#gonna just go jump into a well to calm down. eat some glass. the usual 😵‍💫

[dzmoot]

Boxin'Bee Lowell, the famous yellowjacket boxer. He had since retired from the boxing ring and opened a honey making shop with his wife, Bearnita. He was kind enough to speak with me for a few minutes, having been good friends with Snail Speedster and I was hopeful, through his connections with the warriors, he would know what became of the elusive Amphibislash.

Well, for starters, none of the Wonder Warriors were really close with Slash. He was always the curmudgeon outcast, always going off on his own and annoying the hell out of everyone, especially his brothers. Rumor has it that he's a frequent patron of the Bubbly Beer Bulldog going by the name Travis Toadson.

And my brain nearly bursted out of my skull like that of Froggenstein. I couldn't believe it. Why didn't I put two and two together sooner. The hobo looking amphibian with a beard scruffier than a Wookiee's backside, the gruff guzzler of moonrock ale who I passed by many times when I was at the bar, the one who often passed out at the counter and was swiftly thrown out on his buttocks by Sudsy, he was Amphibislash! I quickly levitated to the bar and wouldn't you know it, he was there! As usual, an array of empty or near empty glass mugs stood before him and Sudsy was already jumping down his throat about paying his tab.

Now, I'm not gonna say it again, Travis! You either give me what's owed or I'm making frog legs for dinner!

Travis rose from his seat and looked like he was going to implant his metal claws into Sudsy's nose. Before he could grab the bartender, I floated forward and gave Sudsy some money.

Here, I'll take care of Mr. Toadson here. I think I'll join him actually. Make mine extra foamy!

As Sudsy got to work, I turned to Travis who looked as if he was eating the dead flies that were entangled in his beard.

So what'you want, salamander?

I hated being called a salamander.

Well, it's Lotty the Axolotl to you, Amphibislash!

Travis took one of the flies he picked out of his beard and flicked it off the counter.

You'gotta lotta nerve callin'me that, sister!

I smiled. I figured that through all that unkempt hair and dried up scales was a soft, kind hearted teddy bear.

I'outta cut off your tail and pickle it!

It took a bit for Travis to calm down but I was finally able to simmer him and we were able to talk like normal people.

Just tell me about your teammates, whatever happened to them? Don't you ever wonder what happened to them, to your brothers?

Amphibislash took a big gulp of his beer.

No, I neverask myself what'appened to them because, well, I know what'appened to them!

My eyes lit up.

You do?!?

And then, he told me the whole story.

They went to stop that popcorn menace when they'ere intercepted by some weird guy. He looked like an overgrown, pimple faced toddler if youask me. He claimed he was some sort of magical being or something and he could give'em all magical powersor something like that. My brothers and Peebee all gotover their heads thinking this guy whom they just met'mind you was going to give them magical powers, but I was the onlyone that could see him for the lying vermin he truly was. Wouldn'tyouknowit, that goon turned the warriors into.....into....

He guzzled an entire glass of moonrock ale in what seemed like seconds, slamming the glass mug on the table as he let out a belch.

What? What did he turned them into?

Travis turned to face me, little red veins forming in his eyes.

Action.........figures!

I stood flabbergasted. It was the most farfetched thing I had ever heard. Some of the greatest heroes on this side of the moon reduced to plastic? He had to be joking.

Action figures?

Travis took another gulp.

Am I speakin'french? Yes, and that'swhat they get fornot listening to me. If they'd just listened to me for once in their lives, notofthis would've everhappened!

I went from flabbergasted to overly embittered in a matter of seconds.

That's not nice to say! Why didn't you go help them, try to get them back to their normal selves. They were your brothers, your family!

It was then that Travis got up and made his way to the door.

Answer me!

Before he said anything, he opened the door and out he went. I followed him to his shabby little house nearby, all cobbled together and looking like a construction paper house held together with tape. Spying on him through the semi-cracked window, he sat down on his dirty, ripped up couch with a spring out the back of it and held a portrait of he and his brothers tightly in his hands. He ran his long fingers across the dusty glass and I could almost swear a single tear trickled out his eye. Then he caught wind of me spying on him and tried to shoo me away.

Just tell me why you never saved the others.

Travis let me in and offered me a fly salad sandwich as he poured himself a mug of pure black moon coffee.

As'you probably foundout already, I had a rocky relationship with my brothers. Steiny mostly groaned and turned away when I was near and Incredi, well, he let his position as leaderofthefrogs get to his head sometimes.

Travis set the portrait on the end table nearby.

When the Wonder Warriors started breakingapart and this pimple faced guy showedup out of the blue, we had a big fight and I vowed never to speak to my brothers again. When I came to mysenses and realized I shouldn't hold grudges, I went to help them but it was too late. The pimple faced guy did his dirty deed and offhewent, never to be seen or heard of again. I'm just afraid that if I did getthem back, they might resent me, hold a grudge against me like I did them, maybe disownme. I just couldn't live with myself knowing I drove them away for good.

It was then that I gave the froggy a little pep talk.

I'm sure your brothers would forgive you, Slash and they'd sure be glad you rescued the whole team from that weird, pimple faced guy. You should have just given them a chance. I'm sure they'd give you another chance. You said it yourself, you shouldn't hold grudges.

Travis apologized and for the first time, showed me the metal claws. I stood utterly gobsmacked by the silver blades. I could even see my reflection in them.

The onlything I can tell you about this weird guy is that he was a Magituun and he had an obsession with the Wonder Warriors.

I stood and pondered for what seemed like a year or two, but then I put two and two together again. When I was a Pigpimples student years ago before I dropped out to become a journalist, there was a strange student in Dr. Funny's class who would sit in the back of the classroom and doodle the heroes everyday. He even had stickers of the hero's faces on his backpack. He had more craters on his face than the moon itself! One day, I heard him talking to another student about making action figures of the Wonder Warriors and keep them with him forever....and ever.

Aristotle Writh!

I've heard rumors of Aristotle's whereabouts over the years but nothing could have prepared us for what we found. Aristotle's mother was none other than Mera McWinglewad, my old piano teacher and she revealed that Aristotle was living in her basement since God knows when and never left, preferring to stay down there all day and play with his favorite "toys". After I joined her in a nice cup of darjeeling, she let me into the house and I floated down the crudely uneven cellar stairs where I was immediately entrance with all the Wonder Warrior posters and drawings that adorned the walls. Then, as if I were hit in the face with a moldy onion, an unpleasant smell filled my nostrils. It was the smell of the abnormally large foot I found protruding at the bottom of the stairs.

Why if it ain't my old friend Lotsy!

I groaned.

It's actually Lotty and we were never friends.

Aristotle shrugged and continued playing with his toys. Wouldn't you know it, the action figures he was playing with were of the Wonder Warriors! Could it be?!

Say, Aristotle....

He interrupted.

I prefer the title Supreme Overlord Aristotle. Plain old Aristotle won't do for me anymore.

I groaned yet again. I hadn't seen Aristotle in a long time and now, I realized why.

Ok, Supreme Overlord.

Aristotle rose to his feet, probably for the first time all day.

ARISTOTLE! IT'S SUPREME OVERLORD ARISTOTLE. DON'T FORGET THE ARISTOTLE PART!

I chuckled a bit.

But you said Aristotle was plain and old.

He looked like he was ready to devour me for dinner with his plaque ridden teeth.

IT STILL SOUNDS GOOD THOUGH AT THE END OF SUPREME OVERLORD! THEY GO GOOD TOGETHER LIKE...LIKE

And he picked up his Peebee action figure, gazing on it like it was his pride and joy or something.

PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!

As he looked down upon his plastic glory, I decided to pick one of the figures up myself. It was Snail Speedster and by the look on his face, he looked as though he was in pain, as if he was frozen in place, his joints held together with screws, forced to be played with over and over again against his will. It was then that I heard it, a small but mighty

Help....me...

I held Speedster closer to my ear

Help...

Suddenly, Aristotle pushed me away as he ceased Snail Speedster in his grubby mitts.

Keep your hands off my precious gastropod! If you chip the paint or break a limb, I'm suing!

I quickly rose.

It is true. You turned the Wonder Warriors into...toys!

Aristotle grabbed me by the tail.

You don't understand. I never had a lot of friends, still don't. The Wonder Warriors are the only ones who I could look up to, the only ones I could count on. They would never disappoint me. They would always be there for me!

I quickly finagled my way out of Aristotle's grasp.

That doesn't make it okay to do what you did! You never gave anyone a chance to be your friend! How would you like it if someone turned you into an action figure and played with you against your will!

A maniacal grin formed on the Supreme Overlord's face.

I'd be honored!

As Aristotle got closer and closer, ready to cease me by the tail yet again, I heard a slishing and slashing coming from the nearby wall. I knew in a moment when I heard and seen those silver claws...

TRAVIS!

NO, IT'S AMPHIBISLASH!

Without a second thought or with no thoughts for that matter, Slash started mowing down the shelves, slicing and dicing Aristotle's pristine, mint condition collectables like it was a hibachi grill.

STOP! YOU'RE RUINING MY PRECIOUS COLLECTIBLES! YOU'RE RUINING THE PAINT JOBS!

Soon after, Slash approached Aristotle with his claws.

Okay, bub! Tellme where my companions are orI'll still myforks in your face and make TOSSEDZITSALAD!

Aristotle looked scared as a deer in the headlights but grew a backbone as he laughed and pushed Slash's claws out of his face.

I ain't afraid of you, Slash! To be honest, you were always my favorite of the Wonder Warriors...WHICH IS WHY I'LL BE OVER THE MOON TO ADD YOU TO MY COLLECTION!

To the surprise of both of us, Aristotle pulled out a wand, a crudely taped together wand with some glue in fact and started chanting a spell.

Hasbrocus, Mattelicus, MCFARLENICUS, ZAPP!!!!

A blue spell emerged from the tip of the broken wand and to my complete horror, Slash was hit by it. Almost immediately, his body started shrinking, his joints started turning to plastic, his face froze in place, in a painful grimace just like the others and Aristotle quickly snatched him in his hand.

Hehehehehe!!!! Now I have the complete set.

Just then, he looked over at me.

Aristotle, WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?

He pulled out his wand again.

SUPREME OVERLORD ARISTOTLE! I have a complete set now and it looks like I've have the special edition, chatty Lotsy the Axolotl to go along with them! PREPARE TO BE PLASTICISED!

And as he pointed his wand at me and started chanting the spell, I quickly picked up a piece of debris with my tail and chucked it at the menace, sending him plummeting to the ground and breaking his wand into four pieces. Because his spell was interrupted and not properly pronounced, it backfired on Aristotle and he started blowing up like a balloon, bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter until he was hovering off the ground and touching the ceiling. He was so full of air that his voice became high pitched and his open mouth looked like that of a beluga whale.

HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP THE SUPREME OVERLORD!

Shortly therefore, his oversized pimples exploded, covering the entire room with pus. I quickly made my way out of the house as Ms. McWinglewad made her way to the basement to give Aristotle the long overdue belt beating he deserved. In my hands were all the Wonder Warriors, still action figures. How was I going to get them back to their regular forms?

I thought and thought until my brain was sore but I remembered my days at Pigpimples, particular a Transfiguration course I took. In that class, we learned how to transform spiders into plastic rings and back again, you know, the ones you'd sometimes get while trick or treating. I thought and thought again about the reverse spell, it was sort of like a poem. I REMEMBER!

RETURNICUS TO NORMALICUS PRONTOICUS NOW

PLASTICKY NO RIGHTFORME FLESH AND BLOOD

KAPOW!

The Wonder Warriors were back! They were so overjoyed to be tall again, they decided to make Lowell and I honorary members of their team. Peebee even offered me the position of leader of the entire team, but I was just a neophyte to the whole superhero thing and politely declined (maybe someday though). Lowell filled them in on everything that happened while they were away, and Patriomoth was quick to go see his loved ones whom he hadn't seen in ages. POW! Panda returned to the Bamboo Showman and made sure that no criminal overlords like Pawsta never rose to power again. Snail Speedster and Lowell became a boxing tag team and Reggie even invented a salt free alternative to Lowell's honey, because you know how those gastropods are around sodium!

As for the Frog brothers, they are closer than ever. Slash did indeed make up with Incredi and Steiny and started taking anger management classes. Steiny is learning to speak for the first time and Incredi is training me to become an amphibininja.

Yes, to say that the Wonder Warriors were making a comeback would be an understatement, but their big moment was on the horizon. Since Zappy, Kruonch, Hampire, Siobhan and Yam Yam were off in their space cruising sleigh, that left the warriors to take on the big monster that just so happened to be squirming about in the heart of Inkwell Village! It was the first big brawl I got in with the team and the first time I got to wear my superhero costume. I needed a battle cry like that of POW! Panda, but what would I come up with. After awhile, the answer was quite obvious!

TOONABUNGA!

[nongnaos]

Liveblogging atots episode 9!

1/4

Did they drag him all the way there? They must be very strong and very tired now.

Tian also getting to touch him for a little bit of comfort when he's ill. It's the little things... Lying beside him 🥺😭

I appreciate Dr. Nam apologising for telling Phupha about Torfun.

Tian's lips are such a pretty colour. As someone who gets red and blotchy and swollen when I cry I am very jealous. That being said, pls get him a tissue.

"I got to teach kids to wash clothes and brush their teeth" buddy you didn't even know how to wash clothes there 😂

Sooo... maybe he's questionable but... Tian's dad 👀👀😳 (anyone else??)

"Maybe Torfun chose you", maybe I'm crying Chief, did you think about that????

They're just so sweet and soft, I can't bear it. I am swimming in a pool of honey and my limbs are tired, pls give me a break 🥺

2/4

Communication kings strike again!

Matching couple's slings ❤

Ah beans. Chief no.. though it does make a lot of sense bc for a forest ranger he was spending a concerningly small amount of time actually in the forest.

I like Chief Khama so much 🥺

Dr. Nam the man you are. This show would not have been possible without you.

3/4

Dealing with your heartbreak through the medium of children's stories. It's creative.

This heartbreak is too much for me, there's nothing worse than someone lying about not caring for you.

I love all the scenes with the kids.

Seriously this show wouldn't exist without Dr. Nam. Also "if it's physically ill, that's my job, if it's mentally ill, there's nothing I can do" ahhh doctors dealing with mental illness are the same the world over. Horrifying.

4/4

That's the fakest beard I've ever seen and also how long is it meant to have been for him to have grown this beard??? Does it grow faster with heartbreak? Chief's been shaving 3 times a day and we never knew.

Sir.. that's your son's emotional support army officer you're trying to get him to leave.

I'm emotionally shutting down bc of this heartbreak.

The girls in their new years hats, they look like little princesses 🥺

Three of those stars just turned off, he's never gonna get to 1000 if they're at that 😐

Gays be like "no we never officially dated, yes we are engaged, no we are still not together" 🙄

Don't let the jokes fool you, every part of me is in pain from this.

Me 🤝 Tian : hating the beard. But the trust in letting someone shave you 😳

[mazuwii]

Porco SFW Alphabet

Well hello there

I got a request from tumblr to do this and honestly I myself wanted to as well so 🤷‍♀️

—A (Affection, how affectionate are they?)

•In front of everyone, Porco is this tough guy who never breaks his strength facade. But behind closed doors, he's curled up in your side and  hugging you as you play with his hair

•Please, he acts like an entitled cat when you're both alone, constantly demanding attention from you.

•I guess in return, he messes up your hair. Not even in private, in front of people. The smile he gives you makes others so jealous, poor guy even scrunches his nose when he smiles at you. He doesn't even know he's doing it

(For reference, he's smiling like a tiktok girl💀💀)

—B (Best friend, how would he be like as a best friend?)

•He actually disliked you at first 💀

•He'd witness you helping other people, reaching unnecessary measures just to be kind and it confused him. A midst all this war, all this starvation in the town and you still give up what you need for people who want?!

•So there he was before you, bullying you. He was around 11 years old at this point, deep down he knew he had a crush on you. That's why he'd protect you behind your back, watching over you and hurting whoever dared to try anything on you.

•His bullying was never horrific it was just usual teasing, taking your things and making fun of them while holding it away from you.

"What're you gonna do about it?" He'd say, looking at you with a smug grin. "Porco, I'd let you keep it but I can't see without my glasses."

"Mhmm?" His eyes would go soft as you jump and try to catch them, he was soft... for you.

•When you both grow he kinda realises just how fucked up he was, to show his love for you by bullying you. But like here he is at twenty years old, trying to win your love all over again.

•he does this by getting you small things, hair clips, snacks when he feels like you aren't eating but he'd play it off as: "Oh this? It was but one get one free so-" (it was not buy one get one free 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

•he's been known to insult Reiner for being a coward but sheesh Porco turns into red goo anytime he's around you, he's so flustered and ends up smacking himself anytime you leave the room because he thinks he embarrassed himself. Poor dude

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Porco sleeps like a fragile yet sassy princess, and I mean he loves it when you spoon him.

•Once he was tossed away from you, just to catch some cool air, and before he knew it, your arms snaked slowly around his waist, making him feel like the precious little prince he always wanted to be.

•He turned into mush honestly, his heart melted and he held onto your hands. "I love you Y/n." He said in a sung tone.

•You grumbled it back, cuddling into his shoulders.

•But he does love to hold you too, with his legs and arms caged around you. It's actually a pillowy type of cuddle, Porco has more fat than muscle so he's really soft to hug (probably feels amazing to cuddle)

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down?How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•I headcannon that Porco is Italian and his mum didn't bullshit around with him. She taught him and Marcel how to clean and cook in case anything happens to her one day.

•He actually washes dishes to calm himself down after a work out, it's psychopathic but he finds the foams and scrubbing the grime off relaxing.

•He usually cleans and you cook but the jobs are evened out, he'll help you chop shit up while you do the actual heating, mixing stuff like that.

And when you're done, he does the table, you do the floor then you guys balance out the dish work by

You cleaning them and handing it to Porco to dry it and set it in the counter, tidy and neat

—F (Fiance(e). How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•He is head over heels for you but plays it cool. Porco and you are engaged until you can afford the wedding (which I know sounds stupid but trust me on this)

•The wedding for some reason, is big and expensive, and he decided to wear a white suit and sunglasses, though you recall Zeke taking them off of him and saying he looked like a Roblox character with them on.

•I swear they all made fun of him before the wedding started, just teasing the living life out of him. Reiner was sort of just there, Porco had no idea why he invited him but he did, he respected Reiner, even if he looked incredibly out of place.

•After you two say your vows and shit and go enjoy the party he could see you talking to him and a vein was visibly popping out of Porco's forehead. Why he gets so insecure about Reiner? No one knows

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•Incredibly gentle with you, he just views you as this beautiful pearl that he somehow managed to get through and now that he's got you he won't let anyone lay a scratch on your perfect little self

•He thinks that but will still bully you (lovingly ofc)

•his constant teasing always earns slaps from you and demands that he should be nicer to you. He always apologised with a small grin, kissing your cheek

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•When he hugs he likes to jokingly rest his forehead in yours, because he thinks the close up in your face is funny. He's so cute up-close, his eyes are doe, and when he smiles it's full of innocence. You'd say the animal he looks most like is a seal. A cute baby seal.

•When it's cold out, Porco likes to unzip his coat and open it up (like it's his wings that close around you) as an invitation for you to hug him so he can wrap the coat around you both, it's always so warm in there. (Do you guys know what I'm talking about?)

"Feels warm huh?"

You nod silently, too distracted by the tingles his touch and body heat gave you. "You won't find this kinda heat anywhere, not even in the best radiators."

He just likes bragging, he doesn't even realise he compared himself to a radiator.

•Or perhaps if it isn't winter, he just likes having you on his lap while he's doing something or even talking to someone. You're just there's as if you're his plushie or something.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word?)

•He was watching you with a smile as you mopped the floor to an old 80s song, shaking your little booty around and changing your voice pitch to match the crazy beat of the song

•When the song finished so did you, you were putting everything away when he just randomly hugged you from behind, "I love you so much. God, you're so weird but I love you."

•You can't blame Porco for bullying you before showing you some love he just can't be soft without making a joke out of it

J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

•Very Jealous, more jealous than any of the characters I've written so far. He just doesn't wanna share you with anyone, you're his and no one else's.

•But he isn't controlling he just doesn't like anyone flirting with you even if it's a joke. Or even touching you too much.

•When Porco is jealous he usually is upfront about it, but it's kinda more funny, he was sat in between you and one of your old friends. He kept complimenting your dress and how you managed to get such a beautiful design and when he tried to reach to touch the frantic again Porco straight up slapped his hand.

•you tried to keep a straight face but you began laughing, porco just straight up slapped his hand😭

—K (Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

•I can describe it as hungry

•Acting as if it's his last day on earth with the way he's kissing you like chill... you're probably departing with swollen lips☠️🗿

•His favourite part to kiss is your cheeks, he'll grab your face and kiss your cheek but then decide that it simply isn't enough... so he starts kissing your left and then your right, repeating this until you stop him.

•Even when you grab his face and giggle out for him to quit it, he doesn't.

"You're *smooch* just *smooch* too *smooch* cuteeee *SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH*-

•As for Porco, he doesn't really care where you kiss him but he always gets this fluttery feeling in his chest anytime you settle in between or on his thighs and kiss gently at his lips.

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•He's usually grumpy in the morning, he absolutely hates the sun light, the loud ass pigeons mating like dirty whores at 7 in the morning, and how you two broke the comfy cuddle position during the night.

•"I'm hungry." He grumbled as he pulled your hips onto his. "Yeah? Why don't we get up then? We can make pancakes together."

•I can't be bothered."

You crossed your brows, deciding to threaten him, "I'll put chocolate inside of yours if you don't get up now."

"You're literally so mean to me babe, and for what?" He moaned like a child. You were only kidding, you were more than happy to do something nice for him in the morning. You ruffled his soft hazel hair and left him to melt into the mattress.

He'd come down soon. Lord knows when.

N (Night (How are nights spent with them?)

•While his mornings are usually rough, the night is his favourite part of the day. He likes to do his skincare routine with you. The one he didn't have until you met him.

•You two make each other laugh in the bathroom as you prepare yourself for bed. You sit on a stool and brush his hair out, eyeing the gel on his side of the counter. "It's a shock that you haven't finished the gel in a matter of two days."

He grunted in response, "I don't use that much."

It's also kind of a part of the routine that when you finished brushing his hair out you kiss his head and stroke his cheek from behind (no one knows why his cheeks are so soft and chubby😭😭😭)

"Can I choose the background noise today?" You'd ask as you stumble into the bedroom together. "Sure, go ahead." He nudged the remote over to you. You put on whatever subliminal/movie/commentary, whatever you like to watch on TV and fell back against the bed

•the beginning position is your head on Porco's chest as he brushed through your strands with his fingers, curling it from time to time (he has those vibes) or if your hair isn't like that then he'd rub your back or trace patterns on your waist

—O (Open. When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•While Porco is soft towards you, his emotions and past are a brick wall that you have to get through. He thinks it makes him less manly to talk about his emotions or even show any emotion so it takes a while for you to push through.

•you sometimes catch him staring at boys hanging out with their brothers, pursing his lips when he catches you noticing him.

When you ask about it, he just sighs and says "I miss him..."

•I doubt you'd be able to see tears very often, he just refuses to.

•If he did cry he'd want to hide his face from you, probably preferring that he hides his face in your chest or the crook of your neck while he lets it out

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Porco is patient with you, always. Just not with other people and he tends to sometimes get into arguments with people that requires you to drag Porco away before anything goes too far.

•He'd die before having any intention of scaring you

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•He's a simp that refuses to admit he's a simp. He remembers a lot of detail about you and you can see it in the gifts he gets you. Sometimes he'll just make up holidays just to give you something because he couldn't wait till your birthday

•it was such a coincidence, he was searching for something he needed to buy online and saw a pop up of something you mentioned the other day. He forgot to buy what he needed but hey at least he succeeded in getting you something you treasure.

•(He goes so soft when he sees you treat the things he gets you with such softness, all because he got it for you 😞♥️)

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•This moment marked the day he knew he could truly be vulnerable around you.

It was cliche really. Instead of him hiding under the table, it should be you. After all, you're the girl. Shouldn't you be the one that's scared of the thunder?

He sighed and hugged his knees, trying to calm his beating heart down by convincing himself that the world wasn't ending and that it's just thunder. Whatever myth his mum told him when he was younger was nothing but a story. A small tale.

The storm had gotten worse, with more lightening and colder air rushing in through the tiny cracks of the windows. The noises were so loud he didn't notice you walking in, squatting down when you noticed his shrek slippers sticking out from the office table.

"Pocky?" You rested your hand on his knee, cocking a brow at him, "Are you okay?"

"Mm, yeah I"- thunder clapped and before you knew it, he screamed, sheltering his head with his hands. "Porco? Are you afraid of..."

"No..." You gave him a stern look, telling him that he shouldn't be scared of admitting the truth. "I... kinda...?"

"I turned the central heating on, would you like to distract yourself? I can put some earphones on you and massage your head, or we could cuddle and listen to the rain- oh you really like *any show* we can watch that while the storm calms down-"

He listened fondly as you rambled on about solutions to help him with his issue, his small childish issue that he didn't want to burden you with.

Later on he learned to like storms, cuddled up on your chest as you thread through his hair with his favourite show on in the background and the storm being the perfect excuse for extra blankies. There isn't any place he'd rather be at right now.

Without a word, he kissed your throat and nestled himself back into his usual position, grinning in comfort.

S (Security. How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

•Extremely protective, he wouldn't let anyone even say something that could hurt your feelings and if they did, he'd beat them up. Big or small 😌👋🔪

•Porco likes to wrap his arm around you when you go out in public or intertwine your hand with his and bury it in his coat pocket. Even when someone gives you threatening or dirty looks he likes taking your hand and kissing it while staring right into their eyes

•to feel protected he likes your hands on him, like playing with his hair, rubbing sore body parts, and just resting your palm on him. He just likes feeling you next to him

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•A lot of effort, you're literally his pearl. What wouldn't he do for you 🥺

•For anniversaries you guys go out together and plan the entire thing the night before, he really wants you to feel special for the day and will melt when you do the same back for him

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

•his constant boasting, you wouldn't care if the evil eye wasn't a thing. Just the pure fear someone would be jealous of you and the envy would ruin your lives terrify you

•He just can't stop bragging about you or himself😞♥️

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•He does take care of himself, his hair, his skin, he makes sure not a peep of hair pops out of his chin. He doesn't like facial hair and doesn't want to burden you with it.

•Most times he'll get ready for a day and ask you if he looks like a handsome devil while rubbing his chin

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•How could he feel whole without you after learning your casual phrases, your stupid inside jokes that always makes him crack a smile when he's alone

•He sometimes wonders what a life without you would be like and it makes him shiver inside it just doesn't feel right.

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•He smells really good, like mint and leather. And since he doesn't smoke he's probably one of the only warriors with perfect teeth

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He hates people that think being horrible or mean is being tough. Porco likes to think of himself as gangster with a heart of gold 😎🗿

•But yeah if you brag about stupid shit like wanting to hit kids or kill animals he genuinely gets the ick from you (if you are like that just please don't talk to me lol💔

Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

•He arches his back at random moments to stretch. It's so cursed. There's no lights and the bed is slightly bouncing and dipping because he's doing this suspicious stretch

•Idk it could be that he gets horny, especially early in the morning. He's just never bothered to actually fuck you that early

Authors note:

I've been ghosting my maths teacher for 4 days now

Wanting to die is an understatement

[saintlike78]

Bad day [D.M.]

Parings: Husband! Draco Malfoy x fem! Reader

Words: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N comes home from work after having the worst day and doesn’t want Draco to see her sad, so she decides to go past his office without greeting him. Draco thinks she’s being bratty and goes to punish her but finds her crying and comforts her instead.

Warnings: NSFW 16+, shower sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, slight fingering, unprotected sex, reader being sad.

You loved your job, it made you so happy, most of the time, but today you wanted to either scream, cry or pull your hair out, purely out of frustration.

Closing the front door gently, hoping your husband wouldn’t hear you come home, you quietly remove your shoes and coat.

Usually, you loved coming home after a long day of work to see Draco, working away in his home office, or with dinner ready for you to eat together. Today was different, you could feel a breakdown slowly creeping up on you and you really didn’t want to burden Draco with a crying mess, when he was also stressed with his own work. You knew Draco would always comfort you when you’re feeling down, but it still made you feel guilty.

Moving your feet quietly down the long hallway that led to your bedroom, but said hallway unfortunately also housed Draco’s office. The door to his office was open and you could hear him typing away on the keys of his computer, soft music filling the background. During any other normal day, you would make your way into said office and greet him with a kiss and sometimes you would stay and watch him until he was done with work, making this a little routine.

As quickly as you possibly could, you breeze past the office, praying he was too busy to notice you.

Alas, this is Draco we’re talking about, so of course, he noticed. He had heard the front door click shut and heard your soft footsteps make their way down the hall, he had expected them to lead to him, but was very surprised when your figure passed by the door, without even a small greeting. Furrowing his brows, Draco shut his laptop and stared at the doorway, almost expecting you to come in laughing because he was half expecting your action to be a joke. When you didn’t appear, but instead heard the water from the shower running, coming from the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom, he could feel the annoyance building.

You weren’t exactly a stranger to being a bit bratty, to rile him up, so Draco’s mind instantly jumped to this conclusion, maybe you just wanted attention and that was exactly what you were going to get.

Getting up from his office chair, Draco made his way into the bedroom where he could see your work clothes thrown haphazardly in a path leading to the bathroom.

Smirking, he opened the door as quietly as possible, as to not alert you of his presence and he slowly slid into the bathroom.

You were in the shower, facing away from him, the water engulfing your head to muffle out the sound of the outside world, your salty tears mixing with the warm water from the shower. You knew Draco would probably hear the shower running, but that he hopefully would be too busy with work to think about it.

Ridding himself of his own clothes, Draco’s mind was racing, thinking of what kind of punishment he would bestow upon you for ignoring him.

Walking behind the glass of the shower, Draco stood and took a moment to admire you from behind, thinking about how lucky he was (and also about ravishing you, but mostly admiring).

“So, what makes you think it’s okay to ignore me, darling?” Draco started, finally announcing his presence.

His voice behind you startled you a bit and made you jump slightly, but you still didn’t turn around to meet his gaze, not wanting him to see you bawling your eyes out because of something as silly as work.

When you didn’t turn, Draco just assumed you were testing his patience, so he walked closer to you, so close you could feel the heat radiating his body.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, I don’t appreciate this bratty behavior,” he said as he grabbed your arm to get you to turn around, but you just shook your head.

Draco was suddenly confused; normally when you were being bratty, you would always come with a snarky comment or directly test his patience, not actually ignore him.

He grabbed both your arms, forcing you to turn, and that’s when he saw your red puffy eyes, he only assumed they were accompanied by tears, but the water from the shower disguised them. Your body was quivering slightly as you took shaky breaths, still not looking him in the eye.

“Darling… what’s the matter?”

You shook your head again, knowing that if you started talking your voice would break and a fresh set of tears would make their way out. Draco just took your body and wrapped you in his arms, hugging you tightly against his bare chest.

As soon as his arms were around you, you buried your face in his chest and the tears started again, making you let out small sobs against him.

Stroking your back gently he tried getting you to talk again, “baby, can you tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you? Was it something I did?”

“No,” you hiccuped as you spoke, “you didn’t do anything… I just had a very bad day at work, and I didn’t want to bother you while you were working.”

“My darling,” he cooed, “I’m always here for you when you’re having a bad day, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me… you’re not a bother, I always want to help you feel better.”

Retracting your face from his chest so you could look at his face, finally meeting his eyes, still in his arms, you gave a small nod.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” he asked, still stroking your back.

“Not right now,” you started, your tears having calmed down, “I just want to not think about it.”

Draco nodded and smirked slightly. “I might have a way to take your mind off it.”

You shook your head, trying to hide the small smile that was working its way onto your face.

“Oh? And what might that be?”

His smirk only grew at your response, “I could wash your hair.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head once again at his little game.

“Okay, you can wash my hair,” you said and tilted your head up slightly and puckering your lips, silently asking for a kiss.

Draco grinned and bent his head down to meet your lips in a short, but loving kiss.

Grabbing your shampoo from the shelf he squirted some in his hand and brought it to your hair, slowly lathering it up and massaging it in. You let out a sigh of contentment, enjoying the way his long slender fingers worked their magic on your scalp.

After rinsing your hair of the shampoo, applying conditioner, and rinsing that as well you thought you would be done, but Draco, as always, had different plans.

“Now, darling, your hair is nice and clean, but we’re still missing one step,” he said with a smirk and a playful look in his eyes.

You cocked your head a tad, asking him a silent question with the action, wondering what he had in mind.

Smirking even wider, he grabbed the small showerhead and also turned off the overhead shower. Turning on the smaller showerhead and setting the water pressure to the highest setting, it clicked in your brain what he was going to do, and your stomach flipped with excitement and you could already feel your arousal start to seep out.

Gripping your waist, he held you close, but still left a gap between you, making room for the showerhead. Slowly, he brought the showerhead over your stomach and guided it downwards, pausing right above your heat, but not for long. Finally, he brought it down so the water could hit your clit perfectly, making your breath hitch and then letting out a long breathy moan. The pressure from the water was making your knees quiver and you reached one hand up to grab Draco’s shoulder and the other gripped his bicep to keep yourself upright.

The moans you were letting out were going straight to Draco’s, already painfully hard, cock.

“You make such pretty noises, princess.”

Getting closer and closer to your release, you started to slowly move your hips to create a nice pulsing friction against your clit. Draco, of course, noticed and smirked, your moans and whines enough confirmation that you were close.

“You gonna cum for me, my beautiful girl?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer from the way your grip on his shoulder and bicep was tightening more by the second.

Nodding, you let out a breathy whine as your orgasm finally took over, making your knees quiver and body shake with pleasure. If Draco hadn’t been holding you up by your waist, you surely would have crumbled to the ground.

Draco turned off the water for the small showerhead, but turned the large overhead shower on again, as for you not to freeze.

“You did so good, my good girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss you all over your face, “you ready to take my cock, angel?”

“Yes, please Draco,” you whimpered out, very desperate for him to fill you.

He chuckled at your neediness but nevertheless brought your back towards the wall.

“Jump, baby.”

Doing as you’re told, you jump slightly. Catching you, Draco makes you wrap your legs around his waist.

With one hand on your waist, holding you up, he uses his free hand to guide his length between your soaked folds, slowly entering you.

You both let out simultaneous moans as he enters you, his hand now going under your thigh as he starts moving in and out of you at a steady pace.

“You feel so good, always so good and tight for me, my darling,” he groans out.

“Faster, Draco, please,” you manage to get out between moans.

Draco doesn’t need to be told twice. Picking up his pace, his hips move faster, chasing your second high of the evening and his own.

You’re a babbling mess, leaning forward to kiss him before burying your face in his neck, lightly biting down.

Draco lets out a particularly loud groan at the sensation, feeling himself grow closer to his orgasm. Reaching between the two of you, he finds your clit and draws circles, wanting you to finish before he does.

You let out a loud moan and without warning your orgasm washes over you, making you see stars, whilst your entire body shakes, gripping Draco’s back so hard, you’re afraid you’ve drawn blood.

Hearing your moan and feeling your walls flutter around him, Draco himself is brought to his end. Dick twitching, you feel him release inside of you.

“Yeah, take all my cum, you’re gonna be so full,” he groans as he pumps slowly in and out of you, making sure you’re nice and filled.

Emptying completely inside, he slowly pulls out, earning a low whine-esque moan from you, and helps you down on your feet. He stabilizes you, with one hand on your hip and crouches down, and enters two fingers in your already very sensitive cunt.

“No, too se..sensitive,” you whine out.

“I know, my baby, just want to make sure you’re nice and full,” he coos, looking up at your blissed-out face.

Deciding that you’re full enough, Draco pulls out his fingers and stands up, guiding his fingers to your mouth beckoning you to open, which you gladly do. Taking his fingers in your mouth and sucking lightly, to clean them, you look up at Draco with the most innocent look you can muster, even though what you just did was very far from innocent. He lets out a groan, his eyes rolling a little back and his head also falling a little back.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

You smirk a little and he removes his fingers.

Leaning down, he kisses you again, this kiss slow and passionate, thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

After cleaning you up, Draco jumped out of the shower, drying himself off before grabbing you a towel and letting you dry off, while he went to your bedroom and rummaging through his closet for a jumper, for you to wear.

Finally satisfied with the clothing option he picked for you, he quickly pulled on a pair of underwear and sweats, before making his way back to the bathroom.

Watching in silence as you pulled on the (very skimpy) pair of panties and the jumper he had picked out, he was just admiring you, doing the most mundane thing, but to him, you were just ethereal.

“Come on, darling, let’s go cuddle and you can tell be all about who I have to hex for you,” Draco said, making you chuckle.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him, before he could guide you out of the bathroom, you puckered your lips, indicating the fact that you wanted a kiss.

Chuckling, he bent down and lovingly pecked your lips.

“Thank you for always cheering me up, my love,” you said as Draco began to lead you to the bedroom and towards your shared bed.

Draco smirked, “anytime, princess,” he winked.

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Okay, so I’ve read several Obey me boys react to a sick MC hc’s/fic but normally MC has a simple cold or fever and after watching the episodes “Suds” from Spongebob, I decided why not amplify that shit? :D (It’s more of a crack, angst, and fluff)

I’d like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to a sick!MC BUT they are gravely ill; I’m talking sunken eyes, raspy voice, vomiting after every meal, hella frail, and they just look like walking death. To make matters even scarier, MC’s eye or arm would fall off while they’re trying to calm the panicking bois.

MC: I’m fine, it was just a cough ☺️ *eye falls out* Don’t worry about that 🙂 *puts eye back in*

What makes it hurt even more is that MC’s been overworking themselves with RAD, helping the brothers, and trying to survive the Devildom to not even worry about their health. Literally demons that would ignore/threaten MC became concerned for the new human. It doesn’t help that MC just wants to help others so damn bad. If the illness strains their legs to the point of them being unable to walk, that’s not gonna stop them from physically pulling themselves to where the brothers are to help them, noodle legs and all.

MC:*is on Death’s doorstep but hears the Brothers talk about a problem in the kitchen*

Lucifer: Beel, don’t eat the jar of you can’t open it-*damn near chokes on his tongue when he sees MC dragging their body to the boys and they look even worse than usual*

MC: I can help :D

I’m messed up for such an idea and I understand if you don’t wanna do it or don’t feel comfy with it. Something about seeing these bois become hella protective and worried for MC makes my heart happy 😭

No, I would love to do it, but MC puts her eye back!? Is she a zombie? (Maybe that is a different headcannon/AU for a different day...)

I looked up the Suds (disease) forum on the spongebob wiki and it said it was the cold with extra symptoms. So MC has an extreme cold! One that makes their eyes pop out and their arms fall off... with a dash of "I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms, at night I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."

I am stuck on how to make this a headcannon set, so these are going to blurbs of little interactions the brothers have had with a gravely ill!MC

This was really fun to write and kind of what I needed to day. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if this isn't right so I can fix it!

TW: Mentions broken bones, falling out eyes, and pulling off arms

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Brothers Reactions to a Gravely ill MC

💙 Lucifer and Beel ❤-

Lucifer has been going around the House most of the morning taking care of his Brothers in MC's stead. MC woke up with a terrible pounding in their head and he knew that they just needed to rest by how pale their skin was. Yet it was difficult for him to manage his brothers without them. Especially when it came to Beel and his appetite.

"Beel please do not eat the entire jar of peanut butter."

"But it is faster..."

"No it isn't, you just think it is-"

Lucifer stops his scolding as he hears smacking coming from the hallway. Both brothers look toward each other before slowly approaching the doorway.

There, pulling themselves by their hands across the dirty floor is MC. Their legs are twisted in a painful way behind them.

Immediately the pair run over with Beel picking them up in his arms and Lucifer inspecting their legs confusedly.

"MC, how did you do this?" Beels voice is lace with concern.

"Oh. I rolled off my bed and they ended up like that. I wanted to come and see how you were doing!" A smile fills their face as they stare at the two perplexed demons.

"Is there a way to fix something like this?" Lucifer face is filled with confusion.

"Oh yeah! Beel, set me down in the chair." The two brothers then watch as MC snaps their kneecaps back into place before beginning to giggle and swing their legs.

"See! All better! They are still a little too weak for me to walk though."

The two glance at each other completely disturbed.

Lucifer swallows the lump in his throat and eventually speaks up, "I didn't know human illnesses were so... brutal."

💚 Satan, Levi 🧡 and Belphie 💜 -

Satan, Levi, and Belphie were given some very important jobs. They were told to feed the sick human, give them medicine, and make them sleep. They were also supposed to help the human stay comfortable so there wouldn't be any incidents like this morning.

"Let me fix your pillow, MC" Satan reaches around gently fluffing it while they lean forward.

"You guys are so sweet, but you really don't have to do this. I am fine! Seriously!"

"I'm not so sure about that..." Levi as WI concern as he hold up a spoonful of soup to MC's mouth.

MC opens their mouth and hums in satisfaction as they taste it.

"Lucifer said there were some... complications... this morning and you need to be watched over. So we are here if you need anything." Belphie's voice is soft sleep as he speaks. His head rests on MC's lap as they card their fingers through his hair.

"Whatever you- Achoo!" As MC sneezes their hands cup in front of their face. When they remove them their eyeball sits in their hands.

The shock of the sneeze wakes Belphie and he sits up.

"AHHHH" Levi jumps back dropping the soup on the ground.

"What are you screaming about Levia-" Satan looks to Levi to see him pointing at MC's hands when he looks down he sees their eye staring back at him and he pales.

"Ugh, I got hair on it again." MC begins to pull off a hair as Belphie finishes rubbing his eyes and sees for himself what the commotion is about.

"Oh no. MC, I don't think this is normal." Belphie's voice is soft as he looks to MC's face.

"No, it's fine. See." MC then proceeds to pop their eye back in and the three watch in horror as it spins around until the iris is facing forward once again. All the while MC is smiling.

"This can't be a normal human disease." Levi says as he holds himself back from vomiting.

💛 Mammon and Asmo 💖 -

Asmo had offered to take care of all of MC's hygiene needs while they got better. He had thought it would be some good alone time with them. Sadly, he was interrupted when Mammon had insisted on helping bathe MC. Now MC sits in a warm bubble bath and Mammon and Asmo sit on the rim of the tub helping scrub MC arm and hair respectively.

"You both are so sweet for doing this. I would have been fine taking a shower after I got better." MC smiles quickly at Mammon and then up towards Asmo.

"Well I couldn't have you sitting in your own filth! Even though you look amazing all the time, a nice bath can relax your aching bone and make you feel better." Asmo has a chipper tone as he grabs some water from the bathtub to rinse out the shampoo.

"Yeah. Besides I couldn't have Asmo here doing it by himself. I didn't want him takin' advantage of ya in this state." Mammon grumbled as he gently tugged on MC's arm while scrubbing.

"I would never take advantage of them, Mammon. I am not some scumbag like you." Asmo's voice got louder as he began to scrub harder.

"I ain't no scumbag! Tell him MC!" As he speaks he tugs a little harder and the pair he a tear as MC's arm comes off at the shoulder. MC winces at the sound.

"Mammon, what did you do to my precious MC!?" Asmo clings to MC's head trying to pull them as far away from Mammon as possible.

"Nothing! I wasn't pulling that hard! Was I MC? I thought I was being gentle?!" Mammon's voice is frantic as he still holds MC's arm.

MC snatches the arm back before saying, "Calm down. Both of you. It's fine."

With a loud popping sound MC pushes their shoulder back into place. They sigh in relief and swing their arm to make sure the limb still works.

"There we go. You don't know how cold your shoulder bone gets without an arm attached to it."

MC then ducks their head below the water rinsing the rest of the shampoo out. While the two demons sit there completely dazed.

So that is what Lucifer tried to warn them about.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Little Fox

(C!Fundy x Reader)

Request 12: Hey if you're making a request, do you do c!Fundy? If so, can I get a Fundy x half fox shapeshifter!reader where fundy finds an injured full fox!reader, and takes her home to patch her up without knowing that she's a shifter ówò? Context, the reader can shift into three forms: full fox, half and half(fox legs, tail, ears, fangs), and fully human. Thank you have a blessed day!!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Moving away from L’manburg or what was once L’manburg was one of the best decisions Fundy has ever made. Did it get lonely from time to time, sure, but at least he was finally at peace. He was away from his ghost of a father and away from the drama of everyone else fighting and the looming sense of death that lingered over everyone that lived in the once-prosperous nation. It was quiet and he was happy to be left alone, well, mostly alone. There was one exception, a snow-white fox that trotted around his house from time to time, curious (e/c) watching him with intent. He had always felt a connection to foxes considering he was part fox, he hated seeing them hurt or starving or treated with disrespect, so he kept them around. However the white fox didn’t seem to pay him any mind other than silently watching and wandering around his home, he started placing food out for the fox. This went on for a few months until one night something felt off. Fundy kept glancing out the window, almost like he was expecting to see someone but no one popped up until he remembered his little buddy. He didn’t know why it sent him so on edge, it was just a random arctic fox maybe it was the way the food was left untouched or the pull he felt to go the woods, but he grabbed his coat and stepped into the forest.

The first thing he noticed was the small animal prints littering the snow, there seemed to be some sort of scuffle. Worry entered his veins and his ears pressed flat against his head, he journeyed deeper into the forest and noticed little droplets of blood. Fundy adjusted his hat nervously and followed the blood droplets, crumpled on the ground in front of his feet was a blood-stained fox. The once pure white coat of the fox was stained with red splotches a big gash was torn from its side, Fundy felt nauseous. The wind seemed to blow against his exposed ears, almost urging him to pick up the fox and take it home. He reached out and picked the fox up in his arms and held it close, the wind blew again, his eyes widened a little in surprise, the wind seemed to whisper a thank you.

Back at the house he laid the fox down on his couch and began to patch up her wounds. Hopefully, she wouldn’t attack him in the morning, be too freaked out, he wrapped the bandages around the wound stopping the flow of blood. He just prayed his foxy friend would be alive come the morning light. Fundy flicked the lights off and went to sleep in his bedroom, even though all the windows were shut and locked tight he still felt that odd breeze tickle the tufts of his ears. ‘Take good care of her’ it seemed to whisper, his heart thudded in his chest as he snuggled under the covers. The morning sun streamed through his windows, blinding the hybrid slightly, he groaned loudly and sat up in bed. He ran his sharp nails through his hair tussling it a little bit, trying to calm the rat’s nest down. As snapped to consciousness fully when he noticed footsteps coming from his living room, very human-sounding footsteps. Fundy tensed and hopped out of bed storming into the room, a dagger in hand. He let out a startled shriek seeing a beautiful half-naked young woman standing in the middle of the room. However, he couldn’t even focus on that, he was more focused on the snow-white fox ears that sat atop her head, the fluffy tail behind her, and the fox-like legs.

She was like him.

“Fundy right?” She sent him a crooked smile, sharp fangs very visible, making him feel all types of things. “Names, (Y/n) and you saved my life last night.”

“You- Fox?! but- human-” His hands tangled in his orange hair mentally trying to come to terms with the fact that he had probably saved a forest spirit. “No shirt!” he sputtered feeling soft hands take his own, he noticed a smile on her lips, their eyes locked together,

“I’m a shifter. A pleasure to officially meet you.” He felt you squeeze his palms and he swallowed thickly,

“Shifter?”

He watched you nod tail swishing from side to side, you were very happy to be talking to him it seemed, Fundy felt oddly honored. “I have three forms! Full fox, half fox, and fully human,” You explained holding up three fingers on your hand. “Usually full fox is easier but as you can see,” You motioned to the bandages covering your chest, “it’s not without risks.”

“Hold the phone you’re telling me the fox I’ve been feeding-”

“Yup! That was me!” You giggled as his cheeks went red, “I appreciated it.”

“I gave you dog food! I’m so sorry, oh my god!” He sputtered out completely mortified by the situation. You let out a roaring laugh, it was very reminiscent of that of a fox but he supposed that, that made sense. He watched you dip your head and nuzzle underneath his chin, once again he felt his entire face burn red, your ears were so soft, the fur tickling his chin.

“It’s okay, I didn’t eat any of that. Just pretended.” You reassured lifting your head to once again meet his eyes. “Soooo...you gonna tell me your name? Or should I just call you handsome?” He felt the blush spread down onto his neck,

Oh no, she was so cute.

“Fundy! I’m Fundy.” He nodded more stiffly than he wanted too suddenly very aware of how close the both of them were to one another. You blinked after a few minutes peaking around his shoulder, oh shit was his tail wagging? A bright smile spread across your cheeks “Laugh it up okay! Not every day I get to have a cute fox girl nuzzle against me alright!” Your ears fell flat against your head, he watched pink spread across your cheeks, score.

“Cute?” You meekly whispered you pulled away a little to grab at your tail shyly, “Thank you.”

He was going to die, you were going to be the death of him.

After that first encounter, you, the real you, had become a staple of his life. You had moved with him a few days after showing your more human form to the hybrid. You knew how to cook which made him swoon, it tasted divine, he was tired of being alone. You made him feel like he still had hope, you were his family now even after only knowing you for such a short amount of time. There was an odd sort of bond the two of you had, he was happy to have someone understand him, on a level that no one has ever been able to before, especially not his father. Days rolled into weeks and weeks turned into months, it was about eight months in when Fundy finally confessed to you.

You’d spent the day away from home, in your full fox form, saying you needed to stretch your legs and Fundy let you go. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a mess all day worrying about your well-being all day, he barely could get anything done, so when he saw your white fur streak through the trees that night he knew you were home. He ran out onto the stones of the path and called out your name, he watched your ears twitch and turned towards him. He felt his tail begin wagging ecstatically and he could see yours begin to do the same, you charged headfirst towards him shifting as you run, as you arrived he held out his arms and you jumped right on in them. He felt your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you into the air. He spun you around as he laughed,

“I missed you, Dee!” You purred out happily leaning back a little bit in his arms, he still held you above the ground.

“I missed you too Dearheart,” Fundy whispered looking up at your sparkling eyes it was then, with your white fur shining in the moonlight that he realized he was in love with you. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You breathed out softly, cheeks pink, ears twitching, “I’d like that very much.”

So, he did.

Two years being together of being together was finally when Wilbur- or ghostbur- decided to visit his son. You were outside in the garden, tending to some of Fundy’s vegetables deadset on using some of the fresh ones to make soup for tonight. You were in your human form so you didn’t get your white fur covered in dirt, so you didn’t hear the ghost coming close to the house until he was leaning over your shoulder.

“Hello!”

You screamed like a little kit throwing your basket through the ghost who shivered at the foreign feeling.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The ghost apologized adjusting the round glasses on his face. “I heard my son Fundy lives around here but I must be mistaken!”

“Are you...you’re Wilbur aren’t you?”

“Oh! You’ve heard of me! Was it my music, please say yes!” The ghost’s eyes seemed to sparkle with hope, he shrunk a little as he watched you shake your head, “oh…”

“I’m-”

“(Y/n)! I heard you scream, you alright?” Fundy peeked his head out the door eyes going big seeing his dead father standing beside you. Wilbur looked between the both of you before a tiny smirk spread across his face,

“Ohhhhhh, I see now.” Wilbur nodded watching his son’s face go red, “My little champion is all grown up! With a beautiful human to mind you!”

“Er...not exactly.” You mumbled, allowing your ears and tail to pop up from your head, Wilbur’s jaw dropped in shock and awe.

“She’s like you!” Wilbur gaped reaching up to touch your ears, you flinched a little, and Fundy snarled at his father. “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled his hand back with a sheepish smile Fundy finally walked over to the both of you, pushing you behind him only slightly.

“What’re you doing here dad?” His voice was gruffer than you’ve ever heard it, his tail was puffed up in a way you’ve never seen before from your boyfriend.

He was on edge.

Wilbur shuffled a little fumbling with a piece of something blue in his hands. “I just wanted to check up on my son. No one’s heard from you for a while we’re all getting a little worried. I love you so-”

“Dad.” He groaned pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose pinching it, “look. I appreciate you’re all worried but I’m happier here.”

“But you’re all alone out here! It’s not good for anyone’s health, especially not a young fox!”

“Excuse you?” Your eyes narrowed in offense, “I lived out here all my life.” You bristled in frustration, “I turned out fine.” Wilbur eyed you warily and Fundy squeezed your palm tightly, “I did!”

“I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just looking out for my son.”

“No offense but I think he can look after himself just fine.” You shot right back and Fundy covered up a surprised laugh, “So far so good. Plus he’s not alone, I’m with him.” You squeezed Fundy’s hand rather tightly, as Wilbur glanced at your intertwined hands.

“What she said.” Fundy nodded his head, “we have each other and that’s all we need. At least for right now. So try not to worry too much.” He waved his dad off, “Now if you don’t mind we have dinner to cook.” Wilbur gave a hesitant nod before turning back to look into your eyes,

“Don’t hurt him.”

“I don’t plan on it," You assured nodded your head you both had a brief staring contest before Wilbur said his official goodbyes and headed on his way. “I’m sorry,” Fundy watched your ears fall flat against your head.

“What for?” Fundy’s brows furrowed in concern, “He was being an ass, you had every right to defend yourself. Plus I hate him so.” He shrugged unbothered, “I love you though.” He pecked your cheek and you smiled shyly.

“I love you too Dee.” You spoke softly, pulling him close by his jacket, his tail began to wag enthusiastically.

“Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You nodded standing on your tiptoes to give him a long kiss, he purred tangling his fingers through your hair. You pulled away much too soon for his liking and let out a low whine, you giggled happily and peppered his face in light kisses. “Fundy?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married.”

“What?”

~~~

Next Up: Immortality and Nymphs Part II

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Wednesday

Monday     Tuesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, getting outed, f slur and d slur, homophobia, puking, toxic friends

Word count: 5,160

(A/N): woah, thank you all so much for all the positive feedback, that really makes my day! 

The room was quiet with the exception of the clacking of the keyboard and the soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The stars twinkled in the sky as the night droned on and on. There was a loud rustling outside your window, but your sleep deprived mind didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t important at the moment, the only important thing right now was finishing your work. 

Throughout the night, you worked endlessly on your friend’s work. The essays were relatively easy because Adrian and Annie had luckily chosen topics that you’re somewhat interested in, so at least finding the sources was enjoyable. You had gotten your essay completely written and proofread, Annie’s outline finished, and Adrian’s sources analyzed. You would start on Sammy’s presentation after you finished Adrian’s outline. Hours upon hours passed by you as you worked, yet you didn’t notice the time once. You worked uninterrupted with no breaks. Well, one break to talk to your dad about how you weren’t hungry, but you got back to work right after he left your room. You couldn’t waste any more time than you already have.

Your eyes felt heavy as you typed on your keyboard, working on putting Adrian’s sources together cohesively so that the writing would flow seamlessly. You paused your typing to rub at your tired eyes so you could keep working, you couldn’t afford to fall asleep. You had to get these done as soon as possible if you wanted their forgiveness. 

The blaring of your alarm startled you out of your focus, making you fall backwards out of your chair with a yelp. Landing painfully on your back, you laid on the floor trying to calm your racing heartbeat. You looked out your window. Hints of pinks and yellows were starting to make a gradient with the lightening dawn sky. Shit, you were so focused on getting your work done that you didn’t take account of the time. You just knew today was gonna be long. At least after school volleyball practice was shortened because of finals tomorrow. 

You groaned as you pulled your tired form off from the ground. You made your way downstairs and plopped yourself down at your usual place at the table, burying your face into the crook of your arm. You felt yourself drift off into a blissful sleep, the wood of the table suddenly seemed very comfortable at the moment. Not long after, you were jolted out of your peaceful sleep by a loud crash. Jumping up and looking around with wide eyes, you saw Tubbo looking at you apologetically. There was broken glass in front of his feet on the floor. 

“Sorry, (y/n).”

You just stared at him blankly as you slowly blinked. Philza didn’t spare you a glance as he whisked the short boy away from the glass. “(Y/n), can you please go get the broom and sweep this up?”

You nodded, hauling yourself to your feet and walked over to the storage closet, pulling out the broom and dust pan. You mindlessly sweeped up the glass, your limbs feeling heavy. After throwing the glass away, you rummaged in the cupboard and pulled out a mug. The bitter smell beckoned you welcomingly, working its way through your nostrils and digging itself deep into your brain. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup, a hand snatched the coffee pot away from you. 

“You shouldn’t be drinking this.”

“You let Techno and Wil drink it, so why can’t I?”

“(Y/n), you’re a full year younger than them and you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.”

You felt your eye twitch, “I’m only a year younger than them! There’s literally no-”

“(Y/n),” his warning tone cut you off, putting the pot back into the coffee maker, “you aren’t going to drink this. That’s final. Get a glass of water.”

You huffed and pushed past him to the sink to fill your coffee mug with water. You’ve been drinking coffee for a while behind his back, so you were used to its effects on your body. You supposed that you’d just beg Wilbur to take you to the cafe so you could get your sustenance. He always relented for you. 

You heard him chuckle, “you’ll thank me when you’re older.”

“Mhm.”

You plopped down next to Tubbo nursing your mug of water, trying to make small talk with him. One by one, your brothers made their way to the table. Tommy was talking and gesturing wildly to Tubbo like he normally did, Wilbur looked as dead inside as you felt, and Techno made it a point to ignore you. When someone pissed him off, he can hold a grudge better than he could hold onto his knowledge of Greek mythology, and that’s saying something. Man is obsessed with Greek mythology. 

Breakfast went by in a daze with you struggling to keep your eyes open. At one point, you almost fell asleep sitting up, only to be woken up by Tubbo shaking your shoulder to get your attention. When breakfast was almost done, you had only eaten about half your breakfast. 

Drifting off again, you were startled awake by the screeching of the chairs against the wooden floor and loud shouts coming from your brothers. You didn’t have the energy to race them to the bathroom like you usually did, you’d just freshen up after they were done. You tried to stand up to go to your room to get dressed, but you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder forcing you to sit back down. Looking up, you were met with the concerned, yet stern eyes of your father. 

“You’re not leaving this table until you’ve eaten at least a few more bites and tell me why you’re so tired.”

“I just stayed up later than I normally do finishing up some homework, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not or else I will make you stay home next time. When’d you go to bed last night?”

You avoided his eyes, “around one thirty or two.” You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t actually go to sleep last night, he’d flip. 

“You know, you’re a terrible liar.” Shit.

Looking him in the eye, you spoke more confidently. “Three in the morning.”

“(Y/n)-”

You felt a sudden rage start to twist inside you as he started to lecture you about taking better care of yourself. He was treating you like a child and you were not having it. 

“-young kids like you need to- are you even listening?”

You set your jaw and willed yourself not to explode at him. “Dad, I’m not a child. I know how to take care of myself.”

You saw him narrow his eyes and purse his lips in frustration, “well, obviously you don’t if you’re not eating or sleeping well,” his eyes softened. “I’m starting to worry about you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t because I’m fine,” you snapped at him. “I’m going to get ready.”

You stalked out of the room and stomped upstairs. Passing a shocked Tommy and Tubbo, you made your way into the bathroom to get ready. The person that stared back at you in the mirror looked pale and had dark eye bags accentuating her tired eyes. She had red pimples dotting her face more than she usually did. She was ugly, revolting. The girl you remembered her being was confident in her appearance and walked with an air of importance. Now, she was a decrepit thing that was run down and scared of her own shadow. You couldn’t recognize the girl that stared back at you anymore. You should’ve been able to;  after all, she was you and you were her.

You rushed through your morning routine in the bathroom avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror. You opened the bathroom door only to be met with Wilbur’s chest, his hand poised in the air in a closed fist ready to knock on the door. He stepped back.

“We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “Wil, we still have twenty minutes before school starts. We don’t have to leave for another ten minutes.”

He gave you a smirk, “well, you want coffee, don’t you? You look dead.”

“Oh thank god. I feel dead, I didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“When’d you go to bed?”

“I didn’t.”

“Christ, (y/n) I knew you were a dumbass, but not that much of a dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes, walking around him and into your room. You felt a stab of hurt in your heart. “Fuck you.”

Before you could close the door, he shouted out a cheeky “love ya too (y/n)!”

You took off all your clothes slowly and stood in front of your open closet deciding on what you should wear today. You figured that since you felt like absolute shit, you should probably put a little bit more effort into your appearance. Picking out your favorite flannel shirt and favorite pair of pants. Smiling at yourself in the mirror in your room, you felt slightly more confident in your appearance. You felt like you could walk around the hallways at school without as many peering eyes trying to figure out your every secret. But maybe that was just the sleep deprivation talking. You tend to be more impulsive and emotional when you’re sleep deprived.

You slung the backpack onto your back with less difficulty than in the previous days. Your back was healing faster than you thought it would. Now, it barely hurt and the swelling completely went away.

You went downstairs and slunk past the kitchen where Philza was talking to Tommy and Tubbo. You didn’t want them to notice you, you felt somewhat guilty for snapping at your dad. You slipped through the front door and hopped into the passenger seat next to Wilbur. You three usually rotated seats counterclockwise and took turns driving each day. Now, you were just waiting for Techno.  

“Well, you look less homeless today.”

“Thanks Wilbur, I just felt like looking a little nicer than usual.”

“Who’re ya dressing up for? Is it Adrian?” He asked with slight disgust. He hated Adrian almost as much as he hated Annie and Sammy. He thought he was nothing more than a fuckboy looking to get into your pants. Little did he know you were secretly a raging lesbian so deep in the closet that you’re froliking with Aslan through the flowerfields of Narnia.

“Wilbur, I’m gay why would I-” you froze, cursing your sleep deprived self for lacking a filter. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt anxiety start to seep into your veins and pump around your body, filling every single nook and cranny with dread. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you stared at your shaking hands horrified at yourself. How could you just… just out yourself like that? How could you be so careless? So stupid?

You barely felt it when Wilbur reached over to press a gentle hand on your arm. “(Y/n), are yo-”

“I-tha-that was a joke, I’m not gay, I’m straight.” Your words came out in frantic jumbles, desperately trying to fix your slip up. Oh god, you really fucked up this time.

“(Y/n), brea-”

“I swear I’m not gay, I like men, I do. I-”

“(Y/n), breathe with me.” Wilbur’s firm, yet gentle voice demanded. He placed your hand on his chest and took in a deep breath, held it, and released it slowly. You tried your best to follow him, but after about ten minutes, you were slowly but surely calming down. It was a lot faster calming down from a panic attack when you had someone helping you breathe. You’ve never gotten help with a panic attack before, it was nice. Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you took notice of the soft fabric of Wilbur’s sweater, the gentle thumping of his heart, and his worried expression. You also became aware of the extra hand rubbing small circles into your shoulder from behind your seat. It was Techno.

Taking in a shaky breath, you took your hand out of Wilbur’s grip and clasped your hands tightly in front of you, shrugging Techno’s hand off from your shoulder. 

“...Can we please leave? I don’t want Dad or Tubbo and Tommy seeing me like this.”

Wordlessly, Wilbur started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. At the intersection, he turned in the opposite direction of the school. “Wilbur, where are we going? The school’s the other way.”

“We’re going to the cafe for some coffee, my treat.”

“But school starts in five minutes, we’re gonna be late if we go to the cafe.”

“Actually,” Techno’s deep voice chimed in, “school started ten minutes ago. If we’re already late, there’s no harm in skipping first block.”

“Tech, I literally have no idea what’s going on in stats.”

“I’ll give you my notes.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Wilbur pulled into the cafe’s parking lot, “don’t be stupid, (y/n). You can never bother us.”

You didn’t say anything as you left the car and headed into the cafe. You could think of plenty of ways you could bother your older brothers. You bothered everybody just by being in their presence. You just had that effect. 

Your brothers followed you into the cafe, glancing at each other worriedly. You three quickly got your orders and sat in the secluded back of the cafe. Soft jazz music drifted throughout the quiet cafe. 

“(Y/n), we need to talk about what happened. Was this your first panic attack?” Wilbur asked you gently.

“...No, I’ve had them before.” 

“Were they always this intense? You’re still shaking.”

“That one was nowhere near as intense as the ones I usually have.’

“Usually? Do you have them often?” Tecno asked.

“Yeah, usually a couple of them a week since the middle of freshman year. Nothing I can’t manage.”

“So you’ve been doing this on your own for three years? You could’ve gotten us to help you.” 

You sighed, looking down at your steaming cup. “...I couldn’t’ve. Don’t get me wrong, I know you guys could help me, but I-I just couldn’t. No one was supposed to find out.”

“Promise us that you’ll come to one of us when you have an attack. We care about you, (y/n).”

“I… I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

The table fell into a comfortable silence as you all sipped at your drinks, the comforting taste of the bitter coffee dancing across your tongue.

“Ya know, we don’t care that you’re gay. A lesbian called me ‘actually pretty funny’ once and I’m still riding the high.” 

“Yeah, you’re still you. Nothing changes the fact that you’re our little sister.” 

You smiled as you felt warm inside. You knew your brothers loved you, but you didn’t know that they loved you for being you. You didn’t think anybody loved you unconditionally like that, and that made you feel genuinely happy.

“Thank you guys, for everything. I-I can’t put into words how much that means to me, I love you guys so much!”

“We love you too,” Wilbur smiled before he dropped it into a stern frown. “But if any girl hurts you, we’ll have a stern talking to her.”

“Yeah, we can’t beat up girls. We’ll put her in her place alright.” You snorted into your coffee, almost spilling it on yourself. Quickly setting it down before you could baptize yourself with the scalding liquid (though, you did consider coffee to be holy), you wiped at your teary eyes. 

“And that’s why I love you guys.”

“We’re serious, she’ll be wishing she got beat up after we’re done scolding her.” Wilbur said seriously before he broke into a grin and started laughing. 

The conversation carried on about your sexuality, how you found out, when you found out, if you’ve told anyone yet (they were honored that they were the first people you’ve told, even if you did it accidentally mid-panic attack). Eventually you had to go back to the school before your second block started. You three split ways to your separate classrooms. 

Annie and Adrian were locked onto you as soon as you walked through the door. They looked angry at you. What’d you do this time to piss them off?

“Where the fuck were you this morning? We were looking everywhere for you,” Annie seethed.

“Yeah, you wasted so much of our time looking for your sorry ass. You ditch us again?”

Oh, that. “Look, I didn’t mean to skip out on you guys again. It was a rough morning.” 

“That’s funny because we also had rough mornings, yet we still hung out with each other. You aren’t special.” Adrian rolled his eyes at you.

“It’s gonna take more to apologize. We don’t let things like the little stunts you pull go off scott free.”

“Oh, Annie I have the best idea,” Adrian squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. 

“What is it Dri?” Annie’s eyes shone.

“Our little (y/n) can set you up with one of her brothers and she can go on a date with me on a double date! It’s foolproof, not even someone as dumb as (y/n) could fuck it up.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good id-”

“It’s perfect Dri! Can it be with Wilbur? He’s literally so hot! Oh, the way his fingers can work that guitar…” Ew. The thought of Wilbur and Annie together made you scrunch up your nose with disgust.

“I’m sorry, but Wilbur’s actually dating Sally Fishmin right now. They’re actually really cute together-”

“God, how could someone as hot as Wilbur go for Sally Fishmin? She’s disgusting, always smells like fish,” Annie gagged, then gasped. “Wait (y/n) do you actually think that she’s more deserving to be with him than I am?”

“No, I nev-”

“Really? Cuz you just did. Glad to see you care about me, (y/n).”

“Annie, you’re literally so beautiful. I never said that you don’t deserve him. You deserve the world. I can’t split them up, but I can do more homework for you.” She perked up immediately, “awe, thanks love! That’s what happens when you actually put effort into how you look.”

“Speaking of, did you get that shirt out of the trash? It’s really not a look.” Adrian snickered to himself. There goes what little confidence you had. You actually thought you looked decent today. You felt grateful for your friends, they always told you the truth about how you looked when everybody else lied to you. 

Before you could respond, the bell rang and everybody took their seats. Luckily, Mr. Todd assigned today as a work day for your final research essays. You had finished Annie’s and got Adrian’s thesis done before the bell rang. While you were working on their essays, they were mindlessly scrolling on their phones and texting someone. 

You, Adrian, and Annie met up with Sammy and went into the lunch room. You tried to line up in the lunch line with them, but they laughed and told you that you’re fat enough and you needed to lose weight. What did you do to deserve such considerate friends? You really owed them one for always looking out for and putting up with you.

While you were waiting for them, you pulled out your phone. To your surprise, Haley texted you a screenshot of her conversation with Unknown. You felt a chill run down your spine. All four pictures were of you. You rubbing your eyes as the light of your computer provided the only light in the room. Your bare back facing the camera as you stood in front of your closet this morning. You sleeping a day ago (you felt sick as you realized that whoever took the picture was standing directly over your bed). Lastly, you and Haley holding each other’s hand under the moonlight last night. Attached to the pictures, Unknown had typed “you have one more day or else sleeping ugly gets it. Do not tempt us.”

Hales : )

(Y/n), how the hell did they get these pictures of you

Did you seriously leave your window open???

Why wouldn’t you close your curtains

Oh god, do you think they saw us in your driveway????

(Y/n)

Haley calm down 

Hales : )

I know you’re not telling me to calm down right now

You have a stalker

One that can GET INSIDE YOUR ROOM

(Y/n)

We’ll get to the bottom of this

Like I said, I don’t care if my pictures get leaked

I care about your pictures

Until we figure out who’s doing this, we need to lay low

Hales : )

Hanging out last night was a mistake

I shouldn’t have gave you a ride

I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you

I’m straight

And you are too

You said it yourself

We can’t talk anymore (y/n)

(Y/n)

I’m not straight Hales

I’m gay

And I like you

Like

Like you like you

Hales : )

I’m sorry (y/n)

But I’m straight

We can’t talk anymore

Goodbye.

With each text she sent you, you felt your heart drop deeper and deeper into your stomach until you felt your heart shatter in your chest, the pieces lodging themselves deep within you and ripping you open from inside out. How could you be so stupid to think that soemone as perfect as Haley Andrews, arguably the prettiest girl in the senior year, go out with (y/n) Minecraft, a known trainwreck. Annie’s shrill gasp sounded right next to your ear, making you gasp and drop your phone onto the table with a loud bang.

��OH MY GOD (Y/N) YOU’RE A FAGGOT? WERE YOU HITTING ON ME EARLIER? YOU FUCKING PERVERT.”

The entire cafeteria fell into silence as they listened to Annie’s shrieking. Whispers started to meld together.

“(Y/n)’s gay?”

“How gross”

“Damn, I was gonna hit it”

“We have a dyke going to this school?”

You felt like you were suffocating as the whispers and Annie’s yelling jumbled together in a disorienting cacophony. Adrian and Sammy both glared at you from behind Annie with a hatred that you didn’t know they had for you. You tried stuttering an apology, but you were quickly shut up by Annie harshly slapping you across the face.

“I don’t wanna hear it, fag. You’re going to finish our essays and you’re never gonna talk to us again. Do you understand me?” When you didn’t respond, she slapped you again. “I asked you, do you understand me?” 

You frantically nodded your head, grabbed your backpack, and sprinted out the door without any real destination in mind. You sprinted before you found the bathroom that nobody used. Ducking into a stall and slamming the door, you felt yourself start to hyperventilate. You couldn’t feel anything except for the tightness of your chest. You couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear anything. You faintly tasted bile rising up in your throat as you bent over to empty your stomach. You threw up everything in your stomach until you were left sitting on the dirty floor painfully dry heaving. 

You sobbed on that floor for what felt like hours. Everybody knows your secret now. Your dirty, dirty secret. God, you were a pervert weren’t you? You made people around you comfortable by just being you. Faintly, you felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket, your shaky hands scrambling to fish it out. They were all texts from your brothers.

Wilby

(Y/n) I heard what happened

Are you okay????

Please answer me

Where are you

Technology Sword

I’m gonna kill them

I swear to god they’re dead

Blood for the blood god

(Y/n)

Pls dont do anything or hurt anyone

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

Wilby

Tell us where you are

(Y/n)

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

You silenced your phone and put it back into your pocket, once again feeling yourself start to dry heave again. Your sobs and gags echoed throughout the bathroom. This is by far the worst panic attack you’ve had yet, and it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna stop anytime soon. You heard the final bell ring and students start to rush to their lockers to get home, so you tried to muffle your shaking sobs the best you could. You had at least an hour before you had to go to volleyball practice. Until then, you would stay in the bathroom trying to ground yourself. 

Luckily, you managed to calm down to the point where you stopped crying and dry heaving. You were only shaking slightly. You felt numb and completely drained from your panic attack, practice today was going to be a struggle. You cautiously walked through the empty hallways jumping at every little noise. When you finally reached the locker room, you made a beeline past Zara and Jazzy to your locker. You pulled out your uniform and changed in one of the bathroom stalls.

Practice went by with the girls on the team giving you sympathetic looks and Haley ignoring you. Not that you noticed, you were ignoring everyone and putting all of your focus on the ball. The entire practice, you felt light headed and drained. Fortunately, practice ended right as you felt like you were going to pass out.

You changed as fast as you could and pulled out your phone.

Dadza

Come outside, I’m here to pick you up

You felt a dread pool in your stomach as you stared at the text. Did he find out? Was he going to kick you out for being gay? Wilbur and Techno wouldn’t let him do that to you, right? Reluctantly, you left the sanctuary of the bathroom stall and rushed out of the locker room and out of the school. Sure enough, your dad’s car was parked in the parking lot. You glanced over to where Haley’s car was parked last night and saw glimpses of you and her chasing each other and laughing into the night sky without a care in the world before you ripped your gaze away to stare at your walking feet.

You reached your dad’s car and sat in the passenger seat. Your dad grinned at you. “Hey hun, how was practice?”

You merely shrugged your shoulders at him. You didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone at the moment. You felt extremely drained.

“What’s wrong, did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“...I’m just sad that the season’s over tomorrow.”

“Don’t be sad kid,” a gruff voice coming from behind you made you jump. “That’s pussy shit.”

You yelped and whipped your head around to look at whoever said that. Your uncle’s cocky grin greeted you. You felt yourself grin back at him. 

“Uncle Schlatt!”

“The one and only.”

“How was your business trip? You’re home early.”

He rolled his eyes, “boring as hell. I’m so fucking glad I got out early, I woulda blew my brains out if I had to stay there any longer.”

“Schlatt!” Philza reprimanded him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

“What? I’m just telling the truth. I woulda!” He defended himself.

Your dad gripped the steering wheel. “You didn’t have to say it in front of (y/n).”

Schlatt scoffed, “please, she’s heard me say worse.” 

As they bickered, you felt yourself zone out as you looked out the window. Houses and street signs passed by in a blur as the car moved down the road and pulled into your driveway. You got out as quickly as you could and made your way into the house alongside your uncle and dad. As soon as your uncle walked through the door, Tubbo barrelled into him and pulled him into a tight hug. Schlatt laughed loudly and bent over to pick him up into a hug. You smiled at the father and son as Philza gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen. He opened the oven to check on something cooking inside of it and turned to face you, leaning against the counter.

“So what’s really wrong?”

“I already told you, I’m sad the season’s almost over.”

“It’s something more than that,” as you opened your mouth he quickly added, “and you can’t say that it’s because you’re tired. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You sighed and mimicked his actions. “...It’s just been a long day. I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

Without warning, he pulled you into a warm hug, your face being shoved into his shoulder and him rubbing circles into your back. “That’s okay, just talk to me when you’re ready. I won’t push you.”

That broke you. Throwing your arms around him, you started to sob into his shoulder. He started to rock you back and forth whispering reassurances into your ear. 

“That’s good, let it all out.”

“I love you so much.”

“I’m here for you.”

With each sentence to fall out of his mouth, you felt more at ease and safe. Your dad always did a great job at making people feel safe, that was just his natural talent. After a while, you pulled away from him.

“Do you feel better?”

You smiled tiredly at him, “Yeah, I really needed a hug.”

He turned around to check on dinner, “I bet, you look like you’ve been to hell and back. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just know that I’m always here for you and I love you.”

The rest of the family flooded the kitchen after a while of you two talking. Dinner went by with Schlatt laughing loudly and telling stories about the people he met on his business trip. Every now and then, Wilbur and Techno would glance at you, but you ignored them. You just wanted dinner to end so you could pass out in your bed. Once dinner was over, you helped your dad gather everybody’s plate and put them into the sink. The rest of your little family went to the living room to start a game of Monopoly. The last time you all played that ended in fresh bruises and shed tears.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, I have to get some rest for finals tomorrow.”

“But (y/n), it’s Monopoly! You love Monopoly,” Tommy exclaimed.

“That’s alright, you look dead on your feet kid. Go get some sleep.”

“Thanks Uncle Schlatt. Goodnight everyone, love ya.”

A flurry of goodnights and love you’s follow you as you leave the room and drug yourself up the stairs. Without a second thought, you closed your curtains and plopped face first onto your bed. You passed out without even making sure you were fully on your bed.

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The Kids are Not Alright

Tommy was in his house when the sirens started. He’d been visiting Shroud. It was a good day. Now, cold, indescribable terror is flooding through him as he sits on the floor, head pressed between his knees. Rocking back and forth, Tommy drags in breath after breath and never registers the oxygen. 

Dream escaped. Dream escaped. Holy fucking shit, Dream escaped.

Sam had promised. He’d promised that wouldn’t happen. Pandora’s Vault was the most secure place on the server, the only place Dream couldn’t get out of. He’d been so sure of it that he’d been willing to let Tommy rot inside to protect its integrity.

He should have known it wasn’t true. 

He needed to get up. He couldn’t get up. He needed to run. He could hardly breathe. He had to get Tubbo and Ranboo out. He didn’t know where they were. The sirens were still screaming, screaming, screaming.

There were tears on his cheeks. “No, no no no no no no no,” Tommy murmured, finally bringing himself to look up at Shroud. The spider was unaffected, watching him from the ceiling. He focused on Shroud, and slowly, slowly, his breathing evened. 

He had to get Tubbo. Dream was probably looking for him oh god Dream was probably already looking for him breathe breathe breathe, he had to get Tubbo and Ranboo and Wilbur thought Dream was good run far, far away.

He shoved himself to his feet, turned on his heel, and ran at full tilt for the tunnel to Snowchester. They had to get away this time. They had to. He couldn’t survive it again.

Las Nevadas was quiet, for a casino town. Tubbo served plenty of burgers, for sure, but today it was empty except for the inhabitants, eating lunch alone despite knowing each other for months. It looked a bit stupid to him, everyone sitting alone at a table with nothing to occupy them but their food, silence reigning.

The exception was Fundy. He sat at the bar, holding a drink Tubbo wasn’t entirely sure he was old enough to serve and ignoring his burger. 

“So you’ve been here for like… what, three weeks?” he asked Tubbo. There were massive bags under his eyes. Tubbo didn’t think he’d ever seen his old colleague look so bad. Well, he guessed they were colleagues again.

“Yeah.” Tubbo shrugged and stole a fry. Quackity wasn’t there to yell at him. “You?”

“Few months.” Fundy sounded like he had to drag every word out of his mouth, slumping to prop his head up with a hand. “I don’t even know how he found me. I was living pretty far away.”

Tubbo nodded silently. He glanced over at the table in the corner, where Purpled was definitely eavesdropping. He was too tense, his head turned a little too far to be normal for someone minding their own business. 

The doors slammed open so hard the glass cracked. Tubbo whipped around, half expecting DreamXD himself to enter, but it was only Quackity. 

Maybe not only. Tubbo’s friend’s face was wild, a maniacal smile fixed on his mouth that reminded Tubbo of that day on the mountain with Dream. He took half a step back. Fundy, who’d flinched at the noise, was eyeing the counter like he had half a mind to jump over it to hide.

“Everyone’s in here, right?” Quackity looked around, doing a quick headcount. “Great.” A scarily gleeful laugh bubbled up. “Team meeting, everyone! Gather round, everyone!”

Fundy, Foolish, and Slime all complied pretty quickly, with varying degrees of bounciness. Purpled and Tubbo took a few moments longer, giving Quackity wary glances before slowly moving towards the center table. Tubbo pulled off his apron and left it on the counter. His hand itched to hold his sword.

Hair had come out of Quackity’s beanie, now resting only halfway on his head. He ran a hand through it, looking around at them all. “So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed––” His voice rang out, echoing off the diner’s walls “––But Dream’s escaped.”

He kept talking, but Tubbo didn’t hear, frozen and listening. His ears were always ringing, ever since the festival. It was an ever-present reminder of the explosions. But as he focused, letting himself hear all of it, the sounds separated. 

There was the ringing that was always there, electric and loud. Then there was the quieter, more distant, more urgent ring of the Vault’s sirens.

Ranboo. Tommy. Michael. Snowchester. 

Quackity must have been too absorbed in his rant, because he didn’t stop Tubbo as he walked, trancelike, out of the diner. The sun hit him hard. He blinked in the direction of the burger van. Empty. Ranboo usually visited Michael around this time. Snowchester it was, then.

It wasn’t hard to leave Las Nevadas behind. Tubbo had never gotten anything from it past a paycheck. It felt empty, a cooperation where L’Manberg had been a family. 

His family wasn’t here. Tubbo needed to make sure they were safe

There was dust on Ranboo’s armor. It was always like that after a mining trip. He’d have to clean it soon, but at the moment he was too tired, and it was time to visit Michael. 

The snow in the Arctic Commune reflected sunlight directly into his eyes as he stepped outside, but Ranboo was used to it. He was not used to the people who greeted him. Techno and Phil stood on the bridge between their houses. Techno and Phil. It had been months since Techno left, and the worry that had been accumulating broke away like a chunk of ice. Ranboo dropped the grass block he’d been messing with.

“Techno!” he called, running through the snow to reach them. His legs sank down to the shins in the drifts.

Techno turned around at the decidedly clumsy approach. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in weeks, but when he saw Ranboo, he grinned. “Hello,” he called back. 

Ranboo dashed up the steps and stopped in front of him. “Where were you, man?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

Phil and Techno exchanged a look. “I’ve been gathering intel,” Techno said finally. “I’m gonna tell everyone about it, but we need to get Niki here so everyone can hear.”

“Oh. Alright.” Ranboo started to move back in the direction of the portal. “I’ve got some stuff I need to take care of in the SMP, so, uh…” he glanced at Phil, who knew where he was really going, and finger-gunned in the portal’s direction. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Cool. Oh, wait, Ranboo!” Techno said quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Just, uh. You’ve got problems with Dream, right?” 

Instantly, Ranboo’s skin started crawling. He dragged his thoughts away from the panic room, from Mellohi, from the voice that wasn’t Dream, and the visit Sam said he made. He nodded slightly. “Yeah?”

“Right. Uh, I’m gonna need you to trust me here, dude. When you get to the SMP, someone might tell you Dream’s out of the prison.” Phil looked sharply at him. Ranboo stopped breathing, and Techno held up his hands quickly. “Woah, woah, calm down, it’s fine. He’s not actually out. They just think he is, I promise. I saw him in there myself, okay?”

Did the world feel like it was collapsing in on itself? Yes. But did Ranboo trust Techno to tell him the truth? Yes. 

Ranboo backed down the stairs and picked up a grass block from beneath the snow. He held it close to his chest. “You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, Ranboo.” Techno looked him dead in the eye. “Dream is still in the prison.”

“Then I trust you.” Ranboo turned towards Snowchester. “I really have to go now, though.” He had to find Tubbo and Tommy and make sure they were safe. He had to tell them it wasn’t real. “See you.”

Nerves battled with determination as Ranboo started the trek through the snow, then decided it would take too long and pulled out his ender pearls. Techno would explain, but until then, he’d probably stay away from the prison. He didn’t know what the sirens would do if he heard them.

[nyuksw]

Little Game — Juyeon smut

warnings: sex toys, sub reader, kinda public

“Let’s play a little game.” Juyeon said standing against the door frame of the bathroom where you were getting ready. You raised an eyebrow at him, “A game? right now?” He smirked, walking to stand behind you.

“Mhm, you’re gonna like it.” He pulled his hand from behind him and showed you a little egg/bullet shaped vibrator, your eyes widening knowing exactly what he had in mind. “Juyeon but we have important things to do today and —“

“So what? Let's have a little fun.” you looked down at the small toy, tilting your head to the side “But we don’t have time for foreplay right now.”

He moved to the drawer next to you, taking out a tube. “Don’t worry, a little lube will do. I’ll just put it on and then we leave, won’t take too long.”

“Alright, but where does the game part come in?”

He only smiled innocently at you, “You’ll find out soon.”

He turned you around, bending you over the bathroom counter and pulling down your jeans and underwear, his hands working next on putting a small amount of lube on the toy and pushing it past your folds, making you gasp a little at the cold material inside of you. He pulled up your underwear and jeans, “All done, let’s go now.”

The toy didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it was really small so it didn’t bother you when you walked or anything. Going on with your day as normal.

That was until you arrived to the grocery shop, you bent down a little to pick some food from the lower shelf and he smirked, taking out his phone and opening the app that controlled the small vibrator that was inside you, clicking on a button and you collapsed to the floor into your knees as soon as you felt the vibration inside you.

Covering your mouth with your hand to stop any moan from coming out as an old lady was passing by the aisle and giving you a look, Juyeon then kneeled down to you and stopped the vibrator, “She’s not feeling so well, she has tummy aches.” Juyeon explained to the lady and she just showed a face of concern and nodded, continuing to walk.

“Juyeon you little shit-” he placed a finger on your lips “Ah ah, watch your mouth baby or I will have to turn this on again at the highest speed right here where people can see you.”

You stood up, pushing him to the side playfully and going back to your shopping cart and pushing it towards the cash register so you could leave before his sneaky self could turn it on again.

The next stop of the day was dinner at a restaurant, you were walking towards your assigned table and he moved the seat for you so you could sit, such a gentleman until he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“The little game has started, baby. We are in public so you must behave and keep it together, if you make any noise or anything that catches people’s attention I will stop and won’t let you cum later tonight. Understand?” you nodded, gulping harshly as you started to feel that tingling between your legs. It was crazy how easily he turned you on even if it’s with words, and you definitely loved it when he was dominant for sure.

The waiter came and started to take your order, “I will have the ste-” you stopped mid sentence, closing your eyes and pressing your legs together as Juyeon turned on the vibrator with his phone. You looked up at him and he raised an eyebrow at you, nodding towards the confused waiter.

“Sorry, I-I will have the s-steak please.” You managed to say in the most calm and normal voice possible, stumbling upon your words a little bit.

Juyeon smiled in satisfaction and gave you an approving look, turning off the toy with a simple tap of his finger on his phone. You took a deep breath and took your glass of water, sipping it all like you were in the desert. Juyeon made normal talk with you as usual until the food arrived, you were both eating and as you took a small break from chewing he decided to turn it on again, making you drop the fork against the plate and gripping the edge of the chair with your other hand like your life depended on it.

“Everything is fine? How was the steak?” The waiter approached your table to check on both of you, you squeezed your thighs together and fake smiled up at him, “Everything was delicious.” the waiter smiled in gratitude

“Would you like any dessert?” He asked looking at both of you, Juyeon turned off the toy and placed a hand on your thigh shaking his head at the waiter, “We are fine, I’ll be getting something really sweet later. Isn’t that right love?” He asked, turning to look at you with your pink cheeks.

You nodded and the waiter excused himself to get the bill for the two of you. Once Juyeon paid and you two got out he drove to the movie theatre, he didn’t turn on the toy during the drive and as you ordered the snacks so you thought he forgot about it.

But the movie started and his hand started creeping up your thigh, his fingers too close to your clothed core and you started to feel that tingling again, damn it, why were you always so responsive to everything he did.

His hand started to massage your thigh, fingers touching over your core so slightly until he suddenly moved his hand away, your leg missing his warmth.

But seconds later the toy started to vibrate again, he set it on the lowest mode so it was a slight tingling at first, you could definitely take it. But he started to raise the mode, making you squirm a little on your seat, your breathing becoming a little unsteady, until he set it almost at the highest level making you jump a little and knocking the popcorn over. You leaned against him, gripping his arm and burying your face against it to muffle your soft sounds, the people from other rows giving you quick glances.

“J-Juyeon I can’t take it here.” you whimpered a little into his ear and he turned it off. He took your hand and pulled you up, walking out of the place and to his car, driving home without saying a word, only placing his hand on your thigh during the entire ride.

Once you two arrived home, he wasted no time slamming the door close and pushing you against it, caging you with his arms.

“I told you not to make any noise and people noticed at the end.”

You whined, moving your body against his but he pushed you back against the cold door. “Look at you, all needy.”

He eyes you up and down hungrily, “Should I fuck you? You didn't do as you were told, not sure if you deserve it.” He hummed as he pretended to think deep about it.

“Please Juyeon.” you whined, squeezing your legs together.

“Please what baby? I can’t understand you if you don’t tell me what you want.” He tilted his head to the side, lips too close to yours teasing you but moving back every time you tried to kiss him, smirking to himself at how bad you wanted him.

“Please fuck me, I need you right now.” He raised an eyebrow at you and leaned in to kiss you hungrily, he grabbed you by the ass and lifted you up, carrying you towards the bedroom and letting you fall on the bed.

“Take off your clothes and spread your legs for me.” You did as you were told, and laid in bed waiting for him as he went to pick something from the drawer.

He came back and bit his lip at the sight of you completely naked and waiting for him, feeling his dick getting hard already. He moved over you, hands grabbing your tits and squeezing them lightly, placing kisses over them before sucking your nipples and biting them lightly.

He took something from behind his back and that’s when you noticed the little chain, it was a nipple toy with two little clamps, he put them on your nipples, barely gripping on them since the material was really soft and loose. It was just enough to stimulate your nipples, the pretty chains hanging with a red heart stone at the bottom.

“I love your tits so much and they look even more beautiful with these on.” He said admiring your breasts, leaning down to place more kisses over them. He stood up and removed his clothes, your mouth almost watering as soon as you saw his hard cock, he took his phone and turned on the toy you forgot you still had, making you squirm on the bed as he pumped himself watching you.

You were about to squeeze your legs together but he stopped you and pushed them apart again, “Keep them open for me.��� He said in a low and husky voice. His thumb moving to play with the precum on the tip, deciding it was enough he turned off the toy and hooked a finger on the silicone strap that was out, pulling out the toy. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” he moaned just at the sight.

He couldn’t take it anymore, the little games must wait for another time, he positioned himself at your entrance and finally pushed into you. Both of you moaning in pure pleasure, he pinned your hands besides your head and started thrusting into you, watching you whine and looking at your tits bouncing with the little chains over them.

He felt you clenching around him and he pulled out making you whine as he moved his dick against your folds in a teasing way.

“Juyeon... don’t do that.” he went down to suck on your neck, “You don’t deserve to cum, you lost the little game remember?” he whispered into your ear and you started to grind against him, but that only made him move his hands to grip your hips and pushing them down against the mattress to prevent you from moving. “If you want to finish you will need to beg for it.” he smirked.

“Juyeon please... I want to feel you inside me, I really need you.” you whimpered and he grabbed your legs, putting them over his shoulders and pushing back into you, the new angle hitting you on the right spot making you see stars already.

He kept thrusting into you but he felt you starting to clench again and he pulled out, flipping you around and putting you in four, hands and knees against the mattress as he pushed you back into him. Slamming into you again, hand moving to push your shoulders down until you were pressed against the mattress with only your ass in the air for him to thrust into you. It didn’t take long until both of you reached your orgasms, finally allowing you to come, you gripped the bedsheets underneath you as you felt him twitch inside you followed by warmth coating your walls, this time he came more than other times and you grinned. He pulled out and collapsed into bed next to you, still working on catching his breath and smiling lazily at you.

“Well, that was...”

“Amazing.” you finished the sentence and he wrapped an arm around you pulling you closer to him, resting your head on his chest feeling sleepy already. He caressed your back as your eyes started to close, whispering sweet words and placing soft kisses on your head until you fell asleep.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Another ficlet inspired by @haysgrove and this little doodle of Janus telling Logan he loves him. Don't ask how it happened, I don't know.

"Hey, Logan!" Janus called as he and his current date walked through the courtyard on their way to the library for a study date.

Logan stormed passed without even acknowledging him.

Janus frowned and came to a stop. "Sorry, sugar, I'm gonna have to take a rain check," he said as he pulled his arm from his date and trotted after Logan before the man ever had a chance to respond.

"Hey."

Logan jerked his arm away and spun around when a hand caught his arm.

Janus jumped back and raised his hands. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you," he kept his voice low. "Are you okay?"

Logan nodded and quickly swiped his cheek, avoiding Janus's worried gaze. "Sorry. I didn't realize it was you."

"That's alright. What happened? I thought you had a date tonight."

Logan folded his arms over his stomach. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"We don't have to then," Janus replied and tucked an arm around Logan's waist and began to lead him away. "We can just go to my place and eat ice cream. How's that?"

Logan nodded and let Janus guide him down the sidewalk. Not for the first time, Logan found himself wishing he were smaller like Virgil so he could better tuck against Janus’s side and hide himself from the cruelty of the world.

"Thanks, Jan."

"You've very welcome, dear," Janus answered with a smile. He went up on his tiptoes and pecked Logan's cheek. "I love you."

Logan stopped in his tracks, tears swelling up in his brown eyes. It wasn't the first time Janus had told him he loved him, in fact he'd said it several times with the same quick peck on the cheek as a farwell as Janus rushed off to work or to meet up with his family, but tonight he couldn't handle it.

"What's- Oh honey..." Janus's face fell when Logan pushed up his glasses to bury his face in his hands. "Here, come here. Sit here, darling." He pulled Logan toward the short wall that created a planter between the sidewalk and the building and made Logan sit. Janus wrapped his arms over Logan's shoulders, gently holding his head to his chest and thumbing little circles behind Logan's ear.

"What did that brute do to you, hm?" He asked softly and kissed the top of Logan's head.

"It's stupid," Logan answered once he'd calmed some.

"I some how doubt that," Janus replied and took a cloth from his pocket. He gently lifted Logan's glasses from his face and dried them. "You're not usually this upset after a date doesn't go well." He set Logan's glasses back on his face then pushed his hair over his shoulder to rub his back.

"I don't wanna talk about it here."

"Let's get you home then." For a moment Janus thought he saw a grimace flash across Logan's face, but then he just nodded and stood, offering his hand to Janus.

---

Logan sat on the floor, his back pressed against the couch and chin rested on his folded arms. Janus sat on the couch behind him gently brushing his hair. They sat in silence, ice cream forgone, opting instead to just be for a little while.

"Would you like me to braid your hair?" Janus offered.

Logan shook his head.

"Would you like to talk about whatever is very obviously upsetting you?"

"I don't know how to. Not without sounding... pretentious."

"Babe, you're talking to the guy with the best hair in class and I know it. I won't judge."

Logan sighed. "It feels like guys only wanna go out with me to get me to bed. I mean, I know I'm attractive, I work hard to look like this. I just... I want normal dates sometimes too."

Janus nodded sagely. "I understand. People treat you a certain way because of your looks and then when you don't give in they accuse you of being the shallow one without ever having taken the time to get to know you. I have taken the time to get to know you, though, so I have a sneaking suspicion there's a little more to it than that."

"He was being really pushy about it. Not- not directly, but I mean, the hints were obvious. Even after I told him flat out I wasn't interested in that tonight, he just ignored it. So I left."

"I'm glad you did. It's better than making yourself do something you don't actually want to do. Especially when it comes to things like this."

"It just hurts. It feels like that's all he saw in me."

"Well, let me tell you what I see in you besides someone who is, in fact, insanely attractive. I see an amazing musician, and a brilliant artist. I see someone who is both one of the most compassionate people I know and also one the scariest when someone hurts his friends. I see a good big brother, and someone with the potential to be the resident Mom Friend, even if he doesn't always have the impulse control," Janus teased lightly. He pulled Logan's head back into his lap and kissed his forehead. "And I see one of the best people I've ever had the privilege of calling my friend. I see someone I love very much."

Tears leaked from the corners of Logan's eyes and streamed into his hair. "I love you too," he croaked.

"You know what else I see?"

"What?"

"I see someone in desperate need of cuddles. C'mon, you can use me for a pillow." Janus lightly pushed on Logan's shoulders to get him to sit up.

Logan snorted and let Janus haul him to his feet. "I'd crush you if I used you for a pillow."

"I'd be okay with that," Janus answered with a cheeky smile. "Platonically, of course."

Logan rolled his eyes and let Janus guide him by the hand to his room. "Of course. Thanks for taking care of me tonight, Jan."

"Oh, darling, don't thank me yet. I'm not finished with you." Janus left Logan standing by his bed and moved to the closet. He picked up a black bag from the floor and carried it to Logan.

"What's this?"

"That's your Emergency Stay at Janus's House bag," Janus replied cheerfully. "It has everything you need to have a proper spontaneous night over including your preferred facewash and deodorant because I know your skin is a little more sensitive. They were Virgil’s idea. I'm making them up so we can all have one at each other's houses. It's not so bad if one of us is over at your house since we can all wear clothes that are too big for us, but it's a little harder for you or Roman to wear smaller clothes. Roman's also has a few extra hair treatments because he's a monster," he shook his head, "but that's a different fight. This one's yours and there are fresh jammies in there for you, clothes for tomorrow, and a tooth brush."

Janus blinked in surprise when Logan suddenly wrapped his in a tight hug. Then he smiled and patted his back. "You're welcome. Let's get ready for bed now."

---

Logan arched an amused brow when Janus snaked an arm under his neck and slipped the other around his ribs, and pulled himself flush against Logan's back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cuddling you," he answered matter of factly.

"Janus, I'm almost a foot taller than you. You can't cuddle me."

"I can and I will. You deserve to be treated with softness. I don't care how big you are, you deserve to be held."

"Are you just trying to see how many times you can get me to cry tonight?" Logan wanted to know.

Janus chuckled. "Of course not, darling. Here, roll over for me," Janus ordered and turned onto his back. He guided Logan onto his stomach so his head was pillowed on Janus's chest, tucked just under his chin.

"Are you okay like this? I don't wanna hurt you."

"You're not," Janus promised and kissed his head. "Just close your eyes and relax. You don't have to worry about anything else tonight."

Logan closed his eyes with a sigh and drifted off to a soft humming and the thrum of Janus’s heartbeat under his cheek.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Growing closer

summary: Harry and Loralie spend the night at Y/n and Milo’s flat for the first time and the kids spend time getting closer to the others parent. 

warnings/disclaimers: mentions(?) of smut, its not much. i wont ever write much again because i hate writing it and i’m horrible at it so this is the most you will get, sorry! barely edited so sorry about that!!!

Y/n invited Harry and Loralie to spend the night. She decided to take their relationship to the next step and make plans for Loralie and Harry to come over and spend the night. She went down to the market earlier and got some ingredients for dinner, stress cleaning her flat, and helped Milo clean his barely used room before the two came over. 

Now they sit in Y/n living room, Milo and Loralie on the floor playing together while Harry and Y/n set up on the couch together, sipping some wine. A random Disney movie plays, none of them are really paying attention to it, it’s mainly on for background noise. They finished dinner not too long ago, they had an arugula salad, then garlic Parmesan pasta. It was amazing and they all scarfed it down but now they are bloated and tired. “It’s almost Loralie’s bedtime.” Harry whispers, pecking Y/n’s jaw. She giggles, pulling her head away from him and standing up. 

She pulls Milo up, kissing his cheeks. “It’s time for bed, babe.” She says, softly bouncing him on her hip while she takes him to his bedroom, glancing back to see if Harry was collecting Loralie and joining them. They settle the kids for bed, changing them into pajamas and saying their goodnights, tucking them into bed then checking for monsters and leaving a kiss on their heads. 

They head back out to the living room, sitting on the couch and resuming their wine drinking and movie watching. They cuddle under a thick fluffy blanket, Harry’s head resting on her shoulder while they both sag into each other. “Thanks for inviting us over.” Harry hums, his lips finding her shoulders. 

Y/n nods, kissing the top of his head. “It’s no problem. I love being around you guys.” Harry’s kisses travel further up, tickling Y/n’s neck. “Yeah,” he hums on her neck, his nose rubbing alongside her jaw. She giggles, pushing him away. “Our kids just went to bed!” She says, also a little nervous because this would be her and Harry’s first time if it goes anything past kissing. Harry shrugs, lifting her up bridal style and giving her a rough kiss. 

Y/n laughs, jumping down. She wraps her arms around his neck, slotting her lips with his. Harry’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him. He sloppily leads them to her bedroom door, knocking over an empty wine glass on the way, knocking into a wall, and finally accidentally slamming the door against the wall once he got to it. 

Y/n giggles on his lips, pulling away to look around the corner. Milo and Loralie yank open Milo's bedroom door. “Shh!” Milo says, his hair already a mess and his eyes dropping with sleep. The parents hold on a laugh, Y/n covering her mouth with her hand. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s go back to sleep.” Harry whispers, turning the kiddies around and leading them back to the bedroom. Y/n joins them, a small smile on her face. They tuck them back in, kissing their foreheads and heading back to Y/n’s room. 

“We better just head to bed.” Y/n says from her closet, tossing out some pajamas for herself. Harry nods, deciding they can try again another night- a night there their kids are being baby sat. They get cozy in bed, flipping on the TV. They watch some news for a bit, getting updated on a few things before they switch it off, turning off the side table lamps. They settle into bed, giving each other a goodnight peck. “There is always next time.” 

***************************

When they wake up the next morning it’s absolute chaos, grumpy children and tired parents, everyone trying to get ready for the day and make breakfast. “No, sit down. You can play later.” Y/n says to Milo, pointing to his chair and setting his breakfast in front of him, some eggs, a half piece of toast, and two pieces of sausage. Usually she is lucky if most of his food doesn’t end up on him. 

“Okay! Wear your pajamas for the rest of the day. Whatever, just go eat, please. And no more raising your voice at daddy or you're taking a nap early today.” Harry says, trying to keep his voice calm while he tries to settle down his two year old. 

Y/n softly laughs, “looks like we’re both struggling.” Harry nods, still in his pajamas and his hair a mess. They have both been so focused on their grumpy children that they haven’t even had time to brush their teeth let alone take a gander in the mirror and see how frightening they truly look. 

“Here’s some breakfast for your troubles.” Y/n offers a plate to him, setting a fork down on it making a little clink. Harry thanks her, joining the kids who are rudely eating with their hands and not even giving their forks a thought (but they were toddlers so no one cared). Y/n eventually joins them, setting her own plate down with a yawn. 

“What are we doing?!” Milo asks, Harry tiredly laughing. “We are eating breakfast, mate.” He says, giving him a tired smile. Y/n laughs at the interaction, covering her mouth, “No, H, he means like… what are we doing today?” Y/n informs him, a giggle in her voice. Harry raises his eyebrows, “ohhh,” Harry nods, “yeah, I knew that.” 

“Well we’re gonna let them go home, baby. Then I gotta go down to the shop.” Y/n smiles, pushing Milo's sippy cup toward him. 

They finish up breakfast, Harry helping Y/n clean the kitchen before they finally get themselves ready and part ways, having a long goodbye. 

*******************************************************

Harry was taking Milo out today and Y/n was taking Loralie out. Harry and Y/n talked and they thought it would help grow their relationships, even though Harry was already best buddies with Milo, and Y/n and Loralie were the best of friends they needed to become more or parental figures than best friends with the kids. So they arranged to take the other out and get to know them more, treat them like they would their own children instead of a friend. 

Harry was going to take Milo out to a baseball game and Y/n is taking Loralie out to get Mani pedis, to the mall, then to dinner. 

Harry and Milo were already at the baseball game, getting settled in while Y/n and Loralie are on the way to their nail appointment. 

Harry and Milo get settled in their seats, the game not started yet. “Are you excited for the game, bub?” Harry asks, looking down where Milo is sitting in his stadium seat. Milo nods, giving him a thumbs up while he plays with his toy dinosaur. “Dinosaur.” he says, making it walk up Harry's arm before making the brachiosaurus bite his shoulder. “Munch munch! He got you!” Milo dramatically says, standing up in his seat. Harry laughed, gasping and backing up a little, “Ahh!” Milo giggles. Harry didn't even know where he got that dinosaur from, he didn't see it on the ride over so he must have stashed it in his pocket. 

“Okay, bub, smile for mummy. Gotta let her know we made it here safe.” Harry says, pulling out his phone and opening his camera, leaning toward Milo and smiling widely, Milo smiling widely and closing his eyes, his small dimples poking out. Harry chuckles, pulling the phone away and sending the photo off to the little boy's mum. 

Harry: Already having bunches of fun! *1 attachment* 

“Loralie, text your daddy back and tell him I'm trying to drive” Y/n jokes, making Loralie look up at her while she's strapped in her car seat. “What?” she asks, making Y/n laugh, pulling into the nail places car park. “Nothing, Lora. Let's get our nails done, girl!” she sings, unbuckling her car seat and pulling her out, softly setting her down on the concrete and holding her hand while they walk into the nail salon. 

They get seated together, Loralie giggling at the chair massaging her back. Y/n snaps a photo of her to send to Harry later when her fingers aren't wet. “What color did you pick out?” Y/n asks Loralie, turning toward her. “I got purple, daddy likes it.” Y/n heart swells, Loralie is such a sweet girl. “Good choice!” she smiles, looking at the light pink color she picked for herself. 

**

“Are you having fun, Milo?” Harry asks, watching the boy eat a snow cone almost the size of him that he purchased for him not too long ago. Milo nods, smiling up at him while he spoons another mountain of the ice treat in his mouth, getting it all over his nose and around his mouth. Harry laughs, “Here, bub.” he laughs, handing him a paper napkin. Milo takes it, messily wiping around his face. Harry nods watching him try and get it off, glancing back at the game. 

The announcer yells as the better runs to home base, making a home run. Milo cheers with the crowd, pumping his small fists in the air. Harry's eyes widened, laughing for the thousandth time today. How did he know anything about the game? Milo looks around, still excited even though the crowd has died down. Oh, he was only excited because everyone else was. 

**

“Our nails are so cute!” Y/n cheers, walking out of the nail salon. Loralie squeals, looking at her purple fingers and toes. “Lets send daddy a photo!” Y/n says, putting her hand out, Loralie quickly joins her hand between their bodies. Y/n takes the photo, sending the one she took earlier of Loralie and the one she took just now to him before getting them back in the car. 

Y/n: Our nails are done :) *two attachments* 

They zoom to the mall, hopping out and walking around first, looking at some stuff through display cases, perfume, pretty (but super expensive) jewelry, and some old lady jewelry. Then they head up the escalator (Y/n and Loralie holding hands extra tight because Loralie was scared), going to look around at all the different stores they have. 

Loralie stops a candy store, gasping and pointing to it. Y/n instantly laughs, leading her to the candy store. “Okay, we're only getting a little, we aren't telling daddy, and we are gonna eat it after dinner, ‘kay?” Y/n asks, Loralie looking up to her, nodding as if she was keeping the most precious secret. They collect their candy, definitely getting more than they should have, but it was worth it to see the little girl so happy. 

Loralie squeals, running out of the candy store, one arm clutching the candy bag and her other hand still holding Y/n’s hand. Y/n laughs, walking with her. Y/n had expected to feel a little awkward today, not sure what to talk about or how to treat Loralie but she's had a bunch of fun with her and she already feels that parental role taking over. 

They end up in a random kids store, filled with stuffed animals, toys, kids jewelry, and clothes. “Look!” Loralie basically yells toward Y/n, showing her some play pearls. Y/n smiles, taking them and nodding. “Like what daddy wears!” she gushes, making Y/n pout, she's the most adorable girl. “Yeah, let's get them and you can match daddy.” Loralie nods, pulling another off of the display and holding it up to her. “For Milo” she smiles. Y/n pouts, kissing the top of her head. 

“Sounds good, babe” 

**

“Want a hat or something, Milo?” Harry asks, looking around the gift shop with the boy. Milo shrugs, more interested in making his toy dinosaur crawl up Harry's leg. Harry chuckles, pulling the toy up on his hip, “let's get you this hat” he says, flopping the small hat on the boy's hat before stomping over to the cash register, feeling heavy and bloated from all the crappy baseball stadium food they ate today. 

They buy the hat, Harry placing it back on the toddler's head and walking back to the car with him on his hip since he was half asleep. “I've had a great day with you, bub.” Harry says to Milo, almost to the car. Milo sleepily places his head on top of Harry's, closing his eyes, “me too.” Harry's heart squeezes, thinking he could cry. “I'm happy you did.” 

**

“Dinner was good!” Y/n smiles, throwing away their trash from their huge slices of food court pizza. Loralie smiles, wiping the rest of the greasing from her face on the back of her hand then wiping it on her pants. Y/n laughs at her actions, wiping off her hands. “Well, I guess it's time to go meet daddy and Milo!” she hums, pulling her up on her hip and heading back down the escalator to hop back in the car to drive back to her flat. 

They get back to her flat in about twenty minutes, heading up the stairs. She unlocks the door, placing a sleeping Loralie on the couch before she heads to her bedroom, changing into some pajamas. She hears a soft knock on her door, unlocking it and opening it to find Harry with Milo sleeping in his arms. Y/n laughs, “just lay him on the couch” she whispers, pointing over to the couch. 

Harry places the boy on the couch softly, making sure not to wake him. He walks over to the counter, watching Y/n get a glass of water. “How was your day?” he smiles, leaning over the counter, kissing her. “It was a lot of fun.” he admits, smiling widely. Y/n smiles widely back at him, “Good. I had so much fun with her. We had a blast.” 

Harry smiles, “That's amazing to hear, babe. Now I gotta get the sleepy girl home” he peers over the couch, watching his daughter sleep for a second. Y/n shrugs, “or you could spend the night again?” she smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Harry smiles down at her, kissing his head. 

“Yeah, maybe I'll stay the night.”

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[blueprint-han]

plushies — bang chan.

pairing — chan x (fem) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 2 K

warnings — reader is obsessed with plushies <3

note — this idea is credited to @orphic-chan !! I have her permission to use it, so mei I hope you like this :"( and that I did it justice <333 🥺 I'm fond of this blurb xkxjxjjdjdjdjdjd

“Hey look!”

Your face lights up with the pure joy of a child as you run towards the store, gazing through the glass with heightened excitement. Your husband grins at you, walking to where you’re standing and staring at the display case. 

“What is it, princess?”

You ignore the blush that creeps up to your cheeks when you hear that nickname, focusing on the cute wolf plushie that’s sitting neatly on the case. It’s tiny paws hold a heart, although you don’t need to focus on those details — you were sold the moment you’d seen the plushie from far away.

“Can we get that, please please please please please-” You pout with pleading eyes, jumping in your place from excitement. Chan laughs, reaching out to ruffle your hair before shaking his head.

“Don’t you have to wolfchan plushie already?”

“Yeah but… look at this — there can never be enough plushies that can remind me of you, you know.”

“But at this rate, our whole bedroom’s gonna be filled with plushies.” Chan gives you a thoughtful smile. “How many do you have right now — twelve?”

“Fourteen.” You frown sarcastically. “But that’s not the point! It’s so cute, I want it, pleaseeeeee…”

“Y/N, how many plushies, out of the fourteen, do you actually sleep with?”

Your expression droops down, as you’re hit with realisation. You’ve had an obsession for plushies ever since you were little, and that attraction had surely carried into adulthood as well. You couldn’t help it. They were so soft and comfortable to cuddle with — you’d bought most of the fourteen plushies when Chan was away slaving at JYP, and you missed his cuddles dearly. A little Versace Eros and a wolf chan plushie did wonders to your cuddle-deprived soul, to be honest.

It hasn’t even been a year since you and Chan had tied the knot and made it official — but nevertheless, you’ve been enjoying your marriage. Calling Bang Chan your “husband” surely induced a feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your gut — it didn’t help when Chan would call you his wife, his princess, and all those cute nicknames from time to time either. 

“Hey, but why do I need a plushie when I have the actual wolf chan beside me, am I right?” You lean in as though to whisper a secret into his ear, and Chan does the same, though he’s internally giggling at how cute you’re being right now. “Plus, don’t tell wolfchan, but your cuddles are better.” you whisper softly, as though not wanting the wolf plushie to hear you.

Chan bursts into a fit of giggles at that, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a protective hug. “You’re so precious.”

“So can we get the plushie now? Chan squints at your insistence, shaking his head before leaning down to lift you into his arms bridal style — invoking a squeal from you. You tightly grip onto his jacket, eyes going wide as you scan the crowd around you. Thankfully, no one seems to be bothered by Chan’s public display of affection and he starts walking with you clinging onto him.

“I- Are… are you gonna carry me all the way home?” You feel flustered, even though such incidents are more than common in the many years you’ve been with Chan. He was pretty outward and outgoing, never really shying away from doing something to show you just how much he cherished you. He also secretly loves seeing you get surprised and flustered when he did something like what he’s doing right now.

“As long as my hands can take it.” Chan shrugs, shooting you a gentle, pretty smile that takes your breath away before walking home with you in his arms.

The next week, you pull him out of his studio for a break after missing him for too long, and he readily obliges, following in pursuit as you take him to your favorite diner.

“It’s been a while since we’ve eaten here.” Chan says.

“Yeah, can’t wait to eat those waffles again.” You chirp, before turning towards him and putting on a mockingly serious expression. “And you mister husband, are going to eat as much as you can — and no coffee.”

Chan frowns and pouts at you. “But princess-”

“No- no princess. Look at you. You have such dark eyebags again, and you’ve gotten so pale.”

Chan sighs, feeling a warm feeling flow up his chest when you quiz his hand you’re holding in yours gently. “Okay, fine. As long as you’re happy.” 

“Hey!” You slap his arm playfully, and Chan’s jaw drops as he giggles along with you. “What was that for?” he asks.

“I didn’t let you be this adorable and sweet right now.”

“I don’t need any permission, remember? I’m your husband, I can make you shy whenever I want.”

You make a defeated face at him, opting to grab the menu cards to hide the heat that’s spreading all over your face. 

“By the way, isn’t that my hoodie?”

“It’s my hoodie.” you say as a matter-of-fact, flipping through the pages to see what you could order. The pasta looked delicious—

Chan sighs, reaching over to hold your hand before lifting it up, pointing at the way the sleeves reached up to your knuckles and covered your hand almost completely. You simply smirk at his implication.

“Really?” He asks.

“Well, it was your hoodie. It’s mine now.” You say, sipping some water before realising what you meant. “Uh, um.. Only if you’re comfortable though-”

“Hey, hey.” Chan beams at you, the grip on your hand growing tighter. “I really don’t mind. Plus, you look really cute. But I have to admit, I thought the whole stealing-my-boyfriend’s-hoodies-phase would be over once we were married.”

“Well, it will never, for you. Your hoodies are cozy, plus, they smell like you.”

“Gosh, you’re so adorable.”

“No you are! Look at you — your beautiful brown eyes, your perfect face, your beauty, your smile that always makes me melt, your-”

Chan giggles and covers his face with his palms at the sudden overdose of compliments, feeling his skin burn red. You smile cheekily in victory, pulling his hands away from his face to look at how pretty he was when he was complimented. It was truly a sight to cherish.

“See, I was right. You’re so adorable.”

“Nooooo…” Chan speaks in his tiny voice — the voice that usually comes out when he’s extremely flustered, and only comes out around you. He pats his cheeks to feel how warm they’ve gotten and huffs, glaring at you frivolously. It’s his turn to grab the menu card placed on the side of the table, using it to cover his blush.

“Awhhh, you’re so cuteeee.” You squeal silently, feeling your heart jump out of your chest at the sight in front of you. Your husband being this way was rare, considering his busy schedule most of the time, but whenever he got like this, you always felt like you’d faint from how cute he really was.

“Stoppp,” He dreamily twinkles at the back of the menu card, trying to keep a straight face when you force him to put it down, but failing miserably.

“I’m gonna do this a lot more often if this is the result.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why don’t you order, hm? I’m hungry.”

“Changing the subject… I wouldn’t allow it usually but since you said you’re hungry I’ll let you get away with it- but hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s that bag for?”

Chan hums, turning to finally remind himself of the bag that sits beside him. “You’ll see.” He winks at you, and you squint, letting it brush off before calling for the waiter to order. Was it a gift for you? You’re delving too deep into it, if he told you that you’d see, than you trust your husband enough to know that you would.

Once your dinner is completely done, you groan in satisfaction. “That pasta was so good.”

“So was that piccata. It’s been a long time since I’ve had something other than packaged ramen and rice. Thank you for bringing me here my love, I really appreciate it.”

“Awh, don’t thank me. I’m here to remind you to take breaks from time to time, you know.” You smile sweetly, cupping his cheek from across the table, and if it weren't for the table obstructing you, you’d have placed a delicate kiss on his lips too. The bustling noise of the diner is fairly irrelevant to you — but that’s the beauty of being with your husband. When he’s there, you seem to be caged in another reality, another dimension where only the two of you exist, and only the two of you enjoy each other’s company.

“I have to. You take such good care of me.” He turns his head to place a soft, lingering kiss onto your palm, and you can’t help but smile brighter (if that’s even possible). 

“I only do what I have to, and want to, love. You’ll never have to thank me, because I love you.”

Chan can feel himself blushing again and that, and you coo at the way he averts his eyes down to hide his flustered expression. “Hey, you’re doing that again.”

“Well, didn’t we already finish eating?”

“Yeah, but…” Chan can’t stop smiling, and his heart can’t stop feeling like it’s gonna disintegrate into a thousand butterflies any second. He then looks around, trying to avoid your eyesight and almost certain that you’d be looking at him with that i-made-you-shy-smirk, and his eyes land on the bag beside him. “Hey, I have something for you.”

“For me?” You clutch your chest at the gesture, feeling your insides warm up at the thought of him getting you something for his meet with you after many days. “Awh, you didn’t have to, love.”

Chan chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you. “Pretty sure you’re gonna take that back once you see what’s inside.” He says that to build your excitement, and then hands you the bag, which you happily accept. You close your eyes for a split second to take in how happy, and how calm you feel right now, like everything is in place — and then open the bag to see what’s inside.

And when you see it, everything inside you short circuits. 

“Omo, nooo, are you serious?” You pull out the tiny wolf plushie out of the bag. It’s the same as the one you’d seen on your last date (and the one Chan had refused to buy you), except smaller, and therefore, cuter. You gently place your index finger on the wolf’s nose, cooing at how adorable it looked. “Tinie… it’s so small oh lord.” 

Chan can’t help but twinkle at how excited you are, especially with such a small gift. Really, he just reminded himself to wake up early and go to the shop the day after that date, and enquired to see if there was a smaller version available. Just that small gift having the ability to induce so much happiness in you, and just one smile from you having the capability to throw him off the edge and make his stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies, at that point, Chan knows he loves you.

“B-but, didn’t you not want to buy this?”

“You seemed to really like it, and besides, who am I to deny spoiling my wife?”

You make a cringy pout at him, and successfully make Chan laugh from your expression. “Hey, now you’re doing that thing where you make me blush.” You cuddle the plushie close to your chest, rocking it back and forth and relishing how small yet soft it felt against you. You then pull away to tug at the heart it holds in front of it. “Wolf Chan has all of my heart.” You say, smiling to yourself in pure bliss.

“All of it?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay fine, my cute husband has most of it.”

“Hey, I wanted to be the one to have your heart!” He frowns and mimics your pout.

You snort at that, leaning forward as though to whisper something to your husband, and just like the last date, Chan leans in to listen to you.

“Well, don’t tell wolfchan… but you have all of my heart.”

And after that, your whole room is filled with tiny plushies that your husband spoils you with every time he takes you out on a date.

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[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Can I ask what it would be like for Solsu having to take care of drunk romanced companions? Bonus points if they're told about their shenanigans afterword.

Cait:

(Angry drunk)

•It's best that you don't drink in polite company with her. She's already a feisty individual with a burning passion for inflicting pain, you make her drunk and it's only a matter of time before she incites some horrible fight.

•Sounds funny, but it's really not. Reign her back. Please.

Curie:

.......you aren't really gonna let her drink, right? I highly advise you don't....

Danse:

(Horny drunk 👀)

•Danse hardly ever partakes in more than a couple glasses with company and this is exactly why.

•At first it all starts off nice and smooth, just Danse beginning to gradually relax- which is "outstanding" considering his usual rigid disposition. However once that fine line of too many drinks have been crossed, all hell breaks loose.

•It'll start with comments on your appearance, simple incessant "you look beautiful"s spoken with dazed eyes...then it escalates to Danse pulling you into his lap where you're met with his obvious "intentions" prodding you in the ass, all while being held in a bear hug from a blushing, smiling Paladin who happens to look like a kicked puppy when you make him calm down with a drink of water. Don't worry, he might mope but he'll quit if you tell him to.

•Perks back up when you tell him it's time to go to bed...only to mope even more when he realizes that no, it isn't for sexy times. No worries, he'll be happy so long as you let him hold you..

•Is absolutely ashamed and horrified of his behavior when he wakes up and you tell him what went down. Probably will hide his face in his pillows and try to disappear. Swears he won’t drink again and make a fool of himself like that….will totally drink some more.

•Just be lucky he wasn’t feeling melancholic like a post BB Danse would.

Deacon:

(Stupid drunk..)

•Ever seen that one video of that guy busting through drywall like Kool-Aid Man? That's Deacon's level of maturity when properly intoxicated.

•No worries, Desdemona is going to bitch at him from the time he does something too stupid until he isn't even drunk anymore. Frankly, he deserves it too- he's destructive, reckless, and...well..hilarious, but that doesn't mean it's redeemable!

•He seems to perfectly remember all his antics, some he even reflects upon with a proud grin..until his hangover ends up making him wince in pain. Just...take care of him, there isn't any point in trying to scold him. Des has that covered anyways.

Gage:

(Emotional drunk)

•A drunk gage was both extremely rare because of his genuine hate for alcohol and also very shocking. Sure, one may assume that someone so rugged and tough like a raider- especially Gage- would have no issue handling his liquor....oh how wrong you could be...

•You weren't entirely sure what happened, much less where he got the idea, but somehow Gage got the absurd notion that you decided he wasn't good enough for you and you were going to just leave him behind. He'd keep it in for a while, slowly growing more quiet as he took practical gulps of his drink. That doesn't last.

•Eventually he starts to cry, silent tears pouring from his good eye. Whenever you actually notice, it's too late. Just pray no one else is around when this next part happens.

•All it takes is you coming to his side, placing a comforting hand on his back and he crumbles. He'll grab you and push his face into your chest and start sobbing, wailing incoherently as he begs you to not leave him.

•It might seem humorous, but it raised several questions.

•The morning after his outburst, you wake up extra early to present him with a half way decent breakfast in bed- extra grease on the food for good measure. Once he seems to be more coherent, you make sure to talk to him about his apparent fear of you not loving him...which brings him close to tears once again whenever you finally convince him that you do in fact love him and won't ever leave his side so long as he loves you back.

Hancock:

(Stealthy drunk)

•Unfortunately, the mayor of Goodneighbor doesn't really have any fun antics..well at least any that would point to him being intoxicated. Sorry.

Macready:

(Over indulging drunk)

•Mac is arguably the best one to get shit faced with, especially if you like drugs and food. Oh yeah, something about eating while intoxicated is irresistible to him. Think of it like munchies, but in Mac's case, five times as bad.

• After a couple drinks, Mac nonchalantly will reach into his pocket- gesturing for you to come close- before putting a cigarette in your mouth and lighting up- using your's to light his own. If you don't set a stopping point, the two of you will wake up down two packs, several empty containers of jet, and crumbs everywhere.

•When faced with the consequences of his gluttony, Mac will just sit there and whine as his stomach does cartwheels. That's punishment enough...

Maxson:

(Mr. Vomits-a-lot drunk)

•It takes a whole hell of a lot for Maxson to get shitfaced thanks to his rather strict habitual drinking. After all, it would be a strange day if you didn't see him knock a bottle of whisky out before finally turning in..which was kind of sad come to think of it..

•Nonetheless, he does occasionally push his limits when he's especially stressed and it's never pleasant when he does.

•It was sort of funny, in retrospect. One minute you and him were sitting on the flight deck together, casually talking whilst finishing off a bottle of shitty vodka (unknowing that he had already burned through countless bottles before meeting you) when suddenly Arthur started to look pale. It just kept getting worse until eventually he was frantically motioning for you to follow him as he ran to the railings, sticking his head over before throwing up whatever was on his stomach..sending it to a several hundred foot drop below.

•It's a good thing you held him, otherwise the brotherhood might've been short an elder and you short a partner.

•When confronted with his..let's say "overindulgence", he'll sort of look away and try to change the subject. It's probably best if you try to hide liquor for a while. 

Nick:

(Doesn't drink....)

Old Longfellow:

With his age and experience? He's the same as Hancock.

Piper:

(Daredevil drunk)

•Hope you're sober, because if you aren't- there's a good chance you'll be spending the night in Diamond City Jail.

•Piper is reckless on a good day, putting alcohol with that in mass quantities and she's wild. Just hope you have strong will, because she sure as shit isn't going to back down easy.

•It's kind of funny, but her go to is to do crazy shit. Jump off the roof? Hold her cup. Want to vandalize the great green wall? Fuck yeah. Nothing beats the time she wasn't careful and threw a lit cigarette down Ann Codman's cleavage during a heated argument with her.

•She has no regrets either, so don't expect her to be remorseful in the morning whenever you tell her what she did. If anything, she'll just laugh next time she sees Ann.

Preston:

(Over thinking drunk)

•If it wasn't lowkey annoying, you'd probably think Preston's drunken neuroticism was hilarious. Not to be gotten wrong, but even sober, your love could be extremely insistent..mix his anxious attitude with liquor and you end up with a terrible night.

•You knew better than to let him have more than a couple beers, seeing as his tolerance wasn't exactly the best, and yet here you were. Preston pensively sitting at the bar beside you, rich eyes narrowed and focused on the liquid in his glass- his hands resting against his head.

•"I know you're dying to ask...." "Okay babe, since you brought it up...do you think putting electrical wire around our people's settlements would be a bad idea? It might closely resemble a prison but it's for their own good. Wait- shit, what about the kids? Oh god..."

•He may just sheepishly rub the back of his head and apologize in the morning..but he'll be quick to revisit some of the key points and ideas with you if you so much as give him a chance.

X6-88:

(Ridiculous drunk)

•It was only one time..thankfully.

•You, and your whole group of friends had to convince him to try it out- but once he started, he couldn't stop.

•This asshole would throw down drinks faster than Hancock..which was terrible considering his painfully low tolerance to alcohol.

•One thing goes to another and next thing you know, "The Wanderer" is playing in the background, X is singing and dancing like an idiot, and everyone is gathered around- terrified at what they were seeing. It's sort of like seeing a deathclaw do ballet- so, totally understandable.

•He dares you to bring it up later, dares you.

[spxllcxstxr]

Four’s a Party • The Marauders

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hello ❤️! Can I have an imagine of poly! Maurauders x gryffindor!reader where you are also a maurauder and you guys are just in a cuddle puddle platonically at first but then they look like they are holding something back so you ask them what wrong and they bring up about wanting to be in a relationship together and you just ask them how long have they been thinking this and they answer since 4th year and you agree to be in a relationship with all of them and you are all just happy together? Thank you! —anon

Summary: Building a blanket fort with your boys leads to a confession

Warnings: title makes it sound suggestive, it’s only fluff I promise, Poly!marauders

Word Count: 884

A.N: Um, sorry this is so short. The last time I confessed to my crush it was the summer before eighth grade and over text and she dumped me like a week later...so this is kinda bad. I’m so sorry. I do, however, like how I wrote Sirius. So that’s a plus. Love you all ❤️

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There are plenty of advantages of having your three best friends share a dorm room.

One of which includes the reason why three sets of blankets, pillows, and sheets are sprawled out on the floor in the center of the room. Blanket forts were much easier to build when all the material was in one spot already.

Remus and James, the taller of the four of you, attempt to hang up the white sheets for the roof. James’ glasses are askew and practically sliding off of his nose while the tip of Remus’ tongue sticks out from the side in concentration.

You try to fluff the pillows for the inside, but since James always brings so many pillows from his own bed back home, your arms quickly begin to tire.

Sticking your head out from the lopsided makeshift threshold, you glance around for Sirius. You find him lounging on his stripped down bed, casually twirling his wand between his fingers.

“Oi! You going to help us anytime soon, Sirius?” You call out, eyes narrowing at his relaxed figure.

He perks up from his position to look at you. “I’m manning the music, (Y/n).”

“The record player isn’t even on, dumbarse.” You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, well—“

“Y’know, if you aren’t gonna help, I’m not going to let you into our fort.” You tease smugly.

This grabs his attention as he jumps up from his bed, the wand between his fingers ceasing it’s twirl.

“C’mon, that’s unfair! I’m no architect!” He juts his bottom lip out in a pout, grey eyes widening in an attempt to guilt trip you.

“‘I’m no architect!” You mock, rolling your eyes in the process.

“Moony...” Sirius whines childishly, stomping over to Remus, breaking his concentration. “(Y/n)’s being mean...”

You shuffle out from the fort enough to see Sirius hanging off of the lanky boy, cheek pressed into his shoulder. Remus brings up a hand, running his fingers through Sirius’ long curls.

“She’s got a point, Pads. If you don’t start fluffin’ pillows we might ban you from the fort.” Remus shrugs, adjusting one of the corners with James.

“Fine...” Sirius groans. “But only because I love you.”

He drags his body into the fort, practically beating up the pillows next to you.

“I’m James Potter.” He mimics in a high pitched voice under his breath. “And I need eight fucking pillows for my twin sized mattress.”

You bury your head into one of the pillows to stifle your giggle. Sirius’ smile grows wider at the sound.

“Rich boy Potter—“

“Done!” James calls out, clapping his hands in the process. “So you two better scooch over and make room for us.”

The floorboards had been covered with the soft burgundy and blankets, making it actually bearable to sit on the floor.

James and Remus crouch, crawling into the small space. The pillows are clustered near the center so you flop down onto them, curling around a strong arm.

“Comfortable, love?”

Your eyes slide up to see Sirius’ shit eating grin.

“Very.” You snuggle closer to him, James’ shoulder pressing into your shoulder blades. You hear Remus hum contently from the other side of Sirius.

It’s certainly quiet. The only thing you can hear is the four of you breathing and the sound of fabric rubbing together. It’s odd.

Usually the four of you would be laughing your asses off and gossiping about classes, so this awkward silence is killing you.

“Are you guys alright?” You ask into the void.

It’s quiet for a few seconds before you hear Remus sigh. “Well...”

You detach yourself from Sirius, picking yourself up to get the three of them in view.

Their shoulders are pressed closer together, almost avoiding your gaze entirely.

“We’ve been friends for quite some time and the three of us were wondering...” James starts, playing with his glasses. It’s a habit of him, that’s for sure. Trying to straighten out his glasses though they always end up tilting to the left each time.

You watch them closely, biting your lip in anticipation. You have an idea where this is heading, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

“What Jamesie here is trying to say is that we were wondering if you would like to join our little...relationship.” Sirius interjects bluntly. He shrugs at the end like he isn’t practically ripping feathers out of one of James’ expensive pillows.

Your mouth hangs open a bit in surprise. “Are you guys for real?”

“We’ve been talking about this for a while.” Remus slides his palm over to your knee, warmth blooming underneath. “You’ve always been more than just a friend to us, (Y/n).”

“How long have you guys felt like this?” You ask, dropping a hand on top of Remus’. You watch the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Since we got together.” James admits. “But we were trying to figure out a relationship with just three people that we just weren’t ready for a fourth.”

“But we’re ready now!” Sirius exclaims. “If you want to, of course.” He continues plucking brown feathers from the pillow. James takes his hand away, trying to calm his nerves. Fingers interlace in a way Sirius is able to tap the back of hand instead.

“Merlin, I’ve fancied you guys since like fourth year! Of course I want to!” You chuckle, cheeks hurting from your constant smile.

The three of them light up as you tackle them back into the pillows, laughter loud in the confined space.

You cuddle up to them, somehow able to have each of them within your grasp at all times.

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All Character Taglist: @aspiringsloth20 @amourtentiaa @cherie-draco

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from @wrenstrange! Put up the decorations, it’s finally time again! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 1957 Warnings: pure fluff, blood sample/needle/syringe, soft!Loki, fatique, fainting

You dropped like a piece of wood right about when you were making yourself a cup of tea in the kitchen. Knees ceasing to support you any longer, vision darkening, stars dancing around you making you dizzy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and before you knew it, your body finally won and shut down.

Although if you could have chosen, you would not have fallen straight into Loki’s arms whose reflexes caught you, preventing you from hitting the hard floor beneath you. He cradled you with his brows furrowed, his blue gaze almost helpless as he looked at Thor and Stark for support.

Then, everything went black.

-

“Welcome back.” You blinked, the artificial lights above your head blinding you. A hand held you down when you attempted to sit up drowsily. Bruce was leaning against a metal table in Tony’s lab, hands crossed before his chest and with a concerned expression on his face. “You blacked out,” he explained, “out of the blue.”

“How are you feeling?” Tony added.

You only realised then that it was Loki who had held you down. He was sitting on a chair right next to the makeshift bed they had carried into Tony’s lab and he was observing you with Argus eyes. Your heart sped up when you noticed. You usually tended to avoid the God of Mischief at all cost. There was a part of you that was afraid of him after watching him making an entire crowd kneel in Stuttgart, the other was hands down swooning over him. It had all started when he had rescued a cat from a tree, honouring a cliché he had not even been aware of. But someone who helped defenceless little kittens had to have a soft heart deep down, no?

Thor had brought him to Earth along with him after Asgard had been destroyed. He could not exactly be considered an Avenger but he had long surpassed the villain image… at least, to some extent. Well, you were no Avenger either. You used to be a SHIELD intern and then somehow ended up with the superheroes themselves. Apart from some basic fighting skills and the ability to use a gun, you had been trained to spend most of your time in front of a computer, often working twelve hours or even more a day. What did they say? Evil never sleeps.

“Any idea what might have caused this?” Bruce continued.

You shook your head. “No. But I’ve been having migraines and a persistent fatigue that just won’t go away.”

“I see… anything else?”

“Um…”

“You can talk to us, (Y/N).”

“Well, I… I’ve been dizzy a lot lately but that sometimes happens during my special week of the month so I didn’t think anything of it.” You took a deep breath but hesitated.

“And?”

“I’ve been sweating way more when working out. Like, a lot more. Instead of making progress… I feel like I’m getting weaker every day. It’s frustrating.”

“Uh-huh. I’m taking a blood sample. FRIDAY will run a couple of tests on you to figure out what’s wrong.”

“What? No! Nothing’s wrong! We don’t need a b-blood sample.”

“No one faints for no reason, (Y/N), especially not on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes but did not leave your side, even when Bruce started fiddling around with some gear and apparently, a first-aid kit and then approached you with a syringe and a small clear vial.

“I’ve done this a million times before, I’ll be gentle.”

“No! No, no blood test, Bruce, please!” Almost hysterically, you moved back on the bed, your heart in your mouth.

“(Y/N),” Loki suddenly said calmly. You shivered when he spoke your name, his head tilted slightly. “Are you afraid of needles?”

“N-n-no…” You lied. Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Look at me.” He said. Hesitating only a little, you did as you were told. It wasn’t like his tone allowed any contradiction anyway. In fact, it reminded you a lot of his strict and bossy tone when he had caused chaos in Germany. “It has to be done. Hold my hand and do not take your eyes off of me.”

“Who are you and what you have done to Reindeer Games?” Tony tossed in, throwing the Trickster a suspicious glance. Loki rolled his eyes once more. As if he had any obligation to explain himself to Stark of all people.

In the meantime, you were panicking even more. Loki was being nice and considerate with you and Bruce was about to pierce your skin with a needle. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… your breathing sped up.

“Look. At. Me.” Loki repeated. You obeyed this time, allowing him to take your hand and press it gently. Much to your surprise, it immediately calmed you down a little. You gaped at him unbelievingly. You didn’t even feel the needle going into your skin and drawing blood. Wait… was he casting a spell on you?

“There. All done.” You could not bring yourself to look where Bruce brought your blood sample but when both Tony and he stepped away and turned their backs on you, you swallowed.

“T-thank you…” You had to ask—not because you did not think he was not capable of offering his help without seeking a personal advantage and not because you didn’t think he was too evil to even think about being selfless… but because you were genuinely curious about his motivation. Loki did nothing without a reason, he was always one step ahead. “You put a spell on me, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “Why… why did you do that for me?”

“We are all afraid of something.” It was the only response he gave you. For a few moments, you merely sat there quietly, neither of you uttering a single word. Only when Bruce and Tony returned did you realise that Loki was still holding your hand.

“Okay… I’ve got the results from your blood test and FRIDAY couldn’t find anything suspicious.” Tony announced, scrolling on his tablet. Bruce adjusted his glasses to take a peek.

“You said you’ve been feeling tired? You sweat a lot, you get dizzy, and I’m presuming you barely have an appetite?”

“I don’t have time to eat a lot to be honest…” You confirmed.

“Any concentration problems?”

Pressing your lips together to a thin line, you thought about it for a moment. Now that he mentioned it… it had gotten obnoxiously hard to focus on your work lately. Eventually, you nodded.

“Sounds like severe exhaustion to me.” Bruce said. “Do you have issues with low blood pressure or diabetes or any other medical condition? No, FRIDAY would have found something like that. You know what I think? You overworked yourself.”

“Like… a burnout?” You probed.

“Most definitely.”

You grunted. Oh, that was just great. There you were, attempting to squeeze in regular workouts in this awesome training hall the Avengers called the HARM room after work to get stronger and hence, eventually gather up the courage to speak to Loki and now you looked exactly like what you did not want him to see you as—a weak and meagre human.

“The best medicine would be for you to quit work for a while and stop physical exercise altogether.”

“Banner is right,” Tony added. “Take a few weeks off and rest, sleep in, eat more and healthy… the whole program. I officially give you a holiday.”

“You’re not my boss, Tony, you can’t give me a holiday.” Your smile was weak. “But I don’t have time for this anyway! I can’t believe this is happening so soon before Christmas!” You whined. “I can’t stay in bed, I’ve got so much to do! I have to buy presents and decorate and bake biscuits and make gingerbread… Besides, I’m gonna fall behind on all the data.”

He shrugged. “I’ll take care of that. Let me talk to Fury. You let us know if you need anything. Can you take her to her room, Reindeer Games? And please, no funny business.” Beside you, Loki was just frowning, utterly ignoring the billionaire’s request.

“Why were you pushing yourself so hard?” He finally spoke when the two Avengers had left—whether it was genuine confusion or mere curiosity in his voice, you were not sure. “Why were you training for battle in the first place? I have never seen you out on a mission.”

You sighed. Time to let the cat out of the bag, it wasn’t like you were still going to make a good impression on him anymore now.

“I wanted to impress you, I guess…”

“Impress me?” Loki repeated incredulously.

“Yeah… catch your attention… in a way. I mean, part of me is still terrified of you, of course but… you have a good heart, Loki. I knew when I saw you rescuing that cat from the tree.”

The God of Mischief rolled his eyes. “I knew this was going to damage my reputation.” He responded with a sly smirk, making you grin. “It was an innocent kitten, what was I supposed to do?”

“See?”

Your heart skipped a beat when his blue eyes locked with yours. He appeared… uncertain; not used to dealing with affection. Loki swallowed.

“Can you walk?”

“I’m not sure…”

The God of Mischief sighed, his lips pressed together to a thin line. Without any hesitation, he snuck one of his arms under your knees and wrapped the other around your waist. He lifted you off the makeshift bed as if you weighed nothing—and to him, you probably didn’t.

Loki carried you to your room in utter silence and eventually lay you down in your bed. Your heart jumped when he sat down on the edge of the bed himself, with a peculiar interest in his hands so he would not have to look you in the eye.

“There is no need to impress me.” He suddenly said. Your head shot up. “I did not think anyone would even… never mind.”

Oh. It almost felt like you were finally getting to know each other, for real this time.

“Do you want to stay for a while? I was going to watch some Christmas movies if I’m not allowed to get out of bed.” You sighed. “I can’t even decorate. You have no idea how many decorations I have to put up. None of the others care to make it a little more festive here, especially not Fury.”

“Yes, I have seen the boxes.” Loki replied. “It’s a little… corny, wouldn’t you say?”

“Honestly, when living among superheroes who risk their lives every single day, you could use a little corny.”

“I see.” Loki simply waved his hand and before you knew it, your entire room was decorated. Green and red tinsel shimmered on your window sill, holiday lights were blinking above your door and fake—but incredibly real-looking—snowflakes hung from the ceiling. Many of your favourite decoration items were now sitting on your nightstand and your desk, including your tiny little Christmas tree. The rest of the decorations, so it seemed, Loki must have spread all over the Tower.

“Oh my Goodness… Loki, this is amazing!” The God of Mischief winked and when you looked down on yourself, you noticed you too were wearing a green and gold Christmas sweater. Heavens, you could kiss him. “Thank you so much! What did you… is the entire Tower…”

“Yes.” He confirmed. He didn’t have to. Tony did only a fraction of a second later.

“Thor! Can you tell me why my Ironman helmet just grew metal antlers? I swear to God, if Reindeer Games has something to do with this…” It was then you exploded with laughter despite your exhaustion.

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[wiypt-writes]

Sunny Side Up

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? And for Mike, there’s no better way to start it than by eating his favourite thing, ever.

Pairing: Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Brief mentions of drug addiction- nothing graphic. Language!

A/N: So this was what popped into my head after seeing @imanuglywombat​ post that damned latest Sex Position as part of her downright filthy and wonderful “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “The Special Breakfast”. See here for more information. And you can totally blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this one. I wasn’t gonna write it but…yeah, I did. Sorry not sorry.  I’ve tried to make the reader as non-descript and as inclusive as I can but I don’t usually do reader x fics so I apologise if it hasn’t quite hit the mark.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Main Masterlist

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“No, that’s not the same, at all.” Mike’s voice drifted up the hallway of you house as you closed the door behind you, shutting out the bitter January wind that has descended over Dover. “Yeah, well they signed up to the terms so....”

You glanced at your watch, it wasn’t even seven-AM yet and he was already on to someone about the current case he was working. But then, that was Mike all over. An addict, only now you were glad to say the only thing flooding his system was adrenaline and passion for his work.

You hung your jacket up on the pegs by the door, unwrapped your woollen scarf from round your neck and placed that over the hook above your jacket and then reached down to unzip you boots, before toeing them off. Your sock clad feet padded down the wooden floor of the hall towards the kitchen and you walked in to see Mike was bent over a file on the island in the middle, already dressed for the office.

“Clause ninety-one, paragraph twenty, sub-bullet two. Yup. We’ll present that to them today, give them chance to respond.” He paused for a moment, his head turning to you, a warm smile spreading across his face as you leaned over for a quick peck before you headed to the fridge for a soda. “Yeah. Okay, no problem, see you about half eight.”

With that he placed the cordless phone down and turned to face you.

“Morning, Baby.” He grinned, before he nodded to the Diet Coke in your hand. “Interesting choice of drink for breakfast.”

“Technically it’s not my breakfast time.” You shrugged back. “More like dinner, I suppose.”

Mike chuckled as he crossed to space towards you, his hands falling to your hips before he bent down and brushed his lips against yours in a hardly there kiss. “Good shift?”

“A heart attack, car accident, two broken legs, couple of flu cases and a shit tonne of idiotic drunks, the finest Delaware has to offer.” You shrugged. “Usual shit.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Dr Y/L/N”

“Lucky for you I do, or we’d have never met.”

“And I’d be dead.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, swallowing a little. The memory of that night almost eighteen months ago was still raw. If you hadn’t stopped by at Mike’s that evening following an argument the pair of you had earlier in the day, you’d never have found him almost dead from an overdose. It had been a long road to recovery, and whilst nothing was ever proven, Mike and Paul were convinced that it was something to do with the safety needle case they had been working. Despite the fact that there was enough heroin in his system to stop his heart, Mike swore blind to you he hadn’t taken anything but a few lines that night, and there was something about the way he said it that made you believe him. And so did Paul.

The authorities never managed to prove anything, but there was one good thing to come out of it. When you had broken down and told Mike how scared you’d been that he was going to die and that you couldn’t cope anymore with the constant fear that one day he would kill himself for real, it gave Mike the final kick he needed because he didn’t want to lose you.

So he got clean. And this time he did it for good.

It wasn’t easy, for either of you. Once he was medically fit enough, Mike had been placed on a programme at a Rehab Centre, whereby he saw no one bar trained medical specialists and councillors for six weeks. It felt like the longest six weeks of your life but he did it. And when you went to pick him up, you instantly burst into tears at how different he looked, how better he looked, how healthy he looked.

The road to recovery is a long one, paved with temptations, you knew that being a Doctor. And whilst Mike knew and understood his triggers thanks to his programme, those temptations met him everywhere, especially because he knew exactly where and how to get his fix. So the pair of you agreed to take a fresh start. You traded Texas for Delaware, the State you were originally from, and you were beyond proud to be able to honestly state that Mike Weiss had been clean now for eighteen months. Well, apart from alcohol that is. But even that was enjoyed in moderation, and to be honest, you’d rather him sit at home with a glass or two of bourbon each night that sticking fuck knows what into his veins.

You cocked your head to one side as his hands flexed on your hip and he gave you a little side smile. “Sorry. Oh, hey guess who I got a call from?”

“Who?” You asked as he stepped back, grinning.

“The Alligator Farm. Snappy’s got himself a lady friend. They’re gonna send me some photos and stuff.”

You smiled, giving up that beloved alligator had been a hard sell to Mike. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Oh and Paul was thinking of coming over with the family in the spring. I said they could stay here, I know it’ll be a squeeze but is that okay?”

“Course it is.” You reached up to cup his cheek. “It’ll be lovely to see them again.”

Mike smiled and dropped another kiss to your lips, this one slightly stronger before you pat his chest as he rest his forehead against yours.

“I need to go shower.”

“Want me to come join you?” He asked, eyebrow raised and you smiled.

“As good as that sounds there’s something else I want more.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned, his eyes flickering down to the buttons on your blouse and you laughed.

“Calm down, Stud. I want pancakes and bacon, I don’t give a shit what time it’s supposed to be for me.”

Mike groaned as you moved away from where you’d been stood with your back to the large, stainless steel fridge and headed out of the room. He watched you go, the gently sway of your hips in your well fitted black pants made his groin twitch. He was half tempted to fuck your demands and go and jump you in the shower whether you wanted him to or not, but he’d seen the flicker your face had given when you’d described how your twelve-hour shift had gone down. Despite your blasé tone, he knew you too well and understood exactly how tired and stressed you were feeling. So, instead, he turned his attention to making breakfast.

Something he prided himself on was his cooking ability. He’d picked it up pretty fast since you’d moved here, he found it was a welcome distraction, so much so you very rarely made meals now, bar when you insisted on doing a roast which he never argued against.  Within fifteen minutes he had a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs- sunny side up, as you preferred- all laid out on the island and ready for you to help yourself to. He’d just poured you an orange juice when you walked back into the kitchen, hair piled on your head in a messy bun, wrapped in a dressing gown and he was pleased to see you looked relaxed.

“Oh, Mikey, this looks great!” You smiled as he wrapped an arm round you, kissing your head. He watched as you helped yourself to a huge plateful before making your way over to the table and sitting down with a sigh. Mike tucked his tie into his shirt to avoid it dropping into his food and plated himself a helping up before he sat down at the place next to you, cracking his neck slightly. The pair of you chatted about the day ahead, which for you consisted of sleeping until it was time to get up for your next shift, Mike’s contained a meeting with a company who he was currently in the process of negotiating a settlement with on behalf of a client. When you’d finished, Mike made to clear away the dishes but you gently placed your hand on his arm and stood up, insisting on doing it as he’d cooked.

When you returned to the table, Mike pushed his chair back slightly and patted his knee.

“Come ‘ere.” He smiled softly and you grinned, settling yourself on his lap sideways, your arm looping round his shoulder, fingers gently playing with his suspenders. He gave a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head, happy to simply be close to you for a moment.

“You doing okay?” You asked and he smiled, your words carrying that hidden meaning- ‘Do you want a fix, today?’

“I’m good, Babes.” He pulled back to look at you. “I promise.”

Smiling you gently placed your lips on his in a soft kiss, which soon became heated as Mike’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He was pleased when you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to allow him in. He could taste the sweetness of the syrup on you from your pancakes and, as your tongue gently swirled against his, he let out a little groan from the back of his throat and he felt you smile.

“How long till you have to be in the office?” Your voice was lower than you’d intended, betraying exactly what you had in mind and Mike grinned at you, pulling back a little, as he glanced up at the clock.

“Just over forty-five minutes, why?”

You bit your lip, fingers toying once more with his suspenders which were clipped to the waistband of his light, grey trousers and sat over a maroon shirt, set off with a black tie. “Do I gotta spell it out to you, Weiss?”

“No, I just like hearing you beg.” A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and you gave a snort.

“I do not beg.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow and in a swift moment he stood up, causing you to give a shriek of a giggle as he sat you on the table in front of him. “I bet,” he pushed on your shoulders causing you to rest your weight on your elbows as he loomed over you, gently reaching for the tie on your robe, “that I can have you singing my name and begging for more,” his hands made quick work of the knot and pulled it open, before his fingers slid up the front, opening it to leave you bare in front of him, “in less than five minutes flat.”

“Less than five minutes?” You looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and you smirked. “You’re so full of shit.”

He wasn’t though, you knew full well that you were the one full of shit. Mike had on many an occasion had you crying his name in less time than it took you to sing a verse of the National Anthem, and he knew it as the cocky expression on his face showed.

“Oh, Baby Girl.” He chuckled, bending over, his mouth brushing against that spot on your neck, the bristles of his short beard scratching your skin. “Have you learnt nothing, yet?”

“Only that you’re a cocky little bastard.” You tried to keep your voice level but it didn’t work. Your words came out a shaky whisper as one of his hands gently splayed on your stomach and brushed up your body to your sternum as he peppered hot, opened mouthed kisses across your collar bone, before his lips ghosted up your neck, over your chin and his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss as his hand palmed at your breast. As he rolled your nipple between his finger and thumb you gave a moan and he smirked against your mouth.

Suddenly, he was gone from over you and you frowned, missing his sudden presence and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see him settling back in the chair by the table.

“Mike, what the-“

You were cut off as he reached over, grabbing your ass and hoisting your pelvis up, pulling you towards him. Before you could register what was going on, your legs were over his shoulders and you just caught a glimpse of his face, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, lips curled upwards in that maddeningly smug bastard grin, before his mouth was trailing up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, Jesus.” You let out a little groan as he neared the place you now desperately wanted him and he chuckled.

“No, just me.”

“Fuck off you-“ But whatever it was you were going to call him flew from your mind as his tongue licked up your sex, and grazed against your clit, teasing it with quick, hardly there flicks which, you were ashamed to say, had you riled up something feral. His hands palmed at your ass, his fingers curling round the outside of your thighs as he quickened his movements, his mouth expertly devouring you, tongue flicking into your entrance as his lips circled that sensitive nub, giving a suck that made you cry out, your back arching off the table, pushing yourself further onto his face.

Mike let out a chuckle which vibrated exquisitely against you and you gasped again, your hands slapping onto the cool surface of the table, fingernails feeling the grain of the wood as he upped his efforts dramatically, lips and tongue teasing you in a way that was so delectable it was teetering along that fine line between pain and pleasure. His mouth expertly devoured every inch of you, from your inner and outer pussy lips to the depths of your walls, tongue fucking you like you he was starving, despite the breakfast the pair of you had eaten moments ago.

“Fuck, Mike, I need…” Your voice was croaky, the words sounded far off as they bounced around your lust addled brain and once again he chuckled.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah you arrogant sh-oooh fuck!” You cried as he gently nipped your clit. “Shit!”

You were willing yourself to remain grounded, wanting to prove him wrong but you couldn’t. You couldn’t fight the urge you felt to ride over the edge which was building like a fire inside you. When his mouth was over you completely once more, tongue deep, you felt him move one of his hands and his thumb pressed against your clit, before the pressure eased off and his tongue slipped away.

"Okay, okay you win, Mike, please for the love of God!” You groaned and with a final, maddeningly smug chuckle he dove back in, only this time when you felt your orgasm brewing he didn’t stop. One of your hands flew to his hair, pulling lightly on his soft, spiky strands and he gave a growl as you tugged, his efforts doubling once more as his beard scratched against your sensitive pussy and inner thighs. The coil in your belly was tightening, your entire body quivered and with a final flick of his tongue you gave a cry as your orgasm crashed over you. Your toes curled into his back just below his shoulders, your own back arched as your walls clamped down over nothing, the room fading out as everything went silent and the lights erupted in front of your eyes, your entire body feeling like you were floating.

Mike grinned, guiding you through your release before he stood up, pulling you further to the end of the table as he undid the flies on his trousers, freeing his painfully hard erection. The swollen head of his dick gently swirled around your folds before he buried himself inside you, groaning as he felt you fluttering around him in the after throes of your orgasm. You let out a low groan and finally opened your eyes, looking up at him as he pounded into you, fully clothed, those fucking suspenders that drove you wild still looped over his shoulders.  

He slid one, large hand under your back and pulled you up causing you to cry out as he drove deeper into you, his hand on the base of your back pulling you up and towards him as he dipped his head to give you a dirty, sloppy kiss whilst he rolled and thrust into you. Then His lips moved down, nipping at your neck, his breath hot on your ear as your head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his throat.

“God, I love seeing you like this, fucking wrecked all because of me.” His panted words made you groan even more as the heat in your groin was beginning to mount again. “Makes me higher than any fucking drug ever could.”

His thrusts continued, hard, deep, and you felt his dick throbbing inside you as he drove up against your spot, his lips back on yours as he kissed you hard, swallowing the pants and whimpers you were making as you began to teeter on that cliff edge again. With a deep roll of his hips you let out a low wail and came, once more, your core spasmed around him as your entire body tingled, and that was enough for him to follow you. With a powerful thrust he stiffened, a low grunt stuttering from his lips as he pulsed inside of you, his hips growing sloppy before they stopped completely. His chest heaving, he pressed his forehead to yours, the pair of you gasping for breath as you came down from your high.

“Shit, Mike.” You managed to stutter as he grinned, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. “That was…”

“Yeah, I was pretty good.” He chuckled and you slapped his arm as he moved and pulled out of you. You straightened your robe and stood up, wincing as you felt his release trickled down your inner thigh.

“I need another shower.” You grumbled, before you glanced at his crotch, the damp patch where he’d pressed against you was clear as day. “And you should probably change your trousers.”

Mike glanced down before his eyes met you, and he shrugged. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll go into the office like this and then every time I see it I’ll be reminded exactly what a damned good breakfast I had this morning.”

You blinked before you shook your head, scoffing. “You’re gross.”

He laughed. “You love it, Sweetheart.”

“I love you.” You corrected, your hands sliding up over his shoulders and he smiled, a pure, innocent smile that made him look like a schoolboy before he took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, pulling away, his nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too.” He whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. “Now go, before I decide to play hooky for the day.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Weiss.” You smirked, before with one final quick peck you left the room.

Mike watched you go, before he ran his hands through his hair and turned to glance around the kitchen, his eyes falling to the table he’d just fucked you senseless on.

He should probably clean that before he went to work…