#seriously how did bro get laid

[emo-protagonist]

no seriously guys how did vergil get laid i cannot stop thinking about it like im losing sleep over this

[greengoblinswifey]

Silent Desires—Brother’s!Bsf Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you’re the cool older sister who never paid much attention to your brother's shy best friend, Nicholas—until one night, you overhear a surprising conversation. learning he's never been with anyone, you find yourself more than ready to make him have a good first time.

warnings— tiny age gap(reader is 2 years older), sub!nicholas then slight dom!nicholas, dom!reader, fingering, choking, oral(m receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, fluff, aftercare, L bomb.

a/n— yes this is long i fear i got carried away..

Part two

Nicholas had been coming over to your house since he and your younger brother became best friends in high school. He was the quiet, shy kid who seemed uncomfortable in his own skin whenever you were around. Being two years older, you didn’t pay much attention to your brother's friends, considering them too young and immature for your taste. You’d laugh sometimes at how Nicholas would get flustered, barely managing a stammered “hi” before rushing off whenever you entered the room.

Whenever you did make an appearance, Nicholas would steal glances, awkwardly trying to start a conversation. His brown eyes would light up whenever you laughed, especially when you teased him just to see his cheeks turn red. Though you didn't think of him seriously, you’d caught him staring more times than you could count. There was something innocent, almost sweet, about his crush.

One Saturday afternoon, you were heading downstairs to the basement, your mom needed your younger brother's help with some boxes in the garage. As you reached the basement door, you overheard Nicholas and your brother talking.

“Dude, you’re seriously still a virgin?” your brother asked, laughing.

Nicholas sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I got head once, but I didn’t even, you know, finish.”

Your brother cracked up, slapping Nicholas on the shoulder. “Bro, you need to get laid. I don’t get why you haven’t yet. Is it, like, nerves or something?”

Nicholas hesitated. “I just, it’s hard to find someone I actually want to, you know, do it with.”

“Fine, then who would you want?” your brother challenged, still laughing.

“Uh, what if it’s your sister,” Nicholas mumbled.

Your brother’s laugh stopped short as he punched Nicholas playfully on the arm. “Are you serious? She’d never go for you. You’re not her type. She’d never go for a guy like you,” he teased.

Nicholas shrugged, cheeks turning red. “Maybe, but I think she likes to 'dabble in snow,' if you know what I mean.”

Right then, you stepped in, smiling as you leaned against the doorframe. “Yo, mom wants your help with some boxes, get up there now.”

Your brother was already on his way up, not noticing the tension lingering in the room as Nicholas struggled to form a coherent sentence.

“You know, I heard what you just said.”

Nicholas turned bright red, stammering, “I, uh, I didn’t mean—”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, you didn’t mean it? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Listen,” you said, lowering your voice, “when my brother goes to bed tonight, come to my room if you mean it.”

Nicholas blinked, wide-eyed, nodding slightly, his usual flustered self almost in disbelief. "Y-yeah, okay."

After overhearing Nicholas’s admission in the basement, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. You’d always thought of him as your brother’s quiet, shy friend, but the idea that he’d harbored these thoughts about you all along made you see him in a new light. For the first time, you couldn’t deny the thought that there was something a little bit attractive about him. The way he hid his muscular build under baggy sweaters and how flustered he’d get whenever you were around. A small thrill ran through you as you headed back to your room, feeling a surge of boldness. You lay in bed, the sheets pulled loosely around you, scrolling on your phone, fully confident that Nicholas wouldn’t turn down the “opportunity of a lifetime,” as you jokingly thought of it.

Around 2 a.m., you heard a soft knock at the door, followed by his low voice, “It’s me, uh, can I come in?” You recognized the nerves in his tone and couldn’t help but smile as you called out, “Yes, it’s open.”

Nicholas opened the door and stepped inside, looking both eager and hesitant as he glanced at you, lying there with nothing but your sheet covering your naked body. “I see you meant what you said,” you teased, watching him nod slowly, standing stiffly near the door.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Come over here,” you said, patting the bed beside you. He moved closer, each step cautious, and as he sat down, you leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his neck, feeling him shiver beneath your touch.

With a soft laugh, you asked, “So, how long have you been thinking about this? About me?”

He swallowed, cheeks flushed, before he answered, “Years. I always, I’ve always had this huge crush on you. You’d walk around in those tiny shorts, or just your silk robe, and— and I’d know you weren’t wearing anything under it.” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I barely ever got to see you, but whenever I did, it felt like everything was just, thrown at me all at once.” He paused, glancing down as he added, “You’d leave me, um, painfully hard, just being around you. Just smelling your perfume lingering in the air.” He let out a sheepish laugh. “I even, fuck—jacked off to the smell of your body wash in the bathroom once. I was so ashamed, but I— I couldn’t help it. You were just so hot and intimidating.”

You laughed, nudging him. “Intimidating, huh? And here I thought you just didn’t have much to say.”

He chuckled nervously, his hand brushing over yours. “It’s more like, I didn’t know how to talk to you. You’re my best friend’s older sister, and besides you usually go for white guys, right?”

“True,” you teased, amused by his observation.

As Nicholas sat there, looking nervous yet hopeful, he stammered, “Well, I think maybe now I have a chance with you—”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Who told you that?”

He flushed immediately, stuttering, “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I thought—”

Before he could finish, you silenced him by tossing the sheets off, revealing yourself fully naked. His eyes widened, clearly mesmerized, as you slid onto his lap, leaning in to trail kisses down his neck. As you left a mark, he whispered, “Your brother’s gonna see that and ask questions.”

“Let him see,” you said between bites.

When you moved up to his lips, his hands awkwardly rested by his sides. You pulled back just enough to murmur, “You know, you can touch me, right?”

He swallowed, nodding shyly. Gently, you took his hands, guiding them up to your neck. His fingers brushed lightly over your skin, and as he started to grip a bit more firmly, your eyes rolled back with a soft moan, catching him by surprise. “Didn’t know people were into that.” he murmured, half in awe.

You smirked, whispering, “I’m into a lot of things. You’ll just have to find out.”

“Please,” he whispered, voice thick with anticipation.

You placed his hands on your chest, guiding his touch as he squeezed, muttering, “I’ve always thought you had the most gorgeous—um, you know,” his voice faltered, “especially in those low-cut tops.”

You laughed softly, running his hand lower until his fingers brushed against your pussy, guiding him to explore. “Go ahead baby, play with my clit,” you encouraged.

He grew bolder, his touch becoming more certain as he asked, stuttering slightly, “Does- does this feel good?”

“Mm-hmm,” you sighed, “keep going, baby.”

He slid a finger inside, whispering, “You’re so- so small, and wet. I love how you feel.” His confidence grew as you moaned encouragement, and as the tension built, you gripped his shoulders, locking eyes with him as you came all over his thick fingers.

The look in your eyes, intense and dazed, left him breathless, and he knew it was a look he’d never forget.

“That was my first time doing that,” he said.

“Yeah? Well you did good baby, making me cum like that,” you murmured, half surprised and biting your lip. You took his fingers and put them up to his lips and he sucked the remnants of your juices off clean.

“Mm- you taste so good,” he hummed.

“That’s a good boy, next time you’ll get to taste my pussy, yeah?”

You could feel his cock jump in his sweats, whether it be from you calling him a good boy or confirming there would be a next time.

As you tugged at Nicholas' sweater, he hesitated, a little nervous, but let you pull it off. Your eyes widened as you took in what was hidden underneath. Defined abs, chiseled pecs, and strong, sculpted arms, he looked like he’d been carved from fucking marble. You smirked, knowing he’d been hiding something impressive.

“God, you’re hot,” you murmured, running your hands over his chest. “You shouldn’t be hiding this from me.”

He flushed but smiled shyly, glancing at you with a hint of admiration. “Have you seen yourself?” he replied softly. “It’s like Aphrodite herself sculpted you, you’re beautiful.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him, before sliding down, your movements deliberate as he watched, breathless. Pulling down his sweats and boxers, he sprang free, hard and already leaking. You couldn’t help the genuine look of surprise that crossed your face as you took him in, rock hard, thick and long, all for you.

“Glad I’m the first,” you said with a smirk, your fingers wrapping around him. “And I’m gonna make sure I’m the last. No one else is gonna compare.”

Nicholas swallowed, his voice shaky as he said, “I- I know you overheard me tell your brother, I, uh, I’ve only had, you know, that once, and it didn’t, it didn’t make me—cum.” He stumbled over the words, looking both embarrassed and apologetic. “But not that I think you won’t!” he added quickly, almost panicked. “Just, a heads up.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, taking him into your mouth in one smooth motion, leaving him stunned. He was big, and you could feel the fullness as you took him deep, the sound of your gagging only spurring him on more. His moans grew louder, until you paused, pulling back briefly to whisper, “Keep it down a bit baby, or you’ll wake my brother.”

He nodded, barely able to keep his voice under control as you returned, intensifying your rhythm, you played with his balls and bobbed your head faster. His hands gripped your head lightly, and you guided them, whispering, “Hold me down.” His fingers pressed gently, sending him over the edge as he shivered, releasing into your mouth with a low groan.

After a moment, he pulled you up, his expression one of awe as he kissed you, tasting himself. “Thank you,” he murmured, voice thick with gratitude and amazement. “That was incredible. You’re so good at this.”

You smirked. “I know.”

As you gazed down at Nicholas, you asked softly, “Are you ready?”

He met your eyes, his gaze both nervous and full of longing. “Yes,” he whispered, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my first.”

You leaned forward, brushing a reassuring kiss along his neck, feeling him tremble. His hands settled on your waist as you eased yourself close, and he let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed.

“Are you sure?” you asked, searching his face.

He nodded, smiling with a bit more confidence. “With you, I’m sure, b-but I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I want you to feel all of me.

You moved slowly, kissing his neck and quietly praising him as you felt him fill you inch by inch. He whimpered loudly, the cute sounds he made going straight to your core as you moved your hips on his cock.

“You’re so big baby, making me feel so good.” He moaned in response, his jaw agape as he struggled to contain himself. “You’re such a good boy moaning for me like this baby.”

You continued grinding on him, completely lost in the feeling of him being so deep inside you, he was stretching you more than anyone else had.

“Baby, lay back,” you panted, wanting to show him something different. He immediately complied and you began bouncing on his hard length, your tits doing the same as you did.

“Oh my fucking god,” he whimpered, staring up at the sight before him. He felt like he was going to explode watching you on top of him.

“C-choke me sweetheart,” you begged, your pace faltering but still bouncing on him as hard as you could.

“Huh- are you s-sure?” he asked, clearly surprised by your request. You nodded frantically and he obeyed. As he did, you began bouncing faster, his name on your lips like a prayer. The sound of Nicholas’ loud moans and skin slapping began filling your room and it was too late to worry about if your brother was hearing the commotion.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last,” he moaned out, his hand still around your throat.

“It’s okay baby, me too, I want you to.”

As soon as the words left your lips, Nicholas’ grip on your neck tightened lightly and he released deep inside your pussy just as you creamed all over his cock. You both shivered and you fell on top of him, his cock still deep inside you.

“You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you,” you praised, kissing him all over, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

You switched positions, arching your back beautifully, you spread yourself for him and he watched in awe as his cum leaked from your pussy onto the sheets.

“Show me what you got sweetheart.”

His cheeks flushed but he complied, slipping inside your slippery walls and stretching you once more. The pace he went made him hit your sweet spot continuously and it was now your turn to be a whimpering mess. Feeling bold and proud of himself, Nicholas pulled you back by the neck making you arch off him.

“Do I make you feel good? You love how my cock feels as I’m pounding into you?”

You struggled to form coherent words, only moaning in response as his thrusts got harder and sloppier.

“Words baby, use your words.”

“Y-yes, you make me feel so good, so so good.”

“That’s a good girl, now rub your clit.” You obeyed, rubbing your clit and sending even more jolts of pleasure through your body. “Cum for me, now.” You complied once more, shuddering under him as you came hard in his grip.

He laid you back down on the bed and you arched again. “Hold my hands behind my back,” you begged. He hesitated at first, shocked at how kinky the request was and you allowing him to restrict you but he did as he was told, holding your hands behind your back as he pounded into your tight pussy. Looking down at your ass slapping against him, his cock disappearing inside your pussy that was just sucking him in and how he had your hands firmly behind you, he couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud moan of your name, his warm load filled you up and he fell beside you, panting heavily.

He put his head on your chest as one of his hands went to caress your tits before he went to your bathroom and brought a rag to clean the both of you. Afterwards he came back laying his head on your chest once more.

You traced light circles on his back, and he looked up at you, gratitude and awe clear in his expression. “Thank you for everything,” he murmured. “I couldn’t have imagined it any better.”

You kissed his forehead gently. “You did great,” you whispered back, meeting his shy smile, “I’m proud of you.”

In the soft silence as you drifted to sleep, you heard him murmur, almost to himself, “I’ve always loved you—fuck I love you so much.”

[419jhat]

Eddie's lagging behind his friends at comicon, lazily taking in a particularly cool d20 being sold in the artist alley when he spots her. Seated in a chair, looking bored as fuck while she scrolls on her phone, was the most beautiful Blossom he's ever laid his eyes on. She wasn't wearing the usual outfit. She'd switched it out for something preppy and modern- a pleated pink skirt swishing around her thighs, cute white socks, and a sweater vest that shows off how much she goes to the gym. She looks like she would've called him a freak in high school, but in a sexy way, which is a thought that he doesn't want to reflect on without his therapist present.

"You gonna shoot your shot?" Gareth asks.

Eddie feels like he's been caught.

"I don't know, maybe I will," he says with a shrug.

"She's out of your league, friend. She looks like she'd step on you."

"I know," Eddie sighs.

Gareth looks incredibly unimpressed . "Ugh. Go. Before I leave you standing here like an idiot and she notices you staring. Which you're doing a lot, by the way."

He finishes with a shove right between Eddie's shoulder blades, forcing him to stumble toward Ms. Blossom in a way that catches her attention. And then he has to walk up to her, because he's looking at her and she's looking at him, and neither of them are looking away and it's becoming a whole thing. He walks toward her slowly, because he can't think of what to say, and the way she's playing with her wig is really distracting and cute.

"Uh. Waiting for a Rowdy Ruff Boy?" he jokes awkwardly. Blossom's face morph into pure disgust and Eddie wants to melt into the floor.

"Seriously bro?" she asks with a shockingly deep voice.

Before Eddie can make his brain snap together a response, the other Power Puff Girls are running up to them.

"Steve! I hope you didn't wait long, Chris wanted to get one of those- oh. Hello," Buttercup says, when she notices him. Bubbles' blonde hair is very real, and very cute pulled into pigtails. Buttercup seems to have just dyed hers black for the occasion.

"Hi," Eddie says lamely. He waves at them, for some reason.

Buttercup gasps. "Are you hitting on him? We can leave and come back. Come on, babe," she says, grabbing Buttercup's hand.

"Don't fuck this up!" Bubbles says as she's pulled away.

"Oh my god, ignore them. What did you say?" Steve, apparently, asks. Eddie wants to crawl in a hole and die. He can just feel Gareth laughing behind him.

"It's was a joke. You know, the Rowdy Rough Boys?" Steve doesn't seem to know, so he adds, "the evil boy version of the Power Puff Girls?"

Steve looks down at his clothes as some kind of recognition dawns on his face. "Oh! Shit dude, I haven't seen the show. Rob and her girlfriend just really needed a Blossom."

This is usually the point Eddie would tease Steve about being a poser, but he looks so sincere (and his biceps are so distracting) that his game is totally out of shape. A guy who would don a skirt for his friends? A man after his own heart! He half wants to make up an excuse and leave to save himself from further shame, but he's too enticed by the cute moles on Steve's jaw that he lets himself suffer a little longer.

Steve looks him up and down and asks, "so what are you supposed to be?"

Eddie looks down at his ripped jeans and says, "...me."

He's internally kicking himself for leaving his own outfit in the hotel room.

Steve smiles up at him in a way that shows off his makeup. "Well it's working for you. You know when you first came up to me I thought you were asking me if I wanted to get rough with you."

Eddie laughs awkwardly, cheeks burning, because bombing an interaction this badly is exactly the kind of thing the universe would demand of him. Steve just stares at him. Eddie stares back awkwardly, wondering what he's supposed to even say. He can see Buttercup and Bubbles a few feet away, mouthing something at him combined with a collection of hand gestures he doesn't really understand. Steve sighs. Then he flicks the wig in a way that's kind of flirty and says, "that was an invitation, dude. You gonna take it or sit there and keep staring at my tits?"

And Eddie does take the invitation, thank you very much.

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Pathetic (Art Donaldson)

Description: Y/N loves Art but thinks he’s pathetic for still being in love with Tashi even though she’s using him.

Word Count: 1,327k

Y/N met Art in college along with Tashi, who at the time was dating Patrick. Art was obsessed with Tashi and Y/N was the victim. She had to hear about it all the time and it was annoying. He even went as far to try and ruin Tashi and Patrick’s relationship. Tashi was pissed at Pat but Y/N knew all along that it was Art. I mean he wouldn’t shut up about her. Art was there for Tashi when she had her injury, like a little puppy he bowed down to her. Y/N snorted when Art told her that he was going to help her recover and be there for her. She watched as Art left her room, she shouldn’t but she does care about him.

And maybe that’s why she feels the way she does about the situation. Tashi liked Art but not like that. Which Art couldn’t see but Y/N did. It was crazy that Art and Pat were no longer friends over Tashi. Bros before Hoes was always the saying but it wasn’t that anymore. Y/N watched as Art bent over backwards for Tashi but got nothing in return. She cared about his Tennis career, not him. Tashi would always bitch to Y/N about how Art wasn’t taking anything seriously and that he needed to focus on his career. To which Y/N replied, “He’s in love with you, Tashi.” Tashi laughed at her words and brushed them off but Y/N was right. 

10 years later, Art was still in love with Tashi but nothing ever came about it besides sex here and there that Art wore on his sleeve. Y/N had watched him all through his career and lost a lot of respect for him. Every time he lost a game, Tashi would get so mad and make him cry. He cried to Y/N about it and she put on a fake pity smile and comforted him. But not this time, never again will Y/N act like that. She was over it, over all of it.

He came into her room with tears in his eyes, sad that Tashi was mad at him for losing. Y/N rolled her eyes but let the man in. He sat on her bed, “I just don’t understand, I try and do everything for her and I get nothing in return.” He’s saying the words but they aren’t clicking in his head. Y/N just stared at him as he whined. She didn’t hug him like she usually does or coo in his ear. She was annoyed with him. When she hadn’t said anything, he looked up at her, “Why do you look so annoyed?” He asked her. “Cuz you’re pathetic.” She spits at him. He looks at her confused and hurt by her words. “What?” “Yeah, you’re a pathetic little boy that is dying for her love and attention. Well guess what? You’re never gonna get it.” She tells him. He couldn’t believe what she was saying, she never said things like that to him, especially when he’s upset.

“Don’t say that. She loves me.” “Are you that delusional? Art she only cares about your Tennis career because she doesn’t have one anymore!” She yells. He stood up, “Don’t say that about her!” He pointed a finger at her. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Get the fuck out!” She told him. He left and didn’t look back. Y/N sighed and sat on her bed, where Art was just sitting. She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She wished that Art would just see that Tashi didn’t love him and that he needs to let that go. 

A week later everything seemed to go back to normal for now. Well besides Art. He didn’t talk to Y/N but maybe that was for the best. Tashi on the other hand begged Y/N to talk to him. “He needs you Y/N. He’s not focusing.” “He’s Pathetic.” Y/N told her. Tashi agreed and told Y/N that’s why she needed her help. But Y/N refused, she was done with Art and his bullshit.

Y/N and saw that Patrick was there as well and that he wasn’t doing the greatest. “Maybe if you were as delusional as Art, life would be better.” She joked. Patrick rolled his eyes at her, “Still in love with Art?” her smile dropped. He looked at her and chuckled, “It’s been obvious since the day you met him.” She shook her head and downed her drink. “Yeah well he’s in love with Tashi.” “Who wouldn’t be?” “I don’t get it. She only cares about his career, not him.” Patrick saw how sad that made Y/N. “Well he’s an idiot for not being in love with you.” She looked at him, a smirk on his lips. She shook her head, “Yeah well that’s never gonna happen.” He shook his head and downed his drink.

“You both are sitting on things that are never going to happen.” She looks at him, thinking about his words. “Art loves Tashi and you love Art, that’s not gonna happen.” “So we’re both pathetic.” She said as she stood up. He stood up as well, “Well I don’t think you’re pathetic.” She shook her head, “No, I am. And it ends here.” “What are you going to do?” “Leave.” She begins walking away but Patrick caught up with her. “Wait, you’re just gonna leave?” She nodded. “Why? He’s not the only thing here.” “Yeah, but I was here for him.” She said. He took her hands, “Stay here for me.” She looked at him with a confused look. “Wait, what?” She took her hands back. “Don’t leave just because of him. Show him what he’s missing.” Y/N thought about his words and realized that it wasn’t worth it. “I tried Patrick. It didn’t work. Goodbye.” She said and walked to the elevators.

He watched her as she walked away but realized how Pathetic Art was for not wanting her. “Y/N.” He called and ran into the elevator. “What?” “Don’t leave. Please.” He begged. “Why do you want me to stay?” She asked, he sighed. “I want you to and not for Art. He’s a dumbass for not wanting you.” She turned to him. “Are you telling me to stay for the reason I think you are?” She asked, he nodded. Truth be told she’s always found Patrick attractive but never looked too much into it thanks to Art. “Art would never forgive us.” She said. “Yeah, but do you really care?” She didn’t, not anymore. 

Y/N showed up to all the practices they had. Art saw her and was shocked that she wasn’t cheering for him but for Patrick. Patrick could tell that he was upset and smirked at him when he won and Y/N ran up to hug him. Art stared at them and everything hit him. He was pathetic and he lost a great woman because of it. 

“Y/N, wait up.” Art called as he saw Y/N in the lobby. She turned towards him as he came running up to her. “What do you want?” He caught his breath and looked at her. “I’m sorry for what I've been doing all these years.” “Oh now you see me with Patrick and you realize?” “Wait, you're with Patrick?” She rolled her eyes, “Maybe.” He sighed. “Y/N please i’m sorry. You’re right I am pathetic. Tashi doesn’t love me and she never will. I know that now. I can’t let you walk away with him.” She sighed and looked down. He needed to be taught a lesson. She needs to walk away and be with Patrick, Art deserves that. But she loves him and no matter how many times he’s made her mad, she can’t bring herself to leave. She looked at him and pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that he gladly returned. I guess we’re both pathetic, she thinks as they make out in the hotel lobby.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:14 pm]

(cw: f!reader, reader is drunk, reader throws up, mentions if alcohol, “fucking”)

Fratboy!Jaehyun was nervous. He was never nervous before parties. What would he ever have to be nervous about? A house full of people, booze, weed, and surrounded by his fraternity brothers.

But today was different. You were coming to today’s party. You- a girl he really liked. A girl he didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of. A girl he wanted to impress and show off to.

He was rushing around the living room and kitchen area. Were there enough cups? Did he get the chips you mentioned you liked? Were there enough? Should he hide some in case they all got eaten? Did he have that tequila you liked? The very specific brand he went to 2 stores to find. Yes, hidden behind the Fireball and Pink Whitney that would surely go first.

Soon enough, the house was filled with the usual amounts of party goers. The beer in his hand had hardly been touched and was getting warm- gross. And yet, you were nowhere to be found. You had told him you were coming. You and your roommate were coming. He didn’t want to seem too eager or overexcited, but oh my god! Where were you?!

He walked around the room, making sure no one was messing up anything too badly or fucking on the kitchen table again. That was horrible to see.

But he didn’t see any of that and he almost missed seeing you. If it weren’t for you crawling onto the beer pong table to celebrate the game, he wouldn’t have seen you.

“Hey! There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Jaehyun yelled over the noise.

Your eyes lit up as you turned to sit on the table, “Jaehyun! I’ve been playing beer pong for an hour and I’m so good at it!”

“She’s lost every game, bro,” Yuta laughed as he walked past.

You pouted, your words slightly slurred, “‘s not my fault. I never played this before.”

Jaehyun laughed, “let’s get you off the table, so more people can play, come on.”

He led you to the kitchen where you immediately zeroed in on the chips, “my favorites!”

You walked around the space with your eyes closed in a drunken pleasure, the bowl of chips in your arms. You quickly bumped into the counter and opened your eyes to hiss in pain, “that hurt like a bi- hey! My tequila! I can never find this anywhere. Do you guys always have this at parties?”

He stared at you with wonder and amazement. Even drunk you were managing to steal his heart. “Yo, Jaehyun. Someone got into your room,” someone called out.

Jaehyun groaned, running his hand down his face, “don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, blinking slowly, “I’m not moving.”

Jaehyun ran up the stairs quickly, going up to kick the people out of his room and make sure everything was in order. He double checked the lock on his door was well, locked and booked it down the stairs.

You had unfortunately gotten into the bottle and were pouring up shots for yourself and a small group of girls. “It’s the best tequila ever! Seriously it doesn’t burn, it’s woman made, and oh my god! I love your dress! Where’d you get it?”

“Here, I got you a water,” Jaehyun started awkwardly as you and your small group got into drunken girl talk. In which you were almost in tears after another girl told you how soft your hair was. It was endearing.

“And I love water!” You blubbered.

Jaehyun chuckled, guiding you outside where there was considerably less people. You sat together on a bench while you chugged your water. You set the nearly empty water bottle aside and laid your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“I was really nervous about seeing you tonight. That’s why I drank so much,” you told him quietly.

Jaehyun chuckled, surprised, “I was nervous about you being here! Why were you nervous?”

You groaned, running your hands through your hair and pulling away from Jaehyun. He quickly pulled you back in, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I was finally going to see you in all your fratboy element, this is like your little world. What if I didn’t fit in and you realized you don’t actually like me?”

“I’m much more than a party guy, and truth be told, I don’t even like these parties all that much. The clean up afterwards is always hell. Plus, I liked seeing you here, it will give me something to look forward to at future parties,” Jaehyun ended hopefully.

“I promise I won’t get drunk next time and I promise I won’t ask you to told my hair back when I throw up next time either.”

“Hold your hair back?” Jaehyun asks, completely confused.

“Yeah, I’m gonna throw up and I really hope you still like me after,” you told him quickly before rushing to bend down and throw up a stomach full of beer and chips.

Jaehyun held your hair back in one hand and rubbed your back with the other. It was weird, when he did this to Haechan or Mark, he usually avoided them for a day or two. But with you it was different. He wanted to take care of you. Hell, he would even say he liked you more now.

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Dinner

G/N. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo).

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

The manchildren are ignoring each other.

It's for the better, really, considering their temperaments.

Johan (slouched, head propped up by his palm) and Samuel (straight backed, perfect posture) sit opposite. A worn, beaten dining table separating them. Both deliberately keeping their gaze on their phones, scrolling half-hearted through social media and trivial articles, faces lit up by bluelight.

Anything to try and block out one another.

Occasional sounds ringing out from their devices, joining the backdrop of sizzling and clanging floating out from the kitchen down the hallway.

Dinner shouldn't be too far away, judging by the smells. Even if Jake and Eli are helping, at least with you taking the lead, they won't be able to get away with anything untoward such as adding a hearty dose of cyanide. 

If you don't do that first, that is.

Facilitated by your presence, an uneasy, delicate truce hangs in the balance between the Crew Heads. Could be broken by the most miniscule interruption. 

Someone breathing too loud.

Someone taking up too much room.

Someone-

"YOU KISSED?!"

Johan and Samuel lift up their heads in unison at your voice. 

Followed by a screech (also yours).

Then - BANG!

Something heavy clatters in the kitchen.

The sound of an indignant shout (Eli's), yelping (Jake's), after a resounding smack (likely courtesy of you). 

One, or both, of them must have pissed you off.

Nothing new there.

They both return back to their phones, trying to keep the strained peace but-

Eyes lock, long enough to antagonise. Samuel's, full of patronising superiority and Johan's, narrowed with distrust and disdain. True feelings laid bare.

Neither look away.

The seconds tick by. Grows into minutes.

Samuel, always having a complex to soothe, pokes him first. With a smirk, "So you took my advice. Stealing shoes worked out well." 

Lips pressed tight and ears burning, Johan glares at him. Taunting tone matching his, "So did being Eugene's dog."

Samuel's expression takes on a dangerous edge, "How's your eyesight-"

Johan clenches his fist, white-knuckled and tense. Prepares to lunge to punch that smug look off his face-

"DINNER!" 

You slam down a large pan of kimchi stew in the middle of the table. Breaking the tension and whatever trouble is stirring.

No doubt Samuel is the instigator, and you throw him a dirty look as he holds your gaze for a just moment, before rolling his eyes and looking away, tips of his ears burning red.

Called it.

Johan huffs, small and pleased and victorious. Hand reaching out for a serving-

"Not yet," you chide, slapping his hand away with chopsticks and you are greeted by a look reminiscent of an annoyed cat.

Jake and Eli join soon after, carrying the rice and banchan. Jake gives Eli a grin, looking pleased with himself as the latter pointedly ignores him.

"Seriously, you can join Big Deal. Maybe as No.7. Lua would kill me and I can't bump Lineman."

"I said no." Eli sits down, as far away as possible from the Big Deal boss.

"I heard Jerry and Warren are getting friendly." Jake picks up the pickled radishes. "They would probably like fighting alongside each other.” 

Eli pinches the bridge of his nose. Somehow this guy is even more persistent than his own toddler. “For crying out loud-” 

"No. How many times! " Your hands dart out to grab Jake's around the wrist.  Intercepting him about to add the pickle juice into the stew. Poised to ruin it for the rest of you. Speaking slowly and clearly, you stress, "No. Pickle. Juice."

"It tastes better, trust me." He tries for a winning smile and is met with groans all around the table.

"No." 

"It tastes like shit."

"Keep it in your own bowl."

"I don't trust you."

Jake, defeated, clicks his tongue. "Fine. You all have no taste."

"Us?" Eli scrunches his face. Jake opens his mouth, but is cut off before anything comes out, “And no! Stop asking Hostel to join with Big Deal. We are not a family.”

Taking this as an opportunity to get even with Samuel, Johan growls, low and menacing, "What the fuck did you say before?"

Samuel sneers, finding no threat in this boy, "I said-"

You sigh.

So long, pleasant meal.

So long, keeping the peace.

You let the noise and angry voices wash over you, serving yourself a portion. At least it won’t get physical with you around (and you’re proven right when they keep casting shifty looks over, as if waiting for you to tell them off).

Better to let them get it out of their system like this, you think, tucking into your food.

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

can i get a fuckin uhhh kokichi x f!reader where most people think reader is so sweet and quiet but she's one of those people who is secretly a menace when you get to know them? pls and thankies

A/N: Took a while to get out but here, sorry if he might seem a bit OOC I’m still trying to get used to writing to for him. And of course spelling errors

Plot: Kokichi crushing n dating a menace but sweet in public reader

!!Female reader!!

Character(s) being used: Kokichi Ouma

Crushing n finding out you is a menace

Honestly when bro first met you he thought you were boring as hell, like you’re just some regular quiet sweetheart who everyone likes

He also thought you were definitely hiding something because no way someone is this genuinely nice unless they got something to cover up

He tried to not make it obvious he was following you but it was pretty obvious, bro was literally or was already in every location you were in 😭

People just told him to stop being creepy and leave you alone as he just told them they were getting the wrong idea, he didn’t actually took what they said to him that seriously but did get a bit annoyed but acted it off

He had a feeling you weren’t actually hiding anything and got even more annoyed and felt like he just totally wasted his time on someone as boring as you and went to go bother someone else

That was until he stumbled upon setting you setting up a prank on Miu, tbh bro was surprised he purposely exaggerated over it though

Even since that day he wouldn’t leave you alone and kept tell you how you should join D.I.C.E. even if you decline it, he’ll keep the option opened for you

Would definitely help with your pranks and would make them purposely backfire on you and would tell you it was an accident the 5th accident in a row

Would ask why don’t you just show everyone how you’re the one behind all the pranks and shenanigans as you would tell him it’s to keep your innocent look

He didn’t buy it for shit and tried to tell everyone how you were behind it all, they all either ignored him or even annoyed at the fact he would even blame it on you some of them even said he was the one behind the pranks and was just trying to frame you

Honestly he was quite impressed how you really had everyone fooled won't tell ya tho and now every time you both talk he does mention about D.I.C.E. and how you should join it

Even if he knows it’s annoying you he gotta tell ya. He never been so invested into knowing someone since he been here

Literally follows you everywhere and everyone is confused and concerned on why he keeps bothering you

Doesn’t take him long to realize that he’s gaining feelings for you but at the time would push those feelings away, it’s not just because he knows you won’t feel the same but it’s because he doesn’t want to seem vulnerable with anyone

Not to mention he hasn’t even seen your vulnerable side either

Sooner or later you ended up confessing your feelings, bro fr thought you were bullshitting him but no you actually felt something for him of course he teased you about it but then told you he felt the same way

Dating you n loving your menace ass

It’s like you were the angel and he was the devil, so many people were confused on how and why and when did you both got together

Every time they asked Kokichi, he’ll just tell them a bunch of lies and would even add stuff that isn’t even relevant to the topic

If they asked you, you would just tell them you loved him in a certain way some people wouldn’t understand. They all lowkey thought he didn’t deserve you if only they knew the truth

Doing pranks together oml, the amount of times you both laid pranks on the others is just humorous and the only person they'll blame is him since you’re a walking sweetheart

If you finally gave in a joined D.I.C.E. no words would be able to describe how happy this man is but would play it off cool

The most people you both pranked were Miu and Kaito, seeing their stupid reactions and how they would run around looking for Kokichi to yell at him was just funny

He does gets sometimes annoyed by you acting all innocent and letting him take the blame on every prank or shenanigans you both did together and would fake pout and acts annoyed while you just brushed it off

He once tried to mimic your actions by acting all sweet and stuff but everyone was either weirded out or just ignored him and he just realized it was pointless since they all already know what he's like

He would sometimes try to pull pranks on you but it's either you already know and completely dodge his prank or he actually got you

it's like a 50/50 for both, but regardless he loved you won't tell you that often but you tease you about it, but you know he does love you and honestly every time he feels like flirting it's just him teasing but hey y'all cute so lol

Hoped you enjoyed - Manji

[hmhas-00]

CH. 3

Hit Me Hard & Soft

word count - 1k

A/N- Don’t forget to like & rb! Chapter 4 coming out on Thursday! I can’t wait to get into ittttt ୨୧⠀

Remy’s POV

The crumpled, yellow paper in my hands taunted me days later. $425 in big, bold, black letters. For parking near a handicap ramp. Near. Even though it wasn’t. It was probably half a car away from mine! Unlocking my laptop, I thought about the dent in my bank account after paying this off.

“Can’t you go to court and try to get them to take it back?” Billie scrolled through TikTok, sprawled out on the couch across from me.

“I didn’t take a picture of my parking. I have no proof.” I sighed, blowing my bangs out of my face.

She locked her phone, placing it on her chest. “I’m sorry, Rem. That sucks.” A sympathetic half smile formed on her face.

“I literally can’t afford this right now.” My hands ran thru my hair and rubbed my eyes dry.

Billie got up and floated over to me, sitting on the floor right next to me and grabbing my laptop from my hands. “Hey…” she murmured. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

I took the laptop back and placed it on the floor in front of me, shutting it gently. “No, no way. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me. I want to!” She grabbed the parking ticket off the coffee table and typed the website into her phone.

“Billie you know how I feel about that. Stop, give it here.”

She looked at me, unable to comprehend why $425 was such a big deal. She could pay everyone’s parking tickets for a year and still have enough to spare. But, I’ve always been so independent and adamant about it. I was proud of my studio apartment in Highland Park, even if it was nothing grand or luxurious. I did that all on my own, with no one’s help, and it felt great. Most of the time.

“You’re so stubborn. Why won’t you accept anyone’s help?” She shook her head.

That was the question, wasn’t it? I always took care of everyone and didn’t exactly know how to let others take care of me. Maybe it was the home I grew up in. Maybe it was the generational trauma. Maybe I was just a stubborn bitch.

I dropped down dramatically and rested my head on her criss-crossed lap. She took my face in her cold hands and looked at me, upside down. “You’re gonna end up a lonely old lady with lots of cats.” She leaned down and touched her nose to mine. “You can’t always be so tough.” She sat back up and played with my hair.

“I’ll put it on my credit card. That’s next month’s problem.” I pretended I wouldn’t stress about it for the next couple of weeks. “Are you excited about tour?” I changed the subject, watching her sit up straight, then lean back on her two hands.

“Ah! Yes, psyched! Just sucks my family can’t come with.” This would be her first time touring without Finneas, since he had his own tour. “Come wiff mee?” She asked in her baby voice.

“You know I can’t. But I’ll go see you whenever I can. I promise.” I assured her, holding out my pinky. She didn’t return the favor. “Heyyy” I forced her to pinky promise with me.

“You don’t love mee.” She teased in that silly voice.

I sat up, walking my laptop over to the kitchen counter. I quickly entered my payment credentials as Billie laid flat on the floor. “I’m gonna order food. What do you want?” She held her phone in the air over her face.

Suddenly a notification popped up on the corner of my Mac screen. My phone buzzed on the floor next to Billie.

Gabriel: So reservation for 2 tonight? 3:07pm

I ignored it, finishing out my parking violation. It buzzed again. I looked to the right top corner.

Gabriel: What was that place you used to like downtown?

Billie sat up with ny phone in her hands. “This better be Gabriel Iglesias.” She unlocked my phone and read through the conversation.

I walked over and tried to rip the phone away. “Bro.”

“Remy, seriously? You’re gonna go out with this douche?”

“No! I’m not!” I continued fighting for my phone, failing as she held her arm stiffly on my forehead.

“That’s not what it seems like! I mean, why are you even entertaining this clown? Are you really going to put yourself through this again?”

“Billie! I’m just being nice! It’s just small talk. It’s not going to go anywhere!”

“You care about what he’s been up to, meanwhile he doesn’t even care about the damage he did! Did he ask you how long it took for you to get over him?”

I opened my mouth, but couldn’t even say anything to that. Just yanked it out of her hand and stood up, deleting the conversation. “There. It’s done. Do you want me to block him too?” I walked away, shoving the phone in my pocket. I knew she was right.

“I’m just trying to protect your heart because you won’t do it yourself.”

“I can take care of myself. I always have.” I snapped, crossing my arms.

“Okay.” She stood up, raising her hands up defensively, then began to get her stuff.

“Don’t leave…” My hands dropped to my sides. I gazed at her softly, apologizing with my eyes. “Why is this such a big deal to you?” I quietly asked.

She had her head low, messing with her glasses. “I’m going to miss the fuck out of you on tour, Remy, and I just don’t want you to be here getting hurt by that asshole again. That’s all.” She said, sincerely. “I don’t like the way that you can’t put people in their place. You let them take advantage of you, and I hate it.”

“Billie, that’s not happening again, okay? I’m not even gonna reply.”

She did everything in her power to put me back together again after hurricane Gabriel, and she just wanted me to be okay. I grabbed her hand and led her back to the couch, pulling her down with me.

“I was just trying to act unbothered, I guess. Wanted him to see I was fine without him…” I shook my head, brushing my hair to the side, feeling stupid.

“Remy, I’m saying this because I love you… He. Doesn’t. Care.” She said it sternly, but lovingly. That really hit hard, mostly because I hate to face it, but especially because it’s true.

“You deserve better.”

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Billie’s POV

“You deserve better.” The words rolled off my tongue, and into the silent room. My eyes trailed off to her neck, following the light freckles scattered under her collar bone. My heart was in my throat, wanting to pour out into a million words. I didn’t know how, though.

I brought my gaze up to her watery eyes, filled with emotion. Then, I felt as though my eyes were burning a hole on her rose colored lips, noticing the corner lines they formed as she tried to give me a subtle smile.

“Yeah, you say that a lot.” She said in almost a whisper. Her voice was breathy and shaky, like she wanted to cry. Wrapping my arm around her, she nuzzled into my shoulder and exhaled.

I just wanted keep her wrapped in my arms, safe from the rest of the world. Was that selfish?

“I mean it.” I choked up. “I don’t want to leave you.” The words escaped my mouth too soon to think about.

“You’ll be fine. You’re going to be great.” She sniffled.

“Will you?” I worried about her.

Not that it was necessary. I mean, she’s the strongest person I know. It’s the way she’s getting thrown around by life right now. Working her ass off for a company that doesn’t even reward her for all the energy and time she puts in, and sending money to her dad… She loved her parents dearly, but she enabled them. They didn’t always make the best choices, and Remy was always fixing their mistakes. Her dad depended on her from time to time, and Remy was always there on time to help. She took care of people. That’s who she was to her core, often not by choice.

God, after all, she’s the one who made Gabriel as successful as he became. Believe it or not, they met at work, while he was a coffee intern for her boss. She put a good word in for Gabe, and her boss gave him the promotion that came with a raise and a way higher position instead of Remy. The asshole never thanked her. He just believed he deserved it, and so did she.

“I’ll be okay. I want you to go and give your fans everything you got, and belt out every note confidently. Know I’ll be cheering you on every night from here.” She patted her couch. “Okay?”

I let the silence fill the air, knowing if I said anything else I might cry. It would be a long tour without my tight-knit support team.

“I’m sorry, I must be so frustrating to deal with. You have so much on your plate and I’m-“ Her voice broke, taking her head off my shoulder, revealing the tears running down her cheeks.

“No, Rem, I’m sorry I went off on you. You’re just everyth-“ I stopped myself, feeling my face hot and my nose runny. I cleared my throat, “You’re my best friend and I want you to have everything you want.”

My stomach flipped inside out as I brought my hands up to wipe her tears, hesitating a bit first. I did my best to clean the mascara off the corners of her eyes, while trying to see out of my own glossy ones.

“Why are we such little bitches right now.” She broke the tension, cry-laughing softly.

I was relieved she still had her sense of humor. Even if she used it to avoid serious conversations sometimes. I joined her sad giggles and she leaned her head back on my shoulder. I sighed, running my fingers through her hair.

We stayed like that for a while, zoning out into the background noise from whatever song played on her pastel yellow Crosley record player. I could stay forever in this cozy, old studio apartment, decorated by way too many plants. I loved that the sage green accent wall in the living room was so thin that you could hear the neighbors’ shared laughter when they had dinner together every night. I loved that Remy could cook in the kitchen and not have to yell across the room at me, sitting on this plush 2-person couch. I loved all of the movie night, writing sessions, and late night laughing-fits protected behind the small, creaky bedroom door. This is the safe place I don’t have to hide from cameras in, or roll up to 10 different security guards at.

“I’ll make us some banana pancakes.” Remy said, interrupting my thought process.

“At 4:30pm? Bet.” I chuckled.

The rest of the evening was exceptional. No more crying, just laughter per usual. We held a mini performance using cooking utensils as microphones, and after eating our pancakes, she laid her head on my lap, napping as I tried to write some new lyrics.

[macabrecabra]

Did art fight and saw so many pokemon OCs...and realized for how much I LOVE pokemon, never had any of my own really...so I made some. Then I wrote a story. Then I built a whole worldsetting.

So enjoy the "End of the Line" pokemon setting that is now born... starting with my favorite trio of ghost pokemon! The Silph bros are known more publicly in connection to the powerful Silph Corporation, but also operate a powerful black market mafia under the table.

More under the tab if you are interested in my character ramblings!

GEN SILPH (Gengar) He is all about image. In the public eye, he is a well liked, always smiling, corporate prodigy and the face of Silph Co. Well respected and always known for handling PR and all the social trappings of an elite status well. Behind closed doors though, he is also running an extensive mafia operation with his fingers on the pulse of Saffron-Lavender City. He may seem nice and upbeat, but when he is ticked, he can show a very cold, very calculative, and very sadistic side as he is not above getting his hands dirty if people are messing up on the perfect persona he controls. Not a pokemon to cross as he will smile and shake your hand while having a gun behind his back. There are very few whom he trusts, as he is known to let his paranoia sometimes get the best of him when it feels like the control he's carefully built into an empire seems threatened even a little bit. Every move is calculated. Every chaos a delicate pull of the strings. Just remember to always trust in Silph Co for your every need!

Design Note: All the Silph bros wear suits because they are classy, but each has a design. For Gen, I was all corporate. Sleek cut, formfitting, Dark colors, and of course, classy tie. The kind of guy without a hair out of place. Also glasses felt fitting for someone that probably has to squint at computers...also makes him look more smart. GHAST SILPH (Ghastly)

The youngest brother of the Silph brothers, Ghast is a bit goofy and doesn't really tend to take things too seriously, but also never one to disappoint his older brothers whom he adores. He really wants to live up to expectations and has since stepped up to being the main leader of the mafia, second only to Gen, but really he just does what Gen says and doesn't ask questions. He really just wants to make his brothers proud, and feels the pressure to live up to Hauts' legacy.

Ghast can come off as dismissive towards others at times, but it comes from his desire to appear just as strong as his brothers when it comes to the dealings of the world. They are super besties with their personal gang of "bad brats" as he calls them, sometimes to the point of trying to step in and keep them out of trouble.

Should be note that Ghast is transgender. What their deadname is, no one knows. They don't much care for being misgendered as there has, and always has been, three Silph brothers, and don't you forget it!

Design Note: I felt that Ghast was the flashy type with bright eyesore suits and sort of a lounge lizard, impractical sort of suit, hence no pockets to be found. The single button suit felt more like going to a party than corporate, which fit Ghast more in my head. Also had to give Ghast unruly hair to mimic the gas around Ghastly.... Ghast's wears a hat to try and control it.

HAUTS SILPH (Haunter) (Alsos one of the main characters of the story!)

There was no doubt that Hauts was how made the Nightshade Mafia a force to be reckoned with. He was smart like his older brother, but also wasn't afraid to be reckless and unrelenting when it came to his goals. He was the muscle that could get any job done, one way or another. Known as a wildcard, laid-back, unpredictable, yet suave, Hauts was a criminal prince and was an important part of keeping the Nightshade Mafia running well....most of the time. His recklessness and disregard for Gen's orders often put him at odds with his brothers.

Hauts felt it more a difference of opinion, but nothing too crazy as at the end of the day, he cared very deeply about his brothers and everything he did would never put everything in danger. Gen didn't see it that way and shot his brother with intent to murder and remove something that was starting to make him paranoid about his control of things.

By all accounts, Hauts should be dead, face blasted open and body dumped in the woods, but he was found by a local pikachu from a nearby village and managed to find his health again. He's hung up his old life though, not interested in revenge, not interested in going back into that world. His guns are hung up to live a peaceful life as a bartender in Veridian Village, at least, until life comes knocking and he might have to pick up his old life again... Design notes: He is very much looking to copy the style of a 1920's ganster, hence the older style to his suit and wears an open jacket to match his more laid-back attitude. Also was one to always make sure you knew he was armed when in company. His hat was fun as it is clear it is blown off and there history and sentiment to it. He's had that torn up hat a long time and is intent on keeping it that way.

[that-one-anxious-mango]

Hi love! I hope you are feeling/doing better! I was just thinking about the Days of Our Love series. Any chance we might get an update soon? I miss it!

Oh, New York. How I Love You. (1)

Summary: Austin's best girl comes to visit him in New York to cherish the time they have together before he leaves to Australia, in what becomes a very eventful two weeks together.

Word count: 8.2k

Warning: LONG POST!

Contents: Lots of fluff. Mentions of childhood trauma. Sexual Content (Oral: Fem receiving, hand job: Male Receiving), emotional situations.

A/N: Hello beautiful humans, it has been a minute. Don't drag me please. I just always take so long because I want to always put out the best content. Would you believe me if I said this went through TWO edits. Geez! But all in all, I hope you enjoy.

PS: Everyone feel free to comment, send more letter, and reblog! Much Love *hugs* Tags: @purejasmine, @wacoshuffle , @flyestvenustrap , @louisejoy86 , @unicoreads, @incorectly

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“ Are you seriously going to take all of that to New York with you? Why don’t you just take one suitcase and then buy some outfits to wear there, ya’ know. “ Phoebe chirped from her spot laid out across your bed while flipping through a HG magazine. 

“ I agree. Buy some cute outfits and surprise him that way. Then you’ll have room to bring back the clothes you buy for you and us.” Alex continued to play a riveting game of tug of war with Magnus on the floor.

Her last comment made a laugh erupt from you in the closet, “ Yeah nice try, buddy. I’m not bringing you heifers anything back but some damn keychains and the lasting scent of the smug and smoggy New York air on me the next time we see each other.” You yelled back. “ And plus it’s gonna be cold outside.” 

Phoebe laughed while Alex scoffed, “ UM! Excuse me ma’am, but as a friend, need I remind your ass that this was a part of the deal. Since you’re abandoning me, The Travel Buddy, to go FORNICATE with Mr. Goldilocks in New York instead of HOME with me for the Winter Wonderland Festival. You promised to bring me back something nice to add to my outfit for the Warner Bros. charity event next month.” She recalled the promise that you did in-fact make to cease her tantrum at the time. 

“ And on top of that, I’m also the one silk pressing your hair for this trip, ma’am. AND taking care of my fur nephew that you’re abandoning as well. Therefore,  I DESERVE SOMETHING.” She added. 

“ This is true.” Phoebe co-signed, continuing to flip through the pages. 

You cut your eyes at her when you entered the room again to walk a pair of shoes over to your bursting suitcase.

“ Yeah. Yeah. I’ll make sure to bring you back something for your pain and suffering. Brat.” You muttered the last part. “ AND fyi his hair is black now.” 

Alex grinned while blowing you an air kiss that you grab and pretend to smush in your hands. 

“ You know you LUHHHHH me, girl.” She teased. “ Now hurry up because I don’t have all night to do this. I don’t know why you didn’t just get braids or some passion twists put in like a normal person going on a trip .” 

“ What’s love got to do with it?” You sassed. In return you were met with a pillow to the side and giggles around the room. “ And don’t rush me! I’m almost done.” 

“ What time is Austin supposed to be coming to get you from the airport? Phoebe questioned. 

“ Noon.” You answered fighting to try and fit a scarf into your luggage. “ My flight leaves at noon and I should be there by evening. I’m not exactly sure when, I just know their three hours ahead. 

“ Okay. Cool, just make sure you let us know when you’re in the car and everything. “ Phoebe noted.

You scoff, “Like yall asses won’t be watching me on 360 anyway. Stalkers.” 

“ Hey! You should be happy that somebody cares enough to stalk your ass. People go missing everyone, B.” Alex mocked the line from Paid in Full. 

“ Yeah. I know. I do the same thing with ya’ll.” You huffed, “ Okay. I think that’s it.” 

“ Good! “ Alex jumped up, “ Now go and grab my hair bag. So we can start on this head, honey. All this dang hair.” She looked at the long blow dried mess on your head. 

“ I know damn well that is not a damn hot comb.” You deadpanned. 

“ Do you want the hair straight or not? We have heat protectant, so relax. Whenever we both get back I’ll come over and we can do a treatment to make sure your curls revert back right. I got this. Now tilt your head down..” 

Phoebe giggled watching the two of you fuss at one another, “ Yeah you better sleep pretty tonight, babes. Head on hands, silk scarf, and turn a fan on so you don’t sweat.”

“ I'm aware.” You sighed, settling into the chair and began to listen to Phoebe as she started her descent into her plans while you would be away.

“ OW! ” You jumped at the sudden sharp burning feeling on your scalp, “ Alex really.”

“ I barely touched you! It’s the steam.” She giggled at the scrunch on your face, “ Hehe. My bad.” 

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The Next Day…

After a couple goodbyes to your fur baby and helping your driver wrestle your large suitcase into the back of the car Austin had sent for you against your wishes, you found yourself tiredly weaving about through LAX. 

You’d already pre-checked everything, so once you went through security and went to make sure your gate existed, you’d found a very overpriced coffee place and ordered a little danish and iced chai to settle the nerves.

It wasn’t until you were in a seat by the terminal happily scrolling away on your phone that you got a text message from Austin. 

Sweet Baboo: can’t wait to see you. enjoy your flight. love you. :3

Once you boarded, the flight had been fine and you’d done exactly what was predicted of you.

You’d read for a good couple of hours and then slept a good chunk of the rest of it. The flight was smooth with no delays.

When the pilot announced your descent, anticipation began to build up in your chest

Quickly you pulled out the mini mirror from your carry on bag and went to fix your minimal makeup and undid the head scarf on your head to reveal the flowy silk press that fell down your shoulders. You combed it out and fixed your little cute airport outfit in preparation to get off.

Seeing as you were in first class, against your wishes also,  you were one of the first to exit the plane. You made it to baggage claim where a nice older gentleman with a sign had begun setting your luggage up for you on a cart and offered to push it down to the terminal.

“ For Miss Y/L/N.” He’d smiled.

“ Yes, I’m her.” You nodded. 

“ Wonderful I’ll be helping you with your luggage. Compliments of a Mr. Sweet Baboo.” He told you with a grin on his face.

You stifled a part of your laugh as the two of you began walking through the airport, “ Did he really ask you to say that? “ 

He nodded, “ Yes, He did. But I don’t mind. One of the more milder things I’ve been asked to say in my time doing this job.” 

“ I can only imagine.” You laughed. 

“ Quite cold outside. But you look bundled up.” The man smiled.

“ Oh yeah. It’s the Sahara in here. I think the breeze will actually help cool me down.” 

The sharp chill of the evening wind swiped at the little exposed patches of your face as you made it to the extremely congested pick up and drop off area. It felt near impossible to try and find which car belonged to your boyfriend in the sea of what felt like a thousand black SUVs littering the street.

It wasn’t until you spotted a familiar head of slicked back raven hair stuck out one window that you recognized your boyfriend as he made his way out the car.

A squeal unintentionally left you and Austin smiled a mile wide as he opened his arms up to you, “ There’s my girl.” He laughed, catching your body that was flung into him. “ Hey there. Mr. Sweet Baboo.” You giggled into his neck, placing a kiss there.

He’d taken his time unlatching you from him until he offered to quickly help the man load the trunk since he’d spotted what he believed to be the shine of a camera in the distance. 

You didn’t have time to breathe once you both were inside and the door shut. The partition was already rolled up and once the car started to move, and so did Austin’s lips against yours. Your body had suddenly felt like it was on fire with a flame that only he could put out. 

Your hands were attached to his face while his own were free to roam the parts of your body he’d missed in his absence. 

A small moan escaped you at the sensation of his hand kneading your thigh under his touch and pulling you further into him to the point of being in his lap now. 

“ Fuck, I missed you, Baby.” He groaned.

“ Not as much as I missed you.” You mumbled in-between kisses, hands feverishly grabbing at anything on his body that would keep him tethered to you. 

He smiled into your lips, “ Is that a challenge? Because believe me, before this car even hits the main streets I can prove that I missed you most.” He whispers, hand sliding to rest just under your abdomen. Your breath hitches and the most indecent thoughts begin to pool around in your brain. 

You giggled feeling his fingers sliding up your cardigan, “ Okay..okay..okay. I believe you.” 

“ I can’t wait to get you home, all to myself.” His words came out muffled, but had all the same effect as you found yourself pacing your breath and clenching your legs together. 

“ You look cold, sweetheart. Let me warm you up.” 

The ride had been agonizingly long with Austin teasing you every chance you got. 

When the two of you arrived at Austin’s brownstone, your eyes couldn’t register just how beautiful it looked from the outside. Almost like something you’d see in movies like Autumn in New York or Maid in Manhattan. 

“ Aus it’s beautiful.” You mumbled out taking in the glistening snow that littered the cement steps beyond the black steel gate.

“ Thank you. Can’t wait to get you inside of it.” He smiled, pecking your lips before getting out.

To your protests, he’d gotten all of your bags himself and took them inside as you huffed and whined, “ I wanna help! It’s my stuff. Aus! It’s too cold for you to be out here doing this by yourself.” 

“ Nope. Just get your cute ass in the house. ” You rolled your eyes at his smug grin.

The minute you stepped inside the foyer of the home Austin had literally swept you off your feet, dipping his face into your neck to administer kisses. 

You laugh and thrash in his arms the entire way to his gorgeous couch, ridding yourselves of your coats. 

“ So, first, “  He plopped down next to you, instantly reaching his arms out to pull your body into his lap. “ Are you hungry? I know you didn’t eat on the plane. And before we do anything else I wanna get you fed if need be.” 

“ No, not really. “ You leaned back against him, “ I think I’m just hyped up on the adrenaline of getting to see you.”

“ Yeah me too.” A finger traced along your neck just where your hair fell past, , “ Damn. Look at your hair. I knew it was long, but I’ve never seen it like this. It’s beautiful.” 

“ Thanks. I wanted something a little more manageable since our itinerary is a bit packed. It’s not big and unruly like usual.” You played with your ends. 

“ Stop it.” He scolded, “  Big? Yes. Unruly? No. I love your hair in its natural state babe. It’s cute. I love watching you take care of it. It reminds me to stay up on my shit.” 

“ Yeah, no 2 in 1 conditioner for you buddy.” You reached to pick at one of his dark locks close to his ear. It was still taking some getting used to. 

“ Hey.” He turned to nip at your hand, “ There wasn’t any 2 in 1 shampoo before you and there damn sure won’t be any now that I’ve been exposed to the good life.”

And a good life it was! You’d exposed Austin to all the skin care, shea butter, oil pulling, essential oils and everything else needed and now mysteriously you had products coming up empty all the time.

“ I know babe I’m just teasing. Excited for this weekend with you.” 

“ So am I. Gonna’ feel good spending time with my girl. Kinda miss my little buddy though. “

“ I know me too.” You pout, “ But I promise you he’s living his best life with his Aunt Alex. He’s already had a pup cup, two treats, and last I knew was taking a nap in her office on a pile of heated blankets.” 

“ You’re going home to a diva, baby.” He smirked, imagining the little dog buried in blankets fast asleep. “ So, back to this itinerary that was mentioned.” 

“ Yes! It goes by day to optimize experiences and time.“ You pronounced proudly, bouncing on the couch.

“ Really? “ 

“ Truly. I wanna make the most of our time together.” You replied. 

“ Okay, do tell. “ His eyebrows raised in amusement, “ What’s on today? “

“ Today’s agenda is light because it’s the first day and I already knew I’d be tired. So the only two major things on the list are having dinner with my Sweet Baboo and unpacking.” 

“ Nice! And we can make all that happen. Let’s take a look at the other days.” 

And you did, together you examined the well planned and thought out itinerary in front of you.

He nodded , “ Looks good. We may have to make a couple of adjustments if that’s okay with you. I have some surprises in store.” 

“ Ouuu! What?! Tell me.” You practically bounced in his lap. 

He smiled, “ If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise then, would it.”

“ Not even a hint.” You whine, slightly puckering your lips, and playfully batting your mascaraed eyelashes. 

“ No. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. But you’re cute though, baby.” He pecked your lips.

You groan, “ Fine! On second thought I am hungry. Feed me seymour.” You goofed trying to imitate the rich voice of Levi Stubbs. 

The lines of his lips curl, “ C’’mon then Audrey II. You can keep me company while I start dinner.” 

And you did just that perched on a chair at the island while the two of you made small talk.

“ That can’t be all.” He softly laughed, “ I haven’t seen you and I wanna really know how my girl is doing? Tell me. I know there's something.”

“ I mean there really isn’t much to tell, baby. I told you. It’s just been work..writing…Magnus..and missing you.”

“ How about that lease? “ Austin said, rolling out the dough in front of you.

Your shoulders tensed, “ What about it?” 

“ You talk to your building manager about whether you're renewing or not this spring, yet? ” He inquired about your plans for your apartment, which was really his not so subtle way of asking if you’d thought anymore about his offer to move in with him after Elvis was estimated to wrap this summer.

Although you and Austin had been together for almost six months at this point, you weren’t exactly sure if you were completely ready for that kind of commitment yet. Granted when the projected time of wrapping would come around the two of you would be coming up on a year, you still had some things holding you back about the whole ordeal.

“ It’s on the to - do - list…” You stretched, “One of the many adult things to eventually be handled.” 

“ Uh huh. I see. “ He mused,” Well like I said before. I wouldn’t mind coming home to you and Magnus every night. And when I’m home you're either always at my place or vice versa. In my eyes it would just make sense.” Austin explained. 

Your hands fidget with the brown place mat in front of you, “ I hear you and I understand, babe. And I promise I’m really taking all of this into heavy consideration. “ You settled. 

“ Good, I can live with that. Now get up, come over here and help me by cutting the sheath on these asparagus.” Austin instructed, while heating up his rosemary and pepper butter mix in his skillet.

Your eyes widened at the opportunity to help, while you could cook you were unashamed to say that you had hard limitations of what you could and couldn’t make. Whereas Austin on the other-hand was practically a chef with the way he could make his assortment of dishes. Which in turn made him the primary cook of the relationship while you were always happy to be captain of the clean up crew. 

“ Oh yay. I get to help.” You hopped up, “ And you're going to let me use a knife! Sick! “ 

Now becoming skeptical, Austin cocked his head rethinking his offer of a sous chef position, “ On second thought maybe you should stick to being my honorary taste tester. Quite good at that job, peaches.” 

“ Nope. I’m helping. “ You rolled up your sleeves, “ Now prepare to see some clean beautifully mutilated asparagus, babe. “ 

“ Jesus.” Austin groaned, placing the steaks in the sizzling pan.

______

Your dinner of sirloin, seared asparagus, garlic and herb mash potatoes, and bread you couldn’t pronounce right was absolutely splendid. 

And now being presented in-front of you was just the dessert to top the night off: A thick and nice slice of strawberry drizzled NY cheesecake.

Favorite of yours.

As you began to indulge in your sweet treat you teased yourself by wondering if there was any way the night could possibly get better. 

Then it hit you…you could knock one of your tomorrow's itenary items off tonight without any worry.

So, yes. It definitely could. 

“ You know what would be really good, right now.” You mused aloud at the island. 

Still turned Austin asked, “ And what would that be, sweetheart? “ He continued loading the dishwasher. 

“ A nice hot relaxing bath. “ 

“ Uh huh.“ He sounded

Grabbing the towel off the stove handle, Austin walked over to the island to lean in. 

“ Okay. “ He simply said, “ Your wish is my command.” 

“ Really? “ You nervously scraped your fork against your plate.

“ Of course. This trip  is all about you. So, if the best girl wants to end the evening with a bath. Then it’s my job to make it happen.” He washed his hands. 

“ Just stay here and finish your dessert. And then come up. Alright? “ He instructed, coming around to stand in front of you, taking your face into his face.

“ Okay. “ You nodded.

He returned the gesture and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead on his way out before heading upstairs. 

You could hear the faint sounds of water running as you struggled to calm your weirdly nervous stomach and finish your dessert. 

By the time you made it up stairs and into the bathroom the lights were dimmed and  the aroma of jasmine bath salts and vanilla bubble bath filled your senses.

You weren’t spooked when you felt him appear behind you. 

“ Let me take this off of you.” His fingers danced along the curves of your side as his hands moved along to lift your shirt over your head. 

You sucked in tiny breaths the rest of the time he took to undress you. Ever so often you’d catch his eyes and smile, turning away to blush.

Once you were as naked as the day you were born, he gently helped you step into the creme claw foot tub.

“ You wanna get in? “ You sheepishly grinned.   “ Plenty of room.” Kicking up your feet over the side to expose the suds and bubbles that dripped down your legs.

Knowing that he’d already restrained himself while helping you undress, Austin wasn’t too sure he’d be able to handle any accidental slips of the hand or touching by any means without immediately yanking you out the bath and into the bedroom for some extremely intentional touching of his own to you.

“ No, I’m okay. This is about you. So, enjoy your bath, babe.” He smiled leaning over to grab at the loofa.

, “ Stop it. You’re fine.” Austin playfully scolded, watching the pout spread on your face.

“ If you want we can both sit on opposite sides. “ You offered just as a lightbulb went off in your brain, “ OH! Or you could lay with your back against my chest and my arms around you like Vivan and Edward in Pretty Woman. I’ve actually always wanted to do that.” You confessed your little fantasy. 

“ Plus. You did say this weekend was about me.” You moved to place your hands on the tub and rest your head on them, “ And what I want right now is for you to come in here with me. Now,“ 

Austin’s cheeks warmed in affection and amusement as he watched a twinkle appear in your eye at the idea of getting to live out another one of your little rom-com fantasies. And how you’d suddenly gotten a bit bold in your request. 

He sat there for a moment contemplating when ultimately he decided who would he be if he couldn’t be the person to fulfill your fantasies and desires. 

He blew out air, “ Fine. I’ll be the Edward to your Vivan, babe. But just know the accidental touching and moving needs to be kept to a minimum. “ You watched as he stood up to pull his shirt above his head and shimmy his pants. “ I mean it. I am a man of virtue after all, honey. A delicate flower you could say. So, I expect to be treated as such.” He teased.

You didn’t have a smart remark to quip back at him because your mind and eyes had both been polluted with the images of him bare before you in all his glory.

Instead you mustered a playful cat call, “ Yeah take it off! Look at those cheeks! “ 

All Austin could do was smile and shake his head as he walked over and maneuvered himself to get in and sink in between your legs. Your arms found a home around his shoulders and your lips made quick work of placing innocent enough kisses to his skin in places you knew may be less…inflammatory than others.

And you could tell by the low and almost soulful groan Austin let out once he was fully  submerged in the calm of the warm water that this was something he needed too. “ Feels good..” He mumbled letting his head back to rest in the valley of your naked breasts. 

“ Good.” You replied, as you too were enjoying the warm intimacy of the atmosphere. 

“ We don’t do this enough at home.” Austin sounded as you used the soft silicone loofah to scrub and wash his chest.

“ What? “

“ Relaxing…soaking like this.” He rubbed at your knee that was exposed out of the water. 

 “ I agree.” 

“ So..” He squeezed the sponge he’d grabbed and dipped into the water on your back, “ You excited for tomorrow? “

You nodded, “ I am. I’ve visited here once on a family trip and another time for a work thing. But I’ve always felt like I’ve never gotten the true experience. And since Aunt Kiki lives here now I’ve been wanting to visit her. But of course she’s away on a work trip this time of year.”

“ Mhmm.” A hum can from Austin as you move your hand lower.

“ Watch yourself.” Austin mumbled, grabbing that hand to interlock it with his. 

And you did, you made it a point to keep your hands clear of the southern equator of your man. That was until you felt him let guard with a sigh and push back into you. 

This was the moment you took your opportunity.

A breath hitched, “ Y/N…what are you doing? I thought I made it very clear the stipulations of this arrangement. “ 

You crane your head down to rest your lips just above the shell of his ear as your hand continues to move toward its desired destination. 

He tensed against you when you went to lightly grip at his now half-hard cock in your hand. You moved it up and down a bit before stopping and using the pad of your thumb to quickly run across his tip.

Involuntarily Austin lets out a small hiss at the sensation, “ Alright, that’s enough of that. “ He hand comes to try and halt yours. But you use your leg to stop him.

Instead you ignored him, keeping your attention focused on guiding your hand to stroke him up and down. The water of the tub has begun to sway from the movement, “ I’m not done.” You whispered in his ear.  “ You said this weekend was about making me feel good.” 

Your tongue darts out to lick and bite at his ear,  “ You wanna know what would make me good? 

“ Yes.” His answer sounded strained against his voice. By now he’d ever so slightly begun to move his hips upward into your hand, beginning to get lost in the sensation of his touch.

“ What would make me good right now is for you to be a good boyfriend and cum all over my hand for me.” You say, mindful to increase the pace of your hand. “ Please can I have it, baby. Will you give it to me? Will you give your cum, baby? “ 

“ Oh fuck.” Austin’s head dives back against your breast and his eyes are tightly shut as his  body begins to become overwhelmed with pleasure. Your words doing something to him, of course he’d heard you be verbal during exchanges, but never like this. “ I’ll give you anything you want.” He groaned. 

“ That good, Aus? “ You used your free hand to come from its place on his chest, to grip at his chin and guide his head to loll to the side. It gives you access to attach your lips to his in what could only be described as a sloppy exchange of love. You swallowed his grunts and groans in your throat while he allowed your soft whimpers to enclose his lips. 

By now the water of the tub began to slosh with bits beginning to fly out of the tub and onto the floor from the impact of Austin’s hips coming to meet the pace of your hand.

He reluctantly forced his mouth away from yours, saliva collected on his cheeks. “ Fuck, just like that. Baby you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing this.” 

“ Yeah? That’s what I want, baby. Give it to me, Aus. Show me how much you missed my touch, baby.” You moaned dipping your head to suck on skin you’d long ago identified on his neck to be his “ sweet spot.”

With that he couldn’t contain himself anymore and you watched as his face contorted into a beautiful display of pleasure and angst,  his eyelashes fluttered as he shot his thick ropes of cum in your hand. You keep stroking him through it until a hand shoots out to stop you. This time it succeeded as you ceased your movement, and watched his chest heave up and down.

Your hand rubs at his shoulder to help ground him and bring him back to you.

After a couple of minutes with a huff he speaks, “ Was this your plan all along? To get me in this position, baby. So you could use me this way, as your play thing?  “ He accuses. 

“ Guilty.” You whispered, thinking about how this all was in-fact a long game in getting him here. You knew had it been in the bedroom or anywhere else he would have undermined your advances and made your own pleasure the main focus as usual. But you figured that if you could essentially “ trap him “ into a smaller more controlled environment where you could take the reins a bit, you could finally have a moment to adore your boyfriend the way he always makes sure to adore you. 

“ What am I gonna do with you?” He groans and you smile, placing a kiss on his head. 

Eventually with no more funny business involved, you both take turns cleaning each other off before he gets out and wraps a towel around his waist. And then comes back for you, plucking your wet body out of the water. 

Routines are done and pajamas are thrown on quickly before he ushers you both to lay in the big king size bed. 

You relish the opportunity to sleep in his arms after so long. It seemed like it’d been a day and forever. When really it’d been about five and a half weeks. 

“ Quite the little show you put on there in the bathroom.” He whispered.

“ What can I say, I missed seeing the faces you make like that in person. All those facetime calls just don’t do those flushed cheeks or sweet strangled moans justice,baby. Needed to see it.” You shot back, and went to lightly play at the dip in his shoulder.

“ I see we’ve grown quite bold in my absence.” He muttered, trailing his eyes to your thigh that peaked out from the slightly raised shirt.

 “ So what about me? When do I get my own personal refresher of your moans and the way your body arches off the bed when I use my fingers to touch your spot? “ 

At his words, you could feel your heartbeat begin to race and the all too familiar aching and yearning you’d been feeling throughout your body return.

“ I don’t know. I haven’t felt like that in a while. I’m not as good as you with my hands, baby. “ You casually say.

“ Well. I don’t particularly plan on using my hands tonight. I’ve got a bit of a different approach since we’re so eager to try out new things. “ He said.

And then he said something that knocked the wind out of your chest.

“ Instead I want you to come and sit that pretty pussy on my face.” 

It would take you many moments and labored breaths of shock before you mustered up your bewildered response, “ You want me to what?! “ 

“ You heard me.” Austin laughed from underneath you. You were straddling his lap while he lay flat on the bed and you were pretty sure that maybe he wasn’t getting enough oxygen down there as it was.

“ Aus. You can’t be serious. I-I’m not a Polly Pocket sized girly, babe. I have a nice amount of meat on these here bones.” You countered, “ I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“ What? You don’t think I can handle you? Is that it? “ His voice purred, fingers dancing up along the curve of your spine. 

“ Of course not! “ You clarified, “ It’s just that…that.” You huffed trying to gather the right words together.  “ I want you to be able to breathe , babe. HOW WILL YOU BREATHE?! “ 

You watched his face turn in amusement at your flustered state, “ Don’t you worry about that, babe. I’m a big boy. I’ll figure it out. And if not…. when they find me you tell them I died happy and stuffed in-between the sweetest place on earth.” He said, immediately you felt your cheeks flush, “ These thighs.”

“ AUS! “ You softly slapped at his chest, “ Be serious.” 

He laughed ,“ I am. They’ll find me with a permanent glistening smile.” 

You groaned trying to shimmy off of him but his hands at your sides stopped you. “ Uh huh. From when good ole’ Rick and Mortis set in.” 

“ I’m not asking again, darling. “ You yelped when he grabbed your thighs and moved you further up his chest, close to your neck, “ Get up here.” 

“ But Aus I- “ You cut yourself off with moan when you felt his hand come to fondle at your breast. 

“ What was that? I’m sorry I may not have caught that.”

“ I-w-well-” 

He had your virgin ass absolutely flustered. 

“ Take em’ off. I want em’ off of you.” He mumbled,scooting you further and tugging at your night shorts. 

Obliging, you somehow managed to rid yourself of your shorts and his shirt. At that moment it took all the courage not to fold right there. 

You leaned forward against the pretty dark wood headboard to grip at its edges in a fair attempt at stabilizing yourself in your squat. 

The plan had been to lower yourself down nice and slow, but leave it to your boyfriend to be an absolutely impatient brat to knock the wind out of you by slamming you down against his face. 

You went to make a remark of protest but soon found that the second his tongue touched you, you’d been left unable to form long coherent sentences. A simple moan of, “ Austin!” Was all that was mustered. 

He groans as he begins to eagerly lap and lick at your drenched pussy. The vibration alone makes you tighten your grip. 

Using his hands he bares down pressing you further into him as you cry out from this new intense feeling. He's calculated with how he uses his tongue to tease the entrance of your opening before gliding it back to suckle at your poor throbbing clit. 

The more and more sucks, the more your juices uncontrollably leak from you, until now the sounds of lewd slurping and your moans come together to echo off the walls. 

“  That feels so good.” You mewl, unable to control how you begin to grind your pussy against his face. 

He lifts up a little bit to mumble, “ Yeah? Am I making this pussy cry with my tongue? She talking to me, honey?” He sends a long lick up your slit making you jump. 

“ Yes! Your tongue is so good, baby. It feels so good.” You cried out. 

You could practically feel him smile into your pussy when he closed the gap, obviously satisfied with desensitizing you this way. 

From there he really started to lay into you, when he laid his tongue completely flat on your clit you couldn’t help the pleas that spilled from your mouth, “ Yes! Yes! Yes! Just like that! Aus, PLEASE.” You began riding his face with more urgency. 

A hand came to smack and grip at your ass to help you with your motion, by now your stomach had begun to build up into that all too familiar knot of delicious agony. 

“ Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! “ You squealed, “ Aus I’m close! I gotta get up.” You tried scrambling off him and out of his grip, out of fear he truly wouldn’t be able to breathe from how hard you were about to flood his face. 

Little did you know that was all the motivation he needed to go harder, using his tongue and mouth to take a grip on your clit that outta to be illegal. He sent a series of smacks to your exposed ass to let you know that you had better not go anywhere. 

Tears sprang in your eyes, “ I-I. It’s too much! “ 

You white knuckled the headboard as your body began to heat up and spark with your impending orgasm. “ Aus I’m about to cum all over your fucking face!” 

“ That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” He moaned out against you. 

Gripping your ass harder he helped grind you faster against his tongue until he felt your body begin convulsing above him, “ I’m fucking cumming! Aus! Yes! Yes! Yes! “ You hissed, feeling the floodgates overtake you. 

After cleaning you up with a couple more licks and slurps, he catches your limp body and gently lowers you to lay next to him. 

Through hazy pleasure ridden eyes you look over to see that previously mentioned glistening smile set across his face as he lays triumphantly next to you!

You feel the bed dip as he disappears into the bathroom and returns with two damp towels: one for you and one for him. 

He goes to really clean you up before hoisting you in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom to pee. 

After everything is said and done, he brings a now sleepy you into his chest, arms creating a warm cage of comfort, “ So, will I be doing that again this weekend?” His hands rub your back. 

You nod and he smiles, “ That good? “ 

Voice cracking you whisper back, “ Could you not tell by the way I left Lake Erie on your face that it was fuckin’ amazing.” 

“ Just checking. “ He laughed, “ Next time we’ll try for the Mississippi, yeah?” 

_____

Next Day

Madison Square Garden 

New York Rangers vs Philadelphia Flyers Game 

“ I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I’ve always wanted to go to one of these.” You squealed looking out at the crisp white ice while you were surrounded by thousands of other people.

Cup of water in hand and popcorn in lap, you’d dressed in thick wool lined jeans , a Flyers jersey, converse, and had your baseball cap to the back in spirit of your first time seeing a Flyers game in person. 

Austin laughed and took a sip of the wine he’d gotten. “ I’m glad we’re enjoying ourselves. I keep forgetting you told me you were a little hockey fan. Would have never guessed.”

You laugh, “ Yeah. When I was little my Aunt dated the guy who did the sound at the games for the Blue Jackets so we always got tickets. She’d go and take us up on the weekends and I can remember just always having the best time. Ever since I’ve become quite fond of hockey. The smell of the wet ice when they redo it, the chill of the arena, the way the glass rattles when the players zip by. I love it.” 

Austin noticed the way you hadn’t taken your eyes off the ice the entire time you were talking about this little passion of yours. A smile passed his face in satisfaction that he’d learned something new about you. For most of the rest of the time he got more pleasure from watching you watch the game then actually paying attention to what was going on himself. 

The way your nose scrunched when a shot was missed, your little squeals when your team regained the puck, and even how you held your own and  weren’t afraid to get back with surrounding audience members who may have said something to you out of the way.

This was hockey after all.

By the time halftime rolled around you were content at watching your favorite little segments. 

Kid of the game, celeb look alike, and your personal favorite: The Kiss Cam. 

The cliche track by Sixpence None The Richer echoed throughout the arena as you watched couples old and young peck each other and giggle for the camera.

It warmed your heart, but what happened next made it drop to your ass and roll onto the ice.

Because suddenly, your face made up in about a million pixels on the big kiss cam screen, there you and your grinning boyfriend were on display for the whole world.

People around you had begun to cheer and you could see Austin’s face was turning a shade of candy apple red. 

“ Aus.” You whispered, half covering our face.  The encouragement and cheering only grew louder and you felt Austin’s hand come to remove yours from your face. “ Hey. C’mon we can’t let everyone else have all the fun.” 

“ Just pretend it’s you and I. Only us. Okay?” He whispered, taking your face into his hands. 

You nodded and took a deep breath closing your eyes with a mixture of excitement and nerves pinging through you as your lips connected with his in a sweet little innocent kiss. 

The whoops and cheers intensified around you and when you pulled away you saw the wide smile Austin had his arm around your waist and you both waved to the camera one last time. 

After you were off Austin wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your head, “ Always wanted to kiss a pretty girl on one of those things. Never thought I’d ever get the guts to do it.  Guess dreams come true.“ He laughed.  

You could still feel your heart pounding in your chest a bit thinking about how you’d replay that moment in your head for who knew how long to come, “ Yeah. They really do, they really do.” 

He placed a kiss on your hand and the both of you returned your attention back to the screen just as an older couple appeared. 

Eventually after some shouting, another small bag of popcorn, and twenty autographs from Austin to some fans later, the game was over, the Flyers beat the Rangers, and the two of you happily walked along to the car. 

“ Home for a nap. “ Austin suggested. 

“ Yes Please.” You yawned, feeling the excitement of the day beginning to catch up with you. 

______

Austin’s Brownstone - 8:23pm 

“ Well, Good Evening sleepy-head.” Austin greeted your groggy figure as you sat up with a pile of blankets sliding from you. 

“ Evening?! “ You yawned while looking around at the dimming sky outside the big bay window in the living room. “ My gosh, babe. How long did you let me sleep? What time is it? Don’t we have reservations? “  

You looked over to the loveseat where Austin had his feet propped up with a book in hand.

“ Woah. “ He held up a hand, “ Slow down. Take a breath.”

“ I let you sleep because you needed to rest, Babe. It’s about eight-twenty five right now and I called and canceled the reservations we had because truth be told I’m a little tired too. “ 

Your bottom lip stuck out and you went to protest but he held up a hand. 

“ So, instead I thought maybe you’d want to order in. Your choice. Thai, Italian, Mexican…”  He threw out the options. Nothing sounds good.

“ Do you know any good sandwich places? “ 

______

Forty five minutes and two wrapped hero sandwiches later…

“ Two-truths and one lie go.” You randomly said, reaching for one of his fries. 

“ Hmm. Alright. Well, I once shared the same production lot with Beyoncé and met her. “ He began, “ Two, I used to come home every single day in elementary school to eat lunch with my mother, and I once played a sad tree in my acting group’s play when I was younger..” 

You threw up your grease ridden hands, “ Automatically I'm gonna assume that the Beyonce thing is unfortunately untrue because I don’t think you would’ve held out on me like that. And I’m almost positive from that picture your sister showed that you were a sad bird in that play. So,I don’t know…maybe the lunch thing. I wouldn’t think an elementary school would let a kid walk home like that? Right? “ 

Austin smiled, “ Well my dear. Unfortunately this one you’d be wrong because all through elementary school I did in fact have a standing lunch appointment with my mother everyday.” He revealed.

“ Really?! And the school just let you go? “ 

He nodded, “ Yeah. We started doing it because of how shy I was. I couldn't really make friends at that age because of it, so sometimes it was hard being in school. Everyone knew everyone in town so the walk home and back was a breeze. We always ate P & J’s and watched cartoons or old westerns.” He recalled the fond memories. “ I know with work and other things at the time I’m sure her doing it wasn’t exactly ideal, but she still always made it work.” 

Your heart swelled for him as you reached out to rub his shoulder.

“ Awe, Austin, that sounds so sweet. She seemed amazing. “ 

“ Yeah, she was.” He sighed, “ She really was.” 

“ Wish I’d had a mom like that.” You sighed, “ I wish I would have had a mom period. “ 

As soon as the words left your mouth and you saw the look on Austin’s face, you instantly felt embarrassed. 

It wasn’t like Austin didn’t know about your situation, it just wasn’t something that you had in-depth discussed before. And you also really weren’t trying to make this seem about you either. It was just a little slip of word vomit.

You backtracked, “ I mean I do have a Mom. Just, it’s rather I just…have no idea where she is. Sorta…” 

Noticing you were about to say more but held yourself back, Austin encouraged you to continue, “ Hey. It’s alright. Tell me.” 

“ Okay well. From what I know, my Aunt said after I turned a year my mother wasn’t really around much. Started going out and hanging around with friends all hours of the night, and she just really didn’t seem that interested in Gracie and me anymore. Even disappeared for days at a time.” 

“ She left my Dad a note one night. On it she explained that she couldn’t imagine another day of being a mother. Specifically she said that it was draining something out of her that she was afraid she’d never get back. That we’d all be better off without her being there, herself included.” 

 “ I was only a year and some change and Gracie was almost five. And Dad did the best he could raising two girls by himself. He didn’t date much or anything really. Just was a devoted GM Plant worker and an even more devoted Dad.” 

“ A couple years later he found out that she’d remarried, moved to a part of Spain, and had more children. So, he made the decision to go to court and officially file for full custody of us. Which she didn’t contest, naturally.” You continued, “ I don’t think he ever really got over it, unfortunately.” 

“ He never talked about her at all.  And when he passed away when I was thirteen from congestive heart failure we went to live with our grandmother in Georgia. Gracie graduated and decided to move to Texas to pursue a career in public service. And after graduation I got a scholarship to Arizona State, so my grandmother moved and then decided to travel the world.” 

“ If you don’t mind me asking, has she ever tried to reach out? “ Austin questioned. 

You nodded, “ Only once. Not to me though.” You clarified.

“  When Gracie got married. Somehow she’d found Gracie’s address and sent a letter. Gracie read it but never responded. And she never told me what the letter said either. Her silent way of still protecting her little sister. I guess.” 

“ Would you have wanted to know what it said? “ 

“ I don't really know. Maybe? Maybe not? “  You answered. “ She wrote it just to Gracie. So, I'm sure there’s a reason for that.” 

“ Being honest….” You started feeling your lip begin to quiver and eyes water at the incoming thought. “ I always wondered if I was the reason she left? Like maybe I was hard to take care of or if carrying me did something negative to her. I-I *sniffle* It doesn’t sound like she wanted to leave when she had Gracie, so why after me? Why didn’t she stay? “ 

Your vision had full on fuzzied out now and your cheeks were slick with tears, turning his head to look at you all Austin could do was feel his heart ache. 

He tried to reach out  but you instinctively moved away trying to cover your face, “ Don’t. It’s fine.” Your voice cracked. 

He frowned, “ No it’s not, babe. You’re upset. My best girl is crying. Nothing is ever fine when my best girl is crying. It’s very far from fine actually.” He fussed moving toward you still. 

“ Hey.” He cooed, while reaching over to gently grab you and pull you onto his body, “ Hey. Shhh. It’s okay. Let it out.” He encouraged, rubbing your back and placing a kiss to your head as small sobs still escaped you. 

A hand went to your head to hold against him as he offered you all of his love and comfort.

After a while you’d began to settle and quiet at the warm feeling of being enveloped in his arms and calmed by his words. He hated that you were feeling this way. In situations like this it truly made Austin appreciate his mother, he couldn’t have imagined ever having any other maternal experience then what he had. He wished everyone could have had that. 

“ Hey, look at me.” He cupped your face and wiped at the tears while you sniffled, “ Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life, sweetheart.” 

“ I’m lucky to have you in my life.” He affirmed while making sure your eye contact never broke, tears forming in his.  “ You hear me? I love you.” 

You nodded, clinging to his shirt, “ I love you too, Austin.” 

He smiled, “ Of course. Snot and all.” He teased making you giggle and shriek away from him. 

He went to lean over and hand you the tissue box he’d snatched.

“ Now, let’s get into bed. How about a shower and a movie? Any movie you want.”

At this declaration you perked, “ Any movie? “ 

Now a bit skeptical, Austin still nodded, “ Any movie.” 

______

“ Okay, I changed my mind. Any movie but this one.” He groaned.

“ Austin.” You mirrored his groan. 

“ Fine.” He mumbled dragging you into his arms as the beginning of Lilo and Stitch played on the screen.

“ You really like this movie, huh? “ Austin chuckled into your headscarf. 

“ It’s my favorite! I was obsessed when I was little. I had a lilo and stitch lunch box, bed set, and all kinds of stuff.” You explained.’

“ And have you ever been to Hawaii? “

“ Nu uh. Haven’t gotten around to it. Maybe one day.” 

“ Uh huh.” Austin yawned.

Maybe one day real soon…

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It’s so nice to see someone writing Mlm stuff for until dawn!! 🙏

Hope this isn’t an odd request but could we possibly get some Hcs about Mike trying to get over internalized homophobia when crushing/dating male!reader?

Mike Munroe crushing on a male reader

Pairings | Michael "Mike" Munroe X male!reader hcs

Game | Until Dawn

A/n | anon, there are no odd requests here! If it's not on my 'I don't write' list, I'll do it ;) anyways any excuse to write mlm is what I'm here for! I hope you enjoy x

-Mr. Michael Munroe the classic all american man who's the class president, good-looking, a ladies' man, charismatic, the list goes on!

-He's always identified as straight, always having girlfriends and female flings never once has he ever looked at a guy in that way

-He's not homophobic. I mean, he's totally cool with gay people, but he wouldn't kiss a guy or crush on one just because that's not what he's into

-Well that's how he felt before he met you.

-Once meeting you, he found himself feeling conflicted, having thoughts and feelings about you that he'd usually have for women.

-Trying to pass this off as admiration because you're a cool dude, he would often tell himself that it was wrong for him to see you that way, that you're just a bro and nothing more, that he just looks up to you.

-At first it wasn't so bad, just the average thoughts of

'Holy shit this guy is so cool'

Which eventually led up to him wondering what it would be like to hold your hand at times

-You could suspect that something was up with him due to the way he'd act around you no matter how hard he tried to keep up this whole "oh I love women I'm a tough guy" act

-If you play any sort of sports with him chances are after you're done with practice he'll come up to you and congratulate you in the..oddest way

'Hell yeah man you looked good on that field..I mean like you played..you..I don't mean that in a..you did good man.'

-In the locker rooms he'd subtly not so subtly eye you as you changed, if you or anyone caught his wondering eye he'd say he was just trying to compare your muscles to his and then start flexing and bragging about how his build is wayy better than yours to throw people off

-See with Mike he wouldn't be totally upfront with his feelings, I mean after he realizes that he likes you he's constantly fighting with himself.

-He's always liked and dated girls. He shouldn't have these feelings for you. I mean, what if people found out he liked a guy.. What if YOU found out? What would people think of him then

-In his mind, people would shun him. He wouldn't be the class president anymore or have that high pedestal he was put on

-He's scared of his feelings, but that's something he'd never ever admit.

-Him? Scared? Pffftt you gotta be joking!

-In all seriousness he'd never be willing to tell you he liked you, too scared of what others would think, too scared of coming to terms that he liked a man

-He'd keep his feelings to himself, going out one night to party and get with a few different girls just to keep his mind off of you but no matter how hard he tried, you didn't leave his mind

-Eventually, one night, he got a little too drunk off his ass and made his way over to your dorm at the ripe time of 4am

-After a few minutes of banging on the door and inaudible drunken mumbles you opened the door, clearly just woken up

-Sober Mike wouldn't do this, he wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for the alcohol giving him courage. Once he laid his eyes on you his lips formed into a smirk as he leaned in the doorway almost slumped down fully

-After a few drunken chuckles and nonsensical mumbling he'd eventually be straightforward.

'Look *hic* look man not in a *hic* weird way, and you have to be totally cool about *hic* this! I fucking like you man like..like how I do women and *hic* I.."

-Mike would start to cry. Cry because he was starting to realize in his drunken state what he was doing. That he was standing at the doorway of your dorm, drunkenly confessing his feelings for you just because he felt a little confidence boost from the alcohol that he chugged down earlier that night

-As you went to console him, you put your hand onto his shoulder. He flinched away from your touch before semi aggressively wiping his face

-In his mind it was like a battlefield with himself. With who he was. With his feelings

-When you offered to let him stay the night..or well actually insisted he stayed, he was hesitant but knew that he would crash at any moment so he let you guide him inside and onto your bed

-It took him a little to get adjusted but once he did he crashed, falling asleep in your bed, snoring heavily as he tangled himself up in your sheets

-It really was a sight, seeing mike wrapped up in your blankets, in your bed, in your dorm. Truth be told you've been crushing on him for a while now, falling in love since you first laid your eyes on him but he didn't entirely seem like he was into you..

-As mike snored loudly as you made your bed on the floor out of some clothes and a thin blanket you had laying around, you didn't mind, honestly!

-As you stayed staring at the ceiling you listened to mike snore, thinking about his words..he liked you huh? You smiled to yourself as you slowly began to fall out of consciousness, eventually falling asleep

-The next morning after you both woke up, he'd thank you for letting him crash in your dorm and ask if he did anything regrettable last night

-Once you took a moment to tell him what he said in the most calm way ever you could tell he was panicking

-He stood up from your bed, his breathing picking up noticeably. shame, fear, and something else you couldn't quite read showed from him

-After trying to apologize in a very poor way, to his surprise you were okay with it, doing your best to calm him as you stood up and walked closer to him

-Not sure of what to do he'd run his hands through his his before shaking his head

'Fuck..listen I was drunk last night. You gotta believe me! Please don't tell anyone about this man I was just wasted and you know how it is when people party like that!'

-After you shrugged it off saying it was okay, he felt sort of..calm..

-He'd awkwardly say he had to go and make his way to the door, you following behind. As he was about to leave he turned on his heel to face you awkwardly putting his fist out for a fist bump as one final 'thanks'

'Thanks again man, I'll uh,, see you at practice, yeah?'

'Yeah. Yeah sure thing mike..hey just know if you ever feel curious or something like that you know where to find me'

-He'd awkwardly chuckle before leaving your dorm and making his way down the hall, the thought of what you said crossed his mind

-He wasn't sure what this meant for him but he wasn't totally opposed to the offer..

[httpino]

hiii everyone! this is my opinion on what college majors each of the konoha 11 + sasuke n the sand siblings have :D + my general college headcanons about them. enjoy!!

p.s. this is a non massacre au so everyone is alive and well

Naruto characters in College

Naruto Uzumaki: Political Science

- he’s obvi into the whole politics thing so it seemed obvious to him to go into polisci

- unfortunate frat brother

- he’s not like the annoying weird ones but he does indulge in a bit of excessive drinking

- even when he’s hokage (think of it as like the president of everything i don’t fucking know) he’ll still do the stupid ass frat greeting if he sees a fellow brother

- barely passing but once he starts studying seriously with sakura, he’s on his grind fr

- he was never stupid, he just has adhd and no idea how to ask for help

- graduates at a decent place n continues on the higher education track (to everyone’s surprise)

Sasuke Uchiha: Business with a concentration in Finance

- he plans on taking over the family business from his older brother since he’s sick and needs to focus on his health

- does not engage in frat business no matter how much naruto begs

- he’s above it all

- he’s less fucked in the head (because his whole family was not senselessly murdered!) so he does like partying n is less antisocial

- non massacre au sasuke is a WHORE idgaf

- will entertain whoever he needs to to get laid

- this is before he starts dating sakura and then he’s like a nun, he does not look in people’s direction at all

- model student, graduates with a ridiculously high gpa

Sakura Haruno: Biology + Chemistry Double Major (pre-med)

- did anyone say overachiever

- she was told she just needed to pick a science if she wanted to do the pre-med track but she said fuck it and chose two

- bordering deranged, the constant homework is getting to her

- very efficient at studying so she’s able to have some semblance of a school-life balance but barely

- she’s spent more nights in the library crying over her homework than she cares to admit

- finds it all easier when she’s with her friends so she, naruto, ino, sasuke, shikamaru, neji, and hinata have a little study circle every night

- model student, legit is the student that her professors tell their students about years after she graduates

- goes on to med school (we love you dr.haruno)

Sai: Art

- obviously

- he’s having a good time here

- once he gets to the point where he’s having to do other art (sculpting for example) he’s losing it a bit

- he’s just a little guy who wants to draw pretty little pictures :(

- the mf who says “ugh i have a drawing due at 11:59” and then promptly gets jumped for having the audacity to complain around sakura

- doesn’t really party, if he does get dragged out, he spends the whole time drawing the scene in front of him

- he has so many drawings of drunk naruto doing stupid shit, he’s compiled it in a little booklet n adds to it

- by the end of college, he has a thick ass book of these drawings (naruto, ino, sakura, and lee being most of the drawings)

- graduates with flying colors (see what i did there) to become ino’s house husband who supports her through med school

Shikamaru Nara: International Relations

- bro did not want to go to college

- literally dragged himself through high school, why would he want to do it all over again but it’s harder???

- anyway he settles on international relations n breezes through it

- his friends wanna strangle him every time he complains about his schoolwork

- sakura’s eye is twitching, tenten is planning his untimely demise, ino is calling him a lazy idiot

- in his defense, he doesn’t really know what’s going on at any given moment

- he does his work on time but that’s only after he has to teach himself everything cause he skips class religiously

- high off his ass the entire four years

- is known around campus, not for his smarts, but because he’s been found sleeping in the oddest places

- there’s an instagram page for sightings of his naps in odd places (that was definitely not started by ino)

- graduates with decent grades and gets a job in the hokage’s office with the power of nepotism and his brain

Choji Akimichi: Culinary Arts

- he’s having a grand time really

- he’s a phenomenal cook and he already knows all the cooking techniques since his dad owns the highest rated restaurant in the country

- literally has never complained about anything a day in his life

- his to go meals are the only thing keeping his friends alive, they all have the diet of a college student which is water, tears, and a side of ramen

- always has excess food left from class so he goes around campus delivering it to the different food banks

- random people know about choji akimichi’s legendary hangover meal

- graduates with flying colors and goes on to take over his father’s restaurant and open one of his own!

Ino Yamanaka: Psychology (pre-med)

- annoying psych major who psychoanalyzes her friends

- drunk off her ass and she’s asking kiba if his attachment to his dogs comes from trying to make up for his terrible relationship with his mother

- is literally always out, no one has no idea how considering all the other psych students are fighting for their lives

- when she meets sai, she’s excited as fuck, she loves a fine ass man with a brain she can pick apart

- a little crazy

- graduates top of her major but it’s a mystery how she did such a thing 

Kiba Inuzuka: Vet science

- picked this because his dog got sick once n he was like bro what the fuck i need to never let this happen again

- actually a really good student contrary to popular belief! (hinata asked him to study with her one time n then it became a routine)

- who said FRAT BOY KIBA!!! (it’s me, i said frat boy kiba)

- chronic day drinker (bro needs to attend a.a meetings)

- gets an internship in the local vet office and he has deep beef with all the cats there

- he thinks they’re evil but the cats just smell dog on him n they do not fuck with it

- graduates at a decent place n goes to vet school (idk how that works, just pretend i do)

Shino Aburame: Entomology

- DUH!!

- bro might as well be a professor, he’s so good with the whole thing

- which is why he becomes a TA by the end of his first year (unheard of btw)

- out of everyone, he’s having the easiest time

- literally goes to class, does his little science classes, studies his little bugs, then comes home to his apartment n thinks about bugs

- he’s attended every seminar about environment so he can pipe up n say that preserving the bugs in each ecosystem could help

- graduates n goes on to get an offer to teach entomology at konoha university

Hinata Hyuga: Communication

- she has no idea what she wants to do

- this was mainly a placeholder till she figured something out

- the required public speaking course nearly took something out of her

- but after all her friends gathered to listen to her speech n cheer her on, she felt so much confidence that she got an amazing grade

- this led to her sticking with comm!

- she picks a focus on media so she ends up working at the tv station (behind the scenes, she’s not a in front of the camera type of girl)

- does great n has study circles with her friends :D

- doesn’t party, doesn’t drink, doesn’t do much of anything but she’ll go out to make sure kiba doesn’t get into a bar fight or something

Neji Hyuga: Physics

- not so sure about this one but idkkk something in my heart says he’s a physics major

- he’s not sure what he wants to do with it but it makes him sound smart when his dad brags to the other parents

- extremely paranoid about missing assignments so he does everything the moment he gets it

- has never been relaxed ever

- time management king

- he got pulled into a study circle and though he’ll NEVER admit it, it’s helped him a lot

- graduates in three years instead of four and goes on to grad school (he’s trying to avoid finding a job)

Rock Lee: Sports science

- DUH!!

- he wants to help injured athletes so why not study how a healthy body is supposed to work while exercising?

- he gets an internship with guy, who’s the athletic trainer of konoha university n he’s everyone’s favorite

- had learned not to complain about his workload around tenten (she broke down and started bawling over her homework and he freaked out)

- graduates with a good gpa and then gets a job with the athletic trainers office

Tenten: Business with a concentration in Entrepreneurship + Engineering Double Major

- this determined ass mf

- she’s been dreaming of creating a weapon that will allow for easy usage while also being tailored to the needs of the user

- so she decides on the business major part to create a business out of it and engineering so she can figure out how to do it herself

- she’s fighting for her life the entire four years of college

- turns down so many parties and invites because her homework is literally a stack the size of her

Kankuro: Political Science + Art History Double Major

- he wanted badly to do art history alone

- but he decides that maybe he does want to be employed in the future

- so he picks up political science as a side thing

- he cheats off gaara so he doesn’t have to focus too much on the polisci portion of his degree

- exchange student (obvi) n he’s indulging in konoha culture

- which is just getting black out drunk on a wednesday evening!

- finishes out college as a decent student, not exceptional but also he’s not terrible

Gaara: Political Science

- literally decides he’s gonna become the kazekage and picks up polisci immediately

- like his siblings he’s an exchange student

- literally doesn’t do any “stereotypical” college things

- doesn’t drink a drop of alcohol, doesn’t dabble in drugs, his most wild weekend is him indulging in TWO red bulls instead of one

- which is why no one is surprised when he graduates top of his class n immediately gets a job in the kazekage’s office where he works his way up

Temari: Meteorology

- just walk with me here

- exchange student from suna

- always found interest in weather patterns considering she lived in a place with such predictable patterns

- like day after day it was all sun, no rain until one random day, there was an absolute downpour before everything went back to normal

- she absolutely went WILDDDD she needed to know what had happened to cause such a thing

- she has no interest in smiling in front of the camera n giving the forecast, she wants to just study what the fuck goes on with the weather

- has a decent workload but she really doesn’t mind it, it gives her an excuse to avoid ino’s constant invites to go out

- one time, she went out n got hammered n slept with shikamaru n then she literally never did that again

- it worked cause she started dating him soon after but still… you can never be too safe

- graduates with a perfect gpa n goes on to become the best meteorologist in the world

[this-lovely-universe]

The M Saga: This Story starts at 3am

M was slowly losing it.

It was never easy trying to work through your trauma, we all know this, but it was especially hard when you couldn’t even open up to people about.

She was so familar with the way her chest would tighten, and the feeling of her heart racing in her chest. It was never less frighten, no matter how often it happened. In reality, it made it more terrifying cause she was on her own.

Sure, she could get help to calm down but she couldn’t tell anyone what triggered her. Everytime she tried, my vocal cord was stop working.

She kept getting triggered again and again, without anyway of being able to stop it from happening. She couldn’t couldn’t work through it, she couldn’t tell anyone about it.

She felt hopeless.

These moments were what cause her mind to wander to the same dark places it did when she was stuck in that rancid place.

She wanted to get better, she really did, but how could she?

Unless some magically being came and rid her of this curse or whatever had cause this, she was stuck. And it was horrifying.

She was laid on the Hermes cabin floor, wrapped in her sleeping bag.

She couldn’t sleep. Not unusual at all. She had the world’s least ideal sleeping schedule.

Her mind was always too busy to sleep. Having a million thoughts at once, going over the day, planning for tomorrow, going to older memories, good and bad alike.

It wasn’t fun, in the slightest, but she had gotten used to it by now.

She stared into space, thinking about how exactly the universe never ended. Seriously? How can something not have an end? Is it like a circle? Would you just loop around or something?

She was rudely interrupted by her thoughts, with a bright light hovering above her head.

“Jesus…” She muttered, shielding her eyes from the blinding orb.

Groans filled the cabin.

“I thought you said lights out, Travis…”

“Bro, turn that shit off, I’m trying to sleep….”

“I just fell asleep, man…”

“Why isn’t going away…”

“Cause someone just got claimed, you dipshit-”

M shot up, the orb following her. Well, looks like it was time.

She glanced up, to see a full moon hovering above her head.

She felt like crying, maybe even throwing up.

The very thing that cause her the most physical pain in her daily life, the thing that completely uprooted her life and controlled her like a puppet, was her mother’s domain.

“You’ve got be kidding me.” She deadpanned.

“Oh, shit.”

“Selene?”

“Yeah, Artemis doesn’t exactly have kids.”

“Good point. That would be a true plot twist, now.”

“Why are you treating this like a fanfiction?”

“I mean-”

More kids continued to wake up.

“Turn it off…”

“I would if I could.” She snapped.

“Jeez, what’s your problem?”

She resisited the snippy comment on the tip of her tounge. “Sorry.”

The moon started to fade, the room becoming submerged in darkness once more.

“Finally…”

M just defeated sighed, laying down again. This felt like a cruel joke.

But it wasn’t. It was just her life, shitshow and all.

YOOOO WE HAVE ANOTHER ARCH STARTING

we're ignoring that's it's lowkey bad writing, I started it whilst in a writer's block

also I hope you like lesbian angst cause there's gonna be a lot here on out

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[metaladam]

Adam walked out of the brothel room with Bee, out of breath, his neck covered in hickeys. Breathing heavily he'd put his helmit on and made his way to the microphone, lifting it up and causing a loud feedback blare to echo across the ball room.

" Oh shit, that sucked, here let me figure this out. *panting* give me uh *panting* like 30 seconds. Oh boy....*panting* whoooof."

He'd spend the next several seconds gulping down multiple bottles of water, the sound of it going right into the microphone. After panting a bit more he'd begin once again.

" Sorry about that. I just had a good lay, bro. I tell you what, I used to hate furries, I'd call um the scum of the earth, some real degenerate losers and shit. But man, after shoving my cock into Bee's sizzling wolf pussy for an hour I think I am about to take it all back. Seriously, there was steam coming out of that thing."

He'd take another long break to drink a few more bottles of water.

" Anyway, looks like everyone's having fun! Lucifer! ( @themosthatedbeingg) Hey bitch! Looks like some big wigs have been hanging around our girl ( @infernal-feminae!) I bet she'll be layin' some pipe real soon! All good though brother, we can gossip about her together! I'll tell you about my heartache, you can tell me what the inside of Lilith's asshole feels like! I know she let you, brother, just the look and smell of your kid ( @chasingrainbcws ) tell's me she's an ass baby!

Anyway Lucifer is not alone though! We got God's little vice regent right here! Michael! ( @cast-you-dxwn) and his smokin' hot date he can't keep his hands off of ( @deifuriae)! Man oh man are those two in love! I gotta tell you Michael! With how much you are obsessed with her its shocking as fuck none of her kids are yours!

But yeah, the ball has been pretty cool so far! I got laid! Satan is probably gonna get laid and traumatize one or two people, if he does not get into a fist fight with Mikey the cuck over there! But there are some bigger things going on then just this ball! We all know Hells has its problems! You know what problems they won't have in a decade? The elderly and the disabled! CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

He'd shout and wait for what he thought would be a huge bout of laughter. When he heard only silence he just did it again. Jumping in the air this time and throwing his hand in the air as a signal.

" CAUSE WE ARE JUST GONNA KILL UM!"

Nothing, just random crickets somewhere.

" Fuck, tough crowed. Anyway though Hell is not the only place that's fucked up! Come 2025 us angels are gonna play more active role on Earth! What is the number one problem for humans? War and poverty! STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! You know how we are gonna stop it babes? What do humans fight over? FOOD! Who handles food? FARMERS! Where is most of the land on Earth?"

He'd wait for a moment for someone to speak up, when no one did he'd answer his own question.

" UNDER WATER BITCH! That's right we are gonna teach humans to perform agriculture under the ocean! YOU EVER HAVE A SEA BEAN, SOME SEA SQUASH, SEA PUMPKINS, SOME MOTHER FUCKING SEA SALAD YOU FUCKING CUNTS?! WELL ITS COMIN! ITS COMIN NEXT YEAR JUST LIKE I DID A FEW MINUTES AGO!

Of course we all know food is not the only problems humans have, what with social media and all the shit going on that people like Vox have brought down to Hell with um! its getting bad bro, they are sexualizing chicks, and its getting to the point where even I have a problem with it!

But yeah! We are looking at some exciting new times in Heaven, we got a new milking industry going on! Angels like milk, I like milk! I like titty milk, and that's what we are gonna harness! I am talking getting the hottest babes and milking them bro, selling that shit out on the market! Angel titty milk coming this year! No one steal my idea! I fucking thought of it first!

I'm a big thinker everyone! I am an artist! A big brained philosopher! but you don't need to be a big brained and big dicked chad like me to get shit done! Pat yourself on the backs kids, you are the future!"

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*drops the mic*

@qveenofgluttony

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

UNO Reverse Kidnapping

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser, Kamek, Bowser Jr, Polterpup Relationships: Pre-Bowser/Mario/Peach/Luigi, minor Mario/Peach Tags: Humor, Bowser has a crisis(tm)

Summary: The traditional courting rituals of Bowser's Kingdom weren't really known by those who didn't hail from within its borders. What even fewer knew was that the whole kidnapping thing King Bowser did was based on one of the last vestiges of said rituals, pulled forward by circumstance, convenience, and because some people are more of a romantic at heart than what they'd have you believe.

Understandably unaware of all this, Mario lays in the grass outside his home and wonders about the feasibility of kidnapping Bowser, for a change.

It turns out it’s more feasible than Luigi insists it is.

Word Count: 3,957 words

[AO3 Link]

~~~

White, puffy clouds floated above Mario as he lay splayed out on his back on his and Luigi’s front lawn. Nearby, Luigi leaned against the railing of their front porch, sipping the last of his lemonade and watching his brother bask in the warm summer sun. The two of them savored this moment of peace, a type of moment that had been proving to be more and more difficult to find these days, thanks to a certain archnemesis of Mario’s.

“Seriously,” Luigi complained, swirling the ice in his glass around and around, “the month’s not even half over and he’s already made a grab for her three times! What's going on in that big head of his?”

Mario shrugged, rolling over to face Luigi. In the years of this song and dance, Bowser’s attempted kidnappings had never been this frequent, to even trod upon the unspoken rules of courtesy said song and dance possessed. And while Peach was convinced it was a jealousy-fueled tantrum triggered by her newfound romantic unavailability due to her officially entering a relationship with Mario, Mario wasn't so sure. The kidnapping attempts lacked a focus, beyond the expected side effect of the shrinking gap between failure and reattempt. In its place sat something else. Something frustrated, even with temporary successes. Something desperate, behind his usual bravado. Something confused, even as Mario trounced him as usual. Mario...couldn't quite name it.

“Well, whatever’s going on, Bowser needs to sort it out himself. He can't keep wasting Peach’s time like this.” Luigi crunched on an ice cube. “Bet he wouldn't like it if he was kidnapped so much,” he grumbled.

Mario huffed. Luigi refilled his drink. When he looked up again, Mario had his chin propped in a hand, a faraway look of thought on his face.

Luigi’s brow furrowed. “What’re you thinking about...?” he asked warily.

The smirk Mario wore when he came back to himself was conspiratorial. He gestured at Luigi.

“...Peach being behind on work?” Luigi guessed. Mario shook his head, still smirking.

“...Bowser getting kidnapped?”

Mario nodded rapidly.

“Huh? What about that would...” The gears in Luigi’s head turned. All at once, Mario’s meaning hit him, and he gaped at his brother, mouth opening and closing uselessly. “We can't kidnap Bowser!” he finally burst out, and Mario fell into a fit of laughter.

“I —! That was just —!” Luigi sputtered, waving his arms. “I wasn't serious!” he exclaimed. “How would we even do that?! It’s Bowser! It’s impossible! We’re not trying it,” he declared, seeing Mario gear up to explain.

Mario drooped in disappointment.

“We’re not!”

Before Mario could attempt to explain his idea a second time, someone called Mario’s name. It was a Toad, running up the path.

“Mario,” he panted, “Mario...he...the Princess...” With one last gasp, the Toad collapsed. Mario rushed forward to tend to him.

“Speak of the devil.” Luigi sighed. “Yo, bro, where’d you put your adventuring pack? Wait, never mind, I remember seeing it somewhere...”

By the time Luigi found Mario’s bag and stuffed a few extra Mushrooms and Syrups into it, Mario had carried the Toad into the house and laid him on the couch. Luigi held out the bag to Mario. “I’ll sit this one out, I think,” he said when Mario’s gaze turned questioning. “I’m still sore from the last rescue. And it’ll spare me from listening to any more of your crazy ideas.”

Mario snorted. With a wave, he was gone, leaving Luigi with the messenger Toad.

Luigi reached over and flicked on a table fan, positioning it to blow air over the Toad. “...do you want some lemonade?” he asked. He got a mumbled, “yes, please,” in response. Luigi patted the crown of the Toad’s head as he went to the kitchen to pour some for him to drink.

---

The next day found Luigi following Toadsworth through the winding hallways of Peach’s Castle. They stopped at a door that Toadsworth opened for him; after a few stern words about behaving, Toadsworth left him be. As soon as Toadsworth turned the corner out of sight, Luigi relaxed from the tense posture he’d been holding the whole time. Man, Toadsworth could be intimidating.

The sound of Peach’s laughter reached his ears, and Luigi raised his head to see her and Mario sitting around a big circular table in the center of the room, framed by large papers and maps across the walls.

“He’s not that intimidating,” Peach giggled.

“Easy for you to say,” Luigi replied. “You grew up with him! And don't you start, either,” he continued at Mario’s matching chuckling. “If you don't think he’s intimidating, then what’s with all the sneaking about you two have to do whenever you guys wanna do anything more than hold hands?”

Neither Mario nor Peach answered him, but their sheepish smiles said enough.

Luigi treaded further into the room, noticing the little tea set perched on top of the table. “This is a weird place for tea,” he remarked.

Peach hummed, pouring him a cup. Luigi sat down with it, and Peach took a long sip of her own. She placed her cup back down onto its saucer.

“...so Mario was telling me about a fascinating little idea he’d had recently —”

“Mario!” Luigi whirled around to glare at him. “I told you we can't do that!”

“Sure we can,” Peach chirped.

“But it’s Bowser!”

“I know! But I have some ideas!”

Peach stood and practically danced over to the far wall, on which she put a hand and spun it, revealing a chalkboard with some impressive-looking flowcharts that she then proceeded to explain. To her credit, she did have some ideas. And they seemed...almost plausible. Scarily plausible, Luigi had to admit. She and Mario had evidently put a lot of thought into this crazy idea.

“Okay,” Luigi said when Peach finished. “So...even if” — Mario and Peach grinned at him — “if this is a thing we do, then...where are we supposed to put him? We can't bring him here. The Toads will flip!”

Mario and Peach kept grinning at him.

“...why are you looking at me like that?”

---

Bowser woke up slowly.

He lay there, wherever he was, listening. To the sound of his own breathing, to the thudding drumbeat of his heart; to the droning hum in the air, to the shuffling of footsteps and the creaking of wood beyond it. He took a deep breath, smelling a mustiness in the air, along with the faintest hint of perfume.

It was that last detail that made him open his eyes. He was met with bars of glowing energy in front of him, which was totally different from what he last remembered seeing. Light that surrounded him, he noticed as he sat up and looked around, as a dome with barely enough room inside to stretch both his arms out, and when he stood his horns barely sat under the roof of it. Through the light, he could see a rug, a couch, a table, a TV. Some sort of basement den, it seemed. Hardly the sort of place you’d expect the King of the Koopas to be held after being captured. Despite the circumstances, Bowser couldn't help but be indignant about the treatment.

But before he could voice his displeasure, he heard a gasp. He knew that gasp.

“Peaches!” She was standing in the corner of the room near the stairs, looking at him wide-eyed. “Where the heck are we?” Bowser asked, urgency in his voice. “Did they get you, too?”

Peach brightened. She turned and called up the stairs — “He’s awake!” — and moved aside just as Mario jumped down. He looked completely at ease, despite the circumstances. Soon after, Luigi came down at a more sedate yet anxious pace.

Bowser looked at them all. “...They didn't get all of you, did they? Or are you supposed to be my rescue party — not that I need one, obviously.”

“I wouldn't be too sure,” Peach said.

Bowser smirked. “We’ll see about that!”

Bowser gripped the bars of energy as if to bend them to breaking. His hands barely closed around them before a shock of electricity raced up his arms, painful and sudden enough for him to let go with a curse. He tried again to the same result, and when he pushed past the pain to try and actually bend the bars they didn't budge an inch.

The longer Bowser tried to escape, the tenser the line across Luigi’s shoulders became. And when Bowser finally privately admitted defeat, Luigi slumped into a nearby chair, hand pressed to his heart; Mario patted his shoulder, trying and mostly failing to keep amusement off his face as his brother sighed in...relief?

“What are you laughing for?” Bowser snapped, sparks all but spitting from his mouth. “Are you gonna get me out of here or not?”

“Not,” Peach said, and —

“Whaddaya, ‘not’?” Bowser roared, lunging at her. The bars of the cage flared as he slammed into them, and he recoiled with a shout. “Quit playing around!” he yelled as Mario and Luigi tensed protectively around Peach. “Is this your idea of a joke? You’re gonna need my help if whoever’s captured us — “

“We captured you,” Peach interrupted him.

“You —” The wind flew completely out of Bowser’s sails. “What?”

“Well, actually,” Peach amended, “we kidnapped you, I should say.” She sounded quite proud.

Bowser narrowed his eyes. He examined Peach, Mario, and Luigi in turn, for signs of any of them being possessed or something. Finding none, he laughed. “No you didn't!”

“Yes, we did!”

Bowser, without thinking, reached for the bars to break out. He was shocked back to reality in short order. He blinked.

“Ta-da!” Peach sang as Bowser stood nothing short of baffled. “It was mainly Mario’s idea,” she continued, and Mario waved.

“Wait, hold on, but the rest of the plan was your brain,” Luigi chimed in. “And my house,” he muttered.

“And the cage you rigged up,” Peach added, with a grateful smile. “So!” She clapped her hands and turned to Bowser, beaming. “How does it feel to be the one kidnapped out of nowhere for a change?”

Bowser stared at them. And stared at them. And stared at them. His face was borderline unreadable. He didn't quite look upset. Closer to ‘incredibly thrown off’, maybe. Either way, the silence stretched on, and under its weight the smirk slid off Peach’s face. She and the Marios exchanged unsure glances.

“I mean...” Peach bit her lip. “It was just...i-if this is actually upsetting, then maybe we can...let you out...?”

“Are you kidding?!” Bowser shouted, startling them all. “You can't just change your mind!” Despite the intensity of his words, he couldn't seem to look any of them in the eye as he spoke. “You managed to kidnap me, so stick to it!”

“R-right!” Peach said, standing tall. Bowser huffed, face bright red. Behind Peach’s back, Mario held out a hand for a high-five. Peach and Luigi (not so) discreetly accepted it.

“...so what do we do now?” Luigi asked.

“Uh...”

“Oh my god.” Bowser slapped a hand to his face. “Did you seriously not think this far?”

“Honestly, I’m surprised it all worked,” Luigi said.

“I’m surprised Mario could carry Bowser for that long.” Peach and Luigi looked at Mario consideringly. “Well, maybe not.”

Bowser stared at Mario, too. Mario flexed a bicep and winked at him. Bowser scowled, face somehow turning redder.

After a few moments of thinking, Mario circled around to the nearby desk. He rooted around in its drawers and unearthed a bundle of stationery, waving it around.

“Oh, of course!” Peach grabbed for the paper. “We should address it to...Bowser Junior, right?” The question was aimed at Bowser; Bowser pointedly turned away. Peach grinned. “Oh, and we should include Kamek, too!”

---

The letter was sent soon after. Though its sending had been delayed, because they had wanted to include with it a package of cookies Peach and Luigi had apparently been baking while they had waited for Bowser to wake. Bowser only knew about this because sometime after they’d left to send the letter, Mario had returned with a plate of them to give to him.

Eating the cookies did little to lighten the dark look on Bowser’s face; while he would never refuse something Peach had personally baked, the fact that one of the Marios had helped her do so wasn't bothering him as much as it was supposed to. And said Mario was currently fiddling with the cage’s control panel, way out of reach of Bowser. Under Bowser’s glower Luigi shifted nervously, and as he worked he kept glancing back at Mario, who was lounging on the couch, for emotional support. Until after one such glance, when he took a deep breath and met Bowser’s glare with a glare of his own. Their staring contest felt like it lasted forever. In the end, Bowser...looked away first.

“...So,” Bowser said, to distract from the fact that he just got out-glared by the resident coward. “There’s no way you guys are doing this alone, right? This is the sort of thing minions are good for, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Luigi replied. “I got us some help, don't worry.”

“Who, the Toads?” Bowser rolled his eyes. “Those weaklings? My son deserves a challenge, you know.”

“N-no, it’s —”

As he spoke, Luigi’s eyes caught on something behind Bowser. He blanched immediately. Standing next to Bowser’s plate of cookies was a...dog, whose seemingly sudden appearance startled Bowser into stumbling when he noticed it. It barked at him cheerfully, wagging its tail.

“Oh no, doggy,” Luigi said, both alarmed and exasperated, “you’re not supposed to be in there...!”

The dog whined at Luigi’s words. It barked again, and then it snatched the last cookie from Bowser’s plate. Bowser dove to get it back with an inarticulate yell, but the dog had phased through the floor by the time he got there, so he crashed into the empty space.

The dog popped up next to Luigi, having eaten its stolen prize, uncaring of Bowser’s ire. Luigi knelt to talk to it, but before he could open his mouth the dog jumped onto him, licking his face. Despite himself, Luigi sputtered and laughed. The sound of it bounced around Bowser’s head enough that he completely missed what Luigi said next, and by the time he shook it away Luigi was watching him in concern, and the dog had curled up next to Mario.

Bowser scrambled for something to fill the silence that wasn't him being flustered about Luigi or whining about his cookies being gone. “...I want a cake,” Bowser said, in a way that fell towards the latter.

Luigi pursed his lips. “I’ll see what I can do, I think.” The earnestness of it had Bowser grinding his teeth.

Luigi turned to check the time on the clock. “Hey, doggy,” he called. The dog perked its head up. “The bambino’s gonna get here sooner than you think, you know.” Luigi held out a key. The dog leapt up and bounded over to take it. “Make sure they get here safe, okey-dokey? And keep the other ghosts in line for me?”

The dog’s answering bark was muffled, but nonetheless enthusiastic. Key in mouth, it turned and leaped to and through the wall.

“...there are ghosts here?”

“Yeah,” Luigi said. “It was kind of last minute, but they were happy to help out!”

“I thought you were afraid of ghosts, though. That’s like your whole thing.”

Luigi shrugged, though he looked disgruntled about Bowser’s judgment of him. “Well, some of them are friendly, and the others are...”

Behind him, Mario pointed to the ‘no-Boos-allowed’ sign hanging by the stairs.

“Well, they’re not allowed in certain rooms! So it’s fine!”

“‘Not allowed’?” Bowser crossed his arms. “Since when did the Boos listen to you? Wouldn't King Boo have something to say about that?”

“Not anymore,” Luigi said darkly. Something stuttered in Bowser’s chest.

...But now that Luigi’d mentioned it, he did remember the Boos chattering under their breaths about something a while back. Kamek had mentioned something about reconsidering alliances around that time, too. But it had all blown over relatively quickly, so he hadn't paid it any mind. Until now.

But wait — “I had an alliance with that guy!” Bowser complained. “The hell am I supposed to do now? I don't wanna make an alliance with you.”

Luigi evidently hadn’t thought about that, either, given the pinpricks his eyes shrank to. “Uh — no, it’s fine,” he stammered. “They like hanging around your castle anyway, ‘S long as they’re not causing too much trouble...?”

“...hmph.”

“A-anyway! I told them all to go easy on Junior so he shouldn’t get hurt too badly. And we’ll go easy on him too, when it’s our turn to fight him.”

Mario snorted, hopping off the couch and sauntering over under Luigi and Bowser’s surprised stares.

Bowser wasn't sure how to interpret that, except — “What do you mean you won't go easy on him?”

Mario waved a hand in dismissal, which didn't answer Bowser’s question. Neither did the cocky smirk on his face, which only served to sour Bowser’s mood.

Luckily, Mario had walked within arm’s reach, so Bowser’s impulse to reach out through the bars and grab Mario by the lapels with a hand was rewarded quite well. Luigi yelped as Mario crashed into the cage feet-first. “What do you mean?” Bowser repeated in a growl. Mario laughed at him, bracing against the bars. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and that was when Bowser realized Mario was teasing him. Which only served to make Bowser angrier, of course, and he strengthened his attempts to pull Mario in to be electrocuted. “You —!”

“Hello, boys.”

Everyone froze. Peach stood on the stairs, watching them with a raised brow. “What are you doing?”

“...Bowser wanted cake...?”

The look Peach sent Bowser was flat. Bowser grumbled, and let Mario go.

Peach walked over to Mario. “This feels atypical,” she wryly said to him, “but something tells me you’re the one that’s causing trouble, this time.”

Mario hummed. Peach’s face settled on amused as she touched a hand to his shoulder. They both ignored Bowser glaring daggers at the point of contact.

“I’m not sure there’s enough time to bake a cake before Bowser’s cavalry arrives,” Peach thought aloud. “But I guess we’ll see,” she said bemusedly when Mario nudged her. “As long as the both of you behave.”

Bowser scoffed. Mario grinned.

Mario took Peach’s hand in his, and they both went upstairs. Bowser’s eyes stayed on them even after they’d disappeared from the top of the staircase. Luigi noticed this, but before he could finish considering saying something about it Bowser snapped his head towards him, teeth bared in a snarl. Luigi yelped, and rushed up the stairs out of Bowser’s sight.

Alone in the basement aside from the low humming of his cage, Bowser sat heavily. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Beneath his eyelids, Mario smirked at him. Bowser put his head in his hands and groaned.

---

For the past few hours, Bowser had been bored out of his mind. Honestly, at least he let Peach wander around a room or a hallway on occasion.

Sure, they’d left him the TV remote, and there’d been a decent Toad Force V programming block earlier, but that had ended ages ago, replaced with other, infinitely more boring Mushroom Kingdom programming. Ugh.

But since the only other thing to do was self-examining his new burgeoning feelings toward his...kidnappers, after he’d turned the TV off he strained his ears for the sound of fighting upstairs. While he was confident that Junior could handle anything that could be thrown at him — especially since he had Kamek to help — Bowser was still ready to try and escape again if he needed extra backup on top of that, self-inflicted pain be damned.

Extra backup that didn't seem to be needed, because as the fighting upstairs died down Bowser could hear his son’s triumphant laughter through the ceiling, and it chased away any lingering worries Bowser had.

Before long, Junior raced down the stairs, Kamek on his heels. “Dad!” he exclaimed. He practically vibrated in front of the cage until Kamek figured out how to deactivate it, and as soon as the light faded he jumped forward to hug him.

“Junior!” Bowser cheered. “Wahaha, those losers were no match for you, huh?”

“Nope!”

As Bowser did some stretches now that he was out of that small space, Kamek shuffled up to him. “So,” he said blandly. “A kidnapping, hm? How...quaint.”

Bowser faltered. “Shut up, old man.”

Despite the warning, Kamek’s smirk at his charge’s demeanor could barely be qualified as hidden. He mock-sighed. “I suppose we should start adapting our usual plans to be able to include Mario and Luigi as well,” he lamented.

“We already get Luigi sometimes,” Junior said.

“That's because he tricks us, by pretending to be Princess Peach.”

Junior nodded in thought. “Can we kidnap Luigi for real, though? I like him.”

Bowser choked on air. “Wh-what?”

“He’s nice!” Junior said, with the air of someone stating something very obvious to someone very stupid. “He likes my drawings and plays games with me!”

“I —” Bowser coughed. “N-never mind! Tell me about what you had to do to get to me!” The attempt to change the subject succeeded, with Junior beginning to chatter about his little adventure. It also failed, because Kamek was openly smirking at him now. Bowser resolutely ignored him.

At the top of the stairs, the remnants of the final battle still lingered. Furniture lay overturned, and the floors and walls were littered with scuffs and scorch marks. Peach sat slumped under the open window, looking tired but unharmed. Mario and Luigi were still where Junior had left them, lying exhausted and covered in bruises and cuts on the floor near the center of the room. The dog from earlier was nudging at them curiously, but when it heard the sound of Junior blowing a raspberry at the downed pair it barked and ran towards him instead; soon the two were running around the room as if neither of them had participated in any sort of final battle at all.

“Well.” Kamek broke the silence. “That was...something.”

Mario laughed.

“Ya know, that wasn't so bad,” Luigi said.

“It was awful.” Bowser deadpanned. “You guys sucked at this.”

“Aw, come on, even you had a little fun, I’m sure.” Peach teased.

“No way,” Bowser grumbled. “Just because you got lucky this time doesn’t mean it actually meant anything.”

“...’this time’?”

“...Wha —?” Bowser paled. “I didn't say — Only time, I meant!”

Bowser was met with a myriad of looks.

“Only, that’s what I said! Gah!” Bowser exclaimed at the continued disbelief. “You know what, screw this! I’m outta here!”

Bowser stormed off, the clatter of the front door being ripped off its hinges heralding his departure from the house entirely. Junior ran after him, his new canine friend right behind, catching up just as Bowser disappeared into the forest.

“Will he be okay?” Luigi asked Kamek, sitting up. “He’s been acting kinda weird this entire time.”

“...He will be fine. Stop worrying about it.”

“Oh, okay. Uh. What were you saying in the other room about kidnapping us?”

“Stop worrying about it,” Kamek cackled, getting on his broom and flying away through the window before anyone could ask any more questions. No, he didn't need to tell them about the true reasons behind Bowser’s behavior. They’ll likely figure it out eventually. And the looks on their faces will be hilarious.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Iost this one somewhere in my drafts, but this is in answer to the anon whose ask was along the lines of What are your thoughts on Thomas and Percy?

Classic Third Era (see below). Lookit Perce's sad face. Lookit how they nerfed my unsinkable boy. Or maybe Percy's just getting old and that's why he's constantly pouting to Thomas? 🤭

I think the most intriguing part of 1+6 is when we have to reconcile TVS - where they are bffs, best bros, etc. - and RWS - where the Ffarquhar trio is very much a trio and, if anything, Percy seems to gel a bit more with Toby than with Thomas. (Percy and Toby are usually laughing together. Percy and Thomas are usually squabbling.)

I tend to just use the latter-series TVS portrayal and connect it on the end of the RWS timeline. Like connext blocks.

~1927-~1955: Percy arrives as Tidmouth station pilot, Thomas runs his branch line 🤔

~1955-~1991: Thomas, Percy, and Toby are in their classic Ffarquhar line era 💖

~1991-???: Expansion of the railway, the fleet, and TTTE fame - the Thomas and Percy BEST FRIENDSHIP era 🎬

The second period is self-explanatory and obvious from the text.

The third period feels... kinda performative. I've spoken elsewhere of my interpretation of Thomas's character shift (seen most clearly in Season 3 of the TV series): I think he realised just how big a deal he was, fame-wise; felt a genuine and somewhat insecure sense that now he had a duty to be A Good Role Model; kinda laid it on too thick in some ways but that's just his fundamental character, this is the sort of thing he takes seriously. <3 I've joked before about how this is the era where Thomas acquires a Word of the Day calendar. But it's not a joke... He definitely has been using one.

Anyway the third era feels a lot like him and Percy consciously using their own relationship to model Friendship Lessons for the Children. It's sincere and it's sweet and it's... kinda funny because it's really not them. Like they are ride-and-die for each other. But in this era they're always "on" (there's a camera or an adoring kid fan everywhere!) and they keep trying to saw off their own rough edges and it's just not who they really are (esp. Percy). But dammit they are both gonna try to be Positive Influences.

The first period is by far the most intriguing. That's over 20 years where, honestly, I don't see any sign that the two are particularly close... and I don't wish to imagine they were, either. There are many other engines on this railway, remember; I'm perfectly fine with these two only really starting to buddy it up once Percy is no longer tethered to the Big Station.

And it's really interesting to try to fill in that gap. What must they have thought of each other at first? (They seem to have such vastly different life experiences.) Did Thomas do his classic TVS "irrational jealousy" thing with Percy? (I think so!)

I like to think Percy was sometimes baffled at how sheltered Thomas was and had to teach him all sorts of new curse words.

I like to think Thomas thought Percy was really funny with his lightning-fast switches to sweet and innocent around human staff and a cheeky little ***** to the big engines. I think Thomas probably got humbled a couple times, trying to boss Percy around and discovering it wasn't so easy for HIM to do. (Eventually the big engines are bossing Percy around but it took them literally over twenty years before they wore him down.)

I also think Percy was better at expressing sympathy than Thomas and Thomas definitely got jealous sometimes when he saw Percy saying nice things to HIS friends - like just right to their faces, without cracking a joke at the same time - which Thomas at the time was just not capable of doing. And he'd hate that.

I have a bit of a headcanon that during WWII there was a period where Thomas and Percy had to swap assignments. The shunting work would have been too heavy for Percy - Thomas had to be recalled to the job. He didn't take it out on Percy though, it was the war and there was real danger in the air and everything, Thomas just did his bit, in fact once he saw the danger he felt it was right that he was there and not Percy. But he was still very depressed by it - his world on the verge of destruction and he's stuck back in the shunting yards all the while. And Percy felt bad about it, too (though he's always, I think, quicker to bounce back than Thomas is).

Ultimately what I wrote about these two long ago still stands: Thomas had a long-unmet big-brother complex where he needs to be needed, Percy had long-unmet little-brother complex where he just wanted to be bloody looked after for once. So it's interesting to try to flesh out this early era before 1955, when they were both slowly unraveling each other and finding these hidden parts of themselves that actually fit together SO. WELL.

Sometimes... a little too well!