#my messed up tooth telling me fuck you one last time

[hollenka99]

Having a flare up that is lasting far longer than it usually does while also knowing I'm going to have a procedure soon is basically a case of going

I just have to make it to Thursday

I just have to make it to Thursday

I just have to make it to Thursday

[formulawolff]

"my hero" - m.v.

pairing: social worker!reader x max verstappen

word count: idek tbh (i’m posting this on my lunch break hehe)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, max in bf mode, long distance couple, cursing here and there, mentions of mental health, mentions of mental health disorders, mentions of physical health, yada, yada, yada

a/n: i know i said i was working on requests but this idea would not leave my brain all day. i couldn't stop thinking about it so i had to write it. (it's def a little self-indulgent) i hope y'all enjoy!

"ah! there you are. i can see you now!""

a giggle bubbles up in your throat, your lips forming a wide smile, "hi baby, how are you?"

he shrugs, the image distorted for about a millisecond. he comes into frame once again, slightly pixelated. however, you can make out the sleepy grin plastered across his face, and the twinkle in his eye as he looks into the camera.

max verstappen, three time world driver’s champion, is on facetime with you, donned in nothing but a black cotton tee and his boxers. you can tell from the background that he’s in his motorhome, settled in his room.

his hair is a disheveled mess, sticking up haphazardly. he more than likely just got out of the shower, as the fabric of the tee clung to his toned frame. underneath his eyes were two faint circles, the skin slightly puffy.

yet, here he was, calling you at god knew what hour just to hear the sound of your voice.

"tired. very fucking tired."

"i can imagine so," you nod, typing along at your laptop, "what time is it there?"

he hums, leaning over his phone, "it's about eleven thirty?"

"max!" your eyes widen, "you need to get some sleep. it's qualifying tomorrow!"

"and?" he counters, arching a brow, "i wanted to hear how your day went. from your messages, it seemed like it was quite eventful."

"i'm just wrapping up my notes now," you exhale, your shoulders slumping slightly, "it was a long day."

"i can imagine my baby," he coos, settling underneath the covers, "tell me all about it."

"i can assure you being a case worker is not nearly as riveting as a formula one driver," you snort, shaking your head, "you go first."

"nope," he was not budging, his attention still fixated solely on you, "tell me about your day, and then i'll share about mine. it's only fair."

"well," you wrinkle your nose, glancing over the open document on your laptop screen, "my day started with one of my clients experiencing a small crisis. she was without food so she called me, asking if i could take her to the nearest pantry. while i was with her, another client of mine called asking if i could transport him to his appointment.

i probably could have, but he reached out to me only fifteen minutes before his appointment time. i received my new staffing form today. i have a couple of clients who are in need of housing so i had to make some calls to some local agencies."

"and how did that go?" you can't help but feel heat flourishing into your cheeks at the intrigue laced in his tone, "were you able to make some progress?"

"not really," you inhale sharply, "housing is really difficult to find right now. it's sort of like when your tires are giving out, but you need them to last a few more laps. you have to remain hopeful so that you can keep pushing."

“i like that analogy,” he fights a yawn, but continues regardless, “that’s a good one. i’m going to use that.”

“as long as you credit me,” you muse, clicking your mousepad as you finalize your note, “how was practice today?”

“so-so,” he chirps, “i missed you a lot today. thought about you nearly every second of the practice session. you’re flying out next week, right?”

you nod, shutting your laptop, “yes. i’ll be leaving wednesday evening and catching a late flight. hopefully when i land, there will be this insanely handsome dutch man waiting for me.”

“is that right?” max’s dimples appear, causing your heart to skip a beat, “i’m hoping that my good luck charm arrives safe and sound. i can’t wait to see her.”

“counting down the minutes are we?”

“you have no idea,” carefully, he plucks his phone from his makeshift stand, bringing you closer into the bed with him, “will you stay on till i fall asleep?”

at his request, there’s a tug at your heart. fuck, if only you were with him. then he would have been able to lay on you until he dozed off. his head would have been snuggled into uour collabone, your hands tangled in his hair, playing with it as his chest steadily rose and fell.

if only you were there. if only you were an influencer or a model. if only you could take work with you, dropping everything to fly all over the world. if only you weren’t separated by time zones, where you had to carefully coordinate facetime calls.

if only you weren’t long distance, then maybe you wouldn’t feel like this.

if only.

“hey,” max’s voice is merely a whisper, “are you okay?”

your lower lip trembles, tears welling up, threatening to spill over. there’s a choking sound, as you attempt to suppress a sob.

yet, it was too late. they were streaming down your cheeks now, your hands instinctively shielding your face.

“baby,” max murmurs, “what’s going on?”

“this shit sucks,” you shake your head, the words strained, “i hate that i’m not with you right now. i hate that we’re long distance. i hate that i have to stay here and—“

“but your clients need you,” his tone is delicate, “you’re the one person they can count on when everything else is going to shit. they need you like i need you. i can tell you had a long day baby, but i’m here. i’m here for you, no matter what.”

“i-i love you,” you manage to sputter out, wiping your cheeks, “i love you, max.”

“and i love you more than you’ll ever know,” in the frame, a pillow is held against his chest, “i’m even cuddling this pillow right now pretending that it’s you.”

“i can’t believe you fell in love with some plain girl from the states,” you sigh, resting your head against the couch cushion, “out of everyone in the world, you happened to fall in love with me.”

“you’re not just any girl from the states,” for a moment, you’re shocked at the firmness in his tone, “you’re my girl. it takes someone special to do what you do. you’re my hero baby. i aspire to be as strong as you.”

“i love you,” the corners of your lips curl into a quaint smile, “am i really your hero?”

“of course,” it doesn’t even take him a second to respond, “like i said, you’re the strongest person i know. you inspire me.”

“i can’t wait to see you,” you murmur, taking note of the way his eyes were drooping, “i’ll stay on till you sleep, my love. it seems like you need it.”

“hey,” one eye opens, barely a slit, “i know this shit sucks right now, but we’ll make it. okay? one day you’ll get to come home to me and tell me all about your day rather than calling. it’ll be worth it. i promise.”

“i hope so. i love you, maxie. sleep well, my love. i’ll be there before you know it.”

“try to have a good evening,” you could barely make out the statement, as he was beginning to doze off, “just end the call when i’m asleep. i’ll message you in the morning.”

“i’ll be here,” opening your laptop, you prop it against the screen, “goodnight, maxie.”

“night, night, baby.”

as sleep takes a hold of the dutch driver, you remain on the call, opening youtube. cautiously, you click on one of your favorite videos. it’s a montage of all of max’s wins, starting from the 2016 spanish grand prix.

the video begins to play, the volume carefully adjusted so that it doesn’t wake him.

as your gaze shifts to your phone once again, you can’t help but hear his words ringing in your ears.

one day this would all be worth it.

and one day, max verstappen would be able to be with his hero.

every single day for the rest of his life.

[first-edition]

Can I pleeeeease 🙏 have a Duncan Vizla smut where he has a huge breeding kink and reader has a choking kink. So he's choking her while "breeding" her, and she completely blissed out when she orgasms. So she's like fucked dumb and Duncan gets worried. So he gives tooth rotting aftercare.

Your Wish is my command oh kind soul.

Chocking, pin v- unprotected, fem readerserious after care teehee

“elsker” danish word for love

SMUT SMUT SMUT AND NOTHING BUT! Minors do not fucking read this i will sue you

The way Duncan devours you. Every inch ever minute detail of your body. His grunts in your ear as he fucks your life away only making you clench around his cock tighter.

How did you get here? You dont even remember not with your lover shoved in between your thighs and fucking the lights outta your head. The last thing you do rembering is his hands on yours in the kitchen. Now your half way off you bed as he rails you into the mattress.

Your breasts voice as he thrusts himself up into you. Each conflict forcing a pornographic moan out of your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as he grips your thighs, one leg strung over his shoulder the other wrapped around his waist keeping him close to you. You were long passed gripping onto him now you gripped the pillow under you head screaming both out and into the plush material that keeps you from banging your skull against the headboard.

“F-fu-u.. d-Duncan.. ah!” You moan out dribbling words barely being able to form half of one. Your pulsing puffy pussy dripping from his and your shared cum. The amount of stamina this man has for you is otherworldly. Most people down in town always give you looks from the age gap between you and your man. Wondering the most private things about you too.

‘How long would he last with you?’

‘How does he get it up?’

If only they could see you both right now you would answer those questions with out even speaking.

You scream out toes curling as you experience another orgasam a number you lost count of so many ago. Duncan grunts as you grip you walls around him only prompting him to fuck you harder, faster, better. If better is even possible. Every time you have sex he fucks you like he’s missing something trying to save a peice of you for later every time, like the pie he orders in the diner almost every night.

His hand wraps around your neck not to kill you like he would a job, but to satisfy you more.

“Ahh f-fuu” you trail off mouth opening agape as the pure over stimulation causing your legs to shake.

“Fuck yeah.” He speaks. Duncan isn’t usually one for verbalizing his pleausre but when it comes to letting him raw dog you until youre a babbling mess he will not shut up.

“Im gonna fill this tight little pussy, you want that? You want me to budge the fuck outta you- argh.” He moans out holding your neck.

“Ngh…y-ye..yesss. Ah- ah- Ngh-“ your fucked out words barley make it passed your bitten lips.

“Fuck cum again, elsker.” When he changes to his native language, danish. You know you’ve got him pussy whipped. He goes on and on in Danish and several neighbor languages about how much he wants to fill you. Make you swollen with his. Put many babies inside you and have you waddle around the town so then everyone knows what hes capable of.

Your eyes cross up ward tounge handing out as he continues to annihilate your cunt. Perfectly fucked into another realm and just wanting for more. Your legs seize up when his thumb presses to your clit circling and flicking. It dosnt take long for the stimulation to take effect and a gush of arousal spews from your cunt making you babble out his name and other profanities associated with the pleasures he’s causing you.

“Fuck! Yes baby! Make a mess.” He groans as he forces his hips flush with yours. The head of his cock pushing against your cervix and possibly even deeper as he releases his last load, of what he can tell you can bare, into your cunt.

He lets go of your throat after a few more rough thrusts and kisses your face and jaw. Gazing his lips over your neck the marks for the hickies he left previously.

Your legs shake and you light twitch as the pur and utter sensitivity between your things courses through you. Duncan carefully pulls out of you making sure to be carful of your state.

“So fucking full my love.” He chuckles gathering the dripping cum and shoving it back. Into you with his fingers.

“You alright elsker?” He asks lovingly as he pulls his fingers out and looks to you. You dont answer as you feel numb your vision clouded with tears and little silver sparks flying through your eyes.

“Y/n? My love?” He asks again you dont reply once more only to smile and lick your lips.

“Shit..” Duncan moves up to your face cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“elsker, answer me.” He demands you giggle lightly eyes wandering.

He curses to him self out of relief and worry before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He turns the water on waiting for it to heat up. He quickly cleans himself off before dousing a wash cloth in the hot water and then taking it back to you once rung out a bit.

“Can i clean you up?” He asks leaning over you to look you in the face. You nod slightly.

“Good. You coming back to me then?” He chuckles. He runs the cloth down your body to your thighs clean the inner then moving back to your crotch being carful to softly clean you up as he knows just how sensitive you are at the current moment.

When hes done he places the cloth on the side table and slips on his boxers. He picks you up carefully and walks you both to the guest bedroom so he can take the sheets off your bed to clean later.

“Duncan.” You ask him as he carefully sets you onto the bed.

“There she is..fucked you too hard huh?” He asks you shake your head. You hold out your arms for his wrapping them around his neck before you both share a kiss the same undertone that got you in the pervious situation. He places his knee on the bed unaware that it’s between your leg causing his lower thigh to brush against your core.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you pull back erking at the sensation. You curl up closing your legs an closing your eyes the sensitivity slowly disaperating from your nerves.

“Sorry.” He says. You shake your head signally it’s okay, not nessisarly his fault, it is.

“I’ll draw you a bath.” He says. Duncan get up and goes to the bathroom in the guest room and begins to fill up the tub once more waiting for the water to heat up. Once full he exits and goes back to you. Your nude frame sitting on the bed perfect to his veiw but he knows if he were to be tempted by your beauty once more you’d kill him.

“Come on.” He says helping you up. Your legs give out from under you only prompting him to easily pick you up in his arms and carry you the rest of the way.

He sets you gentally in the bath water exactly how you like it showering you in kisses and words of affirmation. He sits on the tiled floor running another cloth over your shoulders helping you.

Once done he helps you dry and dress before quickly leaving you to take a short shower dry and dress himself. He joins you in bed and pulls you close to him speaking to you about how much he loves you and how good you were for him. You eventually fall asleep holding him back. He watches you for a moment before sleep take him over as well.

I hope you liked this. Duncan vizla is daddy and will be the father of my children!! I swear to god. If anyone has any more requests feel free to leave them in the comment section or send a message like this one. I’ll write pretty much anything but i do have my boundaries.

[squiddy-god]

jjk men as dads

Re uploaded from terminated blog squid-god-supreme, this is something that I wrote a while ago that I'm re uploading, so I can't promise how good the characterization, and this is gonna be its probably very Ooc, but I don't give a fuck.

CW : implied fem reader, implied previous pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff, probably ooc, happy magical no gege Au lmao. Gojo, geto, nanami, choso

Gojo: 

Chaotic dad 101

Gojo is the embodiment of dad joke energy, he physically cannot stop himself from making those jokes 

Gojo is a fun dad! He likes to teach his kid things 

I can 100% see him teaching his kid to ride a bike 

So imagine this lanky beanpole running after/jogging behind your child as they wobbly ride a bike for the first time

🥺 adorable

Will do your kids hair and will be shockingly good at it

Don't be surprised if you come home and gojo is having a bubble bath and making a mess with your kid

Probably- no I know for a fact this man would have those fun bath paints you put on tile walls 

I don't take criticism

Your child will always have cute outfits that are a matching set (tell me I'm wrong) 

Gojo puts in considerable effort in making your baby/child the cutest

LOVES LOVES LOVES to play peek-a-boo and here those cute tiny baby giggles

Nanami:

HEAD EMPTY JUST NANAMI WAKING UP TO GENTLY ROCK THE BABY BACK TO SLEEP IN HIS ARMS 

Please I cannot function with this thought-

Hhhhhhnnngggggg just imagine walking into the room and there's nanami, baby in his arms, gently swaying with them akanskwsb

He's very extra gentle with the baby 

I have a very specific image of nanami sitting in a chair, baby in his lap while he reads the morning paper 

Gets mushy when he sees you hold the baby and thinks it's just a perfect sight

a protective dad but not overbearing

Let gojo (reluctantly) baby sit one time and it was the last- 😀 the mess smh

I want to see nanami with a little todler teaching them how to dance

Like imagine them standing on his feet while he dances with them i-

I am ascending

Geto: 

When I say if gladly have this man's kids- alwbeiebwiwbeiwbe 🤡

Carries your kid around a lot, like it's a common sight to see him walking around with his kid in his arms

Lots of piggybacks

Cooks cute breakfasts and the child has a matching apron 

Would sing to them but like in a baby voice  and it's really cute 

Dose the thing where you toss your kid a little and catch them 

So happy when they take their first steps (100% got it on video) 

Would always let them win at hide and seek and loves to see them get excited that they found him 

Isn't above pranking you with silly things

Has a picture of them and you on him at all times 

"That's my kid 😊" proud dad™ energy

Choso:

Vvvv protective and loving 

They're just so small and fragile 🥺

Will read them story's even before they can understand because he loves any and all time spent with them 

Really likes to read them picture books while they sit on his lap 

When they are a baby he will hold his hand against theirs and melt because they tiny 

Wholesome boy

Low key (read high key) a big softie 

You, him, and your child in one big ✨snuggle ✨ is his ideal time

Intimidating dad- has a tendency to loom if he senses a threat 

Very sweet and knows the names of all your kids stuffed animals

Choso is a good dad and loves his small family so very much

[slaymitchabernathy]

Giggles

The waiting room at the dentist is eerily quiet.

Coriolanus bounces his leg up and down while flipping through a random magazine, anything to keep his mind distracted.

He keeps looking up at the door, the door that leads to where the love of his life is.

She hasn’t come out yet.

He accidentally makes eye contact with a four-year-old who seems to be missing their two front teeth. He looks back down at the magazine, noting how similar Soarynn looks to one of the models who’s showing off a new perfume scent.

The door opens and he’s desperately hoping it’s her.

It’s not.

It’s some older woman, who flashes him a toothless smile. He’s gotta get the fuck out of here.

He tosses the magazine back onto the coffee table in front of him, reading isn’t going to help distract him the way he hoped it would. He glances down at his watch, only ten more minutes have passed since he last checked the time.

The door opens again but he doesn’t even bother looking up. Until he hears it.

Her giggles.

Soarynn is a giggling mess as she stands in the doorway, clutching onto the handle because heaven knows she can’t stand on her own right now.

Coriolanus immediately rises from his seat, crossing the room in seconds to get to her.

“Coryo!” She shrieks, a big wide smile on her face.

The dental hygienist behind Soarynn gives him a knowing look, “We had to give her a bit of laughing gas. It’ll wear off in a couple of hours.”

Ah, well that explains the never-ending giggles coming from Soarynn who latches herself onto his arm, her knees nearly giving out from under him. Coriolanus is quick to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her upright.

“I see. And what about her…lack of mobility?” He asks, curious as to how long he’s going to be carrying Soarynn around. Not that he minds, he loves picking her up, tossing her around, and listening to her shriek with laughter.

The woman tilts her head, “I’d give it an hour. Try to get her something to eat and then have her rest for a few hours.” Easier said than done, he thinks to himself but he just nods, “Alright thank you.”

He already paid when they got here so all that’s left is getting Soarynn to the car.

It’s a slow walk to the exit and Soarynn is just a giggling mess, looking around at everything as if it’s her first time seeing it. “They gave me a shot,” she tells him, her words slightly slurred.

Coriolanus grins down at her, “They gave you much more than just a shot darling.”

Soarynn had to get a small dental procedure done, just a quick filling which she was livid about. She prided herself on her hygienic practices so to have her dentist discover a small flaw in her mouth was downright mortifying to her.

Coriolanus felt that everyone dealt with things like this but he was more than glad to accompany her to the appointment and wait for her to finish. "Mhm, they gave me a shot, and then my mouth started tingling." She opens her mouth wide to show him and Coriolanus is quick to press her mouth shut with two fingers under her chin, "You don't have to show me, darling, I believe you."

She looks like she doesn't believe him but they're already walking out of the exit.

Coriolanus comes to an abrupt stop when faced with the massive set of marble stairs they climbed up to reach the dentist on the second floor. Getting up was no problem but they won't be able to get back down without Soarynn breaking a tooth.

He swallows and looks around for something, for an elevator more specifically. He spots one across the hall but when he sees who's inside, his hopes drop. It's that toothless grandma, smiling at the two of them in a way that makes him want to take the stairs.

"Hold on darling," he says to Soarynn, effortlessly scooping her off the ground in seconds. Soarynn gasps and wraps her arms around his neck, kicking her feet in the air, "Coryo! It's like we're getting married."

He doesn't really see how the two relate to one another so just nods and begins conquering the stairs, "Where are you going?"

"We're going home, darling."

"I want to go shopping."

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, watching Soarynn's head loll back before she snaps it back up, the laughing gas clearly taking a toll on her, "Shopping? In your condition?" She glares up at him but only for a second before she breaks into another adorable grin, "Yes! Can we go shopping Coryo? Please, please, please can we go? It'll be quick!"

It's not quick when she's her normal sober self so Coriolanus doesn't even want to think about this Soarynn running around a department store. He shakes his head, "We can go tomorrow."

They finally reach the first floor and he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, slowly setting her back down on the ground. "Carry me," she whines, clinging onto him. She looks so cute right now, pouting while wanting to be taken care of. How could he say no to that sweet little face?

Besides, it might be easier if he just carried her out to the car. "Alright, hold onto me tightly okay?" She needn't be told twice, Soarynn hangs onto him for dear life, gasping when the cool air hits them as they step outside. "I wanna go for a car ride," she tells him, her hand resting on the nape of his neck, his favorite spot to be scratched.

Coriolanus swallows, "Well you're in luck because we're going for a car ride."

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus didn't know it was possible for Soarynn to giggle so much.

She giggled the entire car ride home, gasping at buildings she'd seen a thousand times, trying to stick her entire body out the car window, wanting to sit on his lap, and then immediately changing her mind.

She's crazily adorable right now.

"I want my pajamas," she says, flopping back onto the bed for the twelfth time since they got home. Coriolanus sighs, rubbing at his temples, "Well five seconds ago you were telling me how hungry you are, so which one is it, darling?"

Soarynn sits up, her hair tumbles down her back and she scrunches her nose, a telltale sign that she's thinking, "A snack," she decides.

Coriolanus doesn't quite trust her in their bedroom by herself, but it's a safer alternative than bringing her with him to the kitchen where there are knives. You can't accidentally stab someone with a pillow.

"Coryo?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm hungry."

"I know darling."

"Coryo?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I can't feel my mouth."

Coriolanus grins down at her while Soarynn breaks into another fit of giggles, rolling around on the bed like a little lunatic, "My mouth," she cries, flailing her arms and legs for dramatic effect, "I can't control it!"

Coriolanus chuckles, kneeling down to take off her shoes, "No, you certainly can't control your mouth right now," he agrees. She's been talking nonstop since they left the dentist's office, babbling about all sorts of nonsense. But he has to admit, it's rather adorable to listen to her truly speak her mind.

Soarynn's always been more introverted than him, more picky about what she says but apparently, all she needed was some medical-grade drugs to get her to loosen up.

"Now I want you to stay here okay? Don't try to put on your pajamas while I'm getting you a snack," he instructs, rising back to his full height and giving her a stern look.

Soarynn is still lying on their bed but she gives him a sloppy salute, a lazy grin on her face, "Yes sir!" Coriolanus rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he makes his way out of their bedroom and into the kitchen. She'll probably want something soft, not too difficult to chew.

Something brushes against his leg while he's rummaging through the cupboards and he almost jumps out of his skin before looking down at Petunia who blinks up at him. "You scared me," he says, only earning him a meow in reply, "and Soarynn is in our room, she's properly out of her mind too so prepare yourself for the giggles."

Petunia is darting out of the kitchen after hearing Soarynn's name which has to be her favorite word ever. Coriolanus still remembers bringing Petunia home as a gift for Soarynn, but nothing says: 'Sorry for always coming home late and leaving you here by yourself!' Then a cat with an outrageous attitude.

Still, those two grew to be thick as thieves and Petunia grew to be more and more of a nuisance in his everyday life. Eating his socks and costing him a pretty penny was at the top of his list of complaints about the cat who had to be rushed to the vet. Acting like she didn't have gourmet cat food.

Coriolanus finally decides on some ice cream, figuring it doesn't get much softer than this. Mint chocolate chip is her current favorite and he gives her two large scoops before heading back to their bedroom.

When he gets back he finds the room empty, the bed only occupied by Petunia.

He only worries for a brief moment before hearing Soarynn's giggles coming from their closet.

Looks like someone didn't wait to put on their pajamas.

Coriolanus shakes his head and sets the icecream down before walking into the bathroom, peering into their large closet where Soarynn is stumbling around, both legs shoved through one pant leg and her head stuck in her pajama shirt. She's hopeless right now but also very adorable.

"I thought you were going to wait for me," he says, resting a hand on her lower back to keep her from running into anything else, "looks like you lied."

Soarynn tries to pull her head through the neckhole of her shirt but fails, "Well I guess I'm a big fat liar." Coriolanus rolls his eyes and bends down to help her fix this disaster she's created. He starts with the shirt, gently tugging it off, "This has buttons on it darling, you've got to undo the buttons before putting it on," he explains, showing her so she can see.

Soarynn tilts her head, her eyebrows raising slightly, "Whoops."

Coriolanus nods, slipping the sleeves onto her arms, "Whoops indeed."

Soarynn looks up at him, a twinkle in her eyes and a mischievous smile on her lips, "Coryo?"

"Yes, darling?"

“I'm horny."

Coriolanus almost chokes on his own spit. "You're what?"

Soarynn huffs, shrugging the shirt he just put on off of her shoulders, watching it fall to the floor, "Hornyyy," she says, whine evident in her tone, "will you please make love to me?"

Coriolanus struggles to find the proper words to answer her question but Soarynn is just on a roll and reaches behind her back, unclipping her bra and baring her breasts to him, "See? I'm already naked. Now please make love to me Coryo."

She looks at him so expectantly as if he's supposed to grovel on his knees -which he would love to do- but he can't touch her when she's like this, out of her mind. Coriolanus shakes himself back into focus, tearing his eyes away from her perfect breasts, "I can't darling, you're not thinking clearly and I'd never forgive myself for taking advantage of you in this state."

Soarynn frowns, used to getting what she wants. "Please? Please, please, please, please, it'll be so quick!"

Coriolanus shakes his head, bending down to grab her shirt from the floor, "Like I said before, I can't darling. Maybe tonight when you're not high off of laughing gas."

That seems to keep Soarynn at bay long enough for him to help her into her shirt and to get her left leg in the correct pant leg. She looks so precious in her pajamas, even if it's four in the afternoon.

"I'm sleepy," she says with a yawn, "did you bring me my snack?"

Coriolanus nods, taking her hand to lead them back into the bedroom, "I did, I brought you some ice cream." Soarynn gasps in excitement, her eyes widening when he presents the bowl to her, "Oh it looks so good. My toothpaste at the dentist's office was green. Isn't that funny? And this ice cream tastes like mint, did you put mint toothpaste into my ice cream Coryo? Oh, I think Petunia wants some, can I give her some ice cream? Never mind, I don't wanna share. But now I feel bad because what if she's hungry Coryo?"

So many questions from such a small person.

"Petunia is fine darling, and it's mint ice cream with chocolate chips in it, your favorite remember?" Soarynn bobs her head up and down, eating spoonful after spoonful, "I still can't feel my mouth."

He rests a loving hand on the top of her head, helping her sit up in their bed, "It'll start to feel better soon darling. Now I have to go finish up some work, so once you're done you need to put yourself to bed okay? Can you do that for me Soarynn?"

Soarynn scrunches her eyebrows and looks up at him, "Duh. I'm not six Coryo." Of course, she isn't.

He places a kiss on her forehead, "I know you're not darling, you're a big, independent woman who I love very much. I'll be in my study if you need me."

The ice cream seems to be occupying her attention because she doesn't even ask him any more questions when he leaves, turning off the lights before he goes. He had to take the day off of work so he could take care of Soarynn but he'd like to make sure everything is taken care of just in case.

Coriolanus makes his way into his study, flipping on the light and letting out a deep sigh. Taking care of your girlfriend can be exhausting when she's running around all the time. He wouldn't have it any other way though.

He listens for any sounds that Soarynn might make while he works but he hears none. The drugs must be wearing off and she must be exhausted.

He works for a while, pulling on a burgundy sweater when he gets a little chilly. He glances at the new photograph he has of Soarynn on his desk. She looks so beautiful in the photo with her hair pulled back, and a big smile on her face while she stands on one of the bridges that lead to the hydroelectric dam in District Five.

Coriolanus had gone there for business but ended up taking Soarynn with him since he felt it was relatively safe for her to come. She had been so excited to travel with him and travel with her good friend Persephone Price who accompanied her boyfriend Festus Creed, a good friend of Coriolanus and a fellow colleague as well.

The sound of his study door being pushed open is what brings his attention to Soarynn who stumbles into the room, a smile spreading across her face when she sees him sitting behind his desk, "Coryo! I found you!"

He nods, unable to contain his smile, "You did darling, you found me."

Soarynn giggles, twirling around the room, "I fell asleep in bed. How long was I asleep for? Five hours?" Coriolanus looks at his wristwatch, "You slept for forty-five minutes." Soarynn stops in her tracks, falling over in the process and landing with a loud thump. "Ouch!"

Coriolanus is on his feet in seconds, rushing over to make sure she's okay. "Darling, are you alright? Does anything hurt?" Soarynn takes the hand he offers her, shaking her head, "I fell down," she says solemnly. Coriolanus laughs, "Yes, you took a tumble. The drugs might make you a bit clumsy."

He doesn't think twice about picking her up from off the floor and her legs immediately wrap around his waist, one of her favorite positions to cuddle in when he lets her. "I'm hopeless on these drugs," she mumbles into his neck, her voice filled with genuine despair, "you might as well get rid of me."

Coriolanus rubs circles on her back and sits back down at his desk, "Toss you out huh?" Soarynn hums, lifting her head to look him in the eye, "Are you really gonna get rid of me Coryo?"

Oh, his sweet, sweet girl.

He wastes no time in peppering her face with kisses, listening to her giggle at the sudden affection, "No my darling girl, I'm never going to get rid of you, we're stuck at the hip you and me." He presses one last kiss to her nose, watching Soarynn smile, "Okay," she says, "just making sure."

He can see how tired she still is, and forty-five minutes certainly won't help her recover from the laughing gas. "Why don't you try to fall asleep again?" He suggests, "You can stay in here with me this time."

This must be a much better offer than the last one because Soarynn immediately starts nodding, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes." He lets her get settled, resting her chin on his shoulder so he can continue working. It doesn't take long for Soarynn to drift back to sleep, he can tell when she's really gone when he feels her entire body go slack in his hold.

He looks out the large bay window in his study and can't help but feel like she'd sleep much better on the cushioned bench she loves to lay on during the day. One thing he's learned about his girlfriend is that she loves to lounge. She's like a cat in that way, always lying on some piece of furniture, watching him walk back and forth.

He wouldn't have it any other way though, and he's sure that spending his money must be exhausting for her. Nothing makes him happier than watching her show him all the new things she bought, new chinaware for hosting dinner parties, a new collar for Petunia, and new socks for him since Petunia ate his other ones.

Coriolanus carefully stands up and crosses the room to the window, gently setting her down on the cushioned bench. She and Petunia can spend hours looking out the window, watching all the people below them.

He presses a soft kiss to her temple, taking a moment to admire how beautiful Soarynn is. Her lips are slightly parted and her hair is messy and yet she looks like the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

He can't wait to marry her one day.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus doesn't realize how much time has passed until a meow breaks his intense focus. He looks down to find Petunia watching him, she's probably looking for Soarynn which means he's her last resort. How fitting.

He points towards the bay window and Petunia pads over to Soarynn whose arm is dangling above the floor. It's a world of a difference how gentle Petunia is with Soarynn, gently licking her hand, and nudging it with her nose. But Soarynn is out cold.

Coriolanus smirks, it's not every day that Petunia doesn't immediately get her way.

His wristwatch tells him that it's well past six o'clock which means he should probably make something for dinner. He stands up with a groan, stretching his back for a moment. How is he already having back problems when he's only twenty-six?

He shakes off the aches and pains and heads for the kitchen, deciding to make pasta for tonight. It's simple, pasta and hot water. He can't mess that up.

Coriolanus hums while filling up the pot, a song that Soarynn loves to sing whenever she's in the shower, something about gray birds getting lost in the snow, something like that at least. It sounds much better when Soarynn sings it.

He waits for the water to come to a boil before adding the pasta, careful not to add too much like he did last time. He searches their pantry for some sauce even though he's the only one who likes it. As a man, Coriolanus will eat just about anything. But Soarynn has a more refined palate which really means that she's a pickier eater than he is and rarely likes anything added to her pasta. Besides cheese, she loves cheese.

Coriolanus grabs some cheese from the fridge too, he can grate some onto her serving of pasta.

He's watching the pot when a pair of arms slip around his waist and he's overwhelmed with the scent of vanilla.

"Coryo," she mumbles against his back.

Coriolanus rests his hands on top of hers, enjoying being the little spoon for once. Soarynn always offers to hold him but he always declines, there's nothing better than having her in his arms.

"Hello my darling," he says, "are you feeling better?"

The groan he feels against his back is answer enough, "I can feel my mouth again," she tells him. Coriolanus grins, "Well that's good to hear since I'm making pasta." Soarynn gasps, peering around his torso to look at the simmering pot, "Can I have cheese on mine?"

"Of course darling."

Soarynn pulls her arms away and hops up onto the counter, kicking her feet in the air, "So...how bad was I?"

Coriolanus laughs, resting a loving hand on the side of her face which she instantly leans into, "You could never be bad my sweet girl, but you were giggling the entire time. And I do mean the entire time."

Soarynn blushes, her entire face turning a light shade of pink, "Oh goodness. It's all kind of fuzzy but I remember you brought me ice cream." Coriolanus nods, rubbing his thumb up and down her cheek, "Mhm, you asked me if I put toothpaste into it."

Soarynn groans, slouching over herself, "Stop! Tell me I didn't say anything else embarrassing." He can't stop the wicked grin from spreading across his lips as his hand lands on her thigh, his fingers sliding up and down, "You did ask me to make love to you."

Soarynn tries to jump off the counter but he's quicker than her, stronger too, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her there with his body, "Don't be embarrassed baby," he purrs while Soarynn pushes at his chest, desperate to get away, "even when you're high out of your mind you still want me to fuck you hmm?"

Soarynn glares up at him but he knows that there's no malice behind her look. "I could get you started right now," he offers, sliding a hand under the waistband of her pajama pants. Her eyes flit down to his hand buried in her pants for only a second before looking back at him, a more sultry look in her eyes, "I wouldn't want to be too needy," she says, her voice trembling.

Coriolanus shakes his head, leaning down so that his lips hover above hers, "My pretty girl could never be too needy for me." His fingers slip under her lace panties, and Soarynn gasps, bucking into his touch when his fingers touch her clit, "And besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I neglected you and your sexual needs?"

Soarynn moans as two of his fingers prod at her entrance, "A bad one," she gasps, arching her back. Coriolanus slides his other hand behind her, palming her ass, "That's right pretty girl, I'd be a very bad boyfriend if I neglected this greedy little cunt of yours." He pushes his fingers in, not even surprised at how wet she already is. Soarynn would never admit it, but she's just as horny as he is, she just hides it better.

But he's seen his girlfriend become a feral little animal every once in a while like the time she came up with that stupid bet about who could go longer without sex. It ended with her jumping him the second he got home from a business trip. He fucked her so hard that night, both of them finally getting out their pent-up sexual frustrations.

He starts pumping his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, watching her face twisted in ecstasy. Soarynn hates when he watches her face but it's such an erotic sight to see those pretty eyes rolling back from his cock stretching her out.

"Oh," she moans, her hips meeting his fingers with every thrust, "oh right there please, please, right there."

It doesn't take a lot to undo her, only a few flicks to her clit and she's putty in his hands, so how quickly Soarynn reaches her orgasm is entirely up to how long Coriolanus wants to play with her.

Her other hand latches to his wrist as if that'll speed up his thrusts, her lips are parted and her legs are shaking. "You like it?" He asks, biting her ear lobe. Soarynn moans, her head tilting back even further, letting him leave some bruises on her neck, "Yes," she cries, "I love it, thank you."

Coriolanus smiles against the sweaty skin of her neck, "You're welcome baby." She's always been so polite in the bedroom whereas he's the reincarnate of lust itself, spewing out the nastiest most vulgar things known to mankind.

The sounds she makes are pitiful as he continues to thrust into her, her cunt is so fucking wet his fingers almost slip out. Coriolanus prefers doing things like this in their bedroom but the kitchen will do just fine.

"Please make me cum," she begs, her eyes are teary and her cunt is fluttering around his fingers. Coriolanus kisses down her neck, gently biting at her collarbone, "You cum when I say you can baby, you know the rules, how to be my good girl don't you?"

Soarynn gets off of praise the most, always wanting to please him no matter what the cost. He likes to play it to his advantage in situations like this, where she's so fucking desperate for anything.

"I do," she croaks, her voice giving away how close she is.

Soarynn can hold off on an orgasm as long as he can, but she's so spoiled when it comes to these things, always getting what she wants and today is no exception.

Coriolanus finally presses his lips against his and it's a fight between teeth and tongue, both of them clashing against each other in an animalistic way. He wins like always, tugging at her bottom lip to celebrate his victory. Soarynn whimpers into the kiss, her other hand carding through his curls, "Cum for me Soarynn, be my good girl and cum all over my fucking fingers like the little slut you are for me."

Soarynn moans his name as she cums around his fingers, clenching and unclenching, coating them in her stickiness. Coriolanus slightly pulls away just to see that fucked out look she always gets on her face when she cums, like she's seeing some spiritual being.

Soarynn nearly falls backward onto the counter but he steadies her, sliding his hand under her shirt, feeling the warm skin on her back.

Coriolanus slowly pulls his drenched fingers out from her cunt, never not amazed at how wet she can get with just a few touches. He watches her carefully while she comes down from her high, slowly slipping into that blissed out headspace she almost always goes to after they have sex where she just lets him take care of her.

Her eyes begin to grow heavy again, her limbs start to relax after being so tense in their heated moment, her breathing evens out.

And the day she’s had probably isn’t helping how tired she is.

Coriolanus wraps his other arm around her, resting his chin on the top of her head while they both just stay that way for a while, only needing each other’s company to feel complete.

He makes sure the pasta doesn’t boil over because wouldn’t that be a disaster. Soarynn’s stomach growls and he lifts his head, looking down at her while she sways side to side, her eyes closed. “You still hungry baby?”

Soarynn hums, nuzzling further into his chest, “I am. But I’m also tired.”

He normally is against eating in their bedroom for a number of reasons, but for his sweet girl, he can make an exception. “Alright, why don’t we have dinner in bed hmm? That way I can clean you up.”

Soarynn nods, letting out a small yawn, “I wanna brush my teeth too.”

He kisses her forehead, gently brushing her hair out from her face, “We can brush your teeth too darling.”

Soarynn leans into his touch, fully trusting him to take care of her and he will, he’ll always take care of her. Coriolanus knows she’d do the same for him, she has done the same for him. Like the time he was terribly sick and she stayed by his side the entire time, getting herself sick in the process.

He had been so adamant about her not kissing him on the mouth but Soarynn had considering it nonsense. If she wanted to kiss her boyfriend then she would.

He’s so lucky to have her, to spend this life with her.

He’d find her in every universe.

Coriolanus turns off the stove, moving the pot to the back burner so it can cool off, “Lets get you in bed first,” he decides, figuring he’ll be able to maneuver Soarynn easier if he doesn’t have a bowl of pasta in his hand.

Soarynn is more than happy to let him pick her up, her legs wrapping around his torso once more so he can walk them to their bedroom. She smells so good, like vanilla and happiness. He does his best to make her happy, keep her happy.

Even if it means putting up with Petunia who greets them with a meow the moment she sees them.

She’s sitting on his pillow which he chooses to ignore for the time being as he carefully sets Soarynn down on the bed, earning him a whine, “Stay,” she says, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Coriolanus smiles, his piercing blue eyes meeting her blue-gray ones, so challenging and feisty whenever she wants something, “I’ll only be gone for a minute darling. Petunia can keep you company.”

Soarynn bites her lip, weighing out her options, “You don’t want your pasta to get cold,” he adds, knowing that he will not want to eat cold pasta.

He’s won this round it seems when Soarynn lets go of his neck, sinking into the pillows with a small pout on her face, “Hurry back,” she mumbles, rolling over to her side. Coriolanus leans down and kisses her cheek, “I’ll be back in five minutes darling,” he promises.

And he is back in five minutes, two bowls of pasta in hand. He’s not at all surprised to find Soarynn fast asleep again, the covers pulled over her and her hair strewn over her face.

She looks like an angel.

Coriolanus sets the bowls down on the nightstand and carefully sits down next to her, not wanting to wake her up. He brushes some of her hair out from her face, watching her sleep.

He’s pretty tired himself, and sleeping only means that he gets to see her in his dreams as well. And when he wakes up, it’s the best feeling in the world. To feel her body on top of his, her soft lips peppering his jaw with kisses, her warm hands pressed against his abdomen.

He’ll groan and tell her that he needs five more minutes, that she should let him sleep longer if she truly loves him.

He’ll only crack his eyes open once he hears it, hears her giggles.

That’s all he needs to hear to know that all is right with the world.

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fic rec friday 10

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

something borrowed by @rosyredlipstick

In the Solace Wedding Planning agenda, on the fifth page into their summer schedule, there are carefully scrawled out notes reading this: Bride and Groom - Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang Best Man & Maid of Honor - Percy Jackson & Piper McLean Wedding Court - Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace Mellie & Gleeson Hedge Reyna Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez Ring-bearer - Chuck Hedge Flower-boy - Nico di Angelo - Will plans wedding and now, apparently, Nico stars in one. Except...sometimes there's a bit more confusion on that last part. AKA the AU where Will plans weddings and thinks Hazel and Frank are going to have to cutest, gap-toothed ten year throwing flowers down the aisle, all while wondering why this 'Neeks' guy is always hanging around, and what business he has looking that good.

yes i am back on my rosyredlipstick (dude she's GOOD okay). however this one is my favourite i think. this is the kinda story you could use to explain to people what dramatic irony is bc LORD i wanted to SHAKE THEM 😭😭 will falling like deeply in love with nico and being intensely stressed about everything the whole time is so real and on brand. i love him and i love the fond exasperation that just bleeds from this fic its GREAT

2. Rental Love by @rosyredlipstick

*Read Terms & Conditions - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email solace.w@fastmail.com if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.

THE LEVEL OF STUPID THAT THEY ARE...😭😭 kills me fr. like this whole fic is just a manifestation of truly one of the best tropes of all time…..like what if we took a hallmark movie and made it gay as all hell. iconique indeed

3. A Match in the Making by @coconutcranberries-blog

“You’re a morning person,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. He ran a hand through his black hair, which stuck up in disarray, the same way it did every morning. He was a mess, and Will Solace looked annoyingly put together, and Nico didn’t even care, really, he didn’t.

friendship is the core of romance!! it is!! every time!!! and it's such a core in this fic....which is fucking??? ten years old??? im just realising?? jesus christ??? anyways. "Nico had the sudden, warm feeling that Will Solace had never bought his act." i YELLED

4. Perception by scorchedtrees

In which everyone thinks Nico and Will are together.

i love this trope i love it SO BAD. both ways. when your love is so obvious that no one misses it.....love to see it truly. and will can have one second of beingn smooth and not a dweeby loser. as a treat

5. the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by @finalizer

It was hard, Nico eventually concluded, to maintain one’s air of spooky otherworldly detachment with a blinding ray of sunshine trailing one step behind him every minute of every day.

grouchy nico my beloved truly. honestly hes such a bitch i love him like "Seriously, give the guy a perm and a few cats and he’d be that weird aunt that everybody avoided around the holiday season." why does he ALWAYS have something vile to say 😭😭 hes a mood fr

thank you for joining me this saturday friday!! happy reading!!

[tightjeansjavi]

4 is perfect for horse dad joel!!! you could do a blurb of one of their morning phone conversations 🥰

Somethin’ Stupid

horse dad! joel x f! horseback riding instructor reader

A/N: thank you for sending in this request my love 🫶🏻 #4 things you said over the phone. 𓃗

~word count: 565~

Summary: one of horse dad! Joel’s and reader’s many cute ass morning phone calls ♡

Warnings: none, just a whole lotta tooth aching fluff and flirting of course ;) +18 only because my entire blog is not suitable for minors so dni!

“I’m sorry, who the hell actually enjoys putting ketchup on their eggs? I feel like that’s a fucking crime. Ketchup on eggs? That’s blasphemy right there!” You said with a light heartfelt laugh.

“Well, ouch. That hurts my feelings darlin.’ I am one of those people who likes ketchup on their eggs. You’ve gone and broken my heart into a bunch of lil’ pieces!” Joel deeply chuckled through the receiver.

“Gasp. So you actually are not flawless after all? Gotta say, Joel. I think this is gonna make or break it for me.” You let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Oh c’mon now sugar. Don’t go and sayin’ that! Bein’ all dramatic on me. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” He grumbled.

“I knew this day would come. Whatever will I do? Oh, Joel! You have wounded me so!” Your tone was playfully dramatic and you could picture his little eye roll already.

Joel was in fact rolling his eyes as he took a large sip of his coffee. “Alright, Shakespeare. You’ve had your fun sweetheart. Now tell me I’m handsome.” He was grinning over the rim of his mug.

“Handsome? Now who the hell told you that you were handsome Hm? I don’t remember ever letting those words leave my mouth.”

“Believe you did last night. Or maybe it was some other pretty girl at the bar? Hmm.” He teased.

“Okay, okay. You’re handsome. Very handsome. Ezra’s got you beat though I’m afraid. He’ll always been the #1 man in my life cowboy.”

“Oh geez, now you got me out here competin’ with a damn horse? He’s gorgeous, I’ll give him that.”

“I’m just messing with you Joel! C’mon now. You’re a real cutie. There’s no competition, trust me babe.”

“A real cutie, huh? That’s sweet of ya t’say darlin.’ Now, where were we? Oh, right! What’re you wearin’ sweet cheeks?” He could picture your face, the little glare you would give him before swatting at his shoulder playfully.

“J O E L.”

“That would be me.”

You let out a light sigh, an apparent grin on your face from your Texas tall glass of water being his cheeky self. You pulled the phone away from your ear just so you could talk to your boys, who were all happily eating their morning grain. “Can you believe this guy? He’s such a flirt. Absolutely ridiculous.” You brought the phone back to your ear.

“Riding pants and a Star Wars Tee.” You finally told him.

Joel let out a low wolf whistle through the receiver as he leaned against the countertop in his kitchen. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”

“You sound like a horny teenager right now cowboy.” You giggled.

“You take that back right now.”

“Nah, I’m good.” You grinned.

“What’re your plans later?” He asked.

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Oh? Well it’s me. I’m asking.”

“Well, in that case, I’m definitely free.” You didn’t even hesitate to respond.

“‘Atta girl. That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned.

“Uh huh. You’re lucky I think you’re cute. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be there at 6:30.”

“More time for us to makeout.” You felt like a little school girl with a crush.

“Exactly what I was thinkin’ sweetheart. I’ll try and not say somethin’ stupid when I see ya. Although, you make it difficult cus’ my brain goes all fuzzy when I’m near ya.”

“You could never say something stupid Joel.”

“You’d be surprised. I say a lot of stupid shit darlin.’”

“Stupid cute shit you mean.” You corrected him.

“There you go again bein’ a real peach.”

“It’s my specialty.”

“Yeah? Think your other speciality is kissin’ me silly.” He chuckled.

“You’re so cute. Please stop it before the horses start making fun of me.”

“Never. See ya tonight, toots.”

“Catch ya on the flip side, cowboy.”

Tagging people I think would enjoy: @peterhollandkait @chaotic-mystery @korynnekorynne @lovers-liability @dinsdjrn @last-girl @wonder-harley @loquaciousferret @yazsos @death-wife

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dcd2+fob guys fighting over patrick, placing bets, trying to like win him by competing with each other and when poor little sopping wet kitten futct era patrick finds out about it he gets soooososo angry about being objectified like that “i’m not a fucking prize guys you can ‘win’ me, whatever tf you ever mean by that, what if i don’t you, huh? did you ever even consider that?!”

and pete just grabs his face shushing at him like he’s a skiddish animal “hey, hey, trickerdoodle, it’s ok, we’re not trying to win <em>you,</em> we’re just trying to make all the others stop so that we can have a chance, ok?” “but what do you even mean win me? i’m a human person what do you mean by that it’s not like you can own me!” (poor lil confused patrice) and the last part of patrick’s sentence kind of makes pete want to yell at him that he owns him, that pete’s always owned him, he’s just trying to get all the others(obviously perverts, nothing like him) to leave patrick alone so they don’t hurt him, pete’s just trying to protect him<3. in the end he just grits his teeth and tells patrick not to worry about it.

after that it isn’t ever mentioned again and patrick kind of forgets about it. come to think of it that’s about the same time gabe really started laying it on thick, flirting with him really obviously which made patrick blush because nobody had ever flirted with him before. he likes it. he feels special. maybe one day patrick decides to give in, he just wants to kiss gabe, it’s not a big deal. but he climbs into his lap all giggly and gabe starts feeling him up. just then pete stomps onto the bus and yanks patrick off of him, turning him around for a second to hold patricks face in his hands and tuck a few strands of hid hair behind his ear “oh my god, are you okay? did he hurt you at all? i swear to god if he hurt you-“ and patrick is just so confused, what is pete talking about? he’s ok, he’s perfectly fine, he’s just a totally normal now (freshly… hm) legal adult indulging in normal adult activities. pete ushers him out of the bus before turning around and yelling at gabe and patrick can’t really tell what’s going on other than just some kind of scuffle he just hears a muffled “but i fucking won dude? what the fuck is wrong with you?” from gabe

afterwards pete curls around patrick in the back lounge of their bus, cuddling him and whispering (mostly to himself) “it’s ok, i’ve got you” “nobody’s ever gonna try to mess with you again cookie jar i promise” “it’s ok now, that’s over now” “i’ll protect you” ect ect

anyway then pete slowly gives patrick the sweetest slowest handjob of all time, tooth rotting and filled with love, and patrick’s never been touched there before and he comes so quickly with a little squeek even though he still doesn’t really know what’s going on and pete just keeps telling him how perfect he is, how nobody’s ever going to take him from him again.

anyway this started as j lines of dialogue in my head then just kinda turned into a little prequel type thing of this fic i’ve been soooooo obsessed w recently https://archiveofourown.org/works/51795673/chapters/132517093 (ch21(b check out the whole thing it’s amazing holyshit))

much love,

spiral anon

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[garrettandoscargirlsblog]

Benny the Rookie Pt.1

Summary: At long last! Finally finished it! Tale of Benny as a rookie cop. Story follows him visiting his young wife. Sweet moments followed by some smut. no minors!

Benny’s point of view:

Hard to believe that I'm a cop. Okay, I just graduated last month. Rookie? Haven't been one since I was a teen. Training wasn't that bad. Runnin and shit piece of cake! Shootin no problem. Codes? That was a bit of a problem. I got it down when I remembered how I used to study in the Army. Another plus? Get to see my wife.When I go to the hospital after dropping off a punk to be checked out. Hard to believe that Gracie Garcia is my wife. Took Pope a long time to accept us as a couple. Oh how he fought tooth and nail to keep us apart. Want to protect his baby sister. Have been in love with her since.. She was 18 yrs old. I was .. cough cough 24 at that time. Age is a fucking number. Now.. she is an ER nurse who gets to see her from time to time. Oh I love to see her in action. Love it even more when she patches me up. So gentle with me until…. She finds out how I got hurt. 

Grace’s Point of view: 

Slow night in the trenches. Boring! Nothing to do but to do is either do chart review, practice on stitches. Until I hear a family voice. Oh that sexy, southern drawl . Exting exam room 1 see my poor Benny! Arm bleeding! Rushed over,” Oh Benny! What happened? “ Look into my brown eyes. Taking a deep breath,” You are gonna kill me.”  Oh I hate when he says that! Seems like every fucking time those words comes out of his mouth. Means two things. One he might need stitches,or two have to admit him. Hope option two doesn't come into play. His partner helps me to exam room 1. Moved my mess on the exam table. Meaning my laptop,and charts. Benny sits on the table trying to act like he is so mighty. Looked at his partner,” I know you don't know me very well. Gonna cut to the chase. If there is any lying

  on how this injury happened? I'll make sure you get the most ruthless doctor to tend to you. Got it?” His partner nods,” understood. See we were chasing a suspect down an alley. Benny here climbs a wired fence. As he comes down. He scratched his arm. Now.. if you excuse me. Have a call to make.” Closed the door so no passerby can see what I'm doing. Stood between his legs while pulling down his shirt so I can see the injury. Not a bad scratch. Sadly he needs a tetanus shot. Oh how he hates them. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes as our foreheads touch,” Glad you are okay baby. Hate to see another gunshot wound on your perfect body. Since you are my last patient for the evening. We can get out of here. Go home so I can properly clean your boo boo.” Benny is lost in his own little world when he holds me close to him. Breathing in my special scent of lavender and gardenia body spray I have on. Kisses the tip of my nose,” Love that idea sweetheart. Glad we have the same day off. Have plans for us. Can't tell ya . Would be a surprise.” Love to know the plan is,but he forgot about the get together at Santi’s . Kiss his lips as I leave to get his shot,” Forgot about one thing. Dinner at..” Benny moans as he lays down,” Ya, forgot. Hope he behaves himself. “  Return moments later with the shot. Told him to sit up ,and wiggle his as I administered the shot. Placed a bandaid on the site,” All better handsome. Now.. if you excuse me. Need to change. Meet ya outside so I can give ya ride to the station to change.” 

Both of us arrive home. Got take out. Too worn out to cook. Rather be in bed with my husband than cook.bodies hurt to no end. After a nice shower. Both of us got ready for bed. Wore one of his worn out tees. With a nice surprise underneath. Moments later after turning the light off from our master bath. Moonlight shines on his necklace. Dangles as he looks down at me. Love how his blue eyes sparkle with so much love. Nose touched. He leans forward,” Love you so much, rose blossom. Only person who can keep me from goin down the deep end. So beautiful. Need to kiss ya now.” That's what he did. Kiss nice and slow savoring each kiss like it was our last. Till sitting up long enough to remove his tee. Laying down again,” Make love to me Benny.  Nice and slow.” Benny leans forward to kiss me again. Tongues danced followed by him holding my hands above my head. Mouth on my neck.Working his way south. Stops for a moment to shimmy off his boxers. Oh love his perfect body. So eagar for his long cock inside my body. Wait till I'm begging for it. Want it now! Continues on using his mouth to work on making me squirm. Lowers his hands as he pulls me up to his chest. He wants my legs around him while grinding our bodies together. Feels like I'm in heaven! Till I feel my back touching the softness of our sheets. Legs spreading apart till I feel what I'm in need for. Long , thick cock inside my body. Arched my back to enjoy the nervana of being taken care of. Slowly his body moves while kissing me. Want to take care of him like he is doing to me. Upon saying that. Tell me he is taking care of me. Continue this dance till feeling cum dripping down my legs. Benny collapsed on top of me. Rubbing his sweaty body. We remain like that till we fall asleep.

Benny’s Point of view: 

I'm at peace. On cloud nine. Soft hands touchin my back. Slow circles she is drawin. So lucky to marry my angel. Dreading the dinner at Pope’s not ready for anymore of his shit! Thank goodness for his mama being there. Need to straighten the shithead out.

[pumazoey]

Toss Him In Back

In which Zoey Chambers panics and kills a man. Thankfully, a new cowboy friend with a baby blue pickup truck is there to help her bury the bully

“Let me get this straight–you just killed someone? Like…killed them, killed them?”

This was not, in any way, the way Zoey Chambers foresaw her evening going, but now here she was, pulled over in a bush on the outskirts of town with a full-on wild west cowboy staring her down while her ex’s lifeless body sat in her passenger seat, oozing from a head wound. 

…Maybe she needed to rewind.

It was an accident. Zoey did not want to kill Sam Sweetly, not really, not in the grand scheme of things. She didn’t want to have shot him with his own gun after he came by uninvited when he knew her roommates weren’t home, but that was, as the kids say “creep behavior” and the firearm was within her reach! She let the impulsive thoughts win, that’s all. Sam folded to the ground like an adirondack chair, crumpling onto the tile floor of the kitchen Zoey had neglected to clean for the past four days.

Oh, oh god…looks like you fucked up, Zoey.

She sighed and dug her keys out of her purse.

The ride to the Witchwood, the only place Zoey could think of to dispose of a body quickly, was mostly uneventful. They (being Zoey and the corpse, obviously) drove past a couple on an evening walk, what was either cardboard or a dead possum (didn’t matter; whatever it was looked like Sam currently) and some beautiful “Fuck Clivesdale” graffiti on the wall of the local shoestore, before the Ford started making noises similar to a cat coughing up a hairball. It sputtered to a stop, and Zoey had just enough time to pull over.

That led her basically to where she was right now: pulled over on a backroad with Sam’s remains splattering onto her dashboard. She had stepped out of the car to assess damage, but apparently she wasn’t the only one driving around Hatchetfield at 9:37 pm.

He was not a small guy; quite the opposite in fact! He was tall, beefy, and wearing an outfit that looked like it belonged on one of those guys from the gay cowboy movie that somehow ended up on tv last time she watched it with Hailey. 

“Hi.” She thanked all that was good in the world that her windows were tinted, otherwise the carcass in the front seat would have drawn a lot of attention. The man smiled at her, bright as the fucking north star, the light from her phone flashlight illuminating his gold tooth. 

“Didn’t expect to see no one else out and about this late.” He flashed that winning grin once more. “You lost?”

“Nope!” Zoey squeaked. “Not lost, just…broken down, I guess.” She gestured to the unfortunate state of her car. 

“Out for a little…evening joyride?” He questioned, peering around her shoulder. She shifted in front of him. 

“Yeah, haha, looks like I’ll have to get towed…” She snapped her fingers in a sort of ‘Ah, dang it’ gesture. He looked on kindly. 

“I wouldn’t mind given’ ya a ride home.” He held out his hand to shake. “Eddie Chiplucky. Dunno if we’ve met before.”

“Zoey Chambers. Don’t think we have. And, ah, thank you for the offer, but I can just…” She flipped through her mental list of people she could possibly admit to murder to. No names came up, save for her brother, Zach, who she did not intend on ever letting in on this secret. “I’ll call my…friend…or something.”

“Stranger danger?” He chuckled. “Welp, if you say so. Nice to meetcha, miss. I’ll stick around until your buddy gets here, wouldn’t wantcha to get cold. You can come sit in the truck and warm up, if ya want.”

“I’m…sure the heater still works in mine.” She stuttered, turning her attention back to her own car and the very noticeable bloody smear on the inside of the windshield. Eddie Chiplucky was not stupid, she could tell that much.

He’s onto me, isn’t he?

“Now, what are we gonna do about this whole…” Eddie moved his hand, vaguely encompassing Zoey, her vehicle, and the crimson-stained mess contained within it. “...Situation? How the hell did you even manage this?”

“It’s Hatchetfield. I don’t know if you southerners now this, but it’s really fucking easy to get away with murder.” 

“This ain’t your first rodeo, then?” He turned slightly, and Zoey’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of a shotgun tucked at his side. She wondered if he was planning on asking her to duel at high noon.

“Well…the first time wasn’t fully my fault.” She had just admitted to murder. There go my chances of being on Broadway! So long, big stage!

Eddie put a finger to his lips. “Zip it, lock it, put it in yer pocket. I won’t tell. You got a reason for why this fella had to meet an end?” He stepped closer, examining Sam through the window. 

“I didn’t know he had a key. We used to date, before his…wife found out…” The last part stung. Not only had she fucked around with a guy thirteen years her senior, but he was also married. Toxic, abusive, yes, but still a mistake on Zoey’s part too. 

“He had it comin’, then?” Eddie pressed his nose against the glass. “Yeah, he had it comin’. Look at that badge, that’s a cop right there.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a scumbag.” Zoey insisted, knowing fully well that it had everything to do with that. “And he’s gone now anyway.” 

Eddie stepped away from the car and immediately jumped back a little. Zoey was shocked too, and before they knew it, the pair were bathed in hues of red and blue. Zoey’s first thoughts were omg, bisexual lighting! Before realizing she was A) not bisexual and B) probably about to get arrested. Eddie’s hand went for his gun as the car door opened. 

“We got a call about a drunk driver down here.” A short, brown-haired man with dimpled cheeks stepped out of the cruiser. Zoey recognized him immediately: Bailey B. Bailey, a regular customer at Beanies and a shitty tipper. “A couple on a stroll saw a young lady swerving all over the road.”

Bailey strutted up to the car, eyes never leaving Zoey. “Gonna need you to be a good citizen and take the breathalyzer for me, okay?” She took a timid step back. 

“I- uh…” 

“You know that arguing can get you in even more trouble, right?” Bailey sighed. He shook his head, glancing down at his feet. 

And then it happened.

He saw.

“Miss…Miss Chambers. What the fuck is that in your car? Unlock that car.” He growled. “Is that…? No! Sam? Officer Sweetly?

Zoey’s pulse quickened. She was dead. Bailey was pulling out his radio, he was gonna call back to the station and then she was gonna get arrested. For the second time that day, Zoey Chambers was about to kill a man.

She wasn’t even thinking. She just bolted toward Eddie, snatched the gun out of his reach, aimed, and shot a bullet directly into the cop’s neck.

Eddie stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re a sharp-shooter.” He eventually choked out. “I guess we’ll need my truck. Toss him in the back.”

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 10 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I shifted a bit so he could see it and pointed to the pale mark on the back of my shoulder blades illuminated by the red fire, giving it a strange orange glow.

“How did you get that one??? What happened?”

He was back to his blubbery old self, damaged tooth forgotten for now at the sight of the pale line on my back.

“Well one time a guard almost got me, but i was a bit faster than him, and as i turned a corner i was suddenly bleeding from my back, Then I looked over my shoulder and apparently that guy just fucking threw his sword at me”

“Wait what? that's so dumb though, why would anyone throw their weapon like this?”

I shook my head at him as i didn't know why someone would do that either, it was a bad idea really, Why risk losing an expensive weapon?

But that was in the past and didn't matter now, I was just glad that I had no other lasting damage other than the scar.

“Whatever, it's late we should sleep like Rikaad said”

I shifted a bit over to flatter ground and flicked some rocks away so I could lay there without having sharp things poke me all the time.

Shifting to lay on my side and facing the fire I settled down for sleep.

Feeling something move at my chest area I looked down to see Robin curling up next to my thorax, probably trying to steal some warmth.

He looked like a kitten next to me and curling up like this didn't help to get rid of the mental image, so I just left him lying there and put my arm as a barrier between the forest and him.

Having him die while he was lying next to me would be rather traumatizing, not to mention if something were to get this close it would probably try to kill me too.

Settling down completely on the ground I closed my eyes and fell asleep basically trying to get as much sleep as I could before I had to take my watch shift.

Having expected to be woken up in the middle of the night by Rikaad to watch the camp i was surprised to find that when i awoke it was already morning.

I looked around confusedly and the first thing i saw was Robin still curled up next to me and fast asleep, The second thing I saw was Rikaad sitting next to my shirt and fiddling with the fabric, what was he doing?

“Rikaad? Why are you messing with my shirt? I only have one you better not destroy it”

I was still a bit sleepy and with Robin half leaning half lying on me I didn't want to move.

“I am not messing with it, i'm just repairing small holes so they don't tear”

He spoke quietly and focused back on his task.

It was weird, this was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me, so I better never tell him that I stole it from a clothesline a few months ago.

I was still a bit befuddled at the fact that i hadn't been woken up for a watch shift but looking closer at Rikaad he had bags under his eyes but somehow still moved like a man wide awake.

“Have you slept? Nobody woke me up for my shift watching, don't tell me you were awake the entire night”

He shook his head and continued patching up my shirt.

“I couldn't, not with Arthur still back there, so i started doing this instead, but i do hope that we can come up with a plan to get Arthur back today”

Now I felt a bit guilty, I knew Arthur wasn't captive anymore and actually fine if probably quite disgusted at what had happened.

I was glad that today we would backtrack a tiny bit and meet him somewhere in the woods.

I really hoped he would never tell anyone that i ate him but i couldn't realistically expect that it would stay a secret forever.

So bringing them back to Kamerasca and then leaving would be the best option as much as being alone again pained me.

“Done, try seeing if the stitches hold when you put it on”

He held a corner of the cloth in my direction and I tried to take it without waking Robin who was still snuggled up to me.

Sadly I was unsuccessful and he woke up, blinking owlishly against the morning light and flopping onto his back.

“Ugh, morning”

While Robin complained about the sun I put my newly fixed shirt back on and was happy to find that all the tears were expertly fixed, even the ones I had tried fixing had been redone.

He really was surprisingly good at this, Robin hadn't been kidding.

Standing up I just put some dirt over the still smoldering remains of the fire, I didn't want to cause a forest fire after all.

“So what is the plan? Just backtrack and see what we can do?”

Rikaad stood up and put his sewing supplies away.

“Ideally we will know what to do before we get there, but yes for now we backtrack and try to figure it out on the way”

Robin immediately came up to me, looking at me with wide eyes, holding his arms up as a signal that he wanted to be picked up again.

Obliging, I cupped him to my chest and started to walk after Rikaad the way we came from yesterday, all the while on the lookout for Arthur.

I could hear Rikaad quietly mumbling to himself, likely trying to come up with a plan even if I knew it was unnecessary.

He didn't know that Arthur was fine after all, and I couldn't tell him, but he'd see soon enough that Arthur was fine.

I hoped.

There was the possibility that he had gotten lost in the dark or been attacked by another manticore.

Shaking such thoughts out of my head I continued to trail after the dark haired human in front of me.

It was funny, his almost black hair and well toned skin let him blend in near perfectly into his surroundings.

I was really glad that he chose not to kill me when we first met, which is also another reason why I couldn't tell him about the pouch.

I was worried he'd change his mind on letting me live, I somehow didn't doubt he'd actually find a way to end me.

Lazily walking through the underbrush after him I kept my eyes open for any sign of Arthur, or worse.

I wasn't sure that the Maringand Guard had given up yet on following us and I hoped I didn't have to find out.

Hearing something snap up ahead my muscles tensed, ready to defend myself before hearing a loud shout.

“FUCK”

That was Arthur's voice!

He was right up ahead and yelling at something.

I hoped he wasn't in trouble but before I could react Rikaad had already pelted over the ground in the direction of Arthur, hands on his sword.

“Rikaad wait! Donovan let's go!”

Robin tugged at my shirt and pointed after Rikaad and I followed a bit more cautiously, what if some of the Guards did follow us this deep into the forest?

But actually seeing Arthur was a relief, even if he had somehow managed to get seriously stuck in a thornbush and was hitting it loudly swearing with a stick.

Rikaad had already begun helping him untangle and I set Robin down who immediately tried to help too.

“ARTHUR! Are you okay? How did you get away? How did you end up in a bunch of thorns?”

Robin was babbling excitedly again while worrying for his friend.

While they tried to get him out of the thorns by shoving all of them aside I decided to pick him up, lifting him out of the thorns, and he was clinging to my fingers as he dangled over the prickly bushes.

“FUCKING- i hate plants im going to set this green hell on fire one day!”

Setting him down in front of the other two he was immediately tackled into a hug by Robin.

He looked a bit miserable, like he hadn't slept at all and being stuck in a bush didn't do him any favors whatsoever if the countless bleeding scratches were any indication.

“Im fine, im fine stop fretting about me! I just want to get as far away as possible from THAT place so can we move along now?”

He really didn't seem pleased at all and very tired, more so than Rikaad.

“How did you escape? Or did they let you go? What happened?”

Now Rikaad was the one asking questions and I nervously glanced at Arthur.

Robin however did look at me with a puzzled expression and then back at Arthur.

I twitched nervously, I hadn't taken into account that Robin could also tell about it, but when he looked back at me he winked and put a finger over his mouth.

Looking back at Arthur he was fishing some leaves out of his hair and then looked back at Rikaad.

“I escaped through sewers and no i'm not going to elaborate, it was horrible enough already lets just go”

He walked past Rikaad with his shoulders hunched over and a miserably tired expression.

Baffled Rikaad went after him and I followed, scooping Robin back into my palms and holding him against my torso.

“Arthur? You look tired, maybe you should rest? I could carry you if you want?”

At my offer he looked up at me with tired eyes seemingly taking some time to comprehend what I had said before he shook his head.

“I'm fine, I can walk by myself, let's just go as far away as possible, okay?”

He continued stubbornly walking away from Maringand and was heading towards the mountains.

Weird, I had thought we had given up on going there, well the others at least.

It was still my plan to go there after I had dropped the small humans off at Kamerasca.

The thought of being alone again hurt more and more with each passing day but I continued to ignore it, there wasn't anything I could do about it anyway.

Following him and Rikaad I made sure to not hit my head on any of the tree branches that were getting denser the closer we got to the mountains.

“Donovan? Do you think he's okay?”

Robin whispered from my hands trying to get as close to my ears as possible without falling over.

“I think so? he said he was at least, i'm sure hes just tired and grumpy, you said yourself he's a grumpy man so i think he's okay”

He didn't look entirely convinced but sat back down into my palms, lounging lazily against my fingers and watching the ground beneath him.

“So wait a second, Where do we go now exactly? I thought we would be going back home and not to the mountains?”

Robin did have a point in that, I wasn't sure what route exactly the others wanted to go but I was pretty sure that Kamerasca wasn't in that direction.

“Well since we don't really know where we are and which direction to go to it might actually be a good idea going somewhere higher up to plan a new route, lest we end up in a different part of Maringand instead of Kamerasca”

Rikaad admitting that we were kind of lost wasn't what I expected to hear, but at least he was honest about it.

“So we are going to go higher up and see if we can find the way home like that? Are you sure about that? I thought the mountains were dangerous?”

Robin was now clinging to my fingers again, he was probably a bit scared of the mountains from all the rumors there were in Kamerasca about them.

“It'll be fine if something does show up i'll just kick it as hard as i can”

I tried to reassure him while still trailing after Arthur and Rikaad.

Rikaad was trying to get Arthur to stop for a second so he could assess his wounds, which consisted of multiple scratches and a possibly broken nose.

Arthur ignored it and just kept stomping forward and I sort of expected him to collapse at any moment now.

It was weird, for him to be this tired he really must have been awake the entire night and who knew how long he had been stuck in those thorns.

Rikaad suddenly turned to me motioning for me to lean down.

“Can you help me for a second? I want to make sure all those scratches are clean, we can't risk an infection out here and he is being stubborn, so could you pick him up for a bit?”

Nodding and setting Robin next to him on the ground I went over to Arthur and Picked him up.

Immediately he began weakly cursing and tried to kick my fingers, sitting down next to Rikaad I held the angrily twitching form of Arthur in front of him.

“Calm down, I just want to make sure those cuts don't get infected, you said yourself you escaped through sewers right? I don't think a river bath is going to get rid of all of the nastiness from that so keep still and let us help”

Arthur went still at this, seemingly only now realizing that the story he had told would mean that he had crawled through some Nasty stuff.

“Ugh fine but i still want to put as many miles between myself and Maringand, at least i didn't have to swim in that stuff so just get it over with”

He went limp and I carefully set him on the ground where we apparently now made an impromptu camp in the middle of the day.

Robin somehow had found a lot of dry branches and was putting them together in a heap to make a fire while Rikaad pulled a metal cup from somewhere and instructed Robin to go fill it with water at the river.

While Robin did that Rikaad inspected Arthur's broken nose and dabbed the dirt away with a small Piece of cloth, much to the protest of Arthur who flinched every time it touched his nose.

I feel kind of useless right now. 

I was too big to properly help while Robin could go get water and Rikaad was able to take care of Arthur's wounds, and I was just sitting here next to them completely unable to do anything helpful.

It sucked, it was really dumb that I had been struck by this stupid curse, and it felt more and more tempting to just try and yank it off even if I destroyed my hand in the process.

But there was no guarantee that just ripping it off my wrist with force would actually break the curse.

I might just stay a giant, but then with only one working hand which Honestly was even worse.

Since I couldn't help the smaller men I instead went to be on the lookout for anything that would come near us.

At least i could help by making sure no uninvited beings showed up, The last we needed right now was another Manticore thinking it could snatch up a human.

Luckily the only thing that came from the forest was Robin with the water which he put on the fire Rikaad had made in the meantime.

Seeing them move as a unit like this to help Arthur I felt kind of…jealous? No that wasn't it, it wasn't jealousy more like..envy.

I envied them for the fact that they had someone to rely on when they needed it, and I envied them for not having to be alone all the time.

I envied them for being human with human friends, something I could never have as a Bastard.

I hated myself for being the son of an Elven man and Human woman.

I sort of wished that my mother had never met the pointy eared man that promised her the world, and then ditched her as soon as he could when he found out that she was pregnant.

Well, lamenting about a past I couldn't change wasn't going to help anything, and at least my mother stuck around as long as she could before dying of typhoid.

Watching the small men patch up Arthur was even a bit endearing, they did their best with whatever supplies they had while Arthur looked close to nodding off after probably spending the entire night awake.

After some time they had patched him up as god as they could and put all of their stuff away.

Leaning down again after they were finally done I put my hand down on the ground as I was sure Robin would want to be carried again.

But instead of Robin climbing on Rikaad dragged a tired looking Arthur over to me.

“Does the offer of carrying him still stand? I think he might fall asleep standing up at this point”

I nodded and very carefully let Rikaad drag the at this point half asleep Arthur into my hands.

He really must have not slept at all since i had sent him off downstream, Rikaad hadn't either but he seemed to be fine aside from some darker circles under his eyes, he really was the scariest out of the three.

Cupping the tired form of the small human closer to my chest I started walking after the other two small men again.

The mountains did look a lot closer now than before our Capture and I hoped once there we could see which way to take to get them back to Kamerasca.

Until then though I would do my best to be helpful, and for now that meant carrying a sleepy and bruised Arthur while the other two led the way.

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It was now two days after we escaped from Maringand and Arthur had almost completely healed aside from a slightly crooked nose and the obvious bruising.

He also had kept his word about not telling Rikaad about how he actually escaped, which I was glad about.

We had gotten a lot closer to the mountain in the time we had walked even if i still thought that if i carried all of them it would have been faster but so far the only one that had never actually willingly climbed into my hands was Rikaad, and he made no sign of ever wanting to do that.

It was fine that he didn’t, I just wish walking after them didn't feel so awfully slow.

It did make sense that i was able to walk a lot faster than they were seeing as my legs were taller than them, none of the humans even reached up to my knees.

At the very least we were now very close to the mountains and I could see Wyrmhurst mountain in front of me, only a few minutes walk away and I realized for the first time how steep it actually was.

I marveled at the fact that something Steeper than a barn roof didn't just collapse in itself, which also presented the question how the fuck anyone was supposed to climb this thing.

The narrow woods surrounding us weren't any help either as I got stuck more and more often in the branches as the trees got bigger the farther we traveled and Rikaad had to patch my shirt twice now.

In short, this sucked, a lot.

We probably would have to go around it a bit to see if there were any less dangerous places to climb.

But maybe we got lucky and the first place we found was at least somewhat climbable.

Expecting either more Forest or just a wall of stone, I was surprised that we suddenly emerged in a little clearing that had a big Oak Tree stump that went up to be over my head, and surprisingly an askew hut that had been directly embedded into the cliffside of the mountain.

Judging by the smoke coming out of one of the three chimneys it was even inhabited.

“Who the fuck would live out here of all things?”

Arthur had apparently seen the smoke too, and I did have to give him right on this, This was out in a Forest that was widely regarded as dangerous and deadly as proven by the fact that I had to fight off at least three more manticores in the two days we had traveled.

At least most of the Wildlife left us alone due to my size but it was still annoying, and mosquitoes did not care how big I was so they were the major annoyance anyway.

But it was still strange why someone would live out here of all places.

“No idea maybe they got banished or something, i think we should just leave it alone”

I really didn't want to mess with someone that had survived out here, human sized no less as indicated by the hut.

If someone could survive out here they probably had a lot of skill and I wanted to keep my hide intact a bit longer.

I didn't want to walk backwards in case one of the humans was right behind me so instead I turned my head around to scout the area, Rikaad doing the same, trying to figure out where to go to not intrude in this place.

Suddenly I heard an unknown voice from somewhere above me and I looked around to locate it.

“What do we have here? Humans? This far out and traveling with an Ardua no less, how strange”

I could not find where the voice was coming from, it sounded like it was above me somewhere between two big trees and I hoped that I was still the only giant here.

I didn't know if I could fend off an actual one and I'd rather not test that.

And what the hell was the voice even talking about? The human comment made sense but the rest not so much.

Feeling Robin hide behind my leg I decided to respond to the voice and see if it was hostile or not.

“Who are you? What do you mean by that? And where are you? I don't like talking to disembodied voices”

The other two humans had also shifted to stand closer to me, likely not wanting to suddenly find themselves face to face with a possibly hostile being.

“You can call me Oakley, and I'm right here, you have to look up to the tree young Ardua, i'm right in front of you on one of the branches”

Hearing the voice who introduced itself as Oakley say that they were in the tree in front of me, I tried my best to actually find them, but I couldn't make out anything.

It seemed even the others couldn't see anything either judging by Robin's reaction.

“I can't see anything? Are you sure that you are there? Or are you messing with us?”

“Look again”

This time I could actually make something out, but only because it was moving, having blended in perfectly before due to standing absolutely still.

The figure that showed itself was wearing a dark green patterned cloak that hid most of their other features.

But I could make out the Pointiest ears I had ever seen poking out from between hair that had the color of oak bark, and strangely bent legs with weird birdlike feet that had two of their toes bent backwards to grip the branch the figure was sitting on better.

After a second I could also make out a sort of tail swaying behind them that was split into two at the last part showing that their skin was the color of Stripped oak wood.

If they had not moved I would never have been able to tell that they were there.

PREVIOUS / NEXT / OVERSIGHT

[formulapookie]

omg idk if you still do the kiss writing prompts but beznaia + 14 pls if you dooooo

14 a kiss hesitantly

Pecco can't help but stare.

Bez is at fucking cloud nine, he just won his first grand prix and can't stay still, buzzing all over the VR46 garage where they've all been drinking for the past few hours, and Bez is a ball of energy.

Laughing, talking like a chatter box, jumping around, hopping on his bike and playing bartender, trying to do cartwheels around the garage and almost breaking a table.

He's sat beside him now, panting and sweaty, a mess of curls around his head, eyes sparkly and glassy, cheeks red.

It looks very much like the dreams Pecco has been having recently, except for the fact that in those cases they were both wearing much less clothes and where in a much less family friendly situation.

One by one the mechanics and other boys start leaving, they gotta go back and prepare for the club, even if Pecco keeps asking himself how could they still have the energy to go dance after these two hours they spent together.

So very conveniently him and Bez are the last two still in the garage, a beer in his hand, a glass with something smelling like vodka in Bez's.

The other is tired too, but still wants to go clubbing, insisting that Pecco goes with him

"come onnn we can have fun! I want to wear my -" he gets up, wobbly knees and Pecco manages to stand up and hold him before he falls down "my glitter top y'know? the one I wore in uhm" "at the summer party in Riviera yes Marco I know" "Ah so you remember eh? What is it Pecco you like me?"

And Bez is smiling, obviously, because he always smiles, esoecially when he's like this, and Pecco can thee the small tooth gap in his smile, and it has him go insane.

He wants to kiss Bez so bad it hurts. And maybe, just maybe, the glint in Bez's eyes as they look at each other is a signal to go, to give in that urge.

Maybe, just maybe then, all the little flirting games they do at parties or at the Ranch are a way to tell Pecco he can do it, he can press his lips on Bez's, feel them against his.

Maybe right now it's the only time he will ever have the courage to do it.

"Bez?" Pecco calls for him and Bez turns his head towards him, eyes charged with something Pecco can't understand.

He looks at his eyes, then at his lips, his eyes again, and meanwhile Bez starts smiling again, so his gaze shifts again to his lips, that damn tooth gap making an appearance again.

His movements are slow, tentative, to leave Bez space to break away, let go if he's uncomfortable with it, playing in a safe space.

But the more he closes distance the less Bez seems willing to move away, and when they're barely a centimetre apart Pecco closes his eyes, placing a trembling , hesitant kiss on Bez's lips.

He tastes like monster and vodka and Prosecco, he tastes like Pecco always thought Bez would taste like. Perfect.

He stays there for two, three, ten seconds before Bez actually answers to the kiss, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue past Pecco's lips into his mouth.

Bez's hands move to go on Pecco's hips, hot, so hot between his fingers. Pecco goes to curl an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, while his other hand is still holding Bez up.

They break away looking for oxygen, panting hard, foreheads sticking together, eyes still closed.

"You don't know how much I waited for you to do this Pecco" it's barely audible over their catching of breaths, but he hears it, and breaks away rapidly.

"you knew? you knew I liked you?" "I guessed, mainly by the way you look at me while we shower or when we change in front of each other, or maybe by the way you stared at me all night tonight, and practically killed one of my mechanics when he lifted me up before"

Bez is smiling once more, Pecco is going insane. He kisses him again, this time more secure, more everything.

And Bez never stops smiling, not even when he can feel Pecco's dragging him to his motorhome, his bed, onto his lap.

uhm so this has been sitting there for like A WEEK but I finally managed to be inspired enough to write something. which I hope it's good cause it was like a flow of thoughts that came to me

Send me a Ship name and a Number and I'll write a kiss

[papercutsunset]

Right As Rain

FFF 261: Maybe One More

This is a piece for @flashfictionfridayofficial, clocking in at 1000 words. I'd say more but it's 2:16 AM, I'm worn out from crying and chlorine, and I have to pee very badly, so I shan't.

There could be content warnings for this one; there's some mentions of vomiting and some depictions of internalized aphobia in here. (Jeanette has issues with both. She's an anxious little wreck. I'll fix her someday, when she's not Schrodinger's superhero.) (I've been on a superhero kick. I started one for last week's prompt, just to complete it, but you know im not going to finish it.)

“Why can't I come over?” Simon whines through the speaker. 

“I already told you,” Jeannette laughs. She cradles the phone against her shoulder, clumsily putting the fastener by her mask’s bridge mound back in place with chipped tweezers. “It's not a good time.” 

“Why not?” 

“It's just not! I don't feel well, my room's a wreck, my dad is pissed at me—” 

If her life were a movie, Jeanette likes to think it would make some crisp cinematography choices. The twinging 1960s pop slipping out of the whirring CD player on her desk’s corner would kick up into an indie pop inferno and there would be a series of small cuts away from its coyly-placed view of a normal teenage girl tending to her abnormal hobby. When she said she doesn't feel well, the camera would cut to Omega Satyr kicking her in the kidney ten minutes ago; at the state of her room, maybe there would be a small clip of her stumbling in through the window, trying to get her dumb boots off, and leaving pieces of Jawbone all around her already-messy room like a gas mask can be dirty laundry; and when she mentions that her dad’s upset, it would cut to an imposing man in voluminous black robes pointing angrily into the depths of the sewers she accidentally got them lost in today.  

In the spirit of cinema, she holds up a tooth on her desk. Hers.

Does she feel at all? Pain, sure, but… Does she feel anything for Simon in the way she's supposed to? Does she feel anything other than disappointment when she tries?  “Mostly, though, I just don't feel well.” 

“Boo. You suck.” 

“I don't deserve this slander, Simon. And I think I'm going to throw up again.”  None of it's serious. That's why it's so easy to talk to him; that's why it's so easy to keep this going. 

“I-swear-to-god, that's not a stomach bug.” 

“And you still love me,” she reminds him. Her stomach twists at the thought. She isn’t sure why. 

“Yeah,” he says, after a moment. “I love you, Jeanette.” 

“I love you, too. Goodnight, Simon. Have fun watching Back to the Future again. Without me.” 

“Sleep well. Don’t stay up too late listening to that shitty Sheila Guthrie album.” 

“Hey! Sheila Guthrie is amazing.” 

“Who the fuck is Sheila Guthrie? Nobody’s heard of her.” 

“You’ve heard of her.” 

“Yeah,” he reminds her, as always, “because I’m dating you.” 

“Well, she’s good. For that matter, so is—” 

“And so is whatever else you want to tell me tomorrow, Jenny.” There’s a laugh in his voice. “Don’t forget, paper’s sending us out to the shoreline? To look at the plant? Just us interns?” 

“How lucky am I?” She wonders why it feels like an act. “I get to work at Crust Lust and I intern with my boyfriend and—” 

“And I’m hanging up on you because I love you too much to let this continue. I know you.” 

“Please cut me off,” she breathes. “Shit, Simon.” 

“Goodnight,” he laughs. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Sweet dreams.” 

With the swift, sudden sound of the disconnect, he’s gone. All she has left is her mess of a room; her mess of a life; and the refrain on the CD whirring: is he lonelier than me? 

If she listens to love songs, she can push through what she’s supposed to be doing. This is normal. This is what everyone wants. More than that, this is what she wants. She wants the swell of music as she swoops in, tumbling down his fire escape in the rain; she wants the lights to soften in the background of the shot; she wants the cacophony of the passing cars to fade away and the shimmer of a leitmotif as she takes his face gently and kisses him, telling him without words, this is me. Please see me as I am. Please see every part of me and love me anyway. And in turn, he kisses her harder, there in the rain, his gel melting and her curls flattened, in a moment where Simon Brown doesn’t care, for once, about how things look— I see you as plainly as you see me. 

Life isn’t condensed into a tight hour-and-a-half. Jeanette isn’t the friendly neighborhood superhero with bumbling charisma and useful powers. She’s a costume designer’s daughter. Her alter ego is most well-known for property damage and throwing rodents at a politician.  

With her mask fixed again, her weary, terrified face reflects in the hard green eyepiece. She can try to tell herself it isn’t true, but she knows. Behind the bravado and the tights, there is one central truth. The one thing she wants, she can’t have. 

So why does she keep pretending? How is it fair to him? If she knows she doesn’t love Simon— that she's incapable of falling in love ever— why does she keep saying she loves him? Why does she keep kissing him? Why does she keep listening to love songs and thinking that it’ll make her life align with their ethos? 

It’s the kind of thought that makes her stomach churn a little too much. She keeps it down this time. With the taste of bile in the back of her throat, Jeanette breathes deep and switches off the radio. After a gall-building second, she zips up her coveralls. She pulls her boots back on and fastens the buckles. She sweeps on her jacket; she adjusts the hood’s horns; and, after leaving a note for her father, she steps up onto her desk. 

She needs to help this city. That’s what her mother always says. If you’re out of your mind with worry, go help someone else for a while. Maybe she’ll forget it later, but she’s sure as shit not forgetting it now. 

There’s a lattice to climb down. There’s a world to save. If she tells herself the same thing enough times, it’s going to be right as rain. 

[olivia091108]

Drunken haze

Summary:you and Steve o on a night out

Word count: 1342

Pairing:Steve o x reader

The whole of the jackass crew was out celebrating the wrap of jackass the movie at a bar even tho we’re all so fucking tired. I wore a black mini skirt and a crop top which makes my boobs look tit-tastic and wearing some black boots suck look so sexy.

We all got here about 11:30 and got straight into shots before Chris dares me to do a suicide shot and he will buy me my next 5 drinks and that was a done deal even though it hurt like a Bitch all of them cheered me on though and I did try to convince Preston to do it with me but he pussied out

1:00am

Bams walked in carrying a skateboard he must’ve stolen from someone outside and I quickly grabbed my drink off the bar before bam skated across knocking loads of peoples drinks off.

I was dying of laughter clinging onto Ryan so I don’t fall when a biker started to chase bam around the bar cos he knocked his drink and wasn’t paying even though we all know bam has the money.

I don’t know what happened but bam walked back in through the front door and had a huge smile on his face he probably messed with the guy and did something horrible like usual.

1:30

The bar was still thriving which made it even harder for us to get served with the rest of the crowed shouting at the bar tenders to make their drinks. So we lifter wee man over and he grabbed a few bottles from behind the bar and passed them over quickly and we scurried to the back of the bar and I challenged Johnny to a bet

Who’ve can get darf out first chooses the losers punishment

“Dave come do shots!” I get Dave to do 4 shots with me bffs Knox drags him away and it goes back and forth and to be honest I thought darf would be here by now.

I head to the bathroom and as soon as I come out I see darf running about and sweating in peoples faces once he spots me he picks me up and drops me onto ehren and we just watch darf mess about.

“Darf I dare you to snort the salt”Steve o says already making a big line

This goes on for a good hour at least until he started to pick up the chairs and dash it across the bar probably hitting people and he had to be escorted out and Preston left with him saying that he needs to get up early. BORE

3:00

Let’s do some body shots bam shouts and they all get very excited to do it all hoping to do it with me.

Y/n since your the only lovely lady here were drawing tooth picks whoever gets shortest does it.

I slowly see each of their faces drop once they pick their stick until ryan happily shouts that he had the shortest.

Mom the table y/n Ryan tells me I can hear the excitement in his voice

Actually Dunn I was thinking that I do the body shot off you.

Alright but be warned I haven’t showed in a couple days.

I lick his neck and put some salt on put the lime in his mouth and then begin. I slowly lick off the salt making the group oooh and drink the shot no hands and take the kind out his mouth by kissing him a bit wich I hope he enjoyed.

The night carried on like this till 3:45 when everyone was getting tired and wanted to leave

Cmon guys one more hour

Nah it’s late I’m gonna pass out soon

I ahve press in the morning Jeff would kill me if I’m too hungover

Sorry y/n next time

With all of them leaving I knew who I could count on to stay. I grab Steve o’s hand and get on my knees and start begging him to stay

Steve o please you know how much fun we have don’t be boring just another hour.

“Yeah dude.” I jump up and fling myself onto him and he spins em round before we say bye and head back into the bar.

We drink a lot more and still ahve as much fun without them. With Steve o anything could be fun even doing bills he would do something to make me laugh.

5:00

We were the last two inside and they have been asking us to leave but we don’t want to just yet steve o even tried to but the bar so we could stay longer.

I climbed onto the bar and pretended to be a stripper on the counter but when the a manger came out and started to shout at us and call the police I grabbed some tequila and grabbed onto Steve o’s shoulder and he helped me jump down and we ran out of their even with my heals I could outrun him.

“Omg Steve I’m so hungry are you hungry?”

“I’m fucking starving”

“Let’s go and get a kebab”

5:30

We are walking down the street and both devouring the dinner kebab when Steve o makes me laugh so much and I put my hand out to grab onto the pole but miss it by a mile and I just feel my body collide with the floor.

It doesn’t even hurt i just start laughing and hear Steve o begin to aswell until he’s crouching holding his stomach. Once our laughter has died down i see that Steve o dropped the rest of the kebab and I roughly push him.

“M’ tired”

“Samesies my place isn’t far but help me take this stupid boots off please” I bat my eyes at him and he helps me take them off and we both start waking with my boots in my left hand and I try to dodge all the broken glass

It took us twice as long as it should’ve because we were winging to eatchother and he kept putting his whole body weight on me and I thought he fell asleep then and there.

We get to my apartment building and get into the elavator and one of the other men on my floor was in there he looks like he’s going to work. Steve o stands behind him and starts to copy him wich makes us both laugh before receiving a dirty look from him and the rest of the ride up we both laugh while shushing the other.

I fumble with the key and slip it into the lock and swing the door open “stevie cmon your gonna get cold” I grab his hand and pull him up from the floor which I’m sure he would’ve slept on

I keep ahold of his hand and keep a firm grip once his eyes latch onto the sofa and continue to pull him towards my room. We both flop down onto the top of the covers and I start trying to remove my uncomfortable party clothes. Once I slide off my skirt and top I’m left in just my thong and I move over to Steve o and help him get out of his clothes but he’s not moving so it’s a lot harder than I thought.

Stevie please just sit up for literally one second I’m tryna help. He does and I raise his arms and take off his shirt revealing his hot torso I then drag his jeans down leaving him in just his boxers.

“Thanks babe” I love when steve o calls me that even though he calls everyone that I feel special when he says it to me. I slide under the covers and steve o follows suite and he’s just as quick to push himself right up against me and wrap his arms round me and lay his head on my chest using my boobs as pillows and he starts to grope them whispering things to himself and soon we are both asleep when the sun starts to come up.

I love nights out with Steve o

Omg this is actually horrendous they barley even fancied eatchother and that maybe I’ll redo it or just fix it when I have the time

Speaking of I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a week I’ve had so much home work and I’ll try and post more often (I literally only have 19 followers don’t thing anyone noticed lol)

Requests always open 😁

-liv

[ch4rryc0smos]

SAUDADE | 03

STRANGER, WHO KNOWS ALL MY SECRETS.

synopsis ┊all the years that kept kenji sato and hazel vellichor apart, all the hours spent yearning, or not. all the time wasted, when they could be no more than a few metres apart. love didn't come to either of them naturally, but here they are, as life wrecks them, tests them, for everything they are, and need to be. hazel seemingly forgets him, and yet all he thinks about, is her. how would he feel if he was to know that his yearning is pointless? he doesn't know that it's not. that she's just trying to heal from the years she spent trying to figure out what's wrong with her. trying to heal, and she thinks it's even less possible when he walks back into her now perfectly created theatre play of a life. then he promises her love, healing, and kindness. all the lies she was used to. but a fool remains a fool, at least in her case. And she lets him back in.

genre ┊ childhood-friends-to-lovers, slight angst, tooth rotting & chaotic fluff, domestic fluff

pairing ┊ken sato x fem-self insert/oc, ken sato x public figure!self insert, ken sato x childhood-friend!self insert

warnings ┊ mild cursing, trauma, heavy topics (?), events in ultraman: rising take place alongside this story.

word count ┊1k

author's note ┊ i keep on forgetting to change things- it's driving me mad, i swear. sorry chat, but it's okay, happy reading! this one's a lot shorter btw

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As soon as she’s home. She has to ring up Maple, even though she doesn’t know how she’ll help. But talking to her always helps, so she takes the chance. Thankfully, it helps this time too. She has to tell Maple about how she thought Japan would be her safe space, again. How it had been when she was eighteen. When this was the first place she thought of.

And when she’d arrived, she somehow met Mr. Sato and through him, was able to explore her love for science and life, finding herself the father she never had, through the whole ordeal. 

She thinks she wants that support, from a father. From someone who’s a sort of guardian, for her. Her gran may not be here anymore, but she hopes that Mr. Sato can help. She doesn’t know what exactly she’ll say to him, but he’ll talk, and that’s enough. That’ll make her feel okay. She thinks.

She fumbles with her phone as she rings him up. He picks up rather quickly, but before he speaks, she can already hear sounds. She can hear the faint cheering… on what she assumes is a screen. 

Her stomach drops when she realises why it sounds familiar.

“Hey, Mr. Sato?” she calls out, curses herself for the way her voice shakes. Like a total fool. A mess. She hears some shuffling, and then a slight cough.

“Hazel! How are you?” she can hear his voice clearly from the other side. Something about it is truly comforting to her. 

For a moment she wonders where she should just lie to him. She could, but was it worth it? Should she come clean? Or should she beat around the bush? Her mind feels like a mushy mesh, and that’s the only thing she’s certain about, it seems. 

“I’m fine,” she opts to a lie. 

Apparently she’s gotten terrible at lying. Mr. Sato catches onto the way her hesitance bleeds into her words too quickly. He’s there to tell her off for it, but then that dies down, and he’s just worried. She feels bad for lying at all. So, she apologises.

And then she comes clean. She tells him about the game, and she’s worried when there’s silence from his side, but then it’s punctured with the clanging of metal, and then he’s asking her a question she is absolutely not ready for. 

She’s being asked if she knows Ken Sato. Well, yeah. He’s a famous baseball player, renowned, and she happens to have attended one of his games, just that day. She can’t tell how that’s relevant (of course it is, she’s known him her whole fucking life). Why is Mr. Sato bringing up her past? Her childhood? 

Surely he isn’t somehow connected to Ken.

It appears that, he is. She thinks she’s stupid to have not realised it. The same last name. Of course it could just be a coincidence, but in this instance, she doubts it is. She thinks everything’s aligning a bit too perfectly for it to just be a coincidence. Wishful thinking won’t help her now. 

Mr. Sato is hesitant, but then he drops a whole ass brick on her. That his son cut contact with him. Apparently Ken Sato is his son. 

Hazel can’t actually find it in herself to be surprised. No wonder Ken never mentioned his dad when they were younger. Hazel doesn’t revisit her past really, but she has clear memories of it. And she doesn’t remember more than one instance where Kenji mentioned his father in a conversation. The British woman, then, had thought that it was the same sentiment as hers, she thought it was normal for everyone to deal with what had become the norm for her. Apparently not. 

Hazel’s eyes flit around her room when she’s asked to somehow contact Ken. She doesn’t get how Hayao can trust her to do something like that. 

How does he know she’s not going to fuck something up? Why does he trust her with this? Goddamn, did he know about her? Did Emiko tell him—Maybe she was worrying too much. Mr. Sato had always been more decent than her parents could ever be. 

One thing leads to another, somehow she’s agreed to contacting Ken for Mr. Sato. Her finger hovers above the save button, his phone number dialled in. Hazel’s mortified. She doesn’t know how she’s going to do it. 

She misses him, maybe. She still wears the bracelet, but what if he’s not the same person anymore? Well, truth be told. Of course he wouldn’t be. He’d have grown up. He wouldn’t be the same person he was when he was eight. Hazel’s just a bit stupid, it seems. 

Lingering in the past when she vowed herself to leave it behind. To forget. 

But this agreement of hers leads her down a spiral. A downward one. One day she’s at his game, then she has his contact. And with some coercion from Maple, she’s sending him a text. 

She doesn’t expect a few texts to lead to her being asked to dinner with him. 

The most sensible thing she can do is call Maple. Who says it’s a date. It’s not a date. Hazel’s just doing what Mr. Sato asked of her, right? Right? Surely it can’t be anything more.

But why can it not? She can’t help but scold Maple. She also can’t tell Mr. Sato that she’s going on a date with her childhood friend whom she swore to forget. 

How time flies. 

She can’t tell how she ends up in this predicament. Well, she does. But it still is a bit of a surprise to her. She’s driving, to Ken’s place. For dinner, with him. She can’t decide if it’s fucked up, or if it’s how they’ll finally make up for lost time. A part of her really hopes it’s the latter. 

And the other part just wants to be done with it. Just get it over with, and never show her face up in public again.

Ironic, considering that she’s a public speaker.

ch4rryc0smos © 2024 … do not repost, alter, translate, or steal my work.

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Fifteen: Love Like You Pt. 4

“Damn it, Dolly, remind me to get an elevator installed here.” Envy narrowed their violent violet eyes at the last stretch of stairs.

 “No arguing with you there about the elevator. Now, let’s get down to business and hope to god it was just a dog.” Dolly carefully started going down the stairs to get the ordeal over with.

 “There better be a chimera alchemist down in that basement, if not, I’m going to have a field day brewing more horrible diseases to amuse myself with.” Envy growled under their breath as they followed Dolly down the stairs with Hughes’s following shortly after.

 “How exactly do you even make disease?” Hughes suddenly felt a pit in his stomach as Envy flashed a sharp tooth grin. “My, am I so flattered you asked! You know how viruses basically merge with cells? I simply manipulate the viruses I inject into my own body and using my shapeshifting skills, I can design fancy new diseases. It’s a fairly simple little process with amazing results in human suffering.” Envy bragged looking more like the horrid gremlin of designer diseases they are.

 “Envy, don’t you ever make yourself super ill after doing that?” Dolly watched Envy for a bit, concerned that Envy’s purposefully making themself ill to make others suffer. “Not always, the only time I did was the aforementioned rabies incident. I’ve learned not to repeat that one again.” Envy puffed their chest out a bit, trying to make themself look a bit bigger than they were.

 “Sounds like you want to try it again.” Hughes gave an unimpressed look at Envy who frowned deeply at being called out. “No I don’t, I’m fine and look how awesome I am now.” Envy hissed, clearly they didn’t learn a thing from the past incident.

 “Wait…you had rabies?” Said a rather concerningly unhinged voice in the void of the basement.

 The group of three went silent as they looked in unison towards the source of the messed up voice. Down below was the dread chimera Alchemist, Shou Tucker, massive dog-like body with an upside down man’s upper torso for a head. It was clear Tucker hadn’t been given any proper body care in a long time, mange had taken a rather devastating course on his body. The rotting smell from the lesions weaved in the air like baking garbage in the summer sun, Dolly having to cover her nose from the offensive odor. Tucker was in no less of a better term a complete disaster and even Envy started to feel a bit sorry for the bastard. That momentary sense of pity turned into homicidal rage as Tucker started hobbling towards them. Instinctively, Hughes’s hands were making their way to the hidden throwing knives and began to throw some warning knives to dissuade the horrible chimera father. It only stopped Tucker for a second or two before he just started laughing his mangled head off at the absurdity of the situation he was in. Hughes froze for a moment as Tucker the not so fluffy chimera kept laughing away.

 “Oh what joy, what fun, Hughes is a homunculus now! Tell me, how does it feel to be a fucking monster like me now?” Tucker finally spoke as his tired eyes focused on Hughes who looked even more pissed than before.

 “Now that’s just rude to call us monsters, after all we’ve done for you too like making you into something you like!” Envy opened their big mouth which earned them a rock being thrown towards them.

 “Damn it, where did he find the rocks?!” Dolly ducked as the rock sailed past and missed Envy who was now pissed.

 “You’d be surprised with what I can find down here lady and more! Like this old ax I’ve found in the basement closet.” Tucker revealed the ax, gripped tightly in his mange riddled monster paws. “Are you kidding me right now!? The previous Landlord hid his murder weapons down here!?” Envy dropped their library nerd disguise before leaping into the air to pounce onto the Chimera.

 “And now it’s a fight, Dolly, you can handle a fight, right?” Hughes asked as he got the knives ready, not wanting to hit Envy with his heat vision. “Yeah I can, but damn it, this better not attract any attention from the residences up above.” Dolly went to use her teleportation ability to scout out a weapon to use in combate.

 Envy had landed squarely on Tucker’s shoulders, balancing themself like a cat as they went into combat mode. Tucker swung the ax about precariously, taking out a beam in the process as Envy continued their dance of violence as they spun away from Tucker’s swings. Dolly silently watched in awe of Envy’s fighting style as she ever saw something like it before, pausing for a moment in her rummaging for a weapon. Hughes was rather annoyed that Envy was inadvertently acting like a meat shield for Tucker as he struggled to get a good aim in. To Hughes, Envy was a battle hog that didn’t really understand what teamwork was as they spun around to kick the ax out of Tucker’s hand. The ax sailed in the air for a few seconds before embedding itself into the boiler, unleashing a heated jet of steam right on through. Envy took some steam damage as they hissed violently, Tucker taking advantage of the steam filling the room to hide himself. There were some incomprehensible sounds coming from Hughes as he got into the steam filled battle grounds with a ticking time bomb known as a damaged boiler. Dolly quickened her hunt for a weapon as the steam filled the room, only to find a child who was barely past the age of four.

 “Oh this situation just keeps getting better, doesn’t it? Guys, I found a kid!” Dolly called out as she kept the kid close to her for safety. “Are you kidding me right now!? Yeah no he has to die right now!” Hughes began to see the rather lovely shade of red as his eyes slowly became a whitish tint of blue.

 “TUCKER YOU FUCKER COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME!” Envy roared, ignoring the fact there was a kid in the basement during this incident.

 “YOU GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER NINA!” Tuckered screamed as he revealed himself in the mist, close to where Hughes was. “...I thought she was dead?” Dolly muttered as she checked the child over for any injuries. “DID YOU FUCKING CLONE A REPLACEMENT OF YOUR LITTLE PRINCESS!?” Hughes went in to stab into Tucker and hang onto him. “I CAN REMAKE MY DAUGHTER AND MAKE HER EVEN BETTER THAN THE OLD ONE!” Tucker acclaimed as he attempted to take a swipe at Hughes with his diseased paws. ‘Somehow you managed to out terrible Hohenheim…’ Dolly thought to herself as she teleported herself with the child to the stairway.

 “AND THAT’S WHY YOU’RE AN ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PARENT!” Hughes began to climb up on Tucker’s massive body using the knives like a climbing tool. 

 Tucker let out horrific screeches as Hughes climbed on the back of the disgusting bio alchemist Chimera as his eyes focused on Dolly leading the clone of Nina out of the basement. Like a freight train, Tucker started charging for the stairs with intent of killing the person taking his homemade replacement daughter away. This act alone caused Envy to tense up in their frozen vacant stance of rage before they sprinted after Tucker. Not even a second passed before anyone could register what happened. Tucker had stopped in mid stride as a gaping hole was made with his heart sticking out clutched in angry, bloodied hands. Envy had found their motivation to kill once again as they retracted their hand from the vile chest and casually crushed the heart in their bare hands. It splattered the floor like a stepped on jelly donut as Hughes removed himself from the slowly dying chimera as he slumped against the floor. Jagged breaths came out of Tucker in short bursts of pain as his body started registering what had happened. Dolly sat still as she held the child rather close to her after witnessing what a pissed off Envy could do. “...I’m..in..pain…” Tucker gasped as he struggled to stay alive as Hughes stood above him with glowing eyes. “Hi in pain, I’m done.” Hughes menacingly said as the heat vision was unleashed onto his body, incinerating it saved for the promised skull being saved for Envy’s DIY purposes. 

 Hughes lifted the severed head as he got ready to hand it over to Envy who wasn’t focused on the head just yet. Instead, Envy without really thinking, made their way over to Dolly who had let go of the child to check on Envy. The steam burns were healing rapidly as part of being a homunculus, but Envy was very much gore covered from the heart ripping. Before Dolly could say anything to Envy, they simply pulled Dolly in close and held on tightly to her. Hughes watched in shock at what he was witnessing, the horrible little gremlin of a homunculus was actually hugging a person for once. Dolly, likewise, was caught off guard by the sudden hug, but slowly she returned the hug. Envy was shaking a bit, likely from the adrenaline rush coursing through their body as Dolly got covered in Tucker’s gore. This was the first for Dolly to witness Envy be frightened over something like it as she did the best to console Envy that she was alright and unharmed. As much as Hughes didn’t want to interrupt this emotional growth that Envy was experiencing, there was a far more pressing matter on hand.