#his eyes are so gotdamn blue

[ramp-it-up]

Good Morning

Summary: You leave bed before Bucky can say good morning.

Word count: 1.8 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Frumoasă is pregnant, Bucky is feral. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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If Bucky could mainline you straight to his veins, he would. He woke up feening and alone.

The moment he stepped into his en suite that morning, which was your bathroom now too, a primal pull drew him on a string to you. 

You were standing at the mirror trying to tame your hair in just white cotton panties and Bucky’s dress shirt from the day before, partly for use as a robe, but mostly for his smell.

At the sight of you in his shirt, diamond on your finger, pregnant with his child, something in his chest tightened. 

Mine he thought.

You tried to focus on fixing your hair, but the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror was distracting as hell. There were a few other things that had changed about you in the last few weeks: your appetite, your energy level, but the best and the worst was your sex drive.

“You’re staring again,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror and trying to pretend you didn’t want him to slut you out. 

“Sorry,” offered Bucky, who was leaning on the wall behind you, smirking and probably reading your mind. 

He was definitely not sorry.

“Can’t help it, Frumoasă.”

You raised an eyebrow at him over your shoulder at his cracked voice.

“You can’t?”

You destroyed him with a look. He couldn’t take how beautiful you were. You standing there, no makeup, all that hair, his white shirt and panties. He never knew that Jockey that made lingerie to turn him on, but here you were.

And Bucky was so weak for you.

“No. I can’t. You’re too beautiful.”

But the way he was looking at you, eyes burning you, that tongue peeking out of his mouth as if recalling your taste on his lips; it made you shiver. 

Bucky strode toward you, so gotdamn handsome in the mirror that you didn’t want to turn around and see the real thing.

He was clad only in low slung grey sweatpants, the bulge in them growing by the second, his abs standing out, his tiny nipples erect. The medal on his golden skin gleamed and you longed to bite it between your teeth as he stroked his thick cock inside you.

Bucky Barnes’ blue gaze had you in a chokehold.

Fuck, you wished he would choke you while he fucked you hard, but he stopped with the breath play the moment he found out you were pregnant.

Your eyes glazed over and your mouth dropped open in a small pant as your pussy clenched down on nothing, thinking of how Bucky handled you on his cock.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Frumoasă?” Bucky teased, eyes locked on you when you turned your dreamy eyes on him. 

You pretended you didn’t notice and refocused on arranging your curls. The sharp points of your breasts under his shirt might have been a clue however, and if he could see between your legs, he might have ascertained a wet spot. 

Bucky’s voice was low and rough around the edges as he moved closer to you, watching as you as your fingers pulled through your hair again, your arms akimbo and offering the perfect view of your body.

He also didn’t miss the smile that played on your lips after what he asked. He knew what you were thinking.

Your hands fell from your thick hair to your hips and your eyes zeroed in on his bulge.

“My eyes are up here, Baby.”

Bucky’s firm hands were sliding over your hips now, pulling you back against him. His lips brushed your shoulder. 

Slow. Lazy. Possessive.

His hands moved to your belly, his fingers spreading possessively over the softness there. There was only the slightest change, but Bucky noticed everything. His breath moved over your neck and made you shiver as he kept eye contact in the mirror.

“Bucky… got to get ready,” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his fingers smoothed down the curve of your waist. 

“Not yet…” 

A hand slid under the hem of the shirt. You inhaled shakily. 

“I woke up, and you weren’t in bed.” 

His voice was low, rough, and thick with desire. 

You swallowed hard. 

“Because I was getting ready to—“

 “You’re supposed to be in my arms,” he interrupted.

His words sent heat through your body as his hands tightened on your hips. And you felt him, hard, ready, and pressing against you from behind. 

You gripped the vanity with trembling fingers. He chuckled, his hips pressing into you. 

“You’re wearing my shirt, looking like this, carrying my baby. You’re killing me,” he looked up at you in the mirror those blue eyes destroying your soul.

“You know that right? You drive me crazy,” he murmured, voice thick with need as his hands glided higher over your ribs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts. 

You gasped, body weak against the hard planes of his torso and Bucky groaned, his large hands extending and gripping your nipples gently. He rolled them lightly, his hands working under his shirt, and a moan escaped you. 

“Fuck, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?” 

You didn’t have time to respond before he spun you around, lifted you on top of the counter, and stepped between your legs. Bucky’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider. 

And just like that, going out was forgotten because Bucky was between your legs, his long, hard cock pressing against your melting pussy, kissing you like he was starving. His palms were hot on your skin, fingers gripping, claiming, and dragging you closer. 

You gasped into his mouth, and he deepened the hot, slow, and delicious kiss like you two had all the time in the world. 

Like he wanted to devour you.

“Bucky, Baby—” 

You barely got his name out before his fingers tightened, and suddenly your back was pressed to the mirror, legs wrapped around his waist, body caged in by his. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it open, baring your skin to his. 

You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as they swept over you, hunger rolling off him.

“Shoulda stayed in bed, baby,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck and his hands spreading you wider. 

“I was going to meet Peach for brunch,” you whimpered. 

In the back of your mind, you were certain that this was a plan between him and Steve to keep you both in the house after what happened in Atlanta after New Years. 

Bucky chuckled, his breath hot against your skin and his teeth grazing your collarbone. 

“I’m sure she’s busy as well.” 

You shook your head and smirked as his mouth moved lower, dragging down your stomach, over your hip, until he was kneeling between your legs.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice dropping into a rough whisper as he looked up at you with those baby blues.

“About this body. About what we made together. About how deep a part of me lives inside you.”

His hand drifted over your stomach, then slid down to the waistband of your panties, teasing.

Your breath hitched, “Bucky!” 

His palmed your clit and slipped three fingers along the cut of you, playing in your slick, teasing. 

“So fucking wet. Here, taste.”

And he inserted his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes closed as you sucked yourself off of him, but they flew open when you felt something sharp and cold against your skin. 

Bucky had picked up your hair shears from the vanity and was using them to cut your panties off.

“James!”

Bucky outright laughed as you moved your mouth and prepared to gripe at him, until he got on his knees. He settled between your legs, pushing between them with his shoulders and stared at you.

You were glistening, slick and swollen, your body so fucking ready for him. 

He dragged his wet fingers through your folds, pressing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your hips jerk up.

You were desperate for more. 

“Look at you,” he murmured, watching you fall apart. 

You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, watching as you gasped, your body clenching around him. 

“So tight. So fucking perfect.” 

Bucky added another, stretching, preparing, feeling your pussy adjust to him. 

You moaned, arched, writhed, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Bucky had ever seen. 

He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your slick heat, tasting, devouring, and feeling your body tremble under his grip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, and begging for more.

“Please, Bucky, please!!!”

Your fiancé smirked into your pussy. 

“Impatient?”

You whimpered, your hips jerking as he held you down, licking slowly, deeply, watching you come undone.

“You’re perfect like this,” he mumbled into your cunt.

At this point, you were shaking and gasping. Bucky didn’t stop until you were arching off the vanity, crying out his name, legs shaking around his head as you came.

He wiped his mouth as he watched you come down and trying to close your legs although he still had one thigh in his grip.

Your drooping eyes widened as he lowered the waistband of his sweats, pulled you forward by your hip, and lined himself up.

“Need more. Need to be inside you.” 

“Please!”

It was an over stimulated plea, but it died on your lips in a moan. Bucky held your gaze as he pushed inside your wet, hot pussy.

“Tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfect.”

Your fingers clenched his shoulders and you let out a breathy moan, making him almost lose it right there. Bucky sunk deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him.

“That’s it, mama. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

He groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you tighten and pulse around him, sucking him in deeper. 

Bucky pulled back and thrusted back hard, watching the way you face twisted in pleasure.

“Mine.”

He said it aloud this time. 

Bucky gripped your hips, pinning you down, fucking you slow and deep. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

His voice was rough and demanding.

“That’s it. Take me. Take all of this cock.”

Your nails dragged down his back until you were too weak to hold on, your body shuddering from wave after wave of pleasure, which spiked when the splashes of his hot cum hit the convulsing walls of your cunt.

Bucky held you tight and kissed the top of your head.

“You don’t leave the bed without saying good morning.”

“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Sir.”

“Smartass. Let’s teach it a lesson.”

You thought Bucky Barnes was done.

But when you slid down to your feet, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. You felt his cock get hard again and press against your bottom.

You gasped.

“James!”

“You’re gonna be a little late for brunch, Frumoasă.”

[farlynthordens]

SKB Volume 10 Summary

Volumes 1-9 now have English translations, so please support the official release if you can!

hello everyone. after more than a year since v9, here we are. the final volume of sabikui gotdamn bisco: subtitled "the promise". thank you all for sticking around and i hope you enjoy going on one last ride with me.

Bisco feels like he's dying. but this can't be the end, because of that promise he made to milo. he calls out for his partner, n'badu jeering at him for thinking of milo and not his family.

Just as sugar is about to wipe him from existence, red saves him. she reminds bisco of the promise they each made to milo, that they would only die together.

Bisco seems to be completely knocked out as red and n'badu fight, with n'badu still controlling sugar to send out attacks.

Despite being under n'badu's control, sugar seems to retain some sense of self. she hesitates and asks for confirmation when told to act.

Mare arrives to cover for red and help her escape with bisco! he transforms into a giant being made of water to hold back the meteor sugar tries to drop on them.

Red runs, and gets picked up by marie who was riding towards their location on actagawa. red assumes marie is just bisco's friend, and marie seems to assume red is a bastard child of her husband.

Sugar increases her power to crush mare, despite warning n'badu that expending this much soul energy will leave her with too little left to rewrite the universe.

Mare uses a last ditch technique to try directly attacking n'badu, but sugar defends him at the last second and kills mare.

Now they need to collect more souls, but rust (the god from v9) is gone, so they can't even do that. n'badu orders sugar to make a bunch of new rust clones.

She spawns hundreds of glowing, humanoid creatures ("Cosmoz") that sprout bug-like eyes and wings. they disperse all over the world to collect souls. ... In the college AU timeline: Milo is still with domino. domino loredumps to milo about what we learned at the end of v9 regarding n'badu's existence and powers.

Milo suddenly collapses as he feels an overwhelming pain in his left eye. for a moment, he sees through bisco's POV and learns what's happening in the main timeline (which they were unaware of since milo arrived).

Domino asks how the fuck they were able to do that, to which milo simply replies "We just can. Because we're partners."

They go to apollo's lab to get his new soul absorbtion program to fight n'badu with, but apollo turns out to be a cosmoz, who already took his soul and was wearing him like a skinsuit. yep.

the cosmoz tortures domino to get her to reveal where apollo's program is. milo (also gravely injured) finds the courage to get up and save her, after remembering the promise. he can't die here, without bisco at his side.

The spirit of Hope separates from apollo's body (taking the form of tirol). hope installs the soul absorb program into milo.

The soul absorb program gives him the same power as red's soul tattoos - the ability to take others' souls into his own body.

When he activates it, it creates a giant prayer wheel-like ring of hellshrooms that can all independently move and attack based on milo's will. they break the cosmoz's body into dust and milo absorbs it.

Apollo is turned back to normal, but this college au world must end. milo has a somewhat tearful goodbye with domino and co, before absorbing their souls, along with everyone else existing in this timeline, and then the timeline itself.

Then milo has.... a realization? M: (I understand now...! Souls are just... spores! They're spores that that living beings propagate, containing 'possibilities' [potential]. Humans, the Earth, even space itself... all of it is a collection and subsequent propagation of souls... It's all one big mushroom!)

I'm dead (like mare)

To milo's horror, he realizes his clothes have been torn to shreds, revealing the blue, geometric tattoos that have appeared all over his body. his hair has also grown much longer and shinier.

He doesn't really understand how to harness his new powers yet. the spirit of the god inside him insinuates that he is a being that now presides over the death of universes, and making new ones according to his truest wishes and desires. the god helps send him back to the main timeline. ...

Cosmoz have decimated most of japan. everyone left is fleeing to hokkaido but they're moving too slowly. kousuke and nuts arrive to help them along. (remember the kids from v1 who are a bit older now? it was mentioned at the end of v8, but as a reminder: kousuke is a mushroom keeper and nuts is a vanguard leader)

Among the evac caravan is tirol and pawoo (with salt), who at some point met up with marie, red, and bisco (just woke up but can't move). they're hoping to use hokkaido's life energy to heal bisco.

The cosmoz arrive. red tries to go fight, but the others stop her because she's injured and can't fight against n'badu anyway, due to him having complete control over her existence and will likely erase her the moment he finds her again.

Red realizes there's a way for her and bisco to be useful. she can use the soul absorption technique in reverse to transfer her soul power to bisco and heal him instantly, but in turn taking on his injuries.

Bisco jumps into the fight, now full of power that he's 'borrowing from his big sister' (🥺). his appearance is reminiscent of v1 after he came out of the rust - his shirt torn off (but cape in tact of course) revealing his full body tattoos, his missing right arm once again reconstructed and glowing like the sun. he's also having trouble controlling his strength.

Bisco accidentally snaps his bowstring and it whips him in the face, causing him to completely miss the cosmoz he was shooting at. blood gets in his eyes and he can't see.

Shishi shows up to save him! iirc shishi was always pretty polite, but they seem to now speak in a more regal way?

Shishi tries to... flirt with him....????? amli shows up just in time to stop things, but she is PISSED. she chides shishi for becoming like her father, 'including all of his bad traits' (being a manwhore)

Satahabaki and youkan arrive to join the party. the 2 of them get along horribly. amli likes satahabaki quite a lot though.

Everyone is understandably depressed. the world feels like it's ending, and bisco alone wasn't able to save sugar and the world, but...

All they need to do is wait for milo to come back. if bisco and milo combine their power, there might be hope.

Geppei also shows up. she and bisco bicker. she uses her arrow　to summon a giant train to carry everyone to hokkaido. ...

Somewhere up in the atmosphere: the cosmoz return to n'badu and sugar to deliver the souls. it's still not quite enough for sugar to create the new universe yet.

Suddenly, they're attacked by powerful lasers! it's chaika, who has now become the leader of her tribe (and gotten jacked as fuck) (don't forget she's like 15), leading people in battle as they fire massive reibyou-powered cannons.

Sugar quickly figures out that this is merely a diversion, and there would be no problem ignoring them and moving on with their soul-sucking world domination. but n'badu throws a fit and forces sugar to attack, wanting to get revenge on the hokkaido tribe.

At hokkaido: everyone from the evac caravan has arrived, and people get divided up into battle groups.

In the chamber where red is being healed, a strategy meeting starts to discuss the plan to hold out against n'badu until milo arrives.

Priests are currently spread out around hokkaido, creating a magic barrier around the island.

The hokkaido tribe, along with a tetsujin mech army led by gopis and namari (scientist from v3), all shoot massive freeze rays at sugar. she can't really do anything to protect herself, since using her powers might kill n'badu who is hiding under her cloak.

Using such a strong freezing spell for an extended period of time causes chaika's body to freeze over. she'll likely die before they can completely encase sugar. as she's dying, she thinks of bisco and it's clearly implied that she has a crush on him.

where the fuck did this come from??? what happened to her crush on milo???????

But whatever, chaika is saved - by bisco begrudgingly kissing her to share his life energy with her. as a married man with children he didn't want to do it, but tirol repeated milo's wisdom: "it's for medical reasons so it's fine!!!!"

With sugar frozen, n'badu can't be protected by her and he's too much of a little bitch to do any fighting himself. sugar uses the last of her power to summon an overwhelming swarm of cosmoz (as well as something that's a special surprise for a couple bullet points later), and everyone can only look on in despair.

Bisco can sense milo's presence, and so can salt. tirol realizes that milo IS here, essentially, but isn't able to use akasha tripper to pass between timelines because they don't have the soul power needed for it. the solution? kill as many cosmoz as possible and use their souls for it.

Lots of fighting against cosmoz. just as one looks like it's about to kill gopis, AKABOSHI-01 (the robo-bisco from v3~4) saves her and namari.

Shishi and amli also come to protect them. gopis is enraged at being saved again by shishi, and still doesn't understand how shishi's completely forgiven her for what she's done. however, amidst the fighting, a cosmoz appears in their blind spot and fires a laser at shishi --

Only for gopis to push them out of the way, and die in their stead. as gopis' strength fades, she stabs herself on shishi's sword, her blood seeping into the flowers and vines, helping heal shishi's wounds and increasing their strength.

G: "Now.... you'll have to stay alive, knowing it was only 'cause of my dirty blood....!" G: "No matter... what you do now... you'll never... be able.... to forget about me...!" G: "I win...! Ahahaha...." G: "I've known all along... that.. the biggest fool of all... was, me....."

Gopis dissolves into dust, leaving only her nose ring behind. shishi takes it.

N'badu actually arrives at the battlefield, having taken control of a reanimated mare's body. youkan and satahabaki struggle to fight him.

N'badu steals youkan's matatabi powers, intending to use it to erase whatever is left of sugar's will so she'll mindlessly obey him.

Satahabaki unleashes all his might, his already barely-human body transforming into a giant sakura tree. he keeps growing as he absorbs mare's water, until there is nothing left - and satahabaki turns fully into a tree, his roots growing down into hokkaido. ...

The fighting has been going on for so long that everyone is running out of steam. god knows how many cosmoz they defeated, but it still isn't enough energy to activate akasha tripper. but suddenly, sakura trees burst out of the ground - their wide branches blocking incoming attacks, and absorbing all the latent energy from the air.

Bisco fires an arrow to tear open the spacetime portal, calling out to milo and telling him to come back. as soon as the portal opens, milo rockets through and shoots into the air.

The cosmoz flee in terror, calling milo "the light of death".

Bisco hurriedly climbs the trees to chase after milo, sensing something wrong with him.

The god of death, izanami, seems to have completely taken over milo's body - his eyes lifeless and cold. he calls all the souls of the departed to him and absorbs them.

Izanami charges up to delete n'badu, sugar, and anything else that isnt meant to exist in this world with a soul-powered blast (taking hokkaido and everyone on it with them as fallout). but then bisco arrives.

He latches on to milo's cold body. izanami doesn't understand what's going on or who he is. bisco puts their foreheads together, locking eyes and telling milo to say his name.

Seeing his partner brings milo back - his eyes returning to their deep blue and his heart beating once again as he hugs bisco tightly and cries.

Bisco realizes they've been surrounded by cosmoz and tries to shake out of milo's hold before they get attacked, but milo refuses to let go. annoyed that bisco has stopped paying attention to him, milo continues to hug him as he uses his long hair to attack and destroy all the cosmoz.

N'badu jumps between different bodies, trying to find something suitably strong to fight with and protect him from the cold. having run out of soul power to use, he takes the shells of many dead crabs and pulls them together into one massive body, with actagawa (not dead) as its core.

Bisco fights n'badu as milo protects tirol from waves of cosmoz.

Actagawa's willpower stops the fused crab from moving, and subsequently, n'badu from harming bisco. bisco uses red's soul power to deliver a strong punch and shatter its shell.

With n'badu exposed and out of power, bisco and milo summon the choushin bow (someone please tell me what this was called in english).

N'badu uses what power he has left to block the attack, but his own powers tear his shitty little insect body apart - then bimi's arrow breaks through to finish the job.

All the souls n'badu still had are released, and start going toward sugar. everyone runs off to stop her before she gains enough power to create a new universe.

Sugar breaks free of the ice. she's in a panic, with n'badu gone and having absorbed all of his negative emotions. N'badu's voice (in sugar's mind): [I hate you... Aka... boshi....... Die..! Give me.. back.. what's mine... suffer... and die!!!!]

Sugar fires off extremely powerful attacks powered by n'badu's hatred. the only thing that can nullify them? milo's new personal bow summon, the izanami bow, which uses soul power to create arrows imbued with positive emotions (love).

Real sugar wakes up after hearing bimi calling for her, and she tries fighting against the negative powers controlling her, but her body is still going on a rampage.

Amli and raskeni show up, using mantras to create stairs leading up sugar's gigantic body so they can reach her heart (where real sugar is).

Bimi use the choushin bow to blow open a hole in (god) sugar's body, but are knocked down before they can save (real) sugar. the hole they made begins to close.

BUT HERE COMES RED WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! she climbs (god) sugar's body and rescues (real) sugar.

The god's body collapses into space goo but continues to move, consuming anything in its path.

Bimi summon the choushin bow to destroy the egg (the new universe it had been growing this whole time). but bisco realizes milo is cold and shaking, having used up too much of his power. M: "But if we don't shoot now, everything is going to be destroyed. You, Sugar, the world we love, all of it..." Bisco held Milo's freezing cold body close against his chest to share his warmth as they drew the bowstring tight.

As they stand ready to fire, the world around them feels silent. In that silence, milo asks... M: "Bisco, do you like me?" The question came out of nowhere. Bisco turned his head to look at Milo, thinking to respond, "Of course I do." But when they locked eyes and he looked into the deep blue of Milo's cool, clear gaze, his heart suddenly felt caught in his throat, and he lost any words he had. B: "........" M: "Do you... love me?" His simple question felt as if had a different weight to it than anything Milo had asked him before - it felt very... final. B: "We're partners, aren't we?" M: "....Yeah." B: "So you should already know the answer." M: "......Right." Milo smiled and nodded, having hoped to hear just that. Hearing that made Milo happier than anything... or, it should have.

They fire, but...

N'badu, barely clinging to life, manages to fly in the arrow's path, causing it to stray slightly off course. They miss, and the universe egg begins to take in the choushin arrow's power. The reset can no longer be stopped. They lost.

Milo cries, saying that it was his fault. M: "It was because I had a thought... for just a moment. That I didn't care if the world ended and I lost everything... as long as you would pay attention to me.... And now, I've brought that thought into reality."

Everyone looks on in silent despair.

B: "We're going to die together. We'll be makin' good on our promise now! But I know that I haven't nearly repaid you for all the love you've shown me... so..." M: "So, you'll hear out one last request?" B: "Anything you want!" M: "Then...." M: "Forget about me."

Milo uses the power of izanami to take control of the universe egg, everything now resetting to his command.

B: "We promised that we'd die together!!" M: "You won't die, Bisco." B: "Shut up!! Don't leave me, Milo...!! Don't leave me all alone...!" ... M: "I love you. Even if you one day forget about me... I'll still love you... always..." Right as Bisco reached out his hand to touch Milo's cheek, Milo was pierced by hellshrooms, causing a great explosion. B: "Milo....!!!!" B: "Milo.....!!! Me, too!!!!!! I love y--"

Everything goes white. Bisco wakes up some time later.

There's no mention of n'badu, red only saying that they defeated the rust god. red is his sister. sugar is pawoo's daughter. no one remembers milo. he never existed.

B: (I know that he was real... The person most important to me... The guy I loved.....) Tears streaked Bisco's cheeks, but not a single person in this new world could understand the reason why. ... The world had been saved, and now everyone could move toward a brighter tomorrow in this world of hope. Everyone except... The one with whom he shared his fate, his beloved Milo.

THE END.

just kidding, could you fucking image. but this IS the point where the "end card" of the book was placed. not funny.

there's then a page detailing the key events of the "sugar era" (the calendar years in this new world). most notably: -year 38: humans have to escape earth and go into space (on a cosmoshroom-powered ark) due to spores filling up the atmosphere

Salt is now an old ass man and a novelist. he has a glasses-wearing disciple named ota, who's the granddaughter of the ota we know from the start of v1. they're on a private ship headed for earth.

They land at imihama, in ruins and covered by mushrooms, trees, and tall grass. they get out of their ship, and salt heads for the giant mushroom tower in its center.

They find bisco, having grown older and a bit thinner, with long hair and mushrooms growing on him and his clothes. he lives alone, with only the kinoko (the lil fellas from v7? 8?) for company.

Salt gives bisco a manuscript for his story. salt uses a magic pen to write, seeming to have been created when bisco used his ultimate will power for the final time, on the day he lost the one he called "milo". his pen's powers led him to write a story detailing a different universe, one where "milo" existed - and sacrificed himself to create a new world.

S: "When living beings directly observe Izanami's existence, their memories will be erased. But with this story, it could be different ... I believe it can help lead you back to him."

Bisco says goodbye to salt, giving him a hug and passing on his old, crusty goggles. he then jumps to action, using the ultimate will power on the manuscript. the words on the pages turn into a beam of light leading into space. riding actagawa, he's carried off in search of where it leads.

Bisco goes on many adventures as he travels through space. god knows how much time has passed. memories fade, but the one thing he could never, ever forget... was milo. ...

Somewhere else: izanami (milo) exists in his god realm, guiding souls peacefully to the afterlife. time has no meaning anymore. he feels nothing. after living for excessively long, he can sense that his own end is finally near...

But just as that end seems to approach, someone breaks into his realm. with the power of mushrooms.

Milo doesn't recognize him. milo doesn't even remember that he's milo. feeling threatened, he fights bisco away.

They battle. bisco keeps trying to talk to milo, but milo rejects all of it. then, right as milo is left defenseless and he thinks bisco is going to kill him...

Bisco held him tightly, yet ever so gently, feeling an eternity's worth of love in his embrace. B: "I love you." B: "I finally got to tell you, after all this time..."

Milo - the real milo - wakes up. he's upset that bisco came all this way to find him. but... B: "There's no point in living without you." M: "But everyone we knew is gone. Our Earth is gone. We don't have anywhere to call home anymore..!" B: "No. We're home now. Because you're my home... Milo."

Having turned back to his human self, milo is no longer welcome in the death god's realm. bisco and milo happily accept their end, together, as the powers of the universe bear down on them.

However - sugar appears and saves them! their daughter, sugar the mushroom god.

Sugar tells them to destroy izanami's tower and trigger a new cycle of reincarnation. milo refuses, saying that doing so will create a new universe where suffering still exists. but then the souls of their companions all encourage them to do it.

As they fire at and destroy the tower, they turn back into their 17 year old selves.

M: “Do partners stay together forever? Until they die?” B: “Yeah.” M: "And even after they die?" B: "That's right. We'll always be together, Milo."

Everything fades to white again... ...

In the new universe, bisco and milo are together again. they eat, call for actagawa, get ready to ride, then head off to their next unknown adventure.

FIN

Notes

Red has no idea who mare is, implying the ark incident never happened in her timeline.

When milo first activates the soul absorb program and the mushroom ring shows up, hope states that the hellshrooms use soul power to move autonomously.

Kousuke asks the elder mushroom keepers to help with moving the evac caravan, but they don't particularly feel like it until kousuke mentions that the merchants among the group have manga and anime dvds on them (that they can steal need to protect)

Satahabaki refers to amli as "queen consort" (o'kisaki-sama)

As far as i can recall this is the first time we get namari's full name - Namari Koube - as well as kanji for his last name because i think it was written in katakana until now?

Amli and shishi skate #confirmed - amli uses mantas to create "air boards", basically magic hoverboards they can fly around on.

When n'badu fights satahabaki, he damages satahabaki's armor and it's revealed that he has ear piercings, specifically earrings shaped like the scales of justice.

After n'badu's defeat, we see gafune (the elder jabi had beef with) leading mushroom keepers in battle. she and some other elder(?) have this funny exchange: "This'll be our revenge, for Akemi [jabi]...!" --"Ain't he been dead a while now?" "Whatever gets people fired up t' fight!"

Pawoo does some cool moves and then bisco questions whether she should be killing things so brutally in front of salt (who she's carrying in a baby sling) and then paubimi have a silly convo. B: "See, Salt's sayin' you're a bad influence on him." P: "And are you anything other a collection of bad influences? At least learn to stop cursing." M: "But if Bisco isn't allowed to to swear anymore, he won't be able to say anything at all!" B: "Open your damn mouth." M: "He'f goinf to rip ouf my tongue!!!"

The sugar era calendar lists the death years of pawoo and tirol, and we can extrapolate that they died in their 60s rip

Bisco never learned how to read kanji despite living for like a billion years #illiterateking

[mewpathy]

FINALLY. THE REASON WHY I MADE THIS SIDE BLOG. HER.

Been having a TON of brainrot from TOH again and my old mlp next gen habits kicked in sooooo... yeag

More ab her under the cut bc WOOOO BOY i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON HER

So! I think I should begin with just the fact that she is, for lack of a better term, a anomaly. Grimwalkers have never been recorded to reproduce- on top of her being a weird mixture of not really human and not really witch... Uncanny valley for both species yk?

Hunter and Luz were in their mid-20s when Luz got pregnant with Lunala,, which was a shock for both. More Hunter than Luz lmao she was cruising. At the time the two had just started up a cultural exchange of sorts with the human realm so on top of the stress of new baby... yeah it was a time.. Doesn't help that halfway through Luz's body was like- smth,, smth aint right and so while not on bedrest, she did have to tone down her activities and now, with medicine advancing, many theorize that the left over Titan magic in her is the only reason she survived.

Then out popped Lunala! Lil freak of a girl. Hunter cussed out the fact hes a clone bc bby girl gots her wack goofy ahh cousin(?)s blue eyes- Phillips last F u lol- the yellow from Mama only started coming out when she turned 4-ish. On top of that, she got the staple four digits with pawpads all Grimwalkers have and EXTREMELY horrible equilibrium and thermoregulating ability. She is bundled up 24/7 and cant walk without her cane. Messed up gal.

Due to the irregularities of magic during her formation her bile sac cannot filter magic properly- some days she'll be equal to a fully grown witch and others she'll be bedbound due to her own bile sac essentially leaking the excess out of her when a usual one would get rid of the "used up" magic via normal ways- another reason why she uses her cane. On top of this, the excess magic (if she hasn't used any in a while) starts to drip out of her mouth, being almost acidic. A fine line she has to walk between literally spewing acid and being poisoned by her own body. She survives tho! Also her teeth too big for her gotdamn mouth,, queen of braces

BUT OH HO HO. THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM BEING A LIL CREECHER. A GOOFBALL. A MENACE. She looks /TERRIFYING/ when happy/scheming but genuinely means well- taking her Mama's words to heart- "It becomes bullying when no one but yourself is having fun" and essentially tries to make others laugh/be in a good mood,, unfortunately a lot of people find her to be unnerving- only really finding a few good friends in Ophelia- Willow and Amity's adopted daughter-, King, Collector, and a school friend Ricardo- a human on the Boiling Isles via the cultural exchange program.

Outside of other's around her age, she gets along with her parents and family wonderfully! Lunala can be very quiet when she wants too and has found a particular gift for essentially reading people and being able to help them- magical therapist if you will. On top of exploring the human realm with her Auntie Vee (Who has become a cross country explorer and nature conservationist), she has a hell of a time helping her Dad practice for his games or his most recent pailsman carving, or helping her Mama document the entirety of the Boiling Isles or be a proof reader for her Mama's books. Fun stuff!

Her pailsman- Manny- is named after Luz's dad, after seeing pictures her Abuela left out. Manny and Lunala are two peas in a pod- with both being seen as unnerving. On top of that, Manny being a King Cobra gives a slight hint to Lunala's... less than spectacular anger. She doesn't get angry often but when she does her bile sac works overtime with the amount of adrenaline she gets from her anger, which, of course, leads to the acidic overspill and very... unsightly view.

As she gets older, and learns to control her anger more, she'll become a terrifying politician both in the Boiling Isles and in the human realm and hobbyist child psychologist.

ANYWAY ITS MIDNIGHT AND I GOTS SCHOOL BYE HOPW YALL ENJOY THIS RANT

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

A messy review because I'm too excited right now of My Adventures With Superman EP. 5 You Will Believe a Man Can Lie [spoilers ahead]

Okay fucker who makes an entire reaction channel just to go "Nah" at everything. Bitch. Leave my boy jimmy alone.

Oh look more criminals breaking into shit with stolen tech but wait a minute. That isn't fucking red and blue like superman. Naw. Thats fucking orange and black babeyyy

Hmmm I wonder who's following you hehehe

OH HELLO THERE. Holy shit. I was scared I was going to hate his suit but I'm actually digging it. The orange is back in full force.

HELLO SAILOR. (Totally didn't get excited seeing him back I missed his stupid ass.)

Oh shit. Hello Sam hello waller 🤮. Slade what the fuck why are you the govs lap dog man come on. guess the moneys good.

Ouch. Turns out your not so invincible are ya supes

SWORD GUN SWORD GUN SWORD GUN (I want a sword gun ): )

Okay now what in the batman vs superman is this. We know the tech is Kryptonian (probably explains why Slade's swords hurt Clark.) But like. Why does sam hate him so bad WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED.

Anyways blah blah blah Slade slices a bridge (bad Slade) and Sam's like stand down we don't hurt innocent civilians blah blah blah and waller says something about zero day (again what the hell is zero day WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ZERO DAY)

Anyways back to the daily planet where Lois confronts Clark about superman. And how does she prove it. She does what any good self respecting woman would. She throws herself off a fucking building

Anyways after that a big fight happens and they break up??? Lois is mad Clark kept secrets and Clark was scared Lois would say something. Yikes. Well hopefully that gets fixed soon.

We end the episode with Jimmy going on his big foot trip all alone. He had planned it with Clark and Lois but well. Steve was right. It's just jimmy. (Still fuck you Steve fuck ur "NAH" channel) Anyways he finds big foot. Or at least some fucking gorilla and gets kidnapped. (CLARK FIX UR SHIT AND GO SAVE MY BOY GOTDAMN)

Welp. That's a shitty wrap of what happened. I throughly enjoyed this episode. We're starting to piece shit together and I love it. I love Slades return and his suit. I can't wait to see how all of this wraps up. (Probably with Slade losing an eye). Also can't wait for Lois to confront her father because oh boy is that gonna be a shit show. Also I need Lois and Clark to get back together this hurts. Alot. Also

SAVE JIMMY DAMNIT YALL PROMISED TO GO WITH HIM AND THEN YA LEFT HIM

#treatjimmybetterdamnit

Also fuck you Tumblr you ruined the quality of my photos

[zalrb]

Red White and Royal Blue Review

I'm sorry but as the president's son, wouldn't you know not to get drunk at an official engagement like this?

Is that cake about to get ruined because it feels like the cake is about to get ruined. I didn't see the trailer.

2. Yes, it was ruined. I feel like I should be drunk for this.

3. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. I was like what’s going on with Uma Thurman but I realize she’s trying to do an accent. I do not think it’s working.

5. This ... looks weird to me

It almost looks like photoshop, idk.

6. I’ve only been watching this for ten minutes but .. why can’t I remember his name, whatever president son dude, I think he’s the weakest link. The dialogue isn’t as snappy as it thinks it is although I did chuckle at the “you’ll act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency” but Zahra sells the quick “snappy” wit with more ease than he does. He isn’t comfortable with it.

7. Equerry dude is hotter than both of them.

8. Alex. His name is Alex.

9. Honestly, out of the two of them, Alex is acting like the bigger jackass.

10. Yeah, Alex kinda irritates me.

11. He flirts better with Miguel. Those eyes?

like I know we’re not at the flirty part with Henry yet but I can already tell we’re not going to get the same energy.

12. I don’t think you understand the laugh that came out of my mouth when I saw this

because it’s basically like they each got their own Black Best Friend and I know this is supposed to be like DIVERSITY.

13. “Omg people would kill to come to my NYE party” so far, this is a pretty basic party, sir.

14. So Henry is supposed to be uptight and posh and Alex is supposed to be more carefree, the drunk partier dude, but the thing is, the actor doesn’t come across carefree, he feels like he’s trying to be carefree so he actually makes me feel more uptight than Henry because I’m like, you’re not letting loose but you’re supposed to be the loose one.

15. TO THE WINDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW TO THE WALL! TILL THE SWEAT DROPS DOWN MY BALLS!  AH SKEET SKEET MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, AH SKEET SKEET GOTDAMN!

16. LMAOOOOOOOOO. Honestly, I don’t know if them choosing Get Low as the song they’re supposed to see each other across the dance floor and look at each other longingly is brilliant or terrible.

17. Aww Henry wanted a NYE kiss. Sad face.

18. Henry, I just feel like you could do better than Alex?

19. WE GET IT YOU WERE WORKING CLASS

20. Well at least they’re not Malec when they kiss.

21. He’s reminiscent of a a young Al Pacino -- I’m actually thinking of Al Pacino in Scarface but they did darken his skin for Scarface, which is you know.

22. “He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football” this line is wasted on these two. Jesus, give it to people with chemistry.

23.

he deserves a better scene partner.

24. I can’t believe I’m not even an hour in.

25. Alex, do some work!

26. Oh, this banter is terrible. People are comparing this to Merthur?

27. Wait, but I want to know which other famous boys he’s shagged.

28. This is probably the most I’ve cared about them so far

29. And he's blinking rapidly to show he's nervous but it should be in the body language, Alex is kind of just standing there. It should be nervous and exciting and intimate and thrilling, it's just ... kind of happening. Like the dude who plays Henry, his back must be TIRED from carrying all of this.

30. Ah yes,

it's giving

but way less intimate.

31. OK. So. I was going to add a screenshot but I was afraid tumblr would block it if I did so when they're making love, Alex -- who I almost called whatshiface -- says "I can't believe how wrong I was about you" and here's my thing with dialogue during sex scenes and I feel really bad for comparing these two movies because no one deserves this but it reminds me of when anons were like please watch some clips of the um, what's that movie series based on Harry Styles fanfiction -- After -- WE ARE GOING TO PAUSE TO BRING ATTENTION TO THE PROCESS I WENT THROUGH TO GET THE NAME OF THESE FUCKING MOVIES:

I typed in movie based on harry styles fanfiction and then Google was like Anne Hathaway and I was like what no, there's another movie based on One Direction fanfiction?? HOW MANY ARE THERE? then I was like wasn't Jughead in the movie? but then I forgot his real name so I had to be like Riverdale cast and it was like Cole Sprouse and I was like RIGHT! then looked up his fucking filmography and it wasn't there and I was like I swear I saw a clip with him in it and then I was like RIGHT, he is a twin so then I Googled his brother's name then I got Dylan Sprouse and then I looked up HIS filmography and got the name of the movie JUST FOR THIS BRIEF MENTION IN THIS STUPID POST and I was like, but anons can't search the masterlist??????????

anyway there's that scene where they're having sex in her office or something and like in the middle of them having sex he's like "SAY I'M THE ONLY ONE" or something and it just made me laugh because his voice is unaltered, he just delivered the line like they were having a regular conversation and that's what happens here, Alex just says this line and it takes me out of the moment because I'm like you're not being breathy or moaning or something as you talk, you're just talking like normal? THEN DON'T SPEAK.

32. But what does Alex do? Is he in school? Is he ... what does he do? I know he wrote a memo that nobody read and will probably end up being a huge meaningful contribution down the line but he's talking about wishing he could help more and I'm like what's your job? Like you can still help people in whatever job you're doing, like are YOU going to hospitals and talking to dying children? Like what's happening here?

33. And he's going on and on about making his dad proud and being someone who can do something but you're the guy who got drunk at a wedding and made a 75,000 pound cake fall. I...

34. Ah he's a law student. Volunteer at a free law clinic then, jesus christ.

35. OK their together texts are infinitely worse. "I CAN'T HAVE SMUT FILLING MY INBOX".

36. I mean, Miguel is a journalist, Alex, I...

37. So I'm guessing Miguel will break the Alex/Henry story. Because duh.

38. HENRY IS TRYING SO HARD.

39. "Dad, what is this music? It's so not the vibe" I'm sorry but I find Alex insufferable.

40. Oh so Henry DOES read nonwhite authors, jfc.

41. Ohhhhhhh whatshisface, Alex, is having the IT ALL MAKES SENSE moment, which MUST happen when the love interest is singing, HENRY IS HIS FOREVER BOO. And then of course, princes can't be gay so even though Henry feels the same way, I'm sure he'll be all I TOLD YOU NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME.

42. This movie seems like there'll be a rain kiss in it.

43. "Yeah, he's tougher than he looks." You guys were drinking tequila shots, doing karaoke and playing volleyball, not chopping wood for your only source of heat during winter in the Appalachians. Relax.

44. "You can understand my life a little more" which is cool but what about HIS life, Alex? I don't know I just find him extremely self-centered.

45. IT'S LIKE THERE'S A ROPE ATTACHED TO MY CHEST AND IT KEEPS PULLING ME TOWARDS YOU. Yes, I see the Jane Eyre reference.

46. Aww, he's in the pool with his hand over his heart. I needed a better couple for this.

47. And here we go with the downturn before the uptick.

48. He's trying so hard to be melancholy and this is what we get?

A furrowed brow?

49.

I mean are you? What is this, Stefan about Caroline? Please be serious.

50. Well, there's rain. But they're not kissing.

51. "I flew across an ocean" which would be more impressive if you weren't the president's son, Alex.

52.

You didn't actually storm the castle, though. Who are you now, Damon?

53. This should be way more frenzied than it is. He should be yelling, out of his mind, and Henry should be doing exactly what he's doing now.

54.

Well that's because he's amazingly self-centred.

55. ON. HIS. BACK.

56. Stephen Fry being in this is kind of perfect though. I just wish the movie was better.

57. OK well that's over.

[doublegoblin]

Hank and Mikey: The Meeting

Happy Pride to everyone! I wanted to celebrate by writing a little gay fluff. I love these men just about as much as they love each other.

“Martha this has ta be, and I mean this with no exaggeration, the best gotdamn tuna casserola I’ve eva’ had. Pardon my French and all that.” Hank spoke through a napkin covered mouth.

Mikey jabs his husband in the ribs with his elbow; while maintaining a civil face.

“Gah! Cripes, I said I was sorry!” Hank rubs the wound.

Martha blushes and laughs gently “Well thank you Hank. It’s a family recipe, maybe my boy can teach it to you one day.”

“Oh Mah, you know I couldn’t do it justice. Besides Hank I don’t think has the patience for it.” He sips the coffee that had been gently steaming.

Ding Dong

Martha perks up “Oh my, is it time already?” Pushing back from the table she scampers out of the room.

Hank and Mikey exchange looks and shrugs. Hank was quick to start filling his face again.

Click clack click clack

The pungent stench of over priced perfume covers the savory notes of the casserole. Heavy and pointed steps echo on the tile flooring. As the noise draws closer, the soft jangle of many rings of jewelry. Then, a high pitched squeal.

“Oh mah gawd little Mikey!” Tan skin, long black hair, and a garish outfit of mismatched furs and fabrics.

“Theresa!” Mikey jumps from his seat and embraces the woman. Both speak in quick garbled inside lines and messages before Mikey turns and presents her to Hank. “Theresa, this is my husband Hank. Hank, this is my cousin Theresa.”

Hank, red in the face, quickly swallows the food in his mouth and wipes it with his napkin. He stands and offers his hand “How ya doin’- I mean, a pleasure.” His hand covers hers like a baseball mitt.

A pleasant quiet falls over the dinner table. Hank, now keenly aware of his posture and eating habits, sits idly like a statue as the cousins reconnect. He was happy just soaking in the happy glow of his husband. Then Theresa turns her attention to him.

“Now Hank, Aunt Martha says you are quite the story tella’.” She leans forward in her chair, her emerald eyes piercing through him.

“I-I mean I can spin a good yahn yeah.” He shifts in his chair.

“C’mon Hank, don’t be so modest.” Mikey rests a warm hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently.

Theresa scoots her chair closer, it squeaks loudly “I know just what I wanna hear! Mikey has been keeping his trap shut about it, how did you two get togetha’?”

“W-well I don’t kn-know about dat one.” Hank looks at Mikey. His gentle smile and light shoulder patting put Hank at ease. “Alright alright, twist mah arm why don’t cha?” He smiles coyly and rests his hand on Mikeys “So I had just spied this handsome sumbitch on a…uh…dating application.”

“He means Grindr.” Mikey interjects, turning Hank a brilliant shade of scarlet.

“Y-yeah that…anyway-”

***

It was a crisp spring morning. Not a single cloud in the sky to hide away the brilliant blue. A gentle wind carries along it the sweet scene of newly bloomed flowers, fresh lawn clippings, and fresh linens from beyond the eyes. In this beautiful time was a quaint little park; nestled amongst the only greenery left in the city. Here the sounds and smells of the concrete jungle could, at least for a time, be forgotten. In this park was a bench sat near a duck pond, and on this bench was a man of stout stature fidgeting with his collar.

Thick black hair was slicked back into wavy rows, the gel glinting in the high noon sun. His face was cleanly shaven but dark stubble was once more betraying his boyish appearance. Arms looking to be bursting out of his juniper purple polo, a size too small, the color complementing his complexion. Grabbing a handkerchief from his tan cargo shorts, he dabbed away the beaded sweat from his brow. 

He keeps glancing down at his phone.

“Hank?” A voice calls from behind the man.

He shoots up at attention before shrinking back down to a reserved slouch, head lowered slightly.

Turning to face the voice his heart fluttered.

Standing across from him was the most handsome son of a bitch he had ever laid eyes on. He was lanky sure, but he filled out that navy blue button up and black slacks no problem. Long brown hair was tied in a back ponytail that playfully flitted about on the breeze. And that knitted vest, how could he not be entranced by the handmade clothing?

Before he could think further he was wrapped in a warm embrace. The man’s cologne tickling his nose.

“Oh Hank, it’s so great to finally meet up!” the man squeezed tighter, then just as quickly let go and took a step back and cleared his throat, “sorry, I should have asked.” He rubbed the back of his neck and forced a chuckle.

“N-n-no you’re g-good.” Hank pulled at his collar to try and cool off. “L-likewise Mikey.”

Awkward exchanges out of the way the men took a seat back on the bench and remained in silence. When one would go to speak, so would the other. They were caught in a standstill.

“Eh-hem, so Hank…did you have anything you’d like to do?” Mikey rested his hand on Hank’s, but his eyes remained averted.

“W-well, since you a-asked, I do.” Don’t say you, don’t say you! “I know of a really nice café down the road. Would you like to grab a cup?” Hank motioned vaguely in its direction.

Mikey smiled and nodded, “That sounds nice.”

So the men made their way out of the greenery and back into the gray. As they walked they made small talk about their day, what they had been up to since they last messaged each other, and other easy to digest topics. Reaching their destination both men made an attempt to open the door for the other, that was until another guest was leaving the establishment and held it open for the two. With muffled thanks they scampered into the dimly lit establishment.

Inside the sounds of chimes and bells filled the air, along with ethereal instruments. The air was chilled but not cold and strange aromas pestered. Staff waited in stiff stillness behind the counters, their faces contorted into proximations of pleasant smiles. As the men approached the register the cashier leaned forward and grinned widely at the men.

“Good afternoon gentlemen, welcome to Titania's Tonics, what will we be having today?” Her voice was more of a croak than actual words.

Hank and Mikey were too busy looking at the long list of drinks to notice her clawed fingers and subtly pointed ears.

“So what are you thinking?” Hank muttered to Mikey.

“I’m not sure, what do you usually get?”

“Oh this is my first time, like I know of the place, but uh, never been in.” Hank shrugged and looked to the cashier, “Hi, um, can I just get a black coffee please?”

“Certainly, and for you sir?” She looked to Mikey.

“What kind of blend is your coffee made of?” He was still looking at the menu.

“Oh we use a house blend, all of our beans are grown back home and roasted on site. It’s a proprietary blend however, can’t share. Now what can we started for you?” Her grip on the register tightened, the plastic creaking.

“I’ll just have the same, a black coffee please.” Mikey smiled politely at the cashier, unaware of the predatory glint in her eyes.

“Of course. Now,” she licked her lips “may I have your names?”

Hank looked around the empty café and then back at the menu, “Wait sec, how much is this costing us? I’m, uh, noticing your prices ain’t posted.”

“I can get the bill Hank, don’t worry about it.” Mikey smiled and went to get his wallet.

Hank placed a hand on Mikey’s wrist, “Nah, nah, that ain’t it,” he looked to the cashier who was staring blankly at the men, “hey uh, ain’t you guys also suppose to be wearing name tags and such?”

The cashier forced a polite smile, “I left mine at home.”

Hank furrowed his brow and shook his head taking Mikey by the arm, “I’m sorry, no disrespect meant, but I think we’re going to take our business elseplace. Please have yourself a lovely day and a blessed evening.”

With minor protest Mikey was dragged by Hank out of the building and down the block, “Hank, I’m sorry but what was that all about?” Mikey asked, slightly embarrassed and flustered, pulling his arm away from Hank.

Hank paced back and forth on the sidewalk taking a couple deep breaths, “Look I’m sorry to have done that all sudden like, but, I know a front when I smell one. And that there, that weren’t no ordinary coffee shop. No prices listed, no identifying tags, and I think I saw a dude in the back without a hairnet.” Hank leaned against a wall and rubbed his neck and let out a long exhale.

Mikey leaned next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Hank tensed at the touch but relaxed and nodded, “I’m sorry, I was runnin’ off pure instinct. Are you? Hope I didn’t embarrass you much.”

Mikey chuckled, “ Well, it was a little jarrin’ but, I’ll trust your judgment on this. Here,” Mikey took out his phone and typed in a search request, “let’s go to Howie’s Hoagies and have a bite yeah?” He got up from the wall, walked a few steps and looked back, “My treat, I owe you for being my hero.” He winked, turned, and kept walking.

Hank was red as a tomato but followed.

After their pleasant, uneventful, meal; the men made their way back to the park. The bustle of the city was all around them at this point. Sticking close Hank found his hand in Mikey’s on a few occasions. He wasn’t going to complain. On their way Mikey spotted an antiques store and with muted protest Hank was shepherded inside. 

The inside of the shop was lined floor to ceiling with pottery, old books, furniture of some Mediterranean origin, and countless statues. Hank shuffled behind Mikey who was fervently lost like a child in a candy store. Each new art piece was something to ogle and inspect. 

They must have milled around the store for an hour or so before the owner slinked out from behind her counter. Her skin was dark bronze and sparkled in the light of the sun that filtered through the tinted windows. Her hair, thick braids, was tucked under a large olive sunhat. On her face rested a pair of dark sunglasses. Her movements were fluid and flowing as she weaved between the different aisles and shelves. The only sound to betray her presence was the clattering of her cane.

“Are you gentlemen finding everything alright?” Her voice slithered from her mouth in a motherly tone.

Mikey was currently engrossed in an etched bowl of stark white and deep blues. Hank was slouched over on an ornate footstool, snoring softly.

Looking up at the owner Mikey smiled and nodded, “Yes thank you. I must say you have an amazing collection of items! I’ve never seen so many antiques together outside of a museum, where did you get all of this, if you don’t mind me asking.” 

“I’m glad you enjoy them,” she runs a finger along the chin of a nearby bust, “they are from back home. In my youth I was quite the collector of, fine, items. That bowl you have there, used to belong to my great-great-grandmother.”

Mikey gently sets the bowl down, “Amazing, why part with such sentimental things though?” His attention is caught by a large vase.

“Well, sadly, rents and leases can’t be paid for with old-world trinkets now can they?” She laughs.

Mikey has lifted the vase and is looking over the detailing of the paint, “If only, what are you askin’ for for this here?” He held the vase out to her.

Running a taloned finger across the terracotta she is silent as she thinks, “For that one, $2,000.”

Mikey beams, “Sold!”

Guiding him back to the register she sets a large weather tome down on the counter. Scanning over the pages she taps the spot on the page with the item description. Mikey fills out the identification out as needed but pauses.

“I’m sorry, but I’m,” he blushes, “well I’m kind of on a date, would it be alright if I left this here until I, or someone, can come around and pick it up?”

“That’s quite alright. Please keep in mind I do close my store around 5pm. Now how will you be paying?” She places a couple fingers on the upper rims of her glasses.

Mikey digs in his pockets, “Is check okay?” He sets his checkbook down on the counter.

“Check is perfectly acceptable.” She lowers her glasses a touch as he fills out the check.

Head down and writing, “A follow up question, do you accept donations?”

“I do.” She has lowered her glasses away from her eyes.

“Perfect.” He fills in the amount.

Glancing down at the check the owner is given pause, “Sir, I’m sorry but the vase is only $2,000.”

“I’m aware,” As he goes to hand her the check she fumbles as she places her glasses back over her eyes “but as you said, old trinkets don’t pay the bills. You have such a lovely collection, it would be a shame to see it all end up in the dump.” He smiles and goes to get Hank.

Muttering in his sleep Hank yelps in surprise when Mikey wakes him. The two share an awkward laugh before heading back out of the store. They do not see the owner holding the check and crying softly, an exhausted smile on her lips.

Now two men find themselves sat in a paddle boat, which is of course in the shape of a swan. The low sun casts not a harsh heat but a comforting glow around them and the pond. Hand in hand they lazily drift about the waters. They were discussing things about themselves, things not meant for instant messaging, and the events of the day. Between the shop and here, they had made several other detours and impromptu stops.

“So uh, Mikey,” Hank starts after an enjoyable stretch of comfortable silence “I um, I had a nice time today.”

“Mmhmm, me too Hank.” Mikey rubs the side of Hank’s hand with his thumb.

“Think you’d…um…I don’t know…maybe do this again?”

“I think I would, yeah.” Mikey smiles and rest his head on Hank’s shoulder.

“G-g-good! I m-mean, I’m gl-gl-glad. Cripes! Is it fuckin’ hot out here or what?” He fans himself and shifts his weight nervously.

Mikey chuckles and lifts his head. Placing a hand on the side of Hank’s head he looks into his eyes. Hank is frozen like a deer in the headlights. His breathing quick.

“You know, they say you shouldn’t kiss on the first date.” Mikey smirks and leans in a little closer.

Hank swallows hard and leans in a little closer as well, his face beet red, “Y-yeah?”

Both men can feel each other's breath and body heat as they get closer and closer.

Suddenly something cold and wet grabs Hank around the waist and he is pulled overboard. All at once the heat of the mid-day sun is washed away by an all consuming stagnant deluge. Sharp points dig into the side as the light grows dimmer and dimmer. He tries to look around but sees only the algal green of the water, and his own air bubbles fleeing to the surface. His vision starts to go dark as he hears a loud splash from above. Then, darkness. 

The next thing he hears is a voice calling out to him. He then feels something warm and soft against his lips. Then his chest expands and everything floods back.

Sitting up he gasps and coughs, his head pounding. He presses on one side of his nose and expels water from the otherside, doing the same to the opposite side. 

“What the fuck happened?” He croaks.

Mikey hands him something warm and soft, “Some bum tried to pull you under I think, I didn’t get a good look at the bastard.”

Hank dries his face off and realizes that the thing he was handed, was the vest Mikey had been wearing. Looking now at this date he saw him just as drenched. He hands the vest back but Mikey holds up a hand in refusal.

“Thanks for saving me.” Hank continues to dry his face and hair.

“I guess this makes us even.” Mikey jokes sitting close to Hank.

Hank pauses and takes a deep breath, he quickly turns and pecks Mikey on the cheek before looking back down at the ground, his head spinning. Mikey laughs and taps Hank on the shoulder. The two share a long look before leaning in, closing their eyes, and sharing their actual first kiss.

***

“Aaaaand, that is about how it went.” Hank leans back in his chair grinning.

The mother and sister sit in silence before erupting into high pitch noises.

“Oh-my-gawd! That is too freaking cute!” Theresa shrieks “Like somethin’ out of a movie!”

The rest of the conversation that evening was focused around the story. As the men indulged in the interrogation, they sat close to one another, hand in hand.

[hausofmamadas]

Okay, the audible actual scream that escaped from my esophagus upon seeing this specific pairing, there are no words in the English language there might be Spanish but I’m not proficient enough to know what that would be to sufficiently describe the sound. Just know it was indescribable bc I put these two together in my head, all👏🏽the👏🏽mf👏🏽time and I did a dance that looked something like this:

And by god, you. did. not. disappoint. On sight you didn’t disappoint the only disappointment was the fact that my life was full fuckindjsjsjsbs e ruined with the following: When the first man offered him a bribe, he smashed his head into his shitty little plywood desk, and although the desk broke and the head did not, he left it there. Zero broken bones, zero bullets: Gentlemanly, even. Like the sick fuckingjsjsjss GLEEE THIS BROUGHT ME bc it’s correctness is so fucking undeniable, I have no real choice but to kick my feet together, nod vigorously into my phone screen, saying “YES, THAT’S ABSOLUTELY CORRECT.” Also can’t help but be reminded of that thing I said in my Benjamayo fic, like Mayo not being able to find a reason to be impolite even if he’s setting someone on fire. Bc it’s justsjsjsjs absurd the lines between these two men are so blurred, I’m like marveling at the mental gymnastics Carrillo has to do in order to not see the similarities and you always fucking nail that contradiction and conflict every gotdamn time you write him.

OH HEY, wanna know another thing you always do well????? ROASTING TF OUT OF OUR POBRECITO EXPRESSWAY CONDUCTOR JAVIER PEÑA BC I WAS LEGITSJDJE FUCKINF SUFFOCATING, GIVING MYSELF HAIRLINE FRACTURES ON MY RIBS FLAILING AROUND, LAUGHINF AT THIS READ: In the interim, Carrillo had been forced to make due with Peña, who wasn’t as stupid as he looked and had the singular virtue of being unkillable as only an American could be—but it wasn't the same. The fact that this roasts the Lady Red White and Blue herself at the same time, like I shouldn't expect anything less, right, and yet I'm still filled with a childish delight when a roast is this correct.

BUT THENNNNSJSJSJS HERE WE GO, THE MARCH MADNESS OF MARCH MADNESSES OF THESE TWO BEHEMOTHS like I have thoight about them so much and it's bc they both occupy the same space in my mind for just straight-up character vibes. Like there's so many similarities: the militant, no-nonsense attitude towards arrogant gringo DEA agents coming in and thinking they can fix everything, the general buzz of rage that legit vibrates the air molecules around, like the do-not-fuck-with-me-im-dangerous demeanor that followsnthem whereever they go, the fact that they’re in a state of hypervigilance i.e. He was measuring the distance between himself and Calderoni with his eyes, but then, so was everyone else. BUT THEN MY DUDE YOU FUCJINGJDJSJWHWWHWHBE MAANGE TO CAPTURE THAT IT IN JUST ONE SIMPLE EXCHANGE????????? BC YOU ARE A HOUDINI OF WORDS AND CHARACTER ANALYSIS: “Wow,” he said, clapping slowly a few times, the loud sounds getting swallowed up by the dingy little room filled with men. As ugly as Calderoni made it, there was a hint of respect there too; this was the sort of look Carrillo was used to receiving from all quarters, but never in this context. To flee was not an option. “They told me to watch out for you,” Calderoni said. Carrillo tilted his head a half-inch in acknowledgement; he was the sort of man that needed a warning, and he felt that was fair.

LIKE SWEET CHRIST LORDT IN HEAVEN GIVE ME THE STRENGTH NOT TO WRITE THE PHD DISSERTATION ID LIKE TO WEITE ABOUT TBIS. Ughhhhhsjeheheuwwuwuwwb okay– how do we pull it together. I mean– I don’t even– so, you just get it. Like something these two share, in my estimation, is not just aspects of tbeir personalities but also the influence of those traits on the image they project to other people. Like in my mind, ppl perceive them probably pretty similarly. The respect I imagine their singleness of purpose although Calderoni’s is harder to figure out and ultimately more subject to interpretation/speculation but is more singular in S1 engenders in their subordinates, esp ones who are firmly mission-aligned with them, as Trujillo is with Carrillo and Kiki was with Calderoni somewhat, in S1. And really, the whole thing is just making me sit here in :woah-weebay: marveling at the brilliance and the fact that you managed to have so much impact in just 771 words like no forreal, honestly, really, what the fuck, where do you get off at being so concise while simultaneously slapping me in the gotdamn face out of nowhere like I’m on candid camera and is that really necessary bc you know what I’ve been through????? and also asking myself and you:

two tests

771 word ficlet for @narcosfandomdiscord's #narcoctober challenge: write an og narcos and mx narcos crossover. tw for canon-typical events

Most men got tested three times; Carrillo only got tested twice. 

He was in another country, a de facto representative of Colombia, and as such, he was on his best behavior. When the first man offered him a bribe, he smashed the man’s head into his shitty little plywood desk, and although the desk broke and the head did not, he left it there. Zero broken bones, zero bullets: civilized. Gentlemanly, even.

“Going soft,” Trujillo teased him later, and Carrillo laughed as he told him to go fuck himself. 

Trujillo was the one good thing about being in Mexico, a true partner of the soft Carrillo hadn’t had since sometime in the early eighties after the last of his partners had finally been killed. In the interim, Carrillo had been forced to make due with Peña, who wasn’t as stupid as he looked and had the singular virtue of being unkillable as only American could be—but it wasn’t the same.

He had missed this, he let himself think as Trujillo grumblingly, happily, paid their tab for the night.

The next day, when the second man offered him a bribe, Carrillo was in a good mood. However, he felt he had neglected to make his point the day before, and so he decided to detain the man instead of arresting him outright. Trujillo knew the score, they found themselves a little hole in the wall, and the grim work began. 

Calderoni found them there during the cleanup, with Carillo marking new locations on a map in red marker, Trujillo sharpening his knife, and their assigned driver halfheartedly wielding a bloody mop.

“Carillo,” said Calderoni said in the voice of a reproving grandfather. “Thought this was supposed to be a fact-finding mission.”

“It is,” said Carillo, unbothered, not even looking up from the map as Calderoni’s men began to fill the space around him. “Good news: we’ve found some facts.” As the soldiers began to carry out the body, he started rattling off addresses one by one. 

Something was wrong, and he sensed it instinctively before he even knew why. Lifting his head, he saw that the soldiers around him were watching him with their hands resting on their weapons, and that Calderoni’s eyes were far too serious under his veneer of calm complacency.

Trujillo had stopped sharpening his knife. That was the wrongness he’d sensed.

On a hunch, Carrillo straightened up, put the marker down, and walked towards them, straying a little to the right to avoid the pool of blood. He discovered that he had been right. He hadn’t wanted to be right.

Calderoni had his gun jammed into the small of Trujillo’s back.

“What?” Carrillo said. 

It was a challenge, not a question. He was measuring the distance between himself and Calderoni with his eyes, but then, so was everyone else. 

He did not look at Trujillo.

“Repeat that last address,” Calderoni said.

“881 Lope de Vega.”

Something went over Calderoni’s face, brief as a twitch. 

“Wow,” he said, clapping slowly a few times, the loud sounds getting swallowed up in the dingy little room filled with men. As ugly as Calderoni made it, there was a hint of respect there, too; this was the sort of look Carrillo was used to receiving from all quarters, but never in this context. It made his whole body light up with pure animal instinct. To flee was not an option.

“They told me to watch out for you,” Calderoni said. 

Carrillo tilted his head a half-inch in acknowledgement; he was the sort of man that needed a warning, and he felt that was fair.

There was a moment of not-quite silence as Calderoni let out a long-suffering sigh. “I didn’t realize it would take you less than three days.”

“I don’t have time to waste,” said Carilllo.

“Neither do I.”

With that, Calderoni withdrew his gun from where it had been jammed against Trujillo’s back. To his pride, Carillo noticed that Trujillo didn’t so much as slump in relief, only letting out a barely perceptible breath. 

Then Calderoni handed the gun to Trujillo. 

“Well?” he said.

As Carrillo looked across the room through the sea of soldiers, Trujillo met his eyes without a hint of emotion, alive only as a question. For at the end of all things, they reverted to their oldest, truest selves: Carrillo as colonel who could bend for no one, and Trujillo as the one who would carry on when he could not.

Carrillo couldn't even nod, but he didn't need to.

Most men got tested three times; Trujillo only got tested once.

He passed with flying colors.

[sometimesitrainsinla]

These colors do something to me

[leatherbookmarking]

211227 lhk studio weibo update ♪♪♪

[mc-slowwalker]

The stress that awesamde dude’s face reveal has given me proves to me that I will never be okay with a dream face reveal

[yootaesowlwrites]

Wanna Have - Mick Schumacher

Prompts: Prompt B100— “You wanna have sex with me?”

Warnings: Self touching, suggestive, begging, sex hinted.

W/C: 729

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 16+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were laying on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone the television was on as background noise, one of your legs were bent and leaning against the backrest of the couch, you hear footsteps entering the living room, you look past your phone screen and saw Mick standing there, sweat coating his skin, his hair sticking to his forehead, you could hear him breathing hard, your eyes move lower and saw the t-shirt sticking to his skin.

“Did you have a good workout?” You ask, moving your eyes back to your phone screen, you didn’t want to show it, not to him, but the way he looked had a big effect on you, seeing him all sweaty after a workout was working you up.

“Hmm, it was good,” He says, he walks past you and to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, you wait a few minutes, listening if his footsteps would be returning, when it didn’t sound like it, you lock your phone and move your arm over your eyes, your other hand moves over your stomach and underneath your shirt, up to your breast, you take in a deep breath as you begin touching your breast, your fingers press into the fleshy skin, your skin slowly heats up, you try to focus on listening if there are any footsteps returning, but it was becoming harder to listen as your heartbeat drummed loudly in your ears.

Mick steps back into the living room and pauses as he watched you, your hand was up your shirt, and he could see your hand was playing with your breast, he looks down at his feet, he had taken his shoes off in the kitchen to wash them later, he moves closer to the couch, you didn’t hear his footsteps on the carpet, you let out a content sigh and move your hand lower, you take your bottom lip between your teeth, his eyes carefully watched where your hand went, and just as you were about to slip it into your waistband, he gripped your wrist, stopping you, you gasp, and you move your arm away from your eyes to look at him, his eyes slowly move up from your waistband before meeting your eyes.

“As much as I would love to watch you touch yourself,” He begins to say, you could see his blue eyes becoming darker with lust. “I could do with an extra workout, so, do you wanna have sex with me?” You swallow and nod your head, gotdamn, you did, fuck, especially if he was looking like that, sweat coated skin and lust covered eyes. “Let’s go,” He pulls at your hand, you quickly get the message that he wanted you up from the couch, you quickly stood from the couch and follow behind him to the bedroom, once you were inside the bedroom, he pulls you towards the bed before having you sit down on it. “Do you want to keep touching yourself or do you want me to do it?” Your lips part to answer him, but nothing came out, he cups your cheek, caressing it. “Vocal consent, vocal confirmation, yes or no.”

“Yes, fuck, I want you to fuck me, I want you to touch me, fuck, please…” You practically beg him, you look up at him with big needy eyes. “Please, touch me, please, Mick…” His thumb slid over your cheek and leans down.

“That’s much better,” He says, he leans down, your eyes follow him as he does, you shut your eyes as you feel his lips on yours, he pushes you backwards with the kiss and leans over your, his hands press into the mattress next to your head, the sound of your lips moving together bounced off the walls, you reach up and place your hand on the side of his neck, your fingertips sliding into his hair on the back of his head, your legs spread as you feel him moving between them, he moves one knee against your clothed core, you gasp in the kiss and his tongue slips past your lips, you feel him rubbing his knee against your core, your insides churn in pleasure, your toes curl as your skin flares up, the temperature quickly rises and sweat begins forming on your skin, excitement courses through your veins, excitement for what was to come.

[dmc-tings]

If I may. The Four Lords with a reader who is a child of the Bakers who moved to the village, for whatever reason, like a year before Eveline showed up at the house and infected them.

How would they handle the news that their humans parents were infected for years and are now dead? Like would they try to hide the deaths, would they be honest and tell the reader about what happened and how would they go about comforting you? Would they try and track down Lucas and Zoe to bring them to the village?

Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords

(This was an interesting one! Very fun to write!! Thank you for this and I hope you enjoy it! I added Joe cause his dlc was bussin)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had no idea about your family background

And didn't care to ask you, since you never brought it up

But you where in the library with her

Picking out a book, when you came across a file

"Huh. You knew about the Bakers? They were my family."

"Oh?" Alcina asked, raising a brow at you, "Well they were killed. If they wher-"

You paused, shaking, "What? They... they where killed ?"

Alcina moved to your side, putting a comforting arm around you

"Yes. My Love... did you care for them?"

You nodded, almost choking on your emotions

'Dead.' You thought

You didn't even really say goodbye

Your father, Jack, didn't want you to leave the safety of their home

But your mother, Marguerite, insisted that there was more to the world, than just that old ass swamp

Zoe and Lucas really didn't want you to leave either

But you left, Lucas helping you navigate away and Zoe giving you some money, that she saved up

"The mold... The girl, Eveline, she took over the home... and your parents are gone. But your siblings and uncle live."

You looked at her in shock, you didn't know who Eveline was

But some of your family was alive!

When Alcina saw the hope in your eyes, she smiled, "What would you like me to do?"

"Try and bring them here! Please!"

She nodded, your wish was her command

For months, she had known you might want your family with you

They were being held away from the Castle, so she could surprise you

Though getting Joe and the BSAA soldiers that surrounded said home

Joe was also taken

"Come. I have something to show you." She stood up, towering over you, keeping a hand on your back

You stood, letting her lead you out

Through the Castle and Vineyard, you came up to a house, small enough for a few people

You heard yelling, a familiar voice

"LET US OUT YOU GIANT BITCH!! FUCKIN-"

"Will you shut up? She said, there was someone here we knew."

"HOW LONG DO WE HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE-"

You rushed to the door, kicking it down

"OW!! GOTDAMN IT!!"

Tears welled up in your eyes again

"LUCAS? ZOE!? UNCLE JOE!!"

They were speechless as well

What a happy family reunion!

Tears and hugs were given

Joe stood up, from hugging you three, to look at Alcina, "Thank you from keeping my youngest (niece/nephew) safe."

Alcina looked away, "No need to thank me, human. I didn't care for any of you, but I knew this would make them happy."

Angie and Donna Beneviento

Angie noticed that you had been feeling a bit down lately

So she told Donna about it, whom rushed to your side

"My Dear, what's the matter? Angie says your feeling blue."

You looked at her, a sad look in your eyes

"Ah... its nothing really, Love. Im... im just think about my family. I havent really been able to know anything going on with them..."

It really bothered you, and both of the ladies could see that

Donna looked at you and took your hand

"Do you remember how they looked, the last time you saw them?"

You nodded sadly, smiling wistfully

"Yep, Momma was making me a cake, for me finishing off collage. Pops he was rebuilding the old car, with my brother Lucas. And Zoe, she and I were playing in the front yard, supposing to do chores."

Donna nodded, and a bit of pollen began to swirl around you both

You sat up straight, it was your family

The Baker's, as you knew them

They were happy to see you

It made your heart burst, and you smiled

Tears falling down your cheeks, as your family gathered around you and Donna hugging you both

It felt good to see them, even though you knew it really wasn't them

Donna wiped your tears, and you sighed contently

Starting a conversation with your "mother" and "father"

Your "siblings" talking to Angie and Donna

A few hours later the pollen wore off

But you where happy, and turned to Donna

Giving her a kiss, "Thank you. I dont know what's happened to them... but that was good for me. I appreciate it."

But Donna didn't smile back, and Angie grew quiet

"Your family. They... your parents are dead..."

You looked at her, shocked, "How-"

"Mother Miranda has said that their one with the mold..."

You took that information in, knowing about your parents... was a bit of a... surprise

"And my brother and sister?"

Donna shook her head, smiling, "Alive and safe from that."

You smiled and thanked her again with a kiss

You may not be able to see them, in real life, but you COULD see them all as you remembered them

Salvatore Moreau

You had told Salvatore all about your home life, before moving to the village

He had asked about your family, trying to compare his own with yours

You sympathetically told him that you and your siblings ACTUALLY got alone

And that your family was always tight

Your mother cooked badass meals

And your dad was always the person to run to for the best advice and protection

Your brother was a delinquent genius

And your sister was always happy to just be there for you

While his "family" left alot to be desired

You had pictures of them, which you shared

He looked at them with wonder, seeing how happy you were

This is when he decided to get them, well the alive ones

His Cadou experiments had changed

Making them more human, to infiltrate the regular world and kidnap your family

He surprised you one day

Encouraging you to go for a moonlit walk with him

Yelling was coming from a nearby cave

"Moreau, Love. I dont-"

"Its not, my most Precious. I swear, you will love this surprise."

You gave him a frown and let him continue to lead you on

Inside the cave, you where met with 3 cages

Joe, Lucas and Zoe!

Your jaw dropped, and Moreau clapped happily as you rushed and unlocked the cages

Embracing your family, though Joe pulled away ready to blast Moreau away

After a long explanation, your family accepted the fish man as their own

Moreau was careful to hid your family from Mother Miranda

Sadly, he couldn't save your mother and father, but the rest of your family were safe in his domain

Karl Heisenberg

You both were having dinner when he asked you about your birth name

"Oh. It's Baker... I think. I was adopted by them."

"Adopted? Hope they treated you better than that bitch, Miranda." He scoffed

You laughed, assuring him that they did

Then you went into stories about your family

As you finished up a story about you and Lucas dodging the cops and taking quite the ass whoopin from Jack

You noticed Heisenberg narrowing his eyes at the names in the story

"Jack... Marguerite.... Zoe... Lucas... Joe..." he grumbled letting the names roll off of his tongue

Then he stood up, and looked at you

"THEM BAKERS!?"

You jumped at his outburst, then nodding slowly at him

"HOLY SHIT!! THEIR- Well the kids and uncle still live." He told you

You looked at him like he had gone absolutely mad

"What are you talking about, Karl?"

He sat back down, holding both your hands in his, looking you in the eyes

He was serious when he did this

Karl explained to you about the mold and what happened in Louisiana, a couple years ago

"Miranda had a file on them. I dont know how the hell she got it, but I managed to take a peek at it. I had no idea you were one of them."

You sat back in your chair, processing the information

"My... my siblings and uncle are ok?" You huffed with relief

Karl nodded, pulling you into a hug, comforting you

You fell into his embrace, "Thank you for telling me..."

Heisenberg let out a hum and rubbed your back

You opened your mouth to speak

"No." He cut you off, "im not going. And im not sending anyone. You KNOW what Miranda planning..."

You nodded, and buried your face in his chest

You were happy that they would be safe from her

But sad that you may never see them

Heisenberg had a plan for you to be saved as well

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou does your hair

In this I'll be using my hair products cause i don't know any other. Blue magic, cantu, and Shea Moisture don't work for me. My hair hates it and breaks off🤷🏿‍♀️

I used to use Grandma's Recipe but its not moisturizing my hair anymore since i moved to Vegas so i have been using ™WonderGro (Jamaican Black Castro Oil) for grease and ™Elite (total body care) for both shampoo, conditioner, and face oil. I gots me some vitamin c serum for dark spots cause i don't use make-up.

I have super sensitive skin that switches 25/40 (i cant use suave anymore cause now im alergic to it.) And i break out easy so trust me if i recommend any products in regards to skin care😂

Sorry this is getting long, enjoy the fluff

The day was here. The day you’ve dreaded since you and Katsuki started living together. Wash day.

Up until now, all Katsuki had seen you wearing were different variations of braids. He had a vague idea that not all your hair was real but he has never seen your hair free and in the wild.

“Hey Bakugou, do you have anything to do today?” you ask nonchalantly as your boyfriend walks through the door. “No.” was his only response as he sat next to you. You cringe as he buries his face into your braids and you  imagine the dust and dirt falling on his eyelashes. 

(I’ve only let it get that bad twice in my life)

“Well, could you please find something to do?” That got his attention as he sits up and glares at you. “Why are you trying to get rid of me all of a sudden?” You close your eyes regretting even starting the conversation. “Look today I need to wash my hair so I really need to focus, Baku.” 

Bakugou is, of course, confused as he looks at your hair to see if something was wrong with it. “So why don’t you wash it, I won’t bother you?” You scream inside your head at his persistence but press on. “Because Bakugou, you’ve never seen my natural hair and I’m not sure if I want you to yet.”

You peek your eyes open to see Bakugou’s reaction and to your horror, absolute boredom was present on his face. “That sounds like a personal problem because now I’m not leaving, in fact, let's go do it now.” 

“Bakugou! Please!” you wail as he drags you to your shared bathroom. You try to dodge and weave but consequently get your hair caught in his steel grip as he held onto a group of your braids. “Stop struggling and sit your pretty ass down.”

You pout as you plop down on the toilet seat but watch with curious eyes as Bakugou grabs your rat tail comb and stabs a spot in-between your braids. “What are you doing?’ He scoffs as he elegantly unbraids your hair. “I doubt you wash your hair while it’s still braided idiot.”

With calm accuracy, Bakugou takes down your hair from left to right, smacking your hands when you try to help. "You didn't want to do your hair with me around so I don't want you raising a hand to help!"

When Bakugou finishes, he grabs the mountain of hair and looks at you with wide eyes as he takes in your real hair. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You groan hiding your face in embarrassment. Bakugou shrugs, "I didn't expect it to be that short." He bags the rest of your hair and leaves to throw it out as you wallow in self pity.

With frustrated tears you turn away from him with your arms crossed. A hand hits you on the back of your head, "What's that face for!?" You turn towards him with your lip jutted out, "You said my hair is short!"

Bakugou looked at you dumbly as he watched you glare at your toes. With a sigh Bakgou turns on the shower as he speaks, "I never said it was a bad thing. Hell, i wouldn't care if you were bald." You study his face and feel your heart flutter. It wasn't often you got to see the side of him.

Your suddenly hit with a face full of pressurized water as Bakugou points the shower head at you, "Get that dumb look off your face and get in the shower!"

After you recover from your drowning, you get into the shower and put shampoo on your hair. Humming your favorite song, you massage the liquid into your scalp, completely missing the sound of the curtain opening.

It wasn't until you felt a warm presence behind you and breath tickling your ear. "Why do you have the water at 100 gotdamn degrees in here!?" In your haste, you nearly slip and bang your face against the shower wall. "I'm not even gonna ask." Katsuki muttered as he adjusted the knob.

"Why are you in the shower with me?" Bakugou rolls his eyes and turns you back around, and for a moment you thought he wanted to get ✨freaky deaky✨ in the shower. That of course was until you felt fingers rub your scalp in soothing circles.

"Ah~" Bakugou smirked as he heard your sound of pleasure. In reality, he was taking the time to get used to touching your hair. Because it was in braids, he never got to fully feel your hair texture. But now he could not only feel it dry but wet and he must say it's a strange feeling.

Side note: am i the only one that thinks straight hair feels slimy when wet? Like i can't stand touching non black hair when it's wet it feels so icky.🤢

When washing is said and done (of course with a loving make out session: details not included) You somehow find yourself in between Bakugou's legs as he parts your hair. "Wait a damn minute, you don't know how to do my hair!?" You say reaching back to grab the comb only to get your hands popped. 

"Your mom taught me that trap card." Bakugou smirked as you rub your battle wound. "That's it, I ain't letting you hang with my momma no moe." Bakugou applies your repair oil in the parts, and massages it into your scalp once again, soon making your eyes roll back from the feeling.

"Do you want to use Grandma's Recipe' or "WonderGro Jamaican Black Castro oil"?" Bakugou asks, reading your grease labels. You sit there and shrug, "Jamaican." Bakugou nods and opens it gasping when he smells it. 

(It smells like blue slurpee on gawd)

"Can I eat it?" He asked scooping some of the dark purple solid onto his finger. "You can, but I can't guarantee you'll live afterwards though." You joke earning yourself another pop.

In the end Bakugou puts your hair in twisties for you to blow dry tomorrow. It looked better than you expected and you thanked him for it.

Anyone notice that when you look up short hairstyles it be shoulder length like, "sorry but im bald ma'am😃"

[tchallasbabymama]

Are you working on anything right now

I'm still writing Crossroads Blues for @brattyfics Fall Fluff Challenge. I'm not done with the first draft yet, but here's a little taste:

T’Challa read Monica's letter over and over until he couldn’t see through the curtain of tears pouring from his eyes. When he had no more tears left in him, he continued to just sit there in heavy silence. He stared unblinkingly at the kiss she had left next to her name in his favorite red lipstick and inhaled the scent of her perfume she had spritzed onto the page. Just as another round of tears snuck up on him, he heard faint whistling down the road, so he wiped his eyes and nose with his handkerchief to make himself presentable…or at least not a complete wreck.

A man that couldn’t be a day under sixty-five came into view. His clothes had seen better days, and the old brown shoes on his feet were almost worn completely through, but he walked like a man on top of the world. He saw T’Challa sitting under the tree and tipped his wide-brimmed straw hat his way. It seemed for a moment like the man was going to keep walking, but something shiny on the ground caught his eye.

“Dese yuhs?” the man asked as he crouched down to pick up the three brand new pennies.

“No.”

“Must be my lucky day.” A crooked smile spread across the old man’s face, putting his missing tooth on display as he pocketed the coins. T’Challa sent a polite smile the man’s way, but all that did was pique his curiosity. “What brings yuh out here, youngblood? Look like yuh got a prob’m or some’n.”

T’Challa really didn’t feel like engaging in conversation, but he humored the stranger nonetheless, hoping he’d be on his way soon enough.

“Just a lot on my mind,” he mumbled.

“Youse a long way from home, I tell yuh dat,” the man chuckled as he came a little closer. “Mind if I join yuh? See, I been walkin since sun-up, n I gotta rest my ol bones.”

T’Challa reluctantly nodded and the man took a seat against the tree next to him. His eyes fell to the letter in T’Challa’s hand and he caught a glimpse of the lipstick print as he pulled the black and mild from behind his ear.

“Mind if I smoke?”

“By all means.”

T’Challa was only halfway paying attention to the man, but he could’ve sworn he didn’t hear the flick of a lighter or strike of a match despite the fact that the man had already begun to smoke from his cheap cigar. He turned to look at him for a moment and the man winked.

“Name’s Elias. What dey call yuh?”

“T’Challa.”

“Where yuh from?”

“Rwanda.”

“Yuh know, I was gon guess Africa wit dat accent yuh got.”

T’Challa couldn’t help but chuckle at the animated old man.

“So, what’s on yuh mind, youngblood? In my exper’ence, not much’ll make a fella in a suit as nice as yuhs get down in da dirt.”

T’Challa looked back down at the letter and fought the lump forming in his throat.

“Lemme guess, yuh lady dumped yuh?”

“She died,” T’Challa grumbled.

“Well, gotdamn.” He pulled off his hat, revealing his balding head. “My condolences.”

“Thank you,” T’Challa sighed. “I just wish I could’ve been with her…seen her one last time.”

Elias nodded.

“Dat’s how I feel bout my Neicey. Twenty years done passed, but I swear on da bible she right dere next ta me sometimes,” he murmured around his black and mild. “Dey neva really leave us, do dey, youngblood?”

Know that I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me. You may not be able to see me or hear me or feel my presence, but I’ll be there.

“I suppose not.”

“Lemme ask yuh some’n.”

“Ok.”

“What’d yuh give up ta have one last chance ta see yuh lady?”

“Everything.”

“Woah dere, youngblood. Don’t go sayin thangs yuh don’t mean,” Elias warned. “Thank on it. What’d yuh gimme if I could let yuh have one last day?”

“A whole day?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Name your price and I’d pay it.”

“I couldn’t take no money from a grieving man. How bout yuh owe me a favor instead?” Elias asked. “Won’t be nothin big, I promise.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“So, if yuh could go back ta any day-”

“I wouldn’t. I’d live a brand new day with her…make a new memory.”

“That’ll cost yuh a big favor.”

“I’d do whatever you want to see her one last time.”

Elias took a drag and blew smoke from his nose.

“Imma hold yuh ta it, youngblood,” he warned playfully as he held out his hand. T’Challa smirked and decided to play into the old man’s antics. He grabbed his hand in a firm handshake and felt a shock of static electricity coming from Elias’ fingertips.

The two of them sat in silence until Elias finished smoking.

“Well, I should get ta goin,” he groaned as he stood from the ground to a symphony of popping joints. “Pleasure doin business wit yuh, T’Challa.”

For some reason, his name seemed to echo in the air around them, and T’Challa decided it was probably just a result of emotional and physical exhaustion.

“Uh, you too, Elias.”

T’Challa watched as the old man took off back down the road, whistling the same song that was on his lips when he arrived.

[b1ksh88p]

Be Mine Chapter 3

Plot: A storm is brewing in Valentine, and you’re in the middle of it. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Harry and there’s already been a horrendous murder. With tensions high and everyone finger pointing your ex, Edmund, makes everything worse by spreading gossip. With the sting of rejection still weighing heavy on your heart you attempt to clear everything up only to make things worse.

Describing your mood as sour would be a understatement. You were numb. A grey cloud loomed over your usual cheery exterior as you went through day to day activities. Whenever someone asked if you were alright you’d chalk it up to trivial excuses. When in actuality you were torn that you’d been stupid enough to try and have a picnic with a killer. If you were sane maybe you’d tell the Sheriff and get some of his boys in uniform to smoke Harry out somehow but you had no taste for revenge. All you wanted was to move on.

But it seemed your ex had other plans. You worked in the diner, usually taking up the night shifts to rid yourself of boredom. As you were cleaning a table you overheard a couple chatting away about you of all topics. Why your name was in their mouths you didn’t know but from what you got out of it made you want to raise hellfire.

“I heard she goes down there every night to see that killer.”

“Edmund said that the sherif saw her go in with food and came out empty handed.”

“No way, maybe she’s a killer.”

There’s no way you could allow these two peons spread such outlandish babble. You’ve never killed anyone nor would you ever. The thought of murdering another made you sick to your stomach. “Edmund is a long-nosed good for nothing asshole who spends his time making up calumniations and dumping his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day for a dumb blonde with a baby voice. You two and the rest of your bubble headed friends would be fools to believe anything that comes out his mouth.” You finish with a astute turn into the back for a extensive smoke break.

If you saw Edmund or that sleazy sheriff you’d be sure to give them a piece of your mind. And speak of the devil, there he was. Your blood was replaced with boiling water as you stomped your way towards him. He was with the sherif and some other random cop you didn’t know. Both of them saw you coming and started to drift apart before you whistle and jogged towards the two snakes.

“Where we going boys? Running away from the new killer of the town?”

“Now listen Y/N I didn’t mean to start anything.” The sheriff assured.

You weren’t impressed. “You’re just the last one seen in the mines so...it makes sense.” Edmund shrugged.

“And you were the last one fucking the blonde bimbo you cheated on me with and she has crabs....so it makes sense right?” You snap back garnering a chortle from the other cop.

“It’s not my fault you’re a boring bitch who can’t get anyone to date you except for some psycho?!” He growled.

“I’m not dating anyone and I’m not a killer. Instead of gossiping like little girls how about you three go investigate and find the real killer.” You throw down the cigarette and stomp it out beneath your heel.

“We apologize if we’ve caused you any trouble Miss, we’re doing the best we can.” The Sheriff whispered.

“Keep my name out your ass licking mouths and out the fucking paper.” You demand before walking back inside the diner.

After your shift you began to walk home. The ominous glow of streetlights did little to scare you. On your way to you lovely home you stopped by the liquor store. A bit tipsy you ventured the winding fucked up roads. The quiet sounds of the night were ruined by the sounds of sirens. It had been what? 72 hours and some change since the last murder what the hell could the coppers be speeding for? Even in your mildly drunken stupor you noticed where they were heading. The mines. Sober you would’ve kept walking like any sane person but you were running on anger, worry, and rum. A mix that didn’t bode well when making good decisions.

You knew a shortcut through the trees and made haste. By the time you fought through flora and fauna two cars were already there. The sheriff and Edmund were there holding lanterns and guns. You step out from behind the trees, face bathed in red and blue lights. Softly stepping towards the shit show. “What the fuck are you two asswipes doing?!” You call out as you make your way to the entrance of the mine. Before they can stop you you’re in front of the cold entrance.

“You protecting your boyfriend again?” Edmund spat as he loaded his gun.

“You don’t have a gotdamn clue who killed those two. It takes you dumb mother fuckers months to even get close to closing a case!”

“We know he’s down there Y/N and he’s gonna fucking burn for what he did. And if you gotta burn with him so fucking be it!” He aimed the gun at you which almost made you piss yourself. You stumble back as he aims it at you. The thumping of your heart beat in your ears.

“I’m not you enemy! And neither is he!” Your words were bold but hoarse.

“That son of a bitch killed family. I don’t care what you think he’s going to die, and if I have to shoot you to get to him I fucking will!” The sheriffs attempts to calm down Edmund were futile. He had his eyes on you. They were large and red and full of rage. He looked like a rabid animal and you his prey.

“...You’re angry I get that but this is a mob attack not a lawful pick up. You have no evidence-“

“DONT GIVE ME A FUCKING LESSON IN LAW BITCH I AM THE FUCKING LAW!” He shot at the ground beneath your feet sending dirt into your eyes. The muffled scolding from the sheriff did nothing to stop your beating heart. In fact there were bigger problems.

Another shot cracked through the night sending you to the ground covering your head. The grotesque sound of choking made you gag. The Sheriff was on the ground, clambering hands grabbing at the gaping hole in his chest as he bled out. Edmund was in shock. He held the man’s dead hand with wide eyes. Perfect time to get away. You book it into the mines. It was dark and cold, even chillier with a fresh murderer on your heels. At first you didn’t hear him but a shot echoed through the caves followed by some demands for you and Harry to reveal yourselves. That wasn’t happening so you keep running, ducking into random corridors to try and throw him off your trail.

Apart of you was afraid of running into Harry. What if he was angry at you? Running into one killer to escape the other was a chance you really didn’t want to take. You’d rather wait it out and hide. Hopefully Harry would take care of Edmund and you could run away without interacting with either of them. You stop running to hide in a old mining cart that was turned over. Covering your mouth with shaking hands you listen. A heavy set of footsteps past you, Edmund more than likely. It wasn’t like Harry to be so loud. He taunted what you assumed were the shadows to face him like a real man. He didn’t really see him right? You wish you could peek but you were far to afraid you’d get your head blown off.

“So that’s what you look like. Y’know it’s crazy. You don’t look like a monster.” He cocked the gun. “Tell me how you did it. How you killed my dad you fucking monster.” He demanded.

There was no response on Harry’s end. You hear something fall to the ground and then Edmund’s smug laughter. What the hell was going on? You quietly peak from out your hiding space. The minimal lighting made the scene hard to make out but by the looks of it Harry had...given up. He had thrown his pick axe ahead of him, taken off the mask, and dropped to his knees. A gloved hand on the barrel of the gun pointing it to his head. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was he insane? Edmund goes into a end game spill about how long he’s waited to do this. How he’d pin the Sheriff’s and I’s murder on Harry and walk out the mines a hero. During this you start to crawl towards them, ready to rush him or throw a rock, anything to buy Harry time. Your chest is tight as you hold your breath. Nearing the both of them as quietly as you possibly can. Edmund cocks the gun and says something to the effect of “everyone dies, somebody should’ve take your sorry ass out long ago.” Before you hear a shot.

It hits the ceiling once you use all your might to swing Harry’s pickaxe into Edmund’s head, through his cheek. The blast was so close to Harry he fell back in pain. Edmund leans on the wall holding the left side of his face, still turned away from you. When he does look at you all the blood drains from your body. His tongue hung from the broken jaw like a salivating dog, torn flesh dangled around missing teeth, with so much flesh exposed blood spritzed out every time he moved closer to you. He couldn’t move his jaw so when he spoke it was a gurgled cacophony of rage and disbelief. You lift the pick axe once more but see him lift the shotgun and take aim. This makes you freeze like a deer in headlights. You close your eyes, bracing for impact. But to your surprise it never comes. Instead Harry had gotten up and tackled him, only problem was that he got shot.

The two men fell to the ground. Edmund kicking him off and frantically reaching into his pocket for two more shells. Without thinking you kick the gun from his hands. He tried to get up but you stomp on his chest with all the rage bottled up inside. He looks up at you with that mangled face and large eyes but mercy was the last thing on your mind. You look over him, raise the crude weapon, and allow the cold metal to pierce through his chest. You let out a exasperated scream as you continue your onslaught. Hammering down years of neglect, wasted time, slander, and abuse into what’s left of his broken body. When you’re done he’s left torn apart. Rib cage broken and organs exposed. In all the madness you vomit from the stress and overall exertion of energy you used up. The groans from Harry snap you back to reality and you go to aid him.

“Oh god oh shit hold on hold on.” You ramble. Your hands try their best to cover the wound. He was shot in the side. Luckily it wasn’t a direct hit but without medical attention it was gonna get nasty. You use Edmund’s jacket to help stop the bleeding. He was just staring at you. “What? What the hell are you gonna yell at me for now???” You yell trying not to cry. He lifts a bloody hand to your face.

FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z

[stripper-patrick]

Squish🐠 Florian Munteanu

Warnings: smut, lots of fluff, pain

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

I walk through the true white halls of the hospital. My chest is tightening up. I’m nervous and scared as hell. I got a call from the hospital saying my boyfriend and neighbor in the hospital.

I arrive at the desk with barely enough oxygen to sustain myself. “Florian Munteanu”

“Yes he’s in room 266. Can I ask of your relationship towards him” she wraps the arm band around my wrist

“I’m his sister” I lie. She looks at my dark skin tone with confusion

“Take the elevator to the third floor and follow the arrows” without anything else being exchanged I run to the elevator pressing the button frantically.

“Please God just let him be ok” I say a silent prayer and cross myself before the door opens.

Being in this shitty thing couldn’t have been slower. Finally when the door opens I race out and look at the wall 266 on the left.

I make my way to the room and it’s silent. I knock on the door and hear a low voice telling me to come in. I walk through and go through the curtain seeing Florian with a cut on his swollen cheek. His knuckles are wrapped in ice and a nurse is wrapping his ribs up with bandage.

Tears spill over my eyes and I let out a controlled breath. I turn around and close my eyes getting myself together. “Y/N I’m ok” I dry my eyes and take another deep breath turning around

“If you were ok you wouldn’t be on the hospital what the hell happened” I ask

“You don’t know this but I’m a boxer and I set you as an emergency contact which is why you’re here but I promise I’m ok I’ve been through worse baby”

“Saying that doesn’t make anything better I swear” I sit down and he smiles

“You worry too much”

“You don’t worry enough”

“I want a cheeseburger when can I be released” he asks the nurse. A middle aged woman with a nice structure.

“Tomorrow morning. We just wanna make sure there’s no hemorrhages in the middle of the night”

“I’m staying”

“Y/N-”

“Ma’am I don’t think we can have overnight guests”

“You can today” I say. She looks down and finishes his bandage before leaving.

“You don’t have to stay”

“I’m staying and there’s nothing you can do to stop me” I say “you gave me a panic attack while I was driving so for my own sake I’m spending the night with you”

“I appreciate it”

...

I wake up and see Flo asleep. I stand up and stretch. The nurse comes in and smiles at me.

“I’m gonna go home to change and shower then I’ll be back” I whisper. She nods.

“Promise” I hear a low voice and then around seeing Flo with his eyes open. I walk over to him smiling.

“Promise” I kiss his head and leave going back to my apartment. The drive felt like the longest drive ever. Even with my nap I was still tired. I open the door and take a deep breath collecting my thoughts. My phone rings and I see it’s Flo.

“Hey Squish you ok”

“Did you just call me Squish?” His voice is raspy and deep. Ugh so hot.

“I did” I smile setting my purse down. I go in my bathroom and look at myself. I look like a raccoon.

“When you get a chance can you feed Zuni please the spare is under the mat”

“I will” I say

“Thank you princess”

“Of course” I hang up and go outside. I grab the key from under the mat and open the door revealing the beautifully structured apartment.

“Zuni” I call. A cute Savannah cat appears and meows at me. She rubs against my leg and I go into the kitchen seeing her empty bowl. I fill up her cat food and give her some water. I see the plants sitting on his window sill and I water them. I look around the house looking for cat poop just in case and surprisingly I don’t see any. My OCD makes me fluff the pillows and fix the crooked pictures of him and his family.

I leave out his apartment and lock it back before going back to mine. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and hair brush. I also grab a change of clothes putting them in my large purse. I grab a hair brush and some water in a spray bottle for my kinky hair.

I go into my bathroom and take a shower feeling the hot water drench me. I’m so tired.

Once I’m out I grab my phone checking the time, 4:56am. I put on a t-shirt and some leggings grabbing my slides. I grab my purse and walk out to my car feeling the warm spring weather hit me.

I turn the ignition and turn off the music just driving in silence. I do this a lot when I’m tired or emotional. He wants a cheeseburger and there’s only one place I know that’s open 24 hours. CJ’s. I drive over into the drive thru. I order food for me and him and proceed to the hospital.

I get back to the hospital and I’m immediately sent up. I get up to Florians room seeing him asleep again.

He opens his eyes hearing my movements and he tries to sit up but hisses in pain. I drop my stuff and rush to his side “lay back and chill out please”

“This is making me mad” his veins are prominent in his arms from his anger “I wanna move as a gotdamn please and hug you and kiss you and stand up without being in pain”

I lean down and hug him and kiss his lips “there now you only have two problems to work on. I bought you something”

His hand moves to my butt in my leggings caressing it. Since he’s having a moment I’ll let him feel me up a little “what’s that”

“A double cheeseburger” his eyes light up and I smile.

“I love you” he kisses me “but what about the nurse”

“I’m hiding it” she comes in and smiles at us. I sit in my seat waiting for her to take his blood pressure. When she’s finished she smiles at him.

“I’ll be back in like 2 hours to give you more pain medication if you need it”

“Thanks” he says. She leaves and I grab the cheeseburger from my purse

“Shit the sauce got in my bag”

“I’ll buy you another”

“I hate when you do that” I say handing it to him. He lifts his arm and retracts in pain. I stand up and sit next to him. I unwrap the cheeseburger feeding it to him.

“I want you to ride me and feed me” he says out of the blue.

“Squish you can’t get any until you feel better I don’t care what you say”

He whines “you can sit on my face”

“Absolutely not” I smile

“Can I at least get a kiss” I roll my eyes and lean in kissing him. I lean back and feed him the rest of his cheeseburger.

I clean off my hands and eat mine “I got us a milkshake to share” I pull out the large chocolate shake. He takes a sip and tries to sit up again. Florian groans in pain and I look at him.

“Where are you going” I ask

“I have to pee” I set down the stuff and go to his bedside helping him. I wrap his large arm around my shoulder and he tenses groaning at the pain.

“I’m sorry” I say. He’s finally to his feet and he takes a deep breath. He walks to the bathroom closing the door and I sit on the bed.

After like 3 minutes I hear his deep voice “babe come here”

I get up and open the door seeing a tent under his hospital gown.

“This is what you do to me” seeing him like this does turn me on I’m not gonna lie but what if he gets hurt more?

“I don’t wanna hurt you Florian you’d be better off waiting” I say

“I’m a big man I’ll be fine” he says “come bounce on it”

I couldn’t resist. I walk towards him and pull down my pants “promise me you’ll say something if I hurt you”

“Promise” I drop my underwear and go over to the bathtub putting my hands on the ledge. He follows me and carefully slides in with ease. I arch my back and start bouncing my ass on his meat feeling it graze my g-spot. My head drops and I spread my legs more going down further.

“That’s it shit” he moans. I feel his hand palm my right cheek before coming down hard on it. Both of his hands make their way to my hips and I grind harder. My ass is clapping against his hips.

“Look at this sight” he moans. I bring one hand up to my nipple rolling it for extra pleasure. I let out a shaky moan with his name to follow.

“Florian” He smacks my butt again making me moan out and slow down. I pick up the pace again still careful not to hurt him. Unfortunately this time my hair was in a pineapple so he couldn’t pull it.

I let my butt jiggle and come down harder feeling his dick press against my g-spot.

“Look at you bouncing on my dick like a rabbit damn you look so sexy” he slaps the side of my thigh and rubs my clit. I feel Florian move so now regardless if I’m up or down his dick is right on my spot “you’re gonna make me cum”

He rubs my clit harder and I cry out. Florian growls and I feel his legs shake as well as he cums. I lean all over him at the same time gripping the ledge of the bathtub.

My legs shake and nearly give out when he carefully moves his arm and holds me up. Despite his pain and my shaking body he continues to rub my clit making my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I push him off and watch him chuckle as I sit on the ledge. “You’re lucky I cant get on my knees and force you to cum in my mouth” he’s obsessed with eating me out

“The nurse is going to kick our asses if you don’t get back in that bed” I smile

“Do you need help getting up”

“I’m fine are you good” he nods. I stand up and grab the rail just in case my legs do me dirty. I grab my underwear and pants slipping back into those and he just watches me.

“You ready” I smile

“Always” I get on the non-injured side and wrap his arm around my shoulder. I help him back to the bed and he sits down slowly.

He moves over to the side and pats the bed. “Come lay with me”

I look at Flo and he pulls my arm. I get in the bed carefully and lay on his chest. After a little while I finally hear his faint snores. His heart beating is the most clamming noise to which I find myself falling asleep to.