#like y’all just know he’s gonna savor the flavor

[ambeauty]

There’s a clip from EW of JAW eating ribs like a savage and it just reminds me of the all the SydCarmy smut writers kink of Carmy licking his fingers after… yeah 🤭🤭🤭 😭😭😭

[wildemaven]

The Beginning: The Proposal

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

WC: 3528

Warnings: language, established relationship, 2nd POV, mentions of food and drinks, im going to refrain from any other things to not give anything away, but it’s all fluff

A/N: It’s here!! I’m excited and nervous!! Happy to give these to a little more love and a little bit more backstory to them. Normally I have a full blown moodboard (and I do) but it would give away too much so I’m opting to not have one but if you’re interested in seeing it, I can post it in like a separate “spoilers below” post. Also, reader’s nickname is revealed in this, so any future posts will have it when referring to her (so much easier to when trying to avoid a name). And last but not least, their song picked by y’all is Lover by T.Swift and there’s a playlist linked below.

Edited to add a big thank you to @noisynaia for letting scream at her my thoughts!!!

Okay. I hope you like it. And if you ever want to scream about these two with me, my ask box is always open.

Previous / Series Masterlist / The Proposal Playlist / Weekends Masterlist

Sometimes the beauty of life is allowing it happen organically.

Delicate bits of time woven together through fleeting moments— in varying degrees of inconsequential or life changing events.

Momentous is how you would describe your life in a single word at this very moment in time.

The last 6 months had been a whirlwind for you and Frankie. Since that night you’d both not only confessed your love to each other, but also deciding to spend the rest of time together.

You’d convinced your landlord to let you out if your lease early, due to you being a exemplary tenant for several years. With the help of Frankie and the guys, you were able to box up your things and move into Frankie’s house across town.

It had taken a few weeks to unpack your life into this new space, but you felt a sense of accomplishment once everything had a place and mixed in effortlessly with Frankie’s belongings.

You’d both decided early on to keep your engagement to yourselves— a secret for the two of you to savor and enjoy.

Not that you were worried about what others might think, but this felt like a special kind of thing you wanted to bask in before sharing with your loved ones.

And when the time was right, everyone would know.

*

Your schedules had been booked and busy, so you’d both decided to take a random Friday off to spend some extra time together. You were excited to have a 3 day weekend, alone with your fiancé. Which also meant sleeping in as late as you wanted and taking your leisure time to extricate yourself from your cozy lush surroundings.

The bed dips a bit as you turn and stretch out your slow waking form.

“Time to get up sleepy head.” His voice is still your favorite part of waking up. The soft cadence tickles every inch of your body, better than any cup of coffee ever could.

“You let me sleep in, thank you.”

“You looked comfy all wrapped up, figured you could use a few more hours.”

He kisses you, it’s sweet and laced with a hint of bitterness from his morning coffee.

“Mmm! Good morning handsome.”

“Mornin’ Beautiful. There’s a coffee and a danish on the nightstand for you.” You shoot him a questioning look, amusingly taken aback and confused. “Don’t look at me like that. They were all out of croissants this morning, so I went with your second favorite.”

You accept the offer, rolling on to your stomach to reach for your coffee. You get lost in the first sip and savor its creamy rich flavor as it hits every waiting taste bud.

“Alright sleeping beauty. Time to get your ass outta bed and get ready.” Giving your backside a few pats before heading for the bedroom door. “Our appointment is at 3 and then dinner reservations are at 6. Gonna go iron my shirt and clean up my shoes.”

“Hey!” Playfully yelling for his attention as he walks away.

He stops just outside the door, turning back towards you.

“I love you.” He serious expression relaxes and his face lighting up instantly.

“I love you too.” He shoots you a wink before turning to carry on.

It takes you a minute to get yourself up and moving. Bites of your delicious danish and sips of your warm latte aid in your efforts to get yourself ready.

Your mundane routine of showering and prepping for the day were taken at a deliberate pace. Enjoying the balmy spray of the water, soothing the slight aches and pains that had built up over the last week, the feeling of relief is almost instant.

Toweling yourself off and slipping on your cozy rob, you finish readying yourself with a simple makeup look— nothing too fancy or bold, just enough to accentuate your most favorite features.

The garment bag containing your dress for the day was tucked away in the back of your closet. You were so excited to finally get to wear it and eager to see the look on Frankie’s face when he sees you in it.

It was muted in coloring, an off shade of white, it wasn’t anything you’d ever considered for yourself but the moment you’d tried it on there was an instant reaction of sorts. It’s silky smooth fabric hugged your body in such a way that you couldn’t help but feel like it was made for you.

Jewelry and shoes finished off the look, taking yourself in fully as you stand in front of your full length mirror. You hands smoothing over the dress, admiring every detail of your reflection.

“You look stunning.”

Your eyes immediately drawn to Frankie in the mirror leaning against the door frame.

Your breath catches at the sight of him. His head cocked to the side as he admires you, hands tucked into his pant pockets, suit jacket hugging his broad shoulders over his freshly ironed shirt— the top buttons forgotten about in true Frankie fashion.

He pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a few long strides until he is crowding behind your spot in front of the mirror.

His eye contact is direct, holding an intensity that makes you dizzy. Your body tingles when his large hands slowly rest on your shoulders, his thumbs toying at the delicate straps of your dress.

“Frankie…” His name floats over your lips as you look at him with an ardent smile.

His eyes never stop watching you as he leans down pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, your eyelids flutter as the sensation of his lips ripples through your body.

Your hand comes up to caress the side of his face, his beard trimmed down, the stubble causing a bit of resistance to your touch.

You can’t help the tiny moan that escapes from your throat as Frankie begins to press kiss after kiss along your neck, tilting your head to completely give into to his wandering mouth.

“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to be on time.” Your breathless, knowing that it’s a slippery slop of carnal desire once things start to heat up.

He kisses you one last time before standing to his full height.

“You look so pretty.”

“Pretty?” His eyebrow raises at your comment, not he doesn’t think a man can be pretty, he’s just never saw himself as such.

You turn so you’re fully facing him, hands resting on his chest as you look at him with a sweet gaze. “Yes, pretty. And your hair looks good too.” Your fingers lightly combs through the sides just purely for the experience of touching him some more.

“You think so??” You nod softly and lean into kiss him gently.

“Let’s go handsome.”

*

It was a 45 minute drive, which gave you both plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company. Chats about work and plans for the next few months permeated the truck cabin. 70’s ballads filled the in between silence, but usually evoking laughter from you as Frankie would do his best to stay in tune with the music.

This was now a regular feature in both of your lives. These days spent together, relishing each and every moment, were your favorite. Weekends alone or with friends had you craving adventure as much as possible. But even the slow paced weekends, at home had become a cherished time for the both of you, wanting to absorb each and every moment before the work week was knocking at the door.

The large building towers over the street as Frankie pulls into the parking spot. Its florid design was beautiful for a giant cement building, the front covered in windows and ornate decorative details that are reminiscent of older times.

The weather is warm and sunny as you make your way to the building, Frankie’s grasp on your hand is grounding, giving it a few subtle squeezes as you walk through the glass doors.

The air inside feels cold and stale as you wait for the next available window, very on brand for such a building. A slight shiver has Frankie pulling you in to him, wrapping you in his warmth.

“Next!”

“Good afternoon ma’am. We have an appointment, should be under Morales.”

She doesn’t respond as she clicks away at her keyboard, squinting at her computer screen through her wide-rim glasses.

“Do you have all your proper documentation with you today?” Straight to the point and zero enthusiasm in her tone.

“Uh, yes ma’am.” Frankie hands her the small stack of papers she had asked for. You squeeze his hand now, 3 times as a silent ‘I love you’.

“It’s says here Mr. Morales you’re previously divorced. Do you have proof of dissolution? Otherwise you may not proceed with your application.” She asks as she continues to hold the papers that she hasn’t looked at yet, not even looking away from the screen.

“Yes. It’s in the with the other papers. It was an amicable dissolution, we both signed and agreed to end the marriage—“

“I don’t need your life story sir, just the proper paperwork.”

“Right. Sorry, ma’am.” 3 more squeezes to his sweaty hand, thankful that Frankie is handling her crankiness so calmly and with a smile. She clearly has been doing this for years and has zero intention of small talk.

Her fingers continue to click more buttons and she scans through the papers, inputting the information into the proper boxes. And after what feels like a long process, she’s printing out some new documents, stacking them with the ones you’d given her and hands them back to Frankie.

“Please wait for your name to be called.” Barely making eye contact as she adjusts herself in her chair.

“Thank you ma’am. Have a great weekend.”

“Mhmm. Next!”

“Clearly your charming good looks had no effect on her.” You snicker into Frankie’s shoulder as you both walk to the sitting area, trying to keep your comment contained between the two of you.

The minutes tick by, the space is eerily quiet, so you keep talking to a minimum while you wait.

The other chairs are filled with what look like other couples, all most likely there for the same reason.

You take in the sweet older couple who sits across from you. They must be in their 80’s and yet they have a young innocence that seems to envelop them. Their hands anchoring them to each other as they sit snuggled in sweetly. You can’t make out their conversation, but the way she is smiling and looking at him, it feels like she completely taken by him as has been for awhile. He pats her fragile little hands as he talks and every few minutes he looks at her like she’s the only one in the room— your heart nearly implodes at the gentle kiss he gives her forehead.

It’s like you’re looking at a glimpse of your future. A love so authentic and undying, strong enough to endure hardships, a vivid and passionate life together that never gets tiring.

The soft whisper of your name catches your attention.

“You okay?” 3 gentle squeezes to your hand, the reciprocated gesture tugging at your heart.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just happy to be here with you.” You smile emphasizing your words.

“Alight, we have Morales up next! Please make your way through these doors and the commissioner is waiting for you up at the front.”

*

Entering the room, you’re welcomed by a lady standing behind a wooden podium— she’s already more inviting than the older one at the front desk.

Frankie’s hand is anchored to your lower back as you both make your way closer to her. Frankie hands her the papers she’s needs and you both wait for her to begin.

“Welcome. I have a few more couples after you so let’s get started. Do you have any witnesses with you today?”

“No ma’am we do not.”

“Okay, that’s fine, not a requirement in the state of Florida. And will you be exchanging rings today?”

“No ma’am, we do not have rings.”

“Well, this might just be the easiest one today.” She laughs a bit as she shuffled her papers around a bit.

“I’m going to ask you both to face each other while I read the declaration of intent.”

You can feel the emotions already flowing through you, as you look at Frankie. This man has gifted you with so much in such a short amount of time and you can’t help but feel so grateful for this life you’re about to begin.

“Please join hands.”

Frankie takes yours in his, his is touch is the most powerful thing you have ever felt.

“Francisco, do you take—“ There’s an pang in your chest as she says your name, but it’s not a heavy feeling, it’s light and airy as she continues reading from her paper. “To be your lawful wedded partner?”

“I do.”

His thumb sweeps back and forth across the top of your hand, his smile is beaming with elation.

“… do you take Francisco to be your lawful wedding partner?”

“I do.” There’s a slight crack when you say it, emotion fully overtaking your voice.

“… you have come here today on your own free will and declared your love for one and other.”

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you look back at Frankie, your whole body feels like it’s floating on a blissful cloud. He wipes each tear and gently rubs your cheekbone, you lean into his touch.

“You have joined yourselves in matrimony. May you aim all your lives to meet this commitment and celebrate

in each other's company. And now that you have given and pledged your love and have stated so by joining

hands, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of Florida as Deputy Marriage Commissioner, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss.”

And you do. It’s unlike any kiss you have ever experienced before. It’s all-encompassing and heart-stopping, pouring out all the love you have for one another— his lips feel like forever.

Wedded bliss is intoxicating. An indescribable feeling of starting this new chapter together and looking forward to a future where it’s the two of you steadfast in your fidelity and aspirations.

*

Driving straight from the courthouse, you’d both felt slightly over dressed at your favorite restaurant, it’s casual setting a stark contrast from your wedding attire. In the short time together, you’d both become regulars, dining in or takeout had become a weekly occurrence.

Frankie had made the reservation and must have mentioned it was a special occasion because the table is nestled in a corner that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. Lit candles and small arrangement of flowers placed in the center.

You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect post wedding celebration. Indulging in your favorite dishes as you reflect on the day, it all still feeling surreal and fresh. The staff also gifting a slice of cake, a little congratulations on your new marriage.

“How long should we keep it from them? Santi’s going to be pissed when he finds out. I can already see that assholes face.”

You laugh because you know he’s right, but you know he’ll be happy for you both, they all will.

“How about we wait a month. Then we can invite everyone over for dinner, the weather’s been nice too, so maybe we pull out the bbq even and we tell them then. I mean, we made it 6 months engaged and none of them had a single clue. I like the thought of this being between us for a little bit.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” He leans over and looks at you with an almost devilish smirk. “Now, let’s get home so I can get you out of that fucking dress.”

“Mr. Morales, you have quiet the mouth on you.” You tease amusingly.

“Well Mrs. Morales, this mouth also has plans for you this evening.” His tone hushed as he spoke, a wink to seal his response.

You close the space between you, feeling his plush lips against yours. “Then take me home soldier.” Your tongue peeking out, the softest lick to his lips before pulling away and settling back into your chair.

“Can we get the check?!”

*

It was dark by the time Frankie pull the truck into the drive way. The stars like little fireflies lighting the sky and the moon silently vigilant as it settles in for the night.

“Did we leave a light on before we left?” Unbuckling yourself and noticing a faint light illuminating the front room, a slight panic creeping in your eyes.

“Hmm, I thought we turned them all off. Go head on in and check it out, I’m gonna lock up the truck and grab the leftovers.”

Thankfully the door is secured and you don’t see any sign of a break-in or anything out of place, relief washing over you.

Stepping through the threshold into the house you’re met with an unexpected sight. Dozens of white roses on every surface surround the open room, the floor draped in a sea of white petals. Bouquets covering the kitchen island where small candles are lit, the glow you saw from the window, more bouquets as you look into the living room.

You’re completely speechless and in awe of the beauty of the room and you’re so confused trying to figure out where they all came from. Clearly someone did break in? But decorated with flowers and locked up after they left…

Footsteps through the doorway bring your attention back to your surroundings, their presence stopping behind you.

“Frankie? What are all these flowers doing here?”

He doesn’t respond, but you can sense that he’s there. Pulling your eyes away from the flowers you turn to face Frankie, except he’s not level with you when you do so.

There before you is Frankie, your husband, kneeling on one knee looking up at you holding a small box in his hands.

“Frankie?” A wave of shock and elation crash over you in a matter of seconds. “What are you doing?”

“Hermosa… I know you said you didn’t need some big extravagant proposal and seeing as how we just got married just a few hours ago 6 months after meeting, we definitely don’t follow traditions.” His voice is so soft, and his eyes have never looked brighter.

“This is me promising you a future, a life where you are not alone. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to be apart of your life in some capacity and I wanted to make you smile everyday because it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everyday I wake and think of you and when I sleep I think of you, you consume me with your laughter and your words of encouragement and your ability to live without abandonment.” You gasp as he slowly opens the small box revealing a ring. The design is simple and elegant, a beautiful stone setting with a unique design on a wider gold band.

“Te amo Hermosa. Will you be mine forever?”

You can’t stop the tears that are pouring down your face, you can’t even properly form any words as you nod your head reaching out for him, standing to his full height, placing the ring on your finger.

“I just need to double check that was a yes?”

“Yes! A million times yes!” You laugh through the still streaming tears, swatting at his chest as you look down at your hand, the ring sitting perfectly on your finger.

“How did you manage to get this all set up? It’s beautiful by the way.”

“I enlisted Hannah to help.”

“Hannah knows?!”

“No. No she doesn’t know what it was for exactly. I just said I wanted to surprise you after a dinner with flowers, I didn’t realize she was going to go all out. Remind me to check my credit card later.”

You kiss him, soaking in the moment with him. “I love you Frankie.” You whisper against his lips before you begin kissing him again.

“Wait, there’s one more thing.” He states as he pulls out his phone. “I also had Hannah show me how to use my phone with the speaker, something about blue teeth?”

It takes him a minute to get it connected, but he manages to get it hooked up. Music begins to play, it’s a softer song and you realize it’s one of your favorites. You’ve played it numerous times over the last few months, claiming that the song remind you of yours and Frankie’s love for each other.

“Can I have this dance?” Tossing his phone to the couch and holding his hand out to you.

“Always.”

The song played on as you both held each other, the soft sway of your bodies around the room. The flicker of the candles still adding a touch of light, laughter and kisses exchanged as he spins you about.

This was only the beginning.

[violetnotez]

HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[fa1ryofshampoo]

hii! i was wondering if you could do a smut request for heeseung please? where him and the reader are basically always getting cockblocked by the other members leaving both of y’all fed up(especially heeseung). until one day all the boys leave, so heeseung takes out his pent up anger? (i don’t know how describe it lol) on the reader. you can make it as detailed as you want!

thank you and have a great day! <3

hello! here it is! i enjoyed writing this aaA, i hope i did okay here huhu thank you for the request and stay safe! 💟

Thirsty

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

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Today, I have the whole afternoon to myself. Thanks to the strength and power I had I was able to finish the tasks up until noon time. I lie down my bed and scrolled through my phone when my boyfriend's name appeared on my screen, a call incoming.

"Heedeungie." He chuckled at my cute voice.

"Y/N, how are you? Are you busy?"

"I'm good, I'm not busy. I have finished my tasks so I have the rest of the day to spare." I responded.

"Would you like to come over here? I cooked something for the two of us since the boys are all out." I sensed some shyness in his voice on the last sentence. A smile formed on my lips because of my boyfriend's thoughtfulness.

"Okay! I'll text you once I'm near there." We both said our goodbyes and I went to change clothes. Since I'm on the mood to wear something fancier than just jeans and a shirt, I went for a casual dress and a denim jacket matched with my boots. I brushed my hair and gave my pout a touch of my favorite lip tint before I stepped out of my apartment. Dang, it's cold.

While sitting on the bus, I tought of the times me and Heeseung spent on their dorm. Most of the time, the two of us will watch movies or play board games that will eventually end up to us making out in their room. Heeseung, as my first boyfriend, is clingy. He will not hesitate to make the first move and make me feel things I haven't felt before and I love that. One day, when we thought about finally having sex after and when we first tried to do it, Jungwon suddenly knocked on the room saying that the foods they ordered were there already. I remember clearly how hard he was at that time, how I sat on his erection restricted by his boxers and how my school skirt was bunched up to my waist, ready for what was about to happen. But although Heeseung is clingy, he gets pretty flustered easily. That's why when we got interrupted, I know we won't be able to continue anymore. When I came there another time, Heeseung forgot to lock the door so Sunghoon suddenly barged in, thinking the two of us are just chillin' because he heard songs playing inside. But then again, we were almost discarding our clothes. And again, we're interrupted.

Just everytime, every single time we would want to have sex, something has to come up and take away the moment from the both of us. I noticed how Heeseung was flustered and shy the first time it happened and how he was disappointed the last time we got interrupted. I'm wondering if the same thing will happen today even if the boys are out.

I finally saw the familiar sight of their dorm so I went down the bus and texted Heeseung that I'm about to cross the road. Before I could even cross the road, Heeseung was already outside waiting for me. When I reached him he immediately embraced me. He smells so freakin' good, goodness gracious. He wore just plain white shirt and a black baggy sweatpants. His hair now black with an almost mullet making him even more attractive. Can he get even more attractive?

"Someone missed me so much, the stares are melting me." I lightly slapped his arm making him laugh.

When I entered the dorm, Heeseung closed the door and trapped me between his arms, devouring my mouth. I was a bit surprised but immediately responded to the kiss. His hands ran down my hands and I can feel him taking his time. We're not rushing things and we're letting our bodies move accordingly. To my dismay, my stomach grumbled in the middle of our make out sesh. Heeseung opened his eyes, chuckling after he realized my stomach complained. I looked at him apologetically and before I could say anything, Heeseung opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay, Y/N. I know I prepared food and before they get cold and you collapse from hunger let's eat now." No wonder I had a big time crush on him up until now.

After eating the foods he prepared, he took my hand and played some upbeat songs to dance jam with. We continued to dance and converse until we finally felt like sitting already. We sat on the couch and decided to drink some soju.

"Time flies so fast, it's already four in the afternoon. When will the boys come home?" I asked him while he poured me a drink.

"Jungwon, Sunoo and Ni-Ki will be home by nine I guess. They said they'll be having dinner outside. Sunghoon, Jake and Jay won't be home until tomorrow morning due to their personal errands." My mouth formed an 'o'. It's very rare that the boys go out and have time of their own.

"Thank you for spending your spare time with me. I really appreciate it." I raised my glass and took a shot of it. "Oh, shoot. That still hits!" My face grimaced with the taste of alcohol. Heeseung laughed at my expression. He know how low my alcohol tolerance is so he never lets me finish a bottle to myself. After a few more shots, I know that tipsy is enough so I stopped. Heeseung drank the remaining drink. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his temples. I took a good look at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend, gulping from the bottle, adam's apple shifting with every gulp, his shirt hanging low down to his chest, eyebrows furrowing from the aftertaste of the alcohol. Heavenly.

"You might drool, sweetheart." To my surprise, Heeseung was already mere centimeters away from my face. He played with the lace of the hem of my dress. "You dolled up for me today with this dress despite the fact we're staying at home and it's freezing cold outside." I can only look at him, too tempted of his actions. "I see you wore the lip tint I gave you. I was right when I thought it would suit you." His gaze went down to my lips. He held my hand and I squeezed it.

No words needed, he gave me wet kisses on my neck. "Do you know how much I waited to finally have time with you alone?" He managed to mumble while still kissing my jaw and everywhere else he could. I can feel he's getting impatient but he still made sure to savor every moment. I can only hum as a response. I turned his head to mine and kissed him. The taste and the flavor of the drink lingered everytime our tongues fought. "Your lips taste so good, Heeseung." He bit my bottom lip and held my hair to deepen the kiss. Fervor grew each and every minute, my denim jacket, his shirt and sweatpants now discarded while he held my thighs and I straddled him. He held onto my ass before standing up and giving it a sharp slap that made me yelp. I can feel the erection growing from his sweatpants. I rolled my hips to make my pooling core meet his member that made him groan. I noticed how his half-lidded eyes are now filled with so much lust.

"Heeseung, please just fuck me now." I continued to roll my hips in his. Growing impatient, he pinned me to the wall and bunched my dress up to my waist. He took his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He held my waist as I slowly sat down on his thick cock. When I was finally halfway, he thrusted up and picked up his pace immediately. His movements show how much he's thirsty to do this all along. Heeseung played and flicked my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other one. I didn't know how to react, all I know was the dorm was filled with our moaning noises. "You know how much I wanted to pound into you like this, hm? I know you wanted me to fuck you too huh don't you?" His brows furrowed while his eyes remained filled with lust. "Want me to fuck you real hard? Use your words baby."

"Yes, Heeseung please!" Tears started forming in my eyes from pleasure. "Yeah, I like that. Always say please, baby." I rolled my hips to meet his movements and moaned directly into his ear. I kissed the spot behind his ear making him moan. Heeseung opened their room and lay me down his bed without breaking our kiss and position. Once I was comfortably laying down, he took one of my legs up and placed it on his shoulders. I ran my hands on his well-built chest and his abs. I took time to admire my heavenly-looking boyfriend hungrily fucking me. "Fuck, Heeseung. You look so hot." I cannot contain it any longer. "You too, Y/N, you look hotter than hell." He pulled my dress up and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving me with my underwear. He took away my bra and without a warning, he tore my panties not wanting to pull out from me. My mouth opened agape in surprise from him tearing my panty and his thrusts growing even faster, hitting a spot that made me emit a high-pitched moan. "Just like that, baby. Doing so good for me." He held onto my waist in the tightest way possible to hold me in place.

"So fucking tight." His growl made me unconsciously clench around him. He kneaded my breasts while the room was filled with the noise of our skin slapping, his growls and my moans. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He continued to moan my name each time. I didn't know his thrusts could still grow faster and deeper, a knot forming in my stomach making me hold onto his bicep while moaning his name. He drew circles on my aching clit, enough to overstimulate me. It's so intense my legs were shaking and my toes curling. "Me too, Heeseung. I-I'm cumming." He kissed me and rode my high until his own high came, my name and curses leaving his mouth. He pulled out and came on my stomach.

After catching our breaths from the intensity, Heeseung got up to grab tissues and clean the mess. "Finally, no one interrupted us." I chuckled. "Yeah, finally. I was really looking forward to finally having you to myself, Y/N." He covered my body with blanket before lying down beside me. "It's cold, jagi. Please hug me~" This was his complete opposite minutes ago. I snuggled to his chest, bodies sweaty but none of us cared. He wrapped his arms around my body and hummed me a lull while caressing my hair. What an adorable yet thirsty baby, I thought.

[thathelplesshomeschooler]

humans are space orcs (with magic!) *skillz to pay the billz pt 1*

5wow i have been gone for a hot minute but i think i’m gonna tryn write more on here, but school’s starting up again soon so we’ll see how that actually goes. anyway, without further ado, here is another short story or sum, based on how some people can cook, and how some absolutely cannot

also i had to resist so hard from writing that’s what she said at the end so i will have to console myself with writing it up here.

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The VIV Narrtor was docked at a WayCenter Station for repairs after a gamma burst from a neutron star had fried nearly all the sensors. As it was the humans had decided to designated this as their “vacation” and had put their money together and were renting a small abode for the duration of the repairs. Not wanting to miss out on any possible research, Drerzii had insisted that he and Tygeria rent the room across the street from the humans. 

And so Tygeria found herself the windowsill with a pair of “binoculars” as the humans called it, in her hand. Currently the humans weren’t doing much, in fact it appeared that only one of them was up and active. Uhris, clad only in his undergarments, was in the sustenance preparation room, making ready the pot of dark, steaming liquid that the humans drank every morning. She and Drerzii had suspected it to be either some sort of religious ceremony or a necessity of their species, much like how the dular always had to eat from a plant native to their planet before they ate anything else or they would die. However, neither of them had mustered the courage to ask the humans. If it was indeed a private matter, it might not be appreciated if they suspected they were being studied so thoroughly. And an angry human was not something Tygeria wanted to see. 

As she observed, the rest of the humans slowly arose from their slumber, except for Taurus. Being the largest of them all, Tygeria suspected that he likely needed more rest than the rest of them in order to move his mass around. She noted her thoughts on a holotablet. 

When she resumed her observations, she noted that Uhris was preparing sustenance, and quite a large amount. He must be feeding the entire group. It was strange she thought, since his records didn’t indicate that he had been trained in sustenance preparation, but he seemed quite adept in his actions. Perhaps he had trained in secret, hoping one day to be employed as a sustenance prepare. These “chefs” apparently were quite coveted in any group. 

The group spent most of the morning hours indoors, but what they were doing exactly Tygeria couldn’t say exactly. They were certainly enjoying themselves at the very least. Around midday Uhris and Enara walked out of the building. Tygeria leaned forward, her interested piqued. “Drerzii, Drerzii! They’re headed this way.” Her carapace tingled with mixed fear and excitement. They’d been found out. Surely the humans would be angry at being spied on. Drerzii rose from his resting state. 

“My dear Tygeria, you surely must be mistaken. The humans-” He stopped as he peered out the window, “Oh. You’re quite right Tygeria. But do calm yourself, I doubt they mean us any harm. Likely their simply curious. Their species’ natural inclement is towards curiosity rather than violence; however, I suppose we should be prepared. There, I have a clear line of communication to command should anything happen.” 

Tygeria appreciated his actions, but her carapace still tingled. A minute later there was a knock on the door. She walked quickly across the room and opened the door. Uhris and Enara stood in the entryway. 

Uhris switched his hand from scratching the back of his head to giving them a little wave. “Uh hey. Anne pointed out that you guys were staying across the street from us, and we all agreed that we couldn’t just let you guys stay here.” It was exactly as Tygeria feared, the humans were angry about being spied on. Drerzii’s flashing colors echoed her fear. “So we- Drerzii you okay? You’re putting on a whole light show my dude.”

“Oh, yes, I’m quite fine. For the time being at least.”

“Erm, yeah, whatever that means. Anyway, we’re about to have lunch, so we wanted to know if you guys wanted to join us. We might do something later, but we haven’t decided what yet.”

Tygeria lowered her head so it was on eye-level with the human. It didn’t make much of a difference to her, what with her infrared vision, but apparently it was a human gesture. “You don’t intend us any harm?”

The two humans looked on in confusion. “N-no? I mean why would we want to hurt you? We just wanted to know if you wanted to eat with us, but if you don’t that’s fine too.”

Tygeria was taken aback. Did they not know? “Because we were obs-”

“Of course we would be delighted to enjoy you for a meal. I unfortunately am unable to consume at the current moment, but I would be delighted to participate in your fellowship.”

“Oh. Great, well you guys can head on over then. Enara and I are just going to get some groceries, but we’ll be back in just a few minutes. The door’s unlocked so just head right in”

And so the humans headed off toward the provisions center of the station while Tygeria and Drerzii made their way to the humans rooms. Upon entering the room they were met with ferocious laughter. The terrifying sound of mirth coming from all three of the humans. Taurus, who apparently was in the middle of a story glanced over towards the door, his predatory eyes moving by pure instinct. He motioned with his hand. “Come on over guys, I was just telling them about when I managed to get a screw jammed up my nose.” It took a few minutes of recap for Tygeria and Drerzii to understand the situation, but it was incomprehnsible why the humans found it so funny.

Uhris and Enara arrived shortly after the story was finished. Both had bags filled with consumables in both hands. Taurus hooted from across the room “Uwu, y’all look like a couple, walking in with your groceries.”

Uhris breathed heavily through his nose, what Tygeria believed was called a “snort.” “If I was Jason maybe we’d be a couple.” At that comment Jason started coughing and Enara’s face grew red. Perhaps, Tygeria thought, this has something to do with them ‘liking’ each other.

“Anyway, we’re going to get started on lunch. Y’all just sit tight. Also Tygeria you should be able to eat this, we got food that’s edible for you too.” She clicked her thanks.

It was very considerate that the humans would use sustenance that she would be able to ingest as well. She was, however, concerned. Among her kind she was known to have rather specific preferences. However she couldn’t risk offending the humans by not eating any sustenance they prepared. But as they worked in the kitchen, her olfactory senses began to tingle. The smells of whatever it was they were making piqued her curiosity. How could one prepare food so that it would have such a smell? Was this some form of communication between human. Perhaps it was just a byproduct of whatever processes they were using to prepare the sustenance. 

She peered over to see both Uhris and Enara moving efficiently through the kitchen, handing each others utensils and ingredients as they worked. Occasionally one of them would take a small utensil and taste some of the sustenance, then make a small adjustment to the ratios of ingredients. Sometimes they would ask each others opinions or hand something off to the other. Tygeria was astonished at the ease with which they hurried through their movements. Uhris placed his creation in the heating unit and turned to the rest of them. “Alright, so this should take just a few minutes to bake, and then we’ll be good to go.”

Taurus set out dishes for everyone to eat on, except for Drerzii, who had declined on account of his metabolic processes not being in service for the time being. Once Uhris had deemed the time to be right, he carefully pulled the sustenance from the heating chamber and placed it upon the table. Enara came from the kitchen and placed what she had prepared next to Uhris’. “Just wait for it to cool down and then go ahead and dig in.”

With a laugh Jason raised his hand, “So what exactly is it that we’re eating.”

Uhris bared his teeth, then quickly changed his expression to be less frightening for Tygeria and Drerzii. “What we have here is a magherita flatbread, made completely by hand, with non-native ingredients. I subbed uthara for tomatoes for both the garnish and the sauce, and used tehari cream instead of cheese. And the crust is, actually I don’t know what it is, it just said it could be substituted on my holotablet. But Enara, tell them what you made.”

“What we have here is a fruit salad, also made with ‘non-native’ ingredients, as Uhri put it. And I put in some of the spices they had at the compound for some added flavor.”

Jason laughed, “So basically we’re having alien pizza and alien fruit salad? This is really gonna be the test guys.” With that he took out the first section of the ‘flatbread’ and took a bite. His eyes opened wide and he made a sound deep in his throat. With a mouth full of food he said, “Oh yeah, thish ish the sh*t you guys.” 

What exactly that meant, Tygeria wasn’t sure, but the rest of the humans began consuming the sustenance, and so Tygeria took one of the squares and took a bite of it herself. Her carapace tingled with delight. The flavors burst in her mouth, sweet and salty combining perfectly. She hummed with delight, this was beyond what she would have imagined the humans to be capable of. She then took a portion of the ‘fruit salad’ and ate some of that as well. It complimented the flatbread in a way that she didn’t know was even possible. She quickly secured another few servings, making sure she would have enough for later on. She would have to savor the taste whenever she had the chance. But she couldn’t help but to hum even more as she continued to feed on it. 

“Well it looks like we have one very happy customer.” Uhri said.

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The rest of the day the group simply stayed indoors and talked about a myriad of subjects. Enara’s skill in the kitchen had come about simply because she liked to cook as a past time. It was, as she said, “A pleasure to see my work put smiles on faces. And even better if I can make the food healthy.” Uhri had apparently worked in his family’s business of making food for special events, something called catering, and had picked up his skills from his years helping around the kitchen. He volunteered to make another meal for dinner, but before he could start Anne stopped him. 

She stepped into the kitchen and turned to him “It’s been a while since I’ve made anything for anyone else, but I’d like to try to make something for you guys.”

Uhri shrugged, “Knock yourself out.” Tygeria was startled by this. Why would Anne hit herself so hard as to knock her unconscious? She was about to raise her concern when Uhri spoke, “I didn’t mean it literally. It’s a human saying, kind of like good luck, or go right ahead.” 

She hummed her acknowledgement, but was still confused as to why anyone would say this. 

Taurus paused, “Wait Anne, I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well I did live by myself for two years in college. And I got sick of instant ramen after the first semester, so I had to learn.” 

This made sense to Tygeria, humans apparently had to fend for themselves once they reached a certain age. Their parents would assist but for the most part they were on their own. Next to her Drerzii trumpeted with delight. “Why, Tygeria I have been fastidiously taking notes of this whole occasion, and I would like to mull over them with you later. We can see what our thoughts are, but this entire time has been so enlightening.”

A few short minutes later Anne huffed out of the kitchen a steaming platter in her hands. The smell coming from it was just as strong as the one coming from the earlier dishes, but not quite so delectable in nature. Anne plopped it down in the middle of the table and introduced the dish. “It’s a bean casserole, or at least as close as I could get to one with what we have.”

Jason was again the first one to take a bite. He slowly pulled his utensil out of his mouth. Anne beamed, “So, what do you think?”

Jason shook slightly, “It’s definitely something else. You’ve got a real flavor there I’ll tell you that.” He timidly placed another portion in his mouth, shutting his eyes as he did so. 

The others began to eat, and had similar reactions. Slow, and usually taking a drink of water after every bite they had. It was a completely different reaction to what they had before. Before she could take a bite, Drerzii whispered in her ear, “Tell me what it tastes like.” 

So she  put a large portion on her plate, and another large portion in her mouth. If it was anything like the bliss she had tasted earlier she would have to start eating the humans food more often. Unfortunately, it was nothing like what she had eaten earlier. It was as if whatever the flavor was meant to be had become evil and was attacking her mouth. And the way it felt, it was incredibly dry, parching her mouth. She quickly grabbed a cup of water and downed it, trying to suppress the taste and texture. She turned to Drerzii and spoke quietly, not wanting to offend Anne, “It’s awful. I would not recommend trying it.” She looked back to see Anne staring directly at her. Her predatory hearing must have heard Tygeria’s report. 

“Is it actually that bad? I know I might have fudged some of the spices, but was it actually that bad?” 

Tygeria started to panic. How could she tell the human that it was possibly the worst thing she had ever tasted? Humans were easily offended when it came to things they made themselves. It wouldn’t do for her to insult the food. But she could thing of no other honest alternative. Right as she was about to confirm, Taurus spoke. “To be honest Anne, it’s not great. It’s pretty dry and you overdid it with the flavoring. But trust me it’s not as bad as my grandmothers cooking. That was a culinary nightmare. I can at least eat this.” 

Anne nodded, liquid gathering at the bottoms of her eyes. Tygeria tilted her head, she had heard that liquid spilled from humans eyes when they got emotional, and the action even had a name. So she asked, “Are you going to cry?”

Instantly Anne stood straight, and shook her head. “Throw the food away. I’ll just go out and grab something pre-made.” With that she dashed out the door. 

“Did I say something wrong?”

“I mean, yeah, you aren’t really supposed to ask people if they’re going to cry.” Taurus said, “But at least we don’t have to finish the food. God it was disgusting, I thought I was going to throw up.” 

Enara struck him on the shoulder. “Don’t say that, she tried her best.”

“I mean am I wrong?”

Enara raised her hand as if to cuff him again, but slowly let her arm down. “No, not really, it was pretty terrible. I’m going to go find her, but let’s do try to cheer her up when she comes back.” And with that Enara rose and left the room. As soon as she had Uhris spat out a slimy, semi-chewed portion of the food. “That shit was nasty, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow.”

Tygeria wondered how any human could take the risk of attempting to prepare sustenance of the potential for disaster was this, this massacre of the tastebuds.

[moxfirefly]

@just-straight-up-chaos wanted smutty Halloween headcanon’s

So let’s do this 🎃

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What’s a spooky night without some lab activities?

And by activities I mean, lets get your back blown out in a dimly lit lab with this total mad scientist

Y’all get a little too into the fantasy ngl

It’s on the observation gurney he’s got set up for when the guys need to be tended for wounds (don’t worry everything is sanitized to high end)

The cold metal against your skin, chest pressed firmly

You feel those big ass hands on your hips

Your costume is bunched up and honestly Donnie has ripped some of the seams and he isn’t even sorry

Halloween is on a full mood, he’s blaming it on that

The music from the party is drowning out your noises and you’re thankful cause whatever has overtaken him has got you making some of the most embarrassing noises

It’s in the craziness of it all, the exquisite feeling coursing through you that he grabs a chunk of your hair, pulls you back and you’re done for

Full body shutter

Donnie at your ear telling you that you’re such a good girl

He loves the mess you’ve made around his cock

Your a limp noodle on the gurney

Donnie’s still hard

He makes some medical pun but you’re so gooey and satisfied so when he picks up at it again and the overstimulation hits

You grin like a sex crazed bitch

Oh boy

Are you teasing this little shit by sucking on a lollipop

Left overs from a bowl you had for the trick or treaters

And you’re taking your damn time savoring the caramel flavor

The horror movie is background noise at this point for Mikey I mean he’s more preoccupied with your pretty lips sliding across the round candy, the small pink of your tongue twirling around it

He makes some comment about you liking that treat more than him: he is the ultimate treat after all

So here’s your trick

He’s kissing on your neck, leaving little marks here and there, hands grope your breast, he def paying extra attention to those sensitive nips

He tells you to keep enjoying your candy and you almost bite through the rock when you feel those hands in your shorts

You’re watching Leatherface revving his chainsaw when Mikey gets knuckle deep in you

And it never fails to knock the wind out of you how thick it feels, you can only handle one

Mikey may be phenomenal with his mouth but Christ does he have some of the best finger game you’ve ever experienced

Your lollipop is somewhere on the floor because you’re too busy holding on to him when you start to feel you leg cramp up in that painful delicious sensation

You clamp down so hard that Mikey says you’re gonna break his finger, and that he’s more than ok with it

You loose your sense of hearing for a solid five seconds when you cum

You guys are watching the parade from a roof top

He’s not watching watching it tho you know?

He’s absolutely mesmerized by you and your red lip stick like wow he’s seen you with your lip tinted all shades but this red is basically HIS red

How can a color look so deliciously enticing?

Either way Raph’s mind is hyper focused and the cheers and screams and music are taking a back seat

You start giggling and the way your lips spread open in a smile have him gutted

This lad loves you™️

He especially loves how y’all somehow end up in this current predicament where his shorts or past his thighs and your lips are wrapped around his dick

The way the the color contrast against his member, the stains around your lips and chin with each upward and downward movement

God it’s so cute that you’re trying to take him past your usual amount and the way you gag and choke, spittle pooling at the base of his dick and your chin is such a sight to Raph

He praises the hell out of you, Raph can’t shut up as is but when you’re choking on his dick is extra filthy

Lots of “ya like that?” “Ya so good at this baby girl” “take me like a champ”

The guttural “fuuuuuck” when he cums

His pupils blown out when he sees you licking every last drop from his dick to your lips to your finger tips

Leo’s called Honor Boy for a reason

But you somehow manage for this to happen

Maybe it’s the rum chocolate bars

But you beg Leo to break the two of you into an abandoned building that’s supposedly haunted

Between the tipsy giggling and you trying to scare Leo with your ghost stories

He gets handsy™️

Tipsy Leo is handsy my dude

Like he’s necking at you, gripping your ass, grinding into you

You’re both laughing and shushing each other

He backs you up against a wall and kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in months

You undo his pants as best as possible and he damn near rips yours down the middle

He does tear your underwear

Another pair dead

It’s messy and sloppy not the usual finessing Leo is accustomed too and that’s something you’re legit soaked over

You tell him he’s such a good boy and tipsy Leo is the best to bring out sub!Leo and he eats up the praise

You tell him that he fucks you so good, that nobody has ever made you cream yourself like he does, how big his dick is how it always feels like you’re gonna be torn apart by it

He’s panting and churring and fucking into you fast and sloppy your name falling in praise

He worships you

You’re his goddess

He holds onto you so tightly but he refuses to cum unless you do and once he’s got your screams echoing through the building is when Leo spills into you

You bite your lip ‘tsk tsk’ at him

“Did i tell you you could cum, blue boy?” You purr and Leo shudders, member giving another twitch withing you

[bubblyani]

New Resolution

(Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

A Klaus Hargreeves One Shot (Season 2)

Genre: Fluff 

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Few minutes before New Year’s Eve of 1962, Klaus Hargreeves finds haven in your company in the most unconventional manner.

Author’s Note: Ever since I watched Season 2 of TUA, I was aching to write something for Klaus. Thankfully I was blessed with a fun idea before the end of the year. Final fic for this year. Hope y’all enjoy! Happy New Year!

Palpable excitement of the Dallas night sky greeted you with fervor, which could only be empathized by any love struck soul, waiting for one’s significant other on a romantic rendezvous. Exiting the restaurant, you glanced upon your enthusiastic greeter with a silent apology for your delay, masked with a warm smile.

“Again?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip upon hearing that query. And your suspicions were proven correct, the moment you turned back to catch the sight of your friend, leaning against the door with raised eyebrows. You chuckled. For it seemed that, even in the midst of the music that was played out loud, or the sharp moves of the twist performed in syncopation by alcohol fueled occupants indoors, your friend managed to notice your absence from the booth table. You were not surprised, but simply impressed by his consistency all these years.

“Yep…” you replied, smiling “See you next year”

With a small wave, you proceeded to walk, unaware of your friend shaking his head with a smile before returning to the diner.

Rhythmic clicks of your winter boots accompanied your ears whilst you kept walking on the street pavement. Passerby’s grew less the further you walked, and it was all in your favor. It did not seem shocking, with most folk congregating in Diners, Bars, Discos or the comfort of their homes. Thus, the street was almost deserted. Christmas flavor continued to linger in some storefronts, while others have completely stripped themselves from it. Cold air left your painted red lips as you finally halted in front of a bare tree. Though its leaves have forsaken it, bright, electric lights seemed to have kept it company, illuminating and providing it with a sense of spectacle that never would be experienced in any other time of the year. You smiled to yourself. This was indeed the perfect spot.

With few minutes to midnight, you were prepared, to indulge in the Fireworks and welcome the New Year in style: Your personal tradition.

Your body swayed from side to side, fighting the chill whilst your gloved hands dug into the coat pockets. You did not regret choosing this over the warmth of indoors. With no family nearby, you preferred this. Besides, annually welcoming the new year in solitude proved to be helpful in concealing a particular form of cowardice; the one you longed to eliminate. You pressed your lips upon the mere thought of it. Perhaps it could be your New Resolution. Overcoming that cowardice at last-

You paused, intruding your own pondering, by the mere sight far ahead of you. A lone figure in the form of a tall, thin man appeared in your eye line, running from afar. With a bottle in hand, he was frantic, while a clamor of voices followed him, seemingly causing him enough stress to toss the bottle aside to shatter. Unmoved, you noticed his long wavy brunette locks that bounced on his shoulders, and his skinny frame moving with ease in an eccentric winter coat and noticeably tight pants.Your eyebrows furrowed, for you could not help but wonder: Who was he? And why on earth did he point at you all the sudden?

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As fast as his long limbs could carry him, Klaus Hargreeves bolted. And as he did, he longed to maintain balance over the surface of the street, which still seemed to retain the taste of snow. It was challenging, especially once he doused himself with a swig of rum a few minutes earlier. The moment he found a narrow alleyway, he was full of relief.

“You know, hiding here isn’t gonna help you” The ghost of Ben Hargreeves began, leaning against the brick wall with his arms folded, watching his brother recover his breath. Rolling his eyes, Klaus scoffed: 
“Yeah, like you have any better ideas”

“Yeah, like telling them the truth…”

“Oh, if only it was so easy now…” Klaus replied, sarcasm rife in his tone. Ben could only shake his head with a sigh. Watching his reckless brother take another sip from the bottle, it was evident that there really was no winning with him. Except, Klaus spat his drink right then. The moment the voices grew louder:

“Prophet! PROPHET!” 
 “Shit!” Klaus hissed, cradling his bottle with alarm. The voices certainly were fast approaching. Was an escape possible? Prior to Ben’s consultation, Number 4 tip toed out in to the street. 
 “There he is!!”
 Only to be spotted by one frantic devotee, standing a few feet away. One excited enough to turn back and call for the rest of his group: Destiny’s Children.

Klaus made a run for it, finding himself quick on his feet, making a right turn to another street. A seemingly dim and quiet one. His speed required consistency, as his followers were young and energetic. They may be far away, yet could running be the only option ?

“Shit shit shit!” Curses were in abundance as Klaus kept running. Glancing upon the Bottle of Rum still in his brother’s hand, Ben was nothing short of annoyed whilst he ran alongside him:

“WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THE DAMN BOTTLE??”

“If I’m gonna run a marathon, I need my fuel, OKAY??”

Speed was in dire need of increasing the moment both men looked back to find the passionate group coming in strong, possibly will be entering the same street. Thus, forcing Klaus to toss his bottle away with frustration.

“So, where are we headed?”

With Ben’s query echoing within, Klaus’ eyes darted towards the brightest spot on the street: a bare tree decorated with many a light bulbs, the closed up shop right behind, and the young woman standing beside it, staring at him with a puzzled expression. His eyes widened.

“Wait…” he said panting, “I got an idea…” before speeding up further. Except this time, he ran towards the rather beautiful woman.

“Klaus…” Ben’s concerned voice followed him, “What are you doing?” He inquired quick as he watched his brother leap before the woman with a smile. “Hey!” Klaus breathed, grabbing her hand within seconds. To her shock. “Uh-Wait!” She responded, “Wha-” Pulling her over to the closed storefront, Klaus simply could not waste any time providing answers. “Mister…” he heard her attempt, gasping the moment she was spun around, in order for him to bump against the store door with a thud. Pulling her to him with intensity, her coat strategically blocked the view to Klaus’ relief. “What are yo-” Her repeated attempt seemed moot, when Klaus unveiled the final surprise, by kissing her on the lips.

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The spectacle of Fireworks, that was all that you longed to see at the stroke of midnight. But instead, life decides to throw in a stranger before you, just so he could pull you to a corner, just so he could kiss you.

Forcing you to face the sole fear you cowered from.

It was accepted. It was admitted. You were never the biggest enthusiast in taking these so-called risky moves. Your friends were well aware. Thus, it was no surprise when you found yourself being constantly encouraged to take that extra step, to let loose as all might say. And in truth, you shared their sentiments. Bravery and breakthrough was what you longed for. However, never did you realize they would be tested out of your control.  

Your utmost surprise was evident in your wide eyes, and numb lips. Barely engaged, his lips remained glued against yours at length. And given his eyes were scanning  the road, you were convinced it simply was his cover. Especially when your ears were reunited with the sounds of the clamoring crowd with volume, only to disappear into the distance within a mere few seconds. This was a cover, you were ever more certain when the man pulled his lips away from yours soon after with a casual sigh of relief:

“Phew! Looks like the coast is clear…” you heard him chuckle. The manner in which his grip on you loosened, it was clear he was attempting to take a peek at the now-empty street. Yet, you dared not respond. Not when the shock was still rife in you. Unmoved, you merely stood there. And this attitude caught his attention, as his eyes caught yours with concern.

“Hey…” he breathed soft, “You okay-”

He paused, as soon as your fingers landed on his lips. For finally, a sense of control caught up with you. And a deep breath managed to provide you with a sense of clarity. Did life offer to slow down time for a split second? Or perhaps it could be the most awkward silence you would ever experience. Nevertheless, you did not care. 
 For at last, you were capable of appreciating his beautiful emerald orbs that stared at you. For at last, you recalled his sweet tone of a voice that seemed to linger in your ears in remnants, even after long passed.  For at last, your fingers managed to savor the softness of his lips that your own ones did not sense.

That was the moment you wondered: Was this seemingly handsome stranger put in your path, for a New Year miracle? Given you did not spontaneously combust by the brush of his lips, it was evident he intended no harm. In fact, he was far from harmful. Easy on the eyes, to be perfectly frank. The mere thought almost caused blushes. Thus, the question within you arose: were  you willing to release this opportunity by the hand, or grab it by the belt and overcome this fear taken in the form of this nice surprise? Exhaling deep, you moved your fingers away. 
 “What?” The man muttered puzzled, “ What’s going o-”

You shushed him this time, by pulling him by the neck, and clashing your lips against his instead. You had certainly chosen the latter. 
 Even if this stranger will not reciprocate, memorable was all you hoped this kiss would be. With your eyes closed, you kissed him with focus, you kissed with intention. Bravery would be proud of you tonight already. You were satisfied.

However, to your surprise, the weight of his lips fell back over to you when he held you by the waist and kissed you right back, with a bang. A bang that permitted butterflies to simply apparate in your stomach.

Excitement finally coursed through your bloodstream as it seemed. Especially when both pairs of lips were in mutual decision, resolving their differences and move together. The lips were empathizing two reluctant dance partners finally giving in, only to discover their body frames fitting in with perfection, and to realize the chemistry was far superior than expected. The lips were certainly keen empathizers. It was unfathomable of how his lips fit in with yours with such effortlessness, for they were the type you always dreamed of. Kissing with fervor, you tasted alcohol that seemed to have lingered in his mouth. Rum, perhaps? But in truth, Rum was nowhere powerful to the taste his own lips exuded. For he was the definition of eccentric. With coincidental motion, both tongues seemed to have made their entrances simultaneously, causing moans to enter each others mouths. Moans that were shameless but raw, while the tongues crashed. The passion was of a wonderful mixture of adolescent and adult frustration, finally being satisfied. Especially when the tongues eventually picked up their pace, to simply embrace and deepen the kiss even further.

Passion joined excitement in your bloodstream soon after, for hands found themselves to be quite useful during. While your lips kept themselves occupied, your fingers found haven in his head. Making a start from his roots, your keen fingers moved down to the ends of his luscious wavy locks in slow motion. The manner in which they tangled in your fingers brought joy, permitting you to indulge in the brunette softness.

His hands were useful as well, except his were far more daring. And you did not seem surprised. His lovely hands slithered in through your coat, only to trace the softness of your dress. The daredevil came into fruition when his long fingers proceeded to your back, tracing the lining of your bra with curiosity. Loss of balance was a blessing when you found yourself pressed against him in eventuality. The countdown may have begun, but it did not distract this. Distant cries of greeters, announcing the arrival of the New Year may have reached your ears, yet you were not interested. Even the sudden burst of the commencement of Fireworks did not frighten you, for it only morphed into the reflection of the magic that took place between you, and this handsome stranger you have locked lips with. The magic so strong, you were urged to moan louder. 


“Oh crap!”


Until he pushed you away by the shoulders with force.

“W-what?” You slurred mindlessly and with impatience, “Oh my-”

Only to suppress your giggles, the moment your eyes caught him hiding the erection that was suddenly visible through his super tight pants.

Never did you imagine these pairs of lips would conclude their passionate encounter with embarrassed laughter.

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As the years before, Dallas did not disappoint with the Fireworks filling up the night sky. Bright, colorful sparks reflected on your beaming face, as you watched the spectacle sitting on the pavement. With more people out on the street, it seemed difficult to imagine it was a dim, quiet area right before.


“Oh! You didn’t leave”

His voice made you turn to him. Fixing his hair, the handsome stranger finally appeared out of the store entrance, “…thought my little friend scared you off…” he added with a cheeky tone. To which you chuckled upon realization: 
 “Well…” you smirked, “…your little friend gave quite the big impression…” you said with suggestive eyebrows indicating his pants, causing him to laugh “Sorry…” you chuckled once more, averting your eyes with embarrassment, “that was a bad joke…” you excused, your gaze darting towards the sky, “I was just watching the Fireworks…”

Seemingly, your joke did not push him away. Instead he sat right beside you.

“I’m Klaus, by the way” he said, making you face him once more. Offering your own name in kind, you smiled. Given the circumstances, it did not hurt to know his name. In fact, it seemed rewarding, for you did not regret kissing him.

You heard Klaus sigh a few seconds later. “Another year…gone…” you heard him say.
“Yep…” You nodded, “…crazy how time flies, huh?” Stretching his long arms up high, Klaus yawned, “Yeah, with all the crazy I’ve seen, I can vouch for that” he said. You sensed the depth of many reasons hidden in those words he uttered. Curiosity grew in you even further. “Speaking of crazy…” you began, turning to him, “What the hell did those people want from you?” You inquired, keeping your hands locked between your thighs, “Do they hate you or somethin’?”

“Oh…” Klaus smiled, “The opposite, actually” he said, as he rubbed his chin. Out of impulse, you surprised him when you grabbed his hand, for you were all the sudden doused with familiarity.

“Wait…” you said, eyes widening while looking at his palm, “….a-are you…” looking at him, you released his hand, “…that cult leader?”

“It’s not a cult”

Laughing in disbelief, you pointed at him with certainty, “So you are the leader, aren’t ya?”

Nodding, Klaus did not seemed overly pleased. Though meeting a celebrated Cult Leader seemed unexpected and exciting for you, it was evident the mere mention of that had exhausted him.

“It was such a stupid mistake…” He muttered, covering his face soon after with a groan, “THAT’S IT!” He exclaimed, taking his hands away, “From this year onwards…no more lying…and no more cults”

Sniggering was inevitable, yet you were not cold hearted, “We ain’t human if we make no mistakes…” which successfully brought a soft chuckle from him.

“What about your…New Year Resolution?” Looking at you, Klaus threw in the query with some sass. That very moment, was when you came to a wonderful realization.

“Kissing a Stranger…” you replied with pride, “…which YOU already made happen…” “Oh!…” he replied with mischief, “Well you can check that off the list…” “I can…” you chuckled, “…and it was…perfec-”

Pausing, you caught his gaze once again. Those emerald eyes of his did not cease to amaze you, especially with the festive fireworks illuminating them with no bounds. He was magic, he was spice. The sight of his facial hair, was a sweet reminder of their playful caresses on your face, whilst his lips held onto yours with hunger few minutes earlier. With every second past, you were certain his inner magnet was drawing you in. However, unrequited emotions never were rewarded. This year was not the year for further mistakes.

“Anyways…” you began, finally standing up, “It was lovely to meet you, Klaus” you smiled with genuine gratitude, “…and it was lovelier to kiss you” biting your lower lip, you chuckled, as hint of blushes crept over to your cheeks, “Happy New Year”

Turning around, bravery entered your lungs when you began to walk.

“Wait!”

Klaus’ voice caused you to spin round right back to him with surprise. For it was highly unexpected. Clearing his throat, Klaus stood before you, adorning a demeanor deemed shy.

“You wanna …maybe take a walk or something?” He inquired, “Maybe…” adding a chuckle, he continued, “…protect me from my followers again?”

Sense of excitement enveloped by warmth trickled down your heart. The new year indeed was promising from the very start. With your hands behind your back, you threw in a playful look with a smile:

“Where do you wanna go?”

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Turn The Page - A Knubbdensen Tale (2)

Caution: This fic will contain extremely dark and serious themes, including discussion of the Vietnam War, the consequences of drug use, s*ic*de, slight brainwashing, self h*rm and mental illness that isn’t glamorized. If you can’t handle those topics, steer away from this fic for your own protection. As always, Zita Lang Knubbler and Penny Lang are the creations of the lovely @yourprettyfacebones.

AN, VERY IMPORTANT: This page in particular has a brief but somewhat graphic depiction of self h*rm urges, alongside some unreality in the beginning.

Unrelated, but how would y’all feel about me making a tag/notif list?

“Let’s rock talk.” Twinkletits sat backwards in his chair, looking at you. “So, look, what Dick did on the previous page is extremely fucking stupid, especially considering the time period he was living in. So many people in the real world-that means your world-got into vehicles with strange people, and would never arrive at their destination. You know why?” His face suddenly darkened, “Oh, no reason, except they fucking died!” After a few moments, he sat up and his smile returned.

“And I’d just be heartbroken if that happened to you, readers, because you’re awesome people and you would be missed by so many people. Be safe out there, all of you, and don’t get into stranger’s cars. Good rock talk. Bye for now!” He waved cheerfully.

~~~

{????, 1972}

The blonde boy stumbled a little on the flooring, then fell into an olive green seat on his right, panting. Holy shit. He just got onto an ugly bus with a bunch of strange hippies. Backpack in his lap, he took time to look around and get a hint of his new surroundings.

“You in?“ The other veteran asked. Richard just nodded.

“Yeah…”

“Right on.” The older man slid the door shut, then

maneuvered up to the driver’s seat, rummaging through a duffel bag for something.

It was a hippie bus, alright. Posters for a cornucopia of bands Pastor Tom called satanic were plastered haphazardly on the walls and ceiling, some overlapping and obscuring their names. Next to his seat was a small fridge and countertop, and he swore he smelled booze in there.

“Welcome to the Pop Rock Crew, maaaan.” A guy who could only have been a couple of years older than him sat up from behind the seat in front of the blonde, eyes bright red. He was topless and wore a black paisley bandana around his head, along with a black string around his neck bearing a small wooden peace sign. Several other young men and women got up behind him, their eyes equally red.

“You’re gonna love it here,” A girl with long brown hair in a flower crown who looked about his age emerged from behind Richard himself, making him jump.

“So you were in ‘Nam, huh?” The older veteran returned and sat down on the seat in front of him, a packet of pop rocks in one hand and a can of coke in the other.

Richard nodded hesitantly, and mumbled again, “Yeah…”

“Lottery?”

That pukey feeling was coming back to him. He gripped the backpack for dead life. “Y-yeah…”

“Hey.” The man smiled softly, and despite everything, he felt soothed. “Don’t worry about a thing, kid. You’re ok now.”

“Am I?” Richard sighed sadly and stared down at his hands.

“You are. We look after each other in the Pop Rock Crew. Speaking of Pop Rocks, you ever had any, kid?” He raised an eyebrow.

Richard shook his head. “W-What’s a pop rock?” Gasps filled the bus, all the hippies looking at him in utter horror, all save for the man, who still had a gentle smile. The boy fought back the urge to shrink back.

“Oh, kid… You’re about to experience the greatest thing in your life.” The man extended his hand to him again, it filled with a handful of the treat; tiny red sugar crystals. “Try it. Strawberry flavor. S’good.”

Like a terrified feral dog being coaxed out of hiding, he stared for a moment, then reached out, carefully took them from his hand and stuck them in his mouth.

“Don’t swallow yet. Just hold it on your tongue and savor that funky burnnnnnn.”

And there indeed was a burn, but it was a pleasant burn, like one gets when drinking soda. He liked it. Loved it, actually.

“Funky, right?”

The boy swallowed, and for the first time since before he got the letter, he chuckled, then laughed. The veteran laughed too.

“Ahhh, man… Name’s Kenneth. What’s yours, kid?”

Feeling a little less burdened, he replied, “Call me Dick.”

~~~

{Mordhaus, Present Day}

Dick checked their visage in the bathroom mirror one more time. Eyes were at full power, charged last night. They were showered. Their teeth were brushed. Their hair was brushed. Their suit was neat and their tie was on correctly. Good. They almost passed for a normal functional jackoff dildo, but their eyes obviously were a dead giveaway that they associated with Dethklok.

Dick stepped away from the mirror and moved their hand to the light switch, and they froze. There was a sliver of pale skin that their suit jacket didn’t cover, on their wrist. That oppressive itchy feeling returned with a vengeance. It begged to be ripped open.

Dick mentally beat themself on the head with a rolled up newspaper.

NO. Knock it off, Knubbler. Think of your kid, ok babe? Can you imagine how heartbroken she’d be if she found out her idiot pops hurt themself? Mindfulness, mindfulness… For the banana sticker. There, good…

They exhaled in relief, the evil thought having passed by harmlessly, and turned off the light. They couldn’t wait to try those fancy fries.

~~~

“The vial containing Seneca.bat has been delivered to the premises, doctor, and is now in the hands of our agent. It will be added to Knubbler’s beverage order.”

“Very good. Keep me posted.”

[mindninjax]

The Night We Met (8)

a/n: SURPRISE!!!! I know, I know. Y’all are probably so upset with me. But I promise you, I will finish this fic. I love it too much to leave it unfinished! I present Chapter 8. Setting up for the big finale! Hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: Angst? 

[previous] {next}

Song: this is me trying- Taylor Swift 

You shove the key to your apartment in the key hole, push open the door, and slam it shut blocking out the world. You lean against the door and slowly slide down to the floor pulling your knees up close to your chest.

Your head is swimming for lack of better words and it pounds incessantly as it tries to catch up with all the new information you’ve just acquired. What does all of this mean? Especially for this new relationship, if you can even call it that, you have with Hawks. You can’t stay away from him, that’s insanely obvious. You’d found yourself back in his life even after having your memories wiped, so clearly some force in the universe is telling you not to shut him out. 

The universe can fuck right off. You think to yourself. He lied to you. Why does everyone keep lying to you and then excusing it by saying they were trying to save you? 

Did they know you at all?  Didn’t they know that honesty was what you’d always valued the most? Not to mention the shit you just found out about your father and your past.

Who was he? Where was he now? Could he be after you? How did he escape? Why did he escape? And how can you catch him and possibly get revenge for what he did? 

There’s a foreign noise in your apartment, weird staccato breathing like a pregnant woman ringing in your ears and dancing around the room like a disciplined ballet dancer. It takes you a moment to realize the hysterical crying is coming from you. Your head is in between your knees now and there’s a huge wet stain on your shorts from the tears slipping off the tip of your nose. 

You focus on calming your breathing down and emptying your mind and as you do you curl up in a ball in front of the door and fall asleep. 

Your dreams are filled with Hawks. They flip quickly from young teenage Hawks to Hawks now, to that terrifying beat up Hawks you saw before you woke up this morning and in some instances your father’s face. 

A knock on your door rouses you from your short slumber and you have to physically stop yourself from rushing to open the door to see if it’s him. You’re ashamed at how disappointed you are with the familiar voice on the other side of the door. 

“Y/n, it’s me. Let me in.” 

You stand and open the door a crack sleepy gaze on the man in front of you. 

Mori. He’s holding your favorite take out and those shitty canned coffee drinks you adore. You open the door wider to let him step inside. 

“Before you ask, no he didn’t ask me to come and yes I already know everything that happened today. Don’t ask how. Just take the food and be happy,” he says placing the food on your kitchen cabinet. 

“I wasn’t going to ask,” you reply, hiding your chagrin at having to bite your tongue.  You both sit on the couch and partake in the food, quietly savoring the flavor. You swallow dryly before gathering the courage to ask Mori why he’s here, but he starts talking at the same time you open your mouth. You snap it shut as he starts his sentence over. 

“I’m not gonna tell you how you should feel. I also probably shouldn’t tell you this, but Hawks practically begged me to step down at being your partner for this case.  Said this case was a big one, really important and needed your expertise and it would be easier if he worked directly with you.” 

You roll your eyes. This is not what you wanted to hear. You can feel the past annoyance bubbling up in you back when you found out Mori stepped down. He continues before you’re able to reply. 

“I think there was something else though. He seemed desperate for me to say yes. Like he knew something more,” he continued. 

You frown. “He did know something more. He knew everything. And kept it from me.” 

“No it felt different. More desperate. I don’t think he would’ve been this desperate to work with you on this one case just to spill the beans about your memories,” Mori says, placing a finger to his chin. 

“Sounds like you’re taking his side,” you interject, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’m not taking any sides. Just telling you my observations that’s all. Look I wouldn’t have agreed if I thought he was going to hurt you in any way. I know he still did, I’m just saying, I think there’s more to this than you think. He didn’t seem desperate to get a date with you, he seemed desperate to solve the case.” Mori finishes.

He grabs the empty carton from your hand and trashes it before returning to the couch and flicking on a funny sitcom. He quietly watches the show as you let his words sink in. You’re grateful for Mori’s company and his friendship. He seems to always know your feelings before you do, I mean he was the one who teased you about Hawks consistently. 

Mori stays for a few hours and leaves as the sun starts to set. You give him a big hug and he rustles your hair like a child. 

“Call me if you need anything,” he says, shutting the door behind him. 

It’s too quiet now. Being alone with your thoughts is not exactly what you need so you head over to your desk and flip open the folder with the investigation notes. 

It’s full of photographs and typed up reports that you’re sure you’re going to have to read through to get caught up on what you’ve missed. The raid is supposed to be tomorrow and the plan to infiltrate should be in this folder. 

You sigh and pick up the first page. It’s handwritten, chicken scratch, and it looks like it was written quickly. You read over it your eyes growing wide as you comprehend what you’re reading. 

Y/n, 

If you’re reading this it means things didn’t go well with telling you about what happened 4 years ago. Look I’m real sorry little dove. For everything. At the time, I just wanted you to get better and be safe. That’s all I ever wanted. I kept my distance, did what the HPSC told me to despite it making me go crazy to be away from you. But if it meant you got to live and be healthy then I won’t lie, I would’ve made the same decision over and over again kid. 

Don’t be mad at your mom, alright? She was just trying to save your life. She loves you, ya know? I’d kill to have a fierce mama bird like that haha. 

Anyway, I’m sorry for putting you through all of this. I swear it ain’t for nothing. I had to make sure… no I had to keep you safe. When I found out you were on this case, I needed to protect you and finish what I started. 

And I intend to do that, Chickadee. I’ll always keep you safe, that’s a promise I’ll never break. 

I’ll stop this once and for all. 

-Keigo

You reread the letter twice before setting it down to shuffle through the remaining typed pages and photos. Hawk’s scratchy writing is littered over all the pages, small notes and questions to himself as he reviewed all the evidence for this case. 

As you dig deeper into the file you realize how close he’s come to cracking this case, the hours he’s put into figuring everything out in the last few days. A tiny red feather sticks out from the last sheet of paper and you pick it up by the stem, examining it carefully. You know he’s able to control each feather but can he feel what those feathers feel as well? You can’t stop the memories of his feathers on your skin as the two of you danced together, how safe you felt when he’d wrapped them around you as you fainted. 

You shake the thought from your mind trying to keep your focus as you continue to read through the files in the folder. You pause for a second realizing there's some information missing. It seems Hawks was able to narrow down the ringleader to two suspects but the trail goes cold. 

There’s no more information, no names listed and the location and date of the raid isn’t included in all this information. 

You’re confused as you shuffle through the pages again searching for the most important page of the report. The standard operational procedure is missing. Why would Hawks forget to include that crucial sheet? It should detail exactly how the raid will unfold down, to the last details and what everyone involved is responsible for at the scene. 

It hits you as the words from his letter float gently around your head. 

When I found out you were on this case, I needed to protect you and finish what I started. 

He wouldn’t leave out the SOP, you know that. He’s way too efficient, cares too much about saving others to fuck that up. Not to mention Mori’s description of his reaction to this case. Finish what he started? You're suddenly pushed to the ground with the weight of your realization as your eyes grow wide in terror. 

You’re moving swiftly around your apartment now, switching your clothes for a comfortable shirt and sweatpants. You grab your keys from the kitchen counter and snatch up the note from him. You hurry for the door and turn the handle before turning back to look at the feather laying on the desk. You quickly dash across the room, grabbing it and stuffing it your shirt as you mutter

“Damn bird brain” and slam and lock the door behind you. 

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Characters: Reader x John Watson

Warnings: mentions of death

Gif credit: violincameos

Sensory Prompt: 09. A perfectly brewed cup of tea

Word Count: 462

A/N: I was gonna use Donna Troy for this prompt but decided to use her for another prompt instead, and figured I had to go with John or Sherlock despite not having much inspiration for the Sherlock fandom. Anyway, hope y’all still enjoy! (drabbles are not open!)

You’re a comfort, the warm glow of an orange sunset, a soothing hug on a bad day. You always have been, always have been a place to turn to for John when he needed refuge. Mary is his wife, Sherlock his best friend, and you somehow fit in with them, are on their level of priority in John’s life. You’re the best friend he can turn to when his life descends into sanity, the best friend who doesn’t scramble his brain like Sherlock does, the best friend he can talk to when things with Mary complicate themselves.

Admittedly, it’s been a while since he last saw you. Between the cases that Sherlock drags him on, John finds himself spending more time with the deceased and the experimented body parts in Sherlock’s fridge than actual people other than Sherlock and Mary. He wants to get better, wants to keep in contact with you more, but the unrelenting rush of life barely gives him time to catch his breath.

And some days, all John wants is to sit down and finally breathe easy, with a good cup of tea. 

He lets himself into your apartment for the first time in months, the door left unlocked for him as he’s immediately greeted with the sound of a whistling teapot, the sound of clinking porcelain and the soft patter of footsteps in your kitchen. He peeks his head around, eyes crinkling from his growing smile as he sees you. You smile warmly back at him, gesturing for him to settle into your living room, and as he lowers himself into his usual armchair, you call out, “The same milk and sugar?”

John’s life may be ever changing, no two days the same in his hectic life, but he feels oddly comforted to know that some things can somehow stay the same. “Yep, the same milk and sugar.”

He watches as you approach, carefully balancing a tray with the same delicate china you always serve tea in. Gentle wisps of steam rise from the teapot and your teacups, and John gratefully picks one cup up as you take the other. Teasingly, the two of you gently clink your glasses against one another, and John lets out a chuckle as he leans back to take a sip.

John closes his eyes, savoring the warmth of the tea as it hits his tongue, the flavor not too overpowering but just strong enough — you always joked your special power was being able to brew a perfect cup of tea. He sinks into the cushions of your armchair as you exchange smiles. Raising his cup ever so slightly, John remarks, “I needed this.”

“So did I.” you laugh. “I’m glad you reached out. It’s good to see you again, John.”

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Previous Chapter: My Hand Goes Word Count: 2,740 Summary: A day after Melanie’s birthday is Yugyeom’s and despite what happened at Lotte World, the male wants to celebrate his birthday with his members and the sisters. Even though Yugyeom nor the others have decided where they wanted to eat yet.

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Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and Yugyeom were the first ones at the entrance waiting for the two pairs to show up. Well, one pair they knew for sure was joining them while the other pair they were still waiting for a response. "Don't you think we should stand away so that no one can recognize us?" Youngjae quietly asked his fellow members as he was aware they were only like two meters from the entrance as other people were passing by. "We should be fine, hyung." BamBam assured. "Well, Mark hyung still hasn't responded back so I don't know if they've left yet." Jackson informed his members with a sour face.

"Chaewon noona would meet us here." Yugyeom said. "But I don't know where they were." "Did Mark hyung said where he and Jyongri noona were, Jackson hyung?" Jinyoung asked as Jackson was still on his phone awaiting a response. "No." "So either pair could take a while. We'll have to wait then." Jinyoung stated although he was suppressing a small smirk from forming. "How long do we have to wait?" Youngjae whined. "My stomach hurts." "You could have eaten on the way over here, hyung." Yugyeom told him with a pointed look. "We had plenty of time before coming here, too. Or you could just go back in and grab a snack."

Youngjae frowned. "I don't wanna go by myself." "Then just wait, hyung. We'll be eating soon." BamBam told him before spotting two familiar figures exiting the theme park. "There's Mark hyung and Jyongri noona." He ran over to them excitedly and hooked arms with Serena soon after. "Hi." BamBam cooed as Serena almost hit the male idol upon having some weird person latching onto her. "Oh, Bam, hi." She greeted after calming herself down. "Where's the rest?" "Over there." He pointed as he led her towards the others making Serena released her grip from Mark who frowned at the lost of contact while following after them.

"Oh, hey Jyongri noona." Yugyeom beamed when she, BamBam, and Mark got closer. "Are you joining us for dinner?" He asked hopefully as Serena put up a smile. "Uh, about that." She let out slowly. "I was just going to have Mark take me home." Jinyoung raised an eyebrow upon hearing that as he cast Mark a knowing look who just remained expressionless as to not give anything away. "Aww, why not?" Jackson asked with a pout. "It's still early and it's almost Yugyeom birthday in a few hours." "Oh, right. I forgot that your birthday is a day after Chaewon's." Serena eyes widened at the fact, but still shot the male an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Yugi, but I'm tired and I don't have my glasses. I can't really see right now because my contact lenses was starting to irritate my eyes." She explained as the youngest GOT7 member frowned. "Okay, noona. You don't have to if you don't want to." He said dejectedly which made Serena changed her mind. "But, since we're already out and about I guess I can join you for dinner for your birthday." Yugyeom's face lit up. "Really? Thank you so much, noona." He came forward and pulled Serena in for a hug who wasn't expecting it and laughed awkwardly as she patted his back while hugging him back just as awkwardly. "Welcome, Yugi."

"Oh, what's this, unnie? Are you actually being nice tonight?" Melanie teased as she and Jaebeom joined the group of seven, but were no longer holding hands as BamBam had dragged Melanie to them like he had done with Serena. Also Jaebeom wasn't too happy about the lost of contact with Melanie either. Serena rolled her eyes while pulling away from the hug to stare at her sister. "I forgot Yugyeom's birthday is a day after yours, so I have to be nice to him." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that, too." Melanie looked over at Yugyeom. "Is that why we're going to eat out? Because it's for your birthday?"

"It was because we were hungry, but I remembered it was my birthday and we probably won't see each other and I wanted us to hang out some more." Yugyeom said with a bright smile. "That's cute, Yugyeom." Melanie cooed as she patted Yugyeom's back. She looked over at Serena teasingly and nudged her. "That's why you're not going home, huh?" "Yeah. Gotta make the birthday boy happy." Serena answered with a smile. "Alright, let's go." Jackson exclaimed with an excited tone, but then frown. "Wait, where are we gonna eat again?" Jinyoung sighed. "I thought I already told you guys to pick one earlier."

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The group ended up at Serena's place out of convenience to not run into fans and the fact that neither of the boys knew where they wanted to eat. Also, Serena had a reason to go back home as to wear glasses. GOT7 were anticipating the rabokki dish that Melanie had made along with two other dishes of omurice and korokke that Serena had made as well since she didn't think the rabokki was enough. "Enjoy!" Melanie told them with excitement as she sat in-between Yugyeom and BamBam while Serena sat in-between Youngjae and Jackson.

"Eat up because Chaewon doesn't cook that often and might eat all of it." Serena teased as she helped herself to her own dishes as she wasn't a big fan of rabokki. "True." Melanie agreed with a laugh as she served herself a large helping of rabokki. "But unnie might eat all of the korokke, too." "Haha, that's true, too." Serena chuckled while the other seven happily dug into their meals with BamBam savoring the flavors. "This is delicious." "I guess." "It's whatever." Both sisters commented as it was a normal taste for them as they had to actually cook more often for themselves since leaving home.

"If you guys open a restaurant I would totally be there every day." Jackson stated as Youngjae agreed. "Yeah, me, too." Jinyoung let out a satisfied sigh. "It's so good to eat a home-cook meal. Thank you, noona." "Welcome." Both sisters chimed with smiles on their faces at making the boys happy with their cooking. "If only you guys could make us food every day." Yugyeom said with a sad tone despite his happy face slurping up the rabokki. "By that do you mean like lunch boxes or dinner boxes?" Serena asked for clarification as Yugyeom nodded happily. 'Yeah. "Nah, too lazy for that." Melanie dismissed with a laugh. "Too much work."

"I wouldn't mind since it would mean more food for me later if I actually do it." Serena thought about it as Melanie glared at her. "Are you gonna make me one?" "No. You live too far unless you spend the night." "Rude." "Wee don't want to impose, Jyongri noona." Jaebeom suddenly spoke up upon hearing Serena's possible offer as Mark nodded in agreement. "Yeah, besides our schedule varies every day and we don't want to disturb you about it." "Oh, true." Serena remembered that their schedule was different unlike hers. "Okay, then. Never mind." The younger members and Jackson let out sad groans.

"Well, we can still enjoy it now and whenever we come over." Jinyoung said as he tried to bring up the mood. "You're right about that, Jinyoung." Melanie smiled. "Why I usually visit just to eat." "And to sleep and bother me." Serena added as Melanie grinned. "True." "Anyways," Serena began while standing up, "There is one more thing to do. Chaewon." Serena motioned her head towards the kitchen which prompted Melanie of what she was talking about as the sisters remembered they had a small cake in the fridge for Melanie while cooking dinner. They decided they would use it for Yugyeom's birthday instead as there weren't any writing on it.

"Oh, yeah. We'll we back!" Melanie announced while standing up and following Serena towards the kitchen. The males continued to eat and didn't question what they were up to and just let it be. It wasn't until they realized they brought out a cake with one candle and were singing the birthday song. Yugyeom grew shy upon it while his members joined in on the singing as the sisters placed the cake on the table before Yugyeom. There all cheered once more when the song came to an end and Yugyeom closed his eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candle.

"Yay! What did you wish for?" BamBam asked as Melanie nudged him. "It won't come true if you say it out loud." "Oh, right. I forgot." "Anyways," Serena interjected diverting the attention else where. "Happy birthday, Yugyeom. Congrats on winning the Hit The Stage final, too." She let out a yawn by covering it with her hand, "Um, just leave the dishes in the sink and I'll take care of it tomorrow." She stood up along with taking her dirty dishes with Mark looking at her questionably. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to bed after I put these away. Anyways, y'all know the drill and Chaewon's still here. Again, happy birthday, Yugyeom."

"Thanks, noona." Yugyeom smiled at her thankfully as Melanie shot her sister a thumbs up too busy munching on some omurice while Serena made her way to the kitchen. "Do any of you guys wanna take some home" Melanie asked them a second later. "Oh, yeah? Please?" Youngjae asked with a hopeful look. "It would really make my day." "Okay, Youngjae. Anyone else?" Melanie looked around the coffee table as the other six also nodded too busy eating. "Alright. I'll portioned some for you guys." She smiled while getting up and walked to the kitchen and left the boys among themselves to speak.

"So how was your date, Mark hyung?" Jackson cutely asked Mark with a smug look as Mark gave the younger member a bored look. "It wasn't a date, Jackson." "Of course it was." BamBam disagreed as he also looked over at Jaebeom. "Only Mark hyung and Jaebeom hyung ran off with Jyongri noona and Chaewon noona while hanging out and eating together at Lotte World without any of us. That was an unplanned date. Or was it?" He gave the older members a sly look causing Jaebeom to narrow his eyes at him. "Watch your words, BamBam." BamBam laughed nervously. "Ha, ha, ha, fine, okay, okay, JB hyung."

"Wait, I'm still confused." Youngjae said while looking up at the ceiling. "Isn't Chaewon noona's bias Mark hyung and Jyongri noona's bias JB hyung?" He looked at the others. "Right?" "That's right, hyung." Yugyeom remembered. "How did you know that if you weren't at the fan-sign?" "Jackson hyung." Youngjae chuckled as Jackson pretended that he didn't say anything while stuffing his face with more food. "They'll hear." Jinyoung warned them with a whisper. "Besides, we shouldn't even be talking about this. You all know we can't date. We're still under contract." The others grew quiet as they ate their food not really talking.

Meanwhile the sisters were having their own conversation in the kitchen. "So you rode The Conquistador with Mark?" "I did. He held my hand so tightly. I wasn't sure if he was scared or not." Serena answered with a laugh before giving her sister a look. "Did you enjoy yourself with JB?" "I did. We ate a lot though after the incident with the cousins." "Haha, sounds about right, but I'm so happy that we didn't run into them again after that. Can you believe that one girl still called Jinyoung, Jay Are, though?" "Dude, Serena, I know right. I thought Dayoon was smarter than that, but I guess when it comes to celebrities she changes like Yerim."

"Fans nowadays are still the same as the ones from back then, but just way more aggressive with their feelings and actions." Serena said with disbelief and a shake of her head. "I really hope those two get it in their head to not do that though. It's not healthy for anyone." "I agree." Melanie nodded. "I haven't talked to Dayoon since summer break and the girls told me that she dropped a lot of classes so she could spend time following idols with Yerim." "That's sad. Anyways, you just be careful, okay? Don't need anything happening to you again, too." "I know. Thanks."

Serena hummed in response as she finished sorting out the containers of omurice for them and the boys. "Still though it was really weird that your bias grabbed my hand and mine grabbed yours at Lotte World, right?" "It might be because they're comfortable with us." Melanie reasoned as she scooped the last rabokki into the last container. "I know that's how it was for me when I started school here with Seolbi who helped me out on my first day compare to that one girl who was supposed to show me around." "True." Serena had finished portioning the rest of the korokke as well. "It was fun, but weird." "I think so, too."

"Anyways," Serena pushed the containers of food towards Melanie, "You give these to the boys because I'm gonna wash up and knock the fuck out." "Lazy." "Says the girl who's the laziest." "True." Melanie laughed as she stacked all the containers on top of one another before placing them into two separate clear bags "Want me to tell them goodby, too?" "Please?" "Fine. Night." "Night." The sisters bid one another a good night as Melanie returned to the living room where the boys had finished all of the food. "It's good that we decided to give you guys a lot instead of a little then." Melanie commented as she set the bags on the table. "Here you go."

"Thank you, noona." GOT7 thanked Melanie as they piled their dishes together. "I'll take these and put them away for you guys." Melanie said as she grabbed the dirtied dishes. "You're welcome and unnie says good night." She told them before making her way back to the kitchen. "That's a lot of containers." BamBam said seeing the four medium containers and two smaller ones. "Did they give us all of it?" Yugyeom asked confused. "No we have some." Melanie answered returning to the living room with another grocery bag. "Here's some drinks, too." She set the bundle beside the other one. "Don't worry, but we have a lot of these, too."

"Thank you." The group thanked her again. "Welcome." Melanie smiled. "You guys can return the containers whenever. No rush. We still have a lot." She told them with a laugh as the group began making their way to the door. "Have a good night guys and happy birthday to you, Yugyeom. I'm sure the fans and everyone else has something super awesome planned for you!" "Hehe, thank you, noona." Yugyeom smiled. Everyone bid her a goodbye as they each left the apartment to head over to theirs one by one with Jaebeom still lingering behind as he told them that he'll catch up in a bit.

"Did you want something, JB?" Melanie asked the leader upon seeing the idol still standing in front of her and not quite out of the door yet. "Um," Jaebeom stalled while rubbing the back of his neck nervous. "I just wanted to talk to you for a bit." He told her while mumbling the last few parts. "Alone without the members hovering over my back." "What?" "Ah, it's nothing. I hope your birthday at Lotte World went well today." "It did. Thank you so much for showing up and hanging out. I really appreciate it." Melanie smiled which warmed Jaebeom's heart as he smiled his signature eye-smile. "I'm glad you had a lot of fun."

"I did and next time, JB, could you try to let me pay, too?" Melanie stated with a look. "I mean I know it was for my birthday and all, but you didn't have to." Jaebeom chuckled as he scratched at his chin for a second. "Did I?" "Yes you did, but thank you." "You're welcome." Melanie shyly gave him a smile as she held onto the door as she wasn't sure what else to do. "I should get going before Jackson comes looking for me." Jaebeom said as he stepped out into the hallway. "You're biggest fan." Melanie laughed as she gave him a wave. "Good night, JB, and thanks again." "You're welcome, noona. Good night and sweet dreams."

[duderocketship]

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‘Choly and Geek both shook off once they got inside the Statehouse, and exchanged glances when each noticed the other doing so. After looking to the spiral staircase, ‘Choly put a hand to the Mister Handy’s spherical side and gave it a vague nod. It halved its thrusters to hover lower long enough for ‘Choly to hoist himself up atop its back via its harness,  somewhat like mounting a horse. The three of them then scaled the stairs.

“Holy moly.” One of the Neighborhood Watchmen on duty inside had recognized ‘Choly. “It ain’t true, is it? You ripped off Hancock? You gotta death wish or somethin’?”

The Russian paused halfway up the stairs to glance down at the guard dully.

“Maybe so.”

Unable to interpret his acquaintance’s demeanor as they resumed their ascent, Geek wondered whether ‘Choly had grown tired of hearing about it, or if this was the way the dreg exhibited pride. Rather than dissect it, Geek’s brain fixated again on the bar argument. Shaking, he started into a fresh cigarette, and put the pack back in his sleeve pocket.

When’s your flavor gonna run out, Blue?

“–He’s gonna be heading out soon. Probably wants me to go with.”

“Do you want to go with him?”

“Course I do. ...Provided he still wants me to.”

“How long?”

“Dunno, a couple–” Hancock and Fahr both looked up when ‘Choly dismounted from his Handy. The ghoul mayor stopped pacing and patted at the back of the couch with an odd smile. “Now this is unexpected.”

“I had a bright idea.” ‘Choly took one of the armchairs. “Mmh, we. We did. We wanted to discuss it with you.”

When Geek sat beside Fahr, Hancock leaned lackadaisically on the back of the empty couch to dull his anxiousness.

“You two have my undivided attention.”

Fahr nursed a fat cigar, which Geek stole and traded for his cigarette. In a moment of disconnect, she briefly weighed the safeness of smoking after him, but shrugged it off with only minor nuisance. The musky heaviness of the cigar’s smoke felt outright viscous versus that of the cigarettes, and it soothed him enough to unclench.

“We wanna take back the Boston Library,” Geek began before ‘Choly could get a word in. “Put this lil’... entourage to the test.”

“A proposal for the three of us to work toward a common goal?” Hancock’s thoughtful interest diffused into concern poorly hid behind a smile. “This is way bigger than a problem with rats in warehouses. It’s all right if you need some time before we try to tackle somethin’ like that.”

An implicit ‘I know you’re jumping on this because you can’t sit still’ lingered behind Hancock’s dark ghoulish eyes, and it ate the pink ghoul alive. Geek took a long, slow hit off the cigar in an attempt to steady his breathing, and he didn’t speak or make eye contact before he’d fully exhaled all the smoke.

“This is gonna be so good for Goodneighbor, an’ it’s gonna be good for me. I owe it to this town, an’ I owe it t’Daisy. An’ I... I owe it to you. You navigated that sh, shh. Shitshow when my health was too bad for me to stand up for myself. You’re responsible for me gettin’ cured just as much as the guy who made the cure an’ gave it to me. I’m confident I wouldn’t be here right now if it hadn’t been for you playin’ interference for me.”

No one knew what to say, the only sound the Handy’s thruster as it idled near the doorway.

“Daisy put you up to this, then,” Hancock deduced. He jumped the couch and helped himself to the tin of Mentats on the coffee table. As he slouched on his knees, he let a lozenge melt under his tongue. His hands wandered to fidget with all manner of paraphernalia before him, navigating them as he thought through imagined tactics. “She always has tried to foster chemistry when she thinks it’s off to a rocky start.”

The mayor had nailed not only whose idea it had been, but also how she’d even figured out the trio was soon to become one. When Geek folded in embarrassment of that level of transparency, ‘Choly glanced between the two ghouls in consternation, interpreting the mayor’s description of the merchant’s motives as implicit of Geek and Hancock having hit a bad patch. Had he got himself between a lovers’ tiff?

“Surely you agree with Geek that Goodneighbor stands to gain a lot with this venture. I think we all stand to gain a lot from a library.” The chemist smirked at him coyly. “Can you handle two companions on such an errand, Mayor?”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t go it alone, that’s for sure.” The mayor exchanged a knowing look with Fahrenheit before he reclined back where he sat. “I can tell the two of you have thought this over beforehand, so it’s less a matter of whether this is going to happen and more a matter of how. What kind of game plan are we talking?”

“We, we really ha--” Geek shot ‘Choly a sour look, and the chemist knew he had to improvise. “Well, even if we could just walk in an unlocked front door, I believe that’s not the best recourse. I don’t fare well guns blazing, and even if both of you do, from the sound of it... there’s definitely more super mutants in there than two humans could take at once. I know Angel’s going to be useful here, but we could still get easily swarmed. If I remember right, there’s a subway station underneath the library. We could try to sneak in through the subway and pick off as many of them as we can before they get wind of us.”

“’If you remember right’?” Geek rubbed at his forehead, irritated. “What, you got a photographic memory of prewar blueprints or somethin’?”

“Hey, now. You’re the one putting me on the spot. I’ve been in downtown Boston, and I know the subway made stops at the library. I just don’t remember exactly where the next closest station is, so we could travel below street level.”

“From what I know of subways,” Hancock contemplated, the brain drugs doing a lot of finger-walking across mental maps, “there’s more than one route, and any given train was supposed to only travel on one of them. If there’s a subway station under the library, I’m sure it’s on the same route as Fenway Station and Park Street Station, spatially speaking. I can tell you right here from experience that Fenway’s inaccessible. So that leaves Park Street. Except Geek’s not gonna like that.”

When Geek didn’t get it, Fahr interjected with fatigue, “That’s on the Common.”

“--Hhfuck no. No.”

Geek got up and paced, face broken with grief, but Hancock was still thinking.

“Don’t worry, I don’t like the idea either, but not for a fear of birds. --No, actually, now come to think of it, that’ll be perfect. Though 'Choly, just to rule it out, you don’t think we could just get into the station at the library from street level?”

“I think coming into the building anywhere near the street doors is more likely to give us away prematurely. Entering the subway that close is too risky.”

“So’s wearing all that fur, to address the elephant in the room.”

Fahr matter-of-factly handed Geek her cigarette butt. He swallowed it with a shit-eating grin that somebody had burned ‘Choly over the unnecessary level of pomp, then savored another puff on his cigar. When even Hancock laughed, ‘Choly turned beet red and mashed his ushanka hat into his lap with both hands.

“Aw, y’all, let him have his fancy duds. He dresses to impress. I respect that.” Hancock grinned at ‘Choly. “Really, though. You think going to the loading platform in Park Street Station and rounding west down the tunnels is the best way to go?”

“I do.”

Geek swallowed his smoke butt and with a thought abruptly pointed at ‘Choly.

“What if the tunnel’s collapsed?”

The Russian gave him a brittle shrug.

“We’ll double back, then. We’ve got to rule out the option. I can’t promise an ideal and effortless clean-out going in the back way, but I can guarantee you it’ll get messy if we just walk in the front door.”

“Well, if you two are so committed to this, who am I to deny you?” Hancock chuckled and patted his knees, then stood. “We should rest up, then, take stock of what we might need. I wanna make an early morning of it, though, so before we part ways for the night, I gotta ask how your supply is, of that stuff you used on Fahr. Seems real useful for what all we’re settin’ out to do.”

“Today has been exhausting,” ‘Choly agreed too quickly. “I’m glad I haven’t had the chance yet to unpack everything in my room. Saves me from having to pack up for this. The Lockjoint, though? Mh, haven’t used it on super mutants before, but I don’t see why it wouldn’t work. I should still have a few left. Though, they’re a bit difficult to craft. ...I’ll see what I can scrape together.”

“I could drop everything and go right now,” Geek bluffed. “But I know y’all both need your beauty sleep.”

Fahr rolled her eyes at him.

“You look like I could push you over and you’d pass out snoring, pink stuff.”

“Rest wouldn’t be out of the question,” Hancock insisted, wrapping his arms around Geek. “Come on. You can stay upstairs tonight if you want.”

Attention piqued, the pink ghoul brightened right up, and Hancock brushed the bridge of what was left of his nose against the tip of Geek’s, seeking a kiss.

“We’ll give you two some privacy,” Fahr jabbed, dragging ‘Choly away when he wouldn’t excuse himself, the Handy following. “Sleaze an’ I say goodnight.”

“--Hey now,” ‘Choly objected as the door shut behind them.

“You were talkin’ with Fahr about... well, me before I came in.” Geek pulled away but didn’t squirm out of Hancock’s embrace. “You don’t have to go with me to the evaluation, if you don’t want to. An’ I don’t gotta sleep upstairs if you don’t want me to.”

“Of course I want to accompany you.” His cheek went to Geek’s. “And I very much want you to.”

“It’s okay if y’gettin’ tired of me. I’m a lot.”

“I could say the exact same of me. Everybody’s a different kind of a lot. You haven’t given me a single reason to cut you loose, and I don’t foresee you giving me one.” Hancock grinned at him, looked him in the eye. “Just ‘cause I’ve been giving you your space doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere.”

Geek melted into fully hugging him before pulling away, smiling tiredly at him.

“Sleep does sound good about now, to be fair.”

Hancock dragged him to the floor atop a sleeping bag in the corner.

“That makes two of us.”