#i didn't take this lightly yanno

[hislittleraincloud]

PHW hasn’t physically interacted (the only interaction I would go as far to say recently was a liked comment) or even been seen hanging out with ARR in years.

He was at a BLM protest in 2020 (according to a picture on his ig feed from August 2020), the festival she organized was in 2021. He is very far from being in that realm of alt-right seeing as he has many friends of all different races and sexual orientations.

Who we once associated ourselves with does not represent who we are now. I hope you don’t pass judgement on him because of him being “guilty by association”.

This was in 2021, while Wednesday was being filmed:

I would have loved to have found that Percy White was/is just a trolling kid (certainly a few of his posts were heavy trolling), but his trolling includes trolling around with fucking white supremacists and/or those who attract white supremacists. Misogynistic white supremacists like Nick fucking Fuentes, the dude who Arnie Graped his way to "YOUR BODY, OUR CHOICE" infamy of late.

Now if you don't know what incelcore is, then I suggest you read this review of Negative XP (arguably "School Shooter"'s most known song) to catch the Hell up:

https://rateyourmusic.com/music-review/Magical_Monkey/negative-xp/scott-pilgrim-vs-the-world-ruined-a-whole-generation-of-women/117262451

Shortly on this idiot headliner of Virginfest:

This is the kind of shit Athena was promoting, and if White was supportive of her during that time, then he can go fuck himself. Over and over and over. And if anything, this might even be the real reason he was let go, over the sex assault allegations that never had substance enough to bring charges or even an official report somewhere/anything (I haven't seen that happen, has anyone?). Netflix and MGM don't want anything to do with someone who posted support for someone like that.

He needs to come the fuck out and denounce THIS when he's still young enough to do so, not the sex assault accusations. But he hasn't so far, and look at you there, pointing out the difference (as if it makes a difference) between physical and online interaction, but suggesting that they're still friends/acquaintances. I checked out her IG and she sucks as an artist. She's just shitty all around.

White fucked it up. He has no one to blame, though the Wenclairs could've done a more thorough — and coherent — job of exposing his dumbassery with this in the first place, instead of focusing on splitting him apart from Ortega with the sex allegations.

For many, many months I've been trying to make sense of the accusations and his firing, occasionally hunting for info on Google. But apparently I wasn't looking in the white alt-right place.

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo Riddle 27 & 36, possibly a smutty end?

(27) "Are you really so oblivious?" (36) "Can I kill him now?" 18+ MDNI!

"oh come on, Matty, he was just being nice! Other people are allowed to be nice to me, yanno," you were doing your best to keep up with his strides. He huffed in annoyance, "Cormac is not people, he's dodgy, a right fucking tosser he is, and he was fucking hitting on you." You scoffed as you followed him through the portrait hole, and through the common room, right up the steps to the boys dorms, "He was not hitting on me, he was just-" Mattheo spun around, cutting you off, shouting at you "Are you really so oblivious?" He was angry, you understood that but for him to scream at you, imply you were daft was too far. Now it was your turn to be frustrated, to be pissed off and now you were going to play with Mattheo's mind. You flicked your wand, opening his dorm door. "Room. Now." you practically spat the sentence at him and you saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. As tough as he was with everyone else, he never yelled at you; you didn't allow it. But he just broke that rule, and now you were seething. He backed into his room, every step he took backwards you took forward until the back of his knees hit the foot of his bed frame. With another flick of your wrist his door was shut and locked, silencing charm applied. "Do you really think Cormac would have any chance with me?" a shudder of a breath left his lips as you ran your finger up his chest, tracing a line beside his tie and up to his neck. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at you, "You know you're the only one, I want Matty. The only one I'd let touch me here," you grabbed his hand, placing it between your thighs so he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, the dampness on your panties that was forming. "Bloody hell," he breathed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. You ran both hands down his chest now, lightly scratching at him as you made your way to his belt, unbuckling and unbuttoning his trousers as you spoke, "You know you're the only one I want in my mouth, deep down in my throat." A whimper left his pretty pink lips and you dropped to your knees, tugging down his trousers in the process and freeing his cock finally. "Fuck, Y/n," he breaths out when you grab the base and lick the underside and up, wrapping your lips around his leaking head as his hand moves to the back of your head and gives you a little push as you take him fully in your mouth, allowing him to bottom out to your throat just like you said. His hand grips your hair tightly and the burning in your scalp only fuels you further, swallowing around him at the back of your throat before pulling back slightly, working him with your mouth in tandem with one hand as the other comes up to cup and massage his balls. Mattheo is a whimpering mess, doing his best to restrain himself from just grabbing hold of your face and fucking your mouth until he's spilling down your throat. You grab his thighs, raking your nails down the flesh as you bob your head faster, deeper each time until you're nearly gagging each time. "Fuck," he hisses as you scratch down his legs, "you keep doing that, princess and I'm gonna be filling your mouth." You can't help but laugh to yourself given the current state your mouth is in, the vibrations from this on his cock being exactly what sends him over the edge and you grab hold of his ass, holding him deep in your throat as you swallow around him, lapping up everything he's giving you in his release. You slowly release him from your mouth as he's panting. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, gathering a little bit of his release that managed to leak out before pressing his thumb into your mouth and you're sucking on it greedily, savoring the last of him. "Feel better?" You ask as he's stuffing himself back into his uniform. He's still panting, catching his breath but he nods. You know he's still probably angry and this is confirmed when Mattheo gently cups your cheek, kissing your forehead, "I'm going to pay you back for that in the best way later tonight. But, can I kill him now?" You sigh, nodding your head and in a flash he's out the door.

[devon-sinclair]

Devon nodded along with her words, knowing she was right in so many ways. Still, that didn't rid him of the guilt, of wishing he had tried harder. Knowing that he would never get that time back only made him feel worse. But he knew he'd have to work through it eventually. "The job was pretty nice. I wish you could've seen it. My walk to work every day was," he smiled as he thought about it. A truly genuine one as he thought about the life he had been leading. It was why he had stayed away so long. He had been happier. Lonely but content. At least in the earlier years. But as soon as he got back to Tonopah, he felt himself regressing into a version of himself he kind of hated. It felt inevitable and frustrating and he had been desperate to prove to himself that he had could have a different experience here. This time could be different. It had to be. "Anyway, I know I gotta forgive myself eventually. I'm just not there yet, I guess. But yanno, day by day or whatever," he added with a shrug before taking a generous sip from the drink Nellie had ordered for him.

He took a moment to think about what was most important to him. More than anything, he wanted to do right by Eddie. It felt like the guilt was haunting him and the only way to make it right was to actually be there for his family in a way he never had been. In a way that Eddie had always been for him. He wanted to be a part of his nieces and nephew's life. Aside from that, all he could think about was how nice it was to be having this conversation with Nellie in person. Work would come and go, but sitting here with her, made life feel that much more bearable and he had missed that. Missed her more than anything. "You and me both, the old part, not the great uncle part. Working on that part. Definitely want to spend more time with Beau. Just be present. My parents are actually not terrible disappointed to have me home but my mom keeps accidentally calling me Eddie," he admitted with a shake of his head. "But small price to pay I guess. Especially when I get to see you in your den mother era," he teased and nudged her lightly. He hoped she knew how proud he was of her.

He let out a laugh as she spoke, already imagining her having an argument with a cow in the middle of a field. "Mmm, I think I'm just into watching you argue. And seeing you get to relax and not worry about other people's shit. There's that too." He kept his eyes on her, his chest warm at the two of them together out there. His smile turned up at the condition she set and he nodded. "Jack Daniels I can definitely do. You just let me know what I can do to make the deal more appealing to you. In the meantime I'll start looking at real estate," he told her with a wink. "I'm thinking somewhere with a porch and enough space for all of these grown adults we're caring for to spend the night. One big ol sleepover," he teased, maybe a bit too caught up in this fantasy but it was the clearest thing he had been able to picture in his mind for ages. Maybe because it wasn't so much a fantasy as much as it was something he wished could actually happen for them.

"Alright, I'll remember that for next time." She laughed with a roll of her eyes before turning her attention to the bartender dropping off two of her normal order. She nudged one in Dev's direction as she listened, nodding along, as she knew the feeling well. "I think it's like...Our brains forget that while we're off livin' our own lives, everyone else is too. Maybe it's a way to avoid the guilt of not keeping in touch, or maybe that's just how life is. We're all a bit self centered. I mean, you were on a different fucking continent, working a fancy ass job, I don't think anyone is too surprised that you weren't keeping up. 'Cause that's life. They probably weren't thinkin' much about you while they were off doing their own shit and making fucking babies either." Perhaps it was easier for her, she had sworn to live her life without regrets a long time ago. It didn't serve her or anyone else to do so. If she fucked up, she could try and make amends, but that was about it. It had been a long time since she had spent this much time with Dev, but sometimes she had the feeling he was much more prone to regret.

Again, as he spoke, she felt like he was preaching to the choir. Maybe it was shitty, to be thankful that someone felt the same crappy feeling she felt sometimes, but it was comforting, knowing she wasn't alone in it. "I think that might be 'cause you gotta figure out what's most important to you. Family? Your career? Until you do and make that decision, you're probably gonna feel shitty no matter what you do." Her fingers traced the rim of her glass, eyes staring down into it's amber contents. "I know that the idea of comin' back here before made me feel that way. Because having a life independent of my brothers was everything to me. But then after--" After Taylor "--after everything, that was no longer the most important thing to me. It was Shep and Sawyer and Cole and Jillian, so moving back didn't feel like that. It felt natural. It felt right." God she hated getting this fucking sappy. "Even with having to interact with the prime fucking proof that I'm a great aunt and fucking old."

"You really think I'm so combative I'm out here tipping cows because they looked at me weird or something? If that's the case, I think you should evaluate why you wanna be in a remote location with a psycho like that. Got a death wish, Dev? Or are you just into some kinky shit?" Stupid thoughts, joking words, vulgar comebacks (and not even good ones, at that). She was pulling out every stop in her goddamn playbook to try and stave off the feeling that was growing in her gut as he painted a picture of a life. One that sounded awfully like a life together. It was a sensation made up half feeling like she was about to puke, and the other half like she had a fleet of butterflies getting their engines started in her stomach.

"Make it jack daniels and the sunset and you might have yourself a deal."

[windydayey]

Fits perfectly

Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings : You'll have a mother (rip lol)

Safe to say you were extremely pissed right now, which is actually not very safe to say.

Your family were going to have a night picnic for New Years and the dress your mother wanted you to wear was a weird cotton night gown looking skirt.

You tried to fight against it but dear mother gave the puppy eyes as she folded it away silently to guilt trip you, which worked.

What can you say? You were an empath aww.

You and Tsumu were currently at the little restaurant near your school. It had always been a spot to hide for the two of you.

Tough day at school? Go there. He wants to hide from Kita? He drags you there. Hungry? Run there. First date? Also there. That place was like the refrigerator for you two, automatically going there without even any purpose now.

You both even had a regular customer discount there now, honestly? Good for you guys. Not to mention you and Atsumu both were good at buttering and sweet talking the owners out there you guys were basically their grandchildren now.

You were at your phone, your elbow on the table as your cheek leaned on your hand. You were reading urban legends. Atsumu didn't like this at all, he wanted you to chatter non-stop like everyday but looking at how you were tapping your foot. He knew it. He knew you were definitely not in the mood to tolerate any sort of crap.

So he silently cursed 'Tch what a weirdo.'

However you unfortunately heard that even in the noise of the utensils and the pressure cookers whistles. "The hell you just said now?" You looked at him and raised your eyebrow.

He just sucked his cheeks and looked away quickly. "Don't try me I'm not in the mood today." You warned him and he turned to you immediately and looked you in the eyes smiling like an idiot "Yer not telling me what happened I needa know what's bothering ya sugar" You sighed "Forced to wear some weird outfit by......you know"

And the next thing you knew you were in your house as the said gown is in Atsumu's hands "What do ya mean??? It's FINE" of course it wasn't a fine gown at all but Atsumu just wanted you to feel less embarassed about it "Yanno what? Wait right here." He just headed to some other rooms like that he's lucky your parents were going to be busy at the funeral of a distant friend of theirs for a few days.

You didn't even question where he was gonna go you were too tired so you just sat down and started texting your friend and rant to her.

"TA- DA!" He came out of nowhere.

You looked up from your phone and-

"pfft-" you started laughing, Atsumu wore the gown good thing it was strap gown else it wouldn't have fit him. It did yet the top part tightening around his flat figure was so hilarious to witness.

"whAT?? I look good in it!? Better than you atleast ??" You wiped a tear "ohh- hh definitely not-" he started posing and catwalking "If it looks this good on me it'll definitely look even better on ya duh"

"Stand there let me take a pic and send it to my mom" you raised your phone jokingly "wait- what? AUNTIE!? NO- NOPE" he covered himself with his hands in such a comedic manner. You got up and wrapped your arms around his waist then played with his hair "Why are you like this?" You smiled "Yer even weirder...you scare me sometimes" he pouted.

You sighed and layed a finger in his chest "This fits you well" he grabbed your cheeks and started lightly shaking your head "Then it will fit ya even perfectly."

-

//daily Atsumu brainrot at its job ah yes

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys when they accidentally annoy you

a/n: pls spare them, also mild angst warnings?? it’s nothing too crazy but there is a little hurt in here. all of these end with a positive note though i swear. 

includes: bokuto, tendou, atsumu

-i take requests!

none of them doing anything on purpose but stuff just happens, yanno?

bokuto:

pls forgive him fast he didn't mean it he promises

he swears he didn't mean to knock your favorite mug off the table

baby gets so pouty

you walked into the kitchen as if it was a crime scene. The mug was shattered on the floor and the contents of it was spilled everywhere

bokuto looked at you with wide eyes and was already approaching you to apologize profusely 

he doesn’t like seeing your eyebrows knitted together in irritation

you walked to the couch just to mentally process the loss of your cup lmao and he couldn’t even follow you immediately because he had to clean up everything

he will literally try to climb on top of you if you try to ignore him after though

like someone get this man baby off! your! lap!

"kou you weigh like 200 pounds-"

you try to get away but let's be real you're not going anywhere

he'll engulf you in his figure more since this is the only way you're talking to him

while you're complaining about him being heavy he'll just flip you guys over on the couch so you're on top instead

his arms are still locked so you can’t get away 

he’ll nudge his cheek on the top of your head, “i’m sorry, bub” 

don’t ignore him for too long pls he feels worse than you do 

tendou: 

somehow tendou is a morning, afternoon, and night person 

he drinks coffee too so it’s really energy x100 yanno 

you usually adored him and he always made you giggle with his antics

you also loved the way he liked to hold you all the time: whether it was your hand, you waist, or an embrace 

but one day, you only had a few hours of sleep because you were up late over college work and everything seemed annoying to you

your poor boyfriend didn’t realize soon enough awie

mans was just being his usual bouncy self and he even greeted you with a smiley, “good morning baaby!” 

he wrapped his arms around your waist and gave your cheek a soft kiss 

somehow it rubbed you wrong and you lightly moved out of the hug and his heart felt a pang how could you 

you waved him off without thinking of it and went, “satori could you just uh, not, right now? 

he was a bit hurt and he withdrew his hands to himself. He was a little awkward with it, his arms wrapping around himself because he didn’t know where else to put them

“oh um, okay. sorry, y/n” he replies, his voice a lot softer 

were you getting tired of him? 

BRO GO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW YOU HURT HIM

but you were too caught up in thinking about your assignment and how you probably had to revise it some more 

he gets so quiet throughout the day, making sure to keep a distance in case he overwhelms you again 

but he still can’t fight the urge to check on you 

he pads to you while you’re sitting at your desk typing away 

pls he’s being so quiet to avoid disturbing you but he places two small chocolates next to your laptop

he’s surprised when you turn in your chair to face him and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his tummy 

he easily embraces you back, albeit he’s a little confused.. you don’t hate him? 

“hi baby,” he’ll say softly, glad for the physical contact with you. he glances at your screen filled with annotations as you sigh into him

“i can’t take this work anymore,” you whimper, your grip on him becoming a little tighter 

“hey,” he says, finding you chin so you look up at him, “maybe take a break, hm?” he continues when he sees you ready to protest. “just for five minutes, cmon, you gotta reset”

he takes one of the chocolates he brought, squatting down before peeling the wrapper off and feeding it to you, “you gotta slow down, baby”

the chocolate is sweet and soothing and it’s already making you feel better. you wrap your arms around his neck for another hug, mumbling a small thank you

what makes tendou forget about the morning is the small “i love you, you know,” that follows 

atsumu:

so you were both excited about your day, both of you rushing to go home and ramble 

you got home first, got dinner started and soon enough, atsumu bumbled into your home

“ANGEL GUESS WHAT!” he booms, haphazardly placing his bag down without much thought 

“tsumu!” you greeted him, automatically going into his arms 

his hands found their place on your hips as he pecked your cheek, this huge grin was plastered on his face, the kind you couldn’t hold back 

“i finally did it,” he smiled, “that set we were workin’ on this whole week” 

you smooshed his cheeks, now smiling back at him, “baby! i knew you’d figure it out”

he’s still rambling as you pull him to the kitchen, you loved the sparkle in his eyes and they way he spoke too fast for his mouth to keep up 

he was that excited 

even during dinner he told you about how easy it was for hinata to hit these new sets, how even sakusa gave a small compliment 

you also kind of wanted to talk about your day too 

but you waited to let him finish, atsumu worked so hard he deserved the world and more 

“yeah, so there’s that,” he smiled, taking a bite of his food 

you saw this as your chance, “so ‘tsumu, get this-” 

“OH WAIT, so this other thing happened,” he continued, unintentionally cutting you off 

you shrugged it off, and let him continue, but the urge to tell him about your day was bubbling in your stomach too 

you prodded him some more about volleyball while you two were on the topic. you saw the fun in it and atsumu’s talent was always fascinating, of course you wanted to hear more 

so you waited again, waited until after dinner when you two were on the couch with some tv in the background 

“so ‘tsumu-” you try again

but he’s focused on the tv, “ya think i could do this set where..” 

you thought the volleyball conversation was over, pursing your lips you go, “you know i believe you can do anything,” and he gives you this smile that tickles your heart as he pulls you closer to his side

you try again when he doesn’t say anything else only for him to bring up his serves too  

he had a habit of rambling, a lot of his thoughts were centered around volleyball too, so you were used to this and honestly didn’t mind 

but you wanted to tell him about your day too and you were just :/// because you knew he wasn’t interrupting you on purpose, his thoughts and the timing of them were just off

so you waited another episode, fiddling with your hands as you waited for better timing 

“tsumu guess what-” 

“angel-” he started again, throwing out another thought about his serves, “ya think the floater needs more work? i feel like those keep getting picked up lately” 

“babe, it probably just depends on what team you’re playing,” you reply. your conversation dies a little as you both watch tv, he doesn’t realize fast enough that your silence is really just annoyance 

 “you know, my day was good too, thanks for asking” 

you felt a little bad at the sarcasm you couldn’t hold back, but you needed to let something out 

he notices you cross your arms instead of wrapping one of them around him the way you usually do, making him knit his eyebrows together 

“hey,” he says, taking one of your arms to hug him

 when you retreat back to yourself such a visible pout comes onto his face plssss 

“‘m sorrryyyyy baby,” he whines, pulling you to him again anyway, “was i ramblin’ again?” mans literally shifts himself so that you’re sat between his legs, back against his chest 

pls he’s so hurt you won’t hug him back but he clings to you anyway, nuzzling into your neck 

“how was yer day?” he asks softly, “tell me about it”

“it was fine,” you huff

“nooo, tell me more,” he whines, “i promise i won’t interrupt ya, look, you can seal mah lips with a kiss” he’s literally turning your head to let you look at him to do it 

he sees the unimpressed look and he let’s out a strangled cry pls why is he so extra and he pulls you in for another hug, squishing his cheek on you head

your lack of words is also kinda making panic 

“baby cmon, what happened today? ‘m sorry about talking over ya so much, i know i get carried away sometimes” 

“so i finally finished that project and i think it’s nice,” you mutter, “that’s all”

his head immediately lift up, “the project ya pulled an all-nighter for?” 

all you did was nod

all of a sudden he’s standing up and outstretching a hand towards you. you raise an eyebrow 

“aren’t ya gonna show me? cmon, i need to see how good it is. my baby worked so hard” 

you comply and take his hand, bringing him to your laptop to show him what you’ve been working on 

you watch his expression as his eyes scan over your work. your irritation from moments before wanes when you see his eyes widen before turning to you 

“babe, this is more than good!” he’s already pulling you to him again, “ya should’ve thrown this at my head earlier while i was ramblin’! can’t believe i almost missed it!” 

he’s in such awe that the corners of your lips turn up

and he doesn’t miss it, mentally reminding himself to make you smile more 

he’s squeezing you and he’s all smiley while he turns back and forth from you to your finished project

“yer amazing,” he reminds you, “and i’m still sorry for making you wait so long to tell me”

it’s your turn to wrap around him now, easing the guilt he felt inside. “it’s okay ‘tsumu, i know you didn’t mean it”

[xtinyslip]

"THINK HE LET ME GET OFF THAT LIGHTLY WITH JUST SELLING MY SOUL? I'VE GIVEN UP MY APARTMENT DOWN TOWN FOR THIS TRIP!" returning the joke because at this point he didn't have an actual clue what he was supposed to do here. all he knew was that when he had seen the look on gideon's face in his office that morning… he couldn't ignore it. he wouldn't ignore ANYTHING like that ever again and so, this trip was the best he could do to get gideon some space on such short notice. "this old man is tougher than he looks. you don't any brunt for this gideon. just me." because he could and he would. it was also about to get much, much worse and gideon's name wasn't being dragged into any of it. simply. "uh, to me. yeah, guy was a real dick. oh, he hated me. i wasn't pederson material, yanno? i was the weirdo, the black sheep of the family but your father? he doted on his every word." at least, that had been the case when they were growing up. since being here it had all CHANGED and cory honestly didn't know how to feel about his father's passing. he wanted to cry, punch something and drink an entire bar to himself all at the same time. "yep. same old, same old." it was true and cory honestly didn't care to be apart of it. not at all. "nope. never asked for anything off him my whole life, why would i start now but hey? if he has left you anything? you should take it kiddo. put it in a saving pot somewhere safe. private." in other words out of his brother's reach. @fcdcdmcmories

"HE SAID YES? GUESSING THAT YOU HAD TO SELL YOUR SOUL OR SOMETHING FOR THAT TO HAPPEN?" only mostly teasing, as he looked over at his uncle and found himself nodding. did he like spending time with him? one could say so and ... maybe, he was tempted to tell him the truth. tempted to tell him that he did not feel safe enough going back to his father, but ... gideon had never been anything but good at hiding how he TRULY FELT. that was it now, right? "and it will be on both of us. won't let you take it alone, old man. don't worry." his hesitant smile showed that much. how was he handling this so well? he supposed that grief did come in different ways all the time but this was making his head spin. "was he that much of an asshole? is that why neither you or father are SAD about it?" questioning because he was ALMOST curious to HEAR it? yes. "to decide who gets the money, right? that's sure to be a show. i don't.. really want anything. do you? i don't know the guy. doesn't seem fair i'm taking his money, does it?"

@xtinyslip

[kpop---scenarios]

Mated (3)

Mated (1) | Mated (2)

Pairing: Sehun x Reader / Suho x Reader

Genre: Wolf AU

Warning: Violence, Blood etc

Word Count: 2.1k

"Lay!" You call you, helping Sehun into the house. "It happened again." You sigh, helping him onto the couch as Lay comes over to take a look at Sehun's wrist. 

Again. 

"What the hell triggered it this time." Lay asks, examining the clearly broken wrist. 

"Look I'm fine. I heal quickly." Sehun spits, standing up. 

"Good, then I can fuck you up again." Suho spits, walking into the house, slamming the door shut. "Yanno Ayn, you're my mate too. You shouldn't play favourites." He spits at you. 

"I'm not playing favourites. As I recall, I spent the day with you yesterday." You say, justifying yourself. 

"You don't need to be an asshole." Sehun chimes in, making you sigh heavily. 

"Should I break your other fucking wrist?" Suho snaps, charging towards Sehun. "Maybe just snap your neck this time." 

"Stop it!" You yell. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" You cry. You push between them, storming out to the yard to clear your head. 

You weren't sure how much longer you could live like this. The constant fighting between the two men who were supposed to love you unconditionally was emotionally draining, the fighting for your attention, one always making it seem like the other was getting more was draining, the fact that you couldn't stand to be in the same room with them together was draining. And it wasn't just your relationships with Sehun and Suho that were suffering, the pack was as well. 

Suho wasn't acting like the leader he should be, his temper was short, he wasn't the kind and caring man you once knew. He didn't care anymore, his focus was now beating Sehun in every single way possible, it was an unhealthy obsession they both had. 

Sehun was the same way. He had a hatred for his leader that he once considered a brother, he needed being the better mate, the better man, just all-around better. 

Their competition was exhausting. You were exhausted. 

You headed back into the house, grabbing your keys before taking off in your car, heading to the one place you hoped had the answers you desperately needed right now. As you drove you thought about your options, you loved them both, they each had their set of faults along with their good qualities but as of now, everything bad was overshadowing the things that were once good. 

"Oh my god." You giggle, running behind the couch. "Stop, please." You beg Sehun. 

"No." He laughs. "It's called payback, baby." 

You squeal as he lunges for you, running into the kitchen where you're grabbed by Suho. 

"I'll save you." Suho smiles, hoisting you over his shoulder and play fighting with Sehun to protect you. 

"Put me down." You say, lightly tapping his back. 

Suho sets you down and you look up at him, giving him a small peck on the lips. "My hero." You smile before walking over to Sehun and kissing him as well. "My other hero. I'm so lucky." You sigh, looking at the two men who love you most in this world. 

Before you knew it, you pulled up outside your parent's house. Your mom had passed away a few years ago but your dad still lived there, mostly spending his days sitting on the porch, drinking coffee while reading his book. He had a lot of knowledge in mates and you knew he would be able to help you out in your situation. 

"Hey, dad." You wave, getting out of your car. 

"Oh hi, bug." He chuckles, standing up to greet you. "What a nice surprise. What brings you here?" He asks.

"I need some advice." You say, giving him a small hug before sitting down next to him. 

"What's on your mind?" He asks. 

You pause for a minute, unsure of where to even start when your dad pipes up again. "It's the mates, isn't it? They're different." 

"How did you know?" 

"Despite there not being much research on it, I did see a Gemini mate once before in my lifetime." He smiles. 

"Well, what happened?"

** 

Sehun runs down the stairs, his body is tight, he's pissed off and ready to snap at any moment. He figures now would be a good time to go for a run, trying to get some aggression out while you're gone. Of course, he felt bad about putting you into the middle of his fights with Suho, but he couldn't help it. Even with how long it had been he was still jealous. You were never supposed to be with Suho, Sehun never wanted a mate he had to share but he adjusted to it, for you. But now enough was enough. He couldn't stand the way Suho looked at you, the way he smiled at you or spoke to or about you. Sehun needed Suho to disappear, and it needed to happen fast. 

He walks out the door, slamming it behind him, making the rest of the men in the living room jump. 

"This needs to end." Baekhyun sighs. "I can't walk on eggshells around them anymore." 

"I worry if I cough too loud." Chanyeol whines. "Suho yelled at me for breathing yesterday." 

"Things are tough but they'll get through it." Minseok sighs. "They have too." 

** 

Suho runs through the forest, not yet wanting to switch to his wolf form. He feels the burning in his legs as he picks up his pace, sweat dripping down his face as he pushes himself to do better. He knew he needed to be better, for you. But he was struggling because of Sehun. He wanted the whiny fuck away from you, if Sehun wasn't in the picture then things would be so much better. You'd be happier too, he just knew it. If only there was a way to cut the younger one from both of your lives. Suho knew it would be a big risk, somehow getting rid of Sehun, but you would eventually forget about him, and then finally Suho would be the only one in your life, the one that made you smile, the one who had your whole heart. That's all he wanted, was for you to be happy with him. 

**

That evening you sent a message to both Sehun and Suho letting them know that you wouldn't be coming home that night. You had too much on your mind and you just needed space to think about things. 

"You have to choose one, bug." He tells you. "There's no way around it. Wolves are extremely territorial creatures that do not do well sharing. It's a surprise you have lasted this long before things got bad." 

Thinking back you remember the first time you noticed them starting to get short with each other. 

"Get the fuck out of my way." Suho snaps at Sehun. You had been sitting on the couch with Sehun, watching a movie when Suho approached, snapping at the two of you cuddling before wanting to get in the middle. You honestly had thought he was joking at the time. 

"What are you doing?" You giggle. "You know this is his night." 

"Yeah, my night, now fuck off." Sehun growls. 

"Okay.." you pause. "Are you both serious?" You ask. You look at both men whose eyes are locked on each other, their chests heaving as they stare each other down. "What the hell is happening?" You ask, moving out of the way. 

"I told you, it's my night." Sehun growls. 

"What the fuck, you guys?" You yell. "What's wrong with you?" 

Suho shakes his head, coming out of whatever mood he was in. He looks at the two of you before apologizing and walking away. 

That was only the beginning. 

"I know." You sigh. "Maybe I should go and talk to them tonight." 

"Can't hurt bug. I love you." Your dad smiles, kissing you on the forehead. 

"Thanks, dad. I love you." You say, giving him a quick hug before running to your car. This talk couldn't wait until the morning.

** 

"Do you wanna come out?" Lay asks Suho, who was drinking a glass of water. 

"No." He answers, placing his cup in the sink before walking away. 

"How about you Sehun? You wanna join?" Minseok asks the younger man. He shakes his head no, his eyes never leaving the TV. 

"Try not to kill each other while we're gone." Baekhyun mutters as the rest of the pack leaves the two men alone. 

Sehun's breathing becomes heavier as he feels Suho still in the kitchen. He hated being even this close to him, he could smell the pathetic need for you from where he was sitting. 

"Christ." Sehun snaps, turning off the TV.

"What the fuck is your issue?" Suho spits. 

"You and you're fucking need to have her is my issue. She was mine first. Mine!" Sehun yells. 

"Well, now she belongs to both of us." Suho chuckles. "You just know if she chose, it would be me. You're too immature for her, she needs a man." 

"Doubtful she would choose you. You should hear the way she talks about you after I've shoved my cock in her." Sehun laughs. "Pathetic." 

"I'm done." Suho says. "I'm done with this two mates thing." 

"Good, so leave us the fuck alone." Sehun smiles.

"No. We fight for her." Suho says. "You and me, tonight. The winner gets to be her mate." 

"Loser dies." Sehun declares. 

Both men nod at each other before heading outside into the field where the battle will begin. 

Both men stand on opposite sides of the field, shifting into their wolf forms. They stand there on all fours growling at each other, each one waiting for the other to lunge. 

Suho takes the first leap, running for Sehun. Sehun takes off, both their bodies colliding, snarling at each other. 

Suho's mouth grips Sehun's neck, tearing a chunk of fur and skin off making Sehun yelp, but come back even more aggressive. He lunges for Suho, opening his mouth and comping down on his leg, twisting it to break. Suho claws at Sehun, using his head to knock him off. 

They both back away, dropping low as they circle each other, snarling and snapping, waiting for the other to lunge until Sehun does. 

** 

You sped through the dark streets, making your way onto the gravel road just before the house. Out of the corner of your eye you see two large, what look like dogs fighting in the middle of the field. You turn your head to look and instantly recognize the two wolves that were tearing each other apart. You swerve your car into the ditch, driving into the field before throwing it in park and running towards the two men you loved the most. 

"Stop!" You yell, your voice cracking as the tears fall from your eyes. You can smell the blood as you near them, both of their bodies are limping, tired and bloody. 

"Please stop." You cry, running closer towards them. You should have stopped, you shouldn't have run in any closer but you did. The moment Suho opened his mouth to lunge for Sehun's neck, you stepped in the way, his teeth gripping your neck and shaking before he realized what he had done. 

Within seconds Suho releases you and your body drops to the ground, blood spewing from your neck. Instantly they're both back in their human forms, huddling over you, trying to stop the bleeding. 

"Ayn.. baby, I'm so sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry... I'm so.. sorry." Suho cries as you struggle to breathe. You reach your hand up, stroking his cheek before your eyes turn over to Sehun who is kneeling in the grass, tears shedding. A tear rolls down your cheek as you hiccup, your rigid breath becoming your last as you fade into nothingness. 

Rage fills Sehun as he stares at the man who murdered his mate, the man who used to be his brother and leader but was now someone he didn't recognize. 

"You did this." Sehun calmly says. "You killed her!" He yells, getting up and charging for Suho who just kneels there. Sehun tackles him, knocking his beaten body to the ground. Suho barely fights, he lays there as Sehun wraps his hands around his throat. 

"Do it." Suho whispers. "Kill me. Let me see her again." 

Sehun releases his neck, standing up, towering over the man. "You don't deserve that." Sehun says, limping towards the house as he hears the other men running towards them in the field.

"What happened!?" Minseok yells, stopping Sehun before he reaches the house. 

He blankly stares at Minseok, trying to speak. "He.." he whispers. "He murdered Ayn." He finishes, moving past him to walk into the house, the fire that was once burning bright inside him was now gone, he was no longer mated. 

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"Dad you worry too much," Brooklyn laughs softly, "I trust, and know, Astrid would never drop me or let me come in harms way."

Stepping towards said Elf, Brooklyn also gestures towards the ground, trying to keep her dad's stress levels at bay,

"See, we even put out extra mats and stuff, just in case I do get dropped or slip."

Sure, winding up Steve was fun, but she still wanted him to know this was still, at least, somewhat safe, for her to do. By Astrid's side now, she grins,

"Now uhm, you might wanna step back a little dad," She warns, "We're gonna light a ring of fire around us, yanno, for that little extra flare~" Brook makes a shooing motion, "Go on, step back please, I don't want you getting burned."

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Steve had his arms crossed over his chest and had a stern fixed expression aimed towards Brooklyn. Yes, Brooklyn at the moment, because he was beyond worried from listening to what they were planning for the latest act they had going in the works. She and Astrid had invited him to watch their dress rehearsals for the upcoming show of their newest routine they were testing their effects out for now. To make sure everything was well-timed and what not. Steve was well aware of the enjoyment that acrobatics gave Brook and that Astrid and her could even take part in it together. Which was great for them as a couple that they share in it as well. Yes, he knew that as well. And of course, he knew that they spent a lot of time practicing to make sure things would work out fine. Of course, he knew that. Astrid wouldn’t let anything too bad happen to her ‘Pixie’ he knew this too. But, this? this whole setup on the stage they had was more than simple balance beams and jumps and twirls across padded mats. This was a circus act now! And now he was starting to understand Nina's jokes about Brooklyn joining one. Long story short Steve knew a lot of things for this situation to not have to be so worried about what could go wrong. What they didn’t know was that Steve chose to ignore all of that to instead worry even more once hearing the word fire when Brooklyn was giving a breakdown of what they were doing in the latest act. At best the only worry with the less flashy stuff would have been slightly slipping when missing the perfect landing at the end and them feeling disappointed in 'messing up' or Brooklyn coughing on chalk dust. Now he was having to worry about broken bones or dislocations. It didn't even factor Brooklyn had an intense healing factor and Astrid was built differently from being not of earth. That was conveniently forgotten about. When he had even gone out to list out all those worries from his mental list to the pair of them now. "Dad you worry too much," Brooklyn laughs softly, "I trust, and know, Astrid would never drop me or let me come in harms way."

Well, she did just call out his train of thought a bit there in that remark, as Steve stared between her and the Elf nearby. f course he knew Astrid was there, he was worried she could get hurt as well. It Seemed Brooklyn was spending too much time with Nina from the fact she laughed once seeing him getting worked up. He was thier dad worrying came with the job. His eyes follow her hand as she soon went to gesture to the ground.

"See, we even put out extra mats and stuff, just in case I do get dropped or slip." Steve, raised a brow as he lightly tapped his foot to the padded ground. Slightly hummed under his breath as he was inspecting it. It did seem far more padded than usual. He had noted from the feeling alone of how 'softer' the floor seemed to be Brooklyn pointing that out was meant to set him at ease but instead that just made him see it as a precaution. That being dropped was also expected and the extra use of the padding that had been set down on the stag was to prevent the landing to be too hard on Brooklyn. Leaving Steve to just rise his glace back to Brooklyn not having been convinced on this meaning to make it safe for her. About to speak up to state as much when Brook cut in again to continue speaking.  "Now uhm, you might wanna step back a little dad," That got him to forget his train of thought “And why is that?” "We're gonna light a ring of fire around us, yanno, for that little extra flare~"

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“You're going to do what?!” That was all Steve got out even as Brooklyn had started to gesture for him to shoo away from the stage so they could set up said fire and get back to thier practice. In turn, also said to Steve the conversation was over, and Brooklyn was set on what they had planned out to do. "Go on, step back please, I don't want you getting burned." He stared dumbfounded a moment, how in the world did she expect that to not worry him at all after trying to sell him on the fact they were doing everything they needed to do to ensure thier safety with this current act. Steve just lifted up his hands to his face and slightly press the palms of his hands against his face groaning out frustrated over the idea alone.

Before he dragged his hand down over his face, opening his fringers to peer between them at Brooklyn and Astrid. Letting his arms drop to his sides as he sighed out a long exasperated breath of air. “Brooklyn.” He said in a clear stern tone before aiming his eyes to Astrid next “Astrid” Making sure to get her attention as well as he now looked at both of them. “Explain to me how on earth, or any other world does it make sense to the two of you that told me of all people. That you plan on not only doing a more deliberate act where falling is in fact expected due to all the extra padded needed on the stage. But that on top of that you also wish to set up a ring of literal fire onto the ground. A slight miss-step can be enough to ruin a finish posed sure. But this?" waving his hands around to the imaginary fire they had yet to light just yet since Steve hadn't moved away just yet. "The expected slip-ups having the risk of landing in the fire now! is somehow not meant to be a concern for me how?!" he said clearly before reclaiming some false sense of calm. Needing a moment of just quiet as he used a hand to rub at the space between his eyes. "Why does it have to actual fire? can't you just ask Tony to whip up something have you not seen how crazy real his holographics can be now?" Steve tossed it out but it was meant as a suggestion. Dropping his hand as he looked at them again. "Look I get it, I was part of an act for a long time I know after a time that you have to add flare and all that jazz to make it more entertaining." Course to steve performing the same action no matter the changes never made it more fun for him. "and maybe you two just want a challenge but please for my sanity can please just consider that?"

[feminaexlux]

Black Cats are Some Kind of Luck

Oh god this might just be a little bit of a crack fic but I had way too much fun writing this.

Rated M, probably? Iunno. LukaNoire!

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In most of the mornings Luka had in his life after toddlerhood he woke up alone in his bed. When Juleka was younger, maybe a toddler herself, she had dragged him out of his bed to hide under a blanket on the floor when she had nightmares. Anarka would find her babies in a tangled nest, since sleeping on the floor meant finding no monsters under the bed to very young imaginative minds.

This morning he woke up with… someone else snuggled next to him. Someone who looked a lot like Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He hadn't gone to sleep that way. Pretty sure of that. He was and had been sober.

He had no idea what happened.

Gently he pried himself away from her, extricating himself carefully from her grasp. He took a quick look around his room and yep, this was his room in his flat that he shared with his best friend. His guitars were hung up against the walls, his music sheet paper was on his desk in random piles, his hoodie was thrown over his desk covering his laptop.

But it was Marinette. In his bed. Oh god, he thought, HOW was she here? Somewhere deep down inside of him he didn't find the idea of him waking up next to her unwelcome but… there was a natural progression to things. Sure, he'd been in love with her for years but she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng the up-and-coming fashion star and personal designer for Jagged Stone. He was just Luka. He hadn't ever given himself even the slimmest of chances when she was Marinette and she had her eyes on Adrien Agreste, the supermodel and son of Gabriel, who ran the most prominent design house in France. She was probably 2 standard deviations out of his league.

"Shit," he whispered to no one in particular. He checked himself over and double checked that he was sober and dressed (oh god we didn't… did we?). She was wearing her pajamas and it didn't look like they did anything so that wasn't going to cause an immediate meltdown. He should probably wake her up and… figure out what happened. He knelt by the edge of the bed and gently shook her by the shoulder. "Hey. Marinette?"

"Mnnng," she groaned, eyebrows furrowing as she frowned. She grabbed at his blankets and pulled them in toward her, then started opening her eyes. "Hi," she said, lazily smiling up at him. She must still have been waking up, but if she smiled like that to whoever she woke up next to he'd happily have them both go back to sleep just so they'd wake up together again.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked. Maybe there'd been an akuma attack and she got teleported here? He wasn't sure. "You're in my room. Do you remember how you got here?"

"Yeah," she yawned. "I cam--" Her eyes shot wide open mid-word and she slapped her hands over her mouth. "Th-there was an akuma!"

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Oh god, she almost said she came here on purpose, and not because she'd been high as a kite on whatever kitty hormones had coursed through her veins while she was Lady Noire.

Well, she couldn't blame it just on the kitty hormones. Regular hormones were bad enough. And if she was even more honest with herself she had wanted to wake up next to Luka Couffaine, the gentleman rocker, ever since she found herself thinking about blues more than greens, distressed more than clean and crisp, shy but warm laughter more than confused smiles.

So basically for a couple of years now.

She should have seen it coming. When she and Mister Bug decided to swap permanently she'd been informed by Plagg that should she choose it, she'd be able to tap into some latent powers with the side effect of being more like the animal the Miraculous represented. She didn't think it'd be a problem so she chose it. Cats just slept all the time. If she didn't have to worry about being Ladybug anymore she could afford more sleep, right?

What she didn't really account for (and she should have after a facepalm worthy moment where she realized Plagg had been teasing it all along) was the heat. Or whatever it was that made her way more… touch-oriented, and way less inhibited than usual.

She'd been alright with napping more often. She'd been alright about unconsciously licking her hands clean. It was convenient that she was the daughter of bakers and helped out making pastries. She was practically covered in flour and sugar all the time anyway (regardless, she always washed her hands after). She didn't have a tail to swish around whenever she was annoyed so nothing about her was more cat-like than usual. Though she was annoyed more often now that she thought about it.

The cat-ness also severely affected her sense of smell.

She wasn't alright with how good some people smelled, especially near her period. When she and Kagami were having a juice date Marinette legitimately drooled at how vibrantly citrusy the fencer was. Alya, Nino, and most of Kitty Section smelled pleasant. Her parents smelled… well, familiar, which was to be expected. Adrien also smelled familiar, which was unexpected.

Luka was the worst. She couldn't place the scent but she kept thinking of blueberries, sea salt, chocolate, ocean waves lapping at her feet, the warmth of a crackling bonfire with the cooling sea breeze, and how badly she wanted to curl herself around him and take in his everything. It wasn't just near her period. It was all the time.

It seemed like after the late-night/early-morning akuma attack she had nearly gone ahead and wrapped herself around him in her kitty hormone addled brain. God, he had smelled so good and her brain had still been fuzzy at the edges when he woke her up, but she had quickly gotten to her senses after he had looked a little panicked and she had noticed that she was detransformed.

She couldn't blame him for being panicked. If the situation was reversed she might have screamed and tossed him across the Seine.

"I'm… I'm so sorry, Luka," she said in her own panic. She looked off to the side and nervously played with the rose-gold ring on her right hand, wondering where Plagg had gone. She looked back at Luka when he blew out a relieved sigh.

"Hey, it was the akuma," he laughed. "You alright? Not hurt anywhere?"

"I'm alright, yeah," she answered, then suddenly frowned. Plagg, that little shit, what the hell was he doing? She found him laying on top of Luka's head, smiling a wide Cheshire cat smile.

"I don't know why the miraculous ladybugs didn't drop you off back home," Luka said, sounding like he was talking more to himself than to her. "Maybe it works differently for Mister Bug?"

Marinette could definitely fudge it and say that the Miraculous Ladybugs kinda… skipped her. "Haha, maybe I was too far from them?" Marinette forced a laugh.

Luka shrugged. "Still, I'm guessing you'd wanna go back home, right?"

Hmm, not really. And well, her ride back home was currently lounging in Luka's hair. She reached out a hand to try to catch Plagg but the kwami slipped out of her grasp. She ended up just… petting Luka. "Oh! S-sorry you had something in your hair," she said quickly, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

"Thanks?" He said, a deep blush rising up to his cheeks. He swept his hair back after Marinette reluctantly drew back her hand and for a long moment Marinette just stared. The younger Couffaines had a mild tendency to hide behind brightly colored bangs when they were feeling shy, but Luka had as much unconventional beauty packed in his features as Juleka did.

And Juleka could very well be a supermodel if she wanted.

"I'll give you a ride back on my bike. Is that alright?" He asked as his blush faded. He still looked a little nervous with his hand on the back of his neck.

"I'd love a ride," she said absently, another yawn overtaking her. Ugh, his bed was so warm and smelled so nice and she would most definitely like to ride him--ride with him, WITH him, WITH him. Yeah, she should go home now before she ruined everything.

At least, that had been the plan. They had gone down to the garage and chatted lightly after getting geared up one after the other, both more than thankful that Luka's roommate was dead asleep in the other room. The ride was smooth and relatively short so she hadn't been thinking about how she wanted to feel him under her the whole time, no, not at all. He parked nearby as her housing complex had like, no available spaces, and walked the block and a half to her apartment with her so she could get out of the borrowed gear without going barefoot in her pajamas.

As he was heading out with the spare gear over his arms, she stopped him. "Thanks for getting me home and… for everything. I'm… I'm glad I didn't end up anywhere else," Marinette said with a shy smile. She got up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"No problem," he said slowly, mostly surprised with a blush creeping over his face. "See you later?"

She had a giant yawn escape her after she closed the door and started walking back to her bedroom. Plagg zipped out of her pajama pants pocket to float in front of her. "Yanno you kissed him on the mouth, right?" he snickered.

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Luka slowly leaned forward and rested his head against her door. Had she just kissed him? Had she just kissed him and he said "see you later" like a dumbass? He tried to stifle a groan and pressed his head harder into the door when the door swung open away from him with surprising speed. Three things worked against him as he tried to recover from stumbling forward: being caught off guard, his arms already carrying stuff that made him unbalanced, and gravity.

Good thing Marinette was there to break his fall. The bad thing was Marinette had some really amazing reflexes and honed self-defense skills because she guided his momentum into throwing him onto the floor, landing him on his back. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands after realizing what she had done. "Oh my god! Luka are you okay?!"

"Don't know," he said, blinking up at the ceiling. He'd been dressed for the slide but definitely felt hit by a truck after she'd kissed him. "Probably," he said after a beat. "Was that an accident?"

"… Yeah, I don't usually throw you to the ground?" Marinette replied, confused.

"No, you kissed me."

She made a couple of noises that sounded like abortive starts at sentences. "I… guess I don't usually do that either," she ultimately sighed, pressing one delicate hand to her very red cheeks. She knelt down next to him and brushed his hair away from his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be okay if you kiss me again," he said, thinking he'd be able to get away with ha, just kidding if she wasn't into it but desperately hoping she would be. Something in her expression shifted and he almost felt his soul leave his body. He started propping himself up by his hands looking for the gear that got flung aside when he was pulled up the rest of the way to sitting by his jacket collar.

He got hit by another metaphorical truck. She pressed her lips to his, which was pretty great by itself but then it got more and intense and open and she unbuttoned his collar and zipped down his jacket. The temperature of the room instantly got stifling and he was sure part of his brain melted.

She pulled back a bit and they got a few breaths of air. He should have used that time to ask Can this be an every day thing but then she licked her lips and all coherent thoughts evaporated. He didn't notice that she successfully tugged his jacket off. Didn't feel it when he got pushed back down. Did notice when she sat on his lap and leaned forward to kiss him hard over and over again. He only heard the faintest buzz of his phone that had almost been drowned out by her tiny, breathy moans, and that had only sunk in and registered after she sat back up and growled at it.

She picked it up and nearly threw it against her couch except she caught a glimpse of something and said "Goddamn it."

It wasn't his finest moment. "Huh?"

"Akuma. Sorry, Luka!" She took his hands off of her ass and jumped up. Somehow she hauled him up to his feet and pushed him out the still opened door, pressing his jacket and phone into his hands. "I'll get the rest of the stuff to you later okay? I'm so sorry!"

"Wait. Hold on, what--" She cut him off by kissing him again, which was a surprisingly effective tactic.

"I'll meet you for lunch, but for now I gotta g--hide! Be safe! Sorry!" Then the door slammed shut.

The phone buzzed in his hand and he took a look at the notifications. They were all from his roommate, the bastard.

Just now Di © K: Hope ur ok where ever the fuck u r

One minute ago Di © K: Shit akuma

Two minutes ago Di © K: Oi whered u go

Three minutes ago Di © K: ? Di © K: Lulu Di © K: Heeeeey Di © K: Hey

… Didn't the whole thing with akumas mean he should have stayed indoors? With her?

He wasn't sure he could sit on his bike comfortably for the next little while anyway.

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Mister Bug swore almost every other akuma was some damned mind-control wizard. Of course it had to be one of those today, and of course today Lady Noire was especially pissed off so she was slightly more reckless than usual. Which was saying something, as Mister Bug had seen her go on a rampage not 8 hours ago and that had been one of the quickest akuma fights he'd ever seen. Seen and not participated in, as he'd been left nothing but cleanup.

Heatstroke or whatever had literally thrown the akumatized object at Lady Noire's feet after she had beaten and clawed the shit out of him. He was cowering in the relative security of a dumpster bin when Mister Bug found him.

She must have really loved her sleep. It'd been maybe 2am?

This latest akuma called herself the Directator. She'd been managing a movie set and of course something had gone wrong early in the day. So Hawky gave her the power to truly direct everything to her heart's desire or similar bullshit like that. Mister Bug and Lady Noire took maybe a few minutes to try to figure things out when Lady Noire skipped straight to the attack phase, beating Directator with the director's chair.

He should have noticed that she was ready to pounce when Lady Noire's ears were angled back and her electric green tail was whipping back and forth in a threatening fashion. She'd been way more actual-cat-like than he ever was as Chat Noir.

Directator panicked and commanded Lady Noire to 1) stop attacking her, 2) put the director's chair down gently, 3) be a nice kitty, 4) take off and go.

Mister Bug spent the next few minutes chasing after Lady Noire. When he finally caught up with her and stopped her, she put up her hands. He sighed with relief that she still wanted to work with him. He'd been relieved all up until she started slapping him with those hands and he fell back in surprise. She took off again.

It looked like she was heading in a particular direction so, after deciding to stay back a bit, Mister Bug trailed after her to see where she ended up. He didn't have to wait too long until she stopped running across the rooftops and dropped down to street level, where she seemed to chat up a dude in full riding gear next to a motorcycle. The next thing he saw was Lady Noire taking motorcycle guy by the waist and using her baton to propel them both to the roof of the tallest nearby building.

Maybe he should… do something about that? Especially since it seemed like Motorcycle Guy was screaming out a "what the fuuuuck".

Mister Bug went after them and found Motorcycle Guy sitting against the raised ledge of the building with Lady Noire curled up against him, sitting on his lap. Adrien coughed to hide and try to suppress his laughter. Motorcycle Guy raised his visor (oh hey, it was Luka) and asked "What's going on?"

Before Mister Bug could answer Lady Noire leapt up and stamped her foot in front of Adrien. "No! He's mine! Leave us alone!!" she hissed.

"I'm what?" Luka said incredulously.

Mister Bug backed up a few steps to placate her. "Yeah, okay," he chuckled. "You're being a nice kitty, right?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I'm always nice."

"You're right. So the nice kitty will let me talk to her friend for a minute, right? 'Cause you're such a nice Lady Noire?"

"Only a minute," she said unhappily. She was pouting.

"Great!" Mister Bug said cheerfully. He walked over to Luka and contemplated what to do on the way.

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(Just a bit earlier)

Where had Marinette disappeared to? Luka had knocked several times after she shut him out but she didn't answer. He pressed his ear against the door to see if he could hear anything but it was dead silent on the other side. She wouldn't have made out with him and thrown him out like this and ghosted him… would she? It didn't seem like a Marinette thing. Not that he was an expert in all things Marinette… one day he'd like to see if she'd let him become one though.

He had loitered around her place for probably 20 minutes trying to convince himself to not break in and find out what happened. He'd have to respect her privacy and he did, really, but the last akuma attack magically teleported her to his someone else's bed and his thoughts were slowly spiraling into dangerous territory, where he imagined her ending up in Adrien's bed and her realizing she had better people than Luka to roll around under the bedcovers with.

Be cool, man, he thought at himself. Not going to help anyone if he suffered a mental breakdown. There might be a non-zero chance that she ended up back at his place? Okay that seemed too optimistic but… he should probably let his flatmate know he was fine and that he was heading back anyway.

He walked out to his bike after putting his jacket back on and unlocked the rear seat off to get to his helmet. He'd been ready to get back on the bike and ride off when he heard more than saw someone plunk down next to him. He turned and Lady Noire was looking directly at him. "Hi Luka," she said. "I need you."

"For the akuma?" He asked. Maybe he needed to be Viperion again? "Okay?" She rushed in and threw him over her shoulder, then they were a hundred meters in the air. "What the fuck?!"

He got plopped down against the ledge of the building and then she sat curled up on him. It might have been his imagination but… she was purring? This was… not making any sense at all. Luka saw Mister Bug land on the roof and the spotted hero managed to get Lady Noire off of him for a minute.

Mister Bug walked over and sighed before talking with Luka. That was a bad sign. "I'm sorry to have to ask this, but could you… stay with her until I can deal with this akuma? I just needed to know she's safe and in one place."

"… What?"

"Mind control akuma. Lady Noire's been hit with some weird commands." Mister Bug paused and looked thoughtful. "Hmm, I don't know, actually. Seems like she's just doing whatever she wants to outside of being ordered to leave the scene."

"Can't you fix that? Or… maybe get me out of here?"

"It'll be fixed after I deal with the akuma. I don't know if you noticed but Kitty here has been pretty extreme recently. Might be safer for everyone, including both me and you, if she's here and not ordered to Cataclysm anyone or anything." Mister Bug dropped his voice to a whisper. "Never thought she'd be a loose cannon. She might just attack me again so I'm not going to tempt fate if she just wants to hang out with you." Mister Bug shrugged at Luka. "Hey, greater good and all that. I promise I'll fix this as soon as I can. Take care of her, alright?"

"Hey wait--" "Bug out!"

Mister Bug up and left them. Shit. Lady Noire came walking back and looked over the edge of the building to make sure Mister Bug was gone. She sat back down next to Luka. "Okay, good, it's just us!" she beamed, hugging him.

"Uh," Luka started uncomfortably. "Not… to try to make things any weirder, but… could you get off of me?"

She pulled back, looking hurt. "You don't like me?"

"I… don't know who you are. I mean as a person, not a superhero." Luka tried to say that gently enough to not set her off. "I might like you if I got to know you?" He backtracked, feeling unsure. "But I mean, I'm just not great with the touching. I'm… into someone and it feels wrong to have someone else be this close."

Her ears flattened out to the side. "Who's that?" she asked, half sad and half… bitter? He felt like he just waded into turbulent waters. He didn't want to throw anyone under the Lady Noire murder bus, least of all Marinette.

"I'll tell you if you stay here," he compromised, hoping that he didn't just sign any death warrants. "Besides, you know her already. She usually chases after you."

"Alya?!" Lady Noire was shocked.

"No, Marinette? She always runs out to--"

"But I'm Marinette."

"… You. You're Marinette? Marinette Du--"

"Dupain-Cheng, yeah. That's me."

Oh. "… I thought you weren't supposed to tell anyone who you were?"

She snorted. "I can do whatever I want!" She leaned in closer. "So does this mean I can touch you again?"

∴

It was just a few moments shy of Mister Bug letting the ladybugs set everything back to normal, so he ignored the notification on his yo-yo from Lady Noire. He checked it after and saw one line: "Taking Luka home now! ;)" Oh boy. Well, she should be relatively okay now. Luka would be fine.

Hopefully…

∴

Lady Noire started whining and that whine turned into a full blown scream in the middle of dropping from the roof, just as the Miraculous Cure worked its magic over her. Luckily she still landed softly enough while she held onto Luka, so it wasn't that she had lost control or anything. She immediately jumped away from him after setting him on his feet.

"Oh my god I am so, so, so, so sorry Luka," she cried, covering her entirely red face with her hands.

"Thank god you're back to normal," Luka sighed, leaning back against the building.

"Any chance you could forget all that?" Lady Noire asked nervously, dropping her hands back to fiddle with her baton. She looked like she wanted to leave Earth as soon as she possibly could.

All that included him taking his helmet off, her crawling back into his lap and grinding herself against him, her ripping apart his jacket and shirt (they were fixed now), peppering him with kisses and tiny bites everywhere, and doing all of this while she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng underneath it all. He did his best to keep up and reciprocate but she was superpowered. She barely let him breathe but he survived. And he'd enjoyed it. He had enjoyed the hell out of it. But at the same time he had gotten thoroughly overwhelmed.

He didn't want to forget all that, but… "I can if you want me to," he sighed. She'd been mind-controlled, after all. "It was all the akuma, right?" Too bad. "What… about earlier?"

She opened her mouth to reply but inhaled too quickly and started coughing. "Um, I…" She coughed again. "Er. Um…" She bit her lip and looked down, muttering something to herself.

∴

Goddamn it, Plagg. Plagg had mentally kicked her and the voice in her head said "Cat's already outta the bag, toots, you've been wanting to mount that guy for-e-ver. Don't you dare take it back." It startled her enough to cause her to choke on air.

"Um, I… Er. Um…" She kicked at the ground. She wanted this. She wanted this. No mind-influencing akuma had told her to kiss him, that had been completely her. "No, don't… don't forget anything. I wanted all that," she sighed. "It was all me."

He raised his helmet visor to get a better look at her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded and looked back up at him. "I'm sure. I… kinda want to continue, too?"

It sounded like he choked. "I… wouldn't mind that."

She glanced back at her apartment a few blocks away. "See you in a few?"

∴

(Some time later)

Luka hadn't completely gotten used to waking up with someone else in bed. He wasn't sure if he ever would, since every time he woke up next to Marinette it'd been nothing short of amazing and he'd felt like he was dreaming but no, she was actually there.

Occasionally he'd have to deal with waking up in the middle of the night because she'd leave for patrol, or had come back from it to snuggle back into his arms. It wasn't really a problem because they were together in the morning.

He didn't really miss waking up alone.

[muutosarchive]

HE DIDN'T EXACTLY EXPECT the reaction he gets, however he can understand it. he was trying to be a bit demanding about it, purposefully holding out. thought maybe ghost'd like that. however in all honesty, he had been a bit entranced by the sight itself. an inherent draw to his partner showing off, &. for him, no less. he wanted to hear more whimpers of that voice saying his name as though he weren't even in the bloody room. however, he should have taken account the other's penchant for acting like this.

perhaps he likes being able to defy his captain's orders in private. ironic, considering how often he insists on calling him sir. however, it does tend to play on that same nerve his men do when they question him in a manner that's unappreciated. sometimes difficult to separate in the heat of the moment.

luckily, the fact that simon's actions are endearing to the captain . . . well, it softens him up a tad. he doesn't have the fight in him right now to continue this charade.

he smirks at the crossed legs &. cutely annoyed expression taken root on lightly scarred face, with an even more skewed mouth of his own &. a silent chuckle passing larger chest. "yer a real piece o' work, yanno tha', mate?" he wonders aloud, not bothering to bring up the truth of the matter. that of which they both know perfectly well. ignoring, at least on the surface, the pushed exhale the sight of the toy brings. unnecessary if you ask him. fuck sake. jealous over a toy, mactavish?

crossing to the side of the cot, he sits &. gets down on one knee. taking previously plunged fingers &. guiding them towards his mouth. however, he doesn't partake yet, despite making eye contact. the scent of him still lingering on the digits. "wish ye'd throw those bloody things away, already. y'don' need em'." it's earnest. anything they could do, he could do it better. whenever he wanted. but that wasn't important.

he places a warm, calloused hand over naked thigh while he guides the previously slick fingers into his mouth. licking up the drying fluids leftover, with his expression having turned deathly intent somewhere along the line. "no' when ye' got me here." he heaves the words huskily while kissing knuckles. "now lie down fer me, will ye? i'll make i' worth yer while."

    god  forbid  he  get  what  he  wants  -  now  put  up  on  expectations  he  doesn't  care  to  fulfill.  brown  eyes  narrow,  before  they  roll,  an  annoyed  scoff  passing  his  lips.  you've  go'a  be  fuckin'  kiddin'  me.  it  doesn't  pass  his  lips  -  but  it  may  as  well  have  with  the  annoyed  look  he  levels  john  with.  a  brat  -  but  he  can  hardly  blame  himself  in  this  particular  moment.  withholding  after  walking  in  on  him  like  that?  what  gives? 

   “an'  if  i'  weren'  a  free  show?”  a  soft  grunt  passes  as  he  pulls  his  fingers  out  of  himself,  cursing  himself  silently  as  he  crosses  his  legs,  blocking  out  the  view  with  a  rather  petulant  scowl.  “t'  my  knowledge,  you  walked  in  on  me,  interuptin'  me.  an'  don'  gimme  shite  ‘bou’  lockin'  my  door  when  you  know  damn  well  jus'  as  much  as  me  i  never  ‘ave  t’  do  such  a  thing.  used  t'  be  no'  a  single  soul  dared  en'er.”  that's  putting  aside  the  very  obvious  hints  he  left  open  to  be  interpreted.  but  he's  not  focusing  on  those  because  they  defer  from  his  point  he  wants  to  make. 

   “'ere's  your  choices.”  simon  moves,  swinging  his  legs  over  his  bed,  reaching  into  a  drawer  to  pull  out  one  of  his  favored  vibrators.  one  that  really  gets  the  job  done  quick.  he  flashes  a  cocky  grin,  arching  his  brows.  “i's  gonna  be  one  uv  ya  wha'  ge's  me  off.  who'd  ya  rather  get  me  whimperin'?”

[a-rainbow-tale]

*Flowey, watching the interaction, facepalms among seeing how awkward Rainbow still is, but soon follows after the two step outside, finally making an appearance to the human and accompanying his little helper*

Flowey: Howdy there, I'm Flowey! Seems you've already met my friend Rainbow. He's a little shy, and I just thought it'd be nice if he tried to get more friends, yanno? Plus, it'd be nice if you got some reliable buddies to help you along the underground, assuming you're new.

Flowey: *He offers a hand- well no. Leafshake* That reminds me, what's your name? You didn't introduce yourself yet. *chuckles and lightly nudges the human teasingly with a vine* Don't you know manners?

" --Uh... there's more talking flowers. Cool. " The human comments out loud. They.. awkwardly take the leafshake, squinting uncomfortably. " I'm Rein. Nice to meet you...... Flowey..? I guess? "

[crazyartdad]

Wow just kissing

Hes surprised how his parents still slept as Stuart crept back to his room, stumbling drunkenly through a dark hallway in a great attempt to sneak. And while the last crack of the door was shut he was even more surprised how they didn't wake up from they yell that followed after.

Hell you scared him too.

“Shit from how much we see each other you'd think-fuck” He says ruffling a hand through his unwashed hair.

Stuart relaxed against his door, heaving a sigh of relief as he looked over to the punk that sat at his windowsill, calmly putting out a cigarette bud. “Sorry, im alittle drunk and, I didnt think- the light n stuff”.

“Get a little nasty did we?” Mudz asks vaguely with a chuckle as he goes to plop down on the end of your bed.

“Naw, heads a bit swimmin. Decided to dip out afta a few hours” He says discarding his shirt, staggering to his dresser to find his bottle of pills. Finding the bottle he looked to the label with half a mind and popped three to swallow them dry.

“I was looking through your music, and might I add that you have...a very nice taste added to the mix.” the Bassists purred in approval using the Bluenettes new Rolling Stones album to fan away the leftover smoke that settled in the room..

“Careful with how much I paid for it, it's worth more then ya life”

“Ah so it was stolen” He laughs gathering a new cigarette between his lips, offering one to Stuart has he goes to play the disc. 2D Grabs a match from his pockets as he strikes a flame against his leg, holding it steadily to his end before waving the light out.

“Pops let ya in or dija sneak?” he asks through a wave of smoke.

“You know I come when I please, Whos party?” Murdoc asks after setting the needle down gently.”

“Emma Crabunk” Stuart said with a nasty tone as he settled on the bed to slip off his shoes.

“Thought you said she was a bitch”

“Still is but she throws a damn good party, thought I was bringing drugs tho. Like id share any wit er” he says rolling his eyes with a mumble, Mudz leaned against the wall.

“Meet any cuties?”

Stuart takes a minute to think, “there was this nice dark girl, real great hair, cool ass glasses-” he thought aloud. “One of them Disco Hippie chicks, yanno? We danced a bit but I didn't really feel like jumpin her, Think she came with this other chick anyway” He says with another drag from his smoke.

“Nice” he says “How was ya concert tonight?” “Well you weren't there, so kinda boring really. Had a seat up front fer ya..” “You mad I didn't go?” Stuart asks sitting up to face him

He gives a shrug hoping to brush off the topic before taking another drag to blow to the cracked window. He opens his mouth to speak but decides against it shaking his head.

“What?” He asks looking concerned “Nothing, just there was a party... I wanted to take ya too after, good one I coulda got ya some drinks and stuff” he shrugs again nonchalantly as he made his way over “Oh...Sorry” Stuart muttered looking down, rubbing the back of his neck

Murdoc gruffs a bit to show he’s unconcerned at the problem before resting his hands behind his head, falling back to the sheets below.

“ No foul play, we can hang here. After all, i'm welcomed whenever~” “That you are~” Stuart plays back

They sit in silence for a few songs, listening to comfortable thoughts in a smoked filled room while the record player spun some classic rolling stones.

“I like Keith Richards” “Yeah, he's kinda hot” Stuart smirks “Ment music wise but yeah, pretty bangable. I mean ya don't have ta be bent ta know that” “What about Jagger?” “Something bout him seems off, good voice just…..maybe his hair?”

“Really? I thought he was some sort of Idol” Stuart asks oh so innocently hoping to rile the older male.

Murdoc sits up looking appalled

“Keiths a sex God, how could you look at Mick and think yeah I'd fuck that awkward mess” “You're just saying that because Keith looks like you!” “Exactly!, he's stealing my looks and moves” He laughs putting his cigarette out on his boot.

Stuart laughs and sits up to flick his cigarette out the window with Mudz, shifting closer to him. He props his head in his hand and stares down the teen-esque male, poking his tongue through his gap teeth.

“So who's really stealing, him or you?” “You wanna find out?~” He says with a cocky smile.

Without thinking, Stuart leans down to capture a sudden kiss. Surprised at his own boldness and earning a squeak from none other than Murdoc himself. He thought about pulling away, suddenly feeling all to aware at the awkward situation and the possibility of completely fucking up his friendship.

But with even more shock Murdoc claims the kiss just as eagerly as Stuart.

“I-Im sorry its jus that-” He starts, pulling away for a hitch of breath only to get yanked back by the locks of his hair. Stuart gave a moan of approval ignoring the sharp pain of the others teeth that clipped the edge of his lips.

The taste of whiskey and smoke filled his mouth, something oddly charming as it fit well with the others rough characteristics. It was the kind of drunken attention he'd been craving all night as Murdoc pulls slightly at the his bottom lip. Invading his mouth to run his tongue along the gap in front he caused several years back during a game of pool gone wrong. He maneuvers the man lightly, hoping to urge him to his lap and was all to giddy when he complied, pushing the kiss a little harder.

Settling his leg over Stuart detaches himself from his lips to leave a trail of kisses down Murdoc's neck, trembling with every little noise that slips near his ear. The Satanist grasps the his hips as he slips his eyes closed, relaxing against the grazing teeth against his jaw.

“Fuck” he half yelp as Stuart bravery took a bite at his neck, he could feel the bruise beginning to form as a tongue pressed against the vein stained in his neck along with the stiffness rising in his jeans. “Ok?” He asks looking over Mudz with an all too concerned look in his eyes, fuck this was too vulnerable he told himself tingeing red from the thought of being so affected by so little. This needs to change ASAP.

Pushing himself up from the bed he grabs his hips in a vice grip and decides to dominate by parting his slips once more. This is..a lot more complicated (and hotter) than what was initially thought, trying to settle both their dominance was hard especially when Stuart ran his hands through the greasy mess of hair that Murdoc all to much enjoyed

All was well, good music, a slight buzz. additive kissing with heavy petting had them both shaking for more but before Murdoc could get ahold of eithers belt a knock at the door caused them both to pale and cease their actions.

“Stewie-honey? Are you ok?” His mom ask through the door.

Scurrying up from Murdoc’s lap he makes a break to the door before his mom bursts onto the current situation. The Bassists gives a toothy grin at the familiar nickname as he looks to the mirror to fix his hair and shirt.

He opens the door without haste, startling the poor mother she stood worryingly in her bathrobe. He gives a small coughs, thankful of the darkness to hide his embarrassed face.

“Are you feeling alright?, I heard noises is- Stuart is that smoke I smell? What did I tell you about smoking inside!” She says starting out concerned only to have her face distort from the smell that wafted through.

“I- Mom sorry I-”

“Hello Mrs. Pot!” Murdoc calls from the room

Stuart jolts from the noise but is relieved when he sees his mom soften from the all too familiar sound. Stuart pushes open the door a tad more so Murdoc can wave from the bed, a sudden stack of records in his lap.

“Murdoc honey oh! Hello!, everything alright dear, you're here pretty late?” “Im fine Mrs.Pot n’ sorry for the noise, I stubbed my toe on the damn dresser” “Language please” She scolds and he holds up his hands in defeat “We're fine mom, just-” “Well you're always welcomed,” She interrupts “just please no smoking inside and don't forget you have classes tomorrow- has he been a good host Murdoc?” “Nothing but the best~” he says with his best snake smile, eyeing down Stuart and his all to apparent flustered state. Rachel smiles lovingly at her boys and kisses Stuarts cheek goodnight before heading back down the hall leaving both men to sit in silence.

“Past your bedtime Stewie?” He asks mockingly

Stuart gives him a look trying to think of something to say, but with nothing coming to mind due to his still current state of high he settles with a heartfelt middle finger to the crackling Musician.

[ducknotinarow]

Buddy was sat at the Kitchen table, faint smirk tugging onto their beak. They're aware what they're doing; being a big petty brat, much like their dad - but this was revenge. Embarrass them in front of their date will they!?

On the table, a large StarDucks cup, the logo as clear as day. Inside though? NESTCafé's on, Buddy was petty but they weren't going to subject themselves to that sludge - they'd sooner drink toilet water.

Eyes flicker up when their papá walks in, Buddy merely smiling, acting innocent; dad had taught them well, unfortunately. Taking a hold of their cup, Buddy drinks from it casually, knowing what sins they were currently committing in their home,

"Good morning papá~" Buddy greets as if nothing was wrong, "Hope you don't mind, but I felt like something a little different today~" Papá didn't need to know what was really in the cup, "I'd get you one but I know you don't really like Starducks, yanno, it's not that bad~"

The lowest of all blows, maybe Buddy took it too far there. Oh well, can't really take that back now. Standing up from their chair, cup still in hand, Buddy merely smiles as they walk towards them,

"Yanno, maybe I'll take my date there next time, considering when I brought them here you and dad made things awkward."

This is assuming Buddy will be allowed out of the house ever again.

| muse interaction

Richard lightly stroked fingers over his once fully dark ebony hair, now greying in places showing his age, as he tried to ease away the throb in his head, eyes closed for an attempt to get the need of a bit more rest as he made his way to the kitchen. Years spent drinking about twenty cups during the day alone habit hadn't changed in his older years. Richard knew the difference between his headache and this one was from withdrawal of the caffeine he pretty much had going through his blood stream at all times. Letting talons drag across the floor, tail feathers hung a little lower he wasn't all that awake yet. Part of him thought about make a latte or even a cappcino maybe? Not like he didn't have all the bell and wishlet at home todo so now. Even if Bailey complained about how the kitchen seemed to near have a mini café in it.

Richard had only stopped on his way into to the kitchen when he spotted Buddy sat at the kitchen table by themself cup of coffee in hand as they offered thier papá a what he at first read as a bright and beaming smile. Seemed they got up and about first.

"Good morning papá~"

Richard went to nod his head thier way before answering them with a greeting themself only to do a double take. He was certien that was a Starducks logo on the cup in his home, being held by his son! Even worse because now Richard recognized the smile they were giving as the shock of it seemed enough to jog his brain now. That was the unmistable grin of a brat. Knowing they exactly what they were doing and waiting for Richard to witness it. The main reason behind thier crime!

"Hope you don't mind, but I felt like something a little different today~"

Richard beak near fell open left agagpe, eyes narrowing on the dreaded logo of the company he lothed more than anything in the world. Well feathers lifting awake now only to bristle up at the sight alone! Didn't mind Buddy very well knew Richard did in fact mind and a lot at that!!

"I'd get you one but I know you don't really like Starducks, yanno, it's not that bad~"

Having it at all was bad in it's self, bring it into the house or café was a step up but Buddy his son the one who used to drink his coffee all the time claimed that poisonous sludge to not be that bad! oh no that had to be one of the worse things to ever be stated and simply because it was Buddy who said it to him just now. Buddy moved out from thier seat cup still in hand as they made thier way over to Richard now, committed to thier act as they smiled at Richard. Yeah they had learned just as much from Bailey as they had RIchard with how they held thier grin.

"Yanno, maybe I'll take my date there next time, considering when I brought them here you and dad made things awkward."

That was it.

"CHIQUITO!" was all Richard excalimed in a single breath followed by the click of his tongue "You're date is really going to find it awkward when I charge full steam ahead into that god forsaken bussniess" from how the eagle spoke of the company one would think it was in the less favorable parts of the city and not just a simple coffee chain."A take you right out of there. And don't think I can't" A slight poke given to Buddy's shoulder not roughly or anything more to physically act out Richard was being serious with his threat. "I still lug your father around and you know more than half his weight is in his feathers alone. So I will rush in that building, bulldoze past everyone in the lobby and pick you up and lift over my shoulder just to get you out of that building Chiquito" Middle name used twice now just to show that Buddy hand't just gotten Richard worked up but no they had successful made him mad just now. Teenage rebellion or not Richard was not going to let Buddy get away with his crimes today. "No child of MINE is going to be a pateron of that morally bankuprt corparte cesspool, that would rather throw in as many buildings, kiosks, stand whatever else when ever they fucking can over making an actually good product well upcharging his value of being nothing more than hot steamed milk and sugar!" That got a bit personal fast Richard moving back now turning away from the kitchen, he didn't even want coffee anymore Buddy had ruin his want for it. Stopping only to turn around and comsicate the mug from Buddy's hand. Now he was going back into the kitchen once more, to get rid of the evidence behind Buddy's crime. Standing over by the sink as he started to tip the cup forward letting the coffee pour out, the biggest sin Richard himself had ever commented in his own years. "I can't believe you would go and buy this crap let alone a mug for that company? Supporting such a literal vulture." Clicking his tongue as he verbally 'tsk' at his son heading to the kitchen to get rid of the coffee. "Dad and I are going have to take you to see that Duck and Chicken that help with you adjustments, get your head checked out clearly you hit in one of those fights you go in-"

Richard was going on to say only to pause in the middle of his speech, as he was pouring the coffee down the sink he caught a whiff of it expected that dull sugar scent only to pick up on. A aromatic full scent a very famillair one seeing how Richard often carried the same scene mixed with his cologe but Richard knew it. Pulling his arm back now as he lifted the cup to his beak taking in the smell again just needing to be sure. He eyed it for a moment before taking a sip of the possible poison...he knew this blend. It was one of his blends. Richard became silence all together, deathly so. Least till his tail feathers flared out, Richard nearly slamming the mug to the counter.

"Buddy Chiquito Evans-Alder" Full name now, not only had they tricked Richard and acted a brat they did far worse. "Did you put my coffee into a mug with that mans logo on it?" Richard didn't need an answer of course, he had the proof. Bills of his beak repeatedly click as he stood up fully now leaving the mug at the counter arms crossed over his chest as he looked at his son. "You'll have plenty of time for dates it seems, because you not working a single shift this week at the Café. Okay for most that might not be a punishment but Richard knew Buddy enjoyed working at the café so for Buddy it was.

[nytehavyn-circle]

Tolaas watched her work on the bullet wound with interest. At least the bullet had been through and through, so there had been no need for her to try to remove a bullet.

He grinned at her, his fangs glinted. "Yeah, I'm okay, darlin'," he said to her. "Ain't the first time I been shot tryin' ta help someone, sure as hell ain't gonna be the last."

His eyes roamed over her fiery red hair. Tolaas had always had a thing for redheads. He had a thing for Shani, too, which was probably obvious, but he hadn't acted on it. Which was just a little strange for him, because he usually always told those who were the objects of his affection that he liked them. This time, he'd remained silent. But he didn't try to hide how he felt. He just hadn't said anything.

"Hey, Shani? Thanks fer bringin' yer little bag ta make a house call," he laughed. "Normally I can stitch myself up out in the field,"he said. "But I figured i'd call a professional. Didn't wanna go ta Anubis 'gain, cause I'm tired a'him blowin' jars a dirt in my face ta numb me up," he laughed lightly. "An' yanno I can't exactly go ta a hospital. Can't have 'em keepin' records a'my visits."

His brown eyes watched her face as she worked, and then they drifted downward back to his wound and how her hands were delicately taking care of it.

@ofmythsandfables

open starter for Shani!

basics: medic / human / 25 / pan interactions: pre-established preferred but open to new encounters verse: main ( AUs are welcome )

"Hold still. This may sting a bit..."

Well, she knew it would sting more than a bit, but it also depended on the other's pain tolerance. Shani gently dabbed at the wound on the other's bicep, making sure to be gentle enough but doing her best to clean out the wound efficiently.

There were a few moments of silence between them as she worked, until her blue eyes rose to meet the other's gaze and she paused. "....you holding up alright?"

[officialnightwing]

Dick's smile faltered, but he nodded. Once. Resolute, before beginning a discussion he'd practiced, knew like the back of his hand but was still always heart-thumping nervous when it arose.

"Mmmhm, yeah," Dick reached a hand out to cup along Hunter's jawline. Thumb grazing the curve of his mouth, pressing against the bow of the lip very lightly. "If that's something you want." A swallow. "It's something I want."

His gaze flicked off and away, flitting like a bird in trapped in the rafters of a cathedral. Then refocused.

"There's not really a roadmap for seeing a civilian, when you go mask off- or mask on -but I try to do this before I get serious with anyone."

With Babs and Kori, they'd known before dating. Terri had been psychic. He'd revealed Nightwing on his first date with Shawn.

Dick cleared his throat, tearing his thoughts away. "But I gotta. Look, there are risks. I mean, there are already risks-" he admitted, "and I think everyone knowing more helps keep both of us safe."

Something that B usually disagree with, but fuck him.

"So yeah. You might be a bigger target for rogues, not just because I'm Nightwing, but because of- uh- my civilian identity is famous, I guess?" He laughed nervously. "And yeah, I've been kidnapped out of suit, and my partners have been too, but generally speaking, bad guys know to leave Bats and their family alone."

"Just, not all the bad guys have boundaries or limits..." his gaze tugged away. "I'm actually- it's why I've been in Gotham so long."

"One of those sort of bad guys. And I don't want him to find out about you, cause- I like you, and-" Dick flushed. "Like I like-like you. And I know you can take care of yourself, but this man is... sometimes things get personal between him and me."

He didn't think Slade would go that far, that he'd know better than to try that shit, or maybe he just hoped? Because the thought of Slade capturing Hunter to get to Dick was anxiety-inducing, had his heartbeat going wildly out of reason.

He had to tear his thoughts of that train of thought. Dive out the side and tuck and roll. Dick exhaled, nearly wobbly.

"But look, yeah. Yes. There is a risk of kidnapping, but that doesn't- not happen if you don't know who I am, yanno?" Dick exhaled in a huff. "It just leaves you in the dark when it happens, and I'm not about that."

He leaned forward and dropped his head against Hunter's shoulder, "I guess what I'm saying is, there's risks. There's more if you know who I am. But I want to tell you. If you still... want to know... cause-" He tripped over his own words, unable to quite say he was getting more serious.

He hadn't meant to do that, it just- it was like falling, the inevitability of it sometimes. He'd always leapt in heart first. Always, always, always.

The Big Question

//Hunter and Nightwing had gone on several more dates since their first meeting- dinner out, climbing, hide and seek, another dinner out, a burlesque show, and plenty of intimate moments all throughout and between.// //That particular evening Slade had picked a rooftop facing towards Patty's Pier- a local carnival with a Ferris wheel, a couple small roller coasters, and other simple carnival-style entertainment and temptations. A blanket was spread out, with cushions to sit on, and a very large picnic hamper was resting by Slade's shoes. Dick had texted that he was on his way, and so he began to settle down on the roof- sitting on his cushion, pulling the basket closer. Fragrant scents spilled out from the tiny seams of wicker.// @officialnightwing

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she nodded quietly, staring at her hands. " i've spent my whole life hiding, " but at least before her family was killed, she had people she could come home to that could relate to her and her struggles. without them she felt totally alone in the world, knowing that there were others like her, but unable to find them as they were all so scattered. most of them in hiding like her for fear of what might happen if people knew... but she trusted jacob. a rare feat for her, to trust. she didn't take it lightly.

noah smiled a little bit, finally looking back at him. " yeah, it's okay, " she let out a deep breath, one she hadn't quite realized she'd been holding inside of her. " i haven't bothered in so long, trying to tell anyone. it's not fun, yanno?? but i just... i don't like keeping things from you, " she admitted with a tiny shrug. " it's exhausting, " because she was comfortable with him, and when noah was comfortable, her true thoughts and feelings were nearly always on display. having to actively pretend to literally not be herself around him was work and it was beginning to become too difficult to keep up.

"they think you're some kind of monster, don't they? or laugh in your face, because how could something like a shifter exist? they're supposed to be apart of fairytales, not reality." he assumes it's what she must have heard when revealing her true self. disbelief. fear. but he wasn't feeling either of those things, because how are we supposed to know about everything out there in the world?

"it's okay, really. i'm sure you keep it a secret to protect yourself. don't have to worry about me though, yeah? i won't tell a soul, or go home and google ways to kill you." he's trying to lighten the mood, but isn't really sure if it's possible."sorry. i like to make jokes. you know this, of course."