#he just wants to chill out and rest…so that I think is the extent a pov of his could go

[foxmulderautism]

don’t even know how to structure the bobby novella bc I’m not sure where his arc would end in that context because overall his arc ends with dying which is not something i would write in his pov, it’s hard to create an arc within his larger arc when it ends like That, and also i have visions from when he’s in his hometown before his diagnosis to the weeks after his diagnosis to when he’s in the middle of it, which all feel like separate parts to me of something and i can’t tell if that means multiple bobby novellas or one bobby beast of a novella spanning months. all i know is i will write that weird gay little dude and make sure he’s loved from all angles

[arthurbristow]

Keep it close - Shigaraki x Reader

"Keep close," Shigaraki muttered, his crimson eyes scanning the bustling market around them. "I don't want to lose you in this crowd." His white hair fell messily over his face.

It was an unexpected outing, to say the least. The League of Villains rarely ventured out in daylight, especially to something as mundane as a game market. The two of you had left the hideout that afternoon, Shigaraki’s rare urge to indulge in some new video games coinciding with the League’s need for supplies. Dabi had been particularly insistent, his grumbling about running out of cigarettes becoming unbearable. So, with a list of groceries in hand, you accompanied Shigaraki to the market.

“Look at them, scrambling around for their mundane little pleasures,” he continued, hands twitching slightly as he spoke. “Pathetic.”

Navigating through the crowded streets, your eyes couldn’t help but notice the occasional glances and whispers directed your way. Shigaraki’s presence was hard to ignore, even if people didn’t recognize him. And you felt a wave of unease. The noise, the press of bodies, the constant motion—it was overwhelming. Your senses were on high alert, every fiber of your being screaming to find a point of stability. Shigaraki walked ahead, his posture tense but focused, clearly absorbed in his hunt for the perfect game.

The press of bodies around you intensified, and an accidental shove from an overenthusiastic passerby sent you stumbling. Without thinking, your hand shot out, grasping Shigaraki’s. The contact was immediate, grounding. Only a heartbeat later did you realize the full extent of your actions. His hand was bare — no protective gloves. A cold shiver ran down your spine. One wrong move, one slip of control, and you could be reduced to dust. Shigaraki’s Decay quirk was lethal, merciless. 

He stiffened, his head whipping around to look at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, but not entirely devoid of curiosity.

“I…” You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “I just… needed to hold on to something.”

His laugh was a harsh bark, but there was no malice in it. “You’re insane.” Tomura didn’t pull his hand away though, didn’t dissolve you into nothingness. Instead, his grip tightened slightly, with his pinky raised up in the air to protect you from being decayed on the spot.

The two of you moved through the market like that, hand in hand. It felt strangely intimate, a connection that defied the perilous nature of his quirk. The crowd seemed less daunting with him by your side, your anxiety ebbing away with each step.

Shigaraki led you to a stall filled with the latest games. His eyes lit up as he browsed through the titles, a rare smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you didn’t see often, this almost childlike excitement. You couldn’t help but smile too, caught up in his rare moment of happiness.

“Found it,” he said, holding up a game with a triumphant look. “This is the one.”

“Great,” you replied, your voice steadying. “Now, let’s get those groceries before Dabi sets the hideout on fire.”

Shigaraki chuckled, “Yeah.”

As you moved to the grocery section, the crowd thickened again. Instinctively, you tightened your grip on his hand. This time, he didn’t question it, at all.

You quickly gathered the items on your list, your movements efficient despite the mass of people. Cigarettes for Dabi, snacks for Toga, and various other necessities for the rest of the League. 

Through it all, Shigaraki stayed by your side, keeping his head lowered, reading the information written on the box of his new game, your hand still in his.

Holding Shigaraki's hand was a paradox of sensations. His skin, surprisingly warm, radiated a heat that contrasted sharply with the chilling fear of his lethal touch. The rough texture of his calloused palm told stories of countless battles and hardships. Yet, beneath the coarse exterior, there was a vulnerability — a silent plea for connection. The knowledge that a single slip could mean your end made the experience electrifying, heightening every sense. It was like holding a live wire: dangerous, exhilarating, and oddly comforting all at once. In that grip, there was a fragile trust, a delicate balance between life and decay, and an unspoken promise that for now, in this moment, you were safe.

Eventually, you managed to complete your shopping list. Dabi's cigarettes, snacks and manga for Toga, and even a few items for yourself. Shigaraki, meanwhile, had amassed a small pile of new games, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you reached the entrance, you reluctantly let go of his hand. 

He glanced at you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You apparently liked holding my hand, hmm?" Tomura cooed, his tone softer than you’d ever heard.

"Yeah…" You replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest and flush claiming your cheeks.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Just don’t make a habit of grabbing my hand. Next time, I might not be so careful."

[disneyprincemuke]

the overachiever * fem!driver

she's just a little competitive, that's all

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: YAUUUR i'm back with em femdriver updates dawg

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

oscar leans to the side as he avoids the ball hurled at him at seemingly an alarming rate — could have possibly taken his head off if he hadn’t moved fast enough — then turns back to the pair on the other side of the court. “oi!”

“loser!” she pumps her fist in the air and hops over to her teammate on her side of the court, hand lifted for a high-5. “do better.”

oscar rests a hand on his hip, chest heaving as he whirls around to where the ball had bounced to. “this was supposed to be a chill game. what is your problem?”

liam laughs, clutching his stomach as he threw his head back. he catches the girl’s hand and nods. “sore losers, aren’t they?”

“isn’t this your first time playing padel?” logan scowls. “how are you already so good at it?”

she shrugs as she puts her racket between her legs, readjusting her ponytail. “you know i can’t stand when i’m bad at things. of course, i prepared myself for today.”

when oscar had invited them out for a game of padel, he had expected it to be a first out of many short games. what nobody had expected, though, is for the girl — who claimed to know nothing of the sport just a week ago — to be absolutely dominating them on the court.

there is a reason they hadn’t invited the rest of their friends or anyone else from the grid. they just wanted to slowly take their time to learn the ropes of the game so that when the season goes underway, they don’t embarrass themselves when they get invited to games by other drivers.

but of course, the overachiever did her research and is already excelling to a certain extent. it’s just something they’d had to endure over the years: her in-explainable need to be good at everything immediately. if she’s not good at it from the get-go, she loses interest quickly.

“how? how could you have possibly prepared yourself for a game of padel? you didn’t even have a racket until 3 days ago,” logan scolds, throwing his arms in the air as the frustration slowly gets to him. there’s just something about her beating him in absolutely everything that’s sort of absurd. “i was literally with you when we went to get your stupid racket!”

“there’s this thing called youtube?” she hums with an eyebrow raised with the roll of her eyes. “and i asked fernando for some tips. so i’m kind of… like… a pro.”

“doesn’t make you a pro,” oscar scowls with a frown as he shakes his head. “makes you a bit of a nerd, though.”

“well i am graduating with a degree in information technology in a couple of months. so, perhaps, i could be a nerd,” she hums, with a giddy grin, “at least if the whole racing thing doesn’t work out… i have a way out. unlike you dropouts!”

“a woman in stem!” liam cheers. “if you graduate first class, i’ll buy you a car. what’s your current grades?”

she presses her lips together, nodding as she tries to formulate a plan for her education. “if i study harder for my final exam in a week, i could make that happen. i’m a pretty solid b grade student.”

“i meant a toy car, you freak,” liam frowns, scowling at her. “you think i’m getting paid loads as a reserve driver?”

“i overheard the team discussing you the other afternoon. who knows? we very well may be teammates next year.”

“i sure hope not,” logan butts in with a snort. “that wouldn’t do anyone any good — two idiots in the same team.”

she tilts her head, blinking innocently at him. “what do you mean? williams seems to be doing great with that kind of lineup this year.”

logan clenches his jaw, puckering his lips as he looks at her. “okay.”

“enough fighting,” oscar rolls his eyes. “ready to lose again, logan?”

the american sighs. “yeah, i guess.”

“god, don’t you know what a demonstration means?” max clutches his stomach, hunching over as the pain shoots through his torso. he watches the ball slowly bounce on the ground, right after hitting him in the stomach.

beside her, penelope giggles as she approaches max in concern. “are you okay, maxie?”

max shakes his head, glancing at the young child before dropping to his knees as he groans. “no, p. she bullied me!”

“she’s so strong!” penelope cheers, hopping over to the older girl with a screechy giggle. “but you should say sorry, maybe!”

“you’re right,” she grins, patting penelope on the head. “i’m sorry, max.” she leans down to max’s ear out of penelope’s hearing range. “that you got outplayed by a girl.”

max lifts his head to glare at her. they were just teaching penelope how to play football, the older girl describing earlier how to score effectively after she expressed interest in the sport. when she was asked to demonstrate the move, max didn’t expect her to kick the ball so hard.

“i knew that was coming. you’re so harsh!”

he was expecting a semi-strong kick to his stomach — something that he could catch and bear before they continued their small game of football. but no, she kicked the ball as hard as she could and almost incapacitated him.

though, perhaps incapacitated is too strong of a word. but he still does feel it in his gut, stumbling back in confusion when the ball came into contact with him.

can he really blame her, though? he sort of gets it: the need to be good at everything to please people. maybe it’s the eldest sibling trait.

“i was in varsity when i was in primary school,” she presses her lips together with a small smile. she holds her arms out to the younger girl and gestures towards her parent’s house. “i could get blythe to make us orange juice, p. do you want some?”

she sighs and drops her hands. “you can do better than that.”

logan drops his stance, his hands resting by the side of his body. “what do you mean? i don’t want to hit you so hard.”

“why? it’s not our first time sparring,” she scowls, wiping the side of her face on the sleeve of her shirt. she lifts her hands again, inside a pair of boxing gloves, and protects her face. “come on. hit me like you mean it.”

“i’m not going to hit you,” logan mutters. “we’re just warming up until benny and noah get here, right? that’s what you said.”

“yeah, but,” she darts a hand out, barely missing logan’s face when he leans back to avoid her punch, “i want a real challenge before they get here. come on, logan.”

but logan doesn’t fight back. instead, he takes several steps back when she tries to approach him, both arms darting out in an attempt to rile him up into a real spar.

“stop trying. i’m not doing this with you,” logan sighs, touching gloves with her everytime she tries to reach forward for him. “i know you were in martial arts growing up too, but i wasn’t. i’m just here because you asked me to be here.”

she grins. “exactly. so, fight back. don’t be a coward.”

“you’re not going to rile me up into a fight. i’m not you.”

“it works sometimes.” she dips down slightly and throws a punch into his stomach, prompting a huff as it hits him. “hit me back.”

“no way. stop asking me to do that.”

“coward.”

“okay.”

she touches his thigh with her feet, the taller boy stumbling slightly. “you’re just gonna let me do that to you? do something.”

“you’re not gonna get anything out of him.” a familiar voice makes both of you turn your head towards the door, benny walking in with a small smile and a gym bag over his shoulder. “very patient, this guy.”

“you clearly did not live in the same house as him for years,” she laughs, running over with her arms opens to get a hug. “will you spar with me until noah gets here? logan is so boring — he never hits me back.”

“hey!”

“sure! but you can’t cry when you lose.”

“maybe.”

sebastian tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “are you sure go-karting is what you wanna do over summer break? don’t you have other things to do?”

“we’ve done everything she wants to do,” oscar says begrudgingly as he puts his helmet on. “she cried this morning saying she misses racing.”

logan also looks tiredly at sebastian, shaking his head as he takes his helmet out of his bag. “i woke up to her sleeping on the couch hugging her helmet, by the way.”

the girl scoffs, punching logan’s arm as he unveils a secret he was sworn to never say to anybody else just this afternoon. “no, i was not!”

“ah, don’t be so shy about it,” sebastian smiles. “i also felt like that in my rookie year. all i could think of was being out on the track.”

“i guess i could study for my exams.” she exchanges glances with the 3 men around her before shrugging. “oh, well. time to race and beat your asses.”

“oh? you think you could be a 4-time world champion?” sebastian raises his eyebrows. “i’d like to see you try.”

“you clearly haven’t met me,” she hums, stopping in her track to turn around and face sebastian. she holds a hand out between them. “hi, i’m the most competitive girl you’ll ever meet. and i will beat you at go-karting today.”

while that doesn’t actually happen that evening, sebastian laughed as he climbed out of his go-kart at the end of their 10-minute race. she swears to him that someday she will be good enough to beat him in equal machinery (a go-kart).

which oscar begs to argue that she’s simply overdramatising the situation. but she just knows it’ll happen eventually.

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[nanaminsmoon]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this yet but i hope it's okay lol. but i do know that i need this man real bad. and i picked this song bc it just kinda reminds me of this:)) also, i'm british but i always imagine the characters i write to have american accents so that's how i write them:))

cw: throat fucking, breeding, connie calls reader 'ma', 'hermosa', and 'baby', oral (f + m receiving), connie nuts on reader, n word usage, connie speaks spanish 2x; 'lo sé, hermosa, lo sé' (i know, beautiful, i know); 'quieres un hijo, ma?' (you want a kid, ma?)

wc: 2286

you always knew connie was a problem. from the day your ex introduced you to him, and his eyes’ journey across your body was one that should not be taken by a guy your man called his ‘best friend’. connie’s treatment towards you had never held any resemblance to that of a friend. it was almost as if he had no desire to hide his want for you. shown by the way he spent the rest of that evening, at eren’s house, eye-fucking you. his eyes probing you; brushing across your entire body, making the hairs on your skin rise at his command.

after that night, his eyes would return to you; attaching themselves to any moving flesh, as you shook ass when you guys all went out together. but, once again, you brushed him off. and you could've sworn you whined on him one time but the dim lighting in the club meant that you could never confirm. it was never to the extent where he made you particularly uncomfortable, you just needed to know what the nigga’s problem was. so you asked your, now ex, boyfriend ony about it. but he had accused you of blowing it all out of proportion.

“just because the nigga looked at you, you think he wants you?”, he had scoffed, shaking his head at you.

“it’s not about him looking, ony, it’s how he looked.”, you defended, and ony had rolled his eyes and carried on with whatever he was doing. that marked the first of many arguments you two had about connie.

the turning point came when you and ony broke up, and the first person to text you as soon as it happened was…connie. it was as if he had been waiting for this very moment since he met you. and he had. but, unlike his prolonged affections for you, the message he sent you was short.

”you good?”, you looked at your screen through teary eyes, and saw that he was facetiming you. so you, hesitantly, answered and you were met with a sentimental connie, throwing condolences your way. ensuring you that you would be fine, and telling you praises like; ‘you were too good for him anyways’ and ‘i would never treat a girl as beautiful and smart as you like that. i don’t know what he was thinking’. and, as sweet as his words were, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words that denounced his friend, aimed at the ears of his ex-girlfriend. but their comfort outweighed all the suspicions, so those calls became more regular. and, perhaps, that's how you got to where you are now; head upside down over the edge of his bed, with his dick fucking in and out of your throat.

“why you ain’t leave him sooner, y/n? i know he ain't ever fucked you like this”, your head tried to shake a response to him and he just laughed down at you, thinking you were absolutely adorable. even with all that spit spilling out the corners of your mouth, and your mascara running all over your face.

he had invited you over to just “chill”, but you knew better and went in a matching bra and thong—you didn’t know if it was just post-breakup loneliness, or wishful thinking because you had been feeling him for timeee. but it was a gesture he had laughed at once he took your clothes off.

“you want this dick just as bad as it wants you, huh?”, he had laughed, earning an abashed giggle from yourself. how he ended up fucking your throat, you didn't know. but you had weakened this man’s knees considerably, and now both of his hands were placed on your knees. the sight of your dainty hands toying with your clit as he used your throat as a cock sleeve made his dick pulsate in your throat. so he pulled out of you, slowly, groaning before he had two seconds to position his dick and nut all over your chest and stomach.

you no longer had loyalties to ony, so you could freely admit that connie was eating you out in a way ony never had. the pleasure he was giving you travelled through every cell in your body, even reaching your fingertips as one of your hands tried to grab at whatever parts of his bleached buzz cut it could. the other busy cramping due to how hard you were grabbing at the duvet underneath you. both of your legs rested over his shoulders as his tongue politely abused your heat. you thought you felt something in his mouth when you two kissed earlier, but the adrenaline coursing through your body had dulled your senses. but, now he had you spread open on his bed, you could feel the small ball of metal greeting your clit as he sucked it into his mouth; the combination of the cold jewellery and the warmth of his tongue making your back lift off the bed. you were so close to your end, and that gap was finally closed when the little ball started vibrating. connie’s lower face was drenched, your wetness running down his chin and neck.

not a drop of it was wasted as he wiped it on his hand and licked it all off, his eyes glued to your face the entire time. having not fully come down from your high, connie’s next movements were a blur to you. all you remembered was him pulling something out of his draw, then your legs were in his arms, your thighs meeting his hips as connie fucked into you like he would get evicted from his house if he didn't. his trimmed fingernails were digging into the flesh surrounding your thighs and his eyebrows met to furrow in the middle of his face. he no longer cared about loyalties, not with how tight you were. he would do this now, and deal with the consequences later. because how could he let his best friend get in between him and the finest girl he'd ever met?

this man fucked you mercilessly, it was as if he had a point to prove. and he did—he wanted you to know that it's him you should've been with in the first place. he would’ve been so much better to you than his friend had been. and if you couldn’t see it, you’d feel it. the tip of his dick was damn near touching your lungs, knocking out any air you had stored in them. your eyes hadn’t focused since you entered those four walls, and connie’s were clouded by you. and that cloud finally rained down when you came around him,

“c-connieee—fuck—s-so good—fuckfuckfuck”, were your final words before your second nut of the night—arousal flooding the fabric underneath you, as well as connie's lower abdomen. seeing you coat him again, and wet the places that dried after the first one, made connie’s dick throb. but he wanted you to nut again before he got his own end.

so he picked you up, and laid you on your stomach, lifting your ass up, and giving it a quick slap. the sensitivity still resounding in all your limbs exacerbated the feeling of his palm, and long fingers, meeting your soft flesh. before he spaced your legs apart, his right one knelt between them, and his left propped up beside you. in seconds he was pounding into you again. your hands were grabbing at pillows, sheets, anything to find a small grip on reality. because this man was trying to fuck you into madness. his brain had stopped working the moment your lips attached to his, and its small whisper of reason evaporated and was replaced by his dick’s harsh clamours to fuck you until he couldn’t anymore.

clamours became careless whispers telling him to nut in you, and get you pregnant so you could be his forever. something he had joked about it in your facetimes, telling you,

”i have half a mind to make you the mother of my kids. then i could take care of you forever”, your view was of him cooking shirtless, with nothing but pyjama bottoms on. and you knew there was nothing under them because of the way they sat on his hips—his v-line fully exposed. but your response had been a laugh and an eyeroll,

“shut up, bro. i’m not trynna be anyone’s baby mum”, you scoffed.

”i never said baby mum. i said mother of my kids. there’s a difference”, he had reassured, earning another eyeroll from you. that conversation replayed over, and over, again in his head. and he tried to disperse those thoughts by maintaining a firm hold on your hips, pulling you onto him as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

he was hitting you with those slow strokes that hit the right spot every single time, and it had you whining and slapping the pillows above your head,

“don't tap out on me, ma, c’mon. stay wit’ me”, and you tried, but the pleasure he was making you feel was enough to drive a grown woman to insanity.

“i'm trying con-n, but it's—nnggh—too fucking good. fuck”, he revelled in knowing he was being this good to you, even if it meant dire things for his friendship. he had always wanted to see what this pussy was like, and now he knew, he'd be back again next week. same time, same place, the only changing being the positions he bends you into.

”lo sé, hermosa, lo sé”, he smirked onto your skin as he kissed it; his plump lips starting at your shoulders, making their way down the valley in the middle of your back. his hands would travel the width of your back, before one of them wrapped around your throat to pull you up to him—your back flush against his tatted chest. his body weight rested on his heels as he fucked up into you; one hand still gently squeezing your throat, and the other gripping onto your tit like it’d fall off if he let go of it. he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, all he needed was to make you his.

”quieres un hijo, ma?”, he voiced, and you blindly just nodded, until he spoke again, ”yeah, you do? want me to put a kid in ya?”, you didn’t know if he was playing or not, but you didn’t need the mess that would come with having a kid with your ex’s best-friend. even though you were trying to collect your thoughts, your surprise caused you to tighten around him. and that just made connie go even harder.

”n-no, connie, n-no. whattabout ony-y?”, you mewled out and he scoffed at you, his grip on your throat slightly harsher.

”the fuck he gonna say? huh?”, that last ’huh’ came out through gritted pearly whites, ”how’s he gonna claim you if you got my kid in ya? huh? he ain’t gonna do shit, ma, don’t stress”, he cooed before peppering small kisses all over you.

”b-but”, you wanted to tell this man that he’d lost his damn mind, but your eyes were too busy flickering into their sockets as more whines left your mouth.

”no buts, baby, i’ll take care of you”, his mouth left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck and, with the way he was making you feel, you just nodded in agreement.

the words, ”good girl”, were the golden keys that opened the flood gates, and you came around him. that nut took all the strength from your body, and you would’ve fallen onto the bed if he hadn’t been holding you up. even still, the merciless pace which he fucked up into you with, did not falter. and you came again, crooning his name in overstimulation.

”c-conniee, fff-fuck”, your voice cracked out. he just smirked at your cute demeanour and resumed kissing your shoulders. before his groans fell deeper, and his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. his arms held you still and he came inside you—his release stealing his strength, meaning he gently dropped you onto the bed, collapsing beside you after doing so.

”you didn’t nut in me.”, you spoke quietly, and you thought the duvet had muffled you but the low chuckles rumbling from behind you told you otherwise.

”i had a condom on. you ain’t see me take it out?”, he walked off the bed, ”or did you really think i was gonna put a baby in you?”, he smirked, taking the thin layer of latex off him. his face winced at the sensitivity.

”nah.”, you spoke sheepishly, shaking your head against the duvet. he got off the bed, and made his way to the side you were laying on. once he made it to you, he grabbed you by your chin—making you sit on your legs as your body wavered. then his tatted hand was on your jaw,

”’f you want that baby, just ask and i’ll give it to ya”, his voice was quiet and the corners of his lips rose, as his eyes remained on yours. and once he saw your head make a small nod, his smile grew even bigger.

”bet.”

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[mommageto]

Domestic Hashira: Part 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Title: Domestic Hashira Chapter 3 (Himejima x Reader)

Word Count: 1709  words

Description: (Y/n) and Gyomei navigating the unfamiliar territory of an arranged marriage. 

Part 2

The whole day, you and Himejima did not speak a word to each other.  You shared lunch together, and both of you spent the rest of the afternoon doing your usual duties and Himejima training as hard as ever. It only felt like a day, but you did not want to be with Himejima like this. It was awkward, peculiar, and uncomfortable. You missed your husband.

After your bath, you stepped outside the bathroom to the changing area to change into your sleepwear. You were startled by a large, familiar form in the corner. Himejima was changing there, his movements muffled by the fabric. To your surprise, this caused you to jump and let out a small scream. Gyomei was taken aback. "I apologize, (y/n). I didn't realize you were coming in," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. 

You instinctively covered yourself but then realized the absurdity of your action. After all, Himejima was blind and already partially clothed. The giant man quickly left the room with his robe in his arms. You couldn't help but wonder how much he has to avoid you. This did not help with how you feel but only tested your insecurities. 

It wasn't long until you had to be in a position of discomfort because of your current situation. Spending the night sleeping beside Gyomei while a tense atmosphere lingered between you. This made you feel uneasy, so you decided to pack up your futons and sleep in the other room. It feels heavy to be sleeping beside him with everything that's going on. 

Gyomei entered the room to sense you packing your futons. Though Himejima was blind, he could figuratively read the room as he could hear you putting away your beddings. Even so, he didn't assume. Instead, he asks you, "(Y/n), what are you doing?"

You remained silent for a moment, not answering him immediately. The feeling of speaking feels weird. It's like there is a lump in your throat trying to hold you back from speaking with him. "(Y/n)," he called out again.

"I'm sleeping in the other room," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. The towering man beside you froze.

"Can we please talk about what happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Gyomei, do you still want me to be your wife?" you countered, your question a direct challenge. He was taken aback by your sudden inquiry. 

"Yes, I do want you to be my wife (y/n)," he responded, his voice firm.

You felt perplexed even if you heard Himejima's voice to admit that he still feels that way for you. An itch you couldn't scratch is why he would go to a certain extent to avoid you at those hours. It was your first argument as a married couple, but you didn't understand Gyomei's actions recently. That night made you feel unloved by him, and your insecurities got the best of you. It wasn't about the action of him refusing you, but thinking about how he could show you that much love and then quickly get tired of you. "Then, I don't understand," you said, your tone growing more agitated. "What is it that's wrong with me?"

"No, nothing is wrong with you–"

"Then why? I feel so unloved, Gyomei. You make me feel like I'm not your wife." Your voice broke as you confessed your feelings to him. Gyomei, with all his heightened senses, tried his best to gauge how you felt emotionally. However, you felt hurt so much that you walked out with haste. 

As you stepped outside, a chilling breeze swept through the air. You shivered, not just from the cold but from the sense of unease that had taken hold of you. You ran away without thinking of anything but to get away from everything until you heard the sound of the waterfall where you saw Gyomei train. You stopped to catch your breath. Suddenly, a dark figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Panic surged through you as the demon lunged towards you. You screamed, your heart pounding in your chest. Trembling with fear that was quite familiar–the night you lost your parents. With your memories flashing from that event, it did not exactly help you but added torment to your fear. You slowly try to walk away as the demon observes how it could feast on you. It was hopeless as you have no defense against him. Just as it seemed you were about to be devoured, Himejima burst out of the forest, his weapon drawn.

With a fierce cry, he engaged the demon in battle. The clash of steel echoed through the night as they fought. You watched in horror, your fear turning to relief as Himejima managed to strike a fatal blow. The demon disappeared from your sight. Exhausted and relieved, Himejima turned to you. He could sense how afraid you were, he wiped the smear of blood that splashed on your face and put away the strands of your hair that were covering your face. You clung to him, your body trembling, and your eyes tired from the whole incident that happened throughout the night. Himejima carried your body, bridal style. 

On the way home, your hand was gripping Gyomei's clothing, and the fear of the horror you witnessed still lingered on your mind. That reminded you of the night your parents were taken away from you. That night with your parents was the last time you ever encountered an attack, and you did not expect to see more of it.

It was not long until both of you returned to your house safely. Your eyes were barely open; you could feel Himejima placing you gently on a soft futon. "Gyomei," you whispered his name. Thus, with the comfort the futon gave you, your eyes gave up, and you slept.

You were awakened by the warm feeling of a huge boulder-like form. There is a slight pain in your head that didn't help much with your sight. A hot breath can be felt on top of your head. You try to collect yourself to understand the situation around you. As your eyes open, you can clearly see the problem you are in. The room was lit up with the sun's morning rays. Himejima's arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as his body faced you. You noticed that he did not have that rumbling voice as usual whenever he slept. You moved your head up to take a closer look at him and observe his face. He was sleeping peacefully. Your hand cupped his face, and your thumb rubbed his cheek.

You cannot help but wonder how precious your husband was. The memories of the night were still fresh, though you felt differently. Last night, you were attacked by a demon, and that made you recollect the memories of your late parents. The fear of last night was not mainly from the demon attack, but you realized that much of your fear comes from the thought of losing someone you love–Gyomei. You are aware that your situation with your husband has not yet been resolved, but that's barely an enigma for you to face compared to losing your beloved husband. 

Himejima was slowly waking himself up from his slumber. He moved slightly and pulled you into a tight embrace, which caused you to let out a small utter cry of pain, "Ow." With the sound of your voice, Himejima noticed that you were awake. 

"(Y/n)," he called your name and tried to pull his arms away from you. "I apologize, I hope I didn't cause you any harm."

"A little, but not at all," you told him and let out a chuckle.

Himejima did not speak a word after that as he was afraid that he might say the wrong words or do more damage to everything. Your eyes stared at him, and you could see the nervousness on his face. So, you started the conversation with him to clear the air up. 

"Gyomei–"

Before you could utter a word or so, you were cut off by Himejima. "(Y/n), I apologize for the way I made you feel. I didn't mean to push you away like that." Your eyes lit up at his words, and you were silent for a while, but you still wanted to understand him even more.

"It was hard for me to understand everything that night with the two of us. I thought you did not want any part of me anymore," you confessed.

The guilt was plain on the gentle giant's face as you spoke. He seemed worried about your well-being. "No, no. It's nothing like that. If anything, it was my mistake to push you away. I want to be with you, (y/n). I was just not accustomed to things like that, and I was afraid that if we ever reached that point, I would be able to hurt you in that." 

As you listened to his words, a wave of relief washed over you. His vulnerability and honesty were something you hadn't expected. You realized that his fear of hurting you was rooted in his own insecurities and past experiences.

"Gyomei, I understand you. I want to be with you, too. I want to experience everything with you in sickness and in health, in every pain, in every happiness, in every feeling there is. I hope you understand how I feel about you. "A curve from the Stone Hashira's face has formed, and you can tell by his expression that it is genuine.  

"Thank you. I'm glad that we talked about this," he said as he reached out to hold your hand. You felt a deep connection forming between you. It was clear that your relationship was taking a significant step forward. Gyomei planted a kiss on your forehead, and you tickled the side of his torso, which caused him to jerk a little and laugh.

This was another step forward for your relationship with Gyomei, a cathartic release of shared pain that forged a deeper bond between you as husband and wife. As you opened up to each other, a newfound understanding and empathy bloomed, strengthening the fabric of your relationship.

This story will have a Part 4

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here's the task force 141 gangbang fanfic. it involves ghost, soap, gaz, and price. there aren't really any warnings for it i don't think other than smut.

“Oh!” You said in alarm, “I didn’t know you were still here.”

Ghost grunted and continued polishing one of the guns he had laid out on the table in front of him. 

You stood there awkwardly in the entryway of the common room. You cleared your throat before you spoke again, “can I sit?” You asked. 

Again, Ghost grunted. He waved the hand he was holding the cloth into one of the other empty couches beside the table. 

Sitting on the couch pulled the ache from the previous mission back to the surface. You tried not to make a sound, but couldn’t help the grimace of pain that stretched across your lips. 

“Price told me to keep an eye on you,” Ghost said.

When you looked up, he was staring you down, a look of concern in his eye, “it’s just a few scrapes and bruises,” you said, trying to reassure the other man. 

“Scrapes and bruises that are enough to keep you here.”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, immediately regretting your tone once it was out. 

To your surprise, Ghost chuckled, “watch your tone, soldier,” he commanded. 

Shame ran over your body like an icy wind, “yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” you said quickly, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. 

For the next few moments, you could hear the sounds of Ghost cleaning the gun he held before you could hear it clatter onto the table. “Are you afraid of me, lieutenant?” He asked. 

“No, sir,” you responded but kept your eyes on the floor.

“You can’t even look at me when you say it,” Ghost said, an edge of humor to his voice. 

You forced yourself to pull your head up and look through the holes of the mask he wore, even while he was off mission and back on base, “I’m not afraid of you, sir.”

Ghost leaned back onto the couch and put his hands casually in his lap, “can I ask you another question?”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, “yes, sir.”

“You’re close with Soap, aren’t you?” He asked. 

Another chill ran through your body at his tone, but you kept your tone neutral, “we are close in age so that makes it easier to-”

“Am I not giving you enough attention?” The other man asks, cutting you off. 

You broke eye contact and furrowed your brows in confusion. You looked at the guns on the table in front of Ghost, hoping that they would give you the answer. When that didn’t work, you looked back up at him, “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t give you enough attention so you run after Soap like a lovesick puppy. Am I making sense now?”

You shook your heads at his words first before your brain could catch up for you to respond verbally, “it’s not like that,” you answered, breaking eye contact again to look down at your feet. 

You sat there, too lost in your thoughts to see the feet that had stepped in front of yours. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Ghost grabs your chin and forces your head up. 

“Do you get on your knees for him?” Ghost asked. 

You shook your head. You had Soap had shared a few stolen kisses, but nothing to that extent, “no, sir.”

Ghost was quiet for a moment, watching you over carefully. “Will you get on your knees for me?”

This time, a warm feeling ran through your body. When you nodded your head, the hand on your chin moved up to cup your cheek. His hand rested on your face for a few moments before it moved to begin opening his pants. 

True to your word, you moved the short distance from the couch to the floor to get on your knees in the space of his spread legs. 

Ghost moved to get more comfortable. He sat directly next to the spot on the couch you had just occupied and you followed him over. When he made space for you between his legs, you wanted to reach up and tear open his pants, but with the way your hands shook, you thought otherwise. 

When his pants were open, you leaned forward before he could pull down the elastic top of his underwear. 

You ran your nose along the bulge under the fabric and breathed him in. The scent of his musk filled your nose, and when you stuck your tongue out to see if you could taste the smell, Ghost let out a groan. 

“I knew you’d be eager,” he let out a breathy chuckle, “you won’t even let me get my underwear off.”

The fabric grew wetter and wetter with each pass of your tongue. You almost wanted to see how long it would take until you couldn’t taste fabric, but instead the salty taste of his precome. 

Ghost had other ideas. With a hand around the back of your neck, he pulled you back so he could raise his hips and push the fabric down. 

You only had a moment to take in the sight of his cock before something else caught your attention. 

“Took you long enough, lieutenant,” Price said from the doorway. He walked in, followed by Gaz, and then Soap. They didn’t care that you were on your knees, or that Ghost had his fucking cock out as they filed in. 

You tried to stand up, but Ghost tightened the hand he had around the back of your neck, “stay,” he commanded. 

You were still tense, but his command made a small part of you go lax. You relaxed even further when his fingers dipped under the back of your shirt to run over your skin with the pads of his fingers. 

“We were just getting started so if you all were kindly fuck off,” Ghost said to the other men. 

“With the way he’s been pining after you, we want to see how this plays out,” Price said, his tone leaving no room to argue. 

You looked up at Ghost, watching how the man’s mouth opened to say something back. His words were lost and instead came out as a breathy sigh when you ran your tongue along his cock from root to tip. 

“Someone’s got the right idea,” Gaz said. 

When you sucked the head of his cock into your mouth, it didn’t take long for it to grow fully hard. You pulled off to wrap a hand around the base of his cock. Once you had pulled the foreskin down and revealed the head of his cock, you traced your tongue around the bottom of the head. 

You looked up when you heard a soft thump. Ghost had thrown his head back onto the back of the couch at the pleasure your mouth gave. 

“Are you just going to hog him all to yourself?” Price questioned. 

Ghost pulled his head up and glared at Price, “if it gets you all to fuck off faster.”

Price and Gaz were behind you in a flash. You tried to turn back and look at them, but the hand on the back of your neck that had fallen as you sucked Ghost off was back to hold your head in place. 

They were rough as they pulled your clothes off, and Soap was the one to voice his concern. If you could even call it that.

“Easy, boys. We’re dealing with damaged cargo,” he said, pulling a laugh from all of the men in the room. Instead of getting with Price and Gaz, he instead fell to his knees beside you. He pressed a quick kiss on your cheek, bringing a soft smile to your face. 

“Eyes on me,” Ghost said, pulling your attention back to him. 

You were quick to wrap your mouth around the head of his cock. You tried to take it all the way down so you could bury your nose in the thatch of pubic hair above his cock, but you had to pull off when the head nudged the back of your throat and you gagged. 

You pulled off with a gasp, the tears that had gathered as you took him down your throat had fallen when you pulled off. You tried to apologize, but Ghost running his fingers along your swollen lips stopped you. 

“Easy, baby. It’s not going anywhere,” he said, his voice coming out rough.

“Okay?” Soap whispered into your ear. 

When you nodded, Soap lifted his fingers to wipe the tears from your face. You could feel the warmth of your tears on your throat when his fingers went down to run softly along the skin. “You gotta relax that pretty throat of yours,” he whispered again in your ear. 

You nodded and watch as Soap moved closer to Ghost. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him take the head of his cock into his mouth before going down the length slowly. Soap went down with ease until his nose was pressed into the pubic hair at the base. 

Ghost’s cock was wet with spit when Soap pulled off. You couldn’t tell what was yours and what was his by sight, and by taste gave the same result. What you could taste was the salty tang of Ghost’s precome when you pulled Soap into a kiss.

It was messy and wet, stirring a hot feeling in your gut. The kisses you had shared before were different. Softer and used as a means of comfort. With this newer one, you were eager to respond, eager to spread your legs when Soap’s hand dipped in between to palm at your cock. 

You moaned into his mouth as your hips jerked up, yearning for release. 

“Enough,” Ghost said, grasping your shoulder tightly to pull you away. “Get your fill because after this, he’s only mine to fuck.”

“I can fuck him, but can’t kiss him?” Soap asked in disbelief. 

Ghost didn’t respond, only pulled you up by your shoulder so you rested in his lap. He was warm, even through the clothing he was wearing. The fabric prickled your naked skin, making you realize that you were the only one in the room fully naked. 

You barely had time to focus on that as Ghost pulled his mask up and pulled you in with a hand at the back of your neck into a kiss. You didn’t know how long it took you to realize it was your first with Ghost, but when you did, you moaned against the plush skin of his lips.

As your first ended, another began right after. You relaxed in his lap, and spread your legs to make room for his thighs. You wanted to reach down and wrap a hand around your cocks but Ghost moved his hands to wrap around your hips and pulled your body flush with his. It created a delicious pressure against your cock, one that you wanted to drive your hips forward into, but the tight grip on your hips kept you from moving. 

The way your legs were spread left you wide open. At least, wide open enough for a wet finger to circle your hole before sinking in. You couldn’t tell who it was opening you up, the others had gone quiet watching the display shortly after they had come in. 

A second finger quickly followed the first, spreading you open with its thickness. The wet noise of the fingers spearing you open joined the soft smack of your lips as you both kissed. You were too wrapped up in Ghost: his hands running up and down your sides, the warmth and wetness of his tongue in your mouth, and the breathy noises he would make when you would pull back from the kiss and bite down softly on his bottom lip. 

What tore your focus was when the finger inside you found your prostate. When the sparks of its pleasure shot through you, your head fell back. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, only to have it taken from you when the fingers would make contact again. 

Ghost followed the collum of your sweaty neck to attach his lips to the sensitive skin. By the time a third finger was joining the other two, you were sure there were a few spots of your neck that now adorned the marks Ghost left with his mouth. 

You whimpered when the three fingers left your hole, leaving you feeling empty. You sat waiting in anticipation for what you knew was next. 

Ghost moved his hands down to the globes of your ass cheeks and spread you open. One of his fingers circled your hole, but pulled away for something bigger to take its place. 

“Ready?” It was Price at your back, the head of his cock kissing your hole. 

You nodded and ducked your head into Ghost’s neck when his cock began pushing in. You were left gasping as he slowly bottomed out. With nowhere to run, you could only dig your nails in Ghost’s sides as your body opened up for Price’s girth. 

Price was an attractive man, you could easily admit, but it wasn’t like you laid awake at night thinking about how he fucks. Not like you did with Ghost. So it wouldn’t really feel right to say you were surprised by how he fucked you. 

You had seen these four men take lives many times, so you were used to seeing their rougher sides. Price fucked like how he commanded his squad: steady and firm. 

His hands started on your hips, keeping them in a firm grip as he pulled out and thrusted back in. By the feel of his fingers on your sides, you guessed it was him that had fingered you open. His cock had an easier job at finding your prostate than his fingers had, and when you let out a loud groan the head of his cock met your prostate, Price angled his thrusts to make sure it was hit on every thrust. 

He grunted behind you each time he fucked his cock inside. His noises grew higher and louder as his hands rose up your body. His fingers were tight on your shoulder, digging into the muscle as his rhythm stuttered and faltered as he approached his edge. 

It was quicker than you expected when his hips stilled on one final thrust inside, the man behind you letting out a loud moan. 

“Fuck,” Price breathed as his orgasm washed over him. He ran his hands slowly down your back before he pulled out slowly. 

“You all brought condoms,” you observed when you craned your neck around to look at them, “did you fucking plan this?”

“Are you complaining?” Gaz asked, stepping up behind you. He wasted no time in pressing inside, right into where Price just was. 

Price who fucking steps up and pats you on the head like you just won a game, “thank you, lad,” he says before leaving. 

You had felt your orgasm steadily approaching as Price was fucking you, but Ghost always stopped it by wrapping a tight hand around the base of your cock before spreading your ass cheeks back open again.

“Please,” you whimpered into his mouth after he pulled you into a kiss, trying to distract you from how your orgasm was quickly approached again as Gaz fucked you. 

Gaz fucked you in quicker motions, faster than Price. The slap of skin-on-skin rang loud through the room, just as loud as your moans. Each time you would let out a noise, Gaz would soon follow after, letting you know just how good your body was making him feel. 

“Come on, Ghost, be a good boyfriend and let him come,” Gaz said to Ghost. He stopped thrusting and waited for his response, inturn, he grinded his hips against your ass. 

You clenched down on his cock, trying to get spur him on again. To your dismay, and aching cock, it didn’t work. Gaz only let out and gasp and squeezed down on your hips hard enough to leave bruises. 

“Fine,” Ghost said. 

This time, when your orgasm approached as Gaz began fucking you again, you could only surrender to its intense pleasure. 

Soap yelling was the first thing you registered as you came back down. You must have blacked out from the intensity, and came to with Ghost holding you, his arms wrapped protectively around you, holding your body to his now shirtless chest. Not that you enjoyed passing out, but if you had to pass out into somebody's chest, you were glad it was the solid expanse of Ghost's chest.  

“You fucking broke him!” Soap yelled. 

“I’m fine,” you slurred out, your voice sounding rough. You squirmed around in Ghost’s arms, trying to get the man to loosen his grip. Your oversensetive cock rubbed against his hard stomach, sending shocks of overstimulation through your body, but you put your hands behind you, where Ghost’s had been through this whole ordeal to spread yourself open.

You could feel and hear the harsh breath Soap lets out as it fans over the back of your neck, “I’m not going to last.”

“That’s okay,” you crane your neck to look at Soap, “please, will you fuck me?” You ask.

Soap does fuck you, but only after ducking his head down to press his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. His tongue presses inside your mouth, swallowing up the noises you make as he bottoms out ever so slowly. 

You fall back onto his chest when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back. He presses wet kisses into the skin of your neck, avoiding the marks Ghost already made. He ignores how the other man glares at him, but you don’t.

“Can I?” You ask softly when you bring your fingers up to his face to where his mask still sits. 

Ghost nods and you run your fingers over his lips before pulling the mask up slowly. You’ve seen his face before, and it’s still as handsome as you remember. His eyes are nearly black, blown wide with lust, and nearly the same color as the mask you just took off. 

Ghost meets you halfway as you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft, like you’re two normal people that are about to end a first date. His lips are tentative, the complete opposite of how they were earlier. 

“Aren’t you two adorable,” Soap says and Ghost is quick to pull back and respond. 

“Fuck off,” he barks. 

You guide his mouth back to yours with your hands, pressing your smile to his lips. You feel your cock twitch, growing hard against the Ghost’s abs. 

Soap tries to reach around to wrap a hand around your hardening cock, but Ghost knocks it away, instead wrapping his hand around it himself. 

To your surprise, he wraps a large hand around the both of your cocks. You let out a noise of protest that quickly becomes a moan of please when Soap pulls out and thrusts back in. “Want you to fuck me,” you whine. 

“Not tonight,” Ghost responds. He presses a kiss to your lips, a smile of his own pressing to yours. 

You pull away from the kiss and press your forhead to his, gasping into his mouth as he strokes the two of your cocks together. When you can feel the sweaty press of Soap’s forhead to the back of your neck, you place a hand on one of the arms still wrapped tightly around you. 

You stay awake this time, drinking in the noises and watching the blissed out expression fall over his face as Ghost comes. His strong chest heaves up and down as comes shoots from his cock to paint your chests. You fight to keep your eyes open and not let them roll back into your head as you go over edge. 

You almost don’t notice when Soap comes, too busy rubbing the mix of your comes into Ghost’s sweaty chest. When his arms unravel from around you, Ghost is there to catch you as you fall forward into his chest. 

“Where’s Gaz?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn. 

“He went to go gloat at Price for how he made you come so hard you passed out,” Soap says pulling the condom off his softening cock. He tosses it in a trashcan in the corner, and stops when he gets to the entryway, “Price said you both have to disinfect this room tomorrow.”

You both ignore him, too wrapped up in each other to care, even if you were both sticky and sweaty and gross.

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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 30

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 27, part 28, part 29

“Thank you for inviting me over, again,” Wayne says as Claudia puts the casserole on the table. “It’s been a while since I’ve eating something other than hospital food.”

“Oh please, it’s no trouble at all,” she assures. “I’ve been asking Dusty to invite you over for weeks now. It never hurts to have a homemade meal. Especially when everything around us is so crazy.”

She has literally been asking Dustin to invite Wayne over for weeks. It gets brought up almost every night at dinner. He would have earlier, but he didn’t want to be an imposition. There was enough going on, Wayne didn’t need to answer all of his mom’s questions. Dustin having to dodge them was already hard enough.

But he knew that she would never stop asking. So finally, to give both him and his mom a break, from being asked and asking respectively, he extended the invitation. Making sure to stress that Wayne did not have to take it. And Dustin would bring the news to his mother and make sure that she never brought it up again.

That is not what happened, though. Wayne had taken a second to think and then thanked Dustin. Said it would be nice to finally meet his mom. And now they were meeting, and it totally wasn’t awkward as Claudia asks about every little thing known to man.

She means well, Dustin knows that. But questions can go from harmless to hurtful in seconds. Wayne’s been through enough heartache the past two months, he didn’t need more.  

“So, I hear that Eddie is doing well in his physical therapy.”

“Uh yeah,” Wayne says. Pushing his food around his plate a bit. “He’s gaining a lot of his strength back. A few more weeks and he might be able to come home.”

It might be less than a few weeks. Eddie’s been recovering a lot faster than the doctor’s initially thought. He’s able to stand, for short periods of time, with just some crutches or a walker. And he’s starting to be able to lift more with his arms. Realistically, he might be able to come home next week.

“Oh, well isn’t that great. I’m sure he will be glad to go home and sleep in his own bed.”

Except Eddie doesn’t have a real bed. Wayne’s been staying in a motel for months now. The upside down splitting his house in two. Ruining almost everything that they had.

“Mom,” Dustin whispers. “We talked about this.”

Dustin sees the optimistic look on his mother’s face fall. Realizing her wording and the faults that lie within it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I just meant that Eddie would be happy to sleep anywhere other than the hospital. That’s all.”

Wayne shakes his head. “I know. And I appreciate the sentiment. I’m sure he will be happy to get out of there.”

Dustin knows that he will. He’s been itching for something different. The neutral walls of the hospital and channels full of soap operas getting boring fast. The constant check-ins. The tests. Everything you would expect from a hospital. But it gets repetitive and annoying after a while. Especially when Eddie claims he doesn’t need half that crap now anyway.

He’s probably lying. Or being stubborn. But Dustin can’t help but agree to some extent. Until the little voice in his heads reminds him of what’s outside the walls of the hospital, and the world Eddie’s going to walk back into.

People have generally calmed down as time went on. The posters with taunts written in bright red ink have started to slow. The vandalism on Eddie’s locker is starting to fade. Less things get thrown at Dustin and the rest of the guys. People are starting to forget the manhunt. Their focus turned on the warming weather and making it through the last month of school.

The only thing that bothers him is the fact that Eddie hasn’t been seen in almost two and a half months. If he’s including the week of spring break. All the press had to right their articles where old pictures from the yearbook and anything they could get from the people who hated him. There’s no telling what the headlines will be once Eddie’s discharged.

As hard as Hopper has tried, Eddie is still branded as a suspect in the eyes of the public. The government is really dragging their feet to clean up their mess this time around. And there is no reliable person to pin this on like last time. The lab in Hawkins hasn’t been active in two years. It was in Nevada or wherever the hell El was while getting her powers back. And the quake can’t explain the string of murders, like the mall fire cover up did.

They’re at the dead end trying to fix this, but Eddie should be in the clear. There’s just that string of doubt that refuses to break in his mind.

“I’ve been seeing a lot of houses put up for sale in the paper,” Claudia continues their conversation. “Have you been looking at any of them?”

“A few. But nothing’s set in stone yet. I’ve been trying to get a place before Eddie gets out, but he might beat me to it.”

A house would definitely help the possible problems swirling around in Dustin’s mind. Eddie would have a place to hide. A bed that might be more comfortable than a motel’s. And a place where he can feel safe. Without the possibility of an eviction for poor company.

“Well, if you need help, I can give you the number of the realtor we used when we moved to town. If she’s still here, that was almost ten years ago. But she got us a great deal on this house, below asking price. With the way people are flooding out of this town, you should be able to get a good deal on one.”

Wayne smiles. “I’d love that, if you could.”

After the dinner, Claudia searches for the old business card of their realtor in the junk drawer. She finds it, somehow, and hands it to Wayne. Who thanks her for the meal and a great evening. Then goes on his way.

Dustin’s beginning to have a spark of an idea. It could work, he just needs to do some convincing.

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[veritas-scribblings]

radiate - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 1,244 [warnings: discussions of religion]

There’s this church in Mayfair. Every Sunday at 11am, Barty goes to the park opposite and sits on the fence and chain smokes as he waits patiently to catch a glimpse. A glimpse is all he needs. It will sustain him, fuel him for the week to come. It will nourish his soul. Save him. Raise him up. Lift him high.

It never takes Barty long at all to spot Regulus. He’d spot him blind in the dark. He knows Regulus from the way Regulus carries himself. From the line of his shoulders, which are always so tense. From the scowl permanently written across Regulus’s face as though the mere existence of the world deeply offends him.

Barty takes a long draw from his cigarette and blows smoke into the air. Regulus always looks like the weight of his thoughts have grown heavier each time he leaves that church. Like someone has laid his all of his sins out before him. Regulus already has a complex relationship with religion (his family is already a fucking cult) and whatever bullshit they’re spewing behind those walls is only further complicating things.

Regulus glances across the road. He knows that Barty waits there each Sunday. Walburga knows too, Regulus says, and makes disparaging comments about “that boy” who sits on the fence and smokes. “A filthy, disgusting habit,” she will say. “Only sinners smoke.”

Regulus’s gaze lingers on Barty for just a moment, and in that moment Barty is sure Regulus can read his thoughts. Meet me, he thinks desperately, the fear and longing a mangled, dark monster within him. Meet me. Come to me. Fuck your church and fuck your God. Let me save you.

Come evening, the rain falls in sheets and the wind is unforgiving. Barty is chilled to the bone, to his very soul, and it isn’t just the wind and the rain that batters against him as he stands on the footpath outside the church. It’s the weight of everything bearing down on him: his fears that he isn’t enough to save Regulus, his fears that he will lose Regulus to his family, that the Blacks will devour Regulus whole and leave only the empty shell of Regulus behind.

When Barty was younger, during his ‘cusp of adolescence’ years, he would sometimes find himself oscillating between ‘it’s probably better not to tempt fate’ and ‘let’s fuck around and find out’. Like he would enjoy nothing more than to climb a ladder to the roof of their school’s building and flip the sky the bird so he could wait and see if Regulus’s God will smite him where he stands.

These days, Barty is just sure there’s no higher power involved in anyone’s lives. It simply would not make any sense. Because if there is, the higher power is a sick and twisted son of a bitch unworthy of anyone’s worship.

“I’d say at this stage that what you’re doing is almost considered harassment,” Barty says. “Give the woman a break, she’s heard it all. Multiple times.”

This is the way Barty sees it: the God that religion wants is a woman, the God that religion has is a man. No further explanations needed.

The church in Mayfair is dimly lit inside. Regulus sits in the pews, his forehead resting on the backs of his hands, which grip the pew in front of him. He’s praying, Barty knows. Or more like, he’s harassing his God with every thought and worry he has in his mind. And Regulus has an endless supply of thoughts and worries…so Barty supposes to some extent that having an invisible counsellor makes some sort of sense.

When Regulus doesn’t look up, Barty says, his voice husky and cracking, “Fuck your God. All the boring sons of bitches go to heaven, anyway. I reckon hell’s where the party’s at. We’ll fuck on our way down, enter hell with a bang.”

This gets Regulus’s attention, as Barty knew it would, because Barty is nothing if not an expert at poking Regulus’s buttons. Regulus has never quite understood how Barty can be so very blazé about things such as who loves whom, and who has sex with whom, and who has knowledge of who loves whom and who has sex with whom. Whereas Barty has never quite understood Regulus’s hang-ups. It’s not so much that love and loving others comes naturally to Barty; it’s just that he’s more of the ‘who gives a flying fuck what others think’ party.

And Regulus has never been able to separate himself from what others might potentially think.

Barty slides onto the bench next to Regulus. “You ran away the other day. Before I could say I—” Barty places his hand on top of Regulus’s, which is cold and gripping the back of the pew tightly, “Reg, I love you,” he says hurriedly.

There’s something missing in the air between them, the way that Regulus would have once said, “I love you, too,” so easily. Before Barty had refused to keep ignoring how things had changed between them and love no longer meant "I want you at my side", but instead, "I want to keep you inside me".

Barty surges forwards and kisses Regulus. It’s a closed-mouth kiss, taking Regulus off-guard so that he is for a moment paralysed with how to respond. They’ve done this before, back when they were fourteen and Barty had wanted to try out kissing and trying it out on Regulus, his forever best friend, had made so much sense to him.

That, back then, had been a chaste kiss. This kiss is anything but. It’s desperate and fierce, messy and intermingled with tears that Barty is sure are Regulus’s. And this kiss is very much one-sided as Regulus doesn’t respond immediately, though he also doesn’t push Barty away. He merely lets himself be kissed, lips parting ever-so-slightly, like he thinks that if he is not an active participant in the interaction that he cannot be faulted for it.

“I love you,” Barty breathes against Regulus’s lips, and Regulus makes a sound that is so broken it chips away at Barty’s heart. Because how can Barty make Regulus understand the enormity of his love for him? How can Barty make Regulus understand that he’s loved him for years in every way it’s possible to love someone?

“Barty,” Regulus breathes out, and in his name Barty hears, I love you, too. And, I need you, too.

Pressing back into the kiss, Barty pulls Regulus so close that Regulus all but crowds into his lap. Finally, Regulus responds and the kiss is no longer one-sided. Warmth pools low into Barty’s belly. He slips his hands under Regulus’s shirt to run over the smooth, warm skin of Regulus’s back. There is barely any space between them, and Barty can feel through Regulus’s movements in his lap that Regulus is quickly unravelling.

Barty slides his hand up Regulus’s neck to tip his head back and deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth. He wants more than he has wanted almost anything else. He wants to watch Regulus come apart. He wants to feel him, hear him, experience him.

He knows that it’s a bad idea to do this in a church, particularly one with a congregation so conservative, but Barty’s never met a bad idea he doesn’t like. And Regulus’s God can come for Barty if they have any qualms about this happening.

They can come for Barty. Or they can try. Because, Barty thinks, he is prepared and they won’t know what hit them.

[jangofettjamz]

Overwhelming

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your were nervous about going to the Scream 6 premiere, but it turned out to be a lot of fun... until it wasn't.

Words: 1993

3rd Person POV

The premiere for scream 6 was but a few hours away. Tensions rose as Y/N tried to prepare himself for the event, despite being an actor he has very secluded and did not enjoy the limelight as much as his fellow peers.

He had been trying to muster up the courage to become more socially involved in his work such as: going to interviews, late night shows, going to dinner with directors etc. Unfortunately, It just seemed for too difficult.

However, this time was different. He was going to try this time; to attend a premiere. He knew this would be no easy feat, the camera flashes alone would overstimulate him into madness but he was determined, scared but determined nonetheless.

His girlfriend and co-star, Jenna Ortega has been helping him to confront his fear of social interaction through love and support. She had studied his language and helped him navigate in a world that didn't understand him.

Y/N has also made a life long friend in Mikey Madison, who also happened to be close with Jenna. Though she never was on the set of scream 6 due to her character dying in the previous film, she remained close with the cast and crew and treated him as an equal.

Y/N, although adamant in his choice to attend the premiere, was still absolutely terrified at the thought of hundreds of people in one space wanting him to sign autographs, take photos and pose on the red carpet. It made him feel ill.

Jenna was his shield from everything. She promised to protect him from the cameras, should he not want his photo taken. She promised to protect him from the hyper fans who have little regard for personal space.

"Alright sweetie, I've got all your stuff in my bag: stim toys, plushie and snacks if you need one. If you need a break or want to leave just tell me, your comfort is my number one priority."

One problem; Jenna didn't pack the headphones and Y/N was too stressed to even remember them aswell. The noise would likely send Y/N spiralling.

"Jenna how many people are gonna be there?"

"Atleast a thousand people honey" she says sadly knowing that this was going to be tough for Y/N.

"We don't have to go you know, we can just chill here for the night." She suggests not really thinking of the consequences that could have on her career.

"Wouldn't you get in trouble?" Y/N asks but imm receives an answer.

"I don't care, as long as your comfortable it's worth it" she states making Y/N feels warm inside, like a scarf wrapping him up in the cold winter but on the inside.

"It'll be fine Jen', we're all ready to go now anyway so there's no point in backing out now." He reassures making her form a toothy smile.

"Besides I know how much this movie means to you and I wanna make you happy aswell." She approached him with loving intent.

She placed a hand on his cheek. "Can i kiss you?" She asked, knowing he doesn't like spontaneous kisses without permission. He nods and she kisses him lovingly which he reciprocates, light pink blush painting his cheeks.

Their private car soon arrived and they made their way to premiere. Y/N was on edge, he wasn't as excited so much as he was nervous.

Jenna held his hand rubbing soothing circles with her thumb and he put his head on her shoulder as she held him tight around his waist for the rest of the car journey.

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The premiere was more packed than usual, containing around 2230 people; far more than they anticipated. The movie drew more hype than Y/N and Jenna thought possible, some just there to see Jenna.

This troubled Y/N, yes he had prepared to undertake an entire crowd but not to this extent. Jenna could sense his fear as if she was some sort of telepath and held his hand tight.

He started to stim by clicking him fingers and tapping him knees, though seemed futile as the feeling of overstimulation didn't seem to falter.

"Y/N/N, do you need your stim toys?" He nodded violently, starting to sweat as the noises from outside became more irritable.

She grabbed a fidget cube for him to play with for as long as he needed until they had to walk onto the red carpet. He slowly leaned back into her shoulder and she held him tightly again, placing feather light kisses on his scalp.

"Remember, we can always leave if you want." She reminded him wanting to make feel as safe as possible.

"I'm gonna be with you the entire time okay, Mikey's gonna be there too and she'll protect you aswell; we both will I promise." He nodded and took deep breaths while Jenna rubbed soothing circles on his back.

He took one final deep breaths before opening the door of the car and out into wilderness of: fans, paparazzi, reporters and fellow actors. He was gonna hate this.

He instantly grabbed a hold of Jenna's hand and she squeezed tightly letting him know that she's there. Fans wanted to Jenna to sign stuff for them, but she made it a point that she's putting his comfort first, much to their dismay.

"Let's go find the others okay, I heard Jack's here aswell and I know how much you two get along." Jack Quaid visited set often in vancouver when he wasn't Filming for The Boys and the two of them clicked because of their shared nerdiness.

Jenna and Y/N made their way up the red carpet and were called for an interview by Vanity Fair. Y/N considered his options, he could either do this interview with Jenna by his side and be extremely uncomfortable or walk away and still be extremely uncomfortable. The choices were negligible so he figured he'd do the interview.

They walked hand in hand over to the interviewer for Vanity Fair. "Well hello you two, how are feeling about tonight's premiere." She started

Jenna was the first to respond. "I'm so excited, I can't wait for everyone to see this film we worked so hard on it and I think fans are gonna be very satisfied with what we've created." She says smiling.

"Y/N L/N so lovely to see you at the premiere, how was filming with veteran talent like Courtney Cox and Hayden Panettiere?"

He answers "They're very lovely people and easy to work with too. This film project is probably my favourite one I've done thus far." The interviewer asked more questions before promptly ending the interview.

"It was very lovely speaking to you two, congratulations on the movie." Jenna looks at Y/N with a proud look on her face which made Y/N's heart do cartwheels.

She cups his face making eye contact with him. "You did so well Y/N, I'm so proud of you for getting through that interview. You should be proud of yourself too."

Y/N kisses her on the cheek thankful for her words of encouragement, he felt elated on this new found confidence, he wanted to do more and that's exactly what he did.

"Y/N/N!!!" He heard and he saw Mikey and immediately tackled her into a hug. She had become a very good friend to him.

"I'm so glad you came, you having fun?" She asked and he was indeed having a good time.

"Yeah you know what, I think I am having fun." He said with a wide grin.

Everything went great, he did more interviews, conversed with his co-stars and even took a few pictures with fans. He was having a good time... until he wasn't.

The next interview he did was with Fox News and they did not hold back on their questions. He and Jenna both went up to talk with them.

"Hello Miss Ortega and Mr L/N, how's you're evening?" she starts "It's going great, we're having a wonderful night" Y/N answers with tremendous enthusiasm, which will be snuffed out soon.

"Y/N is it true you have spaz attacks when people are screaming on set?" He was confused, Jenna was pissed.

"I'm sorry?" He says politely but still confused. "We heard that you have spaz attacks on set, it would be really unprofessional if you did you know." Now he was annoyed "spaz attacks" who does she think she is?

"I don't have meltdowns on set, or "spaz attacks" as you call them when people scream on set. The screaming is on script so why would I complain? Has anyone ever told you you're extremely unprofessional and terrible at your job?" He says, his voiced laced with venom.

Jenna snickered, she was proud of him for taking a stand for himself, plus she thought is was hot. But that confidence soon faded.

The interviewer says under her breath "Yeah well atleast I'm not a retarded spaz like you" just low enough for the camera's not to pick up but Y/N and Jenna heard it well. Jenna was PISSED.

Suddenly Y/N felt his confidence diminish, the voices around him became louder, the camera flashes became more irritable, creating spots in his vision. He could practically hear all the clicks and cracks coming from each of the cameras as they snap photos.

The colors around him became more and more irritable to look at; too bright so he clamped his eyes shut. The voices and music hammered his ears drums, he held his hands to his ears and started to hyperventilate, thoat closing up in the process. He was having a meltdown.

Jenna saw this and instantly whisked him away from the crowd and into the theatre, they found a quiet corner and begun their techniques. She searched through her bags only to find that his headphones weren't there, he started to panic.

He babbled uncontrollably, he needed his headphones to block the noise. She pulled out her headphones that she carried with her 24/7 and moved his hands and put them over his head; noise cancelling too so that helped.

Once she put her headphones on his head she began to speak. "Honey, can I hold you?" She says, her voice quiet and muffled due to the headphones but he nodded nonetheless.

"We're gonna rock okay?" She says and he nods they begin to sway side to side. His head was in her chest and her head on the top of his, she was his safe space and he was so thankful.

After a few minutes he took the headphones off, but was still feeling non-verbal. Jenna continued her rocking as she began to speak.

"What she said was bullshit, you know that don't you?" He shrugged in response. "Sweetie, you're not a spaz or retarded or whatever horrible words she called you, she's just a bitch and she will be dealt with, believe me."

He nodded against her chest. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, buddy. I hope you didn't regret coming here." He shook his head, he didn't regret it and he had fun.

She pulled something out of her bag. "Here, I've got your ghostface plush. You wanna take him with you while we watch the film?" He nodded and they made their way into the screening.

They sat down and Y/N put his head on her shoulder as she stroked his hair to keep him regulated, keeping a vice grip around his body as they watched their new movie.

In moments like these he felt safest, like no could hurt him as his girlfriend shields him from all the bad things in the world. It felt like home. She felt like home.

Despite everything that just happened, he was very happy.

[fancyfeathers]

Can I request a yandere Ranpo with a fem darling that works at her family's bakery and they decorative a cake or smth? (It's a date)

I see them meeting each other when the ada was still relatively new. The bakery was like a 5 min walk away. They just happened to get closer over time. For example (darling wanted him to try new items cuz she knew he was gonna be honest with her)

May it also be on the more fluffier side of things?

Make sure to take care of yourself bestie (◔‿◔)

Sugarcoated

(Yandere Ranpo X reader)

“Oh (Name)! Hello?” From your spot in the kitchen you hear the front door of the shop open and close. It was past closing so that meant it was only one person, Ranpo. 

“In the back!” You shouted back as you made your way to the fridge to pick up the sheets of cake you had made earlier for tonight. Just as you set them on the counter you felt two arms wrap around you from behind. You giggled as you felt the detective burry his face in your neck, right where your neck and jawbone meet and planted little kisses all over it. “Hey! Knock that off, it tickles!” 

After a few more he finally stopped, giving you a chance to spin around and give him a peck on the cheek. Ah yes, Ranpo, the detective you hand been dating for the last year or so. You met on his practically daily visits to the bakery either before work, for lunch, or after, sometimes if may be two or more. He definitely wasn’t the most humble to say the least, often bragging about his ability (which you questioned if he even had) but he was always sweet to you. Which leads you to your current situation, spending your one year anniversary in your family’s bakery. Your parents had let you close up early and by yourself so you and Ranpo could have the place to yourselves.

You had planned this, with a few suggestions from him, cake decorating. This in reality was mostly your frosting the cake while he put sprinkles or whatever else on top along with eating the leftover frosting with a spoon while you leaned up a bit. So now while you’re sitting in relative silence, his head resting on your shoulder in the break room of the bakery, waiting for the now decorated cake to chill in the fridge while you scrolled the news, you saw something that caught your eye. “Hey Ranpo, you should see this.”

You passed him the phone that was pulled up to a news reporter of a mysterious bomb threat to be at a local park not to far from here or the agency. With everything that was happening in Yokohama lately it felt dangerous to even step outside, but ag least to some extent you felt safe with Ranpo. You watched as he read the article. With not a word he turned the phone off and set it on the table, you both sat in silence for a long moment before he spoke up, his voice not the happy home it usually is around you. “I want you to move in with me, (Name).”

“What?” This felt so sudden and almost off topic, it took you by surprise. “Why are you asking me this now? I just showed up you that story-”

“That’s exactly why.” He cut you off, sliding one of his hands down to hold one of your own. “It’s becoming more dangerous everyday, I want to make sure you’re somewhere safe even when I’m not here. Please, (Name).”

“I’ll think about it, I mean this just feels so sudden.” You said, slightly unsure of your boyfriend’s suggestion.

“Please, for me?”

“Well… I’m-“ before you could finish responding Ranpo’s phone rang. You let him answer and you could vaguely hear his coworker’s voice on the line, Kunikida you think. You could make out to words bomb, threat, and park. You guessed this was about the article you had shown him. When ypthe ended you smiled and changed the topic, hoping he wouldn’t change it back after that. “Seems like Detective Ranpo is on the case, hm?”

“Right you are, love!” He said with a wide smile, seemingly coming out of nowhere, but that’s just Ranpo. He stood up and bent over to give you a quick kiss. “I’ll be back soon, don’t eat the cake without me.”

You watched as he put his hat back on and made his way towards the door, stopping before it opened. “Hey, (Name)?”

“Hm?”

“Everything I'm doing is to keep you safe, please know that.” He said glancing over at you. “Just think about it, moving in with me.”

Before you could respond you saw him leave, the door clicking shut behind him and you heard the sound of the main door being opened and closed with the sound of the bell. You fingers unconsciously reached up to your lips, still sugary sweet from Ranpo’s kisses, sugarcoated like the words he told to keep you near him…

…just as overly sweet…

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[homicidal-slvt]

"Happy New Year!!!"

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MDNI

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Kurt Wagner x GN!Reader

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Warnings: Pure Fluff, Possibly OOC

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The party was fun to an extent- you enjoyed being around the others but... It got to be too much as usual, the loud music and varying conversations was overwhelming, making it feel like your lungs were caving in and your ears were going to explode.

There was one mutant who realized your discomfort almost immediately, his yellow eyes catching sight of you off in the corner of the room.

In a disorienting 'poof' you had been grasped gently by two blue three-fingered hands and teleported outside.

The sounds coming from inside were in the background now, the crisp fresh air filling your lungs and the less intense atmosphere helping you wind down into a feeling of relief, Kurt politely moving out of your personal space now.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah... Just- not really good at loud environments, y'know?"

A few heartbeats pass in the silence, not much conversation needed. It's New Year's Eve... A time to be celebrated. Part of you expected Kurt to head back inside to the others but instead he stayed out here with you, he seems content to just watch the stars.

"You... Don't have to stay out here with me."

"I want to."

A shiver passes through your body from the cold winter breeze, there's a slight shuffling and he wordlessly drapes his jacket over your shoulders, you didn't know quite how to react to the gesture- to the way he looks at you with such fondness. It's always so easy with Kurt, his feelings seem clear as day whenever your eyes meet his.

His jacket is so warm and his scent lingers on the plush fabric, you tug it close to yourself to break off the wind that chills you to the bone.

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me. Isn't it tradition to kiss someone at midnight?"

The question caught you off guard until you realized that everyone was counting down now, able to vaguely hear their voices in the house from outside.

His eyes never leave you as you simply give a small nod, his hand resting against your cheek while his tail sways blissfully.

"May I?"

You don't need any convincing- there's no one you'd rather kiss than the gentle blue mutant, one with a heart of absolute gold. It was no secret you two had been pining after one another, yet neither of you ever truly made a move.

"Yes."

His lips meet yours just as the words 'One!!!! Happy New Year!!!!' ring out in the background, warm and tender just as you expected it to be, his tail loosely draping itself around your waist which earns a giggle from you.

The kiss is broken and his tail continues to brush up against you lightly, the brightest smile possible on his face- sharp teeth in clear view.

"That was the perfect way to start a new year... I like this tradition."

"I think I like it too."

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{I need to write more for Kurt he's so <3}

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Can you write platonic gladers x child reader (8 - 10), like when their in the scorch trials

AHHH I've been thinking about writing a platonic fic for so long but I wasn’t sure if anyone would read!!!! This request is so good thank you so much

The Heart

Gladers x child! gender neutral! reader (platonic)

Set during scorch trials (movieverse)

Notes: I decided to format this as headcanons to make it easier. Where Teresa is 'The Traitor', Newt is 'The Glue', etc, reader is tattooed with 'The Heart'. This isn't really in the story, just a note for the title and a general headcanon

Warnings: everything that happened in the movie, i.e. violence, Cranks, Winston shooting himself, and one instance of bad language cause apparently I don't have other vocab

Aris

You meet Aris when you've all escaped from WCKD

He's a nice guy

When you're gathering supplies in that abandoned building he picks out a bunch of little sweaters for you

Idk I get a sweater vibe from him

You wear the sweaters when it's night time in the Scorch, and freezing cold

In the days when it's too hot to wear them Aris carries them in his backpack for you

But that's really the extent of your interactions

You've just had more time to build up trust with the people of your own Glade, so it's easier with them, but you're still chill with Aris

Winston

You didn't really know Winston back in the Glade

But it still hurts when the Cranks get him

He shields you away, not letting you see his wound when he shows the others

The Gladers help him do the same, hiding you from him when he starts looking worse

It's like there's some silent pact between everyone to protect you from seeing as many bad things

Your age seems to make them want to preserve your innocence, or something

Anyway, he always looks after you, until the end

RIP Winston :(

Frypan

He always had a soft spot for you back in the Glade

(everyone did)

That kindness doesn't stop when you're out in the Scorch

He always makes sure you've eaten, and he even offers you some of his food, even though he probably needs more than you

Frypan does his best to keep the mood light for you, cracking little jokes and pulling faces to make you smile

Teresa

For Teresa, you're actually a reminder of what the world was like

Look, we all know Teresa betrayed the group, and that was really shitty

But we can get her motivations sometimes

She looks at you and sees the people she should be saving, the people she wants to protect

You're actually a symbol of hope in her mind

She wants to make a cure so that people like you can live in a world without the Flare

Of course, you would rather she just not betray all your friends, but that's just how her mind works

For you, she's kinda like an older sister... or a mother (lol)

You always sleep beside her at night, and she'll hold your hand while sleeping so you don't have nightmares

Thomas

Thomas is actually kind of a role model to you

You admire his relentless no-one-left-behind mindset, and his bravery

He doesn't really have time to look after you like the others, but you always fuel his spirit with your unfailing optimism

He makes the most time with you at the end of the day, when you're resting

He comforts you when you're scared at night, staying awake to talk to you about simple things, or to tell you a story to take your mind off your fears

You cuddle up to sleep between him and Teresa, giving both of them some calm and peace, since you can tell his mind is always moving a million miles a minute

He's kinda like Teresa with you, actually

They both look at you as a hopeful future, something they have to work towards to protect you

But the difference is that Thomas works to get you and the rest of the group to a safe place, while Teresa... you know, gives you all up

Newt

You trigger some strange memories in Newt

He doesn't really remember, but he had a sister before

You remind him of what it's like to be an older brother

He protects you like his own sibling, making sure you get your sweaters from Aris' bag when it gets cold

He also defends you first when you end up at Jorge's warehouse

When the guard people are closing in on you, he shoves you behind him and threatens to kill anyone who touches you

Obviously they have guns and are stronger than the lot of you, so all you end up getting strung up by your feet

But hey, he tried his best, and it was all fine in the end

Minho

Minho is your favourite

(you're his favourite too)

He's snarky and to-the-point with everyone else, but he's always soft with you

Back in the Glade he'd always let you sit in the Runners' hut and chill out, just drawing pictures or messing around with sticks from the Map

Some days when it gets late, you get tired from walking and Minho will give you a piggyback ride

Usually you'll fall asleep on Minho's back like that, and he'll have to gently put you down, trying not to wake you

Minho's actually always carrying you

Like, in the hard situations - it becomes a regular thing

Some bad shit going down? Get on my back

He's carrying you when you're running in to the warehouse, and you almost get struck by lightning with him

Back when you were escaping the Maze, he was carrying you there too

Hope you enjoyed these :)))

Thank you for reading, and requests are open as always ❤

[hyukalyptus]

thinking about yeonjun tapping ur clit with his dick until you cum. right as u start to cum tho, he shoves his cock inside you and fucks you thru it :)

Hp, I am a huge fan of yours and as your reader, I wanna scream more about this post of yours. That's why I wanna just scream about every phrase that had me obsessively malfunctioning.

Note — I am splitting those sentence where I want to scream about and yap a little ( i am just yapping, at your thought please im scared I never have sent such a long ask ever before ), and then yap down it. If that makes you uncomfortable, PLEASE, ignore my ask ( if you ignore or reply to this, I'll get to know you more in a way and I can interact better ). Cause I'm a little scared and Uh, I read your guidelines like thrice now, but still scared. That's why.

"thinking about yeonjun tapping ur clit with his dick.."

Yeonjun who has taken an oath to torment you with his dick tonight, restricting your squirms and struggles just verbally with his command that subjects you to obey. Like, obey seriously. Spreading your legs, he can't help but adore your cunt which is tearing up with slick leaking out, almost begging him to fill it with his dick as the contractions of your cute pussy around nothing but air earn you a chuckle, "want my dick already baby?" He shoots you a teasing yet humiliating look through his eyes and his face, decorated with a sinister smirk. Not even fraction of seconds pass as he raises his eyebrows in mischief as his hands work on revealing his raging cock, you nod to him in sheer desperation with doe eyes which always seemed to work on him, but did he just unnotice your need? Yes, he did. "No baby, not so soon," Yeonjun tsks at your state as he lets his length rest on you clit, barely even moving but your exposed clit which just chilled to cold atmosphere is warmed by his cock and does it not make you whine, you are now extremely longing for his cock. Your reaction is fascinating, Yeonjun couldn't capture that well. He needs to see that again. And so an exhilarating idea pops in his filthy head and in no time, his fingers drape around his girth and he's moving it again, sluggishly tapping at your clit, you're moaning at the teasing pleasure which has your cunt weeping but enjoyed such exciting delight that rushed through you when his cock head kissed your clit.

"..until you cum."

His cock head is not supposed to weaken your rested body, it isn't just tapping but knocking at so many cells in your body which wail at slightest stimulation, every tap having you quiver under him as he wishes to absorb your every reaction, shuddering at every second his dick taps your clit. small and broken moans of both pleasure and plea exit your mouth, as if they are actually helping you beg to him, but it is not working when you chant so many of 'Please fuck me already's and he's just ignoring them. "But I wanna see what trying this can do to you, baby. Let me." You wish to have said he is actually asking but no, he is stating that he will, and that you will have to let him. The summary of his 'trying this' is exactly tapping at your clit to an extent on what would you do, he's examining and enjoying your pathetic state of begging and moaning, it's completely so sexy to see you like that. You can't even tell when those little twists and turns that actually drive you nuts when his cock taps at your clit have turned into some knots more insane, blurring your vision as the butterflies ( which were not supposed to erupt but they do, for him ) along with those fucking knots in your tummy so lecherously do they add to the delight which is so tormenting you when Yeonjun's relentlessly playing with his cock and your clit, sometimes even pressing it for short little while, your clenching cunt and your gripping fists on your sheets contract more and more at that you turn your head to the side, oh no. This is fucking sexy. So his pace of continually tapping at your clit with his cock is quicker, more like trying to extract something. "What are you gonna do? Cum? Cry? Just fucking do everything, so sexy baby." What could you do at that? You are growing close, the realization when his lewd taps effectively pecking at your clit, you know it's not gonna set any peace to your insides and the firework-like knots in your tummy snap and all you see are those electric bolts in dark as you shut your eyes and you feel it, you're spasming around not his cock or anything, it's your clit so oversensitive making you witness an overwhelming pleasure.

"right as you start to cum tho, he shoves his cock inside you and fucks you thru it :)"

You have no serious buisness to be so alluring, Yeonjun is bewitched with your little shivers, whimpers and your little squirms which show no signs of letting him stop, instead they only seem to be encouraging him to continue. His eyes work at rocket speed as they follow your every moment, sweating and reddening at the little thing he is doing to you. Is that even a justice to say it's little when you are whining louder and you keep on repeating that you're close? And just as you arch your back and clench around nothing as you cum, a thick length uh, sheathes- no. SHOVES inside your already tight cunt which is clenching. Oh no. Too tight, his cock might break at this point. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he enters in your cumming pussy, which shows no signals of stopping that squeeze which could dangerously have him cum right then and there. Your cock, didn't fuck but already has you screaming. Poor pussy of your is too overstimulated to even relax; his cock widening your hole. He is not supposed to move but he does, with his drained composure at the tight hold of your pussy around his cock. The pleasure getting only overwhelming as his plump lips part and he's so salaciously moaning at every thrust he delivers in you with your coarse whimpers, following those tears cascading down. His slow thrusts, quicken their pace and force their way in, more. Admit or not, this fucking hot man best not stop, your legs bring him closer as they tangle around his waist, helping him move deeper inside. Yeonjun's thrusting as he knows all the load in him is accumulating at his cockhead, ready to snap at any moment and shower your insides with his cum. But you know, he's fucking as he readies another overwhelming knot in your tummy ready to snap and have you, god knows, how you're even havibg strength to cum again, that too around his cock completely stuffing your cunt at every passing interval. "Baby, I'm c-close, will cum anytime soon." Yeonjun could barely say that without breathing in between, and you're nodding to him so Dumbly, "Please cum in me." Is all what needed and his grip on your thoughts brought your cunt closer to him and your legs pulled him in, so forcefully that neither of you part from the cock-cunt connection as you cum around him once again with your tight shut eyes. His head is thrown back, he lets out a long whine getting coarse so fucking filthily.

"Oh, that was so fucking hot, baby."

Uh, hp... if you have come till here, I'm so sorry you had to listen to me Yap so much about this but your thought did so much to me today taht I had to get this out. Please, I'm sorry. Ignore my long ask if it makes you uncomfortable.

God this is long. PLEASE I JEVER SEND SUCH LONG ASKS HELP WHAT--- IM SO SORRY

hi matcha~ sorry it's taken me a bit to get back to you. i know we've talked to over the past couple days, but regardless, im now getting to ur initial ask!

never apologize for sending long messages. they make me soso happy to get!

and honestly the fact that you thought about that much just from a couple dumb sentences i wrote one night makes me soso happy <3

but honestly i don't have anything to add!! LOVED the "please cum in me..." that is dreamy.

sorry i don't have a ton to add--- everyone just read matcha anon's wonderful thought!!

[dualityvn]

If it isn't too much could we get a little story about the boys being jealous from Mc bumping into their ex (Mc ex that is)

All His (GN!MC x Keith)

You and Keith are walking home hand in hand. You stopped by his workplace after running an errand around the time his shift would end. And now you get to return together.

The weather is nice, which makes the walk pleasant. And you get to listen to Keith telling you about his day. Apparently, he got a fun order today.

As he's about to tell you which flowers he picked for the center of the arrangement, you notice someone familiar walking towards you from the opposite direction. You try not to visibly cringe at the realization. You want to think of an attempt to go unrecognized, but it's already too late. He saw you.

"Y/N! It's been so long!" your ex says as he stops in front of you, forcing you and Keith to a stop as well.

"Oh, hi," you say a bit awkwardly.

"You haven't been answering my texts."

Oh no. He'd always been the insistent type. Part of you had hoped he'd notice you're holding hands with someone, take a hint and go on his way.

"Excuse me," Keith cuts in before you can respond, probably having noticed that you're not very happy to see this person. "I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Right. This is Keith, my boyfriend. Keith, this is Andy, my ex." The word "ex" comes out as if it's painful to pronounce.

Neither of them seem to take the information well. Andy's eyes go wide, while Keith's features subtly harden.

"Oh, you got a boyfriend." There's a poor attempt at sounding casual and not at all disappointed. It fails miserably at convincing Keith.

"They did."

Keith slips an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Now that you know this, perhaps you'll stop texting them."

The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. The normally timid and sweet florist is doing a pretty good job at intimidating the other guy.

"Chill, man. I wasn't trying-"

"You weren't? Then what business do you have texting them multiple times?"

Keith regular soft and gentle features are now held in a stern gaze that could make the sea freeze over. Andy doesn't enjoy it much. He holds his hands up.

"If you're gonna be like this, I'll go. It was nice seeing you, Y/N."

Keith doesn't take his eyes off him as he walks around you two and goes on his way. You feel like you can breathe again now that he's gone.

The rest of the walk isn't as pleasant as it started. Keith doesn't continue his story about flowers. His grip on your hand is a little tighter, though not enough to hurt you or feel uncomfortable. His features have softened, too, but a small frown remains as he stares at his own feet.

"Has he been bothering you for long?" he asks, just as the two of you reach the door to the apartment complex.

"Huh? Oh, he sent a few messages a few weeks ago, but I ignored him."

"Why didn't you tell him you're seeing someone?"

"I didn't really want to talk to him. I just hoped he'd give up. If he didn't, I would've just blocked him."

Keith doesn't say anything else as you two make your way to your apartment. Once inside,  you both busy yourselves with different tasks. You know by now that it's better to leave Keith alone for some time when he is angry, even if not with you.

Half an hour later, you notice he is still quieter than normal, so you join him in the kitchen, where he's started making dinner.

"Are you still upset?" you ask.

"What? I'm not upset." He looks at you with mild offense.

"Yes, you are. You still have your jealous face on."

"I- I have a jealous face?"

The fact that he can stutter and sound surprised means he's at least calmed down to a great extent.

You laugh. "Keith, you're the only one for me. Andy is just some idiot that I couldn't care less about."

He sets down a spoon as you walk up to him and place a hand on his cheek. The frown on his face relaxes and a tiny smile replaces it. Only to return a moment later. 

"I don't like how he talks to you, like he still has a chance."

"He doesn't."

You pull him in for a kiss. As soon as he notices what you're trying to do, his slips his arms around your back and attacks your mouth with his. Most of his kisses are gentle, but this one is desperate and possessive, like an angry cry towards anyone and anything that might want to take you from him.

He presses his forehead to yours when you break away from the kiss. Greed glistens in those blue eyes.

"Will you block him? And tell me if you run into him again."

"Alright, I will. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

He kisses you again, softer this time and lingers there for a moment before speaking. "I'll never get tired of hearing that." More kisses trail down your neck.

"Hey. Weren't we going to make dinner?" you remind him.

The attack on your neck stops, followed by a small sigh. "I suppose we shouldn't skip a meal. Alright, let's do that first. But afterward..."

You give him a sly smile in response to his unvoiced question. It satisfies him, because he turns back to the counter.

[fel0ny-01]

Anyway, continuing from my month hiatus I am here to give you: 141’s phobias!

Soap - Fear of Needles

John MacTavish, the almighty sergeant from the highly regarded task force 141. The youngest candidate to ever pass SAS selection, the man who disarms bombs for a living, who’s been stabbed more times than he can count on both of his hands, who is unafraid to stand in the face of death and spit on his boot, is afraid of needles. Now, there’s nothing wrong with being afraid of needles, it’s a common fear, yes? A lot of people have it. But not to the extent that Soap has it.

Trips to medical are a nightmare, if someone even mentions the possibility of blood work or iv’s, his heart rate doubles and he’s thrashing and trying to get out of there. Not even Ghost can calm him down.

He usually has to be sedated (which is the worst part because you need to make sure 1. That he doesn’t notice, and 2. the needle doesn’t snap with the force that he’s using to try and get away) to even think about getting a needle in any part of his body. And even then he’s fighting to get away. He will literally do anything to run, even when they have the hardest grip on his arm, he’d rather it rip off or dislocate than get a needle in his arm.

Due to this fear, he only goes to medical if he’s forced, threatened with discharge or unconscious. Stitches are also a nightmare as-well, he would rather bleed out than get a needle pushed through his skin with thread.

Price - Fear of being alone

Price’s fear is usually something he tries to conceal from the others. The other 3 share their experiences openly, (well almost openly, it had to take a bit of opening up from Ghost) but eventually they were all able to make adjustments for each other.

And Price insisted that he didn’t have anything that would interfere with their line of work, but this one interferes the most. Each and every mission they take, Price is full of anxiety and is always tense because at any moment could he lose each and every one of his boys.

Only when they get back to base safe does he ever actually relax, all the anxiety seeps from his body because his boys are okay, Kate is okay.

He eliminates every single one of the things that may endanger the ones he loves, even if it means breaking a few rules to get there.

On the worst days, he can’t sleep on his own so he usually sleeps on the floor beside Gaz, until the sergeant forces him into bed so that he can properly rest. He has a little clue of what’s going on, but he doesn’t want to pry about it until Price feels okay to open up about his fear.

Ghost - Fear of mirrors

Something about looking in a mirror or any reflection sends chills down Ghost’s spine. It sends his body into fight or flight whilst he desperately tries to figure out a way to tear his eyes away from the one thing that he’s afraid of.

A lot of people are scared of mirrors due to the fact that there could be something spiritual, or that there is another world behind a mirror, and that concept is terrifying.

But ghost is afraid of what’s in the mirror, what looks back at him every time he comes in contact with one, himself.

He didn’t get similar symptoms to Johnny, its more of a deer in headlights, his palms sweating and his heart racing, his reflection unmoving just like he was; not daring to make eye contact with the demon in the mirror, but now he’s decided to wear his mask, it’s much easier to pass by a mirror or even look into it, because he doesn’t see Simon Riley, he sees Ghost.

He’s working on it though, he promises.

Gaz - Fear of heights

Now Kyle didn’t have any fears prior to the helicopter incident. He just got on with things and made sure to dive headfirst into whatever he possibly could.

But after dangling out of a helicopter above a moving road with lots of cars with armed soldiers In them, it can do stuff to a guy.

Anytime he looks down from cliffs or even standing on top of a table to change one of the lightbulbs, nausea overcomes him and he starts to become dizzy, his head reeling as his entire body telling him he needs to throw up. More often than not, he passes out.

It wasn’t nice for anyone having to catch an unconscious sergeant from the top of a table after he threw his guts up onto the floor.

Usually he can switch off and just get on with zip lining but now he can’t do it without feeling like his insides are turning inside out, but nobody blames him.

[violetjedisylveon]

Birthday Celebration

Little Star chapter 10

Summary: it's Chao-Xing's first birthday! The entire mountain celebrates in Shuilian Cave. Featuring a cameo from 4 yo MK and his parents. And a secret third character

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: pretty chill chapter honestly, until the end, then there's some death stuff and implications of unsavory behavior

A/N: MK is in this chapter, but he is described with feminine pronouns and the name Yawen because he is trans in all my aus. He's not figured it out yet.

Cracked Family AU Masterpost

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“Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to offend a goddess on our daughter's first birthday!”

“It's not that big of a deal, Mihou, Nuwa doesn't expect anything from me. She doesn't deserve it either.”

Liu'er clenched his fists at the extent of his mate's ability to hold a grudge. He silently prayed their daughter didn't take after him with that.

“Put your problems aside and pray for your daughter’s sake.” he gestured towards Chao-Xing sitting next to him.

“Bà! Hi!” She waved happily.

“Chao-Xing, do you want Papa to sit?” Liu'er asked his daughter.

She nodded eagerly with a delighted squeak. He looked at Wukong, watching his mate fold to the power of their adorable daughter.

“Do it for her, peaches.” He said.

Wukong let out a loud, exasperated groan, he trudged over to their ancestral shrine. It was a very small shrine, they only had three parents between them, and only one of them was dead.

“It won't kill you to be polite.” He teased.

“I actually think it will.” Wukong shot back.

“So that's how you kill Sun Wukong. I'll keep it in mind.” He snickered.

Liu'er closed his eyes and let his hands rest on his thighs to pray. He heard his sunshine’s tail twitch in agitation. He didn't even need to look to know Chao-Xing had heard it too, he knew the little cub was waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“She's going to attack your tail if you don't stop that.” He whispered.

“Shouldn't she be praying too?” His mate muttered.

“Wukong, she's one year old and knows three words.” Liu'er flicked him gently.

“Hey- ow!” Wukong's retort was cut off by their cub pouncing on his tail.

Liu'er opened his eyes to watch his daughter play her favorite game. Chao-Xing viciously attacked her baba’s tail, clawing and biting with an unrelenting fury. Of course, she couldn't do any real damage, she was still far too small for that, but that sure as hell didn't stop her from trying.

“Alright fluff ball, enough of that.” Liu'er plucked his daughter off his mate's tail.

She gave him her cute pouty face, he tapped her nose lightly, her eyes crossed as she watched his finger.

“You can do it later.” He promised 

“Hey!”

“It's not my fault she likes to chew your tail more than mine.” He defended himself.

“Let's just get this over with.” Wukong sighed in defeat.

They finished up what should have been a much quicker prayer, but a certain rambunctious cub made it take a bit longer.

Liu'er scooped his daughter into his arms, she giggled happily when he tossed her gently.

“You are such an adorable distraction, yes you are.” He cooed.

She cooed back. He flipped the hood of her tiger sweater over her head, grinning at her giggle as she pushed it back out of her face.

“She likes that more than the boots.” Wukong commented with a chuckle.

Their daughter chirped insistently at them. She made her little “hungry” motion, tapping her stomach while looking directly at him.

“Looks like someone wants breakfast.” Wukong cooed, kissing the top of her head.

“Want some lychees?” He asked.

Chao-Xing nodded eagerly, Liu'er let his mate whisk their cub away from him off to the kitchen for her favorite fruit. He watched them go with a smile on his face.

Whoever let us have this, thank you.

“Bà!” Chao-Xing chirped for him.

“Coming!” He followed them into the kitchen.

He entered the kitchen to see his mate trying to cut up some lychees and kiwis while keeping their daughter contained with his tail. She was trying to sneak over to the fruit bowl, she looked at him hopefully once she heard him.

“Did you call your Baba on me?” Wukong gasped, holding his hand over his heart like she'd insulted his mother.

The cheeky little cub grinned at her father then wriggled free of his grip. She scampered across the floor, hiding behind his leg. He scooped her up with his tail around her waist.

“I'm not going to help you, your Papa is getting breakfast ready. Wait a little bit Lychee.” He told her.

The year old cub scowled at him, unhappily resigned to doing her time in air jail while Wukong finished cutting up her fruit. He released the little cub from her time out once his mate had set the bowl of fruit on the table for her. Chao-Xing eagerly shoved her little face full of fruit.

“She looks like you when you want peaches.” He commented.

“I don't look like that!” Wukong squeaked.

“Yes you do, peaches~” he teased.

Wukong covered his blushing face, Liu'er tried to hide his laughter. He didn't do a very good job.

“You're mean today, Mango.” Wukong complained.

“Pointing out the obvious isn't mean, Wukong.” he said.

“Bà!” His daughter chirped.

She was pointing to the living room where Ma was standing.

How did she-?

“How long have-”

“Long enough. You do know the whole mountain has been waiting for you all morning, right?” The albino monkey prompted.

“The whole mountain?” Liu'er 

“Yeah, pretty sure everyone is here.” Ma nodded.

“Can they all fit in the cave?” Wukong asked 

“The cave used to have a massive stone palace in it, we fit many more in there before it was destroyed. One thousand will fit just fine.” She said.

“Oh, right.” His mate mumbled.

Ma snagged a mangosteen from the counter. Liu'er cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I didn't think everyone would be so excited.” He said.

“You say that like you don't call yourselves grandpa Sun and Liu'er.” Ma popped a piece of fruit into her mouth.

“Of course, everyone is excited that your kid is having her first birthday.” She said.

“And it means we're one year closer to someone else being in charge around here.” She added with a snicker.

“Isn't that right, bǎo bèi?” she asked Chao-Xing.

The little girl chirped happily, reaching her sticky hands out to her aunt. Ma picked their cub up, tapping her nose lightly.

“Yes, you are going to be a great queen one day.” She said sweetly.

“Whoa, hold your horses, Ma, she's got a long way to go before that happens.” Wukong said, grabbing their daughter out of his sister's hands.

“Alright, I'll put my plots on hold.” Ma flicked his mate's nose with her tail.

“Now c'mon, we've got a thousand monkeys waiting to celebrate this little one's birthday.” She said.

The moment they stepped out of the house, a quiet chorus of cheers and congratulations came from the crowd. Chao-Xing squeaked, happily clapping her hands. Liu'er glanced down at his daughter.

“You're going to cause so much trouble today, aren't you?”

The cheeky cub gave him a big smile.

XXX 

“Shí Hóu, the cubs are getting awfully close to the food.” Liu warned.

The stone brain barely acknowledged her comment. In fairness to him, he was busy answering questions of their visitors.

Of the one hundred immortal demon monkeys who lead troops off of Flower Fruit Mountain, twenty had made the journey to visit, the other eighty had sent messages and well wishes to their king's daughter.

“They're going to knock it over.” Mochou sighed.

“I have a back up.” Liu told her daughter.

“We're going to need it.” Liang said.

The cubs were playing a very active game of tag or hide and seek, they were running all over Shuilian Cave, including right by where the food was cooking.

Lots of fruit and meat were being slowly roasted over a big very fire pit that she and all the other elders were staying far away from, several large bowls of soup were bubbling away, and they had seafood cooking on a separate fire pit for the sake of those who couldn't stand the taste of it. That was all most of them needed or wanted.

The majority of the troop didn't share their kings, or her, fondness for the more human foods they made. It was definitely an acquired taste. The most they would indulge in it was the occasional holiday or festival treat.

They grew enough of the human crops on the mountain that those who did like them, such as Liu herself, would have access to it.

The cubs were currently playing close to the cooking area, the cooks were hard at work trying to manage the rambunctious cubs. Chao-Xing was in the thick of it, the little shit was using her shadow to dodge and grab her friends, sometimes dragging them into the shadows with her.

It was adorable, but they were going to cause a problem soon.

But it's not my problem. Liu thought.

She spotted her old friend Min break away from the crowd of visiting elders.

“I’m gonna say hi to Min before that ends in disaster.” she gestured to the cubs.

Liang nodded and resumed her conversation with their cub.

“Hey Min!” She called out to the other monkey.

“Liu! How've you been?” The smaller monkey hugged her.

“Great, it's been going well here, how’s it been with your troop?” She asked.

“The troop is doing well, we had a very successful spring, we didn't lose a single mother!” Min said.

“That's great! How many cubs did you get?”

“Thirty in total, so far we've got twenty six.” Min told her happily.

“I wish their parents well.” Liu murmured softly.

“I’ll let them know.” Min said.

“What else happened with your troop?” Liu asked.

Min smiled, her tail swished excitedly.

“Liling is expecting, it was a job and a half convincing her to stay, she so wanted to come see the little ones.” Min told her.

“Will they cub be a spring or winter baby?”

“Early spring.”

“Then I'll have to come visit once the cub is born.” Liu said.

“Wonderful, I can't wait for you to see the troop.” Min grinned.

“Oh! How is RinRin doing these days?” She asked.

Liu rolled her eyes fondly at her little sister's mention.

“She's still living on the moon with Yùtù.” She said.

“That's great, tell her I say hi-” Min broke off with a startled yelp at the loud crash that came from the food area.

Liu turned to the source with a sigh. The cubs had indeed knocked over some of the food, luckily none of them were hurt or all that dirty, but it was a big mess.

“Knew it.” Mochou giggled.

Liang glanced at her with a knowing grin.

“Liu dear, didn't you place an order at that noodle shop?” she asked oh so innocently.

“I did. I'll go get it.” Liu said.

“Hey Mihou! Think you can open a shadow portal for me?” she called out.

The six eared monkey shot her a tired glare, he snapped his fingers and a glowing shadow portal appeared near her feet.

“Thanks! I'll be back in an hour!” She said before jumping into the portal.

She came out in Daiyu’s house, the dragon let her use her residence as a safe space to travel to and from the city. Liu quickly shape-shifted into her human disguise.

She checked her reflection, she was taller with a more human face, her shape shifting hid most of her primate features, her eye markings remained in the few forms she knew. She applied a glamor over pinkish red eye markings, making them look like the makeup humans wore.

Her hair was still thick and unruly, that had never caused her a problem before, the humans of this city were used to demons and demons glamoring themselves to make going about their daily business easier. Shape shifting was harder to master than a simple glamor.

With one last check, Liu stepped out of Daiyu’s residence into the busy streets of Megapolis.

The city was bustling with activity, people were running around getting ready for the upcoming Qixi festival. 

Soon, she spotted the familiar, adorably drawn sign of a pig chef holding a bowl of noodles.

Liu entered the noodle shop quietly. It was luckily empty aside from the pig, his mate and their daughter.

The little girl was coloring at the counter next to her human father, sticking her tongue out as she he concentrated on what was likely another drawing of the pig chef.

Yawen looked up at the sound of the door’s bell ringing and her big brown eyes brightened.

“Liu! Liu’s here Baba!” She tugged on her father's sleeve, excitedly pointing her out.

The scholar turned to her and waved, she took it as an invitation to come in.

“Hi Tang, how's the kid doing?” she asked him.

“I'm great!” Yawen said before her father could answer.

“Really? Wanna tell me while I wait?” She prompted.

The girl's eyes lit up, she practically shook with excitement.

“I turned four a few days ago! Dadsy made special noodles and then we went to the zoo! Tài pó and nǎi nai were waiting for us! We got to see the monkeys! They got a new baby monkey! It's a little baby with no parents cause they're dead and they brought him in and one of the mama monkeys adopted him and she's really protective and doesn't let people see the baby but she let me see him! He's a cute little baby!” Yawen said in one breath.

Liu smiled at the kid despite the poorly hidden nervousness on her father's face.

“That sounds like it was a lot of fun.” She said.

“It was! And tài pó took me to the gift shop and got me a monkey! I call her Coco cause she's fluffy and brown!” Yawen said.

She suddenly gasped and looked at Tang with big pleading eyes.

“Can I show her, Cocoa? Please?” She begged sweetly.

“S-sure! Just be quick.” Tang nodded.

Yawen squealed happily, the adorably pig ear shaped bangs that hung over her eyes flopped and bounced with her excitement. The little girl took off upstairs, promising to be back down soon.

Liu waited a moment to make sure the kid was out of earshot.

“I don't know what you're so nervous about, I'm a monkey demon ” She said.

“I didn't know how you would take it. I know most monkey demons don't like things like that.” The scholar explained.

“Hmm, fair enough.” she shrugged.

Yawen came running back down the stairs, she nearly tripped over her own feet in her rush down.

“Kid! Be careful on the stairs!” Pigsy called out from the kitchen.

“Sorry Dadsy!” Yawen shouted.

The pig chef muttered something about how reckless the kid was under his breath. It reminded her of Yuze quietly venting how accident prone Wukong and Ma were.

“Here's Coco!” Yawen shouted.

The little girl held the floppy monkey toy up to her.

“Coco is very cute.” Liu said.

“And I got this! Miss Yu let me pick from one her stones for free cause it was my birthday! I got this one! Isn't it pretty?” She shoved the object in her face.

The stone was cut into a six pointed star, the center of the star was yellow and it smoothly transitioned to a rich purple at the tips.

“It's beautiful.” Liu told her.

“Yeah! Miss Yu said it was super special too and that I always had to make sure it was safe!” Yawen said.

Liu glanced at Tang, the man just shrugged. She turned her attention back to Yawen.

“You wanna know something special?” Liu whispered to the little girl.

“What?!” She gasped excitedly.

“It's my niece's first birthday today.”

“Really?!?! That's so cool! We're practically birthday twins!” Yawen shouted.

“Yeah, it is cool.” Liu agreed

“Are you having a party?!” Yawen asked.

“Of course, I’m picking up the food for it.” She nodded.

“Speaking of food, your order is ready.” Pigsy said.

He set the large order down at the counter, Yawen gawked at the amount of food.

“Whoa, you have a huge family!” she exclaimed.

“Yep, sure do.” Liu agreed.

She picked the order up with little difficulty, amazing the little girl again.

“You're so strong Liu! I bet you're as strong as Monkey King!” She said.

Ah, there it is. The kid's fascination with her brother was adorable.

“Why thank you, Yawen.” Liu gave the girl a little bow, holding the flat of food with just one hand instead of two, eliciting a squeal from the child.

She turned to pay for her order with the current human currency, they changed so often it was annoying to keep track.

“Thanks for the food Pigsy, you're a lifesaver.” She told the chef.

“Just doing my job.” The pig grunted.

Gruff and tough as always. She liked Pigsy a lot more than Zhu Bajie.

“And it's always great!” She called out as she headed for the door.

“See you around kiddo.” She waved to Yawen.

“Bye Liu! See you soon!” Yawen called after her.

Yawen was one of the sweetest human kids she'd seen in a long time, she loved getting to hear the kid just talk about anything whenever she came by…

Though there was something less than human about her. She didn't feel naturally human. Something, on some level, was being hidden.

Seeing past the barriers others put up was not her strong suit, detecting that things were hidden was, and she could barely get a sense for it. It was so heavily hidden.

I doubt even Wukong could see what's underneath that. If I could get him to come here. She thought.

Her parents had to know, they were very quiet about where their daughter came from, she was adopted after all. Liu had managed to learn that Yawen was given to them for her sake, a conversation she was probably not supposed to have heard.

Whatever it is, she's lucky to have them as her parents. Yawen was a good, sweet kid, a home full of love was exactly what any child needed.

Maybe I can convince Wukong and Mihou to let me bring Chao-Xing here, I'm sure she and Yawen would be friends.

XXX

“Chao-Xing! You're making a mess.” Wukong scolded his cub.

The little monkey stared innocently up at him.

“Nice try, I know you understand “mess”.” He said.

She grinned and continued making a mess of her food. He sighed and went to pick her up, or he tried to since the little shit dropped into her own shadow and reappeared a few feet away. She still had the peach bun Liu had gotten from the mainland, and was still making a mess of it.

“You're going to get a bath later!” He threatened.

She giggled happily, making an even bigger mess with the bun.

“You like baths too much for a stone monkey.” He muttered.

He kept an eye on his cub as she ate and played with her food, he knew the second he looked away she would disappear. She couldn't go very far yet, it was still a hassle to track her down.

“Hey peaches, what do you think of the food?” His mate asked as he came out of his shadow.

“It's good, Liu likes the place for a reason.” he said.

“Honestly, I didn't expect Bajie’s great-something grandkid to be such a good cook.” Liu'er commented 

“What?!” Wukong sputtered.

“Yeah, Caihong told me when she visited, he got the shop from his grandmother I think.” Liu'er shrugged.

“That is a crazy coincidence.” Wukong murmured.

His pilgrim brother’s descendant made the food he and his troop were eating on his daughter's first birthday. 

“The sure universe works in mysterious- where did Chao-Xing go?”

Wukong snapped his head around to where he last saw his daughter, sure enough, she was gone. She left her peach bun behind. 

He transformed a few hairs into clones, they spread out through the cave. He heard the troop take notice of his clones.

“Shí Hóu? Something up?” Ba asked.

“We lost track of Chao-Xing.” Liu'er told him quickly.

“Oh, shit.” Ba said.

“She can't have gone far, she probably hasn't even left the cave.” Wukong said, ignoring how his heart started pounding in his chest.

“I'll let the troop know to keep an eye out for her.”

“Thank you.” He called after his brother.

He turned to Liu'er, his mate's beautiful ears were spread out to search for their daughter, the luminous petal-like ears created an ethereal glow around his moonlight’s pretty face. The echoes of the cave sometimes messed with his moon's hearing, and the amount of people in the cave could confuse him.

“Do you hear her?” he whispered.

“She's nearby, she hasn't gotten into any trouble as far as I can tell.” Liu'er said.

His ears returned to their neutral state, a much gentler glow came from the all hearing ears. He's so beautiful. His mate grinned smugly at him.

“Peaches, I know I'm pretty but we have a cub to find.” he said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He covered his blushing face as he quickly walked away from his mate, it got worse when Liu'er giggled behind him. Ma approached him with a shit eating grin.

“Don't say anything.” He hissed.

“Why? Is my baby brother embarrassed by his pretty husband?” she teased.

“Stop! We have to find Chao-Xing!” He said.

His voice came out in a much… whinier tone than he would have preferred.

“Aww, Xiao Shí Hóu is embarrassed, poor baby.” Ma snickered.

“I hate you so much.”

“Love you too, xiǎo dí.” Ma flicked his nose with her tail.

“Now, stop being a flustered mess, we've gotta find your cub.” She told him.

“You're the one who-” she covered his mouth before he could finish.

“Zip. Find your kid.” She instructed.

He glared after his sister as she went off to search.

They spend the next half hour searching for Chao-Xing until they finally found her asleep underneath a cushion on the porch bench.

The little cub had tired herself out with all the mischief she got up to during the day. Wukong picked his sleeping daughter up, careful not to wake her, she was like her baba when she got woken up too early.

“Looks like this party is over.” Liu'er chuckled softly.

They bid farewell to their visiting guests and their troop, then headed into their home for the night.

They took Chao-Xing to the bathroom to get a quick bath. She woke up just enough to enjoy bath time, splashing around sleepily in the warm water.

Wukong swaddled his cub in a towel while Liu'er set the nest up for the night. She made tiny little squeaks and chirps at him as he dried her off, the towel was her least favorite part of bath time, she would rather air dry. Tonight she was thankfully too tired to put up much of a fight.

“See? Drying off isn't that bad.” He told her once he was done.

She gave him a tired pouty glare, too sleepy to make a fuss.

He brought her into their bedroom, Liu'er was already in the nest grooming his own tail. He climbed in, setting their daughter between them, she cuddled up in the blankets with a happy purr.

He ran a hand through her fluffy hair, he still couldn't believe she was a year old. Liu'er placed a hand over his own, their tails twirling together.

“We should probably take her off the mountain soon.” Liu'er murmured.

“Have your sisters been asking?” He asked.

“Yeah, RinRin and Yùtù too, they all wanna meet the baby.” Liu'er yawned, patting Chao-Xing lightly.

“That'll be an eventful gathering.” Wukong sighed.

“Hmm… shouldn't do it here…” Liu'er mumbled sleepily.

Wukong smiled at his mate, big gatherings like today tended to tire his moon out. He scouted closer, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“We'll figure that out later, let's just sleep for now.” He whispered.

“M’kay… love you sunshine…”

“Love you too moonlight.”

XXX

The chained demon stirred at the cold blue fog floating into his prison.

“Witch.” the demon growled.

An eerie giggle came from the fog.

“Look at how the mighty have fallen.” Her voice rang out through the emptiness around the chained demon.

“You used to be a king, a conqueror, you had the lives of millions at your fingers, and look at you now, rotting in the underworld.” she snickered.

The demon growled at her. He was a prideful fool, but she could use him on the board. And if he got a little revenge on her enemies in the meantime, she wouldn't say no to that.

“I suppose you haven't heard, being trapped down here and all, but it's quite the talk of the realms.” she whispered.

“Today happens to be the very first birthday of the daughter of Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque. Isn't that nice?” She prompted.

That got the chained demons attention. As an old foe of the Monkey King, and, well his disgusting affinity for the Six Eared Macaque she did not care for, regardless, he was an enemy of her enemy.

She could use him.

“Yes, they have a cub, the little princess has never left the mountain. She must be so much weaker than her parents, she's not solid stone after all.” She hissed.

The gears were turning in the chained demon's head, she had her claws in him, all he needed was a little extra push. His hatred for the Monkey King would drive him right into her clutches.

“Wouldn't you like to meet that weak little cub? I can free you.” She offered.

“What is the catch?” The demon hissed

“All I ask in return is that you free me when the time comes, you're free to do as you please until then.” She said.

The chained demon was silent for much too long for her liking.

“Well? Don't you want to be a king again? Don't you want to get back at the Monkey King who slayed you?” She prompted.

“You have a deal, Lady Bone Demon.” The once king said.

“I look forward to our partnership.” She said respectfully.

She ripped the demon’s soul from the underworld, she reforged his body, he had been dead long enough there was nothing but bones left of it. It would be a painful return, but necessary to ensure her destiny.

The demon King of Havoc had returned to the mortal plain, assured to wreck destruction upon the Monkey King and his family.