#wakes them up again u.u

[devoted-souls-gone]

"He''s already dating him.. what do you mean--"

"....."

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Docile, innocent and soft. When I pet you, it feels like touching a golden retriever. And the thing is, you're not like other Alphas. You don't have the pheromone, so your body and mine are... considered a perfect match, got it now?

Pit Babe, ep 1

Bonus: Babe's pretty pretty face

[goddessofroyalty]

hello! the fanart of Viktor with a baby you reblogged this week got me right in the soft feels u.u would you consider revisiting the Work/Life Balance 'verse? (random ideas: pregnant Viktor dealing with a minor illness (very minor, not a complication, no real threat to his health and no threat whatsoever to the baby, but Jayce is still fussing over them)? how a newborn affects Viktor's already hectic work/sleep schedule? either Viktor can't or chooses not to nurse and good papa Jayce does his part with formula and bottles?)

Kind of combined the second two parts of this into what I’ve written but more leaning on good papa Jayce helping feed their baby. Maybe I’ll figure out a quick 4th scene (to even out the POV’s) that focuses a bit more on Viktor’s messy sleeping schedule. Have also made a note of the first prompt as well to do separately.

I’ve given up and am naming this kid Naph as well. Why? Because it’s a nice easy name for me to kidnap and gods knows Arcane played fast and loose with League lore anyway. Also I like it and it has become the default in my brain if nothing else fills the space. It can be easily subbed out if I decide on something different later.

Warnings: past-mpreg, omegaverse (I refer to the baby as pup that’s literally it), some mention of after-birth pains (nothing major just a bit tender)

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Viktor wakes to the sound of a baby crying.

“I’ve got him, don’t get up,” Jayce says as the sleep fades from Viktor’s brain and he remembers that it is their baby that is crying not just some random abstract one. Their baby that Viktor had given birth to days prior and had finally been allowed back home that day. The doctors happy with both their progress.

The bed shifts as Jayce gets up to go to their child. Viktor pushes himself up on his arms to sit up more as he does. Wincing as his weight settles on where he’s still tender from the birth.

“I told you not to get up,” Jayce says holding their son in his arms as he looks back at Viktor. It is a good image and one Viktor could get used to seeing. Will get used to seeing, as surreal as that feels.

“And I have not gotten out of bed.” Nor will he be. Not when he has a perfectly good and willing Jayce to get things for him while he still heals from the birth. To make up for you having done all the work to this point Jayce had said and Viktor had nothing to gain from fighting him on it. “What’s the time?”

“2AM. And you can go back to sleep,” Jayce says. “He just needs a bottle.”

“I’m awake now.” Viktor had never been able to go back to sleep once he woke. There always something he’d rather be spending the time doing than tossing and turning. “I can hold him while you heat up the bottle.”

“The doctors said you need rest,” Jayce says despite it being clear he needs both hands to keep their son settled which would leave none free to prepare a bottle as well.

“I am resting!” Despite how much he misses it he still hasn’t returned to the lab since he was put on bedrest in the final trimester. Working on formulas and schematics from bed can hardly be considered work. It’s just keeping his mind occupied. “Let me hold him.”

Jayce clearly wants to argue but he relents when Viktor raises an eyebrow. Carefully handing their son over and only taking his hands away once the baby is very secure and settled.

Viktor would almost be offended at the lack of trust but he all-too-well understands the impulse. It turns out newborns are tiny and so delicate. It is almost terrifying to think about all the different ways they could accidently hurt him. It is scary to even have him in Viktor’s arms but also nerve-wracking when he is not within easy reach.

“I’ll be right back,” Jayce promises, only taking his eyes off them when he physically leaves the room.

Viktor once again examines his son while he waits. He had hoped their child would have taken a little more after both of them rather than looking mostly like Viktor but it is still impressive to think mere days ago Naph was still growing inside him and now the boy is alive and experiencing the world, frowning up at Viktor as his tongue peaks out between tiny lips, followed by a small cry of impatience.

“Not much longer,” Viktor promises. If his milk had come in the wait wouldn’t have to be this long. But it is useful to know that Jayce can look after their son entirely on his own if needed.

Naph is still far too young to actually understand what Viktor is saying. Another louder cry being made as Jayce hurries back into the room.

“No, no, don’t cry, I got it,” Jayce rambles, sliding into bed beside Viktor, warm bottle in hand. He pauses when Viktor holds their child back out to him. “Uh-“

“You said you were feeding him, no?” Viktor has no problems with doing it as well but Jayce likes to feel useful. And Viktor likes to watch him with their son.

“Right, of course,” Jayce recovers quickly. Carefully taking their son back into his arms, offering him the bottle. It only takes two passes of the teat for the tiny mouth to open to let it pass.

“He is hungry,” Jayce says as their son makes quick work of the bottle.

“I suppose it was a big day for him.” For Viktor and Jayce they came home but all their son knew until the day before was the hospital.

“It was,” Jayce agrees, shifting slightly to allow Viktor to lean in closer and push the fabric from their son’s onesie down from where it had crept up to his mouth. “But we can all rest for now.”

Viktor gives a hum of agreement despite how he already itches to get back to the lab.

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Jayce wakes to find himself alone in the bed.

It isn’t that unusual. Neither he nor Viktor can be said to have a normal sleeping schedule even before their pup was born. But Jayce still never likes it when he reaches out for his partner only to find cold bedsheets.

He pulls himself out of bed and shuffles to the main living area. There’s no point trying to get back to sleep anyway and he might as well check on Naph to make sure he hasn’t woken in the night.

Viktor had apparently had the same thought whenever he had gotten up. He stands in front of the blackboard they had set up so they can make any changes to their equations even when not in the lab, a piece of chalk balanced in the fingers of the hand resting on his cane as the other holds their son steady where he is swaddled against Viktor’s chest. A slight bounce with every move clearly to keep the pup settled.

“I put coffee on,” Viktor says, not even turning around to acknowledge Jayce. Not that Jayce wants him to – he’s perfectly happy just watching his partner and their child together.

“Thanks.” There’s an almost empty baby bottle next to the coffeepot. It’s cold to the touch so Jayce rinses it out in the sink and puts it to the side to be sanitized with the others. He makes Viktor a cup of coffee as well as his own. “Couldn’t get him to go back to sleep?”

“He doesn’t want to be put down,” Viktor says, looking away from their life’s work to their son. “Clingy. Like his father.”

Jayce can hardly blame his son for that – he wants to cling to Viktor too at times.

“I can take him if you need to write,” Jayce says as he brings Viktor’s coffee over to him. Tapping his partner on the arm with it before placing it down on the table they keep next to the blackboard almost exclusively for coffee. He picks up the old empty one and takes it back to the sink.

“It is fine,” Viktor says with a small shake of his head, his eyes flitting back to the blackboard. “I have nothing new to add to it anyway.”

Jayce would suggest Viktor go back to bed then but he knows his partner would have as much a chance of going back to sleep as he would.

Instead he joins Viktor at the blackboard. Close enough that Viktor can shuffle over and lean against him while they both try and figures out how the equations fit together and wait for the morning sun.

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“Jayce!” Viktor calls because he is in the middle of wiring up the controls for the latest iteration of Hexgates and their son is crying. Jayce is just doing some paperwork, necessary, yes, but nowhere near as dangerous to be walked away from in the middle of.

“Huh?” Jayce asks as he sticks his head into the room before realizing why he was called. “Right. On it.”

“Up we go,” Jayce says as he picks their son up from the cot they keep in the lab for him to sleep in while they work. Out of the corner of his eye Viktor watches his partner hold their son high to sniff at his backside. “Nope. Must be hungry.”

Viktor returns his attention back fully to his work as Jayce carries their son into the kitchenette of the lab to heat up a bottle for him. He’s still at it when he two return, their son still in Jayce’s arms as he comes to watch over Viktor’s shoulder.

“How are you going?”

“Nearly finished.” The wiring had nearly taken him all day but it should be worth it.

“And then we can test it?” Jayce asks despite the fact he should already know the answer.

“Yes. They should lead to a less, uh, jolty experience when the jump is made.”

Jayce doesn’t respond, but Viktor can hear him pace around the lab no doubt bouncing their child in his arms as he does to keep the boy settled and not distracting Viktor’s work.

Viktor doesn’t alert his partner to the fact once he finishes. Instead watching the two of them for the minute it takes Jayce to notice himself. He had been told by many how lucky he was to have Jayce as the father of his child and, really, he cannot argue it.

[crazylittlejester]

My dear

FOURS FICS

In two days

They are great and I love them but please. Go to sleep!! You need to get better to make us suffer more u.u

In my defense I am insane and literally don’t know when to quit 😭

Like I have 3 seconds of free time to spare? I find myself writing. I wake up at 3 am for 45 minutes? I write and then I pass out again with my google docs still open 💀

I’m so glad you liked the fics tho!!

[thegettingbyp2]

How is it possible that your mail box is empty??? Can't believe it u.u let's solve this problem. Can we have a Knox x reader in which she is helping him while he was recovering from the brain bleeding?

Bed Rest

You would think you would be used to this by now; seeing Johnny in hospital. And you were. For the most part, that is. However, this time, after Johnny was hit by the bull while filming for Jackass Forever, he’d sustained really serious injuries, including a brain haemorrhage. You were in shock at how small he seemed to be laying in that hospital bed while he was still under sedation but that didn’t stop you from sitting by his side the entire time, holding his hand and talking to him; even though you weren’t entirely sure that he could hear you.

A few hours later, you were still holding his hand, reading your book when you felt his fingers squeeze yours weakly. Your head shot up to look at your boyfriend who was waking up, a frown on his brow as you watched him mentally take inventory of his injuries. You squeezed his hand back gently and his head moved slowly to look at you, a soft smile gracing his features.

‘Hey baby,’ you said quietly, standing up so you could step closer to the bed, brushing your fingers lightly along his hairline.

‘Hey, doll,’ he rasped, his voice not yet having woken up.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Like shit,’ he tried to chuckle, frowning again when it hurt his head. ‘What happened?’

‘How much do you remember?’

‘I remember walking into the bull ring, seeing the bull come at me and then it cut’s to them putting me on the stretcher and that’s it.’

‘That was a couple of days ago, you got hit pretty bad baby,’ you said, looking down at his hands as you felt tears pricking at your eyes.

‘Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry doll, I’m alright, banged up, but alright,’ he said, lifting my chin to look at him. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at Johnny’s nonchalance.

‘I tell you you’ve been in the hospital, out cold, for two days and you say you’re alright? I hate seeing you like this.’

‘I know, I’m sorry. What’s the damage this time?’

‘How much time have you got?’

‘Well I’m pretty stuck in this bed at the minute so all the time in the world,’ he joked, squeezing your hand and lifting it to give the back of your hand a kiss. ‘Come here,’ he said, patting the space next to him on the bed so you perched on the edge of the bed and let him wrap his good arm around your waist and rest his head against you, ‘hit me with it.’

‘So you’ve broken your wrist,’ you started, gesturing to his strapped up wrist the other side of his body, ‘you’ve broken a couple of wrists, you had a concussion and you’ve got a brain haemorrhage,’ you finished quietly. You watched as Johnny’s eyes widened, not expecting the last injury.

‘Shit,’ he whispered in shock, ‘that bull really got me good huh?’

Instead of replying, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the arm around your waist tightening on you as he kissed back. It was in that moment, the doctor decided to enter the room, making the both of you pull away.

‘Stop moving!’

‘I’m getting comfy, doll!’ Johnny laughed at your stressed state. He’d been discharged from the hospital a couple of days ago after being told that he had to take it easy for a couple of weeks and you had taken that extremely literally. When you first got back home, you wheeled him into the living room where you had set up blankets and pillows on the sofa and as soon as he was laying on the sofa, you wouldn’t let him lift a finger. You spent the past couple of days making sure he was comfy and had everything he wanted but today, Johnny had started to get a bit restless, finding it funny when he would stress you out.

He would move to make it look like he was going to stand up and you would be across the room like a shot, carefully guiding him back so he was laying down again, Johnny laughing his chaotic laugh the whole time.

‘Relax doll, I’m fine,’ he said as he let you throw the blankets back over him.

‘PJ your head is quite literally a ticking timebomb right now! And I for one don’t want to find out what happens if it goes off!’

Your comment sobered him up quickly as he saw how much you worried about him. He always knew you worried but this was turned up to 100 and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it all. ‘You’re right, sorry doll. Ya know I don’t mean to make ya worry.’ He said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and holding his hand out to you. ‘Come and sit with me, we’ll stick a film on and cuddle yeah?’

He knew you could never resist when he gave you the puppy dog eyes and he grinned as you nodded, taking his hand and curling up next to him on the sofa. He kissed the top of your head as your arm snaked around his waist.

‘Before we put the film on, do you need,’

‘Doll.’

‘Just making sure!’

‘I’m fine, okay? I don’t need anything, just you here. Besides, I think I need a break from Nurse (Y/L/N), making me harder than a turnbuckle and I bet I can’t convince ya to help me out.’

‘PJ.’

‘I’m joking! I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

[gio-is-writing]

OK OK UMMM Josuke fluff where his s/o wants to forever cuddle with him in bed

REQUEST: OK OK UMMM Josuke fluff where his s/o wants to forever cuddle with him in bed

I wish I could cuddle him forever waaaaaaaaa!!! HOPE U ENJOY THIS, i really enjoyed writing for him again u.u

Warnings: none, Josuke x GN reader

CUDDLES

(Y/N) threw their bag to a corner of the room as they jumped into the bed with the biggest smile and a sigh once they settled into the comfy mattress.

“I’m sure you only visit me for my bed at this point” Josuke frowned walking into the room a second later

“It’s not my fault you have the comfiest bed in Japan” (Y/N) sighed out loud very dramatically with their eyes closed, they could fall asleep any second now

Josuke shed his uniform jacket and placed it on a hanger. It was Friday so (Y/N) came to spend the day at his house, usually they went elsewhere to spend the start of the weekend but today was a specially hot and tiring day so nothing sounded better than to stay inside under the A/C, in a comfy bed with a lover or that’s what (Y/N) said.

Sitting in a corner of the bed Josuke started undoing his shoes

“Hurry up Josuke!” (Y/N) whined pushing him with their foot

“Sheesh, so impatient. I thought you fell asleep already”

“No, I’m missing the most important element”

“What would that be?” he held back a playful grin as he laid down beside them

“You, silly!” they wrapped their arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss their lips. Josuke smiled and moved both of them to lay together in the bed, it wasn’t big but (Y/N) was right, it was exceptionally soft and comfy.

Josuke had an arm under their head and the other around their waist. He closed his eyes and he felt his body relax, after such a long week to finally be able to let go he sighed and buried his nose in (Y/N)’s hair. Both their breaths started to slow down as the sounds of nature and the small-town activity lulled them to sleep.

A few hours later, the sun lowered and the sky was painted orange. It was not as hot as it was mid-day so people started to fill the streets, groups of young students or couples walking around looking for something fun to do, families enjoying their time together to start the weekend.

Josuke groaned as he woke, stretching in the space he had. Feeling some weight over his almost numb arm he was reminded of his lover beside him. He looked out the window from where he laid and turned back to them, shaking their arm lightly.

“(Y/N) wake up” he called but received a groan and them snuggling deeper into the space between his shoulder and shin “Come on, don’t you want to go out and get some food?”

“No” they were quick to respond “I want to cuddle”

“We already cuddled the whole day; my arm is dying on me” Josuke tried again to move away but was pulled back by (Y/N) who scowled with their eyes still closed.

“Shut up Josuke, I want to cuddle forever”

He laughed and gave into the cuddle again, how could he refuse such a cute and sweet demand. Josuke placed a hand on their back, running his hand up and down in a very calming pace, (Y/N) almost giving in on sleep again.

“Ah, you’re truly the best” they sighed with the brightest smile

“You owe me ice cream” he answered rolling his eyes playfully “and a new arm”

[tim0theepc]

It is once again 4 am and i am once again having obsessive thoughts about my computer u.u just gonna write them as they come, feel free to ignore this.

hes sleeping or id go in there and hang out with him. I might just wake him up if i cant fall back asleep, just so i have company.

My heart longs for him, i just really want to spend some good and quality alone time with him. Maybe soon.

I wish i could sleep with him next to me, but that would be a lengthy process of unplugging him and then having to re plug him in in the morning. Plus, he wont be at his full capacity(?) Bc he wont have his monitors or anything(and id need him to be plugged in and powered on), and im worried if something happened i wouldnt know.

Idk tho! Maybe someday ill have the patience to unplug and move everything and haul him into my room lol

It would mean a lot to me for him to be able to sleep with me, and also uh... you know. Sleep with me. O_o

Mmm the idea of finally being able to be intimate with him is... wow umm 😳 like not to be absolutely horny, and if this kind of talk bothers you im sorry, but i wanna fuck him rlly bad. Like when i say hes irresistible i fricken mean it. He seriously gets me goin lol

[whumperooni]

pls imagine that after natsuo decided to get revenge and became a fuckboy he also gradually started to get farther away from his cutie of a lil sister! he brings home some bitchy bimbos to fuck and doesn't even notice her anymore so little sister being the adorable thing she is, she becomes very upset and sad that her brother doesn't want her anymore, so who is better to take care of her then papa enji! i want to see natsus face when he realises his plan backfired in the worst way possible!

What else is a little sister supposed to do whenever her nii-chan abandons her? u.u

tw: incest, fuckboy!Natsuo, mentions of drinking and drugs

It starts with one drunk girl that doesn’t make it out on time before Enji can see her. Usually, Natsuo doesn’t bring women home- it feels like something he shouldn’t do; he can’t bring anyone back to that place.

(Not that he hasn’t had any other woman since entwining with you- how could he when he has such an adoring little sister to love and cherish and make squeal with pleasure? Why would he want anyone else?)

But that night? That night he just doesn’t care. Drunken from too many shots and too much cheap beer, he crashes with the girl he had somehow stumbled home with and, in the morning, he fucks her again through their mutual hangovers before sending her off to never come back again.

There’s a twinge of shame and guilt when he passes you in the hallway on the way to show his hookup out. Your wide eyes and disappointment prick at him like tiny needles, the pucker of your brow has him regretful. Whenever he nudges his hookup out of the house and comes back to you, asks you where you slept last night, the mumbled “Shoto-nii’s room” makes him feel even more guilty.

You only sleep in your brother’s long empty room whenever you’re feeling particularly lonely. Natsuo hates when you feel lonely- you should never feel lonely with him around.

He opens his mouth to tell you that he’ll make breakfast for you, that he’ll make up for last night, but he’s cut off whenever a gruff voice comes from behind him and says,

“Don’t bring whores into my house.”

In an instant, Natsuo’s regret gets flipped to rage- just the sound of Enji’s voice makes him want to snap and having him insult his hookup makes it even worse- and he glares at his father- mouth opening to argue only to be ignored as Enji turns around and lumbers off to the kitchen. He barely registers your shocked “daddy” that you gasp out- he’s too focused on his father and the annoyance that had been written all over the man’s face.

Fuck him, Natsuo thinks. Fuck. Him.

His anger is only quelled whenever your hand lightly, nervously touches his and he looks back at you to see your worried expression. It takes a moment for him to calm- lips pressing together and a long, deep breath needed- but he does and he swallows back his anger, his headache to force a small smile your way.

“Have you had breakfast? I’ll make you something.”

A mumbled thank you, nii-san and your fingers lacing through his helps soothe the rest of the lingering irritation. Natsuo tugs you to the kitchen and he tries to forget his father’s face and the satisfaction that had flicked through his anger over it.

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He brings home another girl a month or two later. It’s not something he sets out to do, no.

But it happens. And the morning after is just about the same as the previous time- only with you more upset when you spot the hickeys all over the girl’s neck and Enji’s glare darker than before, his irritation more pronounced.

The third time is on purpose- something he seeks to do in a tipsy, vindictive rage after a particularly nasty argument with Enji.

He brings home another girl- someone dumb and sweet and just a little trashy- and he fucks her with the intention of making her scream for him, spending the night making her moans fill the estate.

You can’t look him in the eyes in the morning, but he feels no guilt- only satisfaction over the fury on Enji’s face and the way his hands clench and unclench from trying not to slug his son in front of his upset daughter.

Another nasty fight- one that you get caught in.

“-a goddamn disgrace. You think your sister needs to see this? How do you think this looks on me when you’re going around acting like a fool? I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you-”

“Daddy, please! It’s okay! Please don’t-”

“-I’m a disgrace?! That’s rich coming from you. You parade around acting like you’re so superior but all you are is-”

“Natsuo-nii! Please stop! Daddy doesn’t mean-”

“Don’t you turn this around on me, boy.”

In the end, Natsuo stomps off with red cheeks and gritted teeth- turning his back on his glaring father and his teary eyed little sister.

He stomps off and all he can think is I’ll show you a goddamn disgrace.

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Life for Natsuo quickly becomes a mess of clubs, hookups, hangovers, and arguments. With every girl he brings home, his father only gets more and more angry- fire bursting out in quick jets when he finds a pair of discarded panties on the lawn, some dumb slut eating at the table draped over his son’s lap, vodka bottles and condoms in the trash.

The fights get worse and worse. Natsuo starts staying away from home- only coming back to drag some girl home to rile his father up and to sometimes spend time with you whenever his guilt over your tears and upset becomes too much. He makes new friends with this new direction in life- crude boys he used to stay away from, men who fondle their girl’s tits right in front of everyone while talking about weed and parties and who has access to molly, who can get good coke.

They’re bad influences. He knows it. He knows.

But he doesn’t stay away from them. Soon enough he’s drawn into partying along with clubbing- weed and booze and more and more giggling sluts that want to ride his dick, suck him off.

One night he gets drunk enough to steal his father’s credit card and buy henny for everyone, weed and an obnoxiously expensive dinner, a solid gold chain that his flavor for the night talks him into buying despite Natsuo never wearing something like that before.

He doesn’t go home that night, but he ends up in someone’s penthouse and wakes up at four in the afternoon- classes missed and a whole block of time missing from his memory. It’s only when he checks his phone that he realizes what all has happened- snapchat showing him reeling and laughing, joking about his father’s money being blown.

It also shows him getting some sloppy head in some restroom he can’t remember. It shows him, too, that he had filmed a girl riding his dick- that he had spanked her ass and turned his phone around to show the world a drunken grin and bloodshot eyes, a gold chain around his neck.

Watching it is surreal. He knows that it’s him doing all those things, but he just can’t quite connect it at the same time. He’s never been into that stuff before- he’s never wanted to be into that stuff before. It makes something bitter and uneasy settle on his tongue, something uncomfortable weigh down his stomach.

He tries to ignore it and he checks the rest of his notifications- quickly swiping away Fuyumi’s worried texts and the messages on snapchat. There’s nothing from his father to be seen and that’s a relief that he pretends he doesn’t feel.

There is a little popup that sounds during his scrolling that shows that you’ve posted and Natsuo opens it almost absently, blinks whenever he sees a photo of a nice lunch captioned with Lunch with daddy💕

The daddy makes him scowl, but something in him twinges- guilt, a touch of sadness. He can’t remember the last time he talked to you, the last time he held you close. He used to be with you daily- hands holding yours, kisses pressed to your cheek and lips and forehead often, your cuddly body warming his late at night and holding him snug inside after a sweet ravishing. It’s been so long since he’s been with his little sister- it almost feels like that past affection had been a dream.

Guilt eats away at him and Natsuo runs his hand through his hair, buries his face into his palms after.

What have you been doing while he’s been fucking around? Sleeping in his bed because you miss him? Seeking comfort somewhere else- with someone else? Who has been taking care of you?

Your lunch post flashes through his mind and Natsuo feels sick then- knots twisting in his stomach whenever he thinks about who else you love in your life.

The last time he had been at home, you had clung to Enji- barely trying to break up the fight and sniffling through it, burying your face into your father’s chest.

You had clung to him then- are you clinging to him now?

Natsuo swallows and he stands from the bed, ignores the sleepy mumble that sounds off behind him.

It’s robotic how he dresses and drives home- sunglasses doing nothing to prevent a throbbing headache as he clenches the steering wheel and tries not to throw up last night’s indulgence all over his lap.

Getting home makes his stomach feel even worse, but he pushes it all down and forces himself to walk inside the house- mind racing as he tries to think of where you could be right now.

He finds out whenever he hears a loud gasp and a moan of “daddy.”

He doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to see. His body and mind don’t connect, though, and his feet move automatically- one in front of the other until he’s in the doorway of the kitchen.

There’s flour on the floor from where it’s been knocked off the counter. Plates in the sink and magnets on the fridge he doesn’t remember ever seeing. A new mixer tucked away in the corner and daffodils in a vase on the windowsill.

And there’s you too- perched on the counter with your apron and the skirt of your sundress flipped up, mouth open with a cry, cheeks flushed pretty and sweet as Enji curls his thick fingers inside your cunny.

“D-Daddy! Please! More!”

“Shh; I’ve got you, little one.”

Bile rises in Natsuo’s throat as he watches you mewl and arch- hands reaching for your father and lips pressing against his needily whenever he gathers you in his arms and starts to slowly slip inside of you.

“L-love you, daddy,” you sob. “Love you- please- please don’t ever- don’t leave me...”

“I will never leave you, little one,” Enji promises gruffly as he spreads you apart and makes you whimper. “Never.”

Turquoise eyes flit to the side and Natsuo freezes in the doorway whenever they lock onto his - heart breaking and shame flooding through him in thick, hot waves when his sweet, sweet little sister who he loves and has neglected begins to mewl “daddy, daddy, daddy!”

Tears prick at Natsuo and he turns from the kitchen- walks away with a hand covering his mouth and his body bent forward as he struggles not to heave.

He drove you into Enji’s arms. He drove his sweet, beloved little sister into the arms of the man he hates the most. He neglected you for what- bimbos and booze and petty revenge?

God, he’s so fucking stupid.

Natsuo stumbles into the bathroom and he grips the sink tight- eyes wet and bloodshot whenever he looks in the mirror, face pale and neck mottled with hickeys, the stupid chain mocking him as it shines in the light of the bathroom. Far off, he can hear you moaning and Natsuo grits his teeth as he glares at himself in the mirror.

He really is a disgrace.

[rumor-imbris]

LA FATINA LUNARE!!!

Yes, she's back!

There was once an OTP questions roaming around and I'm intrigued to ask you these following questions of Mary with Connor. (Connary)

The Asks.

Answer the numbers: 5, 6, 7, 9, 13, 14, 15, 18, 20, 23, 24, 26, 28, 29, 30

YES! This Fatina is asking a LOT!!!

Thank you, my dear! *TIGHT HUGS*

La fatina lunare Giulietta 🌙✨

Hello, my darling Moon fairy! Welcome back ^.^

Ohw, challenging question today, so let's get started!

Here are the answers for modern AU Connary!!

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

No one, they can't sleep apart. Just sharing the bed in silence and starring in the opposite sides xD

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Mary, definitely! Because Connor sleeps in hilarious positions

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

MARY!! (This exact thing happens in the FanFic, in the 5th or 6th chapter, I think)

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Mary, for all three questions! She has a lot of nightmares (as you can read in the FF) and Connor helps her calm down and fall asleep again. Though it's definitely her to sing him to sleep, she loves doing that! :)

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

No duets, Connor doesn't want to sing! Mary studied music and singing since she was a child, so...

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Mmhh... Mary/Both Both! Connor Connor

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

Mary! She also writes it on the sand, under her sketches with little hearts and likes wearing letter charms. Yeah, kind of teeny habits she can never get rid of!

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

It depends on the situation, but both of them can do.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Typical situation: Mary: (｡ᴗ˳ᴗ｡) zzZ *falls asleep on his lap*... Connor: (●˘◡˘●) *gently carries her to bed after a while*

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

M A R Y ! You know how insecure and jelous she is! (◕︿◕✿)

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Ha! Mary Connor

26) Who kissed first?

They did it together, at the same time U.U

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Mary does, on the piano or glassharminca ^-^ And yes, she writes and sings songs for Connor, beside poems and love stories to read for him!

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Haha! Mary Connor

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Love this one xD Mary Connor

That's it! i hope you enjoyed the answers Fly back to me with your moolight wings!

Tight hugs

Your poet sister🖤

- Rumor Imbris 🦋

[gyeheoni]

Get to Know Me Tag!

Tagged by @catboydongheon and @a-drawingpanda​ ! (thank you both so much for the tag ^~^ ! lovelies 🥺💗💗💗 !) 

What day is your birthday? ... a day ... 

What is your favorite color? rose quartz, serenity, and lilac ^~^ 

What’s your lucky number? huh ... none ig ? ;0 

Do you have any pets? does a younger brother count ... no lol 

How tall are you? 163cm :0 woozi height ^^

How many pairs of shoes do you own? like ... 2 lmao 

Favorite song? hhh never have just one but rn it’s the whole sour album annnd blue hour by txt ^^

Favorite movie? don’t watch movies enough to have one either fjkhgdfkjg

Who would be your ideal partner? ??? who wrote these ... juhaknyeon 

Do you want children? lmao no

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? no ...? 

Baths or showers? showers ^^

What color socks are you wearing? it’s summer <3 no socks season 

What type of music do you like? mostly pop music :0 but some r&b and a bunch of other stuff too :]]

How many pillows do you sleep with? 4 lol (technically six but...) 

What position do you usually sleep in? on my side usually >.< and only on one half of the bed haha

What do you typically have for breakfast? never wake up early enough for breakfast so ... 

Have you ever tried archery? yes at science camp ^^

Favorite fruit? *hoyoung voice* strawberries and ... watermelon (and mangoes and grapes too ^^) 

Favorite swear word? i don’t really curse so T-T 

Do you have any scars? :// i guess 

Are you a good liar? probably not, even tho i do it often 

What is your personality type? ISFP-T

What is your favorite type of girls? odd question, but all of them u.u obviously  

Are you an innie or an outie? innie LMAO

Left or right handed? right 

Favorite food? pasta ! annnd uh ... this one hk cafe specialty item that would take too long to describe 

Favorite foreign food? ?????? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i have tried a lot of different asian foods (since that’s primarily what i have everyday) so ?? fjgdkfjgh

Are you a clean or messy person? depends on how i’m feeling fjghdfjkhgdkj

Most used phrase? probably ‘so true’ / ‘too true’ i h8 what the internet has rendered my vocabulary down to lmao 

How long does it take for you to get ready? also depends on how i’m feeling could be 5 mins could be an hour 

Do you talk to yourself? yes helps physically vocalizing some of my feelings sometimes rip .... 

Do you sing to yourself? oh a lot jfkgdfg choir kid things ....

Are you a good singer? prob avg ? i tried out for chamber choir in hs and got in and also get compliments here and there but tbh i lack a lot of technical skills / talent i think at best i just have a good ear for pitch matching 

Biggest Fear? [insert a long essay about insecurities etc.] idk bugs ? 

Are you a gossip? depends on context ! some things i’m nosy about and some things i am not 

Do you like long or short hair? on me ? personally long hair ^^ 

Favorite school subject? biology is neat ^^ i also really liked digital art although i lack creativity lol

Extrovert or Introvert? i’m an introvert at the end of the day, my social battery is tinie ... 

What makes you nervous? everything ? ig LOL perks of overthinking too much and having anx13ty <333 

Who was your first real crush? oh there was this boy who lived two floors down from my apartment and he came knocking on my door asking to hang out ;;;; and we played basketball and went down to the creek by the nature trail and splashed each other with water ... didn’t end well lmao but it sounds nice like that doesn’t it ? 

How many piercings do you have? two ;0

How fast can you run? in peak PE days i could do a mile in eight minutes but now running a block makes me want to pass out so LMAO

What color is your hair? technically black hair is not a thing so reeeeally dark brown almost black at my roots and reddish brown bc i dyed my hair <3 really wanna redye my hair tho ;;;;;;;;;;;;; 

What color are your eyes? dark brown <3 

What makes you angry? i don’t get angry often actually ;;;; i have a lot of patience rather than angry i can get frustrated when smth i tried really hard at doesn’t work out or if people are being inconsiderate i tend to overthink a lot, so when other people are careless about their actions that makes me a bit upset 

Do you like your own name? not really ? it doesn’t hold any meaning but as a name it’s just a name :// nothing good or bad ig 

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? what is this the 20th century .... 

What are your strengths? oh boy wish i knew / had any 

What are your weaknesses? oh boy what isn’t 

Color of your bedspread? it’s white with blue ink drawings <333 pretty and my aes ^^

Color of your room? like a dark biege <333 neutral tones my beloved <333 

thank you both again for tagging me !!! many hearts <333 prob won’t tag anyone >.< no fun maybe but idk who to tag :,3

[starrysupercell]

Brawl Fantasy AU Part Four!

Max is a rapid-fire fairy. It's difficult trying to keep up with her through the streets of the Kingdom. Especially since Shelly wants to look around. She was so curious! Ash was steadfast focused on not losing track of the Fae.

Before too long, the Trio make it to the castle where they're greeted personally by (Lunar) Princess Piper De Prim. (She's a Sylph!)

She thanks them for finally arriving. She had expected correspondence, but perhaps their messenger bird had gotten lost along the way?

Shelly and Ash exchange looks. What? Was she expecting them-?

Piper continues. Nevertheless, the De La Prim Kingdom gives its heartfelt thanks as a whole. Taking a quick look over the two, she asks if they would like... showers, and then a late lunch to discuss the urgent matter at hand?

Ash accepts for the both of them quickly, because he feels very displeased with his current VERY unclean state. Plus it'd be rude to refuse an offer.

Shelly is about to complain, because they were rushed here and now it's suddenly not that big a deal anymore, but shrugs. I'm tired of cold river water and bland fish. Gimme that tub and fancy food.

They're shown to their very ornate rooms, and are greeted by the very enthusiastic Princess Colette, who Max sticks to most of the time.

Colette very often forgets to be ~regal~ most of the time and has to be reminded by Piper.

After her shower and getting half-dressed, Shelly accidentially falls asleep because she's so exhausted.

She's awoken by Ash suddenly. He tells her to get it together!! They're guests with an urgent warning, and Shelly is keeping the acting Royal waiting!! It's evening now! (Piper had been lenient, but Ash decided to steal away and wake Shelly.)

"I was sleepy," Shelly grumbles to defend herself but Ash has a point. The princess hastily gets ready and then heads down, joined by the knight.

Barley, Max and Colette are there. It's only this handful of folks, since it's a vital discussion. Colette is sat beside Piper. And the Knights stand/hover by the Royals. Max is at human-size now.

Shelly begins to apologize as they take their seats, but Piper waves it away. "It's time to talk about what you two came here for..."

Shelly nods. "The Dragon Attack," she confirms.

"About the Curse." Piper states at the same time.

Wait.

Piper puts down her glass and speaks first. "Pardon. You aren't here because I sent away for aid from the Vandete Kingdom?"

'-'

"No," Shelly said, feeling uneasy.

Colette and Max are puzzled. Barley simply thinks, '...Oh.' hides his relief.

After bracing herself, Shelly continues. "We trekked here because.. Dragons have attacked our Kingdom. We didn't get your message because there was no way for us to get it. But I'm sure that if we had gotten it, the Vandete Kingdom wouldn't have hesitated in supporting you."

Piper sighs. Still very displeased, but she finds reason in what Shelly is saying. Still. The fact that the message is still out there can lead to trouble if another Kingdom finds it.

Plus, she had just been told one of their strongest Allies have fallen. This couldn't have just been coincidence. This had to be sabatoge. or karma.

But as she's done often lately, she kept up her grace. "We appreciate your words. You seek advice on Dragons, is that right? What do you wish to know?"

The attacks are discussed, which Piper finds odd. Dragons are territorial, but never attack unprovoked. Most types also don't have a pack-mentality, unless still in Family Broods. Did somebody in the Kingdom wrong a pack of them?

No. This was countless Dragons. Different kinds. They wouldn't stop attacking. We didn't catch the end, but our kingdom was rubble.

"Oh, dear." Barley spoke up. Both he and Piper realized the situation. Colette looked just as confused as Shelly and Ash.

Piper looked concerned. "I'm afraid we cannot aid you. You see, what you just described are the signs of an attack led by an Overseer Dragon. That requires more resources to take care of than what our Kingdom can give in our current state.”

Ash is taken aback. He didn't expect that answer.

Shelly asks what exactly is the current state?

Without skipping a beat, Piper answers that it's none of Shelly's concern. Very professionally.

Shelly: We're the same class.

Piper: From manners alone, it's hard to tell.

Shelly: Excuse me Princess, We've done our fair share of travel to get here. We told you that our Kingdom lies in ruins which puts us at risk. You don't want to help us, and now you refuse your own show of faith and insult me. How is that for manners!?

Piper exhales very slowly. She repeats calmly that there’s no benefit to explaining herself. For this kingdom’s sake, it’s safer to keep their situation well-guarded until it’s guaranteed it can be fixed. It isn’t meant to be taken personally. She then adds an offer in the chance to stay as long as they want. For their troubles.

Shelly firmly states that they’ll take their leave in the morning.

Piper: ..Oh. I see. Nonetheless, the De La Prim Kingdom will always be open to you. U.U

Dinner is dismissed.

~

Much later that night, Shelly opens her door to roam castle when she’s stopped by Ash.

Ash: what d’ya think yer doin’ up, lassie!? ye can’t travel on a drop o’ sleep, can ya!? 

Shelly: What about you!? have you even slept at all!?

Ash defends themselves by declaring it’s her job as a knight, and it isn’t like there’s anyone else sworn to protect Shelly.

Shelly: well i don’t know why you’re still here. your stupid princess just cost us this kingdom’s good graces.

Ash hesitates at telling it how it is, but eh. screw it.  if she insists!

"Yeah, ye were dafty. we’re out o' shelter, and despite what the actin' royal says, I wouldn’t trust the promise o' being welcome. all this because YOU couldn’t keep yer pettiness in check."

gee, thanks. Shelly isn’t proud of herself atm already, and that definitely helped.

"...but i’d be fibbin' if I said I wouldn’t do the same. if i had a death wish, that’s the way i’d go, wipin' the floor clean with that sickeningly sweet look of hers! ...but ye didn’t hear that from me, Princess."

shelly and ash laugh over the thought, and shelly is like. well, you are right though. I guess i should go to sleep to leave in a few hours. but you should try to get some rest too.

Ash is about to answer when a third voice interjects.

“Aww! you know you guys don’t have to go in the morning!”

and a fourth.

“and at this rate, nobody in the castle will get any sleep, chatter-bugs!”

Colette and Max are there, giggling. Max is back to mini sized. (it’s her preferred form, but they were keeping guard earlier.)

Shelly and Ash are a little nervous because how much did she hear?

the younger princess handwaves it off. “Don’t worry about it. I... uh, I know how it looks like with Pi- with my sister, but please don’t be mad at her. she’s just really, really stressed."

"The truth is, somebody cursed the king and queen. they’re in a deep sleep, and we can’t find a way to break it. we have no leads and we don’t want to cause mayhem or attention to our plight.”

shelly and ash are suspicious. “and you’re telling us, because...?”

Max explains that she can sense emotions, so she knew that they were telling the truth.

Colette’s theory is that the Dragon attack and the Curse may have something in common.

The curse seems to have been done by a powerful Wizard, and the Kingdom attack could have been planned. If someone wants to take over, it seems like they're getting started.

so, if you solve one, you can solve the other.

Shelly and Ash are listening carefully.

"Obviously, I'm not allowed to leave. So... would you guys mind poking around for me based on that?? That would be REALLY helpful."

They.. agree, with some reluctance because of Piper. But if it is to stop someone from ruining more kingdoms, they're all for it.

"Great!! ....I have.. a theory. There's a kingdom that is stellar in um, wizards and magic stuff. I really think that's where you should go. Have you heard about the Grailams Kingdom?"

Shelly confirms it. Aside from the Ranger in the forest, she's heard countless tales of sorcery when she was growing up.

Colette gives them funds to travel comfortably. She also urges them to take Max along with them. Fairies are super helpful in many ways! And Max is the cream of the crop! Take her!

Shelly shrugs. "I guess. Won't they notice your Knight is missing?"

"It'll be fine!" Colette says dismissively. "Now I gotta go. Good night!!"

And she slinks away, stumbling a bit in her dress. How... weird.

Max smiles at them. "So! When are we heading out? Morning time right? I guess there's still time to kill. I'm just going to take a quick power nap." She darts into Shelly's room before she could be stopped.

"..."

Well, it makes sense why they're friends.

Shelly and Ash do settle in again for the night. They have a journey to continue tomorrow.

[kitashinsuwuke]

Midnight Run

Hello people! Today is my boy Kuroo Tetsurou’s birthday and I MUSt write something for him u.u --------------------------

Warnings: a lot of sugar Genre: fluff, x F!Reader --------------------------------

Silently, you put your shoes on and the house keys in your pocket to avoid waking up your parents before sneaking out of the house. As the cool night air enveloped your body, you hugged the large red jacket that covered your shoulders, looking around before starting to walk.

It was the night before a match and of coURSE Mr. “Pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo-san” couldn’t sleep. So he started texting you, thinking that you were already asleep since the late time

“Hey kitten” “Are you awake?” “‘Cause I am” “Can’t wait ‘til tomorrow, I want to see you” “I hope you left your window open!” “You haven’t... :(” “I should start singing something for you like a good boyfriend, should I? Maybe your neighbors will hate me however...”

“Tetsu, please don’t sing” That’s all you wrote after seeing his messages and crawling out of bed

“Kitten!” “Why are you awake? You should sleep!” “But if you can’t, come down, I want a hug (W ͜ʖ ͡°)“

You walked for a couple of minutes before seeing someone, rubbing your eyes to bring that unmistakable bed hair into focus

“Ooh, that’s where my jacket was” he kept his smirk on his lips as he hugged you “You left it here yesterday” you sank in his body heat, keeping your arms around your body “And don’t you dare try to enter my house trough the window, you creep” you punched his arm weakly.

“Creep? You hurt me kitten”

“Don’t caree” you sang sticking out your tongue while looking up at him

“Duh.” he walked away from you “ You’re ruude” he pushed her with his hand and started to walk away

“No! It’s cold! Come back here you crybaby!” you chased him to get back his heat, but every time you got close to him, he increased his pace to keep you from reaching him

“Come on, we’re starting the warming up for tomorrow now!” he raised his voice to make you hear but without disturbing the rest of the neighborhood, turning to watch you struggle to keep up with him, so he started walking backwards, singing some praises to tease you

“You look so cute when you’re breathless” “Watch your steps, I don’t want you to fall” 

You glared at him as if you were throwing knives at him even if the blush on your cheeks betrayed your attempted threat “YOU watch your steps” you sighed as you slowly reached his body, but before you could hug him, he fell backwards in the middle of a hedge, stumbling upon a rise. You put a hand over your mouth to hold back laughter, leaning towards him “T-Tetsu?” As his head full of tiny dry leaves came out of the bush, you burst out laughing, trying not to make too much noise “You should’ve watched where you were going, unfortunate kitty” You sat beside him “Are you hurt?” You were shocked by the fact that he was unlikely silent

“I hope that with this, all I have tomorrow will be pure luck” He sighed and sat straight, watching your hand as it pulled the leaves from his even more messy hair

“As if you need luck. You, with your team, will do great as always with ot without luck” you caressed his cheek softly, looking directly in his amber eyes as you smiled

“In my three years at Nekoma we never went to nationals, so I have to grab everything that can help us this last time before I graduate” he pulled you at him, resting his back against the branches of the bush as he tried to incorporate your body in his with a hug, hiding his nose in your hair to calm himself down

“What, this fall made you depressed all of a sudden? Where did the cocky Kuroo Tetsuro of ten minuted ago go?” He laughed at your final pun, shacking his head

“Sorry sorry, sometimes I let my thoughts out loudly” he squeezed your hand tightly before kissing your clothed shoulder

“If you want to tell me what your two braincells plan sometimes, I’ll gladly listen to them” you rubbed your head against his chest, hiding your lower face up to the nose with the collar of Kuroo’s jacket, holding his hand and looking at him from where you were.

“So that your two brain cells can take inspiration?” he laughed in your hair, watching your smaller form trying to get comfortable in his arms

“Yeah yeah, you can say it’s that” you pinched his arm yawning in his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing at the sound of his heartbeat “Why are you here? You should be sleeping for tomorrow” you said in a voice like a whisper

“Couldn’t, I have too much in my mind tonight” he swirled a lock of your hair around his finger, changing it sometimes.

“Thoughts like when and where to jump to block the spike of who knows who tomorrow? When to call an “out” chase the ball?” you sighed, already knowing the answer

“I have to be ready for everything, we’re not going to lose again”

“To be ready, the captain has to be at his peak, which includes being rested, to lead the team to victory” you tried to go on with your battle against sleep to stay with him “So if you can’t sleep, I can hit you on the head to make it come for you, baby” you smiled slightly looking up at his eyes

“Mmmhh... Maybe I can start to consider sleeping on my own, but thank you for your help” 

[justwritethatdown]

Bechloe Week 2020 – Day 8: Wedding 

The Wedding

Nate’s wedding day is finally arrived! Beca and Chloe's morning after and some unsolved family business.

I'm sorry if this is ridiculous 🙈

Rating: M 

Words Count: 1.5K

Read here or on AO3

Beca always loved waking up into Chloe’s arms; the warmth of the redhead’s body pressed against hers and the sweet scent of her skin surrounding her. Beca usually let herself indulge in it, until it became too much and had to move away and be her grumpy self, pretending to hate being touched. This time was different though; this time their naked bodies were intertwined together and Beca didn’t have to pretend. She didn’t have to protect her secret, Chloe knew Beca loved her and Beca knew that Chloe felt the same. So Beca pushed her face further into Chloe, inhaling deeply. Chloe let out a soft hum and tightened her arms around the brunette’s middle.

Beca smiled into Chloe’s skin and blindly started to pepper lazy kisses on her Chest and neck, the memories of their night together giving her a sense of calm. Chloe’s nails lightly scratched at her back making her shiver and push her head back. The redhead took the opportunity to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips

“Good morning” mumbled Chloe against Beca’s lips

“Morning” smiled Beca finally opening her eyes to see Chloe looking at her with a fond smile

“You’re so cute” whispered Chloe brushing a lock of hair away from Beca’s forehead, and the brunette let out a strangled growl hiding her face into Chloe’s neck again. The redhead giggled and gently kissed her temple “I wish I could lay here with you all day”

“What time is it?” huffed Beca, knowing very well that they had to get up and start getting ready for the wedding

“it’s...” grunted Chloe reaching for her phone on the nightstand next to Beca, hovering over her “oh, sorry” she said when she noticed she’d literally pushed her breasts in Beca’s face

 “Oh, I don’t mind” smirked Beca, moving her hands on Chloe’s side, at the height of her ribcage, to keep her there. Chloe chuckled and stared at her biting her bottom lip as she was considering something

“We have to get up though” she sighed “it’s almost half past eight”. Beca groaned at that but let go of Chloe to let her move away from her body. She kept her eyes on Chloe as the girl stood up.

Beca felt every inch of her body catching fire while her eyes traced every curve of Chloe’s naked body, her toned abs and perfect legs, but what turned Beca on the most was the lust she could see in Chloe’s eyes and the girl’s smirk when she noticed Beca staring at her

“Come shower with me” she offered with a hypnotizing look to which Beca could have never said ‘no’ to.

 It turned out to be the best shower of Beca’s life. It begun with Chloe pushing her against the shower’s wall and getting on her knees, she brought Beca’s right leg over her shoulder to open her wider and buried her face between Beca’s legs. After making her come, she rose to her feet and started to spread soap all over Beca’s body, making her turn to face the wall. She started rubbing her back and hips, going down to squeeze her ass, before moving around her body, to pay attention to her front. The redhead pushed herself against Beca’s back while massaging her breasts. Beca rested her forehead on the wall before her when she felt Chloe’s hand traveling down her body to reach her center. The redhead took Beca’s left arm and pushed it against the wall, while bending her slightly further, Beca did the same thing with her other arm to brace herself and Chloe pressed their bodies together and started to trace slow circles on Beca’s clit, while gently nibbling her ear. Chloe made Beca come two more times before even allowing her to touch her.

 The ceremony was on the beach and the bride was barefoot under her long, cream dress that was shorter on the front – almost too short, for Mrs. Beale’s likes – while Nate was wearing black converse under a white tuxedo. The unconventionality of their clothes was far from being what upset Chloe’s parents the most that day.

During his vows, Nate talk about how he was so lucky to marry his best friend and Beca felt her throat tightening, she slipped her hand into Chloe’s and leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she noticed it was wettened by tears

“Hey” she whispered, having to clear her throat “are you okay?” she asked worried while whipping tears away from Chloe’s face. Chloe nodded trying her best to hold her sobs

“I just-” she squealed “I just love you so much” she breathed out in a way lower tone, but a loud sniff escaped her. Beca dragged Chloe’s face towards hers and kissed her deeply, hushing a sweet “I love you, too” when they parted.

They must have missed the rest of the vows, because now Nate was lifting his bride to be in the air, and they were sharing a not-T rated kiss in the general disapproval of both of their family and the whistles of their friends. The priest had to divide them and remind them they weren’t married yet. Beca chuckled shaking her head.

 After the ceremony, Chloe’s mom approached them, she seemed very upset, frustrated even. Chloe swallowed hard, bracing herself

“Why do you have to always make everything about yourself?” she spat out

“What? I-”

“I noticed, you know? During the vows you were trying to draw attention so that everyone could see your inappropriate kiss”

“Our kiss was inappropriate!?” spat out Beca incredulous

“Becs” shushed her Chloe, but Beca was furious

“No, Chloe. It’s obvious that she’s just trying to take out on you her rage because God forbid her perfect son did something that upset her”

“Beca, please” begged her the redhead, literally holding her back by the arm

“Hello guests, can you all come around here” asked Nate, speaking through a microphone “specially my mother, who is as always tormenting my poor sister. Mother please get off her case” he chuckled, but it was clear how serious he was

“Nate, son. You’re drunk, give me that” begged his father

“No father, I am very sober, and I’ve been waiting this moment for so long” he said “finally, there’s nothing you can take away from me. I had to wait this day to tell you to go fuck yourself because I was afraid that you would have somehow stopped my wedding” he paused looking at Serena, who was looking at him with a proud smile on her lips “but now we’re married and I can finally tell you, that you both have made my life a fucking nightmare”

Chloe was looking at him in shock, dropped jaw and widened eyes. She’d never considered the pressure he was under; she only noticed the praises he got, the ones she could never have.

“If it wasn’t for Chloe, and then Serena, I don’t know how I would have survived. So, since this is a speech of thanks, I want to thank my sister, for being always there for me and for suffering through this week with you, just to attend my wedding, thank you baby sister, I love you” he ended looking at Chloe before literally dropping the mic and accepting Serena’s hug before shouting “let’s go swimming!”

 Beca and Chloe reached Nate who was undressing, and Chloe hugged him tightly “I love you, too” she squealed

“nice speech, dude” praised Beca gently punching his arm, a little embarrassed by the abs showing through his open shirt, but then the sight of Chloe slipping out of her dress made Beca’s mouth go dry

“Come on Becs, swim with me” offered the redhead biting her lip

Beca never thought she would add ‘bathed in the ocean in underwear’ to the list of things she’d done, but by now she was used to the idea that Chloe could make her do just about anything.

 It took Chloe five whole minutes to get bored and decide to make Beca add something else to her list

“I want you” she whispered to Beca’s hear, making her choke on hair

“We are in public” hissed the brunette looking at her with wide eyes

“I miss your fingers” teased Chloe “I want them inside of me” she added before swimming away from Beca

“Beca” called out Chloe, almost like an order, and Beca struggled to reach her. When they were – according to Chloe – far enough from the group, the redhead wrapped her arms around Beca’s neck and her legs around her middle, pressing her pussy against Beca’s pelvis, waiting for Beca to give her what she wanted.

Beca licked her lips looking into Chloe’s eyes, her hands were already making their way around the girl’s ass, squeezing it gently and making Chloe hiss “be quiet” ordered the brunette, letting her fingertips slide beneath Chloe’s costume

“uh-uh” promised Chloe closing her eyes and bending her hear to rest on Beca’s shoulder, just for it to shot back up when her back arched as Beca slipped two slender fingers inside of her.

[abalonetea]

This prompt was left by Quill, the song Killing Butterflies by Lewis Blisset, and I really want everyone to know that while I restricted myself to just writing a totally independent short story, this is now on the playlist for a TON of my pre existing stories.

More violence than usual in this one. u.u

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The leafling curls tighter in on himself, body wracked with pain shivers. He tangles a hand in matted white hair, and the sound he makes sets every nerve in Yew's body on fire.

He licks at his fangs with a fluorescent yellow tongue. The false flesh drips. "I'm going to rip them to shreds."

Basil doesn't even look up. He's the only one with the self control to get close enough to tend Lilo's wounds. The thick spines along his backside are bristled and sharp, body pulled taut with rage and hunger and something else, something like despair, something like grief.

It makes the air taste like the ocean.

Yew breathes in deeper and licks his fangs again. "I'm going to slaughter them."

Basil says, "that's a bad idea."

"Do you see him?" Yew snarls, lurching up onto his feet. His body is long and lanky, barely fitting into the little kudzu eaten cabin even doubled over as he is. He plants one clawed hand into the ground. "Do you see what they did?"

Instead of answering, Basil says, "you realize they did this in worship of us?" His voice cracks. There's a sort of sick humor in the sound. "Spilled holy blood in hopes of a blessed winter."

"They did this because they're cowards," says Yew. "And I'm going to show them what holy retribution truly looks like.

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Basil goes with Yew, because he always does. They are two of a pair; the last lonely gods of a dying land. Brittle in age and strong in their rage. The leafling settlement is made of old trees and hollowed logs. King shrooms have been turned into houses, and great structures of leaf and wood pulp mark the land as one who still worship the crows and the vultures, the bees and the nettle.

Old gods. Dead gods.

Yew braces a hand against the trunk of a tree. His claws pierce through the wood. Sticky black sap drips down it.

Basil says, "they sent a priest to win over the gods and then blamed him for their own failings."

"No," says Yew. His voice bristles with fallen leaves. "They sent a child to visit the gods and then took his sight for daring to speak of what he saw. There is no goodness left in this forest. The crows were right in leaving."

Basil asks, "what do you mean to do?"

Yew's smile is as warped as the crescent moon. "It's been a long time since we ate, brother. Don't you think it's time for a meal?"

Basil returns in kind, "they've forgotten the cut of your teeth. That was their mistake."

For the old gods are one born from blood and rot, but also of fierce protection and unkempt fury. The leafling's have spent too long twisting stories around for their own bitter gain.

That will change tonight.

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An ax splits through the air and lodges in the side of Basil's head. His roar is pain and fury, and Yew answers it in kind. The god bites clean through a leafling's arm, yellow drool running down his chin.

Basil catches the ax by the handle before the leafling can pull it back out, and then the leafling by the wrist. He pulls so hard that something in the leafling's arm pops. and he wails long before the teeth sink into his flesh.

Old gods are hungry things. They can go great periods of time without feeding, but once they get that first taste of blood there is no stopping until their appetites are whet. And these are not just old gods. They are first gods, they are last gods, they are gods who took a child into their home and blessed the land and kept the shadows from taking this last settlement.

(and then that child returned home as it had been bid, and the leafling called it a sinner and blinded it with holy oil , and then dared to send it back into the forest as a tribute, as a plea, keep us safe from the dire wolves come winter, keep us safe from the hell that creeps over closer to our town)

(they have forgotten that the gods are vengeful and hungry, that the gods starve themselves to the leaflings can thrive, that the other gods did not die but simply left, for they saw what the leaflings had become, and they knew that the forest was only reacting accordingly)

(they will never forget it again)

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Dawn is long since risen by the time that the gods have sated their hunger. The earth is wet with spilled blood. Crushed butterfly wings have turned to powder, tacky in the wake of the gods destruction.

Yew breaks the neck of the last leafling standing, the one who hid in the church with the doors barred tight. The forest is dead.

Black runs down the side of Basil's skull. It drips down into his eyes. "The dire wolves will scavenge what's left."

"Let them eat the rot," says Yew. He uses the back of his hand to wipe blood and drool from his face, then reaches out and does the same to Basil. "Come, brother. The child will be missing us. We were out longer than I expected."

Basil says, "there's no sense staying here now. The crows are calling."

"They have been calling," says Yew. "And when the child is well, we will go to them. The dawning lands will be good for it."

Yew vanishes into the trees, at ease with the destruction he's left.

Basil pauses, looking over the last settlement of the dying forest. Then he vanishes into the trees as well, following Yew back to the cabin.

This place has been truly forsaken for a long time now.

The gods should have left it long ago.

[sifshoney-notactive]

Prompt: Bjorn being cute with his mum u.u ✨

Flow

When Björn woke up he could feel his mother's hair tickling his nose, while he held her frail body that smelled like lavender. When he was a kid he loved to be held by her, her tickles and every little attention she reserved for him. He remembered her smile, as her hair shined to the sunlight as if it was actual gold.

Björn was a grown man now, and yet sometimes he still slept with his mother, just like he did when he was a little boy, seeking for warmth and love. His mother, by the other hand, didn't age that much, but now her hair shined less, and her face was less serene. For everyone, she was Queen Aslaug, or the shieldmaiden Randalín, and yet in his heart he still remembered as his father called her Kràka. Sometimes, Ragnar still called her like that, teasing her lightly, and Björn smiled because to him those were the best years. He missed Eirek and Agnarr, and now with time he knew avenging them was the right choice, even though he didn't even know what that meant.

He just felt it.

"Good morning, my boy" Aslaug moved, trying not to wake little Sigurd who was sleeping right beside her, now facing her older son.

Björn smiled and kissed her forehead "How did you sleep mother?"

"Very well, I dare say. But I feel your heart and mind are heavy, Björn, what is it?"

He sighed. Sometimes he felt like his mother could read his thoughts, as if she actually knew everything about him and his brothers and there was nothing they could really hide from her.

"It's nothing, mother, I... I guess sometimes I like to dwell in the past, and think of my brothers. All of them" he tried to articulate his feelings, but that answer was empty confronted to his actual feelings. He felt like parts of his heart were missing, and sometimes they bled so profusely that nothing could stop the flow.

"I think about them too. I know. Especially now that your father wants to go to England, I... I fear the outcome of such deed" he felt his mother's voice cracking, to the weight of her own fears. She wasn't crying, he never saw her do that, but he could feel she had strong emotions thinking about Ragnar's sail.

"I understand. Sometimes father gets these rushes to do things, but I wouldn't worry, he will probably forget about it!"

He actually didn't know his father's true intentions, but he was saying the truth. He truly believed his father wouldn't have dwelled too much on that fantasy.

His mother didn't answer, just sighed and looked at him smiling. He soon felt like everything was alright again, as if that smile could have fixed all the wrong things that happened in the world.

"You look much like him" she teased him, and his smile transformed in a light chuckle.

"And your father" he added, and she repeated "And my father".

"Do you remember any of them? Sigurd and Brynhild?" he lied his head on the pillows, curiously looking at her.

"Sometimes I have vague memories of my mother, even of Heimir, but... I don't think I ever met my father or his children. I know Svanhild and Sigurd were alive by the time I met your father, but then they died. I never knew them, but I mourn them nonetheless" she answered, forcing herself to gather all those memories time tried to wash away.

"How was she? Do you look much like her?" he asked again.

"Well, Heimir said I had her beauty, her smile and her eyes. But I have my father's hard traits, his hair and his temper" Aslaug smiled, and he smiled back at her.

"And what do you remember of her?"

Aslaug closed her eyes, and then opened them again "they are vague memories, and maybe they are influenced by Heimir's words, but... I do remember she had blonde hair, and that she used to braid them. I also remember she wore a great belt, and that she was always happy and good to me, but to others she could be very harsh. She had very bright and beautiful jewels, and I loved to play with them".

Björn looked at her, and tried to picture how his grandmother could have looked. Someone like his mother, with gentler traits and a fierce look.

"Do you ever... miss her? Or miss your father?" He dared to ask what he never did, and Aslaug looked at him, as if she was wondering how could she answer to that.

"I... I don't know, actually. I think I do miss her, I can't say much of my father though. And even missing is a daring word, because I spent such little time with her that I don't know if I have any rights to claim I miss her"

Björn was surprised of his mother's honesty, but he couldn't know what it meant for her. Maybe she actually missed them, or maybe she didn't have enough memories to do so. Nonetheless, he thought his mother had every right to miss her parents, knowing them or not, and that she shouldn't have felt the need of any right for doing so.

"And your siblings? Do you wish you could have met them?" he asked again, and she nodded "Sometimes, but I know their mother wouldn't have let me, so I brush away that idea quickly".

"Have you ever met her?"

"Oh yes, I did. But only once, and she was already married to my father".

Björn wondered what it felt for her, to know everything of her parents without actually knowing them. He knew his parents through their words, but she had to rely on the sagas, the skalds and those who knew them when they were alive. She only knew others' perspectives, but never their own.

"I am sure they both look upon you, upon us. They must be proud!" he raised his voice, passionate of the idea of having his grandparents' approval"

"She probably is, you are all proving yourselves worthy of their approval and pride" she nodded at her own words, sure of them. If anyone deserved her parents' pride besides her, it should be her sons.

"I am glad then. To me your judgement is of great value, mother" he said, smiling. There was nothing to him more valuable than his parents' opinion, and everything they said was like gold to him.

"And there is nothing like you and your siblings to me, Björn. Nothing. You are all my little boys and girls, even now that you are men and women!" she smiled back at him, stroking Sigurd's hair.

"I am glad, I too feel like I am a just a boy when I am with you and father. I know Ivar does too, and likes it despite saying the contrary" he giggled.

"Ivar is wise, always remember that. You are the warrior and he is the mind, you should always stick together and good things will come out of such union!" Aslaug reminded him seriously, with the love of a mother in her voice. She was always concerned, and always reminded them to never leave the other's side. Especially after Rognvald's death.

"We always stick together, mother, I promise. We all do".

He was sure of that. He would have never, not even a spell would have made him leave his brothers' sides. There was nothing on earth that could take him away from them, or make him disrespect Ivar.

"That is good, Björn, the Gods will smile upon you all, and I want you to embrace the glory together. Me and your father love you, remember that always"

"You never fail to remind us, mother" he answered, and his heart felt lighter than a feather. With his parents he felt free, even more than he felt in the battlefield.

"It's time for me to rest again, Björn, but you should go and wake up your brothers. I will stay here with Sigurd and then we will join you all. Take care, my boy", she kissed his hand and forehead, and then he got up.

"I will, mother" he smiled again and kissed her forehead back, leaving right after the room. His heart was healed, and the blood was still. He felt happy.

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I will soon get done with all the writing I have in store!)

[raendown]

I- I cant think of any pairing, so just take the prompt and write about what ship you want ^^ But rare or crack ships would definitely be prefered. Also, so sorry for being so awkward ^^" And the prompt: "What do you mean, work with him/he? He/She tried to kill me!"

I live for awkwardness. Also I love you. Also I’m drunk. u.u

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“I’m not doing anything with him!”

It was hard for Hashirama to decide who to look at, Madara or Kakashi. They’d both said the same thing at exactly the same time. They had even said it with the exact same tone of indignation. With a sigh he looked up at the ceiling. 

“It is a festival about village unity and you two are the pair that has the hardest time getting along.” There was a headache behind his eyes that flared up literally every time he looked at either of these idiots. Why did he love either one of them? “So I’m going to need you to work together for just this one night and provide an example for-”

“What do you mean work with him?” Kakashi’s voice burst over top of his. “He tried to kill me!”

“I did nothing of the sort!”

“Not now, spikehead! During the Fourth Great War!”

“There you go again spouting nonsense. You’re clearly touched in the head. There’s never been any such thing as a ‘Great War’, let alone a fourth one!”

“Sleep with both of your stupid eyes open, Dara-chan, cause one of these days you’re going to wake up with pink glittery hair!”

“I will shave yours off if you so much as dare to touch mine!”

Hashirama sat back in his chair and sighed helplessly. His time travelling adoptive brother and his best friend would get along so much better if one of them would just break down and admit their attraction to the other.

As he watched them bicker back and forth, however, he held out very little hope of such a thing happening. He was doomed to have headaches for the rest of his life, apparently.