#well! i suppose you can just call it a way for me to talk about my feelings a little. but the way i am right now? i'm actually fine so if

[marbofmoorock]

TADC Swap AU story: Another day in paradise?

One day, Caine was enjoying a day off from the adventures, as Pomni announced surprisingly that the adventure was canceled today due to technical difficulties.

Caine, (more quiet and timid than his Canon counterpart), decided to go for a walk outside, at the digital lake. He could drink some water. That always helped him calm down, he thought.

As Caine walked, he ran into Jax. Jax was almost the opposite of his Canon counterpart in this swap, as he was rather kind and Considerate to a fault, and was kind of a thoughtful older brother figure to Caine.

"Eeey, Chuckleface, everything alright today?"

"I guess Jax, it just still feels strange getting used to all this. It's been almost a month, and I'm still having difficulty keeping up. I think Pomni does not like me..." Caine thought about a moment where he caught Pomni glaring at him for a split second after having one too many panic attacks before the adventures even started.

"DON'T worry about it. It's not the end of the world. Pomni's an ai, she doesn't understand humans like us very well. All we can do to help her is play along and continue to suggest more humane adventures. With trial and error, she's bound to get it right."

Caine thought about Jax's thought, seeing the validity of patience and further implementation of ideas to help Pomni make fun adventures for everyone. "I... guess that makes sense. Say, do you wanna walk a lap around the lake with me?"

"Sure." Said Jax, happy with his sly, but kind yellow smile and dapper patchwork outfit with a bow tie, looking like some storybook character who lives in a Burrow or shoe.

They walk for a bit, leaving the tent outside, and they spot Gangle, who was kinda grumpy looking at this hole in the ground.

"Hey Gangle," called out Jax to her, "whatcha dooin?"

Gangle, seeing Jax, breathes out in a rather heavy and huffy way, with a small scowl. "Oh, nothing really, just checking out this weird hole."

Jax and Caine came over and observed the hole as well, finding it odd that it was there. It looked deep, but it was too small for anyone to fit inside it.

"What do you suppose is inside? Have either of you guys found holes like this before?" Said Caine, curious.

"Well, I sure didn't dig it." Said Gangle, grumpily huffing, then walking off. "If anyone needs me, I'm gonna f&%k off and drown myself again."

"Gangle we can't die, remember?" Said Jax Jokingly, reminded of other times Gangle pretends to say horrid edgy things only to chicken out later and do nothing, as she merely just sits at the bottom of the lake, able to breathe and everything.

"DON'T remind me..." yelled out Gangle as she left kinda furrowed.

"What's with her?"

"I dunno Caine, she's been grouchy ever since I got here. She's pretty nice otherwise."

Caine shrugged his shoulders as he and Jax watched Gangle walk away, and then they decided to leave the hole alone, too.

Their moment is interrupted by a mallet hitting each of their heads.

'Ah, my gums!!"

"Ow, AA! what gives, this is-oh...it's you."

Rags walks up from behind. She gives a cheeky smirk as she pats her mallet on her ragdoll mits, like some Italian mobster ready to break your kneecaps.

"Buzz Off Rags." Said Jax, slightly heated, yet holding a composure of calmness and etiquette. "We don't want more trouble for Pomni. She's just gonna get angry at us."

"Sho cares?! Also, Make me~" Said Rags, the mean spirited prankster(as if she were like canon Jax, but way worse), "And Chuckleboy here could gain to lose some teeth, since he talks too much anyway."

Rags Looks at Caine slowly inching towards him with each footstep: "But Don't worry ToothBrain~ Pomni will give you gold replacements, you might even look actually a little cool, so let help ya already, i might just find a cavity~." She said sadistically, starting to chase Caine, swinging her mallet trying to hit Caine's teeth, of which Caine runs for his life from. "Aaaaaaaa, HEEEEEEELP!!! POMNIIIIII!!!"

"Tattletail! Snitches get Stitches! Now come here, and let me be your Dentist for a Day, you oversized denture man." Rags Yells, running after Caine in her jean overalls, determined to make an example of him, who runs just fast enough to outrun her.

Jax hesitates to help, not wanting to get involved, knowing Pomni is pretty good at hearing the crew when they scream that desperately, and could definitely help.

"Don't worry Caine, The squeaky wheel gets the grease." Says Jax, relaxing since Pomni's definitely going to hear Caine.

Pomni pops up, snapping her fingers, and freezing Caine and Rags in place.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, once again fighting like little children... You guys are something else. Aren't you all in your 20s?! CAN'T YOU GUYS GO WITHOUT FIGHTING A SINGLE DARN DAY?! I'm putting you both in time out, right now..."

"Pomni, if I may, Raggy here was trying to operate on Caine today. She's the one instigating this fight, and she's usually the one doing it. Tally about a root canal."

Pomni, liking Jax for his honesty and agreeableness, believes him, and glares at Rags, as she secretly detested her messing up the adventures for fun before too, deciding to let Caine go, and transports Rags away with another snap, before Ragatha could finish her line: "Jax, you Motherf-#)#/&@) Sni-"

POOOF!!!

And she was gone, likely locked/detained in her room.

"(Sighs), I'm sorry guys, she is such a pain. You boys enjoy her day~ Adventures await tomorrow~," She says joyfully, with a little undertone of menace, clearly pissed off at Rags, as she disappears in an instant.

Caine and Jax then keep going, eventually running into Kinger, who sits on a bench by the lake.

"Oh, hi guys, how's it going?

"We're good Kinger. Caine and I were just enjoying the view." Jax and Caine joined Kinger.

"We found a hole." Said Caine.

"OH, how interesting. I wonder what it's for."

"We don't know, but we decided to leave it alone."

"That's probably for the best, hah-," Kinger said, then trailing off, looking at the sun.

Caine and Jax join him as they stare out into the distance, forgetting about their original plans for a walk.

Wet Gangle floats to the surface after sitting at the bottom of the lake awhile, having spaced out getting lost, gazing at the aquatic bubbles(as being underwater doesn't hurt her she can breathe down there like everyone else), secretly pretending she's an axolotl while feeling like she doesn't belong anywhere, nor fits in with anyone in the group, save for secretly Zooble, whom quietly gazed at her from the other side of the lake from everyone else on the little steamboat that merely floats in place. Zooble wanted to cuddle her and tell her it's okay, but was too shy to make a move, and found herself diving into her sketchbook and drawing herself holding Zooble and picking her up out of the water instead.

(End)

some swap au screenshot redraws

[azzibuckets]

letters from dallas part 1

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: in which i neglect all the other series and fics im supposed to be writing to send more angst ur way <3

lfd masterlist | main masterlist

May 1, 2025

Dear Azzi,

It fucking sucks here.

I know I’m supposed to be thankful for this opportunity. And I am, I swear. My teammates are nice. Arike’s been showing me around downtown. Nai and Lyss are funny. They’ve adopted me, called me their child. They remind me of us.

My therapist said it’s good to write down my feelings. Not sure how she’d say if it was letters, letters to you, but hey, something is better than nothing.

I saw a trailer for Frozen 3 last week and I thought of you. I hope you’re doing well. I called KK the other day. She was so excited - I felt bad. I haven’t been as good as I wanted to be with talking to our team - well, your team now - but it hurts too much knowing that they get to spend every day with you and I can’t. I asked her about you. She seemed hesitant to tell me. But I kept nagging her and she told me you’re good, spending a lot of time reading and stuff. Said they finally got you off Colleen Hoover. She wants me to move on, I can tell. It’s killing both of us, how I can’t let you go. But I guess writing these letters and stuffing them in my closet are how I’m trying to get my closure and deal with my feelings, so maybe this will help.

You’re on my fucking mind all the time, and I wish you weren’t. I miss you so bad sometimes it hurts to exist. If you saw the amount of melatonin I take every every night just to avoid you in my dreams, you’d probably yell at me.

Love,

Paige

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June 7, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Have I mentioned that Drew hasn’t been talking to me? He blames me for our breakup, and he misses you like hell. I do too.

I played like shit in the game yesterday. I can’t believe we lost to the Sparks. It was nice seeing Cam again though. I don’t know if you remember, but it’s our anniversary. I saw that you were at the soccer game with the girls. You looked really good, really happy. I guess it doesn’t affect you like it affects me. And I know that should make me like, mad, or jealous. But I’m glad at least one of us is healing?

Honestly? it sucks having to see your face all over social media. It sucks even more whenever I go on my Instagram page and you’re all over it too. I could be salty and delete all of it, but that would start too much drama. Besides, that would mean deleting like half my posts

I wonder how Jose and Jon are doing. Jon unfollowed me the other day. That one hurt pretty bad. I miss my little brothers, and I miss your parents.

Love,

Paige

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August 28, 2025

Dear Azzi,

Yesterday was a fucking shit show. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to even show up when I heard you guys were coming. It was weird, seeing you in the audience. It was everything I’d always imagined, you coming to my games, but it also made me feel sick, knowing this is what could’ve been. What should’ve been. I was nervous the last quarter thinking about what to say to you after the game, but god, Azzi, you couldn’t even look at me. I tried to talk to you after the group pic but you disappeared.

Maybe it’s a good time to tell you that Katie and Tim were at my game last week, against the Mystics. I’m gonna be honest, when I saw they were there, I avoided them, and I’m not proud of it. I ran to my car straight after the presser but somehow they found where I parked and were waiting next to it?? If this was a different circumstance I would’ve laughed.

All they told me was great game before I started crying. I don’t even know what came over me. But your mom hugged me and that made me cry even harder. They told me I was their daughter no matter what, and they loved me. I wrote it down as soon as I left because I didn’t ever wanna forget.

Azzi, we didn’t even marry each other like we promised, and I still feel like we left a broken family. I didn’t mean for this many people to get hurt, for this many relationships to shatter because ours did.

It makes forgetting you so much harder, and that’s what pisses me off. That I’ve injured my knee and gone through months of rehab and moved across the country to a brand new city, yet this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

From,

Paige

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October 2nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I was calling KK again and I didn’t ask about you this time. I think I’m making some progress.

Arike keeps trying to get me with some of her friends, but it still doesn’t feel right. I think I need a little bit more time.

From,

Paige

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October 20, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I turn 24 today. Damn I feel old. I’ve spent a third of my life now loving you.

From,

Paige

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October 22nd, 2025

Dear Azzi,

I just got your present in the mail. You didn’t have to. I love it. Thank you.

- Paige

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November 11, 2025

Happy birthday big head. I think you probably received my gift by now. I debated on writing a card, but you didn’t write me one, and I’ve decided to leave the cards (haha) in your hand. So I’m just following your lead. I hope you enjoy 23.

- Paige

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December 7, 2025

Azzi,

Hell of a game yesterday. Proud of you. National player of the year performance

- P

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April 5, 2026

Az,

LET’S FUCKING GOOOO. Shit, man. Two peat natty champs??? Unbelievable. My hands are tweaking out, I can’t even read my own handwriting. I knew you could do it, Az. Thank you for not forcing me to wear irish merch..I never look good in green like you do

- P

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April 13, 2026

Azzi,

Drafted to the Sky????

See you so fucking soon

Nice fit at the draft btw

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May 16, 2026

Dear Azzi,

Fuck, the way you smiled at me after that game. Maybe I’ll have the courage to finally text you. I know it’s probably not the best idea but…I still regret everything. It’s been a little bit more than a year and it still hurts as bad as it did the first day. Is this normal?

Love,

Paige

[ryewwww]

⚠️: coercion, dark!price, vulnerable!reader, age gap, fem!reader,

Sick and twisted, but thinking about growing up dirt poor, living in a camper with your mom until she abandoned you at 18.

She was a workaholic, went to the city to work which was about a 2 hour drive away from the small town you reside in. Your mom claimed she couldn’t afford the price of rent in the city and raising a teen, which you understood.

But when she abandoned you, it was clear that wasn’t the case. You were just a burden to her.

But what can you do?

Life goes on.

And right now, you were facing a bigger problem. In this tiny town, you were having trouble finding a job. Your mom had blind sided you and rent was due in a few days. You only had $100 to your name.

You landlords were keen on getting you kicked from their land because they found tenants that will pay more. So you packed your life away in a carry on suit-case, and got out of there.

You sat in a McDonald’s for the free wifi while searching for resources that could help you. But nothing was provided by the town, it all was located in the city. Just when you started to feel hopeless, John Price entered the picture.

He noticed the suitcase and that combined with the glum look on your pretty face, made him get off his ass to come talk to you.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself in a shit situation here.”

Your head snaps from your phone, meeting the eyes of this middle aged man. “Yeah, I do I suppose.”

“Mind if I take a seat?”

You do mind but you were meek. So you nodded.

He takes a seat, “you new to town? Not many people come down here to visit, unless you’re lost.”

“No, I grew up here. I’m just trying to figure out my living situation.” You laugh awkwardly and all Price can think about is how you made it too fucking easy.

“Sorry to hear that, bun. If you need a place to crash, I have an old rv I want to get rid of. You could have it for $1000.”

“I don’t have that much money. It’s hard, nobody’s hiring around here.”

“I live on a farm. I could always use a hand. Work for me for a couple of days, and the rv is yours.”

“Really?”

He nods.

You go back to his farm too easily, Price could only wonder if your parents ever taught you about stranger danger.

He pulls into the long driveway and you see the older rv parked in the grass. He lets you check it out and the inside was well kept. There was nothing wrong with it mechanically either so, you could take this rv to the city where you’d have a greater chance of becoming something.

You were so excited and grateful for this opportunity, it almost made Price feel bad about doing this. You were so naive to his true intentions. His intentions on keeping you on this farm, fucking a few kids into you, putting a band around your ring finger, maybe letting his buddy get a taste of you too.

He’d do shit in the most twisted ways too. Like cutting some crucial wires in your rv so now it won’t start. When he “takes a look,” he says the wildlife around must’ve chewed through it. You ask how much it would cost to repair and he gives a number you can’t even fathom.

But he knows someone who could do it. And he’ll pay for it, as long as he gets something in return. When you ask what he wants, his hand cups your chin.

“I want you to put this pretty little mouth to work.”

And you do.

He keeps fucking shit up in your rv while you’re busy combing the horses hair or feeding the chickens. When you come back, your generator isn’t working and it’s freezing.

“How much will it cost to fix the generator?” You ask softly, looking over his shoulders while he “attempted” to fix it.

He stands, “we can talk about it inside.” The “talk” ends up with you warming his bed, his hands on your waist guiding you to ride him faster.

Things kept breaking in your rv and you kept getting quieter because of it. John could see the hope that once lit up your eyes was withering away. So he decided to call his mechanic just to get a little spark from you.

Too bad for you, when mechanic!Simon lays his eyes on you, he gives Price a knowing look.

You weren’t going any fucking where.

Another unedited blurb. If you want more, let me know :)))

[frostiexavier]

⎯⎯ ୨ Spill Your Guts ୧ ⎯⎯

☆ pic credits: unknown, found on pinterest ☆

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ੈ♡ summary: You introduce Caleb to your friends at the hunters association over a group dinner. You end up drinking a bit too much and saying more than you should.

ੈ♡ warnings: fluff, consuming of alcohol, drunk mc, sober caleb, mc and caleb both confess, mc gets embarrassed, idk sorry if i missed anything

ੈ♡ word count: 4.7k

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You: What time is your train supposed to arrive?

You text Caleb, you have to pick him up from the train station later.

Caleb: 5:30pm sharp :) I’ll see you then pips, can’t wait!

You smile and lock your phone, placing it face down on your desk as you focus back on finishing your reports.

“Were you texting Caleb?”, Tara asked me and I nod, confirming her question.

“I can’t wait to meet him and see why you have been talking about him nonstop since we met”, she says poking fun at you.

“Guys seriously don’t mention anything to him”, you say to Tara and Simone. They both look at each other then at you.

“We may like to tease you but we won’t out that you are head of heels for him”, Simone winks at you. You roll your eyes and try to focus on your work and not their teasing.

You can’t lie to yourself or them, you have had a crush on Caleb for as long as you have known him. But he never showed any interest in you so you just go with the flow. You don’t want your feelings to ruin the friendship you both had so you kept it to yourself. You didn’t want to lose him.

“He could like you back, you never know”, Simone says while finishing her reports.

“You guys he calls me pipsqueak, that's the most childish and friendzone nickname there is.”, you say and they take a moment to meet your gaze.

“Well we will get a good idea tonight at dinner”, Tara says and quickly types away at her keyboard, trying to finish her report on time. After some time Tara speaks up again.

“It’s 5 o’clock let's go friends”, Tara says as she stands, going to clock out. You and Simone follow suit after logging out of your computers for the day.

“We will get a table at the grill, text us when you guys are on your way”, Simone says and you nod.

“Okay, he said his train should arrive at 5:30 so it shouldn’t take us too long”, you smile at them and they nod. Once you all clock out and take the elevator to the ground floor, you wave your temporary goodbyes. You start your car and head to the train station to pick up Caleb.

Once you arrive at the train station you notice it's very busy. You park the car and walk down to the terminals. Multiple people are walking around on their phones or waiting for the next train to arrive. You look around to see if Caleb is waiting for you anywhere but you don’t see him. His train should have arrived by now. You go to text him but a familiar voice breaks your concentration.

“Hey Pipsqueak”, you hear Caleb’s voice from behind you. You turn around and he is lightly jogging toward you with his suitcase in one hand and his jacket in the other. He is wearing a long sleeved shirt with a zipper down the middle and what seems to be a strap connecting his arm, across his chest to his other arm. He is also wearing blue jeans and black sneakers, a typical Caleb outfit. Even though its typical, he still looks as handsome as always.

As he finally makes his way to you he sits his jacket on top of his luggage and embraces you in a hug. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lifts you up for a few seconds hugging you tightly and letting you down with a grunt.

“I’ve missed you”, he says, patting your head. He is smiling ear to ear. You try not to blush from his sudden embrace.

“I’ve missed you too Caleb! We can catch up on the way to the grill.”, you smile and he nods, following you to your car.

“Wait, let me hold your hand so I don’t get lost. There are a lot of people around ya know?”, he says and you quickly grab his hand. You both make it around the crowds of people saying your “excuse me’s” and “pardon me’s”.

Once you reach your car you let go of Caleb's hand. You help him get his things settled in the trunk, he closes the trunk with a single hand. You take your place in the driver’s seat as he takes the passenger side.

“I have to text Simone that we are on the way”, you say, pulling your phone out of your pocket and texting her.

“Who are we meeting again, sorry it slipped my mind”, he says and you look up at him.

“Tara and Simone, they are my friends at the association, remember?”, you say and he nods, remembering their names.

“Oh okay, so no one else? Just two girls?”, he asks and you roll your eyes at him.

“Yes Caleb, I only have two friends other than you. You don’t have to rub it in that I’m a loser”, you say starting the engine.

“I’m not inferring that pipsqueak, just relieved it's not guys I’m meeting”, he says, placing his elbow by the passenger window and placing a finger on his chin as he looks at you. You raise your eyebrow and pull out of your parking spot.

“Guys? You mean like men?”, you ask him with a chuckle and he replies in a serious tone.

“Yeah like a boyfriend or something, but you would have told me about that right?”, he asks, waiting for you to respond, he hopes it's a quick answer.

“I think you would know if I were talking to a guy waaayyy before I would make someone my boyfriend. Way to add salt to the wound Caleb”, you say and he lightly chuckles.

“You’re right, sorry”, he laughs and you shake your head in a playful way. You both converse about his travels in the deep space tunnel and how he is happy he has some time off to visit you in linkon.

Soon enough you both arrive at a bar & grill joint in downtown linkon. You walk in and see Simone waving her hand in the back corner of the restaurant. You point at the table and Caleb follows suit. You both reach the table, Tara and Simone stand up to greet you both.

“Caleb this is Tara and Simone, guys this is Caleb”, you introduce them. Caleb smiles and hugs them both and introduces himself. Simone and Tara smile and hug him back briefly before greeting him with a small “hi”.

“It’s nice to meet you guys. If you don’t mind I am going to wash my hands real quick. Pips you know what I like so you can order for me if they take our order before I get back”, he smiles and you nod, taking a seat across from Tara. Caleb leaves to wash the germs of the train away and you meet the gnawing gazes of Simone and Tara.

“Oh god he’s hot and like I mean, hot hot. Why didn’t you tell us he looked like that?”, Simone says and your eyes grow wide.

“Seriously Y/N! He has the prettiest purple eyes I have ever seen and the hug! He is so charming!”, Tara squeals, putting her hands up to her mouth.

“Guys please chill. Remember we are just friends, nothing more”, you say as they look at each other with a questioning and disbelieving look.

“We’ll see about that”, Tara smirks and you give her a glare.

“Here he comes”, Simone says and they both immediately shut up about him.

“Sorry about that, what’d I miss?”, he says taking a seat next to you and across from Simone.

“We were just talking about how you guys are so close, she told us how you both met as kids but you guys seem closer than friends”, Simone says with a hint of mischief in her words. You give her a small glare and she avoids your gaze, looking at Caleb for his response.

“Well we have known each other so long, I guess it’s only natural for us to be so close. She’s my best friend”, he smiles looking over at you and back to the girls.

“Didn’t people think you two were dating like in highschool because you were so close? I could only imagine the rumors”, Tara asks tilting her head at Caleb. You can’t believe them, you want to melt in your seat. Your face was heating up at these daunting questions.

“Yeah it's funny actually, pipsqueak here helped me stay away from girls’ attention by pretending to be my girlfriend a couple times.”, he laughs and pokes your cheek. They both look at you with wide eyes.

“You never told us that” , Tara says in disbelief. You nod slowly and look at them. You shy your face away, a little embarrassed since you enjoyed pretending to be his girlfriend, even if it wasn’t real.

“It was just to wean off the several girls that wanted Caleb’s attention in school. It wasn’t a big deal”, you say, the darkened lighting in the atmosphere around you hides the embarrassment that's obviously plastered on your face.

“Why pretend you were dating? Why not give those girls a chance?”, Simone asks Caleb and you can sense his body stiffen, he looks down at the table before deciding what to say.

“I was focusing on my studies and basketball at the time. I didn’t have time to date if I wanted to be accepted into the DAA”, he says and Simone nods slowly, his answer being valid. She opens her mouth to ask another question but is interrupted by the waiter.

“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt but I’ll be taking care of you lovely people tonight. Can I get some drinks or apps started for you?”, the young waiter asks the table. You mentally thank him before they could ask Caleb anymore embarrassing questions.

“I’ll have the grillhouse burger with fries and a craft beer please”, Simone says and the waiter nods while writing her order down with pen and paper.

“Oh I’ll have the same!” Tara smiles and the waiter smiles back.

“And for you two?”, he asks, looking between you and Caleb.

“I’ll have water and she will have a strawberry lemonade.”, Caleb says, ordering drinks for the both of you.

“Do you want to share chicken wings like we normally do?”, Caleb asks looking at you. You nod and he orders that as well as fries on the side.

“Actually could I also get a beer please?”, you ask the waiter and he nods, writing your order down as well.

“Will that be all?”, everyone nods and the waiter takes the menus from the table. He then leaves to place the order. After his departure, Caleb immediately turns towards you.

“Since when do you drink beer?”, he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I casually drink sometimes, they are drinking so why not”, you say referring to Tara and Simone, who are looking back and forth between you and Caleb. He chuckles and nods.

“Okay, I will be the designated driver then”, he chuckles and Tara looks as if she is swooning. Simone smirks at you.

After some conversations about the hunters association, the drinks and food arrive at the table. You and Caleb share your chicken wings and fries, drinking your strawberry lemonade with your meal.

After you all finish eating you sip away at your beer until you reach the end of the glass.

“Should we play never have I ever? If you have done something that someone says you have to chug your drink for 5 seconds”, Simone says. Her mischievous grin makes you feel uneasy.

“Y/N needs another beer then”, Tara says and orders another round for the table. You dread what is about to happen.

“I’ll go first, never have I ever had a crush on someone”, Tara smiles and looks between you and Caleb.

“Tara that is so tame”, Simone says as she takes a drink of her beer.

“Well it's the first one, you can’t start off crazy”, she says while taking a drink of her own beer. You follow suit taking a drink of your beer, you can feel Caleb’s eyes on you as you sip your drink for 5 seconds.

Caleb grabs his water and proceeds to drink his water for 5 seconds. You watch his adam's apple bob until he stops and sets his drink down on the table. He has never told you about a crush before. You hate the fact you immediately got jealous of the thought.

“Oh you want to play too?” Simone asks and he shrugs his shoulders.

“Sure, I don’t have alcohol but I can drink water. This is fun”, he says, moving his eyes to you with a smirk. You feel like the whole table is staring at you but Simone speaks up.

“Never have I ever lied about something to be closer to someone I like”, Simone states and she watches as you and are the only two to take a drink. Drinking for 5 seconds at a time is making the beer deplete quickly, how long are they going to torture you?

“Never have I ever been caught making out with someone I work with”, you say and Tara gasps.

“That was cruel and obviously directed toward me”, Tara takes a drink and Caleb chuckles at the banter between you both.

“Alright my turn. Never have I ever been jealous because of someone you like”, Caleb says looking briefly at the girls then focusing his gaze on you. Tara sighs and takes another drink. You don’t dare to look at Caleb as you also take another gulp. He smirks then also takes a drink of his water.

You and Tara run out of beer but she quickly orders more for you both. A couple more rounds go by like this and your head starts to feel dizzy. You feel disoriented and the grill is starting to look like a blur.

“I think they have had enough”, Simone states looking at the drunken state of you and Tara. Caleb chuckles at you both and stands up from his seat.

“I’ll pay the check, make sure she doesn’t vomit”, he says to Simone and before she could protest he walks away. She looks over at Tara and gently shakes her awake and helps her stand up. Caleb returns to the table and helps Simone get Tara to hang onto her.

“I will get us a cab and take her home. Just take good care of y/n alright?”, she says and Caleb nods looking over at you giggling with your head on the table.

“Okay, you two get home safe. It was nice to meet you both”, he smiles and Tara starts laughing.

“Bye bye pretty boy”, Tara giggles waving goodbye to Caleb and Simone grabs her hand.

“Okay that's enough let’s go, see you”, she nods at Caleb and heads for the exit of the restaurant.

“Alright come on pipsqueak, let’s get you home”, he helps you get on his back as he carries you outside to your car. You giggle as he walks towards it and opens the car door, he sets you down in the passenger seat and closes it, making sure to buckle you in first. He makes his way to the driver's side and gets in. He looks over and you continue to chuckle. He smiles and turns on the car's ignition.

“What's so funny silly girl?”, he asks as he starts to drive toward your apartment.

“You look just like my Caleb. Mister, do you know who Caleb is?”, you ask him. He laughs but decides to play along with you.

“Oh yeah I think so”, he says and you smile looking over at him.

“Caleb is amazing. He takes such good care of me, you know? I never ask him to but he just does, he is so nice”, you admit and he can’t help but admire you in your drunken state.

“Really? He sounds like a good guy”, Caleb states, taking a turn, getting closer to your apartment.

“He is such a good guy. He is sooooo smart too. He was number one in our class and he used to help me study even though it was hard to.”, you say, slightly slurring your words.

“Oh, why was that?”, he asks, pulling into your apartment complex.

“He would always look at me when I was studying. It was hard to focus because it made me nervous. Could you study when someone is looking at you like this?”, you put your elbow on the middle console, resting your chin in your hand, while batting your eyelashes at him. He parked the car and looked over at your expression. His heart could melt, you looked adorable like this with your rosy cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“I could see why it would be hard to focus”, he says admiring you and you sigh.

“Right? Who could focus like that, I blame him for my bad grades”, you say and Caleb tries to hold back his laugh. He exits the car and helps you out of the passenger seat, carrying you on his back again.

He walks with you up to your apartment and he sets you down so you can enter your passcode. You blink a few times and try to press the buttons but the light on the door turns red with each attempt.

“I can’t see it, can you type it in mister?” you ask Caleb and he agrees.

“Alright give it to me”, he says listening to you and finger ready to press the passcode in.

“It’s 0613, Calebs Birthday”, you smile and lightly chuckle. He pauses for a moment, he tilts his head and puts the code in, the door glowing green and unlocking. He grabs your arm and opens the door, helping you inside. Once inside he picks you up bridal style, he looks down at your face. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Caleb is also a good cook, he makes me yummy food all the time. He makes me my favorite meals when he comes back to see me.”, you continue and he lightly smiles, carrying you to your bedroom.

“It seems you only want him to visit so he can cook you yummy meals”, he says, placing you on the bed. He proceeds to help you take off your shoes and places the duvet on top of you, sitting on the bed to tuck you in.

“No no no no, you got it all wrong”, you chuckle and Caleb smiles, pushing a few hairs out of your face.

“Okay, I’m wrong then. You should get some sleep. I will be back to check on you when you wake up”, he smiles and you grab his arm.

“Wait mister I have to tell you a secret, come here”, you say, patting the area beside you. Caleb takes his own shoes off and lays down beside you for a moment.

“What is it?”, he says, tucked another hair behind your ear.

“Okay but you have to promise you can’t tell anyone especially Caleb, promise?” you ask and Caleb is reluctant to say yes. He debates in his head whether he should agree but decides to, you won’t remember this anyways.

“Okay I promise”, he says, wrapping his pinky around your extended one. You scooch closer to him.

“I have a crush on him. I have liked him since highschool but I can’t tell him so you can’t tell him either. Remember you promised”, you say and Caleb looks at you with his widened eyes. His body freezes as you say just confessed to him.

You have liked him this whole time? Why didn’t he notice? He immediately starts to rack his brain of all the moments you both shared together to try to piece together how this is possible. He didn’t know you reciprocated his feelings and especially for this long. Your voice breaks him out of his internal panic.

“You look alot like Caleb mister, can I ask you another question?”, you ask him and Caleb blinks a few times, still in shock of your statement a few seconds ago.

“Anything”, he says, barely getting the single word out.

“Will you kiss me?” you ask, looking at Caleb's lips. He starts to panic even more. This is wrong, he shouldn’t be hearing this, not when you are drunk. He watches as you get closer and close your eyes, leaning towards him. He is frozen but his hand is able to grab your shoulder and gently push you back. His willpower is so low, he has waited so long to kiss you but not like this. He can’t give in when you are vulnerable and intoxicated, that would be wrong and he doesn’t want to take advantage of you.

“I’m sorry but you shouldn’t kiss me. You should wait to kiss Caleb instead”, he says and you whine, feeling rejected and upset.

“I can’t kiss Caleb you dummy. He doesn’t like me like that. It’s so hard being around him when all I want to do is grab his cheeks and go " mwah mwah mwah”, you say, pretending you are grabbing Caleb's face with the air and moving your lips all around in a circular motion.

Caleb’s heart feels like it is about to explode with joy. He can’t believe you have feelings for him too. He finds you so adorable and cute at the moment that it's killing him that he can’t stay. He doesn’t trust himself enough to stay, the fear of giving in to you.

“Why don’t you wait until the morning and maybe you can tell him then. I’ll even help you tell him”, he states and your eyes light up.

“Really? Mister you are so nice, okay I am going to go to sleep so it can be morning faster”, you say pulling the covers close to you and smushing your eyes together tightly. Caleb giggles and stands up.

“Goodnight pipsqueak”, he says softly, smiling while making sure you are comfortable.

“Goodnight mister”, you yawn and immediately doze off into slumber, snoring slightly.

THE NEXT MORNING

You wake up to the sun blaring in your face. Your eyelids are heavy and you can feel a pounding in your head. You groan and sit up slowly. You rub your eyes and reorient yourself to your surroundings. You were in your room with your shoes off. How did you get here? Did Caleb bring you home?

“Caleb? Are you here?”, you called out but there was no answer. Did he leave?

You grab your phone from your jean pocket, you had a text from Tara and Simone in your shared group chat.

Tara: Y/N that man is in love with you. I could see it in the way he looked at you all night. I better be invited to the wedding. Also, I hope you are feeling okay :)

Simone: I have to agree with Tara on this one. He definitely has feelings for you, send me an invite too ;)

“Whatcha looking at?” Caleb's voice breaks you away from your phone. You quickly lock it and set it on your nightstand. He is holding a bottle of water and some hangover pills in his hands. He makes his way toward you and sits beside you on the bed.

“How are you feelin’?”, he asks while handing you the pills. You take one and flush it down with a sip of water. You take a few more sips and reply.

“My head is pounding but I’m okay. I can’t remember anything after the game we played last night”, you state and Caleb’s body stiffen next to you.

“Really? You don’t remember anything?”, he asks, studying your face. You shake your head slowly and he looks down at his palms. You grab his shoulder suddenly and he meets your gaze once again.

“Why? Did I do something crazy? Did I throw up on you? I’m sorry Caleb”, you say in a worried tone. He laughs and pats your head.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t throw up on me pips”, he says softly, somewhat relieved you don’t remember.

“What did I do then? I must have done some-“, you state and then your memory floods your brain like a tsunami. Everything you said last night comes flashy back and you start to panic. Everything from your confession to forgetting it was Caleb you were talking to last night. Caleb watches as the realization hits you and he grabs your hand, pulling you out of your trance.

“Oh my god Caleb, I’m so sorry I- I didn’t want you to find out like that. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, can you leave? I’m sorry but I can’t look at you right now”, you say, pulling away from him and hiding your face. Your cheeks are burning from embarrassment and fear. You feel like disappearing and crying. You can’t believe you let yourself get drunk and spill your guts to him.

“Hey, it's okay. Talk to me”, he says, trying to grab your arm but you jerk away.

“Caleb I can’t, I’m devestated. How can you even be here right now after that? I can’t believe I did that”, you say pathetically. Suddenly Caleb grabs your face from your hands and makes you look at him.

He looks at you for a moment, unsure what to do. But before you could move he places a kiss on your cheek. He then places one on your forehead, then your nose, then your other cheek. He pulls back to find any discomfort or disgust in your reaction but he only sees your cheeks turn a light side of red and eyes wide.

“What? Isn’t this what you said you wanted to do to me last night? Or do I need to go mwah mwah mwah too?”, he smiles and you can’t help but look at him in complete shock. Did he just kiss you?

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to push me away. This isn’t ideal but I like you too. Actually, I’ve liked you pretty much since the first day we met. I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t think you’d like me back. I didn’t want you to think of me as weird and shut me out so I stayed quiet. I wish I had told you earlier if I would have known that you-“, he says but pauses looking at you.

“Caleb I- I don’t know what to say.”, you say, genuinely not knowing what to do with all this new information.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, examining your features. You pause and slowly nod looking away from his face, embarrassed again.

He places one hand on the side of your face and leans in. He gently places his lips on your and moves slowly. His lips melt into yours like a perfect harmony. Your eyes flutter close as you let yourself go and enjoy the kiss. After a moment Caleb pulls away, holding himself back and making sure you are okay.

“I have waited so long to do that”, he says breathlessly.

“Caleb”, you say softly and just as breathless.

“I know it's sudden and you don’t have to agree but would you want to go on a date with me? Like a real date, as a couple”, he asks, looking between your eyes and lips.

You feel like you are in a dream, how is this happening? You want to smack yourself for getting drunk and confessing but also want ro hug yourself for doing it as well.

“I would love that”, you say and he smiles.

“Okay but be prepared. I’m going to make sure to be your first and only everything”, he says and pecks your lips once more. You blush at his comment and he stands from the bed.

“I made us some breakfast, come out when you feel up to eating okay?”, he says and you nod quickly. He leans down and places another kiss on your lips.

“Sorry, just needed one more”, he says and quickly leaves the room leaving you astonished.

Once he leaves the room you quickly grab your phone and text the group chat. They are never going to believe this.

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a/n: DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEW CALEB MYTH TRAILER AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! I AM SCREAMING ABOUT IT!! I know I’m a Xavier girl but the way I would let this man-

Okay sorry thats too much but OMG CALEB! I’m super excited and I can’t wait to pull for them and get the new pose omg and all the free stuff like okay infold thank you for feeding us!

However, me and my fellow Xavier girlies are in a drought, ugh stay strong guys there will be more for him soon hopefully!

Anyways, this is getting too long but I hope you enjoyed the fic & I hope it didn’t suck :) Thanks for all the love on the last Zayne one <3

[heavens-crown]

And They Were Neighbors Pt. 5

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, nosey coworkers, mention of injury

Master List

“Did they say which hospital they were taking her to?” Robby asked. He was currently grabbing Delilah’s purse for her and making sure he had his own wallet and keys. 

“They said it was Pittsburgh Trauma Center,” Delilah paused for just a moment. “You don’t have to come with me Robby, I know you’ve had a really long day.” Robby just stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. 

“Baby i’m going with you, you’re in no state to drive. Plus this way we can still spend time together and I can meet your grandmother and make sure they do what they’re supposed to.” He said softly. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. Delilah gripped his shirt tightly and took a deep  breath. She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” She murmured. He smiled again and pulled her into a hug trying to help her remain calm. Kissing the top of her head he pulled back and smirked a little.

“I do recommend putting on some actual pants though. Frankly those shorts should be outlawed.” She laughed and pulled away heading toward her bedroom. Feeling brave she left the door open as she quickly changed out of her shorts and into a pair of leggings. From the living room she could hear Robby groan slightly since he no doubt got a good look at her changing. Once she saw for herself that her grandmother was fine Delilah was going to jump this man, come hell or high water. Stuffing her feet into her favorite pair of crocs she headed back over to where Robby stood and held out her hand. 

“Let's get this show on the road. Hopefully we can get back and get freaky before midnight.” 

Walking into the emergency department thirty minutes later Delilah was surprised when Robby didn’t let go of her hand. He spoke to the nurse at the desk who gave him a knowing look and buzzed them back. 

“She’s in South 13,” She said. Delilah thanked her and let Robby lead the way. She was so consumed with worry for her grandma she didn’t notice the double takes from the nurses. She also didn’t notice when one of the residents called out for him and he waved the guy off. Finally nearing South 13, she let out a breath when she saw her grandmother talking the nurses ear off as they gave her medicine. 

“What did you do this time grandma?” Delilah asked as her and Robby entered the room. Grandma Rose turned her head and beamed when she saw who had come in. 

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Granddaughter!” she exclaimed happily. Rolling her eyes Delilah let go of Robby’s hand to gently hug the older woman. 

“I’m your only granddaughter,” she snarked back. Grandma Rose was one of her favorite people. With a no nonsense attitude she had run their family for decades. When her parents had died Rose took her in and helped her the best she could. She also kept the other family members in line, especially when they attempted to get information about her parents life insurance policy after their deaths. Her gray hair was styled immaculately in rings of curls held back from her face, Delilah could also see that she wore her normal minimal amount of makeup and could smell her signature perfume. 

“Which makes you my favorite,” Rose replied with a chuckle. She eyed Robby as he stood in the doorway. “And who is this?” Robby stepped forward and offered her his hand. 

“I’m Michael Robinavitch, but everyone calls me Robby ma’am.” He said with a smile. Rose studied him for a beat longer before a smile stretched across her face. 

“Robby huh? Is this the neighbor you were telling me about?” She asked Delilah. A flush worked its way up her face as Delilah saw where she was going with this. 

“This is, we were having dinner when the nursing home called me. What happened anyway?” Delilah expertly shifted the conversation back to her grandmother. She could hear Robby chuckle as he made his way next to her, placing a hand on her lower back. 

“Oh I tripped over that damned carpet they have in those rooms and I just fell right on my ass. They already ordered X-rays to make sure nothings broken,” She rolled her eyes as if the whole thing was completely unnecessary. Shaking her head Delilah smiled at Rose.

“Grandma it’s better safe than sorry you know this, especially at your age.” Rose shot her granddaughter a glare that could melt ice.

“I still think it's unnecessary to take up these people’s time and energy,” Rose started but was cut off by McKay walking into the room.

“Hello Mrs.Montgomery I was just coming by to check in on you,” Mckay did a double take when she saw Robby standing next to Delilah. “Dr.Robby what are you doing here? I thought you left an hour ago.” Blinking Delilah turned her head up to look at him.

“You didn’t tell me you were a doctor.” She said softly. He smiled ruefully and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I'm an attending here.” He admitted softly. That explained a lot, Delilah thought. She went to speak but her grandmother cut her off. 

“That makes me feel even better having you here dear,” Rose smiled at him and then turned her attention back to Dr.McKay. “Honestly Doctor, I don't need to be here, I'm sure there are far more sick people who need a bed than me.” McKay simply smiled and gave a soft shake of her head. 

“I’m sure you are ok ma’am but we just want to make absolutely sure of that. From what EMS said you had quite the fall and everyone just wants to make sure you’re going to be ok.” She said it with such sincerity that it took the winds out of Rose’s sails. She had clearly planned to argue but had given up seeing that McKay wasn’t a pushover. 

“Oh alright,” she said before turning to face Robby. “Would you be able to get me a bottle of water hun?” She asked sweetly. Delilah narrowed her eyes, recognizing the tone she had heard often growing up. Robby nodded and assured her it’d be no problem. He gave Delilah’s hand a squeeze before him and McKay walked out of the room together. Once they were gone she leveled Delilah with a look that usually meant ‘you’re going to tell me everything’. 

“What tests have you ordered for Mrs.Montgomery?” Robby asked McKay as they walked toward one of the vending machines.

“We’ve ordered a head CT and Xray of her leg since there was some pain when she was admitted.” McKay rattled off before taking a look at Robby. She went to say something but was abruptly cut off. 

“Good. If you can keep the traffic in the room low while we’re here I'd appreciate it.” He said. Getting two waters from the vending machine he saw McKay was still staring. “Spit it out McKay,” he sighed.  

“It's just I didn't know you had a girlfriend.” She said, trying to gauge his reaction. He sighed again shaking his head.

“Not that it's your business but she’s not my girlfriend.” he said, already making his way back to the room. McKay kept pace with him, clearly not ready to let it go. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply anything, it’s just the way you were standing with her. Plus Toya said she saw you walk in holding hands with her-” McKay was starting to ramble and Robby felt his patience wearing thin. Stopping, he turned to look her in the eyes. 

“You are fine, trust me I know how it looks. Now I am going to take these back to them. I suggest you see when radiology is going to come and collect Mrs. Montgomery.” With that he turned and resumed heading back to the room. 

“He’s a friend Grandma,” Delilah said. She tried to not squirm when her grandmother continued to stare her down clearly not believing her.

“Oh yes he’s just a friend,” Rose said, nodding her head. “He’s just a friend who you walked in holding hands with, who also kept a hand on you the entire time he was here.”

“Grandma-” Delilah started before she was cut off. 

“Is he the one who left that hickey on your neck?” Rose asked. Delilah felt her entire face burn when she realized she hadn’t covered it well enough. 

“We may have been a tad occupied when the nursing home called.” Delilah begrudgingly admitted. Rose shook her head and let out a sigh. She reached over and took her hand gently.

“My girl you deserve to be happy,” Rose started. “If he makes you happy then I suggest you hold on to him with both hands.” Delilah squeezed her grandma’s hand as she gathered her thoughts. 

“We just met yesterday. But it’s weird, it feels as if I've known him my whole life. I’ve never clicked with someone like that,” She admitted quietly. “And after what happened with Spencer…”

“You’re afraid to trust your own judgment. Baby that's normal, you got burned and you don’t want it to happen again,” Rose waited for her to look at her before continuing. “Don’t let one asshole stop you from finding happiness. Even if you two don’t develop anything deeper, would it hurt to try?”

Delilah knew deep down she was right. She shouldn’t let her past impact her decisions now, especially when it comes to relationships of any kind. 

“Ok grandma, I’ll do my best to see where things go.” Delilah said softly. Rose smiled and patted her granddaughter's cheek. 

“That’s my girl,” She said before turning her attention to the door. “Ah, Robby there you are! Thank you for getting me that water.” Rose said gratefully. 

“It was no problem Mrs.Montgomery.” He said smiling. He handed her and Delilah the waters before retaking his spot next to Delilah.

“You can call me Rose dear,” she said while taking a drink of water. “Why don’t you two head home for the night? It’s already 8:30pm, you need your rest.” Delilah frowned instinctively not wanting to leave her grandmother alone.

“You sure Grandma? I can stay until they run your tests.” She offered. Rose smiled and patted her hand.

“Thank you dear but i’ll be ok. I’ve got my kindle and phone. If I get lonely i’ll give your uncle a call and have him come sit with me.” Her tone left no room for arguing. So with that Delilah and Robby left the room after saying goodbye. Walking toward the hospitals exit he kept his fingers laced with hers, waving hello to the people he recognized. Once in the car Delilah turned to face him.

“Thank you again for coming down here with me Robby,” she said softly. “I know this was probably the last place you wanted to be.” Robby maneuvered the car out of the parking garage and reached over to squeeze her thigh. 

“How many times do I have to tell you it is no hardship for me to come down here with you,” he admonished softly. Delilah fidgeted with her hands, replaying what her grandma had said over in her mind. 

“I’m afraid that you’ll probably have to tell me a few times for it to stick,” she chuckled. They sat in comfortable silence the rest of the drive to the apartment. Making their way upstairs Delilah felt her stomach twisting from nerves. She wanted to invite him back over but she also knew he had to be exhausted and would want to sleep. She kept up her internal battle until they were standing in front of her door.

She turned to face him and was unprepared for him to all of a sudden crowd her against the door, kissing her soundly. She let her eyes fall shut, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers she whined a bit. With a soft chuckle he kissed her nose before pulling back completely.

“Lets get you inside baby,” he murmured. Her stomach flipped hearing him call her baby. Nodding she turned and opened the door with her key. Nervously she turned and stared at him as he shut the door behind him. Watching as he leaned his back against it she made a split second decision. Before her nerves won out, Delilah hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and tried to give him her most angelic smile. 

“Would you like to blow my back out before spending the night with me?” she asked, smiling up at him. His eyes darkened and he reached out to grip her hips. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[thescrapwitch]

Tolkien Reading Day 2025

Happy Tolkien Reading Day! Since the theme for this year is Fellowship and Community, I thought I would recommend a few fics that I feel reflect it:

Tend to the Flame by @maglor-my-beloved

The Fëanorians, returned at last, move to Formenos and turn the ruined fortress into a city of crafts and creation, a place of second chances and a home for those who do not know where they belong. Their family grows over the centuries, and Míriel's last work is in time completed. (Or, what if all my blorbos were friends and lived in a cool city together and bonded over an arts&crafts project)

Department of Song and Craft Safety, Review, and Approval by @icryyoumercy

there is a plan to prevent the re-embodied Fëanorians from once again engaging in questionable behaviour or craft. strangely, it doesn't work

White Water Flowing by @starspray

In Valinor and homesick for Imladris, Celebrían decides to build a new one.

The Last Spring by @clothonono

"Perhaps they've had another baby," said Lalwen. "How many are they up to now, five?" "They cannot possibly have had another baby," said Findis. "Can they?" "Perhaps he's coming to visit," said Finarfin. His siblings all glared at him.

to speak, to scream and laugh with the echo by @clockworkcrabofea

In which Maedhros once told Maglor that Angband’s government was very might-to-right so, upon waking up in the past after haunting the shores through the Fourth Age, he decides that he could probably beat up a balrog or two and marches his ass across the Ice to bitch slap Sauron. Sauron finds himself unexpectedly okay with this.

Songbird by @tanoraqui

It was not with heavy heart that Paladin Took approached the Bird's Nest. But his ribs might've been weighty and his liver positively annoyed, and not just from the many fine ales and finer wines he'd consumed throughout his life. It was that damn Lotho again, Lotho Sacksville-Baggins from up Hobbiton way with his air and his Big Men—well, two could play at that game! And if anyone was going to be calling themselves "Chief" in this day and age, it would be the right and proper Thain of the Shire! His blood up, he knocked rather hard on the oversized door. "Maggie! Are you in there? Open up!"

To Live in the Undying Lands by @tathrin

A smattering of snippets set throughout the (im)mortal lives of the remaining members of the Fellowship on the other side of the Sundering Sea.

Anastasis by @chthonion

"Forgive me,” Frodo says in his accented Quenya, the syllables strange in his ears. “I—I have an old wound. It troubles me still, sometimes." "It is I who must ask your forgiveness," says the stranger. "I believe I may be the one who put it there." In Aman, Frodo and Celebrimbor and Finrod forge a friendship, talk about trauma, and deal with the fact that Sauron's ghost is haunting Celebrimbor.

Old bonds remade by @deadqueernoldor

“When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited” Or Maglor is in banishment as decreed by the Valar, but it seems he is the only one who remembers that ‘banishment from elven society’ means that he is supposed to be alone

I forced myself to stick to nine recommendations (to match our favourite Fellowship) but PLEASE add more fics to this list! There are so many amazing Tolkien fics so make sure to reblog this with your own favourites.

Have a lovely day!

[rayyanishere1]

Chicken Noodle Soup

A Short Stan Brothers SickFic ft. Fiddleford

(Part of the Loser Ford AU, some time between Chapter 8 and Chapter 10)

Today was Stan's day off. A time to lay back, relax, and not do anything.

Well, not do anything was a bit of an exaggeration. It'd be impossible to do absolutely nothing.

Stan started off his morning with a cup of coffee. Something was off, though. He couldn't taste jackshit.

"The hell?"

He took another sip, and then another. It went on until he finished the cup. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't smell the coffee, either.

What on earth was happening?

He sniffed. His nose was stuffed.

Oh, God.

Stanley Pines had a cold.

As the realisation hit him, he felt more and more symptoms revealing themselves. His head hurt, his throat itched, the whole shebang.

"Good morning, Stanley."

"Morning, Fo—"

Stan was cut off by a very aggravating cough.

"Woah! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..."

His already course voice got impossibly raspier.

"Stanley, you're sick!"

"Nice observation, geniu—"

Another interrupting cough.

Ford ushered Stan back upstairs, gently yet forcefully.

"You have to rest, Stanley."

"No, I'm fine—"

"No! You have work tomorrow, you need to recover as quickly as possible! I'll cook some chicken noodle soup in the meantime."

Ford? Cook? Soup?

"Ford, please—"

"Nope! Not hearing it!"

Before he knew it, Stan was tucked back into bed.

Well, this was worrying. Ford was never one to cook, especially not alone. Sure, chicken noodle soup was hard to mess up, but this is Ford we're talking about.

If Stan tried to crawl out of bed and go downstairs, Ford would surely shove him back into bed. If he were to sneak out through the window... No. Too tired. His bed was suddenly very comfortable.

∆∆∆

Ford flipped through a cookbook to find a good recipe. Surprisingly, there wasn't one.

"I suppose I'm on my own..."

He'd have to improvise this soup, then. No worries! How complicated could chicken noodle soup possibly be?

Before anything else, he needed a pot.

Looking through the pots and pans they had, Ford thought to himself;

"How much soup should I make? How deep should a pot be when making soup? What happens if I use a pan?"

In the midst of his thinking, his hand slipped and allowed one of the pots to fall to the floor with a loud bang.

"Ford! Everything alright down there?"

Stan choked on his own voice as it forced itself out of his throat. His coughing fit was just loud enough for Ford to hear it.

"Everything's fine! Don't worry!"

∆∆∆

Stan was worried. Maybe he should go downstairs and check. Ford be damned, there's no way he's stronger than Stan. Even on a bad day.

Just as he sat up, a loud yell erupted from the kitchen.

"Don't even think about getting up!"

Well, damn. Alright, then, Stan supposed he'll just lay in bed as Ford burned their kitchen to the ground.

∆∆∆

Ford stared at all the ingredients he gathered and pondered.

"What on earth is the first step to making soup?"

During their college days, Fiddleford was the one to take care of them when they got sick. Their illnesses never lasted more than a day.

His grandma (or his meemaw, as he calls her) had an amazing chicken soup recipe. Fiddleford had it memorized.

Why doesn't Ford just call him and ask for the recipe?

"You haven't talked to Fiddleford since you graduated. It's okay. He's a friend. He won't bite."

Ford hesitantly approached the telephone, overthinking with every step. He eventually maned up and dialed.

"Hello? Fiddleford Computermajigs?"

"Fiddleford!"

"..Stanford?"

"Fiddleford, I need your help. It's Stanley, he—"

"Stanley?! What's wrong with him?"

"He's sick."

"Oh. Darn it, Ford, you had me worried!"

"Yes, anyway, I need the recipe to your grandmother's chicken soup."

"You.. What? Why?"

"It's like a miracle remedy! Every time you made it, any illness we had was cured in less than 24 hours. Stanley has work tomorrow, so you can see why this is such an urgent matter."

"I.. See..? Well, I hope you've got a pen and paper, because there's surprisingly a lot to go through."

"I was hoping you could.. Um."

"I could what?"

"Walk me through each step..?"

"Stanford. Why do you need me to walk you through how to make chicken soup."

"I don't know how to cook."

"..."

"Fiddleford..?"

"Fine. For Stanley."

∆∆∆

It was eerily quiet downstairs. That somehow worried Stan even more. Maybe he should try checking agai—

"Stanley! Stay right where you are!"

How on earth did he know?!

"Um.. I'm thirsty!"

A nasty cough unintentionally proved his point.

After a minute or so, Ford went into Stan's room with a glass and pitcher full of water.

"Here you are, Stanley."

"Wow, room service. Fancy."

Looking as if he forgot to turn off the oven before going to the airport, Ford rushed back downstairs.

∆∆∆

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, OH NO—"

"Stanford! What happened?"

"I, um. I think something got burned."

"Weren't you boiling water?"

"..."

"Stanford."

"Maybe the stove is too strong."

"Is your stove powered by the sun?"

"Sun adjacent, I'd say."

"What???"

"Nothing!"

Many mistakes and burnt ingredients later, Ford had what at least looked like chicken noodle soup.

"It looks a little different than yours, but I think I got it!"

"Good for you. Now, can I go?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you, Fiddleford. You make a good assistant."

"Assistant? I directed the whole damn thing!"

"I was the one who made the soup, wasn't I?"

"Whatever..."

Just as he went to hang up, Ford had an idea.

"You know, I am actually in need of a lab assistant and engineer."

"Uh huh. Good luck finding one."

"Fiddleford!"

"Really? You're asking me?"

"Please, Fiddleford. The people in this town are far from qualified, and you're right there in California!"

"...I'll ask my wife about it first."

"Fantastic! Thank you!"

He hung up—properly this time—and silently celebrated. Not only did he make a successful phone call, he also made soup! And got himself an assistant in the process!

Ford happily went up the stairs with a bowl of soup in hand. Walking into Stan's room, he saw his brother laying miserably with his arm over his eyes.

"Stanley? I've got your soup."

"Hm? Oh, great.."

He lazily sat up, eyes barely opening. Just as he was about to yawn, Ford shoved a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

Stan would've protested if it didn't taste so good.

"It—"

He coughed.

"It tastes like the one Fidds used to make during college.."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, it doe—Mff!"

In went another spoonful.

"Rest your voice, Stanley. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Ford feeding Stan chicken noodle soup.

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 10.1 - If You Give a Fae a Cookie

Silence stretches as they size each other up. Diego is the first to break—smiling as if Akira just made a funny joke instead of threatening violence. “So it’s happened.”

“Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Do you want to tell me about Alice?” When Akira stares angrily, he sighs. “This is still my house, Doodlebug. Not even you are allowed to threaten me in it.”

Grinding his jaw, Akira nods his understanding. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“If you say so.” The older elf gets up from the table. “I think I may have an answer for you. Come with me.”

They walk past Captain Whitaker, who is still snoring by the fire like the grandpa dog he is. 

“Glamour is mostly an aesthetic magic,” Diego calls over his shoulder. “Changing forms, visual effects, a suggestion of an idea that the target can visualize.”

“I didn’t forget how glamour works.” Akira shakes his head as he follows him into the office. “I’m almost 30. I’ve had this lecture.”

“Then nothing I say will be a surprise. The real reason to fear the Fair Folk, our true spell craft, is creation. The greatest glamour—the kind bought with powerful bargains and blood and bone—actually becomes reality.”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything that advanced," Akira insists. Mostly because he doesn’t want to waste magic. He's already started thinking of his glamour as a resource shared between him, Alice, and Vlad. What if they really needed something, and he’s blown it all on some rando he doesn’t care about? “And Miko is not Fae. I know how to spot our kind.” 

“Take care with declarations of what you know, Doodlebug. The world is old and has made such things as you have never dreamed of.” He slides a book off the shelf and sets it on his worktable. “I picked this up years ago, but a story in it reminds me of your predicament.”

Akira peers down at the pages. “I thought the Mooncasters were long gone, if they even existed. JJ always says they're a myth.”

“Of course he would. He’s a werewolf. But there is truth in myth. We get our power from the moon, so if Miko is a Mooncaster, then using your magic on her would work like it does with any other Fae, which is to say, not very well.”

Akira’s ears perk up.

“Spellcaster politics is fraught right now,” Diego adds.

“Yeah, it’s a fuckin’ powder keg, so if The Order of Enchantment had a Mooncaster on their side, they could give the Sages a run for their money.” Akira can taste the possibility in the air. 

“Information is currency—” the older fae begins, nodding his head. 

“And life is long,” Akira finishes with a grin. It was an old saying. Perhaps the most important saying. The Devil played the long game, sure, but so did the Fair Folk.

The information about Miko was worth a lot more than what Jacques was currently offering. The Devil was brimming with magic and if Akira could sweeten this deal, he could dine out on it for decades. Or offer the information to someone else and then feast on their magic. Either way, he could give Alice and Vlad whatever they wanted.

Hell, maybe he could even quit La Cosa Simstra.

“I know you don’t want to talk about her—”

“Them...her and him,” Akira corrects.

“Two? Well, how very Fae of you." Diego smirks, “And werewolves think they have it bad.” He starts to say something else, but Captain Whitaker begins barking. “Confirm Miko is what you think before running off half-cocked, dreaming of your next meal,” he warns, grabbing a leash off the hook.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” 

“Witches have tests to uncover magic; I’m sure you can get that information, Doodlebug. You’ve always been clever.”

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[discordiansamba]

noctis showing up at the monastery one day with a child in his arms like uh. i have another kid now apparently? and shiro just nods his head, thinking of shura like. yeah. he knows how that is.

tsukumo doesn't talk at all those first few months. it's clear she's been deeply traumatized by something, but she eventually starts to come out of her shell.

yukio is just happy not to be the youngest child anymore, lol.

having tsukumo around helps teach rin to be more gentle.

yukio listens to izumo's backstory and just quietly does the math. thinks about how much 'tsukiko' looks like izumo and abruptly realizes they've been living with izumo's missing little sister this entire time.

(they WILL be confronting noctis about this later)

noctis has to watch them all eat the food from fox alley. because he can't tell them about the drugs in it, because he's not supposed to know about the drugs in it. he makes sure they all eat every bite of shiemi's grass sandwiches. and he does too, for good measure.

(noctis, grabbing rin by the collar when he jets off to go buy more of the food: nope. not doing that)

naturally, noctis teaches rin to cook!

noctis struggling to help the twins with their homework after a certain point. it dimly occurs to him that he's technically a high school dropout. but does it really count of his high school was destroyed?

his desire to become an exorcist- and therefore his need to get into true cross academy- is what helps motivate rin to devote more time to his studies. he's never going to be a straight A student, but he's a solid C+ student at least!

(if he gets B- or higher, noctis always celebrates. no one knows the struggle better. naturally, he celebrates yukio's accomplishments just as much!)

noctis: okay. it's weird as hell, but I think I've gotten used to the twins calling me dad.

shiro: oh. you can call me shiro, you know.

noctis: ....well that's going to be incredibly awkward and weird.

noctis has to regularly fight the urge to metaphorically bubble-wrap yukio. he utterly and completely failed his brother in his own timeline, so he desperately wants to protect him here... but he also knows that yukio would hate that, because he knows his brother.

shiro, once the truth about noctis' identity is out: so. noctis, huh.

noctis: i don't want to hear that from guilty silverwolf.

the impure king's left eye still gets stolen and noctis just looks at mephisto like. hey. really?

the exorcism world is in tizzy after the fallout. how could it not be? after all, a wave of blue flames engulfed the mountain but only burned away the impure king. meanwhile noctis just whistles like damn wow. blue flames? that's crazy. who could have done that.

(it's kind of a bittersweet feeling, watching his friends go out and have fun in kyoto with the younger version of himself and yukio. like. ah. in his heart he still considers them his friends, but he's not part of their number anymore.)

lewin conducting his investigation into the blue night, just like he does in canon. it's not hard to guess from his appearance that noctis might be an azazel clone, but curiously he can't find a trace of his records. it's almost like he doesn't exist!

noctis can see the way lewin looks at rin and yukio, and he's not sure he likes it. somehow it didn't occur to him that lewin's investigation might be a major problem to keeping both his own origin and the twins' origin a secret.

whatever happens, noctis is determined to not like yukio got to the Illuminati. that's where everything went downhill in his timeline. it'll be fine, he tries to convince himself. after all, rin hasn't even awakened yet!

(in the aftermath of mephisto getting shot and being forced to drop the barrier around the artificial gehenna gate, rin's seal finally begins to weaken. noctis is telling the exwires to stay home- let the adults handle the fallout, but rin isn't having that. he doesn't like the idea of sitting around and doing nothing.

they fight- and for the first time, rin flares up.

the exwires watch in horror as rin bursts into blue flame. rin stares at himself in horror, because he knows what blue flames mean, except... they aren't hurting him. he's fine.

noctis stares at rin in horror, because he can see everything unravel around him. no. this can't be happening. he should have had more TIME.)

there's also this time travel idea I've been rotating since this morning in which a Rin from a failed timeline is sent back to the past by Mephisto... and then, upon arrival, is promptly put in charge of raising his infant self + Yukio... also by Mephisto.

(the man saw his chance to do something really funny and took it.)

some assorted thoughts about this one, in no particular order:

upon arrival, Mephisto instructs older!rin to pick a new alias- no, you can't pick Rinka. that would stand out too much. so in all of his cringy sixteen year old glory, Rin names himself Noctis on the spot, bc it sounds cool as hell and he definitely won't regret it when he gets older.

(he absolutely does)

yukio: dada.

noctis: huh!? no! i'm your nii-san, yukio! i'm way too young to be a father!

(noctis struggles valiantly, but he is fighting a losing battle. or: rin's teen dad arc.)

older!rin is the white haired version of himself, to further differentiate himself from younger!rin. of course, this does not stop the two of them from having an uncanny resemblance, so any time the twins introduce him as their foster father, people just look between Noctis and Rin and are like. doubt.png.

Shiro is still roped into becoming the Paladin by Mephisto. as far as he knows, Yuri's twins are being raised by some other unfortunate soul. imagine his shock when a few years in, he comes across a pair of familiar children at a local park under the care of someone who looks equally as familiar.

for a brief moment, Shiro mistakes him for Satan- but it can't be. Satan would never make that kind of expression. but was there another Azazel clone running around other than him? there's no way this guy isn't one, right? that resemblance is uncanny.

(older!rin's cover story is that he's a misfit Azazel clone who got a little too much demon in him, and was thus raised away from Section 13.)

and then he finds out that the guy is only nineteen. Shiro does the math. Mephisto put a sixteen year old boy in charge of taking care of children- which, well. fuck. okay. he's definitely intervening.

(or: becoming friends with his father is a little awkward at first, but Noctis comes to enjoy it, eventually.)

Mephisto gives Noctis a new demon sword and puts him to work right away as an exorcist. no using your own flames, though! we can't let people know there's two of you running around!

Noctis goes and picks up Kuro like, first thing. sorry old man, but he's stealing your familiar. he's really open about being an exorcist to the twins, since he knows he sucks at lying- and the less of it he has to do, the better.

he understands why his old man did it, but he doesn't want yukio to become an exorcist. instead he tries to introduce him to friendly demons like kuro and the greenmen, so he knows they're not all scary- and does not realize he himself is doing like, half of the heavy lifting there.

(rin and yukio both know their foster father is a first generation nephilim. yukio suspects that noctis really is their father, but just refuses to admit it for some reason. is it because he doesn't want them to know they're nephilim too? rin's strength makes it pretty obvious...)

this, ironically, leads to the outcome where both of the twins tell him that they want to join the exorcism cram school in high school. noctis' brain just does a record scratch. hwuah? huh? unexpected outcome????

the older his younger self gets, the more noctis begins to understand why shiro didn't tell him the truth until he couldn't hide it any longer in the original timeline. plus. you know. he has the additional wrinkle of being rin from the future, which is just SO awkward.

noctis gets into fierce arguments with mephisto about changing the past. he wants to prevent things like what happened to shiemi, or the lab in inari, but mephisto counters with the hard to argue fact that if they do prevent those things from happening, the timeline could very quickly spiral out of control. the future could get worse than the one you came from.

mephisto: but since you enjoy being a father so much, why don't you raise kamiki-san's younger sister?

noctis: hwuha!?

(additional child acquired)

mephisto also ropes noctis into teaching at cram school as a swordsmanship instructor, just in time for a familiar batch of cram school students to enroll...

noctis: wow... they're all so young...

noctis: wait. FUCK.

(despite that, he doesn't look a day over 25 even though he's actually 31. it gets on shiro's nerves constantly. you don't have any right to complain about getting old! you don't even get back pain!)

mephisto: I'm surprised you are not trying to prevent me from recruiting shima as a spy.

noctis: nah, that's like enrichment for him.

(noctis watching rin and shiemi interact like. i am going to be the world's most embarrassing father about this.)

(or: older!rin's journey from "don't call me dad" to "fuck it. i'm their father now")

[ferromagnetiic]

"Heard you can control magnetism and I can't help but wonder how that works exactly. I mean technically all matter is magnetic, some more than others, but you catch my drift." Undeterred the brunet genius carries on. "So are you creating your own magnetic field then and can manipulate how electrons interact with each other or are you limited to the usual type of ferromagnetism? If it's the latter, do you need a certain percentage of, lets say iron, in a material so your powers have an effect on them? Or does it not matter?

To say that Tony thought about this a lot would be an understatement.

[Feel free to ignore this if you want, he's just been curious and wants to know everything about Kids powers >:) ]

          【 UNPROMPTED ASK. 】                      @ravarui 【 Tony 】

          It's not often someone takes the time to inquire about the mechanics of his devil fruit ability, and it's even less often that he answers them sincerely. On occasion his nakama have tempted him with the question, though more often than not, the individual asking hasn't been expecting a sincere explanation and they tended to give up trying to make sense of him halfway through. Kid remains notoriously terrible at explaining things. He works on visuals and feelings, and has a tendency to leave out important details; he gets irritable when people don't already know the basic principals he's relying on and he has to go back and explain things further. Most commonly, anyone who investigates how his abilities function will get a clipped answer something along the lines of ❛ Because I ate a rotten fruit, now quit worryin' about it. ❜ Over time, similarly to a father who does not have the energy to explain complicated subjects to their infant child, he started to give up on trying to go into graphic detail of how he was able to control magnetic properties, and tends to not even bother.

This time, it is not his loyal friends asking him at all. It is a total stranger, no less, and his paranoia of what consequences may occur if he provides untrustworthy people with too much information is rearing its ugly head. He doesn't know this guy, so why should he hand out all his secrets to him for him to use as his pleases? Why should he give him an opportunity to use his honesty against him? Distributing free instruction manuals for his devil fruit powers to anybody who asks is a horrible idea, and this particular man in question doesn't exactly strike him as someone stupid enough to find this information utterly useless. He's composed, well kept, displaying a degree of quiet confidence that doesn't need to be boldly stated. Kid can read his intelligence in the way his eyes move — focused, attentive, but yet somehow simultaneously distracted, as if he's juggling multiple thoughts and ideas whilst still effortlessly managing to carry their conversation. He reminds Kid of the people who have the ability to both read a book and speak to others at the same time, without one action compromising the other. People like him put him on guard. The ones who didn't need to demonstrate their intelligence were generally the most dangerous.

Maybe he was an undercover marine? His clothes didn't match, but that didn't prove his innocence. His well-groomed appearance seemed like something a marine would want to don, anyway. He should dismiss the question and tell him to fuck right off and leave him alone. None of his business, was it?

          ...Still.

He seems to know what he's talking about. At least, more than the last person who tried to make sense of Kid's powers. He wondered how much he could even really do with the most basic walkthrough of how his magnetism functioned. Understanding a concept didn't necessarily make that information particularly helpful, after all.

Besides. Something about this man was intriguing to Kid. He could sense something he couldn't name; a very particular energy that he can't pin down. At the very least, he detected no active hostility from him. Kid considered himself to be fairly good at reading people when he wanted to — this is partially due to honing his haki to be especially sensitive to the auras surrounding a person and recognizing how to detect any malice in their intentions, but additionally, it was also simply a learned behavior that stemmed from having a dear friend who could not regularly show his face. He learned to understand body language in order to adapt for his sake. Movements. Tone of voice. Choice of wording. This man was not giving off obvious signals of being an enemy, at least for now.

Kid watches him for a long time. He sucks his teeth, making an audible clicking sound with his tongue when he releases them. He's trying to decide if it's worth it or not.

Well, maybe an incredibly vague rundown of his powers wouldn't be the worst thing. He could leave out anything that might be readily used against him, and he could stop if the stranger started probing for more than he was willing to offer. Even if Kid didn't trust him, he did pique his curiosity.

     ❝ Ya answered yer own question. 'S like ya said — everything is kinda magnetic; just not always enough to do a whole lot with. ❞

There's a slight pause here as he shifts on his seat, leaning his right elbow to rest against his knee. He deeply exhales as he moves, in a way one might expect from a much older gentleman, rather than a healthy young man in his early twenties.

     ❝ Ya know all about atoms, don't ya? I ain't gonna explain that shit if ya don't. ❞

He should, since he already brought up electrons. This isn't necessarily a subtle insult. Multiple members of his crew had a limited understanding of basic scientific principals due to their upbringing and home environment. It wasn't unusual for his question to be answered 'no', and at which point, Kid was quick to lose interest in continuing the conversation. Trying to tell someone that there are tiny little specs smaller than dust that made up everything in the universe sounded like the nonsensical ramblings of a madman. The only reason he even knew about the existence of atoms to begin with was because Old Man Ketil had taken the time to tutor him, even if he hadn't been particularly happy about it at the time.

The stranger doesn't stop him, so Kid continues.

     ❝ Atoms have their own force fields, right? They got their core — their nucleus, protons, neutrons — then ya got the space around them, these little... loops, I guess. Yer electrons spin and orbit and make these electrical rings that circle them. When they move in the same direction, that's their magnetic field, right? This charge that goes all around the core. ❞

He can already feel himself struggling to tell what areas should elaborate on, and what he should skim over. He wonders how long it will take for the stranger to give up trying to follow.

     ❝ It ain't like I can see atoms or some shit; that's not what my fruit does. But I don't need to, 'cause I can feel those loops. See, the Jiki Jiki no Mi, it gives that magnetic charge a physicality. It makes it tangible. Makes ya more aware of it being there. So every one of those loops stops being this force ya can't touch, and instead it's like, they're all made of strands of thread, or silk or somethin'.      Ya try to touch one strand of silk, it's just gonna break. Ya can't move anythin' with one strand of silk. But when ya get a fuck ton of those strands all together, and ya grab them all at once.... ❞

To demonstrate, he makes a tight fist with his right hand. In conjunction, an empty, partially crushed beer can that he had earlier discarded on the ground then begins to levitate, moving closer towards him and hovering just inches below his enclosed palm; it deliberately swings, almost as if he's trying to make it resemble a yoyo on an invisible string.

     ❝ — That's how ya make rope. Then ya just gotta tug that rope in the right direction. Ya gotta decide if ya want to attract or repel, and it's like contractin' the muscles in yer arm. ❞

He squeezes his fist closer towards his bicept at this, tensing the muscle fibers below his skin. But then, he slackens, and releases his fist entirely, letting the can immediately succumb to gravity and fall to the ground with a tinny clang.

     ❝ Anyway, that's why it ain't easy to, say, control blood through the iron cells. The iron is too diluted; not enough to grab onto. Doesn't do shit. ❞

The average human being has approximately around four grams of iron in their body, though the exact quantity depends on a large number of variables. When that's dispersed, there isn't a whole lot of force to be created from moving those individual iron molecules. What created significantly more force than moving those four grams of iron was Kid's fist, punching them in the gut at full strength and rupturing their spleen. However, that didn't mean he wasn't capable of magnetizing the human body at all; since his devil fruit's awakening, he has since acquired the ability to do just that.

     ❝ — But if ya can give tangible loops to any atom, ya can start makin' the whole person into one huge magnet, and ya don't have to worry about findin' the right cells to single out. Ya just start screwin' with the electrons to stitch stronger loops to all the atoms, even if they're usually too weak to do anythin' with. ❞

The problem with that was the energy expenditure required to create a significant magnetic field for almost every individual atom that made up a human person, as well as the concentration it took. It was a work in progress, and admittedly, even just being able to do it for a short amount of time was impressive enough; but this skill is still in its primitive stages, and requires significant work before it is honed to its fullest potential. He still has yet to master isolating oxygen atoms in order to repel them from a person's body and suffocate them, for example. When it came to ambitious desires, Kid always preferred to go big. He longs for the day that he can control the entire world through its geomagnetic field. He impatiently waits for the day that he can hold the entire Earth hostage, if such a thing were possible. He has visions of controlling the tides of the seas through the movements of the moon, and the ground would split apart at his will, because the stranger was right — magnetism is potentially present in all things, if he is only able to utilize it, manipulate it, and create that which he needed in order to control anything he desired. Playing God has nothing to do with it; he just enjoys tearing things apart for the sake of seeing how they work.

This is an awful lot of time spent on conversing with someone he doesn't even know. He doesn't feel particularly compelled to elaborate in too much more detail beyond this, though the explanation is certainly missing some key elements. Manipulating the shape of magnetic materials was more complicated than simply moving an object around in the air, and involved more focused work on pinpointing individual areas and applying force to alter the structure of the metal, as if he were playing cat's cradle. Altering the patterns of electrons and changing the relationship between north and south poles were other topics that he didn't need to bother with right now. Whatever. He got his answer. Maybe's Kid would give him a few crumbs more if he bought him another beer or something. Dinner, maybe. Was he even listening? If he wasted all that time yapping to this guy and he wasn't even paying attention, Kid might just shoot him in the head out out of sheer annoyance.

     ❝ Ya get all that shit, Buttercup? ❞

[salsflore]

[mejomonster]

The amount of people on dating apps... who do not know how to converse...

[eraserbread]

your husband, nanami, finally gives you the one thing you've been pining over

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nanami spoils you rotten. he's starting to see that, now.

you wanted a house? a week later he slid the deed to you over dinner.

that new egregiously priced sectional you've been eyeing? add to cart.

there was only one thing he fought you on.

"i'm sorry - just couldn't help but notice." ken walks into the bedroom where you're relaxing on your side of the bed, new fiction book in hand that you only just picked up. "is this your birth control? it was in the trash can..."

"oh." you reply haphazardly, flipping to page 28. "my doctor and I decided we'd take a few months off the daily's until my hormones even out."

poor kento - he has no idea what you're talking about, but he knows you never told him anything about hormones. "yes, I understand." no, he doesn't. "but what about contraception?"

"we'll be fine for a few weeks." you turn to the next page, deciding it being better not seeing his face right now. you wouldn't be fine - in fact, you're ovulating.

but, is it such a crime to have a baby with your extremely well-off, generous, yet supremely stubborn husband? the way he's acting, you would think so.

"i'm just supposed to not lay hands on you for a few weeks?"

"if that's what you feel like, yeah."

"hey." he suddenly crowds you, standing at your side of the bed and pushing your book down. "I don't like the nonchalant."

"just wear a condom, nanami." you flick his big hand away from your book, content just to rile him up a bit before accepting defeat.

you know what you're doing.

"nana..." he's repeating his name -- a name you never called him unless you were serious. "I'll give you time by yourself to cool off." he's at that tempered-state right before his self-control shatters; all he needed was another push.

"lock it behind you?"

"why do you need to lock the door?" you can see it as he faces your back to you, heading to give you some space before he's stopped by your words. this is a home of open doors- even if you're using the bathroom. it's a bit insulting that you'd want to lock the bedroom one now.

a flick of the finger finds you at page 30, and you smile as your main character is taunted and poked. " oh, nothing. just thought i'd try this new toy friend sent me."

"toy? are you trying to make me mad?" kento's glad to admit he's never even seen you whisper next to a sex toy when he's around. he truly is so spoiled.

the door in his hand he was about to close behind him, slams shut with a single push. it makes just enough noise to pull you from your relaxed state, lowering your book and furrowing a brow.

so, just imagine your ease and joy when he has you folded in a mating press a few minutes later, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he fucks you into the mattress. your knee is over his shoulder, thick, chiseled torso shining in the dull bedroom light under sex and sin. he looks so good like this -- eyes screwed shut and only blinking open to study your pained, but highly satisfied expression.

"you want a baby so damn bad, I'll give you a baby." he growls, taking your other knee in his strong hands to will you deeper into the position. you're aching already, and he was not the gentlest, but you loved every second of it.

it's nearly embarrassing just how wet you are, and ken can feel it as you squelch and weep for him. it's impossible to let up, you're fucking squeezing around his cock like you're trying to milk him dry, spilling out fitting endearances that lick over him, giving him reason to take you harder.

he's so hard it hurts -- it hurts because you're so beautiful and he loves you so much that he hogs all of his sweet, sweet seed for you all day until you're loose enough to take all of it.

but, you're so damn stubborn and you know how to frustrate him. he loves it. he lives for anything you give him -- it just gives him reason to fuck you a little harder after a long day. he knows you need that, so who cares if it takes a little bratting to get your way?

after all, he married you.

and it's pointed directly at your womb that he cums so fucking hard and deep. forcing himself to keep fucking you through it so he can pump his seed deeper and deeper until it has nowhere to go but up and out.

your stupid little plan worked. now, he has you bred and limp when he pulls out, leaving a sick stain of white between your thighs in his wake.

"you got what you wanted? happy now?" ken regards you with a glance over his shoulder as he scoots out of bed. you're staring at him unblinking, just taking in the way his strong back twitches with every move.

it's fucked-out and pliable that you give him a little nod, smiling soft at the corners, you mumble --

"...gonna have a baby... yay."

[inkandapex]

stream madness

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary : To the world, Y/N had always been Lando Norris’ closest friend—before the fame, the podiums, and the roar of F1 engines. Their bond had always been well-known, shared through countless moments on and off camera. But as the months went on, something started to shift, and it wasn’t just between Y/N and Lando. It became apparent through streams, where their chemistry couldn’t be denied.

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Warnings: some swearing

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Max's Cooking Stream

“Done! I think they came out quite well,” Max announces, lifting the pan toward the camera, showing off the results of two hours in the kitchen.

The chat is already flooded with reactions—compliments, jokes, and the occasional disbelief at Max’s culinary skills.

"I'll be the judge of that" Lando states as he steps into view "Like master chef" he continues

Pietra is chatting with someone just out of view, her voice light and engaged. The mic, which has been filtering most background noise throughout the stream, only picks up bits and pieces of conversation—muffled words, distant laughter. But this moment? This one, it catches perfectly.

Lando steps away from where Max’s mic is propped, moving slightly out of frame. He reaches for a fork, his attention focused on someone unseen. And then, clear as day, his voice carries through.

"Love, come here a sec. Try it with me."

The chat explodes. But all three were too busy to realize what had just happened

"LOVE?? did he just say love??" "Stop rn who is he talking to" "someone find out rn pls" "it might be y/n, she was seen with them around monaco yesterday" "yeaa he calls her love sometimes i think its just a normal endearment for them lol"

All three, oblivious to the brewing chaos, all continue with what they were doing. Because whether it was intentional or not, Lando just dropped something big.

"Y/N’s here too, everyone! The whole gang’s here—Y/N, say hello to the chat," Max finally acknowledges, glancing at the flood of messages. It’s clear he’s doing some damage control, but the chat is already too far gone.

With a small wave and an amused little smile, Y/N finally steps into frame, grabbing a fork as she inches closer to the pan of food her friends have spent the past two hours making.

"Doesn’t look half bad, to be honest," she muses, inspecting the dish. "P’s really doing wonders, getting you this far into cooking."

Pietra laughs in the background while Max rolls his eyes, but before anyone can add to the banter, Y/N is already taking a bite.

"You’ve gotta—"

"Bloody hell—"

Lando’s warning comes a second too late. Y/N’s eyes widen as the heat hits, steam practically pouring out of her mouth as she waves a hand in front of her face, trying to cool down.

"You muppet, that’s literally fresh off the stove—c’mere," Lando chuckles, already unscrewing a bottle of water. He hands it to her, shaking his head as she takes it gratefully.

The chat? Utterly unhinged.

"NOT THE WAY HE JUST—"

"‘C’mere’ HE SAID ‘C’MERE’ I’M GONNA SCREAM."

"I AM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS."

And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual cooking stream has become a full-blown internet event.

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Lando's Annual Stream

Everyone teases Lando about how he’s practically become a Twitch relic, only gracing the platform with his presence once a year. A far cry from the frequent streams he used to do. Some argue that it makes his rare appearances even more iconic, like a seasonal event the internet gathers for.

On one of his rare Twitch streams, Lando found himself diving into Backrooms with Max and a few other friends. As expected, chaos ensued—shouting, panicked laughter, and the occasional unintelligible screaming into the mic. But one moment, in particular, sent the fans into an absolute frenzy.

The doorbell rings, making both Ed and Lando pause mid-game and glance at each other.

"Food’s here," Lando announces into the mic.

Ed, already taking off his headset, ready to stand up. But just as Ed moves, they both hear the faint sound of the door unlocking.

"Oh, I think Y/N’s grabbing it, mate," Ed says, blinking in surprise. He relaxes back into his seat for a second before standing up anyway. "I’ll go help her."

"SHES STILL IN MONACO" "i thought she went back to London with Max and P" "omg she's staying with lando" "loool stop reading into it guys ed's also staying with lando. theyre just friends" "my delusions are being fed"

Both Y/N and Ed return, arms full with bags of food and cutlery. Ed drops back into his chair, already digging into his meal, while Y/N pauses beside Lando, holding a box of food in her hands.

"Do you want yours transferred to a plate, or is the box good?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"Like that is fine, thank you—oh, I’m streaming, by the way. They can see and hear you," Lando adds with a grin as he takes the box from her.

Y/N barely reacts, too used to this by now. Instead, she casually leans in slightly, scanning the chat as she asks, "Is Max here? Can you tell him to let P know I’ve been trying to call her?"

Lando doesn’t even look away from his screen. "He can hear you—he says sure. You wanna sit here and eat with us?"

She shakes her head, stepping back. "I’m good, got my own thing going on. I’ll see if I can join you guys later if you’re still on. Do you want water or anything?"

Lando glances up at her, smiling. "I’m good, I can grab some myself later."

"You know he’s lying, right?" Ed chimes in, chewing his food. "He’s just gonna wait until you leave so he can ask me to grab it for him."

"Shut up," Lando laughs, shaking his head.

Y/N only smirks knowingly before rolling her eyes. "Alright, whatever you say."

"Okay, okay, go back to doing your thing," Lando says, refocusing on his screen. "Connor’s complaining we’re taking too long."

The chat, meanwhile, is already in shambles.

"She’s literally taking care of him at this point." "Ed exposing Lando is my new favorite thing." "The domestic energy here is sending me."

"What is she up to now? Too busy to play with us?" Max teases as they dive back into the game.

"Nah, mate, she's busy building Legos in the other room," Lando replies casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Max snorts. "Another new hobby? You know she gave us a shit ton of air-dry clay stuff she made that one time. My apartment is literally full of it."

"No, Max, I stepped into the apartment today, and I genuinely thought I was in a Lego store. It’s insane," Ed laughs, shaking his head.

Lando chuckles. "Some of them are mine too, alright? They're not all hers. She’s been building some sets I’ve had lying around for ages."

The chat, of course, goes wild.

"Their apartment is a Lego store. I am crying." "WAIT SO THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER RIGHT??" "Domestic life with Y/N and Lando sounds like a fever dream."

Max just laughs. "Well, tell her to finish up and come scream with us in the Backrooms when she’s done playing with her bricks."

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Taking Lando's Seat

The stream opens with Lando and Max sitting side by side, each focused on their own PC as they prep for a game of Tarkov. There’s an easy banter in the air, Max teasing Lando about his gear while the two get things set up. But it’s the subtle detail in the background that catches the chat's attention—Lando’s racing rig.

It’s glowing softly in the background, the LED lights creating an almost otherworldly vibe against the dim room.

Max finally glances at the chat, giving a quick nod to thank some of his new subs. But his eyes stop when he spots a few of the comments scrolling by.

Max smirks, leaning into the mic with a grin. "The rig? Oh—it's Y/N. She’s playing F1 right now."

With that, Max casually moves his chair out of the way, revealing Y/N sitting just behind him. She's fully immersed, headset on, brows furrowed in concentration as she steers through a corner on screen, oblivious to the fact that she’s now in full view of the chat.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Lando’s lips as he turns back to look at Y/N, still fully engrossed in the game, unaware that both he and Max are watching her with amusement.

"She's prepping for the season too," Lando continues, keeping his voice casual, though there’s a playful edge to it. "Chat, I think she’s planning on taking my seat—she’s been on there for hours now."

Lando laughs, but the chat immediately picks up on the vibe.

"HE'S JEALOUS, LOOK AT HIM."

"Lando knows he's been replaced."

"Imagine Y/N taking his F1 seat. I’d pay to watch that."

Max, who’s been watching the scene unfold, looks back at Lando with a raised brow. "She’s putting in more practice than you are, mate. Maybe she is taking your seat."

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, though his smile lingers. "Nah, nah, she’s still got a lot to learn... but she’s getting there. I’m just here for moral support."

The chat, of course, has already spirals into chaos.

"Moral support? He’s just trying to hold on to his seat!"

"I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE RACE BETWEEN THEM. WHO’S GONNA WIN??"

"Lando’s literally her biggest fan and her biggest competitor at the same time. I love it."

Y/N, still completely absorbed in the game, lets out a frustrated grunt as she crashes into the wall during a tight turn. "I've fucking crashed—how is AI Lando also a little shit?"

The pair immediately burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. The moment is too perfect—Y/N, so focused on her race, completely unaware she’s been on stream the whole time.

Max wipes away tears, trying to calm down. "What?" Y/N finally takes off her headset after pausing her game, looking around in confusion, only to notice the commotion between the two.

"We’re on Twitch," Max manages between laughs, still struggling to breathe. "They heard you calling Lando a little shit."

Max, still grinning, leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean, I honestly don’t know if you should be more offended by the fact that she just called you a little shit... or the fact that she’s not racing as you."

Lando looks over at Max, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, who are you racing as right now?" His curiosity gets the best of him, and he stands up, walking behind Y/N to peer over her shoulder at her screen.

Y/N barely notices him, still intensely focused on her race. "You’re racing as Max?!" Lando exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "I feel so betrayed!"

Y/N doesn’t respond, grabbing her water bottle beside her, taking a sip.

But Lando’s eyes widen as he looks at her screen again. "Wait, you're were P3?!" he says, his voice rising in shock. "What the fuck, Y/N—this is on 110 difficulty—did you change it?"

"Yeah, well I was but you crashed into me you knob"

Lando's completely taken aback, mouth agape, staring at her settings in awe. Without thinking, he takes over the controls, fully inspecting her game setup. "This is... this is insane. You’re actually doing really well."

Y/N, now realizing the level of chaos happening around her, turns to look at him with a grin. "What? Like its hard?"

Max, who’s been watching this unfold, laughs. "I told you she’d be better than you at this rate. I’m not surprised."

The chat, of course, is losing it.

"SHE'S RACING AS MAX AND BEATING LANDO. WHAT A MOOD."

"Y/N: 1, Lando: 0."

"Lando looks like he’s seen a ghost. How did she do that?"

Y/N just laughs, clearly loving the moment. "I told you, Lando, I’m coming for your seat."

"Alright, we've got to put a screen time limit on you from now on, love—fucking hell," Lando says, still shaking his head in disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles her hair affectionately before heading back to his seat.

The chat explodes with excitement.

"Lando’s whipped for her. I can’t breathe.""The way he ruffled her hair? That’s the couple energy we’re here for.""Y/N just casually destroying him, and Lando’s still soft with her. I’m obsessed.""I can’t believe they’re just out here living their best life on stream. I’m living for this dynamic."

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Gaming Trio

The trio can be seen in Lando’s usual gaming spot, the atmosphere relaxed but buzzing with excitement. In an effort to accommodate everyone, an extra table has been pulled into the room, holding the laptop they’ve set up for Y/N so she can join in on the fun. The new setup feels a little crowded, but it only adds to the chaotic energy that’s been building up since they all logged in.

"Y/N is right behind you!" Max shouts into the mic, pulling the same trick he did to Lando the last time they played Backrooms

"Max, shut up, oh my gosh—NO IT'S CHASING ME, WAIT—PAUSE IT, PAUSE IT!" The panic in Y/N’s voice is unmistakable, and it sends both Lando and Max into fits of laughter.

Max, already losing it, grins widely. "You’re telling me to pause, but I’m the one who’s not controlling it!"

Lando, equally amused, can’t help but tease, hiding comfortably from the monster "Didn’t know you were this scared of a game, love."

Y/N’s frantic clicking can be heard through the mic as she scrambles to escape whatever horror was chasing her in the game. "I can’t— I swear it’s going to catch me!"

A sigh of relief escapes Y/N’s mouth as she finally reaches the room, the monster stopping its chase just in time. “Right, so you two do all the work and I’ll run out when it’s time to escape.”

Max lets out another laugh, clearly amused. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. You've got to carry your weight”

“Come on then, let’s go. Just stay behind me and you’ll be fine.” Lando moves his character closer to hers, ready to lead the way.

Y/N, still a little nervous, responds with a grin. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Y/N—darling, it’s fine. It’s not that scary. It’s not gonna jump out at you. You just die and respawn, it’s all good.”

Max joins in, teasing, “Yeah, but if you keep closing your eyes, you’ll miss the whole thing. We’ll be done before you even open them.”

Y/N scoffs but can’t help but laugh, her character hesitating slightly. “I’m not opening them. I’m just here to run when the time comes.”

Lando smiles at her, his voice light. “Alright, well, try not to panic. We’ve got your back.”

The chat erupts in excitement, fans loving the playful back-and-forth between them.

"Y/N’s already planning her escape route. Classic." "he calls her darling im sobbing " "Lando’s trying to act all calm but he’s lowkey making sure she’s okay." "Max is enjoying this way too much, lol."

Lando glances at Y/N with a grin. “Stay close, alright? We’re doing this together.”

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Y/Ns Instagram Live

Y/N was live on Instagram, chatting with fans while showing off her latest air-dry clay creations. She’d been getting non-stop requests to share her work ever since Max mentioned it in one of his streams, and now here she was, crafting away on camera.

Sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, Y/N focused on the delicate jewelry plate she was shaping. She was giving her followers a detailed look at her process, her hands moving skillfully as she explained what she was doing.

"See, then you build the sides and stick it to the plate part you just made," she said, carefully adding a border to the plate. "So it kinda has a nice little border around it, and that way, you can put your jewelry in the middle without it all rolling off."

"Who you talking to?" A voice, unmistakably Lando's, makes Y/N's head snap up to look at him, her concentration momentarily broken.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and she quickly responds, trying to maintain the calm vibe of her live stream. "I'm on Instagram live— you didn’t see my text?" Y/N says, her voice soft but carrying a hint of a warning as she tries to focus on her work again.

Lando, walks into frame to stand beside her, only half his body on screen. “I saw it, but I didn’t think you’d actually be live. What’s going on in here?”

"I'm doing a jewelry plate tutorial, see?" Y/N smiles up at him, gently lifting the plate to show him the progress she’s made, the edges perfectly formed and the design coming together nicely.

Lando leans in a little closer, clearly impressed. "That's actually pretty sick. Have you shown them the other ones you've done?"

"Mhmm," Y/N nods, setting the plate back down on the table and continuing to work on it. "I did earlier. I have a few that are dried, so once I'm done with this one, I'm gonna show them how I paint it."

"Cool, cool," Lando says, grinning as he takes a step back. "I’m actually pretty curious about the painting part."

Y/N shoots him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You want in on this too?"

Lando looks at her, then at the camera, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can I join you?"

Y/N pauses for a moment, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "You gonna try your hand at some clay art, Norris?" she teases, but her tone is warm.

"Gotta try to beat you in something after you've somehow managed to get close to beating me on the racing sim" a smirk on his face as he plops down on the floor beside her "Right what am I meant to do?"

The two sat mostly in silence, both deeply immersed in their work. Y/N’s focus was on finishing her jewelry plate, the soft clink of clay against the table the only sound as she shaped it carefully. Lando, on the other hand, was determined to paint one of the already dried plate, though it was clear his attention was divided between the task and watching Y/N work.

"Oh, I’ve messed up, bub," Lando admitted, his voice a little defeated. "I’m sorry, this looks horrific. I think I’ve ruined it." He leaned back dramatically, letting his shoulders slump as he rested his back against the foot of the sofa, casting an apologetic look her way. "This is a disaster."

"What? No! It's cute—you even painted flowers on it, it's nice!" Y/N exclaimed, her tone playful as she tried to hype him up, a grin tugging at her lips.

Lando looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Those are strawberries, you muppet," he said, laughing as he gently nudged her with his elbow, clearly not buying her attempt to boost his confidence.

Y/N burst out laughing, her hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm only kidding! Of course they're strawberries," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She quickly mouthed a playful I didn’t know to the camera as Lando became distracted with his painting again, a smirk creeping up on her face as she watched him carefully work on his next stroke.

"add bub to the list of names lando calls y/n" "theyre actually so cute im going insane" "not y/n gentle parenting lando" "im telling my therapist about this" --------------------------------------------------

I'm telling mom

Max’s loud voice cut through the quiet apartment, shattering the late-night calm. It was already past 10 PM, and he’d been streaming for over two hours, fully immersed in whatever chaos his Twitch chat had cooked up for him.

“Y/N! Get in here a sec!” Max’s voice carried from his gaming room, loud enough to startle Y/N from where she sat beside P, half-watching a Netflix show.

With a sigh, she got up, padding toward his room. She hesitated at the door, peeking inside carefully, mindful of the camera that might be angled her way.

“It’s almost 11 PM, Max. What the fuck are you yelling about?” she laughed, eyes landing on him. He stood in the middle of the room, VR headset strapped on, controllers gripped tightly like his life depended on it. "You look ridiculous by the way"

“Can you call Lando? He’s fucking with me,” Max huffed, shifting on his feet like he was bracing for something. “He told me to download this horror VR game, and now he’s in chat claiming he’s in bed. I swear to God—he set me up.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Y/N started, arms crossed. “You want me to call Lando—”

“Yep.”

“—to ask him to get out of bed and play a game with you—”

“Mhm.”

“—instead of letting him sleep, because it’s nearly midnight in Monaco?”

“Exactly.” Max stood firm, pointing a VR controller at her like this was a life-or-death situation.

Y/N blinked. “Oh, you’re serious—right.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, already dialing.

“I swear, if he doesn’t hop on after I’ve set this up and put my contacts in—”

“Lan, you’re on speaker,” Y/N announced the second he picked up, barely giving him a chance to breathe.

Before Lando could even say hello, Max exploded. “You muppet! I’ve been standing here waiting for you for the past ten minutes!”

“Oh, piss off! I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour, Max! Can’t believe you actually made Y/N call me for this.”

“You weren’t picking up my calls!”

Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and turned to the camera with a deadpan look, the exact kind of exhausted stare straight out of The Office.

“So you tell on me?! How mature,” Lando huffs

“Just hop on the game!” Max shot back, exasperated.

“This behaviour at 25 is diabolical,” Y/N muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

Through the speaker, you could hear Lando moving around. “Fine, fine! Okay, I’m on,” Lando said, voice muffled as he adjusted his setup. “Max, hurry up—I’ll send Y/N the code. Love, show him the code before you leave.”

Y/N sighed, holding up her phone as she walked over to Max. “Right. I’ve been dragged from my peaceful night just to moderate a sibling fight.”

Max squinted at the screen. “Got it. Thanks, Mom—right, I’m joining. You can leave now.” He was already fumbling with the game settings, barely paying her any attention.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Lando’s voice softened on the phone. “I’ll call you later, alright? Go watch your show with P. I’ll text you when we’re done.”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed in response, finally making her escape.

As soon as she was gone, Max turned back to chat, shaking his head. “Right, let’s go. See? He’s such a knob—I have to call Y/N every time he’s being an ass because he actually listens to her.”

The chat was loving this interaction

"Y/N staying with Max and P is actually so wholesome" "NOT Y/N BEING MOM" "LANDO LISTENING TO Y/N ONLY IS PEAK BF BEHAVIOUR U CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE" " "i'll call you later" is so cute he's down bad for her"

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Big Reveal

At this point, they’d practically exposed themselves. The subtle interactions hadn’t gone unnoticed—small moments that seemed insignificant alone but painted a clear picture together. The lingering looks, the casual slips of affectionate nicknames, the way their conversations always carried a certain ease.

Everyone had a general understanding that the two were a couple, but they’d come to accept that Lando and Y/N weren’t quite ready to make it official—at least, not publicly. But what really sealed the deal? Max’s most recent stream, just before the season kicked off.

“Right, chat, Lando and I are finishing up the download, and we’ll hop on as soon as it’s done,” Max said, scrolling through chat and tossing out quick thanks for subs and gifted memberships while they waited.

“Is anyone else joining us or nah?” Lando asked, finally looking up from his phone where he sat beside Max, his own setup in front of him.

“Nah, don’t think so. Connor just texted—he’s out,” Max replied, making Lando nod before going back to whatever he was scrolling through.

“Chat, I’ll be back—I’m gonna grab some water,” Max announced, tapping his mic to mute it before standing up.

Completely unaware, Lando reached over and tapped the mic again, turning it back on.

“Baby?! C’mere a sec!” Lando called out, sitting with his back to the camera, casually waiting for someone to walk in—completely oblivious to the absolute chaos erupting behind him.

“OH BOB, YOU’RE NOT MUTED!!” “HES HOPELESS.” “NOOOOOOO LN TURN AROUND!!!” “HE FULLY EXPOSED HIMSELF IM CRYING.” "baby??!"

A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hello my pretty girl, wanna come join Max and I?" “Aren’t you live with Max right now?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, yeah, I muted it—don’t worry,” Lando reassured her without a second thought. “Wanna join? Max is still downloading it, we can set yours up if you’re up for it.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go grab the laptop.” With that, she turned and left the room.

Max walked back in, settling into his chair. “What were you two chatting about?” he asked as he put his headset back on.

“Y/N’s gonna play with us,” Lando answered smoothly. “Oh—by the way, I muted your mic. Chat can’t hear you right now.”

Max blinked. “Well, yeah, I muted it before I left—” His head snapped toward Lando. “Did you fucking tap the mic again?”

Lando visibly paled. “…No, I muted it.”

Max hurriedly glanced at chat, eyes scanning the messages flooding in before exhaling sharply. “You fucking unmuted it, you idiot.”

Lando sat there, frozen. Then, with an almost comically slow realization, he sighed. “Damn… well. Secrets out.”

Y/N practically skipped into the room, excitement clear in the way she carried her laptop against her chest. But the moment she stopped behind the two, her smile faltered.

Max and Lando both looked at her with identical guilty expressions.

“…What?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Max didn’t hesitate. “Your dimwit of a boyfriend just exposed you two. He unmuted the mic.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “No...”

Lando was already reaching for her hand, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swore I muted it.”

Y/N groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my God. How bad?”

Max snorted, scrolling through chat. “Let’s see… ‘We’re witnessing a live trainwreck,’ 'my pretty girl', ‘Bruh did he just expose himself?’ ‘Send help, I can’t breathe,’ and—oh, this one’s gold—‘My parents are finally public.’

Lando groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s side. “This is your fault, Max.”

“My fault?! You tapped the damn mic!”

The two went back and forth, bickering like a couple of siblings, while Y/N just stood there, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

“Oh, Y/N, come on. Don’t worry. It’s not like it’s a big surprise. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either.”

“Yeah, but until now, it was all just rumors and whispers.”

Lando shot her a reassuring smile. “Aww, baby, it’s fine. They love you, you know.”

Max groaned, leaning back in his chair and teasing them both. “See? Now he’s gonna go full PDA mode, more than he already does. We’re all doomed.”

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “I swear, I can already see it.”

Lando reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Max teased, rolling his eyes. “Just wait till he starts calling you ‘babe’ every two seconds on stream.”

Lando grinned mischievously. “You love it, Max. Admit it.”

Max shot him a playful glare. “I’m really starting to think I’ve been cursed.”

“Right, come on then, let’s play before I get called for an impromptu PR meeting,” Lando chuckled, giving Y/N a wink as he pulled his headset on.

[leyavo]

Ghost getting badly injured during a mission that they have to call his next of kin.

Next of kin?? What do you mean next of kin.

Mrs Riley?! He doesn’t wear a wedding band to protect you. Not even at home, worried there’ll be a mark to show he sometimes wears one.

It’s then that the TF 141 find out he’s married to you. They’re all wondering what you’re like, convinced you must be in the same line of work.

You’ve been married for six years, only to be called if it’s serious like now.

Soap’s jaw is on the floor as you walk into the infirmary, you don’t even glance their way as you rush to Simon’s bedside. Your hand on his chest as you lean down to kiss his forehead and brush back his hair.

You’re well put together, a lightweight robe layered over jeans and a simple vest. Pops of colour on your olive thick framed glasses and golden wedged heels. Hair pinned back with a pencil, leather bag overpacked with a book, filofax, purse and little cosmetic bag.

Price introduces himself, shaking your hand. A dainty diamond ring sparkling on your finger. Your silver bangles jingle as you greet each man, repeating their names and they know Ghost has not told you anything about them.

All he told you is that he likes working alone, but sometimes works with others.

You stay at the base for a while till he’s well enough to travel home. Eating with him and the guys in the canteen, they’re still staring at Simon like he’s grown another head. Watching you two squabble about little things.

“Do not put that shit on my plate,” Simon grumbled.

“It’s broccoli not a bomb.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, shoulder bumping into his arm as you try to move him along in the line.

The art director job you have takes you all around the world, sometimes you get to meet up with your husband. Simon treating it like a mission in itself, you playing along as you talk to him over the phone as you walk the cobbled streets to see him. “Target engaged, moving in,” you whisper as you spot him standing outside a coffee shop.

FaceTiming him whilst he’s at base so you can show him the little trinket you found in an antique store. He’s laying down in his bed, headphones on so no one hears.

“Nearly the same age as you luv.” Anything to see that little poutie face and brows furrowed. He loves teasing you that you are older than him, but it backfires whenever he complains at his body aching. “You’re supposed to be young and spry.”

Being a couple years older than Simon, you’ve got your shit together. Which drew Simon to you. Both no nonsense, say what you feel and work it out. No games, no silent treatment.

“Watch your tone Si, you’re not in the army here. You’re home so don’t give me that shit.”

“Watch my tone, luv. You just flooded the bathroom!”

“You distracted me!”

“Why don’t I get some towels and we both sort it out.”

Once Simon’s fully recovered, you invite his team to stay at your shared home together for the weekend.

A cottage in the countryside, there’s an eclectic mix of vintage furniture and textiles. That one rug Simon shipped back from Morocco in the living room. Paintings, pottery and sculptures scattered around the rooms. Rocky, a German Shepard trailing after you as you give them a tour of the place.

You make friends with Price’s wife who’s around the same age as you. Even try to set Gaz up with a client you think he’d get on with. Bond with Soap telling him you lived in Scotland as a late teen where you had your first art assistant job there.

Price’s wife scheduling a double date in five months time. Simon side eying John. She’s also invited you to come stay for a girls weekend at the Price house.

[wife/gf masterlist]

[kurooh]

I’MA MAKE U SCREAM ★ S. GOJO & S. GETO

⊹₊˚. a series of unrelenting, mysterious phone calls late at night leads to you being sandwiched between two hot ghostface slashers who’ve got you fucking for your life.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, ghostface! gojo & geto, threesome, knife play, landline phones, mentions of death, oral (f receiving), double penetration, anal/fingering, tongue piercings, pussy slapping, biting. 5.2K words whew (pls read anyway 🧎‍♀️)

xoxo, juno. happy halloween!! thank you to my dearest wolfy anon for beta reading <33 comment & rb if you enjoyed!!! 🎃

“hello?”

“why don’t you wanna talk with me?”

“who is this?” you roll your eyes, unimpressed by the cheery voice coming through the phone. “it’s like eleven at night, what do you want?”

“ya tell me your name, and i’ll tell ya mine,” that voice lilts into a teasing tone, words dripping with persuasive sweetness.

“nah, i’m heading to bed. nice talk.”

“aw, bedtime already? you’re not even gonna watch a movie before you sleep?” the question has your brows furrowing in aggravation, but you sigh, choosing to answer anyway.

“i didn’t have anything in mind,” the caller lets out a laugh, straight into your ear. “what, you’ve got a suggestion?”

“do you like scary movies?” and you can hear the smile in the caller’s voice; he’s amused, probably laughing with his friends over the prank call in the moments of muffled silence.

“i suppose so.”

“don’t you have a favorite? why not watch it?”

“well, i won’t be able to sleep,” you reply simply, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. “but the longer we talk, the more sleep i lose out on. so, have a good night!”

“wait!” the caller snaps, demanding as ever. the sudden outburst sends chills straight down your spine. “don’t hang up on me.”

“and why shouldn’t i?” the blatant defiance has the caller letting out a laugh that sounds rather menacing . . he clears his throat, seemingly returning to his more even tempered tone.

“we’re not done talking,” he says simply, sounding a little crackly through the phone. “so don’t hang up, you’ll—”

a rational person with an interest in talking would certainly call during the day, and only once or twice before quitting altogether to wait for a call back. an irrational person would have your house phones ringing off the hooks while you were in the shower, calling nonstop and then getting far too arrogant once you finally picked up. just as you slam the phone back down, it starts to ring again.

you decide to leave the room, figuring that the caller will tire himself out quickly, but he doesn’t. in the time that you left the phone to go to another room, there wasn’t a single beat of silence. furious, you race toward the phone, fingers sliding on the kitchen counter as you snatch it up.

“fuck you! listen to me, you’d better stop—”

“no, you listen to me,” the caller snarls, and the harshness of his voice has your heart kicking hard against your rib cage. something in your gut tells you that this isn’t just a talkative caller. “don’t fucking hang up on me again, got that?”

you recover some of your composure, goosebumps rising on your skin. the cool breeze blowing through a nearby window adds to the chilling feeling that’s washed over you in only a matter of seconds. “w-well, what do you want, then?”

“i wanna see your insides, dummy,” is the crazed response, and you can’t stop the way your face immediately twists in horror. a clicking sound is heard as the second phone in your house—the one upstairs—is picked up, and another person hops onto the call.

“now, now,” this new voice is smooth, immediately drawing your attention as you listen attentively through the phone. “that’s no way to talk, you’ll scare her silly.”

“what the fuck?” you ask aloud, although you hadn’t meant to. all you can think about is the fact that two weirdos have you almost . . cornered on the phone.

the crazy voice scoffs, ignoring your mumbling. “well, you heard her! trying to hang up and shit,” he clicks his tongue in disapproval before sighing. “anyway, where were we?”

you don’t even say anything, and the other voice exhales into the phone. “see, look at what you’ve gone and done now. our girl’s too scared to talk to us, isn’t she?”

“look, i-i’m just gonna go to bed. goodnight.”

“you’re not going anywhere, honey,” the calmer one of the two says, but this time his voice is much clearer, almost as if he’s standing beside you. you take a step backward, trying to shake off the weird feelings and relentless goosebumps spreading across your skin.

you might as well be wearing nothing.

the satin slip dress you were planning to sleep in is as thin as plastic wrap; you’ve backed up into someone’s strong chest and thanks to the thinness of your pajamas, you can feel each sharp ridge of muscle. the pecs are strong, firm to the touch, and the abs are hard enough to cut diamonds. fear races through your body, so overwhelming that your lips part to let out a scream—but the noise is muffled by a large palm that pulls you back, flush against the muscles. separated only by a few layers of clothing, you can feel the warmth of their body and the casual rise of their chest as they breathe. if you weren’t being silenced, this would be comforting, in a way.

“promise you won’t scream, baby?” that calm voice has a dangerous edge; you nod immediately, frantically, desperately — as you feel a few tears gather in your eyes. this . . does not look, feel, or sound good in any way imaginable. who even are these people? and why you? a seemingly normal thursday evening had gone entirely downhill, and you didn’t even know why.

“good girl,” the person hums, dropping their hand from the lower half of your face and instead replacing it with the sharp edge of a knife. “let’s head upstairs, shall we?” as you ascend the steps, the blade drops lower, until it hovers over the tender skin of your throat. you can’t even turn around and see who the person is, for fear of getting cut over the simple action.

“could i at least turn around?”

“what for?” he asks, nudging the bedroom door open. you’re met with the frightening sight of a person in robes lounging on your bed, against your pillows. they have a spooky, ghostly mask, but you know who it is the second their mouth opens.

“you took the knives out that quickly?” the figure clicks his tongue, raising a hand to his face to pull off the ghostface mask. so this is what this is—some kind of ridiculous scream roleplay . . but the feel of the knife and the way it gleams is too real. “what happened to playing around, suguru?”

“it’s—it’s you! from the phone.” you say, straining against the man behind you, who pulls the knife a few inches away from your throat.

“careful now, doll. you’ll hurt yourself.”

“if you let me go, maybe i’d—” the man on the bed sits up then, pulling off his mask. you can’t see who he is just yet, the shadow from his hood obscuring his face. in a moment, he grabs hold of your face with a gloved hand, fingers squeezing cruelly at your cheeks.

it’s utterly nasty, the way feelings of attraction twist in your stomach. heat rises to your cheeks and you swallow, looking into diamond blue eyes that have your heart fluttering despicably. how is it possible to even be focused on your grim reaper’s looks, almost entirely forgetting their intentions as you lose yourself in those eyes?

“cat got your tongue? i said i wanna see your insides and you didn’t even look fazed.”

beneath the robe, you can see the tips of snowy hair, along with a face that’s far too handsome to belong to some kind of murderer. you shake your head in disbelief, sucking in a breath. “uh . . huh? sorry, i didn’t hear you.”

he drops your face with an annoyed scoff, stepping back to plop down on your bed before fully pulling off his hood. “y’know what—suguru, you deal with her.”

the man behind you pushes you forward, and you awkwardly take a seat beside the sighing killer. suguru tugs off his mask and inspects the knife closely, running a gloved finger over the edge before nodding. “might as well use the knives on you. maybe you’ll hear us then?”

“what’re you—why’re you doing all this?” you ask, the words sputtering out of your mouth nervously. “is there any way i can convince you not to cut me open?”

suguru looks at his literal partner in crime, pushing his black bangs away from his eyes as he speaks. “oh? trying to cheat death, sweet thing?”

you shrug, casually flopping onto your back. the satiny fabric of your dress flips up, and you unintentionally give both of them a great view of your panties. now that they’re deliberating how to move forward with you, the fear of the situation has dissipated greatly. “i just wanna go to bed and live to see another day tomorrow. name the price for my life and i’ll pay it.”

“those are fighting words,” suguru remarks, “don’t you agree, satoru?”

satoru nods, eyes glued to the thin fabric covering what’s between your legs. his mind runs wild as he imagines what he and suguru could impose on you. they’re practically in sync—suguru looks over just as satoru looks up, the two of them sharing a knowing look.

“hmph. sit up and listen.” satoru nudges your thigh, and you do as he says, looking bored. the whole night has done one too many 180s, giving you the most severe case of whiplash in your life. you’d initially been annoyed, terrified, then mildly attracted, and now . . almost indifferent.

“you’ve got my full attention.”

“we’ll let you live, on one condition,” satoru raises a finger before you can object, while suguru’s eyes covertly sweep over your body. “think you could handle us at the same time?”

a proposition for a threesome is something you certainly did not see coming! you bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to maintain composure. suguru spices it up with a smirk, dragging that sharp knife of his along the edge of your jaw.

“you’ll have to fuck like your life depends on it.”

it does. tension weighs the air down, filling the room with a thickness even suguru’s knife couldn’t cut through. sweat beads along the skin of your spine and you exhale in defeat. being between these two would be hard—in all ways possible; but one mistake and they’d probably end up slitting your throat.

truthfully, you’re willing to risk it. most girls don’t usually cross paths with two men that are each extremely attractive and willing to share you between one another. you squeeze your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“y-yeah, okay. i’ll do it.”

“atta girl,” satoru praises, the corners of his eyes crinkling. a wicked smile finds its way onto his rosy lips, but you don’t back down, instead spreading your legs. you look between them, a silent invitation extended in one glance.

“lie back for us.”

“you were the one who told me to sit up—” perhaps the unnecessary snark isn’t a good idea, not with the way suguru eyes you warily.

satoru leans in hastily, connecting his lips with yours to effectively shut you up. his body barrels into yours, pushing you into suguru, who catches you and cages you against his strong chest. the knife is abandoned as he strokes his fingertips along the tender skin of your neck, sighing into your ear while satoru occupies your lips.

“so pretty. heh, you’re pretty every night.”

suguru’s touch has you letting out a moan that satoru eagerly swallows, his gloved hands roaming your body. however, he seems to remember he’s got gloves on; without pulling away, he snatches them off.

“her tits, suguru—play with her tits.”

the mumbled words are audible only to suguru, who complies with a chuckle. unlike satoru, he makes no move to do away with his gloves. you moan, his hands squeezing at your tits while his fingertips stroke over your nipples until they grow hard.

“s-suguru,” you mewl, pulling away for a moment to suck a breath into your deprived lungs, “keep touching me there—just like that.”

satoru’s palm comes down hard against the side of your thigh, and he grips your face, forcing you to look at him. “focus on me, got that? wouldn’t want him to stop, would you?”

you shake your head, and in a split second, satoru’s got your upper lip between his teeth. he bites down playfully; the impact makes you gasp, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. arousal pools in your panties, and you fidget in your spot between them, hoping that you’ll finally get the attention you’ve been craving sooner rather than later. suguru’s tongue drags against your neck while he takes in the scent of your body wash from earlier’s shower. there’s a cool sensation coming from the center of his tongue—you can feel a firm ball of some kind.

it’s a little shameful, getting this hot and heavy from a simple kiss. only, his tongue rolls against yours, and any semblance of embarrassment melts away. suguru’s fingers pinch both of your nipples at the same time, sending shockwaves right to your pussy.

“fuck,” you sob into satoru’s mouth, practically lightheaded from how overwhelming it already is, as well as the lack of air. “i-i need more.”

suguru hums, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples. “already slutting yourself out for us, sweetheart? that was fast, wasn’t it?”

satoru finally draws back, a glossy string of spit connecting your lips to his. he doesn’t move just yet, savoring the moment like a piece of special candy—you’ve practically got hearts in your eyes, all hot and bothered because of him. well, suguru is a factor, but he didn’t put in nearly as much work as satoru.

“lie back for us, babe.” this time you don’t fight them on it, scooting off suguru so you can comfortably prop yourself up on the mountain of pillows.

“tsk. this dress ought to go.” suguru brandishes his knife, and cuts through the satin material of the slip as easily as a stick of butter.

“hey!” you snap, the remains of your dress sliding off to the sides of the bed like rags. “what about you two!? you can’t just cut up my clothes like that when neither of you are naked!”

satoru rolls his eyes, tossing your legs apart. meanwhile, suguru clearly isn’t done with that knife; he trails it along the slopes of your naked body, the edge of the blade sharpened in a way that has you gasping. he applies a little bit of pressure, and your skin splits like it would after a paper cut.

“a-are you cutting my skin open?” you ask incredulously. you know the answer, but for whatever reason, you don’t pull away from him.

“maybe,” he replies breezily. “‘s nothing deep. you can handle it, can’t you, honey?”

“would you look at that?” satoru wolf whistles, and heat rises to your cheeks as he gathers your legs together, tugging them up. the knife pauses at your collarbone as suguru leans backwards to take a look, and his eyebrows raise immediately.

“she’s fucking soaked.”

“put the knife down ‘n come give it a taste.”

satoru’s request is breathless, but effective. the knife falls onto the blankets, and for a moment you use your head to consider what might happen in the future—someone could sit on that thing, lie down on it. satoru’s tongue rips the thought out of your head and replaces the words that were on the tip of your tongue with a sweet moan of bliss. your clit throbs at the prospect of more, and their balmy puffs of breath fanning over you only arouse you further.

their faces press together, side by side as they start to eat your pussy in a way that immediately has your back arching and hips bucking. satoru focuses all his attention on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it while suguru slurps up all of your slick. there it is again, that cool sensation—he’s got a tongue piercing. the moonlight shines through the flowy curtains, illuminating the killers in an almost angelic glow . . maybe they’re actually pussy killers.

“‘s like fucking candy,” satoru moans, tongue dipping down to gather up your slick. it bumps into suguru’s, and he only lets out a laugh that sends vibrations through your entire core. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted, shit.”

the room fills with the lewd, nasty sounds of their slurping and licking as they devour your pussy together. you slip a finger between your teeth and bite down once one too many noises threaten to escape you, and suguru pulls back to land a smarting slap on your pussy.

“ah ah. do not try to go quiet on us.”

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you stutter dumbly, mind and body reeling from the delicious sting of the slap.

“we want you screaming,” he emphasizes, spitting onto your cunt and watching as it flutters, the glob slipping down more rapidly due to the movement. “and you will be, by the end of all this. understand, doll?”

you nod hastily, and his eyes flick upwards to your face, the hardness in them a simple warning. “yeah, i understand.”

satoru’s drawing hearts and letters on your clit, each one making you shudder more than the last. each drag of his tongue makes him moan as he takes in more of your taste. beside him, suguru’s dips his tongue between your folds, the sensation nothing more than a tease. they plan to split you open on their cocks, and getting you desperate for it is only the first step of their plan.

“ngh, t-that’s so fucking good,” you cry, thighs quaking on either side of their heads. “please, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to us,” satoru is the first to speak, his voice clear as it cuts through the lewd sounds in the air. he’s got one hand on the side of your thigh, holding you open just for them. “on our tongues, like a good girl.”

satoru’s ministrations on your clit grow more insistent; he’s working to pull your orgasm from you, while suguru continues to slurp at your messy pussy, his eyes falling shut. a familiar and overwhelming sensation coils in your tummy; it’s one that has your hands flying to both suguru and satoru’s heads, fingers finding purchase in their hair.

“i—i think ‘m gonna cum,” you cry, back arching off the bed while your hips jolt forward into their faces. after hearing the first word of your delirious warning, satoru replaced his tongue with his finger and moved beside suguru, the two of them slurping all your cunt has to offer. to them, it’s like drinking ambrosia.

you’re pulling hard at their hair, only encouraging them to groan against you. suguru speaks, eyes rolling back from just a little hair pulling. but it makes sense, with hair like that. of course his scalp is very sensitive.

“cover us in your cum, baby.”

obedient and right on time, your pussy gushes, hole fluttering around nothing while your clit throbs beneath satoru’s finger. the intense orgasm has left you twitching from the aftershocks, gasping for breath, and overly sensitive. of course, satoru and suguru take advantage of the aforementioned sensitivity with smirks on their faces.

“no, wait, i-i just came,” is all you can sob, your hands smacked away once you try to tug them off your aching cunt. “satoruuu, suguruuu.”

suguru only laughs, mimicking your tone with a roll of his eyes. “aw, babyyy. that’s too bad, isn’t it?”

with how sensitive you are, it’s not hard for them to drag a second orgasm out of you. this time, a few tears cascade down your cheeks as you fall over the edge with a pitched cry. satoru spanks your still twitching cunt and laughs at the way you gasp and recoil, legs still trembling.

“suguru, whatcha think? you wanna take her mouth ‘n i’ll fuck her pussy?”

“that’s far too considerate, satoru.” he shakes his head, talking about you as if you’re not in front of them. “c’mon,” suguru purrs, gesturing for you to get up as he slips off his robe and boxers. “lie on top of me.”

you can’t help but ogle, a little starstruck by his body and the thrill of everything. he sticks out his tongue playfully when he notices you staring, the metal ball in his tongue gleaming. his abs flex and his cock bobs as he lays down on your bed, beckoning you over with a gloved finger. satoru gulps, panting softly at the sight. following his best friend’s lead, he slips off his matching clothing and mounts the bed, which sinks under his weight with a creak. part of you wonders if the bed frame will give out by the end of this.

“hand me the lube,” suguru grunts, catching the small bottle in his larger hand. the liquid is cool, even through the leather of his gloves. he rubs his fingers together to warm it up a little for you. his fingertips prod at the tight ring of your asshole, and you let out a squeak of surprise.

“c’mon. relax for me, doll.”

you take a breath, body sweltering with arousal. this is certainly new for you, but you don’t complain—and anyway, the slight coolness of the lube feels good against your hot skin. satoru bites down on his lower lip as he watches his best friend prep you to take both of their cocks at the same time. something wicked has the corners of his lips curling up into a smile as he pictures you screaming for them.

likely picturing the same thing, suguru tongues at your jaw, kissing the tender skin wetly before nipping hard. you can only cry out, his lips serving as a simple distraction while his fingers push inside and stretch you out.

you gasp, and he feels you squeeze down hard on his fingers, hips jerking away. “come now, don’t run from it,” suguru coos, twisting his body beneath you to angle you the right way again. he ignores your whining, and satoru silently strokes his cock to the sight. “i know, i know. just breathe for me, ‘kay?”

slowly, your body accommodates the new stretch without any more sting or discomfort. in fact, your hips begin to rock into his fingers, chasing them when he starts to pull out.

“i-i think she’s ready, suguru,” satoru finally speaks up, clearing his throat. his voice is a little choked, and you can clearly see the flush on his cheeks even in the dark. “for both of us.”

“you hear that, honey?” his warm breath fans over the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. “let’s see who can make you scream the loudest—me or satoru.”

“as if,” the man in question huffs, pushing your thigh to the side and looking over your dripping pussy with an obvious hunger. “fuck, baby. i’m gonna ruin you.”

with that, satoru grasps his cock and guides it inside your needy cunt. suguru does the same, pushing his length into your ass. the three of you moan collectively, a harmony if ever there was one. you sob, tears burning at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the stretch.

satoru grits his teeth and grips your hips for support, then pushes all the way inside you. he bottoms out easily, his cock sliding against suguru’s, separated only by a thin layer of tissue. so thin that they can feel the shape of one another’s cocks through you.

“fuckin’—shittt, oh my god,” satoru’s easily overwhelmed, heart pounding in his ears while sweat covers his entire body in a sticky sheen.

suguru bites your neck hard, but the pain registers as pleasure despite the fact that he tastes a few irony drops of blood on his tongue.

“do either of you plan to move?” you complain, lips parting in an ‘o’ shape around a whiny moan. “or are we just gonna sit here—”

“shut the fuck up,” suguru groans, clapping a dry and gloved hand over your tits before squeezing them. “we’ll move when we fucking feel like it.”

waves of almost euphoria wash over your entire body, leaving you breathless and panting. when you’d first met these two, you’d been sharp and aware of your surroundings, but now everything is hazy and your body burns as though you have a fever.

the bed creaks dangerously as satoru jumps into action, slowly rocking his hips into yours with a few choked, wanton moans. before long, he’s more confident, fucking into you with a tight grip on your skin and at an invigorated pace. you’re so hot and oh so tight—satoru fucking loves it—you feel perfect. he loves the way you squirm on top of his best friend, hips canting forward eagerly to meet his. the evidence of how good he’s making you feel is painted all over your face, apparent in the wobble of your lower lip and the tears in your eyes.

you hear a sigh from behind you. “can’t lose the bet,” suguru’s voice is laced with faux sympathy. it takes him a few seconds, but he finally starts moving, groaning in approval at the shake of your body and gasping, ragged breaths.

above you, sweat rolls down satoru’s face, the snowy tips of his hair sticking to his forehead while others fall in front of his eyes. “y-you like it like this, baby?” the question is rhetorical, but your whimpering tells him everything he needs to know. the corners of his lips curl into a smile that’s soon wiped away by overwhelming pleasure. “you’re taking us so fuckin’ well, sweetheart . . driving me insane, goddamn.”

“i second that,” the metal ball of suguru’s piercing clicks as he sweeps his tongue over his teeth, panting hard into your ear. “really, baby . . feel like the luckiest fuckin’ guy in the world right now, heh.”

as if you’re not the luckiest girl—being sandwiched between these two is a dream you didn’t even know you had. inside you, their cocks throb against one another, dragging in and out of your holes ruthlessly. the tempo only speeds up, becoming too much too quickly.

you nudge a weak, clammy hand against satoru’s waist, arching your back on top of suguru and nearly nailing him in the face with a reverse headbutt. before the latter can say anything, satoru snatches your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, then pins it down to the bed. he advances forward, his chest now against yours to keep you still.

“ah ah,” he tuts, his nipples hard as they press against yours, “move your damn hand, baby. this is what you wanted, remember?”

“i certainly do,” suguru titters, nipping at your earlobe. “don’t be like that. you can take it, can’t you?”

his words are convincing; he’s got you nodding in acceptance. he’s right, of course. this is what you wanted earlier—you’ve been taking both of their cocks so fucking well. just as you tell yourself you’ll make it through this, satoru’s fingers ghost along the soft skin of your stomach. despite the exhaustion that’s setting into his body, his hips don’t even stutter as he focuses on your swollen clit.

“oh . . oh my god,” the words are torn from your throat, which only grows more sore with all the noise you can’t seem to stop making. a familiar shakiness settles in your voice, and you’re fighting to keep the breath in your lungs, but it escapes you far too easily. “i’m-‘m gonna cum for you, ‘m—”

as you hurtle closer to all encompassing euphoria, the sounds of skin slapping against skin fade out and grow foggy. yet, you manage to hear their voices eagerly spurring you on, the two of them in the same boat as you.

“yeah, ‘s right. fuckin’ cum for us, baby.” satoru’s own orgasm creeps up on him, his head tipping back as your pussy starts to flutter around his cock. of course, suguru can feel the throbbing of his best friend’s cock and the quavering of your needy pussy. he releases your tits, seeing the bruising he’s left before squeezing his eyes shut in concentration.

“ya heard him, honey,” he utters after a long groan, his voice low and husky. “take all of our fucking cum.” you gasp out, nodding your head frantically as you teeter over the edge.

everything happens fast, and all at the same time. satoru cums inside you, his broad shoulders shaking as he rides it out while your pussy practically milks him for more. your cunt spasms, hips jerking upwards from the intensity of it. the movement pushes out suguru, his cum leaking out of your bruised ass and spilling in white puddles on his pelvis.

satoru looks down, biting down on his lower lip as he pulls his cock from you. this is quite the reward, seeing cum pour from both of your spent and twitching holes. your shuddering, sweltering body finally begins to cool after what feels like hours. suguru’s exhausted, but he kindly lifts you and lays you down on the bed beside him. satoru flops down beside you with a heaving sigh, only to lay on the knife from earlier.

“ow, fuck!” he jolts, sitting up and tugging the sharp blade from where it’s tangled in the sheets. he unceremoniously hurls it to the floor, laying back down with a vengeful huff.

you’re too tired to laugh, but a small smile plays on your lips. “do you still wanna kill me?”

“not right now,” suguru throws an arm over his face, gesturing in the direction of the floor. “the knife’s down there, anyway.”

you sit up, craning your neck to take a look. from what you can see, the floor is littered with their dark costumes and two masks, the knife completely out of sight. “i don’t see it.”

“hm, remember we talked about making you scream for us?” satoru speaks up, and in your dizzy haze, you don’t notice that glint in his eyes.

“uh, yeah, i think so? i thought you already did.”

“don’t you watch scary movies?” suguru scoffs, looking at you from beneath his forearm. “you should know what happens next.”

you laugh, rolling your eyes. “yeah, whatever. what happens next, you kill me? very funny. let me convince you again,” and you clear your throat. “no, please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface! i wanna be in the sequel!”

satoru simply shakes his head, and the knife plunges into your back. with a gasp, you sputter out a few garbled words, blood pouring down your bare back as you fall backwards onto the bed. you writhe on the mussed sheets, blood spilling from your lips and trickling down your chin in vermillion rivulets. beside you, the blood covered suguru and satoru let you struggle aimlessly until your body stills; then they slip their masks on again . .

“andddd cut!” the director jumps from his seat with proud claps, and the production assistants rush in from every direction to help clean up the mess.

“satoru, fuck! that knife was so sharp,” you sit up, sending a glare his way as you wipe the fake blood off your skin. despite being a fake knife, the shiny plastic point was rather jagged.

“excellent performances, the three of you! our halloween special is sure to be a hit!” the director is gushing as he praises the three of you.

“yeah, yeah,” suguru says, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “i’ve gotta take a shower. seriously, the corn syrup is so fucking sticky.”