#take a sip of da juice

[gingerjolover]

can we prioritize jb controversially young gf pleaseeeee i vote yes

to ease y'all into it, get ya warmed up, here's a little appetizer (courtesy of my friends @boywithpinkcarnation and @ever-siince-new-york aka the loves of my life)

julien w a controversially!young gf

okay i have an (unpopular) opinion that i don't think julien would date someone controversially young not because there's something wrong with it but because she will get so existential and I feel like she would feel bad if your brain wasn't fully developed lol

however!!!! this aside, lets continue

I don't think it would be a best friends little siblings scenario or like the kid of someone on her team or the bg team

young!gf is probably a writer or an artist of some kind and julien is either a fan or is at a charity event or something similar and she meets boygenius and they all instantly love her sm

and jules and young!gf really hit it off and so julien leaves with her number but doesn't find out shes young until like 3 days later

has an absolute crisis about it, especially because she doesn't want to hurt you or change you

thinking young!gf is 20 about to be 21, like just old enough that some people will be like um??? but also you're a whole-ass adult so you can do what ya want

but julien and young!gf have a very serious convo bc they are both feeling the vibe and julien just wants a healthy, mutually beneficial, safe, and loving relationship

but anyways

lets get right to it, phoebe and lucy and MUNA love you

like the love u sm but they also love teasing julien

julien could be getting up from a chair or like be laying on the floor and phoebe is yelling "life alert" to you, a glare pushing its way onto jules's face

phoebe is the biggest instigator, always snapping photos of you both candidly and adding them to her photo dumps

I had that phoebe buys young!gf a t-shirt that says I love milfs but @boywithpinkcarnation said a shirt with I <3 cougars and its iconic honestly

phoebe will 1000% caption a photo of you sitting on jb's lap and be like "sugar daddy vibes🤑" or one of jb sitting on your lap with the caption "jb is taking babysitting wayyy too seriously" (@boywithpinkcarnation)

they all call you baby and they mean it

katie is the second biggest instigator and right after that is lucy, then nomi, then jo

katie always teases about "respect your elders"

lucy will post a very wholesome photo of the two of you but caption it "spend time and cherish your elders, they aren't around forever❤️" (straight from social queen @boywithpinkcarnation)

eventually young!gf gets into it and starts making jokes like kelli tiktok vibes (@ever-siince-new-york)

she gets asked in a day in the life vid or a live a question about jules and shes like "I'm not sure really...i just with her for the money," and julien is in the back like that interview when lucy says they're breaking up like "baby! don't say that! it's not funny!" and she's groaning coming into frame, her hand on young!gf's head, "they're gonna start to believe you, ya know?" like all sassy how jb gets🤓☝🏼

PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET VIBEZZZZ @ever-siince-new-york, carlena said and i quote, "like they're not lovesurging on tiktok but if the paps get jb giving hickies on film... oh well😁"

they are also STOKED for you to turn 21, since most of them are sober the idea of getting you drunk is so appealing

and jb is SO protective, like already jb has her hands on young!gf all. the. time. like in the dip of her back or on her hips or hand on the back of her neck, jb is always making some type of physical contact

BUT especially in the club or at a bar

they do get freaky on her 21st bday hehe

maybe the day after bc young!gf just lets joi keep giving her shots and julien is just standing there jaw dropped because who knew their sweet baby girl was a mf tank

but lit katie, molly, kelli, jo, nomi, lucy, and phoebe LOVE you sm, like yes you're young and everyone is pushing or already 30 but young!gf is so profound and mature but not in a way that's not acting her age, she just has a very old soul and enjoys rest and knows what she likes and what she wants

and julien loooooves this, like jules doesn't want to groom you and mold you into something you're not, she wants you to act your age and like she doesn't isolate you or make you act 28 because everyone is around that age. like she fully supports if you wanna go out and party or like do something kinda childish or if you wanted to stress about school or be homesick, julien lets you just vibe and doesn't pressure you to grow up faster, she truly just wants you to grow up without the age gap looming over you

back to the daddy!jb antics, without infantalizing you, jb handles ALL of the "adult stuff" like y'all def split bills if you live together but she manages all of the subscriptions and pays all of the utilities and makes sure your car has gas and is always maintained like takes it to get inspected and stuff

if young!gf is in school than that's your biggest priority in jb's eyes, like yes focus on school or your work and then when you graduate we'll start to divvy up the household stuff

jb just loves to care for you, like she always has an extra hair tie on her wrist and its your scrunchie like the one you love

before you live together, jb is stocking her house w your stuff to make you comfy

your fave snacks are in the kitchen, your fave drinks in the fridge

jb buys a full size of your fave perfume and body wash, she has you pick out pajamas for her dresser and puts a jewelry holder on her dresser just for you (@ever-siince-new-york 🥹)

if you're in school, jb def has a desk set up in her office or music room and its one she built and it has cute pens and stationary and a pretty keyboard and a comfy chair where you can cross your legs and then under it is built in storage for some of your books and crocheting/knitting/crafting stuff

when you move in, jb designs (w the help of lucy and Katie) your own office where you can write and paint and it has the best sunlight in the whole house

julien also gets really anxious leaving you at home, not because you're not capable but she grows so attached and is like "you'll be a different person when i come back:("

always sending flowers and dinner and gifts while on the road (@ever-siince-new-york)

not smut but smut adjacent

julien is sooooo nervous to have sex w young!gf

maybe she hasn't done it before or julien just feels a lot of pressure to take care of her

and she has to be like "do you not like me?" kinda insecurely because julien is treating her like shes glass

and jb is like "oh my god sweet girl, no no no, i- of course i- i love you!"

and she's like "you WHAT??"

[chiumii]

rough ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ thinking about how sunghoon comes across as the sweet, loving, perfect boyfriend out in public, but an absolute freak in bed. I mean absolutely fucking nasty.

Word count: 1k

sunghoon x reader smut

dom hoon and sub reader. daddy kink, size kink, breeding, slight hints at cnc, slapping, choking, manhandling, slapping dacryphilia degrading, praise. hoonie is so mean n ruthless ugh this was just a super quick thought I has so I decided to write something about it, dont expect it to be good, not proof read.

sunghoon being the most perfect, loving boyfriend is such a yes. he takes you out to fancy restraunts, buys you new jewelry whenever you want, getting you sweet treats as frequently as possible. he spoils you completely rotten. of course he would, you're his little girl! he would hold your hand as he leads you through the mall while shopping, his arms holding your bags as you sip on the cute little drinks you like so much. he would lean into your ear and whisper about how cute you looked today, pressing a long, chaste kiss on your cheek, smirking to himself as your face heated up in the prettiest shade of pink.

you would think he was the sweetest person alive an hour ago, but that opinion was ripped out of your head the second he got you alone.

"h-hoonie, slow a-ahngh please!" it took him less than a second after walking in through the front door, throwing your shopping bags to the side before pressing your front up against the nearest wall and hiking your little short skirt up over your ass.

his thrusts are ruthless as he pounds into you from behind, his hips snapping against your plush ass. his hands are holding you up against the wall and your legs dangle in the air. his pants aren't even pulled all the way down as they hug just below his thighs, your pink panties pulled to the side are now completely soaked as he fucks you through your orgasm.

you squirt all over the his dick and the wall in front of you. your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the floor as you thrash in your boyfriends hold, begging him to let you go.

"stay still you fucking brat" you don't listen to him, your legs still kicking out while his long dick kisses your cervix with every thrust.

"da-ddaddyy hurts, s-low please mmmh" he pulls you off the wall with a grunt, lifting you up in the air as he drags you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions. you land on your stomach with a soft 'hmph', and before you can turn around, you feel sunghoons hands force you onto your knees; your back arched with your ass in the air.

you go to look back at your boyfriend, but are quickly met with his hand tangling in your hair, forcing you face into the couch roughly. he gives you no time to think before his dick bullies its way back into your puffy cunt, instantly hitting your sweet spot as his balls slap against your swollen clit.

"shut the fuck up and stay down" his words are so mean :( but you feel your aching pussy throb when he speaks to you in such a way

his hips keep up a steady, quick pace as he fucks you. your screams being absorbed into the couch, your muffled cries only fuel him further, landing a harsh smack onto your ass, a bright red handprint being left on your perfect skin.

your walls squeeze him as he slaps you again, and again, and again. your legs begin to thrash around again, your hands coming up to grip the sides of the couch as you scream

"wan' cum, daddy please may I cum please please !-" he hears you, even though you're face is so deep into the cushions of the couch, soaking the material with your drool. it pisses him off. he grabs your pony tails on either side of your head and forces your head up, biting your ear lob harshly before speaking.

"did you not hear me? I said keep your damn mouth shut" he takes his cock out and flips you over on your back. you whine at the emptiness as he lifts your legs into the air, contorting your body so you fold in on yourself, your knees being pressed next to your head as he forces you into a mating press.

you shriek in pain, his dick finding its way inside you once more, bruising your gummy walls. you quiver at your boyfriends roughness, his delicate touch from earlier long gone as you're left with this monster.

your moans light a fire in the pit of sunghoons stomach. tears roll down your rosey cheeks, and sunghoon can't help but coo at you.

"dont cry sweetie, it'll be over soon, let daddy use your pathetic body just a lil more" you choke at his words, clenching around him when he speaks to you. knots form in your tummy, quickly beginning to unravel as fast as they came.

"daddy! cum please! wan' cum n-ngh fff' pl-please!" you're making such a mess, sunghoons assault on your cunt is so sloppy, and the sight of your ponytails becoming tangled and messy makes him throw your legs down.

His hand moves to your throat as he watches the outline of his dick disappear and then reappear with each thrust.

"oh my god, such a pretty little girl, so perfect and tiny. you like it when daddy abuses your tiny hole hmm?" he asks you and you nod, bringing your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you bite down hard enough to draw blood.

sunghoon retraces his hand from your throat and slaps you. your eyes fling open in shock as your lips quiver.

"you answer daddy when he asks you a question, understand slut?"

"yes daddy, I understand! love it when daddy uses my body, feels s' good !" you squeal, arching your back into the man above you, wrapping your arms around his neck, scratching his shoulders through his shirt.

"you wanna take my cum, sweet girl? stuff you so fucking full 'nd breed your tiny little pussy. oh fuck- good fucking god" sunghoons cock twitches, your cunt clamping down on him with insane grip.

"who owns this pussy, doll?" he slaps your clit, your juices leaping into the air, staining sunghoons shirt.

"daddy does !" you yelp, your orgasm approaching fast.

"such a good girl, cum for me baby, let yourself go all over me sweet thing" and so you do, creaming all around sunghoons length as you flutter around him like the pretties butterfly, souring right into sunghoons cage and being locked away from all eyes.

his pretty little baby ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა

[hazbinshusk]

Um, prompt #32 for Husk, pretty please? Maybe him getting possessive because someone was flirting with his doll? It's completely optional, but can you add more cat instincts and actions on his part, too? Da cat doesn't want anyone touching his mate-

prompt #32: a kiss while someone watches.

You take a sip of your drink as you crowd watch the latest mixer at the new Hazbin Hotel, observing the potential new residents with mild curiosity. These nights didn’t often seem to actually incur many new guests, but they still made for a welcome change to your routine every now and then. You smile to yourself as you watch a prospective guest back away from an overbearing Niffty, setting your empty glass on the bar behind you.

“’Nother one?”

Your smile widens as you meet Husk’s eye, leaning your elbow on the bar and resting your chin in your palm. He picks up a cocktail shaker invitingly despite the fact that you know he hates making more complicated drinks on nights like this. Still, you cast a glance over your shoulder before responding, mindful of your agreement to keep your relationship just between the two of you. “You spoil me, baby.”

He smirks, pouring gin, lemon juice and Amaretto into the shaker. You admire the easy, fluid movements he makes as he does it, fishing a bottle of simple syrup from under the bar and eyeballing the measurement as he adds it. “’s all part of my dastardly plan, doll.”

“Ooh,” you say as he separates an egg white into the mix and dry shakes it together. “You gonna have your way with me later?”

Husk shrugs a shoulder, feigning casual as he adds ice and shakes again. “Maybe.”

“Why wait?” you ask as he pours. “Pretty sure no one would miss us if we happened to disappear long enough for a quickie in the broom closet.”

He blinks and pink rises in his cheeks. He lowers his voice and his tone turns to caramel, seductive in a way that sends excitement straight between your thighs. “Oh, baby, nothin’ I want to do to you is gonna be quick.”

You flush and Husk chuckles as he slides the cocktail over to you. You try to hide your reaction by taking a sip of your drink, the sweet flavor teasing over your tongue. “You fucking flirt.”

Husk grins, his mouth opening to reply. He stops the moment you feel a body move up beside you.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” you turn at the sudden baritone, a wolfish-looking sinner leaning on the bar beside you. “Why haven’t you been in any of the commercials for this place?”

“I’m sorry?”

He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips. He’s pretty good-looking, with broad shoulders and bicep muscles that show even under the silver fur covering his arms. “I’m just saying, you’d have sinners lined up around the block just for a chance to say ‘hi’ if they knew you were living here.”

“And how do you know I live here?”

He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “I asked Angel Dust about you.”

You glance over the wolf’s shoulder, catching the spider’s eye. Angel grins, raising his glass in a mock-toast and gives you a cheesy wink that tells you exactly what he thinks is going to happen between the two of you.

“Uh-huh,” you say dryly, but smile anyway. It is kind of flattering, and as cheesy as the line he just gave you is, he isn’t actually giving off any bad vibes. Besides, Charlie was desperate for new residents; the least you can do is be friendly to this guy long enough to open his mind to her inevitable pitch. The last thing you want to do is sour the energy in the room after all the work Charlie and Vaggie have put in, so you guess you can at the very least be friendly. “So, I’m guessing this is you saying ‘hi’?”

He laughs, taking a seat beside you. He turns to catch Husk’s attention, pointing at both your glasses, despite the fact that you’ve barely had a chance to touch yours.

“Guess so.” he smiles, attention back on you. He didn’t even seem to notice the way Husk glowers, the soft growl vibrating through the cat’s throat as he watches the two of you. “So… think you can sell me on this whole redemption thing?”

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You spend longer than you thought you would talking to Andris; his casual flirting was more friendly than lewd, and relatively easy to ignore. He seems to take your gentle rejections in stride, and you’re surprised when he stands and holds out a paw, an eyebrow raised in flirtatious invitation.

“So… what d’you say you show me around upstairs?” he asks suggestively. “Help me get a real… feel for the place?”

Your response is interrupted by a growl from behind the bar.

Andris raises a brow, his hand still extended to you. “You good, old man? Did I forget to tip?”

He sounds legitimately confused, but Husk only bares his teeth further with a hiss. You stretch a hand out across the bar as his tail waves behind him in agitation. Sliding your hand over Husk’s, you feel the soft fur quivering beneath your fingers as he gouges his claws into the wood. You turn your attention back to Andris, offering him an apologetic smile you don’t really feel. “Y’know, I think I’m gonna have to pass.”

“Why?” The wolf seems genuinely surprised, his tone a joking tease. “’Cause granddad’s gone all old-fashioned on us?”

“Listen here, fuck—” Husk begins, but you silence his insult by raising yourself off your stool, leaning over the bar and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his growl die against your lips as his anger is overtaken by surprise, and you ignore the part of your brain trying desperately to remind you that your relationship isn’t supposed to be public as Husk relaxes into the embrace. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck, his rough tongue sliding into your mouth.

His kiss is firm and possessive, the movements messier than usual as he stakes his claim over you. Still, you whimper into the embrace, and it takes you a few moments to remember to pull away again. Husk doesn’t want to let you go, and another warning growl runs through him as you part. You wrap your hand around his, your face flushed and your cheeks pink.

“Like I said…” you say breathlessly to an astounded Andris as you turn back to him. “I think I’ll pass.”

The wolf blinks once, twice, before a scowl mars his features. Another warning growl from Husk has him leaving without further comment.

“Well…” You clear your throat awkwardly, squeezing Husk’s paw. You notice Charlie on the other side of the room, eyes so wide and bright as she stares at the two of you that you’re surprised little cartoon hearts aren’t erupting out of her head. Vaggie stands beside her, a hand on her hip and what you could swear is a knowing smirk on her lips. “I think our secret’s out.”

Husk follows your gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Was nice while it lasted.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling. “Charlies’ so gonna make a big deal about this.”

“Yup.”

“So…”

“Fuckin’ finally!” you’re interrupted by Angel as he approaches, rolling his eyes dramatically. He takes Andris’ vacated stool, sliding his empty glass towards Husk. The bartender rolls his eyes, but releases your hand so he can fix him a new drink. “I thought I was gonna have’ta come over here an’ put the moves on ya myself if it meant the two o’ ya finally admittin’ you’re a thing!”

“You…” you stutter incredulously. “You knew we were…?”

“Toots, everybody knows!” Angel waves a hand towards the rest of the room, and you see Cherri raise her glass to you with a suggestive grin. “You ain’t exactly subtle with all the goo-goo eyes ol’ Whiskers has been sendin’ your way!”

“I do not have… whatever the fuck ‘goo-goo eyes’ are.” Husk argues, pouring Angel’s drink.

“Baby, you have no idea jus’ how bad you’ve got it for this one, do ya?” The porn star replies, patting the side of your face mockingly. He downs his drink in one, shooting Husk a wink. “But thanks for takin’ the bait with ol’ Andris over there. I was worried I might’ve actually had to pay out Cherri on you two.”

“You were betting on us?”

Angel gives you a look somewhere between dry and affectionate as he stands. “You gotta stop soundin’ so scandalised, sugar. Now do us all a favor and take your man for a ride; apparently, he ain’t gonna be able to mix a decent drink again ‘til he’s calmed the fuck down.”

“Angel, you son of a—”

“You can thank me later, Husky-baby.” Angel tells him with a wink, ruffling your hair as he turns to leave. “Jus’ go get some lovin’ already.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[2frosty4you]

Fem reader accidentally flustering the mercs by something she did or said and not understanding why (merc) is so flushed and stumbling over his words? :3

Flustering the mercs [Drabbles]

Fem Reader flustering the mercs :3

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i had to stop myself from just continuing some of these 😭😭😭

Also using tumblr on mobile 😭😭😭

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Scout:

You grab his arm and pull him back to cover as a bullet remains where his head was.

“Jesus christ scout at least be careful”

“i - “

He’s speechless, your hand still gripped around his wrist. You look angry with him, but the feeling of your touch on his wrist makes him red, you drop his hand.

“You aight there?”

“Yes! yeah i- i could’ve totally avoided that without ya y’know aha”

He would quickly spit out, messing up words as you raise an eyebrow as he stumbles and runs around the corner. Heart beating fast and his face red.

Soldier:

Im sorry but soldier does NOT get flustered, but you make his heart beat widely when you talk with his racoons in a baby voice,

“Awww aint ya cuties, whats your names huh”

“Sergeant Smith, the one with the medal is lieutenant bites

“what cuties they all are”

He says with speed as you nuzzle the raccoon and baby talk it while laughing, he’s staring for a while before you look up to him.

“You okay solly?”

“Affirmative!”

His heart is widely beating as you treat his pets like your own, giving them food while you think he isn’t looking and always happy to see them when he takes them into base. (even if medic hates them)

Pyro:

They laugh and clap as you flick open a lighter to show them the hello kitty lighter you had bought.

“See! its a pink flame, isn’t that cool!?”

“mpHmH!”

“Anyway this is for you anyway, gotta go see medic; dont burn the place down!”

You toss them the lighter, and wave.

Pyro sits there, holding the lighter in their hands as their face is a bright red under their mask. Laughing as their body buzzed and felt her hands move to flicker the lighter

Happy knowing it came from you.

Demoman:

“Yeah, an she carried your drunk ass to bed; what a sight HA”

Scout teased, demoman’s face flushed red as you walk in. Waving.

“Hey you three, what's up?”

“Tellin ol’ demo here how he ended up back in his bed”

“Yeah! an look at the drunkard”

His face was a dark red, a. hot feeling radiating as he grummbled and burried his head in his arms.

“Hm? oh yeah did you drink the water i left you?”

“y-yah”

He mutters, you raise an eyebrow but the other two men laugh to themselves as demo grumbles into his arms.

Heavy:

A bowl of hot soup laid before heavy, you standing with a white apron tied around you with a smile.

“What are you waiting for? taste it”

He takes the spoon, blows on the soup and takes a sip. His eyes widen as he feels the taste of his mothers soup on his tongue.

“Does it taste right? not sure if i got it all correct, russian is hard for me to read”

You smile, he coughs softy. Nodding, face a soft pink as you stand like a sun in the kitchen.

“Da, its like how my mother used to cook”

He stumbles over a few words, yet you look at him with a tiled head and a bowl of your own.

Engineer:

Engi had been tinkering on his sentry all night, large bags under his eyes as you place down a place of cut red apples with a bottle of juice.

“Engi, eat something”

“I- oh thanks darlin”

He would say with a smile, face red as he ate. You standing there with crossed arms.

“Take a break soon, we need you tomorrow”

Your small act of affection causes him to stutter and laugh softly, scratching the back of his neck slowly sipping the juice you gave him. Looking over his blueprints, just waiting there for him to finish and take a break.

Medic:

It was a hectic battle so far, medic was tired healing the scout and not noticing the enemy demoman behind him he dropped his gun and readied for the impact of sword against his neck, when it didn’t come and the sound of a body dropping make him look up.

You turn back to him with blood dripping from your face and body.

“You okay doc? He didn’t hurt ya did he?”

“i- nien- nien he didnt”

He’s red, standing there staring at you as you look feral with the demoman’s blood soaking into your clothes and skin,

“Doc? ya there?”

He stumbles over his words as he holds his medigun close, waving to you as he speeds away to go heal heavy who was yelling for him. Almost tripping over his feet as he couldn't remove the image of you from his mind.

Sniper:

Sniper grunts, holding the wound on his arm. The blood bleeding through his fingers as you come around the corner, head perking as you walk back.

“Snipes?? what happened jesus,”

“nothin nothin”

He bites back a groan of pain as he went to grab the med back, you kneel before him.

“Snipes move your hand, jesus what even happened”

“its foin, its nothIN-“

He takes a sharp breath in, and with a delicate touch you move it, which feels like electricity through his body you take the hand holding the wound and place it down.

His face was growing a thick red, heat radiating from his cheeks as he looks away from you, treating his wound like glass even if both of you were war criminals.

Making quick work of the bullet wound, you wipe your hands on your pants and look at his red face.

“Aight, should be good. I’ll get medic to heal ya if we come through”

“tha, thanks mate”

“Try not to get hit again”

Spy:

It takes a lot to fluster the spy, but with you?

You grabbed the spy's arm, pulling him down as a soldier walked past you two. The two of you cramped against each other behind the crate, him in for lap with his two lanky legs just strewn around you two.

His face is red under his mask, breath quicking as he faces away from you.

You look up, and then push him up.

“Be careful, next time i ain't saving you”

“oui, merci,”

His words slip into french as his feet stumble and you catch him before falling.

“What, are you sick? Is that why your head is out of the game?”

“no, non, its nothing ami, merci for hiding me”

He cloaks and quickly leaves as his face was red and his head was clouded with you. As you stood there, a confused look on your face as you kill the other spy.

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[lohotine]

AN: I'm so annoyed rn bc I saved 3 drafts of this and NONE OF THEM SAVED. I EVEN FINISHED THIS ENTIRE FIC. 😭 anyways, enjoy 😔

Prune Juice Cookie x Sick! GN! Reader. ONESHOT.

-Sweet-

Warnings: idk, germs?

"Please just drink the potion!" Prune Juice said while clinging to you. Your boyfriend had been begging you to drink a potion he had made for a little over five minutes now. He claimed it would make you feel better.

"I don't want to. Your potions are always bitter." You would tell him while pulling the blankets over your mouth.

"I made this one taste sweet. Would I ever give you a bitter potion on purpose?"

You gave him a glare remembering a certain prank he pulled a while back. He caught on.

"That was a one time thing, love. I made this one taste less vile." Prune Juice said with a sigh.

"..." You didn't believe him.

"Oh, I know what will make you drink it." He said with a grin. You saw as he took a sip of the drink and gave you a kiss. The medicine soon found a way into your mouth.

"Make sure to swallow all of it." Your boyfriend said, his eyes never leaving you.

A crimson red would appear on your face as you reluctantly swallowed all of the liquid.

It was sweet. Just like he said it would be.

"See? Was that so hard?" He asked as his hands could be felt around your waist. Prune rested his head on your shoulder with a smile.

"I'm going to get you sick," you would tell him.

"It would be an honor to catch a cold from my most beloved," he would say back.

You rolled your eyes. "And you'll miss classes."

"They're too easy for me anyway. You are much more interesting," Prune would say back, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" He would ask you.

"Sure." You said with a sigh.

"I'll just make soup then. Don't miss me too much, I'll be right back."

He got off of the couch and walked off into the kitchen. He was back in around 20 minutes holding a bowl and spoon, then sat himself next to you.

"Ta-da~ I made this just for you. Now say ah!" He held out the spoon for you.

"You don't need to spoon-feed me."

"But I want to. Now open your mouth."

Reluctantly, you opened your mouth and drank the soup.

It actually tasted really good.

"Do you like it?"

"I didn't think you would know how to cook."

"I'm hurt that you'd think so lowly of me-" he made a dramatic pose with his hand on his head. "But, it's not that different from potion making. And besides, soup is easy to make." He held out the spoon once again for you to take. This process went on for a while until the soup was all gone.

Now it was much later in the day, and the two of you had just finished watching a movie. Both if you were cuddled up on the couch with blankets and pillows.

"The monster in that movie was so scary~ You'll have to protect me if we ever meet it in real life." He'd say jokingly.

"I will, don't worry."

He would kiss your cheek.

"I love you." Prune would say.

"I love you too." You would respond.

[sassycheesecake]

Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, Fukurō Hirugami and Oikawa

The Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals takes you away to the beautiful hot spring mountains of Switzerland <3

It was a vacation long overdue, Meian being extremely exhausted from practice, working out and official matches have worn the Middle Blocker out

He felt especially bad because he felt like he was neglecting his amazing partner, you

Thankfully, it's off season now, Meian is off for a nice two months

So, when you got home from work, Meian was already waiting at your shared home for you, a big grin adorning his handsome face

"Baby, what do you say about a little get away? You and me and some nice hot springs, hot cocoa and a view of snowy mountains in the morning when we wake up?" The ravenette holds up two plane tickets to Bern and you can't help but squeal in excitement as you rush to hug him tight

When you arrive there, a mesmerising layer of glistening snow is decorating the heavenly landscape of Switzerland

You're currently leaning on your arms against the cooling sensation of the rocks of the hot springs, enjoying the heat of the steaming water and the breathtaking view of the snow covered landscape

You hear the sound of splashing water, feeling the little waves against your back

All of sudden, you feel strong arms wrap around your naked waist

Thank the heavens Meian booked the hot springs completely to yourselves, so you're able to feel everything, not a single layer of clothing as a barrier between your body and his

Meian pulls you towards his strong chest and you feel his pecs and his abs against the softness of your back

"You enjoying yourself my love?" He whispers in your ear, pressing chaste kisses against the wetness of your hair, enjoying the view of your naked body and the snow everywhere

"I have enjoyed every single second ever since we got here. This is just perfection, thank you Shūgo."

Meian grins at your words, tightening his hug from behind, happy that this is just day one from your 10 day get-away

Onigiri Miya owner Osamu takes you to the exotic Bahamas <3

Osamu has been drained from work, his annoying brother and his restaurant that takes a lot of time to manage

You see your boyfriend every night with big bags under his eyes, looking like he is going to fall asleep just standing up

Feeling bad, you organised a trip to the Bahamas for your exhausted chef

You talked to his manager, making sure he takes over the shop while you and Osamu deserve a well-rested vacation on a sandy white beach with crystal clear water and slurping the fruitiest cocktails at the beach bar

The ravenette is currently tanning on a beach chair right by the ocean when you appear by his side, two piña coladas in your hands

The sound of the waves hitting the shore has relaxed Osamu so much, he barely acknowledges when you reappear by his side

Giggling, you move his sunglasses up a bit, staring into his tired metallic eyes

"Didn't mean to interrupt your nap, my handsome man but I got the cocktail you wanted."

"No worries, babe. I dunno how I can thank ya enough for this. Where did ya find this place?"

"I saw it on a sponsored Facebook ad from a booking page and I know how hard you have been working lately, so I figured a little get away is just what you needed."

Osamu sits up, placing the sunglasses on top of his slightly sweaty black hair, accepting the drink by placing a small kiss against your cheek, making you blush

"Cheers to us, baby."

Clinking your glasses together, you taste the first sip of the coconut foam with a hint of pineapple, the rum burning your throat a bit

"I wish we never have ta leave this place, seems too unreal."

You watch your lover with a glint in your eyes, ready to be a little bit mischievous

So you reach over to his drink and take his cherry from the whipped cream on top of the juice

"Hey! Ya have yer own cherry! That's da best part!" Osamu complains as he watches you eat it

"What are ya gonna do bout it?" You mimic his accent in a teasing manner and you get ready to run

Osamu and you chase each other through the water, splashing each other with the salty sea water, laughing with great joy like little kids going to the beach for the first time

Fukurō, the Captain of the Schweiden Adlers takes you on an exciting adventure! A safari trip in the wildest corners of Africa <3

Fukurō got the idea from his little brother, who just recently went to Africa for his university studies of veterinary medicine

Good thing you're a big animal lover, because a romantic safari trip to see the wildlife sounds so exciting!

You put on your safari hat and you're up every morning super early to sing the opening of the lion king movie (I did this once on a vacation with my husband he was not amused I tell you that)

Seeing all the animals, taking so many pictures is making your heart jump with joy

Your favourite part out of it all was spending time with your beloved Fukurō

Usually, the chestnut-colored-haired giant is pretty chill and easy-going but ever since the two of you went on that trip, he's been kind of edgy and jumpy which is very unusual for him

One day, you and Fukurō have plans to feed the giraffes and you're not sure if your boyfriend is sweating so much because of the heat or if he is afraid of giraffes, since they are so much bigger than him

You shrug if off after asking if he's alright or if it's the heat and he assures you he's okay, you can go ahead and feed the giraffe, he wants to take a picture of you

Feeding a giraffe some lettuce leaves, you don't see or hear Fukurō taking a deep breath before he gets down on one knee

Calling your name out in a shaky voice, you immediately turn around, deeply worried that your boyfriend may faint any second

When you see him down on one knee with a small black box and a shiny gold band with a light blue diamond sitting on top its center, shining brightly with help of the intense African sunlight

Gasping in surprise, you begin to tear up, finally understanding why he has been such a nervous wreck most of the time

"I-I know we only have been dating for about a year but I have never been more sure sure about anything in my life. The moment I saw your bewitching beauty under the stadium lights at one of my games, I knew I fell under your spell. You'd make me the happiest man on earth if you agree to be my partner in crime for the rest of our lives."

Now with actual tears in your eyes, you run towards the Middle Blocker with alarming speed, knocking the air out of his lungs and him down to the ground with the impact of your body crashing into his massive one

Thankfully Hirugami caught you with one arm while still having the ring box in his other hand, securing it from falling out of his hand

"YES! I will marry you, my handsome giant!" You cry into his chest out of pure happiness

You feel the massive man laugh at your excitement and he feels like a massive weight has been lifted off of his heart

He can't wait to tell his team about his new milestone in his relationship and to begin the wedding preparations as soon as you two return from the trip

Ever the romantic, Oikawa takes you to the city of love, Paris <3

It was a Valentine's Day surprise for you from Tōru, the Setter wanting to give you the most romantic week of a life time

The day already starts with breakfast in bed, made by the brunette himself, even if it consisted of burned toast, runny scrambled eggs and almost burned to crisp bacon

Even if Tōru burned the majority of the food he cooked for you, he wanted to give you a break from doing it for him almost every day, you appreciate his efforts

Next thing you know, your boyfriend ushers you to pack up your suitcase because you're going on a trip together

"But Tōru, what about my classes-"

"Cutie, we'll only be gone for a week. It'll be fine. Now get your sweet butt into the cab that's waiting downstairs for us, we're off to Europe!" Tōru cheers with giving you a large smile and taking your hand in his to get to the cab, ready to go to the airport

When you arrived there, it was so much colder than Argentine but thankfully the two of you packed some warm clothes for the weather in Paris

The two of you did a city tour, visited the Louvre, saw the Eiffel Tower, went inside the Notre Dame, went shopping at the Centre Pompidou and explored the Palace of Versailles

You knew that your partner is extremely attractive, but when the two of you walked around the palace of former King Louis XIV, it looked like Tōru was long lost royalty, attracting young women and even some men looked at your boyfriend with hearts in their eyes

Still, the only attention that the Setter gave to, was either you or the historical monuments that Paris has to offer

You had tasted the best wine along with the sweetest chocolate and took so many pictures together (even though Tōru took so much pictures of you that you can count for) you felt like the most special person in the world

He was always by your side, making you feel safe by his protective, caring personality and his muscular arm always resting over your shoulder, around your waist or holding your hand tightly in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand

The week was filled with so many hugs, kisses and passionate romance, that your heart is still beating super fast whenever you think about the perfect time you spent the February week in one of the most romantic cities in the world

[foxy-128]

note:this is my first story, so it probably bad and bad written but i hope you liked it! :D

Tw:Tony just being a jerk silly, mention of party and corruption(it nothing serious!)

You can translate my work or take inspiration from mine but please tag me! ^^

*☆~ A little pest ~☆

In the bustling headquarters of the Avengers, the atmosphere was always electric with energy. It was a place where heroes gathered, plans were hatched, and occasionally, chaos ensued. But amidst all the action, there was one particular source of chaos that was small, persistent, and somewhat adorable: you, the daughter of Natasha Romanoff.

For four long months, you had been on a mission. Not a typical one like the Avengers would undertake, but a mission to persuade Tony Stark to let you join the team. At only ten years old, you had your sights set high, and nothing could deter you—not even Tony's legendary sarcasm.

You had your methods, each more creative than the last. On Monday, you poked Tony’s cheeks while he was engrossed in a holographic display of the latest Stark tech. He barely flinched, his focus unwavering, but you were relentless.

“Hey, Mr. Stark! Can I join the Avengers?” you chirped, poking him again.

“Do you even know what that entails, kid?” he replied, barely looking at you.

“Yeah! I’d fight bad guys and help save the world! Please?” you pleaded.

The following day, you brought donuts—Tony’s weakness. You bounced into the lab, a box of assorted donuts in hand, wearing your most charming smile.

“Look, I even got your favorite—maple bacon!” you exclaimed, waving the box in front of him. “Now can I join the Avengers?”

He took a donut, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you trying to bribe me with pastries? Because it’s working, but you still can’t join.”

You didn't give up. You became a master of the sweet tooth, bringing donuts every morning, and each time you presented them, your request echoed in the air. “Can I join the Avengers now?”

One Friday, after a week of relentless persuasion, you decided to up the ante. You had watched one of Natasha’s fancy parties and learned about cocktails. You concocted your version—a non-alcoholic “surimpression cocktail” made with sparkling water, fruit juice, and a twist of lime.

With your cocktail in one hand and a donut in the other, you bounded into Tony’s lab. “Ta-da! I made you a special drink to celebrate your next invention! Can I please join the Avengers?”

Tony took a sip, pretending to be deeply impressed. “This tastes like something that might actually give me a sugar high. Nice try, kid.”

Over the months, your persistence began to wear him down. You were a tiny force of nature—full of energy, charm, and an undeniable spirit. With each poke, donut, and cocktail, you managed to break through his defenses, even if he would never admit it.

Finally, one day, as you were enthusiastically reciting a list of reasons why you should be an Avenger, Tony turned to you with an amused grin.

“Okay, okay! You want to join the Avengers? There’s one condition.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. “Anything! What is it?”

“You need to keep an eye on Loki,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “We can’t have him causing trouble while you’re running around being a hero. Think you can handle that?”

“Absolutely!” you exclaimed, bouncing on your heels. “I can watch Loki! I’ll keep him out of trouble!”

Tony chuckled, clearly entertained by your enthusiasm. “Alright, kiddo. Welcome to the team, sort of. You can be our official Loki babysitter.”

You couldn’t contain your excitement. You jumped up and down, practically vibrating with joy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I won’t let you down!”

With a grin, Tony returned to his work, and you raced off to find Loki, ready to embrace your new role. Little did you know, being the “Loki babysitter” would lead to some unexpected adventures—and probably a lot of mischief.

As you sprinted through the halls, your laughter echoed, and in that moment, you felt like a true Avenger—donuts and all.

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 9

Summary: You and Bucky start trying for another baby.

Taglist (people who asked and that I think may be interested): 

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216 @kandis-mom @winterslove1917 @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

James looked at you and Bucky with a quizzical look.

            “Me bein’ a big brudder?” he asked hesitantly. “How dat work?”

            You and Bucky chuckled. “That’s something for momma and I to get taken care of,” Bucky told the toddler.

The three-year-old thought for a moment – tapping his index finger on his chin to show his thinking process. “What if I not a good one?”

“Oh, buddy,” you spoke softly, “you’d be the best big brother in the entire universe!”

“Really?” he asked, a bit skeptical.

“Of course,” Bucky backed you up. “I was a big brother, and I loved it.”

“Woah! You was a big brudder?”

Bucky nodded and gave a sad smile. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I had a little sister.” He chuckled fondly of the memories he had. “She got on my nerves a lot, but I loved her more than anything.”

“Where she now?” James asked curiously.

Bucky put the toddler in his lap. “She’s in heaven,” he told the little boy. “You know how I’m really old?” James nodded. “Well, I have a special kind of…juice…that keeps me big and strong and young.”

“Did she not has the juice?” James asked – taking an interest in Bucky’s vibranium arm – tracing the gold parts with his finger.

Bucky shook his head. “No, she didn’t.”

“Do I gots the special juice?” James asked – looking up at his dad.

Bucky smiled. “You do.”

“Will da baby have da special juice?”

“Yes,” Bucky answered with a chuckle.

“Den I wanna be a big brudder!” James exclaimed. “When I can has da baby?”

            Later that night, once James had been put to bed and fallen sound asleep, you and Bucky enjoyed a hot bath with many glasses of wine shared between you.

            “He’s so precious,” you giggled, floating over to Bucky and sitting in his lap.

            Bucky chuckled that deep chuckle that send vibrations through your body. “He’s excited to be a big brudder.” He kissed the side of your neck and sucked it gently.

Eliciting a moan from your lips, he placed a trail of kisses and left a small bite in the nook of your neck.

“Such a tease,” you moaned softly and sipped your wine. To tease him back, you grinded yourself against his hardening cock.

He chuckled in your ear. “This tease is gonna put a baby in you.”

“Fuck.” You threw your head back against his chest and felt his hands begin to make their way to your aching cunt. “Please, Buck,” you begged wantonly. “Give me another baby.”

His fingers gently stroked your throbbing clit – his strong arm holding you to his chest as your hand grabs his head so you can get your lips to his neck. His moans were music to your ears as your lips kissed and mouth sucked on the sensitive skin just underneath his ear. Unable to take it anymore, and without finishing the bath that two of you were sharing, Bucky picked you up and carried you into the adjoining bedroom – placing you gently on the bed. His lips started their trail of kisses at your ankles, and he slowly made his way up – making sure to give both sides of your body an equal amount of love. When he got to your pussy, he placed a gentle kiss and continued on upwards. This night wasn’t about fucking. It wasn’t about making each other beg. It wasn’t about wanting the other to become overstimulated and a shaking mess. This night was about showing how much you loved one another and using that love to create a new life. Bucky made his way up your body some more, and he placed small kisses on your stomach – excitement growing within him. When he finally made it to your lips, he placed a deep yet gentle kiss on them. As you began losing yourself in the kiss, you swore you felt a water drop fall on your face. When you looked at the man hovering above you, you noticed the tear falling from his face.

            “Buck?” your voice was filled with worry. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

            He shook his head and let out a chuckle. “For the first time…absolutely nothing.”

You pulled his lips back down onto yours and felt him slowly slide inside you. His movements were slow and gentle. The two of you weren’t just having sex or trying to have a baby. You were both making love to the other’s body and soul. You had your hands tangled in the other’s hair – holding each other as close as possible while you swallowed up each other’s moans and gasps.

Neither of you had felt loved like this before. It was a different level of love you never thought existed, and it was a level that he never thought he’d deserve, let alone actually receive it.

“Thank you,” he panted against your lips – his thrusts staying slow and deep. You looked into his eyes for a deeper meaning.

“For what?” you asked through your heavy breaths.

His lips found the sweet spot on your neck once again. “For showing me happiness,” he began. “For loving me no matter what.” His breath was hot on your neck – his voice gravelly and lust filled. “For being good to me… For seeing past all the bad… For making me a dad.”

His words tugged at your heart. You knew about his past and everything he was put through, but when you heard the words come from his mouth, made your heart swell more than you thought possible. With a gentle shove, he let you switch positions so that you were on top of him and riding him slowly.

It was your turn to love on him.

Your kisses started at his forehead, and you made your way down each side of his body. You kissed each side of his head, neck, and when you got to his arms, you made sure to show them equal amounts of love. You kissed the scars that lined his shoulder and chest and kissed all of the fingers on his hands. He had never felt worshipped like this before, and it was a feeling he wanted to remember forever. Bucky wrapped his arms around you – pulling you down to his chest and holding you tightly while thrusting up into you gently.

Easily, he rolled the two of you back over so that he was on top again. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you pulled on it – bringing forth a gorgeous moan from the super soldier. He spread your legs wider and pushed them towards your chest – needing to get deeper and feel more of your warmth. You gasped at the feeling of the head of his cock bulging against your stomach.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you moaned, your back arching off the bed and allowing him to wrap his arm underneath and hold you close to him.

“You feel fucking amazing, mommy,” he praised.

Using those pet names lit something on fire deep within your body. Those titles were more than something to be used in bed. You were actually making him a daddy for a second time, and he was making you a mommy again. You regretted that he wasn’t there for James’ birth, his first birthday, holidays, or any other giant milestones like his first step or word. While it was true that James was still young enough to not remember his dad not being there in the beginning, you knew that Bucky wished he could’ve been there when the three-year-old was a baby, and you imagined the large soldier holding James as a baby many times over the years. There was nothing more you wanted to do than give him that chance.

“Right there, Buck,” you panted – his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“You gonna come on my cock, baby girl?” he breathed against your neck. “Gonna cover me with your honey?” If there was one thing you thought was hotter than anything, it was the way this 106-year-old man could talk dirty to you in a way that turned you on even more.

“So close, daddy,” you moaned – writhing underneath his large frame. He sped up just enough to push you over the edge – watching how your body shook with pleasure as you came all over his cock. Your nails scratched into his back as your eyes screwed shut – his lips being firmly pressed against yours as he let out a loud groan and filled you with his seed.

He kept thrusting – wanting to empty himself completely inside of your womb. The two of you rode out your highs before collapsing and holding each other in a post-orgasmic bliss.

[goddesspharo]

Ok so this isn’t really a question but I was thinking about possible plots for the third movie that have maximum phoenix and hangman (obviously) and I cannot shake the idea of a reunion of the daggers for some sort of secret mission

Now I know absolutely nothing about the navy but hear me out, the gang is called back in (hangman, rooster, payback, fanboy etc) after a plane went down in enemy territory and at the mission brief, it’s revealed, dun dun da da…. It was phoenix and Bob and there’s reason to believe they’re still out there

I have no idea if you’re open to prompt ideas so feel free to tell me to f all the way off but since they’ll probably never do something like that for the actual third movie, I figure the next best thing is the best fic rider for the ship

I’m sensing major opportunity for some Jake and Bradley begrudging partnership and fun dynamics all around

Thoughts?

Ooh, this kind of sounds like Stealth but not shitty. (Does anyone remember how they recut the trailers for that movie to heavily feature Jamie Foxx as soon as he won the Oscar despite him being in it for like 15 minutes? Lol)

I take all of the "we've got a timeline for Top Gun 3, etc etc" talk with a grain of salt because it took them like 30+ years to make the sequel -- everyone else might be all about franchises but I know Tom Cruise isn't going to churn out a legacy movie just to churn it out without a decent script or someone promising him that he can fly a plane inverted in space. As much as I love TGM, I don't see where they'd realistically go with a third movie (nor do I necessarily need them to? End on a high note I say). In the same way that Ethan Hunt is still very much front and center of the MI franchise much to Jeremy Renner's chagrin when he thought they'd hand it over to him, I don't see them ever shifting the focus off Mav who will be pushing 70 at that point (it's okay for Tom Cruise, but I don't think the navy is letting That Old Man do All That Shit).

Thank you for your faith in my ability to write a backdoor sequel, but to be honest it was tough work to write action scenes when I was writing against the grain of dystopic claims so I might not be the one to write about a rescue mission that doesn't involve everyone just threatening to kill each other because they read the map wrong and are now going around in circles in the jungle. I also harbor a secret belief that if Phoenix and Bob ever went down and they needed to launch a second mission to save them, by the time our himbos got there, Phoenix would already have saved them both and they'd be sipping Mai Tais poolside at the closest Club Med. Extreme "I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this" energy. If anything, she'd have to cut her vacation short to save the daggers who were supposed to be saving her.

But there is a sort of big damn hero moment coming up in can't fake what you can't break up with so hopefully that scratches the itch! (As an aside: to that anon who asked me last week about this fic, you kickstarted me working on that again with that ask. Of course now it's like 17k and I still haven't written that part that was holding me up, but the parts I did write make it flow better so thanks for getting the creative juices flowing! Turns out asking fic writers about their WIPs prompts them to write more stuff, go figure!)

[mooodyblue]

Could you write something where Elvis's little always struggles with letting themselves be little? Like even though they want to they fight and try to stay big and hide it from him? Maybe he didn't realize and he finally helps them slip

loved this one!! ty for the request :-)

wc: 805

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elvis knew you regressed sometimes. it wasn't odd to him, he understood why you did and why you needed to. it wasn't like you were regressed every single day. very rarely did he ever have to take care of you while little. mostly because you often hid your regression from him. elvis didn’t know though. you didn't want him to know.

you just felt bad about it sometimes. he was so busy and there were times where you just needed to be little, but you refused to bother him about it even if he did say he wanted to take care of you. it was your problem and not his, he'd often come home with plushies or a new coloring book for you just for him to never see it again. you took care of yourself while he was away and you were okay with that.

today however, elvis knew something was off. you'd been more quiet than usual and refused to be touched by him. when asked what was wrong, you only mumbled out that you were fine before going back to your magazine. the two of you decided to sit outside and get some sun.

except you weren't fine and you wished elvis would just leave. to just go to the studio or get called out on a meeting. elvis went on rambling about a ranch he was looking at earlier. you zoned out halfway through the conversation, suddenly getting up. “sorry, i’ll be right back.” elvis watched you walk back inside in confusion, not getting up until you were already inside. he caught you in the kitchen, frustration on your face as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

he rushed over to you, placing a hand on your back. “baby, what's goin’ on?” he asked cautiously.

“d-don’t talk t’me in that tone. i-i’m fine.” you stammered, stepping away from his touch. you wanted to slip so badly, to be taken care of and held with care by your daddy but not on his day off. “i just-”

“oh honey, you're feelin’ all fuzzy again aren't ya?” he frowned.

you finally caved in, looking at him with sad eyes and nodded.

“you been holdin’ back? i’m sorry, darlin' i should have noticed.” he opened the cupboard and picked out a sippy cup. “‘s all alright, honey. we’ll get ya all comfy and deal with that lil’ fuzziness in your head.” he filled it up with your favorite juice, tightly securing the lid and opened up a tiny packet of animal crackers.

“not fully there yet.” you muttered as you were handed the snack.

“don’t fight it, baby. daddy’s got ya now, i’ll take care of you.” he cooed, kissing the top of your head.

“just…feelin’ bad.” you held your sippy cup tightly between your hands, swishing it back and forth. “don't wanna bother da-you….b-but then things in my head get all icky ‘n i jus’ wan’ daddy.” your voice began to get softer, words slightly slurred. you brought the cup to your lips, sipping on the cold sweet juice that tiny you loved so deeply.

elvis sat next to you, brushing your hair back. “when you told me about that feelin’ you get, i promised i’d take care of ya. you got nothin’ to feel bad about. don't even care if i’m busy, i’ll come home and take care of you.” he reassured. “and trust me, sweetheart. i’d much rather be with you than down at the studio for ten hours straight.”

the corner of your lips perked up slightly, finally digging through the tiny bag of animal crackers.

“and don't fight that feelin’ you get either–it ain't good for ya. i want you to feel comfortable around me.”

you nodded, taking out a cracker in the shape of elvis's favorite animal. “daddy, look!” you gasped, holding it up proudly.

he grinned, “well, would ya look at that! and it was the first one you pulled ou-” you interrupted him and shoved the cracker in his mouth, giggling softly as you shoved another cracker into your mouth.

he gave you a playful glare, side eyeing you. “oh, imma get you back for that one!” he slowly brought his hands to you, meeting with your sides and tickling you. “silly wittle baby, that’s what ya get!”

you showed mercy, pushing him away playfully to finish your crackers. you took the final sips of your juice and ate the last cracker remaining in the bag, offering it to elvis first.

“all done, honey?”

you raised your hands proudly, “all done!” you cheered.

“good job, little!” he ruffled your hair as he washed your sippy cup out, setting aside to air dry while you threw away your trash. “alright, what does the baby wanna do now?”

“can we color?” you asked, shyly. “please?”

“let's do it!”

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 9

“A trip?” Rose asked, her spoon pausing before her mouth. Milk dripped from it into the cereal bowl below.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to go to the city for the weekend,” her father said. “Get out after everything that’s going on.”

“Is that okay?” Rose turned to where her bodyguard was lurking in the corner. Brown sipped at his orange juice as he considered the suggestion, before shrugging. “I don’t see why not. I’ll need to clear it with my superiors, but it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“This weekend?” Her sister furrowed her brow. “I suppose I don’t have any plans.”

“Trip! Trip!” Danny pounded his fists against the dinner table, almost spilling Rose’s cereal bowl. Her mom’s quick reflexes put the kibosh to her overexcited five-year-old's antics, using her hands to restrain him.

“That sounds like a great idea, Hun,” her mother said. “But will they allow you away from work, dear? You know how Mr. Zwicky can get.”

“Yeah,” Rose deflated. She feared her father would get pulled away for some business deal again. It was pointless to get her hopes up. Still, a shopping trip with her mom and siblings sounded nice.

“No!” Everyone jerked in surprise as a fist slammed against the table. Milk spilled from Rose’s bowl onto the tablecloth. Rose, however, was too shocked to notice.

“No, we are having this trip,” her father’s tone was emphatic. “I don’t give a da…” Her father sucked in a deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “My work keeps me too distant from you guys. I can’t allow that , not with everything happening!”

“Dad.” Had the Altair attacks affected her father more than she’d realized? 

“I think it’s a wonderful idea, Chris,” her mother said, taking her husband’s hands.

She smiled as he kissed her on the lips. “I don’t say enough how much I love you.”

“Indeed, you don’t.” She kissed him back. Rose looked away in embarrassment. Still, she was happy for them. She’d worried their marriage had gotten too cold, fearing the worst. “Still, won’t Zwicky get upset with you? Don’t you have a major deal you’re working on?”

“Frank can handle it,” her father said defiantly. Rose marveled that he was so willing to stand up to his boss. Usually, her timid father kowtowed to his wishes. Heck, he didn’t even seem concerned about what this defiance might do to his career.

“Are we sure he isn’t an impostor or something?” Sophia whispered to her. “Like an Altair took over his brain.” Rose fought hard to resist laughing.

“Besides, I have too much planned to worry about work!” her father continued. “Like the Twins game on Saturday. I’ve already bought tickets.”

“Have you now?” her mother raised an eyebrow, false accusation in her voice. Her father hadn’t made this decision spur-of-the-moment. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”

Rose bubbled with excitement. She loved baseball and hadn’t seen the Twins play live in forever. Her little brother let out a series of excited squeaks, equally thrilled by the prospect. Sophia pretended to be aloof but hid a secret smile.

“And I have a dozen other activities planned. I hear the zoo has recently revamped its lion exhibit. It might be fun checking out,” her father continued.

“I think you’re a genius,” her mom kissed her husband on the cheek. Her father responded with a radiant smile, the happiest she’d seen him in ages.

“We needed the trip,” Rose thought. It was strange to consider the Altair had brought them closer all together, the monstrous aliens healing a festering wound they’d never realized was there. Rose couldn’t wait for the weekend.

---

“What a mess,” Sandage stared at the scene before him, glad he wasn’t there in person. The crime scene’s miasma stunk something fierce. “What could have caused this?”

Agent Flamsteed ran his fingers through his hair, considering how best to answer. “It’s hard to say. An eyewitness saw a dark-haired man covered in dark stains leave the crime scene but vanished before the witness got a good look at him.”

“Vanished?”

“Disappeared like smoke,” Flamsteed replied before shrugging. “But it was dark, and the witness wasn’t exactly sober.”

“That any single person did this defies belief. The Altair must be involved. It’s the most logical explanation.” The bar was a gruesome scene, the worst Sandage had ever seen. It was difficult to tell if the remains scattered across the crime scene had even been human. 

“We can’t be sure,” Flamsteed said after a moment’s consideration. “We’ve yet to find any telltale signs of their involvement. In the previous Altair attacks, we found fragments of their flesh contaminating the scene to spread their corruption. Here? We’ve passed through the crime scene a dozen times yet found nothing.”

Then the Altair weren’t involved? Sandage frowned, that answer not satisfying him. Were the Altair trying to keep a lower profile? Not well, but still avoiding making it obvious. The implications were disturbing. They still didn’t know how intelligent the alien invaders were. 

“Another thing. We found this on one of the victim’s phones, a Carolyn Drake.” The other agent revealed a phone in an evidence baggy.

Sandage’s blood went cold as he saw the picture on the screen. It was Rose standing with President Okona. He released a ragged breath. “One heck of a coincidence. One I don’t like at all.” He cursed, wishing he hadn’t agreed to allow the girl and her family to go on a weekend trip to Minneapolis. They were leaving tomorrow morning. Still, it might be safer if his charge left town for a couple days. He’d have agents scour the girl’s home for any suspicious characters.

“Good work finding this. Aid the capital police however you can. Find this dark-haired man. But keep this quiet. We don’t know if he’s an Altair or not. We don’t want to scare people needlessly.” 

Great, more bad news! He was still stinging after the failed attempt to track the owner of the P.O. box of Doctor William von Fraunhofer’s pen pal. A third party picked up the mail for Macauley, then mailed it to another distant address across the country. He cursed this mysterious benefactor for sending his agency on this bizarre wild goose chase, but he wasn’t discouraged. Sandage swore he’d hunt this person to the ends of the Earth, if only to heal his wounded pride.

Another no-name town in Ohio, huh? Run all you like, Macauley. You’re never escaping me!

“Anyway, in the meantime, Put extra guards on Rose,” Sandage considered calling her back home but decided against it. He didn’t want to cause Rose undue worry. That girl deserved a normal day out. “Report anything suspicious.”

“Yes, sir,” the junior agent said, running off to make the necessary calls.

“I’m getting a bad feeling.” And the Luyten V’s new weapon wouldn’t be ready for another month. 

Sandage gave the LUVOLT headquarters a call. “Gold? I want you to hurry production on Project: Pierce, work triple shifts if required.”

“You’re a real slave driver, you know that?” Doctor Gold said, annoyed. “You realize we’re working with technology the world’s never seen before?”

“We have no choice.”

“Oh,” Gold said, his voice sobering as he caught Sandage’s tone. “I can’t promise anything, but we’ll do our best.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Sandage sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His body drooped, the last few sleepless nights taking their toll. Since the first Altair attack, he hadn’t been sleeping well. “We’re counting on you. Good luck.”

Sandage heard a smile behind the scientist’s voice. “Will do. You can count on us. We’re all eager to save the world.” Sandage only hoped it’d be enough.

---

“Rose, did you pack the extra snacks?” her mom said from the backseat. Rose yawned. The sun hadn’t risen yet, its red rim visible on the horizon. As usual, her father wanted to leave bright and early.

“Yes, Mom.” The grocery bag Rose held made a satisfactory rumble as she shook it. “Everything’s here.”

“Soph, could you load the water for me?” Inside, Rose heard her mom fiddling with their brother’s booster seat. “Just put it in the back.”

Busy with her phone, Sophia hadn’t noticed. Rose elbowed her ribs to get her attention. “Huh?”

“Water bottles in the back,” Rose said, hiding a smug smile. “Wait till we’re in the car to play with your phone.”

“Okay.” Sophia returned with a wrapped pack of water bottles, grunting under their weight as she loaded them next to the groceries they’d already packed.

After an hour of organized chaos getting everything ready, they loaded into the van. Not wanting to interfere with their family trip, her bodyguard’s beat-up brown Mustang tailed behind them. 

Feeling somewhat anti-social, Rose stuck in earbuds and listened to her music. While gentle nature sounds played, she watched the scenery zip past. It was a lovely day, the grass richly green and the sun brightening the cloudless sky. Rose emptied her mind, just enjoying the ride. 

“Rose?” A voice called, rousing Rose from her reverie. She pulled out her earbuds.

“Yes?”

“I’m wondering how you’ve been, Rue?” Her sister asked. “How are things at school?”

Surprised her sister wanted to chat, Rose answered. “About as usual. A school fair’s coming up. They’ve partnered me with Georges. He’s working pretty hard to impress me. He insists on daily visits to check the project’s progress!”

“From your tone, I can tell you’re not exactly pleased with him,” her sister replied ruefully.

“Georges can be a lot,” Rose made a vague gesture with her hand.

“You know he’s had a crush on you since forever?”

“Don’t remind me. I’d like Georges more if he backed off and respected my space. “It’s like he thinks if he isn’t constantly attentive to me, I’ll forget his existence!”

Sophia laughed and rolled her eyes. “Some boys can be dumb like that. In high school, this one boy became obsessed with me simply because I smiled at him once.”

“No!” Rose said, scandalized.

“Fraid so. I ended up telling him upfront I wasn’t interested in him. It wasn’t pretty. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he didn’t understand boundaries. Teenage years are the worst for romantic stuff. Nobody knows how it works.”

“Joy.” And she’d have to deal with that nonsense soon, too.

“But you’ll each figure things out. Georges is still immature. Just tell him how you feel about his behavior. You should deal with this sooner rather than later before he becomes even more hormonal and crazy.”

“But…” Rose hesitated, knowing it’d devastate her friend. It might ruin their friendship!  But she realized the wisdom of her sister’s advice. “No, you’re right. I’ll tell him sometime soon.” She’d better deal with it now, not wanting to tolerate this unwanted behavior for years. “You’re surprisingly wise, Soph.”

“That’s what elder sisters are for, Rue.” Sophia ruffled her little sister’s hair. Her smile turned sad. “I’ve missed this, just talking with you like this. I’ve let school distract me for too long. When I leave for college in the fall, we won’t see each other as often. I’ll miss you.”

“Me too.” Rose looked down, her mood turning dim. “With everything going on, it’s made me realize how distant I’ve been, too. I’ve been lashing out at you because of my frustrations. I’m sorry.”

“No, I understand. You’re thirteen, Rue. I was that age once. Dear Lord, I’m already sounding like an old lady.” Both sisters shared a laugh. “So, what’s your science fair project about? Knowing you, it’s something special.”

Rose warmed to her sister as they chatted. It reminded her how much she looked up to her older sister. A pang stabbed her heart when she realized how much she’d miss Sophia once she left for college. Still, they had ample time during the trip to compensate for lost time.

---

Okab’s nose scrunched up as he explored the human dwelling, disliking the ever-present tree scent, as if the humans didn’t stink enough. His prey dwelled in a modest two-story building. Its contents sparked some curiosity from the Altair general.

It seemed the humans living here had offspring, which they did their best to accommodate. Okab stretched down to pick up a toy that resembled an Earth animal with a long gray trunk in place of its nose. It squealed as he squeezed it, no doubt to entertain a human baby’s developing brain. 

Unlike the Altair, who were born fully formed and intelligent, humans spent their first dozen years helpless and feeble. It was a miracle their species survived this long.

Okab wondered if this development period came with special evolutionary advantages. The general shook his head, dropping the toy on the carpeted floor. Understanding the human species wasn’t his mission.

From the home’s scent, it’d been vacant for the last day. Rose’s family must have gone somewhere. Okab cursed. Had his prey realized someone was pursuing them? But Okab decided against such an idea. If that were true, they’d leave a trap to destroy him. His prey hadn’t left their home in a hurry, meaning they were still unaware of any impending danger. But where would these humans go?

Should he wait here until they returned? No, that wouldn’t do. Before entering, he’d observed some humans watching over the building and dealt with them. While this pathetic species didn’t possess a hive mind to notify them of these guards’ demise, someone would notice their absence. No, it was best to continue the pursuit.

“What’s this?” Okab spotted a calendar displaying the planet’s lunar cycle pinned to a wall. Someone had written notes for daily activities in a neat scrawl in each square box. On the box representing this day, it said “trip to Minneapolis” for the upcoming few days. It listed various activities, each marked with a timestamp. Okab tore the calendar from its pin on the wall, showing an array of jagged teeth as he smiled. Rose was in his sights now.

Okab leaped onto the motorcycle he’d taken from a human and revved its engine. He marveled at its simple mechanical power, the machine’s rumbling excited something deep within him. This motorcycle was the only thing he’d enjoyed since arriving on this worthless, noisy rock. The Altair general laughed as he sped away from Rose’s home in delight at the machine’s raw power and speed.

[itsmeutsav95]

Turlock's Best Coffee Shops and Cafes.

Turlock, a charming city nestled in the heart of California's Central Valley, is more than just a hub for agriculture and education. It’s also home to a burgeoning coffee scene, where artisanal brews and cozy atmospheres offer residents and visitors alike a delightful retreat. Here’s a curated list of some of Turlock’s best coffee shops and cafes.

1. Latte Da Coffee Café

Located in the heart of downtown Turlock, Latte Da Coffee Café is a local favorite. This family-owned gem is known for its warm, welcoming environment and top-notch coffee. They pride themselves on sourcing high-quality beans and offering a variety of brewing methods, from classic drip to intricate pour-overs. Their menu also includes a selection of teas, pastries, and light lunch options, making it a perfect spot for a casual meetup or a quiet work session.

2. Almond Tree Coffee

Almond Tree Coffee is more than just a coffee shop; it’s a community hub. Situated near the university, it attracts a diverse crowd, including students, professionals, and families. The café offers a range of specialty coffee drinks, with the Almond Joy Latte being a standout favorite. The comfortable seating and free Wi-Fi make it an ideal spot for studying or remote work. In addition to coffee, they serve fresh, locally sourced pastries and snacks.

3. Dust Bowl Brewing Co. Tap Depot

While primarily known for its craft beers, Dust Bowl Brewing Co. Tap Depot also serves an excellent selection of coffee. This unique venue combines the best of both worlds, offering a lively atmosphere with a laid-back vibe. Their coffee bar features locally roasted beans, and the skilled baristas ensure each cup is brewed to perfection. It’s an excellent place to start your day with a caffeine kick and return in the evening for a craft beer.

4. La Mo Café

La Mo Café offers a delightful fusion of Mexican and American flavors. This eclectic spot is beloved for its vibrant décor and unique menu. The café serves organic coffee, sourced from sustainable farms, and their house-made horchata latte is a must-try. In addition to coffee, La Mo offers an array of breakfast and lunch items, including traditional Mexican dishes. The colorful atmosphere and friendly service make it a favorite among locals and visitors alike.

5. The Greenery

The Greenery is a vegan café that has gained a reputation for its commitment to sustainability and health-conscious menu. Alongside their excellent coffee, they offer a wide range of plant-based foods, fresh juices, and smoothies. The café’s minimalist décor and serene environment provide a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle. Their specialty lattes, made with alternative milk options like oat and almond, cater to all dietary preferences.

6. Jams@209 Sports Lounge

For those who enjoy a bit of sports with their coffee, Jams@209 Sports Lounge is the place to be. This hybrid café and sports bar offers a unique combination of great coffee, delicious food, and live sports. The extensive menu features a variety of coffee drinks, from espressos to flavored lattes, along with hearty breakfast and lunch options. The multiple screens and lively atmosphere make it an ideal spot for catching a game while sipping your favorite brew.

7. Clayton's Coffee Shop

Clayton's Coffee Shop is a retro-style diner that takes you back in time. Known for its vintage charm and classic American breakfast, it also serves some of the best coffee in Turlock. The friendly staff and nostalgic atmosphere make it a beloved spot for locals. Their bottomless coffee option is perfect for those who like to linger over multiple cups while enjoying the nostalgic ambiance.

Conclusion

Turlock’s coffee scene is diverse and vibrant, reflecting the city's unique blend of cultures and communities. Whether you're looking for a quiet place to work, a lively spot to watch the game, or a cozy corner to enjoy a book, Turlock's coffee shops and cafes offer something for everyone. Each of these establishments provides not just a cup of coffee but a community experience, making them essential stops for anyone exploring the heart of California.

[ronanbrackens]

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ronan leaned back in his chair, a low chuckle escaping as omer’s words tumbled out like a cask of wine tipped too far. “aye, ‘wise elder,’ is it now? well, if ye’re wearin’ the title, i’ll get started on craftin’ ye a cane, if ya don't have one already. i’ll have it shaped like yer head, smug grin and all, so ye’ll never forget what humility looks like.” his grin widened as he lifted his goblet, tipping it toward omer in mock salute before taking a long sip. the whiskey hit his tongue, sharp, and for a moment, it dulled the warm prickle of embarrassment rising under his skin at the topic of conversation.

“the old bracken charm,” he repeated, shaking his head with a snort. “i’ll have ye know it’s still workin’ just fine, past thirty an’ all. though i’ll admit,” he added, feigning a dramatic sigh, “it’s harder to woo a lass when there’s lads like you runnin’ around, braggin’ about yer clockwork keep an’ perfect bairns. ye make the rest of us look bad, omer mate.” but then omer pressed on, and the taunting shifted, as it always did with him, to something sharper, something that cut closer to truth. ronan drummed his fingers on the edge of the table, his smile faltering slightly before he caught it and plastered it back in place.

“this ‘someone,’ ye say.” his tone was lighter now, deflective, though the words stuck to his throat like pitch. “ah, well, i cannae be givin’ away all me secrets, now can i? where’d be the fun in that?” omer’s boyhood nickname hit its mark, and ronan barked a laugh despite himself. “nannie!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “ye’ve nae called me that in years, ye arse. i should’ve thrown ye in the river the last time ye said it.” but omer’s snapping fingers and mischievous grin dragged him back to the topic at hand, and ronan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers curling around his goblet.

“fine, fine,” he relented, though his words came slower now, laced with something quieter as he noticed the obvious grimace omer made in drinking his fruit juice. truthfully, ronan knew many a man in their ways who drank and had their ups and downs with it all; but the whiskey was in their blood. there would be no avoiding it, and he saw no point in omer avoiding it entirely; it was part of them. all he needed to do was be moderate in how much he drank.

“aye, there’s someone. an’ maybe she’s the reason i’ve been draggin’ me heels on getting it done. or maybe i’m just waitin’ for the day she looks at me an’ sees more than just the smartest, most attractive knight in the all the realms who tells too many jokes. she tells a lot of stories, yeah? use that big head of yours to do da thinking.” he downed the rest of his whiskey in one go, then slammed the goblet down with a grin. “but enough about me, ye nosy old fox. tell me, how’s yer fruit juice treatin’ ye?”

The playful jab about his age had earned a hearty laugh, but Omer wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip. “Aye, I’ll take the title of wise elder if it suits you, lad. Though you’ll be needing my wisdom more than I need your jests, seeing as I’ve got the wife, the babes, and the keep running like clockwork.” His grin widened, a fox’s smile if there ever was one. “You, meanwhile, are still figuring out if the old Bracken charm works past thirty.”

He waved a hand in mock dismissal, leaning back again and folding his arms across his chest. “But this someone, eh? Now that’s a bit of news. Here I thought you’d go to your grave as the gallant bachelor of Stone Hedge, with nothing but your pipe and your whiskey to keep you warm. Tell me, cousin,” Omer’s voice dropped into a conspiratorial tone, his expression half teasing and half curious, “is this ‘someone’ the reason you’re still dancing around the idea of settling down? Or are you just biding your time, hoping she’ll come to her senses and agree to marry the likes of you?”

He laughed, but there was warmth in it, a genuine interest hidden beneath the ribbing. Omer reached for his goblet, grimacing slightly as he drank the fruit juice he was so thoroughly sick of. It wasn’t whiskey and he wished it was, perhaps a cup before bed. Maybe two. Or three.

“You know I’m not one to pry—” he paused, lifting a hand to stop Ronan’s inevitable scoff, “—but don’t make me drag it out of you, Nannie.” Omer teased him with the boyhood nickname, his fingers running over his dark hair. Then, he clapped his hands and snapped his fingers. "Oh," mischief settled comfortably on his face. "go on Ro, say it."

[griffinsmith]

surprisingly trying to ignore your evil alter ego doesnt work out in the long run and jackall will learn that the hard way

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 6-Giggle

Kagami had never seen her best friend so happy. She was use to Marinette's tiny giggles. They always meant something, but this one seemed new. Kagami sipped on her orange juice and continued to watch Marinette.

'Marinette has changed so much over the last three years.'

She smiled thinking back to the Marinette she had first met. Marinette use to wear pigtails and was so unsure of herself. Past Marinette wore pants and double layers. The Marinette across from her wore clothes she made herself and was confident about them. She now wore her hair down, most days. This Marinette wore off the shoulder tops and floral shorts. She even wore heels, daily.

Marinette wasn't even paying attention to her; she was too busy looking at her phone and sipping her taro boba.

"Adrien send you another cat video?" Kagami questioned.

"No." Marinette smiled, "Damian sent me a video of Titus chasing a squirrel in the park."

'Damian? Titus?'

Kagami looked closely at Marinette's face. It was practically glowing. The fencer quickly realized what was going on.

"You like him!" she announced.

The baker's daughter began to turn red.

"N-No!" Marinette answered, quickly, "Da-Damian is-"

"Don't you dare turn into Adrien." her friend interrupted.

Marinette closed her mouth and pouted.

Kagami questioned, "Does he make you happy?"

Mari nodded.

"Is he available to meet up?" the fencer continued.

"Damian doesn't leave here." Marinette answered, "He lives in the U.S."

'Long distance? I can work with this.'

"How do you spend time together?" she asked.

"We call each other, text, or do video calls." the designer admitted.

"So, ask him out!" Kagami declared.

Marinette placed her phone in her lap. Kagami couldn't understand the sadness overcoming her best friend's face.

"D-Damian is a lot like you." Marinette began, "He doesn't really…….He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. He keeps it hidden so I really don't know. I can honestly say we're friends and he doesn't use that word so easily."

"I see." Kagami frowned, "Tell me more about him. Is he like Adrien?"

"Nope." Mari continued, "Complete opposite. Damian is bluntly honest and doesn’t hide behind words. If he doesn’t like something, he'll say it to your face. Honesty is something I have always admired. He loves animals and we talk a lot about art. He's one of the few who understands my art ramble nonsense, the most."

"What about us dragging you out to do things that don't involve work?" the fencer questioned with a smirk.

"He doesn’t know." the designer declared, "And I'm not telling him."

"I should tell him." Kagami smirked.

Marinette shouted, "No!" pulling her phone closer to her chest.

Gami chuckled, "What is he going to do? Is he going to get on a flight, come over and yell at you?"

"He might." Marinette flushed pink, "If not, he'll blow up my phone."

"Then," Kagami began, "I wish to fight him in combat."

"No!" Marinette exclaimed.

"Is he weaker than Adrien?" the fencer questioned.

Mari bit her lip, before admitting, "I think he's stronger that you both and I don’t want you to get hurt. He's been trained to fight with blades since he was four. He's told me he has scars; Damian ususally dresses in layers."

The Tsurugi heir smiled, "Then, it seems you will be protected and taken care of. He sounds worthy of you."

Marinette blushed, "Kagami, I….I don't know if I can do this again. I can't wait to figure out if I'm going to get my heart broken again for no reason. I know I like him, but it……different from last time."

Suddenly, Marinette's phone began to ring. She looked at it and saw Damian was calling her. She began to panic.

"Answer it." Kagami demanded.

Marinette gulped and answered her phone, "Damian?"

"Marinette, I'd like to have the pleasure of taking you out on a date." Damian spoke, suddenly.

Marinette turned red. Kagami began to nod her head and Mari mirrored her.

"Yes!" Kagami shouted, "Words, Marinette! Use your words!"

"Yes?" Mari answered.

She could hear Damian chuckling at her response.

"I will call you later with more details of when it is possible to meet up." the Wayne heir continued.

Marinette smiled at the thought of meeting up sometime soon.

"Also, Habibiti, I loved your confession." he concluded.

"What?" she questioned.

"You called me, first. I did try to get your attention, but I can certainly say our feelings are mutual." Damian replied, before hanging up.

Marinette quickly pulled her phone away from her ear. She clicked on the call icon and saw she had called Damian and the call had lasted almost ten minutes. Damian had ended the call and called her immediatley.

'I called him!'

Kagami began to laugh at her friend's misfortune.

"Not again!" exclaimed Marinette.

"Again?" Kagami questioned.

Mari nodded and set her head on the table.

Kagami seemed perplexed, "This happened before?"

"Alya got me to call Adrien to ask him out, once, but I got his voicemail. I thought I had hung up. I went on this long rant; I called him 'Hot Stuff'. When I found out the voicemail was still going, I ended up breaking into his locker and stealing his phone to delete it." Mari admitted.

Kagami looked at her friend and began to laugh. Marinette giggled nervously, before breaking out into laughter.

Kagami's laughter died down into a giggle, "I think this time, it will end well."

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[michaelmilligan]

Midam week day five: INTERSTELLAR

(Aka Adam's birthday aka the Feast of St. Michael aka Cheers I'll drink to all that, bro)

A breeze was rustling through the grass as they landed, long blue stalks swaying under a red and purple sky.

At least Adam thought that it was grass they were standing in. With a little luck, it wouldn't be another sentient colony of strangely formed tentacles.

What is this? Adam asked as his eyes came to rest on an assembly of strangely out of place items a few feet away.

A PLANET NEAR EPSILON ERIDANI, Michael said, which – okay, interesting, but not the point.

I meant this. Adam started walking towards the table set up in the middle of the field, complete with a white tablecloth and four chairs around it. The pale brown of the furniture and bright white of the cloth looked strangely alien in this environment. Is this the fabled restaurant at the end of the universe?

Michael brought out his projection to roll his eyes at him. DON'T BE SILLY.

A smile tugged on Adam's lips, but he didn't let it take over completely. Why not?

With a fond sigh, but no answer, Michael turned his projection towards the table.

WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU IS THE SET-UP FOR A FEAST. He frowned. THE RATHER INCOMPLETE SET-UP, I'M AFRAID. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LET ME TAKE OVER THE BODY FOR A BIT LATER SO I CAN SMITE MY BROTHER.

Your brother? What does Gabriel have to do with it?

WELL. I FIGURED THIS YEAR, WE COULD CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY TRADITIONALLY.

On an alien planet?

Michael huffed and rolled his eyes again, but then suddenly seemed shy.

WITH FAMILY, he said eventually.

“Surprise!” Gabriel took exactly that moment to pop up right before them, startling Adam so bad he would have fallen over if not for Michael's wings stabilizing him.

“Gabriel!” Raphael's voice came from between some bushes, their vessel's face poking out. “We were supposed to wait for the signal!”

“Well, it was getting boring. So. Ta-da! Whadda ya think?” Gabriel gestured towards the table while Raphael sighed and stepped out of the bushes to walk toward them.

“Um. It's nice?” Adam said uncertainly.

Next to him, Michael made his projection visible.

“You were supposed to prepare a feast!” he accused his brother, pointing angrily.

Now it was Gabriel's turn to roll his eyes. “Don't get your wings in a twist. Just 'cause you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there.”

With a snap of his fingers, the table was suddenly laid with silver cutlery, porcelain plates and so much food that Adam had trouble taking it all in. There were bottles on ice, too, and Gabriel pulled one out of a bucket to reveal it was champagne. After popping the cork out with his grace, he poured them each a glass.

“To the Feast of Saints Gabriel, Raphael and Michael!”

“That's not the correct order,” Michael complained, but it was half-hearted. His relationship with Gabriel was still a bit rocky, hundreds of years of bitterness and anger not simply forgotten or forgiven all that quickly. So Michael was, at least, always careful not to start a real fight. Occasional banter and indignation notwithstanding.

The champagne was refreshing and bubbly, and Adam wondered if it had more alcohol than usual or if being in a different atmosphere affected him, because he already felt a little drunk after just one sip.

“Right, I forgot it's not just Michael's day,” he said. In his youth, the pastor had mostly talked about St. Michael on this day. After all, there was a reason it was known as Michaelmas.

“It's not like we've ever celebrated it before,” Raphael said, eyeing the champagne in their glass critically. “Gabriel had to google what the day even means.”

“So?” Gabriel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Humans come up with weird meanings for days all the time.”

“Well, the most important thing today is Adam's birthday”, Michael said.

Gabriel nodded. “So it's the Feast of Adam, Gabriel and company.”

Michael glared at him.

Instead of even acknowledging that, Gabriel just conjured up a bottle of orange juice and filled up their half-empty champagne glasses.

“To me and some guy from Windom, Minnesota!” he said cheerfully. “And also some other archangels or whatever.”

Michael sighed, but seemed to decide it wasn't worth getting into it, and he just raised his glass to Adam.

NOT JUST SOME GUY, he thought at Adam, keeping it private between them. MY GUY.

Once again, Adam barely tempered down his smile. The Feast of St. Michael's guy from Minnesota.

Michael smiled back at him. THE FEAST OF ST. MICHAEL'S GUY FROM MINNESOTA, AND THAT GUY'S SIBLINGS-IN-LAW.

“Something you guys wanna share with the class?” Gabriel asked sarcastically, looking between them.

Without ever breaking eye contact with Adam, Michael simply said: “No.”

“You don't wanna know, Gabe,” Adam added, also still looking fondly at Michael, his smile only growing bigger as he heard Gabriel pretend to gag.

Adam had never had a brother – not one who counted, anyway – but he thought maybe Gabriel could be that. Plus Raphael, the long-suffering middle child... Yeah. Maybe they were something like a family.

A family of mostly immortal beings having mimosas between the stars.

That might not be the most traditional birthday for a human, but Adam really hoped it could become a tradition for him.