t have a happy face at all, rather annoyed. He’s always got a stick up his ass though.

As Scream by Usher played, Sekido had made his way towards you. His face was a similar red to eyes as he awkwardly grinded against you. You tried not to laugh. It was cute and funny that he refused to look you in the eyes while wearing this ridiculous costume.

Karaku and Urogi were cackling and clutching their stomachs. You were too busy focusing on the way that Sekido’s boner was brushing against you.

You probably would have gotten scolded by Karaku for “breaking the rules” but you run your hands up Sekido’s sides, settling them on his waist. You pulled him closer to you, forcing his body to be completely squeezed against yours.

It was amazing how much control you could have over Sekido until he finally lost it. Once the song ended, he immediately pulled away from you. The look in his eyes told you were not getting away so easily tonight.

Karaku

Karaku did this out of his own free will.

His precious (Y/N) deserves to have some fun! Plus he loves how flustered they look whenever they get spoiled with his attention.

You came home, none of his “brothers” were home because they had decided to go out. Karaku stayed home for his darling (Y/N) to surprise them with a little something.

When you came home, you were surprised to see that it was so empty.

“Karaku? Love? …Darling?” You walked into the kitchen, the living room, Karaku was no where. You were a bit sad that he wasn’t there until he suddenly wrapped his arms around you.

You practically muttered at the kisses being peppered onto your neck, “Hello~ (Y/N), I have a surprise for you.” You could already feel what you assumed was his surprise through his sweatpants.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.” You turned around to face him, he was shirtless, revealing his toned muscular body that you had left scratches and bruises upon many nights and then the obvious hard on in his pants.

Karaku didn’t give you time to process what he was doing. He sat you in a chair in the kitchen, played the music instantly and started to grind against you.

You let out a low moan at the feeling and immediately covered your mouth in shock.

“Nuh uh, lemme hear you, (Y/N). You know how much I love hearing you while I give you the best pleasure~ I’m the only one who is able to do this to you.” He purrs, sucking and biting on your sensitive neck while you tried to hold onto him.

“Sorry, love, but no touching~” He grins and it took every fiber in your body not to touch this fine man who always knew what to do to you. Karaku made sure that tonight was a memorable night for you.

Aizetsu

Aizetsu wanted to be more useful to you. Even though he is perfect already in your eyes, he feels that he doesn’t pleasure you enough.

He wanted you to feel good. Most of the time it is you making him feel good and being in control.

Aizetsu had done some research on how to spice up bedroom life and found a lap dance tutorial. It peaked his interest.

So when you came home, you were surprised to see a chair in the living room and Aizetsu completely shirtless with the tightest little shorts on and him standing there awkwardly.

You raised a brow, curiousity rising. “What’s this, Zetsu?” You walked over to him, planting a kiss to his cheek and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Uh, (Y/N), love, can you please sit in the chair? I prepared something for you…Since you are always pleasuring me.” You were even more confused but you sat down and the music played.

Aizetsu teasingly placed kissed on your jawline, leading down to your neck. He nibbled on your neck as his groin pressed against yours, making you mewl a bit. You ran your hands up his body and squeezed, pulling his body closer to yours.

He let out a soft sigh at the feeling of closeness. Aizetsu enjoyed it a lot. You even started to grind back up against him. It made him tremble with arousal.

“(Y/N), my dear, I love you a lot. Do you know that?” Aizetsu suddenly asks, pressing himself harder against you while he sucked and abused your sensitive neck.

You nod, holding back a moan, “Mhm, I know you love me a lot, dear. I love you more, though. You’re mine and only mine.”

“…Don’t say that or I might cum right now.”

Urogi

Urogi and you go clubbing. A lot.

It’s a way of getting the fun out of your ADHD boyfriend who is running on 2 braincells half the time.

He loves drinking with you. It’s a way to let loose and have fun.

He’s extremely touchy.

Especially in clubs because of gross men.

Like right now.

“Urogi. Babe. You’re going to get us kicked out!”

“(Y/N)! Relax!” Urogi giggles, his hands groping your ass, bringing your body to his. “Have some fun! Let loose! Fuck! I’d pay a shit ton of money to see you on that stripper pole right now.”

You roll your eyes fondly at him. He always loves teasing you and telling you to have fun and that you are like Sekido.

You let out a shocked gasp whenever Urogi pushed you down onto the seats, grinding himself against you while crashing his lips onto yours.

It was a wet, sloppy and incredibly drunk kiss. His tongue forcing its way through and exploring your mouth while he grinds his hard on right into you.

His hand found its way into your hair, running through it before grabbing it harshly and pulling your head back in an attempt to deepen it. His other hand found its way to your ass again and he squeezed it.

Urogi pulled away from you, a string of saliva still connecting your bruised lips, “Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

[noa-ciharu]

I can't let you have no ideas 😎😎 so that i send you FuuKam kiss prompt no.44---- but actually, i'd love anything you write XD

I promised to write submissive horny dog Fuuma and power bottom Kamui (ofc it's TRC one) so - 1.5k of kinks. It's neither smut nor sin-free, more prelude and loads and loads of UST. Fuuma suffering because horniness ate away his ability for rational thinking and Kamui reaping all the benefits :D

Sort of nsfw so under-cut

44 - Kiss out of lust

“Kamui can I at least sit beside you?”

For few seconds Kamui simply ignored him; at least pretended so. Then spared him a glance, like he wasn’t even worth one; crossed legs oh too slowly for motion to be free of any intended allurement and leaned back into couch.

“No”, syllable rolled of Kamui’s tongue; all too firm, all too teasing.

Little minx smirked down on him; rare occurrence to see Kamui being so bold, hence no wonder Fuuma thought of sight as enticing. Then Kamui tugged at leash; collar dug into skin, forced Fuuma to crawl closer to couch’s edge.

“Dogs stay on the floor”

Fuuma sighed and rested cheek next to Kamui’s leg; didn’t dare to touch Kamui directly without permission since Kamui was just waiting for next excuse to ‘punish him’. Who know he had it in him to such sadist if desired? On one hand quite delightful to see, on other nothing short of disaster; he’d get teased and denied any pleasure for god knows how long.

All this madness was his fault to begin with. Fuuma hated to admit defeat to own stupidity (more like horniness that ate away any traces of rational thinking), but it was true. Plan was to coax Kamui into wearing really revealing maid outfit around house for a day; of course things would get steamy at one point and they’d end up roleplaying and rest would be history. Kamui flat out refused the request – which prompted Fuuma to come up with idea of betting on who can last longer in bed. Usually that wouldn’t be a problem since Fuuma prided himself on pushing Kamui over edge countless times in bed all while he’s yet to obtain first orgasm.

However something went terribly wrong that night. Long story short - little tease turned into submissive kitten in bed, pushed all of his buttons and made him snap; really, woke up a beast inside of him. All in all, even if night was beyond pleasurable, from dusk till dawn, Fuuma only realized next morning just how badly he messed up. Of course Kamui didn’t pass the chance to be all smug and reap his rewards.

So yes, his own enormous sexual appetite backfired. And that’s how Fuuma ended up being Kamui’s personal dog for a day.

Shameful yes, but he wasn’t the one to be concerned by such trivialities. Fuuma would have gotten full kick out of false submission to, self-assured and equally excited behind facade, Kamui; but being on receiving end of denial simply excited too much; consequentially frustrated. Even if he wasn’t physically affected yet, mental arousal was definitely a thing.

Fingers combed through hair; took Fuuma second to realized Kamui shifted his head to rest on his knee. Caress was gentle, but Fuuma couldn’t help feeling on edge; expected to be put on yet another test of endurance. Mere imagination of what Kamui might do next had his mouth watering. Really, maybe Kamui had a point, maybe he was no better than a dog.

“Fuuma?”

Ah, the soft whisper of his name; it had no business sounding so alluring. Maybe his mind was in the gutter, maybe Kamui just went overboard with teasing. Really, Fuuma knew him better than to believe skin tight black pants and red short v-cut off shoulder sweater were coincidental.

“Hmm”, pets and strokes over hair felt way too comforting for Fuuma to not properly savor them. Rare occurrence to have Kamui being so tender and affectionate; it was usually vice versa, he was usually one to coax Kamui into cuddling and being domestic.

Of course, said domestic atmosphere was nothing short of illusion; sexual tension between them was so thick it was basically tangible. Kamui yanked the leash, forced his head up. Pain evoke, but eagerness triumphed over all wounded pride and physical discomfort.

The devilish smirk on Kamui’s face, it evoke lust within him; Fuuma felt heat rush towards groin at mere sight.

“Bark for me”

Refusal simply wasn’t an option; it’ll be an invitation for further cruelty. Fuuma sat down, gazed up at Kamui and complied.

“Woof”

Once more he was tugged forwards; this time he had to kneel up and lean between Kamui’s legs to support himself. Kamui wrapped free arm around his back and cuddled his face against chest. Then praised - “Good dog”

If he had a tail, Fuuma had no doubt he’d be wagging it; truly like a dog. Ah, Kamui was hardly ever this affectionate, this touchy; if situation was more casual, wasn’t loaded with tremendous amount of kink-play, Fuuma would be happiest man alive to have Kamui being. docile and lovey-dovey. He rested cheek into Kamui’s sweater, hands around Kamui’s waist and nuzzled closer; metaphorically on cloud nine.

What Fuuma wasn’t expecting was Kamui encircling finger inside collar and directly yanking him forwards. In next second gentle peck was laid over lips.

At that moment all restrains snapped. He’d be a complete fool to let such opportunity snap. Once Kamui tried to pull away Fuuma intensified the kiss; raised up on couch and trapped Kamui with his far larger body. Licked Kamui’s lips, pried them open; then started seduction for real.

If later on Kamui claimed he wasn’t enjoying being subdued, he’d be a liar. With eyelashes fluttering over heated skin along with muffled moans and whimpers, no way he wasn’t losing himself. Fuuma smirked into the kiss, triumph surging. Perhaps Kamui was purposely trying to wake up animal inside him just to be beaten into submission once Fuuma snaps for real; perhaps he craved being dominated but was unable to accept own desire for it. Whichever way, he’d be getting just that.

Fuuma eased away a fraction, licked Kamui’s lower lip; then rolled it between teeth. Moan after moan only spurred Fuuma on; heat pooling in groin close to unbearable. He couldn’t resist grinding against Kamui, couldn’t resist touching every inch of his body. Hands traveled from thighs to waist and back to ass; Fuuma cupped both cheeks and drew Kamui directly against him. Tilled head to side and pushed tongue inside once more. Oh yes, just a little bit more of intense making-out and petting and all Kamui’s resistance would crumble. If Fuuma had things his way, in less than ten minuted they’d be making their way to bedroom and -

- with violent shove he felt himself being pushed backwards.

Before Fuuma’s mind had a chance to catch up with happenings, his collar was tugged once more.

“Down!”, Kamui raised up over him and commanded. Yet with furious blush over cheeks, saliva dripping from lips and chest osculating, he appeared more debauched than intimidating.

Not to say Fuuma had no issues controlling his own panting and racing heart; as well as pulse down on himself; really, how he managed to get fully hard under less than a minute he couldn’t fathom. Of course Kamui took note of that. So he lowered back on couch and placed socked foot directly over bulge in pants; and squeezed. Fuuma had to bite lip to contain grunts and groans; didn’t want to give Kamui satisfaction of having him at complete mercy.

“You just can’t control yourself, can you?”, Kamui teased while stroking him far too firmly. If this went on, Fuuma had serious qualms he’d cream his pants from mere minute of foot-job. Pleasurable from hormonal point of view, but only in short-term since nothing could substitute finishing inside Kamui’s mouth or body.

“But-”

“Silence dog”

Fortunately Kamui raised foot up; not so fortunately he started rummaging through bag laying to his left on couch. Foot wasn’t laid back on carpet; instead Kamui hooked it over Fuuma’s shoulder, gave him more than suggestive view. Fuuma left his mouth watering, imagination running wild; erection twitched repetitively, at this rate he might cum without any friction at all.

Thanks to all pent up frustration and animalistic lust, Fuuma didn’t notice Kamui eased out a muzzle until Kamui actually started putting restrain on him. With little bit of fumbling zips fell into place. Bit uncomfortable and hard to properly breathe, certainly strange feeling; but Fuuma had no doubt he could get used to it, especially if Kamui got thrill out of teasing him.

“Undisciplined like an animal”, Kamui scolded however in husky tone, all while petting his hair and uncovered parts of face. Then leaned in and pressed kiss over protruded part of mask; almost like playing with captured dangerous animal solely beast you know it’s incapable of attacking back.

“Muzzle suits you just well”

For nth time Kamui regarded him with devilish smirk; grasped leash and tugged again. Clothes already too restraining, room far too hot for comfort; yet all Fuuma could do is sit back and endure. Maybe keep your dog on the leash wasn’t so metaphorical. Because once he’s free there won’t be force powerful enough from stopping him from tearing Kamui apart.

Heaven helps you once I get my hands on you Kamui.

[vexic929]

🍇🍉🍎🍒🍰🎂🍹🍕 for Berrie and anyone else :)

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Berrie is usually the friend holding the braincell lol they are generally the voice of reason when her friends get too chaotic (unfortunately their threshold for "too chaotic" is skewed, they're all just chaos when they're together, Eobard does not allow them all in the house at the same time)

Harmonic Sine is the mom friend, she is always trying to make sure her friends take care of themselves even if she's not doing so well herself

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

When Berrie was a baby and a toddler her favorite toy was Eobard's ring, much to his chagrin, so he ended up making her one of her own which they keep on their person at all times to this day

Vice has a bracelet given to them by their boyfriend which he incorporates into every outfit regardless of the style he's going for

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

Physically, Berrie has Barry's eye color and nose, Eobard's eye and face shape, and a mix of both of their hair colors, skin tones, and mouth shapes. Personality-wise, Berrie has Barry's compassion, geekiness, and selflessness; Eobard's obsession, volatility, and determination; and both of their intelligence.

Agent V-92 and her brother, Angel, are nearly identical in appearance (though not at all in personality)

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

He has! Berrie's first kiss was with a boy on his middle school chess team after losing a game and, consequently, a bet against him. That was how they learned they're not interested in boys lol

Soliton has not had her first kiss yet nor is she particularly interested in that part of a relationship, physicality is not high on her priority list, she'd probably be happiest in a long distance relationship

🍰: What’s something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Lying to Berrie is one of the worst things you can do to them in their mind, if she catches you in a lie it's over, she'll never trust you again

Anything that gets in the way of Aria's goals is basically a death sentence as far as she is concerned, if you do it deliberately you'll be lucky to survive longer than it takes for Aria to find out

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of them? How do they surprise people?

Berrie comes across as a ray of sunshine, which she is, but they are also terrifyingly obsessive and possessive - they're good at hiding it but if any of their friends were threatened or simply tried to end their friendship, Berrie would see red and the situation would escalate rapidly

Fire & Ice loves baseball; you'd never guess it looking at her but she follows the KBO League religiously and plays baseball with her younger cousins when her family comes to visit

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

Berrie never technically learned to walk, he went straight from crawling and scooting to running though his powers didn't show up until she was around 3 years old, after which Eobard had to keep a very close eye on her lest she run to the nearest toy or candy store - he did catch her more than once with her little pockets full of sweets

Soliton once met one of her scientist idols in an elevator at a conference and was absolutely giddy when he knew her name - she only realized after they'd parted ways that he knew her name because she was wearing a name tag

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Berrie likes to spend lazy days at dog parks, watching people's pets play and doodling or writing in a notebook

The Ace Arrow loves jigsaw puzzles and board games and will usually rope one or more friends (usually their roommate, Harmonic Sine) into joining them

[nosafeharbour]

Tataru’s Grand Endeavour thoughts/reactions (6.4)

I bet you thought you’d seen the last of Werlyt reaction posts. Me too, actually.

So yeah, it was kinda mid, but I’m so focused on the few crumbs I did enjoy that I can attempt to happily ignore everything else... LOL I’m more annoyed this will make people roll their eyes over Werlyt more than being personally disappointed, ya feel. The redemption arc in the eyes of the public did not happen. Oh well.

Albael still real. That’s still my seaside malewife. That’s good.

Giggles and kicks my feet

Oh my god, they were sisters-in-arms. As sad as I am that Tataru herself was not involved, maybe it’s for the best. Mehdjina should continue to live in ignorance

:)

I was wondering if Gaius would talk in such a way that this is the first time you meet him post-Endwalker, I’m glad it wasn’t! He greets you so casually. I don’t have to change anything I’ve been thinking about for them post-EW. This is just a fun weekend visit (they’re not about to have a fun weekend)

Uhhh so I just really hate all the fake Valens stuff, it just cheapened Werlyt and the only actually good Valens scene (the one where he’s killed). Werlyt was already a cringe caricature of MSQ characters, and this felt like a cringe caricature of Werlyt... LOL

MY HOPES... WERE RAISED... I WISH IT HAD CRASHED IN GARLEMALD... all the previous Tataru quests had a walking section with the main NPC(s) in an area seperate to their main one, so I was foolishly hoping for something like the Lochs or even Garlemald. I certainly was a fool

He is either saying this purely sarcastically to Albi, and/or making excuses bc he just really does not want to do it. There is no world where Albi is better than piloting than Gaius, but it’s funny to pretend. He’s being petty

I am immediately soothed by mecha anime cockpit scenes. I’m glad I had my Werlyt pilot glam on a plate from an art party a few weeks ago

I have been waiting, praying, and ultimately gave up on Gaius and Nero reunion scene since 2019. Oh my god. Everybody shut up, this is my everything

Half the reason I wanted to see it/was sad that it had assumedly happened off-screen was because I wanted to know what Nero would call him... in ARR it is just “Lord Baelsar”;

My, how long has it been, Lord Baelsar?

I had to stand up and pace around for 5 mins at this line LMAO

Gaius going “ah, so the rumours were true that you survived” is so funny. The “rumours” are just Cid and Albi mentioning him casually, Gaius just practiced this dramatic moment in the mirror for too long to not still go along with it when they do finally get to talk. Nero built the damn Mark II we’re chasing, did they simply not brush shoulders during Werlyt? This is so funny.

And then Nero just... I merely use my talents to save Cid from his own idiocy. And now, I am here to do the same for you. I love it so much

Nero dryly calling Albi hero or adventurer is still a charm point that I enjoy

Kind of wished I had failed the (cringe-ass) Werlyt rhythm game now just to see what he’d say instead of this... I’m still not convinced Albi is a good pilot, but she is a good marksman at least!

My mecha anime brain cell activated. I don’t care about things such as “quality” or “good writing”, I only care for Sonic vs. Shadow with robots

bbbbbbbbbb really do not care for this scene, but I do appreciate how much Gaius no longer cares for monologues and just attacked this guy.

A shame, really

I just like it when they are on screen

DID YOU... FORGET THE TIME WHEN YOUR LEGION KIDNAPPED TATARU... it was all very much spearheaded by Livia rather than Gaius, but... lmao. You’d best hope you never meet her, bud (shame they did not, would have been funny)

Mister Gaius...

Avilina being compared to Nero multiple times in this quest was cute, I forgot that they worked together. One of the engineers post-quest remarking that since she refuses to wear the Ironworks uniform, maybe she’d be content with a red version like Nero, too... they are two peas in a pod

Allie... cute!! You had to assume Terncliff had an orphanage, but I liked the confirmation/discussion

This is. So funny. He looks so awkward. I guess it is cute that Albi went to ask a favour from Ishgardian portrait friend at least

Cute...

I just cannot get over how awkward Gaius looks. He is so funny to me

:)

This lines up with Cid mentioning in EW that Gaius is terrible with words when he’s trying to be heartfelt. Charm point

When the whole squad don’t know a damn thing

I was wondering what the memento for the main Tataru quest would be... the main reason I like this overall questline is because Albi is a goldsmith who has a lot of sentiment tied up with jewellery. So not only would Albi be so down for helping with Tataru’s necklace, something from Werlyt in there is cute. Rose shells... it’s always roses... ah ah ahhhh (looked up to see if rose shells are a thing, they are not, they picked rose on purpose here)

I gotta let this marinate. Had no idea Werlyt even had beaches since they make such note of the cliffs being too high above the water to have any benefit from the ocean. See, this is where I’m getting my food

Was glad to see Severa and Val back on the overworld post-quest, but man, I’m so disappointed they weren’t even present. I’m just reminded how much my investment in Werlyt was always hinging on Gaius’s MSQ era... I miss Team Shadowhunter, I do wish Nero was here in-person and not just phoned in, etc.

I care deeply about Allie and the Raen, but mainly in scope of them being Raen and relating to Albi, not as much in relation to Gaius, if that makes sense? So this quest being just weird Valens and then only the briefest Raen kids moment was like. Okay.

Was sagely nodding after speaking to everyone else... heading back down to the lookout to see if Gaius was trapped in aimlessly staring at nothing for the rest of his days-- oh my god

Shut the fuck up. This is so cute. Immediately burst out laughing at having a really stupid 4am tweet made canon

THIS IS SO HYPER-SPECIFIC. Albi manspread confirmed just because I liked this new /sit idle they added last patch

And the book... just grabs this from my WIP notes, but post-EW Albi has been doing a lot of book collecting/restoring. I’ve had “Gaius reading the assorted books Albi leaves in his apartment” as a whole thing for like a year now. [shoves the rest of the quest out of the way] They Did This For Me

I’m so glad they gave him such a charming afk spot/animation. I can just sit next to this guy

In closing: Quest was not as good as I hoped (I wanted the same comedy-tint as other Tataru quests, having Nero/Sev/Val sort of there but not really just made me miss their absence more, Gaius still does not even acknowledge what we did on his behalf in Garlemald) to the point I’m pretty :/ about the Valens stuff, but... I’m too Gaiuspilled to let it bother me too much. Just like in EW, he wasn’t personally badly written/out of character, and I got enough little crumbs for my own content, that it’s fine that there wasn’t much actual food. I can cook.

One last thing actually: I assumed Nero was in Werlyt, albeit it behind the scenes, because of the “we found someone who knew enough about Allagan warmachina to build us a second G-Warrior, even if he was overly adamant about it being red” line post-Werlyt when you go look at the Mark II in the hangar. He says he’d hate for the Mark II to be destroyed in this quest + called it scarlet in a very endearing way that confirms that for me, but when you go look at it in the hangar again after this quest, it has some new dialogue. Mentions that it came back safely, albeit it with a few new scrapes, but I think that line replaced the “guy who made it demanded it be red” line which was the real Nero giveaway? I’ll have to go back through old screenshots, hmm

Anyway

I’m done now. I’m sure I will warm up to this quest and it’s weird energy over time. Albi’s booty call turned The Sorrow of Werlyt 2 turned book club

[stories-poetry4all]

After I got pregnant with his puppy, he rejected me and had another she-wolf mark him.

Today Jace is coming back from alpha training.

Everyone in the pack is on their toes to welcome back their future alpha, and the wide grin on Luna's face makes my heart dance with happiness.

I love her.

I, on the other hand, I'm anxious. I turned seventeen three days ago and I haven't smelled my mate yet. That's a relief to me because I want it to be him.

Jace is the only person I see myself with. I have been asking the moon goddess to make him my mate since we were young.

There was always a raw connection between us that made his parents, and most people in the pack believe that the two of us will end up being mated.

I'm scared. If I spot him and he turns out not to be mine, I will die.

I have loved Jace for as long as I can remember, and I am positive he felt the same way. Though we never admitted or acted on our feelings to each other, so if we didn't get to be mated, it would hurt less. That was 2 years ago before he left.

I don't know how he turned out to be, but I want him to return as the Jace he was. My Jace.

I miss him so much.

"Hurry up dear, we only have an hour," Luna impatiently affirms, but the smile on her face doesn't alter.

"Yes Mum", I answer enthusiastically, rushing to my room to get ready.

Oh, Goddess! An hour is so little time for me.

I need to look my best. Luna bought me a dress I should wear and I made sure to choose his favourite colour.

I know everything Jace likes and I'm going to make sure I achieve each one of them in the little time I have.

I have been living with the Alphas family since I was five. I don't remember anything about where I came from or who my parents are.

Luna said they found me in the woods alone crying. They decided to take me home in case someone came to ask me.

No one did though. Sadly.

So being the good people they are, they agreed to raise me as their own along with their son Jace. Who is two years older than me.

I have never tried makeup before, but Luna took her time yesterday to train me on how to do it. I chose a blue short flared dress that matches the colour of his eyes and also his favourite.

Goddess! He loves my long dark hair.

I let it fall in curls down my waist and the stupid grin on my face refuses to go away. "I'm so happy!" I shout falling face down on my mattress and burying my face in my fluffy pillows.

He left his phone behind. At the training, they don't allow them to have phones. I wish I could talk to him. We can't mind link either because of the distance.

It could have been easier if we communicated.

"I can see that sweetheart" I quickly turn around to her voice and her face mirrors mine.

"Do you think he is the one?" I sit up, flashing away the fear in my eyes. But my voice carries enormous hope.

"Of course baby, the moon goddess is not that cruel you know" Jace mum walks towards the mattress and sits beside me.

She is beautiful. Jace took after her blue eyes and brown hair. Poor Alpha got nothing.

"Listen, honey, I want you to be optimistic. I want this smile to remain no matter what today turns out to be. Just remember everything happens for a reason" She squeezes my hands and I sigh.

I don't want it to turn out differently than expected.

"They are here, you have your gift ready?" She quickly stands up and my heart beats. What does he look like? Does he still love me?

"Yes," I nervously headed to my closet to get the red box that contained my surprise gift for him.

My heart is about to break from the cages of my ribs. I'm sweating like crazy and my nerves are all over.

Please be mine. I keep chanting in my head.

"Come on" She takes my sweaty hand and I feel my wolf stir. She has been restless since morning. I bet she is happy to meet him too.

"I'm scared" I whisper watching my steps. Mother thought these heels would go well with the dress. I hate them.

What if I have to run to him and mistakenly trip?

The front doors open and the fresh air immediately hits me. I take in a greedy deep breath and it helps me relax a tiny bit.

Every member of our pack is present and keeps themselves busy with one thing or another.

My ears perk up when the sound of a roaring engine is heard and I swallow nothing. I can feel my heart in my ears.

I untangle Mum's hold and wipe the invisible sweat from my forehead.

Today is the day that will break or make me. All the years we shared, our memories, the longing we had for each other, but we chose to keep our sanity.

Goddess, please.

My heart stops when a blue Ferrari passes the gates and is followed by two black SUVs. His security.

My Jace.

It's him.

My wolf instantly comes forward due to the incoming intense scent.

It's strong, it's addicting and it makes me weak in the knees. The strong smell of wood mixed with masculine cologne.

"Goddess! " I breathlessly whisper, almost falling to my knees.

She heard me. She made him mine.

I can't move. I stand still and wait.

It's like the world around me is rotating. A nervous grin breaks on my face, followed by a giggle and I'm suddenly laughing like a crazy idiot.

Tears of joy breams in my eyes and I feel like screaming, howling, or letting out some reaction.

Everyone is watching, anxiously waiting for the perfect moment when he steps out.

The car finally stops and so slowly, the door opens.

My eyes have never looked this hard. The first thing he does when he comes out is look directly into my eyes. It's like he knew where I would be standing.

His eyes shine in recognition and mine does the same. My wolf slowly whispers the four long-awaited words and my grin widens to its full extent.

"Mate"

Jace is different. He is a lot more grown than he was when he left.

Slowly and steadily, I take a step forward then another. His face is still, he doesn't show any emotion and I wonder if my imagination is playing tricks on me.

Jace wouldn't be standing there and blankly looking at me, especially when we are finally mated.

It was our big dream and our main plea to the goddess.

Something changed.

It's confirmed when he turns around and opens the other door of his car. The action makes me hesitate in my movement. A shining red stiletto steps on the ground, followed by long creamy legs. Then nude thighs and finally the shortest red dress I have seen.

A woman's figure finally appears, with long red painted nails, blue dyed hair and finally red smudged lips stretched in a wide smile.

I watch in horror as my mate stretches his hand forward and she gladly takes it.

What is happening?

Chapter 2

I take a stumbling step back. My tight grip on the supposed gift grinds it into a ball of useless paper, but it does nothing to console my tensed muscles.

I can't watch this.

I slowly turn around and dash to my room. The only place my stupid mind leads me to. Everyone is occupied with the perfect view to notice the young girl in distress.

I don't believe what I just saw.

Is he silently rejecting me? How will Jace get himself a girlfriend of all the people?

The pain I feel in my body is unbearable.

My heart is aching so badly that I want to rip it out. I wanna cry but my tears refuse to oblige. This is shocking and I could never have imagined this would happen in my whole lifetime. Especially with Jace.

It can't be.

Jace would never hurt me.

I lock the door and slide on it until my butt touches the cold floor.

The window on the right side of my room forcefully opens and my gaze immediately lands in that direction. I didn't even smell him. I quickly stand up a bit nervous when I look into his black eyes.

They are as black as coal signifying his wolf is in full control. How could he allow our mate to take another she-wolf instead of us?

He is supposed to protect us.

"Mate" he whispers, hurriedly covering the distance between us. I don't move. I just stare at the boy I have loved all my life in sheer wonder.

He grew his hair. My Jace went ahead and pierced his ears, he is no longer the innocent boy I knew. feck! He used to hate tattoos, but this Jace had almost his whole body covered in them. Was it out of peer pressure?

Maybe I don't know him anymore.

The moment he touches my arms. It's like a big pull forces me towards him and overwhelming emotions take over. At that moment of weakness, my wolf takes control and everything else becomes a blur.

*

"I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened" he regretfully whispers while putting on his clothes. How I ended up nude on my bloody mattress, only my wolf could answer that.

From how shattered clothes are dispersed around the room and my aching body, my wolf went far. I don't blame her though. She's three days old and I haven't even shifted yet. She is still completely primal.

"Jace" I plead in a whisper to earn his attention.

"No one should know about this. You being my mate doesn't change a thing, Ariana. I have a girlfriend now" he never said my full name from the beginning.

The moment I told them my name he had turned it to Ana and it stuck. Also, Jace never used that voice on me. The cold commanding and threatening tone.

"You are my mate" I mumble in defeat, finally finding the courage to cry. I slowly got out of the mattress and fell into his arms. Jace does not hold me back and my heart aches more.

Is this really happening?

He looks down at me like I'm irritating him. "Please don't leave me, Jace, we wanted this right? We waited for so long for this Jace. We're finally mates" I desperately shake his arms like it's gonna snap sense back into his head.

I must look pathetic right now. He never wanted to see my tears. Right now he is staring at them completely unaffected.

"I don't need a mate, and this stays between us. My parents or anyone else can't know Aria. Don't you dare open your mouth? You wouldn't wanna test me" he forces the words out through clenched teeth. The veins on his forehead are popping and his hands are tight fists on his sides.

"Then why did you take my innocence?" I ask in exasperation not letting his body go. My body is nude and in pain, but I don't care right now.

"If you have a girlfriend, why take advantage of a mate you don't want, only to threaten her?" Goddess, he is hurting me. Can't he see that?

"Ask my wolf that" he rudely interjects, his voice the one I don't recognize. He regards me with no tenderness or guilt at all. Is this what he turned into? An inconsiderate son of a bucket?

Jace does one thing that finally breaks me more. He violently pushes me and I stumble on the floor with a hiss.

Oh! Goddess! I must have a terrible dream.

"Get out" I grit, pulling the sheets to cover my already exposed body. He is so shameless to stare at what he does not want.

With one emotionless glance. He walks away and It's like he just took my heart with him. I carelessly lay still and wail harder than I have ever done. He can't do this to me.

It was supposed to be beautiful. We were supposed to be special but he ruined it.

Jace took what he wanted and tossed me away like I didn't matter. I was living in my fantasies all this time. I have waited for him for two years. Counting every second until the moment I saw his car.

You can't do this to me, goddess. I have never hurt anyone.

I cry until I can't anymore. My wolf keeps whining but there is nothing I can do to help her. I don't know how I will get through this. It's pure torment, especially when it comes to someone I trusted with everything in me.

It's still noisy outside, probably the pack is having the meals now. Celebrating the return of their alpha together with his fake mate.

I slowly stood up and after locking the door and all the windows, I set a warm bath for myself where I drain more of my misery away.

*

"Are you okay honey, you look pale" Luna asks, opening the windows and pulling away the curtains, causing immense light to take over the darkness in the room.

"Just tired" I sigh, tiredly sitting up. My mind and body are completely worn out.

I can't believe he did that. And he had the guts to threaten me.

" I know it's hard dear, that's why I let you rest yesterday. Sometimes life doesn't always give us what we want. You have an amazing mate out there sweetheart, just like Jace found his" She rubs her palm on my back in comfort, but I quickly pull away from her touch like it just burned me.

I wish I could tell her his son is the one but I can't. Instead, I silently walk to the bathroom. I need another shower. Anything to keep me in my room.

I can't sit and listen to her useless advice and unnecessary console.

"Come for breakfast after you are done, okay?" I block her voice away and instead listen to the sound of the splattering water on the bathroom floor.

I don't know how, but he is going to regret hurting me. I bitterly think to myself and my silent wolf forcefully pulls up.

My body trembles in pain and thick black veins appear all over my skin. I gasp in horror looking at the bathroom glass wall and I'm perplexed to see my eyes completely black.

It's painful, I want to scream, but it's like my voice is stuck in my throat.

Then after a minute, a cooling sensation washes all over my body, making everything disappear. The pain and the veins are no longer there, and I'm back to my human form.

My body tiredly slumps on the floor and I feel so overwhelmed. I have never felt this way before, even when I was shifting.

What is wrong with me?

Chapter 3

Three months have passed and my life is more miserable.

I do everything in my power to stay invisible to everyone. Good thing, Jace took his chosen mate to the pack house.

I don't know how I could have survived if they stayed here. Most of my time is spent in the garden and watching movies in my room.

Luna and Alpha don't bother me either and I'm thankful for that. They think I'm still hurting with how the events turned out. I just wish they knew.

Since the day he rejected me, I cannot see Jace. I make sure my door and windows are completely locked every time he comes to see his parents. It's to my advantage I'm able to smell him from a mile away.

Unfortunately, today I had to go out. To be more specific, I needed to come to the pack hospital.

Two months ago I had an inkling that I was pregnant, but I refused to accept the fact. How will I take care of an unwanted child at seventeen?

It's a miracle I had completed high school before his return. It could have been a shame going to school with a swollen stomach.

I know his parents will surely ask who is responsible since they still believe that I'm not mated. On the other hand, I can't keep hiding it anymore. Alpha kids are born in six months while other wolf babies go up to eight or nine.

The pregnancy was inevitable. Alpha wolves tend to impregnate their mates on their first mating or when they complete their mate bonds.

I should have searched for pills but I didn't know who to ask. Also, it could have raised a lot of questions if I came to the pack doctor because werewolves rarely use them and no one knows I'm already mated.

My tummy is now visible and I have to wear big sweatshirts to hide it. I even learned the art of masking my scent, so my secret would remain hidden. I think now it's becoming impossible.

Yesterday Luna got suspicious, and she was about to start interrogating me when her phone rang. I had to run to my room and pretend to be sleeping.

Today I woke up so early before everyone else could and here I am. Worriedly staring at the man who has been running endless tests on me.

"You seem weak, do you eat well? You don't get enough rest too don't you?" He carefully looks into my eyes and I'm sure they hold no ounce of life. I feel like I'm a walking dead.

"I rest a lot and I never miss my meals" I instantly lie but he sees right through it. Who am I kidding? Sleeping is like an unimaginable miracle for me. My wolf is the one who keeps us going, I rarely eat. She is a strong wolf and I'm dying to meet her.

I don't know why I didn't shift on my birthday though. She just made her presence known within me but never came out.

"What happened to you Anna, did you find your mate? Did something happen to him?" I look down at my fingers and blink away tears. I can't answer that.

How will I tell him the truth?

" Does Luna know about this? I'm sure she would have brought you here sooner" the man continues pressing and I feel my composure wavering. No one knows what I'm going through.

"No, no. I'm okay really. You don't have to involve her in this" I quickly stand up and pick up my jacket from his table. I took it out when he wanted to draw blood from my arm.

"Sit down, Ana. They are here" My blood ran cold at his words. They will be upset that I lied to them.

"I have to go" I turn around to the door and there they are, Alpha, Luna, and the idiot himself.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she whispers, disappointment clear in her voice, and my heart aches. How will I tell them their precious son is my mate, who got me pregnant and he doesn't want me?

I can't look at him.

By any chance I give birth to this baby, he's not coming close to it. He rejected it when he rejected me.

"Who is your mate, Anna, who got you pregnant?" Alpha tenderly asks, moving forward and my eyes start to water. All kinds of emotions are going through my mind right now and I'm letting them all out through tears.

I would want to see Jace's reaction, but it would be so embarrassing to look at him. I still believe that I'm dreaming and that one day I will wake up to a grand reality.

"I.. I... he left" I stutter with a sniffle.

"Was he from this pack?" Luna walks in and drapes her arm around my shoulder. It hurts lying to them. It hurts that he is standing right in front of me, but he is not saying a word.

I remain quiet and instead, my crying becomes louder.

Without another word, I gently straighten from her embrace and walk out without looking back. It's better if I don't see him.

An immense pain erupts in my lower abdomen and I quickly sit up panting for air. What is happening?

It's only four months, it can't be labour pains.

The same pain reappears but this time, so unbearable that it has me screaming my lungs out. It's different from the one I keep experiencing. I concluded that maybe it is my wolf seeking to be let out.

Then again, the dark veins and eyes scare life out of me. I have never seen something like that before

It doesn't take long before the door bursts open and Alpha rushes in. His eyes widen in fear when he spots blood staining my sheets and the next thing I know, he is yelling Jace's name.

"We need to take you to the hospital, you will be okay sweetheart, I promise" he assures me moving closer but a loud growl l don't recognize, leaves my mouth causing him to take a fearful step back.

Strange.

"Jace" he yells again louder, pulling out his phone in the process.

"Why is this boy so stupid? " he screams, throwing the phone across the room and tries to move closer again, but my wolf won't allow him. " I'm going to kill him" he angrily mumbles to himself pulling at his hair.

"Let me help you, sweetheart," he whispers, holding his hands forward to show he is not a threat. Just like it happened when I conceived this child, my wolf takes complete control and half-shifts, alpha lets out a gasp and his eyes widen in fear.

My body is covered in black fur. My nails are black too and so sharp I'm scared they might hurt me. Werewolves don't have a shift, they are either in full wolf form or human.

It's strange to me, but I have no time to ponder about it when the pain strikes again.

Blood continues to seep through my clothes which are on the brink of tearing. I slowly get off the mattress with the intent of saving my pup. I can't let it go, it's my only hope.

More figures appear from the door and one of them is Jace. He has bloody hands and what causes more pain in every inch of my body, is the fresh wound on his neck.

He let her mark him despite knowing the consequences. He knew the pain I would have to suffer but did it anyway.

This is like a wake-up call for me, he meant it when he said he doesn't want me. How else would he harm us in this undeserving way? At least he could have let the baby live.

That mark is the cause of the turmoil I am in right now. Goddess please, at least save the child.

My wolf releases a loud warning growl and everyone steps back. I can see the fear in their eyes but I don't understand why. She is not whining about her mate anymore. Her priority now is to protect her pup and her human.

"How dare you?" A hard punch lands on Jace's face but he doesn't fight back. His gaze remains on me and for the first time since he arrived, he is not acting tough anymore.

He is crying.

"How dare you reject your pregnant mate for such woman, and let her touch you, Jace?" Alpha angrily shouts, raining punches on his son, and everywhere goes silent. Horrified gasps fill the air and I take that as my cue to leave.

I can't stay and have everyone stare at me with pity. Or fear.

Gradually, I start for the door while tightly clutching at my hurting stomach. I feel my strength fading, but I keep reminding myself that I need to get out of here before he hurts me more.

"Sweetheart, the doctor is on the way, sit down please" the crying Luna takes a step toward me but my wolf releases a snarl baring her teeth at her.

Everyone hesitantly makes way for us, sympathy and concern coating their features. Especially the females. I don't care if I die right now. I already lost everything that matters to me.

I leave a trail of blood behind me as I carefully take the stairs one at a time.

"Ana please, I'm sorry" his voice whispers behind me but I don't look back. I need to save my baby.

When we managed to reach the front door, I don't know where the strength suddenly came from, but my wolf started jogging through the thick forest.

Her movement is nimble and blurry.

The pain and the bleeding don't stop and I'm sure as it will be too late before I get any help. No one from the pack follows me. With the speed my wolf is going, I doubt anyone will surpass us.

I have never witnessed a mate rejecting their pregnant female. Especially alpha wolf.

It's something frowned upon and also, alpha wolves are most overprotective of their mates.

A speeding car almost knocks me down but instantly stops when the driver sees me.

My knees give out as the woman exits her car and rushes to me. I don't have the chance to see who she is because of my hazy sight. My world starts rotating and all I see is black.

Before my senses fade, a loud howl of pain sounds from the direction I came from.

A howl of pain and loss.

[cursivebloodlines]

📸 - logan

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s) | @overnightheartbeats | Accepting!

Dani dragged Logan to another museummmmm which he probably groans at to start with - another one? Really? but we all know he loves it really. Loves going with her specifically, even if it's just to take the piss and poke fun at everything there. This photo? Definitely the result of him poking fun while he was trying to take a photo of her. "How did they even use to wear this shit? No wonder they all look so serious in their paintings. It's a bit overkill, isn't it? How can they even breathe in that thing, especially with it coming right up to your neck? Do you think I bet I could pull it off? I bet I could. You think so, don't you? C'mon, don't lie." And we know what he's like, he just goes on and on and on. Resulting in a laughing fit on Danielle's end; he clearly captured the perfect timing because it's in the middle of her laughter which he finds absolutely adorable :')

She was having computer problems which she absolutely tried to fix herself sooo much before succumbing to asking Logan for his help. He totally was like 'why didn't you just call me in the first place????' and got the problem fixed in like 15 mins, tops! He had to take a photo to prove that he didn't always get on her nerves because look at that smileeeeee! We love them for it. :')

3. Probably was taken after a party and they're trying to find their way to their hotel room lmfaoooo. They're drunk and just laughing at nothing to the point where maybe Dani fell over lowkey lmfaoooo. Logan tried to take a photo of her on the floor because it's fucking hilarious but by that point, she's just sat up. Probably refusing to get up because now, the floor is comfortable. Thankfully not hurt, though that wouldn't have stopped him from laughing at her because he's terrible like that :') that smile on her face though! She's just adorable :') (He does help her up in the end, when they can finally get themselves together lmao!)

4. Can't imagine what time of the year this was taken at??? LOL! I feel like even if they go and stay with their fams over Christmas, they always have their own little Christmas too no matter what their other plans are. As part of their own little Christmas, they make it a competition to see who can find the most obscene Christmas sweaters. And of course, they take photos of each other wearing them, being complete and utter dorks. She totally won that year. But he thought it was too adorable, and definitely accused her of buying a reindeer soft toy and chopped it up to sew to her jumper. "How could you do this to poor Rudolph?" "How can it be Rudolph? There's no red nose!" "You probably cut that off too!"

5. They went out for dinnerrrrrr and Dani looks ready to chomp. How could he not want to take a photo? :')

6. Everything about this aaaa. Probably went out for a little picnic or something and look at the beautiful backdrop of flowers! Of course he would take a photo hehe. She's not even fully looking at the camera properly but that's okay because he thinks she looks beautiful anyway. So precious. <3

[nexus-my-beloved]

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

Holy shit YOU HAVE THE BEST HCS SKFSD

-Sam wearing Gabe's clothes is something I never thought of before but I bet he'd wear his jackets the most, Dean would notice eventually but for a while he wouldn't because Sam would stack jackets, but when Sam refuses to take this ONE off, Dean looks closer and sees it's Gabe's and is in absolute shock (I mostly imagine he is very confused that his 6'4 brother can wear the jacket of his 5'7 boyfriend who is in fact very small looking in comparison. He doesn't understand how it fits.) Also, GABE WEARING SAM'S FLANNELS IS SO REAL AND DEAR TO ME. IT IS SO DEAR TO ME, PLEASE. I LOVE IT. The idea of Sam looking for his favorite flannel and he can't find it anywhere and then he goes to ask Gabe for help and there he is, sitting on his bed and eating a snicker or something and he's wearing Sam's very obviously much too big flannel. I feel like it probably reaches Gabe's mid thigh tbh and he could genuinely be wearing nothing but that (and I mean ONLY the flannel) and he'd be completely covered and decent looking.

-FASHIONISTA GABE REAL (hc he used to bully Michael bc "I look sexier than you and pull off fashion better than you ever will" and would just wear increasingly more outrageous outfits that he pulls off entirely. Also, him wearing a leather jacket is fucking great I love that

-SAM BAKING SWEETS FOR GABE OH MY GOD. They absolutely would be that dumb couple that gets flour on each other, you can't convince me otherwise. And PUTTING FROSTING ON EACH OTHER'S NOSES AND CHEEKS N SHIT?? That'd be so cute but I imagine also Gabe getting some on his lips and deciding to make it look as suggestive as possible when he licks it off and Sam just gets all red and pushes him (gently ofc) into the counter and laughs.

-THEM FLYING ON GRIFFINS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?? But also Gabe flying with Sam just as an angel is the best. I agree with you that the teleporting is flying and he would definitely just scoop Sam up and fly him around

-SILLY GABRIEL PHOTOS!! Him just mid bite of something or talking or jokingly arguing with Dean or anything else and Sam just keeping little Polaroids is so close to my heart

-THE PRANK WARS WITH GLITTER GABE ABSOLUTELY HAS SOME GLITTER IN HIS WINGS FROM IT LEFTOVER. JT WILL BE THERE FOREVER

Asking for people's Sabriel headcanons pls pls pls I will love you forever I will listen to any and every headcanon you give me please I am just in need of hcs

[mrsjavymachado]

top gun class of 86' shenanigans

everyone knows maverick and goose are bestfriends and that they do the dumbest shit together all the time. whether in the air or on land, those two are never not fucking around, and the rest of the tg86 class love it. there's never a dull moment with goose and maverick in the mix

one day goose and mav snuck into all their classrooms early and whenever jester sat down there was a whoopie cushion, every. single. time. the first time it happened heatherly jumped a foot in the air and hollywood laughed so hard his hat fell off, which of course caused everyone  to laugh. so much so that jester, red in the face, made them all run laps until they stopped laughing. even viper cracked a grin at the outrage on jester's face, and winked at and mav and goose because he absouelty knew that they did it, and by the end of the day everyone else  did too.

another time, for sundown’s birthday, chipper left base early, because of course he did, and bought a pie. so when he and sundown sat with the rest of their class for breakfast in the mess hall, after everyone sang (butchered) a rendition of happy birthday, chipper told him to close his eyes, before smacking him in the face with the pie, a bright smile on his face as he yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNSHINE!" and then took off with sundown hot on his heels and pie all over his face. goose got a great polaroid of the whole thing and chipper  keeps it on the inside of this locker. sundown was still yelling about his hair having pie in it later in the day and did the same thing to chipper on his birthday. then it became a tradition for all their birthdays to pie each other. viper even got in on it and did it to ice, now that was a great polaroid.

another time, maverick and ice made a bet, and ice lost so his punishment? having to ride with maverick, on his motorcycle for a whole day. slider nearly pissed himself when he heard about it because everyone knows that mav rides but no one hates that thing more than goose and ice, especially since maverick refuses to wear a helmet no matter how many times they both try and get him to. mav swears they have meeting on when they team up to harass him about the helmet, but nevertheless ice lost and was now holding (clinging) to maverick for dear life as goose and slider were talking beside them. slider was leaning on goose with tears in his eyes as he watched ice yell at maverick about "not letting him die" before they had even started riding, hell the bike stand was still out, which mav pointed out to a very unamused iceman, sighing, maverick turned around and lifted ice's helmet up (he still wasn't wearing one) and kissed him softly, "ice, baby, i'm not gonna kill you okay? trust me." and ice begrudgingly did, so when mav lifted up the kickstand, turned around and reved the engine, ice relaxed just a little bit, then mav, being the lovely asshole boyfriend he is, turned around and sped down road with ice yelling in ear about how he was going to break up with him once he was off the damn bike and goose and slider, now watching with hollywood and wolfman heard ice yelling from down the street.

  when ice ice baby came out slider, mav and goose made it their ringtone for ice, and he has never been more unamused.

 goose and carol had ice and maverick watch bradley once and poor baby cried so hard when ice and mav left to go home because, "his uncles are so cool” and “he doesnt want them to go.” and from then on they've babysat him every time goose and carol need them to, and once when the four of them all went on a double date, hollywood and wolfman offered to watch him, and when they came home the three of them were cuddled up on the couch with hollywood's hat on bradley’s head, with him on hollywoods chest and wolfmans arms around both of them. goose took a picture and left them there before turning off the lights, carol decided that the pilots would get pancakes as a reward tomorrow morning and bradley got a few more cool uncles to brag about at school.

once jester were lecturing and hollywood was leaning back against wolfman's chest with his hat covering his face, hollywood wshipering into his ear, and jester barely glanced at them before clearing his throat, "gentlemen if you cant keep it in your pants until the end of my lecture then i’ll sperate the two of you." and then he was back to lecturing. ice snorted so hard he had to cover his mouth and chipper put his head down, but his shudders shaking gave him away. safe to say hollywood and wolfman kept it in their pants and moved a safe distance apart from each other for the of class. they didn't live it down for weeks.