#grabby n ghoste

[invadergrabass]

"Before you do anything stupid, consider all it'd take is a snap of my fingers to have the best Zim this side of the multiverse take care of any problems you're considering making for me right now."

[amourninghost]

i know of pain and devotion; a gear in the machine grew immune to corrosion. go on, turn back the clock i will set it in motion all over like an obedient dog. so won't you tell me: what do you know of devotion? be grateful for the freedom of lacking emotion, accept your future path wasn't yours to be chosen, and even if it takes you decades, i know that you will come running back like a dog, a wounded dog.

[acid-ixx]

Okay, how about we call Alfred dad??? Sense he raised us and practically is our dad. Sorry I keep on asking. I just am a thinker

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a/n: don't be sorry for asking ! i like answering asks even if i do answer really slowly, so don't be afraid to send in questions ! this is a continuation to this ask.

it would actually be a given that if the reader wasn't too broken to the point that they genuinely could never consider anyone as a father figure, then alfred would be someone they would call their dad.

because at least in their 15 years they had been inside the manor, alfred would always be the one who would stand by their side. even if it's not always, he would be there for you when he could. and that effort alone is enough to consider him worthy as your father.

pre-yandere bruce wouldn't even know of your tight-knit relationship with alfred; calling him dad when you skip through the halls with him, calling him your "actual father" whenever you two would bake together, and even going as far as gifting him a mug with 'no. 1 dad!' painted sloppily into the ceramic. alfred would even teach you how to crochet, so you two would get matching sweaters for winter. although alfred wouldn't wear the sweater for the sake of formality, you would always be aware that he stores them somewhere safe and warm as some sort of treasure.

so, imagine just how heartbroken bruce would be once you are abducted by your family, calling out to your dad in your drugged state on your bed, bruce thinking that it was him that you're calling for help when all of a sudden, you make grabby-hands towards alfred, eyes hazily looking at the butler with such desperation that it feels like alfred is your actual father.

seeing you two act so close, bruce would be so, so conflicted. because at least, in the years of solitude you had spent, you find comfort in the very same man bruce considers as his father figure. but at the same time it should've been him that you call your father, it should've been bruce you look at for help and guidance, it should've been him that lulls you back to sleep, wiping the tears that run down your face.

it breaks his heart even further once he discovers all the little trinkets that you make for alfred, all the inside jokes you two share, the gifts you cherish in your cabinets from the apartment you used to live in; they were all from alfred— bruce wants to kick himself realizing that he never made an effort to gift you anything in your 15 years of living in the manor as a ghost.

bruce swears on his life that he'll make it up to you, that despite him being unable to stay the night frequently with you that he'll make it up during the day. he'll take you to business meetings, to arcades, to malls; literally anywhere to get you to bond with him as much as you did alfred.

he'll schedule holidays where the entire family is required to join and you'll be the center of attention. your birthdays will be extravagant, he would spend millions to make a show that you're his favorite child; that means he'll spoil you with gifts that pertain to your hobbies. and because your family loves you so much, please do expect a minimum of 10 gifts prepared by all your siblings and a credit card with no limit for bruce.

oh? you don't need material things? don't worry, you'll be surprised with just how meticulously your father would plan for vacations. any place you would choose would be taken into heavy consideration, even planning with him would feel like some sort of father-child bonding.

but really, he'll commit all his time and effort for you.

bruce would do everything to make you consider him as your dad.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Brainrot of how Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish both have a wives and a baby but somehow end up with babies who are complete opposite.

Simon's little baby is this giggly absolutely talkative baby who frankly felt like inherited nothing of Simon's personality at all. Little one was just this bubbly thing that brought out the best in Simon.

They were too curious for his liking though, it felt as if the whole house needed to be made out of pure cotton blankets. Extreme clinginess as well, would not let go of Simon's shirt that he was terrified it would rip.

Johnny's baby was the exact definition of nonchalant, they were silent yet interactive. All the while Soap does all the talking, the baby just sits there and stares at him with their huge eyes making him wonder if they were processing anything he was saying, occasional grabby hands too.

Always praising and very involved Johnny sets up playdates. It was kinda upsetting for him to see his baby not going after him, following him around begging to be carried like Simon's kid who's basically a Velcro baby.

Though it was interesting to see the two babies essentially balance each other out. Especially at nap time when the two little ones just unknowingly cuddle up each other.

(If y'all know Baby Zoya and Toddler Charlie from TikTok, they were the inspo for this)

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A/n: OMG I've been gone for almost two weeks and apologies for that, with my birthday 4 days ago and my prom night yesterday, it was a heck of a time. There's so many impending school works for me to catch up on. I missed you guys so much, something in my prom night happened that's worth writing about thanks to a friend of mine saving me from a creep. I feel like it would fit a Royalty/Fantasy fake dating AU.

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[gojo-mochi]

One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”

TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.

A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝  ྀིა

Zoro:

You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”

Sanji:

He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”

Shanks:

It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”

 A/N: Requests currently open! 

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The Traitor - Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 3 089 Warnings: mentions of torture, war, injuries, betrayl Summary: When Zuko attempts to break out the Avatar from Zhao’s prison, he is forced to bring someone else along as well A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part One of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you)

“We are the sons and daughters of fire, the superior element! Until today only one thing stood in our path to victory, the Avatar. I am here to tell you that he is now my prisoner!”

Admiral Zhao’s voice was booming over the crowd before him, and as tempted as Zuko was to roll his eyes underneath the blue mask he was wearing, he held back, rather focusing on sneaking past the guards.

He had one chance, this chance, to steal the Avatar right from underneath Zhao’s nose, and keep that boy as a prisoner himself. Then all he would have to do was make his way back to the Fire Nation, and present the Avatar to his father, and he would have restored his honour. Everything would be the way it was supposed to be. He by his father’s side, the Avatar in the deepest, securest cell the Fire Nation had to offer, and soon the world under the Fire Lord’s command.

His steps were quick, and almost inaudible, as he ran along the high walls, climbed down a rope and crossed a yard. Even when he had lifted aside the lid to the sewage, and jumped down into the underground tunnels, the water around his boots barely made a sound as if it was siding with him. He had to be quick, quiet and leave no trace. He had to be like a ghost.

The first guard that crossed his way was taken out faster than the poor guy was able to comprehend. The second guard, alarmed by the helmet Zuko had kicked out from behind a corner, followed suit as he tied him up and bound him, so he was hanging from the ceiling. As two more guards came to check, what the commotion was about, he attacked them from where he had hidden between some pipes on the ceiling. The last guard was taken out by a bucket full of water.

A moment later, he was able to slip into the cell, in which the Avatar was held. Pathetic, really, Zuko thought to himself. All this trouble just for a small boy dressed in oranges and yellows. Had that child really been able to put him through so much trouble? Swiftly he pulled his swords, ignoring the fearful screams of the Avatar at the action, and severed the chains holding him up. Surprised brown eyes looked up at him, as the Avatar was rubbing his uninjured wrists. Two more swings with his swords and the shackles around the boy’s wrists and ankles fell to the floor uselessly.

“Who are you?” The Avatar’s voice sounded so young, Zuko thought to himself, already turning to make his way out of the cell again. There was no time to lose; they had to leave immediately. “What’s going on? Are you here to rescue us?”

Instead of answering, Zuko simply pushed the door open and motioned for the Avatar to follow him.

“I'll take that as a yes."

Zuko quickly walked past the tied-up guards, when he heard the light footsteps of the boy catch up to him.

“We need to find my friend,” the Avatar said, urgency thick in his voice. “(Y/n) was captured along with me! I can’t leave without her- My frogs!”

The Avatar’s even footsteps halted, and when Zuko turned around, he found the boy kneeling on the floor, trying to catch some half-frozen frogs that desperately tried escaping his grabby hands.

“Come back! And stop thawing out!”

This time Zuko did not suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and instead walked back to the Avatar, grabbing him by the collar, and dragging him along.

“Wait! My friends need to suck on those frogs! And we need to find (y/n)! Hey, put me down!”

Zuko was hit by a gust of wind, knocking him forwards a step and making him drop the Avatar.

“I said: We need to find (y/n)!”

By all the spirits, this kid was annoying.

Zuko shot him a glance, as if to say ‘then where is she?’, and sure enough the Avatar turned and raced down another corridor, Zuko following him, while he tried to remember if he knew your name. He had run into the Avatar and his little team of run-aways before. There were the boy and the girl from the Water Tribe, and of course that Sky Bison. But there was another girl, too. Zuko had never paid any attention to her, and her clothes didn’t give away where she came from. Maybe the Earth Kingdom, or a remote region of the Fire Nation even.

Traitor.

If she was Fire Nation, why was she helping the Avatar? And if she was a traitor, why should he free her? It was only another risk, one that would put his whole mission in jeopardy. But he needed the Avatar to follow him out of the base without making a fuzz. And for that, apparently, he needed to free this girl. He would simply knock her out after they had made it past the walls. Then he’d grab the Avatar and he’d be back on track with his plan.

The Avatar led him to another block of cells, these unguarded, but behind every door, there was the groaning and complaining of hungry and beaten men. Behind every door except for one. While the Avatar had kept walking, Zuko stopped in front of the only door behind which it was quiet. Maybe the cell was empty, but his instincts told him differently. Getting on his tiptoes, he spied through the bars in the door into the cell, and sure enough he saw the small, curled-up form of a girl laying on the ground.

Not hesitating for a moment, he pulled his swords and hurled them against the locks keeping the door closed. The clash of metal against metal alarmed the Avatar, who came running back to his side, but by the time he reached the door, Zuko had already stepped into the cell.

You were slowly sitting up, clearly irritated at the sudden noise, and even in the twilight Zuko could make out the bruises on your face and arms. The soldiers had beaten you. Cowards, honourless cowards. You were no bender, you barely seemed to pose any threat as it was, otherwise he’d remember you better from his previous run-ins with the Avatar, but they still had beaten you.

“What-”

Before you could ask what was going on, or protest, he had grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you to your feet. From up close, he could tell you were about his age, maybe even a little younger, and if it hadn’t been for the bruises on your face, and the dirt crusting your hair, you would have even been beautiful.

Then he saw the emblem of the Fire Nation dangling on the thin leather necklace you wore, and any sense of attraction vanished as quickly as it had flickered to life. You were Fire Nation, and you betrayed your country by helping the Avatar. He should knock you out on the spot and let you rot in this stinking cell. Who cared what the guards did to you?

In that moment a strangled cry of joy sounded from behind him, and like a lightning of orange and yellow the Avatar shot past him, practically wrapping himself around you.

“I found you,” the Avatar yelped, quickly letting go of you when you began swaying under the sudden impact of your friend. “This nice, masked man here is saving us! He’s just not very talkative.”

You were clearly dazed, from pain, a lack of water or food, Zuko wasn’t sure. But still you made him squirm in his boots as you stood up as straight as possible and took in his appearance for a moment. You weren’t as tall as him, but something in your eyes made him realize that maybe you weren’t as harmless as he had believed.

“Nice, masked stranger, hm,” you questioned, your voice raspy, and you swayed again.

Damn traitor. Who did you think you were, judging him like this?

Ignoring the racing thoughts in his mind, Zuko turned back to the door, leaving the cell without another word.

“We need to go,” the Avatar told you, and behind him, Zuko could hear two sets of footsteps following him, the light steps of the Avatar and your heavier, almost shuffling steps. You really were in bad shape. He knew it had been a bad idea to go save you. You’d only slow them down.

Together you were creeping through the corridors, back into the canalization system. As Zuko climbed out, he didn’t look back to see whether you were following. He could only hope the Avatar had enough sense of self-preservation to leave you behind, should you not even be able to climb out of a shaft like this. But a moment later, as he was standing pressed against a wall, spying around the corner, you came to a halt next to him, followed by the Avatar. Your movements were still not as fluid as his own, but you seemed not as sluggish anymore as when he had found you in the cell. Maybe the movement and the fear that was doubtlessly cursing through your veins gave you the energy to keep going.

Zuko motioned to the wall, where he had left behind the rope which he had used to lower himself into the yard, and following on his heels, you and the Avatar ran after him towards it.

“(Y/n), go first,” the Avatar encouraged, making Zuko want to shake him. Didn’t he see? You were unimportant, a traitor at that, and the slowest of the group. If anything, you should go last, so it was easiest to leave you behind.

But before even a sound of protest was leaving Zuko’s lips, you had already grabbed the rope, and pulled yourself into the air with surprising speed, immediately followed by the Avatar. He wasn’t going to get rid of you so easily, was he?

You had made it almost half-way up the wall, when suddenly an alarm rang and just a moment later a guard appeared over the edge of the wall, cutting the rope. For a moment Zuko was in free fall, having just enough time to realise that a fall from this hight would mean a few broken bones at best, when a gust of wind caught him, you and the Avatar, before you fell the last inches to the ground.

Quickly looking around, trying not to let the sudden plummet towards the ground get into his head, Zuko pointed towards the still open gates, immediately taking off with you and the Avatar close on his heels.

“Stay close to me,” the Avatar instructed and overtook Zuko and you, continuing the sprint towards the gate that was slowly closing.

A group of soldiers who had tried blocking your way simply got blasted aside by the Avatar, and Zuko couldn’t help but shoot you a glance to see your reaction. But your eyes were only focused on the gate, following the Avatar, as if you had seen him blast people out of the way a hundred times. You probably had.

That was the moment two soldiers got Zuko from the side, and even the Avatar had to grab a weapon, swinging it around, using it to create air blasts. For a moment, and with a reasoning Zuko couldn’t even explain to himself, he searched for you, fully prepared to jump to your aid, should you need it.

Instead, he found you standing over the crumbled bodies of three guards, who were groaning on the ground. In your hands, you were holding two swords, and Zuko couldn’t help but freeze. A blast of air picked up your hair, gently playing around it, as you stood proudly over your defeated enemies. Nothing seemed to be left of the sluggishness from just a few minutes ago, when Zuko had pulled you to your feet in that cell. Now, you seemed to be on high alert, perfectly aware of what you were doing, and ready for a fight. There was a light glimmering in your eyes that made Zuko wonder how he hadn’t taken notice of you before; after all he had run into you several times already. But something about the way you stood now, both feet securely anchored to the ground, this spark of defiance and determination in your eyes, fingers closed around weapons you clearly knew how to handle… for a moment Zuko couldn’t help but think how perfect you looked. The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come to him. You were a traitor to the Fire Nation, despicable, cowardly, disloyal. Before he could continue the list of negative attributes he associated with you, he picked up on the group of soldiers that were moving in from the side: Fire Benders.

Quickly pushing himself between them and you, he began attacking them with his own flames, only noticing from the corner of his by the mask limited vision, that you had picked the fight back up again. He was right in the process of firing a blast at a couple of soldiers, when suddenly a wave of fire was rolling towards him. No, not towards him, towards his left side- where you stood. Reacting faster than he would have thought possible himself, he grabbed your arm, his fingers closing around your biceps underneath that flimsical shirt you had been made to dress into as a prisoner, and quickly he pulled you aside, using his other hand to send a quick interval of fire balls back towards the attackers.

The chocked cry that suddenly reached his ears made his heart freeze over and the short shaven hair in his neck stand up. Had he been too slow? Had you been hit by the blast anyway? When he swivelled around, the smell of burnt flesh reached his nose, making sour stomach acid burn in the back of his throat. Small flames were licking at the fabric of your shirt, and when he pulled his hand away as if he had been the one who had been burnt, a fresh burn wound in the shape of his hand was wrapped around your arm. He had been in the middle of a blast when he had reached for you, burning you while trying to save you from being hit by the fire of the soldiers.

Quickly he drew in the flames on your shirt, extinguishing them, but the damage to your skin was done. He had tried to save you and instead he had burnt you. What a laughable metaphor for his whole life. But still something inside his chest tightened up, wound so tight he wasn’t sure it would ever come undone again. He shouldn’t care, he told himself as his eyes flickered to your pain distorted face. You were a traitor, a means to an end, you would be left behind the moment he and the Avatar had made it past the walls.

But still- he couldn’t help but wonder how you held yourself together. Burn-wounds were some of the most painful wounds there were, he knew that, and yours wasn’t exactly small. Still, no more sound slipped over your lips, and even though you had dropped the sword in your left hand, you were ready to keep fighting with the sword in your right.

But before it came to that, your attackers were blast away by an air current, and the Avatar came running.

“(Y/n), are you hurt,” he asked, his voice filled with worry. Envy spread in Zuko’s stomach. Nobody ever worried about him like that.

“It’s nothing,” you replied, quickly covering up your wound, hiding it from the Avatar.

But now your luck had finally run out, it seemed. You were with your backs to the closed gate, Zuko and you the last barrier between the approaching soldiers and the Avatar.

“Hold your fire!” The voice belonged to Zhao, who came stepping past the Fire Benders, that were ready for the final attack. “The Avatar must be captured alive!”

Quickly assessing the situation, Zuko grabbed the Avatar, pulling the boy so his back was to Zuko’s front, the blade of one of his swords dangerously close to cutting into the thin skin of this neck. At his side, he could tell you were moving to attack him, no hesitation in your movements when you realized he was threatening your friend’s life, but before you had even fully pointed your sword at him, Zuko had dropped one of his own, and held his open palm right into your face. One wrong move on your end, and he could blast your head away in a ball of flame. He wouldn’t, but you didn’t know that.

It seemed like the wordless demand Zuko was uttering as he stared over to Zhao was understood, because after a moment of internal debating, the Admiral pressed out: “Open the gate.”

Behind them, the gate opened, heavy metal running against the earthy ground, and Zuko dragged the Avatar backwards, motioning you to come with them. The expression on your face was one of pure disgust and hatred as you stared at the mask that was covering his face, but followed his instruction. Why was he even taking you along? He could just leave you behind now, then he wouldn’t have to deal with you later. But then again, the Admiral would start getting suspicious if he only took the Avatar and not also his friend. It would make it too obvious that he was after the Avatar. If he also took you, it would seem like one of your allies had come to your rescue. So, all in all, it would be better to take both of you.

At least that was what Zuko told himself as he was guiding the Avatar backwards, away from the slowly closing gate. You were watching each of his movements, as if you were looking for an opening to attack him. He had already hurt you; you knew what his flames were capable of, and still you were ready to take him on in a fight, just to defend your friend. It seemed as if while you were a traitor, perhaps you were not a coward after all.

That was his last proper thought before something silver shot through the night, and hit him in the head, knocking him out on the spot.

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[the-kr8tor]

Can I please have Cardamom and ❣️??

So basically Hobie brown and reader are spider people, and they haven’t seen each other for like a looot of time. So then, Hobie decides to sneak in and he’s just so smitten by reader that he’s just a lovesick puppy for her

So yeah, thank you!!!

Thank you for requesting! I was giggling while writing this lol

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, established relationship, spider person! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie. Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

When Hobie heard through the grapevine full of gossiping spider people that you've finally come back after a month-long mission in a dimension where the only difference is that garlic didn't exist, he half sprinted all the way from the other side of the society towards the infirmary. He can already sense your presence through the door as he practically rips it from its hinges.

With the back of the door banging on the wall, doctor spider groans audibly, eyes rolling when he hears Hobie's roaring voice echo throughout the busy clinic as he calls for you.

“Your lover boy's here.” Doctor spider says monotonously while he rips away the bp machine from your arm before you launch yourself at Hobie. “Doesn't he know that he's not allowed inside yet?”

“Hobs!” You sit up, ignoring a certain doctor. Clutching your side but despite the throbbing ache, you make grabby hands at the very happy Spider-Man bounding towards you.

“Love!” He weaves around fellow spider people expertly, dodging their hands, and their yells telling him that he's not allowed inside the busy clinic just yet. His eyes are glued on you while you sit on the cot; warm hands already upon his own the second he reaches you. “Fuckin' ‘ell, who did this to you?” His smile falters as he sees the various gashes on you, some are still fresh and angry on your precious skin.

“I'm fine,” you flex your battered fingers around his palm, thumbs rubbing along his life line. “Nothing I can't handle.”

He tips your face to the side gently with his index, wincing when he sees stitches just below your ear. “What happened ‘ere?”

“Got too close to Doc's arms. Don't worry, he looks way worse than I do.” You take his wrist, flipping and placing it atop your thigh while you flip away at the hem of his glove to massage along his tensed muscle. His concerned eyes continue to scan you for injuries, frown deepening with every bandage and bruise. Sighing, you reach for his cheeks, poking each of them playfully. “Hobie, I'm good, and I'm home in one piece. C’mon, you must have stories to tell that I've missed while I was gone.”

His soft smile returns, arms reaching for your waist, rhythmically tapping your hip carefully; a nervous tick of his. With a chuckle, you let him in your space, half hugging you as he rests in the middle of your legs, back half bent, and forehead pressed atop your shoulder as he breaths you in. Soot and all.

“We found out that Gwen's allergic to peanuts in the worst way.” He finally says after a moment of languishing in your presence.

“Oh shit, is she okay?” Rubbing his back, you can see that doctor spider has had enough from Hobie's ‘intrusion’, he walks towards you, clipboard and stethoscope in hand. You wonder if he's about to use it as a weapon.

“Yeah—” he senses the doctor stalking behind him. Before he could get a word in and kick Hobie out, in one swift movement, Hobie pulls the curtains closed around your cot. “Where were we?” You can hear the disgruntled doctor huffing behind the curtains.

Chuckling, you cradle his face in your hands, thumb ghosting over his lip piercing. “I think we were about to be on doctor spider's shit list because you were about to ask me to come home with you.” You smugly say with a scrunch of your nose.

Hobie grins lopsidedly, lips reaching for the pads of your thumb to press a quick kiss on it. God, you've missed that. You missed him. “I didn't know you were clairvoyant, lovie.” He lifts you up carefully, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you at his front. His arms are tucked around you, careful of your injuries. “I've been growin’ garlic for you in the garden.”

You sigh longingly, eyes focused on him and not the angry Miguel silhouette behind the curtains. “I love you.”

“You're about to love me more.”

With a peck just below your jaw, Hobie opens the portal to home and jumps in before Miguel could even finish yelling his name.

[grabby-smitten]

M A S T E R L I S T #4

F*ck, Marry & K*ll - LaDS Edition game

H E A D C A N O N S

Sylus is for those who…

Abysswalker Rafayel (suggestive)

O N E - S H O T S

Hybrid!Sylus

There’s no privacy in a house of five (Sylus)

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[risuola]

▶ EARLY MORNINGS AND STOLEN CUPS — nothing better than the first cup of coffee in the morning.

contents: college+roommates!au, smoking implied (like once), teeth rotting fluff — wc. 572

a/n: i can't tell you guys how much i love fluffs with this trio. i like how the dynamics are building and i think you guys enjoy it too (i hope so!) — anyway, very short entry but love medley is all about those after all!

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.

Most days in your little apartment began with the low, monotone whooshing of coffee machine. Harsh rumble of beans being grinded accompany you and Gojo in the bathroom and while you both push through brushing teeth and mandatory eyedrops, Suguru usually was already in the kitchen, brewing the god’s nectar.

You joined the brunette, tempted by the gurgling bubbles and divine aroma mingling with the fresh air and a ghost of herbal, woody scent of whatever Geto was smoking just moments ago. He greeted you with a smile, playing with the rim of an empty cup — his fingers followed the curved ceramic edge and you knew he was as impatient as you were, as eager to dip his mouth into the brown wake-up liquid and feel the first dose of caffeine fill in his system.

And so, he pulled the jug from underneath the working mechanism, hot drops of coffee sizzled as they met the steel drip tray, but the cup was soon filled and before you knew it, Suguru let out a deep sigh of ecstatic relief. First few sips were his — black and bitter — and he made place in the cup for your milk.

You took out some plates — an act of pretending, a distraction for yourself to not eye the precious coffee like an animal would eye its prey.

Then, he gave it to you and your grabby hands enveloped the cup as he reached into the fridge for the carton of milk. As he poured it in, you inhaled the addicting aroma, watching how the dark, nearly black liquid turned into more luscious, creamier nectar in a light brown color and you too sighed deeply when dipping your lips into it.

You felt the heat spreading across your system and you disconnected for a moment, allowing yourself to feel it, to enjoy it while Suguru engaged in the talk with Satoru. The chattering that for a moment turned into background to your experience, soon pulled you in and before you knew it, you were talking too — a routine of babbling before the day fully starts, one that you enjoyed equally as much as late evenings.

A pair of arms wrapped around you and quiet hum filled in your ears. Satoru’s light, fluffy hair tickled the side of your neck as he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder — a habit of him, whenever he was still too sleepy to function properly. You put down the cup and reached up to run your fingers through the snowy locks, earning yourself a low purr that vibrated through the bone of your shoulder.

Engulfed in the story about new guitar strings and stolen picks, you absorbed the passion in Suguru’s voice and didn’t realize a sequence of mischief that was happening right under your nose.

And then, Satoru was leaving towards the living room, a cup half-full of your coffee in his hand as he sing-sang something about nail polish and sunglasses. You looked after him and then at the counter, where a bottle of sugary syrup in the flavor of caramel stood proudly — evidence of severe addiction and theft.

You let out a chuckle and Suguru echoed, reaching up the cabinet for another mug. He continued his story as the coffee machine brewed the dark beverage so that both you and him can enjoy it fully.

Yes, Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.

Unless it’s yours.

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[littlemelaninfics]

Surprise, Surprise is written exactly like them!! Like even Buck’s little “Heh” uggghhh I love him

How do you think Buck would react to finding that his girl got her nips pierced while he was at work one day???

Thank you so much, Nonnie! I really try to make the characters as authentic as possible even if the story they’re in is completely fictional. Which is literally fiction inside of fiction, but I don’t know that’s called 😬

A/n: I decided to do one nip instead of both. Sorry!

Ohhh man.

The fact that when he left you that morning you were on your back, tits displayed and not decorated with anything but the healing hickey on your left tit….

So when he returned home that night to see you in this number,

he wouldn’t be able to help undressing himself before he even got to you.

Buck would slide himself between your legs as you sit on the counter, his eyes raking over every inch of your body he can see. He would lean down, grabbing the sides of your face in his hands, crashing his tongue into your mouth. He is definitely a handsy/grabby guy, so you better believe that he his gripping at your hips, thighs, and back when finally he grabs your left tit squeezing with pressure, but not too hard.

“Gentle, baby,” you moan onto his lips.

“Gentle? Since when?” He asked while attacking your neck.

“Hmmmm,” you let out in an amused, low hum,

“I did something today.”

“Oh I can see that, baby,” Buck said referring to your new matching set,

“What else did you do today?”

You just stared at him with a slight smirk, feeling your nipples get harder with the excitement of Buck finding your new little friend. The material of your bra is only so thick and the indentions of your peaks start to poke through. Buck can see the blush forming on your cheeks as he starts to get the hint that you’re not just going to flat out tell him.

His eyes roam over you once again when he spots your secret. When I tell you there would be no unclasping, no letting the strap fall; this man would grip the top of your cup, pulling on it gently but still with purpose.

His blue eyes would turn a shade darker and you swear you could see your piercing sparkling in his pupils. And when I tell you about the groan/growl he would let out when he finally saw it 🤤

“Oh fuck.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked while ghosting his thumb over the steel impaled though your right nipple,

“A little,” you say as he lets the pad of his thumb flick over the ball. Letting in a sharp breath,

“Mmmm. But I like it,” you reply as you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

Buck would just stare at it, mouth slightly agape as he just lets his mind race. You grab his attention by pulling on his hips, when he picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. Ending up in the exact same position as he left you that same morning.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Fussy Nights

Summary: Amelia is grumpy

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A/n: just a silly lil drabble for the love of my life, fire of my loins, the anon from @daycourtofficial's blog 🥹

(dividers by @tsunami-of-tears ❣️)

anyways, enjoyy!

Eris had always been a light sleeper. Even the slightest of sounds would have him jolt awake, scared out of his mind.

That was until he met Y/n, after his fathers death.

It had been over months since Eris had taken up the role of a high lord, but still, he would always keep looking behind his back, under his bed and in his closet for the ghost of Beron. His booming voice still echoed in Eris’s ears almost everyday, and every night, his father visited him in his sleep. Which was also one of the reasons Eris had stopped trying to even fall asleep without the help of heavy sedatives.

But then Y/n walked into his life, smiled at him, and turned him into a fool in love. He stopped thinking about his father as often, stopped staying awake to the haunting of his fathers ghost. Instead now, he stayed up wondering how to make Y/n laugh, wondering how she would look laying next to him, how she would look standing in front of him in a wedding gown. Fantasising about having his own family one day.

And once the two had gotten married, Eris had slept like a deity buried for years, only to wake up to the sweet, honeyed sound of his mate’s voice coaxing him gently out of sleep.

Or the screaming of his daughter, of course.

Which is what jolted him out of his sleep.

Eris shot up, his heart thumping heavily in his heart before he realised that no one was in danger, and that it was just his daughter who probably wanted some attention in the middle of the night calling for her parents.

He glanced at Y/n to find her peacefully passed out, and he smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her brow before he got up, shivering slightly as the chill night air coiled around his shirtless torso.

As he hurried to the crib a few feet away from the bed, he willed his body to warm up and repel the crisp coldness of the autumn night.

Amelia had stopped crying when Eris finally reached her, likely having felt him. She lay on her back, her eyes wide open and filled with tears, her lips jutting out in a pout.

"What happened, princess? Did you miss daddy?"

She sniffled, staring straight at Eris as she made grabby hands at Eris, and he laughed, leaning down to pick her up. He placed her against his chest, wrapping his arms firmly around her little body as he turned. He rocked in place for some time, waiting to see if she would go back to sleep, but when she continued fussing, he turned towards the door.

"Come, let us go out to check up on the hounds. Mommy will wake up if we make too much noise here."

"Eris?"

He groaned inwardly. So much for not waking up mommy.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What are you doing?"

He turned to find her half sitting, staring at him with furrowed brows.

"Nothing, my love. Lia was just fussing a little, so I thought I might take her to see the hounds for a little."

She sighed. "It’s cold outside, Eris. She will get sick. Bring her here."

Eris nodded, walking back and handing Amelia to Y/n. He watched as she tried to calm down their daughter, settling down next to Y/n’s legs as Lia started to feed.

"She was just hungry?"

Y/n nodded, yawning as she moved to get comfortable. "It’s been a few hours since she last fed."

Eris hummed, grabbing one of Y/n’s legs unconsciously and starting to rub soft circles.

It was a few moments before Y/n spoke up again.

"You don’t have to do that, my love." Her voice was soft, gentle.

Eris smiled, rolling his eyes. "Mhmm."

She let out a soft laugh at that.

"I think she’s full."

Eris glanced up as Y/n covered herself up again, leaning forward to take a drowsy Amelia from his mate. "I’ll burp her then?"

Y/n nodded, yawning again as she settled into bed.

"Good night, Y/n."

Y/n hummed, patting the space next to her. "Come, let her stay."

"Are you sure?" Eris mumbled, though he had already begun to climb under the covers, his arms wrapped carefully around Amelia.

"Of course."

Y/n and Amelia were both passed out before Eris could even get comfortable, and he grinned, staring at both his girls, looking so peaceful next to each other.

As he drifted off himself, he could not help but thank the mother for gifting him such precious beings.

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[invadergrabass]

Zim and Dib in: Night Of The Pterrorgoose

happy halloween yall!

[amourninghost]

She was so busy working to put him under her thrall that she failed to consider what success would feel like.

He dropped to his knees before her with all the quickness and vacancy of a disabled machine. Tak was fond of machines… Programming made much more sense to her than any kind of conversation.

Their relationship up to this point had been artifice; a delicate maneuver wherein she offered nothing and he gave everything. He didn't really know her… but she knew him better than anyone on the planet. He trusted her.

And now, with all that work finally done, the true nature of their relationship could reveal itself.

But when she looked down at him, her sense of victory was overshadowed by something else… He was perfect like this. She didn't want to leave this moment…

She stared, dumbstruck, into the eyes of her conquered, her servant, her… Hers.

He was hers.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the wind

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a/n Part two! Writing was all I could think about today. Thank you for the love. It's been a hot minute since something brewed in my brain. 🤍✨

warnings: blood, violence, past trauma,

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Finding a way to focus had been hard the past couple of weeks. Azriel felt like a ghost who had pledged the sanctuary. He barely got out of his room, and if he did, he twirled around in the shadows. Watching. Hacking. It was an unsettling feeling at times. Feeling those golden eyes burning holes into your back. Listening in on your conversation. Yet every time you would turn towards where the phantom feeling of him lingered, you were met with nothing. A space where you had hoped to find him.

"Invite him to the communal. It sure must not feel nice to be left behind", Padme, the high priestess, casually said just the other night when you brought her all the paperwork you had sorted through. "He is free to come, P. He ain't a prisoner", you stated blankly. Focusing solely on the piles of papers as you arranged them. "You're being neglectful, my dear", those words made you look up as you frowned. "He is not my responsibility. I'm not assigned to him. I don't...", you stuttered on, crossing your arms around your chest defensively. "And yet... Our high lord had called for you specifically", she trialed off. A knowing, ancient smile painted her lips. You knitted your eyebrows as hard as you could, trying to look frustrated, but that only made the high priestess chuckle. You had wanted to find a strong enough counterargument for her statement, but your words failed you. So you bowed your head to her before walking away.

"Is he an ancient spirit?", Zofie, the young fea girl, asked as she looked up at you, making you crack a smile. Some of the kids have been more than observant. But then it was hard to miss a male of Azriel's size. And while grown women didn't spare him a second glance, the kids had grown curious. "That's an Illyrian soldier, Zo", Axel said, rolling his eyes at the younger girl. You questioned your choice the closer you got to the spymaster's room. He might very well not even be there. And even more so, he might have another outburst. And you had brought kids with you...

"Well, how would I know? I'm only little", Zofie stomped her little feet, making grabby hands at you. You shook your head at them. "Why don't you two ask him all of your questions yourself?", you suggested, right as the wooden door at the end of the hall came into view. You halted once more, but your lingering steps were outmatched by Axel, who had sprinted down the hall before you could even open your mouth.

Azriel had been trying to summon a bottle of whiskey for over an hour now. He was tired and frustrated with the lack of communication Rhys was willing to engage in. The only thing the high lord was willing to say was that Elain had gone with Lucien. She was in autumn. That had made the spymaster curse Rhys in all the languages he spoke. He was about to list all the reasons why that trip was not a good idea when Rhys shut him off completely.

Now he was sitting on the floor. Shoulders slumped. He looked ahead of himself. One of his shadows had flustered before moving towards the door, ripping at the handle. "I'm not going anywhere. So drop it", the spymaster had muttered. But the shadow didn't budge, nudging the metal tightly as a knock sounded, making Azriel look to the side. He was ready to ignore it. The last thing he needed was to deal with more nonsense, but then the thought struck him. What if it was you? What if this was his chance to get you to tell him how to get out of this place? If he caught you here, he would still have time to interrogate you spymaster style, and then...

Azriel grabbed the handle, spreading his wings behind him as he frowned. Yanking the door open. No one met his eyes. There was nothing there. Azriel was almost sure of it. Until a loud gasp filled his ears and something light hit the floor. "Axel", the sound made Azriel peer into the hallway. That's when he noticed you rushing towards him. That's when he noticed a tiny frame curled on the floor. Tiny leathery wings draped around the shaking body.

Azriel's wings sagged. He reached his hand out, but you were quick to stand in between them, your eyes wide as you stared at the spymaster. "Are you insane?", you said through gritted teeth, turning to look back at the trembling body. "Hey, Ax. It's all okay. No one will hurt you", Azriel watched as you carefully moved to brush your fingers through the boy's hair. A tiny, trembling hand reached out towards you. You took it without hesitation. The girl whom you had carried up to this point stood slightly to the side, her tiny palms pressed into her eyes. She was hiding. Scared because of... Azriel quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean...", you turned his way, his soft gaze replaced by a burning anger. "Who even opens a door like that?". Azriel was about to bite back when the boy looked up at him, muttering, "Wow..."

"Axel...", you questioned him, worry lacing your features as you watched him. "You're big... and your wings", the boy said, his eyes now fully on Azriel. You bit the inside of your cheek. Pulling Zofie closer to your embrace. The dark twirl swam towards the boy, and you were about to seize it with your magic until it ruffled Axel's hair softly, nuzzling against the boy's cheek, making him chuckle.

You swallowed thickly before turning back to Azriel and saying, "We came to invite you to the communal but...", to the sound of which both of the kids perked up. "We learned a new song", Axel said, "Zofie dances with the ribbons. Right, Zo?", He pulled at the girl's skirt, but she didn't lift her head from your shoulder. Something ached deep within Azriel. He craved fear. At this point, he was convinced that no one would ever learn to look at him any differently but watch kids shake at the sight of him... He had watched them for some time now. A part of why he had stuck to the shadows was because he didn't want to scare the younglings. He doubted seeing a big, bulky male—there were no other males here, as Azriel had noted—would make them feel safe.

"I'll come", Azriel said, thinking about reaching for the girl but choosing against it. She looked so small, clinging to you. He had made a child frightened. He had never... Azriel felt a small palm wrapping around his two fingers. "I'll show you the pool we have; well, it's not a pool, but... you'll see", Axel chirped, already dragging Azriel down the hall. You were about to protest. As it was, you had a long list of reasons why Azriel shouldn't come at all. He met your gaze. You watched him. Was he silently asking for your permission? You gave him a tight glare before nodding.

The kids were in their element, as always. Singing loudly as they danced together. Axel was up in the front lines, his eyes not leaving Azriel. Zofie had slipped off your lap midway through the third song and was happily twirling with her pink ribbon in hand. Azriel sat beside you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable. You doubted he watched the children much. You even doubted that he understood just how important it was for Axel that he was here. Azriel's eyes were scanning the place. Memorizing faces. You let out a sigh, and that seemed to have done the job because the spymaster lowered his gaze toward you.

"You know, you're an asshole", you said while plastering a smile on your face. Azriel huffed, "Says you", crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm sorry, but out of the two of us...", you trailed off, shaking your head.

"You brought kids as backup", Azriel snarled once more. Now these words made you look right at him as you growled, "You wanted to break my neck". Azriel gave you a puzzled look. "Oh, don't look at me like ancient Mother Sun; you think I'm that stupid? You would have leaped at me once more", your words had come up more like an accusation than you would have liked. "For the record, I wasn't going to break your neck", Azriel muttered. Even more frustrated by your last statement now. "Oh, my apologies. Locking me up? Hanging me up from a ceiling? A bit more your style?", you rolled your eyes at him. Azriel gritted his teeth. You were getting on his nerves slowly, but then the fact that you thought he might break your neck... Oddly enough, he hated that. Azriel wanted to be far away from being a predator. He didn't want to inflict harm or fear. Slowly, he started to wonder about how much he still didn't know. Not just about this place, but himself. Another stab ripped past his chest, and Azriel let out a tight sigh. Clapping erupted around the room. Azriel joined in mindlessly, turning his head slightly your way and saying, "I'm so...", but he was met with an empty chair. Azriel's eyes darted around the room. He searched for the two kids as well but was met with a crowd of faces that didn't have any meaning to him. Azriel let out a frustrated growl, tightening his fists.

The candlelight was barely visible. Your eyes were burning from tiredness. You knew that you weren't going to get anything more done, but you refused to leave your study. It was the only place where you didn't feel him. And heaps of paperwork had managed to shove him out of your brain. It was bad enough that Axel talked about him until he eventually fell asleep. Padme, however, had given you a dissatisfied look. And you knew she was right, but you too had your reasons. You weren't a babysitter. There were no direct implications that it had to be you who monitored Azriel's behavior here. You knew that Rhys had eyes of his own here. He didn't need weekly reports. You blew out the last remaining candle. Not having enough energy to care about the scattered papers all over the table.

Rubbing your eyes, you moved towards the door. Opening them up with a spell. And you wished you hadn't the moment you did. A mortified scream left your lips. A hand clasped over your mouth. Flickers of your magic sparked, cracking the solid wall of darkness. "It's just me", you shoved your palms against Azriel's chest. "You're a sick bastard", you said, pointing an angry finger at the spymaster. To your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, making you huff. "How dare you laugh?", you moved to fix your dress. Trying to hide the tremble in your palms. "You're running away from me", Azriel stated calmly. You gave him a daring look and said, "I am not inclined to see you".

Azriel watched you. Even in the dim hallway, there was no way he could deny that there was something about you. The way you carried yourself You had proven your point that night in Azriel's room when you drew his consciousness away from him. He knew you had magic lurking deep within. But even that didn't seem like something that would call to him. "But you can answer some of my questions", he stated blankly. You shook your head in disbelief. "You did all of this so you could ask me a question? Under what rock have you been raised?", you stepped closer to him. Here. Here it was. That daring glare made something deep flick within Azriel.

"You'll have to forgive me. I was the one to wake up in a place I knew nothing of", he snarled back. Taking the last step towards you. Fully towering over your frame. Your head was now drawn up, so you could keep eye contact with him. "But I wasn't the one who went for a mated...", You cut yourself off. A bitter taste coating your mouth. The fire in your eyes died down. "Say it", Azriel muttered through gritted teeth. You watched him. You had no right to judge, and you didn't. "Everyone knows about it, don't they? You tried to make a fool out of me by dragging me to that circus today?", Now his words were drenched with venom. You had nudged a sleeping tiger. "That was not a circus. Communal is for children", your voice was small. Azriel let out a bitter laugh. "Is that what Rhys wanted? To humiliate me", there was pain so deep within him that even your bones ached.

"And you... you're here to orchestrate it", he snarled, stepping away from you. You suddenly felt so little. You had no intention of making Azriel feel like a fool. He shook his head one more time before he turned to step away. "Azriel...", you called out, stepping forward to grab his hand. Forgetting all boundaries. Losing control over your mental shields. The moment your hand touched his, all you managed was to take one more inhale before a ray of vision flashed right in front of you.

Azriel felt as if he was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. As flashes and flashes of what seemed to be memories glimmered through his mind, he saw the sanctuary. An elderly lady. Coldness and pain. Something that reminded him of the basement he had been locked in. Then there was Rhys. Illyrian camps. Angry males. A fire. Shouting females. Scattered wings. Blood. Shrieking children. He tried to move. He was unsure if it was real or just in his mind. But when he lifted his hands, bloody palms met him.

You yanked your hand back. Breathing heavily. Azriel was panting too. He blinked a couple of times. Eyes darting to your trembling frame. Your cheeks glisten with tears. Void grew deep within the spymaster's chest. Azriel moved to step closer, but you put out an arm in front of yourself. "I won't hurt you", his voice was the softest you had ever heard from him before. Yet you still shook your head, muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry".

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 28

Moniker: N/A Risk Level: High as you may emerge with fewer brain cells. Brief: B-movie marathon Safeword: Refer to first brief.

If Soap gets frisky I can fuck it out of him luv, today is about you getting to lounge about and do nothing but eat, drink and relax - Gaz

Wanna cuddle and watch shite movies? - Soap

Not optional I’m afraid sweetheart. Ale reckons you’re sub-dropping, let the boys handle it for you - Price

Soap looked ruined and you suddenly felt the horror that came with knowing exactly what you must look like all clean and bundled up after having your brains fucked out. It was so obvious he was exhausted and so obvious what had exhausted him. Christ, it must be so apparent to anyone in here that you were getting ruined on the daily if you looked like that after.

The room was basically set up like you were having a childhood sleepover. Huge mattress on the floor piled high with plush blankets and pillows with a big TV and veritable mountain of snacks and drinks set up in little baskets on the floor. You raised an eyebrow at Gaz who was fondly petting at Soap’s mohawk.

“Ghost thought it’d be better if he was too tired out to try humping you” he said with a conspiratorial grin.

“Wait it’s possible to tire him out?”

“Aye very funny. Cuddle!” Soap demanded like a spoiled brat, holding his arms out and making grabby hands.

Ridiculous, this was ridiculous. You were getting paid to what? Cuddle Soap after Ghost had fucked the stuffing out of him? It was the 28th. The contract defined a month as 30. Shouldn’t they be looking to use your body for their pleasure as much as possible with so little time left?

“Hey hey, no, c'mere bonnie, come cuddle” Soap said, crawling over to the edge of the little almost nest to grab your hands and rub his thumbs gently over your knuckles.

You appreciated that neither him nor Gaz pointed out that your eyes were bubbling up with tears because you didn’t want to talk about it. What was there to say? You were an idiot who was falling in love with a bunch of the most dangerous people on the planet? You were starting to think you were no less a dog to be leashed than any of them were?

Instead of saying any of that you just collapsed into Soap’s arms and enjoyed being held by him and Gaz who had wrapped around the two of you in a tangle. The hazy fog of deep sadness that had settled over you slowly started to clear bit by bit as they took care of you.

The b-horror marathon was excellent if you were honest, Gaz kept heckling the characters and threw popcorn at the screen whenever one of the characters did something stupid.

You didn’t disagree and had your own little rants whenever the slut archetype died first. Poor Soap tried to have the discussion of sluts and violence infuse some horniness into him, but whatever Ghost had done had well and truly put him out of commission. He whined terribly when humping a pillow didn’t do anything at all for him, lamenting that his cock was broken.

When Gaz tried to tease him he just pointed out that Gaz was one of the Kennel's dogs for the next week and you found out that he was detained temporarily because of the day he had destroyed your poor ass. You protested but Gaz himself settled you, saying it was fair that they would think he seemed a little off kilter (you felt a little guilty knowing you hadn't reported Soap because he definitely should have been detained if Gaz was). Plus, he was planning on sticking around the place with you here anyway.

It was so silly and yet you couldn’t help but feel that it was real. That this was just a lazy night in with loved ones who were just as happy to be there as you were. That they enjoyed your company even when they weren’t fucking you.

“We should do a Christmas movie marathon” Gaz said as he scrolled through to find your next awful movie.

“Aye but only the pure awful ones.”

You blinked and took a second to catch up.

“I won’t be here at Christmas?” you said, meaning it as a statement but having it come out as a question.

The two of them shared a look that set the hairs on the back of your neck to standing and then just crushed you between them to watch the next movie. Maybe you should have wrestled your way out from between them and demanded to know exactly what that look had meant, but it was warm and cosy and you liked the feeling of safety that came from being wrapped up in them so you just snuggled in and ignored the alarm bells in your head.

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch17

Description: we talk about feelings… I repeat - we talk about feelings. Progress FINALLY with Simon. Price is protective. Kyle missed us, sweet boy.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

Alejandro and Rudy lead us to the room we will be staying at. It's nice. A nice big bed, fit for a pack. It makes me feel guilty that I shouldn't be here. I walk in with my head down, trying to stay calm. I roll my shoulder, testing how it felt - it was starting to feel better.

The door closes and we are alone, just the three of us. I stand, silently until the Lieutenant speaks up.

"You can use the bathroom first" he grunts in my direction. I nod and head towards my bag that had already been delivered to the room. I grab PJ's and my soap, shampoo and conditioner. I peak into the shower and check that I can use the water controls, setting it to the suitable heat and pressure, before sliding the lock over and undressing.

Once I'm undressed, I check out my injuries in the mirror. The little cut on my cheek is tiny. I'm amazed it bled so much.. My shoulder looks a bit puffy, but otherwise, fine. Surprisingly, there is no bruising.. I check my leg and that looks a bit irritated but it's fine for now. I silently thank Rudy for helping me clean them up on the helicopter.

I step under the flow of the shower and bask in the warmth. The water stings my leg a little, feeling like sharp needles for a few seconds. I suck air in through my clenched teeth, and lather myself in my nice, floral scented shower gel. I also lather my hair in orange blossom and honey scented shampoo. It smells divine. Once I'm totally clean and the water has stopped running dirty from my body, I close the water off and drip dry for a few seconds.

I step onto the mat outside the shower and inhale the thick steam created by the boiling water I'd just showered in. I gasp when I realise that I'd forgotten my towels. I didn't want to take more time than necessary so I swallow my pride and decide to ask the Alphas in the main space of the shared room for help.

"Uhm.. Johnny..?" I say, softly through the closed door. "He's gone to shower in the main cubicles.. what's wrong?" the Lieutenant replies. I cringe - of course Johnny wasn't there..

"Oh.. uhm - I forgot my towels.. would you - would you hand them through the door..? Please..?" I ask, awkwardly.

"Open the door.." he says immediately. I am shocked at how quickly he had agreed to help. I stand behind the door, opening it just enough for my hand to emerge. I make grabby hands... waiting to meet the softness of the towel. He thrusts the towels into my waiting grasp and I slam the door quickly. "Thank you.." I whisper through the door. He doesn't answer.

*Ghost's POV*

As soon as she opens the door, her scent comes billowing out in the steam of the shower. I have to turn away for a couple of seconds to try and gather myself, refusing to allow the growl that so desperately wants to leave my throat. FUCK! Why did I let Rudy bait me into this... fuckin' hell...

My cock jumps when our hands meet, fuck sake!

She snatches the towel from me and slams the door. Control yourself, LT!

I lay back on the bed and try to think about things that will calm me down. Johnny arrives just in time. "Got started without me, LT..?" he teases, eyeing up the 'issue' in my boxers.

"Fuck off, Johnny.." I growl

She times it to fuckin' perfection. Out she steps in her pajamas, shorts and a vest followed by the steam. Fuck sake.. she makes the entire room reek..

I leap to my feet before she has time to notice my 'problem' and shove myself past her, with my towel over my crotch to hide it. I slam the door to the bathroom.

I set the water to cold and stand under the stream of freezing water. I pump my cock a couple of times but decide against it. I was pissed off and pent up.. I didn't want to take care of myself right now. Didn't deserve it. Creep.. monster.. fuckin' control yourself!!

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I settle at the edge of the bed, trying not to take up much room. Johnny jumps onto the bed and lands on his stomach. He sprawls out, taking up about half of the bed. I hear a growl from the shower. "Is - is he okay in there..?" I ask quietly.. "Aye Lass, he takes cold showers. Can't be nice.. If he took nice warm ones, I'd have waited and joined him.. but I cannae hack cold.. Not for me.."

I furrow my brow at his turn of phrase, "isn't Scotland cold...? Shouldn't you be used to it..?" I ask, light heatedly. He chuckles and turns over onto his back. "Aye, it's cold and wet. But beautiful at the same time. That dinnae mean I want to shower in cold water though, Lass.." he turns to face me.

"I got hosed with freezing water.." I mumble "not nice.." - Johnny goes silent. I realise I'd just accidentally trauma dumped on him a little bit.

"You need to get used to this then.. princess treatment only from now on, lass.." he jokes, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me towards him. He settles behind me as the big spoon, sniffing my hair deeply.

"Love yer shampoo.." he growls gently, squeezing my waist. I squeak and he loosens his hold slightly.

"Sorry, Lass - shoulda' asked.. this ok..?" - I hesitate for a moment and he starts backing away.. "It's fine.. as long as it doesn't bother the Lieutenant.." I whisper.

He immediately re-wraps himself around me. "Good, would probably start cryin' if you told me to feck off.." - I giggle and kick him in the shin gently with the heel of my foot.

I start to relax until the bathroom door swings open to reveal the Lieutenant. He is wearing boxers, a black t shirt and a simple black balaclava. I try not to stare but this is the most I'd ever seen of him. He is huge. Everywhere.. his arms, his thighs, the width of his shoulders, fuck..

My attention is snapped away from the Lieutenant. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Johnny grabs underneath his pillow and pulls out his ringing phone. A picture of a beaming Kyle flashes on screen. "It's oor boys!!" Johnny answers gleefully.

"Hello, MacTavish!!" my face perks up when I hear the smooth voice of Kyle.. I can't catch the tiny happy whimper that escapes my mouth.

"Wait two seconds, I'm switching to video call.." Johnny shouts.

"Johnny, you don't need to shout.." the Lieutenant grumbles, playfully, for him..

"They're you go!" Kyle says happily. "Look Cap, got Johnny on the phone..." he speaks across whatever room they are in. The Captain's gruff voice replies crackly over the phone, sounding like he is further away from the speaker. "He's just coming over.." Kyle says smiling so brightly down the phone.

"How're yous holdin' up in Amsterdam?" Johnny asks "Aw mate, it's been crazy. Think we are moving tomorrow morning though. Managed to catch the smuggler I told you about, at least. The cartel wankers had dressed up as civvies. Got ambushed but we are fine - Kate is organising our next move.. what about you guys.. where's Laika..?" Kyle asks before the phone is grabbed by the Captain and held a little too close to his face. It makes me giggle.

"Are you taking good care of Y/N..? He grumbles deeply, no hello, no how is everyone..His first words down the phone was just concern for my well being.. I blush and whine quietly. That was unusual, no one has really cared about me before..

"Ask her yerself' Cap.. she's right here.." Johnny thrusts the phone into my face. When I see my reflection I hide my face with my hands. "OI..." the Captain shouts, sounding angry. I flinch slightly and Johnny puts the phone back on his face. My stomach lurches - was he angry at me..? It's because I was sharing the room with his pack. He must be seething. I knew I wasn't wanted here.. tears pool in my eyes and I shuffle away from Johnny, creating some much needed distance.

"Love..?" his voice crackles over the line.. "Johnny, hand me over.. now!" he bellows. Johnny hands me the phone - I take it with shaky hands and he puts his face even closer to the screen as if it would make him see me more clearly. It would almost be funny if he wasn't about to punish me for disobeying or breaking rules..

"Love.. what happened to your cheek.. what's that mark..?" My cheek? Is that what he got angry about as soon as he saw my face?

"It- it happened when air support blew a building up.. just a stray piece of debris brushed me.. it's nothing.." he nods, looking grumpy.

"Ok, love, I'll take your word for it - no more near misses though. I expect you all back in one piece.. understood?" I nod.

"Words please, Y/N"

"Oh, uhm.. yes Capt -sorry- John" he softens then, "good girl, hand me to Simon, please.."

I nod and reach over Johnny's body, leaning on his chest to reach Ghost's hand with the phone. His bare fingers graze mine and I shiver. I climb back over Johnny and I swear that I feel a rumble of a purr vibrate through his chest, where my hand supports my body weight.

I whisper to Johnny, once I know that the Captain is busy talking to the Lieutenant - "It's a good thing he didn't see the one on my leg, that's way worse..." I giggle.

Johnny's eyes widen and looks down at my bare legs, trying to locate the wound.

"Fuckin' hell lass, when did that happen..? Why didn't you say anythin'?!" he whisper shouts back at me.

Everything goes silent. My eyes widen.

"Simon.. hand me back to Johnny.." John sounds positively furious. "I hope I misheard that little conversation..?" He accuses. "Aye, Alpha - we wis just messin' around.." Johnny tries to lie. "Johnny, I can always tell when you're lying - you know that.. don't you..?" he gulps. "Aye, Cap.."

"So, what did I overhear while I was talking to Simon..?" - I shakily take the phone from Johnny's hand.

"Sorry Captain. It was me.. I was just joking. It won't happen again.. it wasn't Johnny's fault.." he sighs, clearly annoyed.

"Look, Laika - no one is in trouble. I just like to know when my pack-soldiers are injured. You've got to let me know. I don't send broken soldiers into gun fights.."

I feel guilty again. I decide on four simple words, that I'm not sure are totally true, but decide will put his suspicion to rest.

"I'm not broken, Sir"

He nods, just once, before requesting to go back to Simon. I hand the phone to Johnny.

I'm stuck in my thoughts.

Broken..? Technically, I had lied. I'm quite broken. Very broken, really. Perhaps unfixable.. but you can't see me on the inside like you can if it were a gaping external wound that refuses to heal...

I'd prefer more external scars over the shit I had to deal with everyday. My stupid brain..

Kyle's voice breaks through my depressing thoughts. "Bye, bug.." Bug? that was a new one.. "See you all soon. Sleep well.." He smiles, quickly handing the phone to the Captain to make his farewells. "G'night lads, Laika - stay safe and talk again as soon as we can.."

I can feel the unsaid 'I love you's' - were they avoiding it because I was there? Making things awkward for them..?

Johnny slides his phone back under his pillow once the call has ended.

I turn away from the two Alphas, trying to give them space for their normal pack routine. I didn't want to intrude.

*Ghost's POV*

The girl turns away. I nod to Johnny to come to me - she clearly needs some space. Her scent is sharp with anxiety. She thinks too damn much. Johnny falls asleep quickly, as he always does.

I keep an eye on the girl - she tosses and turns for a couple of hours. She clearly hasn't caught a wink of sleep.

"If you keep moving, you'll never fall asleep" I say quietly, trying not to startle her.

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"If you keep moving, you'll never fall asleep". I freeze. Shit, I'd been keeping him awake.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you.. I can - I can go somewhere else..?"

"No, tell me what would help. I'm awake anyway.. makes no difference to me.."

"I - I think... no, it's nothing.." I decide not to say that I couldn't find my hanky. It was immature. I had caused enough trouble with the hanky the first night they caught me in Russia.

"What..." he growls, annoyed.

"S'nothin.. I'm fine.."

"You don't look fine.." why does he keep pushing me..? Just leave me alone, goddammit!

"Well, in that case, stop looking" I snap. I immediately regret it when everything goes silent. It sounds like he is about to say something when he just sighs.

"Suit yourself. Just tryin' to help. Message received loud'n'clear.." he says. Is he upset.. is he.. bothered..?

I stay silent for about five minutes, contemplating in my head what to do. I feel awful. He had extended an olive branch and I had grabbed it, snapped it and thrown it away. Stupid, horrible mutt. No one would ever actually want you!

"Sorry Lieutenant.." I whisper through a sniffle.

He just grunts at me. Great..

"I know you probably couldn't care less.. but... it's my hanky. It's stupid.. I know.. but I think I've lost it - I can't find it anywh-"

"Stop" he grunts, halting my sad rambling instantly. I sniffle and feel like running away when I hear movement. He has stood up. He walks a few steps from the bed. I can just make out his figure in the moon light. He picks up my tactical vest - patting the front pockets. "I tried in my vest.. it's not there.." I whine. He ignores me, and as if by magic, removes my missing hanky.

"It - it wasn't there.. I swear.. I checked in my pockets so many times.. I'm sorr-"

"This isn't your vest.." My eyebrows furrow and I start stuttering "Wh-what.. what do you mean..?"

"It's my vest - that's why. I found it on the upper floor of the white house. I wasn't born yesterday. You split from the team and went ahead, didn't you? Took out four or five Alpha guards before we'd even made it through the rest of the village. Nice and clean work. Like an assassin. The only thing you left behind... was this.." he waves the dirty hanky in front of his torso.

I whine, terrified. Was he about to kill me? Punish me?

*Ghost's POV*

Her scent turns rancid.. Fuck sake, I'm scaring her again. Tone it down, Ghost..

I walk to her side of the bed and tuck her hanky into her hand. She is limp and terrified, Her hands shaking.

"I don't mean to scare you, you know..?"

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"I don't mean to scare you, you know..?" he says in the softest voice I think I've heard come from the Alpha.

"But at the end of the day, all a ghost can do is haunt.." My eyes widen and I suddenly feel terrible.

I remember Johnny had mentioned that Ghost had been through some horrific shit. Maybe, just maybe, he is as terribly (un)broken as I am.. but I hadn't taken a second to think of anyone else's feelings.

"Tha- that's not true.." I whisper back.

He huffs a laugh.

"Thank you, by the way.." I boldly say, fighting back the tears, opting to be brave instead.

"Not just for this.." I hold my hanky up "but for earlier, with the Shadow Alpha... and for helping me when I had the nightmare. I know I've sort of said it already for that, but I didn't know it was you until it was too late so it doesn't count.."

"You're rambling now, girl.." he chuckles softly.

"No.. no - I mean it though.. I-I don't want to be scared of you. Deep down.. I'm not scared of you.. when-when you held my neck after- after he scruffed me.. I-I felt so protected. Safer than I've ever felt.. I - I'm sorry. I've said too much .."

He growls. I wince, I'd annoyed him again. I curl in on myself and shiver. It's only after a few more seconds that he is actually purring. Just the roughness of his voice made it sound more growly than he intended.

"You're a stupid girl. You know that..?" A tear escapes my eye and I nod my head. Yeah, I know that I'm stupid. Useless. Worthle-

"Come over'ere, Johnny keeps reaching for you".

I turn and face him and he nods to the gap in front of Johnny. I tentatively move within range of a deep sleeping Johnny. He grabs me as soon as I'm close enough.

The Lieutenant chuckles. "Told ya' he wanted you closer.."

I just wipe the tear from my cheek and swallow thickly.

Johnny squeezes me tightly to him.

He is big spoon. I am little spoon. I quickly fall asleep like this, matching Johnny's slow breathing and deep breaths.

At some point during the night, the Lieutenant becomes the biggest spoon.