#i forgot that that was a thing that happed

[keter-class-anomaly]

THIS JUST IN!!!

music is loud when you play it at high volumes.

mind BLOWN.

[ninuwrites]

you gotta try|LH

summary: logan got a bit jealous

warnings: smut, f!reader, oral(f! receiving), p in v, breeding kink, but possessive

a/n: FINALLYYY I FINISHED THIS. enjoy my loves. english is not my first language so sorry for the grammar. i love ya all🩷

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you were enjoying your morning coffee, in your armchair, after sending logan to work.

when you were washing the mug you used and some plates from this morning, you saw logans lunch laying on the dining table.

so as a good wife you are you decided to bring logan his forgotten lunch.

you put on your favourite sundress and your shoes, took your bag and logans food and went out.

you decided to walk to logans work because you would arrive just in time of lunch brake.

—

when you arrived you started to look for logan. you didn’t really feel comfortable around so many man.

good thing was you remembered some of then from the pub you work in.

“hey bruce, do you know where logan is?” you asked the most familiar one.

“oh hey there pretty girl, he just went to get something from the office, he should be right back.” bruce answered and smiled.

you talked for a while but he had some work to do.

as you waited for logan, some guys were trying to get your attention.

“whatcha waiting for sweetheart?” one of them asked.

“my boyfriend.” you smiled and started talking to them.

that’s when logan saw you. all pretty in the sundress he gave you few days ago smiling at his coworkers.

logan didn’t really have a great day. he was late, forgot a goodbye kiss and his lunch and now you’re all dolled up talking to some fuckers.

you looked around if logan was anywhere near. when you saw him you excused yourself and ran into his arms.

“hey baby.” he mumbled into your hair and gave you a kiss on top of your head. “why are you here darling?” he asked his hands rubbing your back.

your hands rested on his chest, you looked into his eyes “you forgot your lunch.” you mumbled “didn’t want you to get all pissy and grumpy.” you smiled and he kissed your nose.

“thank you bub.” he tried to look calm and composed but you knew something was off.

“will you wait in the office f’ me bub? we can go home together.” logan asked while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“mhm.” you shook your head yes, gave him a kiss and left to get to the office.

—

it didn’t take logan that long to finish his work. the thoughts of you waiting for him were enough to speed up his work.

when he was about to step into the office, he heard a mans voice followed by your soft giggles and suddenly the anger he had before lunch felt like never left.

he sprung the door open. you were sitting on a chair beside his coworker, who was too close for logans liking.

“hi baby, john has been keeping me company for a little.” you stood up and grabbed his arm and he immediately gripped your side. the vein on his forehead was close to popping and his eyes were filled with anger.

he didn’t say a word, just intertwined your hands, nodded at john and turned to leave.

“it was nice talking to you y/n.” john smiled but logan just urged you to the door and slammed it.

he was gripping your hand tightly, you barely kept up with his long and fast steps.

you stepped out of the office, he gave a brief nod to other coworkers and got in through car.

“what’s wrong lo?” you asked gently when he started the car, his hand gripping your bate thigh. he just looked at you and huffed.

you didn’t know what did you do wrong. okay, alright maybe you knew that logan was a bit possessive (yeah right, stay delusional) but all you did was listen to a guy with some wife problems.

you didn’t want to anger him more so you just stayed silent and put your hand on top of his, playing with his hands.

when you arrived home, you didn’t even have time to realise what was happing. one second you are unbuckling your seatbelt, the other you are slammed against a front door.

logan was kissing you, his lips hard and rough, his traveling under your sundress. you moaned when one of his hands grabbed your boob and squeezed it harshly.

his tongue was in your mouth and you could already feel his hard cock against you.

logan quickly opened the door to your cabin, grabbed you over his shoulder and and threw you on the couch.

he seated between your legs fondling, kissing and biting your thighs, leaving marks everywhere he could.

“all those guys trying to get their nasty hands on my girl.” he was mumbling, quickly getting to your soaked panties.

“i will kill all of them if they try to look at you like they did today ever again.” he said against your clothed heat, looking up at you.

he licked your core through your panties, “all nice and dripping just because of me huh?” he smirked up at you.

“y-yes lo… just you.” you answered, “please, please touch me lo.” you pleaded, your hands in his hair.

“hmm just because you asked so nicely.” he smiled. he tore your panties off and his tongue went straight to your core.

his mouth was all up in your dripping pussy, your hands tugging his hair tighter every moment.

“feel-feels so good lo.” you moaned out weakly, his finger stroking your clit as his mouth was lapping at your hole.

his two fingers joined his mouth, pumping in and out faster and faster. you started grinding your hips against his fingers, pleasure pumping through your body.

he grunted and put his hand on your abdomen, a sign for you to stop moving.

“lo, please- please i’m so close.” you whimpered, your free hand almost tearing the couch from the force of your grip.

“so fucking greedy, aren’t you?” he raised a brow but fastened his movement.

“cum f’ me sweetheart.” he mumbled, and that was it for you.

your release came immediately after his command, hips buckling up and chanting logans name like a prayer but his movements didn’t stop.

logans tongue continued lapping at your clit, overstimulation hitting you hard. you’re eyes were watering and legs shaking but you didn’t have any other option other than take it.

“lo- wanna feel you.” you mumbled looking down between your legs. when he looked up at you he could cum just from the image in front of him.

your eyes red from crying, lips swollen from the biting and desperation on your face.

all because of him.

he kissed your heat one last time and manhandled you on top of him.

you started to unbuckle his belt and unzipping his pants while logan put his shirt off.

he started at you, hands running up and down your body, through every curve. “you’re so beautiful princess, so pretty. gonna make sure that everyone knows that you’re mine.” he grunted and finally sank you down slowly on his thick shaft, stretching you perfectly.

after a moment you start grinding down on him, one hand on his firm chest, the other in his hair while his hands firmly gripped your hips surely leaving bruises.

suddenly logan slams your hips down, your eyes rolling back and his pace fastening. “gripping me like a vice baby, you feel so fucking good.” he growls, nipping at your neck.

your a mess of moans and begs which just turns logans on more and more.

“gonna fill you up baby, gonna make you a baby so everybody knows who you belong to.” logan stated, his brutal pace continued. “all stuffed with me you want that don’t you sweetheart.”

“yes- yes lo please, fill me up.” you basically moaned out, too fucked out to comprehend what was happening, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter.

you wrapped your hands against his torso, nails digging to his skin as you heard him moan. you could feel your belly tightening, his cock hitting just the right spot that made you see stars.

“i can feel your close baby, cmon give it to me.” he muttered against your ear, your nails digging his skin.

“i’ve got you,” he mumbled and you came undone on his dick. logan fucked you through it, chasing his own release.

he came inside of you, his thick cum painting your walls.

you stayed stayed on top of him for a whils, both of you catching your breath. he softly kissed you all over your face and neck, staring at the marks he left.

“i love you.” he said, finally looking up at you.

“i love you too howlett, but i think you gotta try a bit more to make sure of the baby you promised.” you smirked down at him.

let’s just say you didn’t really got to sleep that night.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: It's Rebecca Black day

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As expected, your mother is waiting anxiously for your return. It’s not often you’re at the mercy of her disapproval but she has some choice words for both you and Roxie.

Why didn’t you call? You forgot to, everything was so chaotic. Why would you make me worry like that? You know how I am, it isn’t fair to not answer your phone. I was about to call the police. You’ve heard the same aimed at your sister dozens of times but it’s much different to be at the end of it. 

Once she’s done and you feel thoroughly guilty, you retreat to your room. That’s all you wanted. For the last day, all you wanted was to hide away. Yet, now that you’re safely behind familiar walls, you still feel unsettled. 

That’s enough excitement for a lifetime. How does Roxie think that is fun? It’s terrifying. 

You take out your laptop, your most prized possession, and sink back into your virtual cave. It’s safe there. The things you see on the internet are distant and often times fake. Fanfiction and streams and discussion boards. It’s all so menial and unimportant. It’s not finding a job and dragging your butt to work five days a week or disappointing your mother. 

Mm, well, you should check the job boards again. Something’s going to come up eventually. That’s what everyone says and those people have jobs. Even Roxie works, even if it is at a night club. It’s work and she brings home some impressive tips. When your mom asked her to get you a gig, she just laughed. 

You interviewed at Taco Bell a few weeks ago but you haven’t got a call. That’s probably not going to work out. Move on, try again and again and again. 

The computer doesn’t keep your focus as usual. Maybe it’s that you’re overtired or that your mom was so upset or everything that happened last night, but you just can’t rein it in. You close your laptop and lay flat on your bed. You close your eyes, exhaustion hot on your eyelids, but you can’t sleep. You’re no good at napping. What are you good at? 

You sigh and kick your feet. What are you going to do? You can’t spend another summer like this. You’re not like everyone else. You didn’t get into your school and you didn’t get some lofty job from your uncle’s company. As much as you can blame it on other’s luck, you have to acknowledge you’re own shortcoming. You procrastinate, you get nervous, and sometimes, you just avoid things altogether. 

You get up and grab your purse. The strap catches on your sweater and knocks it onto the floor. You search for your phone and pull it out. You bend to retrieve your cardigan and toss it with your purse back onto the dress. You look down as something flutters onto the carpet. 

You didn’t forget about the little note. It’s the weight that been on your shoulders. You take your phone and the paper and sit on the side of the bed. You can rip it up, crumple it and toss it in the bin, pretend nothing ever happened. You should. Just forget about the worst night of your life. 

You can’t. It’s not about your sister’s drunken display or your embarrassment. It’s about a job.  

You hang your head as your nose tingles. Your mom works her butt off and she’s so giving. You want to return the favour. Even if it’s small. Even if it’s just you paying for some of the groceries or a bill or giving her a few bucks. If you don’t try this time, you won’t be able to forget. You’ll always know that you are the reason you came up short. 

You unlock your phone and key in the number. You drop it and let the paper fall too as you stand. You pace around in circles until you’re dizzy. You hate making phone calls. The sound of your own voice is grating. Ugh.  

No, you have to do it. You can do this. It’s one phone call. What if that’s the job? What if you’re answering a phone? Get over yourself. Grow up! 

You pick up your phone and hit call. Your chest locks up. You can’t breathe. Oh god. If you can’t breathe you can’t speak. You hang up and squeak. Frig. No, don’t give up. 

You try again. This time, you force out an exhale and shakily hold the phone to your ear. There’s an answer after two rings. 

“Barnes,” a voice declares from the other end. 

“Erm, oh, Bucky? It’s... me,” you stutter out, giving your name as you realise he won’t recognise your voice. 

“Ah, hi, doll, give me a moment, one sec,” he says and you hear a scuffing on the other end and a muffled ‘excuse me’. His movement rustles and he clears his throat directly into the speaker, “there we are, doll, all yours. How are you?” 

“Uh, alright, I’m fine, er, oh... you?” You close your eyes, Just melt into a puddle and absorb into the carpet.  

“Doing great now, hearing from you,” he purrs, “I’m very happy you called.” 

“Mhm, well...” you put your hand to your neck. Your skin is burning. “I... was calling about the job. In the note.” 

“Of course, doll, so you’re interested?” 

Desperate, but you won’t tell him that. “Yes, please, I mean--” you cringe. You’re not ordering ice cream, “would... what would be... would there be an interview?” 

“Sure, doll,” he says. His tone is light and airy. Is he making fun of you or are you just self-conscious? Both, probably. “How about you come by the casino tomorrow at noon? Does that work for you?” 

“Yeah, uh, whenever,” you agree, “I can get a ride.” 

“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” he coos. 

“Right, uh, okay, yeah, I’ll see you,” you babble dumbly. 

“Mm, yeah, see ya then, doll,” he intones. 

“Yep, er, bye.” 

“Bye--” 

You hang up in a half-panic. You did it. You made the call and you got an interview. You think. The conversation wasn’t what you expected but you think it went well.  

You blow out through your lips and grip your phone tight. Your heart hammers again. You march to the door and stop just before you can grip the knob. You’re excited but scared to tell your mom. 

You swing the door open and clammer through. You hear her in the kitchen doing dishes. It’s Roxie turn so of course your sister is sitting on the couch nursing another coffee. 

“Mom,” you slow and tap your phone against your leg as you stop by the counter, “I... I got an interview.” 

“An interview?” Her surprise is genuine, both in her expression and her voice as she looks at you. Her face blooms in a smile. “That’s wonderful. When?” 

“Tomorrow,” you utter. 

“Tomorrow?” She echoes. 

“At noon.” 

“Noon, okay, I can come home from work and drive you, but you’ll have to get a cab home. I should have enough for the fare.” 

“Ah, yeah, okay,” you clutch your phone in front of you and sway, “thanks.” 

“No problem,” she chimes, “where is it?” 

“What?” 

“The interview.” 

“Oh, at the casino.” 

“The casino?” She turns back to the sink and stares into the water as she scrubs, “hm, interesting. What will you be doing?” 

“Hm, I... don’t know yet. Maybe a cleaner.” 

“Oh, that’s not bad at all,” she says, “think I have a shirt you can wear. Maybe I could hem a pair of my pants for you tonight.” 

“Mom, you don’t have to--” 

“You should look nice,” she undercuts, “it’s not a big deal. Besides, it would be really good if you got a job.” 

You nod. You can hear the thinness in her voice. She tries to hide it but you know it’s not easy around here. You saw the red notice in the mail box and heard her on the phone with the landlord. The bough is close to breaking. 

“Thanks, I’ll... I’ll do my best.” 

“I know you will,” she trills. 

You smile and go back to your room. You shut the door and shudder. Great, now you’ve hurdled over the phone call, you can dread what comes next. Not just venturing out into the general public but going to an interview. It’s one thing after another. It feels like a lot after so long of nothing. 

🃏

Your mom lets you out in Lot 4. It’s far from the main entrance but she’s in a hurry to get back to work. You won’t keep her. You can walk a bit. 

The sun has you sweating along with the polyester trousers. The belt is pinned and the legs have been hastily hemmed. The blouse doesn’t breathe either but you managed to iron the wrinkle out of the sleeve. 

You come to the front doors and steel yourself. Your mascara sticks as you feel the perspiration around your eyes. Oof. You did your best to follow the tutorial with your sister's borrowed makeup but you skipped the eye liner; it only ever turns out smudgy. 

You enter and the air conditioning cools the heat in your cheeks and chest. The woman behind the counter greets you with a smile and a ‘how are you’ before asking if you’re checking in. You’re almost speechless at the sight of her. She’s so pretty and she can do the contour the way those girls on Youtube do. You wouldn’t be good for that job; not gorgeous like her. 

“Um, yeah, actually, I’m here for an interview,” you say. 

“An interview?” She tilts her head, “I didn’t see anything...” she clicks around with the slim mouse on the desk, “who were you interviewing with?” 

“Bucky, uh, Mr. Barnes,” you say. “Well, I spoke with him. Maybe I’m supposed to talk to someone else?” 

She says your name and glances from the screen to you. You nod, “yeah?” 

“Right, okay, I see,” she keeps her shining smile, “Mr. Barnes has a car waiting for you.” 

“A car?” Your brows pop up. “Alright.” 

“If you just want to head back out, it should be waiting there. You’ll see Merv, he has white hair.” 

“Okay, thanks,” you reply then gulp as you turn around. 

You turn slowly and go back to the doors. What is going on? He said to meet him here but he isn’t here? He would be a busy man. You just hope you don’t blow it. 

You pull the doors open and come down the shallow steps. A man with white hair stands by a dark car. One more mountain to climb. 

“Uh, hello, are you... Merv?” 

“That’s me, miss,” he stands straight, “you must be the lady.” 

“I... guess.” 

“Come on then,” he turns and opens the door, “Mr. Barnes doesn’t like to wait.” 

“Okay, sorry,” you step off the curb and climb into the car.  

The door shuts and you buckle up. At least the interior is cool. You snap the belt into place as Merv gets in the front. He rests a hand on the wheel and points with the other. 

“You want this up or down?” He points to the barrier between the front and back. 

“Oh, I don’t... whatever you like,” you shrug. 

He chuckles, “miss, you’re a lot sweeter than the other ones.” 

Other ones? Of course there would be other candidates. You wonder if this is a test. If maybe Merv is going to tell Bucky that you’re too quiet. 

“Do you like Springsteen?” He asks as he slowly pulls out. 

“Don’t mind him,” you answer. Honestly, you don’t really know any of his music.  

Merv flips on the stereo, “I like you even more.” 

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART TWO

parings: hawks x mother!reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: minor character death!

notes: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE ON PART ONE, ITS ALWAYS APPRECIATED❤️

summary: you, the mother of Tokoyami Fumikage, are just a simple nurse! Who has caught the eye of a certain pro.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

your alarm is blaring at 4:00 in the morning, work always has you coming in at weird times.

but you so warm in your bed, the comforters are the just right amount of warmth, the fan is blowing at the perfect speed, and your in the perfect position.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

maybe work can wait for at least one day…no people need your there- if you asked for an off day you and someone died you could never forgive yourself.

So you begrudgingly rise from your bed, getting ready for your day.

Washing your face, brushing your teeth, dressing yourself, etc.

You walk out of your room making your way into the kitchen, while on your way you spot Tokoyami on the couch.

“Fumikage?” you say sleepily.

His head peeks up from the couch slowly, “uhm, hi mom..”

“what’re you doing up?”

“nothing.”

You sigh, “did you get some sleep at least?”

“Yea I-i did mama, don’t worry.” He scratches at his head.

“We’ll make sure to take a nap at least before you get ready for school…” you ruffle the feathers on the top of his head and kiss his forehead.

Tokoyami yawns, “I’ll see you soon, mama.”

you smile, “Course sweetie…”

You make your way out of the house finally, getting into your car and driving to work.

As you pull in there are multiple ambulances surrounding the hospital, which isn’t unusual but it wakes you up from your tiredness.

Was there an accident? It seems like there’s a lot more than there should be usually…but you didn’t see anything on the news? well you forgot to turn it on.

You walk into the hospital and check in, nurses are going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. What happed anyways?

You can see Emi, your co-worker, run up to you. See seems more stressed than usual…

“Oh y/n, thank the gods your here- t-there was an accident up the street, some building collapsed, and we are almost fully packed.” She says hurriedly.

“Hey, hey calm down. We can handle this okay, Emi?”

“O-okay” she takes a quick deep breath, “You need to be at room D3 at the intensive care unit, they need more hands.”

“Got it, deep breaths okay? I’ll see you later.” You walk away, well that explains why there’s so many people here.

You’ve never really worked at the intensive care unit before but people usually make it back to stability in your hands.

Emi days you have a magical touch, Fumikage says it’s because you’re amazing.

You walk into the intensive care unit, a another nurse, Monika, waves you down to the room.

You hurry in, the patient isn’t in the best shape. doctor starts talking about an emergency surgery.

You sanitize and put your gear on, starting it immediately, you listen when the surgeon calls for a new instrument.

You’re worried, you keep your eye on the monitor- is it supposed to be going down like that?

The surgery continues.

the monitor drops.

“8:17, time of death.”

it hits you like a brick.

Monika pats your back, she basically lives in intensive care. She knows what it’s like.

“There was nothing you could do, there in a better place, okay?” She says trying to comfort you.

You haven’t experienced a death yet while working, which sounds insane since you work all the time but..you’ve never seen it.

you’ve never heard the monitor stop beeping.

You have to continue though- you need too.

You have other people to save so you keep working, that’s what Fumikages father hated about you.

5 dead, 34 injured. That was the count at the end of the day, apparently hero’s were still pulling out body’s from the rumble.

“Take your break, y/n” Monika says.

That’s really the only thing you can do at the moment.

So you sit down next to Emi, her head is in her hands.

“Do you think we did enough?” She says with sorrow in her voice.

“I don’t know.”

Her voice shakes, “That was my first time I saw someone die on the table like that.”

“Yea, mine too.”

“I’m sorry, y/n.” Her voice breaks.

It’s okay thought, all of this just toughens you up! sometimes it haunts your dreams but you always wake up in the end.

You started dreaming it was Fumikage on the table and not just some patient.

it makes you want to vomit.

You hear Monika walking around the corner, she waves.

She hands you a drink, “Here”

“Wish it were alcohol”, you chuckle.

“Well apple juice is all we got, don’t get stuck in your head y/n.”

“Tell that to Emi.” You take a swig of the apple juice.

Monika sits next to Emi and starts talking to her so softly you can’t really pick up on it.

It’s 5:18, you haven’t eaten yet, it’s probably a good time to clock out.

Maybe you’ll go to that new chicken place, Fumikage said it was good.

So you decide to walk there, you don’t really trust yourself to drive at the moment anyways.

It’s close to the hospital so it was an easy walk, your legs ached a little bit and they only ached more at the thought of walking back to your car.

You walk in with a ding from the door, you texted Fumikage on the way to ask for his order.

You look around for a moment then walk up to the counter, ordering you and your sons meals.

They ring it up and give it to you, you sit

down and one of the booths.

You start to eat, re-thinking all of the events of your day until you can hear someone slide into your booth while you’re munching on your food!

You look up to see who would do that, because yknow-boundaries, only to see the bird hero?

“Rough day?” He says with a soft smile.

you sigh, “you don’t even know.”

He giggles, “yea, you look rough Mrs. Nurse.”

you shot him a glare, he just shrugs.

“How’s your kid, U.A. And all that?”

“Ah, he’s doing good, not getting enough sleep though.”

He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, “no good, needs his beauty rest.”

You smile softly, suppose some hero’s also save people how are just having a rough day.

He focuses, “And how’s the old ball and chain?”

“The what?”

“your…husband?” He says hesitantly.

“Oh!” You laugh, “please haven’t seen him since I was 16.”

He blushes and stammers, “Sorry, I-i just thought..yknow?”

“Thought he’d stay? we were young yknow, he didn’t want my son and I did.”

“sorry to hear that.”

“We always fought anyways so, good riddance I suppose.” You chuckle.

Hawks sneaks away a fry from your bag of food, “We keep meeting, don’t we?”

“Yea, you might be a stalker, Hawks.”

He blushes as his wings puff up, “n-not true!”

you laugh, it’s nice.

This is nice.

You look at the time on your phone, 5:48, you don’t wanna worry Fumikage so-

“Oh gosh, I need to go.” You say in an apologetic voice.

“I can fly you back.”

“I have my own wings, hawks.”

“You look tired.”

“I am, but I have a car I need to take home so-“

“Why drive when you have wings?”

Good question, your wings are actually too small to carry your weight through the sky so there’s not really a point throwing yourself off a roof to see if you actually can.

“You can walk me to my car?”

“great idea, mama bird.”

“Mama bird?”

“Well you’re a mom and I assume that your son has a bird quirk…so.”

I mean he’s correct. The two of you leave the restaurant with the food in tow, making your way to your car.

Hawks wings jitter anxiously though he shows composure, “So, his old man ain’t around?”

“Nah, left right when he found out, haven’t really tried to date since- well I have but yknow.”

“Hard out there for single moms?”

“Yea, it was bad about 4 years ago? Met this guy and he put his hands on Fumikage, called the cops and made sure he stayed far away from him.”

Hawks looks off to the side slightly, lost in thought but only for a moment.

“My car is right here.”

He grins, “Nice car, Mrs nurse.”

“Oh please, it’s Y/N Tokoyami” you chuckle out.

“Got it in my brain.” He points towards his head.

You just laugh and shake your head while getting into your car.

Hawks stands next to your window, “see you again?”

“We keep meeting so probably- how’s your head also?”

“Hm, from what?” He questions.

“The hospital remember? I’m surprised you’re already back on patrol.”

Hawks rubs the back of his neck, “guess you just have a magic touch?”

You laugh and shake your hand while rolling up your window, reminds you of Emi- wonder how she’s doing.

You start to drive home, you can see hawks waving in the rear view mirror, he’s nice.

Fumikage will be happy, you hope he had a good day.

You hope hawks had a good day too.

Finally you reach home, you probably look like a walking zombie who had a death grip on a chicken bag when they died.

Tokoyami greets you right when you open the door.

“Mother, I heard about the building- a-and I was worried that-“

“Don’t worry so much Fumi..your mama saved people too.”

Fumikages speech slows, “It’s just…I know how you get.”

You really wish you didn’t have to be all down in the dumps in front of Fumikage.

Long days and stressful days at the hospital always get to you, you wished that they didn’t.

Sure it was your first time actively seeing someone die in the hospital but you always knew that you’d see it one day.

“Hey look on the bright side, I got chicken?”

Fumikage sighs, “I hope you know my classmates would consider that cannibalism.”

“They better be nice to you.”

“They are- well we haven’t really talked but no one’s really mean.” Tokoyami responds sheepishly.

“Don’t lie to me, silly goose”

Fumikage starts to unpack the food bag, “well there’s this one boy, bakugo, he is like obsessed with destroying another boy named Midoriya.”

“Destroying?” You giggle.

Fumikage sits down at the table, “yea totally, we were paired up today to act like hero’s and villains- and they got the opposite from each-other and they destroyed the whole building!”

again, that’s an email.

“Who’d you get paired up with?”

Fumikage looks away from your curious gaze, “this girl named Tsu.”

“Is she cute?”

“mama.”

You laugh, “I’m just asking!”

Fumikage retorts, “What about that hawks guy, is he cute?”

“Now why’re talking about him, hm?”

“Press caught him walking you to your car, scandalous old woman.”

Ah, the paparazzi….you wish you could send an email about them.

You gasp dramatically, “Old woman?!”

“Answer my question!”

“He’s alright, I like em rougher you know?”

Fumikage gags, “gross, mama.”

“You asked!”

You and Fumikage continued talking about small things that happen in your day, apparently a boy named Shoto slipped on his own ice while no one was looking- except Fumikage was.

Now reaching almost ten o’clock, you force Fumikage and yourself to bed.

Fumikage begrudgingly walks over to his bedroom, still wanting to talk to you a little more.

“Night, mama.”

You walk over and kiss his temple, ruffling his feathers.

“Night night, my little chick.”

Fumikage shakes his head and retreats to his room, you return to yours as well.

Cuddling into your nest, which is really just your bed with an in godly amount of pillows, blankets, and plushies- you let sleep come over you.

You wonder if hawks gets to sleep this good at night, or even if he has someone to talk to about his tough days.

Wait, why’re you thinking about him anyways?

PART THREE: MOTHER HEN: PART THREE

[cultofdixon]

A little pain with your pleasure

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Adrenaline is a crazy natural drug and you’re driving them crazy with how calm you are • SFW/Small Angst • TW: Stab wounds

Requested by: Anon

“What you got there?”

Glenn’s voice not only startled the poor guy but even cut through Daryl’s thoughts that he forgot for a split second what he had in his hand.

“A Walkman. Found one on a past run”

“Oh, neat. Did you find some cassettes for it? I think there’s like a box of them in the warden’s office but those could also be confessional tapes and I don’t think I wanna know about why a prisoner ended up in prison”

“Me neither. It’s for Y/N. I found some cassettes with it when I found it. Queen, Elton John,…I think there was a Micheal Jackson one. I don’t know.” Daryl scratches the side of his face as he thought about another cassette before shrugging it off. “It was broken when I found it and Sasha helped me fix it for her.”

“Well ain’t that awful sweet of you” Glenn smirks bringing himself to sit across from him on the picnic table. Daryl instantly glaring at the man knowing where he could be going. “I wanna be there when you give it to her. I know she’ll be super excited getting that from you”

“The fuck you mean by that?” Daryl snapped slightly as Glenn shrugged with a smirk. “Speaking of Y/N. Have you seen her?”

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing. She said if she decided on a 3-Day run that she would help me with the south fence repair when she came back” Glenn sighs running his hand through his hair. “Think she’s out for a week?”

“Mm. Better not. She promised me she’d help with the snares”

“Oh she promised you but didn’t promise me? Obviously she likes a certain someone more than me” He really didn’t catch the hint that Daryl hated the teasing and the glare made him realize he should stop before he’s tossed into a walker. “Okay fine. Mind helping me with the fence and I’ll help you with the snares”

Daryl sighs, nodding picking up the Walkman and going to put it away before helping Glenn with the fence.

After a while, the fence was done, and the two split into the nearby woods to check the snares at a faster pace compared to doing it together. Even if Daryl would’ve spent hours in the woods if it meant being with Y/N.

Daryl made his way toward the snares closer to the front gates, liking to go from the furthest to the closest snares so he could head right in when he’s done. But he was also going to check Glenn’s work on setting up the traps back up. He suddenly halted when he heard footsteps, causing him to ready his crossbow for a walker but relaxed when the bloodied dirty figure came into view.

“Jesus Christ”

“What?” Y/N laughs nervously. “Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah blood and dirt” Daryl scoffs bringing himself close, resting his hand on her cheek brushing off some of the dirt from her cheek. “The fuck happen on your run?”

“Oh that’s a great story so—-“

“Y/N!” Glenn shouted her name while also making it clear of his presence coming up behind Daryl and eventually to his side. “What took you so long getting back?!”

“Well it’s uh a short story—-“

“Glenn I just asked them about the run. Did yea finish the snares on your side?”

“Yeah I did, now Y/N?”

“Yeah…how was the run?”

“Well I got stabbed in the back” Her expression tensed watching the two start their lines of questioning. But every chance she tried to correct she kept getting cut off.

“What do you mean you got stabbed in the back?”

“Let me start with how it hap—“

“Where is this guy? I thought you went on the run alone”

“I did go alone Im trying—-“

“This guy is dead meat if he tries to come after yea. Plenty of fighters here” Daryl stated as Glenn nods in agreement.

“Who would turn on you? Maybe it was—-“

“SHUT UP!” Y/N shouted, resulting in a wince that definitely confused the two. But her face returned to the discomfort it had before running into Daryl. “I got literally stabbed in the damn back” she turned to show the two the knife that was embedded deep in her shoulder.

No more words were said. All Daryl did was smack Glenn forcing him in the direction of the gates to get them opened. Y/N frowns watching him bring himself to her back to feel around the wound before, without warning, rip her flannel open and forced her to take it off.

“You owe me!”

“Just wait til we get inside. Hershel is gonna want to see it and he’s gonna have to cut your shirt anyway”

“Doesn’t mean you had to rip my favorite flannel!” Y/N shouted as Daryl watched her back tense and the knife shift.

“Stop shouting and let’s get yea inside” Daryl scoffs taking her pack from her and directing her back to the prison.

While Hershel stitched her up, Y/N was telling them the story of how it happened. How this stranger that passed the 3 questions decided to just turn on her and try to kill her for her stuff. It wasn’t a pretty scene and given how Y/N felt about killing people, she was only late in her return because she didn’t want to come back feeling the way that she did. That part she didn’t tell them. She just fibbed by saying she lost the car she had. After being patched up, Y/N made her way back to her cell in need of clean clothes and a shirt that isn’t in pieces.

“Hey”

Y/N stopped right before her cell to acknowledge Daryl. “Hey”

“Your back feelin’ any better?”

“Having stitches suck” She laughs it off, no longer wincing from her back. “Maybe next time I’ll bring you on the run”

“I’ll keep yea safe” Daryl murmurs, leaning against the metal doors as Y/N brought herself close leaning with him.

“Next time the knife will be in your back” She jokes receiving a breathy chuckle in response. “You know I’m kidding…I’ll always have your back out there Dar” she whispers as she brought her lips to his cheek keeping her hand planted on his chest. “Thanks for worrying about me”

Before she pulled away too far, Daryl gently grabbed her waist pulling her into him. He admired her features for a moment then planted his lips firmly onto hers. Y/N was taken back but relaxed almost instantly, bringing her arms around his neck keeping him close.

When they parted, Daryl pulled away a little while taking the torn shirt from her hands.

“I’ve got a surprise for yea. But I also have a shirt…we just. Need to go to my cell for both”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile as she took his free hand. “Lead the way Dixon”

[darling-miaxoxo]

Would love it if you wrote filthy smut for alma (and angelique too because who doesn’t love her)

jealousy --> lust

a/n: this shit filthy asf. yes ik this took me a long long time. happy new year, merry christmas. :) and btw, reader is BUFF, like BUFF and kinda mommy if it weren't for the fact that shes a sub 👀 btw @notmanagingmymischief, not really proud proud but it's good enough for me :3 warnings: nsfw/smut (threesome, inappropriate use of magic, enchanted strap on, pet play, mistress kink, mommy kink, magical lube, praise kink, degradation kink, double penetration, bondage, dubious consent, brainwashing, etc), jealousy, slight angst, fluffy aftercare, biting, gentle bath tub sex.

ship: sub!reader x dom!angelique bouchard x dom!alma peregrine

fandom : mphfpc, dark shadows summary: you come back from a long trip from Japan and when you come back, you find that another woman has made her way into the loop.

Your fingers typed on the laptop, finally finishing your work up for the last time. You sighed as you clocked out, the screen showing "Work in Japan now completed. You may now return to Wales." You sighing as you smiled, closing your laptop and packing your things.

You had booked a flight to Wales. Its been 2 years since you last saw them. Your peculiarity was that you could summon anything you want/need with a snap of your fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ time skip

It was currently the next day. You had packed your stuff, it was 4:00 AM and you were currently in the airport, waiting for your flight to start boarding. You decided to take some pictures for the memories, smiling as your passport had the stamp from Japan. You waited until 4:30 for boarding. Once it did happen you went inside the plane as you waited for the flight to take off. Scrolling on your phone as they made the announcement.

You sighed as you turned on airplane mode, starting to play some offline games, looking outside the window, luckily you booked the seat, you hated aisle seats, people were always hitting your hand.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to when you're in wales

You get off the ferry, paying the driver a bit of an extra amount of money, considering you wouldn't be using it anymore. Your backpack and your sling bag on your body as you walk towards the loop. You look at your watch and find that the time is 10:00 AM. That took an awful amount of time.

You walk towards the loop entrance as you look around you to see if anyone's watching. Once you find that the coast is clear you enter the loop, hearing a loud pop in your ears. You forgot about how loud the pop was.

The dark sky suddenly changed into a bright and beautiful sky. The sun is shining brightly as you put on some black shades. You hated the heat, as you had got used to the cool in Japan. When it was summer, you hated to go outside. You sighed as you walk towards the house as your black flats made a click-clack noise on the pavement.

You make your way to the house as you knock on the door. Fiona opens the door as she gasps and hugs you suddenly. "Y/n!! Where have you been?" She asked, you smiled as you responded happily, taking off your shades.

"Japan darling. No need to worry. Where's Miss Peregrine dear?"

Fiona smiled as she grabbed your hand and led you inside. You smiled as you followed her lead, looking around the house, you saw many portraits that weren't there before, you were smiling at that. Fiona led you outside, you squinting as you put on your shades, as you smiled when you spotted Miss Peregrine, the smile faltering, as your jaws clenched.

"Well Alma. It seems we meet again."

You said in your work voice (which was stern and deep) as you fake smiled, and looked at the blonde woman next to her. She seemed mysterious.

"Ah. Y/n. I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Alma had said to you. You and Alma had an interesting relationship, one day you slept together in the.. sexual sense and then the next she ignored you. You glanced at the woman next to Alma, she looked pretty at least.

"You don't seem happy to see me."

Your brow raised, your voice was deep, a tang of jealousy in your voice, your voice cold and mean, as Alma looked up at you. You were a bit shorter than her but, your heels made you 3 inches taller. Which made you smirk as you look down at Alma.

"Anyway, this is Angelique. She arrived a few weeks ago."

Alma introduced you to the blonde woman, you put your hand out for her to shake, your black leather crop top jacket hanging, making you look a bit intimidating, as Angelique was a bit hesitant to shake your hand but shook it anyway.

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.

You introduced yourself. Your smile widening as she shakes your hand. Her handshake was firm, which was good in terms of business of course.

"Angelique Bouchard. Nice to meet you. Alma has told me wonderful things about you."

She said, a look of jealousy in her eyes for some reason. You removed your shades as your eyes tried to open without closing. The bright sun got in your eyes.

"My apologies, I'm not used to bright sun anymore."

You said, your hair reflecting against the sun in the most beautiful of ways. You put your shades back on as Angelique eyed your Gucci sling bag.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while Alma darling?"

You questioned Alma, a smirk on your face as Alma nodded, her not having a choice as she couldn't give away your room, as your room had posters that were way too inappropriate for children.

You grinned and went inside as you went back to your old room, the posters still in because you had glued it to the wall, taking off your leather jacket and hanging it in your closet, revealing your white tank top as you decided to lift some weights, trying to get stronger so that you could beat your personal best of 30 kilograms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to afternoon

Fiona called you, saying that it was time to eat as you smiled. Pausing your work out routine as you went down only in your tank top, your biceps in sight as alma took one look at you and almost drooled at how good you looked.

As Alma gave the command to eat, you started to, carefully eating slowly to not make a mess and to chew properly. The children talking about their day as Angelique just glared at you, you glaring back as Angelique stopped. Then you were caught off-guard when one of the children asked what you did away.

Alma was quick to respond with a quick glare which made the child stop asking. You nodded, swallowing your food as you responded.

"Well, I went to Japan for work dear. I had to make deals with clients. It was fun."

You said, finishing your food as you carefully excused yourself and placed your plate in the sink, going up to your room, you had taken off your heels and instead wore shoes with stockings. You went inside your room as you just continued your work out, lifting 15 kilogram weights like it was nothing.

Alma came in, closing the door behind her and calling your name.

"Y/n dear, the children and I are going on the daily walk and Angelique is staying home. I want you to stay home and I want you to get to know her. Understand?"

Alma commanded in a stern tone. Her stoic face symbolised that she was serious. You chuckled a bit as you haven't seen her this commanding since you slept with her.

"And what if I don't?"

You teased as you stood up and looked up at her.

"Then I'll punish you. You wouldn't want that would you? Or are you a dirty slut?"

Alma said, her tone stern as you blush at the filth coming out of her mouth. You nodded slowly as you went back downstairs going past her smirking face.

You went downstairs as Emma looked at you and waved before leaving with the other kids. You sat down on the couch and continued to read a book.

When the children left, Angelique came up to you and sat next to you. She asked what book you were reading and you told her Murder on the orient express. She suddenly got closer to you.

"Well, Alma told me a lot about you. More specifically, about how much of a slut you are in bed."

Angelique whispered to you, you blushed quickly at the degradation. Angelique smirks as she suddenly pushes you down on the couch, licking your ear.

"A-Angelique, wouldn't the kids see? Even if they're on their daily walk what if they come home early?"

You stuttered as Angelique smirked and bit your neck, leaving lovebites all over it. You whimpered and groaned as she bit your pulse.

"Well then, don't be so loud."

Angelique whispered as she covered your mouth and continued roughly biting and tugging on the skin on your neck. You gasped and whimpered as her sinful ministrations manipulated your pleasure.

You gasped as she found your pulse. She bit on it and licked the bite mark. You whimpered submissively as Angelique teased you.

"Please.. Please Angelique... Please.. please just fuck me.."

You begged, Angelique smirking, you gasped as Alma suddenly barged in. She was a panting mess as she smirked. Angelique got off you.

"My my, some one started without me."

You gulped, you were shocked when Alma came close and kissed you, you whimpered as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, whimpering as Angelique smirked, kissing your neck from the side, sucking and biting, creating hickeys.

"mmph~!"

You whimpered, Alma pulling away as she smirks..

✰ cut to later ✰

You were on their bed, naked as your neck was filled with love bites, your eyes squinting as you saw Angelique applying a magical lube to both their strap ons. You gulped as you felt Alma blindfolded you. "A-Alma.."

"Oh don't worry, you'll enjoy it sooner or later."

She replied in a nonchalant voice, you felt something weird.. like something was tying you up..

"I forgot to tell you, Angelique has magic."

Alma whispered to you, you were shocked.. you squealed when Angelique had tied you up to the bed with her magic, you tried to move your wrists but it was no use. Alma chuckled as she slowly went inside you.

"Fuck!!!!!!!~"

You moaned loudly, it felt like she was wearing a 9 inch strap.

"Hun, we're not even 3 inches in."

Your eyes widened, how did it feel so.. long?... And rough... "Such a slut, aren't you? A dumb slut who can't even take 2 inches without screaming." Angelique teased, degrading you even more.

"H-how- how?!.."

You questioned, Alma chuckling and responding with 2 words. "The lube."

Fuck.. it felt so good.. just.. wanna.. be.. cum..dump..

Alma then just started to pound in you, rough and hard as you moan loudly, gripping the sheets, fuck.. her vigorous fucking was turning you on more! Angelique then slowly inserted her strap in your asshole, causing her to gasp in shock at how tight you were.

"Mmph!!!~ Fuck!!!"

You moaned, Alma had moaned partially loud when you had clenched your pussy, you then starting to clench more as she moaned in your ear, Angelique starting slow as she gets you used to the feeling of the strap.

"Fucking hell!!!!"

You moaned loudly as Alma and Angelique had started to pound into you at the same speed, Alma hitting your g-spot rigorously.

You whimpered as Angelique attached a collar to you, tugging on the leash attached as her boobs suffocated your face. You started to slowly suck on her breasts as a calming way to try and avoid the rigorous thrusting that came from both Alma and Angelique.

✰cut to later✰

You were sore, legs and arms numb as Alma and Angelique took off the blindfold, smiling. Alma kissed your neck one more time as Angelique carried you to the bath. You whimpered as the hot water calms down your nerves.

Alma cooed, applying some medication onto your love bites. Angelique bathed you, applying shampoo as she massaged your head, her hands felt so nice. You purred as Alma has started to medicate your love bites. Alma then started to insert her fingers in your sore hole, going at a slow and sensual pace.

Alma continued to thrust, letting you reach your high as she lets you ride her fingers as well. Alma smiled before starting to wash your private parts. They then washed off the soap as they put the towel on you, drying you off. They then put silk pyjamas on you, carrying you to bed as they lay down beside you. Angelique kissed your forehead as she allowed you to nap peacefully.

[marymary-diva17]

Mad or disappointed

Sully kids/ metkayian kids and reader

When it comes to children they were many things they tried to avoid when it came to their parents, and one of them was making them mad or disappointed. All navi children knew they had to show their parents respect and make them proud of them, and doing something that will destroy that seem to be big no. Hearing their parents tell them they are mad or disappointed in them felt horrible, but there is someone all the kids rather not here that phase coming from in their life.

The kids " ........" the kids are looking at some flowers that you have been growing, the flowers seem to be dying and the children felt horrible. They had been taking care of them for you while you were off at another base, helping and now to seems like the ruined your experiment.

neteyam " no no this can't be happing this was mama hard work"

lo'ak " she asked us to take care of them what could of gone wrong"

kiri " I don't know"

tuk "mama ... mama going to say she disappointed in us"

spider " no she can't be disappointed in us she just can't" the sully kids and spider are in panic right now, but they were not the only ones panic as the metkayain kids are worried as well.

aonung " we followed y/n rules closely and did everything well"

rotxo " where did we go wrong on the care for the flowers"

tsireya " is tis very bad we can't have her coming home to see this"

neteyam " I will take the blame we can say I forgot my day and this happened, I will tell mama the that and wait to see what she has to say"

kiri " no you can't neteyam"

neteyam " no I can live with her saying she disappointed in me I can face the challenge I'm a warrior after all"

lo'ak " no we can do it together we can't let you take all the blame"

tuk " will mama not love us anymore will she replace us with other kids, she will not be our baby again she will never hug us again "

spider " oh tuk it going to be okay we will make sure you stay out of this" tuk had cried as the older kids were trying to comfort her at the moment. She didn't want to make you upset and she really didn't wish to hear you say, that you are disappointed in her.

tsireya " yes tuk it will be okay we will make sure you stay out of trouble, we the older kids"

tuk " no but I don't want mama to be mad at you all as well"

????? " hey kids" the kids had been spooked when they heard your voice, you soon saw tuk crying face and mother mood had active.

y/n " baby girl what wrong what happed are you hurt"

tuk " mama I'm sorry please don't be disappointed in me"

y/n " huh"

tuk " please don't replace me with another girl"

y/n " wait what no baby girl I will never replace you" you soon pick dup tuk and had been able to calm her down, you are now looking at the older kids. They all looked upset and very close to tears as well as none of them were looking at you.

y/n " will someone tell me what going on here please"

neteyam " well we were taking care of the flowers like you asked and when we came here today, well they ..."

kiri " we are so sorry mama we didn't everything you told us and followed your rules to the tea"

spider " we even made sure to share the responsibility as well we all wanted to be helpful and learn more as well"

rotxo " we also made sure everything was perfect and nothing was out of place"

tsireya " yes we even made sure that nothing was going wrong when you were away"

aonung " also making sure to keep and close eye on this place as well for you and the other human"

y/n " okay everyone take a deep breath in and out, you all very overwhelmed" the kids had done what you told them and soon showed you the flowers.

neteyam " mama we all take the blame we failed you"

kids "we are sorry"

y/n " sorry about what kiddos you have done nothing wrong"

kids " huh"

y/n " well you see I hade made this flower from floor from earth called an orchid mixed it with flower from here that was suit, best with and it made this flower here"

kids " ....."

y/n " these flower suit so well as they lose their petals but never seem to die, they will grow and bloom again"

kiri " we thought w ruined your work"

lo'ak " we didn't want to hear that you are disappointed in us"

y/n " aww kids you will never make me disappointed in you none of you, yes I can be mad and upset but never disappointed"

neteyam " yes mama"

y/n " come on I know of way we can help the flowers if you are willing to help me"

the kids " yes ma'am" the kids soon calmed down and were not happy once again, they had paid attention as you told them more about the flowers you have just in case of the future problems.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Slashers x child reader where reader just runs up to them holding a snake (might be poisonous) and is like “Look I made friends with a noodle!” Slashers are just confused on why reader hasn’t been attacked by the snake yet

I don't know if you mean separate or all of them together. I can change it into your desired concept if I make a mistake.

Slashers finding child reader with a snake!

Michael

You found a little moving flexie stick, you thought it was adorable so you grabbed it and placed it on you hand and it just slithered around and flicked it's tongue at you.

Michael was looking for you and then he heard fast little footsteps behind him.

And behind him was you holding a small snake.

Immediate panic.

What if it's poisonous!? What if it bites you and you die??? Let go of it right now.

"dad, look its a-"

He grabbed that thing by its supposed throat and threw it at the ground.

"dad!" you yelled out.

"what did you do to my friend.." you started to cry so he quickly picked it up and gave it to you again. The snake is traumatised and hurt but you don't need to know that.

He's keeping two eyes though.

Sinclair brothers

You crouched down. You saw a big green line, you thought it was cool af so you just put it around your neck and tried your best to run to your brothers with the heavy weight on your shoulders and neck.

Lester and Vincent in the trunk of Lester's car and bo just leaning against the doors probably smoking and or drinking a bevarage.

"aye.. Where's y/n gon' to?" bo asked.

"oh shit, I completely forgot bout' them!" Lester exclaims.

"Goddammit, why can't you ev-"

"I'm right here!" a high pitched voice replies. All three of them surprised to see you holding a big green snake around you.

"y/n let go of that thang right now!" Lester is scared for your life

"what, but its my noodle friend." you respond sadly.

"like hell it's a noodle, what if it bites you?" bo says

Vincent is just trying to pry it off you subtly, he's trying the best of his abilities he's careful not to anger or make it feel threatened. Jonesy is barking at it.

When the snake opened its mouth was just when bo threw it off you. The snake just hissed at you three and scurried off to the woods.

Vincent picked you up and to the car and sat you down, a signal to not leave their side again, god knows what would've happened if that snake really did bite you.

Hannibal

Hannibal took you to a park. You loved playing there, you were stepping on the crunchy dead leaves and you spotted an orange snake with black and white lines which you almost stepped on.

It was just chilling on the ground and you had the uncontrollable urge to pick it up. And so you did and it did not snarl at you or act aggressive. You were starting fall in love with this snake.

"hey y/n, what's that you're holding?" one of your playground-mates asked you.

"look, a noodle!" you excitedly said to them but became confused when your other friends started screaming and running to their parents. This of course alerted hannibal as he came to the commotion.

"y/n what hap-" he stopped his sentence as he saw the snake in your arms, He sighed.

"y/n put that down."

"why? it's my friend."

"just-put it down you're scaring your frinnds."

"okay.." you let go of your little friendly friend onto the ground softly.

"can we please keep it?"

".... Maybe when you're older."

Billy & stu

Each of your two hands held the finger of your two parents. They were dressed as their iconic black robe and ghostly screaming face. You didn't know why but they drop you off somewhere maybe in your house or in the woods irresponsibly and come back covered in a weird dark sticky red liquid and a metallic smell.

You were in your backyard. They gently take their fingers away from your hand and tell you.

"okay y/n, we'll be back like always!" Stu your father said.

"and don't run off." your other father Billy added.

"I know." you say with an innocent smile. They strutted their way out the door. You have many toys and plastic/toy slide and swings that they stole brought just for you.

But the one thing tha caught your attention the most is a ssss sound. You crawl over to that sound and find a familiar looking snake. It had golden like skin with dark patterns. You saw on a documentary maybe it was called a pie.... Thong...? It doesn't matter.

The beautiful looking snake was making its way towards you not meaning any harm. It went up your arms and you patted it.

Few minutes later they come back. Unusual for them to back so early but maybe they got lucky in their "work".

Stu takes off his mask off immediately.

"hey y/n we're home!" he runs to their backyard and instantly starts shrieking.

Billy gets startled and runs to your location.

"WHAT WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING."

"LOOK AT Y/N!"

"WHAT DID THEY DIE?"

Billy was extremely reliefed to find you alive but was not relieved enough because there was a bigass snake all over you.

"SHIT WHAT DO WE DO BILLY."

"KILL IT!"

"noo! I'm not gonna let you kill noodle." you say with a frown.

"noodle!? That is a snake!" Stu tries to get you to let go of the animal.

Billy came back armoured with a long tong in his left hand and three knives in his right.

"alright, so I'm just.. Gonna pick the little fella up and let it be free where it belongs, okay?"

"but-"

"the lil dude doesn't belong here, he needs to be with his family, he must miss them right?" Stu tries to desperately make you let him go without you crying.

You give up and watch the armoured Billy cautiously throw it away. Stu then picks you up and takes Billy's hand and run into the house to go watch a movie.

"maybe we shouldn't just leave you alone like that..."

I finally finished one after 35 years.

[robinhobiii]

i love boo the most | husband! b. sk

summery : he will always be your best friend because now he’s your husband.

Part I, Part II

“You know that’s the wrong one, right?” Y/n said as she flipped through the instructions.

“Honey, I know what I’m doing!” Seungkwan huffed.

“I don’t want the baby’s crib to break apart in the middle of the night.”

“It won’t, trust me!” He whined at.

Y/n took a mental note to call Wonwoo, and make him double check it.

“I’m double, triple checked the instructions!” He said. “I want the baby to have the best sleep in this crib.”

She smiled fondly. “I’m still going to ask Wonwoo oppa.”

“Why do you never trust me with building things?!” He whined again and dropped the screwdriver on the floor. She laughed as she ruffled his hair.

. . .

“Jagi?” She said softly.

Seungkwan merely hummed in his sleep.

“Baby?” She nudged him a little bit and got nothing from him again. “Kwan-ah?” And again she got nothing.

“Seungkwan!” She pushed him. “What?” He whined out, eyes still close.

“The baby’s hungry and the baby wants a cheese burger with extra pickles and some fires. And ooh a cola wouldn’t hurt either.” She said as she rubbed her belly.

He opened his eyes enough to slightly side eye her as she sheepishly laughs.

“Please, jagi, for the baby.”

Seungkwan huffed before he got up and said “go wear a sweater and some fuzzy socks.”

“Oh kwannie, when I mean extra pickles, I really mean it.”

“Yeah yeah, hurry your cute butt up”

. . .

The thing about Seungkwan is that no matter if he was her boyfriend, her fiancé, and now her husband, he treats her the same as when they were best of friends. With that being said, he often doesn’t put up with her nonsense. And now that she was very pregnant, she was very hormonal.

Like now, how she was yelling at him for not taking out the trash and how he left the toilet seat up by accident. Times like these were made for Seungkwan’s sweet taking.

“I told you to take it out and you didn’t! That’s all I asked you! Do you want the baby to see this?!”

“The baby won’t care because the baby will be too busy looking at his or her beautiful, strong mother and her sidekick husband.” He said with loving eyes as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ears. She blushed and leaned her head into his chest. She smiled and whined out “kwannieee”

Or when he forgot to bring ice cream back home after work. Ooh was she livid. “I just wanted some ice cream and you didn’t get me anything!” She half scream half cried that. So he did his magic. “That’s because I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. I heard they give discounts on Wednesday.” He said as caressed her face. Her eyes lit up and her tears stopped. “R-really, kwannie?”

“Of course, now sit down so I can put your shoes on.”

She was ugly crying at that point “I don’t deserve you.” She whined out.

Seungkwan only smiled at that. His smiled held a different meaning though. Thank god he got home before all the shops closed.

. . .

Today she wanted to eat pizza with chocolate chips cookies and Seungkwan was not pleased.

“Baby think it through, you’re going to ruin a perfectly good pizza with cookies”

She immediately glared at him. “Oh I’m sorry are you pregnant? Are you currently 6 months pregnant with an aching back and feet??!”

He immediately surrendered. “I’m sorry honey. Should’ve never said anything”

“Good, now here’s $50. Go get it honey”

“Babe, pizza is only like $10?”

“Go get yourself one. All for yourself so I don’t feel guilty for not sharing”

“Aw~ babe~ you spoil me so much!” Seungkwan says in an almost flirty tone.

“Anything for my side-kick husband” she obnoxiously winks at him.

. . .

“Babe! The baby is coming right now!” She yells out from the sofa.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay baby?”

She glared at him for his obvious question. “Does it look like I am Seungkwan??!!”

“O-oh, I’m sorry! Here let me help you. I’ll go get the baby bag too”

Approximately six hours later, their baby girl was born. They were so happy and content as they looked at their baby girl.

“She’s so perfect like you” Seungkwan says softly as she lovingly looks at his two girls.

“And she has your pretty nose and cheeks” y/n replied warmly to her husband.

He blushes softly before saying, “Thank you for always being beside me, my love. You just always know what to say. I’m glad you’re all mine.”

[skyeslittlecorner]

My friend if you take requests may I ask for a scenario where it's mean girls except the plastics are Levi and his little guys and MC is well, the MC, and Satan and Sitri are (I can't remember names rn so I'm gonna use placeholders) Janice and the other guy

If you don't take requests it's no worries

But if you do… 👀

Hi dear anon!

I'm still new to Tumblr and figuring things out as I go, that's why I haven't mentioned much about requests. But of course, I take them! I'm happy to try to bring your lovely idea to life~

Let's tone it down a little just to avoid obvious hanging. A marriage between WHB and Mean Girls is something I never expected, but I bet it will be fun. You had such a big brain with this one.

So what would happen if we agreed to "join" the boys from Hades, but at the same time make a bit of a mess as punishment for kidnapping us.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan is the one who would like to piss off Levi first (after you calmed down his anger, of course). Moreover, they know each other well. You can count on many tips and ideas about what a jealous king hates. How about training his monster to respond to your commands? The tentacles will be useful if you want to oppose Levi. Besides, he'll be furious. And that's what Satan loves the most.

Sitri is too calm to propose conspiracies himself. But let him see your sad face and he'll do anything for you. His knowledge will be very useful, after all, he was in Hades for some time. He will give you information on how to train a monster from another dimension and let you practice on his iron maiden so that everything will go according to plan. It's easy and quite quick if you know what you're doing. Although Sitri would prefer it if you weren't doing so well, then he could spend more time with you.

We move on to the first stage. You have to gain their trust. The best person to start with will be Glasyalabolas. You need an ally, if you come to Hades and say that you suddenly want to stay with them, they will be suspicious. But Glasya is the only one who thinks it's fun and let you do anything. Even if he sees that you want to make some trouble, he will only observe amused how his future queen causes chaos.

Step two. You've secured your position in the castle. Time to learn more about the coffins, and Barbatos will help with that. You already know a little bit from Sitri, but who knows, maybe each coffin has a different way of working? Now time to check what these creatures react to, what they don't, and whether they will accidentally eat you. Also, Barbatos have a whole beautiful rose garden in his coffin. "Could you show me?" He will be delighted. Besides, he will want to apologize for poisoning you and show that these roses are not dangerous at all, while revealing how their coffins works. His behavior is so sweet that for a moment you forgot about revenge… stay strong, a plan is a plan!

Step three and the reason why it was necessary to secure a warm place and support in the two previous devils. Foras. Of course, he's been watching you since the very beginning, but now it's time to call him out. This shy boy is no harm as long as Leviathan isn't around. Wooing him will be trivial, start telling him how much you would like to make peace with the king and do something nice for him. "What? Oh, it's a surprise, I can't tell you!" Stroke him a little on these beautiful horns and you will have access to wherever you want. Beautiful, iridescent horns… focus, focus, focus! You will hire him as your sweet little spy. He will show you where the king's room is, and every time Leviathan is near his room, you will know in advance.

And this is the finale. Leviathan's room is nicer than you thought, and his coffin is there whenever he's not using it. Taking the cover off was trivial. Summoning tentacles is even easier than you thought. After two or three days, they started to respond to your not-so-wise commands… Sitri and Barbatos must have been right, it's in your blood!

"What makes you so happy? Of course it is perfectly trained, it belongs to me."

The cold voice behind you made your blood run cold, you didn't notice when the door opened. You turned around only to see Leviathan holding Foras by the noose like a leash. He didn't hang him only because he needed silence.

"What were you going to do with it, turn it against me? I'm not an idiot."

Subconsciously you imagined the knot around your neck. Leviathan threw his subject out the door with a nod and the door closed as quietly as it opened. You were trapped.

"What will you do now?"

You did what came to your mind; just as Sitri and Barbatos showed, you waved your hand to the front. A signal for tentacles to attack. Would they listen when you tell them to attack their true master? Of course not. But they did not remain deaf to your request. They positioned themselves on either side of you, and you recognized the gesture. Just like they wanted to protect you.

You stood tall, ready… you didn't know for what, but definitely not for his barely visible, mocking smile. Leviathan cupped your chin between his index finger and thumb. Anger flared up inside you. He ruined everything. This wasn't supposed to be like this! Slender fingers moved to your neck. You wanted to strangle him, and he could see it in your eyes.

"Now that you've tamed my monster, use it."

You reached your hand out to his chest. As if on cue, one of the thick tentacles wrapped around the swan's neck. You didn't mean to punish him like this, but maybe a good strangling would also work… He fucked your plan, so now you had to fuck him.

Who are you trying to fool?

You had to fight evil, not join it. But who can blame you when the evil stand in front of you all sexy and just waiting to humiliate him.

[in1-nutshell]

Heyyy

Recall when I sent in that ask about Ironhold's role during the '86 movie? I was wondering if I could make a request for a more in-depth look at that. Like, what happened after the decepticons returned to Cybertron? Did they try to oppose Starscream's rise to power, or did they just let him take control?

What are their reactions to Galvatron, Cyclonus, Scourge and the Sweeps?

Post-movie, what are they up to during the events of five faces of Darkness? You mentioned them joining the autobots, how does this complicated their relationship with Rumble?

Reminds me of the first time I watched the movie.

Pre Movie: "Ooh! Haven't seen this! I wonder what's it about!"

During Movie: *Ugly sobbing*

Post Movie: "... I was not the same person as I was before..."

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Ironhold during the 1986 Movie

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Angst, Character death from the movie, Cybertronain reader

G1

Ironhold wasn’t aware of all of Megatron’s plan for taking down Autobot city, and quite frankly they were too tired to care.

The Decepticon’s already managed to conquer Cybertron, did they really need to stomp out the rest of the Autobots on Earth?

Couldn’t they just live their lives separately and in peace?

Apparently not.

Ironhold was supposed to be on the same shuttle as Rumble, but they ended up in their separate shuttle to make sure any stray asteroid didn’t damage the hull.

Which would be a great plan… except that due to a faulty part, they were not able to fly out with the others.

Once their ship was ready, they were off.

They commed Rumble to know what had happened in the shuttle.

Rumble: “You shoulda been here Hold! It was a massacre!” Ironhold chuckling a bit: “Yeah, I bet it was.” Rumble: “Megatron even got Ironhide out!” Ironhold froze for a second: “What?” Rumble: “Yeah! The bot really tried stopping the boss with half his chassis gone! Ha!” Ironhold: “…Rumble what was the plan again…” Rumble: "You forgot already? Well the massacre part wasn’t really part of the plan or taking the ship. But, hey! What can you do? Plans change in the heat of the moment.” Ironhold shudders a bit: “…I’ll meet you all on Earth.” Rumble: “All right then, see ya on Earth Hold.” Ironhold: “Love you.” Rumble: "Aww c’mon! Ya had to say it over the line… the others are here.” Ironhold: “You don’t have to say it back My Spark.” Rumble: “…loveyoutoo.” Frenzy: “Ha!” Rumble: “FRENZY!”

Ironhold arrived on Earth and froze once again at the heavy damages done on Autobot city.

This shouldn’t have come to this.

But they had a job to do.

One by one any Autobots that came across their path fell unconscious, they were feeling merciful today.

They spotted their father fighting Optimus from a few feet away.

The two truly looked like they were going to end things today.

To end the war for once and for all.

They truly thought Prime was going to finish Megatron with honor… until the glint of a blaster came into view.

Before Ironhold could react, Hot Rod had tackled Megatron down trying to get the gun.

He failed and ended up being held hostage.

That was when Megatron noticed they were there.

Megatron: “Ironhold! Finish Prime now!” Ironhold looks down at the Prime. He was disarmed and badly injured. They could easily end the war with one blow. The war would finally be over… Hot Rod: “Optimus!” CLANK! Megatron and Hot Rod both had surprised looks on their faces seeing Ironhold dropping their blaster and helping the Prime up. Megatron tossed Hot rod aside in anger.  Megatron: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Ironhold: “THIS IS NOT HOW THE WAR SHOULD END! ENOUGH WITH THE BLOODSHED MEGATRON! Aren’t you tired of this fighting? I am done—” BLAM! Ironhold stares in shock at the new hole in their chassis and the smoke coming from their father’s fusion canon. He held a grim expression as they fell on their side. They could feel Optimus’s servos on them for a few seconds. The last thing they saw was Hot Rod shocked face staring at them.

Hot Rod couldn’t believe what had just happened.

One of the most loyal Decepticons, Megatron’s spawn, had just gone against his orders and protected Optimus.

Megatron had shot his own child.

He wanted help them, but now his worries were on his leader.

Anyways he saw some Cons bringing them back into Astrotrain.

Rumble nearly screamed when he saw Ironhold with a smoking hole coming from their chassis.

Thhhis was another time he wished he were a bigger bot to carry them back to the ship instead of relying on the others

Once on the ship, Rumble placed Ironhold’s helm on his lap and gently stroked their helm.

He didn’t care for any stares.

He just needed to know if they were okay.

Ironhold wakes up a few minutes after the unanimous decision to throw Megatron out the shuttle.

Rumble told them everything what had happened.

Ironhold is quiet during the entire story. Ironhold groans as they try and stand. Rumble grabbing their servo: “Are ya nuts!? Sit back down!” Ironhold ignores him and manages to stand. Ironhold: “Starscream.” Starscream turns to them, half expecting to hear a rebuttal about his new rise to power. Ironhold vents softly: “Do you want to lead?” Starscream pauses in confusion: “Yes?” Ironhold: “Then do it.” Starscream: “What?” Rumble: “What?” Every Decepticon: “What?” Ironhold groaning a bit: “I say we give Screamer here a chance. And if he messes up I will take control. Am I clear?” No one says anything. Ironhold stand up straighter: “I said, am I clear?” There is a mumbled agreement with the others. Their knees suddenly start buckling and falls. Rumble, Frenzy, Soundwave and some other cons catch them. Ironhold groans again as they are set back down on the bench.

Once they get back to the base, they get patched up just in time for Starscream’s cornation

They were really starting to reconsider their decision to make Starscream in charge

Luckliy Starscream’s regin didn’t klast long thanks to the entrance of Galavtron

But they soon realized that Galvatron was worse than their father and Starscream combined.

Especially once he slipped about Unicron.

They were done.

Ironhold knew that the other Decepticon’s had already claimed Galvatron as their leader.

After thinking about it, they ultimately decided to leave.

The Decepticon’s had strayed fair from their morals in the beginning and there was no way they would bow for Galvatron, Cyclonus, or any of the Sweeps with Unicron pulling the strings.

That night they cried a little as they pried Rumble from their frame.

As quietly as they could, they confiscated a shuttle a flew off.

They were flying around for a while until they received a strange energy spike on the Junkions Planet.

Ironhold lands on the planet and walks out only to be met with several blasters to the face. They slowly raise their servos up. Ironhold: “I come in peace.” Daniel: “Yeah right! Like we’re gonna listen to you!” Ironhold: “I came to help you.” Springer: “Help us? From what?”  Ironhold: "From Galvatron and his cronies.” Arcee: “And how do we know you aren’t setting us up for a trap.” Ironhold opens their subspace and pulls out their Decepticons insignia before throwing it on the ground: “Because I am not going to follow his orders. The Decepticon’s reason to fight is not something I am going to fight for. I know the past we’ve fought, but believe me, I am done being a Decepticon if THIS is what it means to be.” They look at Hot Rod for support, they know they don’t deserve it, but there was a small part that hoped for a change. Hot Rod: “I believe them.” The other bots: “You do?!” Hot Rod: “They tried to help Optimus before… before that. They stood up to Megatron and ,correct me if I’m wrong, you said you didn’t want to fight anymore.” Ironhold nods. Hot Rod: “And If they came all this way to help us, I say let them. We’re going to need all the help we can get fighting Unicron.” Kup is the first to approach Ironhold holding his servo out: “Welcome to the team kid.” Ironhold smiles at the older mech and shakes his servo.

Ironhold was met with hostility on the ship, which they completely understood.

If the situation was the other way around, they would also be wary.

Once Unicron was defeated, Ironhold was ready to hear them say to scram, to leave and never come back.

They were surprised when Rodimus Prime offered them an Autobot badge and a spot on the team.

A flash of Rumble’s face flashed in their helm.

Ironhold smiled at the new Prime and accepted.

There was a party celebrating the victory and Ironhold joing the fold.

Despite the festivities and the laughter shared, they walked into their new habsuite with tears in their optics.

The weight of the loss of their father…

Their family…

Their Conjunx…

They could only hope that Rumble had some part in his spark to forgive them once he found out they defected.

[1ris5starlight]

....I don't like this...

(0:03) The intro......is grey....why is it grey..?? Is it THAT BAD?? It will go THAT BAD???

(2:43) ....Moon, you don't want to pull out that card. YOU DON'T WANT TO, BELIEVE ME.

(3:13) Moon. Stop. This might hurt more than you want it to.

(4:09) Oh Sunny....

(5:01) 😶😰

(6:50) .......*left without words* .....did he actually said that....?!

(9:19) this hurt..so much💔

(10:50) ...OH SH*T. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! D@MN IT!

(11:21) oh God....Sun..you sure about that..?

(11:31) 😰....that one of the most hurtfull things he said to Sun by now....

(11:38) *GASP from terror*....OH no...nono non nono.....it's happening, IT CAN'T BE HAPPING.

....

Moon just teared apart the only family-member-relationship that maybe he could have left...

Moon..WTF did you just do..

(12:43) 😨......He's going more crazy than the Old Moon....this is getting worst to the point Sun said Moon is not his brother anymore....this is BAD. TOO BAD..

*too shocked to speak*.....

I....I-I....

Don't...know what to say......

Moon, you.....y-you..!

.....

YOU BASICALLY JUST SLAPPED EVERY SINGLE OF YOUR TWIN'S TRAUMA IN HIS FACE LIKE IT WAS NOTHING AND EVEN MADE FUN OF HIM WHILE DOING IT?!?!?!

WTH MOON?!?!

SERIOUSLY THIS LOW YOU GOT?!??!

EVEN THE OLD MOON HAVEN'T GONE THIS FAR!!!!

AND YOU JUST-...!!!

......

NO. I'M DONE.

THIS IS TOO MUCH.

YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR WITH THIS, MOON.

UNTIL YOU FIX UP THIS SH*T YOU MADE, I'M NOT GOING TO STAND YOU ANYMORE.

I'M DONE.

(I'm so pissed right now, I swear-!)

.....

.........

Sunny....I know you probably want to be alone now, but....I'm going to give an virtual hug. You really need some comfort right now..

Me: I'm so sorry for what he said to you...

Sun: ...

(Pls comfort Sun with me!)

[astars-things]

Song to listen to while reading. Lyrics will be included in the fic

Grab your tissues this is going to be a sad one x

This is good land or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind

I stood on the porch watching Quinn pack his things into the car, Jack stood next to me holding me as I cried, "Y/n/n it's going to be okay I'll see you whenever I'm playing here and you come to visit me in Vancouver" Quinn whispered to me I hugged him tight until it was time to let go and watched as he walked to the car with mom 

I ran inside to my room watching the car drive away leaving a sad gloomy atmosphere in my heart I cried as I saw the car reach the end of the street. As I walked downstairs I saw Quinns' room empty with a bed and a dresser still left behind 

I felt arms wrap around me it was Jack and Luke hugging me tight, I was happy I had them but deep down I was scared. 

I was scared of what was going to happing when they leave when they were going to leave their baby sister that night I cuddled into Jack and Luke crying,

This is good land or at least it was It takes a strong hand and a sound mind

It makes me smile to know when things get hard, ooh

You'll be far, ooh, you'll be far from here 

and soon it came a time when history repeats itself and I was standing on the porch in Luke's arms watching Jack pack up his stuff, why'd they have to move away leaving me crying, Luke ran his fingers through my hair "Bye y/n/n" Jack hugged me tight as I cried again 

off he went to New Jersey where he was going to forget about me as Quinn did, Quinn promised he was going to call and visit me and in the first month he did but those visits and calls became fewer and fewer.

I looked into jacks room only seeing a bed and some photos on the wall, Luke was there to pick up the pieces of my broken self

but I knew it wasn't long until he left

So pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost

I was right. soon it was Luke's time to leave he was off to college but it was only a matter of time until the NHL took another one of my brothers and forget about me like the others did 

I cried hard that night alone with my thoughts, I lay in bed clutching my blanket tight

and like the others he barely visited. Summer was different they didn't bother hanging out with me they were too busy with their friends. 

The birds'll still sing, your folks'll still fight The boards'll still creak, the leaves will still die We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love

It was just Mom, Dad and I left in the empty house, photos on the wall memories of when they were still here, when they still loved me 

for months I waited for a text from anyone of them but when I didn't I gave up, Mom and Dad were there to pick up the pieces 

You told me you would make a difference Well, I got drunk and shut you down

 I changed, going to parties and getting drunk trying to get them out of my head, they didn't care about me, they left and forgot about me, too busy with their friends and hockey

So pack up your car, put a hand on your heart Say whatever you feel, be wherever you are We ain't angry at you, love You're the greatest thing we've lost

I was off to college, in another state, Boston University was where I was destined to go,

I watch my mom and dad cry as I packed up the car "I love you" I cried to my parents but I was ready to leave the nest "We love you too baby" They hugged me tight, "You're the greatest thing we've lost" I heard them whisper

I waved to them as I drove off ready to see where the world was going to take me 

We ain't angry at you, love We'll be waiting for you, love

And we'll all be here forever

I was finally happy I told myself as I drove

You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far You're gonna go far Yes, you are

If you wanna go far Then you gotta go far

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Talk Garden Vol.14‼️~Everyone's Health Regimens Are Amazing! I Can't Handle The Recent Temperature Changes~

The temperatures in Tokyo suddenly dropped below 20℃ so I thought it was finally going to get cooler…but it was only for a moment. It seems to be going back up to warm temperatures around 25℃ 😅A temperature difference of about 10℃ between different days is rough in many ways😵‍💫I'm not sure what to wear *laughs*🧥

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

How is autumn approaching where you live? I feel that the plants in my house are growing a little slower, maybe because they've been freed from the heat of just a few weeks ago. It's a little sad, but some of them seem to be preparing for hibernation so I need to be more careful when watching over them🤔Watering them will become quite tricky from now on 😇I'll do my best!

Well! Today, I Vol.14 of my podcast "Wakana's Talk Garden" has been uploaded! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ I received many submission about "Everyone's Rules of Healthy Living"! It made me realise how well you all take care of your health😳You didn't only talk about different diets, you also mentioned exercising, regular health checks, trying new things to deal with daily physical problems…I was really impressed by everyone's dedication to a healthy lifestyle!! 😭✨I got the impression that a lot of people ride bikes😊🚴In terms of food, many people try to prioritise vegetables🍅🍆🥒🥕🥦Basic health rules seem to be ingrained in all of you🤔That's amazing…✨

I'm trying my best too, but the fatigue of summer and the dryness of the sudden cold have made my voice a little nasal😓It may be hard to listen to but if you have some spare time, feel free to check out the latest episode. I forgot to mention it in the podcast but I wanted to introduce my recent favourite foam roller. I am using it every morning and evening for stretching 😉It's a small foam roller for myofascial release. Look at the cute colour and size. It's tiny compared to a regular-sized foam roller. It's light and easy to carry! It's small, but it can release myofascia just as well as a regular-sized one!

I've always loved this stretch ball, too. It's a great product that can be used on trigger points. (Trigger points are "hyperalgesic areas, which are where the pain-sensing sensors in the body have malfunctioned, causing constant pain.") Personally, I use it in areas that don't usually hurt but are prone to stiffness. The shoulder blades, collarbones, and especially glutes! My glutes are surprisingly stiff! (By the way, if you want to work on large muscles like your glutes or thighs, I recommend using a foam roller with a large surface area rather than a small ball 😊 The ball is best for small focus areas) I keep these items near my bed so I can use them before bedtime at night, I also keep them in my stretch corner or on the sofa *laughs* I use them whenever I notice stiffness. It's quite painful though… 😇

Thank you to everyone who sent in submissions this month! ! As for the little present for those whose message was read, please expect it to arrive in about a month. I'm sorry to keep you waiting but please be patient😅💦

So! For next month's talk theme I chose: "Everyone's Ideal Autumn Trip". I talked a little bit about it in the episode but last month I went on a trip to Nikko with my mother 🧳I was very excited to be able to visit the nostalgic Nikko Toshogu Shrine 😍It was my first trip in a while and I felt very refreshed. That's why I picked this travel topic for the next episode ♪

Please tell me about the places you want to go or have been to, and the kind of trips you want to take! ! ＼(^o^)／I will of course share photos and a travel diary of my trip to Nikko on my blog soon✏️

And last but not least! I also wanted to talk about the happy news that were announced last week! Next year, on January 15, 2025, we will hold a Kalafina live concert. After seven years, we have decided to sing together again as a trio. 17 years after our debut! We have been encouraged by the feelings of everyone who has always supported us throughout the years. For this reason, we want to stand with gratitude and pride on stage to convey our feelings to you that day. The concert is titled "Kalafina Anniversary LIVE 2025".

We look forward to seeing you at Tokyo Garden Theater next year. Please come and see us!!! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／[Note: Unfortunately, Wakana doesn't really share anything specific about the upcoming live. She's bubbly as always when she makes the announcement but no further infos or thoughts are revealed]

All right, that's all for today! Until next time~☆( '▽')/

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For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on November 10th, the following two topics have been chosen: ・Everyone's Ideal Autumn Trip ・Anything you’d like to ask Wakana/Anything you’d like Wakana to talk about

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I Wish You Would

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: You say it's in the past And drive straight ahead You think I'm gonna hate you now 'Cause you still don't know what I never said

word count: 2819

warnings: alcoholism, cheating (minor)

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JJ isn't quite sure why he goes this way to the Chateau.

There's a faster way. It's already really early in the morning, and he's exhausted from work. But he can't bring himself to avoid this road, no matter how much it hurts every single day.

It's probably the the fact that every time he drives by, he can only think of good memories.

"Hey!" A girl calls from her window on the second floor. She's leaning on the sill, her hair fluttering in the wind as she smiles. He puts his hand up to shade his eyes as he releases the lawn mower, causing it to turn off.

"What?" He yells, taking in her face. The first thing he notices is her eyes, glittering in the sun. The second is her smile, practically blinding him.

"What's your name?" She asks, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"JJ!" He tells her, brows furrowed. His eyes are still squinted, because he forgot his sunglasses at his house and he's terrified of going back while he knows his dad is unemployed and still there. "What's yours?"

"Y/N!" When she says it, he feels his heart stop momentarily. "What's your number, JJ?" She asks, and he lets out a laugh.

"Not even a date?" She asks through her giggles, and JJ thinks this sound will kill him.

"Fine!" He chuckles, thinking about what he has to do. "How about tonight at the Ship Wreck?" It's the nicest place he knows that he can also afford, and he expects this rich girl to wince. Instead she smiles even brighter, eyes crinkling.

"7 PM! Don't be late!" She winks, her laugh flowing out the window as she walks back into her room, leaving JJ to wonder how the hell he just got the easiest date of his life with the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

When he realizes he stopped in the middle of the road in front of her house, he takes a deep breath and reminds himself of what happed only a couple weeks ago. He feels like he's gonna be sick as he starts back up again, driving ahead once more.

It doesn't really matter what he thinks. It doesn't matter that he's still in love with her, because she clearly doesn't care anymore. And if she caught him outside her window, she'd probably come out just to yell at him. He wouldn't be surprised if she beat him with a stick.

~

She knows he's out there.

Well, she doesn't know for sure. But she can hear the rumbling of a motorcycle, and it reminds her of him. She hears it every night around the same time, and it makes her wish that he would just come back up to her room. She wouldn't even ask him questions, just let him into her bed so that he could hold her in the way she's been missing for a month now. 

She doesn't go to the window to check for fear of being wrong, of seeing someone else. What she's most afraid of, however, is that someone else will be on the bike, in her place.

She knows she shouldn't feel this way. She knows they weren't dating for that long, that they were in love for such a short time that she should be able to get over it; they didn't even tell each other 'I love you' anyway, so there's no reason for her to think he loved her back. On the outside, they were the party couple, showing up and being all over each other at parties, always next to each other, always with each other. If they were both missing, everyone knew that if you found one, you found the other.

And she was always on the back of his bike.

"I can give you a ride home." He tells her, smiling. The date had gone perfect; they had hit it off quickly, and Y/N saw even the waitress smiling (later, she would realize that the waitress was Kiara, who was friends with JJ). When she had leaned out the window and asked JJ on the date, she wasn't expecting this. She knew he would be fun, she had heard of his reputation, but she didn't think he would be funny or offer to drive her home.

On his motorcycle?

"That one's yours?" She asks, blinking as JJ stops by the thin motorcycle. When he nods, she almost lets out a laugh. "And you think we're both gonna fit?" She smiles, but it's a nervous one that frays on the edges.

"We don't have to take this if you don't want to." He tells her, but she shakes her head.

"No, it sounds fun." She smiles and steps closer to him, causing him to smirk in return.

"Hold on tight." He tells her, putting his helmet over her head before climbing on. He holds his hand out for her, and she takes it while sitting on the back of the seat, thighs clutching the bike and arms wrapped tightly around him.

"Where's your helmet?" She asks, tilting her head to look at him.

"You're wearing it." He tells her, toeing backwards.

"Please be careful." Her heart is racing at the idea of something happening to JJ without his helmet. When she squeezes him tighter, he can practically feel how much she cares. It makes him feel like he could just melt, something he'd never felt before.

"I always will with you." He smiles before pulling out, and if she didn't have the helmet on she would kiss him right there.

And then, of course, she had messed it up.

It started with a party. Usually, it was well known that Y/N and JJ were together, but it was the beginning of summer and the tourons were back. Specifically, one that JJ always hooked up with.

"Jay," CarrieAnn calls, smiling with two drinks in her hand. Y/N had just gone into the Chateau with the girls to use the bathroom, and JJ had been told he wasn't allowed to follow.

"Hey, Carrie." JJ smiles tightly, instantly uncomfortable with how close she is. He steps back, but she clearly doesn't get the message because she steps forward. When JJ takes a sip of his drink, he realizes it's not beer, but something much, much stronger. Apart of him knows he shouldn't drink it, but the part of him that he gets from his dad, the addictive part, wants to slam it all down to let the alcohol numb his heavy feelings.

"How've you been?" She asks, one hand on his shoulder. He tips the drink back before he can think about it.

"I need a new one." He tells her instead of answering her question, turning in the direction of the makeshift bar they had. As they got older and more people chipped in money, they were able to get better alcohol instead of just the kegs. JJ had never been more thankful for that when he threw back a shot and then poured another mixed drink with a heavy hand.

By the time Y/N was out of the bathroom, JJ was three drinks in. He hadn't even left the huge stump they called a bar, standing and smiling with CarrieAnn.

To JJ's defense, Carrie looked a lot like Y/N. Same colored hair and height, similar skin tones and build. But he should have known it wasn't Y/N because while CarrieAnn's eyes were similar, they were no where near as gorgeous as JJ found Y/N's. So when CarrieAnn pulled JJ down for a kiss after pretending to whisper something in his ear, JJ had honestly thought it was Y/N.

Until Y/N grabbed him by his collar and yanked him back.

"How could you?" She screams, taking a look at him. Kiara and Sarah are behind her, mouths open in shock. JJ loved Y/N, everyone could see it; so why was he kissing someone else? the hurt in her voice makes him hurt as well, but he's too drunk to realize why she was so upset. 

"Wha," JJ starts, turning drunkenly between CarrieAnn and Y/N. "I thought," Y/N lifts her head in understanding, but underneath it still stings like a dagger to her heart. JJ shouldn't have been drunk enough to think she was someone else anyway. He had promised to cut back when they started dating, and so far he had. Even at other parties, he hadn't gotten fully drunk around her. 

"Who's this?" CarrieAnn finally steps up, taking a hold of JJ's arm. He shrugs it off, looking at her with confusion. He honestly can't even remember why he had been around Carrie in the first place.

"My girlfriend." He walks forward to Y/N, but she takes a step back, holding a hand up.

"You just kissed another girl." She whispers, backing up a couple more steps. Tears flood in her eyes, her beautiful eyes, and JJ would do anything to take them away.

"I thought she was you." JJ says as he moves forward, confirming Y/N's thoughts. She had figured as much, but it only made the hurt of him kissing someone else marginally easier to bear.

"Because you're drunk." She whispers, as if it's not obvious to everyone that he had been pouring himself half a handle.

"I'm sorry," He finally says, tears starting to spring to his own eyes.

"Let's talk about it when you're sober." She turns, happy that Kiara and Sarah are right there for her, waiting to take her into their arms and away from the party. She leans on them, letting them take her to Kie's car where they'll all go back to Y/N's house.

"Wait!" He calls, but he knows that even if they heard him over the sound of the music, she's not coming back. He deflates as Pope and John B come up to him.

"Dude," Pope starts, frowning. They had seen everything go down, but they were powerless to help; they all knew that stepping in would only make things worse. 

"Don't worry, man." John B puts an arm around his friend, and the three of them start walking toward the Chateau. "I've done way stupider things, and Sarah and I are still together." As if that's supposed to comfort JJ. By the raise of Pope's eyebrow, he doesn't think it was a great thing to say either.

The next day, JJ had tried to go to Y/N's house, but she wasn't around. It wasn't until he walked around the whole house that he realized she was on vacation.

Shit.

He calls her immediately, still on her porch. She picks up quicker than he expected, and he's thankful for it.

"Hello?" It sounds nice enough, but it isn't her usual greeting and it upsets JJ. Usually, she's so excited to get a call from him that she can barely shut up long enough for him to tell her what he needed to.

"Y/N, I'm so so sorry about last night. She kissed me, and I honestly did think she was you. I didn't realize until you pulled me back. I was so drunk, I could barely stand. And I know it's not an excuse, but if you could just forgive me and give me another chance, it'll never happen again. I swear to God." He's begging, he knows he is, but he'll do anything to make it right.

"That's the thing, JJ," She starts, and his heart drops because he has no idea what the thing is. "You're always apologizing for getting drunk. I mean, you've seen what it does to your father, and you still chose to abuse it! I don't mind you having fun and drinking, but," She takes a deep breath as her words get softer with more emotion, and JJ feels like the world has just spun off it's axis. He collapses into one of her patio chairs, heart racing to the point of pain. "If you're so drunk you can't distinguish your girlfriend from another girl, then maybe you shouldn't have one." She tells him, and he could just throw up at her words.

"I know but Y/N,"

"No buts, JJ! Are you gonna get your act together or not?" She's giving him a chance, letting him  pick the easy way out or the hard way to her.

"I'll try." Is the best he can do, but clearly it isn't good enough for Y/N. He doesn't want to lie, however, and he can't make a promise that he doesn't fully know he can keep.

"There is no try in this situation, JJ! You either get a handle on your problem or you lose me." It's very clear that she isn't budging, and JJ shuts his eyes as he feels them water.

"You don't understand!" He begins pulling at his hair, quickly losing his temper. "Yeah, I know how my dad ruined my life with it. I know how he drove away my mom and I know how he fucked himself and me over. But it's not as simple as knowing that. I just, I have so much anxiety, and it helps numb."

"I understand that, Jayj. I can help you-"

"You can't!" He yells, and she just widens her eyes from the other side of the line. He knows he should just shut up, calm down and talk to her later, but his mouth is moving before he can stop it. "You don't understand because life is like walking down the yellow brick road for you!" He was about to say more before he stops himself, knowing that he's already said enough. He knows that life hasn't been like walking on sunshine for her, that she's told him about her mental issues and her struggles with different experiences.

"Goodbye, JJ." She tells him.

"No, wait! I didn't mean that-" He starts, but the dial tone sounds and he knows its over. And the worst part is, he's sober. He has no one, nothing to blame but himself for this one.

~

When she hears a motorcycle go past her house again, it's a late night. It's actually an early morning; two am. She has to know now, needs to see if the person riding their motorcycle past her house every single night is JJ, and if he has anyone else. Namely that girl that looks like her, but it would hurt just as much if it were anyone else.

When she looks out her window, JJ Maybank is stopped in the middle of the street, staring at her house. Her heart gets caught in her throat as she stares from the darkness. She runs down the stairs as fast as she can, hoping he doesn't leave by the time she can get out there. She flies out the door, catching JJ's attention as she sprints across the grass.

"Hey," She whispers, slowing as she reaches him. He just stares at her, his helmetless face betraying all his emotions in the light of the street lamp. She wants to tell him to put on a helmet, but she's sure that's not a good starting point.

"What are you doing out here?" He asks, turning off his motorcycle. He puts the kickstand down and pulls his leg across it to stand. They're staring at each other in the silence, Y/N panting while JJ's heart races in a way that has nothing to do with exercise.

"I wish I would have told you that I love you on the phone." Her admission still makes his heart pound, and he's stunned into silence. "I didn't mean to hang up the phone, I swear. There was so much I wanted to say to you, but I couldn't because of how angry I was. And all I can think about is if I wouldn't have hung up, if I would have just let you explain yourself and if you would have let me express myself, then we would still be together. You know we would still be together." What she says is so true that it makes JJ have to swallow down his emotion.

"It's my fault." He tells her, heart breaking at the way she's taking responsibility for something she didn't even do. "I'm the one who messed up, and I didn't mean to say all those things. I was just so upset and I didn't trust myself." He knows it's a shitty excuse, but for some reason, she puts her hand on his face and tilts his head so he's looking at her.

"We're both sorry. We'll both try to be more understanding." She says, moving even closer until their bodies are touching.

"I love you too." He says before she can apologize or brush off anything else. "And I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn't." He barely finishes talking before her lips are on his, and he smiles as he puts his hands on her hips and pulls her in closer.

//

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[autisticlancemcclain]

The knock on the door is so quiet that it can only be heard if you’re straining to hear it.

Luckily, Keith is.

He rolls out of bed immediately — he’s fully dressed, he hadn’t bothered sleeping last night — and walks stiffly to the door. He pauses for a moment, when his gloved hands touch the cool metal of the doorbell, taking a deep, long breath, steeling himself.

Shiro stands behind the door, hands clasped sombrely in front of him.

“You ready for this?” he asks quietly.

Keith nods once. “Yes.”

Shiro softens at the trepidation in Keith’s voice, reaching out a hand to rest on Keith’s shoulder. He tries for an encouraging smile. It falls flat, but Keith appreciates the encouragement nonetheless.

“We’ve got this, kiddo,” Shiro says. He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Keith. “We can do this. We know the risks. We’ve been training for weeks.”

“And where has that gotten us?” Keith murmurs. He feels bad for making Shiro’s face fall again, but it’s the truth. They’ve been training for weeks, yes, but it’s only yielded them failure. Now time is up, and they’ve got nothing to show for it but tattered hope.

“We have to try.”

Keith takes another deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opens them again, he’s determined, straightening his spine in a display of what he hopes is confidence.

“Okay. Lead the way.”

As silently as they can — they can’t wake up the rest of the team, because any one of them will try to stop them — they creep down the halls, freezing every time they so much as hear a creak. They stay crouched low to the ground, ducking in and out of shadows, breathing so silent and shallow Keith is half sure they’ve stopped entirely.

There’s no sense of relief, when they finally reach their destination — they may be free from their concerned teammates stopping them, but now they must face their bigger challenge. The biggest they’ve ever faced. An impossibility, if Keith’s being pessimistic.

They exchange a wary look, fists clenched at their sides, and step into the kitchen.

“Fire extinguisher ready?” Shiro asks.

Keith pats the contraption, strapped to his utility belt (the Altean version are much more effective and compact). “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Shiro snorts. “I’m not sure how much hope I have left. You grab the ingredients, I’ll grab the equipment.”

Keith pats Shiro’s back, then heads off to do as asked. He rifles through the cupboards for sugar and flour, grabs the milk and eggs from the fridge.

Baking. Their mortal enemy. The one thing, out of everything either of them has ever attempted, that has completely eluded them; has proven well beyond their skills and capabilities.

Well, not tonight. Tonight, they are going to bake cupcakes. Successfully. They’re going to show the team that they can be trusted in the kitchen without causing a fire, thank you very much, and not only that, but that they can make something delicious.

“D’you get the red food dye?” Shiro asks.

“Shit, I forgot.”

“How did you forget the red for red velvet cupcakes?”

“I’m stressed! These have to be perfect! Let me live!”

“Alright,” Shiro says, chuckling. “Go get it, goober.”

Grumbling, Keith does, slamming the little bottle on the counter next to the mixing bowl.

“Red velvet’s basically just chocolate, anyway. I dunno why we’re making it all stupid and fancy. We can’t even do the regular stuff right!”

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted on making cupcakes on Valentine’s Day,” Shiro says. He smirks. “Although I’m sure that has less to do with proving ourselves and more to do with a certain lanky rival of yours —”

“Moving on,” Keith says loudly. He’s sure his face is as red as the stupid dye. Shiro snickers, but he doesn’t make any more comments, carefully measuring out the dry ingredients and tipping them into the bowl. He goes painfully slowly, and as much as Keith wants to tell him to get a goddamn move on, he knows better. (That was the catastrophe of Attempt #4. Somehow neither of them had considered what would happen if they dumped several cups of carefully measured flour in the mixing bowl, and had been left with both a dust explosion that had taken them four hours to clean, and what was essentially cake soup since the measured flour did not make it into the batter and the ratios were all off. They will not be making that mistake again. Sometimes Keith still finds flour in weird places when he’s bothering a cooking Hunk, and has to wipe it off when the man is distracted.)

They manage to avoid repeating any of their previous catastrophes for the entire creation of the batter. No eggs end up exploded (attempt #7 — don’t microwave eggs because the recipe said room temperature and you forgot to take them out of the fridge in time), no skulls end up cracked (attempt #11 — if you spill butter on the floor, clean it, or else someone will trip and you’ll need an emergency healing pod), and no batter ends up coming to life (attempt #2 — avoid using weirdo space ingredients you don’t recognize). After thirty minutes of careful measuring and even more careful mixing, they’re left with a beautiful, bright red cake batter, not too thin, not too thick, and it tastes delicious.

“Leave some batter for the actual cupcakes, you brat,” Shiro admonishes, wrenching the spoon out of Keith’s hand. “Also, stop double dipping. That’s disgusting.”

“I actually have a theory about that,” Keith says around a mouthful of batter. “You know how Lance and Hunk and Allura use the same recipe when they make cookies, but each of them tastes just a little different?”

“Frankly, I’m afraid to say yes.”

“I think that might be their saliva —”

“Gross!”

“—because since everything else is the same, the only thing that changes is the mouth that licks the spoon —”

“Keith, I am going to vomit if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“—and I don’t think they’re, like, spitting in the batter or anything —”

“Ew! Nasty! Stop talking!”

“—but I do think that trace amounts make a difference! It’s the only explanation.”

“I hate you,” Shiro says. “Not joking.”

Keith places his hands under his chin and grins innocently, batting his eyelashes.

Shiro rolls his eyes. “You spend too much time with Lance.”

“I do not,” Keith says, flushing. “I spend — a regular amount of time with Lance. Same as you.”

Keith considers smacking the smug look off Shiro’s stupid face. He considers it very hard. Maybe he’ll wait until Shiro’s done pouring the batter into the tins and then pinch him.

“Uh-huh. Sure. That’s why you want to make Lance’s favourite cake on Valentine’s Day, and why you spent four space mall trips looking for a heart shaped cupcake tin.”

“It’s — they’re cute! The pan is cute and the cupcakes will be cute! And — I love Lance! I love all the team! Platonically! We are good pals! Pals for whom I would like to bake successfully so I can be unbanned from the stove!”

“Right. Okay. Sure.”

“Good! Glad you agree!”

“Yes, totally.” Shiro slides the now-full pan into the oven, triple-checking the timer and temperature (Keith doesn’t think he needs to explain why they know to do that now), then turns to Keith with a smirk.

“Sure, Nick Carroway. Real close friends you two are.”

Keith grinds his teeth, cutting Shiro a sharp glare. “I hope you burn yourself when the cupcakes are done.”

“I’ll be sure to get on that. Now, make the frosting. Did you want to make chocolate frosting, so it matches Lance’s eyes?”

Keith says nothing, because that is what he wanted to do, actually, and there’s no coming back from that one. He’s grouchy the whole time he makes the stupid chocolate frosting because Shiro spends the whole time laughing.

(Shiro does actually burn himself a little when he takes the cupcakes out, which brings Keith joy. Ha. Karma.)

———

“I can’t believe we actually did it,” Keith says, awed, an hour and a half later. The cupcakes are cooked to perfection, and iced to — well. There is icing on the cupcakes and it is not melted. Keith feels like he still gets a point for that one, even though some of the frosting genuinely looks like a pile of doodoo.

He throws some sprinkles on them. They now look like doodoo with pink sprinkles.

Oh, well.

“They look…rustic,” Shiro decides.

Keith laughs. “Is that what we’re going with?”

“Yep. If we look enthusiastic enough, everyone will feel too bad to make any sort of comment.”

“That works for me.”

“Excellent.” Shiro checks his watch, then claps his hands together. “Well! It’s a quarter to four, so that only took us a few hours. We still have time to go back to sleep. You ready to get out of here?”

“You go ahead,” Keith says hesitantly. He looks pointedly away, fixing his gaze on the doodoo cupcakes. “I, uh, have to do something.”

He’s expected teasing, for Shiro to make another stupid literature reference to mock him, or something along those lines. Instead Shiro pauses, turns around, and nudges Keith gently.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Keith does.

“You planning something?”

“I was,” Keith admits. “I had flowers and shit. I dunno. All that gooey stuff. I wrote him a letter.” He looks down again, kicking the ground. “But I don’t think I’m going to give them to him.”

“So much for platonic cupcakes, huh?” Shiro teases, but it’s much softer. He wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulders and squeezes gently.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know. You’re doing something vulnerable. That’s scary.”

“What if he hates it? I don’t — I just don’t think it’s worth the risk. I don’t have to tell him. I’m cool with wallowing for eternity.”

“That’s a good idea, actually.” Shiro drags him to the table, sitting him down and handing him a doodoo cupcake. “Not the wallowing. The question. What would happen if Lance didn’t return your feelings?”

“Some pep talk,” Keith grumbles, unwrapping the cupcake and shoving it in his mouth in one bite specifically to watch Shiro wince. “Hey, these are actually good.”

“Just humour me,” Shiro insists, trying to ignore Keith’s chewing. “Imagine you give Lance your letter, the flowers, the knife.”

“I didn’t say anything about a knife.”

Shiro levels him a look. “I know you, Keith. You made him a knife.” He pats Keith condescendingly on the hand. “That’s how you show affection, you feral desert child. With weaponry.”

“I’m taking back the knife I made you.”

“You can take it from my cold, dead corpse. Anyway. Talk me through it. Say you give Lance your gifts, and he doesn’t return your feelings. What would happen?”

As much as he loathes to admit it, Shiro’s thought exercises actually have helped him work through things before, so he takes a moment to actually think about his answer. What would happen if Lance read the note Keith wrote him, and he didn’t feel the same way?

“He’d be honest about it,” Keith admits. “Tell me the truth right away. And he would be gentle about it.”

Shiro hums. “And then what?”

“He’d…probably ask me what I need. Like, do I want space or whatever.”

“And once you’ve had your space?”

Keith lets the barest smile cross his lips. “He’d go on being as annoying as possible. Possibly even more frustrating.”

“Right,” Shiro says, smiling. “You two are friends, kiddo. You’re also disgustingly down bad for each other — seriously, it’s kind of hard for the rest of us to watch — but you guys have a solid relationship. You’re going to be fine. This is Lance we’re talking about, remember? The guy who cried when we passed a supernova because it was a star dying? He’s not going to hurt you.”

Keith smiles a little, remembering. Lance had made everyone have a moment of silence for the star, and for the system it had potentially sustained for thousands of years. That had been the first moment where Keith had looked at Lance and just thought: oh. I love this boy.

“Okay,” Keith says quietly. “I’m — I’ll tell him.”

“Good,” Shiro says. He smiles proudly. “I can’t wait to hear about it, kiddo. You’re going to do great.”

———

Knocking is the hardest part, right? It has to be. There’s no other reason why he’s been standing here for ten minutes, flowers clenched in his hand so tightly he’s probably ruined the stems, staring unblinkingly at the white door of Lance’s room.

Y’know, his room is two steps away. He could just give up. Giving up is always an option.

He screws up his eyes, forcing himself to untense a little. It’s fine. This is fine.

This is Lance.

Before he can talk himself out of it again, he knocks on the door. His signature knock — one single knock, because he’s his own target audience and that’s hilarious.

It takes him three milliseconds after he knocks to realise hey, dumbass, it’s four in the morning. Lance is not fucking awake. Obviously you’re not going to get an answer.

Only just as he’s about to step away, the door is inched open, revealing Lance sitting by the floor of his bed, leaning over so far he’s practically bent in half in an attempt to open the door without getting up.

“Hey, Keith,” he says, without looking away from his game. “I’m almost done this level, you wanna join? I could use your help because Pidge said the next level is hard as —”

Keith knows the exact second Lance finally looks over and takes Keith in completely, not because they make eye contact, but because Lance freezes, controller falling from his hand and cracking on the tile floor.

Lance doesn’t even glance down at it.

“…Keith?”

“Your face is shaped really well,” Keith blurts, and immediately wants to throw himself out the airlock. “Wait. No. That’s not what I —”

Lance laughs quietly, ducking his head. The tips of his ears are red.

“C’mere,” he says, patting the spot next to him. “Take a breather. Tell me what’s going on.”

Keith does, sitting down carefully so he doesn’t drop anything. He thinks back to Shiro’s pep talk.

This is Lance.

“These are for you,” Keith says, when he’s finally got ahold of himself. He hands Lance the flowers — and, yes, a dagger he made — then sets the cupcake on the floor between them. “For — Valentine’s Day.”

Nothing could prepare Keith for the grin that lights up Lance’s face. It’s the brightest thing he’s ever seen. It’s blinding.

“Really?”

“Yeah, Lance,” Keith says softly.

Lance covers his face with one hand, the other still holding his flowers. The knife rests in his lap. His cheeks are ruddy, and he’s very giggly.

“I love them,” he says. “Thank you.”

Keith clears his dry throat, but it doesn’t do much. “There’s a note. In the flowers. For you.”

Carefully, Lance nudges aside the buds to find the envelope, unfolding the note. Keith watches as his dark eyes flit over the page, and the smile on his face only grows.

For the first time tonight, Keith lets himself get excited. He lets himself believe that this is going to go well. He lets himself believe that Lance may very well like him just as much as he likes Lance.

People who don’t have crushes don’t react like that to romantic gifts, after all.

After a minute of reading — Keith’s note really isn’t all that long, because after four or five tries of trying to fit everything he was feeling into one letter, he gave up and just got to the point — Lance carefully sets down the note and the flowers, shifts so he’s facing Keith, and leans forward.

“Keith,” he says, very seriously. “I am going to kiss you know. Thoughts?”

Keith opens his mouth, then closes it again. Lance smiles wider.

“I’d be down with that, yeah.”

“Great,” Lance says, and there’s not even a second of pause before he’s leaning in and pressing their lips together.

At first it isn’t much of a kiss — both of them are smiling too hard to kiss properly — but after a bit both of them melt into each other, hands reaching out to touch, hesitant but determined.

“I’m so glad I spied on you and Shiro,” Lance mumbles. “Y’all should be suspicious more often. Especially if it means we get to kiss after.”

Keith huffs in amusement. Of course the various creaks he and Shiro heard when sneaking to the kitchen weren’t just the castle settling. Hunk may be the nosiest person on the team, but Lance is probably the sneakiest.

“Did you really watch the whole time?”

“No. I left when Shiro asked you about the fire extinguisher. I figured you were well-equipped at that point and I could leave without waking up to a fire.”

“Oh. So you didn’t hear me talking about you?”

Lance grins, resting one of his hands on the flowers. “No. This was — I didn’t see this coming.” His smile turns sly. “You should tell me all the mushy shit you said, though.”

Keith snorts, reaching over to grab Lance’s hand and press a kiss to the back of it.

“Not on your life.”

———

“I can’t believe you and Shiro actually managed to make decent cupcakes, by the way. Holy shit.”

“The frosting kind of looks like doodoo.”

“Well, yeah, but still! I’m gonna go to the kitchen and eat the rest of them.”

“Wait, Lance, no—”