#whiskey is not a responsible adult

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All Because I Fell: When The Fire Roars

Dew gets pissed off and makes a scene, (Y/N), Rain, and Mountain have to teach him a lesson, obviously?

Also, we get a glimpse into what happened when Swiss left the last chapter

HELLO ALL, I am indeed not dead, as you can see from what I’ve posted. As you very well know, I took a long break after Love Trope February, which I, unfortunately, did not finish because depression and school began to kick my ass at the end of February. This is partially why I also did not post for this last month. I have been very busy with school and moving to a new house, but I have been working on this chapter for the last month, I finished it today! I hope you guys enjoy (Y/N) putting our gremlin in his place, I am not extremely happy with it but I think it's good enough for you heathens

- Love Whiskey <3

Swiss POV:

As I make my way to my room, I let the frustration out as the door falls shut, slamming my fists against it, kicking and punching the hardwood. ‘Fucking hell, I shouldn’t be feeling like this; they love each other. I’m happy for them. I’m happy they're finally together! I’ve wanted them to get together for so long. Why the fuck am I fucking jealous. Neither of them wants me like that…they only love me as a best friend and nothing more, so why the fuck does it feel like my heart is breaking….’ I flop onto my bed and press my fists into my eyes as I spiral, trying to hold off the tears I feel burning behind my eyelids. But before I can stew for long, there's a knock at my door.

I sit up and grab my guitar to try to seem like I was making the excuse I had given, “Come in,” I call as I swipe dust and streaks from the surface. Aether, with a grumbling Dew over his shoulder followed by Rain, entered, “Hey, you seemed a little off. We wanted to make sure you were okay.” Aether offers as he tosses Dew onto my bed, who promptly gives a half-hearted hiss before stretching out as the others sit. “Yeah, I’m good. I just needed to clean my guitar since it was looking a little dingy.” I joke, trying to play off what had happened in the common room, “Yeah? Well, you do know you were quite literally reeking of jealousy whenever you looked at Mount and (Y/N), then guilt whenever you left, buddy. Don’t forget I can sense your feelings.” Aether says as he leans forward with a hard look, “Not to mention you barely ate this morning, which you never do unless you're sick.” Rain adds as Dew crawls into his lap, demanding head scratches. “Yeah, it's clearly nothing, dumbass. Even (Y/N) could tell something was up, so just spit it out.” Dew snarks, which gets him a clip to the ear from Rain, “It’s nothing really, just me being stupid, is all. I’m happy for them.” I say as I look down. 

“Swiss, I know you have feelings for (Y/N). It’s been clear since you two became friends.” Rain sighs as he grabs my leg. Shocked, I shot my head up; I thought I had hidden it. I was the attention whore of the band, sleeping with someone different almost every night, not staying tied to anyone except for my pack, Harlow, and (Y/N). “What?! You’re crazy. I don’t have feelings for (Y/N). They’re my best friend! Why would I try to get someone I supposedly have feelings for with someone else? Much less someone they were convinced didn’t like them back.” I try to glare at the Water ghoul to hide the embarrassment from my face. 

“Don’t try to deny it, dumbass. I’ve woken up to you wrapped up around them and then hissing or growling at me when I tried to join too many times for you to even try to deny it. Now stop lying and tell us the truth.” Dew says, rolling over to stare me in the eye as my ears flatten to my head.

“Swiss, we aren’t trying to interrogate or make you feel bad. We want to make you feel better, is all, or help however we can.” Aether, obviously trying to make me feel better, grabs my hand, but that makes me angry, “Well, you're doing a shit job of it, so what if I love them. Their in a happy relationship with someone they have wanted for goddamn years! I’m not going to fucking push myself onto them when I know they don’t like me the same, for Satan’s sake!” I snatch my hand away and stand up, my tail snapping in the air behind me in anger. “I want them to be happy, and if that means they're not with me, that's fine as long as I get to see them happy. We may believe in polyamory and shit, but humans don’t typically…and I’m not going to push myself onto them in that way if it means I ruin our friendship and make Mount hate me… it's not just (Y/N) I have feelings for anyway….” 

I trail off as I kick my dresser out of frustration, “Fuck! Why are emotions such a fucking bitch? I hate this. I hate feeling like this!” I shouted, punching the wall, “Why can’t I just be the way I was before I met them, fucking immune to feelings for fucking others and not caring who I fucked? I hate that. Satan fucking dammit!” I slam some random weird sculpture that came with the room to the floor before Aether comes up behind me and wraps his arms tightly around me, trapping my arms to my sides and stealing my vision with his Quintessence, “Let me go, Aeth! Lemme go!” I yell, squirming hard against his hold, “Rain.” is all he says, “Hell no, get away from me. I’m fine!” I kick back against Aether as Rain comes near, placing his hands on the sides of my face, and feel myself relax against my will as the larger ghoul gently places me on my bed. My vision is restored as I curl in on myself, my tail wrapped tightly around my arm.

“Swiss, you can’t help who you develop or have feelings for. It’s a natural thing. I know it hurts, but you don’t know they don’t care for you back. We all see the way (Y/N) looks at you. It’s the same way they look at Mountain. Hell, Mount looks at you the exact same way. You just don’t see it.” Aether says as he tugs me to lay on his lap, the other two joining the small pile, Rain’s face pressed into my neck, and the little Gremlin snuggled into my back, “Aether’s right. When you left, they both looked like kicked puppies and when you were spooning Mount, he looked just as happy as he did with (Y/N) in his lap.” Dew mumbles into my neck. Even though he’s an asshole, Dew wouldn’t lie about that, especially in this situation. 

I growl in frustration and hide my face in Rain’s hair, “You guys are just saying that to make me feel better.” I grumble, “No, I’ve walked into your room enough times while you two were hanging out. You would be sleeping in their lap, and (Y/N) would be just looking at you with this soft smile on their face, playing with your hair or rubbing your back; it was like seeing old mates curled up together. Then a couple times when I was bringing you and Mounty stuff during your heats and the way he would look at you, it was like you had hung the fucking moon and planted the first tree. Plus, in case you didn’t realize, he always seeks you out for his ruts. Yeah, he comes to the rest of us sometimes, but he always wants you if he can help it.” Rain says as he gently runs his claws up and down my arm. The bastard knows my fucking weaknesses. 

I can’t believe what I am hearing. I know Mount tends to hunt me down when his ruts start, but I always see him with Rain or Dew too. And (Y/N)...this can’t be true, can it? ”I..fucking shit, why must feelings be such a bitch?” I yawn, “You're telling me.” Dew agrees, “Now shut the fuck up so we can sleep. I ate too much breakfast and need a nap.” he mumbles into the back of my neck, making us all laugh. “All right, Little Comet, (Y/N) and Mounty went to see Sister about moving down here, and they’ll probably be asking for help soon, so short nap.” Aether agrees, laying back against the pillows and rearranging slightly so I’m more up on his chest, the other two begrudgingly adjust to the new positioning, but we soon fall into a pleasant unconsciousness. 

A Few Days Later

(Y/N) POV

Harlow and I were sitting on the couch in the practice room, watching as the band got ready for the tour that started in 2 months. We’ve already fallen into a pretty decent routine: wake up if it’s early enough, then we have morning sex, eat breakfast with the ghouls, go out and help in the garden for chores till lunch, eat in the ghoul den and hang out there for a little while till they have to go to practice, coming with so Mountain will actually go/because I’d have nothing else to do (usually dragging Harlow along if she’s done for the day) and listen while working on the timeline for the tour and setting up hotels along the way so we don’t have to spend as many days on the tour bus that isn’t needed, and other pit stops that fit in along the way, we’re stopping in London and Berlin for a few days between venues because we have a week between Rituals, and finally making sure we have enough supplies on the tour bus for travel days so we don’t starve, dehydrate, or die of boredom because an understimulated Dewdrop, Rain, Swiss, or I do not equal good times. I had been made into Copia’s assistant, to which Harlow was pissed because, in her words, it was “Leaving me with the Crotchety Old Plant Man (Primo)” even though I still come out and help as part of my chores in the morning. Mountain hasn’t changed his chores either, so he is still out there. 

But when Harlow bursts into laughter, I look up from the laptop I had been furiously typing on, “(Y/N) did you see that! Please tell me you did!” She giggles, hand over her mouth. “No, what happened?” I ask with a raised brow. “I…fucking Mountain launched a drumstick at Dew when he threw a pic at him, and now they're wrestling!” she cackles as she rolls on the couch. I now notice the playful growls and hisses coming from the stage. Looking up, I do indeed see a gangle of long limbs rolling across the stage with a Gremlin attached to one of said arms in what looks like not a very hard bite. I give in and start laughing too as I stand, carefully placing the laptop on the side table, and approach the stage, trying to seem serious, “Alright idiots, knock it off before you break something or each other.” I say, hands on my hips. The pair either didn’t notice or were ignoring me, to which I cock an eyebrow. 

Jumping on the stage, I carefully approach the pair where they had paused and are now wrestling, trying to pin the other. Waving Aether over to help, I carefully wait for Dew to become visible before quickly reaching down and scruffing him, yanking him from Mountain’s grasp and holding the Gremlin against me, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. At the same time, he flails as Aether hoists my Earth giant up and over his shoulder, hand planted purposefully on his ass, which he pats with a dramatic moan, “Ah, never will get tired of this ass. You may be built similarly, but you got a fatter ass than Dew, Mounty!” 

Both erupt in hisses and screeches of “Put me down, get your paws off my ass!” and “Take that back! That beanpole does not have more ass than me!”. It’s quite a funny sight because while Mountain can reach the ground with his arms, his legs thrash and almost hit Aether in the groin. “Nah, I think I’m keeping you right here. Swiss come, cop a feel. It’s so soft!” Aether teases which causes Mountain to thrash even harder as the Multi approaches with a shit-eating grin, carefully avoiding the legs. He manages to grab a cheek while making a loud clown horn noise, “Your right, very soft and squeezable. (Y/N), You lucky bastard!”. To which I wink at the ghoul with a smirk, finally releasing Dew as we both start to double over in laughter, “Did you just fucking honk my ass!?” Mountain screeches as he tries to swipe at the Multi.  Soon Aether finally relents, after letting the poor ghoul flail for another minute, and puts him down. Mountain scrambles away as soon as his feet hit the floor to hide behind his drumset with a hiss, ears flattened to his head as his tail flicks very irritably. All of us are rolling on the floor and respected stages with laughter. Even Copia is holding in his laughter poorly, trying to play the role of serious Papa. “Now ghouls, that was not nice! Even though our dear Mounty does indeed have a nice ass, it does not give you permission to ‘honk,” said ass.” Copia says, failing to keep a straight face, a wide smile creeping up. “Stop talking about my fucking ass!”, is screeched from behind the drumset, which set off everyone’s laughter again.

It takes a few minutes for everyone to stop laughing, but someone (Cumulus, Swiss, or Cirrus) catches a glimpse of a pouting Mountain and bursts into giggles, setting off everyone else. Eventually (Y/N) makes their way behind the drumset to their distressed lover, “Aww baby, did you get harassed?” the Sibling teases, which earns them a huff from the drummer, who turns away on his stool, “Oh, they were just playing, Sunflower, don’t get so pissy.” they tease again, wrapping their arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his neck. He tries but miserably fails to not react as his tail comes to wrap around their waist, and a happy chirp escapes the Earth ghoul. He turns around and promptly yanks his mate into his lap, hiding his face in their hair as they laugh, hand coming up and scratching behind his horns, earning a pleased trill. “Alright, my Tesoro's, sadly, as fun as this break was, we must continue. The tour is only 9 weeks away!” Papa calls, which earns a collective groan from everyone. Tensions had been high since the start of practice over 2 hours ago, this had been the first break since they started, and while it had helped everyone let out some stress, it was clear Dew was beginning to get ticked off.

Harlow leaves after another hour, saying she’s hungry and wants to grab food from the dining hall before it’s all gone, but she might join us in the ghoul dens later. Pressing a kiss to my cheek and blowing a kiss to the ghoulettes, Sunshine quickly breaks from the group to run over and tackle the Sister in a hug. Both are blushing when they break from the hug, staring at one another for a moment before Sunshine whispers something in Harlow’s ear before returning to the stage. I shoot her a grin, resulting in her flipping me off as she leaves. “Sunshine, please, we really need to focus,” Copia says, not meaning to come off harsh. Still, the ghoulettes head ducks, and it's clear she’s holding back tears for being barked at in front of everyone. Because even though Sunshine is known for not giving a fuck what anyone thinks and causing mischief with Dew and me, it's different when it’s typically sweet, patient Copia who is disappointed or upset with her. Dew’s ears are now flattened to his head in clear anger. He has been getting increasingly pissed since the break as Copia continually stops them whenever there is a mistake or makes them repeat a song if he thinks it wasn’t perfect enough. 

Soon though, Dew had had enough, it had passed the 4-hour mark at this point, and it was clear Copia had gotten on his last nerve. So when Copia yells at them to restart Kaisarion once again, no one is surprised when Dew yells, “I’m fucking done, fuck you rat bastard. I’m done for today, you’ve run us fucking ragged all fucking practice!” as he stomps and slams his guitars into its case and then stomps out of the practice room. I meet Rain's eyes, knowing we need to go calm him down.

 Copia was silent for a minute before he placed the microphone back on its stand, “I..guess that is the end of practice. I am sorry, my ghoulies, if I ran you too hard.” he apologizes as everyone starts to pack up, I come up to him and place my hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay Papa, your stressed but you have been a little hard on them today, I’m sure Dew will forgive you. He always does.” I offer a comforting smile and a light squeeze before turning to Rain, who's already near the door with Mountain, “I already told Aeth we had it handled, but Mountain said he wanted to help.” Rain says as we make our way back down to the ghoul den. It’s clear Dew had made his way through there, the scent of gasoline and burnt wood filling the space, along with his helmet that had been thrown onto the coffee table.

We reach his door, where we hear him stomping and slamming things. Rain opens the door first to inspect the damage. Mountain has his hand on my shoulder protectively. “Hey Dewy, it’s Rain, (Y/N), and Mount. We wanted to check on you.” Rain calls, and a pillow comes flying and smacks the wall next to Rain with enough force to knock a painting to the floor, “Get the fuck out! I’m fucking fine. Just leave me alone!” I hear Dew shout before I roll my eyes and push past the pair. Dew has never and would never hurt me; he’s said so himself. “Dew, your obviously not fine, your very clearly pissed the fuck off, and we both know when you get like this, being alone makes it worse now sit the fuck down, and we’re gonna talk about it,” I state. Folding my arms as he glares at me.

 His lips curled into a snarl, and it almost looked like fire was crackling in his red eye while the red inner part of his right eye had taken over more than it typically does when he’s this angry. I feel Mountain about to pull me away from him, but before he can, Dew huffs and plops on his bed with his knees to his chest, tail flicking angrily behind him. I smirk at the cute sight and walk over to him, sitting in front of him. Rain and Mountain soon join, “Okay, what pissed you off so badly, Dew? I know Copia was an ass today, but he’s always like this before the tour. What’s got you so wound up, Little Comet? You know you can talk to us.” I say, softly placing my hand on his knee. Dew glares at me but doesn’t pull away.

“I said fuck off, I’m fine. You three don’t need to come in and make a fucking fuss about me,” he growls, glancing back at the boys behind me. Sighing, “Dewy,” I start. The nickname earns a glare from the small ghoul, “Talk to me, or we will make you talk, Honeydew.” I tease, squeezing the thin thigh under my hand, earning a surprised chirp. It has become sort of routine with the other ghouls and me to hunt down the smallest ghoul whenever he explodes like this and let him either rant about his frustrations or, usually the go-to route, fuck him until all the anger has dissipated like a suffocated flame. “I…please (Y/N), I can’t,” Dew whines, reaching for me, mismatched eyes wide with need. I smile down at him, gently pulling his legs down and moving to straddle his lap, earning a soft whine from the little hybrid who tries to grip my hips. But Rain moves to quickly pin the wandering hands down next to his legs, “Good boys, don’t touch without permission Lionfish. You want us to make you feel better, right?” Rain says, condescension dripping from his lips. 

Dew whines again but nods, “Ye..yes, Rainy, please.” he squeaks out, squirming lightly underneath me. A sadistic grin spreads across the Water ghoul’s face, one that only tends to show whenever we’re taking care of the little Gremlin, “Already so needy, after the scene you caused, I’m not sure we should, do you Squirrely?” he asks, coming to sit behind the smaller male, pinning his hands behind his back. I tap my chin with fake consideration before an evil smile spreads, “I don’t think so, Lilypad. I think our Little Volcano needs to learn how to control himself.” I reply. Dew’s face falls at our decision, a cry of protest leaving the small ghoul as he squirms, “No! No, please, I’ll be good!” he whines. I grind down on the growing bulge in his uniform pants. The scantily concealing underwear I wore left few barriers between us, having felt needy since this morning and was hoping to catch Mountain in a moment where we could slip away to have some fun. 

Rain nuzzles into the smaller male's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin behind his ear. “Oh, Firefly, we know. But you made quite the scene today at practice because you couldn’t control your temper. You know what happens when you are bad, don’t you? Your Mommy and I have to teach you a lesson.” he growls, sinking his fangs into Dew’s neck, earning a mewling whine from the Fire ghoul. “Bu..but Copia was being a prick! He was pushing us all to practice, and I couldn’t help that I got pissed off! He was mean to Sunny!” he says breathlessly, leaning back into the Water ghoul. A deep rumble comes from behind me. Mountain had been so quiet that we had honestly forgotten he was there.

“Fire lily, be quiet and take what you’re given, or your punishment will come from me. You know what happens when I control your punishment, right?” Mountain growls, coming to sit beside me, glowering down at the trembling hybrid. Dew’s eyes widen at the threat. The last time Mountain had been in charge of punishing the Gremlin, he had been forced to cockwarm the Earth giant for hours, not allowed to cum, as he read a book about some music theory out loud. Repeatedly, Mountain would suddenly close the book and pound up into the little ghoul, making him nearly cry from the stimulation. But whenever he would get close, the drummer would stop, reopen the book to the last page, and continue as if nothing had happened. That possibly had been one of the worse punishments that Dewdrop had endured. “Yes, Sir, I’ll listen.” is what he finally decided to answer with, cheeks a fiery red at this point as Rain and I play with his lithe body; the former covering the thin neck with hickies and love bites while I am working his tight pants open, his erection pops out of the confines of his jeans, slapping against his clothes belly.

The guitarist lets out a whine, bucking up to try and gain the friction he so desperately craved. But I am sitting just far enough away that it doesn’t make contact. Instead, I condescendingly stroke his cheek before laying a sharp smack, earning a squeak from Dew, and lean to press my lips to the Water ghoul behind him. 

Mountain rumbles behind me, lips pressing against the claiming bite in my neck, making me shiver. Rain lets out a soft sigh, his cool lips matching the lazy pace of my own. Two large hands suddenly grip my hips, and a long torso presses against my back, “Such a needy thing. After all the trouble you gave us today, you thought we’d simply give you what you want, little Dahlia? No. My beautiful mate and our pretty Waterlily will give you the punishment you have to earn today while I watch.” 

Dewdrop lets out a whimper, “Ye…yes, sir” I can feel him squirming underneath me. He is already leaking where he has pressed between my shirt and his, a wonderful Water ghoul trait that has been leftover from his transformation. I run my fingers through the thick dark locks of the bassist before we finally separate, a thin strand of saliva still connecting us, which Rain licks into his mouth. “Good boy, Rainy. How about we get this little Fireball slightly more comfortable, hmm?” I suggest with a purr in my voice. 

The whine that escapes the hybrid between us is filled with need and desperation, it is almost painful, but Rain shushes him. The Water ghoul gets to work stripping the skinny male of his uniform button-down. At the same time, I yank the skintight jeans off his thin legs, making sure to press soft kisses into his thighs and calves as the skin is revealed. “Dew is so pretty, isn’t he, Rainy? So small and beautiful under us, that pretty blush makes him even more adorable.” I tease, running my nails over his tense stomach, making Dew whine. His hips buck up into nothing, “I agree, (Y/N), he is so exquisite, could almost say even delicate.” Rain muses where he had been steadily marking up Dew’s thin shoulders. His words make the little ghoul let out a loud keen. Mountain gives an approving rumble, “Such a ravishing ghoul, though he is quite needy, maybe you two should shut your needy boy up.” the Earth ghoul is leaning against the wall, unsubtly grabbing at his crotch where a quite large tent has appeared, pushing against the denim of his uniform pants. “I agree, my love, Rainy would you be a dear and shove these in his mouth” Thankful that I had decided to wear a skirt today, this being a rare feminine day, instead of my normal pants, I pull off my already wet panties and hand them to the smirking Water ghoul, “Of course, darling, our little slut is making way to much noise,” he says before shoving the fabric into the Fire ghoul’s mouth. 

As the taste of my wetness from the panties hits his tongue, Dew lets out a muffled moan, eyes rolling back slightly, and it even seems as if he is sucking on the fabric. Frowning, I slap his cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark, “Ah ah, none of that. You haven’t earned to taste me yet. You’re lucky I let you have those. I could have just had Mounty rip your shirt and use that. Be a good boy now.” Dew mewls but nods, and a garbled “Yes, Mommy” is heard through the fabric. Rain lets out a pleased trill, “There’s a good boy. Now, (Y/N) darling, what do you think we should do to him first. Spank him? Edge him? Tie a vibrator to his cock and make him cum until he cries? Oh, I got it! Why don’t we sit him in Mounty’s lap and keep his cock warm while we make him watch, not allowed to touch, as I make you cum?” Rain purrs, nipping the hybrid's neck. Dew whimpers at the suggestions, not wanting to go without being touched for much longer. 

“Oh, Rainy, those are such lovely ideas!” I giggle, trailing my nails down the delicate chest in front of me, tweaking his pierced nipple, “What do you think, my love? Do you like the idea of our Gremlin keeping you nice and warm while our Waterlily makes me cum, and gets me nice and stretched for you? Then maybe later, Dew will have earned his orgasm?” I say, batting my eyelashes at my mate. Mountain ponders for a moment before a sadistic grin spreads across his face, “Mmm, I love the way that beautiful mind thinks. But I do have a suggestion.” he says, undoing the laces of his pants and pulling out his large, already leaking cock, precum dripping down the red tip, “What is it, Mount?” Rain asks, fingers fidgeting with the metal rings laced through Dew’s nipples, “Why don’t you turn that pretty little ass red then you stretch him for me. Even though he’s been bad, we don’t want our Gremlin to get too hurt, do we?” he suggests, me and Rain nod, “Get that special little ring Aether bought you, Rain, and edge him as you stretch that little hole too. Don’t need our Firelily cumming without permission because he can’t control himself.” Mountain rumbles, hand slowly stroking over his length.

Rain and I look at each other with equally feral smiles, “I truly love you, my Hedera. Always have such amazing ideas. Rainy, be a darling and gather the things. I’ll get our sweet Gremlin started.” I press a kiss to the Water ghoul’s cheek as he slips from behind Dewdrop, going to his closet to gather the toys while also shucking off his clothes at the same time. The guitarist is staring up at me with big eyes, teeth clenched into the panties still in his mouth. Carefully moving so I’m next to him, I beckon him with a finger, “Lay across my lap, Dewdrop, ass up” I pat my thighs. Mountain had grabbed the bottle of lube that Dew kept under his pillow and set it next to me. The lithe ghoul whimpers but does as he’s told, crawling towards me and laying his hips across my legs, ass propped up against my right thigh, face buried in the sheets to hide the burning flush of his face. Tsking, I lace my fingers in the long white-blond hair and pull his head up, earning a whining moan, “Ah ah, you know better than to try to hide from me,” I scold, tightening the grip on his hair, making him whimper, “Now, you are going to get as many smacks as I see fit, for now, I’m thinking 25, and you’re going to count each one and thank me, understand?” I ask. Dew goes to nod his head, but my grip on his hair doesn’t allow for it, “Words, Dewdrop, do you understand?” I repeat, yanking the panties out of his mouth. “Ye..yes sir, I understand.” he whimpers out, hips bucking against my leg.

Rolling my eyes, I release his hair, making the small ghoul’s face fall straight into the mattress, turning his head so he isn’t muffled. Rain comes back, laying a small bullet vibrator and cockring on the bed next to me, “I believe this is what we need for now,” he glances down between my legs with a smirk, “He’s already leaking, what a needy slut. We have barely even touched you yet.” he teases, stroking a hand up the hybrid’s back. Dew’s cock kicks against my thigh, and this is when I decide to lay the first smack. The small male yelps, “On..one, thank you, Mommy!” he whines, smirking. I quickly smack the other cheek. Dew does as he was ordered each time, counting and thanking me after each one. I had covered his entire ass in red handprints by the time we reached 15.

The poor ghoul was drooling at this point, eyes glassy and cock kicking with every smack, I can feel the precum soaking into the inside of my pants. “Such as good boy so far, only 10 more.” I smooth a hand across the burning flesh, making him whimper, “Good to keep going, or should I switch to this needy hole that has been begging for my attention for a little bit?” I offer, knowing that while Dew is a masochist, he sometimes needs breaks when he gets this needy. The Fire ghoul shakes his head, “N...no mommy, please keep going. I’m okay.” he begs, wiggling his hips. Chuckling I rake my nails across the sensitive skin, earning a squeal from the ghoul, “That’s my pain slut, always wanting more even when you’re ass is redder. Than. Hellfire.” I annunciate the last three words with harsh smacks, one after the other, in the same spot. Dew lets out a pained moan. I feel his cock kick hard, and a spurt of pre land on my leg, “16, 17, 18; thank you, Mommy!” he whines. 

I can see Rain in Mountain’s lap out of the corner of my eye, the pair locked in a heated makeout session, the Water ghoul’s hand moving as he strokes my mate's cock while Mountain has two fingers buried inside the slick-drenched hole of the bassist. I switch hands after we reach 20, my dominant hand growing tingly and sore after delivering so many hard blows. Once we reach the last 3, I smooth a hand up Dew’s back, “These will be the hardest. I want you to not make a sound other than to count and say thank you, think you can do it for me?” I ask, giving the lithe male a moment to process and answer. It takes him a moment, but Dew nods, “Yes sir, I can.” he says, taking a deep breath and laying his head against the sheets, arching his back up so I have more access. 

Slowly running my hand over the reddened flesh, I lift my hand and slap it down as hard as possible, the skin of my palm stinging from the force. I hear Dew choke down a whimper. I give him a slight small pass for it, knowing how hard it was, “22, thank you, Mommy”, I repeat the process, gently rubbing the irritated skin before bringing my hand down hard, “23, tha…thank you mommy” I can hear the tears in his voice, loud whines come from the Rain next to me. For the next one, I switched to the other cheek, but this time I didn’t give the Fire ghoul the comfort of softness before I let my hand swing down. The surprised squeak he let out made me sigh, “That is your one pass. Next time you make a noise, it’s another 10.” Dew whimpers, “Yes sir, thank you” I do the same action, simply striking his asscheek hard with no warning. I assume he had bitten his lip from the hiss I heard, “24, thank you, Mommy.” I smirk, raking my nails over the flesh, which makes his hips jerk, “Last one, Honeydew” I feel his cock twitch against my thigh, precum having soaked through the fabric of my skirt already. I look over the bright red flesh in front of me, picking out the spot I know will be the sorest, right on the back of his thigh where I had focused a majority of the hits previously. I slowly lift my hand before quickly letting it hit, the last slap echoing through the quiet room. Even Rain whimpers at the sound of the hit. 

Dew had bitten into the sheets to keep from crying out. I watch as his shoulders heave with the effort of not making any sound. “25, tha..tha…thank you, Mommy,” he chokes out, a huge spurt of pre drips down onto the bed, down my thigh. I smile down at the Gremlin, thin hips trembling from how turned on he is and from the pain he was just put through, “Such a good boy, did so well for me. Look at how much Rainy and Mountain enjoyed it” I thread my fingers through his hair again, tugging him up so his eyes can meet the two ghouls across the bed. Mountain now has 4 fingers buried in the skinny bassist as filthy whines and moans come from Rain. 

“Isn’t he so pretty, Dew? Taking Mountain’s fingers so well, do you want that baby?” I whisper in his ear, watching his tail flick in interest. “Ye..yes, please, I want that.” he whimpers, arching his ass up toward me. I grin, watching his tail lift to expose the hole I knew was already dripping in slick, “Oh, Dewy baby, already soaked for me, hmm? Since Mounty is busy, I will have fun with this pretty little hole?” I tease, dragging a finger against the sloppy hole, making him mewl as he tries to arch back against it, “So needy for me, hmm.” I easily slip two fingers in, curling them against the velvety walls. The moan that escapes the hybrid is sinful and damn filthy enough to make even Lucifer blush. I continue to coo at the now squirming male, “Aww Fire Poppy, does it feel good? Having my fingers inside you while you watch your friend get fingered by my mate?” Mountain groans as he hears my words, hips bucking into Rain’s hands. With a growl, he pulls his fingers out of the lithe ghoul, who whines in protest, but when he lifts him up and spears Rain on his cock, it makes the Water ghoul moan loudly. “They’re both needy things, but at least our Water lily is a good boy, right Bluebonnet?” Mountain grunts, bouncing the bassist in his lap.

Dew whines as I brush against his prostate, “I agree. Rain is always such a good boy for us, unlike our Gremlin here. Can’t go one week without needing a punishment, can you, you little slut. Because you know that you’ll get either this pretty ass fucked or your needy cock wet, always needing your mommy, daddy, or Sir to put you in your place.” I tease into his ear, “But…like Sir said, can’t have you cumming without permission. Grab that ring Rainy got for you, please.” I thrust harder inside him, watching Dew’s fingers claw at the sheets, his moans getting louder as he shakily reaches for the cockring. Carefully slipping it down his throbbing length, Dew whimpers as it squeezes his base, “Such a good boy. Maybe once I’m inside you, you’ll be allowed to cum” Rain mewls, clinging to my mate’s shoulders as Mountain uses him like a fleshlight, fucking the lithe ghoul on his cock. I slip 3rd finger in, stretching the tight walls around them further. The stretch makes the hybrid keen, back arching to try and get my fingers in deeper, “Oh, would you look at that? He can’t get enough. My love, why don’t you turn our sweet Water lily around, and this slut can make him feel even better while I get my special toy he loves so much?” I suggest, trailing my nails down Dew’s back before laying a smack to a red cheek.

Mountain grins as he gently lifts Rain off, whose whine of protest turns into a loud cry as the larger ghoul quickly turns him around to face us and slips back in with one smooth thrust. Dew whimpers at the sight, panting with need and cock twitching in anticipation. I smooth a hand over his back, making the little ghoul arch into my touch, “Be a good boy and go wrap that pretty mouth around Rainy’s dick. You know how much he loves that hot mouth of yours” I give him a swat on the thigh as I roll off the bed. Within seconds I hear the Water ghoul moan and a wet slurping noise, smirking as I lean down to rummage through the box in the closet that holds Dew’s special toys. I quickly find what I’m looking for, a 7 and ½ inch dildo and its strap-on harness, turning back to the bed, the sight I find is possibly one of the most erotic I have ever witnessed. Dew, ass up with 3 of Mountain’s fingers buried inside him as he bobs his head on Rain, who is being fucking into by my mate because he has gone boneless at this point, knees spread and held bent to his chest by Mountain as he appears to be whispering things into his ear.

Sliding up behind Dewdrop after slipping the harness on and buckling it around my hips, I run my fingers down his spine until it meets my mate’s fingers, smiling at him, “Why don’t you let me give our little gremlin a reward for taking his punishment so well?” the large Earth ghoul nods with a feral grin, “As long as he keeps making our Lotus clench the way he is, I suppose that is alright.” the tone he has is condescending as he pulls his fingers from the Fire ghoul. Dew immediately whines at the loss, but I shush him by pushing the head of the dildo against his winking hole, “Quiet, Little Comet, I’ll give you what you want. Just keep your mouth on Rain’s pretty cock for us. I think he’s already about to cum” I tell him. The Water ghoul does indeed already look near his release, face flushed a deep indigo at this point, mouth open as he whines and moans, “Da..daddy, please may I cum, please.” he begs. Mountain freezes for a moment before letting out a deep snarl, a large hand flying up to wrap around the bassist’s throat, “Cum for me, Hyacinth, fill the brat’s mouth” Rain keen, body thrashing as he cums. Dew doesn’t stop, desperately sucking harder to milk him for all he has as Mountain seems to slam even harder up into the lithe ghoul. The poor thing is near screaming as he’s overstimulated by the pair. 

Taking the moment to slide home into Dew, giving Rain peace from the vacuum seal of the Fire ghoul’s mouth as he moans, being filled so suddenly and without warning. I watch Dew’s thighs tremble, “There we go, got you nice and full, hmm? Look up at Rain while I fuck you; watch his face as my mate knots him.” I slap his sensitive ass, making him jump. Slowly withdrawing my silicone cock, Dew keens around the Water ghoul’s cock, letting it slip from his mouth as his head falls between Rain’s thighs, staring up as instructed before I push back in. Starting with a slow, teasing pace, after all, the Gremlin doesn’t deserve to get everything he wants all at once, Mountain lets out a growling moan as his knot slams home in a now limp Rain, the smaller’s eyes droopy and a fucked out look on his face, mouth open in a silent scream as the large knot fills him. 

Dew mewls, the fake cock inside him rubbing all the sensitive places so gently, driving him mad, “Pl..please, mommy, faster. I’ve been so good, please,” he whines, looking back over his shoulder with teary eyes. The desperation and neediness in his tone made my stomach flip. I sigh and gently rub his ass, “I suppose you have been good, but you can’t expect me to do all the work, hmm? Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need as I fill you” I wrap his tail around my hand and tug him back, making the dildo thrust inside him harder. The Fire ghoul moans, shifting his legs so he can have a better stance, then he starts to fuck back onto me, the small amount of ass he has jiggling from the force he is putting into it. I groan, watching him desperately trying to work the cock as deep inside him as possible, as hard as possible; deciding to be a little more merciful, I meet his thrusts halfway, yanking his tail as he comes back so he slams hard against my pelvis. All of this drives the small ghoul to collapse into bed, ass solely held up by my grip on his hip and tail, “Fu..fuck mommy, feels so good. Pl..please, I need more, please may I touch myself” he whimpers out, clenching down on my cock. 

I think momentarily before looking up at Rain and Mountain, “What do you two think? Has our Gremlin earned to touch himself, or should I make him cum untouched?” Rain purrs, the Earth ghoul has been petting through his hair and along his body for a few minutes, so his brain is a little hazy, but he nods, “He’s been good, made me cum so hard.” Mountain thinks for a minute, “I have a better idea, why don’t we have our sweet Raincloud here use his cock how he pleases. Afterall, he’s been the one putting up with the brat’s shit all week, I think he deserves a reward.” he suggests, stroking the skinny thighs of the ghoul in his lap. I grin at the idea, “I love it, what do you think Rainy baby, do you wanna play with our little Fire Poppy?” I tease him, hips still rocking into the whining ghoul under me. I can practically feel his cock kick at the thought of the taller male using him. Blue eyes close as he thinks, head leaned back against my mate's broad shoulder. 

A minute later he looks back at us with a wide smile, “I like it, I can do whatever I want right?” he asks shyly, the indigo flush back on his cheeks. I nod, “Whatever you’d like, he’s your little playtoy Rainy, take your pleasure, love” I slap the Fire ghoul’s ass, who jumps and whines, eyes meeting his friends, “Ple..please, Rainy, use me. Need you, please, I’ll be a good boy!” he whimpers out.

The Water ghoul blinks owlishly at him before a slow smile spreads across his lips, “Hmm, I think I like the idea of that. (Y/N), love, can you arch his hips up a little more. I think I want a taste of his pretty, little cock” he purrs, crawling forward off of Mountain’s lap, the Earth ghoul’s cock slipping out of him with a slick sound. I nod, yanking Dew’s tail so his back is even more arched, making enough room for the Water ghoul to slip underneath. Rain approaches like a predator, eyes locked on the smaller ghoul, who whimpers as he watches him move closer. 

Once Rain is within reach of Dew, he trails his claws down his sides and over a thin hip, teasing the sensitive base of his tail, “So pathetic when he’s like this. He’ll let us do anything we want to him as long as he gets some sort of pleasure. What a good little fuck toy you are, Dewy love.” he purr, to which the smaller nods spastically. I slowed my thrusts as Rain toyed with his packmate, running his claws all over his oversensitive body before he finally grew bored and lay down, slipping under Dew’s stomach, slipping the cockring off before moving to take his throbbing, red cock into his mouth. Dew keens as his dick is suddenly surrounded by the cool, wet mouth. Taking this time to start back up my pace, making the little ghoul screech as his brain gets intensely overwhelmed, body writhing in pleasure as I fuck him and Rain deepthroats him. 

Knowing this will be what sends the guitarist over the edge, I lean over and whisper in his ear, “You know what Rain wants, give him your cum, Fire Poppy, give my Rainbow what he wants” Rain seems to understand what I’m saying because he starts to bob his head in time with my thrusts, This was the undoing of Dewdrop, letting out a wail as his body convulses, cumming hard into the Water ghoul’s mouth, who happily swallows as much as he can, purring loudly as he milks Dew for everything he has. Yet even as Rain pulls off and moves to yank the Fire ghoul into a filthy kiss, feeding him his own cum, I simply keep going. Speeding up, I am now pounding the writhing male into the mattress, determined to wring at least one more orgasm from him before I’m done. Rain holds him still enough, so I don’t have to worry about pinning him. 

I glance up to meet my mate's eyes; Mountain is quickly stroking his cock, hard once more from the scene in front of him, those forest green eyes now dark like midnight with lust. It makes my stomach fill with heat, I may not be gaining physical pleasure from fucking the little ghoul, but the fact I’m impressing my mate while also breaking the most hardheaded of the pack fills me with euphoria. Dew begs, “T..too much, go..gonna cum again. Please, it hurts! Mommy it’s too much!” yet he fucks back onto me, hands clinging to the Water ghoul in front of him. I know he’s already rehardening if the way he’s clenching on my cock says anything. I simply lay over his back, hitting even deeper than before. Dew sobs as I reach further inside him. His body is boneless as he begs for more and to stop filling the air, “Cum for me one more time, sweetheart. That’s all I want. I wanna make you cum one more time, fill that pretty little head with nothing but pleasure and my cock. Be a good boy and cum for me again. I know you can do it for me.” I coo in his ear, reaching a hand under him to stroke his length. 

He sobs uncontrollably into Rain’s lap, body bouncing with the force of my thrusts. Stroking him from root to tip, making sure to swipe my thumb over the sensitive head, I can practically feel his orgasm building. I shift my hips slightly so now I am railing right into his prostate, it only takes a few hard thrusts before Dew suddenly arches his back and lets out a shrill scream, cumming all over my fingers. I fuck him through his orgasm until the skinny ghoul is a babbling mess, no longer able to form words outside of please and too much. 

I rock a few more times into him before gently pulling out of the wrecked male. He collapses into the bed as he sobs into Rain’s lap. I know we overworked him a bit, but thankfully Dew loves overstimulation, and being used like this, we’ve gone much further. I quickly unbuckle the harness and toss it onto the other side of the bed, then I gently gather the still sobbing ghoul in my arms, “Hey, hey. I have you, Dewy, shh. It’s okay. Do you need anything?” I whisper to him, shushing his sobs and rubbing his back as he clings tightly to my shirt. He shakes his head before he buries his face into my chest. I look over at Rain, “Get the basket and grab a bottle of water and some of that lemonade he likes,” I ask. Rain nods and gets up, scrambling out the door to gather the requested items. I look over at Mountain, who is cleaning his spilled cum from his stomach with a tissue, “Can you go run the bath, Sodo temp for now? We’ll get cleaned up once he’s calmed down more.” My mate nods, getting up and moving to the bathroom, I can hear the water turn on after a minute. 

Scooching back so I’m sat against the pillows, cradling the small ghoul to my chin while rubbing his back, cooing praise to help bring him back to Earth. “You did so well Fire Poppy, I’m so proud of you. Could never ask for a better ghoul, my good sweet boy,” I whisper into Dew’s ear, kissing his cheeks and forehead. Soon enough, the sobs become sniffles and hiccups as he calms down. His tail is wrapped around my thigh as he snuggles closer, whimpering whenever I move my hand anywhere away from him. Rain comes back into the room just as Dew’s tears finally stop. Sad hiccups are all that remain, holding the aftercare basket with the big travel mug purchased for the Gremlin on top, practically indestructible in its stainless steel exterior with a metal straw and isolated interior. “He seems better,” Rain observes as he crawls onto the bed, “Hey Tadpole, you thirsty? It’s your favorite” He offers the cup to his packmate. Dew glances over at him and grabs the cup, practically gulping down the lemonade as quickly as possible, “Dewy, slow down sweetheart, you’ll give yourself a tummy ache” I laugh, petting through his hair; following instructions, he swallows a little slower but still quickly drains the cup.

“Now, what do you say?” I coax him when he’s this far into subspace, sometimes Dew has to be reminded of his manners, but that’s also normal Dew behavior. Flushing as he looks at the Water ghoul, “Thank you, Rainy,” he mumbles, accepting it for the best he’ll get right now. Rain smiles and opens his arms in a silent offer for a hug, to which the Fire ghoul jumps into his arms with a trill, nuzzling his face into his mate’s neck. At this point, Mountain comes out to tell us that the bath is ready, looking over at the two, “Hey, do you wanna stay with just Rainy, or do you want Sir and I to stay, baby?” I ask as I pet Dew’s thigh. He looks between Rain and me, thinking for a moment, before pointing to me. Smiling, I nod and move off the bed, “Why don’t you go with Mounty and Rainy and have your bath,” Dew whimpers at the prospect of being separated from me, “Ah ah, let me finish, love. While I get the bed nice and clean with some warm, fresh sheets, blankets, and pajamas, then get you some food and more lemonade. Then we can pile up and snuggle our good boy. Would you like that?” I ask. The little ghoul nods, “Yes, please...can I have some of that meat you made the other day, please.” he asks softly, hiding embarrassedly in Rain’s neck, I smile even wider, “Of course, Fire Poppy, I’ll get that heated up for you. Now go with Rainy and Mounty so they can get you nice and clean so you can eat” I place a kiss on his forehead as Mountain comes over and scoops him up, prompting a little yelp, and carries him off to the steaming bathroom with Rain skittering behind.

Chuckling as the last of the three closed the door, I moved to strip the bed. Tossing all the dirties sheets, furs, and blankets into the laundry hamper, thankfully empty, before taking them downstairs to the laundry room and setting them to wash since the boys will likely take a while to clean each other up. Taking the little bit of time, I had to myself, I jumped in the shower in mine and Mountain’s room for a quick rinse, planning on showering better later or tomorrow before leaving to the kitchen to prepare Dew’s requested food, heating up the meat of the birria before making him 5 tacos loaded with cheese, onion, and cilantro, also making some for my two other boys since I have a feeling they’ll be hungry too. Once I finish with the food, I take it into the bedroom and place it on the side table; once I clean off the toys and lube, I toss the latter into the drawer and take the other to clean in the bathroom. Once done, I finish the laundry, and just as I’m putting it back on the bed, Aether helping since I had run into him on the way down and asked both if he’d like to join us and to help me with the sheets, the boys finally emerge from the bathroom. All wrinkly and giggly with pink cheeks that I guess are not just from the steam. 

After they get clothed, we all settle into the bed, Aether cuddling Rain and Sodo to his chest while I curl up with my mate, “Well, this went a lot better than I expected.” I murmur to him, watching the boys laugh and snuggle close. Mountain rumbles his agreement as he nuzzles into my hair, “You do so good with him…it was nice to see dominate (Y/N) out for a change,” he teases, nipping my earlobe. I giggle and smack his chest, “None of that, we just fucked for two hours and I’m sure you boys got up to no good in the bath if the hickies on your neck say anything. Save it for tomorrow,” I tease back. The large ghoul growls lowly in the back of his throat, “My rut is starting soon, so I hope you realize what you’ve signed up for,” he whispers into my ear, digging his claws into my thighs. I squeak, looking up at him, shocked, wetness starting to leak at the thought. “Of course, always ready for my Daddy,” I whisper. 

[noirandchocolate]

I’m drunk and she went to bed because she has to get up SO EARLY for WORK because UGH but I need you all to know:

I love BAST. She is my girlfriend and I love her thanks autocorrect for fixing aaaaallllllll my typos Bast is BEAUTIFUL and SMART and she has so much talent for many things like ART and makes me HAPPY!!!!!!! She cooks for me and I make her lunch we went out for ramen on Saturday

Everyone should have girlfriend like Bast she has blue eyes and pretty hair and tells me about artists and FACTS about things and shows me only the good tiktoks of birds and memes. She says I’m smart!!!! She said it just now I try to be and everyone should have a girl who listens when they talk about law or things they do at work and interests.

I love Bast. She is @purpledemoncat and @purpledemonart for ART go look she draws many things she is good at the forms and COLORS LOOK AT IT PLS

I love her.

[scatcrccio]

oh you KNOW i adore your nat portrayal and appreciate you always entertaining all my silly tai + nat thoughts <3 in this fandom where adult nat does not get enough credit, you give her the love she deserves, and it makes me so happy to see!!

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

WELL, DAMN CJ !!! seriously, thank you! because i truly do admire you (mostly from afar), so this means a lot to me, coming from you. we definitely need more tainat things between the two of us but it's always so wonderful seeing you on my dash. you dive into all of the nitty gritty bits of taissa that makes my heart flutter, seriously! every script post and deep-sea diving into who she is on things i never even considered. i love it so much! & thank you for helping in keeping this fandom alive!

[shadowtagg]

Sometimes drinking is the answer

[queenshelby]

Uncle Tommy (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Niece Reader

Warning: Smut, Incest, Taboo Relations, DDLG, Dub-Con

And yes, this was a request! Please comment and engage!

It was during the month of August that you moved back to Birmingham after having spent almost twelve years travelling with your mother Esma after your father died and whilst your mother disliked the idea, you were eighteen now and to put it bluntly, you were no longer a child and had to make your own decisions.

Your mother had met and married another man a few years ago, and you had no desire to be a burden on their newfound happiness so, when your Aunt Polly suggested for you to move in with either her or your Uncle Tommy, you were grateful for the opportunity.

Your Uncle Tommy had horses and you had always loved the idea of working with them, so it was an easy decision to move in with him. Your Uncle Tommy had a new wife. She was his third wife and whilst you thought that living with a man like him and his newfound love would be slightly awkward, you settled in easily. 

After a few days, you began to feel more comfortable in your new surroundings, enjoying your work with the horses and even though you had not seen your Uncle Tommy for over 12 years beforehand, he seemed genuinely happy to see you.

You came across as bright, intelligent and respectful and found yourself in your uncle's office quite often, helping him with paperwork and other business-related tasks. However, there was something peculiar about your Uncle Tommy. Something that made you feel slightly uncomfortable but also somewhat exited when he was around, although you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.

He was a mid-forty-year-old attractive man with a commanding presence, handsome, with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. You never remembered him like this from your childhood. Now he seemed to have acquired a distinguished elegance - a byproduct, perhaps, of his wealth and power.

It wasn’t just his looks, but also the way he carried himself. Confident, commanding, yet respectful. He treated you like an adult and didn’t hesitate to give you the responsibility you craved.

But then, occasionally, you felt as though he made some advances towards you which you were not sure whether or not you should reciprocate. He was your uncle after all. He was a married man, and you were in a relationship with a good young man who happened to be working in your uncle's factory. 

On occasion, your uncle would put a stray hand on your waist, his fingers lightly tracing your curves as he leaned in close to whisper something mundane, his warm breath tickling your ear in a way that made you shiver.

You would quicken your pace, eager to escape the alluring pull of his nearness and return to the comfort of your own room. However, sometimes, you got lost in the moment, in his mesmerizing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through you.

One evening, after a particularly long day of work with the horses, you found him in the study.

He was sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a pen in the other. His eyes were focused on some documents in front of him, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

"Uncle Tommy," you said softly, not wanting to disturb him.

He looked up, his gaze softening as he took in your appearance. You were wearing a simple dress that hugged your curves and showed off your legs. Your hair was loose around your shoulders, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks under his gaze.

"Come in, Love," he said, gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk. "What can I do for you?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I just wanted to talk to you about something," you said finally. "It's about James, the young man I am seeing," you told him, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.

"What about him?" your uncle asked , setting his glass aside and giving you his full attention. There was a hint of something in his tone that you couldn't quite place, but it made you feel slightly uneasy.

"Well," you began, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "I just wanted to let you know that we're getting serious. I think we might even get engaged soon which means that, maybe, I would be moving in with him."

Your uncle's expression didn't change, but you saw a flicker of something in his eyes that made you feel uncomfortable.

"Love, you are fucking 18 years old, " he said, his voice low and controlled. "You should not be making decisions like that yet," he said honestly as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as he looked at you thoughtfully.

"I respect your feelings for this young man," he said finally. "But I urge you to be careful, eh? Don't be a fool. You are a fucking Shelby and you  do not commit yourself to just anybody," your uncle said and you sat there in silence for a moment, digesting his words. You knew he was right, of course. You were young and had a whole life ahead of you. You should not make any rash decisions, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

"I understand Uncle Tommy, but I really love him,"  you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your uncle chuckled in response before leaning over the desk and caressing your cheek.  His touch was gentle, but the heat of it sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and danger at the same time.

"You are a beautiful young woman Y/N, " your uncle said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "And you deserve much better than a factory worker like him who seems to have no fucking aspirations to become anything more, eh," he added, his fingers tracing your jawline.

His fingers lingered longer than necessary, and you felt a strange heat spreading through your body. You knew you should pull away, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Instead, you felt yourself leaning into his touch, your heart racing as your mind filled with forbidden thoughts just before his wife walked into the study.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt," she said as she entered the room, her eyes flickering between you and your uncle.

Your uncle quickly withdrew his hand, his face becoming impassive as he greeted his wife with a warm smile.

"No, it's alright, love. Y/N and I were just having a discussion about her future," he said, his voice betraying no emotion.

You quickly stood up, eager to escape the tension in the room, but you took what your uncle had said to heart. You knew that he was right and, over the next few weeks, the relationship between you and James became strained.

A few weeks later...

It was around 10 o'clock when you heard a knock on the door of your bedroom. You were sitting on your bed, reading a book and trying to clear your mind. 

"Come in," you called out, setting your book aside and straightening your posture as the door opened and your uncle stepped inside.

He looked striking as ever, his hair perfectly styled and his suit tailored to perfection. His eyes scanned over you in a way that made you feel both excited and slightly uneasy.

"Uncle Tommy, what are you doing here?" you asked as he entered your bedroom, closing the door behind him, before sitting down by your side.

"I just came to check on you, Love," he said , eyes gleaming as he looked at your young and naive figure. "To see if you were doing alright," he continued, running his fingers ran through your hair. "Frances told me that you have been having some problems with this boy you were seeing," he then admitted  , with a hint of concern in his voice.

You couldn't help but feel grateful for the attention, and somehow, comforted. You thus sat up next to him, wearing nothing but your satin nightgown, confiding about what happened between you and James.

"We had a little argument because he wants things that I am not ready for, you know. So, I have distanced myself a little from him for now and it's really making me sad," you answered honestly, and your uncle nodded before resting his hand on your bare thigh. 

Your uncle's touch sent a jolt of pleasure throughout your body, his skin was warm and rough, you leaned in slightly towards him, letting out a soft sigh.

"Well, I told you before Love, you deserve better than a boy like James fucking McFallon, eh," your uncle said with a gentle voice, running his fingers up your thigh, causing you to shiver.

"Now, tell me though Sweetheart, he didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do, did he? Because if he has, then I will need to deal with him,"  Thomas said, his voice a low growl.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety in your uncle's presence. You knew that he would always be there for you and protect you from anything that could harm you.

"No, he didn't. I just didn't want to take the next step with him yet," you said softly, looking up at your uncle.

His fingers were still tracing their way up your thigh, sending tingles throughout your body.

"And he hasn't touched you in any placed you didn't want to be touched, has he?"  Thomas asked, looking into your eyes with that piercing blue gaze.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, in your rather naive mind, causing your uncle to chuckle.

"I mean, he hasn't touched you down here without your consent , has he?" Thomas clarified, his hand vaguely brushing over your clothed sex.

You felt a sudden heat rising to your cheeks as your uncle's words finally sunk in.

"No, he hasn't. I wouldn't allow it," you said, but your voice wavered slightly, giving away your uncertainty as your uncle's eyes gleamed as he nodded his head, pleased with your answer.

"Good, because if he had touched you right there without your consent, then would have had no choice but to fucking cut him, eh?"  Thomas said, as he gently caressed your cheek with one hand while rubbing his fingers over your panties with the other, before pulling the fabric to the side. 

You froze almost immediately , tensing up as you tried to comprehend what your uncle was doing.

"Uncle Tommy, you shouldn't touch me down there, I think," you stammered while, at the same time, inadvertently spreading your legs.

"You are right Love, I probably shouldn't. But doesn't it feel nice when I touch you there?" Thomas whispered as you rubbed his thumb over your clit, creating a strange wetness between your folds.

"It feels really weird, Uncle Tommy," you moaned as your uncle started to move his thumb in a circular motion, building up a strange and unfamiliar ache in your lower belly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Thomas asked, his voice husky and full of desire as he slowed down his movements, waiting for your answer.

"No, don't stop," you panted , your body coming alive under his touch.

Thomas smiled and resumed his previous pace while feeling himself grow hard beneath the confides of his pants.

"Do you think I could have a closer look at your treasure, Sweetheart? I would love to see that beautiful little hole of yours now, because it is getting so nice and wet for me,"  your uncle whispered in your ear while slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

"Uncle Tommy, I don't know if that's a good idea," you said, gasping slightly as you felt your uncle's fingers touch your intimate areas.

"I promise, Love, I will make you feel really nice down there," Thomas reassured you, sliding his index finger over your wet folds. 

"Okay , but just this once," you agreed, reluctantly but with a hint of curiosity in your voice.

"Good girl. Why don't you lie down for me , Love?" Thomas suggested, removing his index finger from your wetness and giving you a soft pat on your bottom, encouraging you to lie back down on the bed.

You didn't resist and followed your uncle's instructions, biting your lip as he slipped off your panties, leaving you bare before him.

Thomas couldn't help but admire the sight of your body laid out before him. Your legs were slightly parted, giving him a glimpse of your beautiful, wet sex. Without warning, he then spread your labia open with his fingers, exposing your clit and inner folds.

"Such a beautiful sight, eh" Thomas whispered while gently tracing your folds with his index finger, causing you to shiver at the touch.

"You are simply stunning, Love," Thomas continued, awe in his voice as he leaned down to get a closer look.

"Have you ever put your fingers inside your little tressure box here?"  Thomas asked, his voice low and deep as he gently circled your clit with his thumb.

"No, I don't think I have," you replied, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves as your uncle asked you such a personal question.

"Would you like me to be the first one to do it?" Thomas asked, his eyes gleaming with desire.

"I-I don't know," you stammered, feeling yourself flush at the thought. "Is it going to hurt?" you asked, biting your lip as your uncle's fingers continued to explore your wet sex.

"Only for a moment, Sweetheart. But I promise, it will feel so good after that," Thomas reassured you, before slowly and gently running his index finger over your wet sex again. 

"Okay , let's try it," you agreed, feeling yourself getting more and more aroused by your uncle's actions and words.

Thomas couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as, very carefully, he pushed his index finger inside your tight sex, feeling your inner walls clench around it.

You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, as your uncle's finger penetrated you for the first time. It felt strange and unfamiliar, but also incredibly pleasurable.

"How does it feel, Love?" Thomas asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"It feels...weird, but also kind of nice," you replied, finding it hard to put your feelings into words.

"Good, that's great Love," Thomas praised you, as a proud smile appeared on his face. "Now, I want you to relax and breathe deeply while I move my finger inside of you, okay?"

You nodded eagerly, taking deep breaths as your uncle slowly moved his finger in and out of your sex. It was an odd sensation, but also incredibly arousing.

You couldn't believe what was happening in this moment, but at the same time, you couldn't deny that it felt incredible. Thomas's fingers were now exploring every inch of your wet sex, causing you to moan and writhe in pleasure beneath him.

"You're so fucking tight, Love," Thomas groaned, as his finger moved deeper inside of you. "But I think I can get a second finger inside without breaking your barrier," he said tentatively  , looking deep into your eyes for consent.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but you also couldn't deny the arousal that was building up inside of you. You nodded your head in agreement, and Thomas slowly slid in a second finger, causing you to gasp at the feeling of being stretched.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Just relax and breathe," Thomas whispered softly in your ear, as he continued to move his fingers in and out of your wet sex.

The feeling was still strange and unfamiliar, but the pleasure that accompanied it quickly overshadowed any discomfort you might have felt earlier. Your breathing became heavier and more ragged as your uncle's fingers continued their slow, teasing movements.

Thomas could feel your body tensing up beneath his touch, so he leaned down to whisper in your ear once more, "You're doing great, Love. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

He moved his fingers slowly at first, allowing you to get used to the sensation of being penetrated in this way. He could feel your tight walls gripping his fingers, and he knew he had to be gentle.

"Oh God," you moaned, your head falling back as you felt your arousal build. "Something strange is happening," you admitted, as you could feel a pressure building up inside of you, along with a warmth spreading throughout your body.

"Explain it to me, Sweetheart. What do you feel?" Thomas asked again, his fingers still working their magic inside you.

"It feels good, but I feel like I am about to wet myself," you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

"That's good. This means you are close," your uncle said as he started to circle his thumb faster on your clit, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you at the same time.

"Let go, Sweetheart," Thomas coaxed you. "Don't hold back, just let it happen."

You listened to your uncle, allowing yourself to fully immerse in the sensations rippling through your body. His words were like a switch, releasing all remaining tension and inhibitions, sending you crashing over the edge in a dizzying wave of pure pleasure.

"That's it, Love. Let it all out," Thomas encouraged you with a gentle smile, as he watched you ride this new and exciting experience.

"Oh my god. Oh fuck," you moaned as your body trembled and shuddered, the pleasure radiating outwards from your core  , pooling in your belly and spreading through your limbs.

Your orgasm hit you hard and strong as you released your wetness all over your uncle's hands, leaving you panting and sweating. You squirted for several seconds, leaving the sheets soaked and you blushing with embarrassment.

"I-I didn't know that could happen," you stammered, your cheeks flushed red as you tried to regain your composure as Thomas carefully pulled his fingers out of you, resting his hand on your thigh, as he studied your expression. Your face was flushed bright red, and you looked utterly spent.

"How are you feeling, Love?" he asked softly, his voice thick with concern.

You blinked dazedly up at him and nodded slowly. "I...I'm okay, I think," you finally answered, your voice still trembling slightly as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Thomas smiled at you and leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good," he said simply before standing up, leaving your side for a moment.

You watched him through hooded eyes as he walked towards the en-suite bathroom, before returning with a warm washcloth to gently clean you up. His touch was tender, caring and you ought to ask whether you had indeed wet yourself , but you couldn't summon the words. He then threw the washcloth into a nearby hamper before reclaiming his prominent position on your bed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Love. That's completely natural," Thomas murmured softly as he traced the curve of your cheek with the pad of his thumb, smiling down at your amazed expression.

"I've just never... felt anything like that before," you admitted shyly, feeling just slightly overwhelmed by how strong your reaction had been.

"It wasn't bad, though. In fact, I think I might like it," you added, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you looked up at your uncle. "Do you think I could make you feel that good too?" you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked up at your uncle with wide eyes.

"I am sure you can, but not tonight, Love. Tonight was all about you," Thomas replied, his voice gentle and soothing. "There is no need to rush things, we have all the time in the world," he added affectionately, before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead once more.

"Now, why don't you have a rest and we can revisit this tomorrow if you like," Thomas suggested, as he tucked the blankets around you, tenderly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You watched him as he turned off the lights and left your bedroom, before letting your heavy eyelids fall closed and slipping into a peaceful sleep.

T

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Take Me to Church

Summary: John MacTavish, the black sheep of his traditional chatolic family, hides his polyamorous relationship with his boyfriend Simon and you their pregnant plus-size girlfriend from his judgmental relatives. When you visit his family while being 9 months pregnant you need to face the reality of his cruel family.

Normaly I think his parents are the most supportive folks but this idea popped up in my head.

TW: Pregnancy, mention of labour, mention of homophobia, fat phobia and strong catholic beliefs, has a happy end

John MacTavish was always the black sheep of his family, and for most of his adult life, he was okay with it. Seeing his family only three times a year made him endure the hate he got from his brothers. In their humble opinion, he was wasting his life; a career in the military wasn’t sustainable. He would risk his life for what? For no wife to come home to and no bairn. If they had seen his single-room bachelor apartment in Glasgow, they would cringe even more. Moving to Glasgow was another thing they disapproved of. He could have lived on the farm like every other MacTavish, crowded with all his nephews. He really loved them, but coming back from every deployment to help on the farm left him with no freedom and several set-up dates with "proper" Scottish girls.

If it had been his grandma’s choice, he’d marry a thin, catholic Scottish girl. And despite the girls being absolutely beautiful, it just wasn’t what he wanted. John MacTavish only had four wants in his life, and his family could only respect one of them (the want for a good whiskey). Becoming a Military Captain wasn’t one of them, dating his Lieutenant (coming out as BI would be an early grave for his grandparents and dad), and his fourth want was you, the beautiful, soft girl who made him and his Lieutenant go crazy. His family would have approved of you being a girl, but you being an atheist, not from Scotland, a plus-sized girl (which he and Simon absolutely adored), and you being in a relationship with both of them at the same time, would be another matter. Sometimes he laughed thinking about what would scare his family more: him being bi, only dating soft, curvy women, being in a poly relationship, or dating two "foreigners." He decided the poly thing would be the final death blow for his family.

So he hid this side of himself for years, hurting himself and, more importantly in his eyes, hurting you and Simon. Both of you tried hard not to act hurt when you spent another Christmas without him because he needed to attend his family gatherings without his dark secret.

The thing about secrets is they can never be kept, especially if his secret was crying in his strong arms with the famous device with two lines in your hands. “Johnny, what am I gonna do?” you sobbed while he tried everything to ease your mind. He knew it was his, always knew. Simon couldn’t be the dad; he had decided as soon as he was 18 to go to the doctors and take the responsibility to never have children.

The first months of the pregnancy were beautiful despite all the throwing up. When you thought you had two guard dogs before the pregnancy, you were so wrong. You didn’t even know that people could get so protective. Simon was attached to your hip every second he wasn’t on deployment, shooting death glares at anyone who even dared to look at you. Johnny didn’t allow you to clean or cook. “Won't let ma pregnant girl cook. What kind of lad do you think I am?” Johnny huffed as you complained about being pregnant and not sick. Even the sex got better; you were living the life with your two perfect boyfriends.

To his surprise, Simon was happy about the news. A child wasn’t something he thought was in his cards, but with you and Johnny, it could be possible. Even if he had the fear that the baby would only accept Johnny as his dad, you immediately told him that he was an idiot—the child would see him as the dad he was. "Who cares about fucking biology?"

Until your last weeks of pregnancy, when it was finally time to drop the bomb on Johnny’s parents. You wanted grandparents and uncles for your baby so badly. In the end, you regretted your decision.

Scotland, Kingussie

You wore a cute sundress, one of the only things that still fitted you since the pregnancy. You looked radiant; pregnancy suited you. And Johnny’s hand in yours, waiting for his parents to open the door. Johnny told you only half the truth when he said his parents were happy to meet you. They were, they just didn’t know half of it. And you were long asleep when Johnny and Simon had a fight about him finally telling his parents about him and that he mattered too. This didn’t help you prepare for what would happen once you entered the cozy farm in Scotland.

The door opened, and an older woman hugged Johnny immediately. “We missed you, my sweet boy. Show me the lovely lass you brought home.” One glance at you was enough to make her gasp. “Dear God, you’re pregnant!” Her blue eyes scrutinized you. To her credit, she really tried to hide her disgust, not wanting to judge you. “Is it yours, son?”

“Mom, of course it’s mine.”

“Well, congratulations.”

She walked inside the house while you and Johnny removed your shoes. Both of you fell into an awkward silence. “Johnny, what the fuck was that?”

“Mo leannan, I’m sorry. They’re a bit catholic, but they mean well, I promise.”

“Johnny…”

“Please, give them a small chance, and then we can leave whenever you want.”

You sat down at the enormous table. Fourteen pairs of blue eyes stared at you like you were a foreign alien invading their beloved home.

“So, you’re Johnny’s lass?” his father asked gruffly.

“Yes, Johnny and I have been dating for four years,” you smiled softly. Simon and Johnny were the best four years of your life.

“Four years, so I assume that bairn is yours, Johnny?”

“Of course it’s his,” you snapped, offended that he even asked. You would never cheat on Simon and Johnny. There wasn’t even a reason—the relationship and the sex were perfect.

“I didn’t talk to you, lass. I asked my son.”

“Dad, of course it’s mine.”

“So, you’re telling me that you compromised that poor girl?”

“Compromised?” you asked, confused.

“Not even English by her lack of vocabulary,” his grandfather chimed in.

“I told you, Johnny, you can’t just let your urges win. Look at you, knocking that poor woman up and not even asking for her hand in pòsadh,” his father gripped the table, trying to calm himself down.

“Do you know how much shame you bring to this family, Johnny? I would have given you your great-grandma’s ring, but no, you decided to take the MacTavish name even further into ruin. We accepted all your poor choices, lad, but now you’ve got a non-Scottish girl knocked up without any wedlock.”

“It’s not like the ring would have fit on her fat finger anyway,” his brother mocked, and that was Johnny’s final straw. He grabbed your hand, ready to leave.

“I won’t bother you with my shame anymore. Come, mo leannan.”

“Please, Johnny, stay. I promise Dad and Grandpa won’t say a word. We just never heard of you having a girlfriend, and now she’s pregnant. It’s a big shock.”

Johnny wanted to protest, but you really wanted your baby to have grandparents to love her. You whispered in Johnny’s ear that you needed to stay, at least try it for Sophia’s sake.

Another choice you regretted as soon as you saw haggis on your plate. “Johnny, what’s this?”

“I’m sorry, mo leannan. I told them you’re vegetarian,” he said apologetically.

“It’s good for the baby, lass. At least try it before you mock it,” she said, and you hated yourself for being a people-pleaser because the minute you tasted it, you ran to the toilet, throwing it up.

“That was a tad dramatic.”

“I get it, lass. When I was pregnant with my cute Johnny, I couldn’t hold anything in. Do you already have a name?” His mother really tried to make amends, giving you a bit of slack while his other family members couldn’t.

“Yes, we thought about Sophia.”

“That’s not a Scottish name,” his mother’s tone was full of disappointment.

“You cheated on John!” his grandpa started to scream at you.

“What?”

“The MacTavish family has never born a girl. Never.”

“Grandpa, you better shut your mouth.”

“How dare you talk this way to me in my own house!”

“Mo leannan, start the car already. We’re leaving.”

You went as fast as your swollen pregnant legs could carry you, trying to close your ears to the conversation.

“You won’t see my bairn. You disrespected the fucking love of my life. Who cares if she isn’t Scottish, or not Catholic, or fat? I fucking love her like this. She is the most intelligent, funny, beautiful woman on earth, and I’m going to have at least three babies with her, and you won’t see any of them. Or me. And by the way, I also fuck a man too.” He ignored the screams of his grandfather, how he was disowned, the pleading of his mother to rethink his choice. All he needed was to get back to you, the baby, and drive you to Simon, his perfect family.

“Mo leannan, I’m sorry. I should have done this years ago.”

“I just want to go home, Johnny. I’ve had enough.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to be mad at him or thankful for protecting you and your baby like this. But before you could decide on that, your shoes were already soaked. “Johnny, the water broke.”

“Yeah, I’ll fix it at home.”

“What?”

"Well, I don’t have a screwdriver here, and I won’t ask my dad for one."

"Why do you need a screwdriver?"

"To fix the car. You said the water broke; you meant the leak, right? Simon was already on it, but I guess it’s opened again."

"No, Johnny, my fucking water broke."

He stared at you in horror before he scooped you up and started to run. "Where are you running, Johnny?"

"To the hospital."

"We have a bloody car."

"But it’s leaking."

"Johnny, I’m leaking, not the bloody car," you screamed in pain after one of your first contractions.

"Fucking hell, I can bring that baby. I helped a cow with labor; it’s the same, right?"

"Johnny, you’re going to drive me to a fucking hospital. I’m not some highland cow."

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After 16 hours of painful labor (MacTavish babies are huge), your sweet girl was finally born, and Johnny didn’t even faint, much to Simon’s surprise, who almost caused six car crashes on the way to you. And now you were lying in bed, barely awake, looking at your tiny bundle of joy in Simon’s burly arms. It was enough to make a grown man cry. Kyle, Johnny, and Simon were just amazed by the baby.

The door went wide open. "How is my girl?" John ran towards your bed, looking to see if you were injured, hurt, and alive, holding you tight in his arms. He didn’t even look once at Sophia; he was just too afraid about you. "Sorry, I was afraid something happened to you with these muppets." You always wished to experience a father’s love, and right now you realized you didn’t need to have Johnny’s dad or grandpa for this—you had Captain Price.

"It’s okay, Dad," and this was enough to make Price bawl his eyes out. He always wanted a daughter, but infertility was a cruel curse on him. He kissed your forehead. "Let me look at my granddaughter." He accepted this role without hesitation, when you saw your baby between her two loving fathers, her uncle Kyle, and her Grandpa Price, you knew she already had the family you were searching for.

A/N: I don't approve of anything his family said if this isn't clear, I was almost in the same situation (without pregnancy) meeting the strongly prejudiced grandma of my partner. So please don't come at me with hate, already have enough of it in my asks :)

[elodieunderglass]

Re: your tags on the fungus and petrochemicals:

Excuse me, bramble wine? That sounds absolutely divine, how lucky you are! I hope you enjoyed it (and that I get to make/taste this one day)

(In reference to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/757191605386084352/oh-heavens-im-sorry-i-dont-remember-this-at I had to apologise for not being especially coherent in my response to an extraordinarily kind and friendly person as I was several days into a group camping, and had touched too much grass to be coherent, setting aside the bramble wine.)

The camping expedition consisted of seven+ families with children who all know each other extremely well and are growing up in a feral pack together that averages about 30 members. The pack forms at the conjunction of any five children, and therefore often exists in multiple places at once; a mini version can be assembled from as few as two of the core families, but when you have seven of the core, the pack becomes its own entity. For example, exhibiting a fascinating reflection of the hunting behavior of ancestral humans, ten of them together once managed to stalk, hunt and bring down a dragon costume performer at a local festival and sit on it in a few seconds when the adults weren’t looking. They had the light of the hunt in their eyes and they were GOING to have that dragon. Anyway this is not conducive to clear and accurate science communication at the best of times, especially since the usual reason that the pack manages to slip the leash is because the grownups are ordering pints.

For this camping expedition there was one family I didn’t know, but they live on a boat and we could vibe. They were the ones who brought the bramble wine. They were the people who sometimes evolve into Whiskey Hamishes. The bramble wine was made from foraged blackberries, and had been stored in a box on the roof of the boat (so essentially: outside) since 2019. The bottles were covered in rotten leaves and spiderwebs. This is not how you usually treat wine. Even home-brew. Even hedgerow. This is a recipe for converting free materials into as much alcohol as possible without interference.

The wine itself was similar to dark port, very heavy and thick, headachy around the edges. The alcohol percentage was estimated in the double digits. It is hard to explain but the dark black-purple color had no red in it. It was like ink.

Then, after coming into your campsite and kicking most of the party around lightly, it kissed you on the mouth one last time with a mouthful of blackberries and wandered off.

I’ve never had a hangover (hobbit liver) but I didn’t spend much time in dalliance with it. a lot of dads were pretty flat the next morning, but, to be completely fair to them, they DID rouse themselves to take the kids swimming in the river, where they (the dads) laid around recovering like beautiful crocodiles. Thus, all they had to do was lie in the cool mud while children rolled over them like puppies.

Bramble wine!

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Heacanons w/ Whiskey  Random Blurbs

I’m sitting in the library at my college, I’m done with my work for the day and I’m procrastinating writing today’s trope because I am the king of procrastination.

ANWAYS

As many people have come to headcanon, Mounty grows plants around his horns and in his hair whenever he is focused on something or thinking of someone, also gives people plant nicknames. The way he comes up with them is seeing what flowers or plants grow whenever he thinks of a specific person. Such as with Swiss, Edelweiss, Spider Lillys, and Hydrangeas tend to sprout whenever the Multi pops into his mind, or Iris’s and Nightshade appear when Aether was helping him in the greenhouse for the first time.

Dew has chronic dry mouth, which is funny because when he had more Water ghoul traits, he had a problem with over salivating.(Poor baby was forced into a ritual by upper Clergy members to force his Fire to be his almost exclusive element and took away about 80% of all his Water traits, more on this in an upcoming trope) Now this is why he almost always has a drink on hand, or he is constantly coughing due to his mouth being so dry

Swiss is the Just Dance king but the one song he can never seem to beat is surprisingly the Cotton Eye Joe dance simply because he wants to do the proper line dance and it infuriates him that they changed it

Sunshine, Swiss, and Dew are known as the Chaos Triplets and are absolutely not allowed to be alone with each other without supervision, last time they managed to sneak away and they created a bomb in the kitchen that they set and exploded in Nihil’s office, their reasoning? “He’s mean to Papa!”

Cumulus is actually pretty chaotic herself; she is known to set up pranks around the ghoul den for unsuspecting ghouls to fall into. Water balloon filled with shaving cream set just right so that it falls and splatters on Aether when he walks into the kitchen, Poppers under toilet seats (Mountain once fell in and had to pried out by Aether and Swiss cause his legs got stuck upward), she once even switched out the milk with baking soda water and made Dew throw up when he had chugged it straight from the carton.

Aether needs to wear glasses for reading and all the other ghouls swoon when they find him perched in a chair, dad stance with the knee crossed over the other, with his reading glasses on his nose. Swiss will typically dramatically fall into his lap and beg for him to read to him.

Rain has days where he is very touch-adverse and the others have learned to ask before touching him for the first time in the morning, Cumulus is a slight exception because he can never be disgusted by her hugs. (Quick head and shoulder are his accepted form of affection these days, also finger touches)

Cirrus has somehow managed to wrangle Dew into makeup and skirts quite a few times, always showing him off and calling him her “Pretty Girl” which always makes his knees weak, and he will happily chirp and trill as she applies the makeup.

Copia has been accepted as basically a member of their back and they WILL go into his room and force him into a ghoul pile if they feel he’s been too distant lately, usually initiated by Dew and surpringly Rain

Mountain is quite possibly the touchiest of the ghouls, always patting someone on the head or hugging someone if he feels like it. He’s also been known to drag people into his lap, shove his face into their back, and forcefully cuddle them if he’s had a bad day, Swiss, Cumulus, Sunshine, and Dew tend to volunteer for Mountain cuddle duty if it seems he’s particularly snippy, cause usually a good couple minutes of snuggles will bring back their happy Mounty.

Swiss actually can play the saxophone, along with trumpet, piano, trombone, piccolo, harmonica, and drums, he’s aiming to learn everything possible but he’s limited to what he can buy on amazon and what he finds around the band storage closet

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Oh my!! I just read your lee know req and god please spare me my knees are weak. Can i request a lee know dilf? I’m sure its perfect!! 💗 btw i love you take lots of rest! Mwah!

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Lee Minho x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating a single dad who coincidentally happens to be your next-door neighbor does not come without its fair share of hardships (and fun)

Warnings: Language, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Single Dad AU, Secret Relationship, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), implied age gap, Brat!TamerMinho, Bratty!Reader, Oral, Dacryphilia, Needy!Minho, Slight DDLG, Dom/Sub undertones

Seriously so domestic, you have been warned <3

Dating had always been difficult, and up until very recently, you had been perfectly content as an unwilling participant of crush culture. Seldom men have grappled your attention, and the ones that do are often doomed to give you the ick. Every man was either too loud and obnoxious or too nonchalant and non-empathetic. You had given up on dating altogether until fate sunk its talons into your love life.

What're you wearing?

The message came at the dead of night while you lay supine on your couch. Minho rarely sent text messages, preferring to call or email like the archaic man he was. It sent you crazy with admiration.

Wouldn't you like to know?

You grinned as you sent the message back, chewing anxiously at the ends of your sleeves like you were a child awaiting their scolding.

Yes I would. That's why I asked.

Almost immediately, you could tell Minho was needy. He was naturally very blatant and authoritarian, but he became even more so when he found himself slipping into arousal. You could picture him through the screen, and the mental image had your stomach warming with delight: his hair shaggy from his hands running through it all day. His dress shirt, unbuttoned. And perhaps maybe he was reclined backwards on his big leather couch. Nursing is phone in one hand a whiskey tumbler in the other.

What are you wearing.

Comes Minho's message a second time. This time, the tone felt far more demanding despite being the exact same words. You immediately knew that if you would not comply quickly, you might be in for a punishment. Oh how you adored punishments.

Wrong punctuation. It's 'what are you wearing?' No full stop. And you have an adult job? Smh...

You're so undeniably tense that you fear your jaw might crack from the pressure that it's clenched and you hold your phone close to your screen. For 60 agonizing seconds there is not response and you can definitely picture the look on Minho's face with his tongue poking tje inside of his cheek while he shook his head and murmered a quiet and appalled "진싸" to himself.

Come over. His next text reads. The kid's asleep. Come over.

You dreaded taking the very short walk to your next door neighbor and boyfriend's apartment and yet, the opportunity to piss Minho off even more is just too difficult to pass up. A slow smile grace's over your face as you send back an 'aye aye captain' before slipping on your slippers to make the short journey to his apartment.

Before your fist even hits the surface of the wood, the front door is ripped open and Minho's pulling you inside. "You've been holding out on me?" He grumbles, before forcing kisses down the side of your neck. "Why?"

In a flurry of trying to kick your shoes off at the front door as Minho leads you both to the couch. You try to control Minho's frantic groping at your sides and try to ignore his bulge pressing against your thigh. When pulling you onto his lap, you're not quite sure what to make of your thoughts and emotions.

All you feel is a sharp pinch on the skin underneath your woolen sweater and you yelp, "What the hell-"

"Answer me?" He says, glaring at up you with an aura of seriousness. Your legs ached as you straddled Minho's lap, and conversation seems impossible. "I wanna know why you suddenly think it's okay to start being a fucking bra-

"You brought it!? I can't believe you actually brought it-"

A small, excited gasp cuts through what was to be the most embarrassing scolding of your life.

Like the breaking of an ancient spell; you and Minho push back from each other on the couch, you detangle your limbs and you keep a distance. You're almost grateful for the little boy padding into the living room, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

Minho watches his son run towards you on the couch with furrowed eyebrows. Nothing but confusion swims across his darkened irises, and you shrug slightly before uncovering the thing that has apparently been in your hands this whole time. Minho had been so clouded by his own lust that he barely saw the children's book you had clasped in your hands. He watches how you and his son exchange pleasantries like long-lost friends. The both of you practically beaming.

He is only able to intervene on your very important conversation when he notices you handing his son the book.

"Woah- hey, what's going on?" Minho's hand instinctively goes to the back of his son's head as he looks down at you curiously, "What's this?" Minho asks.

"The reason I'm here," you make awkward little jazz hands which Minho's son finds very amusing before you clear your throat. You give Minho an inconspicuous wink.

"Your son... he-"

"I just can't stand how you read bedtime stories to me, Dad."

Minho swings his head downards, his eyes wide.

"You said you liked how I read-"

"No, Dad," theres a roll of his 4 year old eyes and you smile, "You like how you read. Its not very fun for me-"

And that's how you spent a majority of the evening reading a bedtime story for a sleepy little boy until he finally slipped away. You didn't mind it. The story was buying you some time from what you knew was a very aggravated Minho, and all you could do was chuckle to yourself as you read.

This was all so incredibly short-lived because the kid eventually did fall asleep, and you could feel your insides twist as you closed his bedroom door, making your way back to the living room. Every step you took felt like you were skinking deeper and deeper into the earth, and you swallowed very thickly when you rounded the corner to find Minho staring idly at the wall. He was slouched slightly on the couch with his shirt unbuttoned even further.

As you rounded the couch, you spied an empty whiskey tumbler on the coffee table. You shiver.

"Had fun, then?" Minhos hisses almost petulantly.

You roll your eyes as you lower yourself onto the couch beside him.

"If only you weren't such an incompetent bedtime reader then I wouldn't-"

But his hand was already squeezing at the base if yojr throat and you gasp, raising and lowering your body as your lips parted in what was very clearly excitement.

"You and this fucking mouth-"

"A-Are you going to punish me?" Minho regards you for a split second underneath the shadow of his lashes before he breaks out into a chuckle. You tilt your head in confusion, which is only tripled when his hand goes from your throat to the top of your head. "Good girls aren't supposed to like their punishments, are they?"

He knew what diction to use to have you slipping into subspace, and all you're able to do is nod as you shift closer to him. You lick your lips, so completely rattled with tension of all the endless possibilities. Would he spank you? No, perhaps that would cause far too much noise... would he edge you-

"Only slutsnlook forward to their punishments, you know that?" Your nipples tighten against the fabric of your sweater and you nearly moan again. Minho's hand on your head is so heavy, so unmistakably manly it has you spiraling.

"And punishments are no fun if you enjoy them." The hand on your head gets heavier and heavier.

"Minho-"

"Knees." It's all he says before you're toppling to the ground at his feet. Your heart is pounding out of the confines of your very chest, and you lick your lips suddenly feeling so incredibly dehydrated as Minho drags you to his knees. He sits back, letting his head rest on the back of the couch as he says, "You know what to do, don't you?"

The weight of your punishment suddenly hits you tenfold as you bring your shaky hands to undo Minho's belt. It wasn't a 'punishment' at all. Not in the way you wanted.

Instead, Minho was quite content letting you pull out his cock and service him. Making you wait as long as he was forced to.

Minho's jaw clenches when you pull his cock out of his briefs and the sound has your bottom lip trembling.

"P-Please, Minho,"

"Shut up," he mumbles into the air with his head still thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Consequently, you nod into the open air as you spit into your hand and begin to pump his hard length with every bit of precision. You can feel your clit beg for some kind of friction to the point that your need becomes painful.

"You're too slow," he whispers, clenching his eyes shut in frustration, "Too fucking slow." You speed up the pace, watching his lips fall open and feeling utterly intoxicated by all the pretty sounds Minho makes for him all from the both of your hands wrapped around his cock.

"F-Fuck-" You twist your wrist, suddenly spurred on by his reaction.

"I don’t want your hands," Minho huffs, "I want your mouth" and you bend your head dutifully before closing your warm mouth around the head of his cock. Minho's head immediately snaps up from the couch, and he is completely and utterly wrecked. He digs his fingers into your hair, forcing you down onto his cock, "Make a mess. You know I like it when you make a mess, Dove," You're practically whining around his cock and he hisses.

Trails of spit and precum drip out of your mouth along with nasty tears that run down your face, reddening your eyes. Minho's cock twitches in your mouth at the very sight of you. "Look at you," he whispers, "Fucking look at what a mess you are for me," You're nodding frantically, his large cock hitting the back of your throat now-

"I'm gonna fucking cum in that pretty mouth of yours and yojre gonna take it, aren't you, baby?" He frantically moves your braids out of face, all the more the see your completely fucked out expression despite not even receiving any stimulation. It has him lifting his hips to rut into your mouth and just as you choke, Minho's voice cracks, "Shut a good girl," he praises as he looses control, "Shut as good fucking- FUCK-" His cum fills the back of your throat at an alarming rage and yourenforced to clench your toes and swallow, there was no other option. He pats down your head lovingly as his hips snap up against you and you whimperbsnd moan around his cock, only prolonging his orgasm

"God, you're so good to me, baby," he whispers, coming down from his high but not without any aftershocks, "You're so fucking good to me,"

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[drak3n]

THE ONE-NIGHT STAND

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: why did this hookup affect you in a way you couldn’t stop thinking about him months later?

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair-pulling, two adults being terrible at handling feelings, slow burn, alcohol

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you’re probably wondering why i wrote a letter to you. what we had wasn’t that deep, after all.”

“lady in black over there paid for your next drink.”

if there was one word to describe hiromi, it had to be… oblivious. terribly so. it wasn’t like he ever had much time for dating and exploring things, having been occupied with college for many years and climbing his way up the ladder until he could finally call himself a lawyer.

now that he was one, he despised his job. it brought him nothing but trouble and negative thoughts. who the hell had fooled him into thinking it would be a cool job?

perhaps his parents.

the man with spiky, dark hair accepted the whiskey and coke mixture the bartender had slid over on the counter, and he didn’t turn around to check who had really paid for his damn drink until he took a sip first. as a grown ass man, he wasn’t going to take a 180 turn at the speed of light and make a fool of himself.

and oh boy, when he did turn around to check for said lady in black, he nearly took a double take. except for, his hooded gaze stayed plastered on you. unable to drag his dark eyes away from you.

leaned against the wall on the other side of the bar, you were a sight. out of all the laughing and blabbering people dressed in all kinds of odd colors that would usually be more striking to the eye, it was your — he didn’t want to call it normal — choice of clothing that struck him.

short, skintight dress that left little to one’s imagination. yet, his thoughts were running with all kinds of things, gears shifting and turning faster than they ever did before.

it was only his second drink of the night, it wasn’t the alcohol speaking. and it wasn’t also the fatigue speaking. it was him, unfiltered and raw.

you gave him a coy smile and raised your half-empty glass, not even listening to what your friends had to say, wanting nothing but to talk to that man you had bought a drink for.

while higuruma might have started sweating under his suit — he was lucky he had left his jacket at home, forcing him to roll the sleeves of his white shirt up — he didn’t show it. his expression stayed indifferent, face as stoic as ever as he stayed right where he was.

he hadn’t smiled back, only having opted to raise his glass while his unoccupied hand was shoved into the pocket of his slacks. he probably had no idea how mouth-watering that sight was to you. you nearly felt your thighs clenching together out of instinct.

your friends started picking up on where your glance and attention had been wandering to, which followed by them trying to force you to strike up a conversation with him. you didn’t see any reason for it, taking his lack of action after your first step as a sign of disinterest.

however, when you approached the bar by yourself to order one more drink for yourself, the bartender told you it had already been paid for.

“who?” you questioned, which made the woman behind the bar shoot you a grin. “handsome guy in a suit,” was her curt response before she walked off to tend to other drunkards.

you weren’t very slick, so the first thing you did was whip your head to where he had been standing the entire time.

he was already looking at you.

you couldn’t help but start sweating even more than before when he started to approach you. his facial expression didn’t look awfully friendly, so you highly doubted he was going to talk to you.

but he did.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“there are some things i forgot in the heat of the moment, but one of the things i can still remember very clearly — apart from the night we both shared together — was how respectful you were.”

neither of you two realized how much time had passed. your friends were forgotten, feeling like leaving you to hiromi wouldn’t be a bad idea as you had been in need of good male company for quite a long time.

alas, a good fuck.

you didn’t drink much more alcohol after that, equally agreeing that the atmosphere was too good to ruin it with unserious giggling and staggering. alcohol had to be one of the main causes of people fucking up things.

it was amazing how higuruma made you feel attached to the conversation despite his voiced displeasure for his job and the entire sector he worked at. what he worked as, he didn’t make clear. which made the entire conversation even more interesting.

it had been his dream to practice justice, he’d told you, but he quickly found out that it wasn’t possible during times like these. it actually saddened you to hear that.

“i’m sure you’re still incredible at your job,” you smiled at him, eyes never leaving his. there was something about him that made you feel stupidly attracted to him.

you felt like a horny teenager glancing at his features, imagining how good you’d feel under him—

a surprised sound was drawn from your lips as an arm was suddenly draped around your waist, pulling you closer to the tall lawyer. one glance to your right told you that someone had approached the bar and stepped too close to you.

the protective aura he exuded sent a tingle straight to your south. and the alcohol you had consumed the entire night helped you voice it.

you found yourself looking at hiromi whose thick eyebrows went up at the words that had spilled from your lips. “i’m afraid i missed what you just said,” he muttered, hand leaving your body when the danger was gone. you didn’t miss the way he put the previous distance between your bodies again.

now that was a man worthy to be between your legs.

so instead of chickening out, you repeated what he allegedly hadn’t heard.

“i said, i want you to fuck me.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i never had a man treat me so respectfully. i never thought it was a thing for a man to be nice. sounds stupid, right?”

it didn’t take long for both of you to arrive at your place that wasn’t too far away, thankfully so, because you could barely contain yourself from pouncing on the poor man.

he had a lot more self-control than you had, but the moment you unlocked the door to your apartment, he urged you inside gently to push you against the nearest wall.

“are you sure about this?” staring deeply into your eyes as he questioned your needs, higuruma could tell you weren’t drunk. so was he. you were both totally logical about this.

already kicking off your heels, you pulled him down to your height by his tie. “stop asking,” you panted, licking your lips as your heartbeat quickened with your overwhelming desire.

it was him who closed the gap between you two, soft lips molding together in a heated kiss as your hands wandered to his face, finding his defined cheekbones and the slightest stubble on his pointed chin.

hiromi’s large palms firmly squeezed your hips, staying respectfully distant from your other regions. you whined into the kiss at how needy his touches made you.

“hiromi… take off my dress,” you broke the kiss as you both gasped for air, and a deep hum left his lips when you turned around, exposing the zipper of the dress below your nape.

a shuddered breath was drawn from your mouth when his warm fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your neck to brush your hair aside, making you choke in surprise when he tugged at it, forcing your neck to strain.

“i couldn’t quite hear you, love.” his moist lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and you bit your lower lip. “what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“the only thing i could think of was how good of a partner you’d be to me. even if it was the worst timing to be thinking about that, considering i was… under you.”

it didn’t matter at this point if you had five or a hundred bodies before hiromi. because one thing was for certain.

he would remain the best fuck of your life till the end of your days.

it wasn’t just the sheer size and girth that was stretching you so painfully deliciously, but also the skill and perfection he put into every and each of his thrusts.

for a man as lethargic as him, he made sure to put all of his energy into fucking you. he didn’t ask you to move a muscle, and all you did was take the pounding he granted you with your face smushed into your pillow and your ass up.

you were lucky your moans were muffled by the fabric of your pillow, because with how good he was hitting all of the spots inside of you, you were sobbing into it. it would have been embarrassing, considering all the sounds he produced was when his hips met your ass, the squelching of when his thick cock entered and left your sopping pussy, and the grunts that left his lips.

hiromi was a sexy man. you were glad you weren’t facing him, because you were sure you’d have fallen in love with him.

“inside, please—”

you choked back a sob when higuruma slowed down, stilling his movements and catching his breath as he forced your back against his lean, muscled torso. “you want me to cum inside?” you nodded pathetically as you squirmed, moving your hips in despair to grant yourself the satisfaction you had gotten used to.

hiromi’s eyes met yours when he pressed your head against his broad shoulder with the help of a hand against your throat for leverage, and you were sure it wasn’t just your pussy throbbing at that.

you felt pathetic for cumming from only a single glance without him even moving. but at least it made him empty himself inside of you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i wasn’t thinking about it too much, but i thought that when i’d wake up, you would still be there. even if it was just a one-night-stand.”

it was inevitable for you to pass out once you two were done. the rays of sunlight that shone through your curtains were what woke you up as you cracked your eye open to get to your senses.

you were bare beneath the covers, but you were cleaned up. the thought of hiromi haven taken care of you made your insides tingle, and your eyes flew to the other side of the bed.

except, he was not there anymore. it was as if he’d never been there. he didn’t leave a single trace. and to deepen your disappointment, he hadn’t left his number or anything else for you to contact him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you have no idea how many times i visited that bar afterwards in hopes of meeting you again.”

one glance at the bartender already told her what you had came for again. the nth time in months. at this point, she could only sigh and shake her head in pity.

“okay. this is the last time i’ve asked. promise,” you grunted. she just quirked a brow while handing you a shot. you looked like you needed it.

“you said that weeks ago.”

she was right. why the hell couldn’t you just let go?

you knew it wasn’t the sex. sure, it was mind-blowing… way more than just that. it was the desire to build a deeper connection with him. hooking up with that man wasn’t a mistake by any means…. but maybe that’s what made him disappear from the surface of the earth.

perhaps he thought you were too easy.

“hey, have you heard of this show?” the bartender was standing in front of you again, and you shook your head, unenthusiastic about what she was going to tell you. “apparently, it even brings people together who have been seperated for ages. maybe you could give it a try.”

now this piqued your interest. the width of your eyes was ridiculous, like one of a lovesick fool, which in a sense, you were.

“what’s the name of the show?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i just wanted to know if what we had was just a night of lust, or if it could have been more. that’s all i wanted.”

after sending the letter to said address of TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE, you were too anxious to approach your tv or any type of social media. too scared of getting an answer you weren’t going to like.

the evening of the airing where your letter was featured came and went by, but nothing happened. it wasn’t until the next few days that you realized: although you didn’t like this answer — which was none — it was the reality. it wasn’t what you wanted, but what you needed nonetheless.

now, you were ready to move on.

or, not so much. you were slumped on the barstool, staring into your drink as the jazz music playing in the background added even more to your sentimental state hours later. tonight was doomed to be terrible when you found out that the bartender was on holidays for a week, which meant you’d be on your own with your stupid thoughts.

not quite paying any attention to the silhouette sitting down on the stool next to you, your nose took a whiff of a familiar cologne. it wasn’t every day you smelled that unique men’s perfume, but perhaps it was just a coincidence—

“i got your letter.”

glancing to your right, you sighted hiromi there in all of his glory. seeing him didn’t make you choke on your spit and splutter dramatically like it happened in movies. you were frozen in your spot.

“i didn’t watch the airing. i don’t like watching shows like that.”

you stirred the half-melted glass cubes in your drink, making them clink against each other as you remained silent. if this wasn’t the road to rejection…

“what were you hoping for by sending that letter? what exactly was your intention?”

setting your glass down on the counter, you finally faced the man fully, both of your expressions deadpan. was he being serious?

“are you a lawyer or something like that?”

he paused, looking genuinely impressed at your guess as his thick brows quirked up, before a rough and husky chuckle left his lips. “what gave it away?”

“seemed like you were interviewing your client before court or something,” you laughed, “but what were you hoping for coming here today? you knew i would be here, considering you read the letter.”

hiromi leaned forward as his dark hues took in your features. he looked just as handsome as you remembered, although it had been no longer than a few months. it sure felt like forever, though.

a lopsided smile crept onto his lips as he stood up, towering over your frame. he raised a large hand to hold it out to you, which made you look at it dumbly.

“i was wondering if i could get to know said client a little better,” he murmured. a stupid grin stretched on your painted lips. “in a more formal setting, perhaps. how about dinner?”

“i’d love that, counsellor.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons

Clay is the type of brother to not believe what any of the others tell him. Whether they're lying to him or not, he don't believe them

John Dory can get his brothers to fall asleep in minutes. He's got all the tricks that knock them out. They worked when they were kids and still work now that they're adults.

Whoever ends up with John will get a wonderful lil house husband. He can cook, clean, bake, sew, and take care of children. Basically a house husband (or pod in this case)

John definitely dated Delta Dawn. They broke up bc they were too similar and too different. This was shortly after the band broke up and before Delta became queen. They were both young and adventurous. They wanted to travel the world together but Delta had responsibilities that she couldn't leave.

Floyd had ONE girlfriend. When he got on his own, Floyd told people he was bisexual bc he knew he wasn't straight but he thought he liked girls. He and that girl broke up on good terms bc she understood when he told her he's gay.

Floyd is scared of clowns

Bruce probably traumatized the little brothers more than John Dory did. He was the one that would force them to go into a haunted house, purposely jump out with a scary mask on type stuff

Drinks of choice: JD prefers whiskey, Bruce likes margaritas and brandy (obviously), Clay doesn't drink often, he likes white wine while he reads, Floyd likes SHOTS SHOTS and mixed drink (club/party drinks), branch doesn't drink much either but likes wine and occasionally mixed drinks.

Floyd is the holder of all the family secrets. He's really good at keeping them secret. Bruce and John are too but they're also known for telling embarrassing stories so none of the brothers want to tell them their secrets and risk it getting leaked

John is incredibly handy, he's very good at fixing most things. He can FIX things most of the time. He's no good at building.

All the boys are hopeless romantics

When one of the brothers (excluding Bruce in this case) get married after reuniting, they are all excitedly helping plan the wedding

Floyd can walk in heels

John Dory handles his machete very well. Nothing gets cut that he doesn't want cut. He also flips it around like a butterfly knife

When JD and Spruce went out to those teenage parties, they had a silent rule of one of them had to stay sober to make sure the other didn't do anything stupid, was safe and they both got home in enough time to get some sleep before having to wake up for the day. Spruce made sure John didn't wander off while stoned and listened to him talk whatever came to his high mind. John Dory made sure Spruce didn't eat something he wasn't supposed to while stoned or do anything stupid while drunk. It was never discussed but they knew that one of them had to be responsible for the other

Despite the band getting back together, both John and Floyd have sole careers that take off. Floyd is more for the performing and shows, JD is more for releasing songs and disappearing for several months. Floyd is selling out shows, John is dropping a song on YouTube that blows up within the first ten minutes. Brozone fans eat it up

While on stage and interacting with fans, the boys do very different things. John Dory leans towards the crowd and the fans go wild, he's a bit taken back but blows them a kiss (cue someone fainting). Bruce still plays up the heartthrob card, showing off his body, a fan yells and calls him daddy. He whispers into his mic "I didn't give you permission to call me that." in a flirty tone, cue the deafening screams. Clay was always shocked a little bit when fans start screaming when he gets close to the end of the stage, he's talking into his mic like "you good? You need something?" which causes the fans to all scream something at him. Floyd is the most memeable, hes making faces and sitting on the edge of the stage. He didn't used to that but after V&V he gets tired pretty quick. So he often ends up laying on the stage, his leg hanging off, his mic by his head along with a bottle of water. Clay kicked him off once and nobody knows if it was on purpose or not. Branch is NOT used to the fans. They're screaming at him and he's backing away. He's also very memeable until he gets more used to it. He didn't perform as much as his brothers (by that i mean he only truly performed once)

Bruce teaches John Dory how to surf. After several hours he gets the hang of it, it's like skateboarding only rougher.

Bruce sometimes watches his boys and sees him and his bros. Theyre wrestling and he can practically see himself, Clay and Floyd on the floor of their Grandma's pod

Grandma Rosiepuff spanked JD and Bruce with a wooden spoon. By the time she stopped, Clay was old enough for him to be next, so he got lucky. The wooden spoon she used had a wooden chunk taken out of it from when she hit John once. They find it while going through her old stuff that Branch had.

"Hey look it's the whooping spoon!"

"The what?!"

"The whooping spoon. The spoon grandma used to spank us."

"What makes you say that?"

"You see this chunk taken out, that's from my ass."

[sincerelyverena]

pls pls pls charles x short!alive!reader? established relationship, maybe just some fluffy moments between the two?

⟡⁺ THE GHOST OF YOU

tysm for the req, anon! 💞💞 ive thoroughly enjoyed my return here, n now the story is yours n i hoped u enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it <3 special shoutout to my dbd betareaders, i love and appreciate all of u sm!

. . . CHARLES ROWLAND X GN!READER ‘think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else.’ @andforthecoating

inbox is always open for requests!

in whichꕀ

✦ ﹒you love him. and he loves you too. a story as simple as that.

tagsꕀ

✦ ﹒fluff ﹐short!reader﹐alive!reader ﹐established relationship ﹐im still getting a feel for charles character so go easy on me pls ﹐havent written non-smut in a long LONG time

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READERS: @love-xoxojules﹐@immortal101 ﹐@fadedpictures91 ﹐@charles-rxwlands﹐ @kidbiscuitt @smallestgremlin

Falling in love with a ghost wasn’t on the cards for you, until you met Charles Rowland.

The supernatural had haunted you since you were a small child, being the victim of a near-death experience isn’t easy on any youngling. Especially you. The consequences of viewing these seemingly mythological creatures took years of patience and silent work to endure, more so, because nobody would ever believe you if you told them you saw ghosts. How ghastly.

And as a young child, you couldn’t imagine that decades into the future, you’d be laid between the arms of one. Two bronzed columns that supported the minuscule length of your torso. And for a ghost? Charles is oddly warm. Or maybe that’s you warming up to your idea of your body heat, marinating in the crisp sheets of your bed. A sanctuary the two of you now shared, together.

But it was nice to think that it was Charles too. He was the reason why you felt comfortable and protected after all. In a world of witchcraft, warlocks, dangers, and death Charles was your home.

A pair of bow-turned lips place themselves against your temple, assisting you in drifting out of sleep. Charles murmurs against the surface of your skin, planting scattered kisses along the top of your head in the process. ‘Dove, we’re meeting Crystal for coffee, remember?’

Charles’s gently mustered words are enough to serenade a response out of your sleepy self. You murmur incoherent words, flipping yourself over so that when you inch your eyes open, they can delight in your boyfriend’s beauty.

His ebony-clad curls are fluffed to perfection atop his head, not a hint of bed-head in sight, which you consider impressive before you remember that Charles mostly spent the night just watching you. As if nothing else in the world matters. You extend a hand to the defined curve of his jaw, practically guiding his lips toward your own. They lock together in familiarity, and nothing but pure, honeyed ecstasy buzzes throughout you. This is better than coffee, better than anything. Charles tasted like heaven, hell, and everything in between.

And as you two separated, Charles beamed down at you with something indescribable bouncing around in his whiskey eyes.  ‘I think a sleep-in wouldn’t hurt, now, would it?’ Rising to the day seems like the logical option. Something that barely crosses your mind for a second before you fall captive to those bronzed arms, weaving around the hitch of your waist. And before you know it, you discover yourself half-tossed atop the ghost you had fallen for. The tall length of his legs tangled with your own. And any responsible, adult-like thought dissolved as your lips crashed together. Something oh-so-destructible yet perfect, how could you say no?

And possibly, that perfect destruction is always the reason why you both are considered late to possibly anything imaginable. If Edwin found himself in the depths of the fiery circles of hell again, the entire group would bet that you and Charles would take an eternity to part before he’d get rescued. It’d be more beneficial for Edwin to smuggle out himself.

‘We’re going to be awfully late, angel.’

‘Maybe because you keep distracting me.’

‘Nonsense, I’m brills and can do no wrong.’

You tear your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror before you. You scrutinise Charles with a disbelieving gaze at his words, which shortly dissolve into nothing less than adoration. Nevertheless, you continued to feign annoyance as you combed a single hand through your hair and down your scalp. Fingers adjusting the little strands to suit your desire for tidiness. 

You abandon this aspiration, pivoting upon your heel. The mask of annoyance you pertain slips away into nothingness as a soft laugh escapes you amid your words. Facing your boyfriend, you slip a hand into his own.

‘You’re lucky that I love you.’ 

'I am so very lucky.'

Charles’ adjusted his position as he moved his lips from the curve of your forehead, toward the curve of your lips. There was something passionate about how the deep onyx of hues sparked with something even deeper. Something warm and honeyed, indescribable. And before you could even decipher what it was you could feel the honeyed taste of him upon your lips, Charles scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

His arm relented against the small of your back, even as you holler out empty threats and meaningless curses amid your laughter. This merely prompted Charles to bounce you atop his shoulder blade, a chuckle of his own heard as you huffed and puffed. Nevertheless, you would refuse to admit that the action of soft intimacy made you feel over the moon with exhilaration.

A curse of Charles’s own accompanied your laughter as he was a breath away from the side of his torso slamming into the doorway he attempted to parade you through, which frankly made you laugh harder.

‘You’re such a dick.’ You managed to wheeze out.

‘I think you may be right about that one.’

Charles’s voice sounded with a tinge of mischief, which crept, announced in his tone. You could almost hear the grin in his voice as he articulated his words, even through your limited peripheral vision as you were held captive in his arms.

‘You love it, though.’

The Charles-like cockiness your boyfriend presented caused you to blow out a breath of feigned exasperation. Yet, unbeknownst to him, the slow ghost of a smile proceeded to creep onto your lips. Especially as he continued to balance you upon the bridge of his broadened shoulder, for a hint of dramatics, of course. Because you did love it.

And as the two of you ventured toward inevitable lateness, you couldn’t help but think how you couldn’t wait to do it all again the following morning.

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The Yawning Grave: Prologue

The Yawning Grave: Prologue

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: A trip to Scotland during the summer after your senior year of college was supposed to be filled with adventure and your weight in whiskey. However, after a night of chatting with a handsome stranger at a local pub, you're whisked away to a land filled with creatures your grandfather had warned you about long ago. Trapped in this world, you'll have to call upon that knowledge your grandfather imparted upon you, all while dealing with the same handsome stranger from that last night.

Content Warning: Mythology, Folktales, Fairytales, Mentions of absent parents, Fae mentions, Traveling. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed something!

Word Count: 1.3k

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Grimms fairytales, the true versions, the ones with blood and magic and death taught lessons about the wicked ways of mankind. That’s what your father had always told you when he read them to you before bed. He taught you that there was always a lesson to be gained from the fantastic tales of goblins, giants, and evil witches. Don’t be too greedy. Don’t covet. Do unto others. You found comfort in these stories, knowing that the monsters in them were ones that every person faced, that every person strived to work against. More often than not, the heroes of the story prevailed by some means, earning a life of wealth and prosperity because of their actions.

It was your grandfather’s stories, however, that left you with a sickening feeling. Fairies were not small, dainty little people who made flowers bloom and troubles disappear. No, they were mischievous at best, causing problems for the common, hardworking people for their enjoyment. At their worst, they were malicious, vindictive creatures who sought retribution for perceived wrongs.

They were warnings.

“Never make a deal with the cunning folk,” your grandfather had warned you, his normally twinkling eyes solemn as they stared down at where you were tucked under the warm blankets. “Never give them your name. Once they have it, it’s theirs forever, and you can never get it back.”

“Why do they want my name, Grampa?” You asked, voice soft and eyes wide as you stared up at him, clutching the blankets tighter.

“Because, Puck,” he murmured, placing a gentle hand to the top of your head as he leaned in, as if to tell a secret, “having the name of something gives you power over it. Never give them your full name, but a nickname will do just fine. The wee folk can’t tell lies, you see, and they expect the same from you or me. Don’t give them your real name, but don’t give them a fake one either, or they’ll grow angry. A nickname should do just fine.”

“I thought fairies were supposed to be good?” You questioned, wrinkling your nose in confusion. The old man let out a chuckle, smiling at you warmly as the kindness returned to him.

“They can be, little Puck,” he amended, patting your head gently. “But best not to take the chance, agreed?”

Then he had placed a kiss to the top of your head and bid you a goodnight, leaving you to ponder his words as you drifted off to sleep, thoughts of dancing figures and jingling laughter flitting through your head.

Years passed from that moment, and you were now a young adult on the cusp of starting your official adult life. Exams had finished, and you had earned your degree, actively on the hunt for a job with several prospects. You toyed with the idea of taking a few months off to allow yourself time to breathe before undertaking the task of real adult responsibilities, which your parents assured you were much more demanding than the responsibilities you’d had in college.

“Finding a job is important,” your mother had said, “but you should take some time to enjoy being young. Take the summer, honey. There’ll be jobs waiting for you when you’re ready.”

The issue was further pressed when your friends Caroline and Brianna had invited you on a summer trip to Scotland.

“Oh, please, Puck?” Caroline begged, blue eyes wide and pleading as she grabbed your hands from across the table. “It won’t be as much fun without you there.”

“She’s right,” Brianna nodded, leaning into the blonde sitting across from you. “It’s all or nothing.”

“Are you two paying for my ticket?” You snorted, gazing between your two best friends. Caroline’s eyes lit up in a familiar twinkle that immediately had you shaking your head. “Nuh uh. No way. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, flipping her long, blonde hair over her shoulder. “You know my parents won’t care. They’re too busy vacationing in Switzerland this summer to care what I’m doing with their money.”

You grimaced. You loved Caroline dearly, and you wonder every day how she didn’t end up as an out of touch rich kid, especially with how absent her parents seemed to be.

“If you’re taking advantage of her, then so am I, Puck,” Brianna smiled, wagging her brows at you. Brianna was a spunky brunette with an eye for numbers, having graduated alongside you and Caroline with a degree in engineering. “Besides, this’ll be our last chance to spend some time together before you move overseas and then we’ll never get to see you.”

That was also true. You had been accepted into the Medieval and Renaissance Studies program at the University College London and would be moving before the start of the new term. You chewed on your bottom lip, peering up to look between your two best friends. Caroline wore her pleading expression again while Brianna looked at you expectantly. You let out a sigh, watching as the two of them grinned at you, knowing they had won.

“Alright, fine.”

“I knew you wouldn’t turn down a free trip!” Caroline exclaimed, earning half-hearted glares from the other patrons in the small cafe. Paying them no mind, she pulled out her phone to start making plans.

“Alright, where do we want to go?”

Two weeks later, you stood on the platform in the highland town of Inverness, waiting for your friends to catch up with you with their luggage in hand. You were excited to see the rich history of the highlands with your own eyes, having convinced Caroline and Brianna almost immediately with their love for the show “Outlander,” and while you adored the show just as much, it was the history and the folklore you were after. The air was cool, but not cold as you stepped out into the square, taking in the stone buildings and the overcast sky. Above, seagulls cried out, eyeing the ground below for their next easy meal.

“Do you have the address for the hotel?” Asked Caroline as she rummaged through her bag beside you.

“Sure do,” you chirped, watching the different people walk along the streets as you waited for your app to load. Brianna let out a loud yawn beside you, rubbing at her eyes.

“How long have we been awake?” She grumbled, checking her phone with a weary blink of her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied, bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement. “We can’t go to sleep until later or we’ll be jetlagged the whole trip.”

Brianna mumbled something under her breath, but you paid her no mind, knowing how cranky she got when sleep deprived.

“I say we drop our stuff off at the hotel, get something to eat, and then pick a pub to spend the rest of the night in,” Caroline grinned from beside you. Brianna wrinkled her nose at the idea, but you bumped her shoulder with yours as you smiled.

“Come on, Bri,” you chuckled. “How often are we going to get to do this after this trip?”

She didn’t look convinced as the three of you made your way in the direction of the hotel, your suitcases clacking against the cobblestone beneath you.

“What if we let you sleep in as long as you want tomorrow?” Caroline suggested, earning a thoughtful look from the brunette. You sighed, wincing internally at Caroline’s suggestion. Brianna was known to sleep long and hard, and the three of you had reservations to go to.

“As long as you want without missing anything,” you amended, shooting a look at Caroline. Knowing she was outvoted, Brianna let out a heavy sigh.

“Alright, fine,” she relented. “But I get to pick where we get food.”

A/N: And we're off! I realize that this is an incredibly niche character from a fandom long past, but I'm excited for this! This will definitely be my little pet project to keep me writing, and I hope you guys stick around for the journey because this is another story that started out as an original fiction. If you've been around long enough, you'll know I love taking my original fiction ideas and turning them into fanfic to see how people receive them. But we're back in my Teen Wolf era, folks!

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Sleepy Baby Part 1

a/n: I got this in my head and couldn’t find another fic that mentioned it. This is the first fic I've ever written.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin/reader

Warning: brief mentions of car crash and cheating

Word Count: 1100 ish

Summary: Jake must defend his call sign to a stranger, and he is on a timer. 

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You checked the timer on your phone for the third time, sighing at the 32 minutes remaining. One hour, every week, socializing with strangers. That was the deal you made with your therapist. 

Eighteen months after a horrific car crash killed your fiancé and childhood best friend your therapist suggested you ‘get back out there.’ It wasn’t just their deaths that you were working through in your twice monthly therapy sessions. It was the fact that she was blowing him when they crashed. You thought that was something that only happened in movies and tv shows.  Your grief was… complicated. 

So here you were at the bar of the week nursing a whiskey sour until the timer on your phone said you could go home. You surreptitiously glance around. Judging by the uniforms of the other patrons and the décor the Hard Deck was a military bar. You massage your temples and check your phone again, 29 minutes to go. 

“Need some company while you wait for your date?” You glance to your left at the southern drawl. An unfairly handsome man in a uniform with green eyes is looking down at you and you stare a little too long. “I’ve been watching you check your phone,” he explains, “he’s an idiot to keep you waiting.“ 

“I'm not expecting company,” you roll your eyes at him. “But thank you for assuming I’m being stood up. It was definitely the vibe I was going for.” You take another sip of your drink so you have something to do with your hands. 

A slow smile breaks out across his face. “In that case I’m Hangman.”

“I'm sorry your parents hated you.”

At your deadpan response he chuckles. “It’s my call sign,” he explains smugly. “I'm a fighter pilot.” He is easily the most attractive man in the bar and he knows it, and there is something about his inflated ego that makes you want to pop it. Just a little.

“Hangman like the spelling game?” you ask and he nods and brushes your arm, leaning into you.

You hum noncommittally, cocking your head as you look at him. “You know some schools discourage playing hangman.” You tell him. “They don’t want to encourage violence in children so they play Sleepy Baby instead.”

“Sleepy Baby?” He asks in confusion, leaning back.

“Yeah, you draw a baby in a crib instead of a man on the gallows,” you grin at his scandalized expression. “You could change your pilot name to Sleepy Baby, so you don’t scare the children and all.” 

“Darling, you are the only one I’d let call me ‘baby’.” You laugh at his smooth recovery. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He is charming despite his ego and his intense stare is giving you butterflies. 

“Tic-tac-toe.” 

“Imma call you Hugs and Kisses and you can call me Baby.” You can’t help but laugh at his confidence. 

“So if you are not waiting for anyone why are you always checking on your phone?” The pilot sits down beside you leaning forward again so his knees brush against yours. 

You contemplate your answer before deciding that fuck it, you will be at another bar next week and will never see the handsome pilot again so might as well be honest. “My therapist has suggested that I should ‘socialize with adults that are not coworkers or the children I work with.’” You explain. “So one hour a week I must socialize.” You wave your hand vaguely at the bar. 

“Are you one of those teachers banning hangman?” He asks in mock outrage, graciously glossing over most of your explanation. 

“Child Activity Coordinator at a local library actually, but yeah I’ve been know to play a few rounds of Sleepy Baby.” You say with a shrug.“ Some parents get upset at certain things and it’s easier just to avoid it than die on the hill of hangman. Plus there was one little boy who would cry when the man was hung so it was best to avoid the tears.”

“He would cry every time?” The green eyed pilot has a fond smile on his face. 

You nodded. “I mean the same kid also cried when someone stole his imaginary kitten so some things can’t be helped but sometimes it’s just easier to avoid it.” You said with a grin remembering the moment. 

“It’s hard to believe we live in a world where imaginary kittens aren’t even safe.” He shakes his head solemnly and you burst out laughing. The unexpected arrival of the cocky pilot has been a delightful addition to your evening. 

“So one hour a week?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “How much time do I have left?”

You check your phone, “you have 17 minutes, Flyboy.” You grin. “So what made you join the AirForce?”

He looks offended. “Darling, I'm a Naval Aviator.” 

You blink blankly at him. “I was genuinely not aware the Navy had pilots.” 

“The navy has aircraft carriers,” he grins “who do you think flies the planes?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it and I think I just assumed it was a Navy / Air Force cooperation situation.” You trail off still thinking before shrugging. “I guess you learn something new every day.”

“I could teach you something else,” he sends you a flirty wink.

“I think I’ve reached my knowledge quota for the day,” you laugh back. “But what did you learn today?”

“That my call sign breaks the heart of little boys and their stolen imaginary kittens, and I could use a therapist that suggests going to a bar.”

“Good news Sleepy Baby, I don't think you needed the help to make it here.”

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket notifying you that your hour is up and a not so small part of you is disappointed. You pull your phone out and hold up the timer to the pilot in front of you. “That’s time.”

“Can I get your number?” He asks hopefully as you gather your purse and finish your drink. “We could spend the full hour together next time, therapists advice on socializing and all.”

“I’ll pass this time, but next time, who knows?” You say as you stand, feeling a little sad that you will never see him again. 

“As long as you remember, Hugs and Kisses, I’m in the Navy.” 

You look up at him grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” 

As you leave you walk by the jukebox glancing down and see the perfect song on the track lists. You hit the number grinning to yourself as you walk to the door. 

When you reach the exit you turn around and find the green eyed pilot has made his way back to some others in uniforms at the pool table. “Hey Baby,” you call out over the noise of the bar. You grin when he looks up eagerly as the Village People begins to play over the jukebox. “This song’s for you!”  You shoot him a mock salute as you walk out the door. 

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try again

part 0.4. NEXT TIME

"the playground seemed so big when they were younger. and now they’re here again, 10 years later, and it looks small. their world is bigger than just this playset now. the metal that forms the foundation of the structure is still a shiny, vibrant red, but the cracked, faded plastic shows its age. where has time gone? 'who are you now?' she wants to ask. as a kid, time goes by slowly, and you tell your parents you can’t wait to grow old. they tell you to enjoy your childhood, but you never believe them. and even now, she’s not sure she does. she's not old, but old enough to know time goes by fast. since their meeting in her office, she’s reflected more on how she’s grown up. she doesn’t miss her childhood– she likes the freedom that has come with adulthood, but at the same time, it’s slowly weighing her down. she’s old enough, that she can no longer spend her summers relaxed in a quiet house, laying in bed all day with the door open while both her parents are at work. she can't spend the nights stretched out on her back, against wet, dewy grass, looking at the stars with him while staining her favorite shirt. now she has responsibilities to take care of every day, and any little mistake can no longer be taken back. she’s an adult now, and no one is there to pick her up when she falls."

content warnings + notes: calling atsumu a little cupid whore (/lh), drinking, y/n is having a crisis, pay attention to unsent messages :) very long written part... oops </3

she downs the last of her glass in one go. 

it’s cheap whiskey, and she hates the taste. it’s probably the worst she’s ever had, but the burn down her throat is a little pleasant. 

completely going against her plan to drink something light, she decided she would need some liquid courage if she was going to do this. her hands are splayed across the cold bar counter as she stands from her chair, mind buzzing a little as she grounds herself. 

akaashi doesn’t notice her absence in his drunken state, but iwaizumi does. kita looks up as well, but remains seated, keeping akaashi company after nodding to iwaizumi who stands up.

“where are you going?” he asks following her out of the bar, pushing past a few groups of people in their way. he's not asking it like he's accusing her of anything, he just sounds concerned.

but he doesn’t need to worry, and she faces him as they make it out. “going to see omi,” she practically sings the answer, her voice careless as the nickname spills out of her mouth before she even realizes it. it comes too naturally to her, and the thought ruins the nice numbness in her veins from the alcohol. instead, she starts to feel the guilt build up again.

iwaizumi still stands in front of her, arms crossed, matching her own stance. “you’re going to see sakusa?” he repeats, brows raised.

“mhm,” she hums, shifting from one foot to the other. her shoes are starting to bother her, too. she'll probably take them off as soon as iwaizumi lets her go.

“where?”

she sighs, starting to feel restless just standing there. the warm lights and ruckus from inside the bar invite her back in, and so does the pull she feels in the opposite direction down the street, where she'll see him. “an old park, can i go?”

“no, hold on,” he stops her before she can even take a step, “you’re going to go meet a man you haven’t talked to in years after a single interaction at a park this late at night?”

“yes?” she quirks a brow at him, “it’s an old park we used to go to a lot. it’s not far from here and i know him. i’ll be okay.”

“i’m not saying sakusa’s going to do anything to you, but i’m not letting you walk there alone. especially when you’ve been drinking. let me make sure you get there safely and then i’ll leave you, deal?” he proposes, and she sees how much he cares in his eyes. they’re a pretty olive green and despite how sharp they are, there’s so much love in them. it reminds her of her own eyes, and how she feels when she looks at sakusa; her head starts to panic in alarm and get defensive, but at the same time, her heart slows down, as if telling her he's safe.

she knows iwaizumi makes a good point, and there’s nothing wrong with having a little extra safety, or a human purse. “fine,” she sighs, “but only if you hold my shoes.”

their walk to the park is silent, but it’s a peaceful silence. she’s walking next to him barefoot, feeling even shorter than before. he questions her a few times, to make sure she actually knows where she’s going, and she insists that she does. she’s had a little bit to drink, yes, but she’s not drunk. and she's confident she could still find her way to this park blindfolded. she’s walked these sidewalks hundreds of times, ran to this park from every direction and route possible. it was always their spot, whether they lay in the wet grass or sat on the playset. the memories of being with him back then make her feel a little grim, and iwaizumi looks down at her, noticing.

“you okay?” he asks, nudging her shoulder closest to him with his arm.

“yeah,” she sighs, watching the way her shoes clank against each other in his hand with every step they take.

“what’re you thinking?” he asks, still looking down at her and she looks back up at him.

“i just don’t know what i’m doing,” she says, trying to voice her feelings while she turns to stare back ahead of them. “what are we gonna do? what does he like doing now? what if i’ve changed and he doesn’t like who i am anymore? i'm so scared of disappointing him.”

“you’re good enough as you are, y/n,” he silences her and she glances back at him in surprise. “don’t let a man change how you see yourself. you’re good as you are, and if he doesn’t think so, he can fuck off. there's no such thing as an expectation or a right way for you to act. he’s probably changed too, and that’s just how people work. did he text you or did you text him?”

she gives him a smile at his words, nudging him back with her shoulder as a way of thanking him, “he texted me.”

he gives her a grin at that, “he texted you? asking to see you?” when she nods he continues, "damn that's ballsy. he really wants you, y/n. and i hope he's a good person. i’ve seen him around and worked a little bit with him, he seems alright.”  

she flusters a little bit at his words, “i’m sure it’s not like that. we just used to be very good friends, you know that. i’ve never stopped missing him, maybe he felt a little bit of the same way.”

he nods at her words, giving a hum in thought. they’re walking along the fence that’s been set up around the park, and she can see the entrance coming up, where a lone lamp post is lighting the way. “but you want him, don’t you?”

she knows he’s asking it in a romantic sense, and she does. she knows what she feels for him is more than just friendly, and she’s felt stupid for never being able to fall in love with anyone else because she’s been stuck on him this entire time. “i’m happy with anything,” she decides to say, “if we start hanging out again, that’s enough for me. i just want him to be a part of my life.”

they stop at the park entrance, and she can see the playset from here, just a bit down the path. “do you want me to walk you there? or are you’re fine from here? i think the walk helped you sober up a little bit, so i feel better about leaving you here now. just make sure you text me if you feel even slightly off, got it?”

“got it!” she responds with a smile, giving him a small salute as a joke. “thank you for walking me here, iwa. i'll be fine on my own now and i’ll text you when i'm walking home.”

he rolls his eyes at the salute but gives her a smile, “sounds good. i’ll check in with you then as well. i might come meet you halfway or who knows, maybe your guy will want to walk you home?”

he’s giving her another shitty grin that she’d like to slap off his face, and it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “whatever, iwa. see you in a little bit.”

she pulls him into a hug, trying to tell him all her feelings at once, thanking him for his advice and for walking her here, and he’s quick to reciprocate it, rubbing her back for a second before they pull away. he gives her her shoes and waves her off, making sure she steps onto the playground before he leaves, and she sees him.

tonight, it seems they’ll be sitting on the top of the playset, above a tube that connects one platform to another. she steps up onto one of the platforms first, dropping her shoes on it before clambering on top of the structure.

he offers her a hand after watching her (probably ungraceful) climb which she hesitates to take for a second. her heart feels like it's trying to escape her chest as she takes it, the contact sending chills along her skin.

“hi,” she whispers after she's sat down, stealing a glance at him, unsure of where to start.

“hi,” he says back, already looking at her. he looks better than when she saw him last, but perhaps that's just because today has been better for him. there are still bags under his eyes that she can see despite the lack of light around them, but she can also see that his eyes look brighter today. she wants to mention it, say she’s glad to see that he looks like he's doing well today, but she shouldn’t. it’s too early–

“you look good today.”

the words spill out of her mouth and she immediately slaps a hand over it. she had drank more after texting him purposefully, knowing that it would mess with her ability to reason and this was the consequence, although she wasn't sure yet if it was a positive or negative one.

he laughs in response, giving her a small smile that she hasn’t seen in years. she missed seeing it; she missed him.

“thank you,” he says, holding her gaze and she’s unable to look away, “you look good too. although maybe a little drunk.”

her cheeks are burning red and she feels hot despite the fact that she was practically shivering the entire way here, latching onto iwaizumi and his body heat. “no i– well– yes, i have been drinking but i didn’t mean it that way– i mean you do look good–” she has to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, “i meant you look happier today, sorry.”

he’s still looking at her, smiling. and maybe it’s a tiny bit bigger than it was before, and she smiles back.

she has no idea it’s because of her–that he seems happier today. he’s only just found her again after so many years apart, and yet he’s glad she’s in his life again. this is only the second time they’ve seen each other after so long, and she’s already had this big of an impact on him. and maybe it was due to atsumu’s influence, and the way that he kept bringing her up, and how it had been their entire conversation over dinner, but he didn’t really care. he was happy to be talking about her again, and to see her again. they had been so close, and it felt strangely nostalgic whenever he saw her, as if he was a child again, tossing and turning on a bed stand, sick to his stomach for home.

but he had been homesick for her this entire time, and he didn’t want to talk about her as if their time together had passed; he wanted to be close to her again. but only if she let him: “that guy you came here with, are you guys–”

“oh, no no no,” she immediately cuts him off, shaking her head before he gets the wrong idea. “he’s just a friend. my roommates and i went out to dinner today and then we went drinking. he just didn’t want me to walk here alone.”

he nods, feeling strangely relieved to hear that. “i just came from eating out with my roommates, too. i cut it short because one of them was being annoying.”

she hums in thought, a smile breaking out on her face, “hm, that can’t possibly be atsumu, can it?”

he can’t even joke back, just rolls his eyes with a sigh at the mention of his friend.

“i just texted him earlier tonight. finally scolded him for setting up that entire meeting between us. i mean– who even thinks to do something like that?”

“just him. he’s got one brain cell working for him and it’s got a funny way of working,” sakusa responds, looking forward to the field in front of them. they used to spin around on that field, trying to stay standing the longest before they both fell onto wet grass, too dizzy to keep standing. “i think it worked out nice, but there were definitely other ways he could have planned that out.”

she can’t help but look at him, slightly surprised. so he was happy to see her? perhaps she should’ve understood that by now; here they were sitting side by side on an old playset. “yeah, it did,” she can’t help but say, not even thinking twice about agreeing with him. “and if you don’t mind me bringing it up, do you think you will come back for a second meeting? i was just wondering.”

“yeah, i’m thinking about it,” he answers, still not looking at her, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. she’s brought the topic of conversation back to her job, and reminded herself of everything she shouldn’t be doing right now. she shouldn’t be doing any of this. she’s looking forward to seeing him in her office again, but she shouldn’t. she should be treating him as a client, not as an old face or a silly old crush. and she shouldn’t be seeing him outside of the office; it ruins that professional relationship she should be trying to maintain. she's giving into him too easily, even after he had been the one to accuse her of something hurtful upon their first words to each other in years.

a particularly cold wind blows through and she shivers, breathing in sharply as her shoulders raise towards her ears on instinct, trying to protect them from the cold. in her defense, she hadn't foreseen sitting on a playset in the middle of the night today and had not dressed accordingly.

“are you cold?” he asks, hand already reaching towards the open black jacket he was wearing, a plain white shirt underneath.

she’s looking at him, face completely blank. her mind is so far gone, thinking about countless other things, including every single way this interaction could go. ‘what was she even doing here? why did she agree to come?’ the moment he texted her she put up little to no resistance. she lasted one text, trying to set up a boundary between them to prevent herself from getting hurt and then completely dropped it. how could he be so casual about seeing her again? was their friendship something shallow to him? something he could easily replace or come back to?

he’s saying her name, and her mind returns to the boy in front of her, blinking twice before responding, “sorry. i was just thinking about something. i’m fine. you don’t need to give me your jacket or anything.”

“but if i want to?” he asks and this is where she failed last time, and will fail again, and will always fail, because she can never resist him.

“i–”

the jacket is already around her shoulders before she knows it. it’s warm, and the weight of it on top of her shoulders is comforting. the smell of him is enveloping all of her senses and her entire mind, and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but it.

it was simple, and really not that heavy or distinctive of a smell. just clean clothes–his detergent, and maybe a hint of lemon or lavender. it was easy to get used to, and it had become familiar to her after being around him so long in the past, but she hadn’t smelled it in so long, she felt like she was suffocating now. with the smell came so many memories associated with him, and it took everything in her not to let out a shaky breath, giving away her emotions.

he didn’t know what to say, looking at her. her chin was resting on top of her knees, pulled up close against her chest, and her eyes were closed, brows furrowed as if she was trying desperately to hold something in. had he come off too strongly? he liked to think he still knew her, could read her mind, tell when she was cold, and when she needed something, but maybe he was wrong, or just moving too fast. maybe she didn’t feel the same way, and didn’t want to be friends again.

“thanks,” she murmurs finally, eyes opening again, although she’s staring at the ground below them, and he’s unsure of where to look–at her, or the ground as well.

“yeah,” he replies, and the conversation falls quiet between them again.

it’s almost comfortable between them. it would be if she wasn't feeling like she was ruining everything and only digging herself a bigger hole. maybe they went quiet because he was sick of her now, and regretted asking to see her. and should she even care or not? should she get up and leave right now? what was the right thing to do right now, objectively? not what was right according to her heart, but according to her head?

she should be keeping her distance from him, not allowing him to get closer, giving him the chance to hurt her again. he had let them get distant, she reminded herself. he had let their friendship crumble without saying a word, he didn’t see her the way she saw him, and she couldn’t rely on him to be there for her.

“how are you?” he breaks the silence, and the question sets off every nerve in her body. it’s like her mind is being torn in two, trying to find an answer to the simple question. it’s not really that simple– he’s asking it, referring to the last 10 years of her life, and he’s asking her to be vulnerable and share about herself, and she can’t do that.

“don’t do that to me,” she says, shutting her eyes again.

“do what?” he’s looking at her, at his jacket draped around her shoulders, and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to hold himself back from reaching out to fix her hair, which has been slightly caught underneath the jacket. 

she lets out a heavy, quiet breath, “don’t ask me that– like you care.”

“i do care,” he responds immediately, and she’s sure if she looked up at him, he’d be looking at her. but if she looks at him, she’ll break.

“we shouldn’t be doing this. we can’t be doing this. i shouldn’t be seeing you outside of my office. i listened to you talk about your struggles for an hour that you would've otherwise paid for if it wasn't the first meeting. you can’t turn around and ask how i am for free. that’s not fair. we should be nothing more than a therapist and a client. it’s easier for me to look at you that way because–” her voice gets caught in her throat for a second as she tries to talk confidently, but her voice gives away her feelings. she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears before they even reach her eyes, but she blinks through them, “because i look at you and still see what we used to be. but so much happened between us, and then you left, and that still hurts.”

‘then will you let me make it up to you? then can we go back to what we were before? and can we be more?’ the words are heavy in his head, and too forward to say out loud, but he has to say something. he has to say something now because he didn’t say anything back then.

he had always assumed that she had just been disappearing from his life altogether–from his notifications, the school hallways, and his walks home, but he realized now she had done that on purpose. she had purposely removed herself from his life so they would never see each other, and he had never stopped her. of course she hadn’t believed him, when he had said it was good to see her in her office, and of course she hadn’t fully understood what his ulterior motives were when he texted her out of the blue about wanting to see her again, because he had never showed how much he cared back then. but he had to tell her now that she was worth everything.

“i don’t mind paying it,” he ends up saying, and finally gets her to look at him, “i don’t mind paying to see you for an hour. i’d pay to be around you anyday, especially if you’re going to refuse to see me anywhere else, then i’ll just force you to put up with me for an hour every week.”

she laughs with a shake of her head, “you’re not forcing me to see you. i want to see you outside of that time…i just–i shouldn’t.”

“why not?” he can’t help but ask. “you’re still friends with atsumu, too. you text him outside of your appointments all the time.”

“yes but–” i like you more than a friend. hell, i’ve been in love with you for the past 10 years of my life. actually, probably for even longer, but who’s even counting at this point– she takes a deep breath again. she should leave soon, and think about this. she’s going to end up letting him convince her if she keeps listening to him, “maybe next time. i’ll tell you how i’ve been next time, okay?”

she’s giving him a next time, and he’ll take whatever he can get. they can start slow again. being her client is like being her acquaintance. people are always acquaintances before they’re friends; they can grow from here.

"when is next time?" he responds quickly, realizing it sounds like she’s going to stand up and leave soon, but he's not losing sight of her again.

she avoids looking at him, keeping her knees are pulled to her chest as she picks at the worn-down plastic of the playground tube they're sitting on, "i don't know, sakusa. i really need time to think about all of this. i don’t know what i’m doing here, or why i showed up tonight.”

her words feel like a burn in his lungs, but even when his sides are aching on his morning runs, he keeps going. "but you showed up anyway."

she finally looks at him, and he swears he could get lost in her eyes forever. he can’t believe he went through their entire friendship without telling her how beautiful she was, in every single way. he can’t believe he ever let go of her. perhaps that cliche saying was true, that you never know how important something really is until you lose it.

"i did," she echoes, continuing to stare into his own eyes.

"are you going to leave?" he asks, unable to look away.

she looks back down at the threads of green plastic she was pulling at, and his eyes follow. they used to meet at this playset all the time. during the summer, when she’d sleep over, they’d stay up until three in the morning, and then she’d nudge him about sneaking out. he used to worry about what would happen if his parents checked on them and saw that they were gone if they sneaked out, but she always ended up convincing him in the end. they rarely fought or had disagreements. with enough talking, they always managed to persuade the other to agree with them.

“i am. because we both need time to think. you need to think about if you’re going to see me again for therapy and i just need to think. about everything," she replies, and he watches her grab the edge of the tube, steadying herself as she moves to stand before he slides himself off the tube onto the ground below. it’s not that far of a drop for him now, although it was the scariest drop ever as a kid. now he stands eye level with most of the playset, but she's looking at him like it's still that big of a fall, mouth slightly agape in surprise.

“i’ll help you down,” he says with a smile and she blinks.

“no, i’m fine–” her words die out as he looks at her, brows raised in expectancy. this is what he meant: they were always able to push the other to do something, no matter how much they tried to resist in the beginning.

she lets out a sigh, trying to buy time as she fixes her skirt, preparing herself to slip off the tube. it really shouldn't be that scary, but she exclaims as she drops, barely registering the hands on the sides of her waist that catch her while her own clamp down on his shoulders.

her face is red as he lowers her down gently to the ground. whether it’s from the embarrassing noise she let out or the fact that he caught her, she’s not sure. maybe it’s both. even when he lets go of her, she can feel his hands on her still, as if they've been permanently etched into her skin. he’s looking down at her, and there’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes and the smile on his lips. he's too close to her, and she can't stop looking at his lips so she looks down at the ground instead, clutching at the jacket around her shoulders before she remembers it’s not hers.

“oh, here’s your jacket back,” she starts, moving to take off the piece of clothing before he stops her with a hand over he own.

“you can keep it for a little longer if you– if you let me walk you home,” he says, on the verge of losing all of his confidence, but he just can’t let go of her. he doesn't want to watch her leave, but he knows she needs a break.

she looks up at him, feeling like her lips are quivering with how nervous and flustered she feels, “you don’t have to do that, really. i can walk home by myself.”

“but if i want to?”

it’s a repeat of a conversation they had earlier, because she can never give him a complete no, and he always knows to take that as a yes.

she’s ruining everything she’s trying to do for herself right now. she’s trying to set a boundary between them, and horribly failing. because what if he walks her home, and he happens to live nearby again? what if they start to see each other more often? or worst of all, what if he ends up leaving again?

well what if he doesn’t?

oh, whatever.

fuck the what ifs.

they can try again.

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"it's gonna rain soon / and pull me back in.

"i had the words / you thought a hundred times

"oh darlin' / will you still walk me back home?'"

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extras <3

not really any extras! i just hope u enjoyed <3 and that this chapter was good and not too long or just a bunch of rambles!! i had like three ideas i had randomly wrote down and then just copied and pasted into this chapter and was trying to make them all fit 😭

IWAIZUMI AND Y/N HAVE A PLATONIC SIBLING-TYPE RELATIONSHIP!!! JUST MAKING THAT CLEAR also i'm a sucker for iwaizumi but that's besides the point

omi just kind of got up and left at some point during dinner when atsumu got tipsy and started talking to shoyo and bo. he said goodbye to osamu and then left

they all have each other's locations anyway and shoyo and bokuto trust him to know what he's doing

kita, akaashi, and iwa ended up going home soon after iwa got back from walking y/n to the park and then he and kita stayed up all night waiting for her to come home while akaashi was passed out <3

this fic lowkey goes a little bit off the rails!! but hopefully u guys enjoy it <33

AND I KEEP FORGETTING TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS I'VE KIND OF LOST IT NOW!! but y/n's pfp is a pufferfish because they symbolize protecting yourself and setting boundaries <3 interpret that as u will

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when they've got interpreting spiderman noir under a specific cultural lens at the function [picture of me going insane]

I cant help myself.. what can i say. And since you've mentioned some research going on behind the scenes.. do you have any fun interpretations? Or even anything fun about the 1800s!

OH HI

Hm. I don't have anything as fun as historical dancing, but I suppose this does give me the excuse (thabk u) to blab about Noir's childishness.

(wow putting this under the cut bc it got longer than I thought it would LMAO)

I think what a lot of people (including Noir's contemporary writers and yes even the spiderverse interpretation) fall for when trying to read Noir's character is the imitation of his idea of what an adult is, that he hides behind. Like Noir's persona is incredibly exaggerated. He's playing pretend. Look here, he's practicing.

A lot of his persona as Noir is imitation! Imitation of his uncle, of Urich, of the violence he's been exposed to. He's running around in his uncle's old uniform. Fundamentally misunderstanding WHY his uncle had been ashamed of it and his role in the war.

And then he goes ahead and steals Urich's alias because it sounds Cool (which is such a teenage thing to do jesus christ).

But like that imitation of The Adult isn't something that's limited to that exaggerated persona that Noir encapsulates. Peter himself is trying So Hard to be grown up and tough and responsible that it loops back around to him being a brat who would try the three guys in a trench coat trick. He even gets beat up for it when trying to defend his aunt. And I mean I've posted about him being a brat.

About how he looks at Urich as a Prime Example of what a strong and knowledgeable adult is (which is part of why he reacts so volatile in response to Urich showing he's not exactly as morally righteous as himself, he's wounded and let down). Whiskey? Whiskey sounds like someone Mature and Cool would drink, I'll have it too. And then proceeds to throw his drink at Osborn and laugh about it. The illusion was broken for me then.

But well it's not broken for everyone. I mean like obviously I poked at the contemporary writers, but I'm more talking about the other characters in the narrative. Mainly Urich and Felicia.

Urich taking Peter under his wing isn't entirely under the motivation to nurture Peter. I think it Becomes that, but he's really envious of that kid. He wants to see him lose that hope that he once had (ruh roh the opposite thing happened, being around the kid made YOU more hopeful Ben. Guess you gotta be good. Hope you don't die now).

Urich really is exposing him to an extremely harsh reality, and taking him places where adults are typically only allowed. He's letting Peter get a glimpse into what it's like, which will eventually enable Noir's tool of violence. All these tests will accumulate into what Peter thinks someone powerful and strong can be and do.

Then his problematic relationship with Felicia (writers I'm malleting you for this). He's clinging to her adulthood and the safety she represents, and he's young but she sees some adult strength in him. I mean she trusts him with the blackmail Urich gave her, which she really. Shouldn't, even if that's what Urich wanted.

Anyway, strength is something she's been consistently drawn to her in her partners. Strength to feel as her own. Even if it's to hers and others' detriment. There's also a part of Peter that's drawn to Felicia because Urich was. He's still honing in the good parts of Urich he wants to be.

I think the one person in the narrative who doesn't fall for it? Is Aunt May. You could argue it's just her being naturally motherly, but for someone who was about to be eaten alive she's pretty frank with Noir. I think she can see that that violence and exaggerated grittiness comes from someone inexperienced and young. Even if she can't consciously recognize the similarities between Noir's persona and Peter's protectiveness of her. I don't think she wants to see that. I actually have a short comic script about that, but it probably will never see the light of day.

Ugh he's like a cat puffing up to scare away a predator. It's fake!!!!! It's all fake!!!!!! He gets intimidated by JJ, he never ties his shoes, gets powers and then immediately guns to beat the shit out of Osborn, sings about the sandman when he's getting his face bashed in, crawls to Felicia all pathetic and sad, and he made a costume to run over roofs at night in.

And it's funny how he's forcing himself to grow up, but also really sad because all the things he's being exposed to is already forcing him to grow up. He's witnessing things no kid should ever see or experience.

Then there's the time period to consider. The aftermath of WWI, being in the midst of the Great Depression, and WWII just around the corner. He's faced incredible hardship and is going to continue to face so much hardship, and he's going to mature faster than he ever should have. It should have made him crash and burn Hard when he became an adult, and to me he still does because I'm ignoring everyone after ewaof LMAO.

As for my research on the 1800s NY that's for my own spider iteration run I'm working on, so not too related to Noir until I reach the 30's :3

Hope that was satisfying!!