#sure at some point my hands will be inside his shirt and our bodies might get tangled together but that's beside the point

[avid-adoxography]

NO WAY

NO FUCKING WAY

THE CEO OF MATTEL????? FROM THE BARBIE MOVIE????????

WHO??? THIS GUY?????

Blocking you for spreading misinformation smh...

I hate this guy. Hate him! I'm throwing him on the big heart shaped table in his conference room. Teeth snapping and growling. Straddling his hips and grabbing him by his tie and and AND! AND THEN I'D!!! .....I'd kiss him. On the mouth.

Then we hold hands... and skate to Barbieland together. We might share a boba if I'm feeling adventurous. And then, well... Whatever happens in the Mojo Dojo Casa House stays in the Mojo Dojo Casa House fhdjbfjdfjkd

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[yourmidnightlover]

good vibrations

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: you love been pent up for weeks now and just needed a quick release when you get interrupted by your best friend…

warnings: !not proofread! vibrators used (hahaha get it? the title), kinda simpy/puppy-esc xavier, unprotected piv, kinda bossy reader?

a/n: this is kind of a shortie, but it was in my head. i might revisit the idea and rewrite it much better, but we shall see. double post tonight… isn’t it wild??? anyways, enjoy, my loves <3

you knew xavier would be coming by soon to go with you to jericho for a late night outing. you just couldn’t help yourself.

you hadn’t been able to get yourself off for three weeks due to exams and everything going on. it didn’t help that your best friend, who you loved, always wanted to hang out. and you loved hanging out with him too! just not when you were horny as hell and absolutely had to get yourself off soon or you would explode.

at this point nothing would stop you from pulling out your vibrator and turning it on the lowest setting to get yourself worked up. god, the way it feels against your clit is perfect, even more so as you turn it up a level... again, and again until it's at its highest setting.

but it was still extremely hard to explain as he barged into your dorm, "you ready to go..." his eyes were trained on your vibrator positioned right between your legs, focused on that sensitive little nub that's been aching for days. you really weren't sure how he hadn't heard the vibrator from outside, it was on the highest setting. "yet?" his voice rose nearly three octaves as he spoke.

"i..." you had already switched the vibrator off before you froze for a second. you noticed him swiftly turning around, mumbling apologies as you covered yourself with your blanket, throwing your head back with a groan. "gahhh!" you practically growled. "I JUST WANT TO CUM, XAVIER!"

"ohhh my god," he swiftly switched back to reality as he began to walk towards the door.

"wait..." you told him as his hand was on the doorknob. "look, i'm sorry. i've just been a bit... frustrated and pent up the past few weeks. I figured i would take care of it before we went out because i really thought i was going to explode... anyway, i'm sorry."

"you-you don't have any reason to be," he shook his head as he turned towards you. "i mean it's natural for that to... y'know, yea. i mean i do it too, so i definitely know the feeling of needing that... release."

"exactly!" you sighed, glad that he wasn't repulsed by your actions... some people were weird about female masturbation. "do..." your mind began to wander. "do you feel that need right now?"

"y/n, i..." he ran his hand through his hir before taking a seat at your desk. "you don't know what you're even saying."

"then let me rephrase," you tossed your sheets off of your body, exposing your bare chest and body to him once more, "you can sit at the desk and watch me finish and then we'll go to jericho, or, we could help each other out with our frustrations?" you glanced down at his crotch, primarily the impressive bulge that only continued to grow.

"i-uh," you could see his chest beating harder as he eyed your pussy. "would-would that even be aright? like.. would that be alright with you?"

"do you know how long i've wanted this?" you sat up on the bed, your legs bent and wide open. "do you know what i was thinking about?" he shook his head 'no.' "i was thinking about your long fingers. about how long they are, how deep they would get inside me. god, i thought about you underneath me. how bad i want to sit on your hard dick and hear your moans."

"y/n," his breathing became audible as you now rose to your knees, reaching out to him as he approached you. you grasped his shirt's collar. "i really want you."

"thank fuck," you sighed as you let one hand cup the side of his neck, keeping eye contact as you leaned in until his lips finally touched yours.

his hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave marks. he seemed hungry, starving even, for your touch. he began to roll his hips into yours before you used your own to roll him over on the bed, you hovering atop him.

"i think i'm gonna explode," his voice came out as a whimper, a beg for you to do something. "you're so perfect. always been perfect to me," your lips were attacking his neck, your hands working at his pants. "god, this must be a dream," his hands were roaming in your hair. "if it is a dream then i don't wanna wake up. not ever."

"xavier?"

"mhmm," your eyes finally met his with a kind but eager smile.

"help me get your pants off," you urged him, not even realizing that you had began to grind down on his legs. "now."

"mhmm-yea... yes," he lifted his hips for you so you could pull the elastic band down easier.

when you saw his dick spring up against his stomach the only word that came to your mind were: "holy fuck."

"wh-what is it?" he was now wearing a worried expression as if something had gone wrong, or he was disappointing in any way.

you grabbed his cock that was already leaking precum and began to lazily stroke it, "it's perfect, xay," you pressed one more kiss to his mouth before lining him up with your center. "so fucking perfect," you dragged your pussy up and down his dick as you asked, "condom? i'm clean and on birth control and i just… i just really need this."

"no, just... just do it," he nodded eagerly as his hands wandered over your body, grabbing at your breasts and hips. "please, y/n?"

you waited no longer, letting your pussy glide over his shaft, encompassing it in your own warmth. his mouth opened wide, small whimpers leaving his mouth before he clamped it shut, now biting down on his lip.

"god, it's so good," you let the thought that's been in your mind the past ten minutes of making out, the tension getting to you. "so good for me, xay," one hand was raking through his hair, gently tugging at the strands as the other was on his chest, used to keep yourself propped up.

"this really is heaven," he sighed as he threw his head back. "please don't stop," his hand went to the side of the bed, grabbing your vibrator before connecting it to your clit.

"holy fuck, that's so amazing, xavier," your body began to get out of rhythm, your hips staggering with every move you made.

"i've had dreams of this," he began to let his hips thrust up and down to meet your own. "god, i can feel the vibrating through your pussy. i've dreamed of this every way possible," he held onto you as your upper body collapsed on his chest, now letting his hips to all the work.

"i'm gonna-fuck," your arms were only tightening their hold around his neck. "i'm cumming, oh fuck-i'm cumming! don't stop, xavier, oh god!" you turned your face into his neck as your moans persisted.

"you feel so good, holy shit," his hips began to stutter as he fucked you through your high, bringing him to his own release. "where-fuck-where do you want it?"

"inside," you grasped tighly onto his hair, gently tugging on the roots. "need it inside."

"fuck," his hips stuttered once more as he filled your insides with his cum, letting a few more strokes fuck it all inside you.

you had a dazed smile plastered on your face when you muttered, “we’ve gotta do that more.”

[bumblesimagines]

admit it. you still think about me.

if they find out we slept together, we're in big trouble.

Kiara Carrera

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: No warnings!, Kie being a little hot-headed per usual

"Kie, come meet our new guy!" 

"Coming!" 

Stirring the contents in the large pot a few more times, Kiara raised the wooden spoon in hand and sipped on the broth, the warm and flavorful liquid trickling down her throat and making her shoulders shimmy with contentment. She licked her lips and stirred a few more times before setting the spoon on the counter and slipping her damp rag off her shoulder to dap at her sweat-covered forehead as she made her way toward the front. 

She stopped and side-stepped out of the way when her mother stepped inside the kitchen carrying a large tray of empty plates and cups, offering her a warm smile before ducking out into the front and feeling the cool salty breeze flowing through the open doors and windows brush against her warm skin. Kiara sighed in relief and closed her eyes, itching for a nice cool bath to wipe the sweat and stickiness off her body.

"Kie, I'd like you to meet (Y/N)," Her eyes flew open and she snapped her head up to meet (Y/N)'s eyes. He stared back at her, unsurprised and with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Her dad smiled, resting his hand on Kiara's shoulder. "(Y/N), this is my daughter, Kiara. She juggles the job of waitress, cashier, and cook so hopefully with you joining our team, you can relieve some stress off her shoulders."

"I'd be happy to do so." (Y/N) grinned and Kiara nearly scoffed, only managing a polite smile when her father gave her a pointed look. He stuck his hand out toward her and she reluctantly took it, giving it a tight squeeze as they shook hands. 

"Good man. If you need anything let me or Anna know but I'm trusting Kie to show you the ropes, right, sweetheart?" 

"Y-Yeah, sure." Kiara nodded weakly, feeling her father give her shoulder a thankful squeeze before he headed back toward the kitchen to continue finishing orders and sending them out. Kiara waited for the door into the kitchen to close before whipping her head back toward him, her eyes flickering around the primarily empty restaurant before she slammed her palms against his shoulders. 

"Woah, Kie," (Y/N) chuckled. "Not happy to see me, I guess?"

"What are you doing here? If they find out we slept together, we're in big trouble. My dad will kill you." Kiara hissed lowly, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and roughly pulling him along to the nearest empty table in need of clearing, pretending to be busy explaining things to him when her mother left the kitchen and slipped by them to check on a customer. She glanced in her direction, waiting for her to walk out of earshot before continuing, "Why the hell did you apply here? You know my family owns this place!"

"This might come as a shocker, Kie," (Y/N) began, his hands nimble as he stacked plates and cups. "But I didn't apply for the job with you in mind. This island is a small world, and I need money. This was the closest place hiring and I thought it'd be easier than working at the country club again. It's cute that you think so highly of yourself but I don't think about you." 

Kiara scoffed. "So, it's all just a big coincidence a few days after we hooked up you show up at my family's restaurant looking for a job?"

"Okay, look, admit it. You still think about me," He smirked when she curled her lip in annoyance. "Otherwise you wouldn't be so worked up about this. Why would why risk a job by blabbering about sleeping with the owner's daughter? It's stupid, and I'm not one of your little boys. I'm going to need you to put what happened behind you so we can all work together as a team, 'kay?" 

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part.11

Summary: You grew up in a crappy town with one friend who kept you going, everything started to fall into place, that’s until the world ended and the dead ruled the world, now you and your best friend Daryl Dixon had to stay alive but will you finally confess?

Warnings: This chapter contains light sh if you’re not comfortable don’t interact

Part.10

•Masterlist•

It’s been a few days since Daryl had left me to stay out god knows where with Merle, his brother who was an ass and always treated him like crap, he left and I had no more will to live, he was my anchor, I haven’t left the watch tower since I got up here I couldn’t find the effort to go down for anything

The door to the guard tower opened seeing it was Carl with Judith, coming and sitting next to me on the little makeshift bed

“Hey…..we miss you down there” he said smiling, he was such a sweet kid and ever since the incident with Lori he’s kind of clung to me but I didn’t hate it

“I’m fine here”

“Well I brought you some water and some cans of food” he said taking his back pack off and handing it over

“Thank you sweetie, sorry I’m not of any help right now, it’s hard to explain this feeling” I said as he placed little Judith in my arms

“It’s okay, I may not get it but I know what it’s like to lose someone you love, and I know how much you loved Daryl”

“I just miss him so much, I need him back” I said feeling my chest tighten trying to keep the tears at bay as I let Judith play around with my fingers

“If you’re soulmates you’ll meet again and from what I’ve seen you are just let him see what he’s missing and he’ll come running back for you” he smiled patting my shoulder

After some play time with Judith and a little chat with Carl he left having to change her and feed her, maybe Carl was right maybe I should go down for a bit it might clear my head, I left the guard tower making sure to cover all my cuts and saw Carol and the prisoner talking

“Hey y/n it’s good to see you” she said with that bright smile of hers

I just smiled and nodded still not feeling like my old self, the me that felt whole with Daryl, before the apocalypse I never was reliant on him like I am now but he’s still the man I love the man I’ve always loved, I can’t just bounce back to normal without the person I’ve had in my life since I was a kid

I wandered around the courtyard, picking up some stray garbage helping to clean up the place when there was a gun shot, I looked around frantic seeing Axel dead on the ground Carol hiding behind his body as more guns went off

I ran to go back to the watch tower hoping to get some cover but the distance was further than I thought and I didn’t know where the shots were coming from so I didn’t know if I was covered and that was quickly proven when that familiar feeling of stinging warmth flooded my body

I fell to the ground right as I got to the watch tower dragging myself inside somehow, slumping down on the stairs looking at the blood gushing down my chest and right arm, a bullet gone right into my shoulder, the blood oozing out quickly making me lightheaded fast from my low iron

I ripped off a piece of my shirt struggling to wrap it around my shoulder and tying it off tight to help the bleeding, I laid back against the stairs feeling weak, the sound of blood pumping in my head by body exhausted

The gun fire had ceased and I heard the others outside scared trying to figuring out everything that happened

I tried to kick the door open but it was no use, my vision was starting to blur and become spotty

Daryl’s POV

“Where’s y/n?” I asked looking around not seeing her Carol or T.dog

“Last I saw she was trying to run back to the watch tower she’s been staying in” Carl said pointing over to the tower me and her always stayed in on our turns

“Damn” I grunted running across the court, Carl and Maggie right behind me as I yanked the door open, the sight making my heart stop

Normal POV

Voices around me, faces blurred but the closer it got the more I knew it was Daryl as I was gently picked up

“D….Daryl” I spluttered out

“I’m here sunshine”

Then everything went black

Daryl’s POV

I ran with her in my arms to the cell block laying her down next to Hershel as he yelled for the others to get his supplies

“Will she be okay?” I asked focusing on all the blood covering her, I should have never left why the hell did I leave

“We gotta stop the bleeding, with her being anemic she’s gonna have a harder time lasting with all this blood lose but I’ll do all I can” he said as he pressed down hard, after it stopped he pulled out the bullet stitched her up and sterilized it then bandaging her wound

“She’s bleeding on her leg too” he said noticed blood that had seeped through her jeans, I was hesitant but her health was more important so I pulled her jeans down enough for us to see what was causing the bleeding here and it finally broke me because this was my fault and I knew it, Hershel looked at me with worried eyes then went to clean them

I moved her to our bed on the perch and waited for her to wake up, hoping she woke up, I can’t believe this happened to her again in the span of a year, shot twice my sunshine the girl who’s stuck by me always making sure I was okay and now I’m the reason she hurt herself, the reason I wasn’t here to protect her

I gently peeled her out of her blood soaked clothes and put her in a spare shirt of mine and some looser jean shorts that covered her cuts, I found a clean rag and a bucket of water and cleaned off her face and any dirt that had accumulated on her body

I hope she come back to me soon

Normal POV

My head was pounding and everything was so bright and hazy

“Fuck” I groaned trying to cover my eyes but shoot pain through my shoulder

“Hey yer awake” I heard from beside me, I tried to focus and his face came into view, it was Daryl

“Am I dead? Or did you come back” I asked running my hand on his scruffy face

“ ‘m back I shoulda never left” he said filled with guilt

“Why would you go Daryl, I’ve always been there………you promised”

Part.12

Will y/n forgive Daryl or will she be scared he’ll hurt her again

Taglist: @deansapplepie @ghostboneswrites2 @willowshadenox @thebadbatch2022 @writer-ann-artist @i-wear-wet-socks313

[blueicequeen19]

Impulsive

Warnings: a silly fight with JJ, unprotected sex, implied Somno, slight manipulation

To say I was pissed was the understatement of the fucking year. I loved JJ Maybank more than anything in the world but sometimes his lack of impulse control really got to me. It was cute when he was 16. Maybe even 18. But now at 23, I wanted to strangle him.

I’d lost the fight over him buying a second hot tub. I’d even lost the fight over him painting Poguelandia on the side of his truck. Now, we were fighting over his desire to tear our house down and rebuild it with an underground bunker. A bunker. On an island. Sea levels meant nothing to an impulse controlled Pogue.

So I went to bed after our last fight and I made sure to sprawl out in the center of the bed. Naked. I also made sure to layer myself up in sweet smelling lotion that I knew he loved. I couldn’t put it on without him practically attacking me. I was willing to play dirty. Pussy was the only way to reason with JJ.

Let him decide who’s going to win this one.

Y/N didn’t get it. She didn’t understand why a bunker was so important. Crazy shit happened all the time. I’d just let her cool off before I approached the subject again.

After I cleaned up around the house to earn some extra brownie points, I made my way to our bedroom where she’d retired for the night. The first thing that caught my attention was the moon shining brightly in through the window she’d left open. The second was that she was sleeping naked and completely spread out for me. I took a deep breath, immediately smelling that sugar cookie fucking lotion she likes to taunt me with.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew what this was. It was a trap. I was a weak man and she knew that. She was using sex to gain the upper hand. Even as I shook my head, trying to erase the image of her bared pussy from my brain, my cock thickened painfully in my shorts. She stirs, bending one knee and spreading herself open further. I could see her little hole. The one I’d swore led straight to heaven.

The lump in my throat is too thick to swallow, my insides tightening while my dick begs to be freed. I undo my shorts just for some relief and step out of them when they hit the bedroom floor. I slip my shirt off next because it’s getting warm in here. I’m leaking in my boxers so I might as well take those off too.

I move to the edge of the bed, my body buzzy was the need to rut into her until the bed fucking breaks. She did this on purpose. I move between her legs, resisting the urge to feast on her pussy. I loved eating her pussy but I needed to turn this around. I needed to gain the upper hand. I spit on her clit, maneuvering onto my knees so I can smear the saliva with the head of my cock. I press against her entrance, feeling her warmth trying to suck me in deep when I hear her suck in a breath. She jerks upright and away from me, shoving me in the chest. I all but growl at her, grabbing the backs of her knees and hauling her back.

“Stop. I’m mad at you.” She snarls, smacking at my chest before I quickly restrain her hands.

“I can tell. You never sleep naked.”

“It’s not for you.”

“Oh yea? Who’s it for? Your other boyfriend?”

“Maybe.” I shake my head, biting my bottom lip as I try to reign myself in. This girl was a fucking brat. She always knows how to fuck with me. To make me completely unhinged.

“You can’t waive a steak in front of a hungry lion and expect him not to bounce.” I warn, letting my gaze wander down her naked body. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked on. The heat from her pussy was calling to me.

“Maybe the lion shouldn’t piss off the hand that feeds him.” She snarks, attempting to close her legs but I stop her, gritting my teeth.

“Baby—.”

“Nope. I don’t care.”

“Just the tip.” I was teetering on the ledge of insanity, my dick wedged against her thigh. I guide it to her opening and she pulls her hips back.

“No. It’s never just the tip with you. If you wanna fuck me then you’re going to have to apologize.” She pushes against my chest as I smear my precum all over her mound. I couldn’t think straight. All the blood was rushing to my dick. I could only focus on one thing and that was feeling her wrapped around my cock.

“Im sorry.” I guide my cock back down but she stops me against, grasping my jaw and forcing me to meet her eyes.

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, trying not to laugh as she releasing a shuddering breath. She might be able to resist me but I could see and feel how wet her pussy was.

“You can’t build a bunker. End of story, J.” She says, searching my face for any sign of recognition. I could hardly remember the fight about the bunker. I’d moved on from that and was focused on getting inside her.

“Fine. Lay back.” I shove her back on the bed and she gasps just as I ease the tip inside her. Her back arches off the bed as I watch my cock slowly disappear inside her. The heat from her pussy washes over me and sends sparks up my spine.

“JJ.” She moans my name, grabbing both her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I’m torn between watching her and watching as I withdraw my cock, seeing that it’s already coated in her creamy goodness before I shove it back inside.

“You little demon. Using this sweet pussy to get your way.” I growl, tightening my grip on her thighs before I start to move. She moans louder as I drive inside her faster and faster. I lift her legs, shoving them together and bracing them against my chest while securing them tightly with one arm. My other hand is planted between her breasts, holding her in place as I start to fuck her deeper.

“Oh god.” She cries out, everything tightening as she nears her release.

“Cum, baby.” I bite out, signaling both our releases at the same time. We both moan loudly as her pussy contracts, sucking every bit of cum out of me and draining my balls. I finally slow to a stop, letting her legs drop back down to the bed as we both fight to catch our breath. A thin layer of sweat covers us both and with the way she’s still gripping me, I’m tempted to fuck her again.

“Are you happy now?” I ask before leaning down to kiss her. She smirks against my lips, wrapping her limps around me as she kisses me back hard.

“For now.”

[philaet0s]

Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 12

Previous Part: Part 11

Next Part: Part 13

So, what happened on August 4th? ;)

Simon

I’m not surprised when Baz approaches me and says he has something he wants to show me. He’s been eyeing me weirdly all day. I knew he was hiding something…

I follow him to his study. It’s one of the nicest rooms in our flat, and definitely the one I spend the least time in. He never truly forbade me from coming here, even when he’s away on tour, but everything about that room is so… Baz. It’s his place. It’d feel wrong intruding on it. 

Still, I always love having a chance to come inside it. One of the walls is completely covered by bookshelves, that are so full I’m surprised they still hold up. There are books piled on tops of other books everywhere, and yet, somehow, he still always has room for new ones, without ever getting rid of any of them. The wall that is opposite the door has a large window that lets in tons of natural light and that. On a summer evening such as this, the setting sun paints the room in golden hues.

Against the last wall, there is a vinyl shelf, as full as Baz’s bookshelf, and topped with a record player that cost a fortune. There’s also a desk, with a monitor, tower, and very good speakers. And Baz’s macbook. Because in spite of the other equipment, he remains faithful to the laptop that got him through uni. It’s his longest relationship, I might get jealous one day.

Obviously, all of Baz’s stuff is wonderful, and some people would probably delight in the selection of books and vinyls, but my favourite element in this room is absolutely none of that. It’s the couch in the middle of it. A gorgeous piece of furniture, in dark green velvet, and the most comfortable sofa ever. Baz knows how much I love it so he bought the same one for our living room, but somehow, it’s different.

Naturally, the first thing I do when coming inside the room is sprawl on the couch. It makes Baz smile.

“So,” I say. “What did you want to show me?”

“It’s on my computer,” he explains, as he bends over his desk chair to type something on the keyboard. “I’ve reworked the song I played for you on your birthday.”

I perk up.

“Oh? And we’re listening to it here, not at the studio?”

“I don’t feel like going all the way to the studio, if I’m honest. Don’t want to change out of my inside clothes,” he says with a chuckle.

I give him a long, appreciative look. His inside clothes are a simple t-shirt, too large for him, and an old pair of football shorts. I love when he wears his football shorts. They make his legs look even longer. They make his arse look phenomenal too but sadly the shirt hides that.

I get up from the couch and walk behind him until I can put my arms around his waist. I lean down to kiss his shoulder. 

“Fair. I don’t really want to leave the house either, to be honest.”

“We’re so boring. And lazy.”

“You’re on a world tour and I wake up at 3 every morning to go to work, we’re allowed to be a bit lazy.”

“Hm, you’re right. Ah, there it is.”

He clicks on a file named ‘Point of View (After Midnight Version)’. I hadn’t even asked the title of the song last time… 

He straightens his back, so I line my body up with his and press my cheek between his shoulder blades to hold him close. 

The beginning of the song is the same, I think. I’ve only heard it once over a month ago so I don’t remember it very well, but I’m not hearing anything particularly striking.

Until…

One of my hands flies up to my mouth. I gasp.

“Baz.”

His index finger is tapping on the desk. Not for the rhythm, this time. He’s nervous.

“I can’t believe… Fuck. That’s… so hot,” I whisper, as obscene sounds continue to play as background vocals for the chorus. It’s subtle, an echo, but it can definitely be heard. 

That has to be something he got from what he… recorded when we were at the studio. Jesus.

He pauses the song. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or if you’d think it was… too much.”

I shake my head vigorously. He can’t see me but he must feel it.

“It’s not too much. I mean. It is. But in a good way. A really good way, darling. I… I love it,” I say, tightening my arms around him to let him know I’m truly not mad. 

My cheeks are burning. He used a recording of us fucking as background vocals for one of his songs. A song he wrote just for me. 

“We sound so… Do you still have the recording?”

He shifts in my arms to look at me. He’s cocking his damn eyebrow. He has no business looking hot like that.

“Why?”

“Why do you think? I want to listen to it.”

“You want to listen to…”

“Us fucking? Yes, Basilton, of course I do. You can’t be having all the fun.”

He laughs, softly, and oh God, that sound is just as good as those he put on his song.

“I still have it, yes.”

“Good.”

I let go of him and step back. I need a moment to cool down before he plays the recording. I’m not going to cool down with him in my arms. I rub my hands along the side of my thighs and take a breath. I can’t fucking believe him. How can he still surprise me?

“I found it. If you still want to…”

“Yes.”

When I look at him, I notice that he’s flushing. Embarrassment or arousal, I couldn’t say.

He presses play. I will myself to stay away from him, as tempting as it is to hold him again. 

I close my eyes and listen.

He forwards the recording. How many times did he listen to it to know when to forward it? When it starts playing again, I hear him. Familiar sounds that bring a smile to my lips. They sound different, though. The pitch of his voice is always a little different in recordings, and the sounds are at the same time more distant and more clear than when he’s making them live.

It’s also strange hearing Baz moaning when I’m standing in a middle of a room, fully clothed, and not in bed with him. Strange but not unpleasant. I can focus on it more. 

The strangest part, however, is hearing myself. That’s not something I usually focus on at all. It’s slightly embarrassing. I prefer the sounds Baz makes. They’re hotter. I wonder if he thinks the opposite. Hearing myself really does make me experience it from his ‘point of view’...

It’s a surprisingly long recording. If you’d asked me, then I probably would have told you I didn’t last more than 5 minutes –I hadn’t seen him in a while. After a bit, as enjoyable as it is, I get a little bored, so I open my eyes and look at Baz. That should keep me entertained for a minute.

His butt is on the edge of his desk but he’s not properly sitting down on it, his feet still firmly planted on the floor. His hands are holding the desk on either side of his body. His eyes are closed and his head low. It bobs as he listens to the recording. To us.

He’s hard.

Watching him is not nearly enough.

I close the distance between us. I know he’s heard me, but he doesn’t open his eyes. I slide my hands up his thighs until I can close my hands around his hips. I slot my body between his legs and pull him closer.

He opens his eyes. His pupils are wide.

“Simon,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, so different from the loud, uncontrolled sounds he’s making on the recording.

“I want to hear you for real.”

[notsunnyowo]

Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader (part 1)

Summary:

Once you turn four years old, a name appeares on your wrist.

The name of your soulmate...

..or your mortal enemy.

***

Guess I got my enemy's.

They say that once a person turns four years old, a name will appear on their wrist.

The name of either their soulmate..

..or their mortal enemy.

Pretty interesting right? You either get to meet the one you are destined to be with. The half that you never knew you were missing. Your one and only, your true love..

Or.

The person you'll despise most. The sole being who is going to make your life a living hell. Or to put it simply, the bein of your existence. Your mortal enemy

And the best part about it? You have no clue who you got until you've met that person.

***

(Y/n) could remember the first time she saw his name, on the morning of her fourth birthday. The little girl had gotten up, excitement pouring out of her little body as she happily made her way towards the bathroom to wash up and get ready for the day to come.

As she made her way into the decent sized bathroom and proceeded to pick up her toothbrush something caught her eye. Some words were neatly written on the inner part of her hand.

Being only a four year old child, with no prior knowledge on the matter the girl felt rather confused. Why were there words written on her hand? Who had written them there? Had it been her father? Or her mother perhaps?

And most importantly, what did they mean?

Try as she might poor (Y/n) could only wonder on how those words had appeared on her hand. After a bit of thought on the matter the petite girl left her toothbrush where it had been and quickly exited the bathroom in search of her parents.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The girl called out to her parents as she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Her little feet thumping along the wooden stairs as she approached the room.

Sure enough, her parents were inside. Upon seeing their child both of them smiled. (Y/n)'s father quickly went up to his little girl and picking her up and swinging her around, causing the child to erupt into a fit of giggles, momentarily forgetting what she'd came there to ask.

"There's our birthday girl!" He spoke in such a way that only a loving father could with to his precious daughter. "Look at you! So grown up!"

(Y/n) laughed at her father's words. "Silly daddy! I'm not that old! I'm only this big!" She said, gesturing to her small body with her equally small hands.

"You're absolutely right sweetheart." (Y/n)'s mother chimed in, walking over to the two with a loving smile, similar to the one on her father's features.

Placing a hand on her child's hair, the woman ruffled her (h/c) locks. The action made young (L/n) smile brightly, showing her mother the few missing teeth spots she had where her baby teeth used to be.

Not long after, the small girl composed herself and looked at both her parents, simultaneously raising the hand with the strange words on it.

"I found this weird mark on my hand. I was going to brush my teeth when I saw it." The girl explained, pointing at the Kanji written on her arm.

What confused little (Y/n) more was the fact that her parents didn't seem to be phased by the strange markings on her wrist. Did this mean that they knew something about this that she didn't? Probably.

(Y/n)'s mother wasted no time in giving her child the explanation she figured the girl needed.

"Those words on your wrist are a name dear." The woman explained, before raising her own hand and tugging on the sleeve of her shirt. This, in turn caused the soft fabric to move aside and bring into view something written on her wrist.

Upon close inspection, (Y/n) could see that the words were written in a similar way to the ones on her own wrist. Although is seemed like they said something else.

"Everyone has a name written on their hands dear." Her mother explained. "Each one of us gets it when we turn four. Just like you did today." She continued, crouching down to be at level with her daughter.

"That name belongs to either your soulmate or your enemy." The woman finished, giving the petite girl some time to process what was going on.

"Soul-mate?" (Y/n) questioned, quirking a brow as if trying to further emphasize her confusion.

"A soulmate is the one person you are destined to be with." Her father said, capturing the girl's attention. Her eyes turned to look at his approaching figure.

"Think of it as your best friend. Someone you can tell anything and not fear their reaction to it. Someone you like being around." At this explanation the young girl made an "oh" with her mouth.

Now she got it! So this meant that she now knew the name of her new best friend! She couldn't wait to meet whoever it was!

(Y/n) could already begin to imagine all the lovely playdates they'd have. They could go play on the swings together, or maybe even play hide and seek! And afterwards they'd come home and her mother would make them the yummiest cookies ever!

(Y/n)'s little daydream didn't last long however, as the small child quickly remembered the second half of the explanation.

"And what if it's.." She began, unfortunately forgetting the name of the word. What was it again?

"Enemy?" Her mother asked.

"Yeah! Enemy! What if it's that?" The girl asked, her eyes sparkling with determination to broaden her vocabulary with such big-girl words.

With a sigh her father crouched down, getting at eye level with his daughter. The man had a relatively serious look on his face as he placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "In that case.." He began.

He wondered how he was supposed to lightly introduce the topic of an enemy to his four year old daughter. She viewed the world in such a positive light that he found himself worried about abstracting that pure view she had on things. However, despite that he knew that she'd learn about it sooner or later. So it'd be much better if she was well educated on that matter by someone with much more experience on the matter.

"If you get your enemy then that means that you'll know the name of the person who you won't like at all. See, an enemy is the exact opposite of a soulmate. As much as you may like your soulmate, you'll dislike your enemy as much."

Little (L/n) nodded. "So this means that whoever this name belongs to is either my new best friend ever! Or, my worst friend ever..?" She said, explaining the term in her own much simpler way.

Her parents nodded. She might have not gotten the exact definition right, but it was a good start.

"But how will I know if it's my soulmate or not?" The small child questioned. This was all so new to her, yet she was doing her best to soak up any new information like a sponge.

As an answer to this question her mother showed the girl her wrist, pointing to the Kanji neatly written on her wrist. "Do you know whose name is written on my wrist sweetie?"

(Y/n) shook her head, no.

"It's your father. See?" The woman pointed to the first Kanji and then the second. "(L/n) (F/n), your father's name." At this news (Y/n) jumped in excitement and quickly turned to her father, her eyes sparkling with joy. Did this mean that her father had her mother's name as well? How amazing would that be!

"Daddy! Do you have Mommy's name?"

At this question her father gave her a shake of his head, before showing his child the name written on his own wrist. "I don't have your mother's name (Y/n)." He pointed a finger to the Kanji. "This says Shimura Tenko." The man explained. "Everyone gets a unique name and it's up to them to determine if it's their soulmate or their enemy. I haven't met this person though."

"But I've met your father." (Y/n)'s mother interjected. Wrapping and arm around her husband's arm. "And I can confidently say that your father is most definitely not my enemy." The woman smiled softly, giving her husband a kiss.

"To answer your question." Her mother continued. "When you meet that person you'll know who it is. That's the only way I know how to explain it to you sweetie."

The small girl nodded, she wasn't quite sure how she'd understand it but she would take her mother's word for it. She was much more knowledgeable than her so she must know best! Or at least better than she did.

(Y/n) would be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't even a little bit worried about the person being her enemy. But the chance that it could also be her soulmate was much more enticing.

Looking down at her hand the girl eyed the name curiously, before showing it to her mother, her eyes shining a (e/c) color.

"What's it say mommy?" She asked.

Her mother took a look at her daughter's hand, letting out a soft 'hmm' in response. "My.. What an interesting name.." She said in a soft tone which only caused the already impatient girl to not be able to contain her pure excitement.

"What is it!"

"Here it says.. Bakugou Katsuki."

***

"Forward march and here we go!" A blonde boy called out as he lead a group of other small children across a log which served as a bridge for them to cross over to the other side of the small river. The children appeared to be around four or so, some showing odd physical abnormalities, courtesies of their respective quirks.

"Members of the agency, Bakugou-!" The boy continued, accidently slipping on the log and falling down into the river.

"Woah!- Bakugou-" One child called out to the ashen blonde.

 As a response the young boy smiled as he waved a hand nonchalantly. "Relax! It's only a bit'a water! I'll come back up in a sec!"

"Kacchan!" Another voice called out, and as Bakugou looked towards the sound of the voice, his brows furrowed slightly upon seeing the outstretched hand of the emerald eyed boy, standing in front of him. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Are you hurt?"

'Kacchan' scowled, getting up on his own and completely disregarding the offer of help from the youngster ahead. "I said I'm fine! I don't need your help Deku!"

With a saddened look on his face Izuku watched as his 'friend' walked off into the distance, getting up on his own and completely leaving him behind. It was like that most days, he always pursued his so-called friend, while Katsuki always did his best to avoid him, and/or make fun of him.

It seemed that Bakugou had a strong distaste for the jade-eyed boy.

"Hey Bakugou, what's that on your hand?" One of the boys next to the blonde asked, pointing a curious finger at the boy's hand.

"What are you talking about?" The blonde asked, as his crimson eyes trailed off to the mentioned spot, only to widen as he looked at the Kanji written on his wrist. A triumph full smile gracing his smooth features.

"Finally! The name of my mortal enemy!" The boy cheered. "A worthy opponent!"

***

That day Katsuki returned home with a bashful look on his face, despite the whole falling into the lake thing. He had finally gotten the name of his mortal enemy! And in just a matter of minutes, he'd finally be able to know the actual name of said enemy.

Bakugou was a smart child, not to mention very observant. Ever since he could remember, he'd always asked about everything and anything that peaked his interest. Be it small things, or something a bit more important.

And so, he now was going to ask his mother to read this name to him. It wasn't that young Bakugou couldn't read or anything of the sort, not at all. The boy could read some words written in Hiragana and Katakana, but he simply didn't know a lot of Kanji. And seeing as the whole name was written like that, he'd have quite the problem understanding what the words meant.

"Mom!" The boy called out, entering the living room.

"What's the matter Katsuki?" His mother asked, leaving her work in the kitchen to come and see what her son was calling her about.

"Look!" He yelled, waving his hand in the air, flashing the woman a toothy grin. "I got it! The name of my enemy! See?"

Mrs. Bakugou glanced down at her son's wrist, seeing that he did in fact have a name written on it.

Her features softened as she approached the boy, crouching down to get to his level. "You did now, huh?"

"Yeah! Can you tell me what it says!" He said, holding his hand out to her, allowing Mitsuki a clear view of the words on his wrist.

"Alright, alright. Give me a minute." The woman looked at the Kanji before saying out loud. "It says (L/n) (Y/n)."

Looking up from his wrist the boy's mother gave him an intrigued look. "How come you're so sure it's your enemy and not your soulmate? ~ For all we know it could be either."

"Because!" He pouted. "I don't need a stupid soulmate! I'm fine just on my own!" The boy crossed his arms, turning his head away from his mother.

"Oh really?" His mother edged on. "You expect me to believe that you're not going to be a little interested if it ends up being your soulmate and not your mortal enemy?"

"Yeah!"

***

He didn't realize how wrong his words would be.

(part 2)

[chicgeekgirl89]

Read Chapter 13 on AO3!

T.K. 🍑

[11:10am] Did I leave my AFD hoodie at your place?

Carlos

[11:10am] I don’t know. Let me look.

[11:16am] Yep. Found it. Under the right side of my bed.

T.K. 🍑

[11:17am] Shit. I thought I grabbed it. My dad has the AC cranked up at the firehouse. He read somewhere that cold is better for your metabolism. I feel like I’m in a freezer.

Carlos

[11:18am] Want me to to bring it to you? I’m heading to my parents’ in a little bit. I can drop it off.

T.K. 🍑

[11:18am] Yeah that’d be great actually. You don’t mind?

Carlos

[11:19am] It’s basically on my way. Can’t have my boyfriend turning into a popsicle.

T.K. 🍑

[11:19am] You’d better hurry or you might be too late. My fingers are turning into icicles as I type.

Carlos

[11:24am] On my way. Don’t freeze before I get there.

He pulls up to the firehouse about ten minutes later, reaching for the hoodie on the passenger seat as he opens his door and steps out. He’s heading for the open bay doors when a human rocket in the size and shape of his boyfriend comes hurtling out toward him. “Oh thank god. You saved my life.”

T.K. crashes into him, his hands sliding under the hem of Carlos’ t-shirt. Carlos shouts and tries to pull away as the aforementioned icicle fingers skate up his abdomen. “Ah! Let go of me! You’re freezing!”

“No way.” T.K. snuggles into his chest and gives a little shiver. “Best thing for hypothermia is body heat. And you are very, very hot.”

“You’re not hypothermic,” Carlos says with a roll of his eyes, trying to squirm away again. T.K. is a stage one clinger though and holds on tightly.

“How would you know? You’re a police officer. Not a doctor,” he says.

“People don’t get hypothermic in Austin in May,” Carlos tells him. “People don’t get hypothermic in Austin ever.”

“First time for everything,” T.K. mumbles as he buries his nose in Carlos’ chest.

It’s equally as cold as the rest of him and Carlos suppresses a laugh. T.K. is exaggerating, but not by much. “Do you want your sweatshirt?” he asks.

“No,” T.K. says. “I’m just going to stay like this.”

“Isn’t it going to be hard to fight fires if you’re glued to my stomach?” Carlos asks.

T.K. reluctantly pulls back. “Fine.” He takes the hoodie from Carlos and slips it on over his uniform. “Thanks for bringing this by.”

Carlos runs a hand down T.K.’s sweatshirt clad arm. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

“What are you doing at your parents’?” T.K. asks as he shoves his hands into his sweatshirt pockets.

“My dad is at work and my mom needs something out of the garage that she can’t reach,” Carlos says dryly. “I’ve been summoned.”

“But you’ll likely be paid in food for your services,” T.K. says, his eyes lighting up. “Food you will share with…?”

Carlos rolls his eyes fondly. “Yes, I will save you some tres leches if she made any.”

“Yes!”

Carlos chews the inside of his lip as he considers his next move. “Actually,” he says, “she’s been asking about you. She wants you to come for dinner. To thank you for taking care of me when I was hurt. And probably to be nosy about our relationship.”

“Yes,” T.K. says immediately.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to—“

“Will she make food?”

“Yes?”

“Will she show me embarrassing naked baby photos of you?”

“Probably?”

T.K. looks at him very seriously. “Will I get to meet the chickens?”

Carlos snort laughs. He’d told T.K. about his parents keeping chickens in their backyard at some point in their texting chats and he’d had a thousand questions about it. “Yes, I’m sure my mom would love for you to meet the chickens.”

“Then yes! When? Tonight? Wait, I’m working. Tomorrow?”

“I’ll ask her today, but probably this weekend.”

“Oh. That’s so far away.” T.K.’s lip comes out in an adorable pout.

“I think you’ll live,” Carlos says with a chuckle.

The entire firehouse lights up, alarms and sirens blaring as a call comes in. “Oops, gotta go!” T.K. says, kissing him quick and then running back inside.

“He-ey Carlos!” Mateo gives him a wave as he scurries toward the truck. “Good to see you bro!”

“Hey Mateo.” Carlos lifts a hand and waves back.

“Carlos! You gotta come by for dinner if you’re free!” Paul says as he climbs aboard. “I’m making my mama’s gumbo.”

“Another time!” Carlos calls as the engine starts up.

T.K. sticks his head out the engine window as they drive past him. “Bye babe! See you later!”

He can hear the rest of the team wolf whistling and yelling as they go by and feels color flood his face, but not in a shameful way. T.K. called him babe in front of his teammates. In front of his dad. He’s excited to have Carlos in his life.

It’s a new feeling. And it’s one Carlos likes.

At five thirty on Friday night he pulls the Camaro into the Strand driveway and cuts the engine, giving himself a second to breathe and try to relax. His nerves are all over the place. Whatever happens tonight with his family is going to define his relationship with T.K. for the foreseeable future. And he’s honestly not quite sure what to expect.

He’s never brought a boy home before. For a lot of reasons.

Stepping out of the car he’s almost to the door when he hears someone call his name from behind. He turns to see Owen striding up the front walk, Buttercup trundling along behind him on a leash. 

“Captain Strand,” he says, giving him a nod as he joins him at the front door.

“Owen,” the captain says pointedly. “You’re not one of my firefighters.”

“Yes sir.” What is it about this man that makes him break out in a cold sweat?

Owen uses his key to open the front door, unleashing Buttercup who wanders inside in search of a drink from his water bowl. “Come on in,” he says, beckoning Carlos inside. “T.K.!” he yells up the stairs. “Your boyfriend is here!”

“Be down in a minute!” T.K. yells back.

“Can I get you anything?” Owen says as he heads for the kitchen. “I just got this new cleansing juice. It is full of probiotics. Any interest?”

“No, thank you,” Carlos says, just barely biting back the “sir” that forms on his tongue.

Owen shrugs and takes a swig from his own bottle. “So, family dinner tonight?”

“Yes. Just my mom and dad,” Carlos says. “T.K., I don’t know if he told you this, but he helped me out last month when I was injured. My mom kind of thinks he’s a hero.”

“I like her already,” Owen says. “I would love to meet her sometime.”

The cold sweat turns into a cold panic and Carlos opens his mouth to reply, but T.K. comes bounding down the stairs, his shirt a blur of color as he presses a kiss to Carlos’ mouth. “Hi babe,” he says. He’s made incredibly liberal use of the nickname since claiming it. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Carlos says.

“Well you boys have fun,” Owen says. “Have him home by midnight.”

“Dad.” T.K. rolls his eyes.

“Kidding, kidding! Enjoy!”

T.K. follows Carlos out to the car, settling into the passenger seat with ease. “Should I have invited your dad to dinner?” Carlos asks worriedly.

“My dad?” T.K. looks at him in confusion.

“He said he’d like to meet my mom and I realized I could have invited him. Should I go back inside? My mom won’t care if we have one more, she always makes plenty.”

He’s reaching for the door handle, but T.K. puts a hand on his arm. “Carlos my dad is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Carlos asks, still feeling bad. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“It’s so sweet of you to want him to come but…I’d kind of like this night to be just about us. I know I already met your mom, but I haven’t had a chance to get to know her yet. And I haven’t met your dad at all.” He smiles. “I love my dad. But in case you hadn’t noticed, he kind of pulls focus. And I plan to be the center of attention tonight.”

He flashes Carlos a cheeky smile that makes him smile back and eases his guilt. “Okay. But next time. I’m sure my parents would like to meet your dad.”

“Next time,” T.K. agrees. “Now let’s go! I’m starving!”

It’s only about thirty minutes from T.K.’s house to his parents’. T.K. chatters on the whole time about Harry Styles and Jackson Pollock and how New York City has the best water in the entire country. T.K.’s voice is animated and poassionate, but it’s still kind of soothing. Like listening to a podcast.

“Whoa,” T.K. says, stopping mid-stream when they finally turn onto the right street. “Somebody’s having a party.”

“Looks like,” Carlos says, carefully navigating between the cars that are parked along the road. 

And then he spots a familiar pick-up truck followed by an equally familiar minivan and his heart plummets into his stomach. “Oh no,” he says quietly, barely aware that the words have escaped his lips. 

“What?” T.K. asks.

Carlos puts the Camaro into park in his parents’ driveway and looks at T.K. “You remember how I said this dinner was going to be just you and me and my parents?”

“Yeah.”

He nods toward T.K.’s window. “That minivan? That belongs to my sister Ana. That truck over there is my Tía Lucy’s. The Subaru? That’s my Tío Ramón’s.”

Understanding slowly dawns in T.K.’s eyes. “Oh. The party is at your house?”

“I’m afraid so.” Carlos tightens his hands into fists on top of his thighs. “Do you want to leave? This is not what you signed up for.”

“Leave?” T.K. gives him a look like he’s crazy. “Why would we leave?”

“Because my family is big and loud and overwhelming and you were expecting a quiet dinner to get to know my parents?”

“Will there still be tamales?”

“If the kids haven’t eaten them all already.”

That is when the look of concern that Carlos was expecting finally crosses T.K.’s face and he starts to fumble with his seatbelt. “Well okay let’s get in there then!”

“T.K. are you sure—“

“Carlos,” T.K. looks straight into his eyes, deadly serious. “You promised me your mom’s tamales. Nothing is going to keep me from them. I work in a firehouse full of loud, nosy, obnoxious people. They were all there on our first date. Your family doesn’t scare me.” He opens his door. “Now can we please go before all the tamales are gone?”

Carlos has no choice but to get out and follow T.K. to the door even as he is internally panicking about how this is going to go. He’s out to his family. But it’s not something they talk about like…ever. He doesn’t quite know where they all stand on him dating a man, especially some of his more devoutly Catholic tíos and tías.

But T.K. practically bounds up the front steps with the energy of a golden retriever, so Carlos tries to put on a brave face as he pushes open the front door. “Mom! We’re here!” he calls as they step inside.

There’s music going and people talking and laughing, the smell of food in the air. All the feelings of home that Carlos greyed out of his condo for so many years because it was easier to pretend it didn’t exist than it was to invite people in and be rejected.

“Carlitos!”

His mom appears from around the corner, the same floral apron that she’s worn for thirty years covering her outfit. She pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning her eyes to T.K. “T.K.! Welcome! Bienvenidos!” She gives him the same hug and kiss along with an extra pinch on the cheek. “We are so glad to have you here! Come in, come in.”

She shoos him in front of her and Carlos gently grabs her arm. “Mom, I thought you said this was going to be small.”

“It is small mijo.” She looks puzzled. “Tía Dolores and Tía Eduardo are out of town on their cruise.”

His mom would think that having one sister and brother-in-law absent from their party constitutes a small gathering. “I thought it was going to be just you and me and T.K. and Dad,” he clarifies.

“Well I mentioned it to Ana and she wanted to come, so then of course I had to invite Luisa too,” she says. “And then Tía Lucy was over on Sunday and asked about you so I told her you were coming over and she invited herself and then…” she waves a hand, “you know how it goes.”

He does indeed know how it goes. In all honesty, he should have anticipated this. It’s his own fault really that he didn’t see it coming.

He follows his mom and T.K. into the living room and open kitchen where his family is waiting. There’s a chorus of hellos and he receives several hugs around the knees from the kids in the room as his mom introduces T.K.

“Everyone this is T.K.!” his mom says proudly and T.K. gives a little wave to the room.

“Hello,” he says all smiles and sunlight. 

Aware that he only has about three seconds before his family swarms his fledgling of a boyfriend, Carlos grabs T.K.’s hand and steers him out the back door to where his dad is working the grill with a couple of his tíos and cousins.

“Dad?” Carlos says as they approach.

“Carlitos!” His dad hands a pair of tongs over to Tío Lucas and wipes his hands on his apron. “Good to see you.”

“Dad, this is T.K. My boyfriend.” He watches with cautious eyes as his dad takes in this information. He knows his dad knows, his mom definitely told him what tonight was all about, but he’s still nervous about what his dad’s reaction will be.

“Well of course it is!” His dad holds out a hand, grabbing T.K.’s and shaking enthusiastically.

Carlos relaxes, just barely containing a sigh of relief. Not awkward. Good. 

“I’m Gabriel. So nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard you’re quite the superstar firefighter,” his dad continues.

“Well I don’t know about that,” T.K. says, oddly modest, though the color on his cheeks indicates that he’s pleased by this description.

“According to my wife you’re quite something,” Gabriel says. “She was very impressed with how you helped our Carlos.”

“I was happy to do it,” T.K. says, looking at Carlos with soft eyes. Then they drift to something over his shoulder and go wide. “Oh my god! Is that the chicken coop?!”

He almost knocks Carlos over in his haste to head for the far corner of the backyard. Carlos laughs. “We’ll be back,” he tells his dad, then heads over to where T.K. is already kneeling in front of the chicken wire fence, making soft noises at the hens inside.

“Oooh look at you, you’re such a pretty girl aren’t you?” he’s saying when Carlos reaches him. He turns and looks up at Carlos. “What are their names?”

“The black one is Bubbles. The brown is Princess Sparkles. And the white one is Marisol. My niece and nephew named Bubbles and Princess Sparkles. My mom named Marisol.”

“Can I pet them?”

“Um…you can try. They’re not super friendly. They really only like my mom.”

T.K. is already opening the enclosure and picking Bubbles up, cooing softly. “Hi Bubbles. Are you a good girl? Yes you are. Yes you are!”

Carlos watches in amusement as T.K. snuggles each chicken in turn without a single peck. They all cluck softly and let him stroke their feathers, then calmly wander around his feet, searching the dirt for food.

“What are you, some kind of animal whisperer?” Carlos asks.

T.K. shrugs and sets Princess Sparkles down. “Animals are easier to understand than people sometimes. And they’re very, very cute.”

“Boys, oye!” his dad calls, beckoning them back toward the house. “Food is ready. Let’s eat!”

It’s a chaotic night, the way family dinners always are. One of Carlos’ nieces spills an entire glass of milk at the dinner table, Ana loses her car keys only to find them an hour later in the freezer, and T.K. is pulled from one person to the next to be lovingly interrogated. Carlos tries to stay with him, but he keeps getting pulled in a hundred different directions to help with food, find the aforementioned lost keys, move a table from the garage to the living room, and a host of other things.

He does get to sit down long enough to watch T.K. demolish an impressive number of tamales along with a huge portion of arroz con pollo, refried beans, and steak with chimichurri. His mom keeps refilling T.K.’s plate, chatting away with him the entire time, to the point that Carlos is a little worried he might have to take T.K. to the ER to have his stomach pumped.

It’s almost nine o’clock by the time they leave, his mom handing him several tupperwares full of leftovers to take home for him and T.K. “Thank you for coming.” She pulls him close so she can whisper in his ear. “I love him. Make sure you bring him again.”

Those words make Carlos feel like he could crumple to the ground in a ball of tears. The open acceptance of his relationship is overwhelming. When he’d come out to his parents at eighteen it had felt like his entire world was balanced precariously on their reaction and he’s kind of been living that way ever since. Never fully himself, always putting on a front for their comfortability.

“Thank you,” he says, clearing his throat when his voice comes out half cracked.

“T.K.!” his mom throws her arms around him. “You are welcome anytime. You make sure Carlos shares some of that ropa vieja with you; it’s his favorite and if you’re careful he’ll eat it all himself.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure he shares,” T.K. says, throwing him that charming smile that endeared him to the hearts of everyone in this house tonight. 

“You’re quiet,” he says as they drive back to Carlos’, the tupperware sitting in his lap.

“Just thinking,” Carlos says, flashing him a quick smile as they stop at a light.

“Good thoughts? Or bad thoughts?”

Thoughts he can’t say yet. Thoughts about him, his family, T.K., how they all fit together. Maybe someday he’ll be able to share them, but for now he keeps them to himself.

He sends T.K. a flirtier smile. “Thoughts about how I’m going to say thank you for tonight.”

“Ooh,” T.K. smiles and shifts in his seat. “I would say you don’t have to, but I’m very excited to find out what that looks like.”

“You should be.”

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 - 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of kidnapping, mentions of injury and Sid mocking your moans.

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I woke up in Chris's arms, his mask was slightly off centre and I could see his lips.

"Stop staring," he groaned as he sat up.

"Wasn't staring, I have fixated eye syndrome," I said.

"Mhm, sure," he grumbled.

He got out of the bed and walked over to the door, "come on."

I furrowed my brows but followed him despite my grogginess. He took my wrist in his hand and pulled me towards the kitchen before pointing at a seat, "sit."

I did as I was told, guaranteed, I felt somewhat safe around Chris but I still didn't know what any of them were capable of if I didn't obey them. He opened one of the top cabinets and pulled out a first aid kit.

"Couldn't you have done this in your room?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Mick told me he wanted to show you something today so it's better if I do it in here," he shrugged.

"Any heads up on what it is?"

"All he said was he wanted to show you something."

I just nodded and held out my hands to him. He removed the bandages and took a look at them, the swelling had gone down and the bruises had gone a different colour whereas the scabs and cuts were very visible but completely fine.

"You won't need them re bandaged but go careful," he said as he put the box back in the cupboard.

"What happens if I don't?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Attitude," Mick warned as he entered the room, "you need to go get dressed."

I turned to look at him, he was just wearing his mask and a pair of black sweatpants. Me on the other hand, I was still wearing Chris' boxers and shirt. I got up from my seat and shuffled my way through the halls until I reached an open door, I peered inside and saw Sid sat on a roof swing while flicking through a comic.

"Has that one got words, Ivy League?" I smirked.

"Fucking Christ, you scared me," he placed his hand on his chest, "only a few but you said it counts."

I rolled my eyes then studied his room from the door, "you just gonna gawk at me or invite me in?"

"Wanna come in?" He offered.

"Yes, thank you," I replied and sat on his bed, "do you know where Mick is showing me today?"

"Nope. Did you have fun last night?" He smirked.

"What do you mean?" I avoided eye contact.

"Please, Chris. Fuck me, Chris," he mocked me with a laugh.

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth at him.

"Fuck, ahh~ Chris," he continued his mocking.

I got up from his bed and started to walk towards the door, "wait, Y/n don't go. I was just joking."

"Mhm."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

I stopped in my tracks and walked back into his room. I one again looked around, my eyes landing on a sketchbook on his desk, "can I see?"

He nodded and went back to reading his comic. I flipped through the pages, some had drawings of flowers, some had drawings of bugs while others had drawings of... body parts.

"I'm a boob guy," he whispered in my ear.

"Stop doing that!" I gasped and swatted his chest.

"You like them?" He asked pointing to the sketch of boobs.

"They're very real looking, I'll give you that," I nodded slowly.

He rested his head on my shoulder, watching as I flipped through the pages. His arms held my waist tight, I could tell he just wanted some comfort — and I didn't blame him because I did too. However, our wholesome moment was cut short by Mick calling my name.

"Mick needs me but I'll be back," I waved to Sid.

I ran down the hall before running directly into Mick - who was now wearing a plain black shirt- "where were you? And why haven't you changed?" His blue eyes bore into my soul, staring into me as if he wanted to know more about me.

"I couldn't find my room," I replied shyly. I'm not gonna lie, Mick scared me - he was at least six foot five with black hair and blue eyes. Every time he looked at me, his eyes held one emotion — what emotion it was was hard to determine without seeing the rest of his face. It could be anything from hatred to admiration or annoyance to lust.

"It's just down here," he replied, grabbing my arm and leading me to a door with so many fucking locks on the outside.

"What should I wear?" I looked up at him.

"There should be a knitted sweater in there, so wear that with anything," he said before closing the door behind me.

I went over to the closet in the corner of the room and opened it to find a few of my clothes from my house and some clothes I hadn't seen before and amongst all of them was one knitted sweater. I grabbed that along with a pair of mid-rise jeans and my favourite Converse shoes.

"Im dressed!" I yelled to Mick on the other side of the door.

He let me out and held my wrist tight, pulling me towards two big wooden doors.

"I thought I'd take you out to the garden today, Clown gave me the green light to," he said, this time, a smile was evident in his eyes and slightly on his lips from what I could see.

I also smiled, for the first time in what felt like ages, I was finally allowed to go outside.

From the second I stepped foot outside, I didn't want to leave. I could hear the birds, I could see the sky and the minimal clouds, I could smell the fresh rain that must've fallen the previous night and most importantly of all, I could feel again. I could feel like a human and not just an object that had been stolen, I could feel... feelings again — happiness, anger, contentment and fear. "Look here," Mick said as he dragged me - again - towards a flower bed.

"Are these your flowers?" I asked while inspecting all the different kinds.

"Yep, all of us got to add a couple pieces to the house that we thought you'd like and I chose these and something else you'll see later," he replied.

"Mick, they're lovely!" I beamed as I hugged him tightly.

I could tell he was unsure about the hug but he nonetheless hugged me back, rubbing soothing circles on my back with his thumb.

Once again, our sweet moment was cut short by someone yelling our names.

[dreadfutures]

happy fridayyyyy💜💜💜 a dadwc prompt for young!Ixchel: her reaction to Fairbanks' death

Thank you mer ;-;

For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Charter & Ixchel Lavellen

Warnings: Allusion to Ixchel's death at the end

-:-:-

"—that's all I know at the moment, lumina."

Dorian's voice crested and fell as it came out of the crystal Ixchel held in her hand; he had not ceased pacing since he called her to tell her the news.

She squeezed the crystal to prepare it for her response. "I hope this doesn't bring you too much scrutiny, Dorian," she said softly. "I'm sure it won't take them long to tie Fairbanks to the Inquisition."

"They might not," he mused.

Ixchel leaned her forehead against her window and sighed. "They might not, but we should," she said. "His wife deserves to have a body to bury."

Dorian was quiet a moment, and then the crystal glowed dimly, and he said, "That's very kind of you, Ixchel."

She knew by now how her kindness could inconvenience people, but somehow, when Dorian said it, she did not feel so much a burden. She felt precious for it.

She sighed.

"Thank you, Dor."

"Couldn't you just send the Nightingale's little protege?" Dorian asked, only a tiny bit petulant. "'Oh no, someone has conveniently made this very inconvenient body disappear!'"

"You want me to send another elf to Tevinter?" Ixchel asked flatly.

Dorian's side of the crystal remained painfully silent.

"I love you, lethallin, but I don't want to risk my friend being caught and sold like chattel," she said. "I will ask her what we can organize among our other friends without starting an Exalted March against the northern blood mages. Maybe we can arrange for a pick-up point somewhere. Or maybe Charter can tell Leliana to go get her dead spy herself."

She loosened her fist enough to stop the crystal from transmitting her groan of frustration, and she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Please?" Dorian asked after a moment.

Ixchel snorted. "Anything for you, my lord."

"Ooh! The titles come out, I see. Well then, I will attempt to handle my end of things while you put on your Inquisitor hat, my lady." He paused. "I will call again when I have a safe moment to."

"I hope it's soon," she said.

Dorian sighed. "Me too, lumina."

Ixchel tucked the crystal back into her shirt and headed down from her quarters. She tried not to pay attention to how many of the tower's rooms were empty, but it was inescapable thing as she counted down the floors to where Charter now resided. Cassandra's rooms—cleared out entirely. Josephine and Leliana's were much the same. Varric's still had some of his belongings, so that he might have an excuse to visit (but he hadn't, thus far). Vivienne had never truly moved in to her own, and neither had Thom. Dorian's was exactly the same as he'd left it, but somehow that hurt more.

Solas and Bull had never resided in the tower, but she still thought of them as she descended the stairs. Bull's room in the old guardhouse had never been personal, just like he had never been personal. Bas.

And of course, Solas—

"Ah, my lady," Charter said, interrupting Ixchel's bitter descent. The spy seemed to be returning to her room from the main hall, and she seemed concerned to find Ixchel coming toward her. "Were you looking for me?"

"Yes," Ixchel said grimly.

Charter unlocked her door quickly, but Ixchel knew better than to follow. First, the elf had to deactivate several traps and tricks, and once it was safe, she popped her ginger head back out to summon Ixchel inside.

Ixchel immediately went to her usual perch on the heavily-locked chest Charter kept at the foot of her bed, and Charter leaned against her closed door, both for a quick exit and to keep an ear out for eavesdroppers beyond the portal. With a nod from Charter, Ixchel began her story.

She explained what Dorian had relayed, as minimal as it was. As she spoke she toyed with the cords of her necklaces, shifting them around with her one hand until they were tidy and the knots lined up at the back of her neck.

Anxiety mounted within her as she saw Charter's brow crease in the faintest of frowns. Something about this stank, and Ixchel felt that she was becoming too accustomed to the scent of betrayal for it to be healthy.

She wasn't the Inquisitor anymore. She was not supposed to have anything to betray anymore.

But she also was not supposed to be sending people into danger any longer, either.

Charter proposed several plans of action as soon as Ixchel opened the floor to her input, and Ixchel did her best to focus on them. But in the back of her mind, she could not help the risk calculation for each and every option.

When they had settled on something, Charter made no indication that Ixchel should leave. Instead, she went to her desk and began to work on a letter to Leliana, and Ixchel realized with a pang that at some point, her spy had become accustomed to Ixchel's presence in her room. Besides a 'my lady' here and there, the formalities and awkwardness of their early acquaintance were gone.

They were not far apart in age, and now status barely separated them, either.

They were friends.

Ixchel had said as much to Dorian, but perhaps she had never realized that Charter might feel the same about her.

"Wait," Ixchel said suddenly.

She jumped to her feet and joined Charter at her desk, as the woman leaned back in her chair, curiosity the only emotion evident on her face.

Ixchel ducked her head and pulled one of the necklaces off. It got stuck in her hair, but Charter knew better than to try and untangle it for her, and it took only a moment or two before Ixchel had managed to extricate herself.

"Please wear this," Ixchel said, every muscle in her body tensed for rejection. "It was a gift from Zevran Arainai. The former Crow. It's a—"

"A superb lifeward amulet," Charter finished.

Ixchel's jaw snapped shut, tight. She nodded.

Charter covered Ixcehl's hand in her own, not looking at the amulet. "This is a princely gift," Charter said. "I'm humbled by the offer. But the Qun, and Fen'Harel, and the Venatori, and many others still view you as a threat to be elminated, my—"

"If you don't take it, and something happens to you, I assure you I will break it long before the Qun has a chance," Ixchel blurted.

Charter's gaze softened.

"If it will make me more effective in your continued service, then… Thank you, Ixchel," she said, and she took the amulet.

Ixchel did not take another breath until Charter had secured the cord around her neck and tucked the artifact beneath her blouse. Then, Ixchel nearly wilted, and she nodded gratefully at Charter.

-:-:-

When the Inquisitor died, Charter could not help but feel partly responsible. The weight of it hung around her neck like a millstone. Every moment that she lived, the amulet was a reminder that the Inquisitor did not.

Charter knew it was foolish. If Ixchel had wanted this so badly, nothing would have stopped her from taking the necklace off. It would not have leaped out of her drawer, or wherever she would have stuffed it, and absorbed the poison that the former Inquisitor had imbibed.

But it was not really the lifeward amulet's presence on her neck that caused the guilt. It was the words that had accompanied it. The black threat indicated something far more pernicious than an assassination plot, and Charter had not heeded it.

She had been too busy trying to make herself useful. To be effective. To be a tool.

Ixchel Lavellan had given her this amulet as a friend, and Charter had never allowed herself to imagine that could be true.

Ixchel Lavellan had died alone, but she had been dying for some time, Charter thought. And Charter had done nothing to change that.

The Inquisition's last Spymaster brought the news to the feet of Fen'Harel, and if others might have chided her for having a death wish…they would have been right.

But the lifeward amulet broke, instead, when she startled Fen'Harel, and in the end—he allowed her to walk free, her message delivered.

As Charter retraced her steps through the eluvians, and the alleys, and the forest interludes, and made her way back to allied territory, she found herself clutching at her chest not in pain, but for stability.

She was still alive. She had failed the Inquisitor once, but she would not disappoint her again.

[forebodingprophet]

Moirai || Clotho C5P1

As soon as they rematerialized, Anastasios took out the fox’s Pokéball.  He leapt back and snarled in response, clearly not happy with the idea.

“Look, it’s just until I get to where I need to go,” Anastasios explained, holding the orb in his palm.  “It’s not even that far, but you stand out way too much here, and I need to move quickly.”

“Not going!” the fox spat.

“Look, I’m not in as much of a hurry as before, but I still need to move quickly, and people are going to report me if they see I have something as menacing as you.”

“Then change!”

“What-”  Before Anastasios could ask for clarification, the fox’s body gradually grew vague, like he himself was made of a colorful haze.  When he finally started to come back into focus, he took the form of a young teen about Anastasios’ age in clothes that looked like a commoner’s from the old world.

“… Can you fix your clothes to be more like mine?  No one wears that anymore.”  Jeans were hardly commercially available, and the shirt devised had a design that was obviously printed on. 

The boy scoffed, sounding younger now than his usual gravelly speech, and brought a dark hand up to furiously scratch at his fluffy white and purple hair. 

“Aren’t you ever satisfied?” he snarled.

“No.  But with some more current clothes, this will suffice,” Anastasios replied.  “In addition, we can work out the new terms of our contract on the way.  Keep in mind, though, that, if at any point you try to renege and make a break for it, it's back in the ball.”

“No running,” he spat.  “Won’t run.  Need to meet portrait lady!”

“… We’ll talk about that as we go.”  Anastasios hefted Skíri in his arms and motioned for the fox boy to follow.  “So, your only request is that you be allowed to meet with the woman you saw in the portrait, is that correct?”

“YES!  WANNA MEET!” he yelled, half enthusiastic, half angry.

“Are you aware of how old that portrait is?  She could be dead for all you know.”  That made the fox pause.  Clearly he hadn’t considered that. 

“… Then why is there a picture?”

“Because she’s our progenitor’s sister, amongst other things.”

The fox boy dug his clawed fingers into his pants, threatening to tear the non-existent fabric, and bit his lip.  He was using his illusions to mess with his Ultrareality again, but it didn’t take a Seer to tell that he was deeply hurt by the prospect.  Anastasios had every opportunity to just insist Aria was dead, and then their contract would end here.  However, that’d only come back to bite him later, he was sure.  Princess Aria yet lived.  So long as both her and this fox remained immortal, there was a chance that they would cross paths.  Regardless of Aria’s benevolence towards his house, this fox would certainly seek out some kind of revenge.  In addition, keeping a bodyguard for a while longer was of benefit to him.  He didn’t have to worry about any members of the house coming after him, but he was walking into the lion’s den alone.  Of that he was acutely aware.  He needed everything he could get.

“… I’ll grant you one mercy and inform you that she lives.”  The fox’s head bolted to attention, and Anastasios paused to swerve away from the town gate, opting instead to lead them along the stone barrier built to try and limit the Pokémon that might try to make their way inside.  “Her visits have dwindled over the centuries, but she and her remaining siblings are still benefactors for our house.  They’re part of the reason we’re able to maintain our independence after splitting from Kalos.  However, I can promise at least one visit during my lifetime.”  Since she’d clearly agreed with Celia about him being Esaias reincarnated, there was no way she’d be content to leave him until he passed.  Doubly so since she’d also met Hikaze, although whether or not the two boys would ever meet again was up in the air right now.  Even if they were best friends, Anastasios was sure that Hikaze probably hated him.  Given Kazuya’s history with Esaias, Anastasios might be able to fix it if he tried, but, with the current circumstances, he wasn't inclined to.

“When?”

“When what?  Use your words properly,” Anastasios stated.

“When come?” the fox boy growled.

“Dunno,” Anastasios said.  “And I can’t invite her until we deal with our current problem.  It may be a few years.” 

The boy balked, releasing several noises of discontent that might have been swear words if he’d known how to use them. 

“You should take that as a boon,” Anastasios advised, stopping at a grate in the wall that had originally been built in for drainage and prying it off.  “As you are now, you have neither the manners nor enough trust to even be permitted in her line of sight.  If you truly wish to meet her, I’ll have you undergo a very thorough education.”

“Don’t want!  Just need to meet!”

Anastasios weaseled his slim form into the gap, just barely managing to pull himself through and come out in a dim alley before offering the slightly larger fox a hand to help him do the same.

“You don’t have a choice.  Those are the terms.  In addition, I’ll be having you extend your bodyguard duty until we return to the house.  If you don’t run now, I won’t let you have another chance.” 

The fox hesitated, clearly debating between that thing which he most desired and a sweet freedom that he hadn’t known in centuries.  If he ran now, he could always try to find her himself, but how long would that take?  Maybe he could just get a general location from him…

“Where?  Look myself!” the fox boy spat.

“Why would I tell you that?” Anastasios asked.  “Telling you serves me no benefit, and I don’t want someone who tried to kill me knowing where someone I care about lives.  That should be common sense.  And even if you did find her, she has a guard at all times.  They’d never let you anywhere near her.”  Each new statement stabbed the fox boy like a knife.  He hated that this human boy knew how to make good points.  Anastasios’ hand remained outreached, but it felt like that hand was also saying that the offer was still open.

“What kind of education?” the fox boy asked hesitantly.

“You'll be given the same education that any member of House Ofthalmós is subject to.  You’ll learn math, science, languages, and history- although the last one may seem meaningless to someone who’s lived through it, but these aren’t topics you can afford to ignore.  In addition, I’ll have you learn how to conduct yourself in high society, which will mean learning human manners and decorum.  Only the most esteemed of individuals is allowed in her presence.  I cannot afford to bring someone ignorant to the types of events she frequents outside our manor.” 

The fox boy frowned and hesitated, but then begrudgingly reached through the opening, wrapping dark, taloned fingers around Anastasios’ olivine wrist and allowing the boy to pull him through.

“We have an agreement then?  You’ll protect me until our return, and, in exchange, I’ll educate you and help you meet Lady Aria?”

The fox boy nodded.

“Confirm with your words.  I won’t have you trying to say you never said ‘yes’ later,” Anastasios said pointedly.  The fox boy scowled again but obeyed.

“Fine, yes, agree!” he spat.

“Great.  Now we have to hurry.  I’ve already lost a day to bureaucratic nonsense.”  Anastasios made for Hikaze’s house, silently hoping it was still empty. 

“You also have the house chasing after you, Stasi.  There’s no way they’re not far behind,” Celia reminded him from his shadow teasingly.  The sudden intrusion startled the fox boy.  He'd heard her in the hidden passage of the house, but he’d forgotten she was there until now, and he raised his raised his hackles in alarm.  That response only seemed to make her laugh.  Anastasios opted not to tell him that it wasn’t because she’d seen him do it.

“The House won’t be a problem.  I have something in place for them,” Anastasios assured her.  “All I had to do was get out.”

“Well, now you’ll also have to find your way back though,” Celia sighed.  “Now, pray tell, when did my cute little pet find the time to set up another dastardly scheme aside from this one?”

Anastasios couldn’t hold back the smirk that took over his face.

“While our gluttonous family god was stuffing herself with her fifth dessert helping of the evening, I got paid a little visit.  Papous isn’t the only one who gets a say in where I go and what I do.”

“Oh how I wish I could have stayed to witness Heron getting the rug pulled out from under him,” Celia sighed, clearly imagining the messy scene in her head.  The fox wrinkled his nose in confusion, but if Celia or Anastasios noticed, neither of them clarified.

“But what’s about to happen will be so much more interesting,” Anastasios assured Celia.

“Always is with you around, my pet.”

“Because I’m both exhausted and in a good mood, I’ll let that one slide.  But just this once.”  He wanted to feel bad for his grandfather, but it was hard to do when the man had so clearly intended to dangle what the boy wanted right in front of him just to rip it away and lock him in the house.  Anastasios just used the line he used the dangle the bait to tangle up his feet a little.  It was the least he should be allowed.

◊

Heron and the rest of the members of the house who’d come to the teleportation point all stood shocked for several moments.  The house was a safe haven and a prison- one that most inmates were reluctant to leave. They were all taught from infancy what types of horrors awaited them if they tried to leave the house without proper preparations.  A majority did study outside the house, either to practice a trade or find a spouse even if they weren't an investigator, but there were numerous safety nets involved every time.  Contingencies for contingencies.  Even if they were nervous, they were mostly safe.  Even still, only the oh so special house investigators and those who were truly fed up with the way the house operated were the only ones who could leave with so little consideration for what may befall them.  Anastasios was not only not an investigator, the type of job that Anastasios had fled to do, but was also their much-anticipated future leader who had already spent so much of his new life trying to right the twisted ways the house had fallen under.  Heron had all but already handed the position over to him.  And he had, in their eyes, flown readily into a blazing fire.  With nary a shred of the fear that they now felt themselves.  As was expected of him as Patriarch, Heron was the first to gather himself.

“We know where he’s going.  There must be another Pokémon with that city as its teleportation point.  Find it and bring him back.  He cannot be allowed to fall into enemy hands.”  Anastasios was a valuable member of House Ofthalmós in every sense of the term.  The boy held power and knowledge that even kings would kneel for.  Despite the well-known practice House Ofthalmós had of not marrying into other families regardless of gender, Heron had gotten countless letters not just from nobility but even royalty to try to set Anastasios up with their daughters- many thinly veiled as tea party invitations or networking events amongst young nobles, but invitations with obvious motives nonetheless.  If word got out that Anastasios had made his way into a black-market auction as an item for sale, it could tip the scales of war.  But, above all, despite his attitude, Anastasios was Heron’s precious grandson.  There was no way he could allow harm to come to the boy.

Heron continued to bark orders to the other, still stunned, members of the house for several moments until a hand clapped him on the shoulder.

“Everyone can calm down, he has permission to go out, it’s fine.  You can make preparations, father, but I think you can leave this matter to him.”  Heron turned to scowl at the speaker- a man of fair complexion, chestnut hair, and almond eyes.  An appearance that couldn’t be linked to the house no matter how hard you looked at him. 

“Niall.  You may be my son-in-law, but you’re overstepping.  Anastasios can’t be allowed to go anywhere near this,” Heron replied with a scowl.

“That’s odd…  He told me he’d gotten your permission.  If he could find a reasonable bodyguard aside from the Lady, then he’d be allowed to do as he pleased; is that not what you agreed on?” the younger man asked, stroking his well-trimmed beard with feigned confusion.

“It was not actually meant to happen.  Both he and I understood that.”

“Oh, but patér, you forget the kind of child he is,” chuckled another man, this one much more closely resembling House Ofthalmós’ famed appearance- Anastasios’ uncle, Yiorgos. 

“And you, I know you reported to him first.  You know you were supposed to report to us together so that he could remain under my watchful eye.  Why did you explicitly disobey me?”

“Come on, patér~  You basically taunted the kid.  That was hardly fair,” Yiorgos replied.

“So you instead lead him straight to the flame?!?!” the Patriarch roared. 

“Heron,” Niall said, getting his father-in-law’s attention again.  “Anastasios may be your heir, but he’s also my son.  When my adorable son who never makes any unreasonable demands and is constantly perfect and self-reliant in every way finally needs a bit of help, what else can I possibly do?  He never acts out; let him be a teenager.”

“This isn’t just being a rebellious teenager, Niall!  Do you have any idea what could happen if he falls into their hands?!  It’d be bedlam!  No one of any power can be allowed to lay hands on that boy!  He’s only a teenager!  His powers aren’t even fully developed yet!  What could he possibly do?!”

“Do you believe the Lady when she claims my son is your Progenitor reborn?” Niall asked.

“That’s beside the point!  I don’t want my grandson to have to be in that kind of situation!  How can you say you’d be willing to let that happen to your son?”

“I’ve known for a long time that boy isn’t normal.  But he’s still my son,” Niall said, ignoring Heron’s answer.  “He asked me for a favor for the first time since he was born, Heron.  How could I say no?  I’m surprised that you could.”

Heron’s brows knitted together, and his mouth formed a tight frown.  His fingers curled into fists.  Throwing more people at this wasn’t the answer either, he knew that.  It was only liable to get more members of the house placed in danger.

“We should at least try to keep track of him though.  Someone should monitor him through his room until we can properly bring him back,” Heron stated.  Those around him exchanged glances.  It was an implicit rule that the bedrooms of each member of the house were sacred places.  Cases like what happened with Théo were an exception: so long as they didn’t need to know, no one pried.  It helped keep the peace somewhat.  It didn’t completely stop their powers from prying into each other, but it helped mitigate it at least.  But no one had ever pried into Anastasios before, nor did they want to.  No one was sure what they’d see, and they didn’t want to find out.

“I’ll do it,” Yiorgos volunteered.  “After all, I did enable the boy, even if he’s not aware of it.”  Anastasios had been convinced that Yiorgos was on Heron’s side their entire time talking, and he’d worked hard to make it seem that way.  Lies were impossible in House Ofthalmós, but masking intentions was easy- a trick that the teen still hadn’t realized yet.  If he’d made it clear they were on the same side, Anastasios might not have made his getaway properly, thinking he actually had an ally in the house that could help.  Plus, he didn’t need that much of a scolding from his own father.

“You will keep me apprised of his status every morning.  Is that clear?” Heron said sternly. 

“Of course, patér,” Yiorgos sighed, scratching his head.  “I don't want anything bad happening to my cute nephew either, you know.”

Heron held in another outburst.  How could these people, his own family, claim to want nothing to happen to him but still willingly send him into the fire?

“Everyone back to what you were doing,” Heron barked.  “We still have a lot to do.  This isn’t over.”

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The sound of rattling metal and echoing footsteps jolted Théo awake.  It took a moment for him to remember, but he quickly remembered that he was in the dungeon of an old, abandoned fortress on the outskirts of Old Kalos.  When had he fallen asleep?  He suppressed the urge to groan at the intense ache in his body from laying on the cold stone and glanced over at his companion.  The boy next to him was sleeping soundly.  Arceus only knew how with how hard his “bed” was. Maybe, after so long like that, he’d just gone numb.  Or his body was trying to recover from the multiple beatings he’d gotten.  Théo moved to sit in front of Hikaze just as a dim lantern came into view.  He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved when he saw that it was the man called “Minoru”.

“How’s he holding up?” Minoru asked, seemingly rather concerned.  It was the least he could be considering he’d raised the boy, as far as Théo was concerned, but Théo wasn’t sure he could be honest about his condition.

“He’s recovering,” Théo replied, trying to sound optimistic.  “The makeup job isn’t perfect but the facial swelling has gone down a lot.  He should at least look presentable in a couple of days.” 

Minoru put a hand on his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank Arceus.  When Raoul just started wailing on him, I got concerned.  He doesn’t hold back.”

“Then you should have stopped him.  Hikaze’s just a kid.  Most kids can’t take that kind of beating.”  Truthfully, Hikaze couldn’t either.  If he didn’t get proper medical attention, there might even be permanent damage.  The swelling had gone down, yes, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t other internal injuries that Théo couldn’t account for.  He’d seen that kick in the wagon.  The boy had probably gotten even more than that before Théo even came into the picture.

“I’m not in any position to defy him,” Minoru replied.  “If I try, we'd both just end up dead in a gutter.  It’s better for both of us if I at least try to placate him a little,” Minoru pointed out.

Théo didn’t respond.  He still felt like Minoru could have done more for his son before it got to this point.  Why did it take Raoul saying he was going to dispose of the boy for him to step in?  Something just wasn’t adding up for Théo, but he didn't have the abilities to figure it out right now.

“Well, he’ll at least be sellable.  After that, though, its out of my hands.”  Théo watched as Minoru seemed to puzzle over something for a few moments, the flickering of the dim lantern obscuring his true expression.

“Actually,” he said finally, “I’m planning on taking him out of here.  We can't leave the organization right away, but his mother and I don’t want what Raoul has in store for him.”

Théo couldn't hold in a scoff.

“If you can't stand it for your own offspring, I can't fathom how you can force it on others.”  Théo felt a chill as something dangerous flashed across Minoru’s eyes.  It was brief, but the hatred he felt from the man could almost curdle blood.  And then the malice was gone, like it’d never even been there in the first place.

“That's just how it is in this business,” Minoru replied with an almost regretful smile and a shrug.  “Your people should know that by now.”  A bit of the previous malice returned, this time in his words, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful as his gaze had been.

“House Ofthalmós uses its powers to maintain the global balance,” Théo stated defensively.  “We don't “trample just because we can.” 

Minoru scoffed, clearly not taking the words seriously.

“Anyway, give Hikaze this when he wakes up.”  Théo held out his hands, and Minoru reached through the bars and dropped some small brown squares in Théo’s hand.  “Give those to Hikaze.  They're his favorite.”  Minoru also set down two flasks of water before walking off.  Théo looked down at his hand. In it were three small, misshapen hard candies.  Caramels?  Théo was tempted to put one in his mouth to test it, but, if they really were the boy’s favorite, that would be pretty mean, given his state.  Théo opted to deposit them in one of the now empty wooden bowls whose contents he'd used to treat Hikaze earlier and scooted it over into a dim corner nearby so that it wouldn't get confiscated if Raoul came by.

Minoru returned back up the stairs, leaving behind the damp cool air of the cellar of the fort’s prison.  Their organization had taken over this abandoned fort that had once been a stronghold of the Kalosian border but had fallen in the war.  Kalos, like many other countries, had been horrifically overwhelmed by Amara’s armies, but the true blow had been their failure to bring House Ofthalmós in line.  Instead, they lost an entire battalion to the demon that possessed that house, crippling their military.  And then to add insult to injury, instead of hrlping those who were struggling, House Ofthalmós focused on saving their own skins.  Any support they’d been offering until that point virtually dried up, and Unova had suffered immensely for it.  If it weren't for that, then…

Minoru’s ears caught the echoing sound of distant arguing as it bounced off the crumbling stone walls, and he followed it to his destination.  As he got closer, it became clearer that both voices were female.  He was relieved that neither were Raoul.  Arguing with him never went well, and especially not with the mood he was in right now.  But Helvi, the woman who’d played the role of Hikaze’s other, had probably tried to convince her older sister, Hestie, who had been playing the role of his aunt, to try and talk to Raoul about his decision to dispose of Hikaze.  It was a genuinely poor decision on multiple levels, but Raoul held too much power for them to try and offer their own ideas, and he was too self-absorbed to take suggestions from anyone else.  The only person he cozied up to was that man, and that was purely because he was their leader.  Raoul was a dangerous combination of power-hungry, narcissistic, and opportunistic with just enough stupidity to destroy any carefully crafted plan he touched but enough luck to be able to walk away unscathed every time.  Minoru genuinely hated working under him and had known as soon as he was told to relocate that the careful plan he’d been given to follow and had obeyed for over ten years would all come apart sooner rather than later.

“Come on, please just talk to him,” Helvi pleaded as Minoru turned the corner into the mess hall.  “If anyone can convince him, it’s you!  You’re his partner!  You two have worked together for years!  Surely he’ll at least consider it if it's from you!”

“But why would I?” Hestie shot back.  “He’s the one who makes the decisions around here.  It's not our job to question him!  Don’t tell me you’ve gotten soft now and started thinking he’s actually your son?”

“You’re not the one who had to raise him!  Why should I toss away eleven years of my life and what should have been an excellent plan to finally have a leg up on those damned Eyes of Arceus because that fool can’t be patient enough to put up with a child?!”

“Then you do it!  You tell him his plan is ridiculous.  See how far it gets you.  Besides, we can just try again when the next generation pops out their brats.”

“And do what?  Murder the whole family until we get one who’ll do what we want?  Then we’ll have the Kantonian Emperor breathing down our necks for taking his pawns!  And we can’t keep waiting decades at a time for a new opportunity.  You’ve seen the drive they’ve gotten since that royalbrat they call their Progenitor reborn was born- they’ll be back to being a world power in no time!  Already that’ve had more contact with the Isle of Ray than they have in the last several decades!  We won’t be able to do anything to nip it in the bud at this rate!”

“And you thought one child would change that?”

“Maybe not, but then at least his children could-”

“Face it, Helvie, Raoul is right.  It was a garbage plan from the start.  It's better to just scrap the whole thing.  Did you really want to dedicate another ten years to a kid that's not even yours?”

“It’s not about that!  What about the ten years I already put in?!”

Well, it wasn’t like Minoru didn’t understand that argument.  Here they’d been saddled with a mission neither of them cared for that had been a gamble to begin with and ultimately having to deal with it being torched because of their incompetent superior’s impatience and inability to deal with kids.

“Give it up, Hestie, we already managed to nab a few of them.  One of them even agreed to cooperate!  Why should we need to rely on some other house’s abilities when we can just use their own against them, and all it’ll take is one generation.  You said it yourself: they’re getting too powerful again too quickly- better to fight fire with fire.”  Helvie waved her off and folded her arms, making it clear she was done with the conversation.

“Helvie-!”

“Now now, Hestie, Helvie’s right.  What Raoul says goes, and we all knew this was a gamble from the beginning.  We don’t even know if he inherited the ability, and trying to raise him normal because of that was only going to make it that much harder to bring him around when the time came,” Minoru said, cutting in.  Hestie glared daggers at him.  She thought they’d been on the same side!  They’d just talked about this a couple hours ago too!  Helvie made a smug sound of satisfaction as she curled her lips in a smirk, satisfied that she’d gotten one over on her younger sister again, before walking away.  As soon as she was out of earshot though, Hestie turned her rage on her ‘husband’. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Hestie spat, trying hard not to raise her voice to keep it from echoing down the hall.

“Watch your mouth,” Minoru spat.  “Women shouldn’t cuss like that.”

“I’ll cuss however I damn well please!” Hestie hissed.  “You made me look like an idiot!  What happened to us being in agreement about trying again with Hikaze?  We both thought it was a viable plan, and now you’re making it sound like we never should have tried in the first place!”

“I had to get you to stop somehow.  Imagine if Helvie knew what we were thinking and told Raoul- then we’d all be on the chopping block.  I get why you wanted her on your side- you’re family-, but she’s too loyal to him.  She doesn’t see how insane he is.” 

Hestie scrunched up her face but recoiled.  She’d, admittedly, never held a particular amount of concern for the boy who was supposed to be her child, but the way Raoul had suddenly snapped and beaten him within an inch of his life over a child’s spat had made her freeze- too horrified to even act.  Yes, he was their pawn, but that level of brutality against a child?  One who was supposed to be such a rare and valuable tool no less?

“So what, we’re just going to steal him back out from under Raoul’s nose?  Then it’ll be like we’re the traitors who didn’t follow orders!  We’d be kicked out and chased down until we’re all dead- there’d be no point!”

“Relax, I already sent a Pidove to him explaining the situation.  I doubt Raoul’s had that level of forethought.  With any luck, we’ll be the ones getting lauded with praise while he gets demoted for ruining the plan.  If I get a return message telling us to call it off, then there’s not much we can do, but I doubt he’ll be keen to let something so rare get pawned off to someone else.  The royal brat’s attendant on the other hand will be an issue.”  They’d all seen the way the Ofthalmós man they’d just taken had stood his ground in front of Raoul to protect Hikaze.  While Minoru was grateful for the opportunity it afforded him, it also likely meant that the man wouldn’t let Hikaze be whisked away so easily.  “You can make more of those candies, right?”

“Here?” Hestie asked, incredulous.  “I can barely get a fire lit in this place, let alone keep a stove!”

“Well try to see if you can.  If not that, then something else the kid will readily eat.  He might not come with us willingly otherwise.”  Hikaze was stupid, but he'd likely seen that his parents wouldn’t stick up for him, so Minoru wouldn't be surprised if there was a lack of trust now.  But the boy was still a child.  Children could be easily swayed with kind words and treats, and that was precisely what he intended to do.  Ideally, he'd like to separate him from the Ofthalmós man, but given the man's treatment of him, neither were likely to make that easy, and he didn’t want to be making unnecessary enemies of anyone right now. 

“You know you’re asking a lot, right?  Making candy under that psycho’s nose?”

“If he causes you trouble, just show him this.”  Minory tossed her a small satchel.  When she opened it, dozens of folded paper triangles were inside. 

“… Am I supposed to add these?”

“Only to the final batch.  This is Plan A, after all.”

Hestie gave a breathy laugh and closed the satchel.

“Remind me again why you aren’t the one in charge?”

“It’s not for a lack of trying.”

[peachenle]

I AM FINALLY HERE OMG so sorry for the long time waiting feedback/comment on CAPTAIN'S LOG ahem

And you did not want to be caught in the mess of policemen shining flashlights into mascara stained faces.

LMFAO I'LL BE HONEST been there before LOLOL minus the mascara stained faces fhnjkdasfdjskasjkd

“I think you have a problem, another weekend like this and you’re going to have to pay for my liver transplant,” you said to Yunjin when you returned.

OMG me to my friends back then when they would party every weekend jhdsadjskaajksd i'd get a text every Thursday, "wanna drink this weekend?" i had to start lying to stay home lmao

“Oh, sorry babe - didn’t see you there,” snickered one of the boys.

BABE? I'M ABOUT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT RN DHJSAKHDJAK

Seeing him up close, there was no point in denying that he was cute, especially with the furrow in his brow he wore due to the thought of his friends.

the way i fangirled and gushed because his brows furrowing BYE

your internal facepalm for trying to make a pass at the cute boy from the circ desk

ASDFGHJK GIRRRRRRRRRRRRL SMOOTH but too soon

He smiled, and leaned in closer to make sure you heard each other, “Library, right?”

THIS AINT EVEN SUNGHOON AND I STILL BLUSHED BYE

You cringed seeing the line of people all waiting for the bathroom.

THE TRUTH IN THIS OMG

You turned around to meet eyes with Sunghoon’s neck, he was awfully close. He took a half step back upon seeing your surprised eyes, but gave you a smile.

OH MY GOD SGFDHAJDAJKSDK i would have freaked tf out and probably pee in my pants right then and there lolol

His white shirt was loosely buttoned, revealing several inches of his chest, his skin smooth. Sunghoon leaned down to whisper, “If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” He smelled strongly of coconut rum, explaining his boldness.

THE WAY I LET OUT A GOD DAMN SHRIEKING SCREAM! DGHJSAKHDJKASH GOODBYE SUNGHOON I AM LEAVING

10:10 - LADIES SHOT HAHA

IDK WHY BUT I LAUGHED SO LOUD AT THIS HAHAHAHA

11:12 pm - FUCK I MISSED 11:11, but I still wish for pu$$y

WHO WROTE THIS? JAKE? LMAOOOOOO i am fucking wheezing byeeeeeeeeeee

11:30 pm please I beg of a crumb of puss for my boy Jay please add him on snap here: jjongseong420

NOT THE 420 HAHAHAHAHAHA i am crying WHO MADE THIS LOG? this is way too funny oh lord

Sunghoon didn’t take the hint and laughed out loud, “Holy shit, was that Heeseung?”

NAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR DHJSAKHDJAKSHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY EYES

“I know our hockey team is mostly composed of skinny boys, which is already unusual… But you?” Your eyes traced down his slim figure, “A coach?”

and the roasting begins LOLOL i freaken let out an ugly ass laugh on this part. WORTH ROASTING

“Damn, I didn’t think you could get any hotter,” you blurted out, honestly surprised. Usually you’d feel at least some regret admitting that, but the way Sunghoon’s ears burned red? Priceless.

WHAT A PUNK DHJASKDHAJKSHSA I LOVE THIS

It was he who made the first move, his hand pressing lightly on your thigh as he leaned towards you. You fluttered your eyes shut, fully anticipating his lips against yours, only to open your eyes in confusion a few seconds later after nothing. He was biting his lip to not burst out laughing, his hand now stroking the top of your thigh. “Sorry, I just- it’s fun to tease.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IM GONNA PUNCH THIS ASSHOLE LMAO HOW DID I KNOW IT WAS GONNA BE FAKE AND IT IS! PARK SUNGHOON, COME HERE YOU DICK!

“Be careful. The people under the balcony might hear you.”

“Jeez, Sunghoon, are you an exhibitionist or something?” You teased.

EXACTLY! STFU, SUNGHOON! GIRL, GET YO MAN!

And as you felt his fingers slip inside of you, the door swung open, another busy pair of bodies stumbling towards the bed. And, obviously in the darkness, you screamed, but so did Sunghoon. And so did the other couple. “Wait… Sunghoon?” The guy said, his voice sounding surprised and almost proud?

DGHJAKSHDJKASHAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IM SORRY BUT THE WAY I FUCKING LAUGHED AGAIN omg i need water. im choking

He chuckled too, thankful you were nonchalant about everything, and leaned down to kiss you again.

awwww T_T not a soft lil kiss. dont hurt me like this.

2:02a - LOL YO SUNGHOON VIRGINITY IS NO MORE! VIRGIN

2:20am - ^ NO FUCKIN WAY HOON???

2:33 am - ^  IT WAS ME I TOOK IT LOL -JAKE

  WAIT THE SHOE NOT THE VIRGINITY

VIRGIN?! JAKE! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THIS GETS FUNNIER OMG i cant right now. my stomach is hurting hdjaskdhjaskhdsjka

“See you at the HYB house tonight? I’ll make sure there's enough Malibu,” he flashed you a vague smile and walked off. 

STFU JAKE HDSJAHDSAKS you lil shit omg imma fight him

“Can’t you just pass the door guy a couple bills and call it a night?”

“Bitch, I’m literally broke. If they say no, I’ll just sneak in from the side.”

ahhhh sneaking in minors... dhsajdhajk the good old days LOL omg never again!!! ahahahahhahaha

Sunghoon nodded. “Yes, mommy,” he visibly cringed as you blinked at him. “Ugh, sorry, the pledges have to call the girls that tonight.” He turned around to pour your drink. You, too, turned to look the other way.

THE WAY I CRINGED IM SORRY SUNGHOON. DHJASKHAHAHAHAHA

He was so good-looking, even from behind.

the way that i've been crying to my friends about his back shots from the fansites all morning oh gawd

You thought to yourself, now am I getting laid?

GIRL! WE MUST STAY FOCUS.

The sirens in your head went off again as he slid an arm under you, pulling your heavy head against his chest.

WEEWOOWEEWOO I NEED WATER ASAP

Sunghoon mumbled, “You okay? Need water?” He was aimlessly scrolling through his front page of Netflix.

YES

Sunghoon climbed on top of you, lightly pinning your wrists against his sheets.

THE HAND WRESTLING TO THIS? #TEAMFERAL

“If this is all you want from me, I can’t do that.” He said seriously. “I don’t want to just hook up with you, plus you drank too much.” 

awwww women respecter frfr omg imma go cry buckets of ice cream brb

Eventually agreeing on watching Saiki K

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING LOVE SAIKI K AND HIS WEEB ASS WOULD WATCH THIS. ALL I GOTTA SAY IS, SAIKI IS JUNGWON LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sunghoon dipped his face deeper into your hair and neck, with a soft groan as if to shut you up.

SCREAMING! SUNGHOON, CHILL I NEED TO BREATHE

Maybe Sunghoon was a green flag.

I READ THIS LINE RIGHT HERE and Shoutout CAME ON MY PLAYLIST bye i am leaving this sunghoon fandom rn

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH EM! THIS WAS SO GOOD. LIKE SO FREAKEN GOOD. i am crying buckets of tears. like T_T it was so sweet. SUNGHOON, GREEN FLAG, EVERYWHERE!!!! The way he's like "can we not hook up?" T-T ANYTHING FOR YOU, STUPID! and how he made her drink water to sober her up so no headache will happen in the morning. THE WAY HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE STANK because oh gawd im always like OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DJSAKHDSJAKHSKA T-T ugh Shoutout started playing and now im crying lmao my emotions are all over the place. this is so beautiful <3

GENIE AHHHH THANK YOUUU

HAHAHA i was so excited to hear your thoughts and you didn’t disappoint 🥺 IM SPOILED! a whole essay indeed <3

im so glad you enjoyed it! i was going in between if i wanted to actually make sunghoon a fuck boy but i just couldnt - hes too soft ;(

and thank you for pointing out some of my favorite lines too HAHA your commentary is so fucking funny - much of this fic was my recounting of silly party moments of mine too

thank you so much, it means a lot <3

[you-will-return]

So, after this rollercoaster, here's how my day continued:

- was literally the second person in line (in front of me was the guy who had made Santeri the Angry Tour Manager shirts, which was really cool, who btw had been there since 10!!! Holy shit)

- minutes later my friend showed up and for 2 hours we were 3 BC fans/ 1 BC + I Prevail fan and 2 just BC fans waiting in the rain (all of us surprised bc we weren't even THAT early and still got front row somehow?? BC shows are insane)

- photographer shows up and talks to us telling us she's nervous bc she's about to have an interview with the BC guys, we tell her not to worry and that they're super nice, she in turn is surprised that we all know/ some of us are only there for BC

- she came out a few minutes later and said that they really are nice and that she told them that there were fans of theirs already waiting so maybe...? Yeah they didn't come out but it was still sweet of her

- more people (incl. our other friend) show up

- the guys go to and come back from soundcheck (except for Joel and I think Olli who just stayed inside the venue until the show), not really sparing us any looks (except for Niko, who throws a peace sign our way)

- things I learned from talking to others: Aleksi apparently very often doesn't really know his way around a new place/ venue so asking him for directions might not have been the best idea lol AND Niko genuinely changed his fucking jacket before going to breakfast (which i'm insane about like WhAt??)

- eventually we get into the venue (not plot relevant but it was literally pouring for at least 2,5 of the 4 hours we spent waiting)

- FRONT FUCKING ROW, PEOPLE

- BC is on first

- literally didn't film half of the set bc I was having too much fun watching them

- I had a little nod of recognition with Aleksi after the first song (like, remember me? the lidl girl?)

- my friend had brought a "Thank you Joel for giving 12 points to Lord Of The Lost" sign bc she's a huge lostie and Joel literally went over to her on stage and picked it up so he could show it off on stage and he looked SO PROUD of himself (my other friend did film the moment so just DM me for her insta if you wanna see it)

- the amount of times I made direct eye contact with Niko was nothing new to me but still uncalled for, especially during the bad idea chorus

- Aleksi went to the front of the stage towards the end of the set and kinda looked around the front row and when we made eye contact I waved at him and he kind of sweetly/ kind of awkwardly smiled back at me tbh he's so sweet I- 🤲 (full circle after I thought I'd made him hate me in Berlin by accidentally looking into the green room and making DIRECT eye contact with him)

- Flatline slapped so hard live, I had such a good time and nearly lost it during alive or only burning which they played first, I think I kinda lost my voice during bad idea but it was so so fucking worth it, also I loved how the crowd participated during the "over my dead body" call and response thing

- Joel told us that he was happy to be in Germany and in front of a German crowd (it feels nice to be the fave for once tbh)

- and he did the pointing thing when Joonas did his solo!!!

- also Niko and Olli spinning in unison (which I did actually get a video of so be prepared for that)

- I had such a hard time focusing on specific members that at one point my brain got so overwhelmed from looking back and forth constantly that I just stared at Niko for most of the concert

- lastly as they went off stage Olli + Joonas threw their picks and I made grabby hands at Olli's, not thinking it would work but HE THREW IT TO ME AND I FUCKING CAUGHT IT!!!!! AAAAAAH (loved the short moment where he looked at me like "you sure you will catch it?" And I fucking did, take that 5- in sports)

- anywaves

- Trash boat was fun, VERY FUN actually and I had some time to get rid of all the adrenaline in my body

- I Prevail, who I had kind of listened to before but just not very intensely, were really really really good (sorry to their rapper, I did not know the words, but I did see you trying very hard to make me sing along <33)

But the crowd... THE CROWD!! It was fucking brutal. Constant pushing and shoving (even at the very front we weren't save from the effects of the pit), a plethora of crowd surfers (and me and my friends trying not to get decked either by them or the security helping them down). It was so so bad 😬 Any time that kinda died down I actually had a chance to enjoy myself but ughh it was so horrible

Sidenote: I did meet a very sweet person in the front row next to me, and we talked a lot, also the people around me were all trying very hard to keep things under controll so it wasn't all bad but the pushing still sucked

Overall I had a pretty good time tho (esp bc of BC but again music wise I also really enjoyed the others)

More to follow, will have a short nap now, have to be at train station at 12

y'all.... Y'ALL!!!!!

I'm sitting in the train rn so I have some time to write this:

So I arrived at the I Prevail/ BC show super early today (~14:45) but I thought to myself, hey I should go shopping beforehand, bc I didn't know how hungry I'd be in 4 hours

So I go to the Lidl nearby and get my Studentenfutter. There's a line at the cash register and the guy in front of me kinda looks me up and down as I approach but I'm like fuck this no human interaction for me today.

Then I see his BC crew jacket and I'm like, huh WEIRD and take a closer look at his profile while he's checking out the magazines next to us. TURNS OUT IT WAS FUCKING ALEKSI. GUYS WHAT THE FUCK.

So I'm standing there just... hyperventilating I GUESS. Thinking: you can't talk to him, he's buying waffles and cereal bars, you can't talk to him.... HOLY FUCK IT'S ALEKSI.

(Btw this man does not put the grocery separators on the checkout counter belt thingy... I was judging him so hard ngl)

So he pays before me and I pay for my stuff in a rush and I have like half of a plan at that point and so I dash after him (gracefully and non-stalkerly). And as I'm walking behind him (he walks incredibly slowly btw), I kind of approach him and, well here's what I still remember:

Me: Scuse me?

Aleksi, turns around: Hm?

Me: Aleksi, right?

Him, smiling confusedly: Yeah.

Me: Holy fuck. Um... (brain might have stopped working at this point) Could you tell me where the venue is? (Genuinely it was my first time there and Leipzig is confusing T.T)

Aleksi: Yeah sure. It's down the street and then it's that building over there.

Me, only having half-listened: Oh okay. Thank you.

Aleski: No problem.

Ngl his description wasn't that great and I still had to lowkey check every few minutes to see if he was still behind me but jfc I talked to Aleksi and didn't die on the spot!!!!

[becca-e-barnes]

I need to get this out of my head so I'm going to make it everyone's problem 😘

I've been thinking so much recently about Bucky and Steve's cum? And how experiments could have affected their cum and their drive etc. I have two thots about this that I really love so I'll write one with Steve and the other with Bucky. ((Please do keep in mind that there is absolutely no scientific explanation for this, I'm just a horny bitch who is determined to make it plausible. I have an A-Level in biology but failed A-Level chemistry, science isn't my strong point xo))

And I'm in SUCH a Steve mood this weekend so he's getting my favourite thot

Because imagine Banner does some tests and they realise the serum turned Steve into the most fertile man alive. I've got absolutely no science based reason to explain why this might happen, I literally just want him to have super sperm.

But it's something that Bruce works with Steve on. There's no way for Bruce to curb Steve's fertility, nothing seems to work so instead, Bruce creates a fool-proof birth control pill for you. It's perfect, you take it every morning. In the beginning, you and Steve still use condoms too but after Bruce reassures you the pill is more than sufficient, you stop using them.

Anyway... The thot really starts on your wedding day. Maybe like a month before your wedding, Steve comes to you with a suggestion that you don't make love again until you're husband and wife so your wedding night can be that little bit more exciting. It's a pretty cute suggestion, especially since you know how needy he gets after two weeks without any so after a month, you know your wedding night is going to be intense.

But in the run up to your wedding, he can't keep his hands off you. Everything about you makes him so damn hard. He wakes up in the morning rock hard and he goes to sleep beside you just as hard as he was when he woke up but he puts it down to the fact that intimacy is off limits and his body is just struggling to cooperate.

He spends every free second cuddling you close, pulling you flush against him, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock through his sweatpants. His chest is always so warm against you and the second he feels your touch, he's practically shaking with need.

"Don't know what's gotten into me, sweetheart. I can't think of anything other than burying myself in that sweet cunt and fucking us both silly. You know how good it's gonna feel when we're alone on our wedding night? Up in that big honeymoon suite with no interruptions or distractions. Gonna make my sweet little wife cum on every surface of that room." His voice is such a low groan and his cock is bobbing against your ass, throbbing with need.

"Fuck, it's only been a couple of weeks, Stevie. Are you even gonna last until our wedding night?" You tease, rubbing your ass against his length. He nods but the groan he lets out says otherwise.

On your actual wedding day, he's a little more settled. There's so much to think about, he's a little bit more distracted but every kiss is painfully passionate, lasting just a few seconds longer than anyone is comfortable to watch.

And by the time you get into the honeymoon suite, he's practically ready to tear your dress in two if it means getting at you quicker. He's got the skirt hitched up around your waist, you're frantically unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, making out like you haven't seen each other in years.

"Fuck, baby I can't wait. Gotta get inside you. It's a-all I've been thinking about." Steve groans, his eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of the little lace garters around your thighs. He can't look, he knows he'll lose what little self control he has left.

"S-Stevie, wait. I-I stopped those pills." You whisper, holding his face in your hands. You didn't expect the pained moan that falls from his lips, his dick twitching and his balls aching because now he's even more desperate. "Wanted tonight to be j-just us. I'm sure it'll be fine for just one night. I want tonight to be about us. About how much we love each other." Your hands run slowly down his chest, still half encased in his shirt and he lets out another sound that's somewhere between a moan and a sob. Your new wedding ring shines in the dim, candlelit suite as your hands trail lower, reaching his belt buckle and undoing it.

"Y-you stopped the pills? God, I should... I should call Bruce. I don't know if that's safe." Steve whimpers, feeling your smaller hands trailing over his bulge. He swallows thickly, reaching for his phone as you undo the zipper, freeing his thick, leaking cock from his underwear, rubbing the tip over the soaked lace of your own little panties.

You hear the phone ring a few times, kissing Steve's neck as he sucks in deep breaths, desperately trying to hold off for another 5 minutes.

"B-Bruce? Yeah, it's Steve... I know it's my wedding night, believe me, I know, I'm j-just..." He trails off hearing Bruce offer his congratulations again and you can't help but smirk, lining Steve up at your entrance and sliding down on him.

His breath catches in his throat and he groans like he's never felt anything as perfect in his life before, regardless of whether Bruce is listening or not.

"Y-yeah, I just wanted to ask... Wh-what would happen if my new wife were to stop those pills?" He's keeping his eyes tightly shut because his resolve is non-existent. It would take so little for him to give in and pound you but he can't do that right now, not with Bruce on the phone.

He presses the button to put the phone on speaker and Bruce's voice booms through the device. "Well... She'd have a wave of fertility, that's for sure. Might last about 3 months. I imagine it would affect you though, you'll be able to sense the changes in her hormones. You'll probably get a little uncontrollable. The serum should make your body react to that kind of hyper-fertility. I don't know how to describe it, I guess you'd be kind of insatiable? So I wouldn't recommend your new wife stops those pills until you're ready to start family planning." Bruce is lost in his own little world, totally oblivious to the fact you're riding your husband. Steve is panting and moaning, running a hand through his own hair and he feels so sensitive, he thinks he could just cum like this.

"Guess there's no avoiding it. You're gonna make your little wife a mommy tonight, Stevie." You whisper, nibbling his ear and rolling your hips, moaning when he grips your waist and stuffs every last inch of his cock inside you.

"W-wait... Oh my God, you're at it already. Holy shit, go enjoy your night." Bruce gasps, absolutely horrified before hanging up as quickly as he can.

"I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you, Mrs Rogers. Fuck, what're people gonna think when we tell them you're pregnant already? Breedin' my sweet little wife on her wedding night because I just can't help myself." He grunts, pressing you both forward onto the floor.

He's fucking you with a kind of frantic need. It's sloppy and possessive and painfully sexy how neither of you are even undressed.

"Oh my G-God, Steve. I-... S-so good." You babble, feeling his teeth nipping at your neck. His hands feel like they're everywhere at once and his cock is slipping in and out of you so frantically, you think you've gone to Heaven.

"Knockin' you up tonight, Mrs Rogers. Puttin' a baby in your belly. Maybe I should keep you like that, all round and full of my babies. As soon as y'push one out, I'll give you another." One hand presses down on your lower tummy, making every slide into you that little bit more intense and it's not long before you're both trembling from the force of your first orgasms but not able to slow down in the slightest.

[peterthepark]

what do you think peter and the reader’s first time would be like 👉👈

smut and stuff under the cut <333

Peter would 100% wait for your input about it. You’d been pretty intimidated to ask him about having sex for the first time after thinking about it for so long, and at this point you’re pretty eager to have his hands on you. Everywhere. You just want Peter. It would definitely happen in your room after a couple stressful hours of studying. Both of your minds wandering to other things.

He’d innocently be touching your thigh with a smirk, knowing that his touch was making you grow hot and flustered based on how you couldn’t sit still on the bed.

Somehow homework would be abandoned and you’d just end up making out, pulling at each other’s clothes and hair with obvious lustful intentions. Peter’s hands would find their way under your shirt and he’d give you that pleading wide-eyed gaze. “Baby, I can’t stop thinking about how you’d look underneath me.”

“I’ve been underneath you plenty of times, no?” You laugh nervously, unsure if this was the moment that things would fall into place and he’d finally have his way with you.

He shrugs uncertainly. “Yeah, but not — not like naked.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?” Peter rubs his neck.

“For us to have sex?”

“Yeah? Our first time? How would you feel if we fucked right here, right now, Y/N?” His fingers trail up your side and across the waistband of your underwear.

“Oh, my God. I’m so glad you asked.”

Peter wouldn’t make you do any work. He would want you to just lay back, take in all the pleasure, and take all of him — slowly and deeply. He would pile a number of pillows beneath you, giving your body some elevation to help with any pain that you might feel. When he bottoms out, it feels like heaven — his dick hard and thick inside of you while you squeezed blissfully around him. Peter wouldn’t know where to put his hands and would probably just be a clumsy fool, because no one’s first time is perfect and he’s not really inexperienced either. You’d guide them onto your breasts, down your hips and over your clit. You’d tell him where you like to be kissed, to be bitten, what parts of you that need his attention and how good he feels.

He would grow desperate quickly. His thrusts would become harder, but he would still make an effort to check on how you were doing and if it was too overwhelming. Peter would be a whining, breathy mess. His face would be buried in your neck, whispering your name and telling you how much he loves you.

He’d cum all over the suppleness of your belly. And with all that extra stamina he has, he would make sure that you reach your orgasm too. Peter wouldn’t mind how long it takes for you to get there, as long as you’re satisfied and happy.