#i would hug him so much if i had one. but for now i do not own one

[isaadore]

LINES WE CROSS LANDO NORRIS

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SUMMARY loving lando was never supposed to be complicated. you weren’t hiding from the world: you were hiding from charles. because if he found out, it wouldn’t just be a fight. it would be a war. word count 0.8k

warnings use of y/n, angst, hurt/comfort, forbidden romance, some arguing, charles being overprotective, happy ending

note requested! it's been awhile since i've written for lando so thank u anon for requesting hehe 😇 and i know the first photo is of george and carmen.. i didn't notice at first so crazy concidence

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MONACO AT NIGHT was always alive. The city breathed in neon lights and the hum of expensive cars, but right now, all you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"You should go," you whispered, but Lando didn’t move.

He was standing too close, the heat of his body seeping into yours as you leaned against the cold stone wall of an alleyway hidden from the street. His McLaren hoodie was pulled over his head, his face shadowed, but you knew that look in his eyes: stubborn, reckless.

"Do you want me to go?" His voice was quiet, but it carried weight.

Your silence was the answer.

He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. "Y/N—"

"Lando, please."

You didn’t want this to end. But it had to.

Because the moment Charles found out, there would be no coming back from it.

Lorenzo figured it out first. Not because you told him but because he noticed things.

“You never liked Lando before,” he said one evening, watching you too closely. “Now, suddenly, you don’t roll your eyes when he talks.”

Arthur caught on a few weeks later when he walked into your apartment and found Lando’s hoodie on the couch.

“I don’t care,” Arthur had muttered, tossing it back to you. “But if Charles finds out? You’re dead.”

And that was the problem.

Charles had always been overprotective. He thought he knew what was best for you, and in his eyes, Lando Norris was far from it.

You knew why.

Lando was unpredictable, too playful, too much of a risk. And Charles? Charles was always afraid of things he couldn't control.

It was a stupid mistake. One moment of carelessness.

You were in the paddock after a race, adrenaline still buzzing through your veins. Lando had finished P2, and when he pulled you into a tight hug behind the motorhomes, you hadn’t thought twice about it.

Until you heard your name.

"Y/N."

You froze.

Lando immediately let go, stepping back as Charles stared at you both, his face unreadable, but his eyes? His eyes burned.

“Charles—”

"How long?" His voice was eerily calm.

You hesitated.

Lando, on the other hand, didn’t. "Eight months."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Idiot.

Charles let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. "Eight months? And neither of you thought to tell me?"

"Because we knew how you’d react," you shot back, stepping forward. "Look at you now, Charles."

He turned his glare to Lando. "And you? What, you thought this was funny? Sneaking around like some joke?"

Lando didn’t back down. "I love her."

The words landed heavy between the three of you.

Charles flinched, just barely, but you caught it.

"You love her?" His voice was sharp, disbelieving.

Lando exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yes, Charles. I love her. And she loves me."

"Don't—" Charles shook his head, voice shaking. "Don't pretend this isn't just another game to you, Lando."

Lando's jaw clenched. "It’s not a game."

You swallowed hard. "Charles, please, just—"

But he was already turning away.

"Charles!"

He didn’t stop.

And just like that, the secret was out, and everything was so much worse.

You found Charles later that night, standing on the balcony of his apartment, staring at the Monaco skyline.

"You hate me now?" you asked softly.

He didn’t look at you. "I could never hate you."

Your chest tightened. "Then why won’t you talk to me?"

Charles exhaled, hands gripping the railing. "Because I'm scared."

That caught you off guard.

"Scared of what?"

He finally turned, and the exhaustion in his expression nearly broke you.

"Of you getting hurt," he admitted. "Of you trusting him too much. Of me losing you."

Your throat felt tight. "You’re not losing me, Charles."

"But I am," he whispered. "You're growing up, and I don’t know how to stop it."

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at first, then slowly melted into the hug.

"I'm happy," you murmured. "Doesn't that count for something?"

He sighed against your shoulder. "It does."

Silence.

Then, begrudgingly:

"If he hurts you, I will end him."

A small laugh bubbled out of you. "I’d expect nothing less."

It took time. A lot of time.

Charles still wasn’t thrilled about Lando, but at least he wasn’t threatening to kill him anymore.

And Lando? He was patient. He knew Charles would never fully approve, but as long as he had you, that was enough.

"You think he'll ever like me?" Lando asked one evening, as you lay curled up on his couch.

You smiled. "Maybe when we’re old and gray."

Lando groaned. "That long?"

"Be grateful he didn’t murder you."

Lando smirked. "Yet."

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Give it time."

Lando grinned, pulling you closer. “As long as I get to spend all that time with you, I don’t mind waiting.”

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© 2025 ISAADORE

[brittle-doughie]

Tale of the Forced Hand: Reunion

[Virtue of Compassion AU]

I know, I see the comments of you guys wanting a continuation, so I’m testing the waters to see if I’m still cooking with this.

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Shadow Milk Cookie: “Aww, it’s been so long since we last met. What’s a little chat between old pals?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was he one of the Beast Cookies from Elder Faerie’s story? Shadow Milk Cookie…..he was Shadow Milk Cookie.

You couldn’t explain it, but the name sounded..familiar to you, as if you knew it before the name came out of Elder Faerie’s mouth.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “I just had to pop out of that tree for a teensie little moment when I felt something outside of that tree. Something I haven’t felt for a long, long, long, LOOONG time.”

Elder Faerie lets that statement linger in his head as he looked over the group, worried that his assumptions were not as implausible as he thought.

Elder Faerie Cookie: “No one brought you forth, Shadow Milk Cookie. I will devote the rest of my life to casting you back to your prison!”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Aww, why so cranky! Could it be that you’re…afraid? Afraid for a special little Cookie in particular? Did you believe I would just forget!”

His smile immediately falls into a cold stare.

“Did you seriously believe that I would ever forget them?”

Without warning, blue strings coil around your limbs and lift you up in the air and right over to Shadow Milk Cookie.

You struggle against your binds, yelling for him to let you go as Shadow Milk’s silly demeanor returns.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Sorry, no can do! You gave me quite the scare all those years ago, but it looks like compassion never really dies, amirite?”

He brings you to him as he hugs you tight, nuzzling his face against yours.

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Oh, my sweetest, dearest Cookie. How I missed you so, so, SO much! We all have! The others would KILL to see you again right now!”

Strawberry Cookie: “Did he just say compassion?”

Wizard Cookie: “He’s just tricking you! There’s no way he can prove that it’s true!”

Elder Faerie Cookie: “Shadow Milk Cookie is a Cookie of Deceit. Nothing he says rings an air of truth.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie: “Let Y/N Cookie go! They are not the Cookie you think they were before!”

White Lily Cookie: “Yes, we must help them!”

“I…would never lie when it came to them. For eons, I replay that day over and over again in my head. I thought it was all my fault, I thought that I had lost them forever….”

Shadow Milk Cookie: “So imagine the upmost JOY that I felt when I felt their presence near the tree! I simply couldn’t let my most cherished audience member wait, so I made my move! Now that they’re back, my fellow Beast Cookies can awaken too!

Shadow Milk Cookie: “What do you say, sweetie? Shall we show them what we can really do with you back?”

There’s no way! You didn’t remember having any life before this! This had to be another one of his tricks! What did he really want from you? Why was he acting this way towards you, a complete stranger?!

And just how worse were his friends going to be?

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[brawberryz]

⎯⎯ㅤStupid detective

Batfam Yan! × L Lawliet! Reader

《Platonic》

Note: English is not my first language

TW / yandere behaviors, obsession, isolation, murder, violence, toxic relationships

L Lawliet! Reader, who is one of the family's best detectives.

L Lawliet! Reader, who is scolded daily for her diet of nothing but sweets. Several times they forced you to change your diet to a healthier one, but you simply refused.

Sweets were the best thing for you, and you weren't going to let anyone take that away from you.

L Lawliet! Reader, who spends most of her time in her room solving cases. You had surpassed the entire family in how far you could go without sleep.

Your dark circles were enormous and adorned your eyelids. Your family still wonders how you're still alive.

L Lawliet! Reader, who instead of using the shower or bathtub like a normal person decided to bathe in the washing machine. Alfred could still remember when he found you spinning naked in the washing machine.

Your excuse was that it was more comfortable. From that day on, your family's eyes never left you, afraid you'd do something stupid and end up dead.

You really didn't care. As long as they didn't bother you while you were sorting things out, you weren't bothered by their overprotectiveness.

L Lawliet! Reader, who began to obsess over a particular case, Kira. It was a case of a new serial killer tormenting all of Gotham.

Bruce offered to solve it, but you stopped him and told him you'd take charge. He trusted you in your abilities, but he believed this case was more dangerous than it seemed.

L Lawliet! Reader, who one day found you with a boy handcuffed to your wrist and a very loud blonde girl.

Apparently, you had found the culprits, but you didn't have enough evidence to blame them, so you literally stuck to them, refusing to leave their sides.

You can already hear Alfred preparing the guest room. They knew you weren't one to give up, and they knew you'd do anything to prove you were right.

And if that meant keeping two "innocent" people locked in your room and technically interrupting their lives to prove you were right, you would do it.

Fuck, of course you would.

L Lawliet! Reader, who can feel the murderous glares her family was giving their "guests."

They couldn't believe what you did. How dare you let strangers into the mansion and stick yourself to them!?

They hated how the blonde girl named Misa touched and hugged you. Who did she think she was, touching you like that?

It made their blood boil that someone other than them would touch you or spend time with you. Ever since those two people arrived, all your attention was focused on them.

Are they supposed to be your family? Why are you ignoring them now?

The no-kill rule trembled in each of them every time they saw you with Light or Misa.

They had to get rid of them NOW.

L lawliet! Reader, who ended up getting into a fistfight with Light after an argument, was surprising in that even though you were handcuffed and technically glued to him, your movements were skillful and quick.

Maybe your body seemed weak, but you weren't; you had been trained by the whole family to be perfect.

If Dick hadn't interrupted the fight, I could swear you could have killed him.

Although he wouldn't mind if you killed Light either; it would be one less problem on the family's to-do list.

L Lawliet! Reader, you have shitty posture. You could easily have some muscle problems when you're older.

Sometimes they wondered if your back or some muscle didn't hurt because of your posture.

L Lawliet! Reader, who is aware that she is surrounded by yanderes and murderers, you had realized this a long time ago.

You weren't stupid; you weren't the best detective for nothing, maybe better than Batman (although that would be too much of an ego boost for you).

You just hoped that your family's yandere-like behavior didn't interrupt your investigation into Kira.

My obsession with Death Note has returned. Omfg how I love that fucking show.

Maybe I'll do a Light and misa

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcoax me out, my loveㅤㅤ＼ㅤcomforting op menㅤㅤ𖥟

ワンピース၇⃪⃖ꪆ୧ㅤluffy, zoro & lawㅤ 𓊉 ㅤ~𝟣.𝟤𝗄—𝟣.𝟦𝗄𝗐𝖼ㅤ───gn! reader, canon compliant, angst/comfort, character study, can be romantic or platonic, marineford spoilers (luffy, zoro), thriller bark spoilers (zoro), dressrosa spoilers (law)᭮ ━─⠀ ❤︎ ㅤ2025©vyainide ㅤㅤ︶ིྀᩧㅤ1864lib

vyon's mouthpiece. sanji is not here because i haven't seen his backstory yet, i could write it bc it's impossible to avoid op spoilers for any arc and i essentially know the backbone of his lore, but i'm afraid i wouldn't do it enough justice so i'm just gonna not

sometimes, he gets distant— it's not then that you need to worry about luffy. you know to give him more credit now since you've become something to him; it's the times that he brands himself into you— stubborn and tense, even when it starts to hurt that you have enough basis to be worried.

the papers had ravished into every detail they could when it came to marineford, eager, eager, so disgustingly eager to find a physicality in ace's blood; they'd exaggerated every gory detail with a numbness that only those in their field are privy to. dug out open wounds where there were scars, tore wider cuts that were already stitched, ripped away the scab that had just formed— merciless.

you saw the news, everyone else in the crew did no doubt. and you'd have to give the paparazzi credit, they were there. you were not.

how the mighty whitebeard died standing, not bowing to any marine even in his death, stood as a shield for the sons he'd carelessly picked up over the years; how jinbei, shanks, all these big name pirates had shown up if only to cause enough chaos to make them regret; how ace— poor, sweet, loveable ace— died. you knew all the details, but you did not know the luffy that had lost his brother.

it was something that you did not quite know how to address when you'd come back from those gruesome years spent so out of reach from your captain, your crew, your family with only the trust you had in them that knew not one of them would go down. the return to saobaody archipelago was an undoing, the same way that it was when you'd been separated.

you worried a lot, and you're ashamed to admit that it was very much useless when you'd came across chopper first— and then he'd managed to coax you into buying him cotton candy like no years had passed at all. like time had been cut and sewn back together seamlessly and you were back to the day that camie and hachi were showing you around.

and from there, things speed up quick. you're allowed to sink into nami's arms when she offers you a hug, you laugh at usopp's stories of his mentor and an island that wanted to eat him, your stomach rejoices when it's finally satiated by sanji's cooking— you can finally smile at luffy, but there's no time for anything else. you've spent many nights grappling on how to be there for luffy when you were reunited, but he seems to return to you whole. toughened up, with that same smile that only reassures no matter what and after fishman island, you can't, in good conscious, ask luffy to slow down and force him back into the memories that no doubt haunt.

and haunt they do.

you've never reckoned luffy to be weak— no, he was your captain and he was the man who was going to be the king of pirates. you've placed your bets on him long ago, all in for this firecracker of a teen, but marineford had done something to him— to the luffy that has always stood so proudly in your memory like a god out of touch.

when you see a rival pirate sneak up on luffy from behind him, you see that photo that had been caught by chance in marineford. the luffy that had never bowed to any authority with his shaky arms, wrapped tight around his dying brother— not in the usual manner, the excitable way where he'd coil his arm around, once, twice, thrice. his fingertips barely touching as they wrapped around ace's middle, his head ducked down into the slope of ace's neck, shoulders closed in. this was not your captain who had taken down crocodile, who had punched a celestial dragon, who had saved countless members of his crew. this was luffy that had lost ace.

and you think, you've been thinking that luffy could have well died in that battle. it's selfish in a way that you know luffy would never quite accept, but you're a pirate. so you step in between the sword and luffy— and when you see the absolute horror that contorts luffy's vision, you think you can understand him a little bit better.

you wake up a little after less than twenty–four hours and nothing is out of the ordinary, except— except for the fact that your right hand is numb when the sword had driven through your stomach. hazily dragging your eyes over the lines of wooden planks that made up the ceiling of chopper's office until it pulls down onto a squeeze of your hand. "captain." your throat aches.

"you—" his bottom lip wobbles and his hand, wrapped around yours, squeezes again. you wince.

he sees it, he loosens up a little, but his fingers continue on, pressing between the meat of the bones in the back of your hand.

chopper comes in, sees you've woken up, and takes over accordingly.

you don't get to talk to luffy about this incident either.

things melt back into what they used to be and what stands out when you look at luffy is that expression that had degraded onto his face when you'd jumped in front of him. burdened by a shame and guilt, you let it be.

two days pass— not so normally as luffy has taken to becoming an unmovable extension of you and you let that be until it becomes a problem.

"luffy," he turns to you when you call for him, "are you okay?"

he makes a face that's as judgemental as he can fathom— it's similar to how nami's face twists, only his eyebrows are pinched more in a zoro–like fashion. "why?" sticks his face closer to yours and his eyes draw wide, deep and suddenly unfathomable, "you're the one in bandages," he says like it's an insult. you're surprisingly wounded by it though so maybe it was.

"it's not a competition." but if it were, you don't think you'd be winning. luffy doesn't dignify that with a response past a loud huff and shrugging away, his hands tightened around his ankle but the length of his arm is wrapped around yours. "i'm sorry, luffy." and it's obvious, far too obvious, that it would have been you that gives in first.

a good captain he is, luffy knows you have more to say— his ear twitches but he doesn’t turn back to look at you. amused, you reach out for his hand and pull it from his ankle. "i am sorry, captain. i think everyone is."

that interests him enough to incline his head back to you, the straw hat tipping with the slope. you leave it be and nod your head down to the material, resting against him. "for not being there." you can't see his face but you're shamelessly capable of imagining what it looks like right now.

"s'not your fault." he tells you, voice as even as he could make it. "it's," his chest puffs up like he was starting a sigh but it never goes back down. "i was right there 'n—" his voice cracks. "it was meant for me."

ah, you realise something, you've hurt him more than you imagined. the hand you've held loosely twists around and settles over your thighs; when he clenches down, violent in the blunt press of his nails softened over the material of your trousers, you don't wince. "ace must have been happy." you can say that confidently. "to see that his younger brother had come to save him— embarrassed too i bet."

cocky that you're trying to lighten the mood but luffy huffs a laugh so you know you must be right. "he was," luffy tells you, petulant and childish. "he told me to go away."

you let that rest for a while, let it dust off the still hurt that had been weighing luffy down and allow your captain to find that after his small laugh, something in his heart stretches outwards, then snaps back into place with an ease that he'd lost since marineford.

then you're at it again. "ace couldn't have lived with himself if you had died for him— and i know it well. if he had lost you and whitebeard at the expense of himself," you don't finish that sentence because you know luffy understands. it's in the way that his hand loosens around your thigh. "i'm sorry i wasn't there and that i stepped in the way of that sword, but luffy—"

"i know." solemn. "don't say it." demanding.

"okay captain." smiling, you push closer into luffy.

the captain and his first mate, and you say this with so much love in your heart, are two like minded buffons. you knew that they had sailed together in a little dinghy together before they had received the going merry from a friend of usopp's and you have to wonder how the hell they had survived. luffy was one thing, but zoro was another.

zoro's charmed you to believe in his competence. he's a monolith of a man— every part of him heavy, hurtful, mean, he carries three swords, his eyebrows set in a deep frown that is soothed by no name branded alcohol, steps silent and so sure. strong shoulders set back, the boredom on his face easily mistakable as an easy glare— they knew him as pirate hunter roronoa zoro before he'd crawled onto a pirate ship and claimed his title as monkey d. luffy's first mate.

you're disillusioned enough now by this untouchable man. he's one braincell that is easily swayed by anything powerful and it sometimes aligns itself with luffy's own singular braincell. zoro is little more than a simple muscle head that is aware, to a fault, of his own shortcomings. his reckoning had come to him on thriller bark; you've no idea what exactly it was. he maintains that nothing happened, sanji and brook (the only ones privy to this detail) refuse to blab about it. and you respect zoro enough to leave it alone, but you do not miss the look that he offers luffy's back sometimes, like he's discerning something deep in his itchy bones, teething around the ache to get to the rot.

you know his origins well. he's a force that had come, snarling and biting, out of the east blue— toppled whatever hierarchy they'd made there as a singular unit. you also know that east blue is the weakest of all four seas so it matters not that zoro was considered strong there. he may have had the strength to protect himself in that weak sea, but he was more than a lone wolf now and the rest of the world? it should not be underestimated.

zoro, prideful man he is, had to learn that lesson the hard way. saobaody archipelago was the hurricane after the storm; for a short moment after thriller bark, it had seemed like zoro had learnt how to live after nothing, how to cope with it. you're still curious as ever, but you know to leave well enough alone.

then, there's after saobaody, split into two very precise periods. before marineford and after marineford. you take it about as well as you could and though you're not one to compare, you know that zoro must have taken it harder. luffy and zoro's joining didn't begin with the latter pledging his loyalty, nami had dramatised the tale to express her woes of sailing with a group of brutes (and usopp), but it was enough for you to understand. after his first reckoning at baratie, zoro had prided himself as luffy's first mate, staked his claim as the man stood by his side. his own dreams weaved perfectly into luffy's.

saobaody happens again and zoro has only grown stronger in those two years— even though he's now missing an eye.

you recognise quickly that his pride, his ego is quieter these days. it's still as easy as ever for him to be riled up by sanji, but it's more stagnant. on nights where he's no reason to be awake, watch duty delegated to someone else— just as capable— he's awake, an overbearing presence that refuses to rest. on your nights, zoro hovers.

you don't take it personally. you know that zoro believes in your capability just as much he does his own, but recently, you've been doubting his faith. not the faith he has in you, the faith he has in himself.

"what's up with you?" you can't help yourself from asking one night, up on the highest vantage of the sunny where it's easier to see.

zoro peeks over his shoulder, levels his one good eye at you, and glares— wow he's good at using that eye. your hands slip from the purchase of his shoulders, the pressure that had been keeping him bent down against his calves lets up and he follows the singing relief, straightening up. "what'dya mean?"

there's a lightness to his words that you belatedly recognise from the past, he hasn't been letting you see that recently. whiplashed from the sudden realisation, you give him your own stink–eye, annoyed more when it only carries half the potency that zoro's does. "you're running yourself dry is what i mean." your hands settle onto your hips.

he's undisturbed by the attempt at dominance so you give it up quick. sighing as you slump down next to him; he continues to stretch without your help.

"who did you go to?" you ask after a moment, realising that you didn't know.

zoro, bent down against his right leg, body inclined away from you, answers easily. "dracule mihawk." his voice a grunt of effort with his organs crushed.

"woah. really?" you can't imagine that— or well, you can, but it wasn't very easy. he doesn't dignify that with a response, stretches his body to his left leg, his arm brushed up against your knee as he wraps his hand around his ankle. "you trained with that guy?" scrunching up your face, "can't imagine him offering to train you."

"he didn't offer," you eye zoro warily, like his back would split open and cymbal clapping monkeys would grow from his spine, "i asked."

"you did?" you wince when you hear the own surprise in your voice, even though you think that the cymbal playing monkeys wouldn't be so strange now. "when?"

"after."

you pathetically fight the urge to wack him, hands turned into fists. "after what?"

zoro can't eye you since you're sat on his left so he stretches an arm out to push away your face. "stop bothering me."

hitting his arm away, you lean into him. "you're bothering me. it's my night." intruding into his personal space, you push your arm through the gap of his torso and his knee, slapping his nose. "after marineford?" he bites your hand and you take it as a yes, though you're sure it could also mean fuck off.

you gag, pulling your arm away.

you know zoro well enough now to know that he's only at rest when he knows everyone is accounted for; never speaks it verbal though, does a rudimentary sweep of the sunny with his haki and settles when he feels the giggling chirp of his crews' heartbeat that soothes his own. you don't bother with words, zoro has no need for them.

shifting, you slide behind zoro. "okay," you relent, pretending that this conversation never happened. "thank you for keeping me company, mister pirate hunter." slumping over so that you can lean your side against his back as it straightens up, your head hits his shoulder as he grows, back to the steady obelisk that the sunny depends on.

"if you fall asleep on me, i'm telling luffy."

you wrap your arms around his neck, inner elbow against his adam's apple; you let him go when he taps out for the third time.

to live his life right, law needed a heavy hitting hand, a very forceful and demanding hand that knows no refusal. no one pretended that it wasn't necessary, not even the man himself; the task is delegated mostly onto bepo, who law has an unexplainable soft spot for, shachi and penguin, who can hide behind their self proclaimed roles as his seniors in life and grew up with him, and ikkaku, who law treats a little bit less rough on account of her being female.

that's why everyone was so disconcerted about being told to go to zou without him— it would happen ultimately because the heart pirates prided themselves on their selfless loyalty and what their captain says, goes. but the aforementioned childhood friends were a lot more vocal, could afford to be, about their dislike of his plan. everyone else silently sided with shachi and penguin, treated law like he might shatter for the following weeks leading up to the split, drove him up the wall with it.

despite it all, law is a good captain— too good, separates himself from the individuality that would intonate himself as anything but a captain, so he leaves his crew alone when they start treading 'round him like he's about a breath away from shattering. it doesn't last too long though, because after an entire day's worth of silent looks from his crew and then badgering from shachi, he blows like a poorly constructed pipe— you all blame it on shachi and he takes it as poorly as law did, if only more childish.

after yelling about anything and everything— unrelated things like the state of the kitchen, the stain that clione had been sporting all week, the state of bepo's fur (which the mink apologises repeatedly for), the scarce stock of coffee grounds, law is sober enough to glare at everyone, except bepo for whom he offers something of an apologetic look, and then makes a point of stomping to his room like a prepubescent teenager in the midst of his angst. following his outburst, everyone peeks around quietly at each other until someone gains the balls to speak.

ironically, it's ikkaku who throws her arms into the air and declares that she can't do it anymore. she's looking at you pointedly, which makes everyone else follow— even bepo, his two life seniors, jean-bart "traitors," you call them.

you follow after the quake of law's stamping, the metal panels of the polar tang squeaking under your careful feet as if forewarning your fate. you knock on the door of his quarters, forceful hand he needs, you don't wait for the answer that'll never come and come in swinging. "captain," you greet, acquiescently.

he looks all parts of a man that was mourning a loved one— the man he was before he picked up his idiotic and nosy crew. sat on the edge of his bed, knees locked as he stabilises his elbows on them and rests his head on his hands, fingers locked together. law doesn't even acknowledge you as you invite yourself in, overbearing and click the door shut behind you, ignore the fact that his two life seniors will come and press their ears up against the door.

a miffed huff leaves his throat when you take a seat next to him, the dip of the mattress makes you slide up next to him. "they're worried," you give him a pointed look that makes the sarcastic remark on his tongue shrivel. "that's all— we're not going to stop you if you're so insistent on going off alone."

your look doesn't stop him this time— incline his head away so that he can look up at you, something of a sarcastic grin on his face. "you seem hellbent on trying though." your eyes trace over the scruff of his face, up between the creases at the corner of his dry lips, catch on the honey gold of his eyes that flicker with his eyelashes.

"we physically can't," you sweatdrop, "you've built a crew of medics, who here can overpower you?" he shakes his head away, a small laugh, his shoulders loosening. "if only shachi hadn't been caught in his plans of procuring a set of seastone cuffs that we would've used to chain you to bed." you let out a faux sigh.

"don't try that again."

you eye his door, imagine the shiver that runs down shachi's spine with the veiled threat. despite how awful and strange the one–sided interaction ended, everything simmers back down and the crew is back to their usual idiocy when law leaves his room a half an hour after you've left and makes a point of not looking at anyone whilst making himself coffee, then dropping by the navigation room. the heart pirates bask in the coldness of their cruel captain's forgiveness.

when he leaves, it's full of tears and promises. law, as he usually does, looks about as emotionally constipated as ever and he can only take the dramatic farewell until shachi delegates himself as stand–in captain. he opens up a room, but doesn't shamble away until he tells you all that anyone— quite literally anyone— can be the stand–in captain if it means that shachi is not. you all wordlessly push the role onto penguin and then watch his room fizzle away after he shambles himself. then, the polar tang is off.

you all keep up with him the best you could. all you get is a newspaper headlining doflamingo's resignation as a warlord, it's hard to get news on zou, apparently. it's fine though— because even if law had not promised that he'd make it back in one piece, make it back at all, you knew he was a good captain and death was not as kind enough to take him yet.

when law comes back to you, he's smaller in a way you can't fathom. it's strange only because you feel like you're finally seeing him for the first time— everything redundant peeled back, the flesh that he keeps up to continue as a captain pinned away, bones shaved down, muscles melted, and you were staring at law. if anyone else in the crew sees it, they don't mention it.

when you're allowed to, your arms wrap around his middle— pat down his back as if feeling for his body and slide your ear against his heart. it's a hug that's too tender and intimate, less excitable than the ones that his oldest friends have offered him and law has since become a stranger to this kind of touch. he feels like an imposter when he lets his arms circle around you.

you don't say anything to law during or after that, don't bother giving him ammunition to be able to rationalise, nitpick, and dissect your words into anything less than it is. you leave him with a hug and make him grasp at the meaning.

if law is there, hidden around a corner or behind a tree, when you sincerely thank luffy for bringing him back— half–alive and less of a vindictive existence— whether it's by design or not, he does not know. but he's thankful regardless, for not being forced to come face with it.

[silentiumdelirium]

Eddie’s heart racing and hands sweating when both Robin and Steve looked at him, now that they stopped screaming at eachother and remembered that he was with them in a room. The thing between Eddie and Steve was still very new so they hadn‘t really talked about what they were. Also Eddie had no idea when you should have THE TALK and just thought Steve would be the one to initiate it. Because Steve had definitely more expierence with realtionships than Eddie. Also more expierence with guys for that matter he had never been very secretive about it and now Eddie understands why. Wtf why havent they talked about that???

„Uhm steve but you do know that I‘m gay right?“ Eddie asks his voice sounding hoarse because of his dry mouth.

Steve looks at him completely bewiliderd. „What why did you not say something?“

Eddie almost laughs because this feels so surreal. „Well I thought I was pretty clear when I kissed you on the mouth with tongue!!!“ He screams and there are now tears in his eyes.

Steve just shrugs „Culd still be just a dude kiss u know?“ As if thats a totally normal thing to say.

„A dude kiss???“, Robin screams. „For fucks sake we really need to get that last jock braincell out of your head!!!“

Steve sighs und looks at them confused. „But how could I be gay? I mean I liked a lot of girls!“

Robin sounds like she wants to strangle him right and there while Eddie feels like he will pass out any second.

Finally Robin says: „Steve I know that but that still doesnt have to mean your straight maybe you just like both?“ She doesnt sound so sure either when Steve looks at her with big eyes.

„WHAT??? thats possible???“

Eddie cuts in because robin looks a bit lost herself:

„Yes Steve the word you‘re looking for is bisexual and I really dont wanna step into your sexuality crisis but I would like to know if you really like me or not because I for sure really like YOU so now I feel pretty dumb and obviously I don’t want to force you in a gay relationshio but I think then we have to stop with the kissing and sex stuff and just be friends again…“

„SEX STUFF???“, Robin just screams while Eddie rambles on.

„Eddie“, Steve stops his rambling and lays a hand on his shoulder. „Okay maybe I didn‘t really know what my sexuality is but I do know that I really like you and I like to kiss you very much and I love hanging out with you and falling asleep next to you and now that I think bout it this feels the same like when I had a crush on Nancy and I fucked that up real bad so I dont want to fuck this up with you okay?“

Eddie can now feel tears streaming down his face and he just gets out a sobbing „okay“ when Steve takes his face in both of his eyes and comes very close and whispers:

„Can I kiss you now? In like a very not straight way?“

Eddie sobs and grins: „fuck yeah!“

Their kiss is soft and salty full of both of their tears and Robin wants to scream at them but she can‘t because their so adroble. As soon as they let go of eachother, which takes a lifetime, Robin groans: „I can’t beliebe you had your first gay kiss when you were like twelve and now you even have your frist gay relationship and I havent even been kissed once ugh why I am friends with you!“ before she attacks steve and gives him a bone crushing hug.

Steve isn’t bisexual, he just engages in behaviors such as mutual masturbation and make out sessions with his male friends.

Steve discovers this is not normal when playing truth or dare and Robin asks who his first kiss was.

“Tommy.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“It’s Tommy?”

“You’re not straight?”

“Guys do that all the time, you don’t understand.”

“If you don’t like men, Steve, you don’t want to kiss them. Are you saying you have repeatedly engaged in homosexual behavior?”

“Uh”

“Have you kissed men or engaged in sexual behaviors with them?”

“I mean, what counts as sexual behavior?”

“It’s gay if you need clarification. I don’t need to know what happened, but you are not straight.”

“So, what have I been doing with Eddie?”

“WHAT THE- EDDIE?”

[kikiwie]

call me back? 𖦹 ˚.

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in which you get in a heated fight with the haikyuu boys, and it takes longer to reconcile than usual.

you didn't need to see his message appear on your screen. especially not after waking up.

after going days without speaking and feeling better, you were able to stop thinking about him so much. but now that he was reaching out, you felt as though all of your effort was gone.

he mentioned something along the lines of wanting to meet up and talk. you really couldn't look at it for too long or you might lose what little sanity you had.

this was the worst fight you’ve had in your relationship, and you didn’t know what to do. you knew you couldn’t be mad forever, but some things said did hurt, and you could admit you said things you shouldn’t have too.

you screamed into your pillow, and you didn’t know if it was from dread or something else you didn’t want to recognize. that you missed him more than you wanted to.

immediately you grabbed your phone and texted the group chat to ask if you should text him back fast or wait because you were not sane enough to handle this situation.

you, of course, ended up giving in after 2 minutes, which you didn’t even finish asking your friends. even if you tried not to give in, you knew you loved him too much for that.

(he would’ve seen you or sent a text earlier, but he didn’t know if you were still mad. he was tweaking because you were non verbal.)

suna, osamu, sakusa, kenma, tsukishima & kageyama.

the last thing you expected to happen today was to see him standing in front of your door. you felt horrible for him because he was so wet from the rain, but you were hesitant.

"what brings you here?" despite your best efforts to appear cold, your eyes betrayed you as you glanced at him. "not even going to invite me in?" when you glared at him, his attempt at a smile turned wary.

"i didn't ask you to come here.” he didn't like it when you crossed your arms. you felt so distant.

"i just had to see you. to talk. i really miss you, and i wasn't expecting for the fight to go to this.” with a sigh, you decided that it would be best to have that discussion inside.

he entered when you stepped aside. "come, i’ll get you some dry clothes and a towel." he agreed, and he followed you to your room to get one of the hundreds of sweatshirts and shirts he stored in your dresser.

shortly after, he changed and came back with the towel in his hair. he gave you a hug when your back was to him. “i’m really, really sorry. i promise i’ll do anything to make this better..” he kept rambling, and you knew you couldn’t be mad forever.

kuroo, iwaizumi, terushima, daisho, akaashi & semi.

he tried to be nonchalant about the whole situation. like it didn’t bother him at all. (he in fact did care. just in denial) that was until he realized it wasn’t one of those times where you’d fight and after a few hours you would talk it out after you’ve both cooled off.

nope, he was going insane. he tried calling you and texting you, but you weren’t answering. it was really messing with him and with his performance in whatever he was up to.

he’d stalk your socials sometimes to see if you were up to anything, but you weren’t giving him anything to stalk. now he was just getting worried. usually you would repost on tiktok or post on your spam, but nothing. just radio silence.

that was until a miracle happened. your mutual friends had decided on a night out and invited you both. that was his chance.

when he saw you, he tried not to run to you and shower you with kisses like he usually did. but at this point he was getting desperate.

being the hopeless man he is, he had to talk to you. to fix this and never fight with you again and shut up whenever you want him to.

let’s just say he almost got on his knees and begged for forgiveness because he couldn’t last another second without you by his side. (in a way that didn’t seem too desperate, of course.)

atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, tendo, futakuchi & koganegawa

they don’t fight with you. they get told to shut up, and they do. they get told to sit down, and they sit. (they just love you a lot)

tanaka, nishinoya, hinata, lev & yamamoto

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this was for funsies, might not be too accurate. hope you enjoyed either way. <3

[corroded-hellfire]

imagining luke comforting eliza about no longer being the baby of the family when the twins arrive🥺

I managed to merge this with some ideas I’ve had jotted down so thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: pregnant!reader

Words: 3k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The house has had an aura of chaos over it this past week. It’s only been this past week that you’ve been living in the house as well. You never thought moving would be so hard. When you moved into your apartment for college, you only needed to box up some things from your bedroom at home and lug your clothes over in a suitcase. Then, moving in with Eddie and the boys at their apartment was also a breeze. Most of the furniture didn’t need to come with you since Eddie had his own, so it was left to Jess, who stayed in the apartment. 

The move from the apartment to the last house was a little hectic, you have to admit. You’d only been responsible for your belongings before, but now there were four people who needed to get organized and packed up. When two of those people are Ryan and Luke Munson, it adds a whole other layer of insanity. Plus, that was the first time you needed to get a proper moving truck. It felt like your first real move as an adult, all the furniture coming along with you for the first time. 

But this latest move puts all of the others to shame. Packing up the house was especially rough when the ones who had to do it were a grown man who works a full-time job, a pregnant woman carrying twins who continually exhaust her, one teenage boy who seems to always be at SAT prep, another teenage boy who has a different sport’s practice every other day, and a feisty little girl who was very particular about which of her stuffed animals could go into boxes with other stuffed animals. Oliver the Otter and Penelope the Pig could not be close to each other, according to your daughter. Not until Oliver apologized for hurting Penelope’s feelings, anyway. 

The stress wore on each family member differently, in different degrees. Coping mechanisms–or lack thereof–also varied from person to person. School and all its extracurriculars and obligations kept both boys pretty occupied with other things. Especially Luke, since he could use any of his athletic endeavors to release any irritation or melancholy. The physical demands of Eddie’s job also gave him a good outlet to work out any stressors. Your husband tends to take on your stress, though, as he knows your body is already going through a lot before this whole moving ordeal. He makes a point of doing small things for you every day, like rubbing your back or running out to get the flavor of ice cream you’re craving. Occasionally, he’ll ask Ryan to make the ice cream run while he’s busy rubbing your back. Ryan doesn’t care one bit; he’s still in the glee stage after getting his license and being able to drive around on his own. 

The little girl in the house is too young to have any solid coping mechanisms. You try to give her as much attention as possible to get her through this stressful time, but you’re not physically able to do as much as you’d like. Her father and brothers do a great job whenever they’re home, though. Still, Eliza has her moments that seem so overwhelming. 

An unusually free Saturday afternoon for Luke allows him to stumble upon one of these times. He’s heading from the living room to the kitchen when he notices his little sister sitting on the top step of the staircase, her back to him. 

“What’s up, tiny-size Elize?” 

Luke comes to a halt when he sees his sister’s hunched shoulders. The carefree smile slips off his face as he leans in closer and sees her hugging her tight-clad knees to her chest. Her head is bowed, and her curls are falling against her cheeks. 

“Hey…” He trots down a few steps so he can sit on the top stair right next to her. Now that Luke can see her face, he takes in her pinched frown and furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head brusquely, wild halo of curls bouncing with the motion. Her silence only adds to Luke’s concerns. The words “Eliza” and “silent” are never used in the same sentence without a “not” in between them. 

“Is it the new house?” Luke tries. 

Again, she shakes her head. Luke twists his lips to the side as he tries to come up with other possible irritants. 

“Is one of your stuffies missing again?”

He knew that would get a head shake even before she made the motion—there would have been colossal tears if a beloved stuffy was lost. 

“Daddy or Mama say something that upset you?”

Shake of the head. 

“Did Ryan do something? Wait—did I?”

Another shake of the head and Luke sighs. 

“Does it have something to do with the babies?”

Luke doesn’t think she’s going to respond at first. There’s a long moment of hesitation before Eliza finally nods her head. 

“What is it?” Luke asks. “What’s bothering you about the babies?”

Eliza turns her head and looks up at her big brother with wide, worried eyes. Luke can’t remember the last time she seemed so concerned or downtrodden. 

“I’m not gonna be the baby no more.” There’s a slight wobble in her voice. 

“Ah.” Luke nods in understanding. “What about it makes you sad?”

The little girl lets out a deflated sigh, and her arms fall to her sides.

“I like being the baby! I don’t wanna be a big sister, I wanna be the little one.”

“Hey, c’mere.” He wraps his arm around her shoulders and jostles her gently. “You’ll always be my little sister. And Ryan’s.”

“But I won’t be the baby,” she sighs. 

“Well, no.” Luke gnaws on his bottom lip, now at a loss. He wracks his brain trying to think of something comforting to say to her before she can stew too long in the thought. His back straightens as an obvious memory comes back to him. “I know how you feel. I was the baby before you came along.”

Eliza’s brow furrows, and an adorable pout puckers her lips.

“You didn’t want me to be born?” Her voice shakes, and it sparks a panic in her older brother’s mind.

“What? No! I mean, of course, I wanted you to be born.” Luke leans in and squeezes her against his side. “You remember how excited you were when you realized there were gonna be new babies? I was just as excited when I learned you were going to be born. Maybe more! You know, Ryan and I actually asked for a little brother or sister years before you came around.”

“Really?” The fear in her eyes has faded into interest, and Luke internally sighs in relief. 

“Really.” He nods. “I couldn’t wait for you to be here. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t get kind of sad about not being the baby anymore. I had been the youngest for, like, ten years.”

“That’s long time.”

“I know,” Luke agrees. “As excited as I was for you to be born, it was still a big change and change is scary. Like moving to this house and now having two new babies around is change and it’s scary. Right?”

Eliza nods, letting her body slump against her brother’s.

“And I know you’re excited for the twins even if you don’t like the idea of not being the baby anymore. Huh?”

“Yeah,” she agrees. 

“And you’ll see, soon you won’t be able to imagine your life without the twins. I can’t imagine my life if you hadn’t been born. It would be so boring!”

That brings a small smile to Eliza’s face. There’s the adoration she knows and loves.

“And I think you’re kind of lucky,” Luke continues. “You’re going to be the only one who has two older siblings and two younger siblings.”

“I get to be a little sister and a big sister,” she says softly. 

“Yes! It’s kind of like a club you and I get to be in.” Luke nudges her playfully. “I guess technically whichever twin is born first will also have an older and a younger sibling too, but it’s mostly just you and me! We’re the coolest ones.”

“I thought twins was born at the same time,” Eliza says, confusion pinching her cherubic face. 

“I mean…yeah.” Luke taps the fingers on his right hand against the step he’s sitting on. How does he explain this without getting into where babies come from? He can’t even fathom the reactions from you and Eddie if Eliza started asking questions about the birds and the bees because of him. “They’re born very close together,” Luke tries. “Like, Ryan was born two years before me. But the twins will be born minutes apart. And they’re in Mama’s belly at the same time.”

“So,” Eliza starts, her mind trying to put the pieces together, “you and Ryan weren’t in Mama’s belly at the same time?”

“Well, remember, we weren’t in Mama’s belly. Ryan and I were born to someone else. But no, Ryan and I weren’t in her belly at the same time.”

“Right.”

Luke thanks God she doesn’t continue down that road either. She knows the basics of how her older brothers were born to a different mom, but it’s just a part of her normal everyday life that it hasn’t occurred to her that this doesn’t happen in every family. 

“Oh!” A thought pops into Luke’s head. “Remember when we went to get Patch for the first time? How there were lots of puppies there with their mom?”

“Yeah. Five.”

“So, all of those puppies were like the twins. All born together but not at the exact same time.”

“What if Mama has five babies in her belly?” 

Eliza’s eyes are as wide as they can physically be, Luke thinks. He laughs and shakes his head.

“I don’t think so,” he says. “Remember we saw the picture of the babies in Mama’s tummy? And there were only two?”

“Oh yeah. Why I don’t have a twin?”

“Because God knew we couldn’t handle that,” he jokes, chuckling at her furrowed brow. “Because twins don’t happen a lot. It’s like when we go to the pizza place, and you put the quarters in the gumball machine. You always want the purple one, but most times you get other colors.”

“So…I’m the pink gumball then.”

“Yes!” Luke breathes a sigh of relief that his analogy made sense to her. He didn’t have another one in his back pocket ready to go. “And I’m the blue one and Ryan is the green. Sometimes those ones come out, and sometimes the purple does. Sometimes there’s one baby and sometimes there’s two.”

“Like Chip and Dale,” Eliza says. 

“Or Zack and Cody.”

“It gonna be two boys?”

“We don’t know,” Luke answers with a shrug. “Could be two boys, two girls, or one of each.”

“Thing One and Thing Two!”

“Phil and Lil! Wait. Oh my God, I think I have to tell the old folks about that one because I love it.” Luke grins. 

“I told Mama if there’s a girl, she should be named Aurora like Sleeping Beauty,” Eliza says. 

“Ooh, I like this game.” Luke picks Eliza up and sits her in his lap so he can lean against the stair railing. “Ryan picked out your name so we should come up with some good ones for the twins.”

“Yes!” Excitement brightens the four-year-old’s face, and she clasps her hands together under her chin. “Aurora and Ariel!”

“Are all of these names going to be princesses?” He quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Maybe.” She shrugs, a devious little smile growing on her face. 

“What about the princes? Philip and Charming? Or Beast!” Luke’s hands wrap around Eliza’s middle, and he digs his fingers into her ribs. She squeals in laughter and squirms around on his lap.

The shrill noise has you popping your head out of the laundry room to see what’s going on. The sight of the two siblings laughing together makes your heart as warm as the clothes you’re pulling out of the dryer. You load up the laundry basket and hold it on your hip as you approach the two.

“What’s going on here?” 

“We thinking of names for the twins!” Eliza kneels on Luke’s thighs to look at you properly. The pain makes Luke wince, and he lifts the small girl off of him.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a chuckle. 

“Yeah!” Eliza taps her chin in thought as she takes one step up to be on the level floor with you. “Tweedledee and Tweedledum!”

“Nah,” Luke says as he pushes himself up to his feet. “Dad calls me and Ryan that.”

Eliza huffs and you shake your head in amusement.

“Okay, well, come help me fold these clothes and I’ll listen to your ideas.”

Both of your children follow you to your room where you dump the clean laundry out onto your bed. Eliza climbs up on your side of the bed and crawls over to the warm pile. You know that whatever she folds will need to be refolded, but you appreciate her effort. Luke snatches up one of his own t-shirts as he stands at the foot of the bed.

“I like Phil and Lil,” your son tells you. 

“Hmm, what? Your dad doesn’t call you guys ‘Rugrats’ enough already?”

“They’re great names,” Luke defends with a shrug. “Or you can go more formal with Philip and Lillian.” 

“Philip and Charming!” Eliza echoes her brother’s previous joke.

“Thief,” Luke says. “Oh! What about Luke and Leia?”

When your fourteen-year-old looks at you with pure excitement in his eyes, you put down the maternity dress you're folding and stare at him. The expression doesn’t leave his face, so you raise an eyebrow. He raises his eyebrows in return, in question of why you’re staring at him.

“Luke. You want to name them Luke and Leia?”

His eyes fall closed, and his hand comes up to smack against his forehead. Eliza is so tickled by her brother’s blunder that her small body falls against your pillows from laughing so hard. 

“No one tells Dad or Ryan.” Luke’s jaw tightens as his eyes burn into yours, then Eliza’s. 

“Tells me what?” Eddie asks as he strolls into the room. He takes in his son’s pink cheeks, his daughter burying her face into the bed to smother her ferocious giggles, and his wife biting her lip to keep from laughing herself. “What’d Luke do?”

“Nothing,” the boy answers instantly.

“It’s what he said!” Eliza squeals.

Luke throws an Indianapolis Colts hoodie at her, which covers most of her body. 

“Anyway,” Luke announces, voice loud and strained. 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, and you subtly nod your head at him, letting him know you’ll fill him in later. Little does Luke know that his father made the very same error a few weeks ago when discussing baby names. They really are the same person.

“We’re coming up with names for the twins.” Luke hopes the reminder will get Eliza back on track. 

“What? Like, Mary-Kate and Ashley?” Eddie asks, picking a pair of jeans out of the laundry pile.

“Who?” Eliza asks as she pokes her head out from under the cerulean sweatshirt. 

“Jesus, way to make me feel old,” Luke groans. 

“What about Fred and George?” you joke.

“Oh, are we going to have ginger siblings?” Luke asks in an exaggerated British accent. 

Eliza gasps and flops back against the few items of clothes that she’s “folded.”

“They’ll look like Mia!” she squeaks out. “Or Aunt Max!”

“All redheads don’t look alike, you know.” Now you toss something at your daughter, her own pink skirt plopping down right on her face. 

“I know!” She yanks the article of clothing away so she can tilt her head to stick her tongue out at you. You reply in kind, which makes Eliza smile. 

“Name them Wanda and Pietro,” Luke suggests, struggling to fold the bath towel in his arms. 

“Who?” Eliza asks again.

“They’re superheroes!” Luke explains. 

“Which ones?” Eddie asks, his forehead scrunching as he tries to remember the names. He feels as if he’s failing in his nerd knowledge.

“Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.”

“Scarlet is the first thing to come out of your mouth that I actually like,” you say. 

“Oop, let me add that to the list.” Eddie finishes folding the pair of boxers in his hands before pulling out the top drawer of his nightstand. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he takes out a notepad and a pen. He scribbles something about halfway down the paper.

“What’s that?” Luke asks.

“We’ve got a list of names going,” you explain. 

“We’ve got a bunch here since we don’t know if we’ll need two boys’ names, two girls’ names, or one of each,” Eddie adds.

“Is Aurora on there?” Eliza pushes herself up onto her knees and cranes her neck in an attempt to see what’s written on the paper—never mind that she is just learning how to read. 

“Yes, it is.” Eddie turns the pad around and taps the name with the pen to prove it to your daughter. 

“Good.” She nods in approval. 

From your bedroom at the end of the hall, you hear the front door squeak open. The jangle of Patch’s leash lets you know it’s Ryan home from walking the dog. Though he’s still a puppy, Patch’s paws have grown to give you a glimpse of how big he’ll be when he’s full-grown. Those large paws make a racket as they thump up the staircase and towards your room. Having the advantage of a running start, Patch leaps into the air the moment he passes the threshold into your room. He lands smack dab in the middle of the clean clothes, sending stray items everywhere. 

Eliza laughs and lurches forward to bury her face in Patch’s fur. Still worked up from his walk, Patch doesn’t stay still for the display of affection. He spins around and licks all over Eliza’s face. Her laugh only becomes louder as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

Eddie chuckles and drapes an arm across your shoulders. 

“Can you believe we’re adding twins to this circus?” he asks. 

Though the question was pointed at you, Luke answers.

“No, I can’t. What were you two thinking?”

[into-deepspace]

hi there! i saw you are taking requests hehe So i have this idea, how would the Lads guys (in specific Sylus) react to your past situationships, lets suppose you just happen to mention your last romantic interest and the way he treated you before him and he's truly horrified and like ''did you really allowed that? sweetie, why? that's absolutely, no, not acceptable.'' bc obviously he is better and treats us as royalty, he would be horrified to find out the audacity some man have hahahaha if this is something you are comfortable with i would love to know your take on this, thank u so muchhh, mwa

hiiii oh my goodness tysm for the ask!! this is such a interesting premise, i've just written sylus's part for now but i have ideas (and some rough drafts hehe) for the other guys' parts that i hope to post in the next few days 🥰 so, without further ado:

sylus vs your (not-so-stellar) past relationships

690 words, mc/sylus, mini-fic format, mentions of (past) over-controlling relationships, they/them pronouns for MC, MC is described as wearing a dress, no smut but Sylus does get a lil handsy with it oops

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MC frowns at themselves in the mirror.

They don't look bad. Truly, they look good. Great, even, in the dress they'd picked out for tonight's auction. No doubt about it, the fabric hugs and flares in all the right places. It could be described as show-stopping, truly, with the way it suits them so nicely.

But, at the same time, it's clear that MC has some slightly different proportions to the online model. It doesn't affect how the dress fits, or how good it looks but it does affect how much of certain pieces of skin are showing. They run their fingers along the edges of the fabric, trying to pull a bit, wondering if half an hour is enough time to procure some fashion tape and tug the dress around so that the coverage is just a bit more... well, covering.

There's a knock at the door, more an announcement than a true request for entrance, and then Sylus is striding into the room, his neat suit jacket draped over one shoulder like a cape. He clasps an expensive-looking watch onto his wrist as he crosses the floor, smiling as his eyes drag up and down MC's figure.

"I was going to ask if you're ready," he comments with a quiet smile and a glint in his eye, as he steps up behind them and drapes his arms around their waist, "but now I'm not sure if I want to leave the house at all..." MC flushes, gaze breaking from the mirror and dropping to the floor.

"Yeah," they manage, breath tight in their chest, both from having him so close and from preemptive nervousness regarding any comments about their choice of dress. "This isn't super- uh- public-appropriate." Their gaze darts back up just in time to watch Sylus raise an eyebrow.

Once again, Sylus's eyes rake up and down their body, this time less of a flirtatious look and more of a genuine search. His thumbs brush gentle, idle circles over MC's hips.

"I don't see why it's not," he says, and MC almost believes him with how genuine it sounds. "Look," he says, tracing the lines of the dress with the smirk of a man that knows exactly what he's doing. "All the exclusive parts are covered, aren't they?" MC can feel their cheeks burn warmer.

"I mean- well, yeah," they choke out. "But... come on, I'm not stupid." They look up at Sylus in the mirror, trying their hardest to not think about the pleasant weight of his hands on their waist, not right now. "Not like I haven't had a boyfriend before. I know how guys think." Sylus's shoulders straighten a bit, and a slightly more serious expression crosses his face.

"Oh? Do you?" he says. "Enlighten me, then." MC huffs, feeling remarkably like an animal in a trap.

"You know. People don't like it when their partners, well, parade themselves around. I'm not stupid. I know this is a little too much to be wearing out and about."

Sylus gives a few slow blinks, then lets out a measured breath. He searches their face in their reflection for a moment, as if trying to figure out just what's going on. Finally, with a soft, serious voice, he speaks.

"I don't know what sort of insecure boys you've dated in the past," he says with distaste, "but I don't find myself in the business of telling my partner what they can and cannot wear." One of his hands moves to their jaw and cups their face, gently turning their gaze from the mirror to him. With a unique softness, he presses a grazing kiss to their lips.

"So," Sylus continues, "unless you yourself are uncomfortable with the amount of skin you are currently showing, I think it would be best to go ahead and get your shoes on so that we can begin our evening."

Well. MC's face splits into a relieved, grateful smile — they aren't about to argue with that. They relax a bit, leaning against Sylus as they gaze up at him over their shoulder.

"Sounds good," they breathe. Sylus smiles back.

"Good."

[venusbyline]

Hear me out! Just hear me out!

Alicent sending Teen! Innocent! Sister to Oldtown to receive proper training in being a Lady of the Realm and Wife. ( so they have to be apart for a year ) And Teen! Aegon being so desperate for his Teen! Innocent! Sister when she returns, with still a month before they can marry, that the little pervert leaves her ‘gifts’.

Cumming in her panties, humping her pillow, leaving books about consummation on her bed, cum soaked small clothes, lacy chemises that he wants her to ‘wear’ for their wedding night, etc.

Like a sick twisted cat leaving a dead animal as a gift.

But, when she brushes it off / ignores it as she’s been taught it’s ‘improper’ to retaliate or acknowledge it as a Lady / his future wife. He takes it further, dangling over the ledge of improper and proper etiquette while in public.

Accidentally brushing against her when walking past - even though there is plenty of room, hugging her from behind - only to subtly grind against her when she kneels down to pray in the Sept, whispering all the sick and twisted things he’s gonna do to her when they marry in her ear.

 What do you think?

Oh Gods that was sooo hot, I love it. Honestly, I'm so obsessed with teen!Aegon being a disgusting pervert or a pathetic whiny boy.

Pls guys keeping sending me your horny thoughts about HOTD characters!!! 🔥🔥

⚠️: Targcest (older brother/younger sister), underage dry humping, exhibitionism, dubcon, virginity kink, corruption kink, young!Aemond mentioned.

I admit I do not think teen!Aegon's patience would last long. He is been without his little sister for a whole year, having to settle with just fucking whores and forcing himself on random servants. Now that she is finally back, he NEEDS her so much. Poor boy just wants to fuck her virgin cunt until she cries and squirts all over, but the sweet girl is being even more stubborn and prudish than before, and Aegon gets so mad at Alicent because of that.

When his sister simply ignores all of his perverted gifts, Aegon stops trying to convince her and starts acting dirtier. He will caress his sister's inner thigh under the table during family dinners, even when she looks at him so confused and innocent. He will rub his hardness against her body when they are near each other, ignoring the embarrassed looks from the servants and the way she tries to push him away, or even the disgusted and frightened look on Aemond's face when he walks into his older brother's chambers and sees him cumming in one of his dear sister's underwear to give back to her later — Aegon had to convince Aemond not to tell their mother or Ser Criston. Actually, Aegon convinced the stubborn younger boy with an agreement that he could even let Aemond eat their sister out after Aegon was already married to her. Now, little Aemond is a mix of shyness and arousal, so excited for this day too.

Anyway, Aegon soon loses the brief of control he had left when he goes looking for his younger sister and finds her kneeling and praying in the Sept. Fuck, he wants to rip that green dress of hers and take her right there, so the Seven can see that plump little cunt blooding and dripping onto the sacred ground. Aegon does not care about the good manners she learned in Oldtown; he does not want a religious puritanical wife like their mother. He takes advantage of her distraction during the prayers to kneel right behind the innocent frame, his slender fingers covering her pretty mouth before she can scream at the sudden touches. The smell of lit candles increases Aegon's arousal even more. The boy looks like a hound, rubbing himself against the young princess, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I should fuck you right here, sweet sister. For all the Gods to see me take your innocence..." Aegon growls the whispered dirties, feeling his long silver hair getting sweaty, hips humping her from behind. He uses his free hand to lift the silk green dress, enjoying the pleasure of her warm skin against his. She whines muffled protests, however, the older one just ignores her pleas for a while. "I have tried to be patient with you. But I cannot wait any longer, I want to fuck you until your tight cunt is all raw, reddish and dripping with my seed. I am going to get you pregnant even before our wedding ceremony."

Maybe he could have really done all of those things? Of course. But I bet his heart softened a little when she started begging, crying his name like a innocent child. Then, despite the frustration, Aegon limited himself to continuing to rub his thick cock against his sister's ass, squeezing her breasts over her clothes. The boy takes the opportunity to cum on her soft skin, slapping her buttocks and kneading the flesh there afterwards, a silence but sick promise that even if he will control himself to wait one more week, he will fuck the girl all the time after they are officially married.

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 6/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally's reunion brings past regrets and unwelcome visitors. Word Count: 2.7k Author's Note: So, I got sick and I got depressed and it took me a little while to get here, but thank you to everyone for being so patient with me waiting on the next update!

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The aftermath of visiting your scar still weighed heavily on your mind days later. Wally had done everything in his power to help you, but you knew there was only so much he could do for you. The only person who could help you come to terms with what you suffered was you.  

And you just weren’t ready yet. 

It didn't help that Mr. Martin had found a way to jump into a body and escape the school. Now, there was no way to know if he would ever be back or if he was going after Janet. Maddie was worried about her friends and if she would ever manage to get her body back. All of you were worried about Janet and Maddie, since Mr. Martin posed the greatest threat to both. Everyone had been trying to theorize what Mr. Martin wanted with the keys and the scars, but no one knew enough to try to fit all the puzzle pieces together yet.  

Now, you were sitting at a table that had been set out for Wally's reunion. He was so psyched about it that you hated you were having a hard time pulling yourself out of your misery. Even though Wally had assured you over and over and showed you just how much he cared about you, you still couldn't shake the insecurity you felt every time you saw Wally and Maddie interact. It also didn't help that your mind was consumed with what happened in your scar.  

The others had been careful around you. It wouldn't have been so weird if Rhonda hadn't been practically gentle with you. Rhonda was usually the type to not sugarcoat anything. The fact that she was trying to comfort you felt odd, but you didn't know how to tell Rhonda that she was freaking you out. She was a good friend, and you knew she would always have your back, but you didn't know how to handle a different side of her.  

You had also managed to catch the end of an argument between Wally and Rhonda not long after you sought out the others once you were ready to leave the tech booth. Charley had pulled you aside, asking if everything was alright. Quinn had surprised you with a hug and Maddie had wondered why you went into your scar. You couldn't tell her it was because of how jealous you got seeing her with Wally, so you only shrugged your shoulders and returned the nod of solidarity Yuri aimed at you. 

As you walked back towards Wally and Rhonda, you overheard what Rhonda was telling him.  

"--you have any idea how that feels? She went into her scar because you ran after Maddie." 

"I know, I know," Wally assured Rhonda. "Don't you think I feel terrible enough about that without you here busting my ass over it?" 

Rhonda pulled the ever-present lollipop out of her mouth and pointed it at Wally. "Just think about what you're doing next time. Maybe instead of running off and playing around in the pool with another girl, you bring your girlfriend with you." 

"Maddie and I were just blowing off steam," Wally defended himself. "I would never do anything to hurt Y/N." 

"And yet you did," Rhonda pointed out with an arched brow. She brushed past Wally, leaving you to finally finish approaching him.  

Wally's eyes lit up once he noticed you. "Hey, how about we get out of here, huh? I think we've earned some time just the two of us. They've had enough of us for now. I want you all to myself," he told you before he tugged you forward into a kiss.  

It didn't take you long to realize that Rhonda's words must have struck a chord, because he was practically glued to your side after she spoke to him.  

You thought maybe Rhonda was being a little too harsh on Wally. But once the adrenaline had faded, you found it hard to stay positive. Quinn said you were in a funk, but you just felt downright depressed. Reliving your death had been hard on you and you were having a difficult time shaking all the negative thoughts and feelings that had risen since confronting it.  

Now, you were sitting in the library where the reunion was being held and trying to find the energy to be excited for Wally.  

Rhonda and Quinn were off to the side, talking about something you couldn't overhear. Charley was sitting on the stairs leading up to where the DJ booth had been set up while Wally flipped through records that had been left in a crate. You didn't know where Yuri or Maddie were, but you figured they would show up eventually.  

You listened to the others talking, not really paying enough attention to discern what they were speaking about and even managed to bring up a reluctant smile hearing Wally sass Rhonda after mentioning something about a girdle.  

"Oh, shit!" You heard Wally exclaim, abruptly forcing you out of your thoughts as he pulled a record out of the crate. "No way," he breathed as he brought up the record to show it off. "David Bowie. Y'all! We are so back," he said before he bounded up the stairs towards the turntable.  

You met Rhonda's gaze and caught her rolling her eyes, but you noticed the hint of a smile on her lips. Even when she was annoyed with Wally, she couldn't quite resist his infectious enthusiasm.  

Wally put the record on, letting Bowie's 'Let's Dance' fill the room. Wally's routine was something you had grown accustomed to over the years. Usually, you joined in, finding joy in Wally's excitement and letting yourself get easily roped in to the dance. But this time, you just weren't feeling it and that only made you feel worse.  

Still, Wally tried, pointing at you and pretending to try to reel you in, but you stayed in your seat, refusing to move. You felt a pang of guilt when you noticed his obvious disappointment, but he turned towards Charley, silently respecting your wish to be left alone. It didn't take long before Charley was going through the moves Wally had coached you all through years before, a delighted grin on his face as he danced.  

While Wally worked through his routine, you noticed the way his attention kept straying back to you. It was like he was checking in on you and the thought brought a slight smile to your lips. Even when he was having the time of his life, he was still worried about you.  

You were content to sit at the table, your chin propped up on your hand while you watched him dance. You weren’t surprised that it was lifting your spirits to see Wally so in his element. You couldn't help but think that if he hadn't been thrown into football, then maybe he would have enjoyed being a theater kid.  

You watched Rhonda and then Quinn join the dance. Rhonda never missed a step, but while Quinn was new to the routine, her eagerness to be part of the group more than made up for it.  

Any sense of lingering despair was swept away when you watched the way Wally spun away from the group. He was still moving to the music, but he had deviated from his usual routine. He threw in a slide where he usually had a hip thrust and a shoulder shimmy where he would have moonwalked. He threw a smirk and a wink in your direction, and it was then you realized that this year Wally wasn't dancing for himself.  

He was dancing for you.  

That more than anything had you finally getting out of your seat. You caught the delighted grin on Wally's face before he reached a hand out towards you. You let yourself put your hand in his, letting out a surprised laugh when he immediately reeled you in only to spin you out again. He kept his grip on your hand tight, like he was worried you would try to leave, before he pulled you back towards him.  

His lips met yours, the kiss turning desperate and intense within a moment. All you could do was hold on, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as Wally poured everything he had into the kiss.  

It was fear and despair and joy and want. It swept you along with everything Wally had been trying to show you for days now.  

It was love.  

"Fuck," you gasped when you turned your head to the side to break the kiss.  

You felt his smirk against the side of your face. "Later," he promised, hiding a kiss against the skin beneath your ear.  

"That was awesome!" Quinn exclaimed, drawing your attention. "You do that every year?" She directed at Rhonda, a grin on her face.  

"Every year," Rhonda drawled, shooting a look at Wally that was equal parts annoyed and fond.  

"We should go again," Quinn decided, already bounding towards the DJ setup to restart the song.  

“Quinn,” Rhonda groaned, following her like she was thinking about stopping her.  

Later, you dressed up for Wally's big night and met him at the doors of the library.  

"Damn," Wally sighed, looking you up and down. "How'd I get so lucky?" 

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to tell him that if anyone was lucky, it was you. "Sap," you accused, because you didn't know how else to respond.  

Wally grinned at you and held his arm out, letting you hook your hand around his elbow. "Before I forget," he said, reaching out to open the door. "We're playing wingman for Charley." 

"Charley?" You asked, surprised that he was finally making his move. "Yuri?" You guessed, thinking of all the times Charley blushed around Yuri and how he couldn't keep his eyes off him.  

"Yup," Wally answered, leading you into the library. "Promised not to let him embarrass himself. So, I might need your help running interference later."  

"Got it," you agreed, offering him a tentative smile. Wally's dance and the promise of a date night had gone a long way towards lifting your mood, but you were still trying to shake the last vestiges of sadness that still clung to you.  

Wally leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before he led you into the library.  

You let Wally get you a glass of punch and watched him reunite with some of his former classmates. He looked so happy to be remembered by the class of '84 that you almost didn't realize anything was wrong at first. You had been in the middle of talking Charley up to Yuri, even though you were sure from the way Yuri looked at Charley that it was completely unnecessary.  

It took you entirely too long to realize what the two guys were saying about Wally. Wally's crestfallen expression was enough to get you at his side. You also didn't miss the way Charley was carefully not looking at Wally.  

"Look, it's alright," Charley told Wally when he tried to apologize. "It was forty years ago. You don't have to be sorry." 

"But--" Wally started, before Yuri placed a hand on Charley's shoulder.  

"How about a dance?" He asked, nodding towards the couples who had taken over the space in front of the stage. A slow song was playing and the couples were all swaying along to the melody.  

"Okay, yeah, I'd love that," Charley answered, handing you his drink before letting Yuri lead him towards the dance floor.  

Wally kept glancing at Charley and Yuri, as if he was worried something bad would happen. You knew that Wally had been a different person when he was alive. But the Wally you knew now wasn't anything like him. He had grown and started to accept that he didn't have to only see himself as the guy he was before he died. The fact he was obviously so torn up over his past actions was testament to that.  

You were briefly distracted by Mr. Anderson showing up to wreak havoc on a reunion full of people who couldn't even see him. When you glanced back at Charley and Yuri, it was to see Charley putting distance between them.  

You weren't sure why Charley looked so distressed, but when he pulled away from Yuri and walked away, you tried to find out what was wrong.  

"Hey," you called, turning to look at Charley as he passed you. "What's wrong?" 

"It's just...," he sighed before he shook his head and walked away. His jaw was clenched, and you noticed how tensed his shoulders were. Yuri looked just as lost as you felt when you glanced back at him.  

Wally watched Charley leave the library. He looked worried, but he stayed rooted to the spot, even though it was obvious he wanted to go after him.  

"Wally," you whispered, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.  

Wally turned to look at you. "Babe, I'm not like that anymore," he promised, gesturing towards the guys who were now commenting on the woman who was announcing something onstage. "I would never hurt Charley. I would never let anyone hurt him. I'd beat the shit out of them for laying a finger on him." 

"I know," you assured him, letting your hand find his to hold onto. "Charley knows that too." 

"But, I guess," Wally continued, glancing again at the guys who had brought up Wally's past. "I guess I was that guy. And that's how they remember me. I was no better than the people who hurt Charley." 

"You've changed," you reminded him. "You're one of the best people I've ever met and that's for a reason, Wally." 

Wally nodded his head, but he still looked like he was struggling with himself.  

"Go find Charley," you urged him. "I think you two need to talk this out." You knew that Charley would need a friend now more than anything and Wally needed to prove to himself that he could be that friend.  

Wally looked unsure and still didn't budge.  

"It'll be fine," you promised him. "Trust me," you added, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  

Wally nodded his head, offering you an unsure smile, before he left in search of Charley.  

"You're good for him," Yuri observed.  

You startled, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You're good for Charley," you shot back. "He just gets a little nervous. Give him time." 

Yuri nodded his head, looking thoughtful. "I've got time," he assured you before taking Charley's drink back from you.  

You watched Yuri take a sip of the drink. "You know if you ever hurt him, though, I'll kill you. Forget that, Wally will kill you." 

It wasn't much of a threat when you were all already dead. But Charley was your friend and you would do anything for him. He deserved happiness and if Yuri was the one who could provide it for him, then you wanted to make sure it stuck. 

"I know," Yuri claimed, "but he won't have to. I only want what's best for Charley."  

"Good," you told him. "Keep it that way."  

You were going to ask Yuri if he wanted to see how Wally and Charley were doing when your attention was caught by someone across the room. She was leaving the library, slipping out of the room with a quick look over her shoulder.  

 It took you a moment to recognize her, but when you did, you felt like the whole world had stopped. Suddenly, your hands were shaking and you felt like everything was collapsing around you. It had been years since you saw her, but you knew you would never forget that face. 

You felt your mind race in several different directions as you found yourself rushing to follow her. Yuri called your name, but you ignored him. You didn’t know why she was here, but all you could think about was figuring out the reason. You wanted her out, gone, but there wasn’t much you could do about that now that you were dead. 

As you left the library in pursuit of her, there were really only three questions you desperately needed answered on your mind. 

Why the hell would she come back?  

How could she show her face here after what she did?  

And lastly, did she feel any remorse for killing you?  

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For the mating press march,what about Ferrus being a bit jealous so he made a necklace to his girlfriend?

I'm gonna keep it real with you. I have a hard time with Ferrus, so he's probably ooc in this. But I needed him to be jealous for the prompt so I had to. Day 27 Year 2: Warnings: Possessive behavior, trust issues, Ferrus basically putting a collar on you that you can't take off. Mentions of sex but nothing spicy spicy

Word count:2707

Fingers traced over your delicate throat as you slept, cool and metallic, your body instinctively trusted the sensation of the metal digits. Why would it not? They belonged to the man you loved and trusted. But Ferrus was not at ease as he looked down at the peaceful expression on your face. If anything it only made him angrier. That you should rest so well after what you had done, even if unknowingly. With great care he lifted your head from your pillow and slid the necklace he'd made around your throat. It had taken him all day to make, it had to be just right. The band of leather, which wasn't really leather but a highly durable synthetic replication, was a tiny marvel of engineering. Inside was a system that kept tabs, heart-rate, temperature and location would all be fed into a system he could check at any point he wished. Part of him regretted that it had come to this. But he felt he had no choice. He joined the two edges together, which when they met the metals bound to one another, welding the two ends for a permanent fit. It also made the insignia of his legion. Now everyone who saw it would know that you were his and that did ease his mind. As he thought back to the day prior his blood felt hot, he hadn't settled yet from the anger inside. Like an overheated forge it would take longer than most men for him to cool his temper. Fulgrim had stopped for a visit. He had been happy to know his closest brother would be close by again. But that was when the trouble had started. You ran to hug him, just as delighted to see Fulgrim as ever. He didn't know why that burned him so terribly, but it had not been helped by Fulgrim's careless joking. "Oh If I had found her first Ferrus, I am afraid it is you who would be the brother in law." The phoenician had laughed, mirthful in his teasing. Ferrus's teeth ground at the idea. You were his. And it nettled him so terribly to see you sitting there, smiling and making jokes and just getting on with his handsome brother.

Even if you had never made Ferrus feel unattractive, he knew that most would prefer his brother over him, after all he was the Gorgon.

You rolled over in your sleep, pressing your cheek into his metal digits and he felt such a sudden and terrible guilt. It had to be done. It was not enough for others to simply know, they had to see.

He bent low to kiss your lips. His manhood jumped at the soft whisper of a moan. You could ruin this man with only a sound and you weren't even consciously doing it.

He slid into bed behind you and ran his hand down your body, groping the softest parts of you as he did. You mumbled something, and began to stir. He waited with bated breath as you rose slowly from your slumber.

"Good morning." You mumbled still half asleep, and Ferrus pressed his cheeks to yours. You giggled and pressed back. As you moved you felt the tug of the choker and you hand shot up to touch the band. "What's this?" You asked, shocked and now very much more alert. "A gift." He said simply. "You are mine and I want everyone to know this at a glance." You touched the band again, and felt the metal at the front. You wiggled out of the bed and went to the vanity where you kept some of your personal effects. It was a pretty thing. All black leather and the clasp was silver, or at the very least the parts you could see looked to be silver. "Do you like it?" He asked and you were shocked by the question. "Yes it's very beautiful, thank you." There was an odd feeling churning in your gut as you looked at it. You ran a finger between your throat and the band, tugging at it. It didn't budge. "I had considered waiting till you awoke to explain, but I allowed myself a moment of impatience. Forgive me." It wasn't a question, and that surprised you as well. "Ferrus, is everything okay?" This wasn't like him. Of course he'd made you many gifts in your time together, but the choker wasn't coming off.

He stood from the bed and padded towards you. His hands reach for your shoulders. "I intended for it to be an engagement gift." It wasn't a lie, this was how he intended to show the universe that you belonged to him from now on. "Engagement?" You squeaked. The worry and panic drove from your mind as he took your much smaller hand in his. "If you would honor me with your hand in marriage I would be forever joyful." He kissed your palm and fingers. "Yes! Of course!" You practically jumped him, kissing his lips over and over as he held you. "Very good, I will begin preparations for our impending nuptials then." You held onto him and pressed your face against his. He was your iron giant and you did love him deeply. You felt foolish for having doubted him for even a moment. And surely he would remove it if you asked that of him.

Ferrus carried you back to the bed and set you down. Stepping back to remove his massive shirt and pants. You began to tug at your nightgown but he stopped you before you could. "Stay dressed for now." He reached down and touched your chin softly with one gigantic metal finger. "I will remove it myself." He purred. "Very well my lord." You replied, taking his cool hand and kissing it. Ferrus's silver eyes fluttered shut at the gentle touch, of all the affections you imparted on him. He loved the softest ones the most.

You spent the morning in his chambers. He was pleased that you hadn't questioned the necklace after. Though it may have been difficult given how thoroughly he fucked you. Even as he sat in his workshop, the general outline of the celebration laying open on his desk his cock hardened at the memory of you, splayed out under him, chest bouncing as he fucked you, the emblem of his legion shining at your throat. You were his.

He took scraps of precious metals that he'd set aside and began to work on a set of rings. The movement of his work easing his mind further.

The day drew closer more quickly than expected. And much to your sadness most of his brothers would not be able to make it in that time frame. But you had received back many congratulations and the promise that they would stop by in person when available to celebrate properly. However on a lighter note Fulgrim would be there, as would Perturabo and Vulkan. Given that they were close enough and their schedules allowed for it. Though Fulgrim wouldn't have missed it for the universe. In his own words.

You welcomed him back the day before your ceremony, Vulkan was not far behind apparently and Perturabo was with him. You sat, shaky from nerves as you poured Fulgrim a glass of red wine and sat across from him. His eyes fixed on the band around your throat and it was distracting you. "Is something the matter with my attire?" You chuckled, a bit jittery. Fulgrim seemed to come up from whatever trance he'd been in and shook his head. "No, of course not, you are as ever, most splendidly adorned." Fulgrim and always wondered about the pairing of yourself and his brother, such a dichotomy was unexpected. You were a jewel amongst the iron of the legion. Perhaps that is why Ferrus coveted you so fiercely. Fulgrim had been jesting with his brother some weeks prior but if he had a woman like yourself, surely he too would keep you close to his chest. Fulgrim didn't have to have the technical knowledge of his builder brothers to know that what was around your throat was not just a pretty bauble or fashion piece. It served multiple functions, and he knew that once Perturabo saw it, he would have an even greater understanding of the function than he. He kept his thoughts about it just that; thoughts. The pheonician had no reason to suspect his most beloved brother of anything uncouth. You had to know, and the black band had to be for your own safety.

He quickly changed the topic. "Have you prepared everything for the celebration?" He smiled cheekily, "May I see the dress?" You returned his smile and nodded. "Of course." You hopped up and Fulgrim downed the rest of his wine in one smooth motion. You led him back to the personal room you had been given free reign over. There were supplies for crafts and art and anything else your heart might have longed for. "I've kept it in this closet here so that it's out of the way and so that Ferrus wouldn't see it by accident before it was time." Fulgrim nodded sagely. "Did you know that on ancient Terra it was, in some cultures, considered bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her dress before the ceremony began?" You smiled up at your soon to be brother in law. "I did not know that. How did you come across that fact?" Fulgrim shrugged and sat on the lounge Ferrus had made for you. "I read it in a book in one of my father's expansive libraries. I found the information rather fascinating. As I had had six wives of my own in the past." You gasped softly. "I had no idea you were ever married." He nodded as you fetched the bag with the garment in it.

"Some political marriages, but others were for love." He explained. "Well perhaps I should consider asking you for some advice then." His eyes lit up as he saw the fabric, silver with black accents, the color of the Iron Hands. "Do you think he will appreciate it? I was so precise with the seamstresses, I just had to make sure it was perfect." Fulgrim didn't reach out for the fabric, though he might have liked to. "Oh it is absolutely stunning. I look forward to seeing it on you later." You blushed thinking about the upcoming ceremony, your heart rate jumping up in tempo as you imagined Ferrus in his formal attire.

Ferrus glanced down at the screen that displayed your vitals. Your heart rate had jumped up, he pressed the location screen and saw that you were in the private room he'd assigned to be your creative space. You were meant to be with Fulgrim while he finished last minute preparations and joined you. His blood began to heat and he tried to calm himself. He had to trust his brother wouldn't be doing anything with his soon to be bride. Yet the thought worried at him like a dog with a bone.

He stood without speaking and his sons turned to watch him go, only returning to work once he'd vanished from sight. His foot fell way heavy as he moved through the halls of his fortress, eager to find you and put his terrible thoughts to rest.

Fulgrim's laugh lilted through the air, a sound of amusement at your latest joke. You had taken to telling stories and jokes to pass the time. You too were chuckling at your own humor. The door burst open and you fell from your seat. You startled so hard. "Ferrus! Goodness, need you be so forceful with the doors?" You stood up, adrenaline making you a bit shaky as your body realized there was no threat. He scooped you up into strong arms and held you. "You were not in the place you should have been." You pressed a hand to his cheek. "I am sorry my love, Fulgrim wished to see the dress and time got away from us. I did not mean to worry you. I should have told you that we wouldn't be there." Fulgrim stood to greet his brother but something in your words gave him pause. If the choker had a tracker in it. Then why would you have needed to tell him where you would be. Ferrus saw his expression and the two shared a glance, silent understanding moved between the two men and Fulgrim felt a trail of ice run down his spine. You didn't know. He bit his tongue, he shouldn't have but he did. You had no idea that Ferrus had done anything additional to that band around your neck. The hardness in his silver eyes unsettled Fulgrim. He would have to discuss this with him later, but he didn't want to ruin the union before it even occurred. After a long few moments Ferrus set you down. You offered to run and grab the wine from before. Ferrus nodded, sending you away. "You disapprove." He accused, and Fulgrim huffed. "Of course. You put a collar on her, and you're using it to track her every move. Do you trust your own fiance so little that you need to know where she is at all times?" Ferrus growled, his hands balling into silver fists. "It is not her that I do not trust." Fulgrim reeled as if he'd been slapped. "I certainly hope that you do not mean what I believe you to mean. Brother." He spat the last word. "You expressed your interest the last time we were together. Why should I not be extra cautious?" Fulgrim felt his own anger rising. "Because I would never touch her, she is your fiance and soon to be your wife. And even if that were not so I would still not try and take her from you. I agree that I said what may have been in poor taste, but it was never to imply that I would take her from you. Only that you were lucky in finding a woman such as her." Fulgrim sighed exasperated. Ferrus's fists unclench and he takes a deep breath. "You are not the only one. I see the way men look at her, the way they stare." Fugrim huffed again. "Of course they stare, Ferrus, she is beautiful. It is only human nature to admire things of beauty." If anyone would know it would be his art hoarding fiend of a brother.

"I fear that I will lose her." Ferrus admitted. "She is not like me. But I love her so completely, Fulgrim." Fulgrim sat next to him. "I know that you do brother, but you discredit her by assuming she can be taken from you. She spent the whole discussion about the dress worrying and gushing about the details as she wanted to be reassured that you would be pleased by it. She loves you just as deeply, of that I am convinced." Ferrus felt a terrible stab of guilt. Perhaps the collar was a bit much. "You should at the very least tell her about the collar. Or take it off. She has the right to choose."

Ferrus sighed. "I will remove it tonight." He agreed and Fulgrim patted his shoulder. "Tomorrow she will be yours in a way no one could ever hope to match. Let that be good enough, and let her prove herself through her own actions." "Thank you, Fulgrim." Ferrus turned as he heard you returning. "You two having fun in here without me?" You chuckled and sat down on Ferrus's lap, passing off the wine to Fulgrim. "Never without you my love." Ferrus murmured into your hair and held you close. You had already decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. That was enough for him. He fingered the collar and reaffirmed his choice. Tonight he will take it off. And tomorrow trade the collar for a ring. It was the correct thing to do, and it was what you deserved. A husband who not only loved and desired, but trusted as well.

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Despite everything, Doey still could not forget.

When Safe Haven was destroyed, all three of them had lost it. He had lost it; the group had collectively lost their minds over the smell of smoke and the idea of their friends being vulnerable inside the belly of the beast. So, so many years of work and memories thrown away in the span of seconds. He had thought some of them had died. Genuinely thought that. And all three boys were just that, boys, no matter how much they tried to pretend otherwise, and so they attacked, because what else were they supposed to do?

And they don't remember precisely what happened, during that fight, but they do remember feeling hurt and cold and angry and they wanted a hug. They really, really wanted a hug. And they were crying, crying their eyes out until they couldn't move anymore. Death would have been the worst punishment of them all, they feared, but death did not come.

Angel calmed them down, and gave them a hug. Told them things would be okay, and, look, nobody died, despite all the hurt and blood. All of them would be okay. And Angel wasn't angry at any of the boys, or any of the other children, and Angel lured them back to reality, to what was here and not on their head.

When everyone left the factory, Doey thought he could forget that nightmare for good. Angel took them to a hospital (or, rather, was forced to, given some of their injuries), and Doey was there, cradling all of his friends from Safe Haven, staring at the door of their hospital room while Angel was talking with the other humans, explaining what was happening.

Doey never felt so terrified and so, so happy at the same time. And, and he genuinely, genuinely thought that this would be all left behind. Just a bad nightmare. He and the others, they could finally have a life, they could finally be out of this hell.

Now Doey sits on the porch of Angel's small house ("we're going to find a bigger house for all of us", they told him), watching his friends stargaze, and his eyes are not on the stars but on the shadows below, watching, anticipating a threat, a new boogeyman for them ("Sawyer won't be able to hurt any of you, I promise you three of that"), anything.

One of his friends falls headfirst in the soft grass, and they laugh at the texture while Dogday asks her if she's alright. She says yes, and returns to playing.

The threat never comes.

Neither one of the three boys knows if this good or a signal that worse things will come.

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Hey kay, congratulations on 100 followers! 🎉🎉🎉

Can i request oue huggy bear quinn with a mix of the prompts of im proud of you, a much needed hug and a dance party? I think that would be so cute

of course, sweet nonnie! this kind of turned into a hurt/comfort thing... but i hope you can still enjoy though! 🫶

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Quinn unlocks the apartment door with a sigh, his mind painfully clouded. It’s almost playoffs and he just had what he believes to be one of his worst efforts this season. His shoulders are slumped, his breaths are shallow, and every step he takes feels more draining than the last. 

You hear him come in and immediately hop up from your spot on the couch. You greet him with an excited smile, and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He returns the embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist and you nuzzle your face against his. 

“I’m proud of you. So talented and smart, Q. You know that?” you whisper. Your words come as a surprise to him. He’s extremely frustrated with his game, yet you’ve got nothing but praise for him. 

“I… thank you,” he says hesitantly. “Did you- did you watch the game?” 

Your brows furrow and you pull back just enough to look at him, voice full of confusion. “What do you mean? Of course, I watched your game. I always watch your games, baby. You did great.” 

“Honey, did you see how I did today? That was… worse than usual,” he says, lightly gripping your shirt where his hand rests on your waist. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Why? Because your time on ice didn’t rack up to a whole shift? Just because you’re not completely overworking your body, doesn’t mean you’re not doing good enough, Quinn. You’re doing amazing.” 

“Babe, it’s almost time for playoffs. I have to do better than this or we won’t even get a spot,” he says, and you can see the amount of stress he’s in simply by looking into his eyes. Your heart breaks for him–wishing there was more you could do. 

You pull him back into a tight hug, running your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to be perfect, babe. You’re the captain, sure, but that doesn’t mean you have to put all of this pressure on yourself.” 

As you stand there, trying your best to comfort him you realize something that actually shocks you. He’s crying. You’ve never seen him this upset. You’re at a loss for words, but luckily you don’t have to think for long because he speaks up for you. 

“I just don’t think I’m doing enough. This can’t be enough Y/n,” he tells you through his tears. 

You hold him a little tighter, wincing at the raw sadness in his voice. “Hey, you are doing enough. You’re doing more than enough for this team. Don’t stress it. You’re overthinking. You’ll get your playoffs spot. You’ve been working too hard not to. It’s all gonna pay off.” 

“You think so?” he asks, picking his head up, his tired eyes meeting yours. 

You move your hands to cup his cheeks. “Q, please. You’re gonna be the next Stanley Cup Champions.” 

“Okay, baby. Calm down,” he says with a laugh. “Sweet of you though.” 

He looks down at you smiling–worn out, but a smile nonetheless. He leans in and gently kisses your nose before pulling into yet another hug. Only, this one is bone-crushing. You can tell he needs it. 

You return the hug with some added kisses to his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Okay, we have to fix the mood now, come on.” 

You pull away from him and he looks at you like you just told him you’re selling his gear. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes as you make your way to the television in your living room and turn it on. 

“Honey… what are you doing over there?” he asks, quickly making his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, and laying his head on your shoulder. 

You turn on some music and wiggle out of his grip, grabbing both of his hands. “We have to dance.” 

“Oh? We have to dance?” he asks, an eyebrow raised. 

“We have to dance,” you repeat, confidently. “So… don’t just stand there. Move!” 

Quinn’s eyes widen a bit. “Alright, damn. But you have to help me. I got nothing.” 

As you watch your boyfriend make his best attempt at dancing to make you happy, you can’t help but just laugh. You honestly feel bad. This was meant to cheer him up… not be a humiliation ritual. Then again, he seems to actually be enjoying himself, despite looking like a complete dork. That’s all that matters to you, you can certainly work on his rhythm later. For now, you join him, grateful to see that genuine look of happiness back on his face.

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Would you write a Harry fic with friends to lovers after a 'would you rather' game played among friends?

Would You Rather.

Wroetoshaw x Reader ff

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"Come on Y/n! It'll be just for an hour or two!" Ethan pleaded at you. He and Faith were hosting a little get together with some close friends and you being one of Ethan's best friends, well he just had to invite you. Although you love Ethan and Faith to bits and pieces, you weren't feeling up for a night out, you just wanted to sleep.

"I'm so tired though..." You whined in a cute little voice you use against Ethan to get what you want. "No, come over! I'll send an uber to your flat." He said. You tried arguing but he was relentless. You folded and said yes. He cheered excitedly and you hung up. You sighed before standing up off your bed and began getting ready.

>>>

You arrived at Ethan and Faith's house to see a few familiar faces. You already met the sidemen but you don't regularly hang out with them. You only know a couple of his and Faith's other friends as well. You made your way further into the place, looking around, there were more people here than you expected.

You looked around for Ethan but ran into Josh and Freya instead. "Oh my god, hey Y/n! It's been a minute since we've seen you! We need to hang out more often!" Freya said wrapping an arm around you. "Hey guys, of course! I've been here and there.. um have you seen Ethan?" You asked as she released you. You side hugged Josh, greeting him as well. "Oh yeah, last I've seen he was in the kitchen with Harry and George." Josh explained.

You thanked him and made your way towards the kitchen. You walked into the kitchen and saw only Harry and Ethan talking while holding beer bottles. "Oh hey guys." You said opening the fridge and pulling out a beer for yourself.

"Y/N! You made it! I'm so glad you're here!" Ethan said with a slightly slurred speech showing he's been drinking for a while now. You chuckled at him as you opened your bottle. "Yeah, only here for an hour!" You emphasized pointing at him, taking a swig of your drink. You looked towards Harry to see his eyes on you already. Once you noticed, he quickly looked away.

"Hey bog, How've you been?" You asked leaning on the counter. "Fine, just here." He responded awkwardly making you furrow your eyebrows. He's one of the only other sidemen that you're somewhat close to beside Ethan. Usually, you two are pretty comfortable with each other but you noticed that he was slightly off tonight. You chose to ignore it and nursed your beverage.

The night went on, you hung out with Ethan and Harry for a few minutes making small talk but after a while you were in desperate need of some girl talk so you went off to find literally any girl you knew.

You stumbled upon Faith talking with Talia, Freya, and Gee. You creeped up behind her startling her slightly as you placed a hand on her back. "Oh my god! Oh Y/n! I've been looking for you!! I have some hot tea for you!" Faith said excitedly grabbing your hands. "Ethan told me that Harry fancies you." She said whispering the last part. You eyes went wide as you couldn't believe the words that just left her mouth.

"No way- when did he say that because I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth tonight." You shriek taking a large chug of your beer. He can't fancy you. You two are just good friends.

"He told me earlier in the afternoon. Y/n, I think Harry's been feeling this type of way for a while now. Although, I don't think much can be done since Ethan won't let you date him." Her words left you confused. What would Ethan have to do with your dating life?

"What do you mean?"

"He's done it before and he would definitely be hesitant to let you near Harry like that." She said. Now you were very confused.

"When?" You asked.

"Remember John? That fellow who you met once at our last party?" You nodded. "Well, he asked about you to Ethan and wanted to know if you were single which Ethan told him that you had a boyfriend, which you in fact did not."

John? You were absolutely smitten with that guy! You met him at their party and you two spent the entire night dancing, laughing, and just talking about anything. You really fancied him and thought he fancied you. You gave him your number and told him to call, yet he never did.

You wondered why he never called. You thought you two hit it off well. Now you've learned that one of your best friends basically cockblocked you. You were fuming, to say the least. You couldn't believe he did that. Why would he even do that in the first place? You're definitely going to have a long conversation about this with Ethan later. Your mind was spiraling with these thoughts when a familiar giddy, slightly slurred voice came over.

"Hey! Do you lot wanna play would you rather?" Ethan asked leaning on Harry for support. Both their cheeks were flushed but Harry didn't seem that drunk. Maybe his cheeks were flushed for a different reason?

"Oh? Sounds fun!" Freya cheered. You sighed deeply as the group made their way towards the dining room. The whole party wasn't joining you guys, it was just the small group of friends you had thought would have made up the party.

You sat directly across from Harry. He smiled at you as you made eye contact. You have to admit, you did find him especially attractive. He was funny, charming, and always so nice to you. Your attention was drawn to Ethan who sat at the end of the table as he began talking.

"Okay! We'll spin this bottle for turns." He said pulling out an empty beer bottle, placing it in the center of the table. "I'll go first!" He cheered spinning the bottle. You all watched in anticipation as the bottle spun around slowly coming to a stop in front of Josh. "Oooh yay!" He laughed awkwardly.

"Alright would you rather eat a dog or get eaten by a dog?" Ethan asked as you all laughed at the ridiculous question. "What is this question!?" Josh shrieked laughing. "Um I guess I would eat a dog?" He said unsure of his answer as he furrowed his eyebrows together. "I couldn't think of a good question on the spot." Ethan admitted as you laughed at his words.

"Okay now you spin!" He said as Josh reached for the bottle. You watched it spin again as it landed on Faith. "Okay, would you rather... be able to reverse time or speed it up?"

"Can we stop with these childish questions!? How about we ask some raunchier ones?" Talia suggested as everyone seemed to make noises in agreement. "Okay okay- would you rather watch a couple kiss for five minutes straight or watch a graphic sex scene with your parents?" Josh said through a fit of laughter. "Eww Josh. Um, if I had to choose, I would rather watch some couple kiss for five minutes." She said taking a sip from her wine glass. She grabbed the bottle and spun. You watched as it went around a couple times, slowing down in pace, landing straight on you.

"Ooo fun! Okay Y/n, would you rather... kiss Harry or would you rather kiss your celebrity crush?" She said giving you a little wink. Your eyes widen as those words left her mouth. You looked over at Harry to see his cheeks and ears as red as a tomato. He looked at you with anticipation fiddling with his fingers evidently nervous about your choice.

You looked towards Ethan and saw his expression change from carefree to worried. "I think, I would rather kiss Harry." You said shyly, a smile falling upon your lips. You watched as Harry's shoulders fell with relief. 'Ooo' noises filled the room as all the blood rushed towards your cheeks. You chuckled at that and told them to knock it off. Harry shot you a cheeky smile as you felt your heart begin to flutter.

You guys played a few more rounds with the bottle eventually landing on Harry. His question was a spicy one asking about whether he would would rather give or receive head. Since so much more time had passed, both of you were slightly drunker and with this drunken filled confidence, he looked you dead in the eyes and said 'I would rather give head.' You felt yourself melt at those words and the way he looked into your eyes.

Everyone 'ooo'd again like children with Faith sending you a smirk and Ethan sending Harry daggers. You rolled your eyes at Ethan and turned your attention back to the game.

As the night continued, you all eventually stopped playing and just mingled about. You were currently sat on the couch listening to some random conversation just vibing when Harry came over and sat next to you.

"Hey Y/n, you enjoying yourself?" he asked taking a swig of his beer. You nodded your head doing the same. "You wanna, go for a walk?" He asked hoping you'd say yes. You agreed and the two of you made your way outside. It was the country, so there was just a long stretch of road to walk down which was perfect for two people who basically couldn't walk straight.

You two clung onto each other for support as you made your way down the pathway to the road. "Where you lot going?" You heard from the doorway. You turned to face Ethan holding the door open. "Just for a walk, we'll be back soon." You said. "Well- be careful, it's dark out here!" He urged and you nodded pulling your phone out and turning on the flashlight. "Happy?" You asked waving the light at him. He groaned and went back inside.

You took a step forward when the door opened again. "You better take care of her Bog." Ethan warned Harry. "Of course mate, we'll just be here." Harry responded as Ethan gave him an unsure look and went back inside.

You two made your way down the road walking slowly and carefully. "So, how've you been lately. I haven't seen much of you." He began. "Yeah, I've been pretty busy." You replied. "Well, I was hoping to see you tonight actually." He said nervously. You stopped in your tracks causing him to almost stumble over. You grabbed him making sure he wouldn't fall.

"Really? Why?" You asked curiously. "I don't know, I just wanted to see you." He said with a small chuckle. "Well you didn't want to just see me for no reason..." You trailed off. He reached for your hand. "I think I like you." He finally blurted out. "I think I like you and have for a while. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to get Ethan upset." He explained. "Ethan has nothing to do with anything." You said, upset that this was coming up again.

"I told him I thought you were cute and he did not like that at all. But I don't care anymore, I see you around and I want to be with you. You're so funny and sweet and smart and so, so beautiful." He said looking down slightly embarrassed that he expressed himself so much.

"You really think all that about me?" You asked feeling a warmth inside you. "Yeah. I know we haven't gotten to know each other well but every time we're together, we have the best time and you're just so down to earth, always making funny jokes or just being amazing." He said looking into your eyes. The moonlight shimmered down on you two bringing a sparkle to your eyes that made him swoon.

"Well, if I'm being honest here. You are really great to be around too. You always have the funniest things to say and I love your random airplane disaster facts." You chuckled remembering all the random times he would bring up his odd interest. "I'm glad you like 'em. Everyone always tells me I'm annoying about it." He said with a breathy laugh.

"Not to me." You said taking a step closer, your faces inches apart from one another. "Kiss me." You said pulling on his shirt bringing your bodies even closer. He placed a hand on your chin and leaned forward, closing the gap between you, placing his soft lips upon yours.

It felt like fireworks were going off with the touch of his lips on yours. He placed a hand on your lower back bringing you closer as if the nonexistent gap between you was still too far. He's been dreaming about this for weeks. You clouded his mind for a while now and he could no longer handle being apart from you.

This 'forbidden' romance only made him lust for you more and tonight he finally decided to make you his, if you'd have him.

He pulled away as you two just laughed at the sudden turn this night took. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked making sure to properly make you his. "I'd love to." You responded.

The two of you continued your walk down the moonlit road, hand in hand. You spoke of anything and everything desperately hoping this night would never end. Eventually, you two made your way back towards the house.

You two were out there for so long that basically everyone had left and it was only Josh, Freya, and Gee that were there helping clean up. Ethan rushed up to you with a worried expression. "Why were you guys out there for so long? You've been gone for three hours!" He exclaimed making your eyes go wide. You didn't realize how much time had passed.

"It didn't seem like three hours." You replied nonchalantly throwing a smile at Harry as he squeezed your hand lightly. "What's this about?" Ethan asked pointing towards your interlocked hands. "I like her mate. I told you I did and I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think she likes me too." Harry told him looking at you for reassurance. "I do, I really do." You said cheerfully wrapping your arm around his.

"You two like each other then?" Ethan questioned as both of you nodded. "Well, you know what. Okay then, I'm happy for the two of you." He said with a smile hugging both of you. You looked over his shoulder to see Faith giving you, two thumbs up with a huge smile on her face.

"But, Bog, I swear if you hurt her, I'm going to mess you up." Ethan warned as he pulled back turning his attention towards Harry. "Oh mate, I promise. I would never." He replied looking at you as you smiled up at him.

"Well! This is great news! Let's plan for a triple date soon!" Faith interjected easing the tension Ethan held. You spent the rest of the night at their house with Harry in their living room just chatting away.

A night that felt too short.

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A/n

I hope you enjoyed this one! I think it's kind of adorable. Sorry about making Ethan seem so protective but I was going for a Ross finding out his sister and best friend were dating type of vibe. Also, I watched pride and prejudice yesterday and the moonlit walk bit was slightly inspired by the end of the movie.

[echolynn13]

Okay, I finally got to watch today's video, so here's the not-quite-live commentary/chaotic highlights post I promised about it :)

Not entirely video related, but I love that as usual, I see a bunch of people in the comments saying "Woah I never knew AJ stood for Alexander Jeremy" while I'm here like. I don't think I've ever heard any of them refer to Tom as Thomas before this intro. Do they normally introduce him that way and I just never noticed or-?

Eve is an icon, love the vibes going from "oh fuck" in response to "what is your name?" to her pulling a "your mum" on Sam. Got her confidence back real quick there

Not to mention the fact they actually used 'your mum' as the stimulus-

"My mum is lovely" *5 seconds later* "You ring the bell, I don't want to" Something is telling me her mom isn't that lovely

AJ saying the name Martha, trying to figure out who it would make sense for Martha to be, and then giving up by saying his character panicked. Love it

"She's a massive *bleep*" Censors aren't allowing me to hear Tom say 'bitch' and I won't stand for it

I saw a comment say it as a joke, but it really was funny how Sam kept saying change until Luke made them a straight couple (calling Tom's character 'Suzanne') lmao

Darren: "Listen, I'm gonna win her over, okay?" Suzanne, about to sob: "yeah-?"

The whole coming onto Suzanne's mom bit was gold "He's coming onto me" "Sorry I'm panicking" "Why am I coming onto my mom??" "You're panicking!"

"I wish I had his muscles.." "Oh you'll catch up with me, don't worry" Tom you're so fucking funny-

The slight hesitation from Luke at the 'men' suggestion, followed by all of the other three being like "Fuck yeah, let's complain about men" is so good and lowkey reminds me of Tom's vs everyone else's reaction to the Evil-Make-A-Wish-Kid title

"Because you have one thing on your mind" "Yeahhh" "Podcasts" "🤨"

"Take 2 steps towards your progress" is the new "Today embarks on change"

Legendary Letters/Time Warp crossover we didn't know we needed

Words can't describe how much I expected and wanted the last line to be "Now you are our bitch" goddamnit-

Sam entering the scene, eating a large block of cheese while moaning, and waiting for another character to interrupt him, only for AJ to fuck it up immediately upon doing so, this is what we love to see

Something about Sam going "I love cheese :D" makes me very happy

"No one wants me to say" He's right, I absolutely do not want him to say what's so different, not while knowing SFTH's history with dairy products

I know everyone's been saying this, but yeah Sydney is definitely cosplaying as Sam in this video and I respect that

Luke's character quickly becoming problematic throughout Pillars is great. First he's unfaithful, then he's saying 'gay people' and 'the t-word', and by the end he apparently represents all of the world's problems smh

"I'll just sign this myself and do it in your writing" Heathers: father's will edition

Speaking of him, are we gonna acknowledge that he's trans-? "When I gave birth to you, do you know what I said to your mother?" Because none of the guys mentioned it, which is unlike them

"Daddy, I just want a fucking hug!" The first uncensored 'fuck' in the video!

Tom describing AJ's Tindr profile while AJ tells him to shut the fuck up-

"Sorry Mum!" a necessary apology from Sam, although at this point in his career I feel like it has a lot of ground to cover-

Thought for a second we were gonna get another one of Sam's iconic animal characters. But instead we got a surprise Henry VIII reference??

All in all, good shit as always, though the censorship did throw me off, idk what that's about-

[lamardeuse]

write your name on every blank page

by lamardeuse

911 || Buck/Eddie, Eddie & Christopher, Eddie & Buck & Christopher || Rated M || c. 11000 words

aka my contribution to the Eddie in El Paso post 8x11 fic wave, posted less than 24 hours before we get canon Eddie in El Paso :D

Eddie sets out for El Paso with his truck and a rented trailer full of essential items and valuables, the patio furniture the movers had forgotten to take and seven years' worth of mementos to remind him of that time he briefly escaped his parents' sphere of influence.

“I'm sorry you're going to have to buy a new bed,” he says as he and Buck stand in the doorway of his – well, soon to be Buck's bedroom.

“Yeah, there's no way I was going to fit a California King in here,” Buck says. “But it's fine. The mattress was getting kind of – uh, worn out.”

“I bet,” Eddie mutters. “Anyway, I'm sorry you've ended up with such a downgrade.”

Buck shrugs. “I don't see it that way. Your place is a lot more spacious overall. It has a yard. And it's just – nicer.”

“Is it?” Eddie makes a face. “Come on, the loft was cool.”

“Yeah, well, that isn't the selling point it was when I was twenty-six,” Buck murmurs. “The loft hasn't felt like home for a long time. Your house – it's got that warm feeling, you know?”

Eddie's breath catches in his throat at the thought of Buck rattling around this place alone, trying to find a warmth that left the day Christopher did. Trying to summon the ghosts of what they once were to one another, of what they might have been if –

“Buck, I –”

“Yeah?” Buck says softly, and Eddie can't look at him, he can't.

Instead, he turns and nods toward Chris' door. “At least you've got an extra room now. What're you going to do with it, turn it into a gym?”

“Nah. I thought I'd – uh. Make it into a guest bedroom so I can babysit Jee-Yun here, and have it for when you and Christopher come back for a visit. I can get one of those beds with the extra mattress that slides out and – anyway, I have a couple of ideas.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, because it's either that or bust out crying. “Well, you know, it might be a few months before I can even think of getting away from the – the work I have to do to the house, and the new job.”

“Good,” Buck says airily, “'cause putting together Ikea furniture is a real pain in the ass, it'll probably take me at least that long to figure out the directions.”

That startles a laugh out of Eddie, which he imagines was the point. “So, what time you want me at your place in the morning to help you pack?”

Buck scratches at the back of his neck. “I've been thinking about that. You need to be on the road early if you want to get to El Paso before Christopher goes to bed. The movers aren't coming til Thursday, so I can take my time.”

Eddie frowns. “You're saying you don't want my help?”

“I'm saying I want you to – not have one more thing to worry about,” Buck says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I'll see you at six-thirty to load up, okay?”

“Sure, yeah,” Eddie says, suddenly struck by the thought that in a little over ten hours he'll be saying goodbye to Buck. There's so much to say and no time left to say it, not that he has any idea where to start. But even if he did, what would be the point? He might never be coming back to L.A., not to live.

It's not nothing, he'd said, and even that had felt ripped from him, a confession he needed to make for himself as much as for Buck. He can't afford to be more selfish than that, because no matter how anyone standing in this near-empty house feels, Christopher needs a father more than Buck needs Eddie – and maybe even more than Eddie needs Buck. It's simple math, the alligator eating the greater number like they taught you in grade school. But if that's true, why does he feel like the one being consumed, devoured, erased from existence?

Buck hesitates for a moment, his gaze assessing. They should hug, just like Eddie had hugged Hen and Chim and Bobby. But maybe they both know it could get messy, and the last thing either of them needs right now is more mess.

In the end, Buck awkwardly says his goodbyes and leaves. Of course, Buck being Buck, he turns up right on time the next morning in the pouring rain with his big smile and his big arms and his enormous heart and a dozen freshly-baked protein cookies. The hug they'd avoided the night before seems a little less dangerous in the light of day, at least until Buck's arms wrap around him, warm and strong.

Eddie's smile as Buck's warm breath tickle the rain-chilled skin of his neck feel like it's trying to smother him. Time's up, and all he can do in the end is keep that smile stuck to his face while he gasps for air beneath it.

As Eddie's passing San Bernadino on the I-10, he reaches into the bag for one of the cookies and savors it slowly, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue.

When the silent tears start falling, he's not even surprised.

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