#luckily thing have technically gotten better for the both of them

[arolesbianism]

Wendy and Abby fuck me up so bad just like in general but what keeps coming back to haunt me is wondering how long they had to go through it all just them two. How many times did Wendy die, how many times did Abby watch the light fading from the eyes of her twin. How many times was it slow, how many times was it in a split moment, how many times were they together when it happened, how many times did Wendy die completely alone. It's just like god damn no wonder Wendy talks Like That not only did Abby die but poor kid has been forced to become accustomed with death in a much more direct way than even adults are built to handle

[winchesterszvonecek]

hii I'm obcessed with your Otis ficss and saw that your requests for him are open, so i was thinking about him and reader at the firemen's ball and them flirting and dancing and sneaking around to have to smutty time together?? i'm literally not able to focus on anything else

The Gala - [ Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek ] 18+

Summary: You and Brian attend the CFD gala together where things quickly turn from boring to steamy

Word Count: 1539

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk - sort of, semi-public sex, p in v sex ]

A/N: there wasn't much flirting or dancing - at all - but hopefully you still liked it :)

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Department gala’s were always boring. At least, for you they were. Everyone else in the firehouse seemed to enjoy attending them. They looked forward to them. Talked about them whenever they could, driving you insane in the process as you always dreaded them and would avoid bringing them up lest you end up with a headache. 

You hated them with a passion and most years you were able to get out of going, as it wasn’t like they were mandatory and no amount of begging from the others would ever get you to say yes. But this year was different.

This year you said yes. This year you had a date. One you really didn’t want to stand up, as you’d been secretly hoping he’d ask you on one for weeks now even though you were technically already a couple thanks to a drunken night at Molly’s. You just hadn’t expected him to ask you to the gala of all places, but it was a price you were willing to pay which was exactly why you found yourself surrounded by Chief’s, engaging in yet another spat of small talk about things that honestly bored you to death. Like seriously, you were off work so why on earth would you want to talk about nozzles with a group of old men?

You were not drunk enough for this and unfortunately, you never would be. But luckily for you a shift in conversation allowed you to sneak away and find your date again, as he seemed to have gotten lost on his way back from the bathroom. That or he’d abandoned you. Or maybe fallen down the toilet. Who knows? All you knew was that you wanted him back by your side to act as your lifeline from the mingling around you.

Soon enough you spotted him, Brian, the cutest firefighter in all of Chicago. And you were not at all surprised to see him talking to Cruz, no doubt about something stupid like whose turn it was to do the grocery shopping. You weaved your way through the room towards them, using the cover of others to avoid those who you knew would try and talk to you until you finally made it to the other side. Just like the chicken in that joke.

“Cruz, I don’t appreciate you stealing my date.” You muttered, jokingly, yet partially serious, as you slid your arm around Brian’s waist, his own immediately taking yours the second you were close enough to him.

“Sorry.” Crux replied, lips pressed together apologetically as he held up his hands in surrender, playing along as he knew you weren’t overly annoyed. “Won’t happen again.”

“It better not. I can’t take being pulled into yet another circle of old men who insist on reminiscing about the ‘good old days’.” You complained, air quoting your words and making both men chuckle softly in response, which only had you frown as it was not funny and you were slowly losing the will to live.

“Cheers to that.” Brian said humorously, only dragging your frown further down as it wasn’t like he’d been there to have to endure it. He chuckled again, pulling you in closer and placing a soft kiss on your cheek, feeling the way your lips twitched upwards as you never could stay mad at him for long. 

Especially when his kisses were your weakness. And he knew it, meaning he abused it completely. But you weren’t exactly complaining, not when it meant you got to kiss him.

You turned your head, leaning closer to him and for a second he thought you were about to return his kiss. Only, you didn’t. Instead you got as close to his ear as possible, the tip of your nose brushing against his skin and making him shudder before you whispered, seductively.

“What do you say we sneak off somewhere and have a little fun instead?” 

The moment the words fell from your lips you found yourself being dragged, gently, across the room, neither you nor the clearly eager Brian paying any attention to those around you. You carried on until you reached the main doors of the ballroom, the two of you slipping out and making your way excitedly through the rest of the hotel in search of a little privacy.  

Eventually you came across an empty lounge area, one you were pretty sure you weren’t meant to have access to unless you were staying at the hotel. Luckily for you though, someone had left the door open long enough for you both to sneak in and the second you entered the room Brian’s lips were on yours, kissing you so vigorously that you almost toppled over on your heels. He managed to catch you before you did, securing you in place against his body as he carried on. 

You could feel yourself slowly inching backwards, your feet shuffling ever so slightly with every second his tongue was in your mouth. He kissed you like the hungriest of the men. Like one so starved that he simply couldn’t help but devour you, tasting every inch of your tongue that he could possibly reach. He kept moving you backwards until eventually your back hit something solid, and by what you could make out it appeared to be a table which only got you growing hotter underneath your dress. 

In one quick motion, Brian lifted you onto it without once having pulled away from your lips, and it wasn’t until you were seated atop the table did you part, lungs burning fiercely from the lack of oxygen. Neither of you felt the need to say anything as you gathered your breath and instead you lifted your hips a little, allowing Brian easy access to slide off your panties, soft hums leaving your lips as his knuckles grazed along your outer legs. 

He straightened, tucking your panties into his pocket with a slight grin on his face before he grabbed your hips and pulled you forwards a little, kissing you fiercely and in a way that just got you all the more hot between your legs. You pulled back, glancing down just in time to see him pull his cock from beneath his pants, already hard and dripping with pre-cum as he gave it a few quick pumps, watching as you did nothing but stare down at it with such hunger and lust in your eyes that he couldn’t bring himself to deprive you of it any longer.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I saw you in that dress.” He said breathlessly, a faint groan leaving his lips when you ran your thumb across his tip, gathering up what had already leaked out of if. He followed your hand with his eyes, focusing intently and when all you did was suck the salty droplet off your skin with a soft moan, he really couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Closing the gap between your bodies, Brian slid into you slowly, allowing you to feel the entirety of his length as he stretched you open in such a way that you couldn’t seem to form a single coherent thought as your eyes rolled back into your head. He held you close, lingering for just a second inside you until pulling back and repeating the process once more. 

Pulling you a little further towards the edge of the table, until you were barely hanging on, Brian began to pick up the pace, thrusting into you with such vigour that you had to grab hold of either side of the table to keep yourself in place. The moans that left your lips were like music to his ears, his eyes focused on nothing but the way he disappeared inside of you, his cock glistening with the arousal he’d so easily caused you.

“Oh, fuck, Brian.” You panted, throwing your head back as that fire deep down in your abdomen began to burn so hot you thought you were going to come already. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Otis groaned, angling his hips in a way that had such a moan leave your lips that he didn’t need a response from you. But he wanted one. “You like when I fuck you like this? You like being so spread open that anyone could come in here and see you? See the way you take all of me like such a good girl?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, biting down hard on your lip as the new angle sent you to highs you didn’t know were even possible and you couldn’t seem to find anymore words. Guess you just hadn’t been fucked by the right guys as you were fairly certain you were ascending towards heaven as all you could see right now was white.

By the time your orgasm hit you, you were already a shaking mess atop the table. One who could barely breathe let alone speak. You weren’t even sure if you’d been dreaming or not, or whether the sex had just been that good, but there was one thing you knew for certain by the time you regained a little clarity… Perhaps gala’s weren’t so bad after all.

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@imytheone WHOO

I HAVE COMPLETED THE DRAWING!!

I shall also tag @allmightyscroll-swag as well cuz I like tagging em in oc related stuff :3

While I have drawn the siblings profiles, and Brittany making some appearances, Imma tell you MORE information about them!! >:D

One quick thing: These four are my oldest ocs (along with two others but you don't know em eheheh) from 2020 and at the time of making them I had just found out what Helluva Boss is. These characters were very much inspired off of them, especially Cici and Brittany.

Let's start off with the youngest:

CICI

Like I said, she is the youngest being around 6-7 years old

Pronouns are she/her, I'll just say aroace since I don't picture her being in a relationship at her age-

Cici is part demon thanks to her mother, but hasn't developed horns or a tail yet.

However, she has some powers, that being super strength and flight!

She can't fly very high, although she is the strongest in the family; being able to lift around the same weight as a van full of people. The older you get, the weaker your powers would become; so their mother would have the weakest powers.

Cici swears more than Onika and Zeke, mainly because of her mother. She gets in trouble at school regularly for this. That and for throwing chairs around. And for biting teachers' ankles. She gets in trouble for a lot of things.

Like all children, she has tantrums at times. But, of course, hers tend to get more...violent. Usually ending up with someone breaking a bone or two.

For hobbies, Cici enjoys drawing, roleplaying with toys and making things (whether that's with Lego or metal scraps-)

She doesn't listen to music as much as her siblings do, but her favourite artists are Pharrel Williams and Five Finger Death Punch.

She has insomnia and has a lot of difficulty sleeping.

Her and Onika love watching TMNT together, and are currently on Rise.

Cici's original design was heavily based off the girl with the large bow and brown curly hair that appeared in the first episode of HB. I was quite unoriginal at the time lol.

ONIKA

Onika is the middle child, being 15 years old.

Her pronouns are she/they, and they are also aroace.

Onika's powers aren't as strong as Cici's, but she can fly better and can piggy-back the weight of two adults.

Onika technically has a tail, but it's now a stub because a group of bullies cut it off.

Yeah. She was bullied when she was younger. She was jeered for being both demon and human, and neither species wanted to be friends with her.

This was also mainly because she had anger issues which caused her to have violent episodes if provoked enough, one time being she almost killed a teenager younger than her.

Luckily, she's gotten better now and is practically never violent. Except in Mariokart.

Onika is usually either hyperactive and energetic, or utterly lazy and unmotivated.

She desperately wants to get Maori tattoos like Zeke but her parents don't allow her.

She hates wearing skirts and having her hair down.

Onika doesn't have a lot of hobbies, but she enjoys trying new foods, skateboarding and playing the guitar.

Her favourite artists are AC/DC, Metallica, Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden.

I'm pretty sure I based the hair off of another character I saw online once, but I can't remember her name- all I know is that the hair isn't original:'D

ZEKE

Zeke is the oldest at 19 years old.

His pronouns are he/him and he's gay.

Zeke uses his powers the least and only really uses them for miniscule tasks around the house like moving a bed or fighting his sister.

Yeah. Zeke and Onika fight a lot, more physically than verbally, and it's usually for stupid reasons, like who rightfully had the bag of pretzels first.

Zeke has both a tail and horns (which are still growing).

He also has difficulty with keeping his body temperature warm, so he wears a lot of layers and a lot of black to keep in as much heat as possible.

He has Maori tattoos along the back of his left shoulder as well as part of the left arm, but rarely shows these to people.

Zeke has been teased by many to have a "baby face", which annoys him greatly.

He can be mostly found in his bedroom gaming, listening to music or curled up in a ball in bed.

He likes sleeping. A lot.

His favourite games to play are mainly action/shooter games (I'm not an expert in this department so feel free to decide which ones he likes playing) and occasionally likes to play RPGs.

His favourite artists are Green Day, Linkin Park and The Offspring.

BRITTANY

Brittany is also 19 years old and is best friends with Zeke.

Her pronouns are she/her and is an asexual lesbian.

She practically has no powers. She can float a little, but not much else.

Brittany is a very affectionate person and adores hugging, cuddling, complimenting and kissing people (non-romantically).

She also adores fizzy drinks and cats. She ADORES cats. And animals in general.

If she was to encounter a cat, whether that be an anthropomorphic one or not, she will give them double the amount of affection.

When Brittany's happy, she wags her tail about, shakes her hands and squeals. She does this quite often.

She can be extremely chatty and talkative and could go on for hours on end talking about almost anything.

However, Brittany is extremely clumsy and is prone to falling down the stairs, tripping, running into windows and/or getting her horns stuck in things.

Her hobbies are shopping, going to cafés and watching romcoms.

Her favourite movie is Love, Actually and her favourite artists are Ariana Grande and Twice.

Her original design was heavily based off of Verosika from Helluva, and I still can't let go of the long white hair + pink skin combo :') Fortunately, I think I've managed to differentiate Brittany from her, or I hope-

OKAY I AM NOW DONE I should be sleeping-

[intothecometverse]

in honor of february ending, here's what i manifested this month!

🐬 this one time i was practicing a bit later than usual and i was like FUCK ION WANNA EAT DINNER AND THEN GO TO ORCHESTRA REHEARSAL WITHIN HALF AN HOUR THAT'S NOT ENOUGH TIME and then i got an email for the rehearsal schedule and i got at least half an hour more than usual until i had to come. funny enough i was thinking to myself like plz don't make me come until later plz plz plz plz plz plz and then i got the email for the rehearsal schedule so yippe

🐬 going on to that i had to fucking take a shit and ended up arriving to the rehearsal room ON THE DOT (which is late for orchestra standards 💔) but luckily there were still ppl waiting outside while the conductor was dealing with the basses and cellos only (which was the reason why ppl who weren't basses and cellows didn't have to come until half an hour later) so i wasn't late woo! and on my walk there (i was speed walking lol) i was affirming to myself i'm not gonna be late im not gonna be late there are still gon' be ppl waiting outside then boom that happened??? like im god hello??

🐬 having dinner + getting to go on a mini walk with my goth sp (i asked them and they said yes)

🐬 also manifesting conversations with my goth sp just by thinking about experiencing it seconds beforehand

🐬 oh ja and i also manifested being released early from orchestra rehearsals thru just thinking abt it seconds before too 😭😭

🐬 manifested seeing another sp during my regular day activities (their dorm room is around the corner from mine so we see each other a lot xD) like whenever i think abt them boom they pop up 😭. manifesting interactions next 𓆩♡𓆪

🐬 (me personally i think this was my most putting-my-foot-down manifesting moment) i overate one time and felt like throwing up, like i was feeling ALL the symptoms i usually do before i throw up so i was like "I'm not gonna throw up im not gonna throw up, remember who's in control. I AM in control, nothing else! the 3d will conform, because i said so, IT'S GOING TO CONFORM, NOW" and then i felt fine, just like that :D

🐬 not needing to get out of bed and take a piss one night when i was rly tired (affirmed "i don't need to piss" until i fell asleep 😭)

🐬 my room being opened one night when i got locked out at like 1/2 am

🐬 my grade in jazz history being raised from a D to a B- (and hopefully an A by the end of the quarter)

🐬 also i have all As in all my other classes

🐬 getting to have a fun hangout before February ended lol

🐬 having friends my age who live in dorms near me xD

🐬 my eczema getting healed without special ointment or anything

🐬 birf control (technically manifested it way back in December bc that was when i got a confirmed appointment but wtv. i got the implant this month so xD)

🐬 clearer skin

🐬 i have super long hair and the ends didn't dry out (technically this is like a continuous manifestation but i just wanted to mention it. basically I've been affirming "the ends of my hair is immune to split ends and drying out as it gets longer" and it worked!)

🐬 being better at trumpet :D (i told my trumpet teacher how much i practiced during one lesson, and continued to play during our lesson even when i surpassed my usual amount of time playing during an average day and he said I've gotten stronger due to playing for so long yet still sounding relatively fresh. and recently I've kept playing for longer amounts of time during the day and I've still been fine so yippe

what i'm looking for manifesting-wise in march:

🦞 shifting lmao

🦞 being successful in my job

🦞 being successful in all areas of life actually

🦞 getting to hang out with both sps + them getting along as friends so we could be a whole trio :3

🦞 my sps texting me first along with me texting them first (like yk how they say it should be like a 50/50 thing with who starts the convos and shit)

🦞 supernatural shit like powers, wings, horns, and like those king sombra kinda smoky eyes

🦞 WORLD. PEACE.

hope this inspired you, and remember, anything is possible, and u are loved!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Dusk wasn’t friends with Vil, per se. They got along well enough, but that was because they shared some friends. If that didn’t happen, Dusk wouldn’t have been shocked if the two of them were hostile or at the least unfriendly. But during the SDC, he grew to be more respectful, and a little scared, of Vil.

Shocking to everyone he told, Dusk was part of the SDC. He was only part of the team technically, and only because of a lot of bargaining that he could use his science club knowledge to help Rook with any special effects for the song as well as Kalim’s begging for another friend to be allowed in.

Dusk also was not going to get any prize money, but it’s not like he was hurting for money. It was fun seeing all the dancing even if he was just in charge of starting and stop the music.

But a bit before the competition, Dusk and Rook noticed something was off. Earlier the two had gotten Vil to watch their competition’s rehearsal with them, and there seemed to be some change in Vil’s eyes as he went back to the dressing rooms. His whole body language seemed different, like he made his choice to do something. Something unsavory.

Rook and Dusk both decided to follow, and saw Vil trying to give Neige a bottle of apple juice that was far from trustworthy. Nothing about it outright seemed wrong, still sealed and had the normal color, but Dusk wouldn’t trust anything Vil gave out right now.

Luckily, Rook was able to convince Neige to hand over the juice and run off. Once Neige was out of sight, Rook raised the bottle but moved as if he was going to drink it, but Kalim showed up right then to call out to him and get him not to drink any of it.

Rook smashed the bottle leaving the liquid inside to turn to a purple bubbling mess. It smelled rancid. Dusk could only cover his nose and move away, but it didn’t do much to dull the smell.

Vil looked at the puddle on the floor, himself, only to start hyperventilating. Dusk immediately connected the dots. At the very least, this wasn’t going anywhere good, but the most likely outcome if nothing happened was an overblot.

Dusk immediately let loose his unique magic. While he knew and expected what the spell would do, he didn’t expect it to overwhelm him to that extent.

His chest physically hurt and he felt sick to his stomach, more than usual. He couldn’t fight doubling over as the sudden emotions engulfed his reality. He heard the voices of Kalim, Rook, and Vil arguing, but he wasn’t able to understand them much.

Dusk tried to calm himself down with deep breaths, but the next thing he knew it became hard to breathe. The air was clouded with some purple smoke that hurt the lungs. At the very least, that snapped him back to his senses. It broth him back in time to see Vil fully overblot. Jamil came soon after on a flying carpet, bringing them away and to the stage.

Dusk knew two things. One, he failed to do anything with his unique magic. And two, he better get back to himself in time for the fight that was now bound to happen.

Take a rest Dusk, you'll need it. Let the others handle it for a bit.

[howdy-folks-its-showtime]

It's Showtime! - July 2024 Devlog

Howdy! Cobalt here, and wow, July really went by quick for me. Luckily, I also got a good amount of things done! In fact, I did a lot of things I've been holding off on for a while. Sorry the dev log is late,despite knowing I should, I didn't make notes on what I did this month nor did I start it earlier… Then I had a really bad time with my body (just cramps, dw!) the last few days of the month which made it hard to write. I swear I'll develop better habits for this as it goes on.

when it comes to programming, I've gotten a few minor things going on. I have a cut scene manager script now that keeps track of various things, including which cut scenes have already played but also which cut scenes you've seen between save files and stuff. This way it can make any cut scene you've already seen in any of your playthroughs skippable. I haven't actually gotten the skipping script to work yet nor stuff like triggering the cut scenes, but I'll need more placeholder sort of things to work on that stuff. The inventory also reorganizes itself after you use an item to make sure empty slots are at the bottom and filled ones are on the top. A lot, I mean a lot, of writing has been done this month. On Focuswriter [the program I use for all my writing] I hit the longest writing streak I ever had, 63 days in a row of meeting my daily goal [which is 500 words]! My in-depth/in-game writing doc has 16,783 words right now and my game design document [which contains the story summary] 20,764 words. [It actually shrank a bit because I made the story summary of chapter 1 like an actual summary, instead of being far too in-depth on a lot of parts. But that's still an improvement even if it seems weird on the word counts.] I've done a lot of writing out the story beats I've had in my head for a while but haven’t inserted it into my documents yet. I wanna focus on doing stuff like writing out the ending and more general story beats since I don't really want to go too far into development without way more of the story taken out of my mind and actually written down somewhere. Despite how excited I am to show more to the public. Since we will not be releasing It's Showtime through the chapters, I'm gonna try to make development less chapter focused, I don’t know how we’ll be releasing it, complete or in some other parts… But we’re not really far enough into development to be thinking of that yet. Luckily, I can say confidently I'm delighted with the speed of development so far. It's not much by most standards but for two queers making their first game of this scale while also balancing learning adult stuff, we've done way more than I thought we would so far! In terms of art, there's been both a lot done and not a lot. We've been doing a bit of concept art, getting references done, and speculating on things. But the place where the most progress has been made technically wasn't actually for the project itself… See, this month I think I finally started to really get the hang of blender. I finished a model for a friend of mine of their version of Evan from the Bendy Novels. It's fully rigged and I'm really happy with it. I'm also almost done with two other big models I'm making of someone's Bendy au designs and I'm sure when you guys see them, it'll make you excited for what the models in Showtime will look like. In general, I think I've finally found a workflow I'm happy with, and that allows me to make models both quickly but also to a quality I'm very happy with. I imagine very soon I'll be doing the first true collections of models for Showtime, whether they'll be the ones seen in the final release I don't know. But the practice alone will surely teach me a lot more about Blender.

As for other things… Ink Demonth is happening again and this time, I would love to create something for each prompt. They probably won't be posted daily, or in order, but still, I'd love for me and my partner to make something for each prompt within the month. Specifically related to Encore! and such. It'd be a good way to keep the blog alive and to stir up more attention on It's Showtime! This isn't a promise we will, but I thought I'd mention our hopes for Ink Demonth. Overall, I'd just advise all of you to be on the lookout for things going on with this game. I've got a lot of little plans for it that are almost ready to be put into motion and I'm super excited to show you guys more as things go on. Once again sorry it was late, but I hope this update was exciting! See you guys next month!

[noname-nonartist]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

Ooooo!!! Hi CC!!! ^w^/

Thank you so much for the asks!!!

Hmm okay! So 5 things that makes me genuinely happy…. Okay! Let’s go!!!

1. Project Sekai!

Atm, it’s my current hyperfixations! An Shiraishi and Mizuki Akiyama has my heart and soullll!!!

2. Drawing!

Whenever I have the energy (and if I ended up liking the drawing enough to post it lol), I do enjoy drawing a lot! It’s like. One of the only hobby I have since childhood tbh lol~

3. My Past Hyperfixations!

This would include Marigolds by Colbub, Persona 5, Baldur’s Gate 3, Jujutsu Kaisen, Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Genshin Impact, Ace Attorney, One Piece, and Fire Emblem Awakening!

Of course there are a bunch of other things I got super hyperfixated about (heck, technically I always go back to Pokemon and Digimon since it was like my childhood), but these are the ones I remember being hyperfixated for monthsssss and so much so I would spend hours on ao3 reading fanfics of it!

(The expectation being marigolds since that’s technically an ao3 fic, A REALLY GOOD ONE, but I am in the discord server for that fic. :3c)

4. Cute Plushies (And I guess Merch of my Hyperfixations too lol)

Luckily I don’t really go on a spending spree… that often! (sometimes the AHDH impulse wins, don’t worry, my max is $150, and even then I don’t reach that limit, and I only do it at least every few months) O3O;

But I do occasionally enjoy getting a cute plushie at an arcade, in fact my bed has a good amount of them (mostly from my siblings winning them for me or giving it to me lol).

And now that I’m an adult (Oh god… I’m an adult), I do have a few Merch that I’ve bought! (A few of them were also gifts from friends and family)

The merch being about Jjk, Persona 5, Genshin Impact, Digimon, and Pokemon!

Watch me. I’ll soon get some for Project Sekai too!!! I just keep spending my Project Sekai indulgence savings on the costumes within the game lol. I’m responsible I swear!

5. Friends and Family!!!

I’ve been pretty lucky to have pretty good siblings. Of course, we didn’t always gotten along while growing up and we’re still not perfect, but I do really love them and really appreciate every thing they have done for me. :’3

And I really appreciate my friends too! Both online and in person too!!!

In person due to me being friends with them for so long, (and a few more recent ones too!) who I’ve always enjoyed being around with and makes my day better! ^w^/

And my online friends! While it’s some times hard for me to always DM them/interact with them due to real life stuff (sometimes I be reallly tired from work rippp X-X;), I always cherish our interactions and always wish you all the best days since you all deserve it!!!

Okay! That’s all now it’s time to tag! But since I’m super shy, I don’t wanna tag peeps who had reblogged my stuff. >x<;

So instead, I’ll just tag my online friends who had reblogged my posts in the past! That counts right? :Dc

Again, no pressure!!! ^w^/

@melodiclune (lol yep, ya count too~), @hxhhasmysoul, @himi-wiz, @tinyballerinadancer1, @sabrondabrainrot, @wrathofnature, @majycka, @olasketches, @thedemonreblogs, @blizzardream, @chocodajib

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Changretta's Mate-9

Luca pays someone a visit before he goes home.

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Luca’s pov

I had called Detroit as soon as we drove into New York and I saw familiar bridges and roads. I was itching to get home and put my arms around my girl, but I was still at work technically. I also had to pay someone a visit before I made it back to our apartment.

Lorenzo and his gang had been successful in obliterating the Purple Gang. It didn’t hurt that we had supplied better weapons but that was neither here nor there to me.

I had my own Rat to squeeze out. Luckily for me my cousin Frederico had gotten an address to a bed and breakfast in the area close to where Caroline and I were.

No doubt to keep a close eye on us, I was happy to return the sentiment.

Armeda Russo owned the B&B. I knew her because her late husband had done some work with my father when they were young men. When he passed and her kids were grown she’d turned her home downtown into a thriving business. I always liked women. Her home was always warm, inviting and smelled like food.

I met her in the hall and discussed why I was there. She’d met Caroline at the hospital once. She slipped and fell. My mate had been her on-call nurse for several days before she’d been released home. Caroline had called her to check up on her once or twice. Armeda liked her so once I mentioned that her border, Joseph Turner may have ill intentions towards my wife well, she became more than accommodating to my request for a spare key to his room.

I didn’t bother walking in with several of my men. I figured that if Joseph didn’t care until recently that he’d put his whole family in danger, my mate in danger and didn’t bother checking up on her till almost a year later, that we both knew his intentions were not good towards her.

That was a threat I took personally.

He stood up immediately and went for a gun. Armature.

“I wouldn’t.” I smirked at him and rolled up my cuffs so he could see the black hand tattoos on me and I sat down gesturing to him to do the same. My men all had their guns out or were reaching for them. Even if he shot me, he wasn’t making it out alive.

He had a little table and two chairs by the window overlooking the street. That street I crossed everyday on my way to a business.

“How’d you get in here?” He asked timidly and looked down at his shoes submissively. I chuckled darkly. Caroline was right, he wasn’t the brains so the original idea to play the gangs had to have come from her step mother. I filled that information away for later.

“You come into my town, my territory deep in the heart of New York City and you are surprised I have access to local business?” I asked and leaned forward. I was truly amused now. “Let me make this very clear and simple for you Mr. Turner, I have access to every building, every business and every single fuckin person in this city. You won’t even find one enemy of mine that's stupid enough to take you in this great state.” I leaned back and crossed my leg, removing my hat. I was staying for a while.

He fidgeted for quite awhile.

I knew to let the silence build between us. He was a weak man, silence made him uncomfortable, it was a useful tactic for a man like me. I could be patient. I had the power here.

I looked out the window and around the room taking in every corner and every shadow hidden in case I needed to come back and pay him a painfully personal lethal visit. If he was smart, he’d move on and leave the city. I hadn’t made up my mind if he was leaving the room yet.

I started drumming my hands on the table and gave him a tight smile to move things along.

“I never wanted Caroline involved in this. I just wanted a better life, that's why we are Americans right, Mr. Changretta? We want the dream, the American dream of money and good fortune.” I continued to look bored and slowly reached into my pocket to pull out my cigarette case. Her father jumped and smacked his knee on the table. I knew without a shadow of a doubt he meant us harm now, maybe not him but he was a player in it.

“Relax Mr Turner. We're family. I aint gonna shoot you.” I smiled wickedly and laughed, my men laughing with me. I wasn't going to shoot him, they would do it for me but her father didn’t seem to know that. He nervously chuckled but I could see his pulse in his throat. He was terrified.

“ Caroline said you were her mate.” I put my cigarette out on the table right in front of him to make sure he saw the burn mark it was leaving behind. It hissed and crackled on the cold wood.

“Now, you need to understand something Turner, You daughter and I talk all the time. I’m also very close to my staff. I know for a fact that when you arrived she slammed the door in your face. You didn’t talk to her. She’s not a stupid woman, you and I both know that.” I stood and moved the heavy lace curtains. I am getting pissed now. I hated liars.

“You have a nice view of our apartment complex here.” He squirmed in his seat and looked away from me. I continued. “ I find it interesting that you found the daughter you barely spoke to. You didn’t go to the hospital or call round there, no you came directly to my home Joseph, which tells me you knew exactly where she was and who I was. “ I leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us. If he blinked out, eyelashes would intersect.

“Let me make something clear to you or whoever is telling you to reach out to us. I have no intention of you ever seeing my mate again. Whoever is pulling your strings clearly thinks they can get to us, to me. It aint gonna happen. “

He stuttered and started begging me to understand, he never told me what I needed to understand though because he turned into a blubbering mess.

“We just want to see Caroline.” WE. Who was we, I wondered.

“Course you do, get her alone in my place, I don’t think you'd hurt her Mr. Turner, but whoever you brought with you would. Maybe they’d draw it out over a few months to let her have the babies but we both know you ain't up for a long game. I don't play games.” I stood up and closed the door behind me. Two of my men had stayed behind.

A soft pop echoed through the upstairs as we descended. I didn’t need to keep Joseph around to keep my mate safe.

The man behind it all would come to me soon enough. Especially since now he knew emotionally manipulating us wouldn’t work.

“Hey, Matteo, I wanna stop at that bakery and pick up Cari’s macarons, eh. Can’t show up empty handed after I left my pregnant Mate alone for a while.” My men smiled and Matteo nodded. He’d spent some time with my mate to protect her. He knew she was enjoying being a spoiled housewife now. Had to keep living up to my reputation as her amazing mate.

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Have You Ever Considered Killing Your Title?—Chapter 8

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Thirteen, Remus had decided, was an annoying age. 

He was old enough now to be entrusted with a list of duties, no longer having the freedom of his afternoons to himself. Every other sentence that his parents spoke to him only served to remind him of the responsibility he carried on his shoulders, that perhaps one day the entire weight of the kingdom would rest on him and every decision he made would be met with enumerable consequences. But, you know, he was also still just a child who didn’t know anything and wouldn’t know anything until he was older. 

There was a bit of either paradox or hypocrisy in there, he couldn’t decide which; maybe he would ask Logan about it later. 

He certainly wasn’t about to ask his tutor. You know, the man right in front of him, right now, lecturing on something Remus wasn’t paying attention to. 

Then again, Roman looked like he was paying enough attention for the both of them. He sat straight up, looking on rapt. It was the kind of posture and paying attention Remus himself reserved for council meetings, those long, drawn-out times they were now required to sit to the side for and observe. Then again, maybe Roman wasn’t acting. Maybe he was just interested in whatever the tutor was talking about. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Roman took to the more boring parts of their responsibilities better than him. 

“Now, question time! I have certainly monologued for long enough, let’s get your brains working.” The tutor luckily clapped his hands together when he finished his sentence, allowing Remus to focus back up when he realized he would soon be required to speak. 

“So, a village near Ereborn has recently been raided. The crops had been razed and there were many killed. The survivors no longer have the supplies to get by and are likely to starve if they try to stay out until the next season. What solution could be used to help them get by until new crops can be planted? And for the sake of this logic puzzle, let’s say they cannot receive aid from other villages or send people out to go to other villages.”

Well, there went the obvious answers. If this were in actual scenario, that’s probably exactly what would happen. Remus had no idea what the point was in working through a scenario that would never come to fruition, but he had started writing off a lot more of his lessons since meeting Logan. He learned more from the other boy than he ever had from his tutors, and practical skills were something he picked up from him as well. 

Plus, since Janus came into his life last year, he helped him examine the moral boundaries of it all, and encouraged a more out-of-the-box way of thinking. 

Overall, Remus was getting tired of a typical type of learning. 

Perhaps that was why he spoke up. He felt more courageous in the last year than he had in a long time—he had never had this many friends on his side before. And Roman… things were getting weirder between them. Since they had both gotten their personal servants, it was hard to meet in the wall like they used to. After all, it was hard to plan a secret rendezvous when there was someone whose job it was to stand by your side all the time. And Remus liked Janus, he really did! He just wished it didn’t feel so much like he had swapped time with one person for another.

He was getting distracted. The problem was still proposed to them, and the words were coming from his mouth before he could give a second thought to catching them. 

“There’s plenty of available meat, isn’t there?”

The tutor looked puzzled at his answer, but didn’t seem discouraged yet. “I doubt raiders would have left the livestock untouched.”

“Maybe so, but you said a lot of people were killed, right? I mean, it’s sad, but that is technically an option. Enough could probably be salvaged to survive on, at least until the next crops can be planted. Plus, they could probably sell the meat if need be. I mean, I think there’s even some physicians who will buy corpses for the sake of digging around and finding out what’s going on in there. It could be lucrative enough to get by.”

Remus had kept a close eye on his tutor’s face as he spoke, so it wasn’t as if he missed the disgust and repugnancy that only grew in stature the longer he talked. Consciously, he was aware that was a bad thing. 

It was kinda fun to cause that look though, wasn’t it? There was something… cool, in the way he could make a face contort like that, unsure if he was serious or not. These were comments he normally only let slip in the presence of Logan or Janus, who typically just ignored them or gave him a flat look. Having something new was definitely satisfying. 

He didn’t know he could cause that.

“Prince Remus, you are not seriously suggesting cannibalism and illegal trades?”

Oh, maybe he had gone a little far. That hint of retreat had crept into the tutor’s voice. He didn’t need this getting back to his parents—better to do some damage control. 

“I mean, it was just a thought experiment, right? You already removed the actual options that would be utilized in this situation. I’m not actually proposing something like that in real life, and it would never be necessary. It’s just, an answer to the problem.”

The tutor sneered. “That is not the answer. In fact, I don’t think you could possibly have been more wrong.” 

“But would it not work?”

“No.”

“But why not?”

“Because that’s not the answer.”

“But—”

“Ereborn has aspen trees near it, doesn’t it?” Roman’s voice was strong where it cut into the conversation, his brow furrowed as he stared down at the maps arranged on the table in front of them. “The bark should be edible, especially if it can be boiled. Plus, the sap can be used to heal any wounds, or help at least. I’m sure it’s utilized in some salves.”

The tutor’s eyes flickered back to Remus for a moment before focusing in on Roman, clearing his throat and nodding once. “That is completely correct, Prince Roman. Making use of the environment around them, the people should be able to get by just fine, without resorting to… inhumane options.” 

He didn’t look in Remus’ direction, but that was somehow worse. At least if he had Remus could have appreciated his unsettled look again. 

“Well, I see my lectures are having their desired effect, at least on one end. I think it’s best to break for the day. I would highly recommend reviewing today’s content however. Clearly, the idea of using the land to your advantage is still one we are—” he swallowed— ”struggling to comprehend fully.”

There was a nod from Roman’s end of the table, and he started gathering the maps in front of him carefully, as if he actually planned on looking over them more in his own time. 

Remus scowled, reaching for the book on their kingdom’s flora and fauna so he would at least look like he was grabbing something. They used to be on a combined agreement to never take their schoolwork out of the library with them. Clearly, even more had changed than he had recognized.

He still hesitated to leave, seeing the way Roman worked to catch his eye when he moved to exit. So, he hovered next to one of the library’s shelves instead. 

Old family trees and genealogy books. Extra boring. 

Finally though, Roman had gathered all the maps he seemed determined to take with him. He came towards him, arms stuffed in a direct contradiction to Remus’ single book-holding hand. 

“Hey.”

Remus had to hold back a snort. “Hey,” he greeted in return, ignoring the fact they had just spent the last hour sitting a foot away from each other. 

“For the record, you did find a solution to the problem. A gruesome one, maybe,” Roman’s nose scrunched up as he said it, “but a solution nonetheless. Especially considering you weren’t at all paying attention to the actual lesson, it was a clever answer.” Thankfully, he was smart enough to lower his voice when mentioning Remus’ lack of attentiveness. 

Maybe he should have kept his voice down for the whole thing, though, because their tutor’s voice cut through before Remus got a chance to respond himself. 

“Don’t encourage him, Prince Roman. Prince Remus should have come to a similar solution as yourself. To give any dignity to that response he cobbled together is simply erroneous.”

And there it was, a sight Remus was becoming more and more familiar with each day: Roman’s shoulders hunched, his chin disappearing into the collar of his shirt. His arms shifted the maps in them, holding them tighter to his chest since his arms were too full to actually wrap around himself. 

When they were younger, Remus would have stepped forward, wrapped his own arms to compensate. Roman would have grumbled once before letting out a breath, snuggling into his hold. They would have done an awkward shuffle together to a corner, staying there as long as it was needed, ignoring whatever voice came from the adult above them trying to tell them to do anything else. And it would have guaranteed they spent that night in the gap between their walls, holding each other close where no one could taunt or discourage it. 

Now though, Roman simply took a step back, as if he knew what Remus was thinking and was dissuading it before he could even try. He didn’t agree with the tutor, but he didn’t fight it either, head kept down and every muscle stiff. He stayed only a second more before being the first to exit, scuttling out of the library before Remus could even blink or throw a scowl in the tutor’s direction. 

The door shutting behind him held something more final than Remus wanted to think about, so he didn’t. Instead, he waited a moment before exiting himself, doing a mental runthrough of his schedule and finding himself grateful he had about an hour before he had to head down for training. 

Janus was always good for a distraction. The older boy was humorous, and seemed to never run out of insults for his tutor. It would be good to hear them from someone.

And no, he pointedly did not think of a certain brother. He only thought about what was ahead of him, and right now, that was his privy chamber gentleman, with his knight friend in an hour or so. 

He could live with that.

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2. now that you have me, do you want me still?

A/N: Tada!!!! Chapter 2!!!! I've spent all day writing this because I kept getting distracted 💀💀 But I just wrote almost an entire 5,000 words in one day, I think that might be a new record for me, tbh, lmao. But lemme tell you guys, I absolutely love this. I think this is actually both the best and my favorite smut that I've ever written. It's slightly different than how I usually write it as well, but I think it's better this way, tbh. I hope you guys like it, too!!! Please read all the tags before diving into the chapter in case there's something in there that you don't wanna be reading!!! Enjoy!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: Tristan and Lancelot go home together and finally take action on all the tension that's built up between them for the last 8 months.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), cheating/infidelity sorta (again, depends on how you look at it), smut, explicit sexual content, blowjob, anal, anal fingering, discussion of how gay sex works (you'll see what I mean, LMAO), I think that's it, but if I missed something that you think should be/want to be listed here, please let me know!!!!

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello

Word Count: 5,747

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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As soon as their lips are touching, he's completely gone. Lance usually isn't one for sweet things, but Tristan is an immediate exception to that. The other boy's lips have the faintest hint of strawberry on them and he vows to start appreciating the fruit way more than he used to. Tristan immediately slides his hands into Lance's hair and leans into him, trying to get closer. He can barely believe this was happening, that they'd finally gotten to this moment. He doesn't think he's ever enjoyed something as simple as a kiss as much as he's enjoying this one. This is a completely new experience for him. What surprises him the most is Tristan. If anyone has ever tried to claim that Tristan Liones is a bad kisser, they're sorely mistaken. Not like Lance himself is an expert or anything like that, but he's most definitely experienced some bad kissers. But Tristan is the complete opposite of those.

His lips are firm against Lance's, insistent. When Lance swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, he's instantly granted entrance. There isn't a single hint of hesitation in Tristan's actions. He knows exactly what he's doing and he's not at all shy about it. Lance tries his best to give the same thing back. His hand that was on Tristan's cheek now slips back to tangle in his long, silver hair, something that Lance has wanted to do since the moment he first laid eyes on the prince. He rolls his tongue over Tristan's and is rewarded with a quiet moan against his mouth. Tristan gives a slight tug to Lance's hair and he groans softly, his head tilting up slightly as the other man deepens the kiss. Before either one can do anything else, though, they both hear someone clear their throat loudly somewhere close by, causing them to pull apart and quickly turn in the direction of the person. Lance instantly relaxes upon seeing who it is, however.

"Oh, it's just you two." He says a little breathlessly. "Hey, guys." He says in a casual tone that he doesn't at all feel.

"Lance? You know them?" Tristan asks hesitantly. Lance looks at him. He looks nervous, his eyes flickering between the two other men standing right in front of their booth. He gets it. The two of them are both technically in relationships, as far as most of the world knows, and now they've been caught all over each other by people that Tristan knows as complete strangers. There's so many people that could use this information against them and that wouldn't be good for either of them. But luckily, Lance knows they wouldn't ever do such a thing.

"Yeah. These are my friends. Nasiens and-"

"I'm Percival!" Percy blurts in his usual loud, bubbly voice. "But most of my friends just call me Percy. It's so wonderful to meet you, Tristan!"

Lance watches as Tristan tilts his head in confusion and he chuckles. "Sorry," He whispers in Tristan's ear. "Percy tends to act very familiar with people even if he's just met them, it's just the way he's always been."

"O-oh." He replies. And then the most brilliant smile spreads across his face. "It's lovely to meet both of you! You're the first of Lance's friends I've gotten to meet and I can't wait to spend more time with you both in the future." He shoots Lance a look full of meaning and Lance feels a slight flutter in his chest, finding himself smiling back at him.

"We'd love that. But that can wait. It seems you two have somewhere else to be right now, yes?" Nasiens is giving Lance a look that's half knowing, half teasing, with a hint of something soft. Lance grins at him.

Percy looks confused and is about to question Nasiens but Lance turns back to Tristan and speaks up first. "Yes, that's right." His eyes question the silverette silently, making sure they're both on the same page. Tristan nods once, a smirk curling his lips.

Both of them slide out of the booth and stand up as Percy and Nasiens move back to give them room to do so. "I'll catch you guys later, yeah?" Lance playfully flicks Percy's forehead and then ruffles Nasiens hair slightly.

The black-haired man just huffs while Percy beams. "Of course!"

Lance and Tristan walk towards the lounge's entrance before stopping, turning to each other. "Your place okay?" Tristan asks, reaching forward to brush his hand against Lance's.

Lance catches his hand before he can pull it back and intertwines their fingers together. "Yeah, that definitely works. What are you gonna tell Isolde?" He asks curiously.

Tristan takes a step forward and reaches up with his free hand, placing it on Lance's chest. "I'll just tell her that we're gonna have a guy's night." As he speaks, his eyes leave Lance's face to instead watch his own hand as he slowly trails it down Lance's chest and toward his stomach. "You know. Get a bit drunk, play some games," Lance stops breathing as Tristan's hand moves down his torso and over his stomach, stopping right about the waistband of his jeans. Tristan looks back up at him as he finishes speaking, his eyes absolutely burning with heat. "Get to know each other." And Tristan pulls his hand away and takes a few steps back, grinning.

Lance sucks in a deep breath, nearly choking, much to his embarrassment. But Tristan has a knowing twinkle in his eyes, his expression one of mischief. He's a fucking tease. Noted. He shakes his head at the man. "C'mon, the guard at the back door owes me a favor." He smirks, leading Tristan out of the lounge with their still twined hands and to the stairs, both of them breaking apart as they go down them. Tristan then follows Lance through part of the crowd until they reach the back entrance to the club. Usually only employees can use it, but he did a favor for the guard usually posted there once and now it's time to ask for one back. He catches the guard's eye and gestures to the door and then both Tristan and himself. The man nods once and then steps to the side, letting them slip through. They were in the employee parking lot now. Lance looks around to see if anyone else is around before taking Tristan's hand again, seeing no one but the two of them there.

"You're a favor guy?" Tristan asks him, amused.

Lance looks at him and shrugs. "Are you complaining about me already?" He asks teasingly. As he walks towards the chainlink fence leading into the parking lot everyone else uses.

Tristan gives him a look full of mock-offense. "Oh, I would never."

Lance laughs. "You better not." Tristan steps forward and opens up the door in the fence, letting out a giggle that warms Lance all the way down to his toes. So many new sides he's seeing of the Prince now that neither of them are having to hide.

Tristan holds the door open for Lance, letting him go through before following him and closing the door behind them. "I assume you didn't bring your own car?" Lance asks, an eyebrow raised.

Tristan's cheeks turn slightly pink, like he's embarrassed. "No..." He trails off while giving Lance a sheepish smile. "Guess I really do tend to live up to that "prince" nickname, don't I?"

Lance's brows furrow and he steps forward, bringing his hand to Tristan's cheek. Tristan leans into his touch immediately. "Hey," Lance says seriously. "That's not a bad thing. I happen to really like Prince Tristan, I'll have you know." He smiles softly at the silverette.

The prince's mood lifts immediately. "Good. If you didn't, we'd have a lot of problems." He teases. "Now, I assume unlike me, you do have your own car with you, Sir Lancelot?"

"I do. And my apartment is about 10 minutes away." He leans down closer to Tristan. "And once we get there, we can continue getting to know each other." He says quietly, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

He watches as Tristan visibly shivers, his eyes darkening. "Lead the way." He says just as quietly. And so he does.

His car isn't too difficult to find and the car ride goes by quick. Soon enough, they're making their way down the hall of the 4th floor of Lance's apartment complex, stopping right in front of his door. As he pulls out his keys to unlock the door, Tristan wraps his arms around one of Lance's, leaning into him. He does it much in the same way that Guinevere does, but unlike with her, Lance doesn't mind it one bit. He likes it, even. He swings the door open and lets Tristan go in first, reaching in to turn on the light to his living room as he follows close behind, the door closing behind them.

As soon as Lance places his keys on the hook by the door, Tristan's lips are back on his again. Lance groans as one hand returns to the mass of silver hair on top of the prince's head while the other wraps around his waist and pulls him close. Tristan seems to purr as he wraps his arms around Lance's neck, his hands tangling in the hair at the back of his head. The prince nips at his bottom lip, seeming to demand entrance rather than ask for it, and Lance couldn't say no even if he wanted to. He pulls Tristan as close as he can with their current position, but it's still not enough.

As their tongues roll together and start to explore, Lance moves both of his hands down until he can grab Tristan's ass. Tristan lets out a whine and tugs on Lance's hair harder than he did before. Lance moans as he suddenly pulls up, bringing Tristan with him as he stands to his full height. Tristan wraps his legs around Lance's waist, pulling back from their kiss to start trailing his lips along his jaw and down to his neck, nipping and sucking at each spot his lips touch.

"Marks?" He asks breathlessly, lips moving against Lance's skin.

"You definitely won't hear me complaining." He grunts softly as he squeezes the prince's backside.

"Good." Tristan moans.

He then goes back to what he was doing before, paying extra attention to a spot on Lance's collarbone until Lance is sure he'll have a bruise there for at least a week. Lance moans, one of his hands moving up and under both the shirts Tristan is wearing, his hands sliding over the smooth bare skin of his back and sides. Tristan arches into him, his forehead leaning against Lance's jaw.

"I think now would be a good time to head to your bedroom, yeah?" Tristan asks, pulling back to look at him, bringing a hand to Lance's face and tracing a thumb over his lips.

Lance opens his mouth and nips at the tip of Tristan's thumb, the silverette gasping quietly at the action. "I was just gonna say the same thing." He grins.

"And yet, you're still just standing here." Tristan says with mock exasperation, leaning forward until their lips are grazing.

"So impatient." Lance mumbles playfully before closing the distance between them once again and starting to make his way toward his bedroom, thankfully only stumbling once or twice despite his lack of attention on where his feet were landing.

His bedroom door was already open and he pushed past it, closing it behind him with the weight of his shoulder. He makes his way over to his bed and leans over it until Tristan's back is pressed against his comforter. Tristan relaxes against the bed and Lance pulls away from their kiss in order to move down and suck on the pulse point on his neck. Tristan groans and trails his hands down Lance's sides, running them back up under Lance's shirt. He keeps moving his hands up until Lance has no choice but to stop his assault on the man's neck in order to pull back and let Tristan take his shirt off, the dark red henley being tossed to the floor somewhere.

Lance sits back on his knees, looking down at Tristan. The prince looks absolutely delighted, sitting up until he's also on his knees, trailing his hands up from Lance's stomach all the way up to his chest and shoulders. "What's that look for?" Lance asks him curiously.

Tristan grins. "Oh, nothing. It's just that, I knew you worked out, I just had no idea you worked out this much."

He runs his nails down the abs on Lance's stomach and Lance lets out a long hiss between his teeth. "You been stalking me or somethin'?" He asks as he starts unbuttoning the black dress shirt Tristan is wearing overtop something blue.

"Oh, it doesn't take much to find out, really. The internet really does know everything about you, don't you know?" And then the prince leans forward and wraps his lips around one of Lance's nipples, sucking hard on it.

"Shit." Lance moans in surprise.

Tristan pulls back and lets his now fully unbuttoned shirt fall off his shoulders and down his arms, revealing that the blue underneath is a tanktop. "Well, maybe not everything." He says. "The rest is for me to figure out myself."

Lance pulls the tanktop over the silverette's head, the piece of clothing getting lost along with the rest of them. "You don't seem too bothered by that fact, your majesty." He points out, amused.

Tristan starts planting kisses down the blonde's chest. "The first thing you should know about me, Sir Lancelot, is that I'm always down for a good adventure. Especially if it involves exploring." And then he pushes Lance to the side, making him land back against his pillows.

"That's definitely good to know." Lance grunts as he watches Tristan from his new position, the Prince moving closer.

His mouth goes dry when Tristan's hands immediately go to the button of his jeans, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. And then he slips his fingers underneath the waistband of not just his jeans but his boxers as well and tugs them down, getting them off with only a little help from Lance. Those are also added to the floor and now Lance is completely naked in front of the prince, his cock flushed red and hard against his stomach. Tristan bites his lip as he moves forward and straddles Lance's thighs, reaching down and wrapping his hand around him. Lance groans, bringing his hands up to run them up Tristan's thighs.

The prince pumps his hand along Lance's cock once, twice, then rubs his thumb over the head, precum dribbling out in response to his actions. But Tristan's eyes were on Lance's face, watching his reaction. "You're more reactive than I expected." Tristan admits, his voice husky and thick.

"That a bad thing?" Lance asks, trying to catch the breath that seemed hellbent on leaving him completely.

Tristan lets out a little giggle. "Not at all. The opposite, actually." And then the prince is leaning down, his body sliding down Lance's body slightly, his tongue shooting out and licking up Lance's cock from base to tip in one quick motion.

"Fuck!" Lance's hips buck up as he curses. One of his hands immediately tangles into the prince's hair again as he looks down at him. "You know, you sure do look pretty like that." He admits.

Tristan's eyes shoot up to lock with Lance's, a bright red flush blooming across his face at the compliment. Lance smirks at the obvious effect his words had. Definitely good to know. And then his train of thought completely shatters when Tristan's lips wrap around him, the silver-haired man not holding back one bit as he moves his head further down. Lance lets his head fall back against his pillows as he pulls on Tristan's hair, receiving a moan from the other man that Lance feels more than hears and he returns it with one of his own.

Tristan starts bobbing his head up and down and Lance lets out another curse. "Tristan." He groans out. Hearing his name spill from the blonde's lips seems to be something he greatly enjoys, as it only spurs him on, the man's mouth moving a bit faster now.

Tristan's free hand runs up and down Lance's thigh a few times before stopping to settle on the dip of his hips, running his thumb over the spot in a way that's almost the complete opposite of what his mouth is doing. Lance is panting now, his free hand gripping the fabric underneath him as Tristan continues his ministrations. He was getting close now, eight months worth of built up tension between the two as well as their make out session combined with Tristan's clearly well-practiced mouth on him, it was all too much and he wouldn't last much longer. And then the hand Tristan had on his hip trails up his torso and reaches for one of his nipples, pinching it between two of his fingers at the same time that Tristan stops at the head of his cock and sucks hard on it, and that's all it takes. Lance cries out as he cums, his entire body tensing and his body arching upwards. Tristan hums against him, sucking softer and then stopping completely as Lance's body finally relaxes again.

As Lance's eyes finally open again, Tristan's face is hovering right above his. Lance immediately wraps his arms around the prince's waist as his weight settles over him, his legs on each side of Lance's waist. Tristan slams his lips against Lance's and neither of them have to prompt it this time, their tongues immediately finding each other and Lance realizes that Tristan had saved the taste of him on his tongue, sharing it with Lance now. Lance bites Tristan's lip and then sucks on it slightly as he pulls away, causing him to let out a whimper as his still clothed cock pushes down against the blonde's stomach.

"Do you have lube?" Tristan pants.

"Yeah," He points at the dresser across from the end of his bed. "Top drawer. Condoms in there, too."

Tristan is standing up before he finishes speaking, walking over to the dresser and opening the drawer. Lance sits up and moves back, leaning against his headboard. Tristan quickly finds the bottle of lube and a couple of condoms, taking one of them and tossing both items to Lance as he turns back around, who catches them. Then he unzips his own jeans as he walks back towards the bed, Lance watching him the whole way.

"You look nervous, Lance. Don't tell me you aren't gonna finish what you start." Tristan says with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I fully intend on seeing this through, don't you worry." He assures before letting a slightly sheepish grin form on his lips. "Just never actually been with a guy before." He says honestly.

Tristan looks genuinely surprised at this, but he recovers quickly, his expression returning to what it was before but with, dare he say it, a hint of affection in his eyes. "Well, I don't think I ever would've guessed." He says, taking a moment to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving himself completely bare as he gets back on the bed. Lance's eyes look over his form, enjoying every single part of the view.

Tristan continues the topic. "But in that case," He says, placing himself in Lance's lap. "I'll just have to teach you a thing or two, won't I, big boy?" He whispers.

Lance swallows thickly, the nickname doing exactly what he's sure it was intended to. "Oh, you're kinky as all hell, aren't you?" He blurts out.

Tristan smirks. "You have no idea."

"Of course. What have I gotten myself into?" Lance asks teasingly.

Tristan lets out that damn giggle again. "The best lay of your life, duh." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"I could say the same to you." It was Lance's turn to smirk now as he grabs Tristan's hips and pulls the two of them flush together, rolling his hips against the silverette's.

Tristan gasps and moans, mimicking the motion. "Clearly you're ready to go again." He comments.

"With someone as stunning as you in my lap, how could I not be?" Lance questions.

That wonderful flush comes back, turning his already pink cheeks into a bright red. His expression turns into that same shy one as before and he doesn't respond, instead reaching out besides him, bringing his hand back between them, the lube now in it. "Gimme your hand." He tells him quietly, clearing his throat right after.

Lance holds back a snicker and does what he says, holding his hand out to him, palm facing up. Tristan holds his hand in place, leaving his fingers out and his palm empty. He flicks open the cap on the lube and turns it over, squeezing some of it into Lance's hand before closing it and tossing it onto the bedside table closest to them.

"Now," Tristan starts, dipping two of his fingers into the lube and then trailing them along Lance's fingers, slowly spreading the liquid. "I suppose it's not too different from fingering a girl. But boys don't have g-spots or a-spots or anything like that. There's just the-"

"The prostate, right?" Lance interrupts.

Tristan continues his slow covering of Lance's hands with the lube as he looks at him his head tilted and eyes amused, just as Lance's are. "Yes, that's correct. However, I would appreciate it if you raised your hand next time, Mr. Antin." Tristan scolds jokingly.

"My apologies, Mr. Liones." Lance jokes back.

Tristan gives him a small smile. "Yes, the prostate. It's not always the easiest to reach, but trust me, you'll know once you've found it. Okay?"

"Okay. I think I can handle that." Lance says, looking down at their hands as Tristan pushes the rest of the lube onto his fingers and intertwines his own fingers with Lance's, using it as a way to spread the lube the rest of the way over his hand.

"Good." And then he catches Lance's eyes and starts guiding Lance's hand down and around his back, moving down until he's pressing the tip of one of Lance's fingers to his entrance. "Start with one finger. Go slow at first." He instructs quietly, biting his lip yet again.

Lance keeps his eyes trained on Tristan's face as he slowly pushes his finger up and into him. The prince gasps softly, both of his hands coming up to grab hold of Lance's shoulders. He keeps pushing his finger in slowly, all the way to his knuckle. Then he pulls it out just as slowly, before repeating the process a second time. Tristan's lips part in a silent gasp, his entire body starting to quiver.

Lance pushes his finger into him a third time. "You doing okay?" He questions uncertainly.

Tristan nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just been awhile." He admits.

Lance nods as well in response, his hesitation gone. They stay like that for a few more minutes, Lance keeping his same slow pace, before he decides to speed up a little bit. Tristan groans, leaning forward and kissing over Lance's shoulder until he reaches the junction between his shoulder and neck, working on adding another mark to the blonde's skin.

After a few more thrusts of his finger, Tristan starts rolling his hips back to meet him halfway. "You can add another finger now." Tristan breathes, sucking on the spot right below his ear. Lance does just that, pulling his finger out and going back in with two. He reaches for Tristan's chin and tilts his head up so that Tristan is looking at him again. His eyes are cloudy with pleasure, his lips are chapped and swollen, his face is flushed red, and his hair is already an absolute mess. He looks incredible.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He says softly. The red on the prince's face darkens, just as Lance expects it to.

"You know, if you're already trying to g-get a second night," He rocks his hips back onto Lance's fingers with a moan. "It's w-working." He informs him.

"Is that so? Is Prince Tristan really that easy?" He wonders teasingly.

Tristan moves his hips faster and Lance speeds up to match his pace. "Oh, not at all. O-only for y-you." He says matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm honored." Lance replies, watching Tristan in wonder. The other man is now riding his fingers and gripping his shoulders tightly, and when Lance adds a third finger, he lets out a low hiss.

"Ooohhhh, yes." The word is drawn out as the silverette's head falls back, his face towards the ceiling. And then Lance pushes up right as Tristan comes down and the prince cries out, his nails digging into Lance's shoulder.

"R-right there, you f-found it." Tristan gasps out.

Lance repeats his actions, then, making sure he keeps the same angle and pushes just as deep as before. The man on top of him pants and squirms as he keeps meeting his fingers. "S-so good. Ngh, you're so g-good." He praises.

Lance keeps on hitting his prostate, watching as Tristan becomes a wanton mess of pants and whines. Lance feels his own body shaking with need, the sight Tristan makes very quickly becoming the only one he ever wants to see. None of his past sex partners could ever even compare to the man with long, silver hair and blue and green eyes crumbling right before his eyes. If something were to interrupt them right now, he doesn't think he'd even care. If the world started to end right outside his window, he'd never even notice. His eyes are unable to look anywhere else but right at Tristan.

"H-hey, Lance?"

"Yeah?" Tristan is looking at Lance again now.

"I n-need you inside m-me. Right n-now. P-please." He urges pleadingly.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Lance groans, pulling his fingers out of him, causing him to whimper at the loss. The blonde reaches beside him to grab the condom off the bed. He tears it open and tosses the packaging onto his bedside table, rolling the latex over his now aching cock.

He looks back up at Tristan. "Where do you wanna be?" He asks him.

"Just right here, sir." Tristan says, looking at him through his lashes just like he did earlier that night, and his cock twitches, a wave of heat spreading over his entire body. Oh. Oh. Putting that away to figure out later.

"Works for me." Lance says, his words a bit shaky. He runs his hands down Tristan's back and over the curve of his ass, squeezing and then pulling him up.

Tristan falls forward against his chest with a gasp, reaching down to grab Lance's cock and line it up with his own entrance. "Ready when you are." He says breathlessly.

Without responding, Lance slowly pulls Tristan back down. The head of his cock pushes its way into him and the prince shudders against him as they both let out a long moan. Tristan inches his way down onto Lance's cock until he's fully seated before he stops, giving them both a moment to adjust and get used to the feeling. Lance, needing something to do with his hands, reaches in-between them to wrap his hand around Tristan's neglected cock. It's bright red and leaking, precum dripping onto Lance's stomach.

Tristan's hips buck slightly as the blonde pumps his fist a few times. "Fuck."

"I agree." Lance rasps, flicking his eyes between what his hand is doing and the expressions on Tristan's face.

Tristan's hands come up to cup the sides of Lance's face and he leans forward to connect their lips, the kiss slow and deep. Lance returns it without hesitation, bringing his free hand up to slide across his cheek and into his hair. Their tongues slide against each other and for a moment, Lance gets lost in the kiss. And then Tristan starts to move on top of him and he nearly chokes.

"Oh." Lance moans as Tristan pulls himself up slightly and then back down again, repeating the motion but moving higher as he does. "Oh, fuck."

"Been awhile for you, too, huh?" Tristan asks in a strained voice, going for teasing but it's half-hearted.

"Something like that." Lance replies, only partly paying attention.

Tristan kisses his jaw. "Well you better not make me do all the work." He remarks.

"Wasn't planning on it. Just letting you set the pace." Lance swipes his thumb over the head of Tristan's cock as he speaks.

"The pace I'd like to set is you fucking me." He groans out.

Lance breathes out a small laugh. "Your wish is my command, your majesty."

Lance takes his hand that's between them and wraps it around Tristan's waist, holding him close as he pulls on the silverette's hair hard enough to tilt his head back. As he trails kisses down his neck, he starts thrusting up into him, each thrust building up to a steady pace. Tristan wraps his arms around Lance's back, his nails digging into the backs of his shoulders. Lance mouths along Tristan's collarbone and down his chest, the prince's hands sliding up and into his hair as his head moves down. The blonde flattens his tongue over one of Tristan's nipples before sucking on it, his teeth grazing it slightly.

"S-shit, keep doing that." Tristan demands, his hands pulling at Lance's hair as he moves against him. Lance does as he's told, switching to the other nipple and doing the same thing to it a few times before pulling away. He leans back and slides down the headboard slightly, allowing him to change the angle of his hips slightly. On his next thrust up, he pushes in deeper and hits that same spot as before, his prostate.

"Ah, fuck! Lance!" Tristan nearly sobs, his forehead pressing into Lance's, their lips grazing with every pant and moan.

"Fuck, Tris." Lance growls, picking up his pace as he keeps that same angle. He was getting close again and he could tell that Tristan was nearly there as well. The man looked absolutely wrecked and Lance wanted nothing more than to see him completely fall apart above him.

"You're close, aren't you?" Lance asks him.

"So close." Tristan gasps, bouncing on his lap.

Lance speeds up, pounding up into him. "Yeah?" He reaches between them and grabs his cock again, pumping his fist in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum with me, baby?"

"Ngh, yes. Gods, yes." Tristan whines loudly.

"Good." Lance grunts.

The two of them are moving together in sync and after a few more thrusts, they both come undone with a shout of each other's name, Lance forcing his eyes to stay open through his orgasm so that he can watch Tristan. The prince's eyes are squeezed shut tightly, his mouth open in a silent cry and he's gripping onto Lance hard enough to leave bruises in his skin, not that he's complaining. His entire body is tensed up, much like Lance's own, and his back is arched. Once function starts to return to his body, he gives a few more soft thrusts as they slowly come down from their high.

"Shit." Tristan curses shakily under his breath. Lance doesn't respond. Instead, he connects their lips in a quick, rough kiss, despite the lack of oxygen in their lungs currently.

They both pull back again as Tristan slowly lifts himself up and off of Lance's now softening cock. Lance pulls the condom off of himself carefully and ties it, placing it in it's previous packaging and then throwing it away in the small trashcan beside his bed. Tristan reaches down and grabs something off of the floor and when he sits back up, Lance sees that it's the blue tank top he was wearing earlier. He uses it to wipe his own cum off both of their torsos and then Lance takes it from him and tosses the shirt in the direction of his laundry basket.

Lance lifts his hips up in order to tug the comforter free from beneath him, the both of them adjusting until they can get underneath the covers. Tristan gives Lance a kiss that's slow and sweet before settling with his head against the blonde's chest and his arms wrapped around his waist. Lance wraps his own arms around the prince and their legs tangle together. He runs his hand through Tristan's hair a few times and the silverette makes a happy little sound as he leans into the touch, causing Lance to lean down and kiss the top of his head. Both of them are exhausted, and soon enough, they're drifting off into a deep sleep.

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A/N: How was it??? Please tell me your thoughts, I love hearing them sm!!!! I'm super happy with how this chapter came out and I hope you guys are, too!!!

Do you want me to continue this as a series?? If so, what would you guys like to see in this AU going forward?? What situations would you wanna see?? What would you want me to focus on?? Etc.??

UPDATE: I will be continuing this series!!! But please do let me know what kinds of other things you’d like to see in this AU going forward and I’ll do my best to make it happen (As long as the story allows, ofc)!!!

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[battlelaine]

mega punch — has your muse ever punched something/someone? did they break anything (ie a wall, a nose) or just hurt their hand? - all muses

// I almost got confused bc I couldn't see an ask button on your blog but at least I found an alternate way

Technical Machine Headcanons!

Morgan & Evelyn have never punched anyone actually. Morgan rarely gets physical with anyone but in the few instances she does, she's not throwing punches. She's ending fights before they even start. Once in a blue moon she's had to escort unrurly or overly handsy guests out of the Maison and those are the only times she's ever had to get physically violent with anyone. In that case Morgan never leaves any form of mark on the guest nor on the Maison. As she neither wants to hurt the Maison nor leave a mark on the guest that could lead back to her or the Maison having gotten physical with the guest. Evelyn on the other hand near NEVER gets physical with things or people. Only once has she hit someone and that was a slap to a guest who had become threatening due to their loss in a battle. She wound up leaving a red mark on their face along with hurting her own hand from how hard the slap was. She began apologizing immediately afterwards and the guest was quickly escorted out of the Maison before they could retaliate. Evelyn doesn't like hurting living things nor inanimate things. Doing so, even if she seemingly is in the right to do so, always makes her feel incredibly guilty.

Dana & Nita meanwhile HAVE punched people/things. When in a really bad mood Dana tends to punch things to get her aggression & pent up energy out. Usually this results in her just hurting her fist rather then breaking anything. But it does make her feel better so that's what matters. She's never punched anyone in a fight or aggressively but will punch her friends in the shoulder. She's also been in mosh pits and while she's never intentionally punched someone there, she has accidentally punched a person while moshing. Luckily they were understanding and both got back to moshing. Nita on the other hand HAS punched a person in a fight or well several people. This is actually how she bonded with Landorus. While in Unova she came across poachers destroying a field in order to chase out pokemon they were capturing and began swinging at them. This resulted in a huge fight where she lost several teeth, ripped up her knuckles and broke her nose. But she also broke the nose of a poacher, as well as the bones around one of their eye sockets and this wasn't with a punch but she did wind up breaking one of their arms. Nita's always been a fighter so while this is her most well known instance of fighting, she's been doing so since she was in school. She has a tendency to get in trouble with Dana and Morgan over this.

[soulsxng]

More about Ezra's condition:

He has it both better and worse than the other original nephilim. Because of Levana being his mother, and her connection to the coven where their curse originated from, her version of it somewhat overrides the version the others have. This makes his curse slightly less volatile...at least at the beginning stages. Once he gets beyond a certain point, it averages out.

However, as Levana's birth coven is a made up entirely of blood magic users...that poses an issue. Because even if his potential for using blood magic is rather high, using it makes his curse activate, and he'll start to slowly lose control the more he uses it. Baphomet has been slowly training him to build up a resistance to this though, as blood magic unchecked could be even more dangerous to Ezra in the long run. This is also why Ezra is able to control his shifts to a point, is as the result of a LOT of training from Baet.

The condition made him an extremely sickly child, prone to all kinds of sicknesses and such. As he's gotten older, his body has built up a more of a resistance, and though he's generally more healthy now than he used to be, there are still times that he'll be stuck in bed for days. Usually, this happens when his curse activates, and he doesn't do anything to feed.

On a similar note, His symptoms can be lessened by either...letting him absorb and consume the energy of a dying person, which...he's not really willing to do consciously. Drinking the blood of, (he can also just eat chunks of a living thing and technically that works, but again, he's not willing to do anything like that.) or siphoning energy/life from a living being. He doesn't really like doing this either, but will if he's really struggling at any given period of time. He's had people he knows offer to do this for him, (Sarakael, his guardian angel, for example) but he's always really hesitant to accept.

Levana and Tabbris did perform a ritual that will at least make it so Ezra can't just be killed over time by his condition...something that cost Levana most of her own remaining years, and it's only because of Tabbris' tenacity, as well as her connection to Baphomet that has allowed her to live this long afterwards...though it's not an indefinite thing. Ezra, however, isn't aware of this, and would be devastated if he were to know about it.

Whenever any new potential cures for the curse are created, Ezra is always the first to volunteer to take part in testing it...even if there have been plenty of times that this has caused irreversible side effects for him. Luckily, no such thing has happened in his current lifetime, and the cures found are mostly just ineffective.

In part because of the training he's done, if Ezra's curse rears its head, it's usually a very sudden thing, and there aren't many good indicators that are given before he's...yknow. Leaping across the room to try to bite into someone. Which isn't great. The few indicators he usually gives beforehand though, are things like staring at vital spots on whoever is talking to him, and not really seeming to hear much that's being said to him. Another is that his breathing will be slightly more labored. And the last is similar to the first, in that he'll seem to be completely zoned out and still, staring off into space. None of them last very long before he suddenly starts to lose control, though, so he should either be fed really fast, the area should be cleared, or he should be confined somehow.

[gollumsmygel]

yep i just solidified my thoughts on my new OC HAHAHA

since I watched KNB, i thought hmmmmmm i want an OC for this one (like i do with every single anime I watch).

this sounds so dumb but the only reason I thought of giving my oc orange hair is because none of the GOM + Kagami and Kuroko have orange hair 😭 I didn't want to go black bc my Naruto and MHA ocs have black hair 🤦🏻‍♀️ also wouldn't it fit since technically they're a rainbow now ✌🏻😗

she doesnt have a name YET. i haven't really gotten around her personality yet, very incomplete still. however i imagined her to be less gentle and a bit feisty when provoked. she's the usually quiet friend that speaks with a loud as fuck voice with shit leadership skills. and since every member of GOM has something special and I don't want to ripoff Riko's special eyes, i thought hmmmmm oc should have really good senses (touch, smell, sight, sound, and taste) . not essentially related to basketball but she uses it to check out players and other things (especially with food).

her backstory would be she joined the Teiko basketball team on a whim. she's as good as any average female basketball player her age after playing it for two years and ended up managing the 3rd string (considering she's better than some of them *cough* Kuroko *cough*)

somehow both her and Kuroko climbed up the ranks together where she's officially promoted to provide assistance to Momoi but she mostly hangs around the 3rd string and interacts only with Momoi and Kuroko.

She had a crush on Kise but her feelings immediately evaporated when he kinda looked down on her mostly for her choice of caring for the 3rd and 2nd string. she didn't really care if he adds "cchi" to her name but no one is allowed to insult her.

has huge respect for Midorima, felt bad for Kuroko and Momoi because they ended up dealing with bullies, also thinks Aomine and Murasakibara's actions during their last year at Teiko is none of her business.

she also purposely disobeys Akashi after he's changed. nobody knows why she does it, not even herself.

enrolled to Seirin just because her parents wanted her to. luckily she's neighbors with Kuroko so they go home together -which she uses to tease Momoi when they see each other again.

some of her talents include: cooking eggs. she thinks she cooks eggs the best. hard boiled, soft boiled, fried (over easy, sunnyside, omelette) you name it, she can cook it as long as it's egg.

not blinking for approximately 5 minutes but only when she's completely focused

[survey--s]

587.

How often do you have to shave? I mean, I don't "have" to shave but I do most days as I prefer it.

Ever sleep at work? I mean, part of my job involves overnights at people's houses, so technically yes lol. And I get paid for it.

Ever go ghost hunting? Nah.

What are your views on abortion? Pro-choice.

What’s the longest you have gone without seeing your reflection? Probably not longer than a few hours.

Do you own a pair of Uggs? Not anymore. The last pair I bought fell apart after a year or so and I never bothered to replace them.

Color of your toenails? Purple.

If you had to live somewhere else in the country you already live in, where would you go? I'd probably go back to Suffolk but to the coast.

Have you ever watched MuchMusic? I have absolutely no idea what you're referring to, so I'm going to say no.

Do you still buy CDs? No.

Did you collect Beanie Babies, or buy them to play with? I used to collect them. I had about a hundred at one point.

Do you have any family in the military? A cousin I don’t think I’ve ever even met. <-- ha same.

Can you talk to your mother about most things? I can but I wouldn't. I'm quite a private person in that respect.

Would you ever home school your children? If it was best for the children, sure. I don't think mainstream education suits everyone.

Are you afraid of change? Weirdly big changes don't bother me, but small insignificant changes really freak me out hahah.

Do you have any plans this week? Just work, and then Friday is my last day before I break up for two weeks.

Does your dad barbecue a lot? I'm pretty sure my dad has never used a BBQ.

Have you been to the capital of your country? Yeah, loads of times, though the last time I went was about eight years ago. I like London to visit but it's so busy and loud.

Is alcohol a common thing in your family? In my extended family, yeah. Both my dad's parents were alcoholics and it plays a big part in people's socialising. My dad doesn't drink though and neither do I really.

Do you use your cell phone on a regular basis? Yes.

Are you dreading winter? No, I don't mind winter.

Did the summer fly by? It has so far but it's not been much of a summer, really.

Do any of your childhood friends live in other parts of the country? Sure, we live all over the place now.

Who’s your favourite character from one of your favourite books? Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

What are some of your interests? Photography, animals, horse-riding, true crime/psychology, the internet, music, surveys.

How mad would you be if someone copied your original work (story, poem)? I mean, it depends on the circumstances.

Have you ever blown something up in science class? Sure, on purpose.

Have you ever cooked in something weird because all the dishes were dirty? No.

Which is more annoying on the phone: echoes or silence? Echoes.

Do you cause drama wherever you go? No - I do what I can to avoid drama lol.

Have you ever gotten a serious wound from shaving? No, luckily not.

If you couldn’t get delivery, would you eat pizza half as much? I never really order pizza - maybe once or twice a year? Mostly I just get the supermarket ones as they're so much cheaper.

Did the seniors at your high school pull a prank at the end of the year? Yeah, that was a "thing" until they smashed up a fridge and got themselves suspended. We weren't allowed to do it at after that lol.

Does humor get you through the day? No, but it definitely helps.

Do you remember faces or names better? Names.

Would you rather be a contestant on Wheel of Fortune or the Price is Right? I've never seen either show so I have no idea.

What was the topic of the last spam e-mail you received? I can't remember.

Choose one: death by shark or death by elephant? Hmm, elephant I think.

Have you ever lied about having an infectious disease for your own benefit? Hahah sure, like a cold to get out of work or whatever.

Is there a selection of reading material near your toilet? No.

Have you ever dropped the phone after picking it up? Sure.

If you realized you were blind, what is the first thing you’d feel? Panic and fear.

Has anyone ever given you birthday spankings? I never realised that was a thing in real life.

Use a word/phrase here to describe an inside joke between you and a friend: Linguine.

Have you invented anything, only to find out it actually exists? Nope.

Ever realize you never truly LOVED your first love? No, I did love him.

Do you floss your teeth? No. The idea makes me want to be sick lol.

What is on the nearest picture on the wall in the room you’re in? It's a digital print of Archie that my dad got made for my birthday a few years ago.

What did your last fortune cookie say? They're not really a thing here.

What has been raining on your parade lately? Nothing.

Name something that makes you squeamish: My own blood. I'm fine with other people's though.

Have you ever been in a parade? Yeah, in primary school.

Describe the last video you watched online. It's just a re-run of Two and a Half Men.

[heliads]

hey babes!!! Ive been LOOVING your minho fics a lot since im back in my tmr phase 😘 if you still write for maze runner, could you do a minho x f!reader where theyre both runners and they have this kind of unspoken rivalry between each other and one day they arrive late to the maze’s gates, and theyre about to close when the reader manages to push minho to the gates so that he escapes but the reader doesnt?? and like the next day he sees the reader run to the gates when they open and he like finally admits his feelings for them? im so sorry if this was too specific!! 😘😘😘😘

anon i love this. anything for minho

masterlist

Minho is causing problems. Again.

It’s not even that bad this time. He’s bored, that’s what this really boils down to, he’s bored as hell and there’s nothing left to do in this place until sunrise tomorrow. He likes being a Runner, he’s not sure what he could possibly do that would feel half as right as this, but once he comes out of the Maze for the afternoon, he’s left with nothing to do at all.

Technically, that isn’t true. He could definitely go help one of his friends with their daily chores, but let’s be real, that was never an option. When you chip in one too many times, people start expecting that you’ll be there every time, and Minho doesn’t want to have another reason to let the Gladers down, so he stays by himself.

Right now, he’s by himself in the Map Room, the product of finishing the day’s run early yet again. Minho has already recorded all the twists and turns of today’s venture through the Maze, and his partner, Ben, is long gone. 

The guy probably found an empty corner of the Glade and disappeared for a nap, where he can emerge hours later, shaking his head like he’s forgotten where he is. Minho is deeply envious of his friend’s ability to sleep so easily. There are few things he wouldn’t do for a good night’s rest for once.

Ben’s absence also means that Minho is completely unsupervised, which should be a red flag to anyone else. Luckily, no one has noticed yet, which means that Minho has time to set up the perfect prank. It’s fantastic, and no one will have any idea it was him. 

A voice from behind Minho makes him startle. Looks like he isn’t the criminal mastermind he thought he was.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?”

Minho turns around slowly to face Newt, another one of his good friends. The blond second in command has his arms folded across his chest, the picture of weary disappointment.

Minho grins as innocently as he can. “What? Nothing. Just another day in the Map Room, you know. As a Runner, I can do whatever I want in here, and–”

Newt cuts him off irritably. “You mean that you’re not trying to hide all the writing supplies so Y/N can’t find them?”

Minho glances conspicuously at the door to the Map Room supply closet, which refuses to close. That might be because he’s stuffed every box he can find in there, but who knows, really?

“Oh, this? That’s just, uh, some spring cleaning. It gets really dusty in here, have you ever noticed that?”

Newt rolls his eyes. “Can I ask what Y/N’s done to deserve this, at least?”

Minho chuckles. “Nothing in particular, but you know that. Listen, this is going to be fantastic. The second she opens the door tomorrow afternoon, every box on this side of the Glade is going to come sliding out like a supply avalanche. It’ll be hilarious.”

Newt groans. “You do realize that being Keeper of the Runners means that you’re actually supposed to be responsible, right? Not doing whatever this is?”

Newt gestures vaguely at the pile of stuff behind Minho. He’s not wrong, obviously, Minho knows that he’s just being a slinthead, but at least doing ‘whatever this is’ keeps him distracted. 

Already, though, the thrill of doing something wrong is wearing away, leaving him twitchy and prickly with guilt. His stomach feels hot, like he’s some kid who’s gotten caught trying to skip school. If he knew what school was like, that is. Regardless, it’s probably better than here.

Minho sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You can skip the lecture, I already know it’s dumb. Just need to do something, I guess. At least this’ll make someone laugh.”

Newt arches a brow, although he’s starting to smile. “Yeah, you and me. Not Y/N so much, though. Really, why is it that you two are at each other’s throats all the time? I would have thought that you’d get along.”

Minho steps away from the supply closet at last, leaning up against a nearby wall. “We do most of the time, it’s just more fun to squabble. We try to see who finishes their daily run faster, who’s more accurate, that sort of thing. Fills the time, I guess.”

Newt shrugs. “Whatever keeps you two on track. Just make sure that your cascade of boxes doesn’t mess up any of the maps, or you’ll have to do some spring cleaning there, too.”

Minho shudders. “Trust me, I didn’t touch the maps. I’m not completely out of my mind.”

Newt smirks. “Only a little bit, then?”

Minho chuckles at last. “Only a little bit.”

He leaves the Map Room soon after that, Newt having done his job of convincing Minho not to start anything else. The rest of the day passes in a blur, as it always does; the Gladers stick with their respective jobs, the sun is hot, the night is cool. The Doors slide shut and everyone pretends it isn’t completely terrifying to be stuck in here week after week. The last Greenie day was far enough away that the newest arrival has stopped crying at last. It’s frustratingly repetitive, but at least they aren’t dead. That’s all Minho has going for him at the moment.

Minho rises at dawn like usual, but this time Newt does too. Minho shoots his friend a questioning glance, especially when the second in command gestures for Y/N and Minho to follow him a few paces away.

Newt speaks at first, voice low to make sure he doesn’t wake up the rest of the Gladers. “I need you two to run together today. The next section we need keeps getting switched up by other Runners, and you two are the best we’ve got. Alby figures that if both of you run together, you’re less likely to mess up.”

Minho shoots a suspicious glance at Y/N, but she seems fine with it, so he nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “We’ll see you this afternoon. If we get everything right, can we get a day off?”

Newt laughs. “Not a chance. Get running, you useless shanks.”

Minho grins and heads towards the Doors, Y/N at his side. She looks at him just before they enter the Maze, expression somewhat bemused.

“I don’t think I’ve actually run with you in forever. Scared you won’t be able to keep up?” She says, grinning so brightly Minho thinks she might be able to outshine the sun.

If Minho had any misgivings about why today’s section is so difficult to run that he’d need to go with Y/N, they’re banished by the sound of his own surprised laugh.

“Not a chance. I’d be worried about you, though. I’m rumored to be the fastest guy around.”

Y/N laughs too, and they take off into the twisting stone corridors. As they pass tangles of ivy and progress further into the Maze, Minho finds himself secretly grateful that he’s here with Y/N. At least now he can deflect his own paranoia by making jokes, although he’d never admit that to her face.

Truth be told, the longer the day wears on, the more thankful he is for Y/N’s presence. Their ever present rivalry lets him hide behind a familiar shield of sharp tongues and false criticisms, their painted veneers thick as ever. He’s never said a word that wasn’t a lie. He’s never been more true in his life, but man, who even knows that when you’ve been forced to forget all but the last year?

Even beyond his favored coping mechanism, Minho still feels himself getting nervous when they reach their halfway point far past noon. They should have had their lunch break here about an hour earlier, they should have turned back by now. It’s not that the road is difficult, it’s that it’s impossible. The creators of this godless Maze have a new hitter with this section, it’s somehow different from every other segment Minho has run.

He’s used to thinking that he owns the place like he runs it, that he could find his way inside and out, blindfolded, in the dead of night. Today is making Minho doubt himself like he never has before. When at last they reach the turning back point, Y/N and Minho lock eyes and decide not to eat their lunch. There’s no time for a break, not when they’re so late already. He pushes aside the dull ache in his stomach and keeps going.

It’s harder and harder to keep his spirits up. Even though he’s already been down most of the section this morning, it’s no easier to find his way back. His already existing stress just builds and builds until Minho second guesses himself at every turn. Y/N’s no better, he can tell that, but at least the two of them are halfway decent at doing this together. They can keep each other in check long enough to make it out, Minho is certain of it. Or, he’d like to be certain of it. He’s not sure what he believes in anymore, nothing really matters in this face of the Maze.

Truth be told, he’s getting really worried. The sky is darkening at a far too rapid rate, and although Minho would like nothing more than to thrust his hands up and beg the time to stop long enough for them to just get out, it’s far too late in the afternoon. They should have been out of the Maze for at least half an hour by now, yet they’re still running. It’s not good, to say the least.

At last, they make the final turn and spot the Doors up ahead. Minho glances towards Y/N, sparing enough time to flash her a quick grin before picking up his pace even despite his screaming lungs and legs. They’ve barely turned the corner, though, when the ground starts shaking beneath his feet.

It takes Minho a couple of moments to realize what’s going on, why it sounds like thunder even without a drop of rain. He should know this sound from hearing it twice per day, yet for some reason being on this side of the Maze when the Doors start to close makes it completely, utterly foreign.

That’s what’s happening, after all, the Doors are closing and Minho is about to be locked out. His breath surges in his chest, absolutely terrified. He can’t be dying now, not after everything. He sprints with everything he has, Y/N right beside him. They have to get out, but they can’t. They’re too far away.

Still, he tries. They both do. The gap is already shrinking, just out of reach. Minho’s steps start to slow for just a second as he realizes that this is impossible, that there’s no way he can actually make it in time. Just before the Doors shut fully, though, something slams into him from behind and he’s pushed through.

A half second later, Minho is standing on the other side of the Doors. He doesn’t know how it happened until he turns back and sees Y/N still in the Maze, and then he knows. She must have shoved him through just in time, but she won’t make it now. Minho has just enough time to lock eyes with her before the Doors slam together, and then she’s gone, gone forever.

Minho stalks towards the Doors as if expecting them to open again, but there’s nothing, no movement from the solid stone. He raises a hand to them tentatively, then slams his fist into the Doors, again and again until it comes back bloody. There’s a hand on his arm, Newt maybe, trying to guide him away, but Minho shakes him loose as if the boy were a fly. 

Minho shouts until his voice is hoarse, begging for any sign that Y/N is somewhere on the other side, but his screams go unanswered. At last, he’s exhausted, and barely manages to drag himself to the Map Room. He has to get this down so Y/N’s sacrifice won’t be in vain.

He walks into the Map Room and stares at the model in the middle of the room, scarcely able to concentrate long enough to register that he’s in the right place. Minho reaches for the door to the supply closet to grab a pencil and paper, and stares uncomprehendingly as stacks of boxes slide out at him, puddling around his feet like a cardboard sea.

It hits him then, that this was his doing, his supposed prank on Y/N from yesterday. It feels like he set it up centuries ago, and the weight of everything he’s just lost comes crashing back down on his shoulders. Minho slumps to the ground, sitting in the mess he’s made. He can’t believe that Y/N would do that, save him when it meant damning herself. 

Truth be told, he’s not sure if he would have made the same choice as easily as her. When it comes down to it, would Minho have saved Y/N, or would he have been content that at least he wouldn’t have died alone? Would he have even realized that was a possibility in the first place? He’d like to say that he would have done it every time, but he won’t know for sure until he’s in a position like that again.

Everyone is treading carefully around Minho, he can see that. The second he sits down at a table to pretend to eat his dinner, everyone either flashes him brief sympathetic glances or just looks away completely, as if by not meeting his gaze they won’t have to deal with what just happened.

Minho kind of wants to do something to force them to think about it, like clamber up onto a table and start shouting about how they’re all being useless shanks by sitting around and pretending nothing ever happened. It’s not like any of them could possibly do anything, not really, but at least he’d feel better than this constant guiltiness.

He can’t sleep at all that night, too caught up in the fact that Y/N is out there somewhere, absolutely terrified, if she hasn’t already died. That, too, is almost unmentionable. What will he do if he’s out running the next day and finds her, broken and bloody, no longer able to laugh with him or even draw a single breath? It might kill him too.

The sky brightens eventually, although Minho has yet to be convinced that the day has actually begun. Maybe it’s just one endless night forever, again and again until there is no end to any of this. Minho sees a couple of Gladers starting to get up and stares at them, confused, until he realizes that they’re Runners, which means that he has to get up too.

That’s the worst part about all of this, how he’s expected to go about his day and head into the Maze once more as if he didn’t just lose Y/N. He doesn’t know if he can do this. Frypan asks if he wants to sit the day out, but Minho’s already up, so he just shrugs and says that he has nothing else to do. It’s true, but not a good excuse, and both boys know it.

Minho finds himself standing outside the Doors with a small crowd of Gladers. Most of the others are still asleep, having assumed that today will play out the way every other day does, in which those who stay in the Maze overnight will be dead. That’s the way it’s always been, but Minho still finds himself silently praying that Y/N might be the exception.

Newt walks over to Minho just before the time comes. “You going to be alright?”

Minho lifts a shoulder, voice dull. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

A rumbling sound emanates throughout the Glade, and Minho turns his fragmented attention back towards the Doors. Despite the odds, he still feels his spirits fall when he notices that nobody is there waiting for him. He didn’t realize how much hope he was still holding out that Y/N would survive until he’s faced with this empty corridor.

Minho stands there a moment longer, just staring and watching his very soul bleed away from him, and then he sees it. A flicker of movement, just at the end of the hallway stretching out before him. Minho doesn’t know for certain until he’s already moving, and then he’s running as fast as he can towards Y/N.

Y/N, who is by some miracle still alive, who’s limping towards him around the corner. Minho runs faster than he ever has before until he’s before her. He wraps his arms around her before he knows what he’s doing, pulling her so close that they might become one and the same. His eyes flicker shut, at last dropping off the last bit of his stress.

“You’re alright,” he says, barely able to manage the syllables.

“Mostly,” Y/N mumbles against his shoulder. He holds her closer anyway.

At last, Minho reluctantly lets her go, immediately starting to scan her for injuries. Her ankle looks bad, maybe twisted, but other than a few scrapes and gashes on her arms, she’s mostly unharmed. It’s a miracle.

Y/N arches a brow as if she can tell what he’s thinking. “Surprised to see me?”

Minho laughs quietly. “Something like that. Mainly relieved that you made it out.”

She smirks. “Of course I made it out. Did you really think I’d ever let you stay the fastest Runner forever?”

“Not a chance,” Minho breathes, “I need you more than anyone else here.” 

Her smile widens into something genuine. She’s not gone, he’s alright. Nothing could ever be better.

maze runner tag list: @rogueanschel, @ellobruv, @retvenkos, @neewtmas, @hiya-its-amber, @thatfangirl42, @gods-fools-heroes

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”