#this counts as a drabble right

[romansgoodluckcharm]

Okay, but Intruality w/ robo-Patt

Remus ignoring Patton's childcare protocols that try to keep people out (it's for safety more than discomfort) so he can tug on every wire that makes Patton glitch and squeal

Ohhh oh my god holy shit this is so good. Patton who insists on staying professional, the words automated and spilling through his lips before he can even think about it, but Remus can hear his fans kicking up so he doesn't overheat, can see his lens whirl to try and take in as much of Remus as he possibly can

Remus who tells Patton just what it wants to do to him as it steps closer and closer, getting more vulgar by the second, and Patton's processor is working over-time to take it all in, and for a split-second he's worried Remus'll surely get burnt from how hot his metal burns, but then Remus is pressing up against him and Patton can barely see the million pop-ups in the edges of his peripherals, can only see and feel Remus

Bonus points if Pat has no genitalia and is so fuckin desperate all throughout, Remus having to get creative to make them both feel good <333 rubbing against wires nd shoving it's fingers in ports nd biting at silicone casings nd breathing cool air against his motors till Patton's voice synthesiser is glitching nd warbling <33 overwhelming Pat so bad his UI seems to crash and he loses all rationale, fucked silly teehees

[maxlarens]

hello jack doohan lovers. pls excuse any weird characterisation etc, i’ve never written jack before and am writing this because @coff33andb00ks gave me brain worms about this idea for jack x oscar’s childhood bsf!reader:

Oscar’s your friend. Your oldest friend in fact.

Which is to say you’re proud of him and his big boy job as a Formula One driver. And, of course, you’re endlessly grateful for the opportunity to follow him around the world in return for your services as his social media lackey. It’s a job you enjoy even. Which is not to say that you’ve got any kind of ulterior motive to show up on race weekends—

Nope. None at all!

It’s certainly got nothing at all to do with the fellow Australian Flynn Rider-lookalike that hangs around Alpine hospitality. Nothing whatsoever.

Jack Doohan isn’t even on your radar. And you certainly don’t keep an eye out for a flash of warm brown hair or that Roman nose of his. The familiar Australian accent in a crowd, grey-blue eyes shining in the sun, the tooth that often catches on his bottom lip—

No. You don’t pay attention to Jack Doohan at all.

Well, at least not as far as Oscar is concerned.

Cootie-ridden, annoying, pain-in-your-arse, Oscar.

Who as far as you know, thinks you’re still seven years old and pushing him into the sandpit in your parent’s backyard. Who honestly thinks all boys look at you and still see the little girl with pigtail braids who used to play race-cars with him. Which, well, is the same way you look at Oscar and see the kid who used to pick his boogers and spend hours reading his favourite racing magazine to you when you just wanted to play Barbies.

So whatever, you’re even—

You think his girlfriend is crazy for being in love with him and he doesn’t think Jack Doohan has a crush on you.

Oh yeah: you think Jack Doohan has a crush on you. Or you might have a crush on Jack Doohan, who’s to say?

It’s really not some baseless accusation you’re spouting with no evidence. Again, Oscar just thinks you still have cooties. And, okay, y’know what, see for yourself—

You swear this time you’re only outside Alpine hospitality on accident. Oscar and Lando are wrapped up in some McLaren PR thing and you’re filming B-roll of the paddock to use in a reel you’re thinking about making. Ending up by Alpine was a total mistake.

Not that it bothers you much when the object of your affection turns up regardless.

You hear the scuff of shoes against gravel and feel a presence hovering at your back before you know it’s him. Somehow, you know it’s him anyway. As if you’re linked by some cosmic thread. As if you’re attuned to his very aura… Not that you believe in that stuff. But it is weird. The way you know him without sight.

You feel his hair tickle your cheek as he leans over your shoulder, all up in your space.

You don’t mind.

“Hard at work, huh?” he teases into your ear, his breathy laugh making you suppress a shiver.

“Mm hm,” you answer, tight lipped, trying to keep the camera stabilised despite yourself, “Doin’ my job.”

He moves away and you finally hit the button to stop recording. You spin around to face him, trying not to let a full-blown grin appear on your face. He’s doing something similar, half-grin, that snaggletooth you like so much on display. Eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Was that a jab at me?”, he raises his eyebrows (can’t raise just one, you’ve discovered).

You make a face, shake your head, “No, I would never,” you tell him in an exaggerated tone that says you’re taking the piss.

He scoffs, points a finger at you, “I’ll have you know that I was on the sim until three in the morning.”

You laugh this time, loud, tucking your phone into your back pocket and trying to resist the urge to lean into him like girls do in the movies. Hand on his shoulder, folding in half, like he’s just said the funniest thing ever. Like he’s not just some guy with brown hair and pretty eyes.

“Yeah, I know, Jack. You don’t let anyone forget it.”

His eyes widen impishly, “People need to know.”

“Sure do,” you smile broadly; meaning it, also taking a bit of a jab at Alpine’s chronic ‘middle-of-the-pack’-ness without being too mean, “Where would Alpine be without you?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “In the gutter, with Williams, probably.”

You both burst suddenly into a fit of laughter. Neither one of you leaning on the other, but close to it. You’re sure it looks suspicious— Oscar Piastri’s known best friend and Alpine’s reserve driver bent over and giggling with each other— but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Being around Jack is intoxicating.

He makes your head spin and your heart race and your chest feel like it’s got some yawning sun inside of it. When you’re with him you always want more. To hear him talk, to watch his expressions shift, to feel him, warm and there and next to you. It’s never enough.

You want you want you want,

He occupies your mind when he’s not around. You think back on your texts. Interactions that the two of you have had. How he looked on a certain day. If you’re being too annoying by replying to his Instagram stories—

It shouldn’t matter. It does anyway. You want him to like you, so desperately that there’s an ache pulsing in the middle of your chest. Right in the centre of your ribs.

Sometimes, you think he wants you to like him too.

You’re drunk on it— him, the laughter— it makes your fingers tingle when you look at him. Not sure if this is the Moment exactly, but feeling something in the air anyway. The way his mouth is parted, the way the corner of it lifts. It’s not the Something, but it is something. Or at least it’s something until,

well, until Oscar—

Oscar who comes barreling over like there’s not palpable electricity between you and Jack right now.

“Hey man,” he says, as you’re watching them dap each other up like Oscar isn’t totally ruining any chance to flirt further with the Alpine reserve driver. You roll your eyes covertly. Huff audibly when Oscar drags you away for PR duties. Send Jack a beaming smile over your shoulder anyway, get one in return that makes you all warm and fuzzy and hopeful.

Oscar side eyes you, “Why do you look all red?”

You raise an eyebrow, hair flicking into your own face as you snap your head to look at him, “Excuse me?”

He gestures at his own face, then points at yours, “Dunno. You’re all red. Did you say something embarrassing to Jack? He probably doesn’t care—”

“Oh my god,” you cut him off, “Are you that blind?”

He frowns, furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

You jut a thumb at Alpine hospitality in the distance, careful to keep your voice low, “You don’t think there was something back there? Like between Jack and I?”

Oscar stares at you for a long moment. Dumbfounded. Utterly confused. So much so that you begin to get annoyed at his silence. What does it say that your boy-best-friend can’t even imagine a guy having a crush on you? Are you really that insane for thinking Jack might?

“You and Jack?” he asks.

“Jack and I,” you repeat, tone clipped.

He’s quiet for another long second. Then he’s shaking his head like it’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard,

“No,” he’s saying in that way that’s trying to sound like a maybe but betrays his true feelings on the matter.

You scoff indignantly, then shove him hard enough that he stumbles into a wall. He’ll eat his words one day, you know it.

hope u guys enjoyed🥺

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU drabble - Moving

Hello I am back and I got another idea for this little silly au that I have @spotaus to thank for for the original idea :3 Though I think this may be officially becoming one of my AUs hahahaha

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Also yes. I know it would work better to number these uploads but also i am not writing these in any set order so it will become miserable for all of us if i number them because either they will be out of order or I will have to rework all the names and I am already editing links I don't need that extra energy in my life.

ANYWAY! :D

Next part! The one I lovingly clal in my head - The one where the gang finds a more permanent temporary home. (also yes. Before this they all speed-run the whole Parental bonding and emotional bonding to the idea of having a babybones. Which honestly can and probably will make four different drabbles)

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Horror stares at the door and wonders once again how he got to this point.

Well, no. That is a lie. He knows exactly how he got to his point.

He glances over his shoulder where the other four at hiding off to the side. Out of view from the doorway but still visable for Horror if he looks just right. Seems like Dust won the discussion, again, and is holding Nightmare, again.

Horror wants to say it is surprising how quickly they all just... accepted the situation they got into but he really isn't. Monsters are weird like that. Forced adoption is not that wild all things considered when you are talking about beings made of magic and emotions.

Horror stares at the door and raises his hand before knocking twice.

He really hadn't wanted to do this but they have no other choice. As he waits he can't help but think back to what made them decide this.

Cross walks from side to side "That was way to close! That was the third time we came across the Stars with Nightmare out. Third!"

Killer nods from where he is sitting wiht the sleeping Nightmare in his lap "Yeah no kidding. It is annoying as shit that they are hunting us."

Dust shrugs "Not surprising. Nightmare 'disappeared' after all. We are their only lead."

Killer grins "We were lucky Cross managed to lie his way out of the last one." and he shoots Cross a wink.

Cross sputters "I panicked!"

Killer grins and winks "Sure sure daddy crossy."

Horror holds up his hands between his two... co-parents "This is not the time. We need to figure out where we can go." and he thinks things over.

Cross sighs "I don't get how they keep finding us!"

Dust huffs as he packs their bags "We go to too little universes. Makes it easy for Ink and Dream to pick us out because they recognise us personally."

Killer frowns "Meaning. we need a big universe?" he taps his chin "But also mostly positive as we still don't know how obvious Nightmare would be otherwise."

Cross frowns "I think it will be fine. He can't feel the balance anymore right? And no one seems to have a reaction to him like they had before nor how people have a reaction to Dream's aura thing. Maybe with the corruption gone he really is just... ex-guardian now?"

Killer groans "I hope so. I am not a fan of child labor."

That is when it hits him. Horror sits up "I think I know a place."

All of them turn to him and he immediantly regrets saying anything. See? This is why he normally tries to limit what he says.

Either way. Here they are now and Horror prays this works. Please. They need one thing to work in their favor.

The door opens and a gasp "Horror! It has been ages! It is great to see you. How have you been?" Crop smiles at him.

Horror steels his nerves. Come on. Too much hangs on this moment "Hey Crop. Nice to see you. I am... okay. How are you?"

Crop frowns at him instantly "You sure? You don't sound okay. Trouble at home?"

Horror chuckles "Kinda? Not exactly. Euh... Can't go back to that place now?"

Crop frowns "Why? Need a place to stay? I got a spare room."

Okay yes! this is going great! just... gotta make sure he knows.

Horror nods "I do need a room. Not just for me though..." Crop starts to frown and Horror raises his hands "Just temporarily!"

Crop frowns "Did... something go wrong?"

Horror pauses and thinks this through once more. He trusts Crop. Crop has never been anything but kind even when Horror had been an ass. Even when he had to once drag Dust here to get healing before they could make the jump back home.

Horror looks to the side and he sees the others just beyond the treeline, hidden in shadows and waiting. Crop takes a look as well but he can't quite spot them. Crop looks back up at him.

Horror takes a deep breath "You need... to promise me, no not just promise you need to swear. That what you are about to learn will not leave this universe."

Crop frowns as he immediantly looks uncomfortable. It is the reaction a promise gets from most of them. But Crop also shoots him a considering look before he nods. He holds out a hand "I swear and promise I will not share the about to be giving information. UNLESS! It endangers anyone." and he waits.

Horror stares at the hand and thinks. That... That is fine right? That should be fine. Nightmare being a child doesn't endanger anyone. Only them and Nightmare. Horror nods and shakes the hand.

Crop nods and steps aside "Come inside. I bet you will be more comfortable explaining there." he glances at the forest "Do your... friends? Want to come in too?" a guess clearly. probably on multiple fronts.

Horror shakes his skull "Not yet. Need to know your answer and reaction first." He turns to the forest and makes a signal to wait a bit longer. He sees a thumbs up shot his way back. Probably Killer. He never bothered with the signals they had learned together.

Crop nods as he steps aside and Horror walks in, having to duck slightly for the door. The door closes behind him and Horror sees the small living room with fireplace.

Crop leads him to the kitchen "Lets talk there. I will get some tea."

A few minutes later they are both seated and with a cup of tea. Crop looks at him expectingly.

Horror takes a deep breath and takes out their most valuable resourch. The Dreamtale book. And places it on the table. Crop frowns at it before looking at Horror.

Horror nods to it "It will help explain... Very long story short... Nightmare was never an adult. He was a child with a magical shield of some type. That magic has ran out."

Crop stares at him for a moment, then he pulls the book closer and starts reading it. He pauses at the title before opening it.

And now he waits.

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Crop sits wiht his skull in his hands. Horror just sits across from him, with his empty cup of tea. Crop's own cup has grown cold a long time ago. Horror just waits for anymore questions but Crop hasn't said anyhting in the last ten minutes.

Horror looks back at the book and sees that Crop has turned the pages back to the one with the drawing of Nightmare's head being cracked open. The image makes a very clear show on how small Nightmare was compared to the ones attacking him.

Horror still thinks the book doesn't do it justice. Nightmare is much smaller in person than the picture makes him seem. The cracks had been much worse than the picture showed. But it is the closest they got.

Crop finally sighs and speaks. He doesn't look away from the picture "I don't... Know a lot about this whole... multiverse stuff. It isn't my place at all. And that is fine." he pauses for a moment "But this... You are telling me... That the one being that had everyone afraid. That everyone saw as a demon. Is a child... is this child?"

Horror nods before he explains more "Nightmare... gained a lot of magic and powers when he ate those apples. At least that is what the story implied. We haven't managed to get him to tell us yet, mostly because well... he is six again." Crops pulls a face as well, yeah. Horror agrees. A PTSD filled six year old is not easy. But they are managing.

Horror nods "so... What Cross nad Dust think what happened is that... The magic and negativity of the apples bond itself to Nightmare. Which game him the magic and powers he would use. The connection to the balance because the apples were part of the balance. and more importantly, an adult form and mind to fit all the magic. There was just no way all that magic and energy would have fit a babybones. Especially one that hadn't shown much magic beforehand." an assumption on their end as Nightmare was never said to use magic in the book.

"We think... We think that this magic of the apples just. ran out. We had been in battle at the time and Nightmare had been hit but it shouldn't have had that much of an effect. it was the same type of attack he had been hit by before. Dust thinks it was just the last bit of magic that the apples had having run out. Meaning that with the magic and energy so went the form." all a theory of course. But it is the only thing they have.

Crop nods as he clearly thinks "And as he was suddenly an adult. instead of just being afraid and scared. all that pain and emotions took a more violent turn. As he was an adult and was suddenly able to realise that it was unfair which made him angry..." Crop pauses.

Crop glares back at the table and shakes his skull "It is... It is a whole story about victim blaming. A victim is blamed for the abuse they suffered. They are made to believe they deserve it and should be abused. Then as soon as they fight back and defend themselves they are seen as guilty." Crop takes adeep breath as he leans back "What I don't get... Why come here? I can't help with any of this."

Horror shakes his skull "This isn't about any of the big stuff. We don't even care about it. We just... Nightmare is himself again. His real self." he taps the page lightly "Not his aged-up self that the corruption enabled him to be."

Crop stares before his face changes to shock "You are trying to hide him." Then a frown "Why not go to your own home? Has it been compromised?"

Horror snorts "At this point? probably." a confused look and Horror continues "Nightmare used his magic to shield off an universe and make a castle." he shrugs at the glance "Nightmare likes to read. I imagine he liked to read back then too. He may have been an adult technically but he was still a child at soul. Child him wanted a home and wanted that to be a castle and adult him made it happen... probably... that is Killer's theory at the moment."

Crop laughs and nods "Suonds reasonable- oh... and with his magic disappearing."

Horror sighs "When I left his universe the castle had already been decaying..."

Crop frowns "Left? The five of you you mean?"

Horror looks to the side and feels the shame return "We.... we did not react well... when we saw the changes at first... we... we obviously dind't know what was going on and well." he looks down "We abandoned him. I know it was wrong and stupid and we all regret it. We came back but we still did it." shame.

shame shame shame shame shame shame shame-

A hand on his shoulder. Horror glances up and Crop smiles at him "It is okay. You are trying to fix it now right? obviously. Not cool that you abandoned a child... but it can be nerve wrecking. Suddenly going from a position where a person is mostly guiding you, to going to a position where you suddenly are responsible over that same person."

Horror looks to the side "We still left." he can't believe they just left!

Crop nods "But you returned." he grins "And you are trying to fix it."

Horror nods again "We are..." he chuckles "Not that we have been doing a good job at it. Jumping from place to place."

Crop hums "So you are looking to settle, at least for a little bit, while also hidding. Why this universe?"

Horror nods "Yeah..." He looks to the side "We... we don't know how everyone will react. To him being like this. Maybe they will react well. Maybe not. We don't want to risk it. Risk him."

Crop stares at him for a long time and nods "There must be better places?"

Horror shakes his skull "The Stars kept finding us. Dust figured out we needed a big universe that leans towards positive. Yours is one of those. It is one of the wider and bigger ones. And overall leaning towards positive."

Crop frowns "It can't be the best one..."

Horror shrugs but continues "True... there are bigger and more positive ones. But those are busy. Many people. many places. Yours is quieter. more empty. Gives peace and room to work from."

Crop frowns as he taps his chin. He thinks deeply before sighing "You guys got any type of backstory we can use? The multiverse thing isn't a known thing here and the only reason my brother and I know is because you crash landed here."

Horror blinks "You will let us stay?"

Crop nods "Sure." and he grins "Can't kick out four parents with a babybones." and he gets up.

Horrro shakes his skull "That isn't... Well I mean technically." He knows that Killer has come close to killing quite a few people with how protective he has grown over Nightmare and that isn't even including the motherhenning of Cross nor the clinginess that Dust has.

Crop chuckles as he nods towards the stairs "The attic is messy and should be cleaned but can be used by you four, well five. There is an old bed and an old lounge chair up there." more thoughtful "How big is he exactly? we will need some clothes. Probably also get a healer to check him if he is developing okay after all those magical shenanigans."

Horror stares for a moment before smiling "Thank you... I know it is a lot."

Crop shrugs as he opens the linnen closet "Horror. Taking care of milking all the cows on your own is a lot. Having to fix your roof in the middle of a thunderstorm is a lot." He straightens his spine with blankets in his arms "Helping a friend and his friends who have somehow aqcuired a babybones, while strange, does not compare to either of those. Now get your friends out of those woods. They will make the animals nervous." he grins "I am excited to be one of the first ones to meet the real Nightmare."

Horror smiles as he packs his book and goes towards the door. "Thanks again Crop."

Crop waves it off as he moves the piles upstairs.

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Boom! and they are staying in FarmTale for now! Horror and Crop are homies and Dust is more of an acquaintance of Crop but it works. Aged-up Nightmare knew that Horror had an universe he liked to visit but never demanded details. *shrugs* Nightmare didn't see the point. as long as horror wasn't going to betray him what did it matter he didn't tell him?

Surprise Nightmare, this is your temporary home now. For a bit. or maybe longer? They are still figuring it out.

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[uhohdad]

the way ur so sweet to us anons actually makes me melt and feel safe tysm for everything you do ur my fav könig writer

ily <3 <3 <3 🩷💕💗🩷💗💕🩷

[phthalology]

ok, now I’ve won the space war

[lilac-melody]

If you could, a bit of 🎶and 🩸 mixed together for aiyuu? Like some sweet patching up after a dancing accident kek 💃

Writing Asks!

🎶 Dancing

🩸 Patching up a wound

Ship: Aiyuu

It was long past time for the two of them to head home. The minutes turned to hours as the moon and stars got higher and higher in the dark night sky. True, their dance instructor had kicked them out when she realized the two had no intentions of going home and wanted to avoid them staying out until dawn practicing again, but little did she know, Yujiro and Aizou had no intention of stopping dance practice just yet.

The two danced their latest dance in the park, where they always went for privacy. There was no music, only the soft crunch of their shoes hitting the grass and soft pants and gasps of exhaustion from the two of them. They had, after all, been at it for hours.

Yujiro did a step, side step, leap and a spin. He could tell he still wasn't doing it quite right, and it was bothering him. However, before he could stop dancing and demand they redo that part for the umpteenth time, his ankle flipped to the side and he flailed, letting out a sharp cry of surprise as he tumbled to the ground.

"Yujiro?" Aizou stopped immediately and knelt down next to him, his eyebrows furrowing. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Yujiro sat up, rubbing his ankle with a small grimace.

"You're not!" Aizou looked at him in mild irritation, gently resting his hand over Yujiro's before tugging it away, just so that he could tug his leggings up slightly to see his ankle. He let out a soft hiss in sympathy, before scooting away and grabbing his bag. "You really are an idiot."

"Shut up. You're noisy."

Aizou ignored him and came back with his towel, a small frown on his face. "This is all I have, so it'll have to do. Go home and ice it and properly bandage it." He ordered as he tied the towel snugly around Yujiro's thin ankle before standing up and offering a hand.

"You're not my mom," Yujiro muttered quietly, gingerly touching the towel. He looked up at Aizou's outstretched hand, and his impatiently kind face. After a moment, he reached out and accepted the hand that was offered to him.

[kathbunny]

Kyana pressed a kiss to Sunny's little forehead, the little dragon chirping up at her and sticking out their little tongue.

Kyana giggled at that, leaning down to give Sunny another little forehead kiss, only for Sunny to put their little claws on her cheeks.

"Hmm..? What are you doing, Sunny?" Kyana smiled at the little dragon.

Sunny bumped their little nose against Kyana's nose, chirping at her.

"Aww.." Kyana cooed.

Sunny, invigorated by the response, licked Kyana's nose before going back to just sitting in Kyana's hands, their tail seeming to wag.

Kyana gave Sunny the second forehead kiss.

[amtrak12]

Okay yeah, I'm really glad I signed up for this Seasons of Drabbles challenge. It was a little difficult to switch away from Lucifer and to another fandom, but also really fun! I wish I had more time and energy to spare for it, because there's at least two other prompts I would love to write a treat for.

Unfortunately, I also have a new Lucifer WIP chapter due this week :( So it's just the one drabble for me, but I will definitely be signing up for the fall session later this year! Maybe I'll be able to write more drabbles at that time. 🤞

[internationalteaparty]

What If? Kacy canon-divergent drabble #1

Wrote a Kacy drabble in 3 hours. Inspired by this post and this post.

Lucy's POV, 2nd. Angst (minimal) with happy ending.

It’s too much, all at once. She is singing to you, and it's too much.

You’ve always been like this. You feel too much, and don’t know what to do, how to respond with all that emotions swirling in your chest, your stomach, the tips of your fingers. So you do the first thing you think of then.

You walk away.

(You will later regret it.)

That night, once you get home and wash the day off of you, you think about secrets and vulnerability and the way she looks at you in the lights and the smiles she reserves for you behind closed doors and…you want to talk to her.

But it’s 1am and you think after the day you both had you figure you can call her the next day. You fall asleep, knowing you will hear her voice tomorrow. 

(You forgot to tell her she has a nice voice, when she bared her soul and sang to you. You will also regret that.)

You call her and for the first time ever, she doesn’t pick up right away. You fumble through a voicemail and go about your day with a nervous energy that reminds you of your first day at work.

Monday comes and still no response. You try not to let it get to you, but you can’t help but worry. It’s unlike her.

(You realize that even when you were butting heads with DIA Officer Whistler, she had never left you hanging like this.)

You come into the office and ignore the questioning look from Jesse and Kai. Tennant just raises one eyebrow, and you shrug. You don’t know what to say. You go down to Ernie’s lair to deliver his coffee. You don’t expect him to say-

“Hey, about what happened at the party, with the tall blonde FBI Special Agent, I didn’t think she would take it literally. Sorry. How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean you ‘didn’t think she would take it literally’?”

“I,” it’s rare when Ernie doesn’t seem to know what to say, “I may have…told her to? I told her to go big or go home and may have suggested serenading as a way. I didn’t think she would go for it!”

“What? Why would you do that?” you find anger rising in your chest, not because of Ernie’s meddling, but because you expect him to know you better, to know that you might not respond to that positively.

“Because!” he raises his voice, not angry, just trying to explain, “because you love her, Lucy. I know you. I know you do. And I don’t understand why you’re denying yourself of what you can have with Whistler. And because she loves you too.”

“You don’t know that.”

“That you love her? Or that she loves you?”

“You don’t know her as much as you know me. As I know her.”

“Are you sure about that? Because I can tell you with 100% certainty that she loves you.”

“How?” you hate how defeated you sound. You don’t know what you want anymore. You want to figure it out, to have an actual conversation with Kate, but here you are again, talking to everybody but Kate. 

Then he shows you the video. You look at her and can’t help but be amazed at her determination, at her vulnerability, at her love. Her love for you.

(A week after the Pearl Harbor celebration, you were both under the cover at her place, and she told you, through tears that turned into sobs, how she was never lonely because of Noah, how it was them two against the world, how scared she was when he was deployed overseas, and how she was a shell of a person after he died. You thought this was the most fragile she was in front of you, and you thanked her, for trusting you enough with this part of her, for telling you a history you were sure she didn’t want reminded of, and you tried to comfort her with soft touch and kisses.)

(And now, now she shared that part, even just a glimpse of it, to a stranger - an enemy, to coworkers, all so she could help you. And yes secrets are bad and you two will still need to have that conversation, but in this moment you know more than ever that you’re in love with this woman.)

A text from Tennant telling you both to go up startles you, and you realize you are crying. You wipe your tears and fix your make-up, and dare Ernie to say anything. He stays quiet, but his eyes are understanding.

When you go up to the bullpen, you all meet a new FBI Special Agent, one who says things like “Special Agent Whistler is on a special assignment” and “I will be the FBI liaison for the time being” and “no I don’t know how long this assignment will take.”

You think about your unreturned call and voicemail, and how her face fell when you walked away, and the ground feels like it’s opening up under you. You run on autopilot for the rest of the day to the team’s worried looks, with quiet anxiety beneath your skin.   

She’ll be fine, you think. You think about fractured ribs and minor head trauma and-

She’ll be fine.

You see her again three weeks later in the hospital. You don’t know what happened, can barely register the voices around you, just something about a bomb, and shrapnels. You think about that night under the cover, when she told you about Noah and how she would follow him anywhere. You pray she doesn’t, not now, not there.

You keep your eyes to the ground, ignoring Tennant and Curtis talking in a quiet voice, and the man sitting five feet away from you, who is apparently the freaking Director of the NSA, who “borrowed” Kate for a secret mission with one of his teams. Something snaps in you. You turn to him and your voice is low, containing nothing but anger and hurt and how he shouldn’t have taken an FBI agent, should just have used his people, should have looked after her better. Tennant tries to stop her, and Curtis looks uncomfortable, but the stupid Director just looks at her with quiet understanding, and says-

“I’m sorry.” and “You love her.” and when you don’t respond, has the audacity to reassure you. “She will be okay. She’s tough.” like he knows anything about her.

(Later on, when Kate is okay, and awake in a hospital bed with you right by her side, he will walk in to check in on her, a teddy bear in his hand, which he hands to her with a I love you, get well soon, Katie and Kate will explain to you how she used to hug a teddy bear when she was sick or hurt as a kid, and that he’s her father. You are still trying to process this.)

(She also tells you how she has called her father sobbing in an emotional breakdown about you, and he has suggested she comes to work on a case with him to take her mind off of you and take her away from the debacle she created that night. You shouldn’t have walked away.)

When the doctor comes out and says that she’s okay, and is expected to make a full recovery, you sag with relief. Kai hands you a water and some food. You sit by her bedside all night long.

A few days later, when she wakes up, you talk to her. You kiss her, like how you should have done that night, and you apologize. She smiles the smile only for you, and says it’s okay, because you’re here now and that’s all that matters. It shouldn’t be, but at the end of the day, you love her and she loves you and oh, isn’t that all that matters? 

(She will tell you how she hates being out of her comfort zone. You nod, you know this, because Kate tends to stick to things she knows. She will tell you how being with you makes her uncomfortable, because she is not used to an actual serious relationship, not used to being emotionally vulnerable, not used to sharing herself, but with you, oh with you she is willing to be uncomfortable, as long as you’re there. Because the reward is worth all the discomfort. You kiss her, and tell her how she lights a fire in you ever since that night at the bar.)

In another universe, that night you would walk away and Kate would be gone. In another universe, you would stop her and kiss her right there and then. In this universe, you walked away, but you still got her, forever and always. 

[justlookatthosesausages]

The final season of Ghosts highly likely will be the season of changes so I've been imagining tons of parallels that would echo to other seasons' routines to show the evolution, and here's how I picture the beginning of the season:

Alison wakes up like every morning with the sounds of Button house (for example, Fanny casually falling off the window, or Kitty and Thomas arguing on who has the right to greet Alison at the door for a good morning, even though they can totally be heard already lol) and Mike gets up when she gets up.

With a yawn Alison walks to the window and takes the stopwatch nearby, but when she looks through the window she doesn't see the Captain at the ready next to his obstacle course he and Alison spent so much fun and time making for him.

She's intrigued then suddenly she panics; she barges out of the room, leaving Mike, Kitty and Thomas with wide eyes as she zooms to the stairs. She doesn't find him in the living room. She passes by Julian and Robin in the kitchen, who are talking about breakfast eggs, and she asks them urgently where the Captain is.

"That's weird, I haven't seen him leave his room this morning", says Julian.

Alison hurries to the Captain's room, and wishes that she won't find it empty.

Not now, not like this, not after everything they went through. Moving on is beautiful and such an achievement, but she was not ready--

She barges open and find the Captain laying on the bed, on his back, calm, serene, his hands joined in his middle. He turns to her with questioning eyes.

"Good morning Alison."

She breathes out and chuckles. "I thought you were getting sucked off."

The Captain widens his eyes, and looks down to his legs and general posture. Then up at her, his panic and confusion beyond the perception that her chuckle was out of relief to see he was still a ghost.

"Oh." He realized. "No, Alison, I wasn't. I'm still, uh... Here."

She smiled at his choice of words, taking her breathing again, then frowned with a smile at his state. "Are you okay?"

"Why yes."

That was the most suspicious answer, so Alison went on. "You weren't at the obstacle course this morning. Why? Do you want to change it?"

"No, it's perfect the way it is." He answered, since he always inspects it to the millimeter before and after he's done running.

"Then why are you still in bed?"

The other ghosts finally join her, confused, and silently catch up with the conversation. The Captain realizes the attention on him, and slightly looks away with a bit of embarrasment.

"I uh. I decided that I would do nothing today."

Alison is astonished.

"No... Keeping yourself busy?"

The ghosts are as shocked as her, their silence renewed.

"...Nope." Replies the Captain, his 'p' exaggerated.

Everyone finds it weird, and worrying, and grow concerned. To light up the mood, and because Alison kept staring at his posture, she smiles and says:

"Really? Because you seem very tense."

The Captain clenches even harder than he was on his military stick. "I'm not."

The ghosts smile or nods in agreement, some sighing.

"You definitely are tense." Says Fanny.

"I'm not tense at all!" Retorts the Captain, clearly tense, his tone waving.

"You more tense that hunted deer." Noted Robyn.

Alison finds the whole situation very funny, and gestures to the ghosts to follow her. "Well, do as you please, if you want to do nothing and stay in bed all day, fine, but we're going to have breakfast downstairs. See ya."

They all make a show at following Alison in the corridor with smiles.

They leave and there's a long silence.

"......Wait!" Eventually exclaims the Captain in a crooked voice, and he jumps out of bed, hoping he'll make it in time to count the toaster's timer.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

need all these levi’s to provide me the strength to continue writing thru this brain fog

[duskofendflame]

Application

You stare up at the impressive structure of the monastery as you wait. You’ve seen plenty of large buildings before, but cathedrals like this are rare back where you come from. And you are always so curious about things that you have not seen before. It’s impressive, and beautiful. A lovely backdrop to the boredom that threatens to succumb you. The bustling of the churchgoers keeps your mind occupied, curious eyes observing everyone that they can.

The cold stone thumps against your bare feet as you shuffle awkwardly in place. How much longer are you meant to wait anyway? You are eager to be able to explore your new environment.

“Lord Corrin?” Your head jolts up quickly as someone calls out your name, ruby eyes quickly snapping to attention. The monk looks kind, but you have learned that is not exactly a perfect judge of character. You still want to be able to trust people, want to believe anyone you come across, but you know now that appearances are not always exactly as they seem. But for now, you have no reason to want to distrust the man. So you stand, and smile brightly.

“Yes, that’s me! I suppose you are the one I was waiting for then? The interviewer?” The monk nods gently and you move to follow him as he directs you to a room off of the corridor. You laugh softly to yourself, ready to get started upon this new adventure.

“Please, sit Lord Corrin.” You quickly do as told, staring ahead at your interviewer with wide eyes, curious about what he will even ask you. You’ve never been interviewed before, but maybe it will be a little bit fun!

“Alright then, allow us to get started. What has led you to where you are today?” Oh! So this was the kind of thing that would be asked. You could surely handle this. You smile, thinking back on the path you have followed. You think you were right in the end, but there was still more than you could have done for the world, a little bit less loss you could have prevented. You know the path you had chosen was right, that your actions in the end were the only thing you could have done without losing any more family than you had to.

“The path I was led down was because of the love I held for my family, to be able to unite the two extremes that I called home. That love is still what leads me, to know that the choices I make are correct.” Your eyes are bright as you speak of your family. They are what makes you confident that your choices have always been correct, that the path that you followed was the right one - for both yourself and everyone else.

“Thank you for your insight Lord Corrin. Moving on, What are your greatest strengths? Greatest weaknesses?” 

“Hrm… well for strengths, I’d certainly say my ability to trust those around me! I’m also quite good at thinking on my feet! Or at least I’d like to think I am!” You laugh, running a sheepish hand through your hair. It is your weaknesses that are not so easy for you to admit. To be able to speak your insecurities is not easy, you would not want to betray any of the expectations that are set upon you. To admit that you feel as though you are inadequate compared to others in your life, it is truly hard.

“My weaknesses… I… I tend to have trouble with larger forces on the battlefield, but my only true weakness is my inexperience. I hope that teaching here at the academy and any other parts of life will help me be able to grow out of that inexperience.” You know you are not as strong, nor as smart, as people may expect by looking at you. But with time, you also know that you will improve.

“Thank you again Lord Corrin. Finally, If your life was a storybook, what role would you play?” You perk up instantly, compared to the intensity of the last question, this is easy. Your own life already felt much like it was the story of a hero, of a fantasy that you never could have dreamed of when you were a child.

“I’d like to think that I’d be the princely hero who saves everyone! But perhaps that is just an ideal that I cannot hope to ever embody. It’s a nice dream, a nice story, for a book though!” Your story has really only truly just begun, so you cannot truly tell what your role will be in the end. Only time can tell, until your fate has become determined. A fate that will always lead you down the right path, of that you are at least sure.

[rebornofstars]

Hi @la-sera! Your artwork is so intricate and just absolutely stunning, and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

Legend lifted the torch. Flame danced over the wooden pallet and the body laid out across it: agonisingly, gut-wrenchingly still. Legend forced his eyes away from the light and down. If he squinted through the tears he could almost pretend that the body was just sleeping. That the jumping firelight was a healthy glow in the body’s cheeks; that it masked the rise and fall of a chest. He smeared his wet face across his sleeve, and cupped the body’s face with one hand. “Hyrule…” he whispered. The traveller’s body was cold and quiet, the same as it had been every other time Legend had called the kid’s name. Each time, he felt the same half-second of desperate hope. Of longing. Of denial. “Hyrule… please. Please.”  Each time, his heart was torn apart anew. Legend sniffed. The kid looked peaceful in death. The creases on his brow were smooth. Twilight had laid a spare tunic over the mangled stomach and closed his eyes, just before they lifted him onto the pyre. A gesture of respect for the d— Legend felt more tears escape him. Hyrule was dead. He was dead.  He was dead. The thought was earth-shattering. “I’m b—burning,” he forced out through wet sobs, “your b—your body. Just like you—you made me promise.” He felt a steadying hand at his back. “Do you need help?” Twilight asked. Legend squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered silently. “No,” he lied. “N—no, I’m—good.” “We have to be quick,” Twilight reminded him. “The monsters are approaching. They’re still—” “I know,” said Legend. He brushed his thumb gently along Hyrule’s skin, even though he knew the kid would never feel it. Smooth and cold. Like porcelain. So easily broken. “I know. His blood.” The memories of that fight would be burned into his eyelids forever, red and bright and hot like the flaming torch he held. Hyrule being pinned down by a horde of monsters. The way he arched away from the knife, begging, pleading. The knife as it slid through his skin like butter, and the dark blood that began to bubble out of the cuts. The way it pooled in the hollow of his abdomen. The endless gushing as it coated the monsters’ hands down to the wrist.  Legend blinked the stark images away, hoarse screams ringing in his ears. He tasted bile. How was he supposed to walk away now knowing that he’d failed? That the kid had been ritually sacrificed in the worst way possible? Died seeing his worst fear realised? “I’m sorry,” he choked out, and lowered the torch. The bloodstained clothes caught alight. Hyrule was never going to finish the story he’d been telling Legend to pass the time while they trekked through the endless woods. He was never going to cast another spell or swing a sword or introduce them to his princesses. One day, Legend would forget the way the corners of his eyes used to crinkle when he laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

Fan Joy July Masterpost

"burn my body"

Hyrule dies in his Hyrule. The monsters managed to sacrifice him to resurrect Ganon.

Legend wants to grant Hyrule's last wish: burn my body.

[queenharumiura]

Send 'small things' for three memories my character has with yours that they hold dear, of moments that seemed insignificant at first, but became magical later. (from Dera, your choice of verse)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @whiskeysmulti Verse chosen: Default, bc more for me to work off of.

There were a lot of memories that Haru had with Gokudera over the many years that they've known each other, but there were some memories that felt different when looking back on them now.

Haru and her mother always took turns making bento for the day, and during the time she had fallen in love with Tsuna, she'd always put forth the extra effort to make a love-packed lunch for him. It was part of her love language, to enjoy feeding people.

Somewhat like a grouchy cat on the streets that hardly accepted foods from strangers until it grew to trust you, she would make more food for the others and he'd sit down and eat with everyone. The only times he didn't is if Bianchi was involved. Maybe it's a bit silly to say, but it always brings her a smile if she cooks some curry and Gokudera comments that it tastes good.

She still wonders to this day if he was being a tsundere or otherwise when making the comment that anyone could make curry. (Don't worry, he did get seconds if he asked for it. Haru wasn't that petty) Maybe he doesn't remember the comment, but she recalls it with fondness, because it's interesting how differently he responds to her cooking now. What is it, a gap moe, sort of? It's cute!

-

Gokudera has always been what many would call- UMA Freak. There's no other way of looking at it. He loved the unorthodox and the moment anything UMA related was brought up, he would go raving about all the information he gathered about them.

Whether or not they actually exist is something Haru is skeptical about, but she usually lets him ramble on about it. Lambo usually was the one who would come up to Gokudera to ask about a random UMA. The child occasionally would search up information and try to stump Gokudera with trivia information-- not that he's ever succeeded yet. The guy really is a UMA-maniac.

There was a time when they were in the future timeline where 'Nessie' was found and the news was televised. She'd never seen Gokudera so excited about anything that wasn't Tsuna related. He didn't stop talking about it for a bit. It was fascinating to watch him so enthusiastic about something.

Japan has a large population of monster enthusiasts, so there is a bit of overlap between him and them. So when Nessie was found, there was a lot of Nessie trinkets to be found in stores. When shopping for some supplies with Kyoko, she happened to find a small keychain of Nessie and bought it because she thought of him.

She walked up to his room and knocked on the door to hand him the keychain. She can't remember exactly what she said, but it may have been something along the lines of 'So what's the deal with this Nessie anyways?' and that's how she got dragged into listening to the history of the Loch Ness Monster aka Nessie. Thinking back on it now, it's actually kind of cute to see him get so hyped about UMA. It's like you get to see a bit of the boyish charm that he keeps hidden because of his tough boy attitude.

-

She wouldn't call them insignificant moments, but they were frequent moments. Gokudera had seen Bianchi's face (again) and then passed out (again). It was the usual protocol of setting him aside somewhere to get rest as he recovers from the trauma response of seeing Bianchi's face. Sometimes they'd lay a blanket over him on the days that were a bit chilly.

It was so common that everyone didn't question it if Gokudera suddenly falls over and passes out. The first thought that would come to the forefront of everyone's mind would be: 'Bianchi is here without a mask on.'

One day, Haru felt bad that he kept missing out on the festivities everyone else was enjoying so she'd stay near him on the off chance he'd wake up. She'd offer him something to eat or to drink.

Somehow, one day, it just became a habit. If Gokudera passes out, you could expect Haru to stay nearby to check in on him and make sure he's doing okay. Sometimes she'd lend him her lap as he's out cold. It was always unfortunate that this happens because of a traumatic response, but she always hopes that waking up with company makes it a bit less 'sucky' as they'd say.

She has the habit now of smiling at him, "Good morning~" when he does finally wake up. The first time he woke up using her lap as a pillow, the look of confusion was rather cute-- but she won't tell him that. Maybe that's why she continued to do so afterwards.

[selfcarecap]

Practice [L.H]

pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (f&m receiving, reader’s first time), Logan is a liittle mean but just a little and he gets softer towards the end, spitting,  jerking off, Logan keeps his socks on I think it’s hot okay 😭😭, Logan calls reader bub, baby, good girl, pretty girl; Wade is mentioned but I’m imagining a younger Logan than in DP&W

word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble lol idk what happened)

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Logan asks from the sofa as you walk past him in your pretty date outfit. You’ve got some time left before your date but you decided to get ready early in a bout of nervousness.

“This guy I’ve been seeing,” you tell him, trying to seem nonchalant. You haven’t yet mentioned to Logan that you’ve been on a few dates. He spends a lot of time in his room, away from you and Wade, and he just never happened to be there to hear about your dates.

Logan mutes the tv. “What guy?”

“Met him online.”

“And he’s so good to you that you get this pretty for him?”

You smile at his indirect compliment and sit down next to him.

“Yeah, he’s nice. I… I think we might go a step further today,” you feel your cheeks heating up, “I’m kind of nervous.”

You see his jaw clench slightly, “If he’s a good guy he shouldn’t make you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous because of him, it’s just that it would be my first time. And I don’t want to be bad.”

He chuckles and leans back, “You won’t be bad. Just make him go on top.”

Logan isn’t taking your hint, so you take a deep breath to gather your courage. “What if he wants me to go down on him and I don’t know how to do it? Will you…” your voice falters as his eyes meet yours.

“Will you help me?” you stutter and Logan immediately begins to smirk. Embarrassment spreads through your body.

“Help you how?” He asks, smug.

It’s too late to go back now. “Well, I don’t know. Like, explain how it works or.. you could show me?” you shrug.

“You probably know better than me how to find porn online.”

“No, I mean show me on you.” That’s all the courage you can muster for the day and you wonder if you will even have the strength to look back into Logan’s eyes. He solves that problem for you, putting a finger under your chin and pushing it up so you’re looking at him.

“You wanna suck my cock?” He sounds annoyed and you immediately want to die.

“It wouldn’t have to mean anything,” you look at his cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his eyes, “I just wanna know if I’m doing it right. It’s okay if you can’t cum, I just want to practise.”

Logan scans your face for a sign of discomfort – other than your embarrassment – but he doesn’t find any. His features soften, “You really wanna go down on me, bub?”

You nod quickly, “For practice.”

“Mhm, for practice.” He’s mocking you, but all you can do is ignore it.

A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: “C’mere then.” He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You can’t believe this is happening – you’ve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.

Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what you’re about to do.

“You sure about this, bub?” Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?

“Yeah,” you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan he’s got one of his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know how to open a belt either?”

“Well, yeah but don’t we have to–” your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. He’s all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.

“Oh,” you say.

“If a guy likes you, he doesn’t need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,” Logan tells you, although you’re barely listening. All you know is that you wouldn’t need the foreplay either, you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.

Logan watches you stare at his erection, “Take your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but that’ll make it an even nicer view.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” you thumb at the thin straps of your top.

He smirks, “even better.” He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.

You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. “Use your words.”

“You can take it off,” you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head. 

Logan chuckles, “Baby, I’ve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?” The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides. 

You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, “God, look at you. So fucking perfect.” He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.

With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. “Wet your lips,” he instructs. You lick your lips.

“Wetter,” he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.

Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, “There. Don’t you look fucking pretty like this.” You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.

You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.

“God,” Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.

“Look at you, don’t even need me to tell you what to do,” he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.

“What now?” You ask. 

Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. He’s naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.

Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: “Lick.”

You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.

“Take as much as you can, baby,” he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away – you want to be the one making him feel good – but you stop yourself.

You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.

“Yeah, baby, juuust like that. That’s a good girl,” he breathes heavily.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.

His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away. 

He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him. 

“You can start sucking my cock now if you’re ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.”

“I don’t know if I can take all of it,” you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. He’s just so fucking big. 

“Just take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.”

His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand. 

Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, “So adorable. You don’t need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.” He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist. 

You clear your throat, “Can I use my mouth now?”

He bites his lip, “Ready when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.” Oh, you’re relaxed. Being between Logan’s meaty thighs is the best you’ve felt in your life. 

You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.

The feeling of Logan’s cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Logan’s face.

“Such a pretty girl,” he leans his head back.

Your jaw is starting to strain because he’s so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and can’t wait to actually make him come. He’s starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.

You’re wondering how much long–

“Y’gonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,” Logan moans, and you figure he’s warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.

You put in all the effort you can, sucking Logan’s cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.

Logan groans, and then he’s filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.

He’s coming longer than you’d expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when he’s finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.

Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. “What?” you ask.

“Spit.”

“Uh, I swallowed,” you say.

“Really?”

You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.

He smirks. “God,” he huffs, “so fucking perfect. C’mere.” He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like he’s filled with a new desire, as if you didn’t just make him come.

You don’t get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.

“‘m gonna show you what it’s supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doin’ it right, ‘kay?”

What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. “Yes,” you nod hornily, “Please.”

“There you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?”

All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.

“God, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?”

You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, “Can’t get enough of these,” he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.

He smiles up at you when he realises how much time he’s spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume he’s going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.

“Logan,” you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.

“Feel good?” He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.

“Mhmm.”

He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and you’ve finally got the friction you’ve been needing this entire time. You’re already close. 

You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly. 

“I got you, baby,” he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself. 

He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck. 

You’re so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders. 

Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue. 

It only takes a few more seconds of Logan’s mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.

Logan doesn’t stop until you’re satisfied and your legs go numb around him.

He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.

With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.

“You wanna know how good you taste?” Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He stops kissing you. “So.. you still going on your date?”

You feel your cheeks getting hot, “What if I told youuu…” you twirl a strand of Logan’s hair that’s hanging over his forehead, “that there never was a date. Or a guy.”

Logan breaks out in a smile, “You were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?”

You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though you’ll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.

Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Logan’s hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.

“Guess what happened?” you squeal at Wade.

Wade’s eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, “Was it my plan? I told you my plan would work!”

You grin, “It was your plan.”

Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but he’s unable to hide a smile.

“It was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy she’s dating,” Wade explains.

“Alright,” Logan laughs quietly, “Now fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.”

Wade’s eyes go wide and he says what you’re thinking, “My girl? I’d faint if he called me that. You owe me,” he points at you.

You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, “You heard him, we’ve got stuff to do.”

The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You can’t wait for what’s to come.

-

P.S. Logan thinks good girls reblog and comment on the fics they enjoy 🩷🫣

[gloomwitchwrites]

141 when a younger recruit has a very obvious crush on you (not dating yet)

Oh, anon. I had fun with this one. Simply because it's a "we aren't dating yet so why are you jealous" scenario just waiting to happen. That's where my mind went with this. The boys have zero claim on you but they are possessive and territorial as fuck. omg. Do you hear that? It's me standing outside screaming because I need to get a fucking grip. Anyway! Enjoy!

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Task Force 141 x Reader (gn!reader except on Simon's)

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): hidden feelings, jealousy, possessive behavior, intimidation, crushes, suggestive themes, swearing

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

John is the superior here. He's the one in charge.

Yet he feels completely out of control.

This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening. He has spent months—months gently putting himself before you. Jealousy and possession are strange to him. They don’t come easy. And yet here they are, eating him from the inside out, chewing away at his resolve.

Anger and irritation are starting to seep in.

A new recruit with an obvious crush shouldn't make him this irate. There isn't any competition, but John can't help himself. All he sees is this wanker making eyes at you, speaking softly and with such tenderness that it's driving John up the fucking wall.

Which is insane. Stupid. You do not belong to him. The two of you are not dating—not anything—but somehow that doesn't matter.

His feet are moving before he even realizes it. The recruit turns in John's direction and instantly pales.

Good. Fucking good.

You turn too, brow furrowed.

"Captain?" asks the recruit, straightening his spine.

John shoves himself between, staring the recruit down, all venom. "You're wanted elsewhere."

"Y—yes. Sir."

The recruit salutes and takes off, the primal jealousy purring softly with contentment.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle is going to grind his teeth into dust if he doesn’t unclench his jaw.

What the fuck is this bloke doing over on this side of the complex anyway? He’s a goddamn new recruit. Freshly arrived and still green.

Do you even realize he’s flirting? Kyle can tell just be the way he stands far too close, or the subtle way he touches your arm. His smile is stupidly large. The man is completely struck by you. You appear completely oblivious, having a conversation with him like there’s nothing amiss.

Nope. Kyle is pissed. Furious. Which is fucking ridiculous. The two of you are not a couple, even though Kyle wishes otherwise.

“You look right scunnered.” Soap appears at Kyle’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“That,” he growls.

Soap frowns, following Kyle’s line of sight. Soap’s frown turns to a knowing smirk. He turns it on Kyle with a mischievous glint. “Want Ghost to scare the shit out of him?”

The rest of the team knows how Kyle feels about you even if they don’t comment on it.

“That would be great,” says Kyle flatly.

Soap lightly pats Kyle’s shoulder. Turning around, he cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, Lt!”

John "Soap" MacTavish

"I could rig an explosive. Put it under his bunk. That’d be fucking brilliant,” murmurs Johnny.

"We're looking to scare him. Not to maim everyone in his immediate radius,” replies Kyle.

"What about a firework? Poppers? Oh! A stink bomb?"

"That’s fucking childish, Johnny,” mutters Simon.

Johnny isn't jealous. Really, he's not.

He's just...protective. That's what he tells himself anyway.

Kyle, Johnny, and Simon observe you from across the communal gym. A new recruit from the latest batch is hanging on the ropes of the boxing ring. His stance is casual, skin glistening with sweat as he gives you his best smile while he chats you up.

The lad is putting it on thick, and Johnny is having none of it.

You are not Johnny’s spouse. You are not dating. You are not his…anything.

But that hardly matters.

Because Johnny has stolen plenty of kisses from you. He’s put his hands on your body. He’s been far too close for the comfort of a coworker or friend. In that, there is a claim. Johnny can draw the line somewhere.

He is so close to making you his.

No one is getting in his way. Not even a charming new recruit.

Simon "Ghost" Riley (Female Reader)

"Don't do it, Simon. It's not worth it."

Johnny's words don't satiate the anger. Rage is boiling beneath Simon's skin. It is white hot—fierce. All of this emotion and yet Simon has no claim over you.

It still hurts. Still aches.

The two of you are not together—not dating. But it's Simon's name you scream with pleasure, and that counts for fucking something.

His fists clench, muscles coiled with wrought tension. Johnny places his hands on Simon's shoulders and shoves him back down in his seat. If Simon weren’t ready to flay his newest target alive, Johnny wouldn’t be so bold.

"Remove. Your. Hands," growls Simon, slowly.

Kyle grimaces, his gaze darting between Simon and Johnny. He looks ready to jump in if Johnny needs him.

"I'm doing this for you, Lt,” murmurs Johnny, even as his hands keep the pressure.

"She's mine."

"We know,” reply Johnny and Kyle in unison.

One of the new recruits is putting on his best performance, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Johnny is right. Simon can't go over there and knock the man to the ground, no matter how much he wants to.

"Take a deep breath, Lt."

"I'm trying."

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