#where i grew up... whew

[bunkernine]

ok question before i drop these chapters this week, cuz i realize im not confident but, since the demigods can be conceived without actual copulation, do you think beryl/jupiter, ezperanza/hephaestus, or aphrodite/tristan fucked crazy or did the lost trio just appear

3 days, only true bunker9 stans will see this

im trying to think what the "else wise" would be. jason's a literal stork. leo appears in the fire. piper rises from the seafoam. lol. zeus is pretty fond of doing weird things to women, and i doubt tristan waited 9 months for piper. leo is questionable tbh. more in tags about my specific thoughts, but i wanna know what u guys are thinking

[bonkybuchananbarnes]

The Campaign 

Congressman!Bucky Barnes x personal assistant/PR!manager Reader

Synopsis: Hired as Barnes’ personal assistant and PR!manager, he was constantly pushing your buttons when it came to maintaining his public image and managing his day-to-day routines. But as much as he stresses you out, you find yourself falling head over heels over your boss.

Content warnings: fluffy and crack, small angst, swearing, mentions of smoke and drinking, a little steamy but not smutty, no use of y/n, you are so tired of his bs but he loves you, pining, boss x employee relationship, friends to lovers situation

a/n: this might be my favourite piece I have written for Bucky. I also tried to keep it gender-neutral. I also apologize if I get stuff wrong about how voting and congress works, I am not American lol. also i did not proof read this sorry!

word count: 5k (whew)

It was only 7:30 am and you could use a glass of Bourbon and a cigarette. 

You ought to just go radio silent one of these days. Clearly, you were not paid enough to be James Buchanan Barnes’ glorified babysitter. Everyday, there was something new going on with the former Winter Soldier and today was the worst one yet. An early morning call from Sam Wilson always meant bad news, but whatever he had to say gave you a raging migraine and it hasn’t reached 9 am yet.

‘You’re kidding me. What got released to the public?’ you screeched over the phone.

This is how you found yourself marching into your boss’s apartment with a bedhead you barely cared to fix, and a poorly done business causal outfit, with a hefty pile of files bound together with several manila binders under your arm. 

‘James, you open this door right now!’ you hollered, accompanying your anger with an booming knock on his door. 

An exasperated sigh was heard through the thin walls. You were soon met with a tired Bucky Barnes who was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. ‘Y’know, it’s really unprofessional to address your boss by their first name.’

Shoving the mental image of his delectable half-naked figure in the back of your head, you shoved the man out of the way and stomped into his kitchen island. You were too mad to ogle your boss that you unfortunately found very attractive.

‘You got a Scotch? I could really use a glass right now.’ you murmured, grabbing the nearest glass and scattering the files onto his marbled counter.

Bucky checked his watch on his wrist. ‘The fuck do you need a glass of Scotch for? Sweetheart, it’s only 7:50am!’

You resorted to a cold glass of milk, since there was no liquor to be found. ‘Look at the files I dropped and you tell me, James.’ 

The super soldier shuffled his way toward the pile of paperwork. As he quickly scanned around, a growing smirk grew on his lips. Noticing this, you groaned, rubbing your fingers over the deepening crease on your brows.

‘Do you know what I woke up with, James? I woke up with Captain America panicking over the phone because someone decided to leak the information I worked so hard to bury!’ you fumed. Swirling your glass of milk like it was hard liquor, you gulped it down, trying to calm your steaming head.

Bucky’s vibranium, fingers grazed over the paper and picked it up. It read ‘POTENTIAL CONGRESSMAN JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ASSASSINATION OF JFK?’

He inquisitive tilted his head in confusion. ‘I thought everyone knew this?’

A nice smooth roll of tobacco sounded so good right now. 

‘Are you KIDDING me?! What part of ‘I worked so hard to bury the information’ don’t you understand?!’ you bellowed, startling the man in front of you. Slapping both of your palms on the marbled counter, Bucky could see you heaving and seething from anger.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips. He carefully made his way towards your side and wrapped you with a side hug. His fleshed fingers slowly rubbed your arms up and down in an attempt to soothe your anger. ‘Alright, alright. I guess I slipped up that one interview where I jokingly said ‘the president better watch his back.’ Someone probably took that to heart and found out that I might’ve assassinated JFK.’

You turned your head and squinted. ‘You need to learn how to keep your mouth shut.’

‘Maybe you can shut it for me, sweetheart.’ Bucky teased.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, fighting the growing blush on your cheeks. It was safe to say that your relationship with Bucky has gone past strictly business professional. The two of you grew close for the past year, and you felt that there was something more. But, for the sake of the job nature and your sanity, you couldn’t act upon it.

A gentle smack on his chest caused him to let go of you. ‘Alright you smooth talker. That might've worked during the 40s, but you’re asking to get smacked by women if you say that.’ 

‘But Sam taught me that last week.’ Bucky shrugged.

‘That’s it. I don’t care if he’s Captain America, I’m limiting his visitation hours with you, Mr. Barnes.’ you scoffed. Grabbing the glass that was sitting on the counter, you reached for the milk carton to pour another.

The super soldier gave you a knowing look. ‘Honestly? I’ll be glad if you did. He talks too much sometimes.’

A grin donned your features as you downed another glass of milk. ‘Didn’t expect you to agree to that. Go get dressed Barnes, I called for another press conference at 10am and you better explain yourself.’

‘Yes ma’am.’ he saluted. As he made his way to his room, he paused, and looked back at you. Pursing your lips in anticipation, you expected him to throw a snarky comment at you. And that’s exactly what he did.

‘Y’know, this information coming to the public isn’t that bad. I heard the Gen Z were into that kind of thing.’ Bucky teasingly quipped.

He was met with a flying salt shaker to his head.

✪✪✪

Your ‘Days Bucky doesn’t tarnish his public image’ counter reset to 0 two days later.

A few hours ago, Bucky appeared at a charity gala that was hosted by Stark Industries. It surprised you, knowing the history between his time as the Winter Soldier and him being responsible for the murder of Howard and Maria Stark. Alas, you learned a long time ago that politics was a messy, dirty game, and you were just a personal assistant to yet another political candidate.

Yet, Bucky wasn’t just another politician you assisted, he was basically a dashing 110-year-old dashing man who always found himself leaving a mess wherever he went.

And tonight was one of those nights. It was going so well during the gala, all he had to do was sit pretty and make mindless talk with the other important figures. You knew that he didn’t want to go in the first place, so you made a deal with him; if he went and did not make a commotion, you would treat him to your favourite Shawarma spot in New York. He complied, and was doing so well.

Until you found yourself catering to his wounds back in his apartment.

The super soldier grunted in pain as your fingers pressed antibiotics into his open scratch on his forehead. 

‘Hey, are you trying to hurt me more?’ he whined.

Paying no mind to his complaint, you continued to apply more, digging into the wound even further.

‘Jesus, sweetheart! At this point you’re hurting me more than trying to patch my wounds!’ Bucky moaned, wincing as you finally put a gauze on the wounded area. 

‘Yeah right.’ you finally shot back. ‘You have super soldier serum running through your veins Barnes. You’re a big boy, you can deal with it.’

Looking away from the man, you rummaged through the first aid kit on lap as you searched for more gauze. As your eyes raised up to face him again, Bucky gave you an apologetic stare, like a whimpering puppy.

‘Save it James.’ you huffed, continuing to patch the wound on his flesh arm. ‘You broke your promise, so you’re not getting Shawarma with me tonight.’

‘Aww, come on! I really didn’t mean to!’ he pouted. James Buchanan Barnes. Pouting at his personal assistant. If only the world could see that.

‘Oh really?’ your voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘You didn’t mean to uppercut John Walker in the face in a public event?’

‘Listen sweetheart, he started it!’

‘I find that hard to believe Barnes.’

Bucky pleaded to you with his sky blue eyes. ‘You have to believe me. There’s a reason why I did it.’

A sarcastic laugh escaped your lungs. ‘Do you really live to annoy and stress me out all the time James?’ You bit the medical tape, ripping a piece and placing it on top of the gauze that was placed on his arm.

Silence filled Bucky’s living room before he finally confessed. ‘I didn’t like the way he spoke about you.’

Your eyes widened with his revelation, and halted your actions. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

Dropping your hands to your sides, you stared at the super soldier in disbelief. ‘What?’ 

Bucky pursed his lips before he continued. ‘I know, I know. He was taunting me. Walker came to me wanting to make small talk and I guess he was getting cocky and started to talk smack about you. Degrading you and your abilities. Called you names, diminished your accomplishments. I couldn’t stand there and let him do that to you sweetheart.’

It was like Bucky squeezed your heart with his mechanical arm. Blood started to rush towards your ears, with your neck heating up. Your boss cared enough to defend you, even when you were absent.

His eyes gazed down to your hands as he took it with his fleshed ones. ‘I know it seems that I make your life a hundred times harder. Always cleaning up my messes, always making sure that I can win my campaign. It’s the least I can do for you while you do so much for me.’

You continued to stare at him. His confession knocked your breath away. All this time he genuinely cared for you.

He looked up once more and gazed upon your eyes. ‘I’ll fix this myself sweetheart. Go get rest tonight.’

He quietly searched your eyes for some sort of answer, while you continued to sit in silence.

After what seemed an eternity, he was met with your answer.

‘Bucky, you absolute idiot.’ you whispered, with tears pricking your eyes. ‘Thank you. You’re a good friend.’

The word friend stung his heart, but it was for the best. Wanting to pursue a relationship beyond friendship would be selfish on his part. He always wanted to, since he harboured a little crush on you ever since you first entered his life. But Bucky knew, he should know, that he can’t have everything in life. It would be too selfish. After all, he didn’t deserve it.

‘Yeah.’ he croaked. ‘So, am I off the hook now? Can we get some shawarma?’

A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Resuming your task to patch him up, a small smile adorned your lips as you shook your head.

‘After this, change to something casual. By the way, you’re paying.’ you jested.

A low chuckle escaped Bucky’s lungs, and you laughed with him in response. Although you wished for something more, you were content with the way things were right now.

✪✪✪

Tonight was the big day. It was election day. The results of your hard work will determine if it was enough for Bucky to be elected as a congressman. After today, you could finally rest easy, and possibly continue working for him as an assistant to a congressman. After all, you found yourself attached to him after a year of working with him. 

However, as soon as you walked into his apartment, you wished that you worked for someone else.

‘Alright Barnes, are you ready to go? The car is waiting-’ your voice faded as your eyes landed on the frazzled super soldier.

His medium cut hair was a mess, with strands sticking up in every direction. His navy blue blazer was scattered on the floor. The white long sleeve dress shirt he wore was unbuttoned, unironed and stained with red sauce. However, the white wife beater he wore underneath was miraculously unstained. The notebook, which had the speech you wrote, was lying on the counter, smothered with pizza sauce. Most of all, his other arm was missing.

Bucky froze midway from biting a pizza slice as you barged in. His wide eyes stared at you in shock, with the pizza bending down and dripping onto his white garment. He looked down with his mouth hanging open once he realized that he messed up his outfit of the night.

Your feet felt like they were stuck on the ground as you stared at your boss incredulously.

‘James Buchanan Barnes, are you shitting me?! The election gala is in one hour!’ you scolded him. 

Slamming the front door shut, you angrily sauntered into the kitchen area, picking up his fallen blazer and draping it on your arm.

‘Hey sweetheart.’ Bucky said casually, continuing to munch on his pizza as he glazed over the notebook once more. You look stunning.’

‘Sweet talk isn’t going to get me less angry Barnes! I literally got that dress shirt last week, and you stained it!’ you fumed, walking to his side and grabbing the shirt by the collar, forcing him to shed it off of his body, leaving him with just his navy blue dress pants and wife beater. ‘Please don’t tell me this isn’t the only dress shirt you have!’

‘Well, can I wear my black one?’ he innocently asked, gobbling up the last piece into his mouth. Bucky looked at your form, and stepped back as he saw you vibrating with anger.

It was your turn to stare at Bucky Barnes. This man was supposed to be all ready to go for his campaign night. Instead, you were looking at the feared ex-assassin stuffing his cheeks like a chipmunk in his apartment complex. If it wasn’t for the given circumstance, you would’ve laughed and snuck a photo of him.

You let out a loud groan in response, and dialed for a cleaner to expedite an urgent laundry order. Once you finished with the call, Bucky made his way towards you, and stuck out the notebook you made for him.

‘This speech is too long.’ he declared.

‘You had a week to learn it James. Not my fault you were procrastinating.’ Tilting your body to the side, you eyed the area where his vibranium arm should be. ‘Also, where is your arm?’

Bucky nervously pursed his lips shut as your eyes squinted at him. Thinking about where he could’ve placed it, your eyes wandered to the dishwasher behind, seeing it was running a cycle. Putting two and two together in your head, your eyes slowly glanced back at the man in front of you.

‘James-’

‘Listen sweetheart’ he started. His fleshed hand nervously rubbed against the back of his neck.

‘James Buchanan Barnes, did you put your fucking Wakandan-made vibranium arm in your dishwasher?!’ you sputtered in disbelief. 

‘Hear me out! I couldn’t put it in the washing machine, it would tumble around and break it! The dishwasher cleans it very well!’

‘So you casually put Wakandan tech that’s probably millions of dollars in a machine that’s meant for washing dishes?’ A growing headache was creeping up. Good thing you brought Tylenol.

‘I got it for free.’ he mumbled. 

Scoffing in disbelief, you raised your arms in frustration and stomped towards the front door. ‘Whatever! It feels like I’m arguing with a child. You’re a grown man for Pete’s sake!’

‘Technically, I’m 110 years old-’

‘Right. You’re the perfect age to be running for congress.’ you snarked back. It was Bucky's turn to stare at you incredulously. 

The man huffed with exhaustion. You had enough, you were going to leave him be and wait for him in the car. But before you could turn the doorknob, he spoke up. ‘Sweetheart, listen! I’m nervous as hell for tonight. Everything that I worked for, everything you worked for is happening right now, and I don’t want to fuck this up.’ 

Upon hearing his confession, your hand paused midway from grabbing the knob. A deep sigh left your lips while you looked down, before facing him once more. The worried expression in his beautiful bright blue eyes was enough for you to cave in.

Sighing once more, you gently smiled at him. ‘Oh, Bucky. What would you do without me?’ you breathed, walking towards him.

A breathy chuckle came out of his lips as you made your way in front of him. Gently fingers combed his greasy hair, and he glanced down at you, looking at you with unspoken endearment. ‘Not much, I’m afraid. You’re basically the glue holding me together.’

A mischievous glint shone in your irises. ‘I hope you’re not referring to me as your mother figure James.’

Bucky raised his eyebrows. Lowering his head towards your ear, he lightly blew air, causing you to shiver. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re much much much more than a caretaker for me.’

His words caused a squeezing sensation in your abdomen. Refusing to fall for his lacy words as you had to keep a professional boundary between the two of you (which was blurring by the second), your palms gently pushed him off.

You had to draw the line between you and your boss. ‘Save your sultry words for the event tonight Barnes. Pretty sure there’s some beautiful women who’s willing to throw themselves at you.’ 

Bucky paused, and you saw a storm of emotions brewing in his expressive eyes before he answered. ‘I don’t need that-’ he started, before he cut you off.

‘Tick tock, Barnes! We have to get going here, you’re lucky that the laundromat is willing to do an express order for you!’ you blurted out, trying to extinguish the awkward atmosphere. ‘I’ll head there right now. In the meantime, get dressed, fix your hair, and for God’s sake James, get your fucking arm out of the dishwasher.’

Bucky licked his lips and huffed out of frustration. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he obeyed your command and silently cleaned up the kitchen area. He threw a knowing look towards you, as he watched your figure promptly leave his flat. 

The super soldier made a mental note that tonight was the night he was going to finally make a move, if he won the election.

On the other side of the door, your sweaty palm clenched the fabric of your dress that was covering your chest. Too close, it was too close. You wanted to keep this job, to keep being close to your friend and crush without compromising the ethicality of it. It hurt, but with the given situation, it was the best you could do. You were content with being with him, even if you were just the personal assistant-pr manager-and glorified babysitter of Bucky Barnes.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you slapped both your cheeks together, then made your way towards the elevator at the end of the hall.

You deserved a smooth glass of Bourbon tonight.

✪✪✪

He won.

He actually won. A little part of you didn’t believe it, but Bucky won a seat at the congress. The former Winter Soldier who probably assassinated a dozen American politicians and presidents, was now a politician himself. Now that you thought about it, it was ironic, but nevertheless the way American politics worked.

You were also sure that Gen Z voters were solely responsible for his win. After all, no one could resist a handsome and buff super soldier running for congress. It was like offering the best piece of candy to a child.

But now that your task was complete, you weren’t sure whether you would continue your job as his personal assistant and PR manager. With all things considered, you were the perfect person for the job. You knew his routine and schedule with the back of his hand. Sure, there were moments that caused you to rip your hair out from stress, but in the end, you genuinely enjoyed being by Bucky’s side.

With your cheek on your palm as it rested on the window of the car, you zoned out as your eyes followed the streetlights. You were so deep in thought that you failed to notice that Bucky was grazing his real hand over yours, which was resting on the leather seat. He glanced at you, with eyes wavering with concern.

‘You alright sweetheart?’ Bucky murmured, gently caressing your hand.

‘Hn? Yeah, just tired.’ you answered listlessly, still not noticing his touch.

The rest of the car ride back to his apartment complex was silent. Once the two of you made it inside, Bucky carefully closed the front door shut as you shrugged off your coat and plopped yourself on his couch. You stretched your neck back and looked up to the ceiling and sighed with exhaustion.

The super soldier let out a chuckle at this sight of you. He had never seen you this exhausted, and honestly found it cute.

‘Long day?’ he quipped, sitting beside you.

You felt the couch dip to your left. ‘Tell me about it.’ you sighed.

Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head to face your boss. Gazing softly into his eyes, you smiled. ‘Congratulation on your win Bucky. You deserved it.’

Bucky’s eyes crinkled with a smile. ‘It was all thanks to you sweetheart. Couldn’t have done it without you.’

The two of you laughed, then sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company.

You looked down at your lap and nervously rubbed your fingers. Pursing your lips, you gained the courage to let him know that you wanted to continue your work as his assistant. 

While you were lost in your head trying to figure out the words, Bucky was in his own personal debate. It was either tonight or never. He had to let you know how he felt.

After a lingering silence, you spoke up first.

‘James, I want-’

‘You’re fired.’ he said bluntly. 

The words faded from your lips, slowly reeling in the words he had said. Your eyes widened in shock, with the corner of your eyes prickling with tears.

‘Fired?’ you echoed back. ‘You’re firing me?’

Your worst fear came true. He didn’t want you anymore. You trembled with anxiety, taking in the sinking feeling that you weren’t needed anymore.

Realizing that his words were coming out wrong, Bucky tried to explain himself. ‘Wait! Sweetheart let me explain-!’

Rage filled your being as the usually endearing nickname rolled off his tongue. ‘You have the balls to call me sweetheart when you’re firing me?! After all I have done for you Barnes! The sleepless nights, the anxiety I endured for your stupid campaign! You’re just going to throw me aside now that you’ve won?! I can’t believe-’ you exploded as you got up from the couch and started pacing around the living room.

Bucky growled your name in frustration, causing your rambling to stop. Walking up to you, he placed a firm hold on your shoulders as he directed you to come face to face. His pupils wavered as you bore his eyes straight into yours, with tears starting to prick in the bottom of his eyelids.

‘I’m firing you because I’m in love with you.’ Bucky quietly professed.

A tidal wave of emotions washed over you upon hearing his words. The angry expression that you wore immediately melted into confusion, mixed with hope.

‘You’re firing me because you’re in love with me?’ you slowly drawled.

An exasperated airless chuckle left his lungs. ‘I know how stupid it sounds. God, sweetheart, you make me so stupid with love.’ A gently warm hand cupped your cheek carefully.

Bucky’s eyes stared into yours with a longing expression. ‘This past year, all you’ve done is take care of me. You fixed my fuck ups. Made sure I was well rested and prepared. I would be lying if I said I would’ve gone through this gruelling campaign without you. Because my love, you held me together, even when I wanted to fall apart.’

Your lips slowly parted, with your eyes glossy with tears. ‘Bucky-’ you muttered, before he cut you off.

Bucky rested his forehead into yours as he shut his eyes. You could feel his hot breath nervously wavering as he continued his confession. ‘Sweetheart, you took care of me this whole time, even when I didn’t deserve it. Now it’s my turn to take care of you, and the only way to do that is to fire you.’

His eyes opened once more, revealing his sky blue eyes that were now glossy. When you didn’t answer him back, he heaved a heavy sigh, his pupils wavering even more as he tried to look for your answer in your eyes.. ‘Please say something.’ he begged.

Finally convinced that you weren’t daydreaming, you gave Bucky an answer.

Leaning your head close to his, your lips gently grazed over his plush ones, sweetly pressing your lips on him. He slowly returned your kiss, lips parting slightly to capture his over your bottom lip. Your hands wandered to his blazer, grabbing the collar as you brought him close to your body. His vibranium arm cradled the back of your head, inhaling deeply as you parted your own lips to kiss him once more. 

Bucky tilted his head and partially opened his lips, urging you to open your mouth as he poked his tongue through, licking your teeth in the process. A low moan escaped his throat as he messily massaged his tongue against yours.

Maybe you did deserve this after dealing with his bullshit for a year.

However, while the two of you were busy inhaling one another, his pressing weight was causing you to lose your balance. Once you realized however, it was too late. You and Bucky broke the kiss as you tumbled onto the carpeted floor, with him falling on top of you.

‘Woah!’ you yelped, expecting your head to hit the ground. Your eyes squeezed shut, expecting an impact, but was met with Bucky’s warm hand cradling the back of your head, absorbing the fall.

He may have cushioned your fall, but his body landed on yours, knocking the wind from your lung in the process. Bucky’s chest rumbled with laughter as you squeaked in discomfort. ‘You’re heavy, James.’

‘Sorry.’ he hummed amusingly. The super soldier brought himself off of you, lifting his body inches away from yours as his elbows rested on your sides.

If you told your past self that a year from now, that your boss confessed to you the night he won his election campaign, they would’ve slapped you silly, telling you that you’re delusional. But here you were, gazing into his eyes lovingly while he stroked your head endearingly. 

‘So.’ you started.

‘So.’ he mimed back.

‘Now that I’m unemployed thanks to you, you’re going to help me find a new job.’

Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. ‘Already done and taken care of.’

Your eyebrow shot up. ‘What did you do now, James?’

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. ‘I cashed in a favour from Sam. You’re going to be his PR manager now.’

Your face twisted into frustration. ‘Oh god. Working for him might be slightly worse than working for you.’

‘Excuse me!’ he scoffed out of offence. ‘Working with me is a pleasure!’

You sniffed in sarcasm as you pushed him off to sit up. Bucky took it as an opportunity to tackle you into the floor once more.

‘Bucky stop it!’ you shrieked as he poked his fingers to your sides.

‘Nope.’ he said, popping the ‘P’ on his tongue.

The super soldier found himself facing you once more, and peppered your face with kisses. His stubbled beard tickled you.

‘You know Bucky, there were several times where I wanted to quit working for you because you were unbearable.’ you joked as he continued to smother you.

‘Well,’ he started between kisses. ‘Now that I fired you and promoted you to my partner, you’re stuck with me. I’ll be taking care of you now.’

A bright smile appeared on your lips. Bucky took notice and mirrored the same smile as he dipped down to kiss your lips once more.

What was thought to be the most stressful night of your life ended up with you sprawled out on the floor with your ex-boss-turned boyfriend. 

Not that you could complain. For once in your life you were glad that you got fired from your job. The average working person would never say that.

But then again, your boss was far from average. He was an unbearable and incredibly sassy 110 year old super soldier turned politician who consistently pushed your buttons when it came to setting him straight for the sake of his political career.

With all things considered, it was no wonder that you fell in love with him. And you couldn't have had it any other way.

[dollfaceksj]

still don’t know my name | jjk (m) pt. 2

➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: mentions of rough sex; slapping, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, name calling, humiliation, degradation, mean!jk, biker!jk😋, bratty!reader (like reallll bratty), nude exchanging, pornography, cybersex, reader is a bit dumb, actually very dumb, sexting, flirting, neighbor beef, tension, jk smokes, bit of angst (cus it wouldn’t be a fic of mine if it didn’t have angst ofc), mentions of raw sex (WRAP IT UP), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 11.8k

a/n: whew. HI. can’t believe pt1 went off like that😭 thank u sm for enjoying this fic !

thanks to tumblr’s new 1k max blocks limit, i had to add the rest in a reblog. you’ll find a link to it at the bottom!

i call this a mini three-shot cause i just left out all the unimportant stuff. it just constantly skips to scenes where yn & jk bump into each other i really dgaf if it’s coincidental the entire time. i had and still have no intention of adding more lore than necessary😭 its just a pwp so i rlly dc abt the lack of story telling and whatnot i just wanted to get this horny idea out 🙄

make sure to check out eli’s version too! <3

enjoy 😘😘 — the next part (pt. 3) will be the final part!

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You still don’t know his name.

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And that is how you spend the rest of your weeks.

Flirting.

Sexting.

Sending pictures of your naked body to a random stranger on the internet.

A random stranger whose name you do not know.

A random stranger that doesn’t know your name, either.

A random stranger that you’re somehow slightly possessive over.

A random stranger that’s somehow slightly possessive over you.

Constantly posting subtweets about each other only further proves that. Indirectly wanting to tell other people to back off without actually doing so.

It’s crazy how you two clicked almost immediately. Maybe men aren’t a lost cause after all.

The subtweets consist of more pornographic content, provoking each other and wording your wishes of what you would like to do to one another on your timelines.

Like posting captions that say, ‘wish you were here’ alongside a video of a woman getting fucked into a worn-out mattress.

Or ‘this could be us’ and it’s a video of 2 people kissing like it’s their last day on earth.

But then at times, you both just chat like best friends. Talk about the movies you like. Or the anime he recommends. Or the music he likes to listen to. He gets oddly defensive about Justin Bieber.

Even though you’re both aware that you’re two strangers, you can’t help but feel like you two have known each other for longer than just a few weeks.

Like the time you found out you live in the same timezone. Live in the same state. Grew up watching the same things on TV. Have heard of each other’s high schools.

But any details have been kept private so far—for safety reasons, of course.

It’s not like you don’t trust him. It’s not that. It’s just weird sharing personal info with someone you don’t know personally.

But there’s been some talks about potentially meeting each other.

You wonder what he’s like in real life.

You bet he’s as charming as he is through text. Probably average looking but you don’t mind in the slightest. Pretty men only break hearts.

You still don’t know what he looks like and vice versa.

You still don’t know his name and vice versa.

Somehow you both wordlessly agreed on revealing your faces when you meet for the first time. The only physical details you’ve noticed are some of his tattoos that you can barely make out thanks to the poor quality of his pictures. His toned body. Veins. Sweatpants.

Most of his pictures are taken in the dark. Seems like he’s always just holed up at home and you deduce he might be a homebody or a gamer—something like that.

You usually can’t stand gamers (cue your annoying fucking neighbor) however, you can’t help but fantasize about sucking this random online stranger off while he’s gaming or have him bend you over his gaming setup. Let him fuck you from behind over his keyboard. Hips pounding into your asscheeks as his gaming chair squeaks.

The buzzing of your phone next to your hip snaps you out of your sinful trance.

[Twitter]

@archurback4me sent you a message!

Your heart always jolts like it’s been resuscitated every single time he sends you a message and that hasn’t changed in the past few weeks. There are simply no words to describe how it feels when your phone buzzes and it’s the person you’re thinking about.

You sit straight up on your couch, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce as you giddily unlock your phone.

@archurback4me | 11:12AM

Goodmorning brat

How’d you sleep

Sleep. How’d you sleep.

Right, that’s what you’d forgotten!

You | 11:13AM

wait omg

now i remember

i dreamed about you omggg

well you were kinda faceless but in my dream i knew it was you

@archurback4me | 11:13AM

Did you?

What kind of dream

You | 11:13AM

honestly it started out weird as fuck lol

i wish i could tell you something sexy but it really isn’t

you were in my old high school trying to buy something from the vending machine and it wouldn’t work

so you ended up punching it and then i stopped you

and told you to hit me instead like some kind of pick me girl lmaoooooo

@archurback4me | 11:14AM

LMAOOOO

Bruhhh

That is so random

Hitting you is crazy

You | 11:14AM

i know

i mean

watching you be so aggressive was pretty hot tho

woke up w drenched panties

@archurback4me | 11:15AM

That so?

You got proof or are you just talking out of your ass?

You | 11:15AM

ur trying to see my pussy at 11am? really? you’re horny at this hour?

@archurback4me | 11:16AM

11AM or 11PM

Idgaf

Let me see that pretty pussy

How are you supposed to decline when he says it like that?

You want to do everything he asks. Anything. Want him to want you. Need him to want you.

You drag your sweats down your legs, tossing them off your bed with a quick kick. The tip of your finger slips under the elastic of your panties, peeling it off your pussy and sliding it to the side.

Arm stretched out, you reach for a low angle of your glistening pussy. There’s a teeny tiny bit of stubble coming through, not that either of you really care.

You snap a quick photo. Check it. Aren’t satisfied. Snap a few more until you’re okay with the row of pictures you can choose from.

You | 11:19AM

(You sent a photo.)

@archurback4me | 11:21AM

For fucks sake

That wet from imagining me shaking up a vending machine, are you?

Shit

Can’t stop staring

You | 11:21AM

well yes.

i mean honestly

i don’t fantasize about you hitting me or anything like that

but being slapped across the face by you kind of sounds... hot

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

I’ve seen you tweet about it before

And you’ve rted several videos like that

So trust me

I know you’re into that

You | 11:23AM

hmm

yeah

i think it’s hot

but not like.. the way you’d slap someone for making fun of your mom

just... a quick slap to make me look at you when i’m disobeying

:)

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

Choking, spanking, slapping, hairpulling, spitting, gagging

You sure you can take all that?

You | 11:23AM

are you challenging me?

@archurback4me | 11:25AM

No

I know better than to challenge a brat over text

Just wanna make sure angel

You | 11:25AM

trust me i’ll be loud about it if i don’t like it

but only if you’re down with it

@archurback4me | 11:26AM

I am

Because your dirty mouth definitely deserves a few slaps whenever you start yapping like you do so well

You | 11:27AM

kiss my ass jay

you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid lmao

Oh, right. He’d told you to call him Jay about two weeks ago. You’ve been calling him that ever since.

@archurback4me | 11:30AM

Wish I could princess

Let me see that ass one more time

You | 11:30AM

🙄.

what do i get in return?

@archurback4me | 11:32AM

I’ll write your username on my pelvis and post a vid of me jacking off

Oh.

The thought of him, jacking off with your username written across his pelvis, free for everyone to see. The thought of claiming him. Having him all to yourself.

The tingle in your core is impossible to ignore. You want him.

You | 11:33AM

so all those ppl chatting you up in your dms know that you ultimately belong to me?

@archurback4me | 11:33AM

If that’d allow me to see your ass then 100%

You | 11:33AM

ur so thirsty

so many asses you can see online

why mine

@archurback4me | 11:34AM

Because yours is my favorite duh

You don’t have to of course

There’s a compromise, isn’t there?

His favorite?

Does he chat with other people as well? Do others send him pictures of their body too? Does he send them pictures too?

That alone brings a scowl to your face but you quickly realize that, yes, he can do what he wants.

You get up on your knees and stretch your arm out behind you. Phone upside down. Hit record. Spank your ass. Catch the watch it recoils on camera.

Repeat.

Make him never want anyone else again.

You | 11:35AM

🙄.

just shut up

(You sent a video.)

@archurback4me | 11:35AM

Holy shit I need you

I need you so bad

Ahhhh you’re driving me fucking crazy

You | 11:36AM

you could have me

@archurback4me | 11:36AM

I’m so serious I’ll come one of these weeks and I’m not even joking

You | 11:36AM

i wish you would

@archurback4me | 11:38AM

I will

Give me a date I’ll write it down

You | 11:38AM

you’re coming to stay for a few days, right?

i have plenty of room in my bed for you

@archurback4me | 11:39AM

Hmm

Was hoping you’d say that

One night with you would never be enough for me

You | 11:40AM

hehe

exactly 3 weeks from now

the entire week

what do you say?

@archurback4me | 11:42AM

Never noted something faster

I have a dog though

So I was thinking it’d be easier for you to come to me

You | 11:43AM

i don’t mind you bringing your dog

luv dogs

but don’t think i forgot about what i was gonna get in return for sending you my ass

@archurback4me | 11:44AM

Jeez

He doesn’t reply for quite some time. The typing bubble doesn’t pop up either.

But after several minutes a new tweet pops up on your feed.

He didn’t caption it. Just a video that starts with his abs. You watch as his fingers trail down his stomach and tug his underwear down, revealing his squiggly inked skin.

And there it is, ‘@bratgaIore’ written across his pelvis in black marker.

He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking his rock hard dick at a perfect pace. The sound has been turned off and you really wish it wasn’t but then again, you don’t want anyone else hearing him.

Want him sounding pretty for you. Just for you.

You’ve clearly been staring at the video for too long because you get a new message.

@archurback4me | 11:54AM

Happy?

You | 11:56AM

holy shit

you actually did it

@archurback4me | 11:57AM

Of course I did

I don’t play when it comes to that ass of yours

You | 11:58AM

hm

now im rlly horny

@archurback4me | 11:58AM

Aren’t you always

You | 11:58AM

thanks to you

i hate you

@archurback4me | 11:59AM

That’s fine

The feeling’s mutual anyway

Gonna enjoy the way you fall apart under me when I fuck you

Fuck you until you’re stupid

You | 12:03PM

a dream come true

:p

guess what

@archurback4me | 12:04PM

Hm?

You | 12:06PM

(You sent a photo.)

The photo is a picture of your soaking wet pussy with his username written on your pelvis in black marker, too.

@archurback4me | 12:08PM

What the fuck

You’re trying to fucking kill me angel

I need to insert my tongue immediately

You | 12:09PM

here come the harvard graduates

insert is crazy

@archurback4me | 12:10PM

You drive me crazy

Pussy got me acting all formal and shit LMAOO

Got me wanting to wear a bib and say Itadakimasu😋 when I dive in

Fuck

Want you on my face so fucking bad

Spank you while you ride my face

Don’t think I’ve ever seen something so pretty

Think my mind will change when I see your face though

You | 12:11PM

LMAOOOO not itadakimasu😭😭😭

hmm

you like it?

@archurback4me | 12:12PM

Are you insane

I keep going back to it

You should write my username when we meet so I can see it when I take your clothes off

Know that your pussy belongs to me

You | 12:12PM

if you do it too

@archurback4me | 12:13PM

Deal

You | 12:13PM

hehe

😋.

btw

@archurback4me | 12:14PM

Hm?

You | 12:14PM

are you clean

@archurback4me | 12:15PM

What?

You | 12:16PM

like

are you clean

for raw sex

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Oh

Yeah I am

I’ll send you my results when I’m home

You | 12:16PM

you don’t have to do that i believe you

i’m clean too

where are you rn?

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Just left to meet a friend

You | 12:17PM

oh

you’re not texting and driving right

@archurback4me | 12:18PM

Of course not, babe.

How am I supposed to meet my dumb girl when I’m dead?

I’m going by foot

Babe.

My dumb girl.

This is dangerous territory.

You | 12:19PM

hm

just like how i want to be the death of you as i tease you while ur in public

@archurback4me | 12:19PM

Don’t

I’m warning you

I don’t wanna meet my friends with a raging boner

I just got rid of one

You | 12:20PM

ur so easy lol

@archurback4me | 12:22PM

Just you wait you little brat

Gonna leave you so fucking sore when I’m done with you

No breaks

Fuck you the whole week long

You | 12:23PM

hmm

gonna fuck me like you hate me?

@archurback4me | 12:24PM

I do hate you

A lot

Dumb girl

Don’t think that’s gonna change when I see you in real life

Might get even more pissed off when I see your bratty mug actually

I just know your face is so fucking bratty

You | 12:25PM

you’d be obsessed with me

i’m really pretty

@archurback4me | 12:26PM

Lmao yeah I probably will be

I’m sure you are

Gonna defile your pretty face when I cum all over it you stupid brat

But my friend’s here

I’ll ttyl princess

You | 12:27PM

can’t wait

bye daddy

@archurback4me | 12:27PM

Hell nahhhhh

Don’t call me that

You | 12:30PM

ok then bye mr. fuck-you-everyday-of-the-week

@archurback4me | 12:30PM

And will

Night after night

You | 12:30PM

go already

byeeeee

@archurback4me | 12:32PM

Bye princess

You go about your day like you usually would and later that night, he ends up sending you his results anyway. You were already asleep by then, though.

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[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 3

one two

synopsis: “ just drop your boyfriend. ”

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!!), mikey and baji’s are fairly long, mitsuya’s short and sweet, not proof-read, mild mention of violence, mild angst (for the exes), and i think that’s it

notes: whew wasn’t sure where to take some of these, but i’m fairly satisfied with this conclusion for hate your boyfriend! thank you all for showing it love and i hope y’all enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow, @captaincyberqueen

The sun was the first to greet you as it peeked through your curtains.

Awaking with a soft groan and a stretch, you winced at the immediate ache in your muscles that answered instead of relief. You began to slowly sit up, hissing through your teeth as you did. Blinking groggily at your naked form, you could vaguely make out the bruises painted along your inner thighs. The longer you examined them, the more memories that came flooding in:

Your legs were high enough to nearly touch your shoulders, spread wide and unabashed with your back pressed into the mattress, fingers tangled in silky tresses that curtained over your hips like spilled ink while an experienced tongue fluent in your pleasure buried itself deep in your…

You remembered. MIKEY had paid you a visit last night.

When your mind eventually caught up with your body, you turned to the other side of the bed hoping to be met with the comforting presence of your still sleeping companion. You grimaced.

Empty.

Tears slowly welled up in your eyes. Biting your lip to push back the whimper you so desperately wanted to let out, you hit the pillow where his head laid instead, then a couple more times for good measure. To think that this visit would’ve been any different, that for once you would mean more to him than just someone to fool around with whenever he felt like it.

But, before you could wallow in self pity any further, there’s a knock on the bedroom door. You jumped, tugging the covers up to salvage what little decency you had in your vulnerable state. With your heart thumping wildly in your ribs, your breath hitched…Did he stay after all?

A second knock. This one a little more persistent.

With a stuttered intake of breath, you answered, “C-Come in.”

There’s a brief pause, as if the person on the other side hesitated in case they heard you wrong. You called out again, this time more confidently, your fists bunching up the sheets in anticipation at the sound of the doorknob turning; hope bloomed where dread had been planted. A watery smile grew on your face, however, the person who ended up peeking around the door wasn’t at all who you were expecting.

“Wha—Takemichi?!”

Your screech made the blonde startle, jerking back into whoever was standing behind him causing them both to yelp in pain before he was promptly shoved further into the room. Stumbling over his footing, Takemichi fell flat on the floor with a large thud. You winced, reflexively pulling the covers closer to your chin. Shortly after, the culprit revealed himself, a disgruntled Chifuyu holding his nose in pain as he glared down at the offender.

“Jeez, dude, s’your head made outta freaking stone?”

Takemichi grunted from below, “You were the one breathing down my damn neck!”

Like a deer in headlights, you watched the two of them bicker back and forth for a good second until the realization of your very nakedness beneath the covers caught up with you. With fire shrouding beneath your skin, you squeaked, “U-Uh excuse me!”

The two blondes froze, as if they just remembered what they were supposed to be doing. When their eyes darted in your direction, faces lit up like Christmas, Chifuyu and Takemichi swiftly turned on their heels with stiffened bodies while profusely apologizing as they faced away to give you privacy. Nervously, you searched around for a shirt or something, seeing clothes already waiting for you on your nightstand. You knew based on how haphazardly folded they were, Mikey left them there.

Your chest didn’t feel as tight anymore.

Without hesitation you snatched the shirt and sweats and quickly threw them on. Now somewhat decent, you gave the devastated pair the okay. “You can look now…”

Even from behind, you could tell how flustered they were, their ears red and demeanor meek as they hesitantly turned back around. Chifuyu scratched his cheek and Takemichi rubbed the back of his neck, both avoiding eye contact. The former was the first to break the awkward silence, “Sorry ‘bout that, [_____].”

He elbowed the latter. “Guht!… right. Sorry [_____].”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “It’s fine…you did knock. I just…wasn’t expecting to see you two.”

“Oh, right. Mikey called us. We arrived a few minutes ago, actually.”

“Yeah, he told us to check on you to see if you were awake—”

“He’s still here?” You perked up, hopes raised high to the ceiling. The duo finally looked at you again to show their confusion. Were you not aware of that?

Clearly from your elated expression, that seemed to be the case. Both nodded firmly, and they could’ve sworn the room grew brighter from your smile alone. However, it soon dissipated when an unanswered question still hung in the air.

With a confused blink, you asked, “Wait but…why’d he call you?”

They avoided eye contact again. Takemichi answered.

“You uh.. you’re needed in the living room.”

—

Though you struggled to get out of the bed and walk, you were grateful neither of them commented on it as they escorted you out of the bedroom. From down the hall, you could faintly make out a few other voices coming from the living room, nerves beginning to raddle as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt—More people?

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight you’re greeted with. Your eyes locked on the individual tied to a chair in the middle of the room, first. His head hung low, as if he were on the verge of unconsciousness, but there was no mistaking it. “A-Aki..”

Your presence was acknowledged instantly, every pair of eyes now on you. You felt rooted to the floor, utterly gobsmacked as you scanned the small area with alarms sounding off in your head—Draken, Mitsuya, even Baji came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of ice before halting in his tracks upon noticing you. He greeted you with a wordless, fanged grin before the one man you’ve been wondering about since you woke up trailed out from behind him.

His low, tired gaze slowly sparked to life when it landed on you, lips spreading into a warm grin as he opened his arms and said, “Mornin’, angel. Sleep well?”

You widely blinked.

“Mikey…what’re you.. what is—what,” you stammered, having difficulty choosing what question to ask first as you vaguely gestured.

Your boyfriend sluggishly lifted his head, revealing his taped mouth and swollen face. Your jaw dropped, hand flying up to catch it; man’s was fucked up. And to add insult to injury, the former blonde practically floated over to you to happily engulf you in his strong embrace, as if the scene in front of you wasn’t there. You hesitated returning his affection, perturbed as you watched Baji set the bowl of ice on the coffee table and submerged his fists in it to numb his knuckles.

You gasped before gently pushing Mikey back to shout at the ravenette, “Don’t!”

Baji paused, looking over his shoulder at you. With mild annoyance, he said, “But t’s my turn.”

“Fuck your turn,” you looked back at Mikey, practically staring into his soul. “Explain yourself. Right now.”

He frowned. “No good mornin’ kiss?”

“Mikey.” You pressed, making him pout. When he didn’t say anything in response, you huffed before quickly pecking his lips, face boiling at the fact that there was an audience; you could feel Aki’s glare trying to burn you both. Mikey, on the other hand, beamed with satisfaction. “Now, will you please-”

“One more.”

“Wha—No.”

He pouted again. “One more, and then I’ll explain-”

“Right now, Manjiro!”

Your volume was unexpected, the room startling to a halt. Before Mikey had a chance to speak, you cut him off by lightly shoving him while spewing questions at him, “What the hell is Aki doing tied up in my living room like a fucking hostage? And why are you giving our friends turns?—Turns for what? Is this what you’ve seriously been doing while I was asleep? Trying to make some stupid point? Sneaking around with you wasn’t enough?”

“[_____]-”

“Why did you make me wake up thinking you left again without saying goodbye, you asshole?!”

That last part resulted in you beating your fists against his chest, and Mikey took every hit without protest.

Draken went to speak, since obviously their leader was taking his sweet time providing explanation, but swallowed his words when the shorter delinquent merely wrapped you in his arms again, placing a kiss on your forehead to smooth out the stress lines. He lingered there for a moment before resting his chin upon your head, hands soothingly rubbing your back as you shakily returned the hug, tightly clutching onto his shirt.

Gazes respectfully averted from the vulnerable display, aside from Aki as he continued to watch the two of you, overcome with despair when it all sunk in; you were never his. He had always been second place when it came to Manjiro Sano.

“Don’t be upset, angel. ‘m not going anywhere.”

You sniffled. “Then why-”

Mikey replied, coldly. “Seems your little plaything’s been busy. He paid off a couple of third-rate gangs to try and ‘stomp me out for good’.”

You stiffened, pulling back to search his eyes for any hint of a joke, but the abyss merely stared back. With a slight shake in your head, you attempted to deny the information, not wanting to believe Aki would do such a thing. But, after getting confirmation from the others, there was no room for any doubt.

“Only took us minutes to find out,” Mitsuya said. “Some of their members were cocky enough to go around running their mouths in hopes of recruiting other guys.”

“We tracked down every single one of the bastards involved. Took a few days, but a success nonetheless.” Draken added.

“And guess whose sorry ass was at the root of it all.” Baji sneered, kicking the side of the chair and sending Aki toppling over. He landed with a large thud, moans of pain following shortly after, muffled under the tape on his mouth.

You winced slightly at the sound, but weren’t able to dwell on it for long when Mikey redirected your focus back on him with a gentle nudge under your chin. His expression spoke a thousand words, ranging from solemn to devotion.

Reaching down to hold your hands, he explained.

“That’s why I left town the night after your party. Didn’t want you getting caught up in anything until we got this shit sorted out.”

With a blink, your eyes briefly shifted over to the groaning figure on your living room floor. “A bit late for that.”

Draken shook his head. “Told him we could’ve gone somewhere else to do this. Dumbass just wanted to wave his dick around.”

Mikey flushed, glaring at his second in command. “Did not!”

“Did, too.”

“Shut up, Ken-chin...” he huffed, pouting. “I just knew he wouldn’t suspect anything if [_____] asked him to come over.”

Your brows furrowed. But, your questions are answered when Mikey pulled said device from his pocket, handing it back to you.

“Might’ve borrowed this while you were sleeping.”

Taking the phone in one hand, you could only stare down at your reflection in the screen as it felt like a heavy weight in your hand. Your eyes trailed over to Aki, meeting his pained gaze as he breathed heavily through his nose. A large part of you felt horrible. With him receiving a beating on top of discovering your unfaithfulness, there was no ignoring the lump in your throat as you struggled to swallow. "I...I didn't want things to get this bad..."

Mikey squeezed your other hand, "It's not your fault, angel. Aki just forgot his place, that's all." He shot down an indifferent look at his pathetic form, Aki's blood running cold as he attempted to make himself appear smaller to avoid it. The former blonde directed a softer look at you, rubbing your arm as he assured you. "But the boys'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty head."

Draken nodded at Takemichi and Chifuyu, the two of them making quick work to sit the guest of the hour upright, each grabbing at the chair's legs to lift Aki up and carry him out of the living room. He slowly began to panic, eyes wildly looking around the room and then landing on you as he pleaded with them, yells muffled by the tape around his mouth. "Mmmh! Mmfh! Mmfhh!"

You gaped, nervously taking a small step forward, "W-Where are you taking him?"

"Relax. Pah's lending us his truck, we're gonna load the fucker up and drop him at the hospital. I wanted to let him stargaze by a dumpster somewhere, but I was outvoted." Baji grumbled.

You allowed yourself to find relief in his statement, although it only sparked another concern. One that Mitsuya picked up on as he waved a hand. "We'll have Michi and Fuyu keeping tabs on him, make sure he behaves."

Mikey scoffed. "Even if he's stupid enough to run to the cops, we've got a few of his buddies ready to pin a bunch of shit on him, if necessary."

Without realizing just how much adrenaline you were running on, you could feel your legs buckle under you. Mikey was quick to steady you, bringing you over to the couch to sit you down, gently. He gestured for someone grab something to drink from the kitchen, Draken being the closest doing just that while Baji and Mitsuya trailed Takemichi and Chifuyu out the door to help with the truck.

Sitting there, lost in your thoughts, eventually the cold sensation of the glass of water pressed to your cheek snapped you free. Absentmindedly taking it from Draken, you muttered a soft thanks before chugging it down. Mikey sat beside you, rubbing your back as he let you take it all in. The second in command was dismissed shortly after to give the two of you some alone time, him placing a hand on your shoulder before taking his leave and closing the front door with a slam.

You jumped, blinking for a moment. Mikey took the empty cup from your shaky hands, taking them into his own as he held them. “What’s on your mind, angel?”

Closing your eyes, you deeply inhaled. Everything. Everything, everywhere, all at once, that’s what. However, you merely exhaled a small chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head as you eventually lifted your gaze to meet his attentive one. Squeezing his hands back, you softly, tiredly, responded. “Can you come back to bed now?”

Mikey looked at you, caught off guard. Then, he offered you a small grin of which soon turned into a yawn of his own. “Of course, angel.”

“So. This a thing now, or..?”

Inui’s eyes darted between you and DRAKEN, all cuddled up on your side of the booth. He was sipping his drink nonchalantly with you wrapped around his bicep, playing with his free hand while scrolling through social media. Both of you exchanged looks, him swallowing and your thumb stopping mid-scroll, then back at the confused blonde.

“Yeah.”

“Pretty much.” You chirped.

Inui heavily sighed. “Great. Means ‘m officially a third wheel. I’ll think twice before agreeing to hang out from now on. I’ve been traumatized enough when you were just on friendly terms. And I use that label lightly.”

Draken rolled his eyes. “Tsk. We were not that bad.”

“Need I remind you of the time I came into the shop earlier than normal, and you had them spread across the—Ngh!”

“Whoops. My foot slipped.” You coyly hummed, going back to scrolling. Inui’s brow twitched, reaching down to sooth his poor shin.

Draken snorted, face subtly flushed having remembered that day, vividly. It was one of the times you and your boy toy got into an argument; give you one guess about who. He cleared his throat, fist up to his lips to hide the growing smirk as Inui shot him a small glare, mouth opening to say more…until he’s loudly interrupted.

“You should’ve seen ‘em. I had that loser running for the hills!”

All three of you paused, exchanging looks of bewilderment. Peering over the booth you could see a group of guys entering the cafe, their leader instantly being recognized by both you and Draken; Takeru. You blinked in surprise, the two mechanics watching with mild interest as the boastful nuisance picked a nearby table, completely oblivious to the attention they've drawn. His friends appeared annoyed, groans leaving their lips as they slumped in their seats.

"Yeah, man, so you've said...for the hundredth time already." One had said, the other shaking his head.

"I still don't buy it. I mean, you, of all people, scaring off the Draken? No shot in hell."

Inui's eyes widened to the size of plates, you nearly choked on air whilst the forementioned man merely raised his eyebrow at the slander. Him? Running from that wet napkin? Damn straight no shot in hell. Takeru, on the other hand, was very adamant on the events being true.

He gave a smug laugh, sounding like a cartoon villain as he crossed his arms in triumph. "Well, you better believe it! I told him off for getting too friendly with [_____] and left him picking himself off the floor afterwards. It was light work."

His friends didn't look convinced in the slightest. "Mhm." "Sure, dude."

"I'm serious!"

Draken set his drink down, wry smirk growing on his face. He then cracked his neck and his knuckles as he readied himself for a much-deserved confrontation. Inui sighed, following suit as he rolled his shoulders back before standing. You sat up on your knees, whining at him as you tugged on his sleeve. "Don't kill him, Ken, I still need to get some of my things from his place..."

"I'll buy you new shit, doll." He said, gun-metal eyes hardening as he looked over at the other table. "'fraid I can't make any promises this time."

With Takeru facing the opposite direction, there was no way for him to notice the impending doom behind him. His friends, however, resemble deer in headlights at the sight of the six-foot-one and five-foot-ten approaching. Instantly recognizing the infamous dragon tattoo, they knew their friend's fate was about to be sealed. One gulped and the other merely closed his eyes in prayer.

Takeru tilted his head at them, brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, only for a large hand to latch onto his shoulder and squeeze, rendering him speechless as pain racked through his body like red alerts across a screen. Draken leered over him like a blanket of death, wearing a sharp grin as he spoke venomously.

"Oi. Mr. Light Work. Why don’t you tell me and Inui here all about how you had me ‘running for the hills’ and ‘picking myself off the floor’. I seem to recall a different scenario, but hey, you can help jog my memory outside, yeah?"

When Makoto first opened his eyes after what felt like an eternal slumber, it took him a moment to gather his surroundinngs. The bright, cold lights on the ceiling. The crisp smell of lemon-scented disinfectant and latex. The rhythmic beating of his heart monitor.

Hospital. He was in the hospital.

With a few confused blinks and a groan, he wracked his brain to try and remember what happened that landed him in there. How long had it been? A day? A week? He wasn’t sure. But, he wouldn’t have to ponder long when his privacy curtain is pulled back to reveal his mother and a nurse. She gasped, flocking to his bedside with tears instantly flowing out of her face, kisses being showered on his bruises that instantly made him hiss in pain.

“Ngh-! M-Mom,” he rasped, struggling to lean away. The nurse, though nervously, advised against any sudden movements due to his weakened state.

“Ma’am, it may not be wise to overwhelm the patient so soon, he’s-”

She fixed the nurse with a hard glare, tears still streaming down her face, looking rather unhinged. “My husband doesn’t donate thousands of dollars to this hospital for you to give unsolicited advice. Do your job and get him something to eat.”

Bristled, the nurse bit her tongue before saying something she’d regret. With a small bow she excused herself, leaving just the two of them. Immediately, his mother went back to wailing about his injuries, asking him a million questions, whilst cursing about his ‘no-good significant other for getting him into trouble’—

“Wait, wait, wait. What did you say?”

“Hm? Oh, that [_____]. I told you they were no good, just based on their lack of decorum and who they associate with, it was bound to have you end up in the hospital, or worse. Thank God they agreed to leave you for good after this because I don’t know what I would’ve done if-”

“What did they say happened?” Makoto asked, exasperated.

His mother blinked, then burst into tears once more. “Oh, no! My poor baby has amnesia! Nurse! Nurse!”

“Mother!” He exclaimed, latching onto her sleeve before she could cause more of a scene. “Tell me what [_____] told you!”

“Honey, they said you got into fight trying to protect them from a mugging.”

Makoto froze. Then, with the speed of a man on fire, tossed the thin, scratchy blankets off to the side and jumped out of bed. Nearly giving his mother a heart attack, her nagging fell upon deaf ears as he made a beeline for his things gathered in a chair sitting in the corner, immediately searching for his phone. Upon finding the device, his sourtude only worsened when he saw there were no missed calls, no texts, no nothing from you.

He began blowing up your phone, but to no avail. Went straight to voicemail every time. Minutes passed, and Makoto grew increasingly more irritated to where one could see steam emitting from his ears. His mother continued pestering him, and soon the nurse came back with a tray of food, shocked to see him out of bed and joining the pestering, of which turned into the both of them arguing once more. But he paid them no mind, too busy delving into white hot hatred, ready to sign a deal with the devil himself if it meant you and that BAJI paid for humiliating him.

Just as he was about to dial again, there's a knock at the door.

The nurse and his mother pause their back and forth, looking over at the doorway to see a boy with dual-toned hair and a dangly earring. He gave a small grin, but his eyes practically pierced through Makoto. He didn't recognize the visitor, but judging based on his tatted neck and unsettling aura, he knew it couldn't mean anything good.

"Excuse me," his mother soon broke the silence. "I believe you have the wrong room."

"Oh, no, I have the right room. My name's Kazutora. I'm a friend of [_____]'s."

Makoto's eyes widened. He thrusted an accusatory finger at him, "N-No, I know you! Y-You're that felon, you work at that pet store with that psycho who attacked me, Keisuke Baji!"

Kazutora tilted his head. "Hm? Baji didn't attack you. You were knocked out cold by a thief. [_____] called him to help bring you all the way here-"

"There wasn't any mugging! I was assaulted by that thug in [______]'s apartment!"

"What?!" His mother screeched. Kazutora merely shook his head.

"Mm, no, I think you're mistaken. Baji was at the shop when [_____] called him. They're both at the police station right now giving their statement. They sent me here to check in on you." Kazutora lied effortlessly through his teeth, stare unwavering as he gaslit everyone in the room. "Clearly you hit your head pretty hard, man. Maybe you should lie back down. You aren't thinking straight."

Makoto floundered, gesturing wildly. "HE'S FUCKING LYING!"

His mother and the nurse didn't make the situation any better, cornering him and ushering him back to bed. Even though he struggled, there was no stopping the strength of an overworked, underpaid nurse as she slammed him down onto the bed, wrestling with him for a moment until she secured him with his mother's help, tucking him in tightly within the blankets. His mother fawned over him, combing through his hair, being careful of the bandages. Tears welled up in her eyes again, thinking that her son had gone hysterical. "My poor baby..."

"No, mother, you don't understand! You need to call our attorneys right now, c-call the police! That b-bastard's trying to make me sound crazy!"

"Maybe some morphine will help calm him down." Kazutora casually commented to the nurse. She grunted in agreement, worn out from dealing with the both of them as she left to prepare a heavy dosage.

He continued to shout in protest, all the way up until the nurse stuck him with the morphine. He tried to fight against it, but it was no use. And the last thing he could comprehend before the world faded to black was the hazy outline of Kazutora, approaching his bed as he leaned down to whisper a parting threat.

"Don’t try anything stupid. We know where you live."

—

Baji's phone vibrated, causing him to groan as he turned to squint at the offending device. With you fucked out, laid out, and passed out in his arms, he wanted nothing more to ignore whatever asshole was texting him. But, upon further inspection, it was his favorite asshole sending him an update on his little problem.

from : tora 9:09pm     “ 👍. ”

He grinned, sharply. After locking his phone and setting it back on the nightstand, he tugged you closer to his side, exhaling deeply in satisfaction. He'll be sure to visit the 'brave hero' tomorrow. May even bring Patches.

He wished he had a camera to capture the look on your boyfriend’s face right now.

When Haji came over to apologize for his behavior yesterday, flowers in his hand and everything, MITSUYA was the last thing he expected to see. Said lavender-haired delinquent looked him up and down, disinterest coloring his expression as he leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, mind you. It didn't take Haji long to notice the assortment of hickies painted across his pale torso, all the way down to his pelvis visible in his low-hanging joggers.

Haji could feel bile rise in the back of his throat. Anger soon bubbled right after.

But, before he could even think to spew out threats, Mitsuya reeled his arm back and with the strength of God himself landed one crack right between Haji's eyes, sending him and the flowers flying backward, right off the stoop. He landed with a sickening thud to the pavement, flowers spreading haphazardly as some fluttered in the air until they eventually landed on the ground. Mitsuya shook out his knuckles, turned on his heel to grab the couple of boxes sitting near the doorway, filled with some of Haji’s stuff. He tossed them out the door to land right by his unconscious body, dusting off his hands before heading back inside, slamming the door right behind him.

Like he said. He only needed one.

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[marlynnofmany]

At Home in the Mud

“Hey Wio, does your hover stool work over mud?” I asked from the door to the cockpit.

“Not deep mud,” Wio said, glancing at me with her tentacles at work on the controls. “The sensors feel for solid ground.”

“Dang.” I sighed. “Guess I’m stuck with cleaning the exo suit after this delivery.”

“Yeah, sorry,” she said. “There are fresh batteries for the gravity wands, at least. Shouldn’t take you too long.”

Zhee stalked past me, his many bug feet clicking in what was probably irritation. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I, at least until he was out of earshot in the direction of the cargo bay.

I whispered to Wio, “And at least I only have two legs to clean.”

“Good point,” she agreed. “Best of luck!”

I thanked her and headed off after Zhee to where the exo suits waited. He had a head start in getting his on, which he needed. I tried not to draw attention to how easily I tugged mine on over my regular clothes (minus the shoes). Zhee didn’t even take the opportunity to make fun of my need for footwear; he seemed determined to get this delivery over with as quickly as possible.

He said, “Be sure to hold on to the hoversled so you don’t fall and slow us down.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed. I’d planned to keep a solid grip anyway. Hopefully this mud wasn’t the foot-sucking kind.

The ship landed gently — or rather, arrived. There was no landing pad close enough to our client’s location, at least none above the mud at this time of year, so Wio held the ship just above the surface on stable thrusters. The ramp nearly touched the mud.

Captain Sunlight had come in to see us off, and she stood to the side as we hustled down the ramp. “Be quick but careful!” she told us.

Zhee replied, “That’s the plan.”

I freed a hand to wave, then grabbed the edge of our most reliable hoversled. I would have liked to ride on it next to the cases of medical supplies (low priority, not urgent, thankfully), but that wouldn’t have been fair to Zhee. So I did my share of pushing and stepped cautiously into the mud.

Whew, I thought. More watery than thick. I can walk in this. And it was cold, but the exo suit did a decent job of insulating for temperature. I took in the sights more confidently, appreciating the fuzzy moss on all the trees, and the intricate shapes that the bushes grew in. It didn’t quite look like an Earth swamp, but it didn’t look hostile, and that was all I could ask for, really.

Behind us, the ship closed the bay door and lifted up to a more comfortable height to wait. Zhee, with a better view of the screen on the front of the sled, pointed with a pincher arm. We changed direction slightly and trudged through the mud.

The depth changed a few times in quick succession, going from ankle deep to above the knee and back. I did my best to maintain a careful speed, though it was tricky since I couldn’t see the bottom. Zhee seemed to be doing fine. I held onto the sled and took long strides, feeling the way with one foot before trusting my weight to it. Thicker lumps and rocks lurked along the uneven ground. I focused on stepping between them without losing my balance, trusting Zhee to keep us on track.

“Scenic,” I commented to break the monotony of silence and my own breathing inside the helmet.

“Wet,” Zhee replied.

“Scenic and wet.” I glanced up at the mossy trees, then back down at the watery mud. Muddy water? Somewhere in between. “Not the easiest place to walk, though.”

“The captain could have chosen Blip and Blop for this delivery,” Zhee griped. “But no, they’re busy helping Eggskin prepare some complicated food.”

“And Paint wouldn’t be up for this temperature,” I said as I stepped into deeper water that chilled me to my thighs. “Or this depth, really.”

“Paint misses out on a lot of unpleasant environments. Lucky.”

I looked over at him across the pile of strapped-down cases. “Only because she’d pass out and die if she got too cold. I don’t know if I’d call that lucky.”

Zhee tapped an antenna against the inside of his helmet. “Bah. Today, she’s lucky to be coldblooded. We’re stuck with this instead.”

I mentally ran down the roster of our other crewmates. Some of them, like Wio, had other jobs to be doing. “I suppose Mur wouldn’t have an easy time in something this deep either.” I didn’t even know if he could swim. Looking like a squid didn’t necessarily translate.

“No one is likely to have an easy time in this,” Zhee said, shaking a foreleg and splattering watery mud across a tree trunk. “I can’t imagine why the client chose to live here.”

“Maybe they like mud,” I said, trying to watch my feet even though I couldn’t see them.

“They are welcome to it. I look forward to getting back to the ship.”

I was in agreement about that. The info summary about this location had said it was the wet season (Really? Shocking) and that the regular roadways were unavailable. I was under the impression that there was a town somewhere nearby, or at least other people than just the one, but all I could see was endless swamp.

With rocks and the occasional tree root just waiting to trip me. I focused on stepping carefully and trying not to slow our progress.

Concentrating as I was, I didn’t realize we’d arrived until Zhee tugged the sled to the side. I looked up to find the first dry ground I’d seen rising out of the mud into a walkway of flat paving stones. A round stone house perched at the top of the rise.

We slogged up to leave an interesting set of footprints along the walkway: my left/right muddy bootprints and Zhee’s collection of much smaller splats. With the hoversled between us, it looked like this house was getting two visitors interested in staying as far away from each other as possible, instead of a single delivery.

When we got close, a chorus of tiny squeaks started up. I located the source: a small cage hanging beside the door, which held a handful of cricket-sized whatevers. While Zhee found what passed for a doorbell, I took a surreptitious look. They were small and blobby, not mini near-cousins of his, which was definitely for the best.

“Delivery!” Zhee announced while a chime jangled.

Various bumps and a muffled voice sounded from inside, then our avian client opened the door eagerly. “Thank you for coming!” he said in the same trade language we were using, just with the distinct quackity overtones of his particular species. His dark feathers were flecked with white and he kept his arms folded as if they were wings. He said earnestly, “I hope it wasn’t too long of a walk.”

“It was fine,” Zhee said. “Would you like your packages unloaded right here?”

“Oh! Ahmm…” the ducky fellow looked indecisively between the stack of boxes, the paving stones, and the indoors.

I said, “We could carry them in for you, but we’d track in a bit of mud.” The sled was much too wide to fit through the door.

“That’s all right; I’ll move them,” he decided. “Out here is fine. Now where should I—? Yes, thank you.” He took the payment screen from Zhee and signed for the delivery while I undid the straps holding everything down. We didn’t always bother with those, but I was starting to think we should. If I’d managed to trip and knock a box into the mud, that would have been an embarrassing bad mark on our record.

While we unloaded the boxes, those little whatsits serenaded us with a fresh chorus of squeaky chirps. It reminded me of tame finches with just a touch of guinea pig. I wondered if this was the local version of a windchime or something else.

The client saw me staring and said, “My dear little Cozy went missing, and these are his favorite food. I’m hoping to lure him back. You haven’t seen him, have you? A young cuddlebeast about this big, with a white stripe on his head?” He held clawed hands a few inches apart.

“Sorry, no,” I said with a look at Zhee. “I didn’t see any beasts at all. Did you?”

“No,” Zhee agreed. “Just mud.”

The client ruffled his feathers in a way I didn’t know how to read; maybe he was embarrassed. “They did tell me he’s suited to living in this environment, and he might not return if I let him out, but I haven’t given up hope. My home is nice and warm, after all.”

“We’ll keep an eye out on the walk back,” I told him. “Does he come when he’s called?”

“He always did when he was inside the house,” the guy said. “Cozy! Cozyyy!” He waited for a moment, then looked down. “He loves his cuddles. I hope nothing bad has happened to him.”

Zhee set down the last box. “You’ve done what you can,” he assured the client, sounding like he might have even meant it.

“I suppose so.” The ducky guy looked sad for a moment, then rallied. “Well, thank you again! I don’t want to keep you. Safe travels!”

We bid him goodbye and headed back down into the mud, with me waving goodbye and Zhee trying to make good time. The client went back into his house and I focused on taking long strides again.

We went slightly to the side of the route we’d taken before. The mud was much lumpier here, with herds of round rocks that rolled around and made the footing treacherous. Despite my death grip on the sled, I was nearly swimming at a couple points in an effort to keep up. The muddy water was deep enough to swim in, but not consistently so, otherwise I might have given up and started paddling.

I had just decided to ask Zhee to slow down when I lost my footing completely and went under, holding my breath in panic before I remembered the exo suit covered my head. I got my feet under me by kicking lumps out of the way and I stood in the waist-high mud, wiping futilely at the dirty face mask.

Zhee sighed audibly and stopped walking. “Really?”

“It’s hard to find somewhere solid to step!” I exclaimed. “There are rocks and lumps of mud everywhere!” I scooped one up to prove my point, ending up with what looked like a potato. “Huh. That’s too light to be a rock. Tuber?”

“Fascinating,” Zhee said drily.

“It reminds me of an Earth food, but those don’t grow in swamps,” I said, giving it a closer look.

“Do not bring it back to the ship for eating,” Zhee said sternly.

“I wasn’t going to!” I protested.

“Good. It’s probably horribly smelly and liable to poison half the crew.”

I started to protest more, just on principle, then the potato opened an eye and I dropped it. “Ah!”

“What?”

“It’s a creature!” I shuffled in place, feeling more potato-like shapes bump against my ankles in the cold watery mud. “Are these all animals??”

“Ugh,” Zhee declared, lifting a couple exo suited legs out of the murk on his side of the hoversled. “What an unpleasant choice of environmental niches.”

I was thinking fast. “Wait, these could be like toads. It’s cold right now; maybe they’re hibernating. Hey, do you know what a ‘cuddlebeast’ actually looks like?”

“Not a clue. That’s your area of expertise.” Zhee gave me a look through the domes over his faceted eyes. “Do these things look especially cuddleable to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” I felt around gingerly for another one, hoping they didn’t have sharp teeth to use on people who interrupted their hibernation. “But that would explain why Cozy never came back, if he’s out here dozing with his distant family.”

“Well I’m sure he’s very happy if so,” Zhee said, stepping forward. “Let’s be off.”

“Wait, lemme try something first.” I put a hand on the sled as it eased past, but did my best impression of the squeaks that the food animals had made earlier. Cute little questioning sounds, like they were curious.

“If that didn’t work close to the house, it’s unlikely to work out here,” Zhee said. But he stopped again.

“It’s worth a shot,” I said. “Cozy! Cozyyy!” Then I squeaked some more.

“What a surprise; nothing. Now let’s—” Zhee flinched when something by his hind leg croaked.

“Cozy!” I said with a grin, ducking to look under the hoversled. “Here, boy!” Something potato-like with big eyes and a distinct pale swatch on the top was treading water in the murk.

Zhee stepped fastidiously to higher ground. “I can’t believe you found it.”

“Yup,” I said, testing my footing. “Now I just have to catch it.”

“As long as you keep your mud to yourself.”

“No promises,” I said, making the first lunge of many and only splashing a little.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

In the early days of the Justice League, Black Canary and Superman often tried to get the team together for more casual purposes than fighting alien invasions. It took quite a bit of wrangling to get even a few of the world's finest together, since each was often busy with their own individual adventures, and were spread out across multiple time zones.

The opportunity to gather the whole team came in the form of a fight with Intergang that had been serious enough to require the full League's attention. After the cleanup, Dinah floated the idea of getting dinner and relaxing in the Mt. Justice lounge, a suggestion that the tired and hungry superheroes enthusiastically agreed to.

Whatever initial awkwardness that still existed between the members of the Justice League was finally dispelled by watching Clark thoroughly lose an impromptu pizza-eating contest (he underestimated a speedster's accelerated metabolism). Barry's face went as red as his suit as his colleagues cheered and a glowing green crown appeared above his head.

Waving away the hard-light construct, Barry asked, "Say Hal, how come you only make simple stuff like boxing gloves and baseball bats with your ring? Didn't you say it can make anything you imagine?"

"Oh that's easy- GL's a simple man, and his imagination struggles with anything more complex than his childhood toys!" Ollie said before Hal could answer, then ducked under the construct hand that swatted at where his head had been. "You're only proving my point!"

"It's not as easy as it looks." Hal protested as the other heroes burst into laughter. "Especially when in a life-or-death situation. In those moments, you fall back on the things you're most familiar with."

"Which in your case is sports equipment? I thought you were a test pilot, not a gym teacher!"

"Jets are complex machines, miracles of modern engineering! And I make lots of airplane constructs." Hal sputtered, then grinned. "But if you're so sure you can do better..."

He held out his hand, and the green ring on his middle finger slid off and hovered in the air between the heroes. "Be my guest."

For a moment, none of them moved. Then Ollie cracked his knuckles and plucked the ring out of the air, sliding it onto his finger. "I already wear the 'Green' better, maybe I'll take the 'Lantern' part too."

Hal said nothing, his grin growing even wider as Ollie thrust out his fist... and all that happened was the power ring glowing a little brighter.

"Having performance issues, darling?" Dinah giggled.

"Laugh it up." Ollie grunted, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. The ring's light grew brighter, and a shining arrow shot out from it, embedding itself in the wall before fizzling out. "Ha!"

"Well, you're certainly living up to your name." Barry laughed. "Mind if I try?"

"Be my guest." Hal shrugged.

Barry's attempt was immediately more dramatic, as crackles of emerald lightning flickered around the ring... but nothing more than that. He shook his head ruefully as he took it off. "Whew, feels like I ran a marathon. Is there any pizza left?"

Clark fared little better, only managing to form a holographic duplicate of his symbol over his chest and hold it for a few seconds before letting it dissipate. "This really is a lot harder than it seems."

Dinah on the other hand, opted to try a different power, rising several feet off the floor before abruptly falling with a yelp (fortunately everyone present was quite practiced at catching people). "I always wondered what it felt like to fly," she confessed. "But it's so much harder to maintain concentration when you're worried about falling."

The near-disaster left them all a little subdued, but that was quickly replaced by astonishment when Diana created a construct lasso that was the mirror green image of the one on her hip. She twirled it experimentally, then tossed the loop around Hal and pulled it tight, trapping his arms at his sides.

Even when Dinah had fallen, Hal's cocky smile had only slipped for a moment. Now however, he looked absolutely flabbergasted. Still, he managed to quip, "Is this lasso as good as the real thing?"

"Are you feeling particularly truthful?" Diana lifted an eyebrow. "Is imagination truly the only factor in wielding this ring?"

"Nope!" Hal spread his arms, snapping the construct lasso like it was yarn. "To the second question, specifically. The ring can do whatever you can imagine, but it takes willpower to maintain the constructs."

He snapped his fingers and the power ring flew off of Diana's hand and back to its owner. "And I just have more willpower than all of you."

This proclamation was met with veritable hail of bottle caps, pizza crusts, and paper plates from Barry, Ollie, and Dinah, who made their opinion very clear:

"That's a load of crap! You don't even have enough willpower to eat a bowl of chili without a gallon of milk!"

"Boooo!"

"Say that again while holding the real Lasso of Truth!"

"Ollie your chili is a freakin' war crime!" The debris bounced off of Hal's hastily constructed shield as he shouted back at his friends. He then turned to the only member of the Justice League who hadn't tried on the ring yet. "How 'bout you, Spooky? You wanna have a go?"

Bruce merely smirked. "No thanks. Green's not my color."

[knickynoo]

Hey hey! New BTTF fan here! I've been obsessed with the franchise for a bit now and I've done everything from reading the comics to watching the telltale game and reading fanfics and reading your blog (you have no idea how much your blog satisfies my cravings for new content) and I was wondering if you had any recommendations for fanfictions and fanartists :D

Hello! Welcome! I love the Telltale game so much. It's great that there are so many extensions of the movies for us to sink our teeth into. And I'm happy you're enjoying my blog :)

I'm not super familiar with fanartists in the fandom, but here are a handful of some great fics.

• "It Can Be Cruel Sometimes" by Anakin_McFly : A short little fic dealing with Marty's existential crisis post trilogy events. Ends on a sweet note.

• "Time to Time" by kathkin (aka @penny-anna): This one is just. It's incredible, okay? I return to this one over and over just to experience how beautiful it is.

• "A Bubble, Bursting" also by kathkin : After years missing, Marty returns home not any older and with a ridiculous explanation as to where he's been. Love the complexity of this one and the heavy inclusion of Linda!

• "No Little Plans" by cleflink : I think this was one of the first BTTF fics I came across when I got back into the fandom. Doc and Marty go on a trip to the World's Fair and, as usual for them, things go terribly wrong. But this is a lovely fic with some great Doc and Marty friendship moments. Einie is there too!

• "Now I Am Become Death" by @bg-sparrow : A great fic about Doc's involvement in The Manhattan Project. Really well done.

• The "Time Circuits Series" also by BGSparrow is also fantastic.

• "Time is a Flat Circle" by ThePhenomenalStingray (aka @fourth-dimensional-thinker) : Truly one of the most unique and well executed concepts I've come across in the fandom. It's so good.

• "'Cause I Might Not Make It Back" by @rose-of-pollux : A rival scientist is after the secrets of time travel, and Marty gets himself stuck in the middle of it all—with amnesia, no less. So on brand for him. I loved this fic.

• "The Impossible and the Improbable" by @rose-of-pollux : This is a short but fun one that brings Marty and Doc face to face with the supernatural. I'm a sucker for anything that integrates Marty's Irish background into the story, and I love the idea that he grew up hearing Irish folklore.

• "Until I Get Home" by @daryfromthefuture : This one is an epic 30 chapters long, so great if you're looking for a fic really savor. I love stuck in 1885 fics, and I think Dary wins the award for most time poured into a fic about it. Angst, friendship, and our boys trapped in the Old West. Lots to enjoy in this one.

Whew! That was more than a handful, wasn't it? It was so hard to pick these because a lot of these authors have written countless other ones I've enjoyed, but I'll let you explore their works for yourself! I didn't include any of my own fics on here (is it weird to put your own fics in a rec list??) but if you've been through my blog, you've probably read some!

Thanks for the ask, and happy reading!

[sanjoongie]

Bloody Belladonna~ 2

The Choi Brothers

ღPairing: Choi Jongho x Choi San x Reader (f) x Park Seonghwa x Jeong Yunho

ღGenre: smut with very little plot

ღRated: 18+ MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

ღAu: Mafia (boss! Reader, husband!seonghwa, husband!yunho, husband! san, husband! jongho)

ღTrope: s2l, arranged marriage, poly

ღWord Count: 6,731 {mother fucker almost got a third smut scene, i had to cut it because WHEW}

ღWarnings: ⚠️FREE USE⚠️threesome, voyeurism, tied up, denied orgasm, mxm, dom! Yunho, switch! Hwa, cocksleeve! Reader, anal(f&m), double penentration, penetrative sex with no barrier, jongho needs some encouragement to cross the line of best friend and lover with San so there's a bit of coercion here {everything is consentual}, creampie(s), facial, jerking off, biting, marking, LOTS OF VERBAL FOREPLAY, fingering(f), cum eating, oral (m), proper lube, spit as lube

ღSummary: the wedding day with the Chois comes and so begins the learning curve of adding two new husbands to your family. It'll take the joint effort of you, Seonghwa and Yunho to keep the peace and to keep the marriage together.

ღBeta's:  @downtoamagicalland 

ღSeonghwa & Yunho: The First Husbands | Masterlist

San and Jongho weren't actually brothers but everyone thought they were. Same clan tree, different branch. But they were stuck together like white on rice. And so, in their calculated slight towards your husbands, and thus to you, the both of them suffered the same punishment for their shared crime.

You sighed heavily, standing at the altar once again, with Yunho and Seonghwa in black suits this time, no longer your ‘virginal’ husbands but the first husbands and therefore more powerful in the relationship than the men about to walk down the aisle towards you three. 

“Careful, Bell, or someone might think you don’t actually want this,” Yunho said through the side of his mouth. 

You took Yunho’s hand. To anyone else, it would appear as if you were searching for some connection, or perhaps reassuring your current husband. Instead, your nails pressed into the webbing of his fingers. To Yunho’s credit, he didn’t even flinch. 

“They will pay, Yunho, but you better not try to pull rank on me in front of them the first night,” You warn him. 

A tiny but cocky smile pulled at Yunho’s lips. “Yes, Dear.”

Seonghwa leaned over so that he could make eye contact with you. “Smile, please. Jongho’s about to come down the aisle.”

You pursed your lips to send an air kiss and Seonghwa’s face turned pink in pleasure. He smiled genuinely and then shuffled back to his place, one hand wrapped around his opposite wrist, crossed in front of his body. 

Choi Jongho, the younger of two Choi’s, walked down the aisle first with the Belladonna of his family. His head was held high, like this was his choice to cement the most powerful family in the city to his. Once Jongho made his way in front of you, his Belladonna handed him over to you. She made eye contact with you, a wary look. You gave her nod and you watched as her shoulders sagged with relief. The damage had been fixed and there would be no war.

Jongho took a step aside, leaving a space between him and you on your left. You kept your head forward. Jongho would be dealt with in conjunction with his distantly related relative, once everyone was home. 

The bridal march began again and Choi San turned the corner. Everyone in the church turned around in their pews and then let out a scandalized gasp. The elder Choi stumbled down the aisle, clearly inebriated, in only slacks and a long fur coat. 

The Belladonna turned the corner, a few steps behind him. Her eyes were wide in alarm and she quick-stepped after San. She made a grab for his arm to stop him but he shrugged her off. Clearly unsure of what to do next, she took her seat on the side of the church where the Choi Family tree were, at the front pew.

A slow, lazy grin grew on San’s face when he made his way to the front. “Might as well get this over with!” he announced.

He took his place between you and Jongho, amicably throwing his arm around Jongho, who was stiff in the hold. Jongho hissed something to San that missed your ears. San had an aw-shucks look on his face but didn’t fix himself at all. 

Once the vows were exchanged, the rings fitted on fingers, the kisses were next. Jongho stared you right in the eye and you couldn't quite read his expression. He seemed in control and stoic, his kiss feather light and unemotional. That was going to have to be fixed. San, on the other hand, kissed you sloppily and you had to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. It seemed like both of your new husbands were going to learn a hard lesson. 

“I now pronounce you all wife and husbands!” 

The limo ride was quiet and tense. Seonghwa held your hand this time, swiping his thumb against the back of it, hoping to keep you grounded because Yunho was glaring daggers at the Choi’s. Seonghwa would have been glaring too if not for his need to always be the balance between you and Yunho, regardless of the situation. 

Once the door on the mansion closed behind you all, however, it was a different story. 

You folded your arms under your breasts and took a wide stance in front of your two new husbands. “Follow me to my office. Now.”

Yunho locked eyes with you, so you told him, “You’ll come when I call for you.”

San snickered with his hand in front of his mouth and your eyes were back on him. “I have a perfect curved knife to castrate you. I can still fuck you with a cock, you don’t need your balls, I have three other husbands to breed with.”

San’s eyes narrowed in anger at you. He stepped up, to be directly in front of you. He used his height advantage to tower over you, his breath hitting your face. “You think you’ll make me one of your docile husbands?”

You smirked. “I don’t think, I know.”

“She’s not worth it,” Jongho finally speaks up. “Stand down, San.”

“Not worth it?” Yunho released his silence as well. “How dare you? She is not only your wife but your boss. She is the Belladonna and you will respect her.”

Jongho scoffed. “But I sure as hell won’t respect you.”

You could cut the silence with a knife. In fact, the sound of your personal knife that was held up the slit of your dress snug against your thigh, was exactly what cut through the silence. “I can’t kill you but I sure as hell can do anything but. If you two aren’t in my office right now, you’ll be tied up for the pleasure of my knife. That’s a hell of a way to begin our wedding night, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa left the hallway, showing that one of your husbands was able to follow a command. Yunho, after a long look exchanged with you again, left you to take care of your business, following his husband into your shared bedroom. 

You spun on your heel and made your way to your office, fully expecting the Choi’s to follow suit. San made a frustrated noise behind you but you were satisfied when you heard two sets of feet clack against the old wooden floor boards behind you. 

You sat on the edge of your desk and ordered Jongho to close the door behind him. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder. Jongho looked as if you were dirt under his fingernails and San looked like he was ready for a fight. If only they knew how hard they were going to fall.

You grabbed your wedding dress and slowly dragged it up your legs. Once it was hitched high enough, you sat further back on your desk and put your heels up on the edge. Your pussy was completely bare. 

“This is how you swear fealty to me. I bear the womb therefore I bear the power. Kiss my cunt and then you acknowledge that your family belongs to me now.”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” San cursed under his breath. 

Still, he pushed forward first. He knelt in front of your desk, eyes flashing upwards to your face quickly, before he pursed his lips and lightly kissed your clit. “I do so swear fealty to the Belladonna.”

San stepped away and Jongho took his place. Jongho, however, did not simply do the mandatory kiss, oh no. Jongho swirled his tongue around your clit, a slow circle with his eyes downcast, and then one solid swipe up. He sucked on your clit to finish the kiss. “I do so swear fealty to the Belladonna,” He said, his voice slightly rough. 

“At least one of you knows how to eat pussy properly,” You announced. 

You closed your legs and jumped off your desk. 

San frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t think--”

You pressed two fingers to his forehead. “That’s the problem with you, San. You don’t think. Which makes you trainable, at least.”

You opened your door and stuck your head out. “Seonghwa. Yunho. You may enter now.”

You sashayed your way behind your desk this time, taking your seat in the chair. You folded your hands on top and waited until your first set of husbands came into your office. “I believe you two owe an apology to my husbands.”

Jongho stared right at you. You were starting to get irked that he had the balls to always meet your gaze. Bigger men than him knew better. “We’re your husbands too.”

You ignored him. “Seonghwa and Yunho are not just my husbands. They are my right and left hand, respectively. If something comes from their mouth, it’s as good as my own word. If I send them to do a job, it is like going myself. In fact, they are my husbands, MY FIRST HUSBANDS, and I am sending something more precious than even myself. Do you understand what you have done? You have acted as though I am not worthy of meeting at a drug meet. That you refuse to come through with a pre-negotiated deal. By all rights, I should have you hanging by your fucking toes, plucking your eyeballs from your sockets and pickling them for dinner.”

San’s Adam’s Apple bobbed finally with some nervousness. Jongho was still the tough nut to crack. “Then why are we here?”

“Because the head of your family begged me. She casted herself at my feet and wept for forgiveness. She said she would give me your hands in marriage to fix the gap between our families. And I took up the offer because my husbands decided that physical torture was not good enough for you two.”

Jongho’s facade was beginning to crumble as well. “What would you will of us?”

“From this moment forward, you are at the bottom of the food chain of this family. I am the head. Yunho comes after me. Then Seonghwa. We will decide your positions depending on your behavior, however, as it stands, the two of you are the bottoms.”

San pouted petulantly. “I’ve never been a bottom in my entire life.”

Yunho smacked San from the back of the head. “Did you just talk back to your Belladonna?”

San kept his head tilted down submissively. “No.” But the tone was still there. 

“To pay for your insults, you will spend our wedding night tied up and watching. you will not get to participate. You will not be able to relieve yourself. you will have to just observe. Perhaps, if you watch closely enough, you will learn what happens when you act like a true husband of the Belladonna.”

“We won’t have a wedding night?” Jongho finally looked like he was incredulous at this statement.

“Are you ready to cement our vows? All of our vows? Remember, you’re married to Yunho, Seonghwa and I. And to each other.”

San casted a look of calculation towards Jongho. “I didn’t think of that.”

“What did I tell you about thinking, San?” You scoffed.

“Ludicrous,” Jongho said under his breath.

“Come on, boys. We’ve a show to put on, it seems.”

You run your hand down Yunho’s tie, letting it slip through your fingers and then you continue out of your office and to your bedroom. 

“You're lucky she’s even going to let you watch,” Seonghwa sneered before following you.

Yunho gave both the Choi’s a rough push. “Go on. Follow her.”

You found the ties that you used for play sometimes in the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the longer ones. You had a feeling you’d have to double up for the Choi brother’s first time. 

Yunho and Seonghwa, respectively, kicked out San and Jongho’s knees so that they had no choice but to kneel before the bed. You tied their wrists behind their backs, securing them like it was just another day in the world of a Belladonna. 

“I hope your cocks ache against your pants as you watch us,” You tantalized, leaning down between the two and whispering delightfully. 

“I doubt it’s that good of a time,” San said petulantly. 

Jongho remained silent, appearing as if he was attempting to not miss a thing. You’d make sure that he was fed then.

“Strip,” You commanded next. 

Your eyes greedily ate up the meal as Seonghwa loosened his tie and Yunho went for his own pants immediately. The amount of times they had fucked you in their buttondowns and slacks was nearly not enough as much as you’ve had them completely naked and in your bed. Neither of them needed the command to go to your bed, however.

You pulled at your sleeves and shrugged out of your dress, letting it slither to the floor and off your body. Stepping neatly out of it, you sat down to take off your heels. Then it was time to remove your bra and underwear.

“Shit,” San cursed. He rubbed his lips together. 

Once you were fully naked, you crawled into bed with your husbands. 

“How do you want to do this?” Seonghwa posed the question first. 

Yunho’s eyes were almost unreadable. “The last command I got was that I was not to pull rank in front of those two.”

You sighed, contemplative. “I did this for you two. They should suffer while you two flourish.”

Seonghwa’s eyes bounced between you and Yunho, always waiting for his dominants to decide before he gave his opinion. “We were the ones to suggest it.”

Yunho pursed his lips to the side. “They are your husbands right now.” What he let hang in the air unspoken is

You smiled. Imagine that, the golden child of the Jeong family, taking into consideration that you always felt second fiddle to him. Someone was trying to maintain a healthy relationship with his wife. You wiggled in between your two husbands, but turned towards Yunho, slinging a bare leg over his. 

“They are mine but I am yours,” You whispered, your hands digging into Yunho’s hair and your foreheads pressed together.

“I don't want you appearing weak before them,” Yunho whispered back.

“It is you who cannot afford it,” You pushed back.

“They view us as lesser because we were married off, like them,” Seonghwa said, his emotional intelligence shining through once again.

“Show them that being my husband gives you power.” You stole a kiss from Yunho, a quick nip at his plush lips. 

“Cocksleeves don't speak,” Yunho mumbled against your lips, using the phrase to begin free use.

“Let me have her cunt tonight,” Seonghwa begged. His fingers dug into your arms as he physically turned you towards him.

“Bambi, this was your idea in the first place. It came to fruition. You get her pretty pussy,” Yunho said.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Seonghwa echoed. His fingers found your wet slit and ran between them. “What a good toy, so wet and willing and ready.”

“What the fuck is going on?” San loudly whispered.

“Shut up and watch, San,” Jongho hissed.

Yunho slipped a hand over your hip and ran his fingers over your ribs until he rested just below your breast. “Hurry up and make her come so I can use her wetness to lube up her ass.”

Seonghwa sent a bland look at Yunho. “Stop telling me what to do.”

You could hear Yunho’s smirk in his voice. “Then get to work, Bambi.”

Seonghwa pushed his middle finger into you, grinding the heel of his hand against your mound. “Wait your turn for the cocksleeve, Husband,” Seonghwa said through gritted teeth.

You whimpered as Seonghwa’s finger worked inside of you and it wasn’t long before he was slipping another slender finger into you. Your head moved back so it was fully supported by Yunho’s shoulder. You propped up your right leg so that Seonghwa had better access and you scooched your lower half forward, wanting more. Seonghwa gave it to you. He pulled his fingers from your cunt and played the pad of his wet fingers around your sensitive asshole. 

Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll make the toy come. I always have to do all the work.”

Yunho sucked two of his fingers and circled your clit. He was rough and direct and your hips jerked as flashes of pleasure and pain shot through you. You whined as you both got what you wanted but felt empty as well. 

“I’m stretching her out for you,” Seonghwa hissed. “How are you doing all the work?”

You cried out as you came quickly. Your thighs shook as Yunho pressed his fingers against your clit until you attempted to rescind from his touch. It pushed you further onto Seonghwa’s fingers that were now knuckle deep, slowly stretching your ass. 

Yunho, quick as a flash, grabbed Seonghwa’s rock-hard cock and rubbed the cockhead against your even more wet cunt. “You focus on your sweet prize and I’ll take care of the cocksleeve’s ass. How about that, Bambi?”

Seonghwa’s hips bucked forward, Yunho’s grip and your wetness being more than enough to get him ready for what was next. “You gonna put me inside of her too?” Seonghwa partly whined, partly growled.

Yunho dug his teeth into your shoulder playfully, then soothed it with his tongue. “You want me to?”

Seonghwa laughed and groaned in frustration. “Just shut up and fuck her ass.”

Seonghwa sheathed himself into your wet heat with a groan. “Fuck yes. Right where I belong.”

Yunho, in contrast, took his time fucking into your ass, letting you adjust with each slip of his cock inside of you. The entire time your cunt simply convulsed around Seonghwa, making him cry out. Seonghwa’s fingers dug into your thigh where he held your leg up and his teeth were digging into his lower lip. 

“Are you going to come before I can even get inside of her?” Yunho demanded incredulously.

 “She is so fucking tight around me,” Seonghwa cried out. 

You were almost delirious with the two of them inside of you. The fact that neither addressed you, that they continued to talk over you like they were simply sharing a toy, made you clench down on both of them. 

“Fuck, what a good cocksleeve,” Yunho moaned. 

“Are they sharing her and or she sharing them?” San spoke up. His voice sounded low and turned on. What part did he enjoy?

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I swear to god,” Jongho moaned quietly. 

You wished you had the energy to see if the Choi brothers were hard pressed against their pants, sweating at the show, but you didn’t. Nor did you think either of the husbands inside of you currently would have been impressed if you were focusing on anyone other than themselves.

Once both Yunho and Seonghwa were sealed inside of you, you didn’t have any more thoughts to spare regardless. When Seonghwa pushed into you, Yunho pulled out. Seonghwa slipped out and he was a bit mindless that he simply let his drenched cock rub along your legs and Yunho’s before Yunho directed Seonghwa’s cock back into your entrance. 

Yunho came first, regardless of his teasing towards Seonghwa. Your ass tended to be his weakness. He came with a deep grunt, sounding satisfied to the fullest. You came next, the feeling of Yunho’s cum dripping out of your ass and Seonghwa’s cockhead rubbing against your g-spot spurning it forward. As you clenched around Seonghwa, he came with a scrunched-up nose. 

The room was only filled with panting; the three of you coming down from your highs and the Choi brothers unable to obtain their own. It was music to your ears. 

“I’ll clean her up,” Yunho offered, practically a ritual by now. “You cut them loose.”

Every male gaze in the room watched as Yunho carefully wiped the cum from your gaping ass and cunt. You whimpered as the warm cloth circled around your clit. 

“So dirty,” Yunho murmured under his breath. “Did you like being a good little cocksleeve for your husbands?”

Seonghwa pulled the knife from your thigh before moving behind San and Jongho. His focus was off, because Jongho winced as the blade gave him a shallow cut. 

“I’ll assume you two know better than to touch yourselves once you’re dismissed,” Seonghwa said with a haughty tone. 

San rubbed his wrists, sending a sour look to Seonghwa. “How the hell are you going to know?”

You shrugged on the robe that Yunho had grabbed and neatly tied a knot. You got off the bed and padded to stand directly in front of San and Jongho. 

You ran a finger under Jongho’s chin but spoke to San. “If you're good boys you'll get rewarded.”

San couldn't help but drop his jaw in surprise. “You're giving us blowjobs tomorrow?”

“Should I tell him, or should you?” You raised an eyebrow at Jongho.

Jongho swallowed loudly. You liked when the big boy was nervous. “We'll be good.”

“Good.” You jerked your head towards the door. “Rooms have been made for you. You may retire.”

San stood, looking at Yunho still in bed, to you and to Seonghwa who now held open the door. He finally had a big brain moment. “But you three will fall asleep together?”

You folded your arms beneath your breasts, your lips twisting into a slight smirk. “Perks of being a good husband.”

Seonghwa closed the door once the Choi brothers were gone and slipped back into bed. “Do you think they'll ever…?”

“Yes,” You said simply.

“Yes?!” Yunho asked.

“I can see it in both their eyes. It was in yours too. Before I found you two in my study.”

Seonghwa ducked his head, snuggling into Yunho’s shoulder. “Oh,” Yunho replied. “Well.”

You laughed, making them both smile in response. “Yes. So I think the future is looking very bright for us, my husbands.”

The house was a little bit quiet despite there being more additions. The acclimation of the new drug trade took much of your time and focus. You had brief updates from Yunho and Seonghwa, dealing with your main branches of the family. Meanwhile, you walked through the underground factories that made the Choi drugs. You met with dealers. You made sure you understood every little bit of your newly inherited empire. 

Ever since that first night with your second husbands watching while your first husbands fucked you, the shift in the air was palpable. San and Jongho had been introduced to what this family looked like--and how it functioned--and were hungry for more.

San and Jongho stuck together like glue. To an outsider looking in, it would appear as if they were two lambs up for the slaughter, finding solace in the familiar. But you knew better. Especially considering the long looks you found Jongho sending towards San. 

You kept the Choi brothers close to your side. You would spend hours in your study grilling them, making sure you understand every agreement you inherited and every line where the brothers did not make deals. It was a lot but you were a very capable woman with a growing empire. 

Of course, with more stress, came more free use. With each night, San and Jongho were brought to witness exactly what they could get if they took the next step. Seonghwa and Yunho took their fill of you and helped you release your power to them. 

However, even though you were simply a cocksleeve between Yunho and Seonghwa, your eyes were sharp to recognize that San was looking close to breaking down. Especially when Yunho degraded Seonghwa, or fucked him. You weren’t sure if San was looking more forward to finally being with Jongho, or Yunho, or yourself.

So that’s when you decided it was time to make the leap. Everything in your life was always dealt with deals and negotiation, so it was time to mediate one within your small harem of a family.

Everyone was gathered in the living room. San and Jongho sat on the couch together, San with his arms spread along the back of the couch, legs spread, and Jongho with his elbows balanced on his knees, head in hands, in fierce concentration. You sat on a high back chair, with Seonghwa and Yunho flanking you. 

“Are you finally prepared for negotiations?”

San looked around cluelessly. “For what?”

Jongho rolled his eyes and sighed. “For snacks.” He smacked San from behind the head. “For bed, of course.”

San’s eyes grew hooded and he licked his lips, teeth flashing obnoxiously. “Finally.”

“Our bed,” Yunho reminded everyone in the room. 

“We are all married to each other.” Seonghwa made sure the bottom line was firm.

San’s eyes slid to Jongho before meeting Yunho’s gaze. “What exactly did you two do?”

Yunho’s ears became red and Seonghwa snickered. “Ours was a learning experience. But there is a privilege in sharing.”

“If this marriage is going to be a thing of truth, then you have to prove that you are willing to bed everyone. You two begin with each other,” You revealed.

Jongho’s eyes grew wide. “Us?”

You nodded. “If I just let you fuck me, that allows you to impregnate me which--”

“Isn’t happening,” Seonghwa growled.

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s arm and the tension eased from his body. Your husband took his breeding kink a little too seriously. 

You started to correct Seonghwa’s statement. “It gives you liberties and power that perhaps you haven’t earned yet. So, as proof that you are prepared to take on all responsibilities, if you are intimate with each other, then I’ll see that you’re dedicated.”

“Not to mention, we all see it,” Yunho said under his breath.

“See what?” San inquired.

Jongho shot upwards, standing quickly. “You would force our hand?”

You knew he was going to be the worst one to break, so to speak. You stood up and stood before the younger Choi. “Jongho. Force what, exactly?” you said low.

Jongho spoke back in a hissed whisper. “He is my best friend.”

“I know,” You acknowledged. “Yunho was my rival and Seonghwa I considered inferior. Do you see what we are now?”

“A force to be reckoned with,” Jongho finished for you. “Truly, you were as you say?”

“And now stronger because of how connected we are,” You nodded. “Yunho and Seonghwa bicker, but that’s their love language. Truly, they’ve connected for the better.” You leaned forward to whisper into Jongho’s ear. “I know you want that with Sannie too.”

Jongho stepped back and almost would have fallen back onto the couch if not for San’s firm hand pushing him back. San stood up, but his motion was more of affirmation. “I’ll do it.”

Jongho looked like he was a wild animal trapped. “You can’t be serious, San?!”

San pressed his lips together. “I’m curious. It looks like it feels good. I do like to feel good.”

“We’ll help,” Yunho moved towards San. 

San swallowed loudly. “How will you help?”

Yunho shrugged, like what he was about to say was of no consequence to him. “Let you bounce on my dick. Show Jongho exactly what he wants.”

Jongho gasped and then slapped his hand over his mouth. Seonghwa cackled. “Oh, he wants it alright.”

Yunho took your spot on the high back seat and began to unbutton his pants and push them, and his underwear, down to his ankles. “Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip, eyeing you up and down. “Do you have him?”

You pushed your lips up against Seonghwa’s to reassure him. “Go give our husband a blowjob, huh?”

It took no further encouragement to get Seonghwa on his knees, swallowing Yunho into his mouth. It wasn’t long before Seonghwa couldn't play with soft Yunho in his mouth and he began to struggle with the length down his throat. You could see the spit that was dribbling down Yunho’s cock as Seonghwa choked and coughed with the effort. 

San took no time to strip himself of all his clothing. He fisted himself at the view of Seonghwa choking on Yunho’s cock. There wasn’t an ounce of shame in that man and you were starting to truly appreciate that about him. 

“Enough,” Yunho said gruffly. He grabbed Seonghwa by his hair and pulled him off his cock. “Would you suck me dry before I can fuck the slut, Bambi?”

You began to touch Jongho through his pants. He let out a muffled groan as the palm of your hand came in contact with him. “Someone’s awfully hard,” You murmured. 

Jongho looked away from the rest of your husbands. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a blow job.”

You sighed dejectedly. “He’s not ready, boys. Keep going.”

Seonghwa was quick to retrieve the lube that was in one of the side tables drawers, kept for quick access. The drawer had been custom built so that the lube was kept warm, just for the right occasion. Seonghwa grabbed the back of San’s neck and pushed him until he was at a ninety degree angle. With his hand firm, Seonghwa bent over so that his head was at the same height as San’s.

“This is your last chance, slut. I’m about to prep you for Yunho’s cock. If you don’t want this, now is the time to decline.”

San whimpered and you and Jongho both shuddered at the delicious noise. “I want it,” the older Choi admitted. 

Seonghwa squirted the warmed lube onto San’s asshole. He rubbed the pads of his fingers along San’s puckered hole and then pushed in his fingers to stretch San for Yunho’s rather large cock. 

You followed Seonghwa’s lead and unbuttoned Jongho’s pants and pushed his down to his thick thighs. Then you pulled his straining cock from the confines of Jongho’s underwear. “Look at how hard you are, Jongho. And wet.” You rubbed your thumb along the slit of Jongho’s cock and he grunted. 

You swirled his precum along the head of his cock and then spit onto it. You spread your spit by fisting his cock. You angled yourself behind Jongho, wrapping one hand around his stomach and peeking around his body, keeping your other husbands in view. “Once they’re all set up, all you have to do is come on San’s face and then the keys to the kingdom can be yours, Jongho. It’s just that easy.”

Speaking of the devil, San was making desperate noises as Seonghwa fucked him with his fingers. “Such an eager slut. Did you give all your stubborn brain cells to the other?” Seonghwa murmured under his breath. 

“If you make him come with those pretty fingers of yours, Bambi, I swear to God,” Yunho grumbled. 

Yunho began to strip completely and lie on the floor. The three of you had already spoken of what would be the most appealing for Jongho and San, and for the rest of you, if you were being completely honest. “I’m ready for him.”

Seonghwa pulled his fingers from inside of San and released him. He gave him a slight push towards Yunho and then moved back towards you and Jongho. “Now, for the other one.”

Jongho was enjoying you jerking him off, so you slowed down your pace. He swallowed loudly. “Puh--please.”

“Nuh uh,” You denied him. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on Sannie’s face, come now, Jongho. We’ve been clear. Just watch how well he takes Yunho’s cock.”

“How--?” San sent a confused look towards you and Seonghwa. Poor dumb puppy. 

“Turn around!” Yunho shouted. “Do I have to do everything myself? Spread your ass cheeks and crouch over my dick. I’ll do the rest.”

San did as he was told, eagerly of course. The three of you could see his face, in anticipation to get filled once again. He bit down on his lip as Yunho guided San down his cock, rubbing his hips as he took it one inch at a time. And then the bouncing began.

You nudged Jongho forward so that you two could stand in front of San, also in between Yunho’s spread legs. You started to speed up your pace along his length. 

"Don't you wanna come on his tongue, Jongho?" You purred into Jongho’s shoulder. 

You peered over to look down at San whose mouth was open wide obediently. San's mouth was partially open so wide because he was bouncing on Yunho’s dick but the fucked-out look only added to the allure of the scene. 

"Co-come, Jongho!" San whined, "Yu--" Yunho interrupted San by sticking two fingers in his mouth.

"Yuyu won't let San come until you've shot your load into Sannie's mouth, Jongho," You finished San's interrupted sentence. 

"But!" Jongho squirmed in your embrace. "It would be dirty."

Seonghwa folded his arms over his chest. "Just give it up, lover. He's not going to do it. Let me just fuck you as he lies under you. He can watch those tits sway and his cock can remain hard."

"I believe in him, Seonghwa," You shook your head. 

You sucked a love bite into Jongho's skin and he cried out at the sensitivity there.

"Puh-puhlease, wait a minute, that's my best friend!" Jongho protested.

"Whom," You pressed, "You would like to shoot all your cum over his face and on his tongue and when you think you're done, we can tap tap tap your dick on his tongue to make sure there's no more."

San whined as his orgasm approached, voice crescendoing higher and higher, only to let out a loud noise of defeat as Yunho's hips held up against him, deep in San, but no longer letting San move. He had once again been denied his orgasm.

“The only way you get her cunt is by exploding over your best friend,” Seonghwa stated with a lift of his eyebrow. “Don’t you want to fuck our wife?”

Jongho’s eyes get a look of fire in them. “I want the free use privileges.”

Yunho chuckled. “He wants the free use privileges.”

You ran your hand up and down Jongho’s length. “Where do you want me, Jongho? What’s your dirty thoughts been?”

Jongho swallowed loudly. “In the shower. When you get ready for the day. I want you covered in my cum.”

Seonghwa looked contemplative. “Have we done that yet?”

You sent a glare to Seonghwa to tell him to shut up silently. You flicked your wrist over the angry head of Jongho’s cock. “You can have that. You just need to come over San’s pretty tongue.”

Speaking of the devil, Yunho released San, and the fucker was bouncing eagerly on Yunho’s dick again. His noises of pleasure were punctuated with the slapping of skin against skin. “Wanna come, Jong, please,” San whimpered once more.

Jongho’s cock twitched and you smiled into Jongho’s shoulder. You leaned up to press your mouth to the shell of Jongho’s ear. “I know you want to, Jongho. Otherwise why would you be so hard while watching our husband fuck Sannie?” you purred. 

Jongho whined and you decided you were going to do everything in your power to continue to hear the rather stoic Jongho whine more. “It’s not dirty, Jongho. It’s fun. Yunho and Seonghwa have all kinds of fun. Don’t you want to have fun with San?”

“I want it,” Jongho whispered back to you. 

“Come all over Sannie, sweet boy. I want to see it.”

With your final command, Jongho ejaculated, and hard. He cried out, finally getting the release after all the edging. His cum covered San’s face, who flinched cutely, but kept his tongue out. Spurts of cum hit San’s shoulders and chest. He truly was the epitome of a pearl necklace. You continued to jerk off Jongho until he whimpered, feeling the overstimulation. 

You lifted your hand off Jongho’s length and raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa. “Told you I could get him to do it.” And then you made a show of sucking and licking Jongho’s cum from your fingers. 

“Come on, you slut,” Yunho grunted under San. “You’ve been bouncing on my dick for long enough. Come.”

San’s high-pitched moans escalated and finally, he jubilantly came. The sweet smile that spread across his face as he spurted over his own toned stomach was worth the hard sacrifice of the work put in. 

Yunho gently pulled out from San and let the younger man lay back in all his blissed-out glory on the floor. He patted his shoulder, muttering about how he was a good sport and then stood up. 

Neither of your first husbands had come and you were starting to feel a little nervous. The three of you had worked well together as doms to the two subs in the room but the three of you couldn't remain doms for long. Someone had to take the fall. 

Yunho grabbed a bottle of water and tipped his head back, drinking deeply from it. Seonghwa licked his lips, whether because he was thirsty for the water or Yunho, that was to be debated. 

You grabbed a warm wet cloth for Jongho and threw it at him. “Clean yourself up and help Sannie, Jongho. You did dirty him up after all.”

Jongho pouted, pouted, but did what he was told. Sannie was still smiling as Jongho ran the warm cloth over San’s face loyally. They exchanged words and Jongho finally smiled warmly at something San murmured. 

Hopefully this was the beginning of something beautiful. 

“That’s no fun,” Seonghwa said through a pout of his own. “I wanted to fuck you while he watched below you.”

You laughed softly. “There will be other nights, I'm sure, Hwa.”

“What about tonight?” He wondered. 

“I…” Your eyes slid to Yunho. You could tell Seonghwa was still in his dominant mood and he wasn’t about to melt for Yunho. What could be done?

Yunho used a towel to wipe down the sweat from his body but his cock was still hard and at attention. Seonghwa was still covered in clothing, much like yourself. Could that mean…?

You strode purposely towards Yunho. He kept his eye on you but leaned down so you could speak to him. “Want a treat?”

“Didn’t I just have one?” Yunho laughed.

“Let Seonghwa dominate you tonight. Show the other two that even the biggest dog in this room can get taken down a peg. Show them what it looks like from the outside to be taken care of. Show them you don’t need to dominate to be respected. Give Seonghwa some confidence tonight, don’t take it away from him,” You suggested. 

Yunho looked blown away at your suggestion. He chewed on his lower lip, however, and you knew he was considering it. “Give Seonghwa some confidence? Where does that leave you, sweetheart?”

You turned on the ball of your foot and made your way to Seonghwa. You liked how his eyes followed the sway of your hips. “Seonghwa, I hurt,” You whimper.

Seonghwa’s eyes sharpen at your words. “I can make you better.”

“Didn’t you see the way Sannie bounced so well for Yunho? I’m drenched now,” You admitted. 

“Show me,” He said gutterly. 

You discarded your high-waisted pants and finished walking in front of Seonghwa. You grabbed his hand and placed it against your underwear. His eyes widened to find you were completely soaked through them. 

You cried out when he swiftly circumvented your underwear and rubbed his fingers through your wetness. “Hw-hwa,” You stuttered, “What about Yunho?”

Seonghwa’s eyes focused on Yunho behind you. “What about Yunho?”

Yunho groaned in response. 

“Get your hand off your dick, Yunho,” Seonghwa snapped. 

“But--!”

“Do as you’re told,” Seonghwa commanded.

You could hear Yunho’s cock slap against his stomach as he let go and you let out a whimper. “Hwa, Yunnie hurts too.”

You watched as the gears turned in Seonghwa’s head. How could he keep in control but satisfy his husband and wife at the same time?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. “The floor is yours, Seonghwa, and we are your toys. Do with us as you would.”

Seonghwa’s possessive and dominant growl only made you wetter. 

You only hoped Jongho and San were watching and taking notes.

[itsvenera]

Silco x reader headcanons?

author's note: I swear, the things this man makes me feel... whew! Anyway, this is my first request for Arcane and I was so excited to write it! Thought it would be interesting if I made reader a councillor since I always see headcanons for him with an employee. Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3

All his life, Silco thought he would either remain a bachelor or eventually get with one of his employees. He didn't care much about finding a partner - taking care of Zaun and Jinx was already enough responsibility. Having someone to demand more of his time and attention was the last thing he needed.

But fate had a wicked sense of humour, so when you sent some of your bodyguards to go and arrange a meeting with him, his interest peaked. A councillor from Piltover seeking him? My, my, that would be interesting.

The initial arrangement was a simple alliance - Silco was supposed to keep the undercity's movements for freedom in check, as well as keep Jinx away from the topside. You, on the other hand, promised to provide information about all upcoming decisions and changes in the law approved by the Council.

He usually would never agree to trade with someone from the other side of the bridge, but something about you intrigued him. You were born and raised in Zaun, yet somehow made your way into the City of Progress and climbed the political ladder till you got to the top. While you claimed you had Piltover's best interest in mind, he couldn't help but be suspicious of where your loyalty truly lies.

Listen, Silco may think innocence and naivety are cute, but what truly attracts him is power. Brains. Someone who knows what they want and how to get it. Someone like YOU.

Soon the political dealings started to become more... intimate. Perhaps because none of you had a romantic partner, or simply because your secret meetings always took place late at night in his office, but it did not take long for your verbal exchange to become physical.

First, there were lingering gazes. He followed each one of your moves, almost like a hunter waiting for the right time to attack. Later, you started closing the distance, often circling him while you pried information about the latest rebellion news in the city. Your hands sometimes found their way to his shoulder or arm, gently squeezing his muscles or dragging your nails down his skin.

The eye of Zaun tried not to fall for your charms. He really did. But as you were luring him in, like a siren, how could he stay away? Plus, it didn't have to mean anything, right? Both of you were interested in influence and power, not love, so it wouldn't hurt if he just gave in to his desires at least once.

Except it wasn't just once.

After having a taste, he couldn't stay away. He would never admit it, but he definitely fell first. For you, it was all fun and games, but for him, it was a completely new experience. Sure, he fell in love once when he was a young adult, but it couldn't compare to what he was feeling toward you now.

God knew how much he hated himself for catching feelings. And for a councillor, of all people?

He tried to hide them for a while, but the way he grew up to be super possessive of you made his intentions clear as day. He liked to keep you as long as he could with him, delaying your meetings on purpose just so he could spend more time with you. He also asked to see you more often than your arranged meetings and if you said no, he would just show up at your home in Piltover, completely unbothered by the fact that you could call security on him at any point.

It would be a lie if you said his behaviour didn't trigger anything in you. You've met many men who were manipulative and calculating, but no one who was like him. His whole existence screamed 'DANGER' and by the time you realised you should not get involved with him on any level deeper than just physical intimacy, you were already a victim to his charm.

Being from two different worlds - one dark and dangerous, the other one safe and progressive - your relationship was pretty toxic. There is a constant distrust between you and quite a lot of arguments, especially in the beginning.

Slowly he started to open up to you, letting you know about his dreams for Zaun and his rocky relationship with Jinx. You also shared your story of how you escaped the streets of the Undercity and eventually earned your seat on the Council.

Jealosy is something you both possess and is a common cause for conflict between you. Silco sees competition in any male in Piltover (after all he has 0 influence over there, so he could never make an official claim over you!), while you severely disliked how obedient all his female employees are, especially Sevika. He finds your annoyance quite amusing, but he likes seeing that side of you, so he never really tries to reassure or comfort you.

He is not really romantic, but from time to time he likes to randomly give you gifts. He always tries to play it off, as if he didn't put any thought it in or if he just randomly saw an object in his house he thought you may like, but the amount of effort was visible in the beautiful packaging and the hand-written card. He especially likes giving you jewellery and making you wear it during your Council meetings.

Without a doubt he would try to influence you to give up your seat and join him and his cause. After all, you were born in the Undercity and is where you belonged.

As you won't give into his request and he doesn't want to give up on you either, your relationship would cause a lot of chaos and tension between the cities. Silco would often send either Jinx or one of his workers to go a cause mischief in Piltover, just to spite you. Every time you confront him, however, he would deny, a small mocking smile on his lips.

Overall, very toxic, but highly exciting relationship. He would burn the world for you to belong to him and ONLY him, and no matter what he did, you just couldn't stay away.

cc artwork: "Arcane" concept art

[areislol]

STFU I KNOW NEUVILLETTE WOULD TREAT U SO WELL AND SMITTEN WITH YOU 😭😭😭 like you two shared a love for one another, like a love you could only dream of..

►— pairings. modern/college! au neuvillette x fem! reader

►— a/n. i’m just having so much brain rot about this man i’m so sorry i just have to get this out.. i have many things to write whew 😔

like this man is SO SO SOOO PROUD OF YOU 👏 whatever you achieve, whenever you pass your exams, WHATEVER YOU DO THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, he will be so proud of you ☹️ like he can’t help but shed a tear when he sees how happy you are — the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve up into a wide smile — makes him want to just pick you up and spin you around (and sometimes he does)

he makes sure to encourage you to keep doing well and makes sure to reward you with whatever you want (he already knows what you want he just wants to ask you anyway and he already knows you’re going to say “anything, i don’t mind!”)

he picks you up at the EXACT time when you ask him too. like if you ask him to pick you up at 6:00 pm or whatever time, once you’re looking out the window you have to take a double look because you can literally see his car parked right next to your place.

“nevy i told you to come at 6?”

“it is 6:00 my love, check the time.”

AND GOD DAMN IS HE RIGHT. you check your phone and see that is 6:00 pm on the dot. and you’re not even done yet..

“but im not done yet? ☹️”

“that’s alright, take your time i can wait.”

he waits for however long and he does NOT complain. sometimes he asks if he could come in and watch you do your makeup or fix your clothes that he bought for you. and he watches you in awe as you do your thing like that’s my girl!!!

he holds the door for you. i know it’s small but even the smallest amount of kindess are rare.. so whenever he holds the door for you, you SWEAR you can feel something clutching your heart.

before you can even put a finger on the car handle he softly pushes your hand away and opens the car door for you, kissing your temple in the process.

“nevy why’d-“

“ah- shush, i don’t want my pretty girl lifting her finger.”

“oh! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ “

he buys you your favourite drink and food while on his way to pick you up or going to your college.

once you mention something to neuvillette about something you like (even if it’s small) he WILL remember it. one time you had said to neuvillette that you wanted to try the new drink from starbucks and before you know it the next day while waiting for neuvillette near the college, he handed you the new drink.

same with food, he buys you your favourite food from the cafeteria (he likes to see your happy face when he places the tray down). neuvillette makes you your comfort food, and he only buys it when he doesn’t have time to make it.

when you’re in a bad mood or just need to cry, he’s quick to comfort you before making you your comfort food. it doesn’t matter how long it takes, he knows you’ll be happy in the end.

this may be a bit.. weird? but he tucks you into bed before climbing in next to you as well.

IDC WHAT U SAY HE LIKES TUCKING YOU INTO BED AND KISSING YOUR FOREHEAD!!! like it makes him feel so happy and all giddy inside.

it makes him 100x more happier when he realises that one day he could do that to your children.. just the idea of it makes his heart flutter.

but yes. he can’t sleep properly until you give him a forehead kiss OR ANY KISS ANYWHERE back.

neuvillette always MUST have his hand somewhere on you, or just be touching you in some way.

at the start of your relationship and even before you two were together, he wasn’t so touchy or handsy with you.. but after some time he grew more confident and even more comfortable with you

whenever he’s walking along beside you, he has his arm around your waist of his hand on your waist, sometimes he pulls you close to him in a large and crowded place where your hips are touching. or even if it’s him leaning behind you, his chest against your back.

(RHSHAIAJAIENEJSHAJIS YOU’RE GONNA GO INSANE AND FERAL BECAUSE OF THIS MANNNN)

he would buy you snacks and sweets that he knows you enjoy, or even just buying snacks you’ve never tried before to see if it could maybe be your new favourite snack.

neuvillette just rests his cheek on his hand as he admires you enjoying your snacks. sometimes you stop eating and stare at him before offering him the snacks, neuvillette denies them and just goes on to watching you eat. you’re just so adorable.

HE MAKES YOU HOMEMADE GIFTS INSTEAD OF BUYING THEM!! like yes, he still buys you gifts but i feel like neuvillette would find homemade gifts more romantic and better than buying gifts.

nevy watches those youtube or tiktok videos on how to “make it yourself: pop up minecraft heart card” stuff like that you know? he tries his very best so please don’t be mad at him when it’s very sloppy looking 😭

he also gifts you handmade matching bracelets that he made, his is baby blue (and other shades of blue) and white and yours is f/c with another of your f/c. to be honest, you kind of.. sobbed when he gave them to you like? really? you made these cute little matching bracelets for us both..? and you included my favourite colours? EEUUUHUUUUUUUUU

“i wanted to make us matching bracelets because.. i’ve seen other couples doing it so i wanted to do it myself.. here you go.”

you look up at him,

“this.. this is for me?” you’re clutching onto them and admiring it.

neuvillette nods his head

“it’s.. i-it’s so cute..”

nevy can literally hear how your voice goes soft and he can see tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“(;﹏;)”

“y/n? are you-“

“EUUHUHUHUHUUU 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。”

you gave him a heart attack my guy thought you were crying because of how ugly it was but when he found out it was just because you’ve never seen anything cuter in your life and you promised to keep it forever HE almost cried.

!!!! gives you his jacket whenever he sees you’re cold and shivering!!!! and he is bigger than you (probably) so his jacket is definitely larger than you and he will never get enough of looking at you in his clothing.

and when you give him back his jacket? he shakes his head and tells you that it’s yours now.

“what but- it’s your jacket you can’t just-“

“shhhh… it’s okay, it looks better on you anyway.”

“oh- oh okay..”

he lectures you or just informs you about what you did wrong and tells you what you should’ve done before.

when you’re in the wrong, and aruging with someone he WILL back you up whether you’re wrong or not, but behind closed doors he sits you down and gives you a talk about what you said was wrong and you get the deal.

this is one of the MAAAANNNY reasons of why your parents and friends love him, he knows what’s wrong and right and can guide you to the right path.

he admires you as you’re asleep, the streaks of sunlight seeping through the blinds and lighting up the room. he swears that you’re an angel.

his finger caressing your cheek softly as he moves your hair strand from your face, and he kisses your face, your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes and neck. everything about you is so… beautiful.

he can’t take his eyes off of you, and as you stirr awake he makes to kiss your temple and mumble his good morning.

guys, this is a pretty big one but, he helps out with chores!! he does the laundry for you, washing his and your clothes together. or even washing the dishes. and everytime you see him with an apron on… god bless the whole house.

he just wants to take care of you ☹️

he NEVER EVERRR lets you pay the bills!! if he ever did it would have to be split.

he won’t hesitate (will) to fight you over the bill. and the waiter just stands there holding the payment terminal just.. smiling.. waiting for either neuvillette or you to just pay.

neuvillette 100% day dreams about you two having a family. he can just imagine what your children would be looking like and sometimes he just wants to kick his feet and giggle like a child.

he would never tell you about this though, he’s too embarrassed. maybe one day but honestly, if he ever did tell you, you should tell him that you thought about your future children too.

HE BUYS YOU CLOTHING THAT HE KNOWS WOULD LOOK GOOD ON YOU. but you look good in everything so he just buys it because he wants to see you in it :)

doesn’t matter if it’s expensive or not, revealing yea but.. lingerie is only for him to see so.. doesn’t hurt.

“awww neuvillette, are these for me? they’re so cute!!”

“i know, that’s why i bought them, i’m a hundred percent sure you will look beautiful in them.”

“oh stop.. i don’t know.. do you really think that?”

“of course, love! check what else is in the bag.”

“okay! … nevy? are these.. lingerie…?”

“yes.. i’m sorry, are you uncomfortable with them? i can take them back don’t wor-“

“no no! it’s not that but i’m just asked why?”

“well i mean, no one is going to see.. just me. don’t be so embarrassed.”

“mmm.. okay..”

note: there was more.. but i lost is MEANING I LOST AT LEAST 2-3 BULLET POINTS ☹️☹️ im sobbing ILL MAKE ANORHWR PART IF I CAN 🙏🏻🙏🏻

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato @v4an @imetsk @fiannee @sunnyf4lls if im missing anyone please tell me because i have an inkling feeling i missed a few..

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!!

another note: im so sorry this is short 😭

[frozenjokes]

it’s not exactly new for convex to devote their lives to killing each other but perhaps this is an unhealthy habit

ao3 link - this fic contains non-explicit sexual content, please refer to ao3 for more tags. this fic is intended for adults

Everyone knew the child they’d found huddled beneath the old beech deep off the beaten forest path was not Scar.

He’d been missing for days, just eight years old. Cub was the same age. Cub didn’t talk. Scar always spoke for him.

Their families were close; they’d practically been raised together, childhood soulmates. Cub found it difficult to communicate what he wanted oftentimes, but Scar always seemed to know, laughing as he took Cub’s hand, running him through their shared backyard of tall yellow grasses, giving him a sense of life Cub’s own parents couldn’t seem to grasp he needed. In return, Cub would hold the lighter to Scar’s bare legs, the two of them giggling as the ticks popped off, then fighting to see who could smash them first. 

Not-Scar had perfect teeth. Not too incredibly different, but Cub saw that wild smirk too often not to notice. Scar and Cub were rambunctious kids, always up to no good, but Not-Scar was.. meaner. Not blatantly malicious, not even all that worrisome for their standards, but Not-Scar took a little too much joy in it. He wasn’t just rambunctious anymore, fueled by the restlessness of a kid with aggressively undiagnosed ADHD. Cub hadn’t been able to parse the difference then, he’d just known it was Wrong. Didn’t matter though. Even after Scar’s parents pulled Not-Scar out of school, Cub was just along for the ride.

They knew too, Scar’s parents. Cub was certain they knew. Cub’s own parents might’ve known too; they certainly weren’t over at Scar’s house very often anymore after he’d disappeared, but..

No one ever told him a thing. They just watched the two of them play in the yard, perfectly innocent. 

Cub never started talking. He probably never would have, Scar related concerns aside, but nothing scared Cub more than when Scar started wanting him to speak.

“I’d like to have your name. Can I have it?”

Cub said nothing. Did nothing. 

“Can I have your name? You could write it down.. You know the sign too..” 

Scar grew frustrated when Cub wouldn’t answer. He had never been frustrated with Cub before, not like this. The kind of indignance befitting a child, entitlement that he could not always have what he wanted in a world where they’d always given each other everything. 

Cub relaxed in the tattoo parlor chair, not entirely unworried despite the 15+ piercings he’d gotten before- tongue piercings weren’t supposed to hurt, but, yknow, it’s a little nerve wracking.

But Scar didn’t get to have everything he wanted. And Cub loved when he burned.

Scar did not know where Cub had been when he arrived home at their apartment, but he offered his hand regardless. Cub did not take it. He took nothing Scar offered, part of their mutual dance. Cub sidestepped the faerie circle, mushrooms cropping right up through the floorboards, ignored the beautifully displayed cornucopia on the kitchen island, and slid into his room, leaving the door open just a crack, just as equal of an invitation as it was a trap.

Scar dodged the bucket of cement as it dropped, creating a reverberating crashing noise surely heard two apartments below them, but incidents such as this were infrequent enough that no one thought to make a noise complaint, only left to wonder.

“Whew! That was close!” The dents in the bucket were not only from hitting the floor, though you’d never know by Scar’s full-toothed smile.

Cub looked up from where he was laying in bed, mild. He set his phone face down on his nightstand.

“I painted my nails today, want to see?” Scar sat frankly on Cub’s bed, right up against his stomach, “They look like little trouts. My thumbs are bears, if you squint,” Scar winked, and Cub did not move, though that’s not to say he wasn’t curious. Scar knew without his saying so. They both checked each other’s fingers with frequent scrutiny; Cub for changes, jewelry, claws, anything he should know about, and Scar for rings. Cub had taken his off when he glanced new nails. Scar knew the gesture well.

Cub took Scar’s hand. The trout were cute. The bears were.. well, they were bears if he squinted. Cub kissed his knuckles, and Scar only winced when his fingers brushed Cub’s chin piercings. That was just fine for today.

In the morning, Cub found little holes in the plastic of his prepackaged muffin, relieved upon dissection to find only sewing needles.

In the afternoon, Scar would find his house plants infested with mites, along with fire ants in his bed, but Cub supposed he’d discover those at a later time. Scar was not the type of man that liked to relax.

At dusk, Cub would prepare a single, small can of soup for himself; he could not make multiple portions of anything lest the leftovers be drugged, leaving him either asleep before he could finish his meal, oblivious to what Scar had done to him in the time he was unconscious, or worse, unable to sleep for days. Scar would take his hands, and deliriously, they’d dance for hours on the balcony, dipping each other over the railing. 

“Don’t you want to go home?” Scar would ask, eyes lit with stars, dark hair flaming in the moonlight.

“They’d hate me,” Cub signed, the burns across Scar’s hands and arms and face and thighs proof enough. Scar burned still, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as Cub held one of his wrists, the other now snaking under Scar’s shirt. Cub felt the heat under his iron rings.

“Oh, they might,” Scar’s free hand supported Cub’s back, “But say I fix you up enough to be a suitable guest..”

“I’ll kill you,” Cub didn’t say, but he didn’t need to, eyes lidded, burning, begging for the sleep he’d been robbed of. Scar knew. Scar loved it.

The swelling had not quite ceased a week after Cub’s latest piercing. When he got home from work, the pendulum blade was still swinging over the kitchen island; Cub wondered how long ago Scar had set it off. He ducked past.

Scar was tending to his mite infested plants when Cub ducked into his room, only to duck out at the trigger of a loud hissing noise, which could have been anything from the spilling of boiling water to the crackling fuse of a bomb. It turned out to be a snake. Maybe Cub should have guessed that first, but the hospital visit from being scalded by that pot of water never left him.

“Don’t be afraid of Belladonna, she’s not venomous, just loud. I found her on my nature walk today! Isn’t she magnificent?” 

Cub didn’t know what kind of snake Belladonna was, but she certainly sounded like a rattlesnake, and didn’t look too far off from one either. Cub didn’t particularly want to fuck with a rattlesnake, especially not one that looked like it could have been six feet long. Well.. Scar couldn’t lie, so it was probably fine..

Gingerly, Cub tiptoed over the snake. And grabbed Scar’s balls.

“aAagh- Cub!” Scar swatted him away, scoffing as Cub smiled, “Now that- That was not very nice- Oh-“ Scar stumbled with the force that Cub kissed him, closed mouth, more of a headbutt than an expression of passion. Cub did not chase him when Scar drew back. “Someone’s feeling friendly, hm?”

Not particularly. 

“I don’t mind, if you even care.”

Cub already knew that, but it was nice to confirm as Cub pushed him over the end of his bed, Scar giggling in joyous delight. 

“You’re so funny sometimes. You look at me like you’re going to war..” Scar paused, “Are we?” He grinned. He wanted to. Cub did not confirm lest he trap himself in some eternal pact to fight in an ambiguously ancient faerie conflict; most likely against Scar, if Cub was being honest with himself, but he was not suited for that kind of battle. What he had was already quite enough.

Cub mouthed at Scar instead through his clothes, soaking in the receiving shiver of delight. It did not matter whether Scar was in this for a good or a bad time, he never failed to approach Cub with  excitement. 

“You hurt me,” Scar whined, lounging back, arms stretched over his head. “Are you going to kiss it better?”

Cub supposed he could. It was only fair, since this was going to be quite substantially worse.

Scar’s scream was symphonic, nearly as enchanting as the harsh snag of Cub’s hair, yanking him away. 

“What are you hiding, darling?”

Cub would not give in so easily, and Scar knew, he knew so many of Cub’s pretty secrets, especially familiar with how he loved to be pushed and pulled around. Cub gasped when Scar yanked him up by the shirt collar, smooth fingers swallowing his jaw, holding him steady. Cub bared his teeth.

“I saw it, just for a moment, come now, Cubby, open up!” Scar sang as he pinched Cub’s jaw, prying it open. Cub stuck out his tongue when he knew he’d lost, though not without defiance. And really, had he even lost? Scar tapped the piercing with a finger. They both winced. “Did that hurt?” Scar sneered, and Cub narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I won’t deprive you of this, no, not when you worked so hard to hide it from me- I thought you were being strange, you wouldn’t even eat if I was around, but! You win, you win,” Scar never let go of Cub’s cheeks, voice pitched as he talked down to him, “And you know you can’t hurt me in any way that matters, sweetheart!”

Cub lunged to bite, but Scar’s grip was too strong. He forced Cub to look at him.

“You win. And now you’re going to finish what you started.” Scar grinned, crazed in the wake of Cub’s furrowed brow. “Do as much damage as you please, but you don’t get to stop until I finish. I will outlast you.”

Cub snorted, disbelieving. Scar released him, unbothered. Well. Maybe a little more bothered after Cub failed to move.

“What are you waiting for?” he snarled, earning the satisfaction of Cub’s surprise. Maybe Cub shouldn’t have been; this wasn’t exactly a first, though as far as more sensitive areas went- Absolutely no fucking way Scar actually came from this, though, that might be the point. Anything for a cocksleeve, no matter what was in there, fucking whore. 

It would be fun to try, though, wouldn’t it.

God, no way this stupid piercing wasn’t getting infected.

[demonsword586]

Beelzebub Attacker part 1

Whew! This took a little longer than I expected. Then again,the first parts are always a bit longer. The next part is coming in a few days!

(Pg: Abyssos streets)

The crowded streets of Abyssos at night.

Nicknamed the Country of Pleasure,the nights were brighter than the days.

And there,you...

Sniff Sniff

Beelzebub: Ha....Smells nice...

You were walking down that busy,tumultous street with Beelzebub,a handsome man who smelled your hair and was openly horny.

Mc: Ah! Don't smell me there...

Beelzebub: Why not? It smells delicious-

Embarrassed,you tried to push Beelzebub away,but it was impossible because he had his arm around your shoulders,half-leaning on you.

The streets of Abyssos's entertainment district where even more devils come and became crowded as the sun set,

And you had no choice but to walk closer to Beelzebub to avoid being run over by other devils.

The devils grew in number,the neon lights of the night were blindly bright,and Beelzebub bamboozled you most of all.

His flushed face,his soft voice and his guidence.

Beelzebub: Welcome to the night of Abyssos,the city of drugs,gambling and pleasure.

Beelzebub: Abyssos is a country where everything is legal. Oh! Except stealing other's lovers.

Beelzebub: I wanted to introduce you to the back alleys of our proud Abyssos. For the pride of Abyssos is not in the palace but in the back streets.

Beelzebub: Everywhere in Gehenna is like a back alley,but no offense,it's nostalgic. Keke~

Beelzebub said many things as though he was excited. You had never seen Beelzebub in such high spirits before.

Beelzebub: Oh! I wanted to go to that store with you.

He raised his finger,pointing at the sign far away.

{White Lovers}

Beelzebub: That restaurant is famous for making it's sauce with the semen of the healthiest,best-batured male devils in Abyssos.

Beelzebub: It's such that you would dance at the healthy taste once you try it.

Mc: (What the....It's strange but I'm curious.)

Leaning on you to the point it made you staggger,Beelzebub spoke joyfully with his arm around your waist.

Then,he pointed at the sign on the next store with his finger and continued.

{Forest of mushrooms}

Beelzebub: The shop next door is a cafe rhat distills the saliva of the most handsome men in Abyssos to make a variety of drinks.

Beelzebub: It's been around for 800 years,so there's a lot of tradition and a lot of pride.

Beelzebub: At the end of the day,they collect saliva and put it in Baba Yaga's cauldron to distill overnight,then make a drink from it in the morning to sell.

Beelzebub: There's only a certain amount of spit you can collect per night,so there's a limited amount they can sell,and I've only tried it a few times.

Mc: (So weird,but I want to try it!)

Afterward,Beelzebub entertained you by showing you around as if he were taking you on a trip.

Of course,you were most excited and happy to walk through a main street with an extraordinarily handsome man-

Mc: (Ugh...Satan will be angry)

That was right. You were at the royal tower of Gehenna a few minutes ago.

(Pg changes to Gehenna halls)

While enjoying a cup of tea with Ppyong and Sitri,Sitri's tea was too strong and caused Ppyong to go into caffeine shock. So the two momentarily left you for a while.

Beelzebub: Shall we get moving?

Mc: Beelzebub?!

Beelzebub appeared from behind your back,slipped his hand behind your knee to scooped you up in a princess hug,and flew out through the window.

(Pg changes back to Abyssos streets)

As a result,here you were.

You werw casually enjoying your date with Beelzebub,as if you'd arrange it days before.

Mc: (Wait,why was he in Gehenna? I mean,since when was he nearby?! And how did we arrive in Abyssos so quickly?!)

You were full of questions,but you were too hectic. And whats more...

Mc: (It feels like Beelzebub can disappear anytime soon,so I don't want to waste time talking about trivial things)

Even if it was Beelzebub's strategy to make you think that, you were willing to be fooled.

Mc: (Because Beelzebub is so cool that I don't want to waste a single second even when he's right next to me...)

You furtively raised your head to look up at Beelzebub's side profile as he joyfully looked around his surroundings.

The man who was leaning against you so casually,that you almost felt regretful,was looking around with a faint smile of longing and affection in his eyes.

Mc: Come to think of it....the surrounding devils are quiet. I thought they would cause a fuss again with Beelzebub being here.

Mc: Don't tell me that you caused a spell or something?

Beelzebub: Well,what do you think?

Beelzebub chuckled instead of answering. A naughty man who never gave a serious answer. But this was as good as 'yes'.

Otherwise,it didn't make sense that they would not recognize Beelzebub when they were so close to each other, they were bumping shoulders.

Mc: Anyway,what happened? It's so sudden!

Beelzebub: Sniff* Sniff*

Mc: (I was an idiot for wanting an answer...)

Beelzebub buried his nose in the top of your head as though he didn't have time to answer.

Bewlzebub: There are about three places where you smell really strongly. One is here,another is in your armpits and the third is in your-

Speaking in joy,Beelzebub pretended to straighten up and whispered in your ear.

Beelzebub: And 'that' place which began to get wet as soon as I started sniffing you.

Mc:!!

You tightened your thighs before you knew it.

Beelzebub snickered and rubbed his cheek in your messy hair.

Beelzebub: I missed you. That's all.

Mc: !!!

Your heart thumped without resistence at the innocent confession,lightly delivered at the strange timing.

Strangely enough,you didn't feel like hiding the feelings in your heart.

Minhyeok's face momentarily flashed in your mind,but at the same time,another more honest emotion you had...

Mc: I missed you too.

Beelzebub: I thought you did. That's why I came here to see you.

The man's words had no weight,no modesty,but you thought it didn't matter.

Mc: (It's nice to hear)

With that honest emotion alone,you decided to enjoy this situation.

As though he had sensed your feelings,Beelzebub began to walk while pulling you closer to him and holding !ou more closely than before.

Just then,a sign poking out above the tall devils' head caught your eye.

Mc: Beelzebub,what kind of store is that? It has a drawing of a knife...is it a restaurant?

Beelzebub: Ahh,thats the store run by a devil who has the ability to change your gender.

Beelzebub: If you invest a few more seconds there,you can change !our gender right away.

Beelzebub: Its only available there,but it's a favorite spot for devils who want to swap positions with their lover.

Mc: T-That's amazing!

Beelzebub: Well,but it doesn't matter to you,right? All the devils here woudn't mind if you were a man or a woman.

Beelzebub said in a sing-song voice as thought the fact made him really happy.

Beelzebub: Ah,we're nearly there.

Mc: (You had a destination in mind?!)

You gasped in suprise and pointed at the nearest sign.

The sign had a drawing of a rope which looked like a noose.

Mc: Is that our destination?

Beelzebub: Ah,no. But shall we stop by there if you're intrested?

Mc: What do they have in there?

Beelzebub: It's a suicidal cafe. The customers can decide on the method of suicide.

Beelzebub: They can die by decapitation,dismemberment or drowning.

Mc: What?! Do they really die?!

Beelzebub: No,the owner of the store comes to save you just before you die,so you won't die for real.

Beelzebub: But it's just a place you go to feel that ectatic feeling of death.

Beelzebub: When you're really a second away from death,the owner uses his ability to restore you to your previous state.

Beelzebub: From what I heard,the owner is from Paradise Lost....He's a mysterious devil.

Mc: Is it alright for a devil from another country to do business here?

Beelzebub: Well,Bael will take care of that well,so - I don't really know about things like that.

Mc: (You're the king,but you don't know.)

Feeling trivially shocked,you sent words of comfort to Bael in your mind.

Just thwn Beelzebub came to a stop and so did you.

He had come to a stop infront of a bright red,steel door in the shape of a large arch.

Mc: Is this today's destination?

Beelzebub: No,this is a shelter.

Beelzebub: In human terms...a home in the woods? A bench in a large square in the center of a park? I don't know.

Mc: This flashy,prominent thing is a shelter?

Beelzebub: It should be flashy and prominent for you to notice and rest inside,shoudn't it?

Mc: Now that you say it,yea.

Persuaded by Beelzebub's reason,you opened the large door and entered with Beelzebub.

(Pg changes to the 'shelter' inside)

But you froze,your expectations of relaxing music or quiet room dashed as soon as you walked through the door.

Happy-looking Male devil: Ah...hnn!...

Happy-looking Female devil: Hn,hnn-hnngh...ah...ah!

Over the sticky,jazzy music,loud moans from around the spacious room overlapped,creating a cacophony that tickled your stomach.

In the reddish room,there was a plush couch that was obviously meant for relaxation, but it was covered in bodily fluids spilled by the devils everywhere...

And they were even conducting intercourse on the couch.

Mc: B-Beelzebub,I think we entered the wrong room...

Scratching your cheek in embarrassment,you pulled on thw hem of Beelzebub's clothes. He turned,then-

Beelzebub: Raise your arms. Say hooray!

Mc: Hooray?...

Beelzebub required it all too naturally,and you raised your arms without even doubting him.

Then the shirt you were wearing was pulled off the top of your head.

Mc: Huhhh?!!!

Startled,you raised your arms too late to cover your chest,

Beelzebub: How nice of you. Are you helping me?

Said Beelzebub,then casually threw his arms around you as if to embrace you,and immediately reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

Mc: Huhhhh?!

You made a stupid sound again,but you were already in Beelzebub's arms,stripped of your shirt and upper underwear.

Mc: W-Wait! I don't know what's going on now-

Beelzebub: We are going to take a break!

Beelzebub smiled as he hugged you.

You were about to experience a 'break' rhat you had never experienced before.

[sonic-takeover]

hi my curious ass is BACK after literally 10 minutes I'm SO SORRY 💔

but I was catching up on the LORE (to be read in game theorist MatPat's voice) and.

SONADOW‼️🎉🎉

Im fr tweaking out in my bedroom at 2 am because of this blog I'VE BEEN HERE TEN MINUTES AND I LOVE IT ‼️‼️

so bc my brain is holding ten thousand billion thoughts at once (shocker), and Im a little lost on the story, can I get a quick recap on the sonadow situation orrr???

yet again, hate to pester, excited to be answered!!(≧∇≦)b

Happy to have you here! Don't be afraid to send asks! Okay so it's a bit crazy, but here's the story:

Sonic and Shadow were friends/rivals at the beginning. People started asking them how they feel about each other, but they were both in deeeeep deep denial. Eventually, Sonic talked about how much Shadow means to him and Rouge got a screenshot of that message. There was a whole fiasco of them losing the phone and trying to get it to Shadow as it passed from one person to the next, but when Shadow got to it, he thought it was platonic. Amy saw everything going on and got jealous, attacking Shadow. Sonic saved him and rejected Amy for good. Amy took her time healing her heartbreak while Metal Sonic made his intentions clear and waited for her to be ready to date. Meanwhile, Shadow and Sonic stayed in the depths of denial even in the face of being forced to share a room and a bed in the bigass house. They grew more and more comfortable with each other (even cuddling to sleep) but still didn't know their feelings went both ways. An anon left an Eggman brand body swapping ray on their floor and they swapped bodies and broke the ray by accident. They tried to hide the switch, but it wasn't easy. They were found out pretty quickly and Tails started trying to repair the ray. The two of them started bonding by doing each other's makeup and racing indoors, and on the last night of their switch, Sonic (in Shadow's body) sang I Hear a Symphony for shadow specifically during karaoke, publicly serenading him. He reached out his hand and Shadow almost took it, but plot twist! Tails got kidnapped by Eggman when going to him for help repairing the ray. The group all went to save him and during that mission, they fought a robot which zapped Shadow in the chest with a laser. Sonic used the almost-fixed ray to swap them back and broke it again. Now Sonic was injured and Shadow had to nurse him back to health, but now he had finally accepted his feelings for Shadow. He started flirting with him, which Shadow dismissed as him being delirious from the pain of his injury. Eventually, they decided it was a good idea to write each other love letters explaining their true feelings. Unfortunately, Shadow writes in cursive and Sonic has both terrible handwriting and terrible spelling when not using autocorrect, so neither of them could read or understand the letters. They both thought it was a rejection letter, which caused even more confusion. Rouge told Sonic that Shadow liked him back, and Amy read Shadow's letter so Sonic since she could read cursive. Everyone went to find the chaos emeralds, since Sonic now had a plan to confess to him. Once gathered, he went super with Shadow and took him to the moon, where they watched the sky, slow danced, and finally kissed as the sun rose over the Earth. Now they're official boyfriends with three kitten children (Flash, Freeze, and Firefly), but there are still some secrets lurking in their pasts.. things they're not sure they feel ready to share.

Whew! I'm gonna check that for typos later. But that's Sonadow so far! Hope this helps!

-Mod

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Isn’t Hal jordan life just filled with propaganda? Grew up in a military household, joined the usaf, was a pilot for Ferris air(believe they tests military aircraft) and then joined the gl corps that’s basically just military propaganda in itself

Whew. Must suck to be him, buddy can’t catch a break

I don’t really think myself qualified to speak on this, but I’ve been thinking about this ask since I saw it.

To be fair, I think it could be argued that while Hal’s life is chock-full of military service, sometimes it can be interpreted as deconstruction rather than propaganda--although the hotshot Top Gun way he’s written post-Johns can totally feel propagandistic at times.

Like, look at this variant cover. I feel more patriotic already.

Post-Johns, Hal’s father Martin Jordan was portrayed more positively than he had been previously, (notably, that he wasn’t either physically abusive or particularly dismissive of Hal versus his brothers). Another thing: Emerald Dawn suggests--and it is also emphasized in Green Lantern: Sleepers book three--that Martin purposefully did not eject from the test plane because he would rather die a pilot than eject, leaving his wife a widow and his three sons orphans. So, arguably, the Top Gun bravado that Hal is so infamous for now, has been criticized from the beginning of Hal’s life.

And the possibly military propaganda of the Green Lantern Corps is something I’ve been thinking about since I became a GL fan. It’s either a highly militarized police force or a policing military force, which...does not feel good either way. And where do the Guardians get the authority to police the universe anyway? Power should come to rulers from those they rule, right?

Honestly, I kinda liked that the Corps was shown as corrupt for a while in iirc Geoff Johns’ run, with the Guardians allowing lethal force against the Sinestro Corps and later any enemy of the Corps, and then altogether scheming to get rid of the Corps from the inside out? I thought it was really, really interesting. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, right? We kinda saw that with Sinestro, and with Parallax, etc.

But, because this is superhero comics and we tend to want our superheroes to be good guys, I do think about possible ways the Corps can be characterized as less of a police force. For one thing, I think we should get rid of the Guardians and reinstate John Stewart as Corps leader. The Guardians literally cause, like, half of the Corps’ problems, either directly or indirectly. For another thing, I would love for the Corps to perhaps be more akin to firefighters than police, if that makes sense? Put more emphasis on saving people from natural disasters or, like, space pirates, or traffickers, I don’t know. 

I’ve heard it said that the Corps could just be a really big team of superheroes instead of a military, but I do think if we get rid of the military aspect entirely, we’re...kinda losing out on some of the aesthetic appeal? And, yeah, I know I know, the whole “you are not immune to propaganda” meme. Military is all about discipline (at least, the ideal of it), and the willpower of a Green Lantern is very closely related to discipline.

So...this answer got out of hand. Yeah Hal cannot catch a break, sorry buddy.

[enquire]

Kindle

Well here we have it. One last design to complete the class. Rounding things off with Kakeru.

Notes this time:

Kindle is a kirin and bull hybrid. He doesn't have a cutie mark because of this.

I originally was going to make him a bull, but I couldn't resist giving him some kirin traits-it fits his courtroom persona too well! So he does have the ability to produce flames, if only a little. It's localized mainly to his horns and eyes. His hooves probably get a bit hot as well, but not enough to set fires or cause damage.

He has a little bit of plating on his back in little bursts.

I tried to get as many flame motifs in here as I could haha

Ramblings below the cut

A Canterlot courtroom isn't exactly the place you'd expect to see somepony like Kindle. But despite the countless uppercrust unicorns he's surprised, he's still made a name for himself as a lawyer.

His spirit is matched by his fire, and he's made it his goal in life to defend those who need it most. Because of this, he's gained a lot of nicknames in legal circles. Such as the "Blazing Bull" (or "Raging Bull" by his less gracious opponents)

However, despite him having managed to make several connections while working in Canterlot, such as the stern Saber Frost, or the insightful Stardust siblings, it's not a place he'd call home.

For outside of the courtroom, Kindle struggles to keep and hold friendships and communicate with others. The fast pace of the city, and the often shallow or elitist nature of some of its residents, doesn't mesh well with Kindle's nature, or his being a fairly nervous country-pony whenever he's not practicing law.

After all, Kindle's heart lies in his hometown. The place he grew up, and where his family, including his younger sister, live. It's for them that he became a lawyer in the first place, even if it takes him far away more frequently than he'd like.

He's met many ponies in the course of his travels, but only two have ever really stayed by his side beyond the friends and family back home. Mourning Dove, and Mercy Suture. Both of whom had similar experiences, traveling all over Equestria for their talents while always keeping home in mind.

The quieter, calmer pace of their conversations made it simpler for Kindle to be himself without worry. And the three of them are regular penpals, who often meet up to see each other across their travels. Whenever Kindle finds himself in a new town, he always looks for local gems to grab a bite with his friends. Donut shops and diners are his favorites.

Whew. The set is finally complete... Somehow, Kakeru seems like a perfect final pony here. If you're curious, Midori would also be a cow-kirin hybrid.

I've made 18 of these designs so far. Though they're definitely imperfect, especially some of the earlier ones, I've had a great time working on this silly little project. It's been really good just making art for the fun, and getting better at not worrying about how good the pieces are or how niche it is haha.

I'm definitely not done with this AU of course! Now that I have names and designs down for everyone, there's definitely some more things I'd like to draw, and moments I'd like to visit for this. What can I say? I've liked ponies ever since I was little, and got drawn right back in this past year.

Maybe if I'm feeling really brave I'll share some written stuff? It's a bit intimidating going from what I usually post to something as silly and niche as an mlp crossover AU though I have to admit haha.

I think this is enough rambling for now, but I'll be back. If you're reading this, thanks for sticking around. Especially if you're one of the few whose been following me going through all these haha.

With that, I'm signing off!

[peachiemilkytea]

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ

pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

Summary: Henry has been talking to your dad about his co-boss a lot lately, enough to invite him over for dinner knowing that he is your boss too. Now you have to deal with a dumb teenage boy you don't like.

Paring: Teen!Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: use of Y/n, third and first person pov, your parents embarrassing you, flirting?? romance??? enemies to friends

W/c: 5K

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Flipping the pages in between my fingers of a romance story. Seventeenth Summer by Maureen Daly. It was in my top ten favorites, my first favorite was IT by Stephen King. The one I'm reading now is about two teenagers, Angie Morrow, and Jack Duluth, being a couple and going out together in June for the first time. Their dates would be them getting cokes with friends, riding in Jack's car, going to movies, and taking the boat out. They grew closer than they could ever be together. It gave it a whole new point of view on the world. Rose-tinted glasses.

"Dottie! Come down here!"

Uh oh, am I in trouble? I put my book down on my bedside and walked downstairs. Mom was leaning on the kitchen counter talking to my dad who was smoking a cigarette. My mother hates the smell of cigarettes. Her nose scrunched at the intoxicating smell. I took a seat at the table.

"Whatever happened, Daniel did it!" I accused my little brother without hesitance. Holding my hands together, my shoulders become tense. Dad snickered out smoke holding onto the sink, biting his lip to hold back a big smile. Mom rolled her eyes at the smoke he let out.

"You're not in trouble (Y/n), we're having the Aftons over for dinner." Mom explained, breathy chuckling.

"Henry and I had lunch with him the other day, he's something else. I had to use everything to stop myself from making fun of his accent. Anyway, his family will be here by six twenty so get ready." Dad explained twiddling the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Alright, whew, you scared me! I thought I was gonna be in trouble! Where's Daniel? Does he know?" I asked, looking around.

"Yes, he knows, he walked in on us talking about it. The Aftons have a boy your age. We'll leave Daniel to suffer with the little ones." Mom said getting off of the counter. I let out a "Yes!" pumping my arm up and running upstairs.

Now that I think about it, William never really talks about his family. He'll bring up his daughter Elizabeth but that's really about it. I had to find out that Michael was Will's kid myself, he never talked about him and whenever I try to bring him up Will shuts it down. He's a jerk to me, I swear it's like he hates me! One time when I was working he spilled soda all over my head with a sarcastic 'whoops.' Poor Henry had to give me a towel and wash it out of my hair and face.

While with Henry he'll talk about his kids all the time, I would hear all the stories about Sammy and Charlie. All the cute things they did and all the tantrums. Henry would have a picture of his wife in his pocket, Nancy Emily, they've been high school sweethearts. She's a sweet woman who got me into Seventeenth Summer. I usually hang out in her garden with her taking care of the plants or sunbathing. I cleaned up my room, picked up the clothes on the floor, and fixed my plants, stacking my books into the shelf, tidying up my desk. I think I looked okay. It was presentable enough. Daniel was standing at my door.

"Come on, hurry up! They're at our door." Daniel said repeatedly knocking on my doorway. I rubbed his hair walking past the kid. Downstairs there was William with a gingered-haired woman, his daughter Elizabeth, a smaller boy holding a golden Fredbear plushie, and... Michael? Ohhh that would make sense now, that's why he looks like William. I didn't pay attention when Mom was talking about us. He perked up surprised but then waved at me with a smile.

"This is Daniel and (Y/n), my kids," Mom said putting her hands on her hip. That stance always gave off 'I'm a tired mom.'

"Kids, this is the Aftons. William, Clara, Elizabeth, Evan, and Michael." Mom introduced us, pointing to each one of them.

"Hey boss," I said, looking towards William. He smirked at my remark. I looked over to my dad and saw the gears in his head turning, Mom gave out a silent 'oh.' Clara looked between me and William.

"But you work for Henry?" Dad asked more like a question.

"William is Henry's co-boss, I work for both of them," I said putting my hand on my hip, then going back to the family and flashing them a smile before going up to my room.

I heard Dad and mom talking to William and Clara talking more about work and what's for dinner, telling Daniel to take the little ones. Then They were talking about boring adult stuff, the only thing I found interesting that they were talking about is all the butterflies Clara's been finding and keeping. Maybe the book my dad was reading, The Color Purple. A book about a teenage African American, Cecilie. Raised in rural isolation in Georgia. She resists the self-paralyzing concept forced on her by others. He's the one who introduced the book to me, it was hard to read because of the writing. But that's the fun of it. Like I did with The Great Gatsby, I took notes on it and broke down the language to understand it then burned the chapters into my head of what happened in a modern way.

Grabbing one of my types of vinyl, I always liked the vinyls more than the cassettes, mixtapes, and walkmans. They played it so much better than the others. Putting on Highway To Hell by AC/DC, it was one of my all-time favorites. Nodding to the beat and mouthing the lyrics.

"Good pick! I didn't expect a good girl like you to be into rock." Michael said, leaning against my doorway with a smug look. I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. I took my vinyls out of the packages and wrote what songs they were on the middle-colored part before putting them on my green flowered walls. Michael was staring at my pictures on my bulletin board.

"Did you take these?" He asked, pointing towards them.

"Yeah, I did. It's still-life photography. What? You like them?" I spat out walking to his side. He was looking at a picture with a book that had cursive letters on the pages, a jar of flowers and the other side is a jar of ink, an old pen sitting next to it, and circled glasses on the other side. Maps and drawings of herbs under the book.

"It's not my style but I like it. It's like something really old and adventurous. Like those old guys you see in the history books." Michael read the photo perfectly. He captured it in his way but still expressed what I was trying to get. I was surprised he was being so nice right now.

"I think this one might be more of your style," I said pointing to a different picture above the one he was looking at.

A bluish-whitish tinted photo, concrete stairs with yellow lines at the end going down. The white walls were covered in graffiti, paint, posters, photos, and drawings. There were marker drawings on the walls and messy paint splattered onto the railings. Graffiti symbols and phrases are marked onto the floor. Some vinyl and cassettes were glued to the wall. Boy bands and magazine covers on the wall with famous faces and logos. The pen drawings on the side made planets and black stars. Drawings made by people saying "runaway" or lists of things or missing pet beetles people found off of the street. A large rectangular mirror on the left side reflects the turn to further downstairs on the right.

Michael's brows raised and his mouth fell slightly. His hand tucked a strand of his hair back behind his ear then covered his mouth with his hand. He blinked a couple of times through his eyelashes. I chuckled and picked it off of the bulletin board and flipped it over on my desk, writing 'To Michael' and handing it to him. He furrowed his brows and stepped back pulling his hand away from his mouth.

"Take it if you like it so much. I know you don't like me very much and I'm okay with that. I'm still your friend." I said being left hanging and still holding the photo.

"I hate you. I hate your '70s haircut. I hate how your teeth are yellow. I hate how your loud laugh echoes in a room. I hate the way you read knockoff comic books. I hate how you smile so big when you lie. I hate you. But I don't, I tried. Something about you is keeping me around. I want to be your friend." Michael admitted. That was a turn of events... He took the picture out of my hands and pressed his lips together. Holding it with two hands he stared at it. I chuckled, and a smile tugged my lips.

"So the soda thing-" I said pointing to the floor lazily. He quickly looked up bug-eyed.

"Ahhh!! Ahh!! We don't talk about that!" Michael yelled jumping on my bed. He got off of his stomach and laid on his back looking at her picture. I sighed going back to my bulletin board of pictures. I put up some new ones I took a few days ago. From the corner of my eye, I saw him put the picture on the bedside desk, and he picked up the book from my desk.

"What is this? It's so cheesy? The guy on the cover looks like me!" Michael asked, reading through the pages.

"It's what girls feel when they're in love, you wouldn't know." I joked. Hearing him scoff.

"Girls fall in love with me. Women get with me." Michael protested moving on his side to look at me with a cocky look, his tongue on the corner of his lips while biting down on it with his teeth. I let out a long 'sure.' He went back to reading. Genuinely Michael seemed invested in the story. Maybe I should show him Sixteen Candles one time. He might like that more because it's a movie. God, I love Molly Ringwald, she's such a great actor and in so many films I love. I have an undying love for her! She reminds me so much of Cheryl. Soon the vinyl stopped playing, so I grabbed another record. Metallica, Ride The Lightning. Putting it in and turning up the volume. Michael's head lifted quickly.

"No way! Metallica! Wait wait I know this one. Ride The Lighting, right?" Michael fanboyed over the vinyl. I nodded lazily. Grabbing a few covers I handed them to him. Dr Feelgood Mötley Crüe, Sweet Child O' Mine Guns N' Roses, Detroit Rock City KISS, Cherry Bomb the Runaways, Bad Reputation Joan Jett, Pet Sematary Ramones, and so many others. Rolling Stones, Judas Priest, you name it. Michael looked like a kid in a candy store flipping through the record covers. He was stuttering his words.

"Oh my god." Michael managed to get out of his excited stutters. Holding up one of them records.

"You can pick the next song." I gave a small smile sitting at the end of my bed. I lie on my stomach further it and swing my feet back and forth. Bopping my head to the beat of the metal music. I felt my imagination running wild, anything with music made me daydream. It was like scenes in a movie or a cartoon show. Michael was mimicking the strings of a guitar that the song was playing.

"Is this all you do?" Michael asked, looking up at the ceiling. His hand was up pointing and tracing the cracks.

"Yeah. I mean sometimes I'll go out if it's with my best friend or if it's because of work. My room beats going outside any day." I said, swinging my feet back and forth while leaning my cheek on my pointer finger. I like to be introverted, my mother always called me a homebody who needs to get out more. The most I would do is hang out with my dad on the porch at dawn talking about our days while he was smoking a cigarette.

"You have a friend that isn't Henry? That's hard to believe." Michael playfully insulted. I grabbed one of my pillows and smacked him with it. He yelled and put his hands up laughing.

"Yes, I do! Jeez. How do you even know I'm friends with Henry? Will doesn't like to talk a lot." I asked sitting up and hugging the same pillow I assaulted him with.

"I know Henry too, you know! You're not the only one. Father will bring me and my brother and sister to work sometimes and that's how I know Henry. He talks about you too much. It's like you're some star student. It's always (Y/n) this and (Y/n) that and oh did you know what (Y/n) did? All the time, it's so annoying!" Michael groaned into the pillow.

"Boo hoo, oh poor you." I mocked sticking my tongue out. Michael lifted his head from the pillow and spotted something. Should I be worried? He looks so curious. He grabbed a book on the floor next to my bed that read 'The 48 laws of Power' which was about Niccolo Machiavelli's philosophy.

"Where did you get something like this?" Michael asked, skipping through the pages.

"It's a philosophy book, about the philosopher Niccolo Machiavelli. He lived in Florence during the Renaissance period. But then a prince came to the city and kicked anyone he didn't like out. Machiavelli was one of them. He would think while he was homeless. He would put on his fanciest clothes and talk about philosophy. Machiavelli has the theory that to get power you need to be feared to be loved. He wrote a letter to the prince on why he should come back to Florence. The prince read the letter and let him back into the city. He gave Machiavelli his spot. To have power you need to cheat, manipulate, and have confidence. It's used in politics and elections." I explained talking through my hands, never leaving his eyes.

Funny story, when I was out for a walk one day I found a kid in a tree reading it and I asked him how he knew that book. We had the best talk about being manipulative. It takes a true philosopher to understand and with that, you need to change your mindset. Philosophy is the love of wisdom, or in Greek Philosophia. It's pursuing your lover, pursuing Sophia. I love doing philosophy but I don't have anyone to do it with.

"This is deep," Michael said he was gapping like a fish. I could tell it wasn't really his thing and it's probably something you look at and forget the next day. I only nodded with a small smile.

My door creaked, I expected it to be one of the kids or my dad telling me to come downstairs for dinner. Cujo came running and jumped on Michael. He grunted putting the book on the nightstand on top of Seventeenth Summer. Cujo jumped on top of him and soaked his face in dog slobber, drool coming down and hitting Michael's cheek. He pushed the dog off of him and wiped the grossness off of his face. Gagging and scowling. I let out a fit of laughter.

"Good boy! Good boy Cujo." I patted his head.

"You named him after the murder dog?!" Michael shrieked scouting up on my pillows trying to get Cujo out of his lap.

"Yeah." I held Cujo's chin up to me and kissed his forehead.

"He almost killed me!" Michael complained, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Stop being a baby. Cujo's a sweetheart, he would never hurt anybody unless I tell him to, Isn't that right?" I coo'ed to my puppy. He barked in response. I swear it's like he understands me. We don't deserve dogs, they are too good for us.

"Never thought I would hear that..." Michael mumbled and slowly came off of my pillows. He hesitantly held his hand out to the dog, taking it back quickly when Cujo turned around to sniff his palm. Michael tried again shaking but moved his hand away too quickly again. Cujo barked at him. I grabbed his wrist and held it up to Cujo, finally, he smelt his palm and declared Michael his friend. He put his head into the boy's hand making him pet him. Michael loosened up and pet Cujo's head. A genuine smile tugged at his lips. Scaredy cat.

"KIDS ATTACK!" Uh oh- Elizabeth jumped on her brother and tackled Michael on the bed, hitting him. Telling his face it hurt. Evan was timidly hiding behind Daniel.

"What? Evan! You're supposed to be beating up your brother and my sister!" Daniel said, lifting his arm and looking behind him. Evan was shaking behind him, shutting his eyes so hard you could see the wrinkles on the side. I got up from my spot while Elizabeth and Michael were beating each other up. I went up to the two boys and squatted down to the little one's height. He opened his eyes slowly. They were glossy, you could see every sparkle in the blue. His cheeks were a rosy red. A golden bear was in his arms, looking like Fredbear. William must've given it to him.

"Hey little buddy, it's okay. You don't gotta be me up. Daniel was just joking. Uh... Do you want a hug or something?" I asked, holding out my arms. Evan calmed down a little bit. He left Daniel's side and came up to me laying against me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back softly. Evan's crying calmed down and only had little sniffles and shaky gasps of air.

"I like your plushie, what's his name?" I asked, trying to relax him.

"Goldie," Evan mumbled lying on my chest. I stroked his hair.

"That's a nice name," I said softly, looking down at him. Something about this kid melts my heart. He's so delicate, fragile. If he was a box being shipped overseas he would have the fragile label on him.

"Wh-What's your name?" he stuttered looking up at me.

"I'm (Y/n), Daniel's sister. You're daddy's friend. What's your name?" I asked, sitting down on my knees.

"I'm Evan, sometimes my sister calls me Ev," he explained. Isn't that sweet? It's his sister's nickname. Daniel looked confused, glaring at us. I shot him a glare. He stuck out his tongue and pulled down his eyelid.

"IZZY! Get the hell off of me!" Michael yelled fighting his sister. I forgot that was happening. To be fair, Elizabeth was winning the fight. She was laughing at him and sitting on his stomach punching him, Michael's hands covered his face. As much as I'm enjoying seeing Michael getting his ass whooped by his little sister it can't go on forever.

"Alright! How about we play hide and seek?" I asked standing up. It caught Elizabeth perked up, she stopped fighting Michael and looked at me with a bright grin. That kid is a little devil but at least she's cute with her bow. She got off of Michael jumping off my bed and running towards me.

"Hide and seek! Hide and seek! Hide and seek!" Elizabeth chanted jumping up and down. Evan on the other hand shook his head no.

"Come on Evan, pleaseee! Pleaseeee! I'll beat up Michael if he scares you! Daniel's sister will make sure he won't scare you!" Elizabeth begged and pointed to me.

"It's true, I won't let him scare you, I'll even make a pinky promise." I held up my pinky. Evan's foot moved in circles and his body turned to the side, his head down looking up at me with doe eyes. Seriously, this kid is adorable. If Michael does anything I'll have Cujo eat him.

"Okay..." Evan held up his pinky. Interlocking it with mines. We pinky promised to stop Michael from scaring Evan. Speaking of the boy, his hair was disheveled and he was leaning on his elbow lifting himself. He held the back of his head, rubbing it while one of his eyes closed. My covers were a mess! My pillows were everywhere! Elizabeth probably used one to hit him. Kids...

"Daniel's it! Run kids! Count!" I yelled pointing to my brother and running away with the kids. Michael hurried soon after.

I don't know where the other two are, but I ended up with Evan. His small hand was trying to hold mine despite it being bigger. I pointed to Daniel's room under his bed. Evan and I hid under there. He was freaking out a bit. Looking around and shaking. I played with his hair and drew soft slow circles on top of his head. He looked like he could fall asleep. I heard Michael screaming like a girl. Daniel must have found him. What a wuss! There were footsteps and sounds of them arguing. They're like Dumb And Dumber. Elizabeth was found, she was whining and complaining about being found. They were looking for Evan and I. Their footsteps were so sloppy. I snickered a little too loudly, Michael was right about my laugh. How did he even pay attention to it?

"Wait..." I heard Daniel's moment of realization. He beelined for his room. It was weirdly suspenseful. Evan didn't like it at all. Seeing his socks roam the room he looked for us cautiously. Suddenly, fingers grabbed the bottom of the blankets and lifted them. Daniel was squatting there with the smugest look on his face.

"Found ya." He said slyly.

"You little buttmuncher." I jokingly insulted. He dramatically grabbed his heart and gasped offendedly. Evan sighed and crawled out from under the bed. I grabbed Daniel's ankles and pulled him to me. He shrieked and yelled at me. Hitting my hand. We got out from under the bed in a laughing fit.

We spent an hour laughing and scaring each other. Besides Evan, I was always paired with the little boy and he seemed a lot less scared when I was around. Daniel even ran downstairs and hid behind the couch till Elizabeth found him by getting a hint from William. She's a daddy's girl.

Michael was it, for the first time. He refused to do it for all the other times. He only agreed to do it if I did it with him. Pulling me away from Evan. I mean I hope the kid will be okay. Mike is kinda a dickhead. The kids ran off and hid, while we counted. Though he stopped counting.

"Why did you stop?" I asked. He stood there arms crossed with a smirk and one of his brows raised.

"They won't notice," Michael said, leaning up a little.

"Ookaay?" I said confused leaning against the wall. There was an awkward silence like Michael wanted to say something but didn't know how to phrase it. I can tell because I can see the cogs turning in his head.

"Whatever, let's go look for the little dweebs." Michael walked off.

"Hey! I'm the only one who can call Daniel a dweeb!" I ran after him.

We looked around the house. The bathroom, in the shower, the hallway closet, under my bed, under Daniel's bed. These kids were too good. It's like they disappeared. Michael and I went into my room. He put his finger to his lips and tiptoed to the closet. He paused for a moment. I shook my head no quickly, pressing my lips together. What if Evan was in there? Grabbing his shoulder and tugging it. He pushed me off. Michael slammed open the closet and put his arms up with a yell. Turns out... Evan was in there. And now he was having a sobfest thanks to Michael. I pushed past him and squatted down in front of the little boy who was clinging onto his Fredbear stuffie for dear life.

"Hey hey honey, it's okay. Come here. Oh man, I'm so sorry I broke our pinky promise." I said hugging him. Evan clung to me. I picked him up grunting at the sudden weight. He sobbed into my shirt. I glared at Michael, annoyed. For once he looks guilty. I kind of felt bad. Dropping my glare with a neutral smile. I rubbed Evan's back.

"Go find the others, Mike I'm sure dinner is almost ready." I nodded my head towards the door. He just nodded and walked off. Evan slowly calmed down still with leftover tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Do you want to go downstairs and hang out with the parents?" I asked him. He slowly nodded, not moving from my neck. I exited my cozy room and walked downstairs. The adults saw me with a crying Evan in my arms and eyed me confused and worried.

"Oh uh, hide and seek is a little too scary for him," I explained. Mrs. Afton showed understanding like this has happened before or the normal but mixed with guilt for her baby. William looked a little phased by it, his smile fading but going back to talking with my mother.

"Oh uhm here Mrs Afton." I tried handing Evan to his mother but he clung to me like a koala bear. It surprised the Aftons and my parents.

"That's very new, well I suppose he likes you a lot. That means a lot to a little child. And please call me Clara. No need to be so formal!" Mrs-... er Clara said. I nodded and took a seat at the table motioning her to sit next to me.

"I'm (Y/n), I'm sorry this is just so new to me. I wish I had heard about you more. You seem nice." I tried to make conversation. As you can tell it's going poorly.

"Awh, you're sweet. William isn't one to talk about personal stuff that much. Why I didn't even know that you two were coworkers! You work with Henry too?" Clara asked with a heartwarming smile.

"Yeah I do, Henry is my best friend. He's really how I got the job in the first place. I'm the head engineer. The bosses are the ones who are in charge of the whole engineering stuff. I'm just here if they need a little extra help or repairs." I explained she seemed to listen to every word. Her eyes softened too. Something about her makes me so comfortable like I can forget every problem I have. Dammit, William's lucky.

"I uhm.. I like your hair, my friend Cheryl Jo, her hair is red like yours too. Except hers is a little shorter." I said awkwardly, I think Evan is asleep or something. He's really quiet and not moving. His breath is a little shorter.

"You flatter me. So you're an engineer for robots? That must be interesting, you don't hear about that every day. What is it like?" Clara asked me.

"Are you going to let me geek out to you about robots? Because if you get me going I won't stop." I grinned brightly.

"I'm married to William, that already says a lot. I would love to hear you geek out about robots." Clara giggled, her nose scrunched up. If Evan wasn't laying on me I would be bouncing in my seat right now. I went on to rant to her about almost everything I learned about robots and what they could do, what's in them, how they are made, and what I think I could do for the future. I was talking so fast that I almost forgot to breathe.

"Dottie, can you get the kids and tell them dinner's ready." My mom said, wiping her hands together. I nodded, giving Evan back to Clara. He woke up instantly mind you. I got up from my seat and went upstairs.

They can't be far, so I check my room first... What the fuck. Michael was on my floor half-naked with Elizabeth and Daniel trying to shove my yellow floral white sundress over his head. He was yelling at them and trying to push them off but Daniel held down his arms and Elizabeth was solving his head through the dress. Daniel moved Michael's arms through the straps. I cleared my throat and leaned against the door. All of their heads turned towards me, surprised. Michael was beet red.

"Uh... Dinners ready."

I walked downstairs and waited for them to... stop whatever that was. I sat down in my seat with no comment. I want to unsee whatever I just saw immediately. William set the table with plates and asked what drinks we wanted. It feels weird to see him act so casually with my family, it feels weird to even see him in my home. To think my family and his never knew each other all this time. It was only him and I. He's so secretive I wonder why. He never told me about Clara or his kids. It could've been like Henry and I with Elle and the twins. Well, they're an odd bunch but still a presentable family those Aftons.

Speaking of which, Michael, Elizabeth, and Daniel came downstairs. The poor boy couldn't even make eye contact with me. Daniel took his seat next to me. Michael sat across from me. Clara was on my right and in front of her was William. Across from Daniel was Elizabeth, Evan sat next to his sister, Mom sat next to Daniel, and Dad sat in front of Mom.

My parents and the Aftons were telling stories or talking about what happened the other day that seemed so crazy. Evan was trying to get Elizabeth to eat her vegetables, he even held it to her mouth. She was stubborn, crossing her arms and pouting. Daniel was listening in on the parents' conversation. felt my foot get nudged. Fucking Michael. He was looking away listening to the parents talk. I stomped on his foot. His eyes became the sizes of dinner plates, he hit his chest with his fist and coughed violently.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Clara asked, leaning over the table.

"Yeah yeah... just went down the wrong pipe." Michael sipped his water awkwardly. Mom snickered at him and shook her head.

When he looked up he made eye contact with me and gave me a death glare. I smirked picking through my food. His foot hit mine again, I hit his shin with my leg. We were battling playing footsies under the table. Staring at each other and not breaking it. Daniel nudged my shoulder. I stopped. The parents were questioning why the table was moving. Michael kicked my ankle. I nodded my head towards the parents. We both looked at them, they were looking back at us. Michael and I quickly awkwardly took sips of our water not looking up.

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The loud and lively became cozy and quiet. Clara walked out with a sleeping Evan in her arms. Putting him in his car seat.

"Daniel! Come down here and say goodbye!"

"Bye!"

"That's not what I meant..." (Y/n) said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt her shoulder get lightly punched. Michael standing there with a smile. The annoyance of her little brother wore off.

"You leaving? I mean... you are leaving why wouldn't you be because your mom and little brother are in the car and-... I'm not making this better for myself." (Y/n) said, scratching the back of her neck shyly.

"Don't worry it's cute, I'm about to head off. I'll see you soon, right?" Michael asked looking away then back at her for a moment.

"Yeah.. yeah! Anytime besides when I'm working. Then again Will's the boss so maybe you can come when I'm working? I don't know, I'm bad at goodbyes." (Y/n) stammered awkwardly.

"Cool, cool" Michael laughed awkwardly. There was this tension between them. Vivian swung her arm around her daughter.

"We'll see you again, right Michael? You are welcome here anytime. You see... (Y/n)'s a bit of a loner-" Vivian whispered the last part behind her hand.

"Mom!" (Y/n) yelled, embarrassed pushing her mother off of her.

"I'm going to be bothering you guys all the time now, you sure you want that Mrs (L/n)?" Michael teased.

"Bring it on kid! And call me Vivian. Mrs. (L/n) makes me feel old." She said,

"Okay, well uh I should go to the car now. Bye and thank you!" Michael walked off waving a bit. Goodbyes were shared. Vivian went back to the kitchen to clean. (Y/n) sighed enjoying the moment of silence. William comes around with a sleeping Elizabeth in his arms. Stopping next to (Y/n) with a smile. She looked up at him surprised.

"I'll see you at work, I would love to hear about your new redesign for Trickster. We have a lot to go over, love." William said in his sultry accent.

"I can't wait, I have so much to talk about. I may need help to work on the blueprints and measurements. I'll see you till then, Will." (Y/n) said gently patting the sleeping girl in his arms. He nodded and took his leave.

Stephen (L/n), was in the backyard lighting a cigarette while the Aftons were leaving. Something was odd to him. Something didn't feel right about William. His guy screamed an icky feeling near him. He didn't like it, but he knew it was a move of a fool to find out what was wrong with William. He needs to know when is the right time to act and how to act. A puff of smoke soared up into the dark sky.

Cujo follows (Y/n) upstairs lazily through her night routine. She grabbed the phone and dialed a number. Cujo lay on her bed huffing and puffing.

"ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʏʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ."