#ooo had to stop reading and just face a wall

[simplyghosting]

You ever read a story that has a relationship dynamic that’s a little too close to a relationship dynamic you have in real life and you’re just

[tonycries]

FIVE! - C.K.

Synopsis. Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader 

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, bréeding, Choso with rings + a tongue piercing, creampíe, mentioned kids, cúmplay, he goes feraI, oraI (fem receiving), Itadori family shenanigans (mild spoilers for unc-kuna), overstím, fíngering, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Will I ever write a Choso fic without the Itadori family? No absolutely not.

4:37PM.

“Ooo, Cho can we check that place out?”

And, listen, just because Choso would give you the moon right along with his heart doesn’t exactly mean he’s jumping with joy when he follows your gaze to that gaudy little shop tucked away in a corner of the mall. Flashing a loud, glittering sign reading, “FORTUNES: FIND YOUR FUTURE!”

Traitorous memories flash through his mind with each step you drag him closer. Of all those fortune shops he’d frequented years ago, trying to figure out whether you’d say yes to a date - before even thinking of actually asking you. 

He won’t ask anything, Choso reassures, stepping through the heady, curtained doorway. Probably not anything, he’s musing, pulling out his wallet to pay for your session. Well, maybe some things, he concludes, eyeing the sprightly old woman that takes a seat opposite you two, peering down at her dramatically large glass ball on the table. 

But that doesn’t mean he’ll-

“Babies.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.” the woman gives a solemn nod. “Five of them.”

Both of you let out a squawk of surprise, much to the amusement of the fortune teller. And Choso can feel his palms getting sweaty against your own as he manages to croak out a low, disbelieving, “Five?”

All but toppling out of his seat in suspense as she takes a moment to scrutinize her orb once more. And, surely glass balls can glitch, right? Mix up fortunes or something? Because while he knows you’ll be by his side in this life and every other one after - kids were a whole other responsibility that neither of you had talked about, yet.

At least, that’s what Choso was trying to convince himself right before the woman lets out a thoughtful hum, “Well, you-” pointing a wisened, accusing finger right in his flushed face. “-want more - about eight - but, of course, your future wife says no.” Gesturing to your giggling figure, “Honestly, young man, learn to keep it in your pants, the poor dear!”

Shit, he was going to run away, do something to end up on the national news - and judging by the way you squeeze his hand, you could tell, too. 

Subconsciously, Choso’s eyes scan the wall for any hidden cameras, wondering what type of strange prank this was. It had happened once four years ago - and just-so-happened to be what made him give up and finally ask you out - but, hey, it made for a pretty great first date story, right?

Finding none, he sighs, barely opening his mouth to ask before she plows on, “And of course there’s only so many your uncle can piggyback at once, right? No matter how much that grump says he doesn’t like it.”

Right.

Of course.

Oh god, he thinks he could faint. 

Choso doesn’t dare say anything for the rest of the session, nor does he look directly in your eyes. Save for that one time to admire your delighted laugh when the fortune teller prattles on about how your kids will “fight his needy self for your attention.”

Not until the two of you are stepping back out into the too-bright mall, your fingers intertwined with his, voice sweet in his ear as you continue with your forgotten mission to find the good brownie mix for the family dinner tonight. 

“Eyes like yours and hair like mine.” You sigh, repeating what you’d heard mere minutes ago. Hooking a finger subtly into his belt loop, smirking, “Sooo, five, huh? You’re this worked up over that?”

“N-no.” Choso replies hastily, but the heavy gulp he takes is a dead giveaway he can’t stop thinking about tiny combinations of the two of you running around. Face too-hot, hands jittery, brows furrowed as he decides for the second time in his life that, yeah he’s never stepping foot inside a fortune shop again. 

You notice - of course, you do. 

Especially when he pulls you into the nearest changing stall, knuckle-deep inside your drenched panties, rings cool against your cunt, lips kissing at your throat. Ignoring your teasing complaints about “getting late”, despite how you’re letting him have his way. 

He feels the vibration of your voice under his hot tongue, laughing - even when he gives your pretty clit a little pinch. “Five.”

And through it all, he can’t help but think - hypothetically, of course, that he hopes they all have your laugh.

---

7:16PM.

Honestly, the one thing that made the Itadori residence more of a home to Choso was having you there. Even when you’re standing with him outside the front door, letting out a sigh as you glare at your sad excuse for brownies.

“Ugh, Cho, we totally burnt them.” you grumble up at your boyfriend. “Your dad is gonna hate it and Sukuna’s gonna make fun of me and-”

“Sukuna can try.” Choso hits the doorbell once more, sure that the ruckus inside was too loud to even think over. “And he probably will.” Before turning back to your adorable pout, and ah he can’t stop himself from cupping your face, smoothing over that furrow in your brow. He leans in to give your lips a chaste peck, “But, he’s still gonna steal some. N’ dad’ll love it, and you already know gramps is gonna sneak in some even though his doctor told him not to.” He’s getting out through kisses, pulling your giggling face closer to his. “And we’ll be lucky to get any before Itadori inhales them.”

He ends his little speech with a slow, lingering kiss. Sliding his soft lips across your now much happier ones. Dancing a hand down to pull your hips closer, murmuring throatily, “N’ most of all, I’m gonna love ‘em, baby.”

You gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pressing just at the hem of your panties through your dress, “You’re- you’re too much.” You hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. “But, the brownies really are-”

Slam!

“Yeah yeah, Jin, the brats are finally here, jus’ fucking on the porch!” 

If there’s anything Choso’s learned from all the times you’ve had dinner with his family, it’s that 1. Yes, the brownies - as burnt and questionable as they were - will always turn out to be a hit in the Itadori household. 2. You were really, really too perfect for your own good, even amidst the chaos. 

“Oh no, let me.” you flash Jin a beaming smile, taking over the well cleared-out plates to the kitchen. Only to be followed by an enthusiastic Yuji almost tripping over his own feet to help you out. 

“You got a good one there.” Choso snaps out of his soft stare to whirl around at where his grandpa was seated next to him. He tips his head over to where you were chattering animatedly with the younger boy taking your load of dishes. “Real lovely. Though, the desert I’m assuming you helped out with.”

Jin pipes up, “Bah! I thought that liquorice was great.”

“They were…brownies.” Face burning, he stammers, knowing full well that you were the one that forgot them in the oven. “And uh y-yeah, you got me…”

And, of course, because it’s a family dinner, Sukuna has to lean over to rile him up. Interjecting teasingly, “Then you best wife that cute lil’ thing up before those baking skills of yours make ‘em run off n’ find someone that can bake.” He smirks devilishly, eyes flitting to the view of the kitchen, “And…”

“And?”

“-is fuckin’ great with kids, too.”

Several things happen at once - the words are barely out of Sukuna’s mouth before he’s being swatted over the head. Hard. After all, being the nicer of the two doesn’t make Jin Itadori forget his roots as the older brother.

And Choso’s jaw is dropping into a soft oh! Not at the unusual display of strength, no, instead it was at the heavenly scene before him.

He swears, the lights grow just a bit brighter and the world becomes a little rosier at the sight of you teaching an eager Yuji the correct way to scrub strainers. Gently guiding the boy until that confused furrow between his brow disappears. “Yeah, just a bit more on the side and you’re done!”

He gives you a very soapy high-five, “You’re literally a lifesaver, Kugisaki was just making fun of me for this the other day.” Moving onto the rest of the workload, “‘Can’t do shit’ gonna show her, seriously. Thank you mom- uh-”

Yuji freezes. You freeze. And it seems that everyone in the world might’ve frozen, except for Sukuna who was still rubbing that bump on his head. 

And you, of course, promptly cutting off the flurry of apologies that looked like they were about to burst from Itadori’s lips. Smiling at the flustered boy softly, “Well…good job, Yuji.” you bump his hip. “And now onto the blender.”

“AW, MAN.”

Suddenly, everything was normal again. Except for Choso - definitely not Choso. 

Mom? 

So utterly, completely not Choso when everyone’s still talking downstairs, and he’s not. Making some cheap excuse about a ‘bathroom break’, which really didn’t explain why he covertly drags you behind him by the hand. All but shoving you into his childhood bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as he could without alerting anyone of your tryst. 

“Ch-Cho-” you squeal when he pushes you against the wall, dropping down to his knees with a fervor that makes you wince. But if it hurt, then Choso doesn’t show it - doesn’t show anything but pure need when he bunches your dress up at your waist. Soft tongue darting out to glide along your drenched slit, “What’s gotten- hngh- into you?”

The only response you get is a murmured growl of something you can’t bother deciphering. And he doesn’t give you any other, either - sluggishly nudging away your panties to admire your glistening cunt. 

So close. Just hovering over your puffy folds, smiling at the way they only get wetter at his hot breath, “Five.”

Too close. Glossy pink lips falling slack to wrap around your clit and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Though, it was more of a bang. And an even louder voice from outside, “OI, you brats better be decent, gramps found some dusty old albums n’ wants you two down.”

---

9:02PM.

“Awww, this is from his first fight with Yuji- yes, Choso so what if I took a picture?” Jin excitedly points to a photo on the page, “Yuji was the one with a bruise, but Choso was the one bawling.”

You titter at the glossy picture, a confused-looking Yuji as a toddler, being smothered by his older brother in a hug - big, fat tears running down his pouty cheeks. Adorable. And somehow that encounter with the fortune teller today rings in your mind - wonder if your kids would have those same eyes?

“As cute as ever, huh?” your gaze dances across all the gems of childhood on the page. 

“Disagreed.” Sukuna leans over, no matter how much he’d like to pretend he wasn’t interested in these albums. “Look how attached the lil’ anklebiter used to be.” A painted nail pokes at one of Choso on his uncle’s shoulders, tiny fists happily gripping onto pink hair - much to his disgruntlement. “And then I look over at him now and-” He glances over at the man in question, very much unamused. “Well. That’s disappointing.”

Choso rolls his eyes, “What’s disappointing is how you’re this old but still can’t find a-” 

“Ooo look this is from when he’d run away during bath time!”

That album is snatched so fast out of Jin’s hands that you wonder whether it might just be your imagination. But you look over at a red-faced Choso, seeing him hold it way above your heads. Muttering out a hasty, “I think that’s enough photo time.”

Amidst the collective groans of disappointment - even Sukuna lets out a low huff, you hadn’t gotten to those ugly matching Halloween costume pictures yet - only Yuji speaks up, “Do you think I’d be like that, too?”

Sukuna scoffs, “What? An emo bastard? Might just work out for ya, kid, the dumbass look isn’t doing you any favors.”

Yuji juts his chin in indignance, “No- we already have Fushiguro for that.” Tilting his head over to the album still tight in Choso’s clutches. “Do you think your kids would like me? Would I be that cool favorite family member?”

“No way, brat. It’ll be me.”

Choso’s grandpa also chimes in as well, “Huh? No, I’d be the favorite.”

“Gramps-”

“Says who?”

“DISRESPECT TO YOUR ELDERS!”

“Hey!” Everything turns to Choso, startled at his sudden outburst. Tension crackling as he pokes a thumb at his chest, “I’d be their favorite. For all five of them.”

And you knew a fist or two to be thrown, hell, you half-expected the album to be used as some type of weapon. Because before you knew it, Sukuna was on Yuji, and both Yuji and Choso were on Sukuna. Falling to the floor in a tangled pile while his grandpa sat on the sidelines, chanting an elated, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Ah, it’s times like this that you wonder how Jin Itadori really had the patience. Because with all the grace that was lacking in the current scuffle on the living room floor, he claps his hands loudly. “Alright. Perhaps Choso’s right, that’s enough photo time for tonight.” He plucks the album out of a dazed Choso still gripping onto it, before moving to walk out. “And for the record-” Flashing you all a devious smile which suddenly had you remember that shit, him and Sukuna were twins, after all. “-I’d be the favorite.”

The arguments that followed were ones you had to record on your phone to giggle at later. And, yet, through it all, the only thing you could truly focus on were Choso’s words - all five of them.

Fuck. You were truly, irrevocably so fucked, and one sideglance at the pretty pink blush burning at the tips of Choso’s ears told you he wasn’t faring any better. 

You jolt when his hand wraps around your waist - nothing out of the ordinary - but what was was the way he strayed past their usual perch at your hip, trailing slightly above to just caress your stomach. Something so electric in those eyes when they catch yours briefly. 

All five of them, huh?

---

9:37PM. 

SLAM!

“Cho, why’d you-”

“Shut up.”

You don’t know what’s hitting you first - his lips crashing against yours, or the realization that this was Choso. Dark eyes half-lidded, skin burning, breaths heaving with the fervor he was drinking you in with. 

“What-” you yelp when he pulls away lazily to suck on your lower lip. “What got-” Only to come clashing back down again, drawing out all the air in your lungs as he blindly shoves the two of you against the nearest wall. “What got into you this- mmpf-” And again it’s like Choso didn’t want you to talk - could bare another word in your sweet voice for fear of poking some deep, visceral part of himself awake. 

This time, not even daring to break the kiss, he pants into your open mouth, “Shut up.” So bruisingly sloppy, “Please.”

And oh he was so very determined to have it that way, because all you can do is let out breathless gasps when his hands dance down your body. Handling you so rough with the way he snaps the neckline of your cute lil’ dress, kneading your breasts, your hips. Everywhere and anywhere he could reach until he makes his way down to cup your already-damp cunt through your panties. “-because tonight m’gonna have her talking.”

Choso pushes his hips against yours with a strained grunt. Lips curling into a sinful leer when all you can do is gasp at the outline of his thick erection through his pants. Grinding down onto his palm subconsciously, dragging your sloppy pussy. 

“Shit.” Choso immediately brings his hand up to admire - now all glistening with a sheen of your syrupy slick. Looking you right in your glassy eyes as he pops a wet finger into his mouth. His own rolling to the back of his head, “Oh shit.”

Oh, he was going to enjoy this. So very, very much.

“Turns out…” he trails off, cutting himself off by dropping to his knees. Hard. Large hands groping your ass closer to his greedy mouth, “-she says we got some unfinished business.”

You whine when Choso hooks an index underneath the mound of your drenched panties sliding it along your puffy folds. All the way up until he was nudging at your pretty clit, then down, down, down until you were just coating his fingers. 

“Ngh- Cho-” your knees weaken, when his hot breath hits your pussy. And he notices - of course he does. Circling his muscled arms around your legs to hold you up, “Oh my god s’too much.”

Too much? He’s barely even getting started. And he tells you that - slurs it between his sharp canines biting down on the thin fabric of your panties. He tugs with his teeth, “M’gonna- fuck you smell so heavenly- m’gonna ruin you.” 

You whimper in disbelief. Knowing he was too entranced with your cunt to tease you again, you mewl, “Wh-what’s got you this- fuck- worked up, Cho?”

The only response you get is a throaty growl - like the mere idea of the answer to that has Choso losing his sanity. 

And, honestly he feels like he’s lost it already. Instead, taking his time to watch the way your slick beads through the see-through fabric with each passing second. Breaths coming out in little puffs as he pulls your panties back every-so-slightly and-

“Fuck!”

And then he’s pulling - ripping your poor panties to shreds. Cock twitching wildly at the strings of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric. Mouthwatering. 

Your panties lay in tatters on the floor. The cold air hitting you right along with his steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Smearing it across your folds with his thumbs as Choso repeats a single, jagged whisper, “Five.”

But you barely even have the time to register his response before he’s diving nose-deep into your dripping cunt. You don’t even know if he took the time to breathe - hell, he was kissing your puffy folds like he didn’t need to breathe. 

“Shouldn’t have taken me to ngh- that fortune shop.” his lips mesh sloppily with yours. “Shouldn’t have gone to dinner, too.” Licking down your folds, the cold metal of his piercing making your head spin. “Fuckkk we shouldn’t have. Ohhh we shouldn’t have- ”

He can’t help but let out a guttural, fucked-out little grunt at the sight. Looking right up into your glassy eyes as the tip of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit. On purpose. 

You buck your hips deeper into his pretty face, mewling. “O-oh. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Letting him lick so filthily all over your clit - your folds - just barely dipping into your hole like he couldn’t decide. And it finally sets in that just maybe you weren’t getting off easy this time. “Five?”

And fuck you can feel the way Choso grins against your pussy, wrapping his now-glossy lips around your clit to suck so harshly.

“Mhmmm.” he moans, cheeks hollowing as he tugs on your poor, ravaged clit. Rolling his tongue - the ball of his piercing - right across the sensitive bud in just the way he knew you liked. “Shouldn’t have put those thoughts in my head, baby.”

Oh.

Oh, shit. Five. 

You definitely weren’t making it out alive today.

The same sentiment seems to ring in Choso’s pussydrunk head as he pulls away with a lewd squelch to grin up at you. So fucking pretty with his eyes miles away, hair messily framing his smudged eyeliner. Lips all puffy and glistening, your slick covering the lower half of his face, his chin - some even on his jaw like Choso was trying to get messy on purpose. “Ya finally got it, baby? I could feel her gettin’ wetter.”

You did. How could you not?

You jump when Choso reattaches his lips, this time bullying his tongue past your folds, into that first, feeble ring of resistance. Stretching out your sopping entrance on his tongue in persistent, rough pushes. “Seems she hngh- really likes the idea, hm? Of me breeding this lil’ cunt?” he moans, muffled with the way he was thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper with each second. Roaming for those cute sensitive spots he knew so well, “N’ who am I to say no to the fuck- mother of my kids?”

“There! Oh my god there-” you cry when his piercing just hits at your g-spot. “I-I thought you ngh- didn’t want kids, Cho–”

As if to prove you wrong, Choso’s only curling his tongue deeper into your walls. Squeezing past your walls to fuck you exactly the way he wanted to with his aching cock right now. Hitting that magic spot again and again and-

“Oh yeah? Seems-” Like he was fucking addicted, Choso surges forward again. And again. And again and again so deep that you could feel the curve of his chin, each and every movement of his jaw. “Seems the last five hours were a bit- eye-opening. Fuck- you’re squeezin’ me s’fucking- mmf- tight”

And it was true - your walls were milking Choso’s tongue so hard you half-lucidly wondered whether it didn’t hurt. Whether his tongue wasn’t cramping up at this point, lips aching. 

But if they did, then Choso acted the exact opposite. Nails leaving neat little patterns on the plush of your hips as he makes you ride his face harder. 

“Cho!” you buck your hips wildly when that wasn’t enough for your needy boyfriend either. Big, fat tears of overstimulation rising up to your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your pulsing clit. Rings cold against your cunt when he starts to draw urgent, messy little circles in time with his tongue.“Oh fuck-” 

“Five.” he’s spitting into your cunt when your thighs start trembling beside his head. Jaw sagging open so lewdly as he gets faster - sloppier. Fuck any rhythm or reason. “Five.” he moans, sounding as strained as you felt - as taut as a tightrope right now with each drag of your sloppy cunt over Choso’s ravenous mouth. Greedier - letting your slick run all the way down his wrist now with how messy he was getting. “Five.” he whispers, when you finally cum. 

And shit, you’re such a vision when you do. Tears springing to your eyes, fingers tightening on Choso’s hair. Letting out such cute sobs of his name, hips moving out of control all over his mouth while he still pulls and pushes his tongue into your gummy walls. Fucking you so obscenely through your high. 

“Yeah? You all done with the first one, baby?” he rasps, giving your sensitive cunt one, last peck at your delirious nod - and another extra, just to watch you squirm. “Then-” Choso does the same up your body, pressing his lips to your stomach, “-you can-” the valley of your breasts. “-take responsibility.”

That’s all it takes for Choso to easily throw you onto his sculpted shoulders like some ragdoll. Taking long, urgent steps towards the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be your couch. 

“Cho- slow-” you squeal when he throws you onto the cushions. “-down.”

And he does anything but. Barely paying attention to your zipper when he pulls off whatever’s left of your dress, throwing it god-knows-where behind him. “I’ll buy you a new one when we go pregnancy shopping.”

Choso lets out a long, strained groan when he unbuckles your bra. “Gonna be so pretty as a mama.” Large, soft hands coming to knead and guide your pretty nipples into his mouth, “Gonna be- fuck- so pretty with these all full.” 

And you can only watch, jaw-dropped, as Choso sucks on your tits. Eyes rolling to the back of his head with how harsh he was - as if he was trying to get out milk. Needing to feel it - to taste it on his tongue. 

“And this- oh this-” A hand sneaks its way down to splay out over your stomach. Pressing down, hard. “So round and full with my kid.” He manages to grit out over the metal clinking of his belt, “They’ll look at you and all they’ll see is me.” He pauses, feeling something crinkle in his pocket - a shiny condom. One that Choso chucks along with your dress, “Fuck, they’ll see me. Know how I ruined you. Me me me me-”

Fuck- 

You’re so caught up in Choso’s sinful little mutters that you barely even noticed he’d pull down his pants - just enough for his rock-hard erection to spring free. And he looked so painfully hard, such an angry red at his weeping tip, leaking all the way down, down, down those prominent veins. 

Twitching upwards at the mere sound of your voice, “Why don’t you p-prove it then, Cho?”

You broke him. You were sure you broke him. 

The words have barely left your lips before Choso’s fist is squeezing at the drenched base of his cock. Angry. Desperate. 

All but cumming on the spot when he glides his fat head along your slit - letting your cunt drool all over him before-

“F-fuck-”

“Shhh baby, I know I know.” his mouth crashes against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on your tongue while he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. Inch by fucking inch. And whatever’s remaining of Choso’s sanity knows he should slow down, let you breathe, maybe stretch you out more - but how could he when he physically can’t. “Fuck- too- too good. God, I have t-to do this more often.”

Your raw cunt too heavenly that he genuinely can’t stop his hips from splitting you apart deeper, from spreading your thrashing legs so far apart it burned.

From feeling the way you’re torn between taking more and flattening your feet to push away- Letting out a strangled groan, “No no no no no- don’t you take this pussy away. How else will I breed her?” He runs his delirious mouth, strong arms just dragging you across the couch back onto his mean cock. “Need this- need this so bad. Fuck-” Choso throws his head back as your cunt sucks up his leaky tip. “-oh god think m’gonna die if I don’t get to breed this pretty pussy. To give her my kid.”

Pushing in small, sharp jabs to bully himself inside, having your puffy folds bulge so obscenely around his cock. Quivering and struggling to take him all. Not even a quarter of the way in yet he was pushing in and out in and out in and-

“Oh- please-” you claw down his toned back, his waist, onto the biceps that were pushing your knees up for easier access, all the way until they were at your tits. Folding you into a tight mating press, “Cho–”

Ah, that little nickname always did things to him. And Choso nuzzles the crook of your neck gently - the exact opposite of his hips, leaving faint, dark streaks of eyeliner on your skin. “What is it? What do you hngh- want, baby? I’ll give ya anything.”

And maybe you were a mastermind. Maybe you were an idiot. Because you hum into his ear, sending goosebumps rising down your boyfriend’s spine, “Wan’ five of them.”

If you thought you broke him before then you fucking ruined him now.

Because in one, harsh thrust he’s bottoming out - feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs, your hazy brain. And the stretch - fuck. You could feel each and every dip and curve of Choso’s girth, thrumming against your plushy walls. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, stretching you out like such a slut. 

It was all Choso could do to echo, over and over like some type of mantra. “Finally- Five, huh? Five- Fuck!” Leaving little bruises on your thighs from spreading them apart so hard. “Gonna give you five- fuck- five.”

Each word was punctuated by a long, mean thrust, not daring to reel back until Choso could feel his fat head kiss your poor cervix, and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

It was starting to take a toll on your ability to speak in coherent sentences - as expected, of course. 

“Oh- ngh- Cho, s’too deep. Too- ah-” you blubber tearily, heels digging into his shoulders. And he only fucks you harder into the couch. Bouncing you so rough on his swollen cock. 

“Too deep?” Choso mutters, sounding genuinely surprised. As if to confirm for himself, he trails up a hand to feel for where he knew he was leaving loving little marks on your cervix. Pressing down. “How are ya- hah- how are ya gonna let me breed this cute cunt if even this is too deep, huh?”

You don’t have the ability to answer even if you wanted to - because Choso starts to toy with your still-sensitive clit. Sending flashes of white-hot pleasure with each roll of his ringed thumb over it. Tiny, incessant circles.

He coos over your lewd ah! ah! ah! “Awww. My baby can’t s-speak anymore?”. The curve of his dick fucking you so dumb, massaging your tight walls, hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. “S’alright, jus’ let me hah- take care of it, okay? Jus’ let me paint this oh- heavenly pussy white.” Choso’s knees dig into the cushion as he angles his hips ever-so-slightly to hit that one-

“Fuck! Oh fuck- Cho–”

Found it.

“C’mon, baby.” Choso moans into the valley of your breasts, hips out of control now. Free hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to peer into his dark gaze. “L-look at me. Fuck- look at the future father to your kids.”

All while his thick tip hit your g-spot over and over and- 

And oh how he loved how fucked-out you looked already. Capable of only giving him bleary, cockdrunk heart-eyes as he milks himself on your sloppy cunt. He couldn’t think straight - doesn’t think he’s been able to since five hours ago. 

Since he’s been wrecked with thoughts of how he’d do their hair and you’d pick them up from school. And how Yuji would be the best uncle and- Fuck, how he wanted those five kids with you - maybe even more- 

“More?” you gasp. And Choso lets out a guttural groan when you clench so sinfully around him in surprise. Fucking you so filthy, “M-more kids?”

Choso only drawls out a low, “Mhmmmm.” Pinching your clit faster between two fingers to shut up those cute whines because shit- he could cum from just how tight you were squeezing him. But refuses to before the mother of his kids. “Ya don’ ngh- wan’ me to? Don’ want me to fuck a baby into you?” 

You’re crying out harder when he speeds up. Rocking your sloppy cunt so harshly, making sure your poor pussy will remember him for a long, long time. Just trying - needing - to make himself cum. To fill you up with his seed till you can’t take it anymore. “I- ngh- do!”

And it takes everything in Choso to pull away from your ravaged tits, connecting his sweaty forehead with yours. Whispering, “How many?”

“As- fuck-”

“Mhm?”

“As many as you want- hngh-”

That’s all it takes for Choso’s body to bow, teeth digging in right above that rapid pulse on your neck so hard you wondered whether it drew blood. Hips stuttering, giving your sensitive spot one last, harsh kiss.

This time, when you cum you see white flashes behind your eyes - or maybe that was just Choso. Because the sight of you falling apart on his dick was all it takes for him to as well. Hard. Almost painfully so. 

Eyeliner running down his cheeks now with each thick, hot rope of seed he was filling your snug cunt up with. Those cushions below the two of you the last thing on his mind right now as he holds your trembling hips still, fucking his cum deeper and deeper.

The hand on your stomach pushes down, watching awe-struck at how your bloated cunt just coats him in cum. Dribbling down the side of your puffy folds, forming a creamy ring at his base.

“Oh!“ your jaw falls slack at how animalistic it felt. At how slutty your overfilled pussy felt, drooling all down your legs - and his. Onto Choso’s painfully squeezing balls as he fucks you like an animal. Again. And again and-

Again. He was speeding his hips up again. 

Then it’s like something snaps - Choso’s restraint, your sanity, and the couch. Fuck, his hips were so harsh that the couch was sagging entirely too much on your end.

This time, wrangling your legs around Choso’s waist, lifting your limp body up into Choso’s arms before you can react - squirming at the way he still doesn’t bother to pull out. Letting your cum gush all the way down his still-hard dick. 

Hands spreading your puffy folds apart, making such a mess of cum down below as he drags himself across your walls. Like he was marking you from the inside out - and he was.

“Didn’t think we were ngh- done, did you?” Choso’s lips graze your swollen ones. “After all, I did promise five.” Softly pooling a stray tear onto his tongue, piercing burning into your heated skin. “N’ we gotta practice for that, too, right?”

---

“The photo albums, really? Honestly, dad, you might as well have just gone and just outright told them.”

The older man only waves a hand dismissively, turning back to his favorite late-night show, “I’m not getting any younger here. N’ I’d like to see some grandkids before I see the pearly gates.”

Jin only sighs, but doesn’t disagree - after all, he couldn’t deny his father what he himself has been dreaming about ever since Choso finally plucked up the courage to actually ask you out. Yet he persists, “But honestly, Sukuna - you were teasing him a bit too much.”

Sukuna grunts, “Teasing? What teasing?” Crossing two big arms across his chest, “From the way they ran outta here, I suspect he should be thanking me.”

“Well, the true MVP - as the kids say - is this one-” Grandpa Itadori points at a rather oblivious Yuji. ‘Real nice improv to the plan, kid.“

Who only shakes his head before looking around the room for any answers, “Huh, wait. What plan? Did I miss some plan?”

“Ahem- no. Nothing.” Jin coughs, swiftly moving along the conversation above Yuji’s confused protests about what secret plan there was and why. “But, really, it should be that fortune teller you hired, Sukuna. Bit over-the-top honestly, but Choso was telling me all about her and you must’ve gotten a real convincing actress.”

Rolling his eyes, “Huh, I didn’t hire her, I thought that was the ol’ man’s work?”

“Now why would I go looking for actresses, my wife would just haunt me from the grave.”

The silence that follows is a heavy one as it slowly dawns upon everyone in the room - except for a still-floundering Yuji - that this was in no way a creative improvisation to the aforementioned plan. Not at all, really.

Oh. 

Wow. Five…really?!

“GUYS WHAT WAS THE PLAN?”

A/N. This got wayyyyyy longer than I expected lmao.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

Hiiiii! I read your cozy Starscream comfort fic on Ao3 and have followed you here :3

You mentioned being open to writing prompt requests; if this one strikes your fancy, I have one for you!

Prompt:

Something comforting about a Human!Reader who lately feels overlooked because they are inclined to be quiet in a group, and their shyness means they don't speak up or assert themselves unless something is really, really important. They listen far more than they speak. And even when they do speak up in a group... it's like no one hears them often times, and they get talked over.

Starscream, Soundwave, Optimus, or Mirage, if either of those four 'bots stir your muse?

Ahhh! Thank you for your request, and I’m sorry for the wait. I haven’t had the opportunity to write for Soundwave, OP, or Mirage so I’ll do blurbs for all four, but you mentioned Screamer is one of your favorites, so I made his a little longer! I hope you enjoy!

Soundwave (G1) WC: 608

The Decepticon site of operations is lively in the face of the most recent win against the Autobots, meaning high grade is being passed around like no one’s business. As the resident human, on site to assist the Decepticons with tasks that only small hands can manage- even smaller than the minis and the cassettes can manage. Only problem is- with how tiny and squishy you are, it is important that the cons watch their step- a task they frequently forget to do, even the Leader of the Decepticons himself, who made the declaration. 

With the high grade flowing and inhibitions lowering, the pedes around you hold no caution, making it obvious your… friends(?) have forgotten your existence… again. Having had enough of nearly becoming a smear on the floor, you make your way to the side of the room and press yourself to the wall as you scooch your way to the doorway. As soon as you make your escape from the room, you slam into someone’s shin and fall back on your rear.

“Inquiry: Why are you distressed?”

Looking up, the one and only Soundwave looking down at you with his helm tilted, a reminder that you’re so small and often forgotten surges through you and forces your eyes to well up with tears. It was such an odd feeling, crying at the pedes of one of the high command officers, who you can only imagine is staring blankly at you through his visor. Instead of waiting for any answer, the mech lifts you with his thumb and index digit and carries you away from the scene. It’s hard to keep track of where he’s taking you, your blurred vision keeping you from mapping his walking patterns.

After a few moments, your tears have slowed enough for you to wipe them away, just in time to see Soundwave briefly stop before a door and have him open it with a couple of buttons on the wall. Walking in, you notice Frenzy and Rumble in a halfhearted argument, Lazerbeak perched on the edge of the rather large berth, and Ravage curled up in the middle who, upon hearing Soundwave’s return, lifts his head to regard him. The Commander approaches his berth, Ravage moving temporarily before curling up in his master’s lap, once he made sure you were comfortable. Rumble and Frenzy grinning, their previous conversation dropped at the prospect of a recharge of a new entertainment source, run and climb their way onto the berth on either side of Soundwave, and on his shoulder, Lazerbeak finds his new perch.

“Ooo, is the human going to tell us about human stuff?” Frenzy’s grin doesn’t waver as he leans in toward you. Normally, the cassettes are much too wrapped up in either infighting or Soundwave’s orders, so they don’t really talk to you much, unless you’re needed for something.

“They will speak if they want. Or they can recharge.” Soundwave, as per usual, speaks plainly- it would be easy to misunderstand his tone for uncaring curtness, if you didn’t know him and the care for his cassettes better. 

Rumble and Frenzy both look to you, hopeful, and even Ravage, with his head in your lap, looks up to you in mild interest. It was a nice change of pace in comparison to the giants who would often forget you were even there. It briefly occurred to you to thank Soundwave later for not only helping you get away from the so-called party, but giving you some well-needed attention. You smile gently to the cons looking to you and clear your throat,

“Um… well, what would you like to know?”

Optimus (TFP) Gender-neutral reader WC: 692

“I’m not sure if that’ll work, Ratchet.” Arcee peeks around the medic’s frame, looking at the plans for intercepting a possible shipment of energon the Decepticons were planning on transporting, if their movement patterns indicated anything. You look at the computer from your spot on the raised platform, trying to make sense of the plan Ratchet had input.

“Maybe if-” You spoke up, albeit softly, trying to find a compromise, though you’re promptly cut off by the previously mentioned mech.

“And I’m not sure when I asked for your opinion, Arcee. Shouldn’t you be looking over your ward?” Ratchet snaps back, tired and obviously agitated by the state of the Autobot’s own energon storage. 

“Ratchet, that seems a little-” You try again.

“I’m just saying. It’s not like you’re on the field much- there are better ways to plan an interception of Decepticon forces.” The blue and pink femme argues, tensions rising as her optical ridges furrow and a servo finds its way to her hip. 

“Don’t forget who-”

You don’t stay around long enough to hear whatever snide comment the older bot was going to spit at Arcee, tired of feeling ignored and make your way down the hall, wanting to be anywhere other than the main silo of the base. Passing by Optimus, you don’t say anything, not wanting the feeling of anyone else not acknowledging your existence to sting you yet again today.

“My friend, you seem disheartened.” Optimus’ deep voice reverberates through the hall, less of a question and more of a statement, not giving you the chance to pretend you didn’t hear him. You turn around and grant him a half smile, before it drops and you avert your gaze.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, Optimus. You might want to lend Ratchet and Arcee a servo- they’re caught up in a bit of a feud about the next mission.” Tapering off at the end, Optimus briefly glances towards the main part of the Autobot headquarters, where he can faintly hear the aforementioned pair squabbling about details he would hear about and consider later.

“Those two have been fighting this war for many stellar cycles and will come to a solution. For now, I believe I have something much more pressing to focus on.” Taking a knee, the leader of the Autobots holds down a servo for you to step onto. Once you have taken a seat and braced yourself against one of his digits, Optimus stands and holds you close to his chassis for further stability and begins walking back to his habsuite. “You do not have to tell me what is troubling you, but you are free to do so.”

It takes you a moment- you feel silly singing your woes to someone who has been fighting in a civil war for longer than you can conceive, but the feelings simply bubble up, “I feel small… smaller than I am, I mean. I can’t imagine the stress and exhaustion everyone faces from fighting for so long, but it feels like no one sees me. And if they do, they can’t bring themselves to care.” You curl up in Optimus’ hand and take a shaky breath through your welling tears, “I must sound so selfish- you all have so much more important things to do than worry about the feelings of some human.”

“One of our human friends.” Optimus chimes in, drawing your eyes away from boring holes into your knees to his optics, “It is true that we are anxious for the end of this war, but know this, you are our friend, and we care so deeply for you. You matter just as much as any other autobot, Cybertronian or human. I can assure you, I am not the only one who holds this belief.”

Before you say anything, the mech stops in front of his door, punching in his code and sitting you on a desk that must have been built for his size and he sits himself on his berth. He gives you a rare, gentle smile that fills so many with hope.

“Would you like to tell me about your day?”

Mirage (ROTB) Gender-neutral reader    WC: 533

“Woah, woah, woah! What’s got you down in the dumps?” Mirage looks through your apartment window, forcing a yelp from your throat. You leap up from your bed and rush to the window, motioning for him to get down. 

“What are you doing?! Get down before someone sees you!”

It’s pitch black out, wherever the street light doesn’t touch, but you still worry about the possibility of Mirage being seen, like he was when you met him as he was standing outside of Noah’s apartment- which then basically sucked you into this crazy adventure of saving the world from other space robots. You had stayed behind with Bumblebee to watch over him until a sudden surge in the energon brought him back, so you unfortunately missed all of the action of the final battle.

“Nice try, but no avoiding the question. Besides, no one’s walkin’ around at like… 2:50 am.” Despite his counter, Mirage lets go of the fires escape’s railing, his new frame rattling and resulting in a resounding thud and more than a couple of cracks in the pavement below. One of his servos comes into view for you to jump on, “Come on, small fry, I wanna go for a ride while the streets are as empty as they’ll get.”

“Why not get Noah to go with you? He too busy?” Your questioning would lead the bot to believe you wouldn’t be joining him for a spin, if he didn’t feel you carefully climb aboard. He lowers you to his eye level and shoots you one of his contagious smiles.

“Naaah. I felt like a you and me kind of night. I want to hear about what you’re up to, now that I’m not locked up in that garage anymore.” For further emphasis, he stretches his arms out wide and groans in relief. It had been a few months since Peru, and while you had visited Mirage while Noah had been fixing him up, it definitely wasn’t the same as him being out and in his element.

He doesn’t wait for any further response and transforms, quickly making his way down the road, no particular destination in mind, knowing him. The city passes you by quickly, Mirage not giving a second thought to any speed limit signs he sees, remembering he considers them suggestions, not law. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Mirage clears his throat, “Well? The tread on my tires isn’t getting any thicker- what’s my favorite human been up to?”

“Your favorite, huh?” Whether or not he really meant it, the thought brings a smile to your face. 

“Well, duh. I got out of that garage, and the first thing I did was come see you, so spill the oil- gimme drama.”

“...You won’t believe what Elena told me happened at the museum the other day-”

The rest of the evening was spent driving the backroads outside of the city, telling Mirage anything and everything. Mirage listens aptly, responding when needed, and takes pleasure in knowing he’s distracted you from whatever was dragging you down. You’re part of his home team, and he’s not just going to stand by while you fall victim to your thoughts.

Starscream (TFP) Gender-neutral   WC:1431

“Starscream! I have something to-” Running towards the seeker, his back plate remains facing you as he keeps his focus on Megatron. He normally turns to you, happy to see what his little human has to tell him. Your smile faltering after recognizing he has no plans to turn toward you, “Starscream? Are you ok?”

Megatron glances briefly towards you, but doesn’t say anything to neither you nor his second in command, likely due to the fact that they were waiting for Soundwave to return with more information before choosing any action, so your presence isn’t much of an interruption. Trying to hold onto the hope he just has yet to hear or notice you, you give his heel strut a tap, remembering how he had once told you he keeps special attention to that area for you. You furrow your brow at the confirmation of him ignoring you, your voice lowering in volume, “Starscream, what’s going on?”

“Starscream, I suggest you see to your… pet, before it becomes too much of a distraction.” Megatron growls at him, not bothering to glance back down at you.

“Of course, Lord Megatron. It was just leaving.” He still didn’t look down to you, keeping his optics glued to his leader.

It?

Without further ado, you quickly leave the room, not having any desire to stay where you are not wanted. Storming down the hall, you aren’t sure where you’re heading, but the plan was getting out, even if just for a few hours. There was no leaving the Decepticons- especially not with everything you’ve overheard, been told, and seen- you’d be hunted down in less than a day. 

“Woah-ho-ho! Where are you headed off to?” Breakdown, despite standing to the side to allow you to pass without the possibility of disaster occurring. The blue mech and his partner have been a nice comfort and support system ever since Starscream first brought you onto The Nemesis, often shielding you from Megatron’s ire when Starscream wasn’t around. 

“I’m finding a way off this ship, since I’ve obviously worn out my novelty.” You sniffle, refusing to shed a tear over someone you thought cared about you. 

“...How about I take you to the lab, so you can tell Knockout and me about what happened.” Breakdown smiled down at you, letting it grow when you nod and allow him to lift you up and onto his shoulder. And before long, you were sitting in front of Knockout and Breakdown explaining what happened on the bridge. 

“-and then he goes, ‘it was just leaving’. He called me an it.” Whispering, you were sitting on one of the medical tables while both mechs lean against a parallel table. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, finally looking up to gauge their reactions. There stood Knockout with his mouth slightly agape, and Breakdown’s frown was deeply set in his faceplate.

“That slimy, scrawny-”

“Now now, Breakdown. I think there’s a lesson we can teach our superior.” Knockout, being broken out of his aghast stupor, rested a servo on his partner’s shoulder and smirks. He returns his attention to you and raises an optical ridge, “How does that sound?”

“Depends on what you mean, I guess.”

“Well, I deduced that you likely ran from the room after you were disrespected, am I right?” As you nod, he continues, “Right, so the last time Starscream saw you, you were in quite the distressed state. My idea is to let him believe that you left and let the slagger squirm in a panic.”

“He won’t. He didn’t even look at me earlier. Why would he care now?” The hem that you’ve been playing with during this conversation now scrunched in your fingers, hating the thought you’ve been discarded with so little thought.

A digit lifts your chin, forcing you to face the medic and his assistant, who smile down at you, “Trust me, dear. Starscream will care, he’s just an aft.

*        *        *        *        *        *

“Starscream, sir.” Breakdown hastily walks onto the bridge, mentally noting the lack of Megatron. 

“Breakdown… what is it?” Starscream turns to face the destructive warrior, face obviously in no mood for foolishness.

“The human-”

“What’s happened?” Starscream’s optics widen, panic already setting in.

“They’re gone, sir.”

“What do you mean, they’re gone?! They are to remain on this ship at all times, unless they are accompanied by myself!” Starscream grabs Breakdown by the edge of his chassis plating and pulls him forward to better snarl in his face. 

“They said something about being done with their stay here and made their way to one of the storage bays with the airlocks.” Breakdown shrugs, not showing any care for the mech who is beginning to dig his talons into his frame. Knockout wouldn’t be happy about his partner’s scratched paint and plating, but that would be a problem to deal with later. 

“Why would you not stop them, you incompetent-” Starscream pauses, unlatching himself from the larger mech. His optics narrow and he sneers, “They haven’t left this ship, and I’m willing to bet my next share of energon that they’re in that lab. Get out of my way!”

Shoving his way past Breakdown, he passes through the doorway and changes to his alt mode to faster get to the doctor’s lab, Breakdown quickly following behind him. Reaching the lab in record time, Starscream slams his fisted servo into the doorframe as the metal door swishes open, revealing Knockout gently speaking with you about how everything is going to get worked out one way or the other.

“What is the meaning behind trying to fool me into believing my star has left this ship?!” 

“I don’t know, screamer. Why do you make your star feel ignored and unwelcome?” Knockout stands to his full height and crosses his arms.

“Know your place, doctor.” His voice is low and holds promise for consequences, if your friend continues to display disrespect.

“I know my place, Starscream. Do you?”

“Why you-”

“Would you both stop it?!” You yell, startling everyone in the room. It isn’t common for you to raise your voice, always preferring to stand down, listen, and stay calm. But this was just all too much. 

The room was quiet, everyone not knowing what quite to do next, all mechs looking between themselves, then turning their optics to you. Another moment passes and Starscream turns to Knockout, much more calmly than before, “Knockout, I would like some time alone with them… please.”

The flashy Decepticon makes sure you’re ok before taking his leave, with Breakdown close behind.

“My star-”

“I’m not your anything. I am not some object or a pet, as Megatron so quaintly put it.” You snip, putting on the show of having no desire to hear what he has to say, despite wanting nothing more for him to give you a good reason for his behavior earlier and for him to apologize. “And you didn’t- … you - do I really matter so little to you?”

“Of course not. My star, you are the most important being in my life. But it is becoming increasingly difficult as Megatron’s fury and impatience grows. He anticipates my betrayal at every turn and has, on more than one occasion, threatened your life because of this.” Starscream gently scoops your figure up and presses his derma to the crown of your head, “I am sorry I have hurt you in my attempts to protect you, but I cannot fathom surviving this torturous world without you. Please… forgive me, my brightest star.”

“You’re such an idiot, Starlight.” You bring your arms up to cling to his face plate and lightly cry into his chin. You didn’t expect the weight that was lifted off your shoulders at his confession, but you were so grateful for the fact that it was just Starscream making a foolish decision.

“I would have to agree with you in this instance.” Starscream’s small, airy chuckle blows past your hair, and he presses yet another kiss to your forehead. “Will you forgive me, my dear?”

“I’ll forgive you just this once, but don’t ever make such a decision without telling me again.”

“You have my word. Now, why were you so excited earlier?”

“Well I…”

You spent the next few cycles regaling him about what the vehicons were up to and how silly Steve was behaving, knowing their idea wasn’t going to work. You love being able to talk to Starscream, knowing you were one of the only people he would give his full attention to. You love your mech. Your silly, silly mech.

[spacieboi]

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚. 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘾𝙬. 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗇𝗂𝖺, 𝖽𝗎𝖻 𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, somnophilia of sorts

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩. 1.8k

Your eyes grow wide when you see whom you're assigned a room with.

"Ooo Good luck, Bestie" Akane pats you on the shoulder after reading the name.

Gundham Tanaka, what a name. Perfect for his intimidating nature.

You didn't have a problem with him in particular but you had the feeling he wasn't too fond of you.

His stare was always cold, it was hard to tell what thought was going through his head. He was big and shadowed over you by a good five inches.

You two never talked. You were afraid he would snap your neck in half if you step within ten feet of him. So you kept your distance.

Then you thought, why were you being paired with a male?

As you looked around the lobby you noticed that everyone else was paired with the same gender.

"Wait how come I'm paired with a guy?" You asked.

"Well you see Y/n because of the off ratio of guys to girls due to Nagito's suspension, this is just how things fell."

Damn Nagito, even causing mayhem miles away.

However, you swallow your nerves and confront him.

"Hey, so we're roommates I guess" your voice was a quivering mess, very smooth y/n.

He looks down at you his nonexistent eyebrows scrunched together as his lips turn into a sour snarl.

You felt a wave of fear travel through your system. A deadpan smile plastered on your face as you were afraid to make any other expression.

What did you do for him to hate you this much?

In reality, that was far from the truth. In fact, the other way around. Gundham was somewhat afraid of you.

You were absolutely gorgeous to him. What started as a desire to become friends with you grew into a raging lust. One he was ashamed of.

He didn't want to objectify you in this way but he couldn't remove his eyes from your curves, your dreamy eyes, your thick curly hair. Everything about you was stunning. He'd never felt so strongly for anyone like he does for you.

He was too scared to talk to you, worried he would ruin any chance.

"It seems so" he turns away from you pulling his scarf over his face to hide the blush rising in his cheeks.

You spare him a smile, and twist the room key in your fingers to show him you have it.

He follows you to the elevator offering to take your bags which was sweet.

"202" you mumble out loud. The room number.

"Guess we can find dinner once we settle in" he didn't respond to you.

You turn around to look at him. He was staring at the wall face again looking annoyed.

You frown and turn back to face the door.

In actuality, he was hard staring at your ass. He couldn't help it. It was just so plump. Your leggings framed it so well. The way it jiggled while you walk was hypnotizing.

He wondered if that's how it would move when continuously slammed against his pelvis as he fucked you to oblivion.

When he noticed you turning around he immediately looked away, cursing himself for the explicit thought.

He would never act on these actions but, he couldn't stop imagining them which he felt was just as worse.

You two make it to the room. Luckily it had two beds, with a few feet in between them.

You took the bed closer to the door as Gundham took the one further into the room.

- Hours had passed since you two had settled in.

Your soft snores carried to his ears as you slept peacefully. They weren't loud but it was so quiet in the room it was the only thing audible other than the air conditioning.

He was still awake at the late hour of 2 A.M. thinking about how fine you looked in your selected sleepwear.

The t-shirt two times your size rode up your stomach showing off your pajama shorts.

Not the sexiest thing in the world, but exposing just enough to get his mind wondering.

He forced himself to look away, keep any innocence he had left if any.

Your bed creaked. He assumed it was you turning again in your sleep. Then, he felt the mattress dip behind him.

Quickly, he turned around to see one of your knees on the bed.

Your eyes remained closed suggesting you were still asleep.

Gundham's eyes grew wide as he watched your body begin to climb onto his bed.

Then, you fell over his lap still fast asleep.

He went tense, he wasn't sure what to do.  He didn't expect you to be a sleepwalker and wasn't sure how to approach it.

Should he leave you there? Take you back to your bed?

Waking you from your peaceful state was the last thing he wanted so, he gently pushes you off of him to the side.

Face now burning with the thought of you in his bed, he tries to go to sleep but couldn't. Instead, all he could do was focus on your breathing which began to pick up by the second.

He looks down at you, your face scrunched together. Were you having a nightmare or something?

But then, your hand came in contact with his chest. He felt sparks burst from that spot.

You had never touched him before but damn, was it everything he ever wanted. Your hand was so tiny compared to his.

The small grip you had on his tank was adorable.

Your face had somehow nuzzled its way into the crook of his neck.

Your breath hitches causing the hot air to tickle his skin.

He was stiff. He wanted to jerk away from you but also wanted you close to him.

His hands hovered over your back, afraid to touch you.

Then he felt the gentle graze of your lips as you began to kiss his neck.

His body began to burn as well as a heat in his pants as you left love marks down his jaw.

Your hand traveled down his torso. His breathing picked up as you got closer to his core.

"Y/n?" His voice croaked as he confirmed if you were actually asleep.

Your lack of an answer made him think so.

He didn't know which he'd rather more. Though he wasn't performing the actions, he felt just as guilty for letting you subconsciously continue.

But how often does this opportunity present itself? Here he was getting the touch he's desired so much from you.

"Mm" a soft moan drips from your lips.

His erection presses harder against his sweats as they grow tighter.

Your leg stretches over him keeping him pinned down under you.

Your hand finally reached his clothed dick giving it gentle strokes.

"Shit." He muttered through gritted teeth.

The bed began to rock as you thrust your hips against his side.

Gundham was in shock. Like what was even happening right now?

You, one of if not the prettiest girl he's ever seen was here in his bed rubbing and grinding against him. It felt like something straight out of a dream.

"Ahh ah" Your moans grow louder in his ear as you rocked more vigorously.

Sweat rolled down his face as the pleasure of it all began creeping up.

Then you shifted again. This time you sat fully on top of him, on top of his dick. Still clothed, but he was praying that he could take his pants off.

"Baby~" your soft voice forced itself out of those pretty lips that were trying to stay together. Your hands pressed down hard on his chest. Your nails were nearly piercing his skin.

He couldn't hold it in any longer. Gundham carefully allowed his fingers to wrap around your hips.

You reacted with a breathless moan. Your head was thrown back. A pretty, almost sexy smile was present on your face as your mouth hung slightly open.

Your arms came around his neck pulling you closer to him. His teeth bit into your shoulder.

"Yes~" your voice airy and thrusts pressed harder against him. Gundham wanted to strip you naked, but would that be too far? Was what you two were doing already going too far?

But your pretty body felt so good on top of him. Your skin looked so delicious. The sweat made it glisten so nicely. Your moans were the closest thing to heaven.

You two had somehow slid off Gundham's sweat pants, but the barrier of underwear was still there.

There was a damp spot from where the precum stained his briefs.

"Mhm" your legs spasm and your hips were slowing down.

He began to whine at the decrease in speed. He gripped your waist and threw a thrust up into you.

"Ugh" you force out a moan at the sudden movement.

His breath was heavy as he continued to thrust against you.

Your body slightly clasped into him. Were you coming? Just the thought made his legs weak.

Knowing that you were about to orgasm because of him, using his body to get yourself off while he did nothing but moan along with you was so hot. Being your sex slave was something he never knew he needed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes~" your body fell limp into him. Your hums vibrate as you tremble on top of him. Then he felt warm. He realized that you came on top of him.

Slowly he rides you down from your high.

His body jolts up and a groan leaves his mouth as his seed mixes with your juices.

Breathing heavily, he laid there eyes wide.

What the hell just happened?

Your body, now satisfied, reverted back to its restful state.

You looked so peaceful and so sweet as you laid on him fucked out and slightly trembling.

However, it was a mess. You both were a mess. Should he leave you here? Clean you up?

Questions and scenarios raced through his mind.

Finally, he got up to grab a towel and a pair of his sweatpants.

Carefully and gently, he removed your soaked bottoms and replaced them with his sweatpants instead. He left your underwear as he felt that was a bit too intimate.

Once you were dry and comfy, he carried you back to your bed and tucks you in.

He changes himself and returns back to bed.

It would be a lie to say it was hard to sleep after that. Hell, it was hard to still be in the same room as you.

Should he tell you? You deserved to know right?

"Gundham?" Your voice sweet and almost muffled traveled to his side of the room.

"Yeah?" It startled him and his heart began to beat out of his chest.

"Can you turn up the air. It's hot" you turn over away from him.

"Yeah, of course" he gets up to change the thermostat.

"Oh also" he turn to looks at you.

"Can we talk about that in the morning" he could hear the shame in your voice

"Uh yeah" he could feel the heat in his cheeks.

He laid back in bed. Mind spinning, heart pounding, and confused.

Finally he got the girl but was it worth it? Was it all he wanted?

[runningfrom2am]

requiem // part five

summary: according to coriolanus snow, his best friend had the most beautiful voice in all of panem. she had been training her whole life constantly to get where she was; being up for a residency at the most elite opera house in all of panem. singing was her passion. her true love; and when that got stripped from her in a second, his world became a whole lot quieter. he loathed every minute of it.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

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tags/warnings: opera singer!mentor!reader (blink and you'll miss it), she's kind of a prodigy!! p cool imo, mute!reader, bestfriend!coryo, friends to lovers trope ooo, mentions of graphic violence early on (particularly the prologue) but after that it's pretty safe, depictions of ptsd/trauma, mental illness and minor suicidal ideation but at least she's not entirely alone, descriptions of minor medical treatments and use of medication.

a/n: fighting for my LIFE trying to sort out my student loans rn. also i'm sick. butttt i did just finally get my hands on hogwarts legacy so that's eating up all my time. anyway that's a small update on my life.

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Walking into the citadel and down some spiral stairs towards Dr. Gaul's infamous lab, you already have your notepad in hand prepared with the proposal you have made for her.

She likes those, right? Coryo wrote her several for the games and she put them to use. This should be no different.

You have a pencil clutched in one hand unless she has questions, which you are sure she will.

Your shoes click down the large hall as you make your way to the reception desk on the left side, manned by security rather than actual receptionists. Dr. Gaul was not your average doctor, after all.

You stop in front of the counter and slide a piece of paper across it to the man sitting there, a determined but kind expression on your face.

He doesn't even look up.

You let out a quiet sigh, rolling your eyes before knocking on the counter and waving a hand at him.

He looks up then, studying you for a moment with eyes lingering on the scar across your throat before recognition flashes in his eyes. "Can we help you with something?" He asks anyway, as if he was expecting an answer even though you both knew you wouldn't be able to give him a verbal one.

You tap the paper you placed on the counter, sliding it forward more toward him and he picks it up.

'I would like to see Dr. Gaul. I have a written proposal for her.'

He reads it, nodding a little to himself before looking up at you again. "She should have a few minutes, she has a meeting at 2, though." He says, and you nod to him in a silent thank you as he buzzes the doors open for you to enter.

Stepping into the lab that hosted incredibly high ceilings, tanks lining the shelves and walls as well as a pit in the floor straight ahead, you swallow as you look around. You had never been in here before, and you weren't sure if you were more creeped out or more in awe of the whole thing.

"If it isn't my favourite songbird." You look up when you hear the familiar voice of the doctor, resisting to roll your eyes at the nickname, despite her claiming that you had been her favourite of the two of you who had earned the name. These days, it never fails to form a pit in your stomach.

You give her a smile and a polite nod as she walks toward you from between some of the tanks, dusting off her red gloves on the somehow pristine white of her lab coat.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, chickadee?"

In response, you hold out the carefully prepared file folder to her, including your proposal and copies of your own medical records from the operations performed after your attack.

She raises her eyebrows in intrigue as she plucks it eagerly from your hands, opening it up.

Dr. Gaul's eyes widen slightly in surprise as she looks over the "title page" of your neatly formatted proposal, looking up at you again.

"Experiment in Language Efficiency on the Human Body: A Proposal." She reads, letting out a slight laugh.

You watch her nervously, hands clutched around your notebook against your chest. You nod in confirmation, wanting her to know you are entirely serious.

She quickly flips through the pages and your medical records, occasionally glancing up at you.

"Well, this seems to be a compelling proposal." She comments, closing the folder. "But no. I will not be turning you into any kind of experiment."

Your brow furrows in slight disappointment, and you flip open your notebook to quickly write something down for her.

'I volunteer.'

She reads the sheet as you turn it around and she shakes her head, a small smile forming on her lips. "I figured as much, but still, it is too dangerous. I do not experiment on humans. Especially Capitol citizens, and especially those as well-loved as you."

The irony of that is palpable, and your jaw tightens as you scribble your thoughts down on the next page. You thought she had done something to Clemensia, but you did not wish to fuel the rumour mill, so you kept that quiet.

'I believe that if anyone is capable it is you, Dr. Gaul.'

"I'm flattered, and I do not doubt that." She chuckles, holding the folder out to you again. "But that does not make it possible, I am afraid."

In response you just point over to the bird cages against the left wall, tilting your head at her.

Jabberjays: Birds of her own creation designed to mimic the human voice.

"You've done your research." Dr. Gaul comments, clearly impressed and pleased that you would bring them up. "You make a valid point, my jabberjays, they... They were certainly a successful experiment of mine. Undeniably relevant to your cause."

She gazes over at the caged birds thoughtfully. "But look at them now. As you point at them." She nods toward them before looking back at you again. "They were only free for so long before they ended up caged again. Useful, for a while, during the war, but their time of pertinence has passed. You know how that feels, don't you?"

The question was cruel, as she was known to be, but that knowledge didn't make it hurt any less. You take a deep breath in and out through your nose, feeling frustrated and defeated all at once as you turn to walk away.

"Ah, wait a moment, chickadee. I'm not finished." She calls after you, voice echoing in the large lab. You pause, turning around to face her again.

"I am having all my precious jabberjays rounded up from the districts and shipped back to me because, despite their redundancy, I am yet to give up on them. I wish to somehow give them a second purpose, maybe make some tweaks to their genetics." She explains, but you are still mostly uninterested and busy drowning in your disappointment. "What I mean, is that I will consider your proposal, depending on how that goes with them in the coming weeks."

Your heart stops and flutters for a moment at the exciting news. You can't help the hopeful smile that grows on your face as you nod eagerly at her.

'Thank you.'

You write quickly before showing her the sheet, pressing your hand to your chest to signal further your gratefulness.

"That is not a yes, mind you. It is very risky, but I will take it into account. I'll do some tests on defective birds and see if there is a way I can help." She warns you, tucking the folder under your arm. "Now, I have a meeting, if you wouldn't mind. I will be in touch with you, little bird."

You nod again, giving her a small wave before turning and walking back the way you came with a giddy smile on your face.

Walking into the now familiar lab, Coriolanus is slightly nervous. As he always is, in the presence of Dr. Gaul. The coldness of the room in both temperature and design makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but he's used to the chill he gets when he walks in.

Especially now that he didn't know what she had summoned him for.

His worries are quickly dashed and then tripled walking down the spiral staircase, stopping in his step when he sees you coming up.

"What are you doing here?"

Your best friend's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look up, having just finished tucking your notebook into your bag. You had little to no interest in pulling it out again, hoping that your long-lasting friendship would allow you to instead just communicate telepathically and spare you the effort.

You just stare at him, just as surprised to see him, opening your mouth like you're going to say something and you try but you still can't. Shocking.

Instead of coming up with any meaningful response, you do the best you can do, pointing at him and then turning up your palm as if to ask him the same thing.

"Me? Dr. Gaul called for me." Coryo answers, thankfully understanding your wordless question. He was better at that than most. "You too?"

You're about to shake your head and try to explain why you were here, but then you think better of it.

He hates her. Hates her experiments, despite what he did to help her with the games. He'd probably flip if he knew the truth.

You nod instead, glancing back down the stairs.

Coryo sighs a breath of relief. At least he wasn't the only one. At least you might be able to give him some peace of mind. "Is it bad? Is it about the mentorship program? Is it-"

You hold a hand up to stop him from his mini spiral, lifting one finger.

'One question at a time.'

Right.

He had the sound of mind to only ask yes or no questions to get to the bottom of what he wanted to know, but he didn't quite get as far as realizing that all of them at once may not be helpful.

"Sorry, is it bad?" He asks again, and normally he would laugh, but he was too anxious to even see the comedy in it like the two of you normally would.

Unsure what else to do, you shake your head and shrug vaguely. As an extra measure, you hold up your hand and twist your palm.

'So so.' The gesture is meant to signal, considering it was a safe enough answer. Nothing Dr. Gaul could have called him here for could be all good news, after all. You don't think, anyway.

"Okay, okay..." Coryo breaths out, nodding to himself.

Feeling a little guilty you step up to the step he's on, gently patting his shoulder and giving him a small smile.

'You'll be fine.'

He seems to interpret this correctly, giving you a small smile in return and gently resting his hand over your smaller one on his shoulder.

You were meant to be reassuring him, but his touch works miracles to comfort you when you weren't even sure you needed it all that much.

These days though, you would cling to any sense of it you could get. Even the tiniest bits. Sometimes, for a flicker of a second, you didn't feel so alone. Coryo could still hear you.

"Thanks. I'll see you soon? Can I come by later?" He asks and you nod in confirmation, giving his shoulder another gentle squeeze as you take another step up so you're about at eye level with him, leaning back to kiss the side of his head in a small bit of encouragement before waving him on.

Coryo can't help the flush that forms on his cheeks as he nods at you, hesitating for a moment before continuing down the steps and you continue back up.

"Oh, Dr. Gaul?" Coryo says, catching himself before he leaves, and she looks up again from her corner desk stacked with papers, your deep red folder sitting right on top.

She looks up, anticipating his question.

"Did you offer an apprenticeship to Y/N as well? I saw her leaving on my way down." He asks, assuming that she must have extended it to you as well. That was why you were here, right? Both called for the same thing? Though, he didn't understand how that could have been a bad thing as you indicated it kind of was when he stopped you on the stairs.

But he knows you well. Having to settle for an internship under Dr. Gaul was far from what you wanted in life, so he can easily see how you could have seen it that way.

"No." Dr. Gaul answers after a moment, head tilted at him. "She just had a question for me."

Well, so much for your honesty.

You never lied to him. At least, Coryo didn't think you did, but here he was, being confronted with the fact that you had. It doesn't settle well.

He can't resist asking. "What about?"

"That is between the songbird and I, I'm afraid." Dr. Gaul responds with a shrug and a sly, knowing smile- taunting him for something she knew about you that he did not. "If she wished for you to know, she would tell you." She pauses, a feigned guilty smile forming on her red-painted lips at the irony of her words. "Well, you know what I mean."

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[julienbakerpls]

part 2 to up against the wall w me when??!

Up against the wall with me Part Two

Julien Baker x Reader 18+

Minors DNI

This is RPF if that makes you uncomfy DONT READ <33

- "Julien’s the type of dom to say shit like “you can take it” and the type of sub to say shit like “i can take it” I just know i'm right !!"

- "julien being called daddy perhaps"

The ride back to the hotel was filled with peter steele's voice, Julien's tongue against yours and your hand down the front of her jeans. Massaging circles into her soaked briefs, and biting down on her plump bottom lip. The two of you stopped caring what the others thought about 5 minutes after you got into the car. The rest of the group were drunk or high and not paying any attention to the two of you in the very back.

The boys were singing loudly and talking over each other, so no one noticed the loud moan that Julien failed to completely suppress. You pushed two of your fingers into her slick entrance, using the palm of your hand to massage her clit.

Julien's face was pressed into your neck to muffle the whimpers that were coming out of her mouth. Your fingers fucking into her as fast as you could without being too obvious. You suppress your own moan at the feeling of her, She's hot and wet and begging for you. You press kisses onto her sweaty forehead before she pulls you into another heated kiss. It's sloppy, all teeth and tongue and maybe too much spit, if it were anyone but her, but you'd happily drown in her spit. Julien whines into your mouth, pulling away to whisper in your ear.

"Fuck baby, i'm going to-" Julien cuts herself off, gasping into your neck. You feel her teeth graze against your neck before biting down. Her body tenses up, you feel her clench down on your fingers.

The car rolls to a stop in front of your hotel, you hear Julien cuss under her breath. Her hand drags yours out from her jeans, begrudgingly. You can tell she's even more worked up than she was in the club, you hate that she didn't get to cum. You mentally promise yourself that you'll make it up to her, eagerly and repeatedly.

As the others start unloading from the car, you move your hand to your mouth sucking your fingers clean, moaning to yourself over her taste. Julien groans loudly as she climbs out of the car, buttoning her jeans.

"When are y'all flying back to Nashville?" Lucy asks, as Julien helps you out of the car. She presses a kiss into your hair, before answering.

"Tomorrow at 3."

"Oh i'm leaving the day after, if you two are up early enough let's get lunch," Lucy said as you all made your way to the elevator.

"Ooo Lunch at that thai place would be sick." Phoebe added. Julien looked over to you waiting for your answer.

"Yeah that would be cool," You smile wrapping your arms around Julien. You press your face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

"God you guys are so gross, I love you!" Phoebe calls, tugging Lucy off the elevator.

Julien pulls your arms tighter around her waist as she leans up to whisper in your ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, baby." She presses a kiss to your cheek. Your face flushing bright red, all the heat and intensity that had cooled with being around her boys, came back ten fold. You turn her around in your arms so she's facing you, She's already smiling up at you.

"Jay, Please.." You whine, leaning back into the wall of the elevator. Julien just continues to smile at you, pressing kisses to your neck that cause your heart rate to go up. The feeling of her soft lips as she travels down to your collar bones, has you melting into her.

The elevator opens on your floor, Julien immediately tugging you out and towards your shared room. As you start searching your pockets for the room key, Julien presses you into the door. She's kissing you brutally, biting your lip before sliding her tongue into your mouth. It's hot and the weight of her tongue in your mouth is a feeling you'll never get tired of. Her hands run down your back, pulling your hips toward her. She slots her thigh between yours, pressing it up against your most sensitive place. Your positively aching for her, throwing your head back against the wall.

Julien slides the room key out of your pocket, kissing you deeply one last time before opening the door.

"Jay.." you whine, missing her body already. Julien pouts at you mockingly, before kissing you again. She pulls you into the room, locking the door behind you. She licks her way into your mouth, the second the lock clicks into place. You whine against her lips, Julien leading you to the bed.

She sits you on the edge of the bed, and grabs the ends of your shirt pulling it over your head. You smile shyly at the look on her face, you're left wearing just your lace bra. She traces her finger along your collar bone, biting her lower lip.

"I love you, Baby." Julien says walking into the closet and grabbing her suitcase. You watch her with a confused expression on your face as she carries the bag over to the bed. She smiles at the look on your face, before unzipping the bag and revealing the rainbow strap on.

Julien smirks at the look on your face, and brings it up to your lips. You place a kiss on the tip, knowing that's what she wanted you to do.

"That's my good girl, so you want me fuck you so good?" She asks you, placing the strap on the bed next to you and pulling off her tank top. You moan at the sight of her in just her sports bra, she jokingly flexes her arms. You knew she had been trying to make you laugh but your mouth is hanging open, even after two years of being with her you'll never get over how sexy she is. Julien keeps eye contact with you as she pops the button on her jeans, pulling them down her muscular legs. As you watch her you push your skirt down your legs, spreading your thighs and slowly massaging your clit through your still soaked panties. Julien smirks at the sight of the hickeys she bit into your thighs earlier.

You moan at the look on her face, adding more pressure to your clit. Julien walks over to the bed, moving your hand away and using both hands she pulls down your panties.

"Fuck Princess, you're so perfect." Julien says, pulling your legs over her shoulders and licking a flat stripe over your wet folds. She runs her tongue in between your folds, lapping up the wetness that had gathered since she took care of you at the club.

"Jay," You moan, your fingers digging into her hair, pushing her face more into you. You feel her moan against you, she's fucking her tongue into you, her nose pressing into your clit.

She's holding onto your hips with such force, you know you'll have bruises in the morning. Julien is eating you out like this is her last meal and you're gasping and moaning out her name.

"Julien," You gasp out, feeling your legs start to shake, and tense up. Your stomach starting to tighten, you feel your eyes start to roll back in your head.

Julien keeps her pace up, the intensity of your orgasm crashing through you. You black out for a moment, when your coherent again Julien is still between your legs. The slurping sound of her drinking up your cum, making you feel light headed again with need.

Julien presses kisses to your hip bones, making her way up your body. She stops at your breasts that are still in your bra, you moan as she skillfully unclips it with one hand. Her mouth instantly finds your nipples, biting and sucking them.

She presses your breasts together, briefly burying her face between them. Julien licks over your nipple sucking it into her mouth again, her other hand pinching and massaging the other.

When she pulls away from you, a thick string of saliva attaches her mouth to your hardened peak. That's the final straw for you, you pull her up to kiss you roughly moaning at the taste of you in her mouth.

"Julien, please," You moan into her mouth, Pulling her sports bra up and over her head.

Pulling her back to you, and licking your way into her mouth. You move your hands down to her breasts, massaging them before gently dragging your thumbs over her hardened nipples. Juliens hips jerk into yours, both of you gasping at the added pressure. You push her briefs down her legs, grinding your hips together.

"Oh fuck," Julien groans into your mouth, roughly grinding your hips together. She moved slightly so you're both grinding into the others hip bone, your hands are still playing with her newly exposed breast.

She picks up her pace, grinding down harder. You roll her over, straddling her waist . The view of her under you, hair spilling out onto the pillow underneath her. It's almost too much, and you genuinely think you could come from the sight alone.

You kiss her roughly, moaning into her mouth and kissing your way down her neck. You lick and suck over her tattoos, kissing along her collarbones and making your way down to her chest. You groan against her breasts, licking her hard nipples before sucking on them. You know you're drooling on them at this point but it's clear that neither of you mind.

You continue kissing down her stomach, finally getting to her mound. You spread her thighs giving yourself more room between her legs.

You let the drool from your mouth drip onto her soaked pussy, letting it pool on her already wet folds. Julien's panting in anticipation above you, and that's enough for you to dive in. You spread her open with one hand and suck her clit into your mouth.

Your other hand travels down to her soaked entrance, pumping two fingers into her. Julien arches off the bed, her hands forcing you harder against her.

You can tell Julien is still worked up from the car ride to the hotel. You continue to lap and suck on her clit, adding a third finger into her. She's so warm and wet, and tastes so good. You can't contain yourself, you suck harder and fuck your fingers in deeper. You want to drown yourself between her delicious thighs.

"Uh Y/N, Baby!" Julien moans holding you in place and grinding against your face as you pump your fingers into her. You feel her starting to shake and clench around you.

You look up at her, moaning at the sight. Her eyes are closed, forehead creased in pleasure. Her whole body tensing up, You feel her cum around your fingers. You continue fucking them in and out of her, letting her ride it out. You remove your fingers and let your tongue take over, lapping and sucking to clean her up. Julien pulls you back up to her mouth, kissing you deeply and moaning at the taste.

She flips you onto your back, still roughly kissing you. She only pulls away, when she's gotten into a straddling position over you. You moan when she reaches for the strap on, moving off of you to stand up.

You watch her put on the harness, before attaching the dildo. You bite your lip, trying to contain how incredibly turned on you are. Julien notices, you watch her lick her hand moving down to pump the strap, coating it in her saliva.

"Fuck Jay.." You groan, your hand going to massage your clit. Julien slaps your hand away, moving onto the bed and going to kneel between your legs.

She traces the tip up and down along your opening, gathering your wetness on the dildo. She pushes the hair out of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Julien pushes into you, hardly giving you time to adjust before she starts fucking you deep and hard. She grabs your hips, pushing you hard into the mattress. You moan out her name, nails dragging down her back.

Julien pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, going deeper. She leans down kissing you roughly, her tongue fighting with yours for dominance.

Julien groans when she hears the sound of how wet you are. Her thrusts keeping steady , as you think your loosing your mind over how good it feels. She pulls out of you to help you turn over, before she thrusts back into you. The pleasure is so intense, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Julien, I can't-" you start to say but cut yourself off with another moan. Julien speeds up her thrusts reaching around you to massage your clit.

"You can take it," Julien pants into your ear, Thrusting harder if that's even possible. "That's my good girl," She says pulling you up by your hair, so she can mouth along your neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" You whine out in time with her thrusts. Julien bites down on your shoulder, and you feel your body start to shake with how intense the pleasure is.

"C'mon princess, you can take it," Julien says into your ear, licking along your neck. Her thrusts are going deeper than you thought possible, your whole body tensing up. You're clinging onto her hard, tears spilling down your cheeks, babbling incoherently.

"Jay, Uh, Daddy!" you scream out coming harshly, you completely pass out against her. You squirt all over the comforter, body going limp.

Julien pulls out of you, quickly undoing the harness with one hand. She gently pulls you into her arms, pushing the comforter off of the bed, as she lays you down.

Julien goes into the attached bathroom, and comes back with a washcloth and starts to clean up your cum covered thighs. She lays you on top of her, running her hands soothingly over your body and whispering sweet nothings in to your hair.

"Jay?" You question finally coming to. Julien's pressing kisses onto your forehead, treating you as if you're made of glass.

"Hi princess," Julien whispers, pushing your hair out of your face.

"That was-" You start to say, but Julien cuts you off.

"You were so good for me, baby. You did so fucking good." Julien kisses you gently, and intensely. You moan into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to her for warmth.

"Where's the comforter?" you ask against her lips, still feeling foggy from your orgasm.

"You came all over it, it was so wet we couldn't use it." Julien says stroking your face gently.

"I'm sorry," You whisper, reaching up to kiss her again.

"There is nothing to apologize for angel," Julien smiles, pulling you closer to her. You wrap both legs around her toned waist, kissing her again as she reaches over you to turn out the lights.

"Jay?" You whisper into the now dark room. You feel her shift against you so you're laying with her head on your chest.

"Yes," You feel her smile against you.

"Did I call you daddy?" You whisper cringing at yourself.

"You sure did," She smiles, biting gently against your breast teasingly.

"I'm so embarrassed.." You say, burying your face into the pillow.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't do that, I love that I fucked you so good you called me daddy," She says pulling you from the pillow.

"It's so sexy, I almost came from that alone." Julien whispers into your ear, biting down softly on your lobe.

"I love you, Jay" You whisper into the dark after a minute.

"I love you more, Baby" Julien whispers back, running her hands soothingly along your thighs.

- How are we feeling guys 👉👈

[kotias]

The Final Story - The Big Five

This is the final bomb I am launching for the Angst War on @goodomensafterdark It is specifically targetted at: - @gleafer - @vavoom-sorted-art - @daneecastle - @gahellhimself-blog - @lauramoon1987

And using their comics made for the war for this final magnum opus.

GIGANTIC thank you to @daneecastle for your gorgeous cover art for this final missile and for accepting that I use your Koka.

As a soundtrack to the entire piece, I propose this soundtrack from the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV, with an expanded free trial thanks to which you can play through the entirety of A Realm Reborn and the award-winning Heavensward and Stormblood expansions up to level 70 for free with no restrictions on playtime: Niddhog's Theme - The Final Steps of Faith

Trigger warnings: death, torture, emotional anguish

Word count on Reddit: 524 words

Final word count on AO3: 3141 words

“For fuck’s sake angel, you can’t just-”

“I can’t what, Aza? Leave? Of course I can! I can, like you always are, like you’re leaving me behind every time you’re getting bored of me!”

Koka stormed out of the Fell & Co. bookshop, feeling his feet burn the concrete ground with thousands of starlights. With an enraged wave of his right hand, he caught into the weaving of the current reality and opened it, stepping into another world.

oOo

Before he finished stepping out of the portal, he heard the shrieking cries of the angel he knew as Muriel, and his heart froze in his chest. The voice carried their pain, carried their anguish and the loss they had lived before that. Lingering in the rotten air, the memories of the eyes ripped apart from all the surrounding angels assaulted him. He ran to the place he heard the screaming from and almost gagged when he heard, before he saw, the cracking of their skull and neck. He hid back behind a wall, keeping his mouth shut with his hand, panic settling in his stomach.

Hmph… useless little soul. 

The smell of celestial dust was brought to his nostrils by the air, and he slid down to the floor, petrified. His heart was beating so loudly that it took over his head, bumping and thumping against his temples, and closing his eyes made it all worse-

He heard footsteps stop right in front of him, and he opened them, only to be faced with the Supreme Archangel, looking at him like he was but a poster to be ripped away and smashed to pieces. He heard himself wheeze in panic, just as Aziraphale’s hand slid down the wall until he was crouching in front of him, giving him a smile colder than the void of Space. “Tell me, little, shivering angel…” Anything, anything, please, anything. “Why does your hair wear the colours of the demon Crowley?”

Koka stayed silent, his body entirely frozen, counting each fraction of a second passing before he would inevitably be destroyed by the being looking at him with the eyes not of a Guardian, but of an Executioner. When his left hand cradled his right cheek, he whimpered and closed his eyes, trying to muster the power he needed to get away.

The portal expanded under him, and he drowned into the floor’s opening weaves with a yelp, leaving the broken Supreme Archangel behind him and carrying with him the scalding feeling of his hand, leaving a scar by his right ear.

oOo

He fell for days without end, his breath losing the battle against the strain of the wind. It was interminable and unstoppable; his collapse was both too fast and too slow for his portal to reopen for him, if even it had been allowed to. The curse he was living through felt like a rift from Time itself. Only when he was about to land did he feel his powers in his grasp again, and he crashed painfully against a dented rock.

“Oh… oh Lord, what happen-” His mouth couldn’t finish his sentence, the shock put him in comatose.

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[layla4567]

OPLA (Monster trio) WILD WEST AU

The hat rule (nsfw drabbles, fem): Sanji, Luffy, Zoro

Warnings: well smut, p in v sex, suggestive (the smut is just at the end), everyone is of legal age, beta read, I don't know much about cowboys or the wild west so don't expect this to be very accurate.

wc: sanji- 1.606, zoro- 1.583. luffy- 1.917

Zoro

You entered the saloon with your chaps on well and a red scarf around your neck. Upon entering the double door collided with the walls and the noise caught the attention of those present. A boy with green hair hidden in his beige hat was sitting at the bar drinking beer, he turned his head and when he saw you a frown crossed his forehead and he wrinkled it slightly. You were Zoro's declared enemy since you were the daughter of a famous rival gunman of the green-haired man's father. You rejoiced at the looks of fear and respect that were directed at you, you looked everywhere analyzing the local people until your eyes met Zoro's, at which point he rolled his eyes and looked away. You were thinking of having fun today and that consisted of making the cowboy angry, so you confidently walked towards the bar and sat down next to him. He ran you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello pretty boy, did you miss me?"

In response he snorted and drank his beer, ignoring you.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "I see that you are still a man of few words as always."

“What do you want Y/N?” He finally said, looking at you a little upset.

"Aww don't pretend you're not happy to see me Zoro, it's adorable"

Zoro rolled his eyes again in annoyance and your smile widened, you loved making him angry.

"And apparently you're still as irritating and talkative as always, or am I wrong? Look, if you don't mind, I'd rather be alone and keep drinking, I don't want to fight."

"Ooo the cat took out his claws" You said raising your hands in surrender without stopping smiling "Easy cowboy, I just wanted to chat with you"

"And what made you think that I want to talk to you?"

You rested your elbow on the table, approaching him and put your chin in your fist "Well, I think you'll want to talk to me when I tell you what I heard out there…"

Zoro still wasn't paying attention to you so you decided to double the bet.

"About you..."

This seemed to pique the cowboy's curiosity because he stopped drinking and stood still holding the glass suspended in the air. You smiled from ear to ear

"I'm not interested, they must be rumors anyway" he said downplaying it

"Mmmh okay, but then don't say I didn't warn you when they call you chicken"

You stood up from your seat to leave when a hand grabbed you firmly and quickly by the arm. You jumped a little but then looked at him trying to hide your smile. Zoro's look was more serious than usual.

"What's that chicken thing, huh?"

You sat back down, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "Oh nothing, it's just that people comment that I'm not only a better gunfighter than you, but I'm also a better horseback rider, and that you are a chicken for not daring to challenge me"

Zoro's hand squeezed the glass until his fingers turned white. Your satisfied face said it all, you had set a trap for him and he had fallen like a rabbit. Zoro pretended to look at the contents of his glass.

"For me, let them say what they want.."

"Oh, are you sure? Because I think they're right. Now that I remember, you've never challenged me to a horse race."

The green-haired man closed his eyes and pursed his lips, he was trying with all his might to control his frustration. Then, as if nothing had happened, he opened his eyes and raised one corner of his lips in a small smile.

"If I haven't done that before it's because I know I'm guaranteed victory." he said looking at you

You shrugged your shoulders. "That's what those who don't dare to lose always say. Anyway, it's a shame, I think you'll have to get used to the nickname."

Now you got up from your seat without him stopping you. You turned your back to him and although you couldn't see him you felt his eyes on you. You were heading towards the exit when his voice called you.

"Wait, not so fast"

You turned around and saw Zoro stood up and walked towards you. His walk was similar to that of a hunched and angry gorilla. When he was in front of you he gave you a look cold as steel.

"How do I know you don't say those things just to make me angry?"

You giggled. “Oh so it really bothers you? Is your ego so fragile?”

The other people gathered in the saloon were now paying attention to their conversation, some soft laughter and murmurs could be heard. People smelled the fight and now they didn't want to miss anything. Zoro looked around now without hiding his discomfort. You decided to play with him a little although you knew you were taking too much risk. Zoro wasn't stupid and he was really good with a gun (although you would never tell him that) and if he wanted he could threaten you. But the game had started and it was too late to back out.

"What's wrong? You don't like being called chicken?" You said and then shamelessly imitated the sound of a chicken while you waved your arms pretending to be wings.

The people began to laugh louder while Zoro's frown grew until his gaze darkened.

"Hey, enough is enough"

You didn't obey him and continued making fun of him, laughing while the others looked at you funny. You only stopped when his fingers closed on your arm, firm enough that you couldn't escape but not so tight that it hurt you. The cowboy's face had gotten very close to yours and his eyes fixed on yours were intimidating.

“Y/N I said stop.”

His voice was deep and brooked no reply, your smile faded a little and you became serious. But you wouldn't let him threaten you or make you afraid. Roughly you broke free of his grip and moved closer to him until your noses almost collided.

"Fine, then what are you waiting for? Challenge me to a horse racing duel, and you'll see who wins." you said under your breath, sliding your gaze from one eye to the other.

He tilted his head slightly without flinching. "I won't do that, I already told you."

There was a boo from the crowd and a shout "What are you so afraid of?" But the green-haired boy ignored him, he only looked at you.

"Ok then I'm the best at riding…" You said with a shrug and walking away a little.

"No, I am" he said irritably

You rolled your eyes in frustration, he looked like a 5 year old throwing a tantrum. At this rate neither you nor he would agree. Suddenly you had an idea that will surely leave him speechless. If you couldn't beat him by making him angry, you would beat him by making him nervous. You took a step forward, smiling proudly.

"I'm the best at riding and I'm going to prove it to you" You said, slapping off his cowboy hat and putting it on your head.

The people at the bar gasped, but the best reaction was the one in front of you. Zoro had turned red and swallowed loudly. His face was so deadly serious that you wanted to laugh. You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him victoriously. He noticed your impudence and smiled sideways, hiding his embarrassment. He was also willing to play that game so he approached your ear.

"Are you sure? I can't guarantee your safety, I'm a bit wild"

Now the one who swallowed saliva to calm the confusion was you. You looked into his eyes whose pupils were now dilated. You nodded several times and he smiled walking away. And that was the beginning of everything, it will be a long night, you thought.

Just as you predicted that night in your bed Zoro was sitting up and you were straddling him. The green-haired boy hungrily kissed your neck, causing the temperature to rise.

"Zoro～ ohh.."

He smiled against the skin of your neck. "We haven't even started and you're already melting like butter in the sun."

As best you could, you grabbed the hat that was resting on the mattress and put it on your head. "We'll see who melts first."

You grabbed onto Zoro's shoulders and began to move your hips back and forth, making the cowboy grab your waist tightly, digging his fingers into it. You let out a moan as you felt his hand squeeze your flesh. His face was in the crook of your neck near your shoulder, that way he muffled his gasps and moans.

"Keep it up, ngh d-don't stop" he gasped against your shoulder

But it was difficult. Zoro wasn't lying when he said he was wild. His fingers on your skin would surely leave a red mark the next day. And from time to time he moved his own pelvis upwards to sink you deeper into him. Your nails dug into their shoulders and their torsos were beaded with sweat. But at no point did you stop or drop your hat. In the end they both collapsed exhausted on top of each other. It seems like there were no winners or losers this time, but Zoro's satisfied moans and sweaty face were your consolation prize.

Sanji

Sanji was outside the saloon taking care of his horse. With one hand he groomed the animal's head while with the other he brushed its back. His fingers traced soft scribbles on the horse's skin. You were waiting from afar for your father to finish unloading the suitcases full of clothes and belongings from the carriage, and you took the opportunity to see the cute cowboy. Almost without wanting to, you started playing with your braid, wrapping it around your finger. The blonde boy was focused on taking care of his horse but he was not stupid and he felt a look of intense eyes on the back of his neck. When he turned to see you, you looked away, biting your lower lip in embarrassment. For his part, Sanji just smiled amused and returned to his task.

You turned to see your father struggling with the luggage, you thought it would take him a while to get all the suitcases out so, nervously wrinkling the hem of your dress, you headed towards where the blue-eyed cowboy was.

"*clears throat* Good afternoon, sir."

The cowboy with a bright smile and tender gaze turned his head to see you and found a little girl with a sweet and affable look. Soon he couldn't help but let his gaze slide over your figure. Your tight skirt and corset marked your best attributes.

"Well, well, good afternoon to you missus"

His voice was even better than you imagined, syrupy like honey and soft like a feather pillow. Suddenly your legs felt a little weak.

"What's a cute little princess like you doing talking to a cowboy like me?"

You swore that your cheeks began to color and to hide it you covered your mouth slightly with your fingers and smiled while you looked at his horse. Would he always talk like that to all the women he saw? Sanji knew he had hit the nail on the head so he kept looking at you with that flirtatious smile of his.

"Umm, I just wanted to admire your horse more closely, if you don't mind, gentleman"

"Oh, so you're attracted to horses?"

"Very, sir. I always wanted to learn how to ride one."

The blonde cowboy laughed at your good manners.

"Please, my name is Sanji. And you must have a name too..."

"I'm Y/N"

You held out your hand to him and he kissed it gently on the knuckles. His lips against your skin tickled your lower belly.

"If you want, I can teach you how to ride Crystal," he said, stroking the horse's mane.

"Oh, Crystal? That's her name? it's adorable!" you said smiling pleased and caressing the animal

Sanji couldn't stop looking at you and smiling, you seemed cute to him.

"So? What do you say Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to ride?"

You were about to answer yes with a big smile but suddenly your father screamed calling your name, he seemed upset. You turned around and saw that he was walking towards you, clenching his fists.

"I'm sorry but I can't now, maybe another day-..!"

Your voice sounded disappointed but you couldn't say anything else because your father had already reached you and grabbed your wrist to pull you away from Sanji. The blonde boy watched with some annoyance and disappointment as you left, but not for you but for your father who didn't think it was right that he dragged you like that just because you had moved a few meters away from him. And it made him even more angry when he heard the exclamations he threw at you "Y/N, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?! Those filthy cowboys only flirt with girls and then leave them stranded!" The days passed without Sanji hearing from you until one day he had taken a walk in the countryside and saw you there alone and looking at the forget-me-not flowers and then collecting some. He got off Crystal and approached you, when you turned around you had a big smile that made his heart melt.

"Hello princess, have you decided to ride Crystal yet?"

You blushed to the roots of your hair and said shyly "I'm not a princess.."

Sanji loved to make you nervous "Really? But you do have a very pretty face, a sweet voice and good manners. Yes, I think you are one…at least for me"

You lowered your head, trying not to look at his perfect smile that seemed to mock you. "T-thank you, but you're right, I want you to teach me how to ride."

The blonde boy smiled satisfied and took you by the hand to get you closer to the horse. "You'll see, you'll learn quickly. Crystal may seem intimidating at first but she's a good girl."

The warmth of his hand sent shivers down your spine, you tried to hide it as best as possible, smiling confidently. Suddenly Sanji grabbed you by the waist firmly to sit on the horse, in surprise you let out a moan that made the blue-eyed boy laugh. Already on top of the honey-colored horse, Sanji told you to find a comfortable but upright position, he guided your hands towards the reins of the animal and told you to hold them firmly but without pulling. After several more explanations to which you listened attentively and looked at her beautiful dreamy eyes trying not to drool, Crystal began to walk. Sanji was at your side all the time with one hand on the horse's back to give you courage. After you had mastered Crystal, she began to trot until you were riding faster. After walking around a few times you came to Sanji who was applauding you happily.

"Bravo doll, that was perfect. You have a natural talent" He said grabbing your waist to make you get off the horse, completely ignoring your rosy cheeks.

"Well, give Crystal credit, she was very good to me" you timidly tucked a strand behind your ear.

"Oh and you're also modest, how adorable."

Damn, why was he flirting with you so much? Did I do it on purpose? It was making you nervous and making something grow in your belly that you didn't want to find out what it was. When you saw him again he was staring at you biting his lip with a smile, oh so he did it on purpose. Hiding your embarrassment you directed your gaze towards his brown hat.

"I like your hat, it's pretty" you pointed your finger

He took it out and looked at it "This one? Really? Oh but it's quite old… do you want to see it?"

You nodded excitedly and grabbed the hat in your hands. It was a little big and the fabric was worn on one side. You happily made a gesture to put it on your head when Sanji interrupted you, smiling mischievously.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to try it on"

He laughed shaking his head "I wouldn't do that if I were you…"

You frowned in confusion, you didn't understand why he was laughing. "Why not? What's so funny?"

"So you don't know the hat rule?" Sanji said, coming a little closer to you, with slow steps.

You shook your head, somewhat intimidated, you felt that this rule was something important…or something that would humiliate you.

He laughed at your confusion "Then it's better that you don't know, forget it."

You put your hands on your hips in frustration. "Oh come on! Tell me, I want to know!"

The blonde cowboy leaned close to your ear and whispered "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

Sanji moved a little away from you just in time to see your eyes looking down and your face turning red. You didn't expect it to be something like this, with an innocent mind you could say that you had never been intimate with someone like that. But Sanji really seemed attractive to you, what if this was the time to complete something you had been thinking and feeling for a while? Somewhat hesitantly, you slowly placed your hat on until the brim covered your eyes. Sanji looked at you surprised and now he was the one feeling a little nervous and blushing. Even so, he smiled confidently again and took your chin to lift it and see your eyes that were covered by the hat.

"It seems that you are not as shy as I thought, Missus." he purred

That night without your father knowing, Sanji invited you to his house, he was so considerate and kind to you, he made sure that you were comfortable at all times and calmed you down when you didn't feel safe doing so.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, sweetheart" He told you compassionately

In response, you held the hat with one hand and leaned over Sanji's body to kiss him lovingly.

"I'll be fine, do not worry"

You settled your pelvis above his. From his position Sanji enjoyed the view of your body bouncing on top of his and how your eyes turned white as you held the hat with one hand and with the other you touched his well-formed abs.

"Ohh～you feel so good..." The words slipped out of your mouth like pomaded butter.

"That's it, gorgeous. You're doing incredible"

The blonde couldn't stop praising you and guiding your movements by holding your thighs and raising his pelvis. And your moans of pleasure and satisfaction were his best reward. Without knowing it, he had not only taught you how to ride a horse…

Luffy

Luffy was in the tavern sitting at a table playing poker, although he tried to keep his face serious in his mind he was celebrating and jumping since he had been dealt a good hand of cards. Sitting in front of him was you, you weren't that good at hiding your facial expressions as you were frowning slightly because you didn't have such good cards. From time to time Luffy looked at you and smiled, he knew you were about to lose. The brat would even stretch out his arm to tickle you or push you with his foot under the table making you laugh. After a couple of minutes Luffy put his cards on the table, being the clear winner. You pouted and threw your cards on the table in anger. The boy, laughing mischievously, grabbed his chips and his prize, happy. You crossed your arms around your eyes and smiled. Since you were children you could never beat Luffy, you were inseparable friends and he had taught you how to play and in turn Shanks had taught Luffy how to play.

Luffy stood up from the table with his bottle of sarsaparilla and his dried meat. A smile crossed his face from ear to ear, he looked like a child. You looked at him and laughed happily, it was impossible to get angry with him, you loved him so much. Luffy approached you with his food.

"I promise to share my food with you… at least a little"

You laughed, patting his shoulder, if something characterized the brown-haired boy it was his gluttony. You grabbed the bottle and bringing it to your lips, you took a few sips while he looked at you. When you finished you sighed contentedly and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Hey, what do you say we go shooting practice?" You said giving him the bottle back.

He chuckled. "You mean YOU practice shooting."

You laughed. It was true, he didn't know how to use the gun very well but you always offered to teach him, but he preferred to see you and that's it (and if he could eat while looking at you, the better)

"Ok little cowboy, you'll watch me practice and you can also bring your food" You said pointing to the bottle and the beef jerky.

He smiled from ear to ear and gave a small shake of happiness. He hugged the meat and the bottle of sarsaparilla and followed you like a puppy towards the exit. They both rode until they reached an open field where only dry, yellow grass could be seen and a few oak trees casting shade. On one side there was a wooden board with a few bottles ready to shoot, you always went to that place to practice. You two got off the horse, leaving them tied to a nearby tree. You stood a few meters away from the bottles and Luffy stood next to you adjusting his black hat. You took out your gun and while the boy put a dried meat in his mouth, looking at you, you smiled and looked at the first bottle, winking. The first shot had been successful, the bottle had shattered as Luffy looked from you to the bottle in amazement and admiration while still chewing. With the other subsequent bottles it had been the same, just a little concentration on your part and the bottles would fall into pieces. Only one was missing

“Wow Y/N you are so good at this!!”

I smiled warmly, thanking him for the compliment. Suddenly you looked at the last bottle and when you were about to shoot you changed your mind and looked at your friend who was looking at you expectantly.

"How about I teach you how to break that bottle, huh?"

He looked at you doubtfully thinking about an answer, before he responded you said "Don't worry, it's easier than it seems, I'll help you."

Luffy looked at the bottle for a while and then looked at you "Okay, if you say it's easy, I'll do it" He said smiling.

Smiling, you offered to take care of his food and gave him the gun. You placed your hand over hers to guide her fingers and lock them over the trigger. At the slightest touch of yours on his skin, Luffy smiled widely and stared at you while you dedicated yourself to explaining the movements he had to do to avoid missing the shot. When you finally looked at him you found his gaze penetrating yours and you blushed slightly.

"Alright I hope you understood, come on shoot the bottle" You cleared your throat nervously.

The cowboy nodded and winking while sticking out his tongue in concentration, he pointed the gun and fired. The shot wasn't perfect but he managed to break the glass bottle that fell to the ground. You brought your hand to your mouth shouting and cheering him on.

"See? I told you you'd do it right!"

He blushed with joy and smiled "Well that's just because I have a good teacher."

You rolled your eyes in amusement and gave him a gentle, loving blow to the jaw with your fist. He laughed and suddenly hugged you tightly and spun you around lifting you into the air. You opened your mouth in surprise, squealing and laughing happily. So you spent a long time playing and chasing each other like cats and dogs, playing hide-and-seek or tickling each other, until the sun went down over the horizon and it became dark.

"How about we go to my house? It's too late to go to yours, and we can have dinner too if you want"

You laughed thinking that he was always eating, but he was right. Your house was further away from his so you nodded and riding away from the place. Along the way they were chatting happily and commenting on childhood anecdotes. When you arrived at Luffy's ranch you saw that there was a light on, he lived alone but he always left a light on just in case. You both entered, the interior was cozy, there wasn't much but it was comfortable, it had just what was necessary. Luffy put his food on a table and you took off your jacket to place it on a nearby coat rack. As you did so you couldn't help but admire a painting that had hung on the wall. It was a passage where you could see a cliff and a river. Everything had a perspective from the heights and distance, in the background a beautiful sunset full of purple and pink colors.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

You gave a little scream and jumped in place when you heard Luffy's voice so close to you. When you turned your head the brown haired boy was standing right behind you, so close that he could almost put his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The painting, is pretty, isn't it? I won it at an auction. I don't know who painted it and I don't know much about art but I liked this one."

While he was talking he looked at the painting and you couldn't help but see his brown eyes, they seemed prettier than you remembered. When he finished speaking he looked you in the eyes with his typical happy smile. Oh, you felt like the world around you was freezing and only you two mattered. You stayed like that for a few seconds until you found the courage to turn around and face him completely.

"Yeah I, uh..!"

You couldn't finish your sentence because when you went to take a step your foot got tangled in the leg of the coat rack and you tripped and fell on top of Luffy. The blow was so strong that he ended up with his back to the floor and you on top of him with your cheek on his chest. Luffy began to giggle softly that grew until it ended in laughter, you raised your head embarrassed and confused while he looked at you laughing. You frowned and blushed heavily. He touched your cheek with a finger.

"You look like a red apple, you look cute like that" he said laughing

You looked away embarrassed, Luffy made fun of everyone in a friendly way and sometimes said things innocently without bad intentions. But your shame was so much that you became angry at his words. You were going to respond with a mild rudeness when he opened his mouth before you.

"But I think you're missing something…" And then he took off his cowboy hat to put it on. "There! Now you look like a cowboy apple!" He said smiling and laughing innocently

Oh no. Didn't he know? It seemed not. Was he so naive as not to know the hat rule? Luffy thought his action was innocent and happy, he didn't mean anything bad by placing his hat on you but you knew that meant something else and now he really wanted the earth to swallow you.

"Uhh Luffy? Do you even know what the hat rule is?" You asked cautiously, controlling your nervousness.

He frowned in confusion and then his face changed in a few seconds to one of raised eyebrows and wild eyes. He quickly walked away from you and sat on the ground a short distance from you.

"OH NO NO NO, I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REMEMBER IT!!!"

He covered his hands a little embarrassed while you smiled shyly. It made you laugh that he was more embarrassed than you. At least he knew what it meant after all. You crawled closer to him slowly and removed his hands from his face, looking at him amused, you gave him a kiss on the cheek to which he looked at you surprised, who was the red apple now?

"We don't have to if you don't want to-"

In response Luffy gave you a kiss on the lips. It was fast and tender but that was the beginning of everything. Later, at night in his room, Luffy was lying face up on his bed and you were straddling him, leaning over and kissing him while you grabbed his cheeks. You asked him if he was ready and he nodded several times, quite excited you could say. You stood up and he placed his hands on your butt, squeezing and kneading your buttocks as if you were sourdough and he was the baker. You gasped in surprise and he smiled. It doesn't matter, you'd give it back. Because when you started bouncing on him, Luffy dissolved into purrs and gasps, he was a mess. You thanked heaven that Luffy lived alone because soon the room and the entire house were filled with moans.

"AhHh Y/N～ keep moving like that…"

The naughty cowboy liked to touch, too much. Now his hands were clinging to your breasts, trying to hold on to something and not crumble like a block of ice in an oven. A couple more bounces, some more moans from there and you two had ended up exhausted. You wrapped an arm around his torso as he circled your shoulders and caressed them. You smiled happily and were about to close your eyes when you suddenly opened them and looked at him worried.

"This won't ruin our friendship, will it?"

He laughed "Of course not, bad apple."

“Oh shut up you whiny brat” You rolled your eyes smiling.

[filmbyjy]

MIXED UP

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader

summary: baking has always been your passion and you were surprised when your teacher announced that he managed to save you an extra spot in the competition. however, that turned sour when you realise...you had to beat jay, the man who broke your heart.

warnings: decently angsty but happy ending. there is tons of sexual jokes in here because that's my type of humour (unfortunately). sunghoon being an asshole, shitty explaination of a damn baking competition. also it's been 3 years since the last time i was in home economics, okay. give me a break T_T i tried my best explaining it the best i could.

word count: 6.5K words

NOTE: SURPRISE!!! somehow I finished this in 3 days. im surprised. but yeah enjoy this. this is unfortunately mostly angsty…I wrote most of this at 12am in the morning so thats why👍🏻

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

wait wait, let us rewind to before this argument with jay exactly happened. 5 months ago, it was a saturday to be exact. both you and your twin brother, jake were hanging out in your bedroom just catching up since the both of you barely see each other (due to him being a science major and you being a culinary student). your phone pings and the both of you looked over at it.

you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

“someone you’re chatting to on tinder?” jake asks. you rolled your eyes.

“no, it’s just my teacher.”

“ooo is it the one that has all the girls panties soaking?” you gave your brother a disgusted look.

“where did you hear about that from?”

“well, remember when i had to walk over to your department because i had to hand you something?” you nod, “well there were tons of girls talking about your teacher and how hot he looks in his ‘chef outfit’.” jake air quotes.

“he is 30, married and has a kid.” you said. jake raises his brow.

“so you like dilfs?” jake asks.

“sim jaeyun!”

“what? he texted you! like dmed you!” jake raises his arm feigning his innocence. you facepalmed.

“he texted me because he is offering me an extra spot in a baking competition!” you read the text out loud. you did a double take, jake’s jaw drops.

“i thought you didn’t make it-” jake gasps, “did you suck his dick to get the extra spot, (name). be honest.”

you breathed in, “you have 3 seconds before i end your life, jake.”

“well-”

“3.”

“look.”

“2.”

“(name).”

“1.”

“WAIT!” jake gets up and runs around your apartment trying to escape you. you ran after him whilst yelling out loud. there were a series of knocks at your front door so you stopped chasing after your brother. jake lets out a sigh of relief.

you pointed at him before gesturing ‘it’s not over’. you went to open your door and well, surprise surprise. it was the last person on earth you’d like to see.

“park.”

“sim.”

“the fuck do you want?”

“this is an apartment building, mind keeping your voice down? i can hear you screaming from across.”

“the hallway is small, obviously you’d be able to hear me.” you folded your arms, leaning at your front door. “you live literally opposite of me.”

“no shit sherlock. i can see that.” jay grumbles, “i’m trying to study so could you shut the fuck up?”

you were about to scowl at him but your brother had to pop his head out.

“ay, jongseong. you still up for playing LOL right?” jake asks. jay flashes your brother a smile.

“of course, just get a hold of heeseung hyung and sunghoon.”

“perfect.” jake’s eyes met with yours. you grabbed your slippers.

“get back inside.” you smacked him once with your slipper. jake winces and pouts.

“can’t believe you’d hurt your twin brother.”

“didn’t i tell you not to befriend this asshole?” you point to jay.

“you can’t tell me what to do. your not mom.” jake sticks out his tongue before getting back inside. you sighed.

“anything else, park?”

“ah right, did you get a text from mr.kang?”

“and why the fuck would i tell you?” jay rolls his eyes.

“so you did get it. great because he offered me a spot too.” your jaw drops.

“how could he offer you a spot? you suck at baking.” jay laughs out loud.

“me? horrible at baking? you’re clearly thinking of someone else. maybe you’re thinking about jake.”

“I heard that jay!” jake yells from the living room. you rolled your eyes.

“high school, bake sale. you and i were supposed to make cookies together to sell. you burnt the cookies and we didn’t earn enough money to raise a charity. everyone in our class blamed us, mainly me because you claimed i was the one who burnt it. everyone believed in your white lies, all because they liked you and you were mr.popular while i was just your dumb shadow, following you around like a lost soul.”

that’s right. although you and jay were rivals now, you were best friends before. jay was the popular kid along with your brother and the two other boys, lee heeseung and park sunghoon. every girl loved them. every one of them wanted to be their girlfriend but none of the boys really cared. they thought at that age that getting a girlfriend wasn’t worth their time. sure, they loved having eyes on them and gaining the attention. they only, however, lead girls on. truly only showing their true colours after a single date. in fact, all of them were still virgins.

you were sure. you’ve never seen them kiss a single girl or seen them sneak off to some random room with a hook up, maybe except for heeseung (you were sure that boy has kissed a girl once). i mean, you were jake’s twin. obviously, you knew your brother would never do so. he was saving everything for marriage. wow, such a christian boy.

this rivalry between you and jay started with you confessing your feelings for him. yup, you liked him and you told him about it. it didn’t end pretty and you still remember jay laughing at you. it was…bad. you never want to relive that moment ever again which is why you simply only flirt and never confess. you were afraid of another rejection.

you devoted to hate everything jay does because he hurt your feelings. at first, he kept apologising (it wasn’t sincere at all) but then eventually he just grew to annoy you. he mocks you whenever you get a lower score than him. he loved teasing you and getting on your nerves. one time, he got a higher score than you in home economics, he never stopped yapping and showing off for a whole month straight.

then when you graduated, you just had to find out he was joining culinary too but why? he ruined the bake sale and burnt those damn cookies. why was he joining something he was bad at? was it to mock you and annoy you to death?

“that’s the past, sweetcheeks. we are living in the present which means i got the extra spot.” jay says. you rolled your eyes.

“just stay the fuck away from me. i have to win this.”

“always competitive, huh.”

you scoffed, “it’s a competition and it would look great on my portfolio so you better step the fuck back. this competition is important to me.”

“and if i beat your ass and prove a point you suck?”

“then i’ll actually beat your ass.” you raised a fist up. jay laughs before grabbing your fist and pushing it down.

“you do realise i’ve been hitting the gym lately. there is no way you’d be able to beat me.”

“just leave.” you shoved jay out into the hallway and closed the door on him. jake tiptoes warily, careful not to make you mad. he wraps his arms around you and hugged you. jake’s hugs always simmered down your anger. ever since you and jay became enemies, jake had always comforted you.

“(name), you do realise you can ignore him right?” you snuzzled your head onto jake’s chest, happy to be in your brother’s arms since he gave the best hugs.

“trust me, i’ve tried hard but that asshole lives to annoy me.”

“i’ll try to talk to him about it.”

“it’s fine. this is between me and him, i don’t want to bring you or the other 2 in.”

“well, technically it also involves us. he is our friend and you are my sister so yeah, i’m caught up between the both of you.”

“you could choose one of us to defend.”

“the both of you are petty, if i choose either one of you, your both going to sulk. it’s really funny since the both of you used to be friends too-”

“we do not speak about the past.” you smacked jake’s back. jake lets go of the hug.

“look i have no idea how you and jay fell apart but i miss how our friend group didn’t have you two constantly at each other’s throats. it was way better back then.”

you never told jake what happened to you and jay. he did know you were rejected by your crush but he didn’t know your crush was jay. you guessed that’s how much jay didn’t care about you. he never talked about it to your brother when you thought he would.

“it will never go back to how it was back then. besides, you know one of the reasons why we fell apart.”

“the bake sale incident. yeah, i know but i seriously thought that was the only reason. what’s the other reason?”

“not telling you, jaeyun.”

jake whines, “come on. i’m your twin brother, your singular minute younger twin brother. do you not trust me?” he pouts.

“yes because you suck at keeping secrets. you’d blurt it out to the 2 other boys.”

“well.” jake huffs. you ruffled his hair.

“come on, let’s watch some reruns of your favourite show.” jake gasps.

“let’s go!” jake drags you to the couch.

the next day, you entered the class. the first thing you ever noticed was how jay was busy flirting with one of the girls in the class. he pushes a strand of hair behind her ears and the girl blushes. you rolled your eyes and placed your bag in your locker (you had your own lockers in the class as it was the kitchen).

“you know the kitchen is for cooking and learning. not for you to nearly jump on each other.” you say to gain both of their attentions. jay turns to you. he notices how you were wearing a hoodie.

“why aren’t you in your attire?” jay asks. you grabbed your uniform from your bag.

“I was going to change.” you noticed the girl was eyeing you up and down in disgust. “why? do you wanna follow me into the bathroom? ah, i get it...you must’ve missed my body. judging by how much you were whimpering last night. who knew you liked to be pegged.” you smirked.

the girl’s jaw drops and so did jay’s.

“anyways, if you’re not going to follow me. i’m going first, take care jongseong~” you left the kitchen with a smile over your lips. you were about to enter the bathroom when a hand reaches out for you and spins you around.

“you.”

“oh come on, park. i know you’re just flirting with her for fun. you were never one to date seriously. you were also never one to take confessions seriously.” you mumbled the last part. jay unfortunately heard it though.

“what? are you still butthurt over me rejecting you?”

“in your dreams, i’m completely over you.” he backs you up against the wall and leans close.

“really?” you stared directly into his eyes, glaring at him. you could not waver, jay knows you well enough.

“yes, now get the fuck away from me.” you pushed him and went into the bathroom to change. you shut the stall door and sat down on the closed toilet lid. you groaned into your hands.

“why did my heart race again. you’re over him already. he isn’t worth your time.” you sighed before putting on your attire. you entered the class and got ready for it.

it was as per usual. the teacher talking about the history and then demonstrating the steps. after the class ends, the teacher calls up you and jay.

“my two favourite students!” mr.kang smiles. “so i know the both of you are capable of doing your very best in the competition, so i wanna challenge both of you.”

“we’ll be up to any challenge you put out, mr.kang.” jay says. you nearly scoffed at the good boy persona he was putting out to suck up to the teacher.

“great. i’d like the both of you to create 2 dishes. 1 of your own and one that the other likes.”

“sir, i don’t really understand what you are saying.” you asked.

“well, at first i thought of getting you two to do a dish together but then i remembered that this competition is only solo. in the end, i decided that you two will be making each other’s favourite dessert! it means you two can bond and get to know each other.”

oh if only the teacher knew you two were friends before. you smiled.

“alright, sir. we will get to it!” you say. mr.kang clasps his hands.

“great! competition is in 5 months time. you will have more than enough time to practice whilst balancing school work. take care, alright?”

“sir, may i bake in school? my apartment unfortunately does not have an oven and i can’t travel to my parent’s home since it’s in australia.”

“of course, (name). however, ingredients is not provided. you can keep your ingredients in the fridge though so it wouldn’t be a hassle to bring them back and forth.”

“duly noted. I’ll bring my own ingredients.” you say. mr.kang smiles.

“good luck you two.” and so the teacher leaves. you were just left with jay in the kitchen.

“both of us were friends, you know my favourite dessert and i know yours so we won’t need to hang out.” you opened your locker and grabbed your bag.

the next month flies by quick, you probably had baked about 5 times in this whole month alone. that’s how important it was for you. you did work in a small cafe which sold sweet treats so you could practice baking too.

“here you go, heeseung.” you hand heeseung a plate of cake that you had made after finishing class. heeseung smiled and thanked you. just as he was about to take a bite, jay shoves his cake in front of him.

“here, try this one instead!” jay says. heeseung looks at the both of you and then to jake and sunghoon.

“hey, umm mind trying these cakes with me? if eat it alone, i might get threatened by these two.”

“enjoy dude, i’ve already been harassed by (name) and jay last week. it’s your turn.” sunghoon yells.

“yeah, i think i need to hit the gym again. i’ve had too many cake for this past month.” jake huffs. you gasped.

“ah, then this is perfect time to announce that i made pie too.” you placed the slice on the table. sunghoon and jake ran over to grab it but heeseung claims it as his by taking a bite out of it.

“please tell me you have more.” jake pleads. you giggled.

“yeah, it’s in the fridge.”

“YES!!” jake runs over to your fridge. you turned to jay and smiled.

“never thought about switching things up huh, park?” jay scoffs.

“you’re just buttering up to them so they can keep trying out your baked goods.”

“exactly, moreover, they love my pies. i recall you loving it too.” you grabbed a small bite sized with a fork and made airplane noises. “does jongseong, want it?”

jay rolls his eyes, “i’ll take my revenge and no, i don’t want your pie.”

“suit yourself~” you were ready to eat it when jay goes for it. he chews and swallows it.

“it’s not crumbly enough, maybe you should’ve rubbed the fat in more.” jay smirks before he goes over to the bathroom.

2nd month, you were about 3 months away from the actual competition. you were once again back in the kitchen at 6pm creating the next idea you had in mind for the baking competition. just as you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed jay and the same girl from that day. she was on the counter and jay stood in between her legs. they were making out. your heart drops. you suddenly felt like crying. why? aren’t you over him? he can do whatever he wants.

you accidentally dropped your bag and they pulled away to inspect what the sound was. jay’s eyes met with yours. it had been so long since he had seen the look of disappointment and hurt in your eyes. the last time being when he laughed in your face after you confessed in high school. you composed yourself and grabbed your bag from the ground before trudging to your locker. a tear slips by accident and you wiped it quickly.

“wow, you’re not a kissing virgin. thought you were, makes me think my brother and the 2 other two aren’t too.” you tried to hide your wavering voice. “by the way, the kitchen is a place for cooking. not for a hook up. please leave if you are going to continue, you have your own apartment for a reason.” with that you left. you went to change into your outfit.

the moment the bathroom stall door was shut, you couldn’t help but bawl your eyes out. you were confused and frustrated with how you were feeling. you told yourself multiple times that you were over jay. you sucked it up and change into your chef attire before washing up your face. you entered the kitchen again, it was empty so jay did actually leave.

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on baking, not on jay. that was your priority.

you went over to preheat the oven, you start measuring up all the dry ingredients before grabbing the butter and cold water from the fridge. you quietly sifted the flour into the bowl and dumped the butter inside, carefully you rubbed the butter and flour together, making it look like breadcrumbs. you placed the bowl into the mixer and poured cold water little by little as the mixer slowly created the dough.

your mind went places. you imagined you and jay working on desserts together. him guiding your hand and helping you. his laughter echoing beside you. he kisses the side of your head. however, that was not reality and you shouldn’t even be dreaming about him like that. you sighed. you grabbed the dough and wrapped in cling wrap, it had to rest in the fridge for a while.

you scrolled through your phone while waiting. you noticed a text from sunghoon and his caller id flashes on the screen, you picked it up.

“what’s up, hoon?” you answered.

“where are you?”

“still in the kitchen.”

“i hear moaning sounds from jay’s house, i almost went inside until jake pointed it out. can we crash at your place?”

“why are you guys always over at my house?”

“because jay lives in front and he is our friend too. we usually go over because jake misses his twin sister dearly.” you giggled.

“yeah, i know he does. I’ll text you my code.”

“alright.” you could tell sunghoon was hesitating to say something.

“do you have something else to say, hoon.”

“do you want me to come over to accompany you?” sunghoon asks.

“then what about jake?”

“heeseung hyung is here too. i can just tell them i’m gonna be your dessert taster.”

“then wouldn’t they wanna come too?”

“jake and heeseung can’t handle any more desserts. It’s too much for them.”

“alright, then come over. you know where the kitchen is right?”

“I followed jake there once but could you guide me through call?”

“of course. in that case, i’ll text jake my code instead. you can make your way over now and i’ll remain on call with you.”

“perfect.”

you could hear chattering on the other side. you sent jake a text message with your code. you guided sunghoon over to where you were.

“woah, this place is cool.”

“yeah, it’s only for culinary students but since classes are over and i have permission to use this place. i can bring you here.” you remembered jay had been bringing the girl over here, you assumed they’ve been hooking up for a decent amount of time.

“look, i came here to talk to you about jay.”

“oh god, what is it-”

“i know you used to like jay and you confessed to him.”

“what? what else do you know?”

“well, when you confessed to him he laughed right in your face and you cried the whole way home.”

“park sunghoon, did you stalk me?”

“nono, i didn’t. I happened to have noticed it while on the way home and well you know we walk the same route to get home since i’m your neighbour after all.”

“this is embarrassing. do the other 2 know?”

“not at all. just me.”

“well, keep it secret then. it’s the past, jay and i will never become as close as before.” you sighed and grabbed the dough. you floured the wooden board and the rolling pin. you unwrapped the dough and rolled it out on the board.

“i also know that you saw jay and that girl making out.”

you stopped rolling the dough out before shaking your head and cutting out the dough to fit the aluminium foil tart. you pressed it on and stabbed the bottom with a fork.

“you have hawk eyes, hoon.” you weakly laughed while cutting out more dough. “you always seem to catch me at the wrong times. the fact that all of them included jay. you know, i even told him that i didn’t know he did all of these things and it makes me think you guys do this too-” you turned to face sunghoon but realise he was inches away from you.

you stepped back, “sorry.”

sunghoon hugs you. it was rare he ever did this, which was why you found it weird. you broke the hug.

“hoon, why are you doing this?”

“(name)...” you tilt your head. “I-”

you could hear a crash behind sunghoon. you noticed it was jay. you rolled your eyes.

“had fun? you must’ve been so stressed with preparation for the baking competition that you got your dick wet.” you continued pressing down the dough onto the mould. jay rolls his eyes.

“jealous? at least i’m getting something. you’re stuck being a virgin for the rest of your life. you’ve never even kissed anyone, pathetic.” you stopped what you were doing and decided that you had enough of jay but sunghoon holds you back.

“don’t (name).” sunghoon says. you just listened to him. after that, you and jay never dared to talk to each other. sunghoon could sense the suffocating tension between the both of you, he only sighs.

3rd month, you were happily giggling whilst typing on your phone. recently, sunghoon had been sending you a bunch of funny and adorable photos of himself. he says it’s to cheer you up so you could enjoy your day. you were yet again about to enter the kitchen when sunghoon pops up in front of you whilst holding something.

“present for the birthday girl~”

“hoon, it’s not my birthday!”

“check your calendar again, dummy.” you looked at the date and realised, he was right. “happy birthday, prettiest girl.” sunghoon pecks your forehead.

“hoon!” you smacked his arm, “we are supposed to keep this a secret. we wouldn’t want anyone to snap a picture of us and post us onto the school’s hot new couple page for jake to see.”

“you’re right…but i kinda don’t mind.” he starts to leave pecks all over your face.

both you and sunghoon somehow became a couple 2 weeks after the incident that happened with jay a month ago. sunghoon obviously knew you liked jay still, he could tell from the lingering gazes you gave jay when jay wasn’t looking. sunghoon wasn’t hurt by this since he knew this in the long run when falling for you. however, since jay was being an ass to you right now. he thought why not have some fun for a while with you before jay comes to realise that he liked you.

“ehem.” you hear someone clear their throat. you knew who it was. you turned around and faced the boy.

“oh sorry, am i in your way? i’ll move your majesty.”

“are you and sunghoon a couple? shall i tell your dear brother?” jay smirks.

“go ahead. i’ve been meaning to tell everyone. I think everyone deserves to know i’m dating the park sunghoon.” jay clenches his fist.

“well unfortunately, there are no outsiders allowed in here.”

“oh really, just yesterday you brought your ‘girlfriend’ here. i don’t see what’s wrong with bringing my boyfriend here.”

“too bad, the rules just applied today. besides, you’re going to get distracted, sim.”

“really? but this distraction is great. he gets to kiss me and help me out.”

“well, pda isn’t allowed here.”

“oh wow, you’re so fucking annoying-” sunghoon pulls you into a kiss. you wrapped your arm around his neck. he peaks to look at jay and notices how jay’s jaw was clenched. his knuckles turning white. jay’s eyes met with sunghoon’s. sunghoon takes the opportunity to slide his hand down to your waist and squeezing it. he closes his eyes to really feel and deepen the kiss.

you pulled back, “hoon.” sunghoon looks down to notice your adorable rosy cheeks.

“let’s go, it’s your birthday. we should enjoy it.” sunghoon holds your hand. he ignores jay’s glare. you nod. “we could even make use of your present tomorrow when i help you out with your baking.” sunghoon says.

“don’t you have an extra-curriculum?”

“yeah but you can swing by my apartment and we could bake there..”

“great idea!!” sunghoon smiles.

“then let’s spend your birthday together.” you happily nodded and dragged sunghoon out of the kitchen. jay watches you and sunghoon leave.

he can’t help but feel jealousy, especially since he likes you but he knew you wouldn’t be so careless and accept him. not when he has hurt you. jay slams his fist onto the counter. he ignored the stinging pain and how his knuckles were going to be bruised. how did jay deduce he liked you? well, that day when you caught him and that girl making out. he felt the need to go over and comfort you, like it was wrong to see you so heartbroken.

it had been like that since the day you confessed to him, guilt always creeped around whenever he thought about that day. he regrets laughing in your face. if he hadn’t done so, he would’ve been dating you right now and it wouldn’t have turned out into a ‘enemies to lovers’ arc. it would’ve been ‘friends to lovers’. well, unfortunately, he has let you slip out of his hands once again and he hates himself for it.

4th month, as competitions was just a month away. you were stressing to do well and with that happening. you interacted less and less with sunghoon. you felt bad, how could you ghost your own boyfriend? as such, you made sunghoon a dessert to apologise but you were met with a random girl in his apartment. she was just wearing a robe, a bathroom robe.

“who are you and what do you want with my sunghoon?” you felt your heart drop.

“your sunghoon?” you scoffed. “really? In that case, enjoy this treat with your boyfriend. just let him know his ex-girlfriend just dropped by.” you smiled at the girl and left.

you dropped a text to sunghoon, “let’s break up. thought we could last but i guess you were just using me. thanks for the memories and don’t ever come by my house ever again.” you blocked his number shortly after.

after that shock, jake was flabbergasted to find out you and sunghoon dated. moreover, he cheated on you. he was mad at the boy and so he never contacted him for at least 2 weeks before he folded and hanged out with him. you were doing so well since the break up. two of the worst things happened to you, you got rejected and you got cheated on.

jake knocks on your bedroom door.

“hey (name).” he pauses, “i know this whole thing is taking a toll on you. it really sucks that sunghoon cheated on you. you know i’d never accept cheaters as friends-”

“enjoy your time with him.” you yelled.

“(name).”

“leave, jake.” jake winces at the tone you used. he could hear you once again crying. jake turns to heeseung.

“i should probably punch sunghoon’s guts for hurting my sister, huh.”

“yes.” heeseung sighs, “two of the closest people to (name) and they both fucked up bad. idiots.”

“you wouldn’t dare hurt my sister would you?” jake looks at heeseung.

“if i hurt your sister, please unfriend me.” heeseung says.

“bro…” jake hugs heeseung.

5th month, you finally finished with your last dessert that you decided to do at the baking competition. you placed the final touches and smiled.

“(name).” it was sunghoon. you sighed and turned to him.

“what are you doing here? thought you were busy with your new girlfriend. she’s really pretty by the way. ah, she must’ve also been really experienced in sex. makes sense why you cheated on me since i have no experience.”

“(name), listen to me.”

“why should i listen to you when i trusted you and you betrayed it, hmm?”

“i’m sorry i broke your trust.”

“look, i was happy for the time we dated. i actually forgot that my feelings for jay might’ve came back. i let you kiss me, make out with me and for what? for you to fuck up the friendship we had?”

“I really thought i had someone who cared for me. clearly, i don’t. you used me. just get out.” you say.

“i’m sorry.”

“leave please.” your voice was already cracking, tears forming. sunghoon leaves and you kneeled onto the ground whilst crying. you tried forgetting about the time you spent with sunghoon but it felt exactly like back then. when you first confessed to jay.

you felt arms wrap around you and you knew that familiar scent. it was jay. you wanted to push him away but you didn’t have the energy to right him off you so you just cried in his arms. jay never said anything, he just rubbed your shoulder and occasionally left pecks on the side of your head. it was funny, your first love comforting you after your first ever boyfriend cheated on you.

D-DAY, finally it was the day of the competition. jay has never talked about what happened in the kitchen. which you were thankful for because it was one of your weakest moments and you just simply didn’t want to talk about it.

“you may begin baking, chefs, you have 2 hours of baking time for 2 dishes. good luck.” the host says. you took a deep breath and started searching for the ingredients you needed.

after you were done, you went to your work station and washed your hands. you preheated the oven and started measuring out the amount you needed. it was a rough battle, everyone was extremely tensed since they wanted to do well. there was enough time to cool the dough down so that’s what you did before starting up on the next dessert.

it was jay’s favourite. a memory comes flooding back.

“here, try this.” you gave jay a spoonful. he hums.

“it’s really good. what is it?”

“just something that i wanted to try.”

“it’s almost as great as the ones in bakery shops.” jay says.

“are you saying my desserts are worst than bakery shops?”

“well..” you smacked him. “i’m kidding!”

“you better be.”

“i can definitely say…this will be my favourite dessert from now on.”

“and why?” you asked curiously.

“because you made them.”

you shook your head. you had to concentrate on making the dessert.

2 hours pass by in a breeze. everyone was extremely worried as they placed their desserts onto the table in front of the judges. they gave time to everyone to walk around while the judges taste tested their desserts. you walked outside and went to the fountain. you felt a presence next to you but you could tell who it was.

“was it hard?” jay asks.

“hmm? what’s hard?”

“knowing that sunghoon cheated on you.”

“what do you think?”

“i knew sunghoon had been cheating on you.” you turned to face jay, “i confronted him about it. he mentioned about how ‘i need to realise something.’ and that he is doing this for me.”

“what do you mean?”

“I have no idea what he means too but if it makes you feel better, i punched him.” your heart leaps. he punched sunghoon for you. you snort.

“why? felt obliged to do so? you didn’t need to, you know. it’s mine and sunghoon’s business.”

“I didn’t feel obliged to do so. sunghoon is an asshole, he cheated on someone. i wouldn’t accept any of the guys if they cheated on a girl.”

“what about you then?”

“i’ve never cheated on anyone and i don’t plan to.”

“then why do you fuck around and hurt a girl’s heart.”

“it’s different.”

“really? because i feel like it’s the same thing. especially when there is a girl out there who likes you and they know you are fucking some other girl.”

“(name) do you-”

“hey hey, sunshine.” your brother hugs you. you spot sunghoon and heeseung. jake pulls away from the hug to pat jay’s back. “ah wait, i forgot to add something.” he places a paper bag over sunghoon’s head.

“There.” jake smiles. sunghoon groans.

“is it really necessary to do this?”

“yes, because you are the fuckwit who hurt my twin sister. she still doesn’t want to see and talk to your cheating ass.”

“okay, fine!” sunghoon folds his arms. “but i tried apologising.”

“she didn’t accept your apology so it doesn’t count!” jake says.

you rolled your eyes, “just take the paper bag off.”

sunghoon sighs in relief, he takes the bag off his head and swooshes his hair back since it was messy.

“what are you guys doing here?” you asked.

“to support you and jay of course.” jake smiles. you nod.

“such a supportive little brother.” you cooed teasingly whilst ruffled his hair.

“by 1 minute (name). one.” jake huffs. you giggled. you heard the host calling out for everyone.

“oh they are announcing winners. let’s go.” heeseung says.

“we are here to announce the winner of the baking competition!”

“it was a really tough decision for the judges as there were two people who were neck and neck.”

jake nudges you, “bet it’s you and jay.”

“won’t be surprised. we are always the top in our class anyways. all that matters is that it’s either me or him who got 1st place.”

“it doesn’t really matter.”

“it does to me, it would look good on my graduate certificate, don’t you think?”

“second place, would like nice on you too. since you got it.” jay smirks. you turned to the screen and realised your name was just below jay. he was first place.

they made you go up on stage to accept the award and certificate. you put on a smile which instantly faded the moment you got off stage. jay was laughing with your brother and the 2 other boys. you shoved the items to jake and pulled jay away from them.

you brought him over to the kitchen, the same place the both of you spent on practicing for the competition.

“what the fuck did you do to the results? did you cheat your way through?” jay scoffs.

“is that how you see me as? come on, sim. just cause i did better than you.”

“better than me? it should be me who is better than you.”

“maybe if you didn’t make a mistake on adding a teeny tiny bit more sugar, you’d get a better result.” jay mocks while waving the 1st prize in your face. your hands were clenched, the whites of your knuckles showing. tears just brimming at your eyes.

“why are you such a fucking jerk?”

“me? a jerk? aww is little (name) going to cry?” jay pouts.

“you don’t even want to get a degree!”

“you’re right. I don’t. I just live to annoy you and get you mad. besides, i can just take up my dad’s position as a CEO at his company.” jay smirks. “everything is already planned for me.”

you lift your finger up to poke into his chest, backing him up against a wall.

“you’re such a bitch, you know?”

“ah, i live to be one.” jay smirks as he provokes you. you leaned close, tiptoeing to get to his height. the both of you not backing away.

“i fucking hate you.” you told him. it was hard to admit it, not when he was your first love. jay rolls his eyes.

“say that again. i dare you.”

“i fucking h-” jay pushes his lips on yours. your eyes widened. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you wanted to push him away but your body didn’t let you.

‘fuck it, it happened already.’ was what you thought. you closed your eyes and kissed jay back. he smiles through the kiss and pulls you closer, his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

you pulled back after another 1 minute or so. you needed some air since jay was literally knocking the air out of you. you looked away from jay and tilts your chin up with his finger.

“look at me, baby.” you melt at his words. “why are you so shy now, what happened to the (name) that always bites back?” you blushed. he chuckles and pecks your nose.

“i like you.” jay admits. your heart swells.

“i like you too.” you shyly say. jay wraps his arms around you.

“i find it weird you’re not biting back and scowling but i missed this (name) a lot. my (name).” you snuggled in jay’s arms.

“then would you rather i start scowling and getting mad at you for kissing me?” you tried pulling away. jay holds you tighter.

“no, don’t leave.” he pecks your forehead. you laughed.

“by the way, sunghoon purposely cheated on you because he knew i liked you.” jay admits. you pulled away from the hug.

“WHAT?”

[thethingsido4]

Decision

This is my story for the 2024 Jinnobi Challenge that I have been looking forward to so much! I have no clue how this all works, so I just say that there are no warnings needed. Unless Force Ghost Qui-Gon makes you too sad to read a story with him. In that case, you've been warned!

Please enjoy!

“Obi-Wan.”

The twin suns of Tatooine cast a harsh light over the endless dunes, and their scorching rays penetrated even the shadows within the cave in which Obi-Wan Kenobi had made his current home. For seven months he had lived here to watch over Anakin’s son from afar, still carrying the weight of his failures on his weary shoulders. The middle aged man once again sat cross-legged, sunk deep in a meditation as he so often did. Exactly how Qui-Gon had taught him to do. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, yet his mind was a tempest of regrets and unspoken chaos. It made Qui-Gon uneasy to feel that Obi-Wan was so confused and… hurt?

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon repeated gently, his voice filled with warmth but shaken with concern. "It's good to see you again."

Obi-Wan did not open his eyes, nor did he respond. He remained still, his face a mask of stoic determination. Qui-Gon's smile faded fully now and was replaced by a look of worry. He would never have disturbed a meditation that was obviously so urgently needed. Instead, Qui-Gon chose to vanish and leave Obi-Wan alone to find whatever peace melting with the Force could gift him with.

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Various days had passed even though it had not felt like it at all. Being one with the Force connected Qui-Gon with the whole universe but also meant that concepts like time or life and death were lost to him. He only knew how long it had truly been when he noticed Obi-Wan’s beard having grown longer than he normally liked it.

He had intended to wait for a call, a longing thought of him even, but Qui-Gon felt the curious sensation that he simply could not wait any longer. There was an ache that only being with Obi-Wan could cure. He had stopped to convince himself that it was any other feeling but the one he knew bound him to his former padawan. No, he could wait no longer.

Qui-Gon appeared with his ethereal form shimmering in the dim light within the cave, bringing some brightness and colour to it. His former padawan stood only five steps away, near the left wall where he was preparing some tea. Their positions made it impossible that Obi-Wan had not noticed his appearance. It was surprisingly painful not to be noticed once again like it had been for so many years that he had reached out to his beloved in vain. But he blinded himself with defensive ignorance. Obi-Wan had indeed perceived his presence. His beloved chose to ignore him, and this hurt even more.

"Obi-Wan, why do you refuse to speak to me?" he asked, his tone a mix of sorrow and confusion even to his ears.

He reached out with his mind, and even though Obi-Wan's soul was shielded against any intruding touch, his defenses seemed less intense now. There was a shimmer of warmth radiating form it even – and pain.

When the former Jedi turned to look at him, his eyes were filled with a sadness that seemed to steal all warmth away. Qui-Gon felt his form flicker with a trepidation that felt more physical than it had any right to be.

"It's not that I don't want to talk to you, Master Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan answered after what felt like eternity. His voice was low and mournful.

What had hurt the one being in the universe that Qui-Gon would have given his all for? And how was it possible that he had not felt it before?

Obi-Wan lowered his walls for just a moment, yet the sadness almost chocked Qui-Gon. It only occurred to him then: His former padawan had addressed him as ‘Master’ again. Not once during the last seven months had he called him that way.

“You are hurting very much, my former padawan,” he addressed Obi-Wan as he believed his beloved wished for the distance that the formal address provided.

“I am. Do not look any deeper into it, though. There is no physical source.”

Qui-Gon took a step closer. He needed the proximity to this man like he had needed air when he had been a living being. "What is the source of your suffering then? Please, make me understand, so I may help easing your pain."

Obi-Wan looked away, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the cave's entrance. There was an unfamiliar shimmer in his eyes. Qui-Gon had not seen Obi-Wan cry since he had been a fifteen year old boy. The memory made him feel ashamed. He had failed to protect him back then already.

"I spoke with Grandmaster Yoda," Obi-Wan began, when Qui-Gon had already given up hope for an answer. "He told me something that I wasn't prepared to hear.”

“I wish he would not have spoken to you at all then.” It was true and he tried to saturate any syllable with his sincerity.

The green eyes found his own. Obi-Wan but whispered then. ”He told me that you… were in love with me. Since forever."

The silence that followed was thick with emotions. It could have been a wall, so perfectly did it separate them. Qui-Gon bowed his head, breaking their eye contact. "Obi-Wan, I..."

His beloved interrupted, his voice rising with frustration. "I have been in love with you since I was a teenager, Qui-Gon! And you knew that! You knew even before I told you! I was so ashamed and afraid for so long, I thought I’d die during some nights! And all those years I thought it was unrequited longing, a perversion! But now I learn that you felt the same way! You cheated us out of fulfilled love! We had a chance at happiness! And you threw it away! For what? Pride? Vanity? The Code of the Jedi? Why didn’t you tell me? Even if you never wanted to be with me, didn’t I deserve the truth? I always believed truth meant something to you!"

Tears welled up visibly in Obi-Wan's eyes now, and he quickly wiped them away, but not before Qui-Gon saw them. It was punishment. They stabbed his soul. His heart ached more than ever for the man he had trained once and loved in secret ever after. And he had failed him in more than one way obviously, or Obi-Wan would have been able to meditate away all his anger by now.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said softly, "I could not have told you. As your master and superior, it would have been utterly inappropriate. Our relationship was one of guidance and mentorship. To reveal my feelings would have compromised everything. It would have stood in your way to become the Jedi you now are… and I would have hated myself for that."

Now Obi-Wan's tears broke free, streaming down his cheeks as he cried openly. Had his words hurt his beloved even more? Weren’t they a logical explanation? Weren’t they enough to make him understand why he had done what had needed to be done?

Qui-Gon came closer until there was less than half a step between them. What he would have given to wipe those tears away with his own fingers! He reached out but his hand passed through the beloved body without any contact.

"I know it hurts," Qui-Gon whispered, "and I am so very sorry for the pain I have caused you. But know this, Obi-Wan: my love for you was always pure, always selfless. It was my duty to protect you, to train you, and to prepare you for the challenges you would face. That love, that bond, it was always there, even if it was never spoken out loud. And it shall always be there. If nothing else of me remains one day, it will."

Obi-Wan sobbed, his body shaking with the release of his repressed emotions. "I just... I just wish things had been different."

"If they had been, if we’d been Qui-Gon the librarian and Obi-Wan the farmer, there would have been nothing that could have stood between us. If need be, I would have stolen you away and eloped to wherever you would have wanted to be with me."

There was a last show of tears. The lips that Qui-Gon had wanted to kiss so often parted slightly as to speak words that his beloved had not found yet.

“Nothing,” Qui-Gon repeated in earnest. “Nothing could have come between us. You would have been suffocated by all the love I would have forced upon you.”

“There wouldn’t have been any force needed.”

Ah! There was the smallest of smiles on Obi-Wan’s face. Oh, Force! He was still so beautiful! More so than any sunrise he’d ever seen. This soul shone brighter than a star being born in the skies. Qui-Gon had always been graced by it, long before he had managed to force his ethereal being into a form to be seen and heard by the living again. It had been so much easier for him than Obi-Wan who had survived all those years to be forced into loneliness. Qui-Gon was drowning in a sudden wave of shame and guilt for what he had put his beloved through with his dying wish.

“Please, stop! I can feel your guilt like hands strangling me.”

“Forgive me!”

Obi-Wan shook his head, his eyes sincere and honest. “The time with Anakin was a happy one. Or as happy as it could be considering the circumstances. It was so for many years. I really was… content.”

Another smile appeared on Obi-Wan’s lips and the wish to kiss them was as strong as it had ever been.

Could he achieve that? Train his abilities within the Force to be able to touch gently and caress? What would it take?

It didn’t matter, Qui-Gon concluded. He had eternity to achieve his goal.

“Rest assured that I love you with all my being and shall always do so.”

Obi-Wan’s smile became brighter with these words lowly echoing from the naked walls around them. He truly shone like a sun and he had been his beacon of light for so many years now. Qui-Gon’s heart overflew with emotion and he made sure to guide it through their bond. All shields were down. Obi-Wan lay open to him, all vulnerable and pure and all so beautiful. It could have made Qui-Gon weep, too.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Every day of my life, Master.” Obi-Wan laughed. The old address bubbling from his lips now. “Even though I expect you to come to me every single one of them. Or do you have other business of importance to attend to?”

“I have,” Qui-Gon answered and pushed all of his love and longing into Obi-Wan’s heart to reassure him that he was not only his priority but his reason for existence as “Qui-Gon”. “I will come as often as I can, for as long as I am able to. Although, I cannot say how long it will take me to achieve what I need to achieve or if being with you may hinder my concentration.”

The tea was long forgotten, the water quite possibly too cold by now to enjoy drinking it. Obi-Wan had completely forgotten about it anyway. He was shaking his head again, his forehead showing even more wrinkles as the two suns had already carved into it. “You are still a mystery to me, Qui-Gon Jinn.”

“I will tell you as soon as I can. Please, have trust in me, for I do not wish to be the reason for your disappointment if I fail.”

The smile reappeared, yet weak and somewhat of a lie perhaps. “Just promise me to visit me as often as you feel fit. This place… Well, it tends to be lonely when you are not with me.”

He wanted to apologize again. This time for all the years that Obi-Wan had lost, all the happiness he had had to sacrifice for what Qui-Gon had believed for the greater good of all the universe. It should have been him.

He spoke before Obi-Wan could sense his feelings: “I promise. But know that I am always with you, no matter if you can see or hear me. Look into your soul, and there I shall be.”

“Qui-Gon…”

“I’ll visit you again soon,” he promised and felt an inexplicable amount of hope and enthusiasm rise within him. There was no way that the Force would not guide him to achieve his goal to touch. He had spent fifteen years to create the ethereal form that enabled communication with his beloved one. It had been difficult but manageable. As would the ability to touch be. He was ready to spend the same amount of time squared as long as he could give Obi-Wan but one kiss. “Shine for me.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head but gifted him a real smile now, his eyes twinkling with love. “As you wish, my Master.”

“This address is no longer appropriate,” Qui-Gon countered the smile with his own. “I want to be your “dear”, your ‘beloved’.”

“Return to me quickly then, my beloved.”

It was as sweet as honey and as beautiful as the flowers on Naboo, but eternal in its perfection. He would never tire of bringing this smile back on Obi-Wan’s lips. He felt a happiness wash over him that made him feel dizzy as well as almighty. There was no time to linger in this bliss any longer, though. He needed to meditate and sharpen his exertion of the Force.

He could not wait to show Obi-Wan what he had only been able to tell him about on this fateful day. He would take hold of him more passionately than his former self would have ever allowed himself to and he would kiss Obi-Wan deeply for as long and often as his beloved would desire.

Just wait a little while longer, he begged Obi-Wan without words. Hold out just a little bit longer!   

[navibluebees]

How Lyle would be with his SO

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I couldn't see it for a while... but you recom blogs have convinced me. @recom-recruit it was mostly your polycule chart lol

Welcome to my brain. Hope you guys enjoy~

Would be very cuddly after a long day at work. 

Is open to cooking, but really enjoys when you have food ready for him.

Pulls you onto his lap to hold you and feed you

Holds you on his lap literally ANYWHERE no matter who else is there.

Headcanon amazing hands. Very appreciative of you fixing food so he rubs your neck, back, feet, whatever you want

Likes going to see new places with you. Super tall so he will lift you up on his shoulders to see things far away. 

In that same vein, he’s great to take grocery shopping. “Oh. I see you are in need of a tall, strong man to get this can off of the top shelf for you. I would be honored.” *silly bowing to you*tried to curtsy one time and almost fell on his ass. You laughed so hard that you had to stop grocery shopping.

Even when he embarrasses himself, if it makes you smile, he’s so goofy and happy about it

If you are nervous to try something new, he encourages you but doesn’t push. If you decide to do it, he’s all “Great job! I am so proud of you. You did so well!” *Ooo-ra*

Enjoys physical activities - not those, we can talk about those later - hiking, rock climbing. Loves to lift you up when rock climbing. Will catch you before you’ve rappelled all the way down just so he can touch your butt. Loves all of you but is 100% an ass man.

Semper fi fr this man would be loyal af. You mean the world to him.

Is a giant blue baby when sick. V dramatic. 

Puts you in his shirt and giggles at how smol you look in it.

INCREDIBLY ticklish

loves to hold you against walls. Sit you on top of counters, literally anything to get your face closer to his.

I am also convinced he can flex his pec muscles and will do it to make you laugh (you pretended like you didn’t like it for a bit but he caught on quickly)

Dates riding on the banshee!

Will love u forever and always <3

*NSFW Below *

Favorite positions, against the wall obviously, your legs around him while he holds you up. Also missionary to be more intimate especially if he’s been on an assignment away for a while. And don’t discount riding him. Will grip your hips so hard, bruises for days. 

Hickeys always unless you say otherwise. Very into you but also super respectful

Is a switch for sure. Loves to be tied up. Ooh and blindfolded. 

Gets off by making sure you’re loud enough to be heard by the other recoms. Sometimes invites them to join.

Loves ears being kissed.

Not as long as others but v girthy

Enjoys receiving oral but loves giving it more.

Loves when your legs wrap around him when he’s inside you

Will pull your hair. Wraps his hand around it.

If he’s behind you and inside, will put the other hand across your stomach or chest, or around your throat if you’re into that.

[edgyonporpoise]

Prison of Plastic

Hey so I just finished reading/listening to Prison of Plastic, Epithet Erased’s book continuation, and my heart! Is full! My soul! Is nourished! And there is something spoilery! I have to scream about! Under the cut!

OKaY, so. I haven't seen Anime Campaign and I have no intention to, I wanna experience this story as it releases. BUT. Naven is absolutely 100% the secret final boss, right? They could be doing the whole "You thought the obvious twist villain was a villain, but there's a twist to this twist! Ooo~ooo~oo~~" but for now I'm operating on the assumption that he is and like. Fuck dude, he was so MAD.

In his little (hah, fairy) speech to Molly about talking to brick walls? That right there, is a normal person in a world with superpowers. Silly superpowers, but still, this story is very clear about how dangerous those powers are. This is a speech from someone who has Tried to talk it out, to have Mundie voices heard. He has tried to claw his way up, to build a respectable business run by, employing and catering to Mundies, to shove it in their dumb superpowered faces that normal people are still capable people.

And he is tired of being put down.

Tired enough to swing the wrecking ball through society, to tear down Epithets and everything they stand for. Think about it! Even if he is actually that nice guy we see, think about all the bullshit Epithets can cause. Think about the 17-year-old, so traumatized and scared of herself that she threw a tantrum so hard it took up his entire evening and nearly seriously injured 3 different people! (She threw Molly down a dumbwaiter. She nearly toppled literal tons of cake on him. She DISAPPEARED Rick's HEART!) Sure, it was an evening he had set aside for a speech class, but three hours late to finish it? He's a CEO of a multinational conglomerate. How many cross-timezone meetings did they have to reschedule? The fact that he takes the time out to make sure to urge Lorelai to check the message from Giovanni, even though no-one can see him and it doesn't seem to further any goal for recruiting Lorelai for his terrorist org besides making her feel better, makes me thing there's some sincerity to him. But that makes it all the juicier!

Makes me think of the line where Gio's spouting about people who think they're good but still do bad stuff! Makes me think about how Naven, snarky little pixie who's been playing along with Gio's rambles in any other way suddenly stops speaking at that point and doesn't come back in until after. (And maybe that's just for the flow of the scene but I can just imagine him floating in the background with suddenly flinty eyes while no-one's looking)

Makes me think of the little girl, the little girl he has implied he would kidnap (from what Molly's flashbacks said anyway) if it weren't for the laws holding him back, who crumbles under the weight of the world, of her family's business expenses. Yes, maybe Molly is right, maybe absolutely no-one knows what they're doing. But it is a human instinct to shield the children from the horrors of reality, to give them some small amount of time where they can be carefree. A shitty father, a bratty sister, and Epithets took that away from Molly.

Maybe Naven is just salty at Epithet users for looking down on him for being Mundie. Maybe he thinks he'll be doing the world a service, bringing it back to normal. Maybe he just thinks that these things are dangerous, and should be... Regulated in some way.

Maybe he's right? Even to people who do have these powers. People like Lorelai, who are scared of their own abilities. Or people like Mera, actively harmed by their Epithets. Or the whole IDEA of Ocean Country citizens being farmed for EXP. Damn, the idea of Down With Epithet Society makes a whole lotta sense.

And guys who make you think "Huh, that makes sense." are the most dangerous of all.

Silver-Tongued businessman, indeed.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ooo can I please request a Ladybug x fem!reader where they’re new parents? I just know that he would be reading every single baby book and be reading every single bit of information and it’d be really cute

HELP HE WOULD

Careful

Usually, Ladybug had thought he knew everything about pretty much everything he needed to know.

Until he found out you were pregnant. He immediately dropped his phone in his hand, and he stared in shock for a few minutes at the wall.

He stuttered and leaned back on the couch.

“Wow. That’s- thats- wow.” Was the first words he said, after about 5 minutes. He had a very long talk with his therapist later.

He didn’t hate that you were pregnant, in fact he loved that you were. It would just be hard, with his job and all. He was just nervous.

Maria said that he could take off for a little bit in the later stages. When you struggled to get up and do anything, he helped you. He held your hand through the whole thing.

You guys had decided to name your child _____. He loved it.

(Whatever you want the name to be)

He held her like the most amazing thing in the world, all his worries washed away in that moment. He looked at her with admiration and then to you, you smiled sleepily at him and he smiled back.

After a while, you guys finally were able to go home. It was hard for awhile.

You guys enjoyed the 6 weeks that Maria had given him off.

“Uh, Honey?” He said, and walked into the living room where you were sitting. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” You asked him. You had put her to sleep while he was on the phone.

“I uh… I gotta go back to work. Maria asked if I could pick up another job, it’s at some train. I’ll call you, alright?”

“Oh. How.. how long will you be?” You asked him.

“Not sure. It’s in Japan, so it should be a few days.” He frowned, you could tell he didn’t look to happy about it either.

You looked to him and sighed, standing up.

“When do you gotta leave?”

“Like… soon.”

“Today?”

“Tomorrow.”

You opened your mouth to say something but as soon as you did, the baby started to cry. You went over but ladybug stopped you.

“I got it, just… give me a minute.” He said.

He went into the nursery, and picked her up. He tried to calm her down, and it worked. She loved her dad, and was definitely a daddy’s girl.

You smiled as you leaned against the doorway, your daughter reaching her tiny hands out to his face. He smiled widely and didn’t even realize you.

“I think she likes you more than me.”

“You think?” He laughed. He looked at you and then the baby in his arms. He had his eyes, for sure.

The laughter and smiles died down, as both of you realized he would be leaving tomorrow, and there was always a chance he wouldn’t come back.

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The next day, you woke up early to crying and screaming. You sighed, and got up and went into the nursery. You grabbed a bottle formula and mixed it. Ladybug was still next to you, still sleeping.

You grabbed her and sat down on the chair next to the crib, you shushed her and fed her.

Ladybug picked up his phone, as soon as it rang. He groaned and woke up.

“What?” He grumbled.

“Did I wake you up? I told you to be up earlier. You have to leave in 5 hours.” She told him.

“Oh.. shit!” He said, and standing up. He mumbled something and threw some clothes onto the floor. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

He got a hat, glasses, and picked out some clothes. A somewhat good disguise.

He changed quickly and put Maria on speaker phone as they talked.

Then he realized you weren’t in the room, when he got dressed he just put the hat and glasses aside, and waited till he was there. He looked around the house to see you carrying and feeding the baby.

He internally cussed himself out. He was leaving his family for a job. He felt bad, horrible.

He would have to leave in about an hour or two. He asked Maria for some things as well. But he specifically asked to not have a gun.

He sighed and said he’d call her back later, you were out in the living room, and so was the baby. You smiled as she stared up at you. He grabbed his hat and glasses, putting them on quickly.

He cleared his throat as he stepped out the room.

“I gotta leave… now. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said, and immediately went down to the both of you.

“I will make it up to you. I promise.” He kissed you on your forehead, and he looked at the baby on the floor. He smiled and picked her up, kissing her on the forehead as well.

“I’ll be back soon, promise. I’ll be as quick as possible.”

You called his name when he turned around- his real name. He looked back.

“Be careful, okay?”

“I always am.” He smiled and left.

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

The Phoenix and The Rocket

Chapter 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a trauma bonding site. She never expected that her trauma bond would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving.

Edit : Since publishing I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence.

Read Below the cut :)

Days fade into weeks and weeks turn into months.

They correspond on a bi-weekly basis now, as much as Emily's schedule allows them too. The morning after they officially became Buddies, Emily sends an apology message for her drunk rambles and gratitude at his response. Aaron responds in earnest, giving her thanks and dismissing her own, and life moved on. Emily pesters him with questions and he answers them with patience, no issue or frustration on his end.  In return, he pokes around her evasiveness and manages to tear down the wall she hides behind, making her open up more than she ever has. To a complete stranger no less.

The last person who made her do that was Hotch, and she feels a pang of odd betrayal whenever she realises that, as if she's betraying him whenever Rocket knocks down a brick.

They really bond over the fact they had false identities forced on them. Aaron shares that it's hard to get out of the habit of Frank, that he has trouble decoding where Frank starts and He ends. Emily offers advice (She's been through it a number of times after all) and insight.

Emily helps him realise that Frank and Aaron can co-exist and they don't need to fight a war. She helps him see that the best parts of Frank are the best parts of him.

In return, he's there for when she has a tough case and advises her on how to take things day by day.

Before, she'd have a habit of ignoring it and putting it off until she physically couldn't and then she'll break.

He opens up about his father, She her mother.

She tells him about her guilty pleasure in Emo-Rock bands, He returns with his passion for 60s music.

Eventually, they're no longer dumping on each other and they’re exchanging food recipes and recommendations and just sometimes messaging each other when they've got nothing to do.

The pair of them feel better about their baggage than they have in years and it truly shows. Emily doesn't snap at Luke or Dave as much anymore, she even stopped overloading Reid's case file. Aaron isn't as argumentative about Jack/Max anymore and only slips up after days in public where he's been forced to call him by the wrong name.

As much as they hate to admit it, Jack and Emily's therapist were right and it did make them better people.

It's 4 months into this exchange that she caves and pays $30 (a criminal charge quite frankly) for the app so she didn't have to open her laptop on the Jet. The website has a policy of exchanging personal details like emails or numbers. Everything has to remain entirely anonymous and there's certain things that'll get them flagged and/or their entire accounts deleted.

Which means that they'd lose contact with each other and neither of them can afford to do that.

It doesn't stop her team of nosy ass profilers noticing her happiness though. As evident by the smirks on JJ and Luke's faces when her phone pings as they leave a crime scene in Utah and she immediately yanks it out of her back pocket.

"Ooo" Luke cooes. "Prentiss has a boyfriend" He sings, climbing into the drivers seat.

Emily scoffs at him like he's the most ridiculous thing she's ever faced as she yanks open the passenger door. JJ is forced to sit in the back when the police officer peels off in the cruiser without waiting for her. "What are you five?" She asks, rolling her eyes. She tilts away from Luke and Jj's wandering eyes as she unlocks her phone.

RocketRacoon : I just had an argument with my son. Peanut butter. Smooth or Crunchy?

RocketRacoon : It's make or break question.

RocketRacoon : Our entire Buddyship relies on this.

Emily couldn't help the snicker that escaped her at the seriousness.

PhoenixPren : Yikes I better think long and hard.

PhoenixPren : Who are we kidding, obviously smooth.

She didn't notice JJ move to stare daggers at her phone.

RocketRaccon : Thank you! Why would you want CRUNCH? IN PENUT BUTTER?

PhoenixPren : Only criminals and serial killers.

PhoenixPren : You spelt Peanut wrong btw

Aaron chortles loudly and unexpectedly at that response. He shakes his head, thinking to himself inside jokes that only he and his old friends would know. He lifts his eyes up and jumps back.

Jack is standing at the kitchen counter, broken arm having been upgraded from a sling to a pliable cast thats been signed with 'Max' over 15 times, with a knife in his hand and a bread smeared with peanut butter. He's staring at his dad with a mixture of confusion and terror.

"What?" Aaron asks defensively, twisting in his seat to just see the wall behind him.

Jack grins then, shaking his head like he knew something. "Nothing" He says coyly.

"What?!"

Jack shakes just head again, biting his sandwich. "It's just" He says behind a mouthful. "I haven't heard you laugh like that." His tone is quiet. "Ever."

Aaron considers his words thoughtfully. He supposed he's right, he hardly laughs anymore. He marvels at his Buddy's way of getting him to do that and comes to the shocking realisation that the only one who's ever made him chuckle like the way Phoenix does is her.

He swallows thickly at the thought before shaking his head and closing his laptop rather forcefully. He moves to help Jack pour a drink, pushing that thought out of his mind.

<~>

“Prentiss has a boyfriend” Luke sings again as they congregate around the conference table and it takes everything in her not to slap the shit out of him. JJ is typing on her phone, glancing up at times with a smirk on her face, and Tara’s phone pings coincidentally. Spencer is in the middle of plotting points on a map with Matt and Dave rolls his eyes.

“Get back to the case” Emily snaps, shoving his shoulder a little as she walks past him to stand at Reid’s map. “So this UNSUB. He takes woman from brightly lit areas, he’s confident. But not too confident to scare them of-“

“So who is he?” Dave interrupts, making Tara snort.

Emily blinks. “He’s an UNSUB, Dave” She replies slowly.

“You’re dating an UNSUB?”

Emily’s hand comes down on the oak of the table, leaving a sting on her hand and echo in the room. Matt actually jumps and spills coffee on himself, JJ’s phone clicks off and Spencer awkwardly turns away back to his map.

“Enough!” Emily barks, expertly hiding a wince at how much she’d hurt her hand. “I am not dating anybody” She hisses. “I am working a case and trying to save the life another another woman. Get back to work!”

“Yes ma’am” A few of them chorus, making her internally cringe. She hates how JJ’s teasing look falls into a professional mask, how Spencer flinches away from her, how Dave even bows his head with a mumbled apology.

She chews on her fingernail as she watched her team work in tense silence. Finally, the boys leave for field work and leave the girls in the room. Emily watches JJ and Tara shoot looks at her out of the corner of her eye for five minutes, both of them trying to discreetly text Penelope.

“If you MUST know” She breaks, yanking her phone out of her pocket and launching it on the table. Tara pulls back and is the one to scoop it up before JJ could lunge for it. She doesn’t attempt to unlock it though and gingerly holds it in her hand. “I signed up to that stupid trauma website.”

“What?” JJ asks, pulling a face. “Wha- that Trauma Buddies thing?”

She vaguely recalls Penelope talking about it to Spencer, saying that she explored it and her heart hurts for all those people.

Tara makes a noise, shoving Emily’s phone back to her. “Oh Em” She tuts, sympathetically.

Emily collapses into Matt’s abandoned chair and rubs at her face tiredly. “Don’t, it’s okay” She sighs. “I mainly went on there to see other stories, my therapist told me to do it.” She shrugs. “I saw this guy and his story is…” Emily huffs a breath with wide eyes. “A lot. So I reached out and we’ve been talking ever since.”

JJ and Tara share a look, a silent understanding of their friend.

Emily thinks about telling them Rocket’s story but immediately forgoes that idea. Telling them would feel like betraying him. Sure he put his story out on the internet for strangers to see but that doesn’t mean she can go ahead and tell some other people what’s his to tell.

No, she can’t betray Rocket like that.

“We get it” JJ says finally, smiling. “I’m glad that you have that.”

Sure, she’s a little jealous Emily turned to an internet stranger than her. But she’s also mature enough to know that a stranger over a phone screen is a lot less intimidating than someone sitting in front of you. She’s also aware that for the majority of Emily’s journey, she had been there for the traumatic moments.

Cyrus where she got hit in the head, That one case where she got into a car accident and hit her head, The other time she got hit in the head.

She’s been hit in the head a lot.

Then obviously Doyle

And finally, Losing Hotch. Not one, but maybe three times. When she ‘died’, When she came back but he had found solace in Beth and when he left.

Of course, they knew about her feelings for their ex boss. Ever since Penelope got her drunk on the green fairy and she blurted it out during a game of Fuck Marry Kill they were all way to old to be playing.

JJ’s not even sure Emily remembers that night, the amount she drank probably kept the run down bar afloat for a day or two alone. She’ll never bring it up in a million years because she knows her friend with just deny it vehemently. But she can’t deny the hurt or anger that flickers behind her eyes whenever someone mentions his name.

Emily smiles weakly. “Don’t tell the boys?” She pleads.

“Oh never in a million years” Tara chuckles, shaking her head. “I don’t think Dave will let you hear the end of it.”

<~>

“Is it a girl?”

Aaron startles in his bedroom, flinching forward. He turns to find Jack standing in the doorway looking awkward.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, frowning.

Jack fidgets with his belt and then his cast for a moment before sighing. “Your laughter before” He swallows. “was it because of a girl?” He asks quietly.

Since Beth, his father hadn’t dated anyone, not that he’s aware of. It’s strange, to Jack, the idea of his father actually dating somone. He supposes it’s only weird because it had been ten plus years since his mothers death, Beth was around for maybe half a year at most.

But still, it’s fuckin weird.

Aaron sighs, looking at him with a hooded gaze. He can’t lie to him. “Yes” He admits, wincing at the way Jack sucks in a breath. “But not in the way you think.” He amends quickly.

Jack pulls a face now. “Huh?”

“We’re not dating” Aaron launches into everything, how Phoenix messaged him after a couple of days after Jack signed him up. How they became buddies, How she helps him with the Frank dilemma, how they moved on and are now basically pen pals. He thinks about Phoenix’s story and ultimately decides against telling his son all that.

Jack’s been through enough, he doesn’t need to know a strangers plight either.

Besides, Phoenix still hasn’t made a public post and he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t filled with sick, selfish satisfaction and pride at the fact he and only he had managed to get her to open up and that he was possibly the only person to know that’s much.

When he’s finished, Jack is grinning smugly. “Told you” He mumbles. Aaron just rolls his eyes. “That’s great dad.” His son grins. “What’s her username?”

“Don’t go looking for her” Aaron warns, glaring. Jack holds his good hand up with an eye roll.

“Relax” He says. “I haven’t opened the site since I dumped”.

Jack’s therapist got him to the website in the first place, that’s how he knew about it. Aaron eyes his son with suspicion before giving in.

“PhoenixPren” He admits finally. Jack pauses for a second, thinking over the name before smiling.

“Okay” He nods.

“Goodnight, Jack” Aaron states, playfully frustrated. “Busy day tomorrow. We gotta start packing up the house.” He tells him softly.

Jack grins. “I still can’t believe you agreed to move back to Alexandra” He says, making Aaron laugh and agree. He was still in shock he agreed himself. Jack yawns and moves to leave. Aaron pulls back the bedsheets to climb into bed. “Hey” He pauses, poking his head back in. “It wouldn’t be so bad, you know.”

Aaron peers at him, confused. “What wouldn’t?” He asks.

Jack shrugs. “You. Dating.” He says before disappearing without a reply. He shuts the door to his fathers room firmly and pads to his own.

Aaron blinks at the wood before a smirk broke out on his face and he chuckles to himself. He glances out of the window. “He gets that from you.” He states with a grin, his eyes following as the leaves in the trees rustle back at him.

On the other end of the hallway, Jack flops down in bed with a grin. “PhoenixPren” He says to himself. “Real subtle, Miss Emily.” He laughs to himself and flicks his lamp off.

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[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a yandere raymond vester x fem darling scenario where he finds out that darling is leaving the FBC due to severe mental health issues please and he gets upset

Ooo, I haven't played Revelations 1 in forever. I'll see what I got, hopefully it is not too OOC.

One Last Talk

Yandere Raymond Vester Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Thoughts of kidnapping, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, PTSD.

The reasons for you leaving FBC should not be of anyone's concern. At least that's what you wanted to think. Your reasoning is more private.

The stress of your job was too much. FBC was way too high maintenance. Plus, the organization was not what it seemed. Leaving felt like the best decision.

Not to a certain spy, however.

Raymond Vester was an operative who grew attached to you while you worked for the FBC. You had helped him with Parker during the Terragrigia Panic and had tended to his wounds. Ever since, the ginger headed spy had grown fond of you.

He had an acute awareness of your mental health. Ever since the bioterrorism attack on the floating city he saw how sheltered you became. The attack echoed in your head over and over.

After that, he had a feeling you never wanted to work in this field. While it may be the best for you mentally... Raymond had trouble letting you go.

"Are you doing better today?"

He asks from a doorway, you turning to greet him. You give a deep sigh while shaking your head. Raymond frowns at your obvious display of no.

"No, Raymond... I don't think I'll get any better if I continue working for the FBC."

"Are you going to swap to the BSAA?" Raymond asks. The FBC may not be the best for you, but he knows the BSAA is a better offer for you. Especially since at this time he was a spy for them.

"I was thinking... I just leave this all entirely. Bioterrorism... I can't deal with it anymore."

"You're just going to void your contract?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"You're quitting because of your mental health... aren't you?"

He crosses his arms over his blue vest, eyes looking at you intensely. You stare at him in disbelief. How'd he-?

"What makes you say that?"

"I know you."

Raymond stops leaning on the wall and walks closer to you. He stands near you and observes your concerned face. As a spy, he could read you like a book.

"I understand the trauma of Terragrigia is still heavy in your mind. It's been a year and I feel the same. It's just not affecting me as it does you."

He holds your hands in his gloved ones. The contact seems a bit intimate... but you don't pull away. You have no idea he's not FBC anymore and trust him as a dear friend. A trust he is grateful to have....

"Talk to me, don't suffer alone. It may benefit both of us. You may not even have to leave."

"Why do you want me to stay?"

"We're partners. We were assigned to one another. I'd feel lost without my partner, would I not?"

Admittedly, he had Jessica help him get you as a partner instead of Parker. He wanted to be close to you and now such a decision made you friends. Perhaps something more if he pushed for it.

"You could always pair with Jessica, Parker, or even Rachel again-"

"They aren't you... we've been through so much. Shouldn't we stick together?"

"Raymond... I care for you."

His heart tightens when you move your hands to his shoulders. Your expression is sad, however. You were always stubborn....

"Yet I still must go. I won't be of any help here."

"Stay for a little while longer.... It's my final request."

"You know I can't..."

"I know you can."

Raymond's blunt with his reply, eyes holding a stubborn gaze to match your saddened one.

"You wouldn't leave me without one final goodbye, right?"

"You make this so hard...."

"How do you think I feel?"

You look away, departing from him to think to yourself. Raymond allows you your room, internally plotting how this can go. If you're leaving he needs more time- How can he keep you and him together....

"... If it'll keep you happy," You begin, catching Raymond's attention. "I'd like to spend more time with you before I leave."

Raymond feels himself smile. Both at the thought of you caring for him so much and at the fact this gives him time to plan. Perhaps he can make this work.

"I'm glad you're always thinking of me-" Raymond sighs, thinking of when you saved him. "You always think of both my emotional and physical health."

"I just hope you respect mine."

"Of course." He smiles, pulling you closer to him. "You're my partner... up until the end."

Raymond then pats your back before leaving the room.

"I'll make your send off the greatest."

"I look forward to it, Raymond!"

Raymond then leaves the room, thinking to himself.

You'll stay around longer now...

It's just time to devise a way to keep you.

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Finn Mertens is based on Finn from Adventure Time. He is a 27 year old human, Putt-A-Palooza employee, and uses he/him pronouns. He has no powers. Finn is portrayed by Austin Abrams and he is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Finn’s life had always been a series of adventures. It was a given, especially since he was taken in by a open-minded family that never turned down he or his adoptive brother’s wild ideas and let them explore all corners of their imagination. While Finn didn’t know who his birth parents were, he looked up to Jake’s parents as if they were his own, and they never treated him as less than. As Finn and Jake got older, their adventures wandered outside the four walls of their shared room, running wild across the land of Ooo and getting entangled in all kinds of mischief. A lot of their adventures came as a result of Finn stepping up to protect and defend every innocent creature in Ooo, never turning down a challenge. Once the two met Princess Bonnibel, the adventures only seemed to multiply. For years, Finn was considered the hero of Ooo — known to be able to face any enemy, no matter how strong and not matter how scary, keeping everyone he loved and cared about safe. Suddenly, the safety of Ooo was once again under threat; but this time, the enemy Finn had to face was none like he had ever challenged before. That didn’t stop Finn's adventurous, protective spirit from challenging Glorb head on… but the confrontation resulted in a blinding light and a loud BOOM. Finn opened his eyes and he didn’t know where he was or what had happened. As if by magic, he woke up in this town he had never seen before, without a lick of memory as to what lead to him ending up here. All Finn knew for certain was he and his brother, Jake, were living in this place called Evermore and life was relatively simple. Finn had a job at the most “adventurous” spot in town, Putt-A-Palooza, and spent most of his time itching for some excitement. Every once and a while, usually in a bright room, he’d get flashes of what feels to be the past, but he isn’t sure. Sometimes he sees these memories in Jake or in other residents around town but, all he knows for sure is Jake, his love for helping others, and his need to find excitement around every corner. Finn was never one to turn down adventure, and he was determined to find it here in Evermore, and slowly put together the pieces of his past he just can’t quite seem to remember.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR ❀ Milo Thatch: If anyone in this town knows about adventure, it’s Milo. He is way smarter when it comes to the technicalities of it all than Finn is, but there is no one else in Evermore who Finn would want to spend his time hanging out with than a fellow adventurer. ❀ Theodore 'Cubby' Galve: Finn and Cubby seemed to be polar opposites on the outside, but it turns out they had way more in common than either of them ever knew! They loved reading adventure books together and had deep talks about their fears, though Cubby’s fears seem to be a lot of more real than Finn’s do. ❀ Elsa Munster: Elsa is like super smart, and if Finn was in school he knows they’d be the smartest kid in class. Whenever Finn has a zanny idea, he always runs it by Elsa to see if it’s realistic. Even if he plans on doing it anyways, he likes to get their input. He can’t help but feel like she reminds him of someone, but he can’t remember who.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE