#this show is 10 times more irritating when you're older

[starchaser45]

Do the people in story Brook know what closed adoption means and what do you mean "Emma doesn't have to tell you about this Regina" EMMA JUST GOT HERE OF COURSE SHE DOES and I don't really think "oh she's the evil Queen" HOLD IN COURT and Emma put him up for adoption she didn't have to she wanted to SHE DOESN'T JUST GET TO TAKE HIM CAUSE SHE WANTS HIM NOW god that's so stupid

[specialagentartemis]

speaking of Rowland, what changed your mind on grimdark stories? You used to post about how much you hated them lol

Hopepunk started to annoy me more lol.

It's been several things. Partially, it's just been years; I've gotten older, read more books, found authors I really really loved writing really bleak really sad really upsetting and really fascinating books.

Partially it's that I don't really believe in the definitions people use about grimdark anymore; the more I read, the more I feel it's a strawman stereotype that barely exists moreso than it's an actual social force in literature.

Partially I do stand by my irritation with a lot of dark and gritty remakes/reboots of mostly A/V media; Star Trek does not need to be a dark and gritty war story, LOTR doesn't need to be sexy, etc. They feel lazy and trend-chasing more than they feel like a genuine creative endeavor. Too often, they can feel like they're jettisoning the aspects that made me like them in an attempt to be more Mature by adding Violence and Swearing and Sex. I stand by that Star Trek Discovery wasn't good, and the fact that it felt like it was embarrassed that it had to be Star Trek when it really wanted to be Game of Thrones in Space was a big part of why.

But honestly that seems to primarily be happening in TV/movies, and it's stopped being nearly the inescapable social force it was 6-10 years ago. The zeitgeist moves on and new trends annoy me. In sci-fi/fantasy books, the movement seems to be in the other direction: hopepunk and cozy. And they have just. been bad books. So many of them have been bad in new and frustrating ways. In the same time period that hopepunk and cozy were on the rise in the sff zeitgeist, I also read books like The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed, Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee, and The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez... heavy and sad and serious and unhappy and with brilliant artistry that feels like it actually has something to say and isn't ignoring how humans actually act by saying "well it wouldn't be a problem if everyone was just nice :)" I read the bleakest, most upsetting, most depressing sci-fi book I've ever encountered, Harmony by Project Itoh, which he wrote while he was in and out of hospitals dying of cancer and it shows. It's unsettling and unnerving and upsetting and different, and you can tell it comes from the heart. Is it grimdark? Maybe, yeah. And it has value as literature, and I got a lot more out of it than I did from a lot of things touting how important they are for being Hopeful and Cozy and Conflict-Free.

Honestly, part of it is my natural plain contrarianism. When making fun, hopeful, funny, campy, or adventure-y things Dark and Gritty and Violent was held up as better and more inherently mature writing, it annoyed me and made me dislike it; now that violence and selfishness and cruelty and pain in stories seems to be considered immature and unnecessary, and rather hope, softness, gentleness, happiness, cheerfulness, conflict-aversion, and harmony are the Morally Correct and Mature ways to write stories, I resent that too. It ends up feeling trend-chasing and reductive, and when bland nothing books are held up as The Most Ethically Correct And Best Writing Because They Are Hopeful, it makes me just as annoyed as when dark and gritty TV is held up as The Most Mature And Serious Prestige Television.

Also, honestly, the world kept getting worse and sometimes I want media that acknowledges that I feel afraid and hurt and angry, and that things aren't all sweet and good and nice actually. It often makes me feel better, more seen, more understood, than media that goes actually everyone is nice and and problems are easy to solve and the world is basically just and people can be trusted to all be mature and good and reasonable. (And if you're ever impatient, or selfish, or snappish, or mean, or insufficiently hopeful... then you don't belong in our utopia. As someone who *gestures above* can be impatient, snappish, and mean... that doesn't make me feel all that hopeful.)

[nvoirs]

At the bar

18+ content below! Nsfw Warning!

Disclaimers: Missionary, praising kink, fingering, handjob, slight blowjob, slight degradation (use of whore) cussing, M + F receiving, age gap, RE6 leon is older by around 10 years.

I gave up on my punctuation half way into this, so if there's no capital letters that's why.

The bar was more crowded tonight. It being a Saturday night and bystanders stood drinking and playing table pool while others danced to the late night tunes.

Honestly you were out of control. You had been coming back to this same bar almost every night to drink away your sorrows. Life was miserable and alcohol just made it more enduring.

Pulling down the black dress you wore, and clutching your purse you made your way to where they sold your temporary happiness.

"Hey how you doing, just one thanks" you nodded at the bartender.

You could say you were rather known here as you had been coming here multiple times a week, so your usual was already known by now.

You put your purse on the countertop, and took a seat in the corner. There was also another person here, you didn't realise and thought you might be an irritating presence being so close. You got up to leave when the man spoke.

"You can stay here, don't worry I don't bite" He chuckled wholeheartedly.

You slowly sank back onto the seat, "Sorry I just thought maybe you wanted to sit in this area alone"

"Oh no you're mistaken" Smiling, he sipped his drink eloquently.

"I see.." You took another proper look at him. He was older. Much older than you, maybe in his late 30s? His blonde hair was parted in the middle, and you could see his eyes. They were blue. A very mesmerising blue that you so happened to find attractive, which made you shake your head slightly.

"Checking me out?" Your face shot back up to his eyes, and your face turned hot and your mouth turning dry. "No I um-"

"Here's your drink missus" the bartender ambled over to your side, and slid the drink to you.

"Ah, thank you so much"

He nodded, walking back to the serving area.

You looked away from the man that was sat next to you, and raised your glass to your lips.

Fuck. We're you that obvious? you didn't think he was watching you ogle him.

You turned back to face him, and saw that he was staring at you already. His gaze lowering to your youthful appearance. You looked young, reminding him of his own self back when he was in his 20s.

Licking your lips out of nervousness, you opened your mouth.

"Well I just wanted to mention that.. well your quiet handsome aren't you?" Ah shit. Well now he knew what you thought of him.

He was surprised at your boldness, his eyebrows etching upwards.

"Well I'm honoured you think that" a deep rumble of laughter erupted from his chest.

His voice. It made your stomach turn, you felt aroused by him and his presence. it almost disgusted you, that you thought about this about a mere stranger but you couldn't help yourself.

You silently stared at him, your mouth agape somewhat like a fish. Redness seeped colour into your cheeks, and you exhaled slightly.

"I'm sorry about that I'm not sure what came over me" you apologised.

"There's really nothing to be sorry about sweetheart, if it makes you feel better i think you're stunning, don't see a lot of gems like you nowadays"

The butterflies in your stomach swished around, and you could feel your panties getting wet with your arousal.

You didn't know how long it would take before you crumbled, and succumbed to your lust.

-

Your back slammed into the plush backseat of this mans car. You'd exchanged names back in the bar, his name was Leon. When you said it aloud, the name practically rolled of your tongue with ease. Guess you were practicing for this moment.

Your dress hitched upwards and your cleavage showed more visible then before. Lying on your back you looked up at the man. You wanted this, you wanted it so badly, wanted him to fuck you. You could tell he wanted the same, his blue eyes becoming the colour of a dark abyss. Him wanting to destroy you plaguing your mind.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss, he was eating you up slowly. The man knew how to kiss, and you let out a little moan that riled him up even more. His stubble was prickling you, as he kissed you even more deeply. He moved back and looked at you. Your lips were wet with saliva, swollen and pink begging for more.

"May I?" He indicated towards the little dress that was barely covering you now. You nodded slowly, and he pulled down the thin straps of your dress, he smirked when he saw your black lacy bra the cute little bow nestled in the middle. Leon tugged at it teasingly before swiftly unclasping it by pulling you upwards slowly. You gasped when the cold air hit your now hardened nipples. Leon groped your tits, massaging them with his large hands. Letting go of one, his hot mouth hovered of one of your nipples. He dived for it, taking the gentle bud into his mouth and lightly sucking. The electrifying pleasure coursed through your body, and you gripped onto the nape of his neck your hands beginning to course through his soft blonde locks.

"Fuck, touch me here leon" you patted your thigh and he understood. Finishing up on your nipples, he pulled up your dress seeing the matching lace panties you had on.

"God damn, your cute" he groaned, his hard on becoming visible through his jeans. That made you clench your thighs together, trying to keep the wetness together. He slowly pulled your legs back apart, he was slow with his movements pulling your panties to one side. His index finger stroked your pussy from your clit to your entrance. You shivered from the sensitivity.

"Shit, your so fucking wet. This all for me hm?" Leon teased.

"Yes! mmh.. leon, all for you I need you to touch me there please" your begging increased, your hair messily covered half your face.

Leon pulled your hair back, "Of course darling, I'll make you a happy girl don't you worry your pretty little head"

gathering your wetness, leon inserted his first finger into your cunt moving it slowly, trying to find the spots that had you seeing stars. the stimulation felt amazing but it wasn't enough.

you grabbed the sleeve of his arm that was still massaging your chest.

"i need.. more" exclaiming you stared at him, looking at his dazzling blues.

"my little angel isn't so patient now is she? but i'm feeling generous.."

leon inserted his second finger into your cunt, causing you to let out a breathy gasp which turned into a moan. His double fingers moving inside you expertly hitting all the right spots that would have you cumming in moments if he continued like this.

"shh angel, your so loud the whole streets gonna hear you" he shoved your panties into your own mouth muffling your little whines and mewls. without warning you squirted so hard you were blinded by a hot white light, your legs thrashed and twitched from the aftermath of the orgasm. you breathed deeply, a sheen of sweat covering your forehead and chest. no one had ever made you cum that hard before, let alone squirt.

"holy shit angel, your a squirter hm? that's hot"

you pulled your panties out of your mouth, tossing them to the side. "I've actually never done that before, i guess i just never chose the right guy to please me, now leon let me help you with that problem you have" you indicated to his errection which was probably painfully hard right now. you didn't want him to wait any longer as you crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs.

you rubbed him through his jeans, and he groaned "sweetheart don't you dare tease me" you glanced up at him innocently. "i'm not sure what you mean" you teased, blinking through your lashes. unzipping his jeans and letting them hang around his mid thighs, you could see his precum that had left a big stain on his boxers. you pulled the front of his boxers down, and let his cock spring free. he was delightfully larger than you had interpreted, which took you aback but you took him in your hands anyways. you started to stroke from the base of his cock to the very tip using his precum as a lube, slower then faster. you stopped and spat on your hands before going back to business, using your spit to coat his cock fully.

"ah faster, angel" leon demanded. before doing anything else you shoved your own panties back into his mouth. "your gonna alert the whole street baby" you said winking.

you went faster and knowing he was about to cum, you put the tip of his cock into your warm wet mouth and started to suck him hard. this caused him to cum right into your wet cavern.

he pulled your panties out of his mouth, "swallow it now."

you complied and swallowed all of it, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

this broke leon, he'd have enough of your teasing. "when i saw you for the first time, i had no idea you were this much of a whore, how many men have seen you like this hm?" diving for your neck, leon took the supple skin into his mouth and started to suck and bite you in your most sensitive spots.

"ah not many have, shit." You clicked your tongue when leon started blossoming new love marks on your lower chest. Bite, then suck, the stinging sensation hurt a little but he made sure to sooth it with his rough tongue which made it comforting.

he proceeded to get of your chest to admire his handiwork of purple and red marks that were scattered all over your neck and chest.

"gonna fuck you now" mumbling to himself, he held his cock in his hand. stroking it slightly and prodding the tip at your needy entrance.

"leon please fuck me, i need you inside me so bad" you begged him, being drunk over the fact you wanted to fuck this older man so god damn badly, you were getting light headed just thinking about it.

"this pussy is all mine, you hear me?"

"yeh ah its all yours" you peered down to see leon poking your entrance almost penetrating the tip fully inside. then without warning he slowly and completely disappeared inside you, bottoming out completely he started to thrust mid pace.

your muffled cries and moans were hidden by you digging your face into his neck, your tears beginning to soak your now ruined makeup and wetting leon's neck.

"faster faster. fuck me faster leon" you whined incoherently.

leon was a private man, and when it came to sex he'd like it to be somewhere private. but because he was so entranced by you he couldn't help himself and just had to have you his way in the back of his car. at this point, leon was so pussy drunk he didn't mind anyone in the area hearing you two getting at it like a bunch of sex addicts, that couldn't possibly wait till you got through the front door.

he thrusted more rapid, groaning into your ear that had you clenching your pussy around his cock.

"fuck baby, squeezing me s'hard, gonna cum at this rate"

he started to pound the shit out of you, closing in for a sincere but hasty kiss that had you trembling. your fingernails dug into his exposed back, leaving little red marks marking him as yours for tonight.

the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against his was heard in the breezy night, making you gasp for more. his strong hold on your hips keeping you in place.

letting out a particularly loud moan, while leon obeyed your body by giving you chaste, hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck, you cummed harder than you'd ever done with anyone else. your love juices quickly mixing with his as he also cummed moments later as he continued to overstimulate fuck you. his warm, thick creamy ropes of cum painting your insides an innocently white colour

"you know how to please ah.. a girl, don't you?" you forced the words out as the overstimulation had gotten to your head.

"it's always ladies first in my eyes, sweetheart."

he pulled out, watching your tight pussy oozing with his cum. with two fingers he swiftly pushed it back in, wanting to claim you as his for tonight. finding your underwear that had been strewn to the side, he snapped it back into place so non of his cum would leak out.

"how was that my darling? i hope i made your night" he winked, continuing to kiss the spots under your eyes where your now dry tears sat.

"that was.. amazing" your heaving breathing being under control now, as you sat up facing leon.

Leon's inner gentleman shone, "i can take you home for round two if you want, baby?"

"I'd fucking love that" you sighed deeply, the car still smelling like sex you leaned forward and left a teasing light kiss to his lips.

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

This rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan. Shan has the rare honor of being the only straight white person to respect my tastes in the last 15 years and successfully convince me to watch two things that I went on to enjoy immensely. She convinced me to try Coffee Prince when I was willing to engage with kdrama and pushed me over the episode 10 slump. She also convinced me to watch the Pornographer series again, which I found essential. I've given her coupons to use to recommend things to me, and she's chosen to make me reengage with Theory of Love.

I didn't walk away from this show feeling great about it or myself in 2019. I identified with Third a lot, and also hated their entire friend group. I also thought Earth and White went to waste in BL again (I watched Water Boyy the series). So we're going into this on shaky ground. I kindly ask that you not argue with me in my notes about why you love this show.

Let's get started.

Right away I am reminded that I am not immune to Gun Atthaphan mooning over classic romance films that his character has protected way too much into.

Khai choosing to not mess around with folks in his faculty is a pretty good boundary for a player.

So, it's not Khai's fault that Third fell in love with him. Still, I understand the stress and angst of crushing on a straight boy who loves you platonically. Coming out is not easy, especially when you're one of the boys.

Okay, Third pouring a bottle of water over his head to be dramatic is too much. He is unwell.

Gun having second billing on this show is homophobic.

Ep 01: Best Friends

I wonder if Gun wants to produce and direct.

That line about having hundreds of girls if not for Khai feels kinda funny. Like are you gay, sir?

Goddamn this GETSUNOVA song still fucking slaps.

I forgot how this seaweed snack kept the lights on through Bad Buddy.

12,000 baht to see Blackpink? Couldn't be me.

I don't feel bad for Third about these tickets. He said no to getting them, so Khai isn't a dick for getting them from a scalper.

This is extremely tacky of Khai to start shit at someone's screening like this.

They curb stomped Khai for that behavior. You love to see an instant comeuppance.

Okay, but sending Third to reject Milk is clearly his specialty.

I wanted to know what they said about the Toy Story trilogy, especially since Khai did a Vulcan salute.

Third has a Winnie the Pooh, Astro Boy, and Chucky doll in his room. I have questions.

Khai ditching Third on a lie isn't cool and also feels unnecessary since he canceled on Third for a girl earlier. Is it because it was Milk?

Okay, but Khai is also right that he didn't tell Third to throw her shit away.

Ah, Two finds him at the end of the episode to try and keep Third invested.

This show is very different for me in 2023, because now that I'm older I'm doing what I can. I'm not trapped in a spiral frustrated and pining after a guy I struggled to get over. My living situation is also different. There's also so much more BL better suited to my tastes. Me reading Gun a certain way doesn't cover for Third the way it did in 2019, so his bisexual angst about the girls he hasn't scored because of Khai doesn't track as sympathetic this time. I'm also struggling to see what holds Third to Khai. He's just like most dudes I know. Sometimes he's a good bro and recognizes your efforts when you do something he asked for, but they never notice what you do that they didn't ask for.

It'll be interesting continuing this watch, because I've never been an OffGun girlie, and now that I've projected my gay angst into other projects I feel less connected to Third. Now I'm just frustrated for him and also a little irritated.

[3nergyspirit]

Nothing, just my take on the Sprunki dev being doxxed situation .

keep reading if you want to see what I got to say more on this

...how can a 10(presumably) year old be able to dox someone, and over a SCRATCH GAME TOO???

are parents not being responsible for their kids now and keeping them off the internet? SCREEN TIME? PARENTAL CONTROLS???

and the game dev is one year older than me. ONE.

and I love (NOT) how twitter doesn't bat an eye when deadass we can tell when someone is impersonating someone, and celebrate the fact a minor was doxxed and shit over a scratch game? that was made for FUN??? shows how much people know and act upon a situation without full understanding .

I can take responsibility of my actions, and I ALSO am able to sniff out lies and trouble when I see it because i'm not dumb to pick one side without hearing both. and I legit am not an adult yet, a YOUNG adult even, and I do not act the way some people do about this situation.

like HELLO? this guy got his entire family doxxed, his face, his voice, his I don't know, LOCATION DOXXED? and some people are not batting an eye at this it's like they're sliding it under the rug like nothing happened to this guy and suddenly it's all sunshine and rainbows because a minor got kicked off the internet because he was UNSAFE . which he WAS.

this is gonna feel like a paragraph but are we being serious right now? a 10 year old, who can DOX? you're shitting me. in this big year of 2024, almost 2025, and a kid who is not even a teenager yet can dox people.

it irritates me so much that people could care less about minors on the internet being and feeling unsafe, but when it comes to them being on "minors DNI" things, it's a problem.

Like yeah it is a problem if they are going on "minors DNI" things don't get me wrong, but then you turn the other way when they're feeling unsafe? and I don't want any asks going, "yeah but blah blah blah" No. I've seen a lot of cases where people do not give less then one fuck about a minor being on the internet and feeling unsafe, it's only some here on this earth who have the balls to come out and point the fingers at the wrong people because they aren't afraid to call them out.

There's so many freaks in this world, the disgusting kind. And we just turn our heads away because we don't want to get involved in drama that isn't ours. This is part of the reasons why victims can't even express themselves because they'll be talked down and be told it's their fault, ESPECIALLY, minors.

Like excuse me but why are we celebrating the fact a 15 year old left the internet and took a break because he was unsafe? On Twitter too. Like no this isn't a reason to celebrate, something we should be celebrating is if this 10 year old gets caught and suffers consequences for their actions.

These kinds of people are like shit under my shoe, it disgusts me how people are today, because you don't get consequences? because you're on the internet? cry me a river and don't come crying to me in my inbox about how i'm this, i'm that, insulting me left to right because you're obviously just pissed that I actually care for people, which is something little people have as of now.

[undercity-princess]

Jinx's Christmas story.

Lux briefly wondered whether she really was in the right place. The address seemed right and she followed the directions meticulously.

Still the shop in front of her seemed to be out of business. She tried her luck anyway and shouldered the heavy door open.

‘Hello? Is anybody in? I have been referred to your services to acquire special items’ she called in the empty, dusty room.

Pink glowing orbs appeared in the darkest corner. Too late she realized that they were eyes.

‘Referred, huh? Whoever referred you must have either a bad humor or a need to see you dead to send you my way’ The voice belonged to a scrawny young woman who stepped into the light now. Her long blue braids swirled  the dust her steps raised.

Lux took a step back ‘E-excuse me?’ Her hand tightened around her staff, so far still hidden under her cloak. She caught herself. The woman could be no older than herself and should be no match to her in corporal strength. She had a small gun strapped to her, but seemed otherwise unarmed. She straightened, now towering over the bluenette, set her politest smile in place and started again ‘I am looking for a magical artifact to direct magic and focus it. I was told you could obtain anything and if not you could build it.’ Her voice was firm but friendly.

‘You really have no idea who I am, do you?’ the other snarled ‘Whatever I don't care about your magical whatever, get the f out of my shop! I’m not some little servant to posh blondie princesses.’ She turned to retreat back to wherever she came from.

‘But I can pay a good amount for your services!’ Lux tried again ‘My travels have been long to find it and I really am desperate by now. The piece is needed direly! Please, if you could find it in you to help…’

‘I will find it in me to shoot you if you don't get out of my hair right now!’ The other all but growled at her.

Lux knew better than to stay and left hurriedly.

Jinx puffed a breath out of her nose, now that the blonde foreigner finally left. Who did she think she was? Coming to her turf, commissioning her like some handyman.

The inventor pulled her backpack from behind the counter and left too, too irritated to keep building fickle igniting mechanisms.

She strode with purpose, hoping to make her way home quick and undisturbed.

Today was not her day. A small girl, maybe 10 or younger and even more scrawny than her approached her, begging for food and spare. She hissed at the child and continued her way home.

Times of day held no real meaning in the ever gloomy chemglow of Zaun so she just decided to go to sleep. She undressed and dropped in her bed.

Jinx awoke to the feeling of being watched. When she opened her eyes, Powder hopped on the bed next to her.

‘Can’t you leave me alone to sleep! I’m so tired of the company in my head!’

At first Powder just looked at her, then she spoke. ‘There will be three more ghosts. But only for tonight. They'll show you how much you shut everyone out and what will happen if you keep going like that. Be prepared’ With the last remark she hopped from the mattress and dissolved into thin air. Jinx groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Whatever.

Sleep reclaimed her quickly

The antsy feeling woke her once more. Again she shot up and with Zapper out. On the foot of her bed stood a woman. She looked oddly familiar, even if Jinx couldn't put her finger on it.

‘Who are you?!’ The gun woman demanded, weapon still raised.

‘I am the ghost of Christmas past’ the woman answered in a warm tone. ‘I am here to remind you’ she stepped closer, moving her hand to touch Jinx.

The bullet fired flew right through her. Jinx laughed grimly ‘Ok, I don't know who you are, but you're in my head, clearly. Make yourself at home, meet the others, but I'll go back to sleep now.’

Just as she wanted to turn, the ghost’s hand met her shoulder. 

A feeling quietly similar to hex acceleration hit her and suddenly she stood in a small, dingy room. She took the scene in. A family of four around a Christmas tree. The father, skinny and dark haired, the mother with her purple braid over her shoulder. And two kids. One with short bright red hair holding a baby with the same shade of blue she had herself.

They came to life like a record that was just set to start.

‘Don't you want to open your presents, Violet?’ The mother asked. 

The redhead shook her head ‘All I wished for I already got! I really really really wanted a sister and finally I have her!’ She held the baby closer to herself ‘You are the bestest present ever, you hear me pow?’

The scene stopped again. Before Jinx could speak, she got pulled away again. Now she was in the basement of the last drop, again it seemed to be Christmas. She remembered. They never had much, but Vander made sure they had a feast and at least one present each. She watched, her heart beating painfully

‘I go first, because I'm the coolest!’ Mylo stated. ‘Next Vi, cause she's our leader, then Clag. Powder can get the leftovers.’

‘No fair!’ Powder cried. Vi picked her up and gave Mylo a light punch on the arm.

‘We’ll wait for Vander and then he will tell who goes first, damn idiot!’

Powder clung to her older sister like a baby monkey.’

She continued to watch them make jokes and enjoy the festive setting. It hurt how much she missed this.

Again she was pulled, this time to a more recent Christmas. It had been last year, up in Silco’s estate on a cliff outside of Piltover. They rarely went there, but Christmas always brought them there. The tree was enormous and the presents underneath were plenty. Slico, his closest, the chembarons and herself were situated around a long table eating like topsiders.

Silco leaned to her ‘You can open up all the presents on the left. When the barons are gone, you can have the rest. Those are not for them to see.’

She smiled up to him ‘left now, right later, got it’ 

‘Good girl, I'm sure you'll have all your wishes fulfilled’ he said.

‘Even the childish ones?’ Jinx wondered.

‘What kind of caregiver would I be if I'd not entertain even those on a day like this?’ He smiled back at her.

Jinx watched her younger self tear through numerous boxes, still blue eyes lit up with glee.

With a blink she was back to her bed, alone. She dropped back and groaned. If Powder was right, she had one ghost down, two more to go. She thought of ways to evade them, considered staying up, but sleep pulled her back under.

At her next waking, she was prepared. She looked at the new ghost plainly ‘And you are?’

‘The ghost of Christmas present’ he said. He wanted to continue, but Jinx interrupted.

‘Whatever, let's just go!’ She had no patience for this.

The pull brought them outside the Kiramman estate. They looked in through the big windows. Based on the people's looks, it could be just now.

Vi was there, holding hands with Caitlyn. Caitlin's father and her mother, who had survived Jinx’s attack on the council by sheer miracle. She sat in her wheelchair laughing, not at all perturbed by Vi’s presence. After all Jinx had done, they still had opened their arms to a trencher, her sister of all, and welcomed her in their family. Vi and Cait excused themselves and stepped on the patio.

‘Please don't get me wrong, Cupcake, it's just… Even after all, I wish I could spend the holidays with her, you know? I already missed so much time and now…’ Vi swallowed and looked up at her taller partner.

‘I can't say I know how you feel… But I think I understand. Christmas is a family holiday and she is  your family.’ Cait said. ‘If we just manage to bring her in and get her help, maybe you get to have another chance to see her on holidays‘

‘Think your parents would let me?’

‘They wouldn't be thrilled, but they both know that she needs help and could get better…’

The pull brought her elsewhere. She stood outside a small house that looked on the verge of collapsing. This was one of the worst parts of Zaun, near the Glasc factories. The smog was hard to beat, even for Zaunites.

Inside there was a family of seven. She recognised one of them. It was the girl that had bothered her a few hours ago.

‘Why is it not Christmas now?’ Jinx wondered.

‘Oh, but it is!’ The ghost answered. They are simply too poor to celebrate. Too tired as well, probably. Some of them are working right now, she has 13 siblings. They work in the factories as soon as they walk. They don't know holidays or birthdays. They only know work and sleep.

Pulled again, she stood on the wall above the firelight base. She looked down at the festively decorated tree in the middle, full of colorful baubles and garlands. Down below people were buzzing around. There was food shared with everyone, presents given to friends and family.

She spotted Ekko standing alone at the mural of the lost. He lifted his cup in salute to the painted on faces and drank up. 

His voice somehow carried up to them ‘Man, I miss you… All of you…”

The latest pull brought her to the entresol. There they looked into an apartment. It belonged to the blonde woman from earlier.

She had no Christmas tree, there was only a potted plant with one lonely bauble on it. It wasn't even hanging, it was just wedged in between the leaves. The woman sat slumped at a table scattered with books and papers. She looked tired and weary.

‘Why is she all alone?’ Jinx asked the ghost. He seemed to know everything.

‘Her family is in her home country. She can't return because she is a mage and they hunt them down there. Now she needs a device to help her channel her magic because she never learned how to. She wants to do good but is lost in her search. Her hopes were really high, given that she going a place where arcane magic is harnessed and used on the daily’

Jinx chewed on her lip, regretting her harsh behavior.

She was back in her bed. Two down, one to go. This time she didn't fight sleep.

The third ghost didn't speak to her at all. 

The pull brought her to the ruins of a house. She looked around, trying to map out the former layout and make sense of the surroundings. 

It hit her like a brick. This once was the Kiramman estate. 

Jinx heard weeping from behind crumbling remains of a wall and followed the noise.

There on the floor a woman knelt. She looked like Caitlyn, but some years older. She wept and wailed as she held older Vi’s lifeless body. 

Tears sprung into Jinx’s eyes. She nearly missed another body, just as lifeless.

It was her own. 

The scene made grueling sense now. It looked like she had blewn the house up with Vi and herself in.

‘That can't be right!’ She yelled at the ghost. ‘I’d never hurt Vi! You're a liar, you're trying to trick me! You…’ 

A booming voice, coming from everywhere at once, silenced her.

‘THIS IS WHAT SHALL BECOME OF YOU IF YOU DON'T STEER FROM THIS PATH THIS INSTANT!’

Jinx woke in a cold sweat. She couldn't remember how she got back, but it had shaken her to her core.Getting up and ready happened in record time. 

She grabbed two experimental contraptions and exited her house excitedly.

As hoped, the little girl from yesterday was begging again, in the same place. Jinx approached her and gave one of her contraptions to her.

‘Wait here. When the red light flashes, press the button. You get me?’

The girl nodded confused. When Jinx left she looked after her, too tired to make sense of her. She hopped on the pedestal of the Vander-monument and waited for the light, hoping she wouldn't fall asleep.

The loose cannon was off to Piltover. There she found one of the posh castle-like houses, looking for the biggest dinner table. When deemed found, she broke in and set up her machine. She pushed the button and waited for the little girl to open the portal. When hex blue sparked, she lifted the table On each side to put a small wheeled board under each leg. The moment the portal was ready, she pushed and let the whole feast roll through, right into Zaun. This would feed a lot of people including the girl. Jinx just hoped she had deep pockets to take some home.

Barely waiting for the portal to close the bluenette made a sprint for the entresol, banging on the door of a certain blonde. 

When Lux answered, Jinx told her to come to the shop later to measure her magic so she could build a focal device. And if Lux wasn't already perplexed by then, Jinx's request for pen and paper might have done it.

She used the utensils to write a letter to Vi, inviting her to talk. Not to her place, yet, but a shared secret spot of old days.

She sneaked into Vi and Cait's shared room and left the letter visible on a vanity.

When she made it back to Zaun, people were celebrating around Vander's monument, feasting, singing, laughing. There were children who had a full belly for the first time in their lives.

The inventor retrieved her device from the little girl who was happily shoving mashed potatoes in her face.

Jinx helped herself to a handful of grapes and left, silently slinking home.

She did not believe in gods or divine guidance, but she hoped that she'd find something or someone to help her stay on a path away from the future looming over her.

[thelaundrybitch]

Forbidden Love

Have you ever taken a nap and woken up in a mood? Because of a DREAM?!

Yea. That was me today. So y'all get to experience my mood with me, courtesy of a Dreamland Series story.

In today's adventure, I'm dragging our purple-clad heartthrob into my current hot mess.

Please enjoy. 😘💜

Warning: mentions anxiety, descriptions of deep heartache

Rating: angst

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Forbidden Love

What now? 

You pick up your phone to find a text from Leo asking if you'll join them for pizza and a movie later tonight.

You sigh, and even though you're slightly irritated with him, you text your best friend back to tell him you'll see them around 10 pm. You know this is his way of smoothing things over between you two. 

You decide to make cookies and shower before you go. You know a little baking will put you in a better mood, and you know how much Donnie loves your chocolate chip cookies.

You've had a crush on the genius since about six months after meeting him. More like *caught him* in the quantum computer lab at work. He was trying to take notes on how to build one for himself.

"Did you come through a portal? Or are you the new tech support guy?" You sass, making him jump damn near out of his skin.

"OH! Oh no... I'm... I'm sorry. I thought everyone was gone for the evening…" he starts.

"No worries," you tell him with a smirk and a wink, "as long as you aren't stealing anything - including company secrets - then feel free to continue. I only came back because I left my flash drive plugged into my computer. Don't need that getting into the wrong hands," you tease with a smile.

He smiles at you, grateful for your easy-going reaction to him being in the computer lab. But mostly for your reaction to him.

"What are you doing, anyway?" you ask, walking over to the beautiful green being taking notes. "Can I help you with anything?" You ask, suddenly hopeful he'll say yes as you smile up at his surprisingly attractive features.

"Actually..."

You ended up talking him through how the computer was built through hundreds of encrypted emails - since you were actually tech support for the quantum computers in the building.

In between emails he had come to visit you in the lab after hours so you could show him how to write some lines of coding to make the software run and connect with the government satellites so he could get the updates when necessary. 

He was so grateful for all your help, he invited you down to meet the rest of his family - which is when you met Leo. 

Instant connection. 

But not like that.

More like a long-lost best friend type of connection. 

And the rest was history. For the next seven years, you found yourself at the lair more than at your apartment. They had not only become your closest friends but more so your family. Leo, taking the lead role as your BFF. 

And Donnie absolutely loved that you had become an integral part of their secret life. He just wished his older brother would let you spend more time with him, though. 

You know, alone.

Leo knew about Donnie's ever-growing feelings for you and forbade him to act on them. Leo was petrified that he'd lose his best friend if things went awry. And Leo needed your friendship. You were his listening ear, his safe space. And he'd be damned if his brother's silly little crush was gonna ruin that.

And because Leo never asked for anything, Donnie complied and held all those feelings in, trying to stuff them away. Hiding the hurt he felt from the heartbreak as he silently suffered. He did it for years. Seven, to be exact.

Much to Leo's dismay, however, the second the two of you were within close enough proximity, the tension and attraction were unimaginably irresistible. There was nothing that could stop you two. Smiles, laughter, and flirting were the only things on the agenda.

And as for you? There was always a constant pull you felt in your chest. No matter how hard you tried to stay away, you found yourself gravitating to wherever he was. It was almost impossible to ignore. You needed to be around him. You always wanted to see Donatello. To go to him. To be with him.

By the time you finished reminiscing, you had made your sweet snack, showered, and gotten ready to go to the lair. 

It was only 2 pm.

*Sigh*

Donnie's voice crept its way into your thoughts from a conversation you had a couple of weeks ago...

"You know, you don't have to go directly to Leo's room every time you come over. You can make the conscious decision to come and see me in the lab," he said softly, staring down at you as he ghosted his knuckles down the side of your face.

But you knew you shouldn't. Your silly crush had blossomed into full-blown loving feelings for the purple-banded terrapin. And you knew that Leo would feel betrayed if anything were to ever transpire between you and Donnie. 

It was the unspoken BFF rule - never start a romantic relationship with your BFF's siblings.

So, you hung out at your apartment for another thirty minutes before you decided to head down anyway.

Once you get to the lair, you stand in the common room, looking at your box of homemade cookies.

You feel the pull in your heart. 

You want to see him. 

So, you make the conscious decision to go see Don.

As you walk toward the lab, you notice that your heart hurts. Your chest is squeezing. It feels like anxiety and detrimental heartache. A brokenness that is irreparable.

You push open the doors to his lab, but he's not at his workstation. 

You hear sniffling.

Quietly, you walk around the corner and find Donnie sitting on his couch, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees. The palms of his hands are on his temples as his body trembles with each sob that leaves him.

You place the box of cookies down on the security station desk and pick up the pace to get to him as quickly as you can. Your hand goes over your heart as the squeezing in your chest has reached its peak of becoming overwhelmingly debilitating.

"Don," you barely get his name out as you stop to hold onto the lab table for support.

He looks up from his hands and stands. His eyes are red from crying and his lips slightly swollen. He tries to wipe away the waterfall that's overflowing from his eyes.

He sees you holding your chest and runs to you, grabbing you in a firm embrace, so you don't fall.

You take a few deep breaths as you look up into his honied eyes, still full of tears.

"You're crying," you whisper, reaching up and using the heel of your hand to wipe his pain and sadness away.

"Why are you here?" He whispers.

"I don't know," you whisper back.

He smirks down at you as he squeezes you, "You made a conscious decision to come and see me," he points out.

You smile and look down, "yeah." You turn your attention back to those big beautiful eyes of his, "what happened, Don? Why are you crying?" You ask as you feel your chest tighten in pain again.

You look forward to his plastron and take a sharp breath in from the discomfort. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice laced with concern as he nudges your forehead with his snout.

"I asked you first," you tell him, looking back up.

His eyes search your face as he thinks about what he's about to say. You reach both arms up, one hand going around his neck, the other wiping another tear that's escaped his eyes.

He lifts you up and sets you on the lab table, so the two of you are almost eye level, putting his hips between your spread thighs and pulling himself in as close as possible for a hug. Your arms are still around his neck as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, taking a few deep breaths in.

This is the first time you two have been this close, and it's scary to think about how natural it feels to be wrapped up in his strong arms. 

You feel the pain in your chest subside, tightening your embrace around him. "Donnie?"

Your chest reverberates as he chuckles, tickling your belly as a carnival ride would.

You hear him swallowing hard as he gives you another squeeze.

"I can't believe you're here right now," he tells you.

"Sorry," you apologize, not really knowing what to say to him, "I know it's not a normal time for me to show up."

"I missed you," he whispers.

"Don, I saw you like eight hours ago!" You say, slightly taken back by his confession.

"Six and a half, actually," he corrects you.

"Alright, smart guy," you say, nudging the side of his face with your own. "Are you gonna share why Niagara Falls has replaced the usual, irresistible, flirtatious charm you normally exude?"

"Irresistible?" He whispers, nuzzling his snout into your neck as you feel his lips ghost over the sensitive skin.

"Don't even start, Donatello," you reprimand as he tries to change the subject, letting out a small whimper when you feel a sharp, piercing sensation in your heart again.

Donnie pulls back and looks down at you. "Tell me what that was. Right now," he demands, eyes glaring with apprehension.

"I don't know," you tell him, one hand going to your chest, "it feels like someone has my heart in a vice. It's like I have this feeling of drowning, emotionally," you tell him.

He searches your face for a moment before making his decision and asks, "Can I try to fix it?" One of his hands coming up to cup your face, and stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

"How." You state, feeling heat flood your face.

"I… I have a theory. And I'd like to test it. But I…" he takes a breath, taking a quick glimpse at your mouth as you lick your lips, "I need you to trust me," he finishes with a whisper.

"Donnie, what are you gonna do?" You ask in a hushed, trembling voice.

His eyes watch while his thumb traces your bottom lip, wetting his own lips and letting out a shaky breath. You hold your own breath in anticipation, realizing what he's about to do.

"If I'm wrong, then I'll let you punch me in the mouth," he answers you with a smirk.

"And if you're right?" You ask, afraid of his response.

"Then respond. And we'll both feel better," he says, closing in on your lips with his own, butterflies flooding your body as your eyes flutter closed.

His lips are soft. Firm. Full of passion and honesty. He pulls back just enough to break the kiss, only to do it again. And again. He pulls your bottom lip in between his, and you let out a small moan as his hand finds its way to the back of your head. He holds you steady as his lips caress yours, leading up to a series of small chaste kisses.

He's right. The pain is gone.

And your heart is singing.

Your body moves on its own accord, hands gripping the sides of his plastron where it meets his skin, as you pull him a little closer. Your lips move against his, hungry for the magic he's spreading throughout your entire body.

He stops, needing confirmation to continue, "Ok?" He whispers against your mouth, and you can only moan in response as you lift your lips to meet his again.

You can feel his confidence soar as the intensity of the kiss changes - full of relief and need. 

He nibbles and sucks at the corner of your lower lip, teasing and promising pleasure and emotional connection - through just a kiss.

"Donnie," you breathe out between intoxicating kisses.

"Donatello," he pants, "use my full name," he pleads, continuing relentlessly as he trails lusty, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

"Mmm... Donatello," you whimper, your stomach doing backflips when his lips leave your collar bone and land on your open pout, pulling a gasp from your throat. 

His tongue is like silk as it glides past your lips to taste the inside of your mouth. He massages and flits it around, coaxing yours in a dance, moaning when you use some suction as you pull away from him to breathe.

You rest your forehead on his plastron as you catch your breath.

"You ok?" He asks in a quiet voice.

"No," you say with a sigh.

"I'll tell Leo it was my fault," he says, sounding sad, your hand going to cover your heart as the hurt consumes you again.

"What is this?" You whisper, looking up at him, your hand patting your chest where your heart resides.

"Uncontrollable," he answers. 

You look at him in confusion.

"I love you," he whispers, "and if you're feeling everything I do, then we're connected on some level. I'm sorry," he says quietly, sadness flooding his attractive features.

"What now?" You ask.

"You need to decide what you want," he answers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"What about you?" You whisper.

"I'll always be here for you. I'm always going to love you no matter what happens," he says quietly.

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"The feelings. How long?" You ask quietly.

"Since the room with the quantum computer in it."

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Heya Sam! Fandom and databases - I must preface, this may be dispiriting for writers struggling for visibility. Showing hits on AO3 does stress me out (they can be turned invisible, fyi). However! Spotted an outlier with a whopping 17% kudos / hit rate. At 'only' 144 hits. Whoa?! Yuletide exchanges typically 6 to 10%. If any nerds want to automate this? Easier to identify This Story Is Beloved, Actually; and on other end, This Hidden Gem Needs a Better Header, Series, Collection.

Yeah, it's nice AO3 is so flexible that you can really turn any given stat invisible if you can skin it right. I know people who get really unsettled by kudos, too.

I think this debate will probably go on forever (in part because while we have "data", what we do not have is "good verified data"): whether hits, kudos, hit-kudo ratio, comments, or some other form of stat are good indicators of a fic's quality, and what the "proper" sorting method is.

Not everyone who loves a fic leaves kudos or comments, and not every hit is a valid one, and I think the margins on those are significant enough to spoil the data. A lot of times hits are "returns" from people who've read the fic before. Fics that are older than Ao3 but now being archived there won't have many stats regardless of quality (I run into this a bunch with some of my fics -- "Why doesn't this have more kudos if it's ten years old?" Well, it's only been on the site for ten months) and may show up either very recently or far in the past depending on how the author chose to date it.

So I find kudos and comment counts kind of irrelevant in terms of finding good fic, and hit count is mainly good for indicating "Whether or not this fic is GOOD, it is likely to be popular." I think with the kudo-hit ratio you still run into significant data problems because you can only kudo once but you can hit a million times. And a lot of people don't kudo.

I rarely sort by any of the above, tbh. I'm very picky about what data I see (I want to see as much as possible and triage it myself) which makes me really good at my job and means I tend to see things other people don't, but also takes more effort and time. Like, I can't deal with the idea of asking for information from Alexa or Echo or whatever they're calling them now; you're just telling the program to google the question and pick an answer and then not give you the source of that answer. No thank you.

Generally when I'm looking for fanfic in a new fandom, I just sort by date and go through them for stuff that looks interesting. You can tell enough by tags and summaries to know what to skip, and while you hit a lot of duds the back-button isn't hard to find and sometimes you find a gem. When I find someone I like, I read through their back-catalogue and/or subscribe. If I'm looking for new fanfic in a fandom I'm already familiar with, I find the "updating bumps the story to the top" function somewhat irritating, so I just turn the tag I'm interested in into an RSS feed, which means every new fanfic gets fed to a reader I can access when I have time. If it's a WIP that looks interesting, I subscribe to keep up to date on it.

This is also a great indicator of when a ship or character tag is full of either garbage or stuff you don't personally want to read, because in a given day you can review 10-50 fanfics and see trends. There are ships I've followed in the past where I came to the eventual understanding that the writers for that ship just...weren't very good on the whole. And while I love me some Steve/Tony and thought we had some really great writers, eventually it became about 80% divorce fics after Civil War, and I don't follow a ship in order to see the people in it divorcing each other. Even before that the proportion of Steve/Tony-as-Peter's-dads, which is fine conceptually or whatever but which I personally dislike tremendously, was pushing me away from it. (It may be totally different now, I left the tag like....three, four years ago.)

So I mean, one could pretty easily create some kind of widget that would produce automated kudo-hit ratios for the fics in a given tag, but I wouldn't care to use it. I'd rather just throw everything in a bucket and go through it myself. But for people who don't have the time, energy, or desire for that, at least AO3 gives them a lot of options to suit their preferences!

[mosesmultifandommadness]

(glamrock freddy x server/waiter/waitress reader) (platonic)

(warnings: high-stress environment but it cools down)

you knew how to program servers. it was pretty easy, and it helped that it didn't even require making them too polite. just take people's orders, make some pizza, and bring out their food. not hard. not hard, until a small child tripped the wheeled prototype that was on its first day - bless its little heart, it tried - and spilled a tray of 6 drinks on the other two server-bots who were trying to clean ketchup off of a terribly messy table. they all felt really bad about it, but there wasn't much they could do to get back out there. you couldn't fix them because you had to put on the apron and get your butt out there to serve customers.

"excuse me, refill please?" an older man asked politely. you had four trays of dirty dishes stacked precariously.

"yes, of course, let me just run these back real quick." you nod quickly. he seemed irritated with how busy it is. a child to your left started scream-crying and you felt something snap a little bit in your mind. you passed your threshold of stress. after setting the dish trays down back by the dish-bots, you just stood there - the feeling of crying coming over you, but tears not able to come. you knew you had to get out there, but your feet wouldn't move. you felt shakey, which you thought was nerves - it was actually glamrock freddy's heavy footsteps, analyzing the sales for that time and knowing you may need a hand.

"superstar...?"

you turned to him, feeling embarrassed and weak.

"hi freddy... i could use some help, if you're available."

he stepped forward and held out his arms. "can i give you a hug first? you're hurting, i can tell." you nodded and let yourself be fully embraced by the friendly bear. it lasted around 10 seconds but just about fully healed the 3 hours you've spent scrambling around the restaurant.

"now, how can i help?" he beamed down at you, one hand on his hip. you thought for a moment, and went to put on the dirty apron you've been using when you needed to be in the kitchen.

"i can cook and bring the dishes back, and you can bring the food out to the tables?" it would, admittedly, be putting a bit more work on freddy, but you needed a break, and he was offering to help. he has the server programming already in him, so it would be very easy.

four hours of serving and cooking later, the restaurant finally closed at nine, leaving some time to clean up and close up shop before the pizza plex closed down. freddy had been a huge help, although he needed to charge on the hour.

you were filling the last napkin dispenser, when you heard freddy's footsteps heading your way. you looked up to a somewhat antsy looking freddy.

"(y/n), i know you leave at 10, but i was wondering if you'd like to spend some time together after your shift?" he was usually so confident, but he seemed so much like a nervous teen, so... human.

"i'm sorry freddy, but i have to get home... it's pretty late, and i feel really sore. but... how about i come in tomorrow for your Saturday night showing?" at first he seemed bummed out, but the thought of you seeing him perform made him feel much better.

"that's alright, superstar! i'll see you then." you nodded, and he mirrored your behavior. "goodnight!" he rushed off after that. once you knew he was out of earshot, you chuckled quietly. he's so sweet sometimes, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy to think that he could care so much.

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"Haa, Papa is now always with Sylvia. He doesn't go horseback riding with me anymore."

Hearing Aida grumble made you laugh while also making you grateful that fucking Gwen didn't fetch her like he always does.

As of now, you three are on your way to the library, as Aisha wanted to show you a book that interested her and wanted for you to read it as well or perhaps hear some opinion of it.

"No wonder you were so willing to come here and read books with me and Lady Y/N." Aisha chuckled and was now asking you what book you wanted to read first.

To which you simply replied "Hm... I don't know; you pick." Aisha was about to decline and suggest how you should pick it: on your own, as it will be more interesting that way. just like how she keeps discovering other books.

Only to get cut off by Aida's exclaiming her emotions, "I don't want to read books! It's just an older sister and a friend wanting to spend time with her younger sister and best friend. Isn't that right Y/N" Aida said, glancing at you, who was then waiting for your reply.

Smiling at her, you then said, "That's correct, but if you want to ride a horse, I can ride it with you."

"Oh! Now that you mention it, I remembered how you fly with one."

"I think you meant how majestic Lady Y/N is when riding one." When Aisha heard what she said, she quickly coughed, covering her embarrassed face, but in return, she got a 'thank you' from you.

"It's the same thing," Aida laughed as her sister exposed herself. Despite the fact that they saw you as one of them, they still admired you.

With the way you care for them, support them in whatever they do, and, more importantly, with your appearance. Who wouldn't admire that beauty?

It's like puppy love; there's nothing wrong with that.

"..Anyway, I just hope you don't find it boring here, Sister," Aisha said, glaring at Aida, who keeps teasing her.

You also laughed, but deep down you wanted to excuse yourself so you could use this time to find the book, and some parts of you are still irritated that some event like this happens on the day of your upcoming escape.

Instead of learning the book on how to finally escape this madness story, only to be standing here, greeting Sein.

"Hello, Ladies."

"Eh~ Sein, what are you doing here?" Aida said, jogging toward him.

"I borrowed a book from here the other day. I'm here to return it." He simply said.

Even though you know what his true intention is, you still can't help but think of the book he said he simply wanted to return.

As they're busy talking to one another, here you are with your mind circling with questions and cautions toward him to the point that your mind wondered of at the last event,

'Is it the book that he's holding when speaking to Aisha at that time? But didn't he return it when he rode the horse?'

'Did he find that book and simply return it?' You wanted to laugh at what you thought in the last part; knowing him, he would read it right away. Thus, because of this, the question is now piling up.

But if he did return it, the only question is:

'where did he put it?'

Though you could ask him which book he's returning, but the way he keeps glancing back at you, waiting for you to say anything, you can't help but scoff at this.

'He found it, didn't he?'

You only snapped out of it when Aisha began whispering beside you. "Lady Y/N? Are you okay?" Now that you glanced at her, she wore a worried expression.

"Ah, yes... I think I just need some fresh air. Don't mind me, continue what you're discussing" and before the three could question you, you quickly sprint away from the library, leaving a worried, interested expression behind.

"Is everything fine with Lady Y/N?" Sein is the first to break the silence.

"I hope so; she's been like this since yesterday..." Aida then sighs, worried in her tone, "Poor Y/N, I would be too if it was me."

"Why? Did something happen?" Sein asks, glancing at the door where you took off.

"We don't know if it's true...But, we heard Madam Sylvia and Lady Lisa talking about marriage and the possibility that it could be Lady Y/N's future spouse," Aisha said, irritation visible in her tone. Because of that, her friend has been acting this way, and she hates it.

Aida nodded. "...Though I hate the fact that Y/N would marry someone one day and leave us, but... if she's going to marry one of you three," Aida then realizes something. "Then! I think I would be fine with that! Because she will be our sister-in-law, right, Aisha?"

Aisha can't help but exhale, and though her sister wasn't wrong, she wanted to tell Aida that they're still testing Sylvia, which does not yet determine if Sylvia and the sons will stay forever. But as Aida said, it's like they're picturing that they finally accept the family.

"That is, dear sister, "if" Madam Sylvia passed our test. Remember?"

"Oh, right. Hehe~ hmm, I plan to play with Y/N but right now she needs some alone time, why don't we three play it instead? And if you don't like the game, we can play something else~"

"I apologize, Miss Aida; I have to go learn piano. I'll be taking my leave first." Sein bowed, excusing himself.

"Alright, see you, Sein. / see you." Aida and Aisha said at the same time bidding Sein away.

"See you, ladies."

With that, Sein made his way out, leaving the twins to do what they came for in the first place. Aida, who was watching Sein the whole time, only broke her gaze to move toward her sister, who was taking out some books to give them to Lady Y/N.

As she didn't get the chance to pick one, and because of this... Aisha remembered how Lady Y/N told her to pick it up for her.

"Aisha, Sein is so pretty~ I've never thought of a man being that pretty!"

"You saw Lady Y/N brothers right, aren't they pretty too?"

"Your right~ but I think Sein is much prettier."

"Hmm, if you're using the word "prettier" to describe him... then who do you think is beautiful? You or him?"

"Uh... I think I'm prettier, but—if the word is beautiful. Y/N would get that."

"Your not wrong, Lady Y/N is indeed like Lady Lisa's rumor is."

"Rumor? And that is?"

"That Lady Lisa is a descendant of the goddess Aphrodite, and how it will pass the title to Lady Y/N, but I think they're being childish," Aisha said picking out another book from the shelves.

"Hehe~ why?"

"Let's face it, Aphrodite is indeed beautiful, but Lady Y/N is not witty, self-absorbed, cunning, or jealous of those who are more beautiful than her."

"Your right! Y/N doesn't have that single thing; only beauty, kindness, and bravery!"

Aisha chuckled as she remembered how you looked like you were flying when you rode the horse, and with that speed, it could send someone literally flying, but you held it in one place.

Not only did it impress and scare the twins, but the people who saw it had the same expression. Aisha wondered what the brothers and Madam Sylvia would look like when they saw it.

'I can't wait for that to happen.

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As the twins are still busy talking to one another, and Sein left for his piano lesson. Carlo is doing what he does, and here you are, beside Nemo at the staircase, gazing at the plants and evening sky.

Even though you feel like Sein found them, knowing Sein, a person will get under your skin. He's only acting like that to see some reaction from you, like how Aisha and Aida kept acting toward Madam Sylvia.

Unfortunately for him, you have tough skin that no one else can penetrate. but you.

You did plan to be in the garden looking for the said book, hoping Sein only said those words to get into your skin, but the servant told you that it was still under construction, and with that said, it left you no other choice but to sigh.

You did intend to return to the library. But seeing Nemo all alone, you thought otherwise.

Nemo, who already used to be alone, was surprised when he saw Miss Y/N walking toward him and now sitting near him. He thought it was one of the twins' pranks to get you to sit next to him and made fun of him.

Though you have never done that, Nemo is just being cautious. Reading his body language, you couldn't help but sigh and then chuckle.

"???"

"Don't be afraid; it's just me. No twins or pranks will happen... though I can give you some advice if you want one."

"... It's fine, um... Why are you here? Not that, you're not allowed! ... It's just that this is new for me."

"Oh, do you want me to leave you be?" You only chuckled again once he stopped you from getting up.

"I'm sorry; I was just teasing you. Ehem, so. Why is this new for you?" Even though you already knew the answer, you wanted Nemo to get comfortable with you, and right now, he's almost there.

"...I'd rather not say, sorry."

"Why are you sorry? There is nothing to be sorry for; it's your life. You don't need to apologize."

"I-I thought it was rude not to answer you..."

"Well, it's not; remember this. You don't have to apologize just because you have to... You only apologize if you need to. See the difference?"

As Nemo was now looking at you, confusion was plastered all over his face.

You still continued "In simple terms, it's your right to refuse to answer the question, and don't feel sorry for not answering it; the one who needs to apologize is the person asking the question."

"So, sorry."

"It's fine... and I think I somehow get it? Haha" Hearing Nemo laugh is one trait that indicates that he's starting to feel comfortable around you.

As for Nemo, he was right—this person beside him is different from the people he meets. Not only was she kind and didn't act like she was forced to talk to him, but the way her words comforted him, and he needed that today.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For the words and your presence... I needed it today."

"Hmm," you hum, giggling as Nemo was now hiding once he heard his words, only to relax but with a face still covered with pinkness.

Nemo then cleared his throat, "W-what about you?" Glancing at you, his pink face was replaced by a worried expression as he noticed your sudden silence.

"Can I tell you something?" You continued once Nemo nodded, clearly nervous at what the next word you let out only to sigh in relief as it's nothing too serious but he can't help but tilt his head.

"I don't belong here." As you said these words, you felt like the heavyweight in your chest had been lifted; it relieved you.

"...Of course you're not; you're from the Pellerelis..." You only chuckled at Nemo's remark. Glancing at his confused look, you continued again.

"That is true, but what I'm saying is that I'm not from here, nor am I from the Pellereli's residence... I'm from far, far away, where things that are hard today are easy there."

"...Like, what?"

"Like we don't need to send letters to loved ones and friends and then wait an entire day for them to be returned. Where I'm from, people can easily talk to them only using one item. One item that contains all the books in the library, One item that can know what the history was and an upcoming history."

"...That doesn't sound bad..."

"Right? Haha."

"...Miss Y/N, why are you sharing this with me? Shouldn't you say this to Miss Aisha or Miss Aida?"

Why did you? That was now on your mind. Maybe because you feel some comfort with him? Or that you appear to feel the same way he does right now.

Or maybe something else that you still don't know.

"... I don't know, sorry." You said it in a tone indicating that you were still not sure, with a hint of a frown now visible on your smiling face. And when Nemo returned your words back to you, you couldn't help but crack a genuine smile.

"That's right. Thank you for reminding me."

"I-it's fine. If you need to share more... I'm here to listen" Nemo then stood up, holding his hand in front of you, smiling as he said the next words, "Because I'm good at those."

"I'll take note of that, but you're also good at painting." As you took his hand to stand up, you supported yourself as well as Nemo, who doesn't have that strength.

And as you and Nemo continued talking while going back,

Just behind you two at the door, hiding in a shadow and listening to the whole conversation, they quickly walked away as they didn't want to get caught.

The question now is, "Who are they?" Why are they there? After hearing that, did something change in their perspective toward you?

Who knows? Only time will tell.

╰┈➤ ❝ [✎ To be continued 🕮 ] ❞

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about  7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

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Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

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#5

Just a little something I really wanted to write

🚫 TFATWS SPOILERS 🚫

- in 40s you were experimented with too, just like Steve

- now, more than 80 years later, you're still here

- you and Bucky are together again, just like before the war

- so when he was going to see Sam, you went with him of course

- the idea of new captain America was irritating to you too. But you didn't know the man yet, so you assumed he was good enough for that

- that was before. But now that you've met him, you didn't like him at all

- after bucky was arrested for missing his therapy, you went with sam

- needless to say, you laughed your ass off after the therapy session

- your mood was ruined by that blonde shit that had the shield now

- you were going to stay silent, but he needed to be put on his place

- "hey can I see your helmet please? It looks so cool, y'know?"

- "yeah, sure", the shit was smiling, thinking that you've found him attractive

- you took the helmet and squeezed it with your bare hands without much effort

- "oh, sorry, you need a new one", you dropped it to the ground, "don't act like you can ever replace him"

- the whistle that you heard from Sam when you walked away was awesome

120 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 11:28:59 GMT

#4

Being a wife of Michael Corleone headcanons

- you're the strongest woman he's ever met (after his mother of course)

- he's busy all the time, you got used to it very early in your relationship

- he always makes sure to spend at least one day a week with you. If he can't spend all day, he'll make sure his evening is free for you

- he doesn't like to give you overly expensive gifts, he knows that you'll prefer a little cute note and a flower from your garden to diamond necklace

- but also he knows when exactly he needs to buy you something expensive

- you like to cook dinner for just two of you or your little family. You love his big family, but sometimes the crowd can be too much

- he likes to comb your hair, it soothes him

- also he likes to be around you at all times, especially on business meetings because your presence and your smell calms him down

- you both love each other dearly but don't say it often, you prefer to show your love with your actions, not words

121 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 09:10:08 GMT

#3

“Marry me then. Simple”

Pairing: Michael Corleone x reader

Word count: 741

A/N: I really like this one, kinda proud of it

You've known each other since you were kids - him being older for 2 years. Your dad had some business with Michael’s dad, so you were always hanging out with the boy. You even went to the same school. You were basically inseparable. Carmela was even telling you that you’re like a second daughter to her.

Things changed when you became teenagers. Michael was still a boy, interested in everything army related. You were more mature than him. And another little fact helped to grow up a little. He was your first love. You thought it would be easy: you fell in love with him, he’s gonna fall in love with you. But it's never that easy, right? It was too early for him. You were sure that Michael never even thought about that before.

Now you both are grown-ups, with your own problems and feelings. And now there's always someone more beautiful, someone smarter than you, someone funnier than you. But in your case it's always someone more obedient than you.

Michael thinks that you're the stubbornest person he's ever known. The way your mind works has always been a riddle to him. Of course, he's not blind. He can see the way your e/c eyes shine in the sun. The way your lips curl in that beautiful smile of yours when he's telling a funny story. The way your h/c hair fall on your face when you're blushing after a compliment someone said to you. It's never him who's saying to you how beautiful you are. Every time he wants that person to be him. He wants to see your reaction to HIS compliment. He wants to tell you that you're a real treasure, that there's no other person on this planet like you. He wants to tell you that every day for the rest of his life. But you're just friends, right?

If only you knew what he was thinking while looking at you. And you still loved him. Your mom told you all those years ago that it was just a crush, you were seeing Michael almost every day after all. But you never grew out of it. You still wish you were able to run your fingers through his dark hair. To hold his hand gently in yours. To see his rare smile. To call him yours.

You were sitting at the dinner table with his family. Carmela didn't let you help her (again), so you just sat there silently. Michael was at your side, sitting silently too and listening to his father. Vito looked at you and asked why exactly you're not married. You smiled gently and said, "I'm waiting for the right one. It takes time". After that no one really paid attention to you, so you excused yourself and went to see their garden.

Next thing you knew, Michael was by your side again. You looked at him and settled you gaze at flowers again. “I wonder why everyone just keeps asking me that stupid question”, you sighed and lowered your head. Michael put his hands in pockets and said,” It’s not stupid, you’re 23 already”. You huffed,” And you’re 25. Vito had how many children at that age? Exactly. And I doubt it’s so hard for you to find a woman”. Michael stood right in front of you, “And I doubt it’s so hard for you to find the ‘right one’. You could have anybody”. Shaking your head, you said quietly, “If I could do that, I’d be already married to you”.

When you realized what you just said, it was too late. Michael was standing there opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say. When you tried to apologies for saying this, he shrugged his shoulders and said,” Marry me then”. You stood there dumbfounded and was looking at him like he grew out the second head,” Excuse me. What?” “Marry me then. Simple”. You took a step back and run your fingers through your hair,” It’s not simple. And you look like you’re actually serious about that”. “What if I am?” He took your hand,” What if I am serious? I just can’t imagine anyone else beside me all my life. Just marry me, after your words I know you want it too”. You cleared your throat,” Propose properly and then I’ll think about that. But you already have a very high chances of having a ‘yes’ Corleone”.

131 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 16:07:32 GMT

#2

ok ok ok ok ok - I have so many

a selection of moments that you're playing with dog tags please? you know I have a thing for them lmao

thank you so much queen 🖤

I tried lol hope you like it queen ❤️

- it started when Bucky was comfortable enough with you for him to take off his shirt (I can't really see him with his dog tags above his shirt)

- you were having a movie night at his place. Just a quiet evening for you two, eating take out food and watching some 60s movie (you were helping him to catch up on everything). Your legs were on his lap, he was hugging you with his right arm. You put your hand on his chest and subconsciously started to play with his dog tags. It took him a moment to realise what you were doing, but he kinda liked it, so Bucky didn't comment on that

- next time that happened, you were in your kitchen trying to cook a dinner. Im saying 'trying' because you were just dancing to some old music and laughing together. Now he stood between your legs while you were sitting on a kitchen counter . He was telling you a story, keeping his arms around you. You looked at him, holding his dog tags with your fingers and gently tugging at them

- you liked to play with it after sex. You were laying there on his chest, trying to calm you breathing. He hugged you, you layed your hand on his chest and instantly took the dog tags in your hand. Lately you were having a feeling that it kinda helped you to relax

- he realised that it helped him to relax too. After his nightmares he loved to hold you in his arms while you were kissing his cheeks and gently touching his chest where his heart was. When you started to tug at his dog tags, it helped his to move his focus to you

- you played with it on your wedding day. When most of the guests were gone, you were dancing there in the middle of the ballroom. His shirt was unbuttoned a little and you had the opportunity to touch his chest. You layed your hand on his collarbone first but then grabbed his dog tags and started to fidget with them

- next person who was allowed to do that was your son

148 notes • Posted 2021-04-12 15:33:29 GMT

#1

Marriage with Hannibal Lecter

- you're probably (100%) a very smart person, that's why he married you

- you're trying to keep him on his toes, because you know that if he's bored, you're dead

- not that he doesn't know the way you taste 😏

- anyway, you're always making sure that he's intrigued by you

- I'd like to think that you're probably a psychiatrist and you're working with Chilton

- patients like you more lol

- someone would call you a bad housewife because you don't do anything around the house.' yes, I do the cooking, yes, I do the cleaning' is about Hannibal

- you like to wear his shirts, they're always look good with your favourite pants and that super expensive pair of shoes

- he likes to write you letters and makes sure to surprise you with them

- you know he's a manipulative bastard and you're not allowing him to manipulate you. You know your feelings are real

- you're completely different

- like you probably met Will Graham while wearing a really pretty short dress and a pair of very high-heeled shoes. You love to have fun

- Hannibal trusts you, so he's okay with that

- not a lot of public displays of affection, but he makes sure to keep his hand on you: holding your hand, keeping his hand on your waist or a small of your back

- you probably never saw him doing something silly. So one time when you were cooking together, you threw a small amount of flour into his face. You were afraid for your life for a second but he smiled a real smile and told you that his mother and father used to do that a lot

- you had conversations about having children together, but you're building your career at the moment. Maybe later, he won't pressure you

- you, being a psychiatrist, never saw a couple with a healthier relationship than yours

151 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 17:26:16 GMT

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Chp 10

Characters: Commander Fox/Mouse (reader), Palpatine, Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu.

Word count:4500

Warnings: Sith typical mind fuckery, canon typical violence. Use of the force to injure.

A/N: well here we are ladies and lads, Fox lovers all. The day is upon us. I’m pretty stoked the way this one came out and I hope y’all don’t hate me too much after the fact. As always let me know what you think, ask questions, yell at me. Whatever floats your boat.

Today hadn’t started well and you were already so far past caring it was insane.

You didn’t care you’d woken up on your couch in your clothes from the day before, rumpled and wrinkled beyond salvage, your mascara a messy mask under your eyes.

You didn’t care that you spent the better part of your first hour at the office staring out the transparisteel window into the skylane that ran not far from where you sat, watching transports and speeders for by in a soothing blur.

You didn’t care about the tartness in your voice when the 501st Captain had comm’d stating it was important that he speak with Commander Fox immediately. You’d told him, in no uncertain terms, that what the Commander had on the schedule for today was of the utmost importance and that you would make sure he got the message when he got in.

Maybe you’d been a bitch, latent embarrassment from the peep show you’d unintentionally given the day before still simmering but, really, he hadn’t even offered an apology and the muffled yelling behind closed doors hadn’t done much to place him in your good graces either.

You try not to replay the night before. You’d done that plenty on the ride home. All the same, you let it play through again in your head. Now, you're looking at it in the light of day and with more clarity. The way the anxiety had been almost palpable when you’d first entered the room hadn’t seemed so obvious at the time-

“Ma’am?”

A portly woman is standing a few feet away politely smiling. Your face flushes.

“I’m sorry. Daydreaming.” You explain with a forced smile and a lie “what can I do for you?” A movement behind the woman catches your attention. A tiny green hand clings to the women's slacks as equally green eyes peek around her thick leg.

“I’m Sukin Maly with level 504 children’s home. I was told this was Commander Fox’s office?” She’s pleasant looking as she glances back at the child clinging to her before focusing on you. Lines pull at the corner of her eyes letting you know she was a woman who enjoyed smiling a lot and often.

The child slowly rounds the woman’s thigh and you watch with delight as you recognize the twi’lek girl from the pictures Fox had shown you. Pushing away from your desk you move closer, crouching down and offering your hand. Wide eyes look from your hand to the attendant who gives a small nod. The girl hesitantly takes it and you give it a gentle shake before looking back up to her minder.

“I’m afraid the Commander is out of the office today.” The woman gives an understanding smile as you turn back to the little girl.

“I think I know who you are.” You offer conspiratorially, “are you Me’kar? You made quite the impression on Commander Fox.”

Her little lekku wriggle happily at the sound of her name.

The children’s attendant says something in Ryl you don’t understand. Me’kar’s tiny hands go to the top of each lek and she makes little ears with her fingers.

“Fox” she says clear as day in basic.

You can’t help but laugh and her smile brightens as she repeats the word over and over.

“She’s picking it up quickly”, Sukin explains “but that seems to be her favorite word.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. It’s mine too” you say softly as she bounces in front of the older woman.

”it’s nice to meet you both.” You offer them your given name before addressing the child again, “but you can call me Mouse if you’d like. Everyone around here does.”

This brings a peel of laughter bubbling up in the child as the attendant translates. She holds her hands in front of her like tiny paws and wiggles her little green button of a nose before making a squeaking noise. “Mouse,” she giggles.

You laugh as she pulls a stuffed tooka out of the bag draped across her shoulders.

“Cat. Meow.” She says proudly, holding the raggedy stuffy up. “Fox kiss better.”

You look up to the attendant with a furrowed brow. “She was quite taken that the Commander gave her kitten kisses when it was scared.”

You fight back a laugh at the image. “I wish he was here to see you. He’s going to be disappointed he missed such an important visitor.” The girl's smile fades as Sukin translates but only for a moment before she’s digging back in her bag for a folded piece of flimsy.

“Fox” she says proudly as she unfolds the flimsy, finally holding up an image she’d obviously been very proud of. It’s rough but you can very clearly make out little Me’kar and Fox drawn as brightly colored stick figures. Fox’s helmet is so large that the weight of it looks like it will break his little stick body in half at any moment, maybe it’s the small green hand intertwined with his red one that stops it from happening.

Your ovaries nearly implode. It is the single most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and you willingly take it as she turns to her minder and speaks in rapid Ryl.

“She’d like you to give it to the Commander.”

“Please?”

Saying no was never going to be an option so you nod, thrown off when she attaches herself to your waist and gives you a big hug. You pay the top of her head, “how about this. I give him this” you wriggle the picture, “and we set something up so you and your friends can come a different day when I know the Commander and his friends will be here? You could eat lunch in the big cafeteria and maybe they could give you a tour?”

Me’kar can barely contain herself as the older woman translates. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

She spins and bounces with excitement and Sulin hurries to calm her as you hide a smile behind your hand. You trade comms with the woman and promise to be in touch after you’ve spoken with the Commander and set something up. Me’kar waves manically, turning and pulling every few steps when It’s time to leave.

“Bye Mouse! Bye!”

It’s the first bright spot in your day and you cling to the swelling feeling in your heart as you return to sorting out the mess that was the day to day operations of the Coruscant Guard.

——-

The aide arrives early afternoon. You’d only just finished lunch and are busy packing your bag when you see them coming down the hall. The upturned nose and refined, high-end clothing scream politician from 20 klicks away. They’re feet away from your desk before their eyes even move to you.

“I’m sorry, Commander Fox-“ you begin your usual explanation and are quickly cut off.

“Your presence is requested this afternoon in the office of the Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine.”

The request strikes you as odd immediately both in its formality and, if by the way the aide is staring at you, its presumed immediacy.

You were not an individual that ever had any right being in the same room as someone as powerful as the Supreme Chancellor, not because you were unworthy or less than, but simply because you had nothing to offer in any way you could find necessary.

You inform the aide gently that he is likely in the wrong place, has the wrong person.

He huffs impatiently before speaking your name, “that is your name correct?”.

You nod mutely.

“Than, miss, I believe I am in the right place and the Chancellor is well aware of who you are.”

Something sours in your stomach. You wish Fox or one of the boys were around because something just seems off. “We could do this a different time?” You question hopefully, retrieving your datapad and flipping open the calendar, “I really shouldn’t be leaving halfway through my day.”

“The Commander is with the Chancellor awaiting your arrival.”

Well, you knew that, didn’t you? You were the one who’d been answering comms for Fox all day. So why did it make your stomach flip and lurch? Maybe because you’d expect Fox to contact you with a heads up or, knowing him, send one of the kits to collect you.

“So, like now?” You clarify.

The aide's foot begins an impatient rhythm, toes tapping irritably against the floor, “like, now.” He clarifies pointedly.

You try to ignore his demeanor, he probably wasn’t used to playing go-for and certainly not used to anyone doing anything less than jumping at a chance to meet the Chancellor. Still, you don’t move with any great urgency. Maybe had he been a little nicer or the request not been so abnormal to begin with. You make a point of locking down the datapads and grabbing your coat and bags, ignoring his sigh while he glances at his chrono.

He never introduces himself. Not as you follow a step behind down the halls, not as you climb into the sleek black speeder on the landing platform. Hound And Rule are parking a pair of speeder bikes. You give them a shrug and a nervous smile as their helmets both cock in question. Hound looks like his namesake be it with a more viscous paint job. You’d laugh if you weren’t so kriffing nervous. It’s stupid. So this wasn’t exactly normal, but aside from a rude, nameless aide this was nothing worse than heading to an inter-office meeting.

Than why couldn’t you shake the feeling that you were about to get in trouble, like a child being called to the principals office? Your fingers fumble as you buckle the restraint across your chest. You barely have a chance to wave to the two Guardsmen still looking your way before the speeder is diving into the skylane and heading toward the Senate Executive building.

The ride is quiet. Any attempt to make small talk is met with a simple yes or no, a few things are even ignored completely. If this guy was intending on going into politics he’d need to take a class or two on how to fake interest in his constituents.

The speeder comes to a stop at the Supreme Chancellor’s private platform and you’re ushered off without fanfare.

“Don’t we need to check in with security?” You ask as your collector opens the door to what you can only assume is the Chancellor’s suite, a rich expanse of room and excess that doesn’t allow your eyes a moment to relax or focus on one point.

“That won’t be necessary, unless you feel like you need to be scanned and patted down?” His raises brow makes you blush.

“No- of course not. Just protocol-“

“The Supreme Chancellor sets his own protocols.” He explains as you move further into the office. The large wall of transparisteel looks out over the very tops of buildings you knew to tower high about the highest heights of the Coruscanti top level. It’s breathtaking.

The decorations are ostentatious, with a very strong splash of deep red everywhere- from the carpeting to the tapestries interspersed on the walls. Bronzium statues sit atop marble stands, their twisted faces and gnarled figures seem out of place amongst all the finery before you.

“This way, please.”

You hadn’t realized you’d slowed to gawk and move to pick up the pace from where you’d fallen back. You offer a small apology that goes unacknowledged as he presses through an imposing set of doors on the other side is more transparisteel, more red.

And the Chancellor.

Sheev Palpatine sits with his hands folded on the dark wood in front of him looking as if he’d been waiting for you to arrive. He greets you as such.

“My dear girl!” He rises to greet you, moving carefully around his desk.

Your first thought is that he was not nearly as tall as you’d imagined he’d be. On the holonet he looked every bit as tall as any of the clones that served as his guards. He’s only a head taller than you, you note as he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle shake. You smile weakly, a spark of something uncomfortable and disquieting burning inside you.

“Supreme Chancellor” you incline your head to break the uncomfortably intense eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“She is a beautiful little creature, Commander.” He intones looking past you, ignoring your greeting.

You glance over your shoulder to see Fox standing at attention next to the door you’d walked through. It was a wonder you hadn’t noticed him immediately but with all the red bleeding through the room it was no great difficulty for him to blend in. He tips his helmet toward you even though he seems stiff. Regardless, just his presence does something to calm your nerves. Any residual anxiety about the pair of you seems to dissolve as you look at him. When you turn back to the Chancellor your smile is genuine.

The chancellor’s is still questionable while he cups your elbow and leads you toward his desk. The soft clatter of plastoid armor follows behind you. You can feel Fox behind you, can almost imagine his all too familiar body heat radiating along your back. You fight the urge to let your hand sweep behind you in an attempt to capture his own.

“My dear, the good Commander speaks very highly of you.”

“I think very highly of him” you murmur fighting the urge to look behind you.

“Very good. Very good. Have a seat and we’ll begin our little meeting.”

The chair is plush and comfortable. When the Chancellor sits down across you notice that his chair is positioned slightly higher than your own, making him appear as if he was looking down at you. The desk is fairly clean, only a handful of datapads and some neatly organized flimsy. Next to everything is a gleaming blaster. It’s hard to keep your eyes from skimming over it. You’d sat through enough conversations with Hound and Ryk to not recognize a hold-out blaster when you saw one.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? Blas-Tech, I believe.” The chancellor motions toward the blaster but you shake your head. As much as you’ve been privy to conversations about the different makes and models you’d never really become comfortable with the actual blasters themselves. “Well suit yourself” the chancellor shakes his head gently picking up the blaster and making a show of turning it in the light. It’s small, most hold-outs were. “A gift from one of the Corellian delegates” he continues “a very thoughtful gift but I personally find blasters rather uncivilized.” He makes a show of setting it down closer to you.

“I see” you fidget in your seat, “I really don’t want to waste any of your time. I’m sure you have far more important-“

“- this is of the utmost importance, I’m afraid” there’s something about the almost apologetic look he gives you or maybe it’s the slight cooling of his tone that washes away any comfort that knowing Fox was with you had provided.

“I’m afraid, I’m not sure what this conversation is about.”

A scoff crosses the length of the desk as the Chancellor looks past you to Fox. “She is very tricky isn’t she Commander? Had I known you couldn’t see past a simple deception I would never have encouraged you to pursue her.”

“My apologies, my lord” Fox’s voice is cool and emotionless, not the rich baritone you were used to. Warning klaxons sound in your head.

“Sir?”

“Oh, dear girl there’s no use hiding it any longer.”

Your heart rate is slowly creeping up, moving more close to the rate of your namesake than you were comfortable with. You attempt to rise to your feet but a pair of gauntlets come down on your shoulders and press you back into the chair that no longer feels comfortable.

The chancellor rises and moves toward the windows, his fine robes swing around him as he goes. Your eyes follow him carefully. Pressure builds at the back of your skull, a wholly inopportune moment for a headache to present itself if you’ve ever had one. You shake your head gently in an attempt to dislodge it. The chancellor laughs and it sends a cold shock down your spine.

“You’ve used your position and your wiles to lead the Commander astray” he begins “you’ve filled his head full of ideas of conspiracies and plots that don’t exist. And for what, might I ask?”

When you turn and look up at Fox he’s staring down at you through the dark lens of his visor. You will him to say something, anything. Surely this was a mistake.

“Fox, you can’t believe this?” You turn toward Palpatine, “this is a mistake. I’m not sure where this has come from-“

“-So I shouldn’t believe that you gathered the data for the Commander? That you didn’t read through it unlawfully and offer your own silly ideas as to what happened after our best investigators found that the ARC trooper acted against the Republic? That he was, indeed, intent on assassignation?” The chancellor’s voice grows louder as he speaks.

Your mouth gapes as he continues.

“Should the Commander not be made aware that you’ve used his affection to manipulate a good soldier into believing that the Grand Army, the highest level of military excellence in the galaxy, was intent on destroying not only his brothers but the entire Jedi order?”

Fox’s hands leave your shoulders and you jump to your feet, the chair pushing back behind you, forcing him to take a step back or be hit with it. His hand rests at his hip, fingers wrapped around the grip of his deece. The pressure on the back of your head intensifies, burns.

“You used me” the words are a broken snarl, an injured animal fighting back. “You made me love you so you could what? Tell me damnit!” His body is tight, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

“Fox, this isn’t right-“

Palpatine's voice rises over the pair of you. “I’ll tell you Commander. She came with the intent of finishing what the ARc trooper started. She was a conspirator.” The word conspirator is hissed out. Fox’s head jerks than shakes. The heel of his free hand presses against his visor. You want to go to him, find a way to make him understand, to soften the hard lines of his body.

Pick up the blaster.

A voice, cool and calculating echoes in your skull. Your eyes trail down to the blaster and your fingers flex into a fist, knuckles going white as you fight the urge that you shouldn’t have. You can hear your heartbeat pounding along rapidly in your head, adrenaline flooding your system.

“She’s here to kill me Commander. She is a spy and assassin. How else could she get in here without the guards knowing?”

Fox’s hand twitches over his own blaster. “It hurts” one hand presses at the side of his bucket. Is Palpatine in his head too?

Pick. Up. The. Blaster.

Your skull feels as if it will implode at any moment. Your eyes turn away from Fox and to the Chancellor. A cruel smile twists his mouth, a vicious play on a genuine one. Your brows furrow together as the clanging in your head grows louder.

“You’re doing this?!” Panic rises in your throat, bile burns it raw. “Why? Get out of my head!”

The pained squeal that slips from your mouth sounds foreign, a feral animal sound. “Get out of my head!” You sob whipping around. Fox, who seems to be struggling on his own, drops down to one knee, bucket cradled in his hands.

“Cyar’ika-“ he sounds small and you want it to stop, would do anything to protect him. His visor rises up to meet your eyes and you swear you see him clear as day as if it’s not there. He’s your Fox and he needs you.

Because you love him.

“How touching” Palpatine's voice echoes through the room, a perverse pleasure notable in his tone as he sees your realization from inside your mind.

But you love Fox and the weight of it gives you strength. You push harder against whatever magic has slithered into your head.

“Good soldiers follow orders” Palpatine reminds, voice cold and calculating “Shoot the traitor.”

“Fox, it’s me.” You beg him to see you. To look at you “he’s making you believe something that isn’t real. See me-“ a broken sob bubbles it’s way over your lips, “Fox…”

Distantly, the sound of blasters and the rising shout of voices becomes clear but you don’t have time to discern what’s going on.

“You will shoot the assassin commander. The blaster is in her hand. Do it, Commander!”

“Mouse- I- I- can’t” Fox’s voice comes out as if through gritted teeth and then something snaps and he rises back to his full height. The uncertainty that had been rolling off of him is gone.

“No, no, no…” you mumble, shaking your head as tears fill yours eyes. Your hand covers your mouth in horror as if it alone can hold your grief in. Fox raises his blaster at you. Desperately you turn to the chancellor. “Please! Please don’t make him do this! I’ll do anything. Please don’t make him!”

He laughs in your face and you finally do as the voice in you head has willed.

You grab the blaster.

It feels foreign in your grip. You scream as a bolt from Fox’s deece grazes your left shoulder but your right hand holds tight to the one in your hand.

“PUT IT DOWN! GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!” Fox’s voice booms as you turn back toward him. There’s no way you will get a shot off on the chancellor. “Mouse- please-“ desperation bleeds through his words suddenly and it hurts almost as much as the singed flesh of your arm.

You raise the blaster to your head. You're going to die. You know it in your very soul. Now it was only a matter of how and who. It won’t be Fox. It will be the last thing you do-

“DO IT!”

Noise erupts around you. The doors of the Chancellor's office explode open, splinters of wood showering down.

Chaos ensues.

Another blaster bolt hits you in the right flank while your attention is divided. Everything moves in slow motion. The blaster in Fox’s hand shakes as he continues to aim it in your direction. The smell of ozone assault your senses. The room spins on its own unseen axis.

The blaster falls from your fingers with a clatter as you drop to your knees. You can’t breathe, your mind screams to draw in a breath but your body refuses to comply only allowing shallow, useless gasps.

Lights flare in your periphery purple, red, blue. Voices roar to life.

Electricity tickles at your skin as your hands press down over burnt flesh. “Fox…” his name comes out as a whimper as the transparisteel at your back shatters, shards of it bite into your back, burrow deep into your flesh. The smell of blood, the coppery tang makes your stomach heave..

Chaos is everywhere, omnipotent and overwhelming. Voices shout, threaten, and yell and you struggle to focus in on any one thing.

“Don’t take another step, vod!” You see the familiar blue and white jaig eyed bucket of Captain Rex. Twin deeces are aimed at Fox but his blaster is only half pointed, his head cocks then shakes violently. “I said stop, Fox!”

“It’s not him-“ the words come out in a choked cough, not loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of wind rising up between the buildings and the clashing of Jedi lightsabers. You press up on one arm and point shakily with your injured left arm. You try again, “it’s him!”

Rex’s helmet tips toward you but his blasters remain trained on Fox as you point toward the old man held at the tip of a purple saber.

You don’t have the strength to stay upright and your arm crumples. You fall against the red carpet with a gasp. Your shoulder bears the brunt of it causing bright hot pain to shoot anew through your body. When you're able to open your eyes, your blood mixing with the red fibers, almost imperceptibly, greets you.

“Mouse- Fierfek” the gutted sound of Fox’s voice slips into your ears, “I’m sorry. I’m-“ he voice is choked off as he grabs at his throat. Another man, lip curled back in a snarl, advances on him hand raised. His robes are dark matching the poisonous look in his eyes.

“Yes, young Skywalker. Strike him down!” The chancellor's sickly voice rises up over the winds.

“Anakin!” The Jedi wielding the purple saber snarls. You see him look back at the chancellor.

“I am the senate. You will not kill me, Jedi”

“The senate is overruled”

The purple saber flashes without hesitation. You choke back a scream as Sheev Palpatine’s head leaves his body. You struggle, dragging yourself toward Fox as his hands claw against his own throat trying to dislodge his invisible assailant.

“General! Enough!” Rex’s voice rises as you grab at Fox’s leg pulling yourself in front of him.

“Skywalker” the other man intones quietly. The purple glow retracts as he places a hand over the younger Jedi’s forearm and presses down, “let him go. This wasn’t his doing.”

You miss the choked cry the younger man bites back because whatever has held Fox at bay releases him and he falls forward, body draping over you protectively.

The winds still howl, blowing up from the deep wells of Coruscant below but it sounds distant. It doesn’t chill you like it had because Fox is with you and he’ll make everything right.

You want to tell him how much you love him. You want to kiss him just once as the darkness presses in at the edges of your vision. It’s a struggle to focus on the lines of his helmet, to pretend you can see through to the cut of his jaw, his full lips -that turn up just so when he smiles- and the soothing browns of his eyes.

“You don’t get to do this” he whispers angrily between harsh breaths. His arms wrap around your body pulling you close his nose pressing against your temple. “You don’t get to die because of me”

You tell him it’s not his fault, or at least you try. You can’t make your voice work.

Fox’s lips press roughly behind your ear. A continuous loop of promises and apologies and curses spill from his mouth. Mando’a and basic slur together. You try to keep your eyes open. You want to stay with him. It doesn’t hurt anymore so everything must be ok. Fox has made it ok…

Someone yells for a medic and the darkness overtakes you.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

There was a anon asking for a sweet moment on my Chisaki Family au... how could I refuse something like that? Also btw I really dont know if out there is still snow but this scenario just begged for it so Im sorry have a bit of fluffy my fellas

He groaned internally when he heard two pairs of feet running down the halls.... even despite his daughter only having almost one year, the kid was a fast learner just like her older brother and himself.

It was early still... those brats... curse him for having a light sleep... he just wanted to forget his responsibilities for one day... is that too much to ask?

He burried his nose on your hair, sighing in bliss at receiving the warm of your body, his nose was almost frozen if it wasn't for his angel.

The best part is that he knew you had taken a shower before bed, a proper one since he was in the same as well...

You groaned at the sudden contact with his cold hands directly on your skin and his nose on the back of your neck.

"Asshole... you're cold..." you mumbled from your sleep receiving a slap on your bum while you yelped gigglingon your pillow.

"Shut it. Is not my fault that you're a human heater."

"There are people who has fire quirks though-"

"Dont ruin my morning angel." He growled in irritation but still didn't got even a inch apart from you.

"When did it get so cold?" You mumbled before feeling the sleep come back to you again.

"I will buy better sheets... these one are clearly shit." He smirked in your hair at the surprised gasp that left your lips.

You squirmed on his embrace to look up at him with a disbelieved face but smilling no less.

"Who are you? My husband don't just swear out of no where."

"Is still morning I have the rights on being at least more... flexible."

"Is still Kai Chisaki swearing though."

He went to answer back with a small smartass coment of his if it wasn't for the quiet hushes of his son and his dad quiet baby giggles.

You both sighed, you loved those deviants bjt quality time between you both was always appreciated.

"Maybe if we pretend that we are asleep they will give us some more time?" You suggested before Chisaki glared at you and closed his eyes again, pinching a bit on your side for you to do the same thing.

He heard the door creaking open and conttolled his urge to scoff and tsk at his children actions, still pretending to be deep asleep with his wife.

Which he really wanted actually...

He felt the bed shift for a momeng before the sheets seemed to tremble for a bit as a tiny body crawled towards the middle of both of you.

"No Kin, you won't wake up them in this way!" Kaito's whispered at his sister before wiggling a bit to maintain his balance "Watch me! This will make both literally jump out of there!"

"No it won't, and I will suggest for you to not even dare to jump on this bed brat." He zaid in irritation bearing his son yelp and feeling that he had falled to his back but thankfully still on the bed.

He scoffed while you giggled, getting up and crawling your younger baby that was already making grabby hands at you.

"Good morning Kin and Kaito..." you said still sleepy, geunting at the forcw that your son used to give you a hug.

"Didn't you brats have anything better to do?" Chisaki growled while picking his gloves and mask from his nightstand "Like brush your teeth or other things that I teached you both?"

"Already done daddy. You and Mommy that just spend too much in bed." Kaito said monoustly staring up at his father whose glared down at him.

"Is five in the morning Kaito..." he linched the bridge of his covered nose when his son merely shrugged.

What a way to start the day...

"But I woke up first because its snowing outside!"

"Snowing?" You and your husband said in union, clearly confused before Kin made a happy noise while squiming out of your embrace to follow her big brother, whose was telling you and Chisaki by hand gestures to follow him.

"Well..." you got up and flinched the slightest at feeling the cold ground on your bare feet "You're coming?"

Chisaki arched a eyebrow at you before getting up to both of you follow your energetic son and daughter.

"You brat don't even got outside, you just pretended is snowing... so what is so important?"

The kid look up at him before picking Kin carefully in his arms.

"Is Kin's first snow! And I'm sure there is outside, because tonight it was really cold!"

"He kinda has a point there." You giggled while your husband scoffed.

"Is just snow for God's sake."

"Aw, is her first snow Kai! Kaito was the same thing, didn't you remember the joy on those serious baby's eyes that still are way too similiar with yours?"

"He has your eye color. Stop talking nonsense. Kids are fascinated by anything, even if is not something that impressing or simply ridiculous." You pouted at him playfully and he rolled his eyes at your actions.

"Open open!" Kaito gleamed at the japanese door for both of you open to the yard.

Kai sighed in irritation before pushing one side while you pushed the other, getting surprised at seing the yard completely white with snow.

"Ha! Told you!" Kaito pointed a fi ger towards his father, dodging when his gloved hand went to slap away.

"Pointing is rude brat."

"Whatever. Come on Kin!" Kaito beamed while pushing his sister onto the snow, Kai's muscled tensing while his golden eyes darkened.

"Kaito Chisaki both of you will get a cold, get back inside right now and put something at least!"

You giggled at seing both of your children smiles, Kin golden eyes widening at her brother when he picked a small amouth of snow fo show her closerly, poking the point of her nose with it, emmiting the most cute yelps and giggles from the girl while her brother laighed along.

"That's it. Kaito you-" he widened his eyes in disbelief at seing you stepling in on the snow as well, actually throwing yourself at your children and hugging them closely while laughing aling with them.

Kai's eye twitched in anger and disbelief at the scene before he sighed in pjre annoyance and turned his back to get inside to at least pick the coats.

Well... that was the plan before he frooze at the sudden cold and rather hard hit on his back.

He knew exactly what was that, and slowly tuned his head a bit to send a one side eye death glare at the three angels faces.

"Who?" He said in a dark tone of voice. Deadpanning internationally at seing that Kaito pointed at his sister, while Kin had pointed to Kaito... you just stayed still with that infuriatingand adorable smile, looking up at him.

He slowly turned to be at least glaring with both eyes at the three of them. You gulped before getting up, already knowing that you might will have tto calm down your husband.

"Kai... hon calm down" you said gently before you dodged a snowball that you swore tbat you didn't even saw Chisaki making it!

Although that snowball hitted Kaito straight on the face.

"Strike." Your husband said monoustly while you gasped his name out loud in disbelief.

"NOT FAIR!" the kid yelled while his sister errupted in giggles.

You runned towards the inside of your home with everyone coats, smilling devilish at seing your husband still debating with Kaito, the back of his neck in full view to you.

"How many times will I have to say it that if you did the first move than I get the rights o- (Y/N)!" He shouted your name in anger while flinching away from your colds hands at his neck.

You handed the coaches to your children before showing your husband the timer on your cellphone.

"A little bet than my devil? 10 minutes of a small war?" He grabbed his coat and zipped up before placimg your phone near the exit of the door.

"I won't say anything besides that-" You tikted your head in confusion before you saw your husband crounching down again and throing a snowball at his son... poor thing didn't dodged.

"That brat is going down."

"Alright then." You threw a snowball at him, running away while laughing at his disbelieved face.

"(Y/N) Chisaki you will pay for this." He growled before crounching down on the ground and placing both of his now bare hands, smirking devilish at seing the wave of snow coming in your direction.

He got distracted though when his son and daughter threw weakly two snowballs at him.

"Alright then. The three of you will pay for this." He said monoustly but still hated that fact that he couldn't stop smilling underneath his mask.

Bonus:

"I can't believe what my eyes are seing." Pops chuckled lowly at seing Chisaki catching you by the waist while turning you around in the snow, cleary chuckling along with your laughter as his grandson carried his grand daughter by a pig bag ride.

He smiled genuinely at seing the look of pure adoration and happiness on his sucessor face when he looked down at you, scrunching up your nose and pouting at the huge amount of snow he had just throw it on your head and face.

It was still a miracle to see that Chisaki was... like he is today. He was always worried about Kai's behaviour, sure, the feeling of paying him back for taking him in and the violence was still there... but the worst he owned to you for simply had drifted away.

He closed the door with a chuckle before making his way to the kitchen, hearing the whines of the kids when a cellphone ring went off.

"Maybe a bit of tea for the four of them would be nice on this cold."

[sacredmouche]

Pavlovian Conditioning | Kageyama x Reader

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff (?), College!AU

College!Kageyama x College!Reader

"Damn you, Kageyama! I've been doing this for TWO FUCKING MONTHS, and you haven't fall into my obvious hints that I like you!" is what you wanted to tell him for a long time now. You have been dropping hints to him and he doesn't seem to notice. Helping him with his homework voluntarily, asking him to eat with you during lunch (coz boi he eats alone all the time), and writing his notes when he falls asleep during class, those are some things you do for him that obviously say "I like you, Kageyama!" but you don't know what is wrong with this boy. Is he that stupid or just numb? You don't know but what you know is that you are not going to give up until he realize that you like him and make him like you.

Another day, another stress brought to you by being a college student with Kageyama not taking your hints on the side. What a great time to be alive!

Today is one of those days when you feel like not dropping hints to him, you're tired and you have something big carrying on your shoulders. You’re a leader of your research group for fuck sake.

"We're only freshmen but why the fuck do we have to comply with all these activities?" you whispered with unbelievable look in your eyes. A day in university just come to an end and you are in your favorite cafe with all your school papers on the table, waiting for the barista to call your name and sip on that delectable coffee you just ordered. Studying in this cafe is relaxing and the ambiance is perfect for you to focus, so it is a part of your day to stop by here and study.

"It's because you're a college student, stupid" a familiar voice made you raise you head and it was your childhood friend who study in the same university as you.

"Oikawa!!" calling him with tears in your eyes, nope you're not sad you're just happy to see him.

"Hey hey, don't tear up cry baby!" he pulled the chair in front of you and sat down, looking all the papers scattered on the table then looking at you in disbelief.

"What in the hell- this is a lot" you looked at him and gave him a look that says "I fucking know, right" then letting out a big sigh.

"Yes, great king this is a lot, but that's not all! I have a quiz on my major tomorrow, and I need to study three chapters," you complained, pulling your untied hair into a messy bun.

Oikawa did not speak but you still feel comforted with his presence, but then he opened the topic you really do not want to talk about.

"So how's it going with-"

"For customer y/n?" the barista cut him off mid sentence, great maybe he'll forget talking about him. Goddamnit Oikawa, y u gotta bring him up?

You stood up and went to the counter to get your order, doing everything slowly so he'll forget what he was about to say a while ago. But it's Oikawa we're talking about, he'll never stop until he knows the answer to his curiosity.

Reaching you seat and as soon as you sat down, he asked "So anyway, how's it going with Tobio-chan?"

You gave him a look that throws knives that could kill him.

"W-what? I'm just asking, just wanna know!"

"well... I don't fucking know what is wrong with him! He doesn't take all my hints and I do not want to tell him directly. Is he that stupid?" Oikawa laughed and you raised your eyebrow making him stop.

"Yes, he's stupid. You're a Psychology major why don't you use psychology instead of doing common things that common girls do. Then, bye! I gotta go, good luck with school... and with Tobio-chan!" then he made his way out leaving you confused and thinking.

Use psychology?

You shrug it off for now and just start working on your school papers that is due tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

"I'm home!" you announced your arrival as soon as you stepped inside your house, going straight in your bedroom and changed into a pair of pajamas and comfortable shirt.

You set up your study table with your psychology book in it, a notebook, and some pens and highlighters.

You've been studying for half an hour and you just started on the second chapter out of three chapters, you don’t really mind sleeping late if you go to school with confidence that you’ll ace your quiz.

"Hmm, Classical Conditioning... by Pavlov. Okay okay. Hmm okay I understand" you muttered while reading the textbook definition of the term. Studying the three types of learning as indicated on your Psychology book, an idea – a brilliant one – came to the magnificent brain of yours. A smile forming in your lips as you continue your studying.

I bet this one will work so be ready Kageyama.

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“Good morning Tooru-chan!” you cling your arm to your friend who’s giving you now a disgusted look, but you just gave him a wide smile.

“What’s gotten into you? Why do you look happy? Why are you happy? Are you okay? And why the fuck did you call me Tooru-chan? I’m older than you, you know?”

“Woah easy boy, eaaaasssy. Why flood me with questions? My mind is already flooded” flooded with thoughts of Kageyama.

“Flooded with thoughts of Kageyama” he said that earned a laugh from you, he looked down on you and furrowed his brows.

“It’s because of you that’s why I am thinking of him more than usual, idiot. You’re a genius. I complimented you, take it or leave it” You sassed and walked faster.

“Why? What? What are you talking about?” he asked as he ran to close the big distance between the two of you.

“You’ll know it, I’ll tell you when the time comes. I have 10 AM class, I gotta go. See ya!” You left him there, this time he is the one who is confused and thinking. Why is she so happy? Why did she call me a genius? Not that I do not think of myself as one, but why did she call me a genius?

Making your way to your classroom, you stopped by to a vending machine, buying two cartons of milk. This class is your major and Kageyama is in that class too, so it makes you extra excited to reach the room. This subject last for two hours but you don’t really mind since learning is everything, right? And you’re a flirt and seeing Kageyama for two hours is too much to make your heart go boom boom.

After the quiz, there was some time left so a little discussion took place until it’s time to wrap up.

Lunchtime. Okay, this will work. I trust you, Pavlov. Don’t let your bitch down!

“Uhh, Kageyama–”

“Damn!” his loud voice made you jump; you were stoned in your place. Heart beating faster with a little bit of pain, thinking that he was irritated by you. You are about to tear up and take your leave, but he spoke.

“Hey, you were saying something? I’m sorry, it’s just that I forgot to bring my milk” your eyes sparkled. Heart skipped a beat. You’re in cloud nine, thanking the Gods.

“Yes, uhh let’s eat lunch together and here, wait a sec” you rummage through your things to get that extra carton of milk you bought on the way here.

“Good thing I bought two milks, it must be destiny” you laughed and handed him the milk and it’s his turn for his eyes to sparkle, he was so touched because it’s milk, duh. He wouldn’t share his milk with everyone, but you shared yours. Now he thinks of you as a goddess… of milk, who give free milks to those who needs it.

“Let’s eat lunch” he announced. I am not going to let this opportunity slip, a goddess asked me out. He thought.

Yo what the fuck? He agreed! Yes, this is it. A love story will emerge.

The two of you made your way out of the classroom and walked towards the university cafeteria. Now, what to do? You don’t really know what to do now, you both are eating in silence.

Come on, brain I need you please don’t leave me hanging!

But your brain is not cooperating with you, lunchtime ended and you both parted ways. It’s okay, you feel contented, you ate lunch with him and tomorrow you are going to ask him again because giving up is not on your vocabulary.

You are so eager to make him like you, so you are pulling Classical Conditioning at him to make that happen, all thanks to Oikawa for giving you that idea.

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It’s been seven days since you started using classical conditioning. Giving him his daily milk, you bought at the vending machine, watching as his eyes go sparkle.

You noticed the changes of him. Whenever you showed up, a big smile is forming on his lips just like the smile you see when you bring him his milks, his face painted with happiness just like when he is drinking his milk, and how his eyes sparkled when you give him his milk.

You rummage through your things just like the past seven days and give him his carton of milk. You stretched out your arms and handed him the unopened carton.

“Here you go, Kageyama. Your daily dose of milk” you said as you sip on your own milk.

He eyed you and took the milk

“You don’t really have to do all this for me to like you” your eyes widened at his words. Shocked. Wondering if he knew it all this time.

“Huh?” is all you can say

“I know you’re pulling Classical Conditioning on me to make me like you, did you not realize that I am not going to like you if you do that?” Oh. It hurts. Pavlov, you let me down. I hate you. You thought. Standing there in front of him, waiting for him to say another word even if it pains you. He is so straightforward it hurts, right there in my heart. But what the fuck? I thought he was stupid. He understands what classical conditioning is when all he does is sleep in this class!

“How long have–” he cut you off mid-sentence

“You associated yourself with my favorite milk, it’s not you who makes me excited, it’s the milk” he continued. Why am I still standing here? Every word he’s saying hurts.

“But that will be the scenario if I don’t like you,” Huh? You looked up to him, teary-eyed. A confused look emitted through your eyes.

“But I already like you, your presence alone makes me excited. With or without the milk. So stop.” he confessed and all you gave him is a wide smile that is filled with pure delight.

Thank you, Pavlov. You did not let me down.

THANK YOU TO MY FAM @teentitannns and @gaydistriss!! I couldn't choose which character suits the plot and they helped me. Luv u.