#queue: gone bird watching

[pricegouge]

Picture this: Doll is selectively mute, or otherwise she’s in so much shock from her situation that she literally just cannot speak (as an autistic person sometimes I get so overwhelmed that I go partially mute). The boys think she’s just being stubborn but she’s at least trying to sign, so they know she’s not necessarily doing it on purpose.

Queue competition between the boys where they fuck her nonstop and tell her they’ll only stop if she says one of their names, and place bets on who will break her first.

Main fic

Hm. reader's too nonverbal to do much narrating so I'm gonna carry on with John's POV.

cw: noncon. multiple (forced) orgasms. anal. dp, including two in one. ghost has a jacob's ladder cause i'm incapable of imagining him any differently sorry. overstimulation. unrealistic sex. Unedited again cause I'm dropping this and running tf away

It's Simon who notices first because of course it is.

John spends all morning wasting his time trying to get a reaction out of the girl, but she just grits her teeth and bares it all without so much as a whimper. It would be impressive, if it wasn't so goddamn annoying and he tells the boys this over a meal one evening, listening as they each in turn complain about the silent treatment they've been receiving.

Not long after, Simon disappears downstairs, seeking John out in his room when he reemerges.

"She's gone non-verbal."

"You too, huh?" John sighs, pulling on his boots. "Well, I'll get that bitch to bloody scream if I have to. Let's -."

"No, cap, it's... muteness. Don't think she's doing it on purpose."

John's about to ask why the fuck he should care if she's doing it on purpose or not, but he suddenly remembers the first few years of knowing Simon, the long stretches of silence he'd fall into. At the time, John had just assumed it was Ghost being broody, but now he wonders...

"Well, how do we get her out of it?"

Simon shrugs. "Not likely to, honestly. Can be a trauma thing."

John rolls his eyes, carries on tying his boots.

"The more pain you put her through the worse she's gonna clam up."

Now that gives him pause, gears grinding to a halt until the piece of debris that clogs them is ground beneath the cogs. They spin to life again with a renewed energy after - a wind up toy cranked too far.

"Pain. Pleasure. Hard to tell the difference sometimes."

***

The game is simple enough, but the objective is harder than initially thought. Gaz gets her first, always eager to please. Soap can't even wait until the other sergeant is fully done to get his hands on her, spitting on her tits to fuck between them while Gaz pants into his mouth, the two rapidly falling into each other's pleasure more than the girl's. She keeps her mouth firmly tight, though the pinch between her brow tells John she's not immune to Garrick's pretty cock.

Simon at least understands the objective, pushing Gaz away when he's done to manhandle Soap onto the bed, putting the bird in his lap. Simon works her arse open with cold lube while Johnny moves her in his lap, spearing her down onto his cock and Simon's waiting fingers. This time when she grits her teeth she looks far less pleased, but John wouldn't care if she cried out for them to keep up or to make them stop so he says nothing, watching raptly when Simon decides she's stretched enough for him and he pushes at the bird's shoulder until her and Soap both lay flat on the bed. Soap whines, watching over her shoulder while Simon lines himself up, legs straddled wide over Soap's knees. The poor boy stands less of a chance than the girl does, whimpering the second his lieutenant starts fucking into her, his piercings probably rubbing Soap through the thin wall of the girl's cunt.

Sure enough, the sergeant breathes a soft, 'shite, LT,' and his thrusts turn weak, aborted, sporadic. He moans when he cums, combining with Gaz's, dripping down his softening cock as Ghost's movements keep the girl bouncing on him. Soap whines again, overstimulated, and John can't help reaching out, cupping the sergeant's base to keep him nestled in the girl's warm cunt. Simon chuckles when Soap wails, adjusting his grip on the girl to keep her in place and carries on, cock sliding against the younger man's with barely any barrier.

If the goal was to get the bird to sing, Soap leads by example. But while her mouth hangs open as she watches the younger man fall apart beneath her, she still does not cry out. Not even when Simon grunts in her ear, voice gravel rough and shot, symphonic as it twines with Soap's incessant crying.

Simon pants as he comes down from his high, peering down at John questioningly for a moment. John nods, not entirely sure what he's signing up for, until Simon pulls the girl up off Johnny's front, snaking his hand down her stomach to get his thick fingers on her clit. John grins, feels Soap's cock give a valiant twitch when the girl clenches around him instinctively, sending a hot glob of cum rolling down to the base of the man's cock. John can't help leaning forward to lick it off, laughing cruelly as the younger man yelps.

He's vaguely aware of Gaz straddling Soap's head, assumes he's fucking the man's mouth by the way Soap's whines have turned to soft wet noises. He's too distracted licking his way up the girl's cunt to look.

Simon adjusts to make room for him, sitting on the bed next to Johnny as he continues fingering the girl's pretty clit. John licks along the seam of where her cunt seals around Soap's hardening cock and he hears her gasp - strangled and quiet, but a genuine gasp all the same. He spreads her cheeks, makes more room for himself, and gets to work moving her along Johnny's cock again, his tongue worming its way in alongside Soap when he pulls her back to Soap's base.

They work her like that for a bit, listening as her gasps slowly lengthen, become something like proper moans. Gaz coos at her about how pretty she sounds and she wails when Simon hooks a finger in her rear.

He knows she's cum by the way the spend that coats his tongue gets thinner, tastes less bitter.

"Fuck," John grunts, mouthing at the base of Johnny's cock to make him cum quicker, eager to be in her pretty cunt next. Soap gurgles around Gaz's cock, hips flexing as he fucks up into her faster. When he cums, John laps it up eagerly, tongue flicking against the rim of the girl's cunt just because he likes how she whines.

With Soap truly spent, John drags the girl down to his lap, spearing her on his cock without much preamble. She's loose, soaked, and John rocks her shallowly on himself for a moment just to listen to the way the cum churns within her, frothing on his cock and catching in his curls.

"Shite, doll," he groans, catching her wrists when she tries to reach up over herself, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage. He draws them back down behind her back, keeping them trapped between their bodies in one hand. With his other he cups the exposed column of her throat, revels in the feel of the tendons working - words forming and dying off under his very hand.

"Wanna cum again, don't you?" He coos, mouth pressed close to her poor sunken cheek as if he's completely absorbed in her. Really, he's watching Simon pull Gaz down alongside himself, fisting both their cocks in one big hand.

"Stop that," he warns when the girl bites off another sweet sound. "You wanna cum again you gotta let me hear it."

She doesn't at first, wiggling in his grasp as if he'll let her ride him without asking first. She breaks when he squeezes her throat and his cock twitches within her.

"Please," she whispers, "wanna -."

He's about to tell her too bad when Simon nods at him, a clear 'reward her' if ever he's seen one.

"Spoiled," John chastises, but the hand on her throat moves to slap her cunt all the same, spurring her on. "Go on, then, fuck yourself. Take what you need."

She's uncoordinated, sloppy, legs too tired to ride him with any finesse. It does the trick any way, and she falls limply against his chest when her legs give out beneath her, cunt dripping clear cream and residual cum, both.

"Good girl," John coos, fingers collecting the mess, spreading it over her abused clit just to watch her twitch. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" But if he expects an answer, or for her spell to be over, he's sadly mistaken.

Well, maybe not sadly.

"You want to be done?" She nods against his shoulder, body still slumped and pliant. "Use your words," John warns and she swallows loudly, eyes drifting somewhere by his ear. "More it is, then," John sighs, mock disappointment staining his tone. He shifts, gets his toes dug in underneath himself, and then fucks up into her with the kind of abandon only earned after watching four people cum multiple times.

She yowls, tests his grip on her wrists. He lets them go in favor of keeping her hips elevated, and her fingers find his thighs, digging into the meat of him there.

"You're gonna cum again," he hisses between grit teeth, using his free hand to turn her toward where Simon grips his and Gaz's cock loosely, teasing. "And then I'm going to hand you off to the boys again. And you're gonna take them both, right here -," he illustrates what he means by dragging his hand down her front and hooking the tips of two fingers in her cunt alongside his cock. "Unless you say my name, beg me stop."

She doesn't, so John fucks her stupid, stretching her open until she whines and begs and pants and releases, cunt squeezing around everything he's given her so tight he can't help but follow, paint her poor abused insides in so much cum he's no doubt she'll be able to take the other two easy enough.

The boys drag her up between themselves, hooking her leg up over Gaz's hip. They line up and her voice is shot when she finally uses it again, reaching behind herself to push at Simon's abs.

"Can't - you -."

Simon just hums, big hand brushing along her flank. "Want it in your arse is that it?" he teases, and she squawks, alarmed, when he slides in easily there instead, cock still coated with the lube he'd used to stroke himself and Gaz off with. He grinds deep a few times, letting Gaz's head notch against the rim before pulling back completely to let Gaz dip in. The girl whines, long and loud, and Soap hums in sympathy as he slots himself behind Gaz, too fucked out to do anything more than watch raptly.

She doesn't break until Gaz asks if she can take them both, his hand on Simon's ass keeping the bigger man in place while he slots his cock up next to the other, her poor abused rim stretching threateningly.

"No, please," she cries, and Simon just laughs, pushing in further.

"You know the rules, pet."

But it's John she turns to, eyes big and pretty and watery. "John, please, make them stop."

It's Soap who snuggles her after, the two of them both so fucked out and used up that they can't do much beyond lay there limp and exhausted anyway. Simon and Gaz get each other off with tight fists and dirty kisses, then follow John up to collect on their winnings from the game, but it's John who pockets the keys of a recent vic's car, grinning when Gaz scowls at him.

"Well it was my name she called."

[ravenfenty]

Pretty Please | All Mine PART 3

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:𝑫𝑩𝑭! 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒔𝒉𝒚!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 20'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 30'𝒔

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃. 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝑶𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒊, 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒆

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ 𝖠𝖦𝖤 𝖦𝖠𝖯, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 , 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 by 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆, 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒎, 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒎/𝑺𝒖𝒃 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 and 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

A/N: Yay, the smuts finally here, writing this version of Steve has been so fun. Poor reader dealing with the jerk Bryan, finally he's gone good riddance. Reader's been shy, but I love that she's gaining confidence now. images and gifs are not mine. Enjoy!

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It was great that you Steve had come to an agreement,  Steve had admitted he hadn’t slept with anyone in two years, you admitted that you hadn’t since your last boyfriend, which was three years ago. So it has been quite the dry spell for the both of you. You were surprised how confident you’d been to propose a friends with benefits deal. 

The both of you had decided, you wouldn’t get into it right away, just let it naturally happen. He didn't want to add any pressure. Part of him felt he was crossing a line. Given that you were his best friend's daughter and he also was your boss. But he quite liked the forbidden aspect of it all. 

Steve had woken up before you, he has always been an early bird. This time however the situation was different, he’d woken up with morning wood thanks to the dream he’d had about you. 

He tried hard to ignore it by working on his laptop. But it didn’t help at all, instead his cock was twitching and there was a pleasant pressure that he had to deal with immediately. So as quietly as he could he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, he knew a cold shower would do. 

But flashes of you in various positions filled his head, now he actually had to deal with it. He changed the temperature so the water turns hotter, he rested his left hand on the shower wall for balance, the hot water cascading down his back. Steve worked his hand up and down his cock, imagining you on your knees. 

Steve continued like that, imagining your lips wrapped around his cock with your saliva and his cum dripping down your chin and chest. He moved his thumb to his tip, rubbing at the most sensitive part, with that movement he imagined your tongue licking up every last drop. 

The sweet sound of birds chirping and the hues of orange and red filled the room. You sat up stretching, you turned, finding the side where Steve was sleeping empty. 

He wasn’t at his desk, then you heard it, the sound of the shower and low muffled groans. 

Oh 

“Fuck, just like that”. 

Oh 

The sound and words alone sent heat straight to your core, your clit throbbed, that was your queue to go.

Deciding to give him privacy, you made the bed and gathered your things, quickly. 

You turned your head, the bathroom door was slightly ajar, your eyes landed on Steve in the shower. His back was pressed against the tiles, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were closed, and teeth were biting down on his plump bottom lip. It felt so wrong but you couldn’t stop staring at him.

Your gaze moved to his hand as he pumped himself. A neat bush covered in his cum, you watched as he worked his hand twisting in a rhythmic motion.

He was very big, you wondered how the length of him would even fit. You shook your head and walked away. Exiting Steve's room, you made sure the hallway was clear of anyone, and made your way to your room. 

Frantically you entered inside, and headed straight for the shower. You didn’t bring any toys with you, given that it’d be awkward at the airport, and self pleasure was no use for you. You could never find the perfect rhythm. You’d have to brace through today. 

Breakfast was served at 9. A nice set up of food fit for a king, most of the group was seated at different booths. You sat in a booth opposite Melanie and Bryan. It irked you that he’d joined you.

Why he had, that made you wonder, it’d been easy avoiding him so far. He’d been eyeing you this whole morning. You even caught the fresh, small black eye. He’s been sporting.

You finished up the last of your fruits and headed back to your room. You could hear steps behind you. You turned to find Bryan behind you. 

“It was quite humid last night, wasn’t it?”. Bryan asked you. 

“You wish to speak to me about the weather?”.

“Yeah why not?”.

“Oh, I don’t know, conversations about the weather are boring”.

“No, I think they’re pretty interesting”.

“Right, Bryan, what do you want?”.

“What were you doing in his room?”. Bryan arched a brow, he’d gotten you where he wanted. 

“What, who's room?”.

That question stopped you in your tracks. You hadn’t been as discrete as you thought you’d been. It means Bryan was awake and had seen you exit Steve’s room, but you were sure the coast was clear. 

"It was not how it looked liked”.

“Bryan”. 

“Steve”.  

“I was just chatting to her about the weather”.

“Well, that's boring”. 

You held in the laugh that wanted to escape you. You moved to open the door and shut it behind you. You didn’t want to deal with any more drama with Bryan.

But you were curious as to how it would pan out now that Steve had stepped in and so you sat on the flood back against the door. 

“Mhmm. I’m guessing the black eye I gave you, isn’t a big enough reminder to leave her alone”.

“It's very barbaric to resort to such behaviour”.

“And your behaviour isn’t?”.

Silence fills the room and then Steve speaks again.

“That's what I thought. When we reach Tanzania, you’re getting a plane straight home. I’ll be happy to pay for it. I think we’ve all had enough of you making everyone uncomfortable. Is that clear”.

“Yes that's clear”.

“Good”.

Steve made good on his word, as soon as the train stopped at the train station in Tanzania. He gave money to Bryan and sent him on his way to the airport. It was nine in the evening, and the group was staying at the hotels close to the airport.

You shared a room with Melanie this time. The both of you were settled into bed. 

“You okay. I mean after Bryan's behaviour, glad he’s left”.

“I’m okay. Me too, it was getting kind of scary”.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that”.

“Thank you”.

“I’m sorry to be so forward, but you know you don’t have to be scared to hook up with Steve. Most of the group has arrangements. Sam and Steve allow it long as it doesn’t get in the way of working and being professional. Everyone has followed the rules for the most part ”.

That revelation made you feel at ease. You wondered how you’d missed that, this group was good then, at professional, it also made you realise that Steve had also noticed your reservations, and had been patient. 

“Thank you, I’ll take that into consideration”. 

“No problem, now go get your man”. With that you got up and headed to the bathroom, for self care. Was he even awake, maybe not but then again a text wouldn’t hurt.

YOU: Hey, you up?

STEVE: Hey, yeah just working on a few things. 

YOU: Oh nevermind you’re busy

STEVE: for you I’m never too busy

YOU: Okay see you in 2 minutes. 

Steve, had been staring at the blank document and blinker. He’d been having trouble finding the right words to begin his paragraph. His mind had been preoccupied with what he did this morning and how you’d disappeared this morning. He felt like a jerk, having done what he did with you on the other side of the bathroom door. 

He knew the minute you entered the room, he’d spend his time apologising for what had happened. He got up, cleared up, anything laying around. He’d already taken a shower, so he was good in that department. 

You knocked on the door, and in two strides Steve had opened the door. Letting you inside and shut it behind him. He turned to face you. 

“Hey”. You faced Steve, head held high, but inside you were freaking out. Your heart is beating erratically against your chest. 

“Hey”. Steve stood, towering over you, you loved the size difference between the two of you. It made you feel safe and protected and that's what he’s been doing for you. You had your own knight in shining armour at your corner. You looked into his eyes that were darker than usual. He looked so beautiful, he’d taken on a bit of a tan as well, and cut the stubble he’d been sporting the past few weeks. 

“I wanted to apologise for this morning, that was wrong of me”.

“That’s okay, I have something to confess, I watched you….well part of it. I’m sorry”.  You said looking away. Steve nodded, and stepped closer to you, and took your chin in his hand.

“Look at me”. You did as Steve asked you, “ one question?, how did watching me make you feel?”.

“What”. You blinked, the question catching you off guard. 

“How did it make you feel?”.

“ flustered, hot and bothered the whole day”. Steve hummed, nodding. 

“Is that why you’re here?”. You nodded.

“Use your words, honey”. The tilt of his head did something to you, it made you want to do anything this man asked of you. You liked this dominant side of Steve. Yes Steve was naturally like that, but this particular version made you want to push further to see how far it’d go. 

“If this is going to work, I expect you to use your words and I mean it, don’t test me”.

there he is

Your efforts had worked, you smirked up at him, Steve mirrored your smirk, and he let out a deep chuckle. 

“You naughty girl, I’m not going to ask you again”.

“ I want you to fuck me, please”.

“Since you asked so nicely”.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Dungeon Meshi Naruto founders AU

I want either Madara or Izuna as Falin. Thematically I think Izuna would fit best, but I kind of just wanna see chimera Madara more than Izuna. Also like, smthn smthn Madara's falcons smthn smthn bird boy,,,

Very torn between Tobirama being stand in for Marcille or for Thistle. Bc like, dungeon lord Tobirama with his chimera Madara goes so hard

Then again it's not like I have to do a 1 to 1 crossover, so. We can totally just work off of the setting and basic premise of "Oh no one of the party members got got by the dungeon and we have to go back for them" then do our own thing from there

OK SO DUNGEON MESHI AU WERE DOING THIS FR NOW LETS GO

(Note; Ive only watched the anime, so while I have seen a lot of different spoilers for the manga my knowledge plot wise p much ends w season 1)

The party;

Elf Hashirama as healer and plant magic guy

Half elf Tobirama as a heavy hitting mage

Tallman Madara on the physical front as their tank

Tallman Izuna as their secondary physical fighter who plays as a mixed support / dmg depending on the situation and what Madara needs most atm

Touka, undecided on race, similar dmg + support build to Izuna, also dabbles in rogue stuff

Hikaku, also undecided on race, party rogue / jack of all trades and armed with a crossbow

Ok so, Madara gets eaten by a red dragon right as one of the partys magic users (Hashi and Tobi) are using that return spell to go back to the surface

They wake up and Izuna is immediatley like "What the fuck happened to my brother"

Argument ensues! Hashirama and Izuna want to go back for Madara in the very rare case that he may be revivable. Tobirama and Touka thinks he's fucked and they should cut their losses here. Hikaku is somewhere between both parties but his loyalty to Madara wins out and he sides with Hashi and Izuna despite internally agreeing w Tobirama and Touka that it's probably too late.

They go back in and adventures happen!!

The whole time they're going down, Tobirama is grumbling about Madara and how this is doomed and the man is probably dead and blah blah blah. Finally Izuna snaps and yells at him ab why he's even here then, and Tobirama honestly doesn't even know why himself. He just goes dead quiet and has no real response, which satisfies Izuna

Queue internal conflict on Tobirama's part, who largley stops complaining ab their adventure from here on out as he asks himself that same question, then decides to fully commit to the party's goal.

Anyways, continuing on and !!! They find Madara !!! Only oh no he's a pile of fuckin bones!!

Tobirama, again, now fully committed to this shit, is like "I did NOT come this fucking far to turn back now" and breaks out the black magic.

P much everyone is on board with this except maybe Hashirama. Maybe we can have some fun plays with how he's like all about life and nature and ooo leafy elf man or whatever vs Tobirama's blasphemy against life itself necromancy jam

So they bring Madara back with the dragon meet and the power of Tobirama's undying spite, yay !!!

Madara is very confused at all of this, and very out of it. By the time he's started to really come back to himself dinner is over and they're all quietly laying in their bedrolls

I want a quiet confrontation between Madara and Tobirama when everyone's gone to bed. Madara needs some air and finds Tobirama by the seals used to bring him back to life. Madara says that it's not that he's ungrateful, but he is very, very confused at why Tobirama did this. Not only breaking several taboos and laws but doing it for him. Madara didn't even think Tobirama liked him, so why...?

Tobirama scoffs and says not to flatter himself, this was a choice he made for himself, not Madara

They hold very prolonged, silent eye contact surrounded by the blood and bones of the dragon. It's kind of gay.

Izuna appears to break up the staring competition with a well timed "What the fuck are you guys doing" (they'll just have to resume the staring contest later)

They go back to bed fr this time but just like in canon, Madara is woken up by the call of the dungeon master

Enter the mad mage; Mito

Instead of being the brother of the king of the golden kingdom she was instead the wife.

Oh right and the king was a little guy you may know of by the name Ashura. Which brings us a new oh no bc Hashirama is totally that guy's reincarnation and the second Mito lays eyes on him she loses it

But that's not for a little bit. Bc in this first confrontation, Hashirama gets to be conviniently absent till after Mito leaves (and Mito can only recognize him if she sees him in person bc I say so)

So Mito and Tobirama have a super cool mage battle as Izuna tries to shake a non responsive Madara back to himself. Good attempt, doesn't work tho sorry Izuna

Stuff happens, Madara and Mito fuck off, and the party is left back at square 1.

Madaraless :(

So the adventure continues!!

We get Kagami as Izutsumi to be our parties ninja cat boy (Kagami my beloved son,,) which is also extra fun if we wanna play into the parallels of Marcille trying to mom/big sister Izutsumi and Tobirama doing the same to Kagami (Kagami is soaking in the attention he is having a great time rn)

Stuff happens, chimera Madara appears, more adventures happen blah blah blah

Tobirama becomes new dungeon lord and bc I have no idea what goes on from dungeon meshi canon from there I'm just gonna leave that here.

Dungeon lord Tobirama and his pet chimera Madara he's trying to return human tho, that fucks so hard. Even once Madara is human again he still has all those cute feathers like Falin which I think suits him. When he gets all flaily and embaressaed now his feathers can fluff up with his hair too

Anyways, alternative kind of bad end where Izuna was the one who got turned into a chimera and we get definatley not brainwashed guys I promise toxic hashiizumito (Mito is living her best life with her reincarnated Not Kidnapped husband and Not Brainwashed pet chimera)

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green

Paul: Blue

George: Purple

P&G: Pink

J&P: Red

JP&G: Neutral

Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool

Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools

And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away

Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade

Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid

But you both see,

It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well

Maybe three, that's sort of long

As they're writhing for our songs

And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage

Free of this less-town-more-cage

As we enter center-stage

In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue

For a single peck at you

Then, emboldened by the view

Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit,

They'll call us Great Britain's

Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band

With a record deal in hand

Going deaf from screaming fans

As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head

Wherever I go

It's like it's bursting out my soul

It's something I cannot control

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune

Every night When I get home

I watch dad roll his eyes

"Heard of this thing called a comb? "

I sigh as he implies

That mum would be

So unhappy and so disappointed in me

However inopportune

There's a decade dawning soon

Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable

But his dream is feasible

Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull

I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come

Joined, we're greater than our sum

See, the rhythm's in the strum

Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll

Grab a pen, so much to discover

Let's produce another

Lennon-McCartney original

See the day John and me met

And Yes George, I didn't forget!

We become a matching set

Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost)

And where do I fit in?

And when do I come in?

Is there a spot for me at the

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget

But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet

See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me

I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground

And I am watching from the fence

I can't yet jump with confidence

But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play

What would my mum say? (She tells me)

Anything I set my mind to  (She taught me everything)

The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything)

My time soon

Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve)

Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me

And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it)

No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it)

The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical

She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me

Just keep making noise, always play in your own key

I will wait patiently

He may believe in me but not my choice

They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going?

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

They’ll put up posters of us

Like on this truck

John, that’s a bus!

Put your glasses on, Jesus!

And dad will be non-plussed when

Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the…

Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes!

The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching

Where’s that old ambition

That got you essay prizes and into the institute?

I’m not a delinquent

I’ve just been rethinking

No one realizes I’m still just as resolute

Just keep making noise

Always play in your own key

They will have no choice

But to love me

Anything I set my mind to

The heights I’ll climb to

My time soon

Anything to prove I’m worth it

Move the earth

They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

And where do I fit in and when do I come in?

Toppermost of the poppermost.

[mae-gi-writes]

A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART TWO | BANG CHAN

Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.

PART ONE · PART TWO · PART THREE

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“We should totally go on a double date!”

You almost stumble over your feet in mid-walk, turning to send Minji a look that suggests she might have gone insane after all. “What?” 

“A double date,” she chirps, an overexcited bird that buzzes with life, her tote bag in hand as you both make your way up the campus stairs, “it would be fun! Imagine going to the amusement park.” 

A week has passed since the rumors about you and Chan had come about and to say that everyone was surprise was an understatement. You’d been part of the said ‘popular’ crowd for the sole reason that you had been on the cheerleading team in first year. That reputation had then followed you through till your final year. Chan, on the other hand, was completely anonymous and people were not hesitating to speak their thoughts aloud. 

“Never thought he’d be her type.”

“You think he has money? Maybe that’s what attracts her.” 

“If I knew I would’ve gone into Computer Science too.” 

Back and forth those comments would go, to a point where you had half a mind to tell them off and give them a piece of your own mind. But Chan, the gentle soul that he is, merely grabbed your arm, gave it a squeeze, before shaking his head. 

“It’s not worth it,” he always says like a priest devoting his soul to god, “trust me. It says a lot about them, it’s not about you.” 

That, however, has brought about a new problem; Minji’s over excitement about the fact that you were finally getting together with the man that had been waiting for you all his life. 

You don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s by far the most horrible fairytale you’re living in right now. 

“When are you free?” Minji quickly scrolls through her phone to find her calendar, eyes already scanning the dates where everyone would be free from university assignments, “How about early December? That should work right?” 

“I don’t know,” your heart can’t help but clamp up at the notion of spending the entire day watching Minho and Minji feeding each other stupid marshmallows from a stick, “I might not be free. I have to find a part-time job soon.” 

“Please Y/N,” Minji places her palms together, eyes widening like a cat begging for food and you find it’s hard to resist her charm no matter how much you try, “pretty please? It’s my treat. I’ll pay for everything, I promise.” 

In the end, you had no choice but to accept. It was either that or she would’ve invited you over for Christmas dinner with her family at her house. That simple image of you and Minho, with Mnji’s parents, in one room is embarrassing enough that you don’t even hesitate to agree. 

Chan, on the other hand, isn’t too pleased about the matter. 

“I don’t like amusement parks,” he complains that same afternoon. He’d decided to drop by after his biology experiments and is presently seated at your countertop as you dice the onions, followed by carrots, leeks, and lettuce. 

You’re too lazy to cook an actual dinner, so you had resigned yourself to making some Chinese porridge with a fried egg. Easy and simple enough. And plus, Chan loves eating porridge. 

“We don’t have to go on any,” you answer while stirring the rice, hot smoke flushing your face red. You glance at him over your shoulder, notice the stiffness in his shoulders that hadn’t been there yesterday, “what? Don’t tell me you’re not comfortable with amusement parks. They’re not that bad—“

“There are germs everywhere,” he cuts you off with glazed-over eyes as though he’s standing right there and seeing the nightmare unravel at his feet, “on the seats, in the toilet, on the railings where we queue up—“ he shudders, “no. No way. No thanks.” 

“Come on,” throwing all the ingredients into the pressure cooker, you set the timer and close the lid before whipping around with determination, “you have to go. It’s part of the deal.” 

“What deal?” 

“The fake dating deal.” 

“I said that I didn’t want—“

“You didn’t want to go to campus parties,” you interrupt him before he has a chance to speak and the way he bristles, you know you’ve won already by the guilt swimming in his eyes, “but you didn’t mention anything about amusement parks.” 

Still, Chan doesn’t say anything. He looks away, picking at a scratch on the countertop that only he would notice. 

“Come on,” you whine out, grabbing a hold of his arm and jiggling it around like a cat pawing its owner, “please please please. For me? Do it for me. Please—“

“Okay okay, fine!” He bats you away and you whoop in excitement. It’s too easy to take advantage of Chan’s kindness sometimes, but you love him for it, “thanks Chan.”

“You owe me.” 

“Aw come on, I’m making you porridge!” 

The weekend comes round all too soon and you find yourself on Saturday morning ditching your breakfast in favor of finding the perfect outfit to wear. This is a one in a lifetime chance to impress Minho and though it’s clear that he’s going out with Minji, that doesn’t mean you can’t flaunt yourself in his face and show him what he’s missing out on. 

You’re debating between wearing a cute crop top without sleeves or a white shirt that can be tucked into your jeans when the doorbell rings. You pad out in nothing but your sports bra and said bottoms to open the door, only to have your best friend yelp bloody murder. 

“Jeez Chan!” You quickly grab his forearms to pull him inside, rolling your eyes as you do so, “you’re such a girl.” 

“Just put some clothes on,” he’s already got his face covered with his hands, turning away in such a gentlemanly manner that it makes you scoff.

“What? You don’t even have an ounce of curiosity as to what my body might look like?” You ask him, finally deciding on wearing the white shirt. Minho did have a preference for light colors, you remark to yourself absentmindedly. 

Chan stutters at your question, “I—uhm—well I—“ 

You sigh, walk past him while tossing your jacket over his head, “you know what, don’t even answer that. I don’t want to know.” 

The walk to the subway station is comfortable — as comfortable as it can be with your creamy wedge heels that you had saved for the occasion — and upon reaching the station, you only realize that it’s the end of the month when you’re greeted by a sea of people maneuvering through the tight space, pushing you and Chan away from each other as you jostle to stay close.

“It’s packed,” you remark with a huff when you manage to locate a spare ticket dispenser. Chan is right at your side, pressed up against you as you try to order two tickets as quickly as possible. 

Chan groans, “I knew I shouldn’t have said yes to this outing. I’m going to regret it—“

“No,” you whip around, scowling, “you are going to have the time of your life, because you’re with me, and because we need to prove to Minho and Minji that we are the best couple this amusement park’s ever seen.” 

“I don’t understand how this is related to your love for Minho,” Chan notes. The tickets are dispensed and you retrieve them from the slot before he leads you out of the line. 

“Because,” your eyes scan the train schedule, identifying the right platform before moving towards it with purpose. Chan follows close behind, a hand closed around your arm, “I want Minho to regret having broken up with me.” 

“Why?” 

It’s only a mutter from Chan’s part and probably half-hearted at that. But it’s enough to set your veins on fire.

“Why?” You repeat back to him, eyes narrowed into slits as your mouth pulls down into a snarl, “because he fucking hurt me, that’s why. And to make things worse, he decided to hook up with my best friend.” 

“You can’t choose who you fall in love with, Y/N,” Chan says gently, “maybe things weren’t meant to work out between you two. Maybe you would’ve been unhappy—“

“Oh and what would you know about dating?” 

“To be honest, not much. But from what I know, I don’t think it’s doing you any good.” 

“Oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, “I’m done having this conversation.” 

“Okay, whatever you say Y/N.” 

His quick acceptance makes your blood boil with silent rage. You hate how nonchalant he’s being about all of this. It’s obvious that he’s disconnected, for he does not understand the kind of quiet turmoil you go through every time you spot them together, laughing, having the time of their lives…

You had that too, once. 

The ride to the amusement park station is quiet. Your head is adamantly turned away to the window, watch the landscape blur of trees, buildings and the city river zoom by in hopes that it provides enough distraction to calm you down. A pathetic attempt. Chan’s never been in your position, of course he won’t know how hard it is to see Minho flaunting Minji like she’s the most beautiful thing he’d set his eyes on. He doesn’t spend countless hours scrolling instagram to know where they are, what they are doing, whether she’s more fun than you ever were. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror and wonder why in the world it wasn’t you. Why it never is. 

You’re so deep in your mind that you barely realized you’ve reached your stop until you feel a nudge from your side. Glancing back to see Chan gesturing you forward, it takes a second for your legs to start moving. You fall into step behind a crowd of friends erupting in cheers and shouts, and quickly duck out of the way to find the exit. 

“Y/N,” Chan’s quick to fall into step beside you, his hand reaching for your arm, “hey, can we talk—“

You brush him off, not in the mood to have such a conversation. Especially not in an amusement park, of all places.

But he’s more than persistent, grabs your arm in a firmer grip before twirling you around. His grip is firm, yet delicate. It’s only now you notice how careful he is, even when holding you. 

You do your best to avoid his stare, but if there’s anything that one needs to know about Chan, it is that he’s persistent, “look, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I just said it because I don’t like seeing you sad and hung up on him—“

“What would you know?” You bite back. He’s hurt you, more than he must know.

The furrow in his eyebrows deepen, “I know that you’re just doing all this to get his attention, not because you want him back, but because you want to convince yourself that you were good enough, better for him than anyone else will ever be, and—“

His words cause you to double over as tears slowly dribble down your cheeks. Pushing him away with a soft sob, your body moves on its own accord to get away. You need to get away. You can’t stay here, it feels suffocating. Too many people. Too many eyes—

“Y/N,” before you know it, Chan’s arms lace around your waist, twisting you around despite your weak protests before one of his hands reach up to press against the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck. 

It’s enough. You let out another sob. Another, and another. And then, you’re silently crying, a steady stream of tears trickling down his shirt and causing a damp patch to appear along his chest and you have half a mind to pull away. But Chan’s grip is strong and firm, holding you still and allowing you to cry your heart out like you’ve never cried before. Not since your breakup with Minho. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you keep on repeating it like a mantra. Unsure whether that’s for Chan, or for yourself. Maybe both, “I’m so sorry—“ 

He shushes you, a hand smoothing over the back of your head to signal that there’s no need for talking. The action is so confident, so smooth and at ease that your muscles slowly loosen up, your body melting into his like a puddle of goo. 

You’re not quite sure when your tears slowly dried up or when you’d stopped crying. What you did know though, is that Chan never let go, not once. You’re even met with slight resistance upon pulling away. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want another good cry? We can just say we both got sick and run back home,” he says and despite everything, it makes a small snort fall from your lips as you shake your head, “I’m okay, really.” 

“Are you sure?” Unconsciously, his hand brushes away a strand of hair sticking to the corner of your mouth, and the way his eyes swim with concern suddenly makes you a little self-conscious, warmth spreading through your limbs as you nod and say that yes, you’re fine now. It had just been a little hiccup.

Just in time, your cell phone suddenly erupts with the final Naruto soundtrack, with you quickly scrambling to find the said device nestled in your shoulder bag.

“Yes, hello?” You’re a little breathless by the time you have the phone pressed to your ear. 

“Hey!” It’s Minji, her voice loud and excited over the blurry echo of people in the background, “we’re already inside! Where are you guys?!”

“Oh, we just came. We’ll be at the entrance soon.” 

“Okey-dokes!” She squeals, “see ya!” 

You don’t notice you’re pulling a grimace as you end the call until you see Chan chuckling, “what?” You ask him as you start for the amusement park. The crowd of people has dwindled down, the morning rush hour now past its peak time and feeling the air rush through the underground tunnel is actually a refreshing change.

“Nothing,” his chuckles grow tenfold, “you have this face when you say something you don’t mean.”

“What face?” 

“That face, it’s like you’re the kid who almost gets caught doing something bad, but ultimately gets away with it.” 

“And you would know how that looks like, wouldn’t you?” 

“This is how you say thank you after I almost saved your life?” 

“What?! Excuse me? Saved my life? That’s an exaggeration.” 

It’s crazy to think that merely five minutes ago had you bawling into Chan’s neck and now you were bickering like this moment never even happened. This was one of the many reasons why you loved Chan dearly. He never held anything against you, never changed for the sake of your mood. He was ultimately, unforgivingly himself, and you loved and cherished and respected him for it.

“Come on,” you say with a half-smile, “let’s go and show them who’s the real couple.” 

———-

How things have changed from the moment you left the amusement park is still a newfound mystery. Had it been the moment where Minji had forced you to hold hands with him for the sake of the photographs? Had it been on one of the roller coaster rides where you’d gripped his hand by accident and hadn’t let go, even long after you’d gotten down and was wandering about looking for the next ride? Had it been when his competitive streak got the best of him while shooting ducks with Minho as his opponent? He’d won you a small goldfish plushie as a result of his success, and Minho had sulked quietly in his corner after that, which had brought you a sense of satisfaction as you gripped the plushie to your chest. 

“This is not fair,” Minho had whined as you’d started walking back towards the subway station in the direction of the cafeteria, “how come you’re so good at this?” 

Chan grinned, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree as his hand unconsciously went to link with yours, “determination.” He announced. 

“I’m sure this thing was rigged,” Minho had kept on mumbling while his girlfriend had tried cheering him up by smothering kisses all over his face. 

You’d turned your face away, more disgusted than hurt at the display of affection, and Chan had chuckled, before tugging you closer. The surprising action got you blinking up at him as your shoulders brushed, only to jolt upon feeling him tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

“You look like you just got out of a smoothie mixer,” he’d commented with an amused smile. 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you’d replied snarkily, not missing the way in which his thumb would stroke over your knuckles and causing another wave of heat to spread throughout your body. 

Or maybe, just maybe…it had been at that very specific moment where Minji had forced you to admire Chan’s features as you two waited at one of the diner tables, the two boys by the bar and waiting to order drinks for the four of you.

“I always thought Chan was attractive. He just isn’t very social,” Minji had said.

You whipped your head to throw her a look, “what?” This had been news to you. Minji had never batted an eye at Chan. 

“Well yeah. I couldn’t just say so you know, ‘cause everyone thought he was weird,” she shrugged, “but look at him. He’s actually not that bad if you ditch the geek look.” 

You had to agree with her that Chan’s glasses didn’t do him any justice, nor did the way he’d tuck his checkered shirt into his too-large jeans as though he’d bought them two sizes too big. 

But…now that you looked closely enough, he did have prominent features. Almond eyes, a strong nose and jawline accenting his angles, and a mouth so plump one would think he’d gotten them done.

You snapped back to reality, “no! That’s just wrong. We’ve known each other for such a long time. He’s like a brother to me—“

The words catch in your throat when you notice Minji’s frown, “But Y/N, you’re going out with him.” Her words had sounded accusing and alarm bells started ringing through your skull. 

“I—I mean, yes! Yes he’s gorgeous isn’t he? I never noticed it myself. What I meant to say was—he was such a good friend that it took me time to see it, you know, his Cham,” you had said  hurriedly. Sweat accumulated underneath your armpits. God. You were such a bad liar. 

That had been enough to convince Minji, but it was clear that you had to be even more careful moving forward. Then there was also the problem of having to fake a break up when…

When what? 

This is the dilemma that takes hold of you with such panic that you lay in bed, head buzzing with thoughts and feelings as you stare up at your ceiling. When exactly? What had you even been trying to provenanyway? 

This is it. It’s all gone wrong because you’d decided to spend time looking at your best friend like he’s a stranger. And now you’re regretting your life choices. 

The whole point of this relationship had been to show Minho that you were the better one, that you were the better girlfriend. But seeing him with Minji these past few weeks have taught you that the amount of  happiness you’d given him had been nothing in comparison to the way his smile widened every time Minji was around. It’s the way there’s glitter in his eyes when she smiles and the way his eyes follow her unconsciously wherever she goes. It’s the gentle touches when he thinks no one’s looking, of the way he doesn’t hesitate to be of service when she needs him.

He’s never been that caring, that doting, with you. 

A pang resonates through your chest at the realization.

Yes. Minho had loved you. But not nearly as much as he now loves Minji.

Why? What’s so wrong about you that’s unloveable? 

Are you that bad? Are you not good enough? Will you never be good enough?

A buzz from your phone shakes you out of your existential crisis and, still sorting through the flurry of emotions in your chest, you extend your arm towards your nightstand, make a grab for your phone before squinting at the screen. 

Chan: You up? I have something to tell you. 

A frown settles over your face. What’s so important that he can’t wait till you see each other in lecture later that day? 

Y/N: I mean…we are seeing each other in like thirty minutes. 

Chan: It can’t wait, Y/N. It’s kinda urgent. Can I call you? 

You dial his number. It takes him two seconds to pick up. 

“Hey,” he breathes on the other end of the line. He doesn’t sound upset, which is a good start. 

“Hi,” you shift, turn to the side to press the phone to your ear, “what’s up? What’s the emergency?” 

“Well…” there’s a bit of stalling on his part. You hear him shuffle from one foot to another. And then, just as you’re about to be snarky and tell him to hurry up, the next set of words causes all your blood to freeze in mid-flow. 

“Someone asked me out,” he chuckles as if he doesn’t quite believe it himself. You don’t quite believe it. Who would ask Chan out? Not that he’s not dating material, just not the type that girls on campus usually go for, “a girl from my industrial design class. Her name’s Eunchae. She’s really nice—“ 

“Wait—Wait hold on, what?” The words blurt out of your mouth before you can stop them, “you can’t! We’re still—we’re technically still dating!” 

“We can just fake a breakup or something—“ 

“But I still need you. We haven’t finished—“ 

“Y/N,” Chan cuts you off. His voice is firm, solid. Unlike anything you’ve heard before, “Minho is happy with Minji. You need to realize that.” 

Shame boils through you, “oh I’m sorry, I’m only trying to cope with the fact that I got chosen over and will never be good enough,” you snap, “but be my guest, thank you very much.” 

“Look,” his tone is gentle when he speaks next, “you and Minho just didn’t work out. But that doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. The right person will be there for you, Y/N. If you let them.” 

In reality, you don’t give a damn about Minho anymore. You don’t even care how much PDA he and Minji display around campus because someone else has stepped into your field of vision, and that person is blissfully unaware that you might be looking at them differently. 

But who are you to stop Chan from trying his shot at happiness? It’s not fair for you to hold him back merely because of a fake relationship. Something in your heart tugs wildly and you try not to choke on your own breath as scenarios of Chan and this mystery woman flash through your mind like a movie on rewind. 

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Chan’s gentle tone brings you back to reality and you mumble out, “yeah.” 

“Listen…just forget about it. It was a stupid idea to ask—“

“Go ahead.”

Chan splutters into a pause, “Huh?” 

“Go ahead. Ask her out. Make plans.” You bite your lower lip. The sting of tears blur your vision, “I’m not going to stand in your way.”

“Are you okay?” 

But you don’t answer. Instead, you cut off the call and then, as if a huge weight has fallen upon your shoulders, you start sobbing into the palms of your hands. 

———-

A/N: Part 2!!!!

Part 3 will be coming soon!! This is just the beginning of all the fake dating fluff that happens so chapter 3 will have a lot of that. So stay tuned!!

[hella1975]

just read your nobodies hero fic and. what a way to be introduced to mordred lavore. also your writing is just INCREDIBLE I’m obsessed

‘Atlas Lavore was Mordred’s big brother by a decade, an obnoxiously handsome man with a golden aura around him that even the other idiots in the queue seemed to notice. Golden aura for the golden son, tall and broad and sharp.’ honestly I do not know what to say your writing is just so beautiful

‘after so many years with a cairn clogging his throat’ this is a bananas thing to say. a cairn clogging his throat…

‘The Lavore brothers stared each other down with the intensity of a battlefield. Perhaps it was the same. Perhaps every brother in the history of humanity knew of this silence.’ me when hella1975 writes about brothers again:

‘“Atlas,” his brother said. It was the first word Mordred learned to write.’ banging my head against the floor

‘Even after all these years, Mordred Lavore hadn’t learned how to stop being a desperate, waiting child beneath his big brother’s gaze, and the reminder of that helplessness, at how pathetic he’d allowed himself to be for so little back, made his shoulders hunch up, a chill down his spine like the crooked finger of a death god long since familiar with each bone and knob.’ girls when they think about how he was meant to die and knew it

‘Still, he couldn’t help but watch Atlas leave, overly familiar with his brother’s back, shoulders sloped in departure, the way his hair fell around them, and the certain knowledge that he never, ever looked back. Today was no different. It never was. Mordred didn’t know what he was expecting.’ AHHHH

‘Quietly, fiercely, Mordred had been so proud of his brother, so awed by his bravery to stand up to their cold parents so unflinchingly. That was before he realised that a rejection of them came with a rejection of him too. Atlas left Mordred behind like it was easy, like it cost him nothing to do so. He knew the starving ache of that big, loveless house and he left it to feed on Mordred, not so much as a letter or a phone call to satiate the hunger pangs.’ GNAWING AT THE WALLS!!!!!!

‘Not ten minutes later, Atlas walked back to the car and drove away. He hadn’t even noticed Mordred wearing his shirt. After all, he had only left behind the things he didn’t want. Like the shirt. Like his brother.’ I need to be sedated

‘It was a week since he was last here and Mordred had started to wonder if that would be it. He wouldn’t let himself wait for his brother ever again. He was done peeking hopefully out of windows looking for familiar curls. And still, his heart lurched in his chest when he noticed his brother walk in, the stupid thing never learning how to pick itself up off the floor, never learning how to die, stuck to a stage with the curtain call still ringing.’ I’m in hysterics

‘His brother paid and took the cup, wishing him well before leaving the store. Mordred, foolish, forgotten, watched him leave as he always did, watched his back, watched the window. When his brother turned to look back at him, Mordred’s breath caught in his throat.’ he looked back… oh orpheus and eurydice we’re really in it now

‘Not even a few minutes late; it was nearly an hour after he said he’d meet Atlas and he knew. He knew his brother wouldn’t still be there, that catching his brother was a chance thing, fleeting, a bird swooping past his vision one moment and gone the next. Either he worked on his brother’s schedule or he never saw him at all, and still, still, Mordred was a fool who hoped. He had never been able to help it. He walked into the little coffee shop they agreed to meet in and let hope sit on his tongue, refusing to be choked down. And Atlas smiled at him, sat in the window seat, giving a little wave so Mordred would see him, as if he wasn’t the centre of gravity in every room they shared.’ HE WAITED!!! HE WAITED!!!

‘“I’m late,” Mordred said instead. A statement. It’s raining. I'm late. You never came back for me. And easily, so, so easily, Atlas smiled at him. “I would have kept waiting, however long it took.”’ they send me INSANE

‘Mordred Lavore was an hour glass no longer spilling, left still and abandoned on a shelf with no one left to glance at him and gage his measure. He hadn’t needed to hate his brother before. He could not compete with him, and he did not need to, because he wasn’t going to last that long. And now he was here, nearly an adult, and his brother had abandoned him to all of it, and he hated him, and he loved him, and he was so, so hurt.’ !!!! MORDRED LAVORE THE CHARACTER YOU ARE!!

MAKE SOME NOISE FOR MORDRED LAVORE HE DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

[fickleminder]

Karasu’s Confession Corner

Seeing Karasu, one of Mammon’s crow familiars, at your windowsill isn’t an uncommon occurrence. He likes to stop by sometimes to hang out with you, but today he’s acting oddly for some reason…

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2022 event @omsecretsanta2022. Features Mammon x GN!MC.

Happy holidays @kydrogendragon! Your first idea reminded me of this fic so I hope you don’t mind that I wrote the second one instead. Please enjoy :)

Thank Diavolo It’s Friday.

It’s been another long week at RAD, filled with pop quizzes and reading assignments and helping out with student council duties, and all you want to do is take a page from Belphie’s book and sleep the entire weekend away. Satan is the one to walk you home today, and he must have noticed how tired you are because he doesn’t even bother trying to steer you towards a cat cafe on the way back.

Once the two of you return to the House of Lamentation, you thank him for his company and make a beeline for the safety of your room. Trudging inside, you barely muster the energy to change into more comfortable clothing before flopping onto your bed in an exhausted sprawl.

You almost miss the soft rustle coming from the direction of your clothes rack. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice something slipping out of your uniform pocket and fluttering to the ground. Tilting your head slightly to get a better look, you sigh at the tiny piece of paper staring back at you.

It’s a voucher for this boba tea cafe that Asmo had introduced you to several months ago. Levi had gotten it for free with one of his recent Akuzon purchases, and gifted it to you in exchange for helping him queue for some exclusive merch. The cafe had been growing in popularity with RAD students lately, and you were hoping to invite Mammon out after school today to redeem a one-for-one drink from their special menu.

Unfortunately, Mammon said he had “errands” to run (which you knew meant the witches were after his ass again) and quickly ran off after the last bell, leaving his younger brother to escort you home. Watching Mammon rush out of the school gates as though Cerberus was hot on his heels sent a pang of regret through you, for taking so long to gather the courage to ask him out, especially given that the voucher expired the next day.

You sigh again. Your guardian definitely had a nasty habit of always getting himself into trouble, that silly, lovable demon.

Lovable… Your cheeks warm at the thought. But not all hope is lost, and you can still salvage this situation yet. Maybe you could go with him after dinner? It’s the weekend tomorrow, so surely Lucifer wouldn’t mind letting the two of you stay out a little longer tonight. If Mammon even comes back by then, you think gloomily. If he’s dealing with the witches, he’s usually gone for a few days… 

Something raps at your window, the sharp sounds abruptly jolting you from your reverie. You sit up to see a large black crow perched on the sill, cawing loudly at you from the other side of the glass pane, begging to be let in. You recognize him right away; it’s not the first time one of Mammon’s familiars has stopped by to visit, and you’re actually glad for his presence right now. 

“Hey Karasu, it’s been a while!” Feeling a little more energized now, you give the bird a bright smile as you lift open the window. “What are you doing here? Sol told me your chicks hatched the other day, so shouldn’t you be with your mate taking care of them?”

Karasu cocks his head to the side, looking somewhat confused. But he seems insistent on coming in, and, well, who were you to deny the adorable little thing?

“Are you hungry? I still have some of your favorite peanuts left.” You pull open your desk drawer and rummage around for one of the leftover sachets. Karasu waits patiently as you tear it open and pour it out neatly at his feet. “Go on, eat up!”

He appears hesitant at first, but opens up obediently when you pick up a piece and nudge it at his beak. Soon enough, he’s happily vacuuming up the entire pile peck by peck.

“There’s nothing like human world peanuts, am I right?” You laugh at the sight of the crow greedily going at his snack like a woodpecker, and toss the empty package into the trash can. “I don’t have much left, but I’ll be sure to pick up more the next time I go back to visit. Don’t tell Beel, okay?”

You stroke Karasu’s feathers when he’s done eating and giggle as he puffs up in response to your gentle touch. Spending time with animals really never fails to improve your mood. No wonder Satan’s always seeking out cats to hang out with.

“Such a good bird,” you coo. “Your mate’s so lucky to have you.”

Again, at the mention of a mate, Karasu appears startled. He can’t seem to look you in the eye, and his gaze darts everywhere but at your face. It eventually lands on the shiny, laminated coupon on the floor, and he lets out a questioning caw.

“Oh, this? It’s just a voucher for a drink.” You walk over and pick it up with a small huff of disappointment. “I wanted to invite Mammon out to redeem it today, but he already had other plans.”

Karasu perks up at the mention of his master. You start to feel a little bad for talking about Mammon behind his back, to one of his trusted familiars no less, but you can’t help the words spilling out anymore. Just being able to tell someone about this is cathartic, even if you are venting to a crow.

“It’s a one-for-one voucher for drinks at Spoopy’s, and it was going to be my treat so he wouldn’t have to spend a Grimm. It makes me happy when he takes me out and buys me stuff, even if he denies it, so I wanted to return the favor. I want to make him feel as special as he makes me feel.

Sometimes I think Mammon’s brothers are a little too harsh on him. Everybody makes mistakes, and it’s not fair that he gets disciplined the most for succumbing to his greed. I can’t say I know what it’s like, but being an Avatar of Sin mustn’t be easy.”

Your heart aches as you give Karasu a sad look, because it’s true. Mammon’s always the butt of his brothers’ jokes, always taking the brunt of Lucifer’s harshest punishments. And yet, he never stops smiling, never stops looking out for his family because he loves them so much despite how badly they treat him sometimes. Plus, tsundere attitude aside, he’s only ever been kind to you after you had first been teleported to the Devildom. Knowing all of this, how could you not fall for him?

“If I can make him happy, even just for a little while, it’ll be worth it,” you whisper, seemingly to yourself. “That’s what you do for someone you love, isn’t it?”

Karasu gives a loud caw, snapping you out of your depressive thoughts. You think he must be pitying the lovelorn expression on your face, because he hops closer to nuzzle your jaw with his beak, just below the corner of your lips.

“Aww… Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Karasu. You’re so sweet!” You pet the crow on his head, smiling softly. He really is such a good bird. “I wouldn’t want your mate to come after me, so I’ll give you this instead.”

You put your middle and index fingers together on one hand and kiss the tips, and then you press them to Karasu’s beak. 

A sudden burst of light blinds you, sending you reeling backwards with a startled yelp. Something— someone— reaches out to steady you, their arms around your waist and shoulders, preventing you from toppling over and hitting your head. When the brightness finally fades, you blink the spots in your vision away only to see…

“Mammon?!” You splutter in shock. “What— How did—”

“I can’t believe one of my familiars has been cozying up to ya,” the white-haired demon grumbles, still holding you in a dip pose as though the two of you had been dancing together at one of Diavolo’s fancy balls. “Gonna have words with that bird, I swear—”

“Mammon! How are you here?” You push lightly at his chest, trying to stand up properly. Your face is burning from the sinking realization that you just confessed your feelings to a crow that had actually been the object of your affections all along holy shit—

“It ain’t my fault, it was those damn witches and their nasty curses! More importantly, don’t ya go giving your kisses to anyone else but me, ya hear?” Mammon demands, his face equally flushed. He helps you up gently, and a distant part of your brain notices that he doesn’t let go of your hand. “Forget dinner with my brothers; I’m taking ya out, and then we can go grab some boba tea later! How’s that sound, huh?”

With the sheer amount of hope and excitement swelling in your chest, you have to remind yourself to breathe. “That sounds perfect,” you manage, your cheeks starting to hurt from how wide you’re smiling.

Mammon pulls you into a tight hug, one you don’t hesitate to reciprocate. You know he’s trying to hide, too embarrassed to face you directly, but his next words tell you all you need to know.

“Love ya too, treasure,” he whispers in your ear, and your heart soars.

[feline-evil]

I PROMISED I'D DO IT, IT'S TIME FOR REALS

HOTEL POD CHARACTER ROLLERCOASTER ASSIGNS!! BUCKLE UP!

Auditor- The Swarm.

Listen this ride is post apocalyptic alien bugs, if that doesn’t give you the reason i’ve picked it for good ol’ Aud i don’t know what will. I think she’d enjoy the aesthetic of the giant metal big-aliens that have destroyed the entire surrounding area by flying through it and slicing it up; I think she’d fly alongside the coaster train going YEAAAAH, WHOOOOO!!!

The Hotel Herself- Nemesis.

LOOK AT NEMESIS. LOOK AT HER. Metal bent around pulsing flesh and warped bone, she shoots laser beams out of her eyes in her original promotional advert, the water runs pink with blood around her. This is the Hotel Herself as a ride. Now, i think you could argue that The Hotel Herself could more accurately be a space themed ride, but Space Mountain just isn’t frightening enough to capture the cosmic horror of all that she is; so she gets my favorite of all time Nemesis assigned to her. Nemesis even had a themed hotel room at one point, it looked like rust and flesh! Perfect honeymoon suite if you ask me.

Lobby Boy- Saw The Ride.

Our little freak is out here building his grody little rooms so I think it’s only fair he gets the ride themed to another little freak who builds rooms of deadly traps! (He is drinking out the corpse fountain on the ride's first inversion out the station…. oh dear, can he get diseases from that? Maybe..)

The Owner- Gatekeeper.

While we’ve mainly stuck to rather dark and horror themed rides thus far i don’t think we solely need to be married to only picking scary rides when there’s only so many rollercoasters with a spooky feel; so i’ve gone gatekeeper here for The Owner, as i feel this soaring flying coaster that zooms not only over but THROUGH the main gate of it’s home park has the authoritative feeling that reminds me of him! He’s watching you enter, he’s in charge here this is his domain (in his eyes at least). Plus its logo has a bird on it, yayyy!!

(Sidenote: a runner up for The Owner was Oblivion!) The Concierge- The Wickerman.

Why The Wickerman, I hear you ask, fire and wood doesn’t really feel like the Concierge’s vibe! But while it may not on the surface feel thematic let me tell you this ride is gorgeous, it is slick, it is a smooth, powerful ride and it is IMPOSING in the most breathtaking way; it feels claaaaaaassy and that’s the Concierge to me! Powerful, dangerous, but slick and classy and cool; walking through the queue line on a rainy day I could smell the rich wood, and I thought to myself damn. This is a coaster that would pair nicely with a glass of cognac. And the Concierge, to me, is a man that pairs well with a glass of cognac too. Also the first time i rode The Wickerman i screamed the entire layout including out of the station, jesus christ that thing whips round the course when it’s warmed up, it’s like it’s ANGRY at you.

The Manager- Manta.

We weren’t going to be able to go the entire list without assigning at least ONE character one of my favorite types of rollercoaster, the B&M flying coaster! Now, while i am more familiar with Galactica, i don’t think ‘the world's most relaxing coaster’ really fits as a theme for the manager; but sea life? Well, she’s a deep sea kinda gal i think! Manta is a shoal (flock? swarm??) of manta rays that swoop and soar, and while yes aesthetically and in description this sounds quite relaxing, these manta rays are blasting high speed through loops you’ll take ON YOUR BACK which is an incredibly unique and fairly intense feeling at times! I think The Manager likes to keep up her appearances, keep up looking and feeling calm, cool and in control, so i think a flying coaster fits her well; elegant but not without any bite! This ride also has a water fountain fly-by effect, get sprayed!!

The Bellhop- Th13teen.

The Bellhop to me has such a mischievous streak, a little smirk that lets you know you can’t quite trust what she might do next; and without giving TOO much away about Th13teen (as i feel this is a ride WORTH not spoiling 'till you see the pov/ride it) it’s a ride that is much the same! Meticulously themed as some abandoned old structure in the accursed woods, overgrown and dark and impossible to see until you are on it, this ride will lure you into a false sense of security and then pull off some TRICKS you just won’t see coming!! When I rode this for the first time I genuinely yelled ‘Oh don’t you dare you are KIDDING me!!’ when it pulled one such trick lol.

There we go, this concludes my list; i do not claim to be the biggest expert nor the best at this, i really love coasters but my knowledge isn’t a complete encyclopedia of every single ride, my main expertise is the park i've been to (Alton Towers) as i don't get to go to too many in person and don't live in the states where some of the more well known rides are- so of course if you have others you think are better suited feel free to make your own assigns!! This was just for funsies, thank you for coming along with me to talk about some coasters! :]

[lunasohma]

gone fishin’

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

Two exorcists wade into a river.

Alternatively: Natori and Matoba’s riparian adventure with an 80% chance of death or at the very least, grievous injury.

There is a hold-up at the pet shop. The sounds of a disagreement filter back through the shelves and Natori listens with the vaguest sense of disquiet. A separate queue has been formed so he moves along with it.

Matoba Seiji is arguing about aquarium dimensions at the counter.

"So, will you take this one, sir?" He watches the cashier age ten years in real-time.

Natori himself is next in line and there is nowhere to retreat.

"Yes, thank you." Matoba side eyes him when he finally steps up to the counter and he is all but pinned to the floor.

Natori Shuuichi can't help the sneaking suspicion that his day off won't be a day off anymore.

—

Once they're outside, Matoba generously offers the use of the trolley he's borrowed for Natori's bag of birdseed.

Natori relents.

The look Matoba fixes him with is innocently curious—the one he makes when it comes to potentially finding out something about his contemporaries.

So rather, it's carefully cunning.

"It's for birds," he blurts out inelegantly.

Matoba's expression morphs into bemusement and mild alarm. "Well, I should hope so, Shuuichi-san."

And so, as it always goes with Matoba, he feels the need to explain himself further.

It had started one morning with his half-finished breakfast. His last piece of toast had been spirited away before he could blink. The sparrow had glared at him in such a way that Natori had felt abashed.

Tossing a preemptive handful of crumbs before breakfast had turned into an investment of a bird feeder and birdseed. His elderly neighbor who shared his balcony space had turned up at his front door one morning.

"I find that they like these!" Natori had hurried to relieve her of the bag of birdseed that was more than half her height.

"So they'll grow big and strong," Tachibana-san had beamed.

While he ensured the safety of his future toast, the little bit of wildlife really was a respite in the city. He had found Hiiragi admiring them through the window on more than one occasion.

In fact, it had been Hiiragi who had sent him out this morning.

"They don't like this kind." They had run out of the usual brand. She was quietly devastated and Natori could not abide that, so he'd set off on his mission.

Of course, his luck had landed him in the same pet shop as Matoba Seiji.

"How sweet, Shuuichi-san.” Matoba is fighting a smile.

"I am." Natori lifts his chin and is pleased.

Matoba Seiji cuts a severe figure against the haze of the summer day. All harsh lines with his tailored suit and perfect posture. Natori would reckon that he was previously with a client. Or on the way to one? Either way, Matoba doesn't seem to be about to volunteer any information. Least of all about the fish tank.

So when he stops abruptly, Natori crashes into him and then knocks his shin sharply against the trolley.

"Shuuichi-san." He turns to him with a one-eyed stare.

"What." He rubs sullenly at his leg.

"I need to catch a fish."

"…What."

”Would you help me?"

It is with this plea and the look on Matoba's face—one that would sooner be seen on a basset hound—that Natori finally, officially, forfeits the rest of his day off.

—

There is a fish in the river.

This particular fish has been terrorizing the waterfowl and fauna. Growing at an alarming rate, it is poised to singlehandedly (fin-edly?) wreak havoc on the local ecosystem.

“Big. This big.” Matoba had held his hands apart, adjusting after a moment. “Well, thereabouts.”

Natori raised an eyebrow. “Very descriptive.”

”My informants were, yes.” Matoba said solemnly.

You’re being oddly cryptic, Seiji, Natori thinks.

“That’s about all they knew.”

Oh. Guess he said that aloud then.

And time is of the essence, apparently.

It wouldn’t be long before larger things were on the menu. The local poodle. The local poodle’s owner. That kind of thing. Natori makes a face.

”It’s not unimaginable,” Matoba says.

”I never said it was. Just improbable.”

”It’s not like you to lack imagination, Shuuichi-san.” A sliver of a smile.

“That is not something I’d like to imagine.”

“Me neither.”

—

Spells are out of the question for now.

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

”As you’d like.”

Water is difficult. The smallest ripple can and will push spiritual energy off course, disabling and dissolving a spell entirely. Forget about a river.

Conversely, if he were to believe the rumors he’s heard, if you have patience in spades, it is possible to work the ebbs and flows to your favor. Just a bit. Because ultimately, Nature has no qualms for your efforts.

Natori himself has a day job and finds solid ground preferable.

—

Currently, they are seated upon the bank, Matoba reinforcing his fish tank with pieces of spell paper.

”If only that kitty cat was here.” Natori smiles at the frown he can hear in Matoba’s voice.

“Natsume’s? He’s very conditional. I doubt you could afford his starting fee. Plus…” Natori lies back in the grass, catching sight of Matoba’s consternation in full. “For you, he’d probably refuse on principle.”

With a huff, Matoba returns to his seals.

After a while, Natori fidgets with the need to do something.

When he impulsively begins rolling up his pant legs, Matoba blinks up at him in surprise.

“Do you have any other ideas?”

”Well…”

“Exactly.”

Natori doesn’t miss how Matoba glances down at his left leg.

“Seiji.” The other man startles. “If this is it, promise me that you’ll finish me off.”

With that, he steps carefully down the bank.

And it’s true. Monster fish claims exorcist’s cursed left leg. Natori shudders. Even he is under no illusion that he would be able to live that down.

.

Is it really summer? Natori hadn’t been able to hold back a yelp when he’d stepped into the river.

“Something the matter?” Matoba calls from behind him.

“Oh, s’just fine.” Natori just barely keeps the chattering tremble from his voice. “Just lovely.”

You brought this upon yourself. A voice in the back of his mind chides. It almost sounds like Hiiragi.

I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy!

”Is it cold?” Natori turns with a beatific smile. Sparkles too, surely Matoba can’t be immune.

“Not at all. Come on in.” Matoba watches him warily, starting to back away.

Oh no.

It is on.

“You get in here!”

—

It is only once they have both been thoroughly soaked and have started to dry out on the bank that Natori starts thinking about poetry.

Because there is something of the sort at work here. An expanse of unfamiliar ground that they find themselves navigating together again.

Contrary to what one might think, Natori Shuuichi is not against poetic justice. The fluffy kind that his acting allows him to indulge in is the best fun. And the fact that it helps pay the bills doesn’t hurt either.

Then there are the ancient grudges and blood oaths he encounters in exorcist work that are all too real. But that’s kind of exciting in its own right.

And whatever he and Seiji have going on. Natori’s not blind. More… willfully ignorant. Ever trying for blissfully obtuse.

For today, Natori is not going to be the one to point it out. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.

The clouds are that wispy kind, all gossamer and lace, combed out against the blue of the sky above.

It is all too easy to let his eyes drift closed. His dreams are full of poetry.

—

“Surely this is not how you operate nowadays, Shuuichi-san.” Shuuichi wakes up to find Seiji peering down at him.

“Only on my days off.”

“Oh. I apologize for that.”

“S’not a big deal.” Shuuichi stretches, feeling surprisingly refreshed. “Have you seen our fishy friend?”

Seiji shakes his head. “That’s why I woke you up.”

“What?”

“We’re going to buy bait.”

.

Bait is an assortment of sandwiches from a nearby convenience store. Two of them are for Shuuichi and Seiji. One is for the fish.

The sandwich does the trick.

—

And it has teeth.

Several rows, like a goddamn shark. Shuuichi knows this because he has the fishy fiend by the tail, an arm’s length away. What good that does him is anybody’s guess, the creature is a good deal longer. That leaves him with one arm to keep its jaws as far away from his person as he can.

A burst of panic had made quick work of the restraints they’d managed to cast.

“You want this thing alive?” Shuuichi staggers back, thrown by the yokai’s frantic thrashing. The spell circle they’d set up as a last resort is a tempting thing.

“If you can manage to keep it like that,” Seiji calls over his shoulder, with a lilt of challenge. He’s making last minute adjustments to the tank.

Shuuichi proceeds to exhaust every curse he knows and then some as he attempts to keep the fishy devil from taking a chunk out of his hand.

—

When all is said and done, it is an impressive specimen of a fish.

Fans of fins sparkle with iridescence and its eyes glow cat-like.

Shuuichi almost feels bad, seeing it in its glass prison. Granted, he feels like that whenever he goes to a zoo or an aquarium. Of course, those animals have never tried to eat two of his fingers.

Yet the principle stands. So he is almost tempted to tip the tank and tell it to swim away as fast as it can.

Go on. Only if you apologize first. They make eye contact. A piece of Shuuichi’s shirt sleeve is still stuck in the fish’s jaws. It slurps the rest of it down before turning its tail to him. Ungrateful little brat.

—

“Hey, Mister! You caught it!” Shuuichi looks up to find two boys scrambling down the bank towards them. Dragging his heel through the last remnants of the spell circle, he watches them approach Seiji.

Seiji greets them with a pleasant smile. “Hello, again.”

The boys enthuse over the brooding behemoth at a safe distance.

“Oh yes, it put up quite a fight, but we managed.” Shuuichi rolls his eyes at the ‘we’.

They have placed bets on all manners of its features and now one boy owes the other a week’s worth of manjuu.

For some reason, Shuuichi feels his throat closing up.

“Dinner?” Seiji is saying. “No, actually this one’s going to be my pet.” He pats the tank. Absurdly, the fish seems to be enjoying the attention. It executes one lazy barrel roll.

The boys cheer.

Seiji turns to Shuuichi then, raising his eyebrows. “My informants,” he intones formally. The kids are amused.

Big. This big. Potential poodle devourer. It all makes sense. Shuuichi simpers internally.

He’ll spare Seiji today. Time for some Old Man and the Sea-esque regaling of their catch.

—

“Really? A pet?” Shuuichi asks. They’re waiting for Seiji’s car to come pick him and his new charge up.

“Maybe pet is a little generous. Rather… garbage disposal? And if it doesn’t work out…” Seiji gives a noncommittal shrug. Shuuichi shudders. Right. The Matoba are nothing if not resourceful.

“Don’t worry, Shuuichi-san, your efforts won’t go to waste.”

“The least I could ask for, I suppose,” Shuuichi sighs. He glances at the fish.

“It was nice.” Seiji watches him. “That you did that.”

“You know me, always a wellspring of goodwill.” His tone is light, a touch sardonic. The sentiment could float away to nothing. Shuuichi won’t let it.

“Yeah, you can be. Sometimes.”

Seiji doesn’t say anything. Shuuichi wonders what he’s thinking. But he won’t press that for now. Instead, he pursues the other thought nagging him.

“Do you think that they…” Shuuichi doesn’t know how to finish. At least Seiji gets the gist of it.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s grown powerful enough to be seen.”

Shuuichi considers that. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah… okay.”

There’s nothing more to say, so they don’t.

—

Seiji is surprised when Shuuichi takes him up his offer to drive him home.

The birdseed is settled next to the tank in the back and the fish snaps at the colorful bird pictured on the front of the bag, knocking its nose soundly against the glass.

The sound Shuuichi makes can only be described as a guffaw. Seiji quickly shoos him into the car, not wanting to further cement this vendetta between them.

Shuuichi promptly falls asleep.

And then maybe it’s not the best time, but when has Seiji ever really been good at that?

”Thanks for helping, Shuuichi-san.” His head falls onto Seiji’s shoulder and Seiji doesn’t have to hide his smile.

“I’m glad you were here.”

Seiji wonders what Shuuichi will say when he wakes up to find their hands laced together.

He doesn’t mind waiting to find out.

[mj2606k]

I Have Crossed the Stars to Find You

Book One, Chapter 3 - Hì’i yayo

Na’vi is written in italic blue and the translations are right after in (italic).

Hì'i yayo - Little bird

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DISCLAIMER

This story (all books, any number of chapters) will contain things like death, pregnancy, smut, gore, anxiety, birth, violence, anxiety, etc. I will do my best to add in individual trigger warnings where they are necessary for chapters.

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Rose

As the taller male Na'vi of the two pulled me back from the cliff, I was almost convinced for just a second that he was going to let me go back to the base. But all hope of that vanished as I watched the other male Na'vi, the one who had pinned me to the tree with a knife to my spine, rode through the trees over to us on his direhorse.

The two of them exchanged a short conversation in which I could only pick out a few random words that didn't actually clue me in into what was going on, though as the male on the direhorse trotted closer to us and reached a hand down towards me, the male still holding me by my waist made a low hissing sound and stepped the two of us backwards out of the other male's reach. "Kehe. Toruk Macto munge po. (No. Toruk Macto brings her.)" We both look at him strangely for a moment before the male on the direhorse just nods curtly and leads the rest of the hunters off in the direction I had been going earlier, the other male staying with me and making a high-pitched clicking noise until one of the ikran show up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jake

I watch Tsu'tey lead the others back home, not taking my eyes off them until they're completely out of my sight. Once they're gone, I look down at the girl, doing my best at a reassuring smile, "Trust me, okay?" I speak quietly, almost as if she'll be scared off if I'm any louder. She hesitates for a long moment before nodding slowly, just staring at me as I form tsaheylu with my ikran before carefully lifting her up onto his back and making sure she's steady before climbing on in front of her. She freezes up slightly and I chuckle lowly, reaching back and gently patting the side of her thigh in a reassuring manner, "Mawey, hì'i yayo. (Calm, little bird.)" I remind her, looking at her over my shoulder. I watch her nod again before she looks down at the ikran then at her hands, before her eyes travel up to meet mine. Understanding what she's silently asking, I reach back with my hands and gently wrap her arms around my waist before bringing my own hands back in front of myself. "Alaksi. (Ready.)" She says, gently patting my abdomen with one of her hands to get the point across. I speak to Bob through my mind, Take us home, buddy, and he starts flying back to the Tree of Souls.

✭・.・✫

As soon as we land at the Tree of Souls and the people catch sight of the girl riding with me, the crowd goes into a quiet uproar of questions, both insulting and genuine. I let her unlatch her arms from around my waist before sliding off of the ikran, smoothing down his queue to calm him before looking up at her where she's still perched on his back. "I have to go discuss with the leaders about you, stay here. His name is Bob, he'll keep people from bothering you until I come back, alright?" I speak quietly to her still, gently patting her thigh like earlier when she nods in affirmation and gently pets Bob, I chuckle quietly as I hear her begin to speak to him quietly in Na'vi while I walk carefully through the crowd of my fellow Omaticaya people until I get to the center where the Olo'eyktan (Tsu'tey), Tsahìk (Neytiri), and the former Tsahìk (Mo'at) all stand, watching me and the girl on my ikran.

"What is the meaning of this, Jakesully?" Mo'at asks, Neytiri just studying the girl from afar as Tsu'tey murmurs to her quietly, undoubtedly telling her about how I acted in the forest. "She is a uniltìranyu (dreamwalker), as I once was. She means no harm and I could not just leave her in the forest alone at night, she would not survive." I explain, Neytiri quietly translating what I said to her mother. The three of them think over what I said before Neytiri steps forward slightly, "Bring her here." Nodding quickly, I speedwalk back over to Bob and carefully help the girl down, speaking quietly in her ear as I do so. "Stay close, hì'i yayo." She doesn't say anything back but as we begin walking towards the leaders again, though she does gently grab onto one of my hands.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rose

As I'm walked through the crowd, I can feel the eyes of every Omaticaya person on me, some even trying to reach out and touch me, though when the male notices he hisses at the few that try and the attempts quickly stop. We stop in front of three people, the guy from earlier on the direhorse, a woman dressed similarly to him, and an older woman standing next to the younger one. "What is your name?" The younger woman asks as she walks forward and begins walking around me in circles, gently inspecting my arms, tail, and face. "Rose. Rose Augustine." I reply, my tail lashing anxiously behind me as I watch her go back over to stand with the other man and woman, not noticing how the man who had brought me here is now staring at me with a near-shocked expression. "Do you know Grace Augustine?" The older woman asks, and I nod with a sad smile, "she was my mother."

There are a few quiet gasps that circulate around the crowd, as well as one from the man still standing next to me and the younger woman in front of me. The four of them begin speaking to each other solely in Na'vi, meaning I can only understand parts of it again, but they speak it too fast for me to pick up on what's being said. I just remain next to the man and look around me, gazing up at the glowing purple tree in awe, not noticing how my tail has started to loosely loop around the man's leg causing him to momentarily stutter over his Na'vi before continuing on.

✭・.・✫

The Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk decided that I could stay with the clan and Jake Sully, the man who had brought me to the Tree of Souls, would be the one to teach me their ways as he had been in my position no less than five years ago.

[mimicteruyo]

Once More with Feeling

[Touhou Ship Week Day 4: Habits. Komachi/Eiki, 1.3k words]

Eiki didn't actually catch Komachi napping on the job more than a couple of times per month. To begin with, Komachi procrastinated so often that if Eiki had tried to find her each and every time she slunk away from the river, the queue of souls to be judged would have effectively come to a standstill. Furthermore, it was Eiki's understanding that instead of simply idling away the hours, Komachi spent a lot of her time in Gensokyo talking to people and steering them in the right direction, something which would have been admirable had it taken place when she was not on the clock.

That afternoon, however, Komachi was in fact taking a nap. She lay on her back on a bed of cosmos flowers with one arm serving as a pillow. Despite her relaxed pose, her face showed little restfulness: as Eiki watched her, she tossed her head to the side with a deepening frown.

"Komachi." When calling the name had no effect, Eiki nudged Komachi's shoulder with her foot. "Wake up, Komachi."

Komachi murmured something inaudible in a tone of vague distress. She remained otherwise still.

Eiki crouched down next to her, likewise frowning. She hadn't known Komachi to be prone to nightmares. "Komachi?"

She received another murmur in response, this one somewhat impatient. From this close up, she could almost make out the words.

"Give you what?" She leaned her head closer to Komachi's in hope of catching her next response. "You had better not be asking for five more minutes."

Komachi twisted on the ground, freeing her previously trapped arm, then stilled again. Their faces were almost touching now, and so Eiki began to straighten up as she considered her next move.

Before she could manage it, however, a pair of arms locked around her and pulled her firmly against the flowers.

---

Komachi knew she was dreaming from how her circumstances had suddenly drastically improved. In a mere moment, she had gone from being stalked by hostile spirits indifferent to her warnings in a frozen wasteland to a soft, seemingly endless bed with a kitten curled up next to her.

She concluded she too was a kitten in this dream — she certainly felt fluffy and drowsy enough to be one — and decided to do what kittens did best, which was to snuggle close to the other kitten and relax. Ah, yes. There was that hazy bliss she had been looking for from the moment she had closed her eyes.

She purred contentedly, rubbing her face against the other kitten before resting her face against the soft fur of its head. The most awake part of her knew the dream was about to dissolve back into reality, but then the last moments were always the sweetest. Instead of worrying, she focused on hugging the other kitten and marvelling at just how real the sensations felt.

When she opened her eyes and discovered she was once again herself, the bed was once again a meadow, and the fellow kitten in her arms was now Lady Eiki, she didn't mind. She was still dreaming, after all, and the shift in the dream was a welcome one. She sighed against Lady Eiki's forehead and closed her eyes again, hoping the dream would last for a few minutes longer.

Wait a moment.

Reluctantly, she re-opened her eyes. Sure enough, that was Lady Eiki in her embrace. However, if this were really a dream, wouldn't Lady Eiki have hugged her back instead of lying there as if she had been struck on the head with an anvil? Besides, now that Komachi was paying attention, she could literally hear Lady Eiki's pulse going haywire, wild and bird-like and definitely real.

...Oh crap.

At once wide awake, she launched herself off Lady Eiki and scrambled groggily to her knees, only to smash her head back down to the ground in surrender. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

At first, Lady Eiki said and did nothing. Finally, she made a barely audible shift. By the time Komachi risked a glance upwards, she was sitting upright with a faraway look in her eyes.

"It was an accident," Komachi continued hastily. Better to get the apologies out loud and early. "I didn't mean to do that. Honest!"

"...It's fine." Lady Eiki sounded unusually distant, as if she were the one only just waking up. "You're not accountable for what you do in your sleep."

Komachi studied Lady Eiki's face, and, upon discovering no signs of anger and only continued dazedness, heaved a sigh of relief and sat back up. Now that her initial panic had ebbed, the verdict made sense. "Right." Then, as Lady Eiki still remained frozen, "Are you okay?"

"I'm well enough. However..." Lady Eiki straightened her posture and once again seemed like her usual self until she narrowed her eyes. "Komachi, why were you asleep in the middle of the day in the first place?"

Oops.

Komachi suffered through the ensuing downpour of reprimands with a mixture of mortification and relief. All was at it always was, and there was some comfort in that.

Even so, for the second half of the lecture she found her mind drifting time and time again back to the few brief moments between sleep and wakefulness when things had seemed not just better than always, but like all was right in the world.

---

Komachi's boat lay abandoned against the shore, with Komachi nowhere in sight. Eiki tried and failed not to sigh.

She set off towards Gensokyo at once. There was no reason not to: she had the time today, and besides that, Komachi had been almost absurdly lax in her duties for several days in a row and needed to be warned of the consequences of her deeds once again. This wasn't even the first time she had been completely absent since...

Eiki didn't blush easily. In fact, she was generally capable of keeping her emotions under control: while some of her colleagues disagreed, she felt that maintaining a polite but firm mien was very useful in her line of work.

Then there was Komachi. More specifically, there was the memory of Komachi's arms around her, her hair tickling Eiki's face, her breath soft and sweet and her murmurs caressing as she pressed her body closer to Eiki's.

Glad she was alone, Eiki paused and wrapped her arms around herself, hoping the feeling that something was missing would fade soon. It had been a mistake. Komachi hadn't meant anything by it and would undoubtedly be highly uncomfortable if Eiki brought it up again. It was stupid to keep dreaming about it, let alone to keep interrogating herself over why she hadn't even attempted to pull away after the initial shock had passed. The answer was at once obvious and highly dangerous.

Yes, none of that. She would find Komachi and drag her back to work, and eventually she would be able to look her in the eye without dreaming about things that couldn't be. That was all there was to it.

---

Komachi breathed in the scent of wildflowers and cracked one eye open to see if anyone was nearby. She was still alone on the meadow.

She relaxed again, savouring the coolness of the grass. Lady Eiki would eventually find her "napping". She always did. How exactly Komachi would then suggest that this time they could cuddle a bit less accidentally was still up in the air, but she wasn't worried. The words would come. It was worth the shot.

Until then... she yawned widely and tried not to doze off in earnest as she dreamt of the future.

[sarcasticdolphin]

Smrtolf fae au: September prompt 15: "Nightlight"

For the amazing @adridoesstuff as all the Smrtolf drabbles are

This one is mostly soft with a touch of angst. Cut is just for length. Rudolf is like ~9 for this one. It's pretty soon after he ends up in Smrt's clutches.

Smrt can feel the little prince’s eyes, wide and curious but still nervous and tentative on him as he gently shapes the little bit of light. He still needed to break the news to him, and the guilt was beginning to eat away at him.

Ever since that first night Aemilia had arrived at the palace with the little prince in tow Smrt had kept the boy ever so close. At first it had been out of practicality - it would not do for the many with eyes and ears at his court to be plotting before Smrt had even decided what to do with the prince - but in time it had gone beyond that. Rudolf was young even by the standards of humans, but he made better company than most.

And then there was the boy himself - he’d been so nervous and flighty when he’d arrived, almost like a shadow hiding at the edge of door frames and watching Smrt do him work. Anna had coaxed him out of his shell eventually - a feat that Smrt still needed to properly thank her for - but it was Smrt himself that the boy seemed to latch onto for protection.

The little cot on what could be called Smrt’s closet that had been Rudolf’s bed for the first month or so he’d been with Smrt had eventually become a separate bedroom once Smrt had decided to keep him for a good while. Rudolf was still very much a child but a growing boy and he didn’t want to coop him up.

But the change had resulted in a few more nightmares, and there were times when Smrt had questioned it. He’d questioned so much. What to do with Rudolf most of all, but as he dithered on that other things came up. How to educate him? What to tell him? What to tell - and show - the messengers and negotiators the boy’s father sent.

The color of the light shifted to something warmer and gentler on the eyes. A soft sort of light. Rudolf wants to touch him - Smrt has learned the little princeling’s tells quite well. The boy is sweet and expressive, an open book. And so earnest about everything. It is entirely refreshing compared to Smrt’s councilors and even more so when one considers the boy’s father’s negotiators. 

“You can touch it. It’ll just be a little warm.” He coaxes Rudolf gently, holding out the soft bit of light.

Rudolf is a bit tentative - likely because Smrt had mentioned the warmth of the light. But he reaches his hand out and softly touches it, smiling as he did, happy in a way that even Smrt rarely got to witness. Positively beaming.

“It’s so-” Rudolf trails off as if he’s trying to find the word. He’s quite articulate for his age and had been even when he’d first arrived in Smrt’s realm. “Warm. And soft. It feels almost fluffy.” Rudolf does pick some words eventually and looks closer at the little light. 

Smrt twirls a little tendril of magic into the shape of a campfire and seats the little light inside it, letting the light flicker merrily just as a real campfire might.

“What’s it for?” Rudolf is curious now, looking up at Smrt with wide and gentle eyes.

“It’s for you.” Smrt eases it into Rudolf’s hands, and the boy holds it so reverently.

“For me?” Smrt can feel as his smile becomes more of a melancholy one. Princelings were usually ever so spoiled. Rudolf had not been, and despite all Smrt and Aemilia had done to show the princeling’s former tutors the errors of their ways, some of what they had done still lived on inside of Rudolf even now.

“Of course. Your own little night light.” Smrt keeps his tone light. For his age Rudolf was surprisingly good at reading little queues and knowing when others were lying.

“Night light?” Rudolf tilts his head in a way that makes Smrt think he’s been spending time with some of the birds around the palace.

“It will light up at night, or whenever you want it to.”

Rudolf turns it in his hands, glancing at it from different angles, as if trying to figure out how it works.

“How?” His expression is questioning but so earnest and Smrt’s guilt comes again, heavier than it had. He wants to spare Rudolf the pain of being alone even if it will only be a few days, but there is only so much Aemilia can do on his behalf and in his name.

“Concentrate on it. Close your eyes. Imagine it dimmer.”

Rudolf gives Smrt a slightly questioning look but does as he bids, his eyes scrunched closed and concentrating with all his might.

“Now open your eyes.”

Rudolf’s expression is somewhere between amazed and confused as he sees the little light is no longer there.

“Now close them again and imagine the light.”

Rudolf is smiling as the light blooms again and he opens his eyes before Smrt bids him too.

“I could feel it. The warmth. Like a real fire, just not so hot. Gentle.” He bites his lip and gazes up at Smrt with an expression that Smrt can only call reverent.

“Thank you.” The words are so soft, but with Rudolf they are always meant in a way that Smrt treasures.

The guilt deep within Smrt rears its ugly head again. He needs to tell Rudolf. If he waits until the last moment it will be worse, and he knows as much.

Rudolf is engrossed with the light, turning it off and on as Smrt watches, soon figuring out that the closing of his eyes isn’t quite necessary and that he can make it brighter or dimmer as well.

The image is a beautiful one, and Smrt doesn’t want to ruin it. He’ll tell Rudolf tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. He should let him have his pure and unadulterated joy for now. It will be another week until Smrt departs. And perhaps news will come tomorrow that Aemilia had found a way to be in two places at once. Then Smrt won’t have to break the news to Rudolf at all.

[oscaronthegloryroad]

Do you wanna read a story about weird musicians? Do you like stories with queer characters? Well I am working on something that has both!

Enjoy! And let me know what you think, please.

Bennie looked down at the Squier Mustang on their workbench and sighed. Broken headstock, pushed in pickups, and a litany of scrapes and dings told a story of a hard life. It had been painted black, and before that white, and hiding under all of that was the classic Fender two tone burst. It had gone to every Foulwater Birds show, survived a dozen stage dives, knocked over stands, and half empty beer bottles chucked at it’s player. But the Fall of Civilization Fest finally ended it’s career, Hank Hewlett dove off the stage at the end of the Foulwater Birds’ set and his strap broke, so he bit the bullet and bought another guitar.

But it’s hard to let go of beloved old things, particularly when they have been at your side through hard times. Thats why it was sitting on Bennie’s workbench with a replacement neck, pickguard, and pickups waiting in the wings. It had taken a little while for all the parts to get here and Hank had been antsy, which made Bennie antsy too. And as if on queue the doorbell buzzed.

“Hey Bennie.”, Timbo the Himbo’s chest vibrating bass voice was converted to a tinny baritone by the terrible mic and speaker, “I brought lunch. And a kitten.”.

“What the fuck, Tim.”, Bennie threw open the door to find a giant at the bottom of their stairs holding a small cooler and tiny cat, “Why and how.”.

“She was hiding under my van this morning.”, Tim held out the little ginger kitten in a cat carrier as Bennie sighed and shook their head, “And Miranda says that I can’t adopt another kitten.”.

“It’s probably a he, and you want me to adopt him for you.”, Bennie raised an eyebrow at the big goober in front of them, “I don’t have any supplies.”.

“Oh, I brought food!”, Tim beamed triumphantly at his best friend and held up the cooler, before blinking and looking down at it in his hand, “Oh, wait, I think I left it in the van. Let me grab it real quick.”.

“Why am I not surprised you thought to bring food,”, Bennie sighed and resigned them self to adopting the kitten. There are worse fates, after all. “what did you name him?”.

“Oh, I haven’t yet.”, Tim smiled as he handed the cat carrier off to Bennie and set the cooler down, “I figured that I should leave that to you.”.

“Alright.”, Bennie peaked into the cat carrier at the little guy within, he was curled up in the corner and wearily watching the opening, “what should you be called?”.

“So, Hannamal sent me to check in on you.”, Tim and Bennie were sat on the floor flanking the coffee table that Bennie found in the apartment complex dumpster corral and dragged into their little basement dwelling. “I figured you just forgot about texts, everybody does. Right?”.

“I just get into the zone doing whatever.”, Bennie shrugged and grabbed an onion ring off of Tim’s plate, “Good call of food though, I haven’t eaten in a while so I owe you one.”.

“Don’t even think about it,”, Tim grunted as he wolfed down a fist full of fries, “Miranda has been working out a new menu for the restaurant and so we’ve been sharing all sorts of food with folks to see what they think, and we finally got to the pub lunch section of the menu.”.

“Ah ha!”, Bennie laughed and looked at the sticky note off of the wrapper that held the sandwich they picked, “But corned beef, avocado reduction, Swiss cheese, and garlic butter is kind of a strange combination and a little bit upscale for a pub lunch. Don’t you think?”.

“I have no idea.”, Tim shrugged, “Miranda makes it, and I eat it. We have a pretty good arrangement in that I can eat anything and I can wash dishes.”.

“And play bass!”, Bennie interjected as they snagged another onion ring and peeked into the cooler, “But I suppose that has nothing to do with food.”.

“Oh, that reminds me.”, Tim wiped his hands on his jeans and rummaged in his pockets for a moment, “I found a bass that needs a little TLC, and since you gave that Thunderbird to Rob I figured you might need another.”.

“Eh,”, Bennie shrugged and looked over at the pile of cases against the wall, there were two basses in the mix already, but one of them was a complete basket case, “what sort of TLC does it require? I’ve got a few things to put back together.”.

“Oh, it’s pretty beat up and it needs a tuning machine,”, Tim finally produced is keys from his pocket, “HAH, but otherwise it should be good.”.

“Ah, is it a stingray?”, Bennie shook their head with a wry smile, “they always have bad tuning machines, and cheap bridges.”.

“It is.”, Tim laughed, “The drummer from irritants had it and I traded him that dented old Tama copper snare Hannamal traded to me for that nice Pork Pie I found.”.

“How do you do that Tim?”, Bennie shook their head and reached for some fries, “I’ll take a look at it if you leave it with me, but I’ve got to finish fixing Hank’s Mustang and at least one of the broken guitars I’ve had floating around for a while.”.

“Oh yeah, no problem with that. No hurry!”, Tim pushed the fries toward his friend and stood up, “Miranda thinks that the ones I have are enough for me, she also thinks that I don’t need more than one amp.”.

“I mean, you don’t want to end up with all the clutter I’ve got.”, Bennie sighed and patted the pile of busted amps that took up the space that probably should have been occupied by a chair or something, “On the other hand having stuff to work on is a good way to keep your mind and hands occupied. And out of trouble.”.

“Heh, I’ll be right back.”, Tim disappeared out of the door and Bennie surveyed their domain, piles of instrument cases and boxes of parts littered one half of the one room, basement apartment. Their lovely Bianca hung on the wall with a burnt Squier Strat they pieced together from the remnants of three guitars, an old 12 string Takamine they found at a rummage sale that still had the shadows of stickers they had peeled off of it’s face, and an almost ruined Epiphone ES-339 in sunburst that had a pretty nasty crack in the face and a headstock repair. Music had been their love for years, but having the ability to do fix just about any instrument had cemented their place in the local scene as the go to person for repairs. It also meant that lots of people just gave them busted gear that they found, even if it was beyond repair. Luckily Tim was back before they could think too much about it. “You okay?”.

“Yeah, I’m just ruminating on the nature of life and stagnation.”, Bennie leaned back against the pile of amps, noticed the look of concern and smiled, “Or about what to name the kitten.”.

“Ooh, what are you thinking?”, Tim set down the Sterling bass bag and thumped to the floor, leaning forward in the direction of their friend.

“Catly West? Eric Catton?”, Bennie frowned and scratched their chin, “I’ve been thinking about musician puns, with cat twists.”.

“Of course,”, Tim reached over and scratched the kitten between the ears as it poked it’s head out from under the coffee table, “how about Kitty Ray Vaughn? Or Ritchie Catmore?”.

“Ooh, Ritchie Catmore is good!”, Bennie laughed and looked over at the kitten as he sneaked his way around the coffee table leg and pounced on Tim’s wiggling fingers, “What do you think little guy? Are you Ritchie Catmore?”.

[gotnofucks]

Can I have a Biker/Mob Bucky with a forced marriage trope? 💦💦 (Breeding kink please?)

Title: Promised to Him

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago.

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Non-con, forced marriage, breeding kink, kidnapping, language, 18+ ONLY

It was strange how this town never seemed to have aged. Everything was almost exactly how you remembered it to be. Even the smell of the place seemed the same: hyacinths that grew in almost every house, stale coffee, and motor oil. Being back here proved to be more difficult than you thought, for everyone was keen to catch the look of the girl who ran away.

Nobody ever really left this town, and if they did, they had the good sense to be gone forever. You held more than mere curiosity; you held their smug resentment too. They had told you when you’d left for university years ago that you will regret leaving, but you never knew they’d make you regret coming back too.

“They don’t sell them carrots at the city, do they?” The cashier taunted you, putting your groceries in a bag. You held in your retort, reading her name tag and recognizing her as one of the girls you went to school with.

“How much?” You asked, not rising to the bait.

“I would charge you extra for being you, but alas, it’s all paid for. Grab ‘em and take ‘em and leave.” She said, rolling her eyes at you. You stood still in surprise, your wallet open in your hands.

“Excuse me?” You said, bringing her attention back to you from the other customer she had started on. “Paid for? How? By whom?”

The look you got told you exactly where she thought you could stick your questions in. That was one thing you missed about the city. Everyone was too busy in their lives to care about someone else. People there were aloof, often even cold, but that suited you just fine.

“Look, I haven’t got time for you. You’re blocking the queue.”

You struggled for a moment, determined to hold your ground when the person behind you huffed in irritation. Taking your stuff, you bowed your head down and exited the store, ignoring the murmuring that followed you. Oh god, how you wished to return to the city where all that was expected of you was to pay rent and do your job? You had never expected to be laid off so suddenly, nor find yourself alone and helpless enough to let your mother convince you to return home.

It had been years, but your legs remembered the way home easily. You’d played in these alleys, stolen sweet kisses behind the trees in your youth. They remembered you just the same, the birds chirping out their hello to you, the only ones to do so sweetly as you passed.

You were almost to your home when the rumble of bikes reached you. You sidestepped, walking along the edge of the road to allow them to pass, however, they slowed near you and purred alongside. Raising your head to look at them, you caught your breath. Well, you suppose it was time for him to show up anyway. You’d been expecting him since the day you came back.

“Bucky”, You whispered, watching him dismount his bike and walk over to you. Steve and Sam smiled at you from their own bikes, though they didn’t climb down. They all seemed to have grown buffer, stronger than before and you spied some new tattoos inking under the collar of their shirts.

Bucky stopped directly before you, his long hair tied back into a small pony. His blue eyes were fixed on you, the curve on his lips widening as you began squirming under his gaze. Tilting his head to the side, he asked, “Doing okay sweetheart?”

His voice had deepened, a scar near his eyebrow dimpling as he regarded you. You gulped uneasily, the last day you’d seen him flashing behind your eyelids, that confrontation still ringing in your ears. It was dim hope that he’d have forgotten about that, but by the steely look in his eyes as well as the danger he exuded, you knew that to be false. Bucky Barnes was not one for forgiving, and never for forgetting.

“Hi.” You softly greeted him and his friends, managing a forced smile. Sam waved at you cheekily and your eyes flitted between the three of them nervously, your fingers playing with the strap of your grocery bag.

“Been a long time.” Bucky said, coming closer. Almost unconsciously you stepped back to maintain some distance, watching his smirk widen as he pushed you back against the wall, cornering you in the isolated alley. “Come on sweetheart, you don’t need to look so scared. The last time I saw you, you were spitting fire.”

You touched the cold wall behind your back as if asking it to give away a little. This was not how you’d expected to meet him again. You thought he’d show up at your house, ready to continue the argument that had cemented your decision of leaving this town, but meeting him in a dark alley was not something you wanted. You had no control here, nothing to defend yourself against him.

“I have to get home soon.” You pathetically said, looking away from him. “We can talk later.”

Bucky chuckled, placing a hand on the wall beside your face as he bent to bring his face level to your own. “Of course sweetheart. About time you came home, hm?” Tucking a stray hair behind your face, his eyes still hard, he smiled before taking your hand and pulling you with him. You protested, digging your heels into the ground as Steve and Sam watched in silence.

“Bucky, stop!” You said, hitting his back with your fists until he jerked around to roughly pull you to himself, your grocery falling away from you and spilling on the ground. “Aah! What are you doing?”

Anger that had not rushed in your veins in years rose to the surface again, your eyes blazing at him in fierce rage. Years ago, he had done something similar and it had sent you skipping town in the dead of night, and looking at him now you knew it was the right decision. Just like this town that never stopped living in the past, Bucky refused to move forward and change.

“What am I doing?” He asked, fingers digging painfully in your arms. “I am doing what I should have done then. What did you expect baby, that you’ll come back here and we’ll pretend nothing ever happened?”

You slapped your hands on his chest to push him away, barely managing to put an inch between you. Two people walked past you, looking at the scene before quickening their steps and going away. You didn’t even try calling for help. Nobody would interfere with Bucky and his people, not if they knew what was good for them.

“What happened between us was in the past Bucky.” You snapped, trying to keep angry tears at bay. “Don’t make the same mistakes you made then. Let me go!”

Incensed by your words, he squeezed you harder until you cried out in pain, whimpering in his hold. This was only the second time he had put his hands on you, a reminder of the strength he packed and how it was barely kept at bay.

“Buck,” Steve called suddenly, “come on man, you’re hurting her. Let up, you know we don’t hurt our own.”

Almost instantly his hold slackened, thumb running gently over the place where you’re sure you’ll bruise tomorrow. His eyes went soft, almost apologetic as he stroked your cheek. “You’ve always had a way of getting under my skin.” He said, linking your fingers together. “Come on now, I am taking you home. You’re not getting away from me again.”

As he tried to take you away, you shook your head, a traitorous tear sliding down your face. He refused to listen to anything you said, Sam and Steve ignoring your pleas to them as their bikes rumbled to life. You looked back, a hand reaching out for your fallen groceries as if they could anchor you and prevent your taking.

“Leave them. I paid for them after all so I can leave them to rot.” Bucky snapped, forcing you onto his bike. Cupping your jaw, he stared into your eyes until he knew all your attention was on him. “Hold on. You can try to run away, but you’ll only break bones this time. This time, you won’t break my heart.”

He climbed in front on you, taking your hands and pulling them around his waist, squeezing them in warning. Then in a roar of engine, you were flying with him, the wind whipping against your tear-stained face as you drove past your house and back to the past.

Back to square one, that’s where you were at. The boys hadn’t renovated their house, but it still looked huge and intimidating. Walking in, you were flooded with the memories of your teenage years spent playing with them, your first kiss with Bucky in the kitchen, the first night you spent in his bed, the very last night you spent here and in this town. This used to be your heaven, today, it was your hell.

“Have someone bring her stuff round here.” Bucky said, his fingers wrapped around your wrist though you’d stopped struggling a while ago.

“Nat and Clint are already on it.” Sam said, chucking his shoes off and flopping dramatically on the couch.

You bit your lip at the news, scared for your mother. You’d known Nat and Clint for years, but you doubted they’d taken your leaving any better than the other members of the gang. Bucky turned to look at you and sighed, cupping your chin to press a kiss on your forehead.

“They’ll behave themselves.” He promised. “You’re my girl, your family is my family. Nobody’s gonna harm them.”

Even now with the years long gone by, he could read you like an open book. Your love may have faded, and his may have soured, but the remains of it that lingered between you were potent and strong. How had things gone so wrong? How can the man you would have once taken a bullet for scared you enough that you just left?

“Buck,” You softly said, trying to appeal to the softer side of him. “It’s not too late, please let me leave. We can talk over this.”

He had rarely denied you anything, but this man was not the man you’d known before. Bucky exchanged an amused glance with his friends before looking at you like you were the dumbest, cutest thing ever.

“Sweetie, don’t worry your head. We’ll have a lifetime to talk after the ceremony, hm? Come on, you need rest.”

Bucky started you up the stairs and you screeched, shouting curses at Steve and Sam who were scrolling down their phones. If by any fluke they let you in the kitchen, you vowed to poison the lot of them.

“What ceremony?” You asked, panting as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s stride. “Bucky! What ceremony?”

He didn’t answer until you reached his room. You sucked in a breath as you entered. This was the room you had slept your last night in town, well, not really slept. You’d crept away from his bed and rushed home to pack and disappear, leaving a scrawled note for your mother and Bucky that you’re leaving early for your studies and would not be coming back.

Bucky watched you take in the room, standing behind you with his arms around your waist. He’d taken your virginity in this bed, promised a lifetime of happiness.

“Not much has changed, has it?” He asked, placing a scratchy kiss on your neck. “You can redecorate if you want.”

You gulped as you found a picture of yourself beside his bed, one taken on your 19thbirthday, merely days before you skipped town. You both looked so happy that day. Bucky had finished university while you were only considering joining one. He hadn’t been happy about you looking for ones in the city, but that day he had promised you no arguments and fights. It was such a beautiful day with all your friends and family wishing you the very best.

“I remember that day.” Bucky said, following your gaze. “I made you cum so many times that night that I had to carry your downstairs in the morning. You were always so responsive to my touch.”

As he talked, his hands moved, roving over your frame. You shivered when he grazed your sides and under your breasts, pushing his hardness firmly into you. Whimpering, you placed a hand on his wrist to stop him and he stilled before grabbing you by your shoulder and turning you to face him.

“Bucky, please don’t.” You begged, tears prickling your eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

He blinked at you before smiling tenderly, tucking a strand of hair behind your year. Gently leading you backwards, he pushed until you were at the edge of the bed. With a shove, you bounced on the mattress and crawled up on your elbows, watching in fear as Bucky deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, his eyes boring into yours.

“Why am I doing this?” He asked, titling his head. His shirt fluttered to the ground, leaving him bare from waist up and you couldn’t help but stare at your name tattooed right over his heart. “I am doing this because you promised yourself to me.”

Pants roughly pushed down, he quickly came forward to pull you back by your ankle as you tried to escape. Climbing over you with only his boxers on, he held you down with one strong thigh thrown over yours, the blue in his eyes darkening.

“You remember those days?” He asked, “We were only teenagers when you promised you’d marry me. You were spoken for, always. We were always meant to be!”

His lips descended over yours, claiming them after years with a passion that hit you like a punch in the gut. You sobbed into the kiss, your nails raking across his back as you wiggled under his body.

“We were kids!” You protested, screeching when Bucky tore through your clothes to bare you to his hungry gaze. “It didn’t mean anything!”

“It meant the world to me!” Bucky harshly said, breath warm on your face. His rough fingers traced your cheek before holding your jaw in place, pressing a kiss on your pouted lips. “You meant the world to me. You still do.”

Cold air met your sweaty skin as he forced you out of your tattered clothes, licking and biting every patch of skin he exposed. You cried out, pulling on his hair to deter him.

“Bucky, this isn’t you. You wouldn’t hurt me like this.” You gently said, softening your touch until his eyes were on you. “We promised each other a lot of things. You promised never to hurt me.”

He bunched the cloth of your panty and ran his thumb over your covered slit, taking in your gasps with delight. Leaning down, his nose nuzzled into your hair and he sniffed you, holding you hostage.

“That’s right.” He agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple as he kept rubbing you. “Just like you promised never to leave me. And then you did.”

Your panty was torn away with one powerful tug, it’s elastic chaffing your skin and making you cry out. Bucky’s eyes feasted on your glistening sex, his tongue running across his bottom lip in wonderment at your moist center. Carefully collecting your dewy essence on his thumb, he brought it to his mouth and sucked it, closing his eyes as he tasted you again after what felt like ages.

“Nothing intoxicates me more than your taste.” He said, holding your hands tight. Lowering his boxers, he presented you his thick cock, the very sight of which had you tremble. What is this large before? “I would have loved to taste you again, to have you come in my mouth again and again and then take you until the sun preyed upon our tryst with voyeuristic eyes. But I have waited far too long for you. Today is the day I will bind you to myself. Forever.”

Every plea falling from your lips meant nothing to him and he positioned himself over your weeping slit, his hardness lubed in your juices. Your wrists were pinned beside your head, his blue eyes churning like the evening sky and gleaming with the light of burning stars. In one push of his hips, he sheathed himself inside your warmth, your gasp matched only by his groan that reverberated through the room.

“Oh god!” You exclaimed, struggling to take him in. It had been far too long since you’d laid with a man, especially one as large at Bucky. He stretched you to accommodate him, rolling his pelvis until you keened pathetically.

“Oh yes, I am your god. And by sundown tomorrow, I’ll be your husband.”

He maintained a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you in long strokes that had you whimpering. It felt too good, too sensual. Bucky burned with the need to possess you, but it was impossible to separate his love away from his obsession. You felt his light and his darkness in equal amounts, the sparks of his fire reaching you and forcing you to burn too.

“Bucky – I, please.” You begged, incoherent with pleasure. The last night you were under him flashed behind your eyes, a major wave of déjà vu rolling down your spine. A heated promise of matrimony was made, followed by an equally powerful night in the sheets where he forced you to shout to the heavens that you’d take his ring and name. The very next day, you were gone. But today, he held on tight. There won’t be any escaping now.

“Look at me.” He hissed, toying with your clit, bruising your shoulders and neck with his passionate kisses. “Look at me and fall apart. Let me see your walls break down. I am claiming you again baby, and there won’t be no leaving this time.”

You came like a thunderstorm ravaged your insides, flooding your channel with heat that bubbled around his length. His breath hitched, eyes squeezed tight as you clamped around him. It took a while for you to realize you were crying, the salt of your tears on Bucky’s lips as he kissed them away, eyes too tender for the way he was taking you against your will.

A monster had no right to be this beautiful, nor so full of love.

Biting your lips, you shook you head as the familiar tingling in your abdomen began anew. Bucky tensed, his thrusts choppier and jerkier as he neared his edge too.

“Yes baby, one more time.” He said, “Come on, let me love you again. Open your heart to me.”

The tidal wave of emotions that you couldn’t keep at bay swept over you again, your back arching. Your nipples scratched against the hair on Bucky’s chest, the added stimulation causing you to groan in pleasure far too great to bear. Shuddering in delight, you fell apart and Bucky grunted, holding you tighter as he prepared to unload into you.

“I’m gonna fuck our brat into you.” He promised and your eyes widened. You weren’t on any pills. “Let’s see you run away now. Once you’re my wife, the mother of my child, you’ll never leave.”

“No!” You shouted, but to no avail. Bucky let out a moan, his face buried in your neck as he came inside you, flooding you with his spent. You cried at the feeling of his warmth inside you, cried at your freewill being snapped like a stretched rubber band. His hold loosened, an arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you in his side.

Turning your face to him, you sniffled when he softly wiped away your tears. Kissing you deep, he lost all the hardness that he had had earlier today, bringing to you the wounded look that had probably stayed with him for years after your departure.

“I love you so much. I never stopped loving you.” He said, blindly reaching back into his nightstand until he got the velvet lined box out. You swallowed thickly because your reality was staring you in the face with an ultimatum. No was not an option.

Knowing that the rest of your life might go much easier with a loving man by your side, you sidled closer, brushing his scruffy jaw gently. His eyes misted at your voluntary touch, overwhelmed. You’d loved this man once more than life itself. If the only shot at happiness you had was reigniting that, you’d start now.

“I will love you again too.” You promised, not knowing if it was your vulnerability or your helplessness that prompted this. “You gotta give me some time.”

Taking your hand, Bucky slipped in a diamond ring and kissed your fingers before kissing you.

“You’ll have all the time in the world almost Mrs. Barnes. We’re getting married tomorrow.”

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the way i loved you | e. munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, slight hints towards sex, taking off clothes, no actual smut though, hints towards underage drinking, and yeah!

Summary: Inspired by the song, "The Way I Loved You," by Taylor Swift. Reader is Eddie's ex, who is currently talking with and seeing Steve. While everything is amazing with Steve because he treats reader so wonderfully, and they're thinking about officially getting together, reader can't help but miss the chaos and madness that they had with Eddie. Everything in readers head is decided when she speaks to Eddie for the first time in months at school. (Takes place the year before S4, and reader is a Junior).

Other: I got this idea in the car yesterday when i was screaming The Way I Loved You by Dr. Swift in the car with my bestfriend yesterday. This is all because of her adding it to the spotify queue, so ty &lt;3

(update! me and the person i had previously mentioned and i are no longer friends, so you wont be hearing about her anymore :))

Word Count: 1.8k

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The lunch room was extra loud today. The chit-chat of students still contained little details about you and Eddie's breakup, which hurt for either of you two to think about, much less see each other daily. He seemed to become quieter during lunch, obviously bothered by the distance between his first, true love, and him. There was no more hopping up on lunch tables or pounding his fists on them, tossing food at his friends, or even making fun of the bitter people who belong to the 'Cult of Baskets,' or 'The Darkside,' as Eddie liked to call the basketball team, but now pure silence on his part. Which you couldn't say much about because you too were moping around after your breakup.

It's not like one of you decided it you lost feelings and cut the other off. It was a long time coming.

There was screaming, fighting, breaking down, coming undone, it was a rollercoaster.

But secretly, to you, that was everything.

The two of you had gone to a huge party the night before at a girl named 'Tina' 's house, where you drank a lot, so Eddie let you sleep at his house. You two both woke up the next morning naked, and with a hangover. At what point in one of the many conversations you two had that day had it taken the turn into a conversation about your entire relationship, you weren't sure, but you two decided it would be best to split up.

So here you were, avoiding the Senior side of the cafeteria at all costs, for what you thought was going to be the end of the year.

Until you weren't.

You had known Steve Harrington for a while, seen as you were (Y/N) Henderson. He was your favorite one out of your brother's friends, (Of course other than Suzie, El, and Max. You loved them.) But you never realized that he was the supposed, "King Steve," That everyone in Hawkins High talked about, so once the two of you started going on dates, the uproar of rumors and gossip that contained the two of your names surprised you.

But you weren't even worried about that. You didn't care how Hawkins High reacted, all you cared about was what he would think. The boy you spent hours with just making fun of the 'top of the food chain' kids, the 'first to die in a horror movie kids', the 'coming from good money shouldn't be your only personality,' kids. The kids like Steve.

You sit in your normal seat by one of the many windows on the Junior side of the cafeteria, staring out of the dirty glass and looking at the sky. Bird watching had become one of the few hobbies you have yet to discover, but you still recognized a few of the pretty birds that flew among the wisps of white in the sky. You had already finished your lunch, and you were just waiting for the final bell that was destined to ring at any minute until you felt two, large arms wrap loosely around your neck.

You quickly turn your attention to the culprit, Steve.

"Done with lunch?" He asks, attempting to remove his arms, but his watch gets caught in your ponytail. "Yep," You respond, moving your hands to his watch so you can stand up. "How are you?" He asks as you untangle his watch from your hair successfully. "I'm good, you?" You answer, standing up to throw away your lunch tray in the trash can five feet away. Once you come back, you notice Steve is already sitting in the seat right across from where you were seated. His expression seemed so genuine in the way he admired you, you loved it.

"So, are you busy babysitting my brother tonight?" You ask, a small smile playing on your lips as you see his flustered reaction. "First of all, (Y/N), I don't babysit him, I just happen to enjoy his company, secondly, if what you were asking was if I'm free tonight, then your answer is yes." He says, smiling. "Great," You respond, giving him a huge, child-like smile. "What for?" He asks, smirking. You pull out a piece of paper with some foreign looking language on the front.

"I wanted to check this restaurant out, see if its as good as I heard it was." You respond, shoving your messy handwriting into Steve's hand. "Okay, cool. I'll pick you up at seven." He responds, giving you a kiss on the cheek as the bell for next period rings.

TIME SKIP

Seven o' clock doesn't take too long to come around, but you still have to do your mascara. You run to your desk and pull out your eyelash curler, and bring it up to your eye as your mother yells for your brother instead of you.

"Dustin, your older friend is here!" She calls, and Dustin comes out of his room shouting. "Mom, what?" He replies, walking out of his room, and locking eyes with Steve. "What are you doing Steve? And why are you all dressed up?" Dustin asked.

Dressed up?

You felt your heart skip a beat at those words. He got all dressed up, just to go try out a new restaurant with you.

After applying your final coat of mascara, you grab your purse and throw on your shoes before running out of your room.

“Hi.” He says once he sees you. “Hey.” You respond, smiling at his starstruck expression. He clears his throat then turns his attention to your mother. “Can I take your daughter out on a date tonight?” He smiles nervously. “Yes, honey. Just at least bring her back before tomorrow.” Your mother smiles, clearly charmed by Steve. “I’m sorry, what?” Dustin calls out, clearly pissed off at the two, “You two are together?” He asks, crossing his arms.

“No, we’re just hanging out Dustin,” Steve smiles. “Alright, well hang out with protection please, (Y/N) is loud enough as it is.” Dustin says, turning around to go to his room. “What he said.” Your mother agrees, turning around to go to the kitchen.

Steve and you open the door and walk out to the car, and he runs to the passenger side with you.

“Let me get that,” He says, "You look beautiful tonight." He finishes, smiling.

He opens up my door and I get into his car, and he says, “You look beautiful tonight,” And I feel perfectly fine.

You can't help but think back to all of your memories with Eddie. While Steve is sensible, and so incredible, and he calls exactly when he says he will, he's close with your mother, he's charming and endearing and you're comfortable. Eddie gifted you a lifetime of memories. While there was so much chaos and craziness imbedded in your relationship, you loved it.

The screaming, the fighting, the kissing in the rain... you wanted it all. As long as it was with Eddie.

But you refused to let that cloud your judgement. You were on a date with Steve, not Eddie.

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The rest of the date went by in a blur, and for the most part you were quiet. It was incredibly awkward. After he dropped you off, back at your house, you ran up to your room.

Once you enter your room you hear a very familiar yet static-y voice come from your desk that catches your attention. Upon further inspection, you discover it's coming from the walkie-talkie that Eddie gifted you for your seventeenth birthday, on the channel that only the two of you use.

"(Y/N)?" You hear him say. Impossible. We had mutual agreements to not speak to each other ever again. You walk closer to the silver box and hear him speak again. "(Y/N/N)?" He said. He never used that nickname for you, it was only the popular crowd that called you that. "(Y/N), please." He said, starting to sound hopeless. You pick up the walkie-talkie, pull on the antenna, and press the button on the side, "Eds'?" You ask, the nickname that only you ever called him rolling off of your tongue as if it was the most important thing in the world. "Hey," he said, relief apparent in his voice, "Hi," You respond. "Can I come over?" He asked, voice shaky.

You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't.

"No Eddie... You shouldn't." You say, breaking your own heart. "Oh." He said, connection being a little too clear for him to be all the way at his house. "Eddie?" You ask, "Yeah?" He responds. "Where are you?" You ask. You flinch at the knock on your window.

You shouldn't.

But you do.

You unlock the window and knock twice, signaling to him that its open, and you walk over to your bed. Once he reseals the window, He takes about three steps towards you, still being at least five feet away from you. He takes a deep breath, then looks up at you with sad eyes.

"It was a mistake." He said, causing your eyes to water. "It was Eds'. I miss you." You say, standing up and taking a step towards him. "I miss it all." You say.

"I miss screaming, and fighting, and kissing in the rain. When It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name over the phone. So in love that we acted insane, Eddie. You were wild, and crazy. Just so frustrating, and that's one of the reasons I love you Eddie. I know I said I couldn't take how chaotic we were, but that's what makes our relationship ours." You say, looking up at him with sad eyes.

He finally closed the space between the two of you, and wrapped one his arms around your waist and pulled you in, and used his other hand to cup your cheek. He used his thumb to wipe the tear off of your cheek. "I missed you too." He said, pulling your face to meet his lips.

His lips were just as you remembered them. This wasn't a goodbye kiss, it was a hello kiss. One of many to come. This kiss made all of the ones that came before it feel like childsplay. He was, and will always be yours, and vise versa.

The kiss grows deeper, his lips feeling like silk against yours. You move your hands up to his hair, allowing your fingers to rake through, and grab on to each piece. He lets out a soft moan as he feels you grip his hair into your soft hands, while he allows his calloused ones to play with the hem of your shirt, finally deciding to tug it off.

"I love you." He says in your ear, allowing his hands to trail up your torso.

(A/N): Okay I like this one... specifically the beginning though, I feel like I got a little lazy towards the end. I hope everyone likes it though?! Also, two posts in one week? Look at me go! Anyway, please leave questions/suggestions in my requests box!

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Takami Keigo ( Hawks ) x M/NB/GN! reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; bottom! reader x top! tamaki keigo/hawks.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; Touya isn't as smitten with you as he used to be, but Keigo.. dear lord, he's absolutely infatuated with you. Which is why he made a '' move'' on you when he '' dropped by'' without a text or call first. And you, you aren't as loyal as one should/would be.

𝗻𝗼𝘁��𝘀 ; MODERN AU!, fuck/play boy takami<3, football team takami (i think) ( IF YOU SQUINT VERY HARD, you'll see enemies to lovers n fluff 😍😍😍) (i probably spelt bird brain's name wrong🙄🤩🥰 srry 4 that!!)

'' You know you always will need a reason for coming over, right?" You questioned, looking at him with an annoyed expression as your body weight leaned on the doors tall frame. He had rosy, reddish pink cheeks, possibly from racing over here. His hair was messed up, his varsity team jacket had spots of dirt and/or mud.

'' I missed you too, darlin'. Now, can you fix me up like ya always do?'' He inquired, holding his side. You sighed, letting him in as he kissed your cheek and planted face first on the comfy deep red couch. After getting the first aid-kit, you heard the ruffle of cloth coming from the living room.

'' Dear God, you know I'm not going to do this for you again, right?'' You utter in annoyance, soaking up his blood in the small fabric of cotton cloth, patting a little softer at the sound of hearing him wince at your fingertips, him trying his best not to inch away from your touch.

'' Did she see your messages? Call log, possibly?'' You questioned with a smirk on your face, knowing the next time a relationship issue he has, he'll crawl straight back into your large house. He laughed a little, looking up at the ceiling with a grim expression. '' It might've gone wrong after I told her she was just a fuck buddy. Or possibly that me and her won't be nothing more than fuck buddies, and that she should be lucky that she had the chance for me to fuck her.''

A sigh came from your throat upon hearing his bad relationship story. '' You're absolutely a shitty person. I'm starting to think your personality trait is only having a big dick.'' You spoke, looking up to only see him staring down upon you. '' You know, we should skip past this whole ordeal and just clear our stress with sex.'' He suggested, a small lopsided smile. '' I'm dating Touya, we both know that.'' You spoke, arising from your current position between his legs. Of course, before dating Touya, you two were nothing but mere friends with benefits. However, that'd gotten old after your crush asked you out, aka Touya asked you out. And the relationship with him had been great, until the argument yesterday.

'' Oh c'mon, you'd love to. For ol' time's sake, please?'' He pleaded, giving you such a fuck boy begging expression. '' I have work to do, you have places to be. So, no, Takami. I won't let you fuck me, again.'' You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him rummage through your fridge, smirking at the fact you had a canister of the beer he likes.

'' That was your queue to leave, Keigo.'' You spoke loudly, stepping inside of the bathroom, and putting up the first aid-kit. '' You need to leave, Touya doesn't like it when we're together. And, issue is, he's coming other within a few hours. So, hurry up, and get.'' You fumed, hushing any words that could've came out of his mouth anymore. '' ...Or, we could just get naked 'n fuck.'' He suggested yet again, a smirk on his face as he saw your expression, he eyes traveling down your curvy figure, taking a sip of the can of beer.

'' If only, and it could still happen without the careless bitch, your boyfriend wasn't in the way. I mean, you said in a few hours, right? We could fuck, get cleaned up, and I'll be gone by then.'' He shrugged softly, seeing your eyes glimmer in the light, a spark, possibly a flame, growing inside of you by the second. '' You surely make an interesting offer, Takami. But get going before I kick you out with a broom.'' You spoke, the flame in you only growing by the second. '' You really want me to go?" He questioned, somehow behind you at this second, his hand trailing your lower back as you were bent over tending to your plants. His hands going farther to trails across your ass, grazing it.

Standing up, you could feel his hands to snake around your waist, holding it firmly. He nuzzled his chin into your shoulder, kissing the nape of your neck. Soon sucking on it. Squirming a little at his touch, you forgot the feeling he had on your body, the magical essence of his scent that engaged itself within your senses. '' D'ya really want me to go, baby?'' His husky voice coating with lust as he nibbled on the scene of your neck, earning a breathy soft moan from you.

'' No..'' You said, responding to his question. Feeling your paints straining against your thighs, mainly your cock. The tightening fabric only making it more arousing. '' Dear God, just fuck me already.'' That once sentence, the only one he wanted to hear, had you in the situation now.

Crying at the feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you, pressing every spot inside of yourself. You didn't know how much you had missed the feeling of him inside of you. He, on the other hand, was at the brink of coming, and it hadn't even been 30 minutes. He peered down at you, seeing how his cock put you in a daze. Made you feel lightheaded, dazed, and always left you trembling.

'' You look so pretty..'' He hushed the sound of your beautiful whimpers with a kiss, engulfing the scream you made when he pushed himself fully inside of you. He regained his structure, looking at you with a loving smile on his face, loving the absolute look of your thighs shaking around him, and flourishing down from your beautiful eyes. '' Everything about you is just so beautiful..''

Pulling out of you, seeing you bit down on your lower lip, more tears falling. He knows he should let you adjust to his large size, but God you're so pretty when you cry, just for him. It'd happened so many times now, your stomach painted white, and at this point you were just shooting direct blanks. Cum dripped and flooded the sheets your back was pressed against. He just couldn't stop, even after so many rounds, you were a drug to him. It's like he was addicted to his cock being stuffed far inside of you, your stomach bulged with his cum. He came in copious amounts. Dear, having sex with him was an absolute real life wet dream.

Once he finally pulled out of you, he smirked at the sight of seeing your hole clutch around nothing. Your chest heaved up and down, your face was painted with lines of tears. '' I absolutely hate you, Keigo.'' He smirked as he laid there with you, '' I love you too, baby.'' He chuckled, tilting you up by your chin and kissing you passionately.

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