#i want shirtless hiccup

[queenofthearchipelago]

I know what happens in the Fire Tides.

Richard Hamilton, who was a writer for the Fire Tides and had a hand in other Dragons stories that we love, did an interview of sorts with Audrie Greywind on her youtube channel. The entire interview is almost two hours and he spends that whole time telling Audrie, and us, the entire plot of the Fire Tides.

She also has another video on her channel revealing the winner of the Shirtless Hiccup art contest, where Richard Hamilton chose a fan's art to be the Official Canon representation of Shirtless Hiccup, since the Fire Tides hasn't been released visually.

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[evie-sturns]

confession - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when you show up at chris’s house completely drunk at 1am, the last thing he expects is for you to admit all your feelings for him.

contains: bestfriend!chris, drunk!reader, fluff, teasing.

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12:54am

i definitely drank too much, the air around me seems to be spinning and my head is pounding, what better place to go then my bestfriend chris’s house? i’ve known him forever anyways, he shouldn’t mind.

i giggle to myself as i walk up the stairs to chris’s house, everything is funny at the moment, especially the little garden gnome he has right by his doorstep.

my minidress rides up my thighs, my hair is messy and in my eyes and i barely know where the fuck i am.

i twist the doorknob and open his front door, the whole house is dark except for a small light down the hallway.

i invite myself into his house, deciding to walk down the hallway to his room.

i trip over my feet a couple times before reaching his room.

i push open the door slowly to find chris, sat up against his headboard, the only light in his room being the screen of his phone, illuminating his features perfectly.

“y/n- how the fuck did you get in my house?” he speaks, his voice is filled with pure shock, i don’t blame him.

“oh- it was open.” i mumble, slurring my words with a small laugh at the end.

“you’re drunk? oh gosh.” he groans, standing up out of bed and jogging over to me.

his sweatpants are slung low around his hips, he’s shirtless, showing off his small happy trail.

“hey- did you know that my friend layla is pregnant!? how crazy is that.” i instantly start to yap,

he wraps his arm around my shoulder and guides me to his bed.

“and- and she’s like super pregnant aswell- who knew!” i shrug, flopping back onto chris’s matress.

“that’s crazyy” chris says, standing over me and inspecting me.

“i know right- and she didn’t even tell—“ i start but chris cuts me off.

“how much have you drank, seriously.” he asks, folding his arms over his chest.

“not a lot.” i lie,

“y/n..” he warns,

i instantly give in, “okay maybe a lot- but it’s okay cause it was a birthday party and you’re always meant to-“ i start but chris interrupts me again.

“do you feel like you might be sick hon?” he asks softly,

“no..” i mumble, manspreading on his bed.

he instantly walks over to me and subtly closes my legs,

“should we get you out of this tiny ass dress?” chris asks, tugging it down my thighs for a bit of modesty.

“yeah- i didn’t bring my sleepover bag though.” i say with a small pout,

chris laughs, “i wasn’t expecting you to bring your sleepover bag, wasn’t expecting ya in general!”

“sorry but it’s not my fault that i lost my phone so i couldn’t call an uber!” i whine

“you lost your phone?” he asks,

chris sorts through his closet to find me something to wear, before pulling out some sweatpants and one of his shirts.

“yeah but i’ll find it!” i grin widely,

chris walks over to me with the clothes he picked me out, “these look okay?” he asks,

“chrissuhhh! you know i don’t suit red!!” i groan, pulling the shirt he gave me out of his hands.

“do you want a different shirt?” chris says with a small laugh,

“no..” i mumble,

“let’s get you into these then,” he says, handing me the sweatpants

i stand up off the bed, before instantly tripping over into chris,

“oops- oh god.” he exclaims with a small smirk

“you want some help?” chris asks, his hands resting on my shoulders

“undress me chris.” i giggle with a wink,

chris shakes his head, “don’t eveeerr says that again.” he laughs.

“sorryyyy.” i smile, letting out a small hiccup from the alcohol

chris quickly tugs my dress up over my head, his eyes diverted to the side,

“i’m not looking- i swear..” he mutters,

he pulls the sweatpants up my hips,

“um- do you want to sleep in your bra or..” he whispers,

i shake my head, “take it off!” i say loudly with a exaggerated wink

he scoffs, wiping his eyes.

he unclasps it with ease, it drops to the floor and chris wastes no time pulling on the shirt.

“done.” he says proudly, kicking my dress to the side.

“let’s get you to bed.” he whispers, picking me up around my thighs and launching me onto his matress.

i squeal loudly, followed by a loud laugh.

“you have a lot of energy for somebody who’s been awake all night.” he grins, getting into bed beside me.

“wait! let me get back to my stories from the party-“ i start up again, chris rolls his eyes with a small smirk.

i tend to talk a LOT when i’m drunk, maybe even too much.

“okay so basically i was talking to uh- what’s her name? jen, i was talking to jen right and she’s just talking all this yap yap yap to me about her boyfriend being a bad boyfriend- and obviously i’m like single so i can’t relate to a word she’s saying but-“

i start, half of my words indistinguishable due to how slurred my speech is.

my mouth starts to move faster than my brain,

“so i told her, i was like- ‘babe i can’t relate’ and she was all like pissy at me! how crazy is that! she was like ‘not my fault that chris guy doesn’t want you’ that’s what she said!” i say with a small scoff,

chris nods, quite unsure of what i’m even saying.

“but- but i’m sure you want me chris.” i giggle,

“cause i really.. really want you and like i had a dream about you and it’s like apparently psychic shit if someone’s thinking about you they want you!” i exclaim,

“so if your thinking about me i’ll dream about you!” i finish,

“you really really want me?” chris says with a laugh,

i nod eagerly, completely unaware that i am talking too much, accidentally confessing.

“yeah- you’re so sexy! i wanted you for so loooong.” i giggle,

“funny joke sweetheart.” chris scoffs, pulling me to his side,

“it’s not even a joke anymore.” i laugh,

“want you ssooo bad, god i have for soo long chris” i say,

chris goes silent,

“you mean me? like you want me?” he says, sounding genuinely confused.

“yeah, i like you a lot!” i blurt out,

chris sits up to lock eyes with me,

“wait-“ i raise my voice, slamming a hand over my mouth as i realise what i’ve just said,

he looks down at me with raised eyebrows,

i shake my head as i keep the hand over my mouth, i bury my face into the pillow beside me,

“no- nonono- i wasn’t meant to say that!” i whine,

“shh,” chris says with a laugh, rubbing my shoulder.

“get some sleep sweetie, let’s talk in the morning, wake me up if you think you might vomit okay?” he says, laying down beside me.

i nod shakily, yawning.

i instantly pass out, my soft snores filling the room.

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(The next morning)

i stir awake, my head pounding.

the warm sun seeps through the cracks in the curtains, shining directly into my eyes.

“you’re awake!” chris smiles, rubbing my back.

i sit up in bed, wiping my face.

“god i’m so hungover- how did i even get here what the fuck..” i mumbles,

“you showed up at a very late time.” he grins,

“one in the morning!” he follows up.

“oh god i’m so sorry.” i say with a croaky laugh.

i flop back down on the pillows, rolling over to face chris.

“you told me a secret last night.” chris says with a smirk,

my eyes widen, “what- what did i say.”

“i don’t think you meant it cause you were verryy drunk, but let me just tell ‘ya what you said.” chris grins,

“okay- okay fuck.” i groan,

“you said something along the lines of ‘chris i want you so bad you’re so sexy and that you’ve liked me for ages.” chris giggles, poking my sides.

my face goes red, “no i didn’t.”

“yes you definitely did.” he grins,

“oh god- i’m- i’m sorry-!” i groan, burying my face into the pillow,

“did you mean it?” he asks softly,

i pause,

i could just tell him i was drunk and wasn’t thinking straight- no.

“i might’ve meant it.” i whisper, “i didn’t mean to say that though.”

“yeah? you think i’m soo awesome.” he grins cheekily.

“yes, i like you a lot chris.” i whisper,

“you’re cute, y’know that?” chris smirks,

“god i can’t believe i confessed to you- not even while i was sober!” i scoff,

“at least you did.” he smiles,

the room goes silent.

i stare into chris’s eyes, my heart thumping

he grabs my chin, his thumb grazing over my lower lip.

“cmere.” he whispers,

chris sits up against the headboard,

i sit up aswell, crawling onto his lap.

i sit comfortably on his lap, my hands shaking nervously.

“don’t be nervous.” he whispers, his voice deep and hoarse now.

he keeps a firm grip on my chin,

he leans in?

i pause for a second, “i think i have morning breath.” i whisper

“you’re all good.” he grins,

chris presses his lips gently against mine.

oh my god.

i instantly deepen the kiss, my hand moving up to his jaw.

he keeps a hand on my ass,

he lets out a small groan into my lips, causing me to subconsciously rock my hips against him.

he pulls away softly, “can’t get too carried away.” he mutters, completely out of breath.

“sorry.” i grin,

“that was an unexpected way to start the morning.” i whisper,

he nods with a smirk, looking at me in awe.

he keeps his eyes fixed on my lips,

“i think it cured my hangover though.” i smile,

“you’re so pretty.” chris mutters, his eyes roaming over my face.

“i think i should get drunk more often and confess random shit to you, it seems to have a good outcome everytime.”

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[lushlovers]

frat joe with drunken confessions definitely !!!!

Drunk Promises, J Burrow

summary; joe being absolutely gone and rambling about things he shouldn't.

warnings; swearing, kisses, mentions of drinking, drunken rambling

word count; 700 something

note; i'm so bored and tired but i can't sleep so i decided to fulfill this request while i have some downtime:)) also hey?? Its been like a million years, more frat joe coming soon;)!

The porch is spinning and Joe swears he sees three different door knobs after he's struggled with only you to help him drag his heavy limbs around. He attempts to reach for one of them but misses, swishing his hand around before he finds it to unlock and shove the door open. You mumble every swear that comes to mind when it slams into the rubber stopper on the wall, surely waking up everyone in the house and a few houses down, "Welcome to my humble abode, gorgeous," he smirks, stumbling into the wall, trying to play off the fact that he nearly fell over by leaning on it with arms crossed over his broad chest.

When your eyes meet him, his brows raise playfully. At this point it's taking everything out of you not to bust out laughing at his advancements, he's not one for compliments unless he's high as hell or drunk out of his mind, "I've been here more times than I can count, but thank you," you shake your head as you unstrapped your heels, leaving them to rest on the shoe rack.

After he'd struggled as much coming up the front steps, you're thanking God he chose the bedroom on the ground floor rather than up or downstairs. "To my bed then," he asks hopeful as all hell and you nod, taking his hands and leading him straight to his bed. He falls back onto it slowly scooting himself toward the headboard.

Quickly you bolt to the kitchen in search of hangover relief and some water before he gets any stupid ideas whilst left alone. Upon your return, you're greeted by a shirtless Joe who's struggling to get his jeans from around his ankles. Shaking your head for the thousandth time, you tug them off, discarding them in the hamper in the closet. "Eager for me?" You scoff at the ever-deepening of his voice and allow him to unzip your dress.

When his hands swiftly push the fabric from your shoulder, "Not tonight, Joey. Why don't you get some sleep" you step back and he continues attempting to pull you back into him. Joe watches intently as you find one of his LSU shirts folded atop his dresser, give it a smell test, and climb into bed beside him.

"Pathetic excuse for panties," he mumbles through hiccups, using his index finger to snap the elastic against the meat of your hip. You roll your eyes and as you inch away from him his arms wrap even tighter around you, keeping you plastered into him. He grinds his hard-on into the back of your thigh holding onto your hips moving you only where he sees fit.

"Sleep, Joseph," you murmur against his pillows but of course, he's relentless with his wet, sloppy neck kisses. This time you sit completely in bed, snatch the pillows from behind your head and throw them onto the floor. You fumble in the dark for the throw blankets at the foot of his bed, once you've found them you make your spot on the floor, but before you even put the pillows into position he's mumbling and hiccupping through protests.

"mmmm, baby noo, get up here with me. I sleep a bajillion times better with your body next to mine," when you meet his eyes they're glazed over, almost like he wants to cry but is fighting it with every fiber of his being. You're quite shocked, never has this man ever cried in your presence and for that to happen right here, right now, wouldn't shock you with the way he's been acting since his third drink. "And you're drunk, I don't want you to do or say something you'll regret, honey."

He's melting internally at your use of that sweet little nickname you love to use when he's been drinking, "I'll be quiet about all that, mama, I promise" You sigh, and give in as soon as a pout begins to show itself on his pretty, perfect face, picking up your stuff off the floor just as fast as you had put them down. Before you're even back into his bed, he's giggling and scooting over to leave much more space than you need to keep his promise.

[subskz]

So this is kind of my personal head canon,but what do you think about sleepy sex with Bang Chan?Since he works all day,he wouldn't have the energy to get intimate,so he leaves the reader to do what they want to him while he dozes off

yes!! i adore the idea of sleepy sex with channie both in the sense of helping him fall asleep and free use somnophilia <3

sometimes he comes home so desperate for you but too exhausted to do anything. he’s already extra cuddly when he’s drowsy but when he’s in that kind of headspace he needs you more than ever, there’s no chance of getting him off of you he clings to you like a koala ㅠㅠ the moment he rests his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent w a soft, sleepy mumble you know he needs you to take care of him until he drifts off. he’s complete putty in your hands, gazing up at you through half-lidded eyes as you ride him/cockwarm him or lazily jerk him off under the covers until the release of endorphins when he cums eases him right into sleep ♡ he might be out like a light even before he reaches his climax bc the gentle rhythm of pleasure is so soothing, it makes the haze in his mind take over immediately

he’ll collapse into bed after a long day and hold his arms out to cling to you, even when he’s worn out he still uses the last of his energy to nestle into you and press your bodies together. maybe he nudges his nose against yours w a quiet whine to ask you to kiss him as he rubs himself sleepily into your thigh. just cute, uncoordinated movements on pure instinct bc he needs you so bad but can barely stay awake enough to grind his hips properly. his eyes start to droop and eventually his lips stop moving, they just sta puckered uselessly against yours slipping out sweet sighs as his breathing gradually slows and he falls asleep. he never feels safer or more loved than when he drifts off in your arms <3

other times he lets you use him in his sleep bc channie is such a little giver who always wants to please you. even when he doesn’t have the energy for sex, he loves being of service to you and is more than willing to let you have your way with him, he might even be the one to bring it up. it helps that he tends to sleep shirtless most of the time too so you have easy access to his body without disturbing him too much~ he’ll pass out still half-hard for you, all you have to do is dip your hands into his boxers and use all the precum that’s leaked out of his dick to start stroking him to full hardness so you can use him however you want. he’s so vocal even in his sleep, he lets out so many tiny whimpers and moans inbetween his snores, and it’s so cute to hear the sound of his breathing go from that peaceful rise and fall to heavy panting the more you toy w him. he definitely wakes up a few times throughout, esp if you give him head bc he’s super sensitive to your tongue and he might even start bucking up weakly into your mouth in his sleep. he drifts in and out of consciousness, waking himself up with a weak hiccup or mewl of your name when smth feels especially good. he looks disoriented for a second, blinking up at you like he doesn’t even know where he is, but the moment he registers it’s you, a lopsided, dreamy smile forms on his face and he reaches out to hold your hands or grab on to you somehow, only for his grip to loosen once he starts to doze off again

some days he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom and you come home to find him just passed out on the couch, wearing that specific hoodie that lets you know anything goes (in his own words…“this body belongs to you” hehe) you can put a cockring on him to keep him hard as long as possible and ride him to your heart’s content, sweet baby would be so happy to wake up finding you in his lap using him for your own pleasure, he slurs out smth abt wanting to make you feel good then drops his head against your chest and falls right back asleep. you can also admire his body to the fullest when he’s asleep, running your hands along his muscles, toying with his nipples and pouty lips and dick, and kissing all over his skin without him shying away or trying to cover up for once 🥰 you can take your sweet time prepping him too if you want to peg him, pumping your fingers gently and methodically in and out of him for as long as you want before adding another, maybe even a third until he’s perfectly stretched out for you

he’d be the cutest sight when he wakes up w his messy curls and puffy face and droopy eyes ❤️‍🩹 he’d feel so relaxed and satisfied and maybe a lil sore, but he beams when you cover his face with kisses and coo over him for being a good boy who takes you so well even in his sleep

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toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[slaaverin]

Hey Slavv

you’re video edit was wonderful, thank you for sharing it with us

I just wondered what you thought about the episode as a whole? Did the baby conversation make you take pause? I hope they are able to stay together despite not being able to be parents in the future.

Ohh thank you so much 💜

This question is quite hard for me to answer properly.

First of all, I really loved it. I had a very peculiar and quite strong reaction to it. I'll try to put it in words the best I can.

I'll start with a simple thing: in my 7 years of being a jikooker, that is all I ever wanted to see from them.

Being relaxed, happy, joyous, authentic, confortable.

So this felt like some kind of apoteose. Everything came full circle. For them & for me.

When you think about it, nothing really happened in this episode, they were doing the most mundane things, but there was this vibe of the most comfort, the most warmth, the most quiet and simple love, that my heart was deeply touched by it and after it hit me I really had no words to describe the feeling I had. It's deep stuff lol

Somehow they always exceed my expectations. I'm not those people who say "I expect nothing so I won't get disappointed". No, I expect things. But not because I want them to do certain stuff, more because I feel I know them sufficiently, and some of their patterns, and I see them within the love umbrella, so it gets easier and easier to predict what they might do or not. How crazy this is that they check absolutely all the boxes everytime and confirm every theory? I'm trying to stay sane of mind over here but no they want me to be the most delulu lol

Of course the ambiance really helped the episode to feel dream-like. And we know how much Japan means to them. JK must have said 384737 times how much he loved it and how happy he was.

Nothing was hanging on their shoulders anymore, no burdens, and I think that's why they were able to enjoy it this much.

It's quite insane when you think about it how fluid this all was. Like nothing felt out of place, conversation flowed easily, they are on the same wavelength about everything, they spoke openly, they had fun and let their inner child play, everything felt SO EASY. Their dynamic is just perfect, no hiccups, it just fits, jives, it clicks.

Now I am wondering how the hell they are not already a human representation of the Cosmic couple because if there is supposed to be a next level to this relationship I can't even imagine what that would look like. How much better can it get? It's so full of love already. Anyway I digress

About the child talk, firstly I was expecting this talk in Sapporo indeed. It was obvious they would at least mention it. So when I saw the scene I was already prepared mentally.

It doesn't make me worry about jikook because I think that if at some point they will want a child, they'll get to have one. Jimin or Jungkook can firstly adopt as a single parent (a bill has been passed about this in Korea recently) and then raise the child together unofficially. Or they can use a surrogate mother from overseas or something. You know they are filthy rich so I think if they REALLY want to, they would find a way.

But JK isn't ready about it yet lmao leave this man alone for now 😂

When and if it is the right time for the both of them there will be solutions so I'm not worried. This moment was really cute 🥰

Who knows what the future holds for them. Many years before we would have never expected to see them even shirtless, we would have not believed we would see their dynamic up this close in a show like this.

Things can evolve quickly. Who knows how things will develop with BTS as well, for how long will they remain a group?

It's true they are getting old, in "idol age".

Who knows how the country will evolve too?

I trust Jimin&Jungkook to make decisions about their future that will benefit them and their relationship. Maybe it will involve a child, maybe not. But I personally don't think they would break up because of this. You can see how precious their relationship is for them.

But only time will tell if I'm right.

Anyway, I could go over all the scenes of this episode and talk about it for hours.

I know this was an ephemeral dream for them this trip, like a time capsule, a bubble of normalcy, where everything is and means suddenly more. There was nothing and everything they needed at the same time. Ahh, so beautiful 🥺

I wish their lives were all the time like this, but it is what it is, they had to come down from the cloud, and face their duty, then it will be their schedule, and things will go back to regular program.

But for now I don't mind losing myself in the dream with them, and float, and pretend everything is the way they want it to be.

"All for your happiness" Jimin said

If they are happy, I am happy.

Let's enjoy those next 2 eps, I think we're in for other surprises.

Thank you for your ask 💜

[linahopeeeee]

in one of your stays you ask for an idea to write because ya were bored so here I am with an idea that I was dying to read but I can't get it down on paper:

what do you think about waking up in bed with a bad hangover, and finding baku and deku Very much naked, realizing you're naked yourself remembering that the three of you fucked like rabbits in a lot of different positions last night after returning drunk from a party trown by the bakusquad?

(bonus if make bkdk fucking eachother too, not only the reader 😏😏)

"I cant think straight, my Head is fucking pounding and there is a unholy amount of cum driping down my ass, I need a fucking shower" -reader at some point

Notes: this ended up being longer than i thought it was going to be tbh, but anyways here you go! hopefully it doesn't suck.

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Your head is pounding, and why is it so damn bright? You sit up with a groan, your muscles screaming at you, eyes still closed to attempt to keep out the harsh sunlight.

The first thing you realize is the fact that you’re naked, but you don’t think much about that, sometimes you sleep naked at home, but then then the sound of someone snoring next to you has your eyes flying open.

Green is all you see. Why are you in bed with Izuku? You look to the other side of you and your eyes widen when you see a shirtless Katsuki. Hesitantly, you lift the blanket off of your body, eyes widening when you see all three of you are naked.

Memories of last night begin to come back.

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Katsuki and a couple other people threw a party last night, and there was alcohol, so, so much alcohol. you spent the night drinking, dancing and having a great time.

Speaking of dancing, your currently grinding against Katsuki, as the blonde grips your hips and dances with you, whispering words of filth in your ear.

Izuku stands off to the side as he watches you and Katsuki dance, alcohol has a way of forcing the dirtiest thoughts in that head of his, and seeing the way your ass is pressed against Kacchan’s dick has his own twitching in his pants.

It wasn’t until everyone else had gone home and it was just the three of you left that’s when the actual party started.

“l-lets play a g-game!” izuku hiccups excitedly from the floor, tugging your arm and forcing you to sit on his lap

“what kind of game?” you ask, subconsciously wiggling your hips to get into a more comfortable position, forcing Izuku to bite back a moan.

Izuku begins stroking his chin as if he’s deep in thought, in reality he’s been thinking about this for the past hour. He knew it had to be a game that was easy for him to cheat but also a game that everyone knew how to play. “how about uno, with a twist” he says grinning mischievously

“I love uno!” you exclaim “but what’s the twist?”

“every time you lose the game you have to take off an article of clothing.”

Your eyes widen for a second as thoughts of Katsuki and Izuku naked in front of you floods your brain. “only if Katsuki wants you play” you stutter, gaze flicking towards Katsuki who’s smirking at the two of you.

He says nothing as he stands and walks over to the cabinet where all his games are and grabs the uno from the shelf. You watch with cloudy eyes as he walks over to the two of you, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbling on it softly.

“she cant be sitting on your lap if we’re going to play” with that you scramble off of Izuku’s lap and crawl your way to sit on the floor between them, giving Izuku the perfect view of your ass.

Katsuki and Izuku share a knowing glance as Katsuki beings to pass out the cards.

Twenty minutes later and each of you have lost multiple pieces of clothes, you’re down to just your bra and panties, Izuku only has his boxers left and Katsuki still has on his shirt and boxers.

“how about for this last round we up the stakes? both of the losers have to take off everything?” Katsuki suggests, looking at both of you for your answer, smirking when both of you agree.

Izuku ends up winning and you and Katsuki are forced to strip down to nothing. Your arms instinctively come up to cover you from their eyes, but Katsuki stops you before then can.

“you don’t have to hide from us y/n” he says as he gently takes your wrist in his hands and move them back down to your side. You try to keep your eyes on his face but cant help but lower your gaze.

Your eyes widen as you take in his length, tongue poking out to lick your lips. “fuck” you mumble quietly, but they both heard you.

A chuckle rips through Katsuki “like what you see baby?” he questions, head cocked to the side. He expects for you to be shy, maybe attempt to hide your face like you usually do whenever he says something suggestive to you.

But to his surprise you don’t. “yes” you say boldly, eyes finally leaving his dick in order to look him directly in his eyes. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you that he wants this just as much as you do, so you waste no time pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to lay down as you straddle him, your lips on his instantly

The feeling on your bare pussy on his dick has him groaning into your mouth, your arousal coating him almost immediately.

Izuku watches as the two of you make out, hand palming himself over his underwear, before he makes his way over to you.

He fakes a pout “ah no fair! I want kisses too” he says, but to his surprise it isn’t you that grabs the back of his head and smashes your lips together, its Katsuki.

You watch the two of them with parted lips, hands moving towards your tits where you gently pinch your hardened nipples, moaning as pleasure courses through you. Katsuki moves on of your hands and begin pinching and tugging at one of your nipples.

A squeal falls from your lips and Izuku picks you up and begins walking you in the direction of the bedroom, Katsuki close on his heels. Izuku gently tosses you on the bed and crawls between your legs.

He licks a strip from your slit up to your clit, moaning as your arousal coats his tongue, before sucking your puffy clit into his mouth.

“fuck zu!” you whine, eyeing Katsuki as he walks past the bed and over towards the nightstand, grabbing something you cant see before walking behind Izuku. He pulls Izuku’s boxers down and applies a generous amount of lube to his fingers, rubbing it around Izuku’s rim, causing him to moan against your clit, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Katsuki spends the next few minutes working Izuku open and Izuku continues his assault on your pussy, at some point he added his fingers and has been thrusting them deep inside your walls, curling them every so often, smiling against you as you gasp when they graze that spot that has you seeing stars.

You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach. but it isn’t until Katsuki pushes the tip of his dick inside Izuku’s tight rim and he moans against you that you finally tip over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a loud whine.

That’s how the rest of the night is spent, with Katsuki and Izuku pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until your sobbing into the sheets, forcing their loads into you and each other until everyone’s too exhausted to keep going.

~~~~~~

Your hand begins to shake Izuku awake, brain remembering the every little detail of the eventful night you all shared last night.

“what! Whats wrong?” Izuku asks, quickly sitting up. He looks around the room for any signs of danger, a look of confusion takes over his features when he doesn’t see any danger.

“what wrong is I can’t think straight, my Head is fucking pounding and there is a unholy amount of cum dripping down my ass, I need a fucking shower" with that you climb around Izuku and walk towards the bathroom, both of them following.

“we’re just trying to save water” Katsuki says with a smirk, you have a feeling this is going to be a long shower.

[beautifulqueerexistence]

SURGICAL DISCUSSION, TOP SURGERY UPDATE (TW: Medical complications, medical discussions, surgery, medical transition)

Holy crap I completely forgot to keep updating about my top surgery! I’m 4 weeks post op on Wednesday!

So so much has happened since my last post, so buckle in:

I had a hematoma form on my left side the day after my surgery. For a while, it was swollen to the size of a b-cup, bruised beyond belief, and increasingly sore. The drain has been in for OVER three weeks now, diligently doing its job of flushing out any fluid left from the hematoma breaking down.

I met with my surgeon last Wednesday, and she flushed the drain with saline to help those last bits break apart. I’m finally under the threshold of fluid volume she wanted in order to remove the drain without risking infection. My drain site is STINGING and has been leaking bits of blood here and there, but is mostly just irritated from trying to push out the foreign object in my chest. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon to FINALLY be rid of this stupid thing.

My first shower was INCREDIBLE, it felt so so good to be able to scrub down and smell like anything that wasn’t hospital.

My bolsters came off at a week post op, and at my last follow up, my surgeon mentioned that they look fantastic! They took so so well, and I’m incredibly fortunate to have such amazing results. They’re still settling, of course, but now that the swelling is down, I have a much better idea of where they’ll sit in the long term.

The medical care routine is a bit exhausting, having to keep up with stripping the drain tube, measuring the fluid, all the bandage changes (thankfully it’s just a nonstick pad over my nipples to prevent rubbing on my binder, and some gauze to pad up my drain site), aquaphor on the graphs, fighting with the binder to get it to compress just right…

The binder is simultaneously my best friend and mortal enemy. It feels so so nice having compression on my sore chest, but MAN can it dig ANY deeper into my armpits?? No amount of padding, shirts underneath, menstrual pads folded over the top are completely helping, but it’s something. I’m personally choosing to wear it for another week or two beyond my surgeon’s clearance to switch to just nights to help with the bit of swelling in my left side still. I spoke to my surgeon about this, and she said that the clearance is meant to give me the okay for when I feel ready, but it isn’t immediately necessary.

All in all…

I’d do this all over again, in every lifetime.

The freedom from this procedure has been incredible, even with the complication, annoyances, and hiccups. I feel so at home in my chest, and it sincerely feels like I’ve always been this way. The scars are such a treasured part of my body, now, and my poor camera roll is rapidly bloating up with shirtless selfies.

[queercoshon]

Even though this is over a month late, I hope you enjoy. I'm thinking there will be one more part to come, and then I'll post the whole thing on Deviantart.

Christmas Day

The crust on your eyes makes it hard to crack them open, taunted awake by the sunlight through the curtains. Your mouth is dry as shit, it feels like your tongue is made of sand paper. The world is just an assault of light, but you manage to grab the water bottle and haphazardly drain it. It's not enough, so you somehow get your hands on another drink and crack it open. The malty taste of ale almost makes you gag, but your desire for liquid and an instant inebriation kick in and you drink deeply. A few burps hiccup their way up.

You slowly come awake and try to take stock of your body. You thought you'd be hungover, but you're still drunk. Pins and needles shoot down your back, and your back aches from passing out semi-sitting up on the couch. Gurgles burble up from your belly, working away at yesterday's onslaught of food and freshly drained beer. Working at turning all of that into fat on your rapidly growing frame. The skin over your gut still itches, and you can feel the indents of new stretchmarks forming as you grope and rub your belly.

Christmas day means most places won't be open, which means you'll have to prepare your own breakfast (it's really closer to lunch time). That means you'll have to get up. You rock to get momentum, but still fall back on your ass the first few times you try. Too fat? Too stuffed? Too drunk? You decide.

You finally make it to your feet and manage to not topple forward, but the room is spinning. Every step is a monumental task. You're trying to go forward, but sometimes you go sideways, or backward. A few times, you almost go down.

It takes you half an hour to stumble to the bathroom, freshen up just a bit, and stumble to the kitchen. By now you're exhausted and just want to sit, but you know it will be even harder to get up after. This is why you need a feeder. Or at least a wheelie stool for the kitchen.

You always struggle opening the tubes of cinnamon bun dough when sober, but now you look like a spectacle trying to get into it. Eventually you get it open and onto a pan. The buns are not even sizes, but really it's impressive you've made it this far. You set your oven to turn off when the timer goes off, you absolutely do not trust yourself to turn it off manually now.

You waddle over to the fridge to grab bacon and a drink, when suddenly a realisation sends all the blood to your crotch. You're so stuffed and bloated that your belly hang isn't slapping against your thighs as you stumble around, more like bouncing off of them. And you can feel everything jostle and gurgle with every step. A moan escapes, but you can't get distracted yet, there's still more work to do.

You get the bacon frying, but regret your decision to cook shirtless. You take a step back to stop the bacon grease from splattering all over your bare belly.

Your drink of choice is cider; it's basically fruit juice, right? You drink steadily as you cook and pretend to tidy up. You got the lasagne pan in the sink to soak, and threw out the wrappers you could reach without bending over; you were worried you would either topple over or your stomach would explode with the extra pressure. By the time the bacon is done, a bottle is gone and hiccups are making your boozy belly bounce. You have to lean heavily against the counter, there's no way you could stand freely now. You're swaying as it is, you would be going down without support.

When the cinnamon rolls come out, your mouth waters at the scent, but you have to wait for them to set and cool at least a little, so you occupy yourself with lighting up a preroll. By now you're exhausted after all your activity and need to sit, so you plunk down in a kitchen chair. You hear a crack come from somewhere underneath you, but you don't crash to the ground so you can just ignore that for now.

You mindlessly huff back the joint, the distinct scent of marijuana mingling with the sweet spices of the cinnamon rolls. Your body starts to feel light and floaty, and waves of euphoria are starting to wash up. Everything is so tingly. You hope you're not too fucked up to get up again, you will need to get your food and another drink or five before waddling back to the couch.

Incredibly, you manage to get up first try, but you do stumble a few steps one way, then a few steps the other way, then a few steps back again. You think it'll only take one more drink before you have to crawl.

Icing the cinnamon rolls goes well, but it takes an immense amount of concentration to transfer all of them to a serving tray. The spatula just won't cooperate! It doesn't help that everything is swaying, and your bloated gut is completely in the way, but you eventually succeed.

It takes you three trips to get everything back to the living room; one for the cinnamon rolls, one for the bacon, and one for the rest of the bottles of cider. Partially because you don't want to risk dropping anything and you can only focus on keeping one thing upright, partially because you need a free arm to help you navigate the shifting halls, and partially because it's hot as fuck. You let yourself stumble a little bit more on your empty-handed trips back to the kitchen, and you almost go down a few times. A few steps forward, a few steps back. Too many steps to the side and your fat body bounces into the wall, sending ripples over your skin and dislodging several burps. It's amazing you haven't put a dent in the wall yet. If you keep acting like a fat drunk fuck like this though, it's only a matter of time.

Your excursion is finally finished after you grab a bottle of water and plunk down on the abused sofa. Another structural piece inside snaps, but you don't go tumbling. You'll have to be very careful lowering your body onto the seat next time.

You put on a playlist of Christmas movies; you plan on being too fucked up to operate the remote within the hour, and carrying that on well into the night. It's already a pretty big struggle.

Finally situated, you look down. Make no mistake, you're still engorged from the past two days of debauchery; your bloated belly resting heavily on your thighs, new intensely red stretch marks shoot across your skin. If it weren't for that last joint, you would maybe feel just how gravid and achy your belly is. But you're so high, and all you want is more, so you dig in.

Cinnamon buns are one of your biggest weaknesses. Gorging on the rolls is how you started packing on weight. You could usually put away half a pan without thinking nowadays, but not after gorging like you have been. Hopefully the weed and booze keep you dumb and hungry enough to push through. Speaking of which, you open another cider and gulp it down, a little bit dribbling down your cheek.

Everything is so mindless. Your sticky fingers bringing bite after bite to your mouth, chugging down ciders that force belches out of your round gut and forces all thoughts out of your head. All thoughts except 'consume.'

It gets to a point where you can't sit forward to get another drink. You finish yet another can of cider but need more to quench your thirst. Through your blurred vision you can see where you need to grab to get another, but it seems your bigger challenge is getting there. To start, your gut is bulbous, rounding out in front of you and hanging between your thighs. You don't have room to lean forward or backward to build up momentum to get your burdened body there. And of course you're drunk as a skunk and can only hold your arm out like that for more than a few seconds. You can barely keep your head up to look where you need to reach. Your chin and hand keep flopping down. But you're thirsty! You can't give up. So you keep trying, sluggishly shifting your mass forward, falling back when the booze takes over your balance and when your belly sends a warning ache from too much movement, and then trying all over again. You don't go a minute without burping, not that you notice.

You finally get your hand on the plastic rings around the ciders and pull the two left of that pack back to you. You want to crack one open and chug victoriously, but first you need to catch your breath. That was a lot of exercise for someone in your situation. You can feel the contents in your gut still sloshing around, and you burp between panting and moaning. You're such a fat fuck. All you did was reach forward to get a drink, and you're winded as if you'd just run 5k.

Any blood left in your brain rushes to your crotch, a new hunger setting in. You tilt your head back and down half a can, keeping your other hand on top of your gut to feel it swell with every gulp. It's starting to feel pretty solid under all the flab, and you'll need a nap to digest soon, but all you need right now is more.

You keep forcing cinnamon buns, bacon, and booze into your slackjaw mouth, moans ramping up as your body goes into overload, trying to process everything you've forced inside. If you weren't blind drunk and completely zooted, you would be able to see your stretch marks go from purple to angry red during this meal, and notice new zigzags shooting across your skin with every forced bite. All of your organs feel inflamed and abused, squishing against each other, a situation you just continue to make worse as you start another cider.

Your head gets too heavy to hold up with just half a cinnamon bun left to go. It's still in your hand, but your chin keeps dropping before you can bring it to your mouth. Your eyelids droop, keeping them open makes everything spin violently. Your diaphragm quivers, threatening hiccups, which would almost certainly end in disaster. All you can do is sit there, completely incapacitated, and wait for your body to buffer and catch up. You're packed so tight that you can feel every desperate gurgle your belly makes radiate through your body and sending heat to your crotch.

But you're just stuck here, your brain not processing anything. Conciousness starts to slip from you, being pulled away by severe intoxication and your body only having the resources to barely try to process all or the food you've forced in. All of your energy needs to go towards digesting. Your mouth can barely open to let out burps, and you don't even think to close it after. You don't think at all. Completely brain dead, glutted to the point of passing out with food still in your hand.

[teyums]

could you do a ‘being worried when the other comes home late’ modern au with ao’nung, please? i love worried ao’nung 🥺

nooo i love worried ao’nung, so underrated bc i feel like nobody writes it! i def see him as snarky, but i don’t think he’s just super mean all the time 😭 here ya go anon <3 wc: 1,652

Modern Au Prompt #3 w/Ao’nung

pairing: human!Ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings: none

A hiccup rumbles your chest as you carefully pace your way to the door of your apartment, drunkenly giggling at yourself when you realize just how long its taken you to make it down the hallway without tripping over your own two feet.

The fuzzy, pink puffball you have on your keychain keeps getting in the way as you shuffle your keys to try and find the right one, and you quietly groan in annoyance because all you want to do is get inside, and you really have to pee. Your vision is slightly hazy, and though your acrylic nails aren’t that long, they are definitely not helping considering your motor skills are already slightly inhibited by the shots in your system.

“Gym, no… Pool, no… Campus, Mom’s house, oh come on!” You sigh, grabbing onto everything but what you need. “Oh, yes! Finally,” Your eyes flutter in relief once you finally get your hands on your house key, your purse slipping from your shoulder to your forearm as you angle yourself to stick it in the doorknob.

And just as you’re about to turn the key, it turns for you, and with a tilt of your head you watch as the door swings open to reveal none other than Ao’nung, your roommate, in the doorway.

His curls are messy, majority of them pulled back into a ponytail, but the rest are tousled and indicative of his bedhead as they frame his face, soft and delicate to balance his hardened features while sharp, seafoam eyes peer down at the slight sway of your small frame in the hallway.

“Jesus, Y/n, it’s almost 2am in the morning. Where have you been?”

His voice is rough and to anyone else it’d seem like he was reprimanding you, but you know that’s just how Ao’nung sounds when he talks so you wave him off with a floppy, dismissive hand. He’s obviously worried about you, and that’s clear in the way his eyes leak with concern.

Though you didn’t notice, because he’s shirtless as he stands off to the side in front of you with a hand on his hip like a displeased father, and that only directs your gaze to the sweatpants that hang low on his waist. Your eyes trail down his chiseled torso and stop at his prominent v-line before he’s rolling his eyes and tugging you inside, because all you can do is stand there and look dumb. And while he did think you looked cute while doing it, that wasn’t the point.

“Get in the house, dummy.”

With a quiet yelp you shuffle your way in and hope your feet can keep up the speed. He closes the door behind you, turning back around with a solicitous look on his face.

“How did you get home? Did someone drive you? You’re drunk.” He states, and you bring your hand to and away from your head in a ‘duh’ motion.

“No shit sherlock, I couldn’t tell,” You snicker, because right about now, everything is funny, down to the slight slur of your words and the way his lips purse at your untimely sense of humor. You bend over and nearly fall forwards while you slip your heels off your feet, and his hands are already out just in case he needs to catch you. He watches as you bring your wobbly body back up and brush the hair from your face, the whole act clearly taking a lot more effort due to your tipsy state seeing as you’re nearly out of breath.

“My friends wanted to stay, I didn’t, so I took an uber.” You shrug, sticking the tip of your tongue out and plucking one of those small white fibers that float in the air from it. It’s apparent that you’re pretty much past the conversation, not marking it as a big deal but his eyes almost blow from his skull at your response.

“You took an uber? Alone? In that little ass thing?” He huffs out in exasperation and a hand gestures down at the tiny, tight black fabric clinging to your skin that you have the nerve to call a dress. It stops just above your upper thighs and hugs you in all the right places, which was exactly your intention. You look down like you don’t know what you’re wearing, and he frustratedly drags a hand down his face when he glances away because somehow, you’re even more clueless than usual.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to get you!”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine. Your hand going to cradle your pounding head as your bottom lip pokes out into a subtle pout. “I didn’t wanna wake you up…”

“I’m not-“ His agitation falters at the look you give him and he exhales, quickly nodding his head because he knows better to upset a girl when she’s drunk. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a show of your tear-filled dramatics, which happened quite often, might he add. Ever since the day he’d rushed out of his room at the sound of you crying in the kitchen, all to find out it was literally over spilt milk because you’d accidentally dropped your last bowl of Lucky Charms on the floor, your unofficial nickname had become ‘crybaby’.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He reaches forward and takes your bag and keys from your hands to set them on the kitchen counter across from you. “Just, please, call me next time. They’re a bunch of weirdos out there and I don’t want you getting into any trouble. I won’t be mad if you wake me up, I do it for my sister all the time.”

You listen as closely as you can to the actual words that are coming from his mouth, urging yourself not to take it in the way you know you will, but for some reason you can’t shake the thought that barges into your head. And it’s like he can see it on your face when your chin lifts slightly, lips slowly pulling into an undeniable smirk and your eyes narrow at him, because rarely is Ao’nung ever helpful, let alone worried about you. Your expression is one he knows all too well, and he sighs as his head falls to the side, your smile only growing wider and he knows where this is going.

“Don’t-“

It’s too late, the thought’s already built a cozy home in your mind and you’re letting it stay there.

“You care about me!” You drawl, arms extending outwards as you make your way towards him.

“No, not really.” His response is immediate, a brow raising as you approach him. With one brisk once over his eyes cast on you, he knows it’s not a good idea and he holds a finger out in front of him, cheek turned towards you in warning. “Uh uh, do not-“

You wrap your arms around his torso despite his resistance and his body tenses when you give it a tight squeeze, attempting to swing the both of you back and forth. It doesn’t work, obviously, because he’s larger than you and basically unmovable.

“You’re sweet when you’re worried, Ao’nung.” You hum.

He keeps his hands hovered over your back, fingers not even close to ghosting over your body, like you have some terrifyingly contagious sickness that he’s deadly afraid of contracting. He’s desperately trying to think of anything but the heat of your chest pressed flush against his upper abdomen, your head tucked under his chin and a sharp, involuntary inhale through his nose is enough to tell him that he and his dignity would really appreciate it if you’d allow his brain to operate normally. So, he does what he does best: deflects the accusation with such vehemence as if he’s trying to outsmart a heat-seeking missile.

“Please let go. You reek of desperate partygoers and tequila. I hate tequila.” He grumbles, dramatically covering his nose with a hand. “I also think a shower wouldn’t hurt.” There’s a smirk playing on his lips that you can’t see and he knows he’s only teasing you, as it just so happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. You smell wonderful, like you always do, but he’d never tell you that.

You abruptly shove him away with a scoff and he can’t help but laugh at the look on your face, the way your jaw drops in astonishment and your eye twitches. You can’t even sputter out a response, all you can do is narrow your eyes at him before you spin on your heels to stalk off. It was a bad idea seeing as you’re already dizzy, but you quickly regain your balance and continue.

“You sure you can find your way there, sweetheart?”

“Oh, and wouldn’t you just love to help me. I can feel you looking at my ass!” You shout from down the hall, middle finger raised behind you.

Jaw falling slightly slack, his eyes instantly snap up from where he didn’t even realize they were resting. He pulls the inside of his cheek between his teeth, face growing hot as he curtly nods to himself.

“Yup, I’m going to bed.”

____

Once Ao’nung heard the shower shut off after about twenty minutes, he deemed it safe to close his eyes and sleep; the fear of you passed out because you’d somehow slipped and hit your head on the tub long gone from his mind.

He’s laid on his side with an arm folded under his head, basically asleep when you carefully crack his door open, a big t-shirt and loose shorts on your body as you slip through the opening. You move at a snail’s pace and go to shut it, but the door creaks, and with an eye pinched to a close your face screws into a wince, shoulders tensing as you freeze in your tracks.

You reluctantly peek over at the lump in the dark that‘s his figure, but the sound didn’t wake him up, his eyes remain closed and you let out a small breath at that. Tiptoeing your way to the unoccupied side of the bed, you nearly trip over a sweatshirt on the floor but swiftly catch yourself with a crabbed huff, kicking it under the bed.

You peel his blankets back with just your pointer finger and your thumb, trying to cause as little commotion possible as you carefully sit down on the mattress. A silent prayer to somehow become weightless recites in your mind, head swishing over your shoulders when you glance at his back every now and then in hopes of catching any sign of him stirring.

You’re sure you’re in the clear, but just as you go to swing your legs over, your ear picks up on the sound of a grunt from behind you. Teeth catch your lip, eyes shutting as you steel yourself for confrontation and mouth a mute curse to the air. You should’ve known your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed. Ao’nung is a relatively light sleeper, and contrary to what he’d told you earlier, you’re no stranger to the fact that he doesn’t like to be disturbed. But you’d assumed that because he stayed up to wait for you to come home, that he would be knocked out already and this would be easier to explain in the morning.

But he was up the moment he felt the bed dip, sleep immediately leaving him once he’d turned his head and saw you sitting on his mattress. Certain he’s hallucinating or this is a dream that feels a little too real, Ao’nung rapidly blinks the mist from his vision and you can feel the searing gaze boring into the back of your head, even more so when you continue to lay down as if what you’re doing is completely normal.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice is groggy, irritated in the way his tone nips at your ears.

“Uh… Going to bed.” You mumble, hesitantly pulling the sheets over your shoulder.

He’s propped on his elbow now, his loose, untamed hair dusting his shoulders as his face crinkles incredulously at the gall of your answer.

“Have you lost your mind? Or are you that drunk where you’ve forgotten where your own room is?”

You wish the mattress would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I threw up on my bed.” With your back still turned to him, your voice is small when you answer.

It’s silent for a few seconds, the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your face and with baited breath you roll your lips between your teeth as you anxiously wait on a response.

“I’m too tired for this shit.” He mutters beneath his breath, quiet enough so you won’t hear.

His body falls back to the bed and your lungs fill with much needed air, his back facing you once again. His bed is much more comfortable than yours as you snuggle up against his pillow, and the sheets tug in his direction when he pulls them over his body, his way of silently telling you not to get used to it.

“If I feel so much as one cold toe touch my leg, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Likes + Comments + Reblogs are much appreciated! 💗

@eitaababe ever since you made Ao’nung call us sweetheart in ‘somebody else’ it’s been canon to me

©teyums 2023

[arlemangel7]

Guzmaxblackfem!reader

CW: established relationship, drinking, nausea fluff, lovely dovey stuff,

You stealing his glasses

You were running out of the house to go out with a few friends he was laying on the couch *mwah* "bye babe, be back later" you say kissing him heading towards the door "later cin(cause he calls you cinnamon apple) stay safe" he yells behind him as you walk out the door grabbing your purse keys and throwing something in your purse leaving.

WHEN YOU COME BACK.

You're drunk, you're infact drunk as shit. Stumbling back into the house. Throwing your purse and keys haphazardly on the table near the door screaming "heyyyyyyy *hiccup* baby I'm HOoooooOoommeee." He hears this and you stumbling over your shoes and is up jogging towards you to save you from yourself "woah, careful Hon don't want you breakin somethin, up you go." He says scooping you up into his arms with hardly any effort carrying you deeper into the house.

once on the couch he starts taking off your shoes when he notices something fall on his neck. Reaching back to find his yellow glasses, you giggle "hey what are you doing with these?" He says with a smirk "ummmmm. I dont*hiccup* know how they got there *hiccup* I promises." You respond feeling the weight of your head as you start to fall back on the arm of the couch but he catches your head so you don't wake up with an EVEN BIGGER headache. He lays your head down on the arm and takes your shoes off. "Well, how much did you drink anyway?" He questioned but after some silence he looks up to find you sleeping, so he tables the light hearted grilling to put you both to bed...for able four hrs before he hears you run to the bathroom to empty your stomachs contents as an offering to the porcelain gods, of course he gets up to check on you, hold your hair and get you the necessary supplies.

The following morning you wake to him making breakfast shirtless with the glasses on the counter. He notices you in the room. Gives you a cup of coffee along with a kiss on the temple and just says "you know you can wear my stuff if you just ask" he says with a chuckle. You just quietly response with a pained "noted, I love you" he response "I love you too, cin." Plating the slice of French toast before asking over his shoulder"so eggs scrambled or sunny"

Just felt like some slice of life fluff stuff

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

My asks are open if you have any ideas

Signing off your now 💋💋 take care of yourselves

[brandstifter-sys]

Don't Drop Mr. Fuzzy

Word Count: 2405 (Ao3)

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Mr. Fuzzy

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, fear of abandonment, death mention, violence mention, s/h mention, post-break up reconciliation

After the gift exchange, Virgil couldn't stop thinking about Remus, about the slip in his bubbly facade. So naturally he went running to the Duke, and not a moment too soon. Remus needed some affection.

---

The gift exchange wasn't as much of a disaster as he thought. Sure he had a hiccup with his giftee doubting him, but Roman bitch slapped Janus. Patton was thrilled with his gift, but then there was his own present. 

Virgil sat on his bed and stared at Mr. Fuzzy. He could admit it was cute, for something Remus made, and if he had no idea what it was made of he could be grateful for it. In private. Who really kept gifts from their ex?

“Maybe if I sanitize you, you won't be as gross,” Virgil said and turned it in his covered hands. He had yet to set it down, partly because he didn't want to contaminate his room, and partly because he felt guilty for dropping it after Remus' little outburst. 

“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped!” 

The way Remus said that punched him in the amygdala. The layered voice, that rigid posture, those wide eyes—to an outsider it was uncanny, unsettling, but not to those who knew him. Virgil knew him all too well.

“Alright,” Virgil sighed and got up, headed for his desk. He conjured a small tub of warm water and that blue barber shop comb cleaner and set Mr. Fuzzy inside. 

“I'll be back in ten, so just chill,” he said and stepped into the closet. There was no way he was wearing a sweater for the rest of the night! Maybe he could just go shirtless and play video games until bedtime, it was less work. But he still had to handle Mr. Fuzzy and hide it in the back of the closet somewhere. 

That idea made his stomach churn. He was so tired of hiding things just so they could come out in the open again. And Remus' words were echoing in his skull again. 

Mr. Fuzzy didn't like being dropped. Abandoned. Neither did Remus. And Virgil absolutely dropped and abandoned him. Virgil abandoned him and yet he still made him a gift with his own hands, a cute little blob that really fit his aesthetic. 

He couldn't ignore the dread filling him as he peeled off his sweater. Remus used that voice. It was the same as the one Virgil used when he was on the verge of a panic attack. It was a cry for help.

He knew Remus had his moments when his thoughts drove him crazy, when he legitimately feared that they would become reality. He knew how horrible the duke felt despite his smile and impishness. 

Why didn't he recognize it at the gift exchange? Was it his own anxiety about being stuck with Janus and Remus? Was it Janus' obvious discomfort with the situation, the discomfort that led him to drinking all that wine? It should have hit him much sooner than it did. 

And as he finished getting into his pajamas, Virgil realized that he couldn't just sit by. He still cared about Remus, more than he should.

He grabbed Mr. Fuzzy, willed it dry, and sank out. 

---

Remus wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom. He didn't trust himself to sink out and appear in his own room, not when his mind was screaming at him. Now that Janus was in bed and cozy, and the party was over, he didn't have any distractions.

He just wanted to have fun in the chaos a drunk Janus brought to the “family gathering” and maybe give and get presents outside of the secret Santa. But all he got was a throw away, thoughtless gift (he loved it but it felt impersonal and did not help his thoughts) and a shock from his brother slapping his bestie. In hindsight it was exactly the kind of response to the building tension he enjoyed, but at that moment it was gnawing at his brain.

Janus dying from a snapped neck, leaving him.

Roman stabbing him through the gut, blood splattering up to his mustache.

Worst of all, Virgil hated the gift he made for him. Yes, he scoured his shower drain for it—it’s called recycling! But he made sure to clean the hair if only so the glue would stick! It was cute and creepy! Just like Virgil! 

Virgil pushing him off a cliff into the void. 

Silence. Darkness. Solitude. Only his thoughts telling him how he could die

Remus didn't realize he was digging his thumbnail into his fingers, going from pointer to pinky and back, until he reached his door. He could smell the blood on his hands. He was ready to scream and cry. Maybe he could cuddle with his favorite teddy and hide under the covers—

Suffocating. Blood vessels in his wide eyes breaking. His face turning red.

—curl up on top of the covers. 

But his heart shattered when he opened the door. He couldn't even hold up his deranged smile. He had everything organized perfectly, clean, and nothing should have been out of place, but the unexpected hairball on his desk was staring at him. Mr. Fuzzy was back. Virgil didn't even want to keep it in his closet! 

Tears welled in his eyes as he staggered towards the desk, not bothering to look at the rest of his room. Virgil actually hated him! He really was gone— 

“Hey,” Virgil said softly. Remus whipped around and spotted his favorite edgelord perched on his bed. He was chewing his bottom lip and avoiding his eyes, but was he really there? 

Remus timidly reached out and brushed Virgil’s arm with his bleeding fingers. He was not hallucinating. 

“Can we talk?” Virgil asked and gently grabbed his hand. Remus nodded dumbly and sat down next to him. 

“What did you want to talk about?” 

“Are you doing alright? You kinda slipped back there,” Virgil said and scooted closer. He conjured some bandages and tended to his wounds. 

“No. I miss you. I put so much time and effort into your gift and you don't like it, you even dropped it!” Remus pouted. He didn't have to plaster a smile on his face or pretend he wasn't hurting now. He couldn't hide his fingers so why hide anything else?

“I hate you” Virgil glaring at him with so much disdain.

“I was startled when you said you got the supplies from JoAnn Fabrics,” Virgil admitted, “I was expecting a catch, you never make something simple. And I never know what you have in store. I thought it might bite.” 

“But you still don't like it. You were so unimpressed and unhappy. You said it was going to the back of your closet never to be seen again,” Remus shuddered as Virgil let go of his bandaged hands. 

Virgil shoving him in the back of his closet and forgetting him.

“I was in a really bad mood,” Virgil said and wrapped an arm around him, “You know how much I hate social situations like that, especially with Janus running his mouth. I'm not shoving Mr. Fuzzy in my closet. I like it. It's actually pretty cute.” 

Remus leaned into him and closed his eyes, not trying to fight the tears. This was too much and not enough. 

“Do you hate me now?” he finally asked and glanced at Virgil. He hated how sad those eyes were, how dark his eyeshadow was.

He hates you. He wants you to disappear 

“No, I don't hate you,” Virgil said and pulled him closer, “I don't have a lot of patience, and I get angrier than I used to. But I don't hate you.” 

He'll pretend you don't exist

You'll wither to a skeleton when Janus leaves like he did

Remus shivered and scooted onto his lap. He clung to Virgil’s shirt and sobbed. Why wouldn't his brain just stop? Virgil was telling the truth! Virgil went looking for him! Virgil was worried about him!

“It's okay, Remus, I got you,” Virgil said and hugged him, “Your bad thoughts aren't real.” 

“I don't want to be abandoned!” Remus sobbed and buried his face in Virgil’s shoulder, “I don't need anyone to like me! I just don't want to be alone! That's all I can think about!” 

“After all these images of pain have cut right through you, I will kiss every scar and weep, you are not alone,” Virgil muttered and gently rocked him. 

Remus tightened his grip and shook as a new wave of sobs wracked him. Virgil couldn't even see the claw marks on his arms, old crescent shaped scars from moments like these. 

He'll see them and run from a lost cause.

“Do you want me to stay overnight?” Virgil asked and kissed his head. Remus didn't answer him. He was too busy crying his heart out. 

Virgil hated seeing him like this. He knew Remus absolutely sobbed just as hard when he ended their relationship years ago. He knew that Remus unintentionally hurt himself when he was distressed. He knew that the duke needed someone to tell him he would be okay.

“Can you stay tonight?” Remus muttered once he calmed down, “I can sleep on the floor, just as long as you're here.” 

“I'll stay,” Virgil responded and stroked his hair. It was still as soft as ever, “And you don't have to sleep on the floor.” 

“But I get clingy and I might do something that makes you mad,” Remus pouted, “It's bad enough I want you back. I don't want you to leave me as a friend too.” 

“After all the hell I put you through,” Virgil sighed, “you shouldn't want me back. I don't deserve a second chance.” 

“Do you want one anyway?” Remus sniffled and dried his eyes. Virgil hugged him tighter and sighed. 

“Yeah. I want that.” 

“Did you want to get a clean shirt?” Remus asked and stared at the mess he made. He usually didn't mind snot but it stayed out of his bed. His bedroom was clean to fight his intrusive thoughts, his workshop was a hot stinky mess where he could go wild. That was one boundary he refused to cross. 

“I don't mind going shirtless, but yeah I'm not wearing this to sleep.” 

“You'd go shirtless in bed with me?” Remus gawked. 

“If it's cool with you, yeah,” Virgil shrugged and averted his eyes, “but if you aren't I can get a clean shirt. But I would have to leave for a couple minutes.” 

“I have your old A Day to Remember shirt if you want to wear that,” Remus muttered and scooted away from him. 

“You kept that?” 

“Yeah. It smells like you and it's comfy.” 

“Let's get you out of that sweater and in something more comfortable,” Virgil said and got up. He helped Remus to his feet and peeled that stupid Christmas sweater off. 

Remus shuddered as his bare skin met the air. It was soothing, no longer having any fabric smothering him. 

Virgil snickered and tossed the sweater in the hamper at the foot of the bed. 

“You might want to rename—” he said Mr. Fuzzy's eldritch name, “—at least in English.” 

“Why?” Remus pouted. He was startled when Virgil ran his hands over his chest. It was a gentle touch, with no hidden meaning. 

“Pretty sure you're the real Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil teased, “You're still as soft and fluffy as ever.” 

“Your shirt is in the dresser in the second drawer, no cuddles until you're not a snot boy,” Remus grumbled and averted his gaze. He was feeling too many things at once and he did not need to add mushy to that list. 

“Who's fault is that?” Virgil scoffed playfully and shed his hoodie. He didn't wait for Remus to respond before going to the dresser and grabbing his old shirt. 

“Yours. You let me use you as a tissue,” Remus jeered without much enthusiasm and got out of his pants. At least he was throwing quips and stripping like he normally did. 

“You got me there,” Virgil said and changed shirts. He tossed the snotty one in the hamper and crept up behind Remus. The duke wasn't entirely present. 

Remus yelped as Virgil grabbed him from behind and dragged him onto the bed. He squirmed and tried to escape, but Virgil's hold was too strong. 

“You're cute when you try to fight me,” Virgil chuckled softly and kissed his cheek. 

Virgil letting go of him. Letting him fall— 

Remus flipped over and clung to him. 

“Stay,” he grumbled and squeezed Virgil as tightly as possible. 

“I'm staying. I'll only leave to use the bathroom,” Virgil said softly and rubbed his back. Remus stayed quiet, shivering from the touch. So he was starved for affection and Janus could only provide so much. 

“Did you like your present?” Virgil asked after a few moments. 

“Daddy didn't know what to get me so he got me something from a top ten list. I'll love it more when my thoughts quiet down,” Remus grumbled, “I'm just happy he got me something and didn't forget about me!” 

“It’s hard to forget about you,” Virgil said and kissed his hair, “You're too sweet.” 

“You mean that?” 

“Yeah. You made me a gift with your own hands, a unique little eldritch horror that's cool and cute. You went out of your way to make it.” 

“It's cute and cuddly and it eats stuff from the shower drain. It keeps things clean!” 

“It's alive?” Virgil asked, horrified. 

“Yeah. I didn't think that would be a big deal,” Remus wilted. 

“I stuck it in a tub of barbicide for ten minutes. Did I kill it?” Virgil panicked. 

A shrill chirp pulled him from his spiraling. He glanced over Remus' shoulder and saw the little hairball on the bed. 

“Mr. Fuzzy likes getting dangerous baths,” Remus giggled. Virgil immediately relaxed when he heard that beautiful sound. 

“Can it join in the cuddle pile? It doesn't like Remus being sad,” Virgil asked. Remus snuggled closer and nodded. He needed all the affection he could get. 

Almost immediately four long, hairy tentacles wrapped around Remus' torso. Virgil was surprised but not shocked. There was always a catch with Remus' creations. 

“Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped and he doesn't like letting go,” Virgil mused as a fifth tentacle curled around his arm. 

“How did you know that about it?” Remus grumbled. 

“I didn't. I was talking about a different Mr. Fuzzy,” Virgil replied and kissed the top of his head, “And I'm not dropping you again.” 

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(the end. a summary if you will. talk of body insecurity, there's reference to intimacy, mention of pregnancy, all kinds of things to wrap this story up. cliche ending? hell yes! thank you for reading my spontaneous au of these two, it has been so much fun to write and discuss! 🧡)

Taglist: @hey-august @thoraeth

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Pt 17 (End)

Months later

Sunny woke up with her mouth full of hair, arms full of a shirtless clown, and a wish that she could sleep longer. Buggy was a heavy sleeper, always starting off beside her but ending up half on top of her halfway through the night. She wasn't complaining. She enjoyed snuggling with him.

She managed to get his hair out of her mouth, making a face once she was done. He was still asleep, huffing out a content little sigh as he nuzzled her, tightening his hold on her as he snored. Sunny rolled her eyes before kissing him on top of his head. She needed to start breakfast but he would fuss if she got out of bed before he was awake.

The last few months took a lot out of her, from Crocodile allowing her to leave to moving in with Buggy immediately, not only that getting used to someone who let her do what she wanted as an adjustment. If she didn't brush her hair, he offered to do it for her. If the bed wasn't made, Buggy didn't notice. If she wore overalls all week he was fine with that. He liked tugging on the straps to drag her along with him.

Buggy didn't seem to be getting too much shit from Crocodile, he was only met with one threat that he better treat Sunny well or else a few days after the marriage ended. Mihawk just seemed amused by it all.

They had hiccups in this budding relationship, any would, but Sunny felt relaxed and comfortable now, felt safe telling him no or that she disagreed with him. He was a little over the top sometimes with his reactions to things (Alvida gave Sunny a haircut, trimming off a few inches of her hair, and Buggy was shocked and demanded to know what happened while he may have cried a little over the sudden change) but Sunny wasn't bothered by it, more amused than anything.

Her biggest thing was asking him about doing every little thing, from bringing him a drink to asking if she could take Richie out for a walk. Buggy had the hardest time with that, wanting her to be independent and finally having to tell her she didn't need to ask to do every damn little thing, that he wanted her to do what she wanted because she could do whatever she wanted now.

That... Seemed to flip a switch.

Since then she would find him just to kiss him on the cheek or get a hug. When he'd come back from a meeting she would have a snack and drink ready for him, he wouldn't even think of asking for it but she always did, giving him a kiss before handing it to him.

Buggy knew he was in love before but now he was absolutely head over heels for this woman. And he could tell her that all the time without fear of injury.

Now he got to wake up with her every morning, which he was reluctantly doing now, thought he would have preferred to keep sleeping. She was playing with his hair, kissing his forehead softly, already wide awake. He sighed and finally lifted his head up to look at her.

"Can I keep sleeping?"

"No, Buggy, we have to get up. There's things to do." She told him, kissing him on the nose as he let his head drop back down with a whine. He hated getting out of bed. He just wanted to stay and hold her for a while longer. "Look on the bright side, no meetings today, right? You get to spend the day here with me!"

"Which means we can stay in bed, right?" He grinned. "I am technically in charge of this place."

"Yes, but not in charge of me." She teased him as she pushed him off her and onto his back. Before he could protest she moved on top of him, straddling his lap as she grinned down at him. "So I guess that means I'm also in charge, right?"

"Um-"

"Ohhohoho, Buggy, Chairman of the Cross Guild, is speechless?" She hummed as she rested her hand on his stomach, stroking the blue hair covering his skin before her hand moved up to his chest. "How would your men deal with the fact that your sweet girlfriend could get to you like this?"

"Don't tease, babe." He whined as she leaned down to kiss him, slowly rocking her hips, getting him flustered, hard, and his hands went to her ass but she suddenly climbed off him, giving his stomach a pat as he laid there, flushed and breathing heavily as she went to get some clothes to wear.

"Now you're awake, so let's get the day started." She told him, a big grin on her face as she started to change right in front of him. It wasn't fair.

~

She kept him well fed. He never went hungry with Sunny because she was always ready with food for him and he never hesitated in showing his thanks with a kiss. The first time they actually kissed, days after she showed up at his tent asking for a date, was definitely something Buggy wouldn't forget.

She had made him a sandwich, figuring he had to be hungry after a four hour long meeting with Mihawk and Crocodile about the investors from the party. When she brought it to his office where he was slumped over his desk, he thought he couldn't get any luckier when he saw the food she made.

He didn't even take a bite of the sandwich before he threw himself at her and kissed her. Though caught off guard, she kissed him back, blushing and smiling brightly at him.

~

When Sunny started to notice her clothes fitting snug in places, she realized she could use some of the skills she learned to help out her clothes. Though she wasn't able to complete her apprenticeship, she had practiced when she could, so now she got to try, letting out a pair of pants, adding extra colorful fabric to the sides of her shirts.

Buggy walked in on her in her underwear in their room as she finished sewing pretty blue fabric pieces to the sides of her pants to give her more room. She saw him staring at her and felt the excitement slip away. Was he going to be okay with this? What if he wanted her to lose the weight, or what if he got mad for wrecking her clothes, even though she made sure they fit and held up to her movements.

"Buggy, um-"

He kicked the door shut, startling her, before marching over to her to kiss her. That wasn't the reaction she expected.

"Look at you, so beautiful, wonderful, you're all mine." He grinned as he shed his own clothes before kissing her again, pushing her onto the bed as she let out gasps and moans as his hands went everywhere, touching her, grabbing at her stomach, hips, rolls, everything. He left marks along her body, more gentle than Crocodile had ever been, but he wanted her to know how much he loved her body as she whined and moaned for him.

When they were finished, she had her head against his chest, blushing as she looked at some of the marks along her arms.

"So... what do you think of the alterations to my clothes, Buggy?" She asked as his hand moved to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Oh, fine, I guess, didn't get a chance to see them on you, babe." He said smugly as she rolled her eyes. "I prefer them on the floor, though."

"Of course you do." Sunny stuck her tongue out at him before swatting his hand away from her backside. "But um, you're... okay with this?"

"With what?" His hand returned, moving to her thigh now. "Your clothes? I don't care what you wear, babe."

"No, are you okay that I... have to let my clothes out?" She asked. "My body's been changing."

Buggy stared down at her as he tried to think before he spoke, not wanting to say anything too stupid that would get him in hot water with her. He scratched his head and shrugged.

"I love it that you're feeling safe and relaxed, babe." He assured her, watching her face for a reaction as he hoped those were the right words. "I'd be worried if you didn't gain some weight, okay, so don't worry. I love you and your body, no matter how it looks, so don't stress."

"Really?" Tears welled up in her eyes. Buggy felt himself starting to panic a little bit.

"Y-Yes! I do, I love it!" He said as she started to cry. "What's wrong, why are you crying?!"

"Because I love you and you're so sweet!"

"That's making you cry?!"

"Yes!"

~

A few more months passed. The Cross Guild was doing well, Sunny was adjusting more to her new life, and she fell more in love with Buggy each day. It was getting harder to believe a life without him at this point, despite being together for such a short time, but twenty years of misery made her appreciate everything he did for her.

It wasn't perfect, they had two different personalities, but it didn't stop Buggy from constantly flirting with her, telling her how much he loved her, everything while Sunny would hold his hand and kiss him in front of his men, ignoring the cheers of Chairman Buggy gets the girl! which had Buggy turning red as Sunny laughed.

The biggest issue was one that Sunny just found out about. It was a surprise, she thought maybe she'd be too old as she hit 40, but a visit with a doctor confirmed why her body was feeling weird, she felt more tired than usual, except she was missing out on the morning sickness by a miracle.

How the hell was Buggy going to take this? They never even came close to talking about this, still in the early days of their relationship as they got to know one another.

If she wasn't feeling as safe as she did with him, she would have found some other way around it. Instead, at dinner after she made him a small feast and put her hand on his as he took a bite of food as she told him.

"Buggy, I'm pregnant."

He choked. She helped him out, making sure he was okay, and once he was done gasping for air, he stared at her with an expression she didn't quite understand.

"Really?"

"Y-Yea..."

His eyes lit up. "I'm going to teach that little shit how to fire a cannon, juggle, everything. That kid will be the flashiest little brat ever because they're going to be a child of Buggy the Clown!"

"You're happy about this?" She asked, surprised. This wasn't the reaction she anticipated, but at the same time, she wasn't sure how he was going to react. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" Buggy told her as he pounded his fist on the table in excitement. "I got the love of my life, most beautiful woman in the world, telling me she's carrying my kid? I'm going to have a kid I can raise to be one of the best pirates in the world! And when I'm King of the Pirates, everyone will respect us and fear us!"

"Yea?"

Buggy stood up suddenly and pulled her to her feet, catching her in his arms before spinning her around. He even dipped her, which startled her, but he pulled her back up to kiss her. She was a little flustered from the sudden movements, her head spinning, but she felt safe in his arms as he held her, kissing her face all over as he began swaying with her, slow movements, forgetting the food as he hugged her tightly.

"I love you, Sunny." He told her. "I'm lucky to have you."

She smiled and put her hands on his face, patting his cheeks gently, feeling the stubble under her fingers before she leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you, Buggy, thank you for having me."

He grinned and spun her around once more. He couldn't wait to tell his men the news.

[ashleybenlove]

Stoick having the audacity to try to wrestle Toothless, I guess.

Please, please, Dean DeBlois, let Gerard Butler physically try to fight a practical effect Toothless. Please, Thor. Amen? idk how to close prayers any other way.

Also, please show Gerard Butler shirtless as Stoick. You don't have to dehydrate him, but please let him be shirtless!!!!!!!!!!

FOR ME!!!!!!! I WANT IT!!!!!!

Also: Hiccup does tackle Toothless in RTTE. Thinking of A Grim Retreat. So, like father like son.

[transnightfury]

👁️, 💭, and ⚡ for both shadow and riptide :3

☔ for shadow

🐸 for riptide

bonus: ⚔️ and ❗for harley!

YAAYYY!!!ALSO HARLEYMENTION YES

this is gonna be a long post bc i yap so ill put it under a cut. get ready for me not directly answereing questions at all everybodys favourite

👁️(how do people perceive your oc?) tbh .. i dont know? i have had someone think that riptide was gonna be some chill surfer dude and shadow be a stereotypical aloof emo boy LOL which i can totally see that. riptide is like 2 steps away from being a chill surfer dude...idk if that fits him as a hobby tho. in some alternate universe this is how they ended up being ACTUALLY. SHADOW WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THAT !!!!!!!!!!!! but now shes the total opposite except shes still an emo boy

💭(How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?) im copy pasting these now bc im too lazy to write them out LMAO . hmmm. generally deepseaship r in that stage now wehre theyre Getting better. they r in a place where they feel safe and can be themselves and have good people around them they can trust so they dont struggle as much as they used to... shadow definitely out of the two of them i imagine would feel alot of guilt? she has a bad habit of being angry/lashes out easily and overprotective and maybe a bit impulsive and its lead to a few hiccups in their relationship.....shes very emotional so the guilt over those things she does and says get to her alot ..... ive been tryong to figure out how to rewrite their entire backstories recently so i can make those problems they have more obvious but ive been stuck cos its really hard to redo everything when they are So Deepseaship to me 🤷‍♂️

⚡(Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?) riptide is TERRIFIED OF BUGS. maybe its not unsual but i think its really funny. he tries to avoid killign them as much as possible and he makes shadow cup and paper them. and he hates thunderstorms. which i know. thats really funny bc its me. and he used to be one of my fursonas. for shadow?? im like sure she has at least one but i cannot think of any rn.

☔(How does this oc feel about rain?) SHE LOVES IT!!! and she loves thunderstorms lol so it balances it out between him and riptide. very important to mention that riptide is obsessed with rain but he hates the sound of thunder. i mean its water. from the sky. sorry i started talking about riptide this is about shadow....LOL.....shadow is the type to just stay inside and enjoy the weather like a normal person and then riptide is insane like me and goes out shirtless in the rain

🐸(What’s this oc’s sense of humor like?) fart and penis and poop

⚔️(How does this oc handle conflict?) unfortunately. i. have no idea? harley is still a pretty underdeveloped character in alot of places... her backstory is really only the building blocks right now and i havent really dug into how its effected her/how she handles anything like that in general .....IM SORRY.....

❗(What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?) again . a question id need to flesh her out more abit over. i would just say something related to her and lucy or cross current but i dunno.. id like to answer with something more personal to her. she isnt selfish at all realy but she. hm. how do i put this. its on the tip of my tongue. she would 1000% do anything for her friedns and shes extremely caring about them but she would focus on herself before anything else (unless theres more important things to look out for). i totally know theres an easier probably one word description for that but thats how im explaining it rn LOL. i guess shes just confident about herself? is that what im trying to say ?? not quite the question but i hope that answers it enough FJNKSDF whatever her highest priority is, it would be personal towards herself, rather than me just saying "the other people in her life" obviously she wants to care for them and shes probably one of my most caring/overprotective ocs i can think of skjshdmddj

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing You Chapter 7 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement.

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

"He's got it bad for you." Kennedy chuckled, sipping his glass of champagne.

"No, he doesn't. We just know each other's family, so we're just comfortable around each other." Your lips loosening up due to the liquid truth serum he was feeding you.

"Yes, he does. I'm telling you, a man doesn't walk around shirtless cooking breakfast for any woman. I can find out. Just give me a day." Kennedy boasted, knowing he could get information from people. It was his specialty.

"I wish you would. God he is so fucking fine. Id climb that man like a tree. You know how long it's been since I've had sex with James. A month and before that it was two months. I've got at least another month long dry spell and a piece of meat on a stick dangling in front of me. Just sex no emotions or anything, I'm not into him. I'm just dying for sex." Your intoxicated brain couldn't stop your mouth. "But James, we used to have sex like that. You know the railing all night long and dirty dancing to country music. It's like he just completely fell out of love with me. We never talk. He plays his games all the damn time." You continued rambling, starting to tear up.

"Alright, you've had enough." He picked up your glass and poured the rest down the drain. "Come on honey, it's time for bed before your inhibitions get too low."

You whined but went to bed. Kennedy held you as you cried. This wasn't the first time this had happened. He wanted nothing more than to fix it, but you just wouldn't leave James no matter how hard he tried. Seresin was a new pawn, a card he shuffled into his deck. This no house rule was just a hiccup.

This was a normal thing for both of you, honestly. Kennedy had come out to you in a drunken sadness when you were both alone at a bar after the rest of the shift left from a social gathering.

He still remembers the hug you gave him, as if he were going to waste away in thin air. Depression was hard. You knew better than most. Depression was a symptom of your sickness. You once faced it yourself during your cancer fight. You went back home with him the night at the bar and just held him so he didn't feel so alone. You knew that not knowing who you were as a person in such a critical way really stood in the way of happiness.

He didn't want a girlfriend, and he was too afraid to openly date men. His parents were accepting, but the world seemed so mean and hateful. Emotions were difficult, but with you, they seemed easier, like you understood him. Kennedy would always stay by your side as a protective best friend. Anyone that was close with you knew that. You didn't fix his longing for a partner, but you gave him someone to talk to about life, and that was more than enough for now.

You got ready at Kennedy's house. You always kept a uniform there. Kennedy dropped you off to grab your car. You drove off to the police department. James wasn't there, so you didn't worry about stopping inside.

"Good morning." Seresin smiled as you sat down in your normal seat.

"Good morning." You seemed closed off, not in a joking mood. He didn't press he knew it had to be home life with James.

"I'm having a bonfire, pool party at my house." Kennedy smiled. "I'm inviting the shift."

"God sounds like a bad orgy porn video." You laughed gently. "Eleven men and one woman how innocent." Your head leaned back down. You still weren't all there, but Kennedy knew how to lift your mood. You did love a party.

"We can all take turns, Marilyn." Kennedy chuckled.

"Absolutely not, but I'm definitely down for a party." Your eyes perked up.

As heavy as the sex jokes were layered constantly, it was all a part of the straight facade. You never took offense to his less than lady like jokes. You started a lot of them, too. Covering his ass for him. You always had his back.

"Then it's settled. Seresin, are you in?" Kennedy smirked, raising his brows at Seresin.

"Yeah, that sounds good, man." He nodded. His mind laced into the pool portion of the party. His mind wondered into the pajamas you were wearing the night you were with him and what was underneath them. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

"Party at my place tomorrow!" Kennedy called out in the squad room. All the guys cheered.

The night was uneventful. Just a few dui's, thankfully, no one got hurt. College kids were running amuck, a little party got out of hand, and one fight at a bar between two men. They had made up and bonded out by the time shift change happened.

You were packing some stuff up for the party. You got your bag packed. You had your bikini on under your outfit. It was simple, black, high waisted, and looked incredible on any figure, especially yours. You grabbed your bag, leaving a note for James. You hadn't really made up, but this wasn't the first fight swept under the rug.

You parked up the driveway. You were staying the night, so you weren't worried about being blocked in. You opened the door, hugging Kennedy. No one else was there yet. "You just wanted this party so you could have eleven half-naked men in your backyard."

"I can say they used the backdoor too." He laughed evilly.

"God, just don't stare too much." You giggled.

"They do it to you, I'm just extending the uncomfortablity." He raised a brow.

"Yup, I can drink to that." You cheer your next shot with his beer bottle. Drunken behavior was absolutely going to be your cope mechanism for your pain.

You both drank and set up your lounge chairs. Knocks at the door came quickly.

"Dinner is here." He laughed quietly before opening the door, and groups flocked in.

Seresin came in confidently. His aviators sat over his eyes. He had a Longhorns t shirt and a pair of black swim trunks.

"Hook 'em." You called out. Seeing him so casual and cool mixed with not even talking with your boyfriend for a day made you forget your troubles. The shots you took before people arrived also helped a little with easing your mind around seresin.

Seresin held out his hand in the sign. With his two fingers up like horns. "Hook 'em." He tried his best to keep his eyes as tame as he could keep them. Your body was just calling him, and his shades were acting as shields, giving him prime opportunity. Your bikini was tight in all the right places. He watched as you leaned over in the cooler, grabbing a beer. Your ass hanging out of the itty bitty bikini bottoms. He had to think of anything else just to keep himself from growing in his shorts. It's so bad, but it feels so good.

He grabbed the beer as you offered it to him. He popped the top no opener needed. He grabbed his towel and walked on the back deck behind you and Kennedy. He laid his towel at the lounge chair next to yours.

"Isn't this the best, the three amigos, by the pool, all the sunshine." This was a happy place for you. The sun and water could always make you smile. The two boys with sunglasses nodded in agreement.

"Yup, sure is." Kennedy kept his glasses on they were dark enough no one could see his view. He watched as the men played volleyball. He leaned his head back, just taking in the view.

"Babe, we need music. Where is your speaker?" You got up from your seat and broke his view from the boys.

"It's on the counter in the kitchen." He spoke quickly so you would move.

"Thanks." You called dancing to the door with a laugh. The shots were setting in giving you a glow of joy.

"I'll go with you. I need another beer." Seresin got up following you.

"Already? Damn Jake, did you chug it?" You laughed. He could tell that you were slowly getting drunk from your drinks. He wanted to test waters to see what exactly and how much you would say. Last night at work, Kennedy was sowing seeds in Jakes mind. You both entered the kitchen, and the playful yelling was muffled by the door.

"No, I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you again." He's smirk was bold. You liked bold, especially when intoxicated.

"Jake!" His name whined out in a bubbly giggle. "You know I'm with James." You stepped closer, pulling him into a hug. His shirt smelled like gain and whiskey style cologne. "You smell really good."

"Thanks, honey." He held you just enjoying the contact he thought he lost when your face dropped from the phone call at his house. He knew the look on your face. He knew the trouble you were in. He saw the situation in a boyfriend's eyes. A single hot, successful, dangerous man, just innocently letting a gorgeous woman come stay for just sleep. It was the truth, but it sure didn't look good, not to a broken relationship, at least.

You looked up in his eyes. He held the smirk, his hair a little messy, his arms bulging in the sleeves of his shirt, his seafoam eyes whisking you away on a stormy day at the ocean far away from James.

"Jake, damn it... Jake, don't do this to me."

You stepped away. "I am not a cheat, never been a cheat. No matter how drunk you get, bitch you hold yourself together." You said out loud to yourself.

Seresins smirk only grew. You, a faithful woman, drove him mad. It was forbidden fruit. He never would cheat with a woman in any situation, but you saying this gave him evidence of more in your brain than you would let on sober. Kennedy was being truthful. He had got his information, and this next decision was just for fun.

"What are you thinking right now?" He leaned over you, placing his hand firmly on the wall above your head. His leg relaxed, taking a nonchalant stance like he wasn't committing sin.

Your eyes lifted up his body to his eyes. "It's bad. It's immoral. It's not anything that I can possibly take back. I want you so bad. Why are you wearing a shirt it's a pool party?" You were starting to dip your toes in a body of water filled with glass. Everyone would get hurt if you jumped in.

"Tell me that again when you're sober." He took off his shirt with ease. His toned body, positioned back over you, tossing his shirt to a chair.

Kennedy had seen the bright orange shirt in the window flying across the room. The no house rule wouldn't extend to his. He knew your bond with him was untouchable to James. "Fuck you, James." He said with a smirk, softly pulling his beer to his lips taking a sip.

You looked back up at the man in front of you. His dog tags loose around his neck, hanging over his chest.

You grabbed the metal in your hands, reaching out to his chest. Your eyes peered down his abs. "Jake, I can't. I want to be so bad. You have no idea. I just can't. I could never hurt him like that."

Jake nodded. "I know, and that's why I'll wait. I'll wait for you at the bottom, I'll stay away if he pulls you back up himself, but until then, I'm here... I'll wait." Jake reaches a hand out, pulling you closer around the waist. Open water surrounding you, James was floating at the top, unwilling to pull you back up to the top as you drowned. Jake stood at the bottom waiting for you to fall down. You knew you were safe with him. You knew he would pull you back up and save you from drowning. You just couldn't let go of the rope laced with cancerous memories tethering you to James.

You wrapped your arms around him, just allowing yourself to let go only for a moment. Your hand searched low to his abs, it grazed up his chest, searching for stability. The room around you was spinning. You leaned up, looking in his eyes. Your gaze shifted to his lips, back to his eyes then over to the speaker. You let go of him slowly and grabbed the speaker. "Come on, Ken's gonna get worried."

A/N: no the hell ken ain't.

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