#there were some sad moments there were some VERY healing cute moments

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat i think im gonna be sick

(Powers of X #6)

[jeonginsleftcheek]

A relaxing evening

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers

word count: 3.2k

warnings: soft dom lix, big dick lix, sensual massage, clit play, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, one light spank, not proofread (lmk if i missed something)

a/n: after spending a month writing a literal 70k+ book for hyunjin i hit a bit of a writer's block and who better to get me out of it than my very own muse, lee felix😏

~ Masterlist

To say you've had a horrible day was an understatement.

You've had the worst day that actually stretched and turned into the worst week.

Your boss was on your neck constantly, there was so much work to do which made you stay at the company working overtime and coming home late.

To make matters worse, everyone was angry and annoyed, so the conflict at work grew into a displeasing feeling that had you desperate for any kind of relief, even just a free afternoon to nap.

Felix, your roommate and friend, noticed how you came home later than usually and more drained day after day, the dark circles under your eyes getting progressively darker as the week came to an end.

Finally, Friday came around and you were barely standing on your feet when you walked into the apartment.

Felix is sitting on the couch, probably playing some games before sleep as you shuck off your shoes.

"Hi, sugar plum."- he snickers when he hears you groaning behind him, his head falling backwards to catch a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't start. I'm not in the mood."- you say tiredly.

Usually you throw disgustingly cute nicknames back and forth at each other but your brain was short-circuiting so bad that even thinking of a nickname for your friend was hard.

Felix exhales, pouting as he gets up and makes his way to you, helping you take off your blazer.

"I'll heat up some dinner."- he says and you nod, not even bothering to answer because the last ounce of strength you have is focused on standing upright.

You follow him to the kitchen to drink some water, and Felix looks at your tired frame, feeling sad that you're so down, instead of being your usual self, the one that jokes around and yaps away with him until the early morning.

"Why don't you sit down?"- he guides you to the chair and you sit wordlessly.

"My whole body hurts."- is what you say after a few moments of silence, as Felix waits for the dinner to warm up, his eyes trained outside the window.

"And my mind too."- you add as he looks at you and you notice the sympathetic smile he gives you.

"Well..."- Felix starts as he takes the food out on a plate. "I could prepare you a nice warm bath."

"You would do that?"- you ask, in your tired state you feel emotional and tears prick at your eyes.

"Of course I would."- he smiles, the sweet expression on his face as he brings you dinner makes you feel a little bit healed already.

"You're an angel, Lixie."- you smile as he squeezes your shoulder.

"I don't know about that."- he chuckles shyly, his freckled cheeks becoming rosy instantly.

You shake your head with a fond smile as he makes his way to the bathroom while you finally have a normal warm meal after the lunch you ate at work.

Hunger takes you over and you finish eating quickly, just in time for Felix to come back.

"Oh, you're done already?"- he asks.

"Don't judge me."- you say and he chuckles.

"No, I'm not judging, just wondering if you're still hungry. I could make you something else?"

"No, no don't worry, Lix. I'm ready for that relaxing bath."- you smile and he nods, biting on his lip.

"Um, can I suggest something?"- he asks as you stand up and you tilt your head at him.

"What is it?"- you ask curiously.

"You know I have some knowledge about massaging. I could help you relieve your stress with a full body massage." - Felix says and your eyes widen. "I mean if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to... ugh forget it."- he seems embarassed suddenly and you chuckle.

"A free full body massage? Sign me up."- you smirk.

"Who said it was free?"- he smirks back at you.

"Oh, so you're gonna charge me for your services, hm?"- you joke and he laughs.

"No, of course not. I'm just joking."- he says. "Go enjoy the bath I prepared, before it gets cold."- he adds and you make your way to the bathroom.

As soon as you walk in, you gasp, Felix has really made an effort.

He put your favorite bath bomb with bubbles into the water, lit your favorite scented candle and even adjusted the lighting to be less attacking on your tired eyes.

You strip in no time, throwing all your clothes inside the hamper and getting into the bath as quickly as you could.

The water is still warm and it feels wonderful to submerge your weary body into the relaxing feeling.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back on a towel as you feel the relaxation slowly taking you over, traveling through your limbs and making you feel weightless.

The warm and cozy atmosphere that Felix created have you almost falling asleep in the bath as your body slips a little and you sit up with a start, your eyes snapping open.

"Y/n? You okay?"- you hear Felix on the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out soon."

"Okay, I prepared everything for the massage."- he says and you giggle to yourself.

You don't feel too nervous being practically naked in front of Felix as you have known him for a long time and since you've been roommates you have seen each other naked on accident a few times.

He even gave you a few shoulder and back massages when you were in pain from sitting at your desk for too long but he never suggested a full body one.

Curious about it and ready to relax completely, you shower and dry off quickly, putting a bathrobe on and leaving to your room.

"Lix?"- you peek inside and see that he has fluffed up your bed, lit another scented candle and a few normal ones just to add to the atmosphere, and prepared some massage oils.

"Damn, you went all out."- you chuckle.

"I wanna make you feel better."- he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter a little as you make your way towards the bed.

The two of you stand awkwardly for a few moments before both of you chuckle.

"I should undress, right?"- you smile and Felix nods quickly before turning his back to you and covering his eyes for a good measure.

"Tell me when you're ready to start."- his voice is muffled behind his palms and you giggle as you take the robe off.

You lay down on your stomach, pulling a towel that Felix prepared over your backside and private parts, getting comfy on the soft bed.

"I'm ready."- you say when you find a nice position, your forehead pressed against the end of the pillow so you can breathe, your arms on either sides of you, aligning with your body.

Felix bites on his lip as his eyes roam on your body shamelessly.

"Lix?"- you say and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yes, let me grab some lavender oil. It's good for relaxing."- he announces and you mutter, ready to just enjoy having his skilful hands on you.

Felix kneels next to you, as you feel the bed dip and hear him opening the little bottle of oil.

Some light music is playing in the background and you exhale a hundred worries as soon as his fingers press on your shoulders.

"Mm Lixie."- you moan instantly, making his gut stir but he shakes it off, wanting to focus only on your well-being.

His thumbs circle your flesh slowly, going up to the sides of your neck and down the top of your shoulders before pressing back to the original spot, circling it and taking off the stiffness you feel from spending long hours at your desk.

Little moans of relaxation keep coming out of your mouth and Felix's sweatpants get tighter, as your body visibly relaxes.

Working his way down your back, he keeps adding oil and finding the most painful spots skilfully and relieving you of your pain, as if it was his actual career.

"God, Lixie, you're so good."- you whimper, smushing your face into the pillow for a moment.

"I know."- Felix smirks, making you chuckle.

And he does know. He knows exactly which pressure points are located where so when his fingers press into your lower back, just a bit above your ass, you feel a wave wash over you.

"Oh."- you exclaim a little but Felix never acknowledges it, smirking behind you as he gently massages your lower back.

You start feeling a bit hot, aroused even as he continues his ministrations, fingertips barely dipping to the swell of your ass.

Your breathing is slow and deep, your body completely relaxed as you left yourself in Felix's precious hands.

Felix shuffles a little, you hear more oil being opened before you feel his hands on your foot.

"Good?"- he checks in on you and you whimper as he presses and continues bringing you relaxing touches.

"Perfect."- you half-whisper, your mind floaty, all the stress from the week forgotten, no thoughts, just Felix.

Felix, with his soft hands and deep voice, his pretty smile and adorable freckles.

Wait.

Why are you thinking of him like that?

You don't know why, and you don't care as his hands slide above your ankle, he presses four fingers on your skin as if he's measuring something on the inner side before he finds a pressure point and starts working on it.

As soon as his finger finds that spot, you shiver, feeling yourself getting aroused the more he keeps circling that spot.

You would feel embarassed but you're so relaxed that you couldn't care less, your body melting even further into the bed, your arms coming up on either sides of your head as you gently fist the sheets beneath you.

Felix smirks, massaging the point harder, making your arousal drip between your folds, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He notices your slight squirming and that lets him know he's got you right where he wanted you.

He lets go for now, hands sliding up to massage your tired muscles.

At this point, you're aroused, wishing he would touch you where you need him the most and you want to press your legs together but you don't want him to notice that.

Felix already knows, after all, his touches were purposeful and he has wanted you for so long, wanted to be the one to make you feel good.

"Lix."- his nickname almost sounds like a whimper as he runs his hands on the back of your thighs.

"You okay?"- he asks, his fingertips dipping between your legs, touching your inner thighs as he gently starts massaging the flesh.

This is the last straw, your slick is now gushing out and you start feeling embarassed, wondering if he can see it or smell it.

"I-I'm fine."- you whimper as he keeps massaging your thighs.

"You sure?"- he asks, hands sliding up, close to your core and you lean into his touch as you grip the sheets.

"N-no."- you whimper.

"What's wrong?"- Felix smirks, fingertips brushing your asscheeks.

"I- um... I'm horny."- you turn your head sideways to look at him and he hovers over you.

"I know. You're kinda obvious."- he says and you whine.

"You did this on purpose."- you say as he runs his hands on your lower back and waist, making you shiver constantly as you feel ten times more sensitive than usually.

"Would you hate me if I did?"- he bites on his lip, his eyes big and pleading.

"No."- you whisper.

"You want me to continue?"- he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"How about a special massage?"- his voice is low as he slowly removes the towel. "Do I have your permission, angel?"

"Yeah."- you say, legs spreading slightly as you lift up your middle just a bit so he can touch you properly.

Felix groans at you presenting your wetness to him, your forehead buried in the pillow again as you anticipate his touches.

His hands are on your ass, as he gropes and massages them before his fingertips dip between your legs, sliding through your wet folds.

"L-Lixie."- you whimper as he touches you teasingly, fingers gently rubbing around your pussy and towards your other hole, down to your inner thighs again.

You push back into him and he gently grabs your hip.

"Don't move, my honey bee."- he says and you snort.

"Alright, pumpkin pie."- you retort.

"Let me do all the work, you just relax."- he says, fingers sliding through your dripping folds repeatedly, making you clench around nothing constantly, before he finally presses into your clit.

"Mm."- you moan when he starts sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clit, swollen with arousal and coated in your slick.

You moan quietly as Felix keeps massaging your sensitive clit slowly, up and down, left and right and then circling it and gently pinching it, occasionally dipping his fingertips into your cunt to gather more of your arousal.

You've never had anyone touch you this gently, it was usually a guy just flicking your clit fast when you're about to cum and while that does feel nice, this was a different kind of nice.

You felt tortured in a good way, like Felix was constantly dangling your orgasm in front of your eyes but never letting you get to it.

So much arousal kept gushing out of your pussy that for a moment you thought you were cumming as he kept pressing his fingers into your clit, playing your body expertly, like he's done this many times before.

"Lix- I wanna cum."- you whimper.

"I know love, but be patient. Just a bit more, I promise it's gonna feel amazing."- he coos at you, fingers working your nub faster and with more pressure.

You push back into him again and he grabs your hip as he starts flicking your swollen clit fast.

"Lixie, ah!"- you whine loudly, your slick coating his hand.

"I need you inside me!"- you add, holding onto the sheets.

"Mhm, later. I know you can cum just from this."- he says, as you keep jolting and whining.

You can't believe it's happening but your orgasm hits you like a wave, as you spill onto his hand, moaning loudly as he keeps massaging your sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!"- you whimper when he slides his fingers to your folds.

"Interested in a deeper massage?"- his voice is low and dark as he leans down to your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Mm, please Lixie."- you moan.

He slowly pushes two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, taking him in greedily as you were so relaxed and ready to receive.

Felix adjusts his position between your legs and it doesn't take him long to find your gummy spot.

"Lix!"- you groan when he starts gently fucking into it.

"Feels good?"- he asks, his lips brushing your ear as he scissors you open.

"Heavenly."- you moan out as he fucks you slowly, effectively massaging your walls, making your pussy clench on his fingers constantly, begging for more.

"Just relax."- he says as you keep pushing back on his hand, slowly fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I said relax."- he chuckles, lightly smacking your ass.

You gasp, calming down immediately, surprised by his commanding tone and actions.

You never thought your shy Felix would be handling you like this as you present yourself to him, to use you freely as he wants.

But all he actually wants is to bring you pleasure like you've never felt before, making sure to ruin every man for you so you only belong to him.

Eventually he speeds up, his fingers perfectly hitting your sweet spot and driving you insane, as you drip around him, the wet sounds are so loud that it makes you feel even more aroused.

Felix leans down and unexpectedly starts kissing and gently biting the flesh on your ass as he holds your hip and ruts his fingers fast into you.

"Ah, ah, Lix- Lixie, ah! Felix!"- you moan desperately as you tremble, squirting a fountain as he keeps on fucking into you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can, teeth sinking into your flesh as you squirm under him.

"Oh..."- you're speechles when he pulls out, you can't feel your legs and your ears are ringing.

"You with me, angel?"- Felix hovers above you as he caresses your head gently.

"That was the best orgasm ever."- you exhale.

"Told you I wanna make you feel better."- he smirks, hearing you praise him boosts his ego and makes his cock twitch and throb painfully inside his tight boxers.

"Is there more?"- you chuckle making him laugh and he gently turns you to lay on your back.

"If you want, I can offer more special massages."- he smirks as his eyes roam all over your body, his hands squeezing your thighs and massaging them gently.

You look down to see his dick straining in his pants.

He follows your eyes and looks down too, just as you hook your fingers in his pants.

"I want your cock, Lixie."- you say as you slowly slide his pants down.

"You do?"- he looks a bit surprised and you giggle.

"Mhm."- you say as you finally free him.

"Oh."- you gasp. "You're a grower."- you add with a smirk.

"Oh shut up."- he looks embarassed suddenly and you start giggling again.

"Come here and kiss me first."- you say and his eyes soften as he leans down to kiss you sloppily, your tongues crashing against each other, his heavy cock pressed against you.

"So pretty."- you bit on his lip as your hands wrap around his length.

"What, my cock?"- he chuckles.

"Mhm. Want it so bad."- you whimper, and Felix groans lowly.

"You can have it, angel. Anything you need."- he says as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Mm. More."- your legs wrap around him, making him hit deeper as he keeps pushing his length inside you until he fills you up to the brim.

"Feeling relaxed?"- he asks, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear and gently touch your face.

"Mhm, I have no thoughts at all."- you give him a smile and he chuckles quietly.

"Then, let's keep it that way."- he says as he slowly starts sliding his cock against your walls.

Felix keeps working hard to make you satisified and relaxed, to get you into a state of pure bliss, even if it means putting his own pleasure at the back shelf as he makes you cum on his cock over and over again.

He fucks you until you're shaking and crying, gripping at his biceps and clawing at his back, whimpering how sensitive you are, your pussy sloppy and shaped to fit his cock, which is when he finally lets go, cumming inside you hard, filling you up with his hot cum.

And when you fall asleep in his arms, a small blissful smile on your face, Felix knows he has accomplished his mission.

And he will do it again in a heartbeat, anything to make you feel better.

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[reidology13]

we could make it better (breaking every habit)

Spencer Reid x fem ex-famous!reader

Summary: After Spencer overcomes his addiction, he seeks out the company and forgiveness of an old flame. cw: talk of addiction, a little sad? mostly fluffy though a/n: technically a part 2 of my fic based off making the bed by olivia rodrigo, but it can definitely be read as a oneshot. maybe they are a bit unhealthy, but they're cute and that's all that matters. also this was so incredibly delayed cause my phone drowned so I'm posting this from my dad's computer

Part 1

They say time heals all wounds, and standing at the door of his past mistake, Spencer hoped it had healed hers the way it had his. It had taken him too long to find her, for his pride to break down enough to ask Garcia to search for her. A few years ago it would have been all too easy, a few years ago she was on the cover of every magazine. Now she was the public's favourite conspiracy theory, the biggest where did she go? post made on some website full of self important nobodies. 

Where did she go? A small house in a small town, a few hours from D.C, just close enough that Spencer had gotten in his car without a second thought the moment he had her address. Maybe it was a slight invasion of privacy, but Spencer had seen much more of her than the house she lived in.

As he lifted his fist to knock, doubt crept in for the first time since the beginning of his endeavour. Was he right to apologise, to show up at the doorstep of the person he hurt worse than anyone else in his life, and say sorry? Sorry. ‘Sorry’ was a puny word that could never hope to mean anything compared to what he had done, how he had used her. But it would have to do, because he had not come all that way to turn back at the flashing neon sign that said ‘CLOSURE’.

Knock, knock, knock. Was three knocks not enough? Knock. God four was too many and the last one had been so separate from the others it was clearly an afterthought that she would think was weird before she even knew it was him on the other side of-

“Spencer?” The door opened, just enough for her face to be visible through the small opening. She was so much more beautiful than he remembered, although he really didn’t remember much from back then. 

“I’m sorry.” Well that was one way to get to the point. He smacked himself internally, scolding himself for being so stupid and inconsiderate, not even saying hello or asking her how she was doing.

“Do you wanna come in? You look like you need to sit down.” She pulled the door open, stepping back to let him in, and Spencer froze. She was allowing him into her home, her space, he who had squeezed her dry, used her up and tossed her aside when he didn’t need her anymore.

Unsure what else to do, Spencer found himself sitting on her couch, the awkward tension between them palpable as he sat silently in regret of every decision he had made in the last week.

“So,” She prompted, gesturing vaguely in his direction, “How are you?”

“Good, yeah, better. You?” He looked around the room, trying to find something that would tell him anything about her life, about her. She was a stranger, really, a stranger that used to be someone he knew. He wanted to know who she was then, on that day, in her house sitting across from him.

“I’m good too. You look better.” He knew what she meant – he didn’t look high out of his mind. The far wall of the room was covered in framed pictures of her and what he assumed were her family and friends. Some were from her childhood, some were taken in front of the very house he was sitting in. 

What surprised Spencer were the photos, though few and far between, where he made an appearance. The Fourth of July party, a bright, sunny photo full of smiling faces. The poor quality of the picture did nothing to disguise the bags under his eyes, nor the dead look in hers. Her birthday, a photo of her blowing out the candles on her cake, blurred from his shaky grip on the camera.

“I don’t remember that one.” He pointed to a picture of the two of them, a dark photo that he nearly hadn’t recognised as himself. The ability to not remember had been his favourite thing back then, now the haze left him with a pit in his stomach.

“Makes sense, you were… you were bad. It was taken right near the end.” 

“I am sorry, really.” Neither of them spoke after that, the silence a warm blanket rather than a thick smog. The apology wrapped around them in a warm embrace, they did not choke on it.

She moved first, after what felt like the most peaceful eternity, slipping her hand around his, holding it in the space between them. He looked down at their joined hands, his gaze slowly drifting up until it landed on the soft smile spread across her face.

“I missed you.” She squeezed his hand gently, although it felt like she squeezed his heart instead, “I missed you from the moment I met you. It’s nice to get you back.”

“I missed you too.” He didn’t know how to explain the way it had taken him a month to get sober enough that reality hit and he realised what he’d lost. At least, he didn’t know how to explain it without having to actually say something about his addiction. He’d always been good at avoiding the topic, skirting around it with suggestions and subtle confirmations. The word ‘addiction’ made him feel weak, like he’d been defeated. He’d talked about his problem once, in a room full of people who had been through the same thing, and even then he hadn’t been able to say it. 

“You’re so strong, Spencer. You’ve come so far.” It was like she could read his mind, see every fear that haunted him and soothe it accordingly.

“So are you, I mean, you got out of everything.” His eyes dropped to his lap in shame of everything that he hadn’t noticed, all of the obvious signs of just how not okay she had been. All that she must have been going through, that he had been too far from reality to know existed, even when it was staring him in the face.

“You say that like you didn’t.” It was a simple sentiment, but maybe that was what hit him like a freight train. It wasn’t some mantra he’d heard hundreds of times, or a complicated conversation with his friends where they tried to talk to him without saying anything that actually mattered.

He got out of it.

“You’re perfect, you know that right?” The way he looked at her in that moment could only be described as reverential, she was the brightest star in a sky that he had never truly seen before.

“No I’m not.” The way she said it like a definite fact made Spencer’s heart start to crack, “Do you know why I have those pictures up?”

Spencer shook his head, “Tell me,” he said the words under his breath, as if they were surrounded by people in the empty room, “I’m not going to find you any less perfect.”

“Hope. I could never get the thought out of my head that you would come back.” She shook her head, gaze locked on the ground like she couldn’t bear to look at him as she spoke. “It was stupid, and then you actually did, and that’s stupid all over again.”

“You’re even more perfect than I thought.” Spencer laughed, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, happy and sad and something he couldn’t put a name to. She was still holding his hand, he realised, and he used that information to interlace their fingers, placing their joined hands in his spare palm.

“I’m stupid and lucky, that’s what I am.” She snorted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No, not stupid.” Spencer drew circles with his thumb on her palm as he spoke, “Lucky, maybe.” 

“We’re gonna have to talk about this, us, you know that.”

“Eventually, yes. Not right now.”

“Not right now.” She confirmed, nodding slowly. They were both there, and that would have to be enough, at least for the moment.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 9

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 9

Word Count: 4512

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Masterlist |Chapter 8| | |Chapter 10🔞|

Your soft, steady breaths are like music to Law’s ears. After shedding all the tears you had in you for that bastard, you were so tired that you immediately fell asleep, curled up against his chest.

Where you belong.

Law closes his eyes tightly, trying to gather his thoughts. This was all supposed to be fake and he couldn’t hold his feelings together for one freaking weekend. He knew it was dangerous when he asked you to do this, he knew that sometimes boundaries blur and bend and things that weren't supposed to happen, happen. Like it obviously did.

He had been so rattled by his uncle - he should have foreseen that he was going to use Monet, it was so obvious! - so insecure about your feelings, and about himself, about how he was believing every word out of Doffy’s mouth and distrusting you. Knowing you were there for him but not knowing for sure if you would leave him for more. Just like Monet had. 

He let himself lose control, and his feelings for you stirred violently like a storm. You are so much more than just a ruse for him. You are special. You make him feel things he long forgot how to feel, to see life in colour again, instead of just black and white. You make him plan for a far-off future and want to be more. More than just a doctor, more than part of the Donquixote family. More.

And he almost threw that away just to hear you say that you belong to him…

“I’m yours, all yours Law.”

You’d said it. Without the signal. The words had come out of your mouth and they rang so sweet in his ears. He’d been thinking about it, even before he asked you to be his fake girlfriend. Of how it would feel to have you by his side, to call you truly his. But he’d soon forgotten that fleeting dream. He didn’t have girlfriends. He wasn’t built for relationships, that dream had been shattered a long time ago. 

Yet, now, watching you sleep peacefully in his arms, feeling the pang of hurt and the slow spread of the embers of anger, after hearing you speak about the relationship you had with your ex, realisation hits him like a blow to the nose.

He really wants this - you!

Everything you have to offer him: every smile, every taunt, every giggle and glint in your eyes. But he also wants your broken pieces, your sadness, your sorrow, your guilt and your shame. 

He’s a genius. He can help put you back together, support you on your path until you become stronger and sturdier. By his side. 

A soft whine and a hiccup escape your lips as you take a deep breath, your body still tired and reacting to all the tears you’ve shed, and Law pulls you closer to him. 

He can’t help but notice how well you fit into his arms, as if you were moulded just for him.

Moulded. Fuck.

This is what’s keeping him awake, ultimately. It’s not just you in his arms. It’s the fact that you spent four years of your life in a fucked-up relationship with an asshole who didn’t appreciate you. Worse than that, he made you feel small, unimportant and disposable.

Law feels like punching something.

He uses surgery hours as an outlet for his frustration and anger. There is something about the steady tick-tock of the clock, the light beeping and buzzing of the machines, the ventilator breathing air into a patient's lungs and his steady hands making precise surgical cuts. Something that climbs the borders of saving lives and transcends him.

It's a way to control his own life, to bring steadiness and calm into an otherwise chaotic mind. Because as cool and collected Law always appears, inside there's a raging beast waiting to be unleashed. 

And the sight of your tears, your vulnerability, your broken - shattered - mind makes the beast roar and rattle its cage, demanding to be let out, clamouring for blood. 

Law shuts his eyes even tighter, smothering away the remnants of fury forcing their way out of his system. He places his nose near your head and inhales your shampoo, a scent so characteristically yours that does more to cage the beast inside than ten straight hours of surgery ever could. 

He realises you didn't tell him the name of your ex. Law can very well add two and two together, so it's quite clear that he knows, or that you think he might know who your ex is. You've let slip some details: his father is a powerful man and owns a big company, though you didn't tell him what kind of business the company is in. You said he frequented a lot of events, so he's from an influential family or, at least, has a lot of money. He's from Grand Line City, though that fact is basically useless since it's an overly populated, bustling city. 

This doesn't narrow it down much. Assholes with a lot of money are a dime a dozen. He doesn't even have to go too far, Doflamingo is just in the other wing of the mansion. 

With a sigh that screams finality and closure, Law lets it go. If you didn't mention it, it’s because he doesn't need to know, or you don't want him to. Both perfectly valid reasons. He also didn't want you to know about Monet. What a fucking mess. Now you know and your purpose didn't waver one bit.

As sleep finally claims him, the last thought on Law's mind is that his trust in you wavered, but it's now built up so high that he's willing to bet everything he owns on how you won't disappoint him. Not even if Doflamingo brings his big guns. 

Whatever they may be. 

-*-

You don’t dislike mornings. They might not be your favourite thing in the world, but they aren’t the worst. Sometimes you like to spend a few extra minutes in bed, lazing around because there is nowhere softer than your bed. 

Except today you aren’t in your own bed. 

Yet, you have never felt safer or more content than at this exact moment. Even without opening your eyes, your brain clicks into place and you know why. Law. You remember him holding you, though you don’t really remember falling asleep. 

With a contented sigh, you open your eyes and see a pair of soft amber orbs gazing at you. He seems so bare without his stern gaze, it’s a sort of vulnerability - you notice - but not like the unhinged one he showed you last night. This vulnerability doesn’t stem from pain or sorrow… it’s… affection?

“Morning.” He whispers and you smile.

You don’t remember being this entangled with him when you fell asleep. You only had your head on his chest now, it would appear that sometime during the night, you shifted and draped your leg over his, arms hugging his torso tightly.

You should let go.

There’s an annoying voice in your head telling you this is wildly inappropriate, that it’s crossing some kind of unspoken barrier, yet he doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the proximity and you’re experiencing bliss. So you don’t move. Not yet, at least.

“Morning.” You say back to him. Your voice is still throaty and scratchy and, for a moment, you can’t remember why it’s like this, until images of Ichiji flash through your mind, erasing your smile and darkening your gaze.

Law shifts slightly and you think you’re overstaying your welcome so you start to move. Instead, he pulls you tighter, his hand tipping your chin to keep you looking at him. “It’s all in the past, okay?” His fingers climb and graze your ear, where your earring would be if you were wearing one. The signal. “You’re with me now. I’m the only one allowed in your mind, sweetheart, understand?”

He uses that velvety voice, laced with a hint of authority and you clench your thighs instinctively. He might’ve said that for the purposes of your fake relationship, but he’s right. Ichiji is past and he has no more right to claim space in your mind. 

“Use your words, you know I like to hear you speak.” The drawl in his voice is more pronounced in the morning, you notice, raspier, sexier. Just another fact to add to the never-ending list of things you now know about Trafalgar Law. What will you do with all that information when you inevitably part ways?

You take a deep breath, blush and look to his chest before opening your mouth, but the words remain frozen in your throat when his whisper tickles your forehead. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck! It’s too soon for these games! And you're pressed so close to him that you’re sure he can feel the way your nipples hardened at his gentle command. Yet you’re compelled to do as he says so you look up, lips parted, small, panted breaths escaping them and flushed cheeks. There’s a hint of something in his gaze, something darker than lust, bordering on obsession, but you dismiss it quickly.

“I understand, Law.” You reach and use the signal in his ear, just a faint touch, but he doesn’t stop your hand, so you let it fall down and trace the curve of his perfect jawline, then your ghost of a touch moves to his neck and collarbone. You see his throat bob up and down and the fact that you might be affecting him exhilarates you, so you press on. Your fingers trace down his T-shirt and follow the shape of his pecs, lingering on the nipple and he hums low, not quite a warning, he must be enjoying your touch. “I will only be thinking about you…” Your eyes drop to the way his chest heaves slightly and you catch your lower lip with your teeth to contain a satisfied sound.

The hand he has on your back climbs up and he entangles his fingers in your hair, gripping them and tilting your head gently so you can return your gaze back into his eyes. You let out a gasp, they’re dark with desire. “And what will you be thinking about, exactly? What will I be doing in that pretty little head of yours?”

Your leg is still entangled with his and you have to fight your desire to shift and straddle him, but your fingers keep going lower. They trace his abs now and they’re as firm as a wall. Your head starts to fill with deep fantasies about what Law could be doing to you in your head, but they’re all so real and consuming, and you’re both in such an already vulnerable position, that you know any spark can ignite this flame between you, so you swallow hard and sigh. 

“Kissing. You’re kissing me.” That should be safe enough, right?

Wrong.

Law grabs your hand just as you - unconsciously - hook a finger on the waistband of his pants. Boundaries, boundaries! Stupid decision! Yet he doesn’t say anything, he simply rolls you over, his knee slotted between your legs, just as you were before, and he raises both your hands above your head. His eyes devour your surprised expression as a lone gasp leaves your lips. 

“You know what to do to get me to kiss you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Beg.

“Please, Law…” You don’t even try to fight it. He’s watching you with hungry eyes, hair unkempt into perfection, a sleepy, dreamy look on his features and you need him to kiss you.

“Please what?” He leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours, and your hands twitch instinctively, but he’s holding them in place. His other hand presses slightly against your neck, feeling your pulse racing under his thumb.

“Kiss me! Please kiss me, Law, pl-mmmph.” He swallows your pleas as his lips crash against yours.

You can feel him pressed against your thigh, and the thought makes you moan softly into his kiss. He uses that opening to take your tongue in his and deepen the kiss. It’s desperate, it’s lustful, it’s-...

Knock, knock, knock.

Over.

Law grunts and rolls off you, recovering his voice way faster than you ever could. “Who is it?” However, you can detect a hint of impatience and annoyance. 

“It’s me!” Cora answers and Law sighs. He gets up, slightly adjusts his pants, and, checking back to see if you’re covered, opens the door with a scowl. “Morning, Law! I’m so sorry to bother you two so early, I really am!” He does sound sorry. “Baby 5 wanted to let everyone know that she moved the brunch one hour earlier because she has games planned for after and she doesn’t want anyone to be late. Especially you two.” He lowers his voice. “She loved your girlfriend, Law! We all did.”

You blush and smile to yourself. You must be doing something right, then. Law’s family liked you. Well… maybe not Doflamingo yet, but you don’t need him to like you, you just need him to leave Law alone. 

When Law speaks, his voice is warmer. “Sure thing, Cora. We’ll get ready soon. Thank you for letting us know.”

“Anytime! Ouch!” You hear the sound of glass tinkering and something crashing before Law sighs and Cora says ‘I’m okay! It was just a vase!’ 

When Law closes the door, you’re already up and heading towards the bathroom. “I’ll be ready soon.” You state before closing the door. 

Slumping your body forward, you grasp the porcelain of the sink, taking rapid, shallow breaths. What is going on? You two keep using the signal and saying things like ‘If this were real…’ yet, you’re thinning the borders of the boundaries, mixing emotions and lust and sorrow from your past. You should stop.

For both your sakes, you should stop.

Perhaps you should not touch each other outside the pretence in front of Law’s family. Because he kisses you with such ferocity that it’s as if you’re his. Like you belong to him, though you’re just friends. But are you really just friends?

This tension and attraction keep building and expanding and there’s only so much space to take before it explodes, consuming you both. 

And by all that is sacred, how you wish to be consumed by Trafalgar Law. You want to give everything of yourself to him, to drown in his golden gaze, to be lost inside his kiss, to feel all of him within you. 

Could it be so wrong, if you gave in to your desires? You’re sure he wants you too… It's mutual. But… would it be too complicated, emotionally?

You sigh and start to work on your morning routine. You’ll just have to get through this weekend without entangling yourself further. Once you’re both out of this stifling, constricting environment, you’ll deal with whatever it is you share.

Or might share.

-*-

As with dinner last night, brunch and the afternoon games require a semi-casual fit and you select another cocktail dress. The rehearsal dinner is formal, though, so you and Law will have to change before dinner time. 

“You look stunning.” Is his usual compliment, one you should already be accustomed to but, as you become more aware of the growth of your feelings for this man, the more flustered you get. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t let Doffy mess with your head today.” Law seems much more composed this morning. Maybe after the initial shock of interacting with his uncle again - and now that Doffy doesn’t have the same ammunition as he did yesterday - Law won’t let himself be rattled by his provocations so easily. 

“Maybe I should say the same?” You smile and he grunts back an agreement. “So, brunch and games? What kind of games?”

Law sighs as you both exit your room, his hand holding yours, just as he did yesterday. Yet, today, you can’t help a tingle of electricity from climbing up your arm at his touch. ‘Tell me you’re mine.’ You have to shake your head to get rid of your thoughts. You’ll never be able to forget those words. 

Just four words alone can undo you. 

“Who knows what games… Baby 5 is all about internet trends and Pinterest aesthetics. I’m sure it’s something boring, dumb and flashy.” You giggle at his silliness as you both descend the steps. Baby 5 told you yesterday that more guests would be spending the day at the mansion as part of the wedding festivities, so you’re already expecting more people, about a dozen more or so, as is usual in rehearsal dinners. But as soon as you step outside to the garden, you gasp. There have to be about fifty more people than yesterday. It already feels like a small wedding. 

Does Law know all of these people? 

Pressure starts to build in your temples as you think about all the people you are now required to fool. What if you can't do it? What if someone knows Law from childhood and asks you a question you don't know how to answer? Can one question alone crumble this facade?

Biting your lower lip and squeezing Law's hand tighter, you start to mumble about Law's education growing up, and private tutors, as well as all the extracurricular activities he took in high school. Will it come up? Probably not, but it's better to be prepared and-... 

“Relax.” Law's soothing voice against your ear makes you whimper and shiver. He startled you since you were so deep in thought, but your reaction wasn't about the jump scare. It was the tingling that's still warming your skin, the electricity that shook you to your core. How are you going to survive two and a half more days of this tension? 

You take a deep, steadying breath as Law squeezes your hand back. “You've got this, sweetheart.”

“We’ve got this.” You correct him and he chuckles. 

As you delve deeper into the party, you get a good look around. The garden is huge and luscious, with abundant greenery and beautiful flowers. The white and golden tents where the rehearsal dinner and the eventual wedding will be held tomorrow, cast an ethereal feeling over the scene, a sort of fairytale-like feeling. Brunch is being served outside the tents, on a small patio. There are rows of tables with every food imaginable and your stomach rumbles just by looking at it. 

“Hungry?” Law asks with a chuckle. 

“Yeah.” You whisper. “It's been an eventful night. I could eat!” Crying makes people hungry, apparently. 

You and Law make your way to the buffet and fix yourselves a plate, all the while Law keeps introducing you to people: family friends, investors, business partners… He knows everybody. It's overwhelming. The way he handles these people makes you wonder why he doesn't want to follow in Doflamingo’s footsteps. He'd be wonderful at it, he's a natural, though you notice he seems a bit stiffer than his usual self. As a doctor, he’s so much more at ease and it dawns on you that it’s most likely because he loves what he does. 

Law's speaking with an important investor a few feet away from you, and you find yourself staring at him, a strawberry dangling over your lips as you take him in: tanned skin, golden eyes, sharp features and beautiful dark hair. Fuck. He's perfect. You bite the strawberry and suck, your eyes darting to his lips and thinking about the smouldering soul-shattering kisses you shared yesterday and this morning. 

“Oh, to be a strawberry, right now.” You swallow hard and stifle a cough, having been brought out of your fantasy world by a whisper near your ear. A cold, shiver-inducing whisper. 

“Doflamingo, sir!” You gasp, trying to regain your composure and shake away the cold chills that linger on your skin. 

“What was that pretty head of yours thinking about so seriously, princesa?” He hums low, his figure hunkering down over you, making you feel small and trapped. But you are intent on not letting him get to you. 

Squaring your shoulders you train your smile back onto your lips. “I was just observing your nephew, sir. It's like he's in his element speaking with investors. He has a lot of business savvy.” Your smile softens as Law locks eyes with you, his gaze hardening as he sees Doffy next to you. 

Doffy's chuckle is cold and calculated. “Cariño, I know he's perfect for the job. He just never wanted it. Maybe you can convince him?” Your head whips to the side as your eyes bore into his. You can see the red glinting behind his sunglasses and it's like it's piercing straight into your soul. 

“I would never.” You relish in the way Doffy's smile falters. He was probably waiting for you to cater to his needs, trying to please him. “Law is a gifted surgeon, a wonderful doctor and very passionate about his job. He might be good with business matters, as he's good with everything he sets his mind to, but it's not his calling.”

Law approaches and catches the ending of your speech. His hand slithers and takes hold of your waist pulling you against him. The way he smiles at you warms your heart and you lose yourself in his gaze once more. 

You are so doomed. You're in way too deep. Going back to being friends after this is going to destroy you. 

“You're right, sweetheart, as I've told my uncle repeatedly.” Law's smile as he rests his eyes on his uncle is as surgical as his operations. To his credit, Doffy's is as intimidating as the man himself. Somehow you have the perception that you're standing in the midst of a battle from a war that started long ago. And you feel very out of place. 

“Ah, indeed nephew, you have. But we shall discuss that matter further some other time.” He places his hand near his heart again as his gaze pins you down and you shiver in Law's arms. “Princesa, you're welcome to join me at my table.” He picks up a bowl of strawberries and raises his eyebrow with a lustful smirk. 

Your face flushes so hard that you fear you might combust on the spot. All you trust yourself to do is shake your head, but Law's hand is already pulling you away. “Thank you Doffy. We politely decline.”

-*-

“There's so many people here today…” You murmur as Law pulls you by the waist, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “And they keep staring. People don't really expect to see you with a girl, Law!”

Law grunts and keeps pulling you until he finds a small empty table where you both sit with your food plates. 

“That's not it, sweetheart.” His voice seems strained. 

“What's not it?” You flush under the scrutiny of some investors you saw Law speak with earlier and fidget with your hair. Is there something wrong?

“They're not looking because they don't expect to see me with a girl nor because there's something amiss with your appearance.” He brushes your hand aside, releasing the hair you managed to trap back in your hairdo to how it was. “It's because you're breathtaking.” He sounds annoyed as he says it, and yet you still blush deeper. 

“Shut up, Law.” You sound like a petulant child. But a flattered one. “You're wrong.”

“Sweetheart, I'm never wrong. And these people should learn that staring at what's mine comes with a cost.” He growls as his eyes squint and you can't help a flutter from twisting your stomach. There's that word again: mine. You should feel angry at him for being this possessive, instead, it makes you feel safe and protected. Like he can keep all that can harm you away from you. 

“I'm yours, Law?” You can't help the words from fleeing from your mouth. 

‘I'm yours, Law, all yours.’ You'd said the words. 

The corner of his lips curls as his piercing eyes pin you to the spot. “You are for the weekend.”

Push, keep pushing so you can lose control. 

“How about after?”

His throat bobs up and down and he takes a long gulp of his coffee. “We’re supposed to go our own way. Go back to being friends.” The strain in his voice is nothing compared to the clenching in your chest. 

Push some more. Push. Even if your heart is clenching, your mind keeps telling you to go on. 

“So you won't mind if I date another man?” Law's coffee cup almost shatters with the force he bangs it against the table. Your lips part to let out an amused gasp as the flutter in your belly increases tenfold. 

To his credit, after a dark shadow passes across his eyes, Law quickly regains his composure. “Let's talk about that after this weekend, shall we?” The slight sharpness of the usual velvet of his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

Can you push a little more until he gives you what you want? 

But what do you want, really? To see how far you can push him until he makes his claim? Until he pins you somewhere and claims your lips with his? It's embarrassing how much you want to get lost in him again, how easily you'll fold if he so much as looks at you a certain way. 

This hold he has on you is scary. And so exciting. “Why not now, Law? I could start networking…” You glance at the guests with a glint in your eye, successfully bothering Law so much that he starts fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. “So many choices.”

You are still finishing your sentence when Law hooks his hand beneath your chair and drags it all the way next to his with a very loud screech. He only stops when his face is inches from yours. “Say that again, sweetheart. Say it while looking right into my eyes.” He sounds a little bit unhinged, maybe you’ve pushed far enough. 

Or have you? 

You touch his earring lightly while a smirk graces your lips. “I'm just stating the obvious, there are so many single-...” You don't finish your sentence because his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you and capturing your lips with his and it isn't in the innocent way he pecks you when in public. It's in the very fiery, soul-shattering way you’re already growing addicted to. 

“Law…” You whisper when he finally lets go, after Baby 5 and some of the younger guests start to cheer you on, your ears as red as a tomato. 

“Gotta let them know you're taken, sweetheart, they keep staring.” Your lower lip is still tingling and burning from the contact as he smirks at you. 

Then he continues to eat the food on his plate as if he hasn't just rocked your world in front of all the guests. 

And he didn't use the signal. 

-*-

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|Chapter 10🔞|

[aashi-heartfilia]

Why do we need a Ochako and Hawks conversation before the manga ends

I've been waiting for their conversation for centuries! Like these two definitely need to talk.

Ochako managed to do something that Hawks couldn't do. Toga and Twice both were really nice people and it's just their quirks led them to despair and they both realised this.

Hawks didn't wanna kill Jin Bubaigawara but he did because in his way, he was trying to be a hero, so he brutally killed his own friend but then what kind of hero does that? In MHA, there's a very thin line between heroes and villains and that has been pointed out several times.

Even with Ochako and Toga. Remember when Toga told Ochako how she used Ochako's quirk to kill a bunch of people during their 2nd battle? Ochako was horrified. The same quirk that Ochako uses to make everyone's problems weightless quite literally was used to kill people.

Ochako and Toga are very similar. They're both very cute and shy, they love to tie their hair up in buns, and even love the same boy which is why when Ochako wasn't able to empathize with Toga, she was hurt because she thought at least chako would understand...

Horikoshi loves to draw parallels between certain characters and their storylines and one such beautiful parallel is this...when later on Ochako notices Toga's tears in the final battle.

"She loved seeing people happy. So of course she zeroed in on her tears"

Beautiful narration, amazing storytelling

It is a way for us as readers to tell that Ochako has now grown, as she is now seeing Toga as a person, not as a villain, just as a person who was sad and crying.

Like it's outright stated for us in the manga, so I don't understand people who think Ochako never got any character development because this is exactly where she differs from Hawks ideology.

Hawks was able to sacrifice Twice for the greater good, even if he himself regretted it later. The Public Safety Hero commission must have made him do other terrible things as well and he might have killed some more villains in secret just like Nagant.

We can cut him some slack though cause he was just following the orders, but then so did Ochako. Tsu even points it out, that killing Toga would have been much easier just like Hawks suggested, but her friend Ochako took a harder route and is trying to confront her.

Plus, Hawks had a chance to correct his mistake and yet when Twice (actually Toga) appeared in the battlefield again, his first instinct was to kill him.

MHA is not a story about killing people for greater good. We've seen in the latest chapter how both Dabi and Endeavour survived the war and while Dabi would live for only some time, he would have some moments of peace with his father. They can at least try to heal what was broken.

Killing twice was definitely not a good idea cause his will continued within Toga. She took her revenge and killed so many heroes on the same battlefield. As long as their despair and sadness is not confronted, the problem is not yet solved. We've seen it with Toga and Shigaraki.

Which is why I said that Ochako passed where Hawks failed.

Both Toga and Twice died, but at least Toga died smiling, happily to save someone she loved. Twice died to save his comrades while Toga sacrificed herself to save Ochako, an act of true love by the so-called villains.

And this needs to be addressed.

Plus there has been too much of a teaser about it...

Hawks witnessed the impact of Ochako's speech in ch 325. And she was the last thing that came to his mind before passing out...

Plus even their covers are a big parallel!

So with all that being said, if Ochako and Hawks didn't have a conversation before this manga ends, it would really be such a missed opportunity and quite a shame.

~Sunshine

[achilles-rage]

Good Luck Charm: Chapter 18

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you finally finish your assignment and talk about the upcoming holiday break.

word count: 3.1k

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a/n: believe me when i say i was not planning for this chapter to go the way it did. but it’s fine it was hot<3 i also kept the holiday reader celebrates ambiguous to keep it inclusive, so hopefully i can keep it going being nonspecific lol, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ only!

While Evan put up a fight at first about accepting your help, he quickly got over it. You kept trying to reassure him that you want to help, that you want him to heal as well as possible, even if you have to do things for him. He didn’t listen at first; he didn’t want to be a burden; he didn’t want you to be annoyed with him or feel like you had to help him. But still, you continued to care for him with a smile on your face, and soon enough, he started to love how much you were doting on him. It made him feel important, loved.

It’s almost exhausting when he’s finally used to you doing things for him, and you’d be a little upset if he wasn’t so cute with his little pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. 

“Princess, can you get me some more water?”

“Princess, can you get me a sweater?”

“Princes, can you…?”

You’re almost certain he’s exaggerating his injuries by now, as his concussion is gone and his ankle has been healing for a couple of weeks, but how can you say no when he asks you to stay with him for a little bit longer? You love being with him, and you love taking care of him, so it makes sense to spend most nights at his place rather than going back to your apartment.

You’re at his house again, both of you sitting on his bed as you work on the final touches of your assignment. You’re happy to finally be done with it, although you have this weird feeling in your chest that once your assignment is handed in, you won’t have any reason to see Evan. You know your worries are unnecessary; you’re dating, and he seems very content in keeping you around all the time, but you feel that minuscule voice in your head telling you what you know isn’t true. 

You look out his bedroom window, smiling as you see the soft blanket of snow covering his front yard, the sunset shining brightly off of it and making you excited for the quickly approaching winter break. It’s already December, and you can’t believe how quickly the semester has passed. A couple weeks off and finally able to spend some time with your family? You couldn’t imagine anything better. Especially for the holidays.

“What are you doing for winter break?” you ask as Evan types away on his computer. He looks up at you after a moment, his fingers stilling on his keyboard. His expression almost looks upset, but he quickly covers it with a small smile.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll probably stay here; hang out with some of the guys on the team that aren’t going home either.” he tells you, his voice oddly monotone. You know he’s not especially close to his parents, but you didn’t know it was bad enough for him to not go home during winter break. He’s definitely holding his emotions back right now, and it makes your heart clench to think about him alone during the holidays, with no loving family to go home to.

“Your parents don’t want you to go home?” you ask, but you already know the answer. He shrugs, giving you a soft “I don’t think they care” as he looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. Sadness fills your eyes, and you let out a quiet exhale. How can his parents not want to see him?

“What about your sister? I’m sure she wants to see you.” you try to reassure him, but you can see that your words cause sadness to fill his eyes as he shakes his head. You reach over and grab one of his hands, which pulls his gaze from his lap to your face. 

“You can’t be alone for the holidays.” you whisper. You can feel the question on the tip of your tongue, and while you know it may be a little weird to ask, it feels like the words are fighting their way up your throat.

“I’ll be alright, princess. It’s not the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” he tells you with a shrug, trying to mask his sadness with a reassuring smile. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him, frowning. You feel the words slip from your mouth before you can stop him; why is he the one reassuring you right now? You should be the one telling him that he shouldn’t have to be used to that. That he deserves to feel loved all the time, but especially around the holidays.

“Why don’t you come home with me for the break?” His eyes widen at your words, and for a moment, so do yours. You know it’s probably too early for that kind of thing; he’d be meeting your entire family, for God’s sake, but you can’t imagine him sitting here alone while everyone else is with their families.

“You want me at your parents’ house for the holidays?” he asks in disbelief, although he can feel his heart pounding at the thought. He absolutely loves the idea of meeting your parents, and spending a few weeks in your hometown; learning even more about you.

“I’m sure they’d love to meet you. I know my mom does.” you tell him a bit sheepishly. You’ve told your mom about him already, although you’re not as close to her as you once were, you still talk to her fairly regularly.

“Your dad doesn’t?” he asks you curiously, using the hand holding yours to pull you towards him. You get up onto your knees and crawl across the bed, then straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck loosely.

“I haven’t told him. Not sure how he’d react.” you say with a shrug, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. He hums softly, and although he’s a little nervous about your answer, he also feels an overwhelming urge to prove to your father that he’s good for you.

“Yeah? Tell me about him, so I know what to expect.” You lean back, looking at him with an unsure smile, disbelief in your eyes. 

“You’ll come?” you ask, your smile widening when he nods. You laugh softly and lean in to give him a chaste kiss, but he quickly deepens it, his hand moving to your jaw and tilting your head slightly. You smile into the kiss, and let him continue to kiss you for a moment, one of your hands making its way into his hair while his other hand moves up and down your thigh.

“So, tell me about your parents.” he speaks after he pulls away, looking up at you with a gleam in his eye. He loves the way you look sitting on his lap, lips puffy and eyes in a slight daze. He thinks it’s adorable that even after the countless times he’s kissed you, you still always pull back with wide eyes and a soft smile, almost like you’re surprised he’s kissing you.

“Well, my mom will love you, so you don’t have to worry about her much. I think she’ll just be happy I’ve finally brought someone home. My dad’s sort of protective, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. He’s a firefighter, and he’s an extrovert, so all you have to do is ask him about his job, and the heat will be off of you for hours.” you explain to him, laughing softly as you explain your dad’s tendency to talk about his job. He’s always wanted to be a firefighter, and he loves the job, so it’s become a joke between you and your mom about how quickly he can change the subject to work during conversations with anyone that will listen. 

Evan hums softly, nodding as he listens to you. He laughs along with you, feeling his nerves settle slightly as you tell him how to get on your dad’s good side. He can’t believe he’s agreed to this so quickly; a few months ago, he would never have pictured himself being introduced to a girl’s parents. But now, with you, he feels both excited and like his heart is about to stop from his nerves.

“You think he’ll like me?” he asks a bit nervously. You smile, shrugging as you think about it. You’ve never introduced a guy to your father, so you’re really not sure how he’ll react. While you want to reassure Evan, you don’t want to give him a false sense of hope. 

“I like you. I think he’ll see that. He might just have to warm up to you.” you tell him after a moment of silence. He nods again at your words, licking his lips as he averts his gaze from yours, beginning to think about it maybe a little too much. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. He’ll probably just want to make sure you’re a good guy. It’s not like he’ll find out you’re, like, a murderer or something.” you tease in a low voice, giving him a cheeky smile. You want to calm his nerves; you can see the wheels turning in his head. He chuckles as his eyes refocus on you, and he pulls you in by the back of your neck, lips level with your ear.

“Maybe not, but I definitely wouldn’t want him to find out what I’ve done with you, how I think of you most of the time.” he rasps, and you feel your cheeks grow hot. 

“Yeah? What are you thinking about right now?” you get out, your voice just above a whisper. Although your words are teasing, your stomach is filled with butterflies. Even after months of being with him, there’s always a split second that you forget you’re not still the shy, inexperienced person you were before.

“I’m thinking about taking you in your childhood bedroom. Your parents in the other room. Having to put my hand over your mouth to keep your quiet.” he says, nipping at your neck between sentences. You bite your lip, feeling a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re crazy if you think my dad’s gonna let us share a room.” you tease softly, tilting your head back as he continues to kiss your neck. He chuckles against your skin, which causes you to shiver as his hot breath hits your neck.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” he whispers in your ear, then continues his trail of kisses down your neck. You roll your eyes, giggling softly, but it’s cut short when you feel Evan’s hand dip below the waistband of both your leggings and your panties, and move straight to your core.

“You’re so wet already. You like that idea? Having to keep quiet for me?” he says in a cocky tone, looking up at you. You bite your lip as your hips buck against his hand instinctively, trying to gain more friction as his fingers ghost against your clit.

He chuckles as he feels your hips move, but doesn’t tease any further. He pushes a finger into your dripping cunt, pumps it into you a few times, then adds another. You mewl softly, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss, which he happily returns. His thumb finds your clit after a moment, and he groans as he feels you clench around his fingers with a soft moan.

“You’re so good for me, princess. Always so good for me.” he says against your lips, then curls his fingers to hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You tilt your head back with a whine, rolling your hips as you feel the familiar feeling growing in your belly.

He increases his movements when he sees your face contorting in pleasure, knowing you’re approaching your high, but you stop him before you can get there. You pull his hand away with quick, albeit reluctant, movements.

“Need to feel you.” you whisper in an almost pleading tone, and that’s all it takes.

He grabs your hips and flips you over onto the bed, then moves to kneel in front of you. He reaches for your leggings and makes quick work of pulling them and your panties down your legs, you lifting your hips off the bed to help him out. He makes you sit up once your bottoms are discarded, and pulls your knit sweater over your head, not even bothering to take your bra off before his hands are pulling on his shirt. Once he’s taken his clothes off, he’s on top of you, using one arm to hold himself up, and the other pumping his cock a few times before moving the tip over your slick folds.

“Please.” you beg as you look up at his face, pupils blown and lips turned in an almost-pout. He licks his lips as his eyes move up from your cunt to your eyes, smirking. He doesn’t waste any more time, and he sinks into you with a breathy groan. His head falls to the crook of your neck as he buries himself to the hilt, feeling you stretching around him so perfectly. 

“Oh my god.” you whine as your hands find his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin as he starts to move, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size. He fits so nicely inside of you, but you’d be lying if you said there’s not a second when he first pushes into your dripping cunt where you think that you’re too full, that you won’t get used to the feeling of all of him.

“That’s it, princess. Let me hear you.” he drawls. He picks up the pace as he begins to kiss down your neck, making sure he leaves light spots around your collar bones and tits. He loves marking you, but the last time he marked your neck, you got mad that you weren’t able to cover it up easily, so now he leaves them in places for his eyes only. 

You let out a shuttered cry when his fingers find your clit again, and your nails dig into his back more harshly, which makes him groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. He loves to be marked by you too, loves having reminders of you on his skin. He leans back to look into your eyes again, and he almost smirks when he sees you struggling to keep your eyes open, your body moving with each thrust. He looks down at your soft tummy and chest and he moans again. He loves seeing your tummy move as he fucks you; almost as much as he likes to fill your belly with his seed.

“Keep making noises like that and I won’t last long, baby.” he teases, then meets your lips in a deep kiss. His hips move in rough thrusts as his fingers circle your clit, and you know that you’re not going to last long either.

“Feels so good.” you rasp against his lips, and he smirks as he pulls back.

“Yeah? You like that, princess?” he asks in a cocky tone, feeling his high quickly approaching as he looks down at your fucked out expression. All you can do is nod as you feel the pit in your tummy growing, your words coming out in incoherent babbling.

With a few more thrusts, Evan is right on the edge, but as he’s about to pull out, you wrap your legs around his waist. He raises a brow as you look up at him, soft pleas escaping your lips.

“Come inside me. Evan, please.” you get out, keeping your legs firmly locked around him. He groans, trying not to cum right then and there. The way you say his name makes his head spin, and soon enough, he’s nodding, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor.

“You want me to fill you up? Huh, princess?” he asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His thrusts are getting sloppy, and you know he’s almost there.

“Please. Fill me up.” you plead, your back arching off the bed as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.” he grunts in your ear, and after a few more thrusts, you feel his hot cum hitting your insides. This, paired with his fingers ghosting over your clit causes you to fall over to the edge with a high pitched squeal, clenching around him as your vision goes blank. You squeeze your eyes shut as your body goes stiff, your hands still firmly on his shoulders.

“There you go, princess. God, you’re gorgeous.” he whispers against your skin. He slows his hips to a stop, staying inside of you for a minute or two as you both catch your breath. He moves his head down to the valley of your breasts, pressing soft kisses all over the skin not covered by your bra as he stays lying on top of you, and you hum happily.

After a few minutes, he finally pulls out, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping down your soft skin and onto his sheets. He grabs a towel from his closet and cleans you off carefully, pressing kisses on your plush belly as his hands moves, and once he’s done, he crawls back into bed beside you and pulls you in to lay your head on his chest.

“We can’t do this at my parents’ house.” you tease as you lay your cheek against his chest, and you smile when you feel the rumble of his laugh ripple through his chest under you.

“No? Don’t think you can keep quiet?” he replies in a similar tone, squeezing your shoulder as he holds you tightly against him. 

“I’m more worried about you.” you tell him in a serious tone. He can hear the smile in your voice, but he still rolls his eyes as he scoffs.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” he says in a quiet tone, voice trailing off as he looks up at the ceiling. 

If you’re really serious about not doing anything for two weeks, he thinks he’ll go crazy. He’s been able to have you pretty much anytime he wants for the past few months, and imagining you at your house, forbidden fruit dangling in front of him with your father around, he knows it’s going to be torture for him.

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What , And how did you start pairing lotura, And Plance .?

Ooooh boy am I excited to answer this!!! This is going to be a long answer, hope you don't mind! Because I have some specific memories about these two ships, particularly lotura, that I would absolutely love to share with you!

Prepare for a long read! Hehe

Starting with lotura, when season 3 came out and Lotor made his debut, of course I was all 👀👀👀 Because that day something awoke in 19 year old me that I didn't realize could ever be awoken lol. And I wish I could remember exactly what my reaction was to his cat-and-mouse chase with Allura in the episode "The Hunted", but at the time I must not have considered the idea of them ever going in the direction of a romance. Looking back now though, how could I have been so blind??! That chase scene is HOT. I mean just look at them!!! Look at Lotor especially woah mama 😳

Season 4 was mediocre to me at the time, I will confess, for a lot of different reasons. But then season 5, man... SEASON 5!!!! I remember it was March 3rd, 2018. I wasn't keeping up with the show anymore, but I just so happened to see an article online that said season 5 had been released the day before on Netflix. I told my sister and we decided, "eh, let's watch at least the first episode."

And we watched the first episode, alright. And then another, and then another and another until we watched all six episodes in one sitting. We were both blown away! Lotor... Allura... together???? 😲

Their adventures, their chemistry, their clear attraction to one another... I was OBSESSED!!! I shipped them hardcore after that. They were and are still my #1 OTP, and it's because of them that I really tried to work hard and improve my art! I wanted to draw them all the time, making mini comics and AUs, and while their tragic ending actually left me in tears and I was upset for a really long time, I can now say that I have been able to heal and move on from it--eh, mostly anyway, haha.

It still hurts, but 5 years later I feel that I've matured and come to a greater understanding and acceptance. I have come to really appreciate how perfect they are for each other, both aesthetically of course (cuz lookit that sexual dimorphism babeyyy) as well as the many, many things they have in common. I have also come to appreciate their flaws, their imperfections, and the mistakes they made regarding each other and their relationship. They may have gotten a sad ending, but they were still truly equals in every way. It's just beautiful, and my love for them now is stronger than ever :')

For Lance and Pidge on the other hand, it's not quite as clear as when I started shipping them! I remember rolling my eyes at Lance and Allura's first meeting, like "okay Lance is one of THESE guys, here we go 🙄"

Other than that I didn't really ship Lance or Pidge with anyone! If I'm recalling correctly, I don't think it wasn't until after season 6 that I started shipping them together. I remember reading metas and analyses of their relationship that people were making in anticipation for season 7's release, and the more I thought about it, the more I started to really like the idea of Lance and Pidge getting together! And there are definitely subtle hints throughout the earlier seasons of Pidge's feelings for Lance, as well as their fun chemistry with one another, like the episode "Space Mall"!

The hints are not so subtle to me now, but back then it wasn't until I watched season 7 that I actually became hopeful that they could be a couple! I especially loved the moments when Pidge indirectly called Lance "cute, in a creepy, hideous sort of way" lol, and when Lance become very protective over Pidge in such a way that I don't think we ever saw him react before! I was honestly taken aback by that moment!

And again, their ending was definitely less than satisfactory, particularly Lance's ending (still hate it with a passion), but just like with Lotura's relationship, I have also come to appreciate many things about Plance's relationship today. While Lotor and Allura have so much in common and are able to reach an understanding with each other that they can't with anyone else, it would seem at first that Pidge and Lance are far too different to be compatible. And it is true that they are very different, but for one, that can be a good thing! The foundations of some relationships are built off of their differences. It can make someone more compassionate and more open-minded when they have a willingness to accept and appreciate the differences they have with their partner, and a willingness to take a genuine interest in the things that their partner is passionate about, even if they don't completely understand.

And two, at the same time, Pidge and Lance DO have things in common! They both love their families, both have a stronger connection to Earth compared to the other paladins, and they are able to bond with one another over fun pastimes such as video games! How cute is that??!

And just like with Lotor and Allura, I also love Pidge and Lance for their flaws. It did take me a while to come around to Lance, because while he has his funny moments and one-liners, I also found him very annoying at times lol. But I think the fact that he can be really annoying honestly makes him the most realistic character in Voltron. Not necessarily the most relatable, at least not for me, but definitely the most human! Because there are people in our real lives that we love and cherish deeply, but they absolutely have their moments where you go, "ugh, you're so annoying and it really frustrates me when you act this way" but we still wouldn't trade them for the world 🥰

And just to draw one last comparison between Lotura and Plance, I especially LOVE how incredibly different the two pairings are even from each other! To me, Lotor and Allura are sexy and passionate, while Pidge and Lance are pure and fun! They're all so unique and special in their own ways, and they bring so much to the table, both for their characters and for their relationships.

I can't help but write essays every time I get asks, I'm so sorry lol 😭 There's so much more I could say about these guys, but I think I'd better stop here haha! I had a lot of fun writing about Lotura and Plance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this! I really love these characters a lot. I'm so incredibly grateful that they exist, even if in the form of fiction, and I'm even MORE grateful that my love for them has continued to grow over the years. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! 💖💜💙💚

Oh and one last thing: we were robbed of a lot of different potential interactions with a lot of different characters, but I have to say it would have been fun to see more of Lotor and Lance interacting with each other! Lance was always acting out due to his jealousy, while Lotor on the other hand mostly just ignored him lol.

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I’m soo in love with your writing! Could I request a fic where vamp Tav had a cruel master too prior to being infected by the tadpole. However instead of being very guarded and practiced like Astarion, they’re just fearful of most things. And Tav starts to cling to Astarion because he’s the only one who understands what she went through. Give me all the angst lol

Crying in my cry these wounds will not heal CRRYY lol

Rated: M

Warnings: vampirism, killing, angsty, manipulation (unintentionally), degradation

Dependent.

Ten years of constant isolation, of darkness within your cell, tortured and forced to drink the blood of people. Ideally, it takes seven years to break the mind of a strong-willed person, lucky for your master it only took two years. You broke the moment he turned you, he just had to clear the rubble and start building the ideal foundation of what he wanted from you: Complete dependence on him.

When you escaped, you nearly turned back on the first night before you were kidnapped by the Mind Flayers.

You have no idea how to be a vampire, that information was kept a secret. The rules, the customs, even the basic taste of feeding on mortals was never told to you. You drank blood from bottles or cups, you ate solid foods for the most part. Your master supplied everything…

When you tried to feed on a mouse or on Astarion, all you felt was both the pain of not feeding your hunger and the guilt. You are a monster, a monster who needs help like a newborn baby.

Which makes you frustrated, angry, and goddamn weak.

Worse is such behaviors then bleed into your interactions with the kindred. This dependency on Astarion.

The blood wine of a boar, a rat, a bear; animal blood is not as sweet as humanoid blood. And though you are grateful for being able to now function, your beast demands true subsidence.

Then you killed a Gur, a monster hunter.

Rather, Astarion had his fun then you both fed on the poor hunter. Gods, the sated feeling, the beast pleased to finally consume a worthy prey.

"Need something– Oh~, how cute." The beast craved more. Greedy. Insatiable. Your mouth shared the taste of fresh blood with Astarion as if it were natural to seek out the pleasures of the flesh.

It didn't get that far though, you pulled away before you made Astarion do something he probably doesn't want with someone like you.

"I thought you didn't like me."

You asked after saving the tieflings and destroying the heads of the goblin camp (goblins included).

"Now if I didn't like you, dear, we wouldn't have our pact."

Kill his master, he kills your master. The bonus is he is willing to teach you how to be a proper vampire (which is hard for him because you insist on having some moral code when it comes to feeding on people).

There was no sex that night. You are too shy. He found you after the party by chance on the outskirts of the camp, where you played your lute as you sang a song.

A sad one from what he can tell from the tune.

The lyrics are equally painful, vague with flowery words, yet the pain is there.

"You want to join me?" You say after finishing your song, "Thought you would be in the arms of someone by now." He sits beside you with his back facing the river, attention on you.

Astarion stays with you that night, you don't know why nor does he. It is like this bond between you two, kindred in blood bound by necessity. When the tadpoles are dealt with, you want to remain with him though you are not sure if he will let you.

The thought of offering yourself to be his spawn has crossed your mind… He will be a vampire lord if he kills Cazador and drinks his blood. You have no idea about where your master could be, but Astarion is strong. Stronger than you and could kill him.

Dependent.

You wish you weren't but you are at a disadvantage with the only advantage is keeping Astarion by your side. It hurts to be like this, using someone you would like to be friends with, you swear to make it up to him during this adventure!

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Alan Wake 2 Lake House DLC spoilers/review (also spoilers for Control):

Had a lot of fun with this DLC! It’s short (unfortunately expected this), but sweet, although I wish I didn’t watch the trailer for it. It would’ve been amazing experiencing this with no knowledge. As a massive Control fan, I was practically thriving off of all the reading and FBC style. I have some sympathy for fans of Alan Wake who might hate Control, but these games are far more than a crossover by now and moving forward. I can see how this wouldn’t work for people who dislike that.

Personally, Remedy has done well at connecting their stories without it clashing! The AWE dlc for Control was a mixed bag for me, mostly because the story wasn’t really there and the darkness mechanics were bland. This could be because I’m very biased towards Control, but this was a great example of how to merge the settings and traits of both games in an interesting way.

The marital and mad scientist drama was terrible in the best way. I was dying every time one of the Marmonts was “hmmm Wake says we’re going to die horrifically and become monsters, but im personally better than that.”

DR DARLING… <3 He should’ve had more appearances </3

After all the deserved hate directed at AI and producing content rather than art, it was heartwarming to see promotion for Poe. I don’t know the details, but she’s barely been able to release music over the last 20 years (some songs here and there), so having an entire area dedicated to her with links to a (fingers crossed) site about an upcoming Poe project was lovely. Lots of love put towards artists in this.

Ed being there was and thinking he was in an immersive experience was incredibly funny. I’d have to look it up, but was the manuscript page in his room detailing when he was taken HERE and not him dying to taken? Was this DLC happening during the start of aw2 or right before?

I’m in love with Kiran Estevez. She can be judgmental and tries to maintain a level of calm over the situation, but her disgust, fear, humor all shine through in funny ways. Hope that she, along with at least Saga, get to be in Control 2.

Only found this out after checking Reddit (which imo is too harsh over both Night Springs and this DLC), but apparently the Dylan part is skippable. It was SUCH a highlight of this DLC. The shifting environments, the Not-Oldest House, Dylan in the “panopticon” post-Control, etc. was surreal and captivating. Usually with set ups teasers, I don’t particularly care (e.g. the AWE dlc ending was alright!), but man. The way to get it was perfectly strange. Poor Dylan. Just like Control’s “hidden” ending cutscene, this really seems to put Control 2 in the wider NYC.

Having a “person who’s only seen Boss Baby” moment: thought of tma (the podcast) with the tapes, archives, panopticon, all the weird shit. It didn’t influence this game, but I was getting flashbacks to when I listened to it (stopped caring for it, but the first few seasons were fun in a creepypasta way)

I liked the calendar puzzles. I’m not a huge fan of puzzles in games, but these were easy enough to follow without dragging on. however I did spend five minutes confused just because I got Friday and Saturday mixed up :(

The boss fight was easy in story mode lol

Diana brutally killing the taken Jules was one of the only “gross” moments of Remedy’s games and it was great! It’s not much gore, but I’ll take it.

I accidentally pressed the option to instantly destroy (?) the painting :( So im so sorry to Rudolph and I’ll be replaying this dlc soon to see what the other option is.

For my problems, I was sad that the paint monsters were mainly annoying to run from (also they’re cute). I don’t know if it was an issue on my end or a bug, but even once I went to story mode, I still wasn’t finding healing objects until the last fight. The reason I switched to story was only because my low-ish health kept instant killing me by the Painted 😭 Maybe it’s because I haven’t replayed Alan Wake in a while, but this DLC was wildly difficult. If Remedy didn’t add a whole list of assists, I’d be more frustrated, but thankfully it’s there. The map also would keep question marks and loot up even when I interacted.

I prefer the Night Springs DLC, but this was a great look into Estevez, Control, and what art is. Now, Alan Wake 2 is officially done!

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Ulterior Motive - Ending

Levi x reader

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mafia, Gangs, Alternate Universe - Gangsters, Gangsters, Yakuza, Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, True Love, First Love, Yandere aspects, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Tattooed Levi Ackerman, Blood and Violence, Eventual Smut, Childhood Friends

In this chapter: You and Levi share a romantic moment together while you're healing up. Levi leaves you to wait in his office as he works, but your leg is healed and you want to show it to him so you tell him off. Far in the future your daughter is 5 and in trouble at school.

Ao3

Your nails dragged across Levi’s back as he kept moving deep within you. Since your show of power against Stacy and ruining her, the friends that stood by her and those who associated with her Levi had been on you like a bee to the most delicious pollen. Today you had lost count of how many times you had come and he’d filled you with his seed. It was hard to do some positions with your leg in a cast still, but Levi found a way.

You threw your head back as Levi’s deep and hungry pants tickled your neck. “Ah!”

Levi licked and sucked at your neck adding another lovebite to the many that covered your body. His dominating and slender hands gripped and squeezed your body so tightly. Levi was acting like he was desperate to have you like he needed you more than life itself. To live he needed to be one with you. He was possessed with his desire for you and it seemed like nothing would stop him.

Your body shook under Levi as your orgasm ravaged you. “Le-Levi.”

Levi bucked wildly against you before pressing deep inside you and cumming again. “Mm. Ngh, ha, ha. Mm. I love you.”

You panted a little. “I love you too.” You gasped when Levi moved his hips a little. You grabbed his biteable hips and hummed. “Rest, please.”

Levi lifted his head with a wide-eyed sad look. “I went too hard for too long. I’m sorry.”

You giggled at how cute he looked. “I wanted it and enjoyed it, but I need a rest now. I’m very sensitive.”

He dragged himself out of you. “I was too horny, forgive me.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “You were perfect.” You napped a little before flinching when you felt something wet. “Ah.”

Levi smiled at you with a rag in hand. “Sorry, I was cleaning you up. Were you sleeping?”

“I must have been.” You leaned up and looked between your legs. “Oh, wow.”

Levi blushed. “I know, I know, I came a lot.”

You flopped back and giggled. “I enjoyed it.” You opened your arms. “Cuddle?”

He smiled sweetly. “I want them. I’ll clean more and be right back.”

“Okay. Could I get a shirt too? My tits are hanging out.”

Levi growled. “Yes, they are.”

You pointed at him. “No.”

He whined and huffed before going to the bathroom. “Banning me from titties.” He pouted as you laughed at him. “So mean.” He walked out and grabbed a shirt for you. “You know how much I love your titties.” He helped you pull your shirt on. “Bye, beautiful things.”

You wiggled a bit to help Levi. “Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down onto you. “Mm, mine.”

Levi snuggled your breasts. “Yours.”

You hummed a bit. “So, we haven’t really talked much about what I did.” You smiled when Levi lifted his head. “You’ve kind of just ravaged me.”

Levi blushed. “Sorry.”

You played with his hair. “It’s okay. You were passionate.”

He nodded as he chuckled. “Yeah.” He kissed you and smiled. “I was just so impressed by your skills. You were so smart and you found out who was behind everything. I just thought it was Cassio.”

You cupped his face. “It was him. Stacy just gave him a push.” You wiggled his face. “You did amazing.”

He pouted a bit. “Thanks.”

“You really did.” You kissed him. “My handsome man.”

Levi smiled. “You know, I was incredibly impressed. You did a fantastic job.” He sat up and smiled more. “Was incredibly attractive. You know, we’re going to be an unstoppable powerhouse together.”

“The deadliest couple there is.” You sat up and stretched your joints. “I can’t wait to get my damn cast off.”

“Does it itch?”

You nodded and pouted a bit. “It’s also because I want to go out and do things with you. I want to go on exciting dates. I want to have a lot of fun together. I want to ride you so hard that you forget your name.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “I like all of that.”

“Good.” You slipped out of bed and grabbed your crutches. “Before you tell me off, I’m using them to go to the toilet.”

He smirked as he watched you go. “Your ass is incredible.”

You pouted. “Thank you.”

He got out of bed and changed. “I was thinking. After all this, we should go on a holiday. You’ve been through a lot and you need to rest.”

“You’ve been through a lot too.” You moved back into the room. “Mental health wise.”

He smiled at you. “You’re so caring.”

“I just worry about you. I mean, I talked to your parents and mine a lot. They all told me that they had never seen you react like this before.”

“I only beat a man.”

You folded your arms. “Only beat a man? Levi, you set fire to multiple warehouses in your war path to get to me.”

He stared at you for a while. “Well…”

You moved over to him and kissed him. “Admit it. You went crazy.”

He gulped hard when you gripped his shirt. “What happens if I do?”

You smirked a bit. “Only one way to find out.”

He licked his lips as he eyed you. “Yes. I burned down a lot and blew up a lot of places too in order to find you.”

“Fuck, that is hot.” You eyed Levi. “This fucking cast! I want it off so I can do things to you.”

“Th-things.”

You shoved him down on the bed. “I want to dominate you. I want to please you. I want to ravage you. I want to show you just how much of a bad girl I can be.” You dragged your eyes down his body. “Oh, you’re hard.” You dropped your crutches and ran your hand down his body. “I didn’t know you found me being in control arousing.”

Levi chuckled. “Darling bun drop, anything you do is arousing. I find it cute that you want to take control. Go ahead, do what you want to me. I can guide you through it all.”

You crawled onto the bed and sat on him. “That so?” You bounced on his clothed erection. “Do you really think I need help?”

“Just want to be a good boy for you.” He bucked up against you making you squeak and fall against him. “What do you think?” He spanked you hard making you moan. “Am I a good boy?”

You mewled. “Y-Yes.”

He rolled over onto you and smiled. “You’re so cute trying to act all tough.” He leaned on his forearms and began rubbing his erection against you. “Such a sweet little bunny wanting to bounce with a poorly paw.”

You reached up and cupped Levi’s face. “Such a wonderful dom.”

“Pleasure dom, my darling bunny.” He massaged your bum. “I live for your happiness and pleasure.”

You ran your hands down his body. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He looked down when your tummy rumbled. “My Queen needs her food.”

You giggled. “I do. I haven’t eaten in a while because someone was very horny.”

Levi pouted. “I can’t help it. I love you so much that I want to show you over and over again.” He climbed off you before scooping you up into his arms. “Let’s get you fed.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “A fed bunny is a happy bunny.”

“Indeed it is, my darling.” He carried you into the living room and sat you on the sofa. “Be a good girl and stay.”

You leaned on the back of the sofa. “I’ll be good because I like being called a good girl.”

He leaned over and kissed you. “You’re my good girl.”

You shivered. “Mm.”

He played with your hair. “You really do like it, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re adorable.” He hummed a laugh. “I just want to eat you.”

You mewled in delight. “I want to be eaten by you.”

Levi chuckled. “Dirty girl.” He brought you a drink. “I thought you said no more sex.”

You let out a long sigh. “I know, I know, but you’re so sexy.”

“So are you.”

You admired your legs and hummed in delight, you really had missed your leg and now the cast was gone you were overjoyed. You were so happy your leg was free that you chose to wear a tight short dress with tights because it was winter. You admired your legs while sitting in Levi’s office at his base. You huffed a sigh, slipped on your short heels and walked to the door to see Mike.

Mike tapped away on his phone. “Before you ask, he’s still in his meeting.”

You pouted. “Mike.”

He looked over at you and couldn’t believe his eyes. You’d come in wearing a coat and now you were showing what was under. He whistled at you. “Damn, Mrs Ackerman.”

“I’m not Mrs Ackerman yet.”

“You practically are. Your wedding is in a few days, right?”

You winked at him. “It is.” You stood in the hall and sighed. “So, what meeting room is he in?”

Mike smirked at you. “He won’t be happy with me letting you see him.”

You grabbed Mike’s face in one hand and squeezed hard. “Tell me.”

He confessed everything. “Just, don’t go kicking the door down.”

You walked down the hall. “Oh, I will!”

Mike groaned. “I’m gonna get my ass kicked.”

You trotted down the hall before making your way downstairs to the basement area, which everyone knew was used for special ‘interviews’. One of these rooms did have Mr Frank Cassio in for a while. The screams and pleas of someone echoed down the hall, you were getting closer to the room your closer was in and you were excited to see him. You’d come to visit him and he knew you were here, but he had told you to wait in his office. You were done waiting.

You knocked on the door and heard Levi call back not to come in. You pouted hard before shoving the door open. Before you in the room was a man with his wrists chained to the floor. A table stood next to him covered in weapons and tools soaking in blood. Shino had on an apron, black gloves and held a tool in his hand. Erwin was also wearing something similar but had no tool.

Levi was in a smart shirt, sleeves rolled up and hair pushed back. The black gloves on his hands protected his knuckles as he worked. He snarled and turned harshly to the door. “I said DON’T COME.” He gasped when he saw you, his anger washed away and a sweet smile spread on his lips. “Hello, bunny!” He yanked his gloves off. “You came to see me.” He stopped and eyed your body. “Fuck me bunny.” He smirked. “Look at you. That dress, those legs…”

You giggled. “I wanted to show off to you, seeing as my leg is all better but you banished me to your office.”

He pulled you closer and massaged your bum. “Forgive me, bunny. I just had some work to finish up.”

You leaned around him. “Work, hmm?”

“Yes.”

You pushed Levi back. “Looks like you’re playing.”

Levi blushed a little. “Playing?”

You walked over to the broken man as he whimpered. “Well, looking at the state he’s in this is beyond torture for information. If he’s not given up what you need looking like this, then you might as well give up.” You turned to Levi. “He’s too far gone and I know you lot do this often. So, you have to have been playing.”

Shino cleared his throat. “I can sort this out.”

Erwin nodded. “We’ll finish up, you go with your Mrs,” Erwin called your name and smiled. “Great to see out of the cast.”

You grinned. “Thank you.” You walked over to Levi, grabbed his shirt and dragged him along behind you. “Come on.”

Levi grabbed your hand. “Darling bunny.”

You stopped in the hallway and turned to face him. “Yes?”

He pulled you against him. “I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

“Are you mad at me?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Why would I be? I was just jealous.”

He chuckled. “Jealous? What were you jealous about?”

“That you were spending more time with a bad man than me.” You pouted a little. “Is that man more fun than I am?”

He walked closer to you. “Oh, darling little bun bun cakes. You are the most fun delicious bun tot I have ever met. Why would I waste my time with anyone else?”

You ran your hands up his chest. “That’s the thing, Levi, you did waste your time with him and I was left all alone in this amazing outfit.” You tapped your hand against his cheek. “Naughty Levi.”

Levi smirked. “You want to punish me?”

You pocket his chest. “I’m thinking about it.” You walked down the hall. “You haven’t said much about my outfit and legs, only fuck.” You looked back at him. “I’m sad.” You slapped your bum. “And I thought I was incredibly sexy! Oh well, guess I should take my sexy ass to a nice bar and talk to a handsome man.”

Levi growled and charged down the hall after you. “Bunny!”

You squealed and kicked your heels off before racing away from Levi. “Mercy!”

“You were naughty! You teased me!”

You skidded down the hall. “You deserved it!”

Levi raced up behind you and grabbed you. “Got you!”

You kicked your legs as he picked you up and carried you. “I should be the one punishing you!”

Levi bit your shoulder. “No, you were the naughty one.”

“I wasn’t!”

He walked past Mike near his office and paused. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on her?”

Mike hummed as he tapped on his phone. “You know very well it’s impossible to keep your wife still.”

Levi’s eyes lit up. “Wife…”

You kissed Levi’s cheek. “Wife in a few days.”

He looked down at you and purred. “Wife.”

You grinned at Mike. “Go relax somewhere.”

Mike started walking away. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Levi spun around with you into his office. “My lovely bunny.” He sat you on his desk and stepped back. “You are sexy.”

You smiled. “Yeah?”

He knelt before you. “Look at those legs.” He ran his hands up them and started kissing. “I’m so happy to see your leg again.”

You slipped your fixed leg over Levi’s shoulder. “It’s happy to see you.”

Levi turned his head to the side and bit. “I love you so much.” He shifted your leg off him and began massaging. “How does it feel? Are you better? Any aches?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It feels really good. It’s not stiff either because you helped me with exercise.”

Levi blushed. “Oh, I did. We exercised a lot.”

You giggled. “Yes.”

He stood up and placed his hands on your desk on either side of your hips. “So, wedding day.”

You felt your heart race. “It’s so soon.”

“It is.”

You lowered your head as you felt flustered. “I can’t believe that this all started with a chance meeting.”

“You were mouthing off to your shit ex.”

You hummed a laugh. “Yes. It really must have been fate with us. We grew up together and were separated so you could be this amazing leader.” You caressed his cheek. “So sexy, strong, smart and handsome.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Part of me wished that I could have been there all this time, but then I wouldn’t have turned into this strong man who could protect you.”

You wrapped your legs around him and yanked him close. “You were always this wonderful man.” You smiled as you slipped your arms over his shoulders. “I’m so proud of you.”

Levi welled up a little. “You know, I’ve heard that from my parents a lot but there is something so special about you saying it.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “I have always felt this way. I should say it more often.” You massaged your fingers in his hair. “I love you, Levi Ackerman and I think you’re the most handsome and amazing man in the world.” You tapped your forehead against Levi’s. “I’m so proud of you.”

Levi kissed you over and over again. “I’m proud of you. You’re incredible, my love. You’re sweet, kind, caring, smart and so fucking sexy.”

You hummed a laugh. “Thank you. I feel all of that with you. I’ve never felt his amazing before in my life.” You cupped Levi’s face. “I can be the best me when I’m with you.”

“You were always the best.”

You giggled. “I guess you helped me to see, huh?”

He nodded. “I guess we both helped each other see.”

“So, I have an important question to ask you.”

Levi picked you up and moved you over to the sofa. “Let’s get comfy and take.” He sighed after he sat you on his lap. “Talk to me.”

“Well, we went through a lot and I was hurt big time.”

“Mm.”

You fiddled with his shirt. “Well, I’m wondering…before I got hurt we wanted kids, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You whined. “Well, how do you feel now after I got hurt?”

He squeezed you tightly and bit your neck. “I want kids.”

You gasped in delight. “Really!?”

“Yes.” He hummed a laugh. “I want beautiful little babies with you. I’ll shower them with so much love.” He covered your face with kisses. “I’ll care for you and all our sweet children. I’ll protect you all. I’ll love you all. I’ll never let any of you go.” He rubbed your belly. “We’ll be unstoppable as a family.”

You threw yourself at Levi and mewled. “I think so too. I’m so happy you feel the same way still.”

“How can I not want precious little ones with you?” He caressed your cheek. “I want a mini you.”

You giggled. “I want a mini you.”

Levi hummed a laugh. “Well, that settles it. We’ll have to have multiple little ones so we can have mini versions of each other.”

You covered Levi’s face with kisses. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

Children rushed around the playground as they screamed and shouted with pure delight. One cute little five-year-old was not on the playground, mainly because she was sitting in the headmaster’s office with the cutest little pout on her face. The dungarees she wore were sweetly chosen by her mummy and the shirt under was picked out by her daddy. Daisy might have looked like the perfect stunning and beautiful combination of her parents, but she was a little rough and tumble firecracker.

The headteacher glared at Daisy. “I’m very disappointed in you. I expected a lot from you, but you keep acting up. What’s your answer?”

Daisy smiled. “Bobby was bullying Kelly, so I put him in his place.”

“You can’t just do that.”

“My mummy and daddy do.” She giggled. “Mummy is very good with telling people off.”

The headteacher pursed her lips. “Well, your mother is a bad woman. She doesn't deserve your incredible and handsome father.”

Daisy got off her seat and stomped her foot. “My mummy is the most beautiful, pretty and smartest lady in the whole world! You’re just a doo doo head!”

“Daisy! How dare you! I can tell you get your bad manners from your mother!”

“Does she now?” Both looked at you as you smiled brightly with small baby bump. “I must watch what I say.”

Daisy ran right over to you. “Mummy!”

You picked her up and hugged her tightly. “Hello, my little flower. Have you been telling bullies off again?”

“Yes, but the doo doo headteacher told me off.”

You hummed. “Did she now?” You looked up at the woman to see she was rather scared. “Why don’t you tell me what you were saying to my daughter?”

The headteacher laughed nervously. “W-Well.”

“Well? Why are you so nervous? You were telling my daughter so proudly how I don’t deserve my husband.” You gazed at Daisy and wiggled her making her laugh. “And I’m a bad woman.”

Daisy giggled. “Bad mummy.”

“I’m terrible.” You shot the headteacher a glare. “You know what Daisy? I think we should find you a new school. I’ll tell your daddy about this and maybe we’ll remove our funding. We’ll move all the lovely children here to another school so you can keep your friends.”

“Fun!”

The headteacher hurried over. “Please, please Mrs Ackerman. Don’t walk away.”

You stared at her. “Why should I keep my daughter in a place that talks down to her, teaches her not to stand up to bullies and insults me?” You let out a long sigh. “Levi? What do you think?”

Levi walked in just as he put his phone in his pocket. “Well, my darling bunny and flower.” He looked up and glared at the headteacher. “I think you’re right. We’ll move the children to a better school, you too and I’ll remove funding.”

The headteacher panicked. “Mr Ackerman!”

He leaned over and kissed you and then his daughter’s head. “I heard everything too. I don’t like working in front of my daughter. I’m reducing my time when I’m with them, so I was in the hall on my phone.” He rubbed your back. “Let’s go school hunting.” Levi reached over and took Daisy. “I will take this one, you’re already carrying a sweet baby.”

You rubbed your bump. “True. Shall we go terrorise your uncles?”

Daisy giggled. “Yay, Shino and Lucas!”

Levi carried Daisy to the car and put her in her seat. “You need your bunny?”

“Please, Daddy.”

He reached into the front and got the bunny toy from his seat before handing it over. “Here you are. Now, let’s see those uncles of yours.” He winked at her before helping you into the car. “Are you safe and secure?”

You hummed a laugh. “Of course. Thank you, my love.”

He rubbed your bump. “Evan okay?”

“Brewing nicely.”

He chuckled before driving off. “Good.” He glanced in the mirror to check on Daisy. “Daisy? Sweetheart? About today.”

Daisy looked up. “Sorry I got into trouble Daddy, but Booby was bullying Kelly and I told him off like you and Mummy do with bad people. He was a bad kid. Bad kids get punished.”

“I was just going to say, my sweetpea, I am so damn proud of you.”

Daisy’s beautiful eyes widened. “Really?”

Levi smiled. “Yes, my beautiful little flower. I’m proud of you. You’re so smart, brave, strong and pretty. I’m always proud of you and I love you so much.”

Daisy giggled and hid behind her bunny. “Daddyyyy.” She peeked at him as he chuckled. “Love you too, Daddy.”

You looked back at Daisy. “You did amazing today. You’re wonderful, okay? Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not. I love you and I’m so damn proud of you. You shine so brightly, my little flower.”

Daisy hid again. “Love you, Mummy.”

Levi hummed a laugh as he drove through the city until he got to the base. “Alright, here we are. I will help you ladies out of the car.” He hurried around to Daisy and let her out first. “Wait there, I have to get our Queen Mummy out of the car.”

Daisy grinned. “Queen Mummy!”

Levi opened the car and offered his hand to you. “My Queen bunny.”

You took his hand and climbed out. “You’ll never change, will you?”

“Nope.” He yanked you against him. “I’ll forever love and adore you.” He kissed you and hummed in delight. “My love.”

“My love.” You hummed a laugh. “Alright, let's go see the lads.”

Levi held you close as he walked with you and Daisy ran ahead. “She’s so precious.”

You kissed his neck. “She really is.”

Daisy threw her arms open. “UNCLES!”

Lucas threw the door open and ginned. “Daisy!” He picked her up and spun around with her. “My little angel. Did you kick butt at school?”

She giggled. “Yes!”

“That’s my girl.” He carried her into the room. “Shino! Shuji! I have a beautiful little lady who needs attention and two uncles to play with.”

Shino hurried over. “Daisy!”

Shuji pushed past Shino. “Little flower.”

Daisy grinned. “I had to leave school today.”

Shuji frowned. “Really?”

Shino fixed his glasses. “Did you copy your father?”

Daisy shook her head. “No, I copied mummy.”

Lucas laughed. “That’s more dangerous.”

You walked in and huffed. “Excuse you.” You let Levi help you sit down. “You’re so rude. I’m a lovely polite lady. Right, Levi?”

Levi played with your hair. “Right…but you are a little bit deadly. You’ve ruined people’s businesses and reputations.” He leaned down and kissed you. “It’s hot.”

You giggled. “Okay, I admit then that I’m deadly.”

Daisy threw her arms out. “Mummy is the best!”

Levi sat next to you and pulled you close as everyone praised you. “My wonderful wife.”

You cuddled up to Levi. “You’re all so sweet.” You looked up and smiled as Daisy ran around with three of her Uncles, you knew that later on Erwin and Mike would be running around with her too. “We have a great family.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “All brought together because of you. You’re incredible.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “You started this all.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. “Mine.”

You hummed a laugh. “Yep, that’s pretty much what happened. You declared me as yours.”

“I’ll keep on saying it. You are mine.”

[johnslittlespoon]

ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

[cottagecorrosive]

*Tears of the Kingdom SPOILERS*

Okay, so I've seen some fanart that may line up with my thoughts, but I just have some stuff I wanna say after beating tears of the kingdom. The ending was very sweet and wholesome and it is literally the best ending possible for the circumstances. HOWEVER, I think it would have been more appropriate (may not be the right word) if Zelda stayed a dragon and LINK completely lost his arm.

So like, it was stated many of time that consuming the forbidden fruit gummy would result in an unchangeable and unthinkable transformation. I'm glad Zelda came back in the end, but as far as themeing goes, I feel she should have stayed a dragon. The monumental sacrifice to transform yourself into something you wouldn't even recognize to MAYBE get this decayed weapon to your companion thousands of years into the future so they can defeat the apocalypse (again). Although, the reason Zelda did so was because she had unwavering faith in Link - and vice versa - even though she is completely unaware of his state in the future. The last thing she saw was Link falling with her and his arm and his sword completely busted. But she still had faith because Link is the only thing in Hyrule that she can rely on. No matter what happens, Link will be there. So she makes this sacrifice to become a dragon and help Link kill the Demon King. There are a few moments throughout where there is some longing between Link and Zeldragon, which are quite somber. And by Link slaying the Demon King and ridding Hyrule of evil, her sacrifice was not in vain. In my opinion, her transforming back into human form takes away from the impact of that decision. While her initial decision believed she would not come back, within the themes of the story it makes it feel less (to me at least). And think about the bittersweet ending it would've been if everything was better and Hyrule was safe and Link just looked up to see her at all times. Sad, yes. But without her Hyrule wouldn't exist.

In addition, I believe Link should have permantly lost his arm. As stated at the beginning, the damage was beyond repair so Rauru just gave Link his arm / power for a bit. And in the end he used said power to heal both Zelda and Link's arm. However, I think it would've been way rad if Link, along with the help of the sages, took on the Demon King and they had to use all their collective powers to do so. And to land a final blow (since the Demon King is literally the most powerful being in Hyrule) they used Rauru's hand to weaken him, and tear away from Link's arm (though it's just a smooth stub now), and use the master sword to finish him. (And I feel the final fight was a bit lackluster but that's neither here nor there). Link would then straight up not have his right arm anymore. And it would've been cool if either Purah crafted Link a new arm from sheikah technology or if he simply lived without it bc disability doesn't need to always be "fixed." I was thinking something similar to Finn from Adventure Time honestly.

In conclusion, I believe Zelda should have stayed a dragon and Link should have fully lost his arm because it would fit better with the themes and make for a more interesting story. What I think both Zelda and Link's arm represent are sacrifice and loss for what you believe in. They were both willing to give up a part of themselves (though Link kinda unintentionally) to protect those they care about and safeguard their home. The end would've shown that their actions were not in vain and that it was worth it. I feel getting things back to "normal" takes away from these themes and the impact of these events. This is my headcanon bb. In addition, all the cute zelink stuff could've taken place between botw and totk so you could have both "haha cute couple" and "I lost my arm and my gf is a dragon now. That's rough, buddy" at the same time. :)

P.S. This is just my opinion I promise pinky. I heavily enjoyed this wonderful game (I finished it after all) and think the ending is really wholesome and great for Link, Zelda, and everyone else. Maybe I just wanna see my little guys suffer. Who knows.

[ato-catto]

Beast Gohan x Reader

'A very sudden, not quite warranted but enjoyable kiss.'

/kissing/implied cheating (I'm sorry Videl)/intense/childhood crushes

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You couldn't help but stare. The red eyes coupled with the white hair left your gut twisting it a respectful amount of fear. Gohan relaxed into it and rolled his shoulders back, the usually polite and timid man grinning at you with oozing amounts of charisma and cockiness.

"What do you think~?" He purred. "Honestly."

Your mentor and friend looked at you in a way that made your knees weak. You felt like prey under his weighty gaze pray. You swallowed the sensation in your chest down. He was a married man!

"It's... New. You don't seem yourself, something in your face has changed, other than your hair and eyes." You mused aloud.

Gohan crossed his arms and looked bemused. "Like what-"

"You just don't look so.. polite." You laugh softly, his face contorting into irritated disbelief.

"So I look like an-"

"Asshole. Sort of." You began to laugh more heartily, covering your mouth. "I'm sorry Gohan-"

He shook his head and sighed. "I did ask for an honest response." He cocked a hip and placed his hands on his waist, looking you up and down.

You look down, then back up at him. "What? What is it?"

Gohan cracked a fanged smile. "Nothing.."

You reddened, feeling exposed. "Then why are you looking at me like-"

You where suddenly cut off by the young man pushing his mouth to yours, his spiky white bang brushing your forehead. Gohan stepped away after a moment with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"GOHAN!" You touched your lips, your mouth buzzing from either emotions or his energy. "Why did you do that!?"

He grinned, running a tongue over his lip, like he was tasting the remnants of you off his skin. Your insides quaked, and your mind span.

"Why not? You looked all cute and flustered." His voice was gravelly and deep (thanks Beast) and his eyes still wandered you.

It was like he was someone else. Your gut twisted tighter, and you stepped back, but he advanced on you, red eyes piercing into your skin.

You regretted the short shorts and cami now- perhaps you shouldve sacrificed a little sweat and worn a jacket.. even in this heat.The blood red eyes prowled over your skin as he stepped closer... and closer.. until he grasped your shoulders and held you in place.

"Are you trying to run from me?" He husked, his tone accusing.

You shook your head- but you were. He was intimidating.

Gohan felt a pang in his heart. Were you.. scared? Had he overstepped his boundaries-? He deformed and gave you a sad look with his original big black eyes. "Did I scare you?" He sounded concerned.

This was the Gohan you loved. The soft eyes and gentle voice.

But the Beast ... that was something else. It made your face hot and insides tremble with anticipation of something that would never come.

"No-" you breathed. The kiss had stolen the breath from your lungs.

Gohan touched your face, gently, with the tips of his fingers. Your cheeks were hot and blushed.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded. "I just.. why did you kiss me? That was super uncalled for." You crossed your arms. You didn't appreciate having your feelings meddled with- wether he was aware of them or not.

He gave you that signature clueless Son family look, before his gaze faltered and his shoulders drooped.

"Sorry Y/N- sometimes forms come with their own unique personalities, I didnt mean it in any way-"

You sighed. Your feelings hurt, but that was the way it had to be. All those years ago, when you had stayed away to train, you had been absent when Videl had appeared in his life during your teen years. The feelings you had had to be forced away when you returned hearing of their engagement. Your heart had shattered, but you eventually healed, even if some of the fleeting feelings for him never went away.

"No worries." You swallowed again.

Gohan tilted his head. He knew, and had always known. Perhaps Beast Form brought out an emotion he had never acknowledged before? He frowned, looking down at your face when something dawned on his. Something achingly painful.

Oh. He liked you. And had for a long long time.

He stepped back, blinking and bewildered.

You frown. "Are you alright?" He looked like he had seen a ghost.

He shook his head, and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh." He whined to himself. "This is bad."

Now it was your turn to be concerned and step towards him. "Hey, it's no big deal! It's fine!" You started, grabbing his hands in an attempt to calm him down.

He paused and met your eyes. "It is a big deal." His tone was hushed. "Because I've wanted to do that since I was 14. I've squished it down for years but... I guess the more raw side of me doesn't have the same censor as I do."

There was a thick silence between you both, his hands in yours, your eyes locked on his.

Joy and petrifying fear jumped about in your stomach.

"W-what?" Your heart thrummed in your ears.

"I..I am sorry, Y/N. Truly." His warm, dark eyes searched yours. You could tell he felt terrible.

"Gohan.." He had just admitted to liking you all those years ago. Now he was apologising for that?! "Gohan I liked you too. I still do. But you're married." The words came out strangled. The confidence you had been gathering sifted through your fingers like sand.

Gohans breathing seemed to halt. "You.. what?"

"I liked you." You reiterate gently. "I ... still do. I always have."

"You.."

"Since i was 13 years old, Gohan. Every single day I wrote in my stupid journal that I would marry you when I grew up- but then I left. And you grew up with out me, and that's my fault and my fault alone. Videl is a beautiful wife and excellent mother." You were choking now, tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh.. Y/N." He soothed, pulling you to his chest and wrapping you in his strong arms. "I had no idea. I.. I want to say sorry but I don't know if that's the right thing to say-"

You bury your face in the purple material of his gi. "Don't apologise for anything. Please."

You stood in a silent embrace for a little while, a thousand words spoken but unsaid. His hand came to your chin and tilted your head up, and he kissed you again, better this time. Gentle and silent, his hands cupping your face.

It was an apology, a feeling gone unexpressed, covered in cobwebs that his kisses gently brushed away. He tasted you, earning him a whimper, rewarding you with a small smile against your lips.

Once Gohan pulled away, he thoughtfully adjusted a few stray hairs about your face.

"I can never do that again."

"I know." You leant into his hand.

".. Even if I want to." He looked at your lips again.

".. Just.. just one more?"

His mouth was on yours again, mumbling "more" against your lips over and over, his hands grasping your waist.

This week was about to get very complicated.

[abla-soso]

Now that I've read the full, translated Bnha chapter... I don't think I like that much anymore 😭

The segment with Hawks was great. No complaints other than I wish Hori showed him interacting with Enji onscreen and we should have only seen a glimpse of him at the very end and have his interaction with Nagat happen in the next chapter. As much as I loved seeing Hawks, this chapter should’ve been solely dedicated to the Todoroki family.

But the Todoroki family segment.. em, it's not that good. It was just meh.

I liked that it was too bittersweet to the point of being nearly depressing. It was the most believed conclusion. But there were many problems with how it was written.

The pacing was bad. The dialogue felt unnatural and forced. Like Hori was ticking out plot points that he wanted to conclude rather than characters naturally interacting.

Enji felt like a broken record repeating lines that he already said. His reactions were too muted that he felt lifeless. I'd hate it if this was the last time we'll see him.

I loved that he told Touya he'll visit him every day, and I loved Touya's reaction to this (his soft, sad gaze 😢❤️). But Touya should have had the last word between them.

Why didn't Natsu say anything to Touya?? That was weird. I'm glad he's keeping a safe distance from Enji and focusing on his own healing, but the sudden outburst at Enji was strange. Perphas learning that Touya was slowly dying trigged this outburst, but I can't be sure.

I like this interpretation, though:

You could tell that Natsu still cares about Enji as his father deapite needing to stay away from him (he's the only one who tells Enji to rest and ease his burden). I loved that. No contact does nessasrily mean lack of care. Sometimes, we need to keep our distance from people we still care about. Sometimes, our healing requires letting go.

But people's reaction to Natsu's choice was laughably bizarre. Most Western folks really act like no contact is the only valid way to heal. Honestly pathetic 🤷‍♀️

Whyyyy didn't we see Rei and Fuyumi say something to Touya?? What's the point of showing us how much they wanna talk to him and then not give it to them?? If Hori was aiming for maximum drama, he still could have had them say something and then still lament about how much more they need to say.

Please don't tell me Rei is still married to Enji 😭 If anyone needs to cut all ties with this man forever, it's her.

Why was there no clear reaction to the news of Touya slowly dying? 🙆‍♀️

I'm now OK with Touya's sudden positive change towards Shouto. It happened right after he got the validation he needed from Enji and right after we saw him accept it, so - while still rushed - it makes sense for him to change his view of Shouto now that his vision is no longer clouded by hate and resentment. Shouto's reaction was cute. He really looked the kid brother of the family.

Why is Hori refusing to show us the inner thoughts of the main cast, though?? Especially during life changing moments?? It started with Deku after losing his quirk, and now it's happening to Shouto. We should have seen his inner thoughts if this is really the final todoroki family chapter.

Though I loved how Shouto addressed Enji and Rei when he talked about being who he wants to be. It was a great final moment between parents and child.

As the finale to the Hellish Todoroki Family saga, this chapter felt rushed and underwhelming. I still enjoyed it to some extent, but it could have been so much better written.

But I don't blame Hori. It looks very obvious that he's being pressured by his editors to rush the ending =/

[shadowphoenixrider]

The Rescue Gambit (2/5) Break In

(Previous: Meet the Team)

"Looks like they beefed up security after your friend's break-in." Lemming muttered, watching a pair of armed guards stroll by the gate in the perimeter fence.

"I was afraid of that." Shadow cursed. "Alright, this is gonna be a lot trickier than I thought it would be." She looked back to the others clustered behind her. "No heroics unless it's a last resort, okay? Bullet wounds are hard ones to heal."

"Great, now we have to worry about being shot at." Drifting grumbled.

"In fairness, we were probably going to be shot at anyway if they found us." Myst commented. "Gambit probably got lucky."

Shadow glanced up at Lemming, who was watching the patrols and the two men guarding the entrance of the main building intently.

"What you reckon?"

"They're packing Beretta M9s, probably woulda gotten heavier stuff if they weren't so close to town." Lemming said, his critical hazel gaze flicking over them. "Heavier stuff is probably in the weapon lockers of the main building." He nodded to the more administrative looking building, where a tech firm would usually have holed up, if not for the chain-link fencing and large warehouse next door. "So be careful when you get in there."

"What do you suppose they have?" Ebak asked, gaze fixed ahead.

"Ah, hard to say. But they look like they've got some money backing. Expect SMGs, shotguns, maybe a long rifle like an AK." Lemming explained. "Regardless, if you raise the alarm, things are going to get ugly very quickly."

"That doesn't bode well for Gambit's status either." Shadow muttered. "If we're lucky, someone just twatted him over the head. If not..." She shook her head, trying to push the thought out of her head, including the cold chill that gripped her heart like a vice. They must have taken him alive, right?

"Then we can't waste much time." Ebak spoke, looking over his shoulder. "When we get in, we find and hit the security office first and cut off all communications. Then we can split into taking out the rest of the guards, finding Gambit and getting him out."

Shadow nodded.

"Yeah. I'd prefer if we could all meet up before extracting, but I can understand it's probably best if we scatter. The longer we stay here and the more people we neutralise, the more attention we attract," she said, turning to the others. "I'll go first with Drifting and Ebak. Myst, stick with Ber, look cute and harmless. Ber," she smirked, "you don't need me to tell you what to do."

Myst sputtered something, blushing slightly as Ber grinned toothily at him, whilst Shadow's attention turned to Lemming.

"You gonna be alright out here?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." He offered her a sad smile. "I know I can't be much help here. Your mutations are all more useful than mine."

"Lemming..." Ber said warningly. "What did I say about being kind to yourself?"

"Not now, lads." Shadow broke in briskly. "I agree with Ber, you're not useless. In fact, I have an idea. Those two there." She nodded to the two guards posted outside the entrance of the main building. "Look like they've been on duty for a while." A smirk. "What say you give them some encouragement to desert their posts, hmm?"

Lemming frowned at her, before the penny dropped and a great big grin split his bearded face.

"Oh! Right! Yeah, I can do that, give me a second."

He turned towards the pair, lifting a hand in their direction and subtly twisting it, like he was turning a dial. Nothing happened, for a moment. Then one of the guards shuffled uncomfortably, glancing around. His fellow glanced over to him, too far away for them to catch his words. They held a conversation for a couple of seconds, both becoming annoyed before one of them shrugged their shoulders and turned around, going inside the building. His fellow hesitated for a moment, shifting uncertainly before following him.

Lemming glanced back to Shadow and the others with a giant grin on his face.

"Huh! Guess that is useful after all!" He became serious, looking from one person to another. "You all take care, okay? I'll be here if you need me to call. Make sure I don't need to, no heroics!"

"We will." Shadow smiled, nodding. "Ebak, if you will do the honours at clearing our path?"

"Of course." His deep, smooth voice sounded out behind her. "If you'll just look away for a moment..."

His voice cut out all of a sudden; looking back, the man had completely vanished, nary a trace of him remaining.

"Drifting." The other woman nodded, also vanishing; all but her clothes, which hovered in the air like some ghostly mannequin. "Myst, if you'd be as so kind to get us inside, please?"

"Sure. One quick portal coming up."

The skin under his palms lit up a bright light blue, and a quick gesture opened a shimmering hole at their feet, a blur of grey and brown glimpsed through the light.

"It's on the wall, you'll have to fall." He advised.

Shadow nodded, holding her hand out for Drifting to take. Although unable to see, she felt the other woman's hands curled around hers, her cells shivering under her touch as her power coursed through them.

They took a steeling breath, before they swung their feet out over the swirling void, letting gravity pull them in...

...Before all but spitting them out the other side of the admin building's wall. The entrance was to their left, and they could just see their friends loitering in the alleyway. Someone gave them a thumbs up, and the portal mouth collapsed behind them with a soft whisper. Pressing their backs against the wall, Shadow quickly looked around.

"See anyone?" She whispered.

"Shouldn't do, the patrols are having a nice long nap." Ebak's suddenly sounded out in her ear, and the women just managed to bite their lips hard enough not to cry out.

"Fuck's sake, be careful!" Shadow scolded him. "You're lucky we're out here and not in the building itself."

"Sorry." Ebak held his hands up. "But the outside is clear, at least."

"Good. Mind letting us in? Doubt they'll be amused with us walking in the front door."

"Give me a moment, I'll see about getting you in this window." Ebak twirled his finger, signalling her to look away. Shadow turned her gaze instead to the main entrance.

"You gonna be alright in here?" She asked Drifting, still feeling the woman's presence close to her.

"I think so. Just so long as you don't ask me for directions." She replied in her soft, deep voice. Shadow reached out to where her hand would be, squeezing the solid presence she felt.

"We won't leave you alone. Ebak and I will have your back." Shadow assured her, smiling. "Like I said, I intend for all of us to get out of this, and going in pairs should reduce the chance of being jumped and caught."

"But okay, but who's-"

The window above them creaked open, and Ebak's large hand reached down. As the smallest, Shadow went first, before they pulled Drifting up with them, in a slightly undignified manner - her invisibility thankfully saved any blushes.

The room was dark, tables and chairs piled and stacked up against the wall, with an open broom closet in the corner that Ebak had manifested within. Pulling the window almost closed, they crept up to the door, glancing out of the window into the corridor.

"Looks like they haven't been here long." Ebak murmured. "Nothing much set up except the security office, maybe some places for the 'employees', a reception and wherever they're holding your friend."

"Yeah. Either they got a cash injection to get this place, or it's a gang looking to expand their holdings." Shadow muttered. "Do you see where the office is from here?"

"I can take a look." Drifting said, stepping around Shadow to look out the door's window. With her power and in the dark, she could stand in almost plain sight without any danger.

Whilst she did, Shadow closed her eyes, tapping into her powers and straining her ears to listen for the familiar noise of an injury. She swung her head around slowly, sweeping the room as best she could, but nothing aside from dull, muted noises that could have come from anyone.

"There's a guard going into a room across the way, to the left." Drifting spoke. "It's the only one with a light on in it."

"Makes sense, you'd want it in the centre of the nexus of corridors, just behind where the reception would be." Ebak mused. He arched his scarred brow when Shadow opened her eyes. "No joy?"

"No. He's deeper in somewhere."

"Could they have put him in that warehouse?" Drifting asked.

"Too dangerous." Shadow shook her head. "The risk of him getting out with all the information about their operation would be too high. Better to stuff him in a random room until they figure out what to do." She took a steeling breath. "At least...I hope..."

"We'll find him." Ebak said bluntly. "We just need to get into the eyes of this place."

"Guessing you need a bit of a hand?" Drifting asked.

"Yeah. I could do it but I don't fancy my chances alerting the whole place if I screw up." He smiled. "I'll need the assistance of someone a bit stealthier."

"Okay. What's the plan?"

"Distraction. Shadow keeps watch whilst you open the door. Either they look to see who's opened it and I'll take them out, or they don't and you can slip in and help me clobber them." Ebak grinned. "Sound good?"

"Only in so far that I don't have a weapon." Drifting replied.

Ebak smirked, twirling the pipe wrench that had suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Don't worry Drifting, I have that covered." He held it out handle-first to her. "Careful, it's heavy."

The tool lifted up, before almost jerking out of his hand.

"Oof! You weren't kidding." She muttered, the wrench wobbling as she adjusted her grip.

"Keep it with you. You might need it again." Ebak gestured, another wrench suddenly in his hand again. "Right, shall we?"

Drifting checked the corridor, signalling with a thumbs up, and slipped outside. Shadow moved to keep watch, her back to her adoptive brother to let him teleport.

The plan seemed to go off without a hitch, the occupants distracted by the door seemingly opening on its own before they were tag-teamed by the two mutants. Shadow lifted a finger to her ear-piece and its microphone clipped to her hoodie.

"Myst, can you see into the first room on the left of the entrance?"

"Yeah, just about."

"Bring yourself and Ber."

There was a long pause, in which Shadow returned to her watch, before a portal yawned open in the wall behind her, both men stepping through.

"All good?" Myst asked, Ber wrapping Shadow up in a brief, tight hug.

"Yeah, just sorting the office out. This place seems safe enough to hang for now, but don't do anything too risky." Shadow said, before she pulled away from Ber, pointing at him. "And be gentle to those guards, big man."

"I'll do my best, but no promises." He grinned sweetly.

"We should probably find a place to stash them." Myst muttered.

"Ebak'll know, and he can help clear this place out." She was interrupted by her ear piece buzzing.

"Room's clear if you want to move up." Ebak's deep voice sounded out.

"We'll keep watch." Myst said, gesturing for Shadow to go.

After waiting for a guard to pass, who seemed none-the-wiser to the mutants causing havoc, Shadow quickly scuttled into the security room. As befitting its name, it was filled with banks of fat CRT monitors with fuzzy black and white footage playing on them. Under one of the desks was a pile of the incapacitated guards, limbs tied with shoe laces and gagged with fabric torn off their bodies.

Drifting stood watch at the door, whilst Ebak gestured Shadow over to one of the larger monitors, typing on its clunky beige keyboard.

"Myst and Ber are in now," she said, moving to Ebak's side.

"Good. Hopefully we won't need Ber, but it's always good to have some muscle." Replied Ebak. "I've got the feeds up, let's see if we can't find Gambit."

Shadow's blue eyes searched the grainy footage, trying to find any sign of her friend in the flickering pixels. Her heart sank deeper and deeper in her chest each time she gestured for Ebak to change camera. His face also fell as he sensed her distress, a tense silence falling over them.

But as the view switched to the camera labelled 'BSMT', the black and white static shaped itself into figures that were unmistakeably a line of cells, their bars clear even through the grain. A guard lingered just below the camera's sight, armed with something large that two hands were needed to wield. She leaned closer, squinting.

"Anything?" Asked Ebak, his tone so soft she almost didn't hear him.

"I think..." Shadow pointed, the fuzzy energy of the CRT brushing against her fingertip. "In that one."

His dark brown eyes stared hard, the images reflecting in them.

"Hard to be sure since it's so dark. But if he's going to be somewhere, it's there." Ebak nodded. "One of these terminals must have a floorplan, give me a second."

"Found him?" Drifting asked, looking over her shoulder. Or, that's what Shadow presume she was doing, the way her halter top was twisted around.

"Think so. They've managed to set up some strange prison in the basement, bars and everything. So I reckon that's where they've put him, if anywhere."

"Sounds legit. Although, who makes a whole dungeon in the bottom of their criminal enterprise? Seems very obvious you're doing something illegal down there." Drifting commented.

"Yeah, not nearly as plush for a-"

"Don't finish that sentence." Ebak said from his place at the computers, raising his eyebrow at her. "We are here on business, not to make fun of architectural design decisions."

"Ah, because of course, you, the Evil Genius Premier, would never build your Lair like this." Teased Shadow, giggling as Ebak mimed zipping his lips.

"Yes, well. Don't say that too loudly next to your Professor, or he'll think you're serious and I'll be subject to counselling..." He said, typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"I think we could all do with some of that." Drifting murmured. "Would there be space for the rest of us at that mansion, you think?"

"Maybe? I dunno if the other X-Men'd be ready to handle that many people at once..."

"Got it!" Ebak interrupted her thoughts. "The stairway to the basement is straight left from here. Definitely chose this room for optimal placement, I'll give them that."

"Alright, left from here. Anything else? Plan of the basement, maybe?"

"Yes and no. It's here, but it's password protected, and we don't have the tools to break in." Ebak shook his head. "There is at least one guard down there though, so be careful when you both go down."

"You staying up here?"

"Well. You need someone holding the fort here." He smirked, twirling his wrench in his fingers. "But call me if you need me. I can bring Myst down if you don't manage to convince the guard to hand their keys over."

"Okay. Just..." Shadow grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Stay safe, alright?"

Ebak smiled, pulling her into a warm hug.

"Only if you do too," he said, patting her back. "Now go on, go save your friend."

(Previous: Meet the Team)/(Next: Rescue the Cajun)

[phxntomhives]

Pandora hearts thoughts

Spoiler for everything.

I finished the serie. A couple of hours ago. I am writing now because I had to mentally recover. Especially since I binge read from after chapter 70 in 2 days.

Did I understood everything? Absolutely not and I am still devastated. I still have several questions (that I am too dumb to understand on my own) but it was definitely intense.

I'll be honest, until chapter 60 more or less I was like: sure it's a nice story. It has its moment but it's nothing special.

Then the flashbacks happened. And everything just spiraled in darkness and plottwists and I was just. Speechless. I have been lied for all the time and it was so beautiful to see this being wonderfully executed. Everything became distorted, without being clear of what was actually true and what was false. And they just kept on coming and as soon as I was confident I understood how it worked it changed again, but it made sense. And that's what makes me amazed by this serie, it is not a bunch plottwist after the others just for shock factor. They make sense, they make you reflect on the self, on loyalty, on whether what you are seeing is the truth or not. And you sit at the edge of the chair hoping to understand even a little bit and find out if you were correct or not.

The 1st page of the chapters were honestly godsent because they helped still making you laugh and release some of the angst in which as a reader you are bathing in during the end.

All of the characters were beautiful but damn, my favourite are definitely Gil and Break. But they are all so complex that I will probably keep on changing them. Their despair, their love, their conflicts, their passions and obsessions are so well explained and represented that they felt my own. My heart ached for them, especially at the whole different reactions everyone had at each other's action. I loved how well everyone mixed together, how each character influenced the others becoming part of the others they met. How deep down all of them wanted to live and be forgiven for their sins but were never able to really say it out loud, but their action spoke for them and slowly the others understood and helped them. How they all loved each other, in different ways, but it's just a story full of love. Sometimes cute and adorable and other times obsessive and dark. But with so much love and desire to be understood and accepted that you can't help loving every second of this torture.

I bawled my eyes out at the final chapter because it was just too much. Every trope I love together and it just hurt so much but it is also the only possible ending for this tale.

Ah yes and all the tale discourse. They basically becoming aware that they are fictional character and just decide that even if they are just words on a page, they deserve to live. And take all they can get because that's what they want. To be themselves, with their good and bad sides and live their life as best as they can. "I don't want to deny the story in which you existed" was so painful and beautiful to read. Because yes I am crying and I am very sad about this story. And yet... I don't want to these feelings. If I were to go back to some weeks ago, I would still open that first chapter, even knowing it will cause pain. Because it's beautiful and even if it is over, it was everything I could have asked for and more. And I don't want to lose this. The pain, the tears would be gone but so would be so many nice moments. Alice biting everyone to show affection. Break teasing everyone. Elliot petting cats. Everyone meeting each other and be friends. I want it all, the good and the bad. And they wanted it all too.

I guess in the end, everyone is a self-sacrifing hero, in the story. Elliot would need to hate everyone smh, himself first.

I am feeling very empty now that I binged everything. Or maybe I am feeling so much that I don't know how to deal with it. I'll probably just bath myself in fanarts and fanfic to try to heal.

Honestly, the fact that all of them will technically be canon is somewhat comforting. Like, we witnessed ONE of the MANY tales out there. That still involves them. And it's canon there are endless endings. So everything can be canon, everytime someone is taking a brush, a pensil, a pen, or is writing something on paper, on the laptop everywhere. You are giving life to one of the many tales. And the characters are probably loving it too. Witnessing their fate in your hands. Mochizuki created something so big and it's outstanding. We are allowed the power of being canon, no one can come and say "no actually it's not like that". She gave us so much power, I love it. She entrusted us her characters. It's overwhelming.

Anyway, see you all under that tree in a fic or in an art. Idk how many people are active in the fandom but I can't wait to see everything you created and what you will create.

I don't know if this makes sense, I'm just having a chat with this post and writing stuff as they come to me. There are likely spelling mistakes, I am sorry, but I don't want to fix them, you take this as it is. Just my brain on free mode.