#would love to have one of my edibles I just got tonight but when I’m this tired

[beheadable]

Sleeping in + passing out for an extra four hours in the middle of the day. I am one with my bed

[vodika-vibes]

Can we get some Echo smut pretty please!! (Also one of my biggest pet peeves is how like every tbb echo/reader fic is always about him being insecure about his prosthetics like I get it but it's so repetitive. My man can be so confident and cocky when he wants to be and people seem to forget that.)

Who's Insecure

Summary:  Several months after joining Clone Force 99, Hunter surprises them with a night off at a local club. But, for some reason, his brothers seem to think he will be insecure about his new appearance. Which means, he has a point to prove.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: Smut, club sex, Echo uses his scomp for purposes it's not designed for

A/N: So, I love Echo, and I love Echo smut, and I'm really not sure why I don't write more of it. But, anyway, here's Echo smut with some plot. It's not a lot of smut, but I hope you like it anyway.

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It’s a nice club. It’s not 79s, it doesn’t have the same comfortable vibe that 79s has, but it’s good all the same. The alcohol is cheap, the snacks are edible, and the music is loud.

For Echo, it’s good enough.

Honestly, he’s more surprised that his little brothers were willing to go clubbing at all.

While he would never say so to their faces, they aren’t really the clubbing type.

Which is a shame, because there’s a cute girl near the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off Tech since they arrived. But, knowing his genius little brother, he won’t notice. And, even if he did notice, he wouldn’t know what to do about it.

At times like this, he really misses Fives and Jesse.

But, much more importantly, he has his eyes on a pretty little thing dancing up a storm on the dance floor. So far she’s turned away everyone who’s tried to dance with her. That said, she keeps meeting his gaze and tossing him flirty grins, so he’s just biding his time.

What kind of older brother will he be if he ditches his brothers before making sure that they’re having a good time?

“Echo?” He pauses, his bottle only centimeters away from his lips, and he tears his eyes away from swaying hips to focus his attention on his, suddenly nervous, brother. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Just,” Hunter nervously shares a look with Crosshair, who looks almost bored, “We just don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

Echo stares at them blankly for a moment, and then he smiles, “Sorry?” He’s got to at least pretend to be a good role model, right? He can’t just ask them what the kriff they’re talking about, that’s rude. 

“We know that you’re a little uncertain about your new look,” Tech says without looking up from his datapad.

I’m what now? Echo blinks at his brothers, genuinely thrown by Tech’s comment.

“And people can be cruel,” Hunter continues, “Just don’t let it get to you if people make comments—”

Suddenly, Echo realizes that his new little brothers seem to think that he’s insecure about his prosthetics. Or his scars. Or maybe both. Maybe he’s done too good of a job at hiding his gremlin personality (as Rex calls it) from them.

He hums thoughtfully, his mind racing, and then his gaze slides back to the dance floor. For a moment, his gaze lingers on a specific pair of swaying hips and legs that go on for miles…and then he smirks.

Echo downs the rest of his drink and sets the bottle on the table, before he pushes to his feet, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding, vod’e.” He turns to head to the dance floor, “I won’t be back to the Marauder tonight,” He tosses over his shoulder with a slightly smug smirk. 

He weaves through the crowd of people and dismisses the two men who are trying to force his dance partner to dance with them with a flick of two fingers. 

She grins up at him, “I wondered if you were going to join me,” She teases, her voice light and conversational.

Echo’s hand slides low on her hip, “Patience is a virtue, didn’t you know?” He’s amused and he sounds it, “I’m definitely worth waiting for, babe.”

She hums and trails her fingers down the front of his shirt, “Prove it?”

“Gladly.”

In full honesty, you didn’t expect the cute soldier to actually come over to you. You don’t expect your flirty looks, teasing smiles, and seductive dancing to tempt him onto the dance floor with you. Let alone for him to clutch you to him as though you’re his and his alone.

He’s confident and cocky, not to mention strong and unfairly handsome. He has you wrapped around his little finger after one dance, after two you’d probably agree to anything he asked, and after the third dance, you’re wondering what you have to do to be able to keep him.

Your back bumps against the cool metal door of a storage room, and you can feel the music from the club vibrating down to your bones, but neither sensation is as important to you as the feel of his lips against yours, and his tongue sliding against your own. 

His arm is tight around your waist, holding you flush against him, as he blindly opens the door behind you and then walks you into the small room. You hear him lock the door as it slides shut behind him, and you whine low in your throat as he pulls away from you. 

Echo chuckles and cups your cheek, “Someone’s eager,” He kisses you quickly, and pulls away again making you pout up at him. He looks amused, you can tell that much even in the dim light of the storage room, though you’re not sure why he’s so amused.

You don’t say anything, just deepen your pout, and lean into his warmth.

His thumb slides across your lower lip, “Ah, cyare. I’m going to have to break you of these bratty tendencies,” But, even as he says it, he looks delighted.

“Not bratty,” You whine, before you take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it gently. You have a very talented mouth, maybe if you show him just how talented you are he’ll continue touching you again.

You keep your gaze locked with his, so you watch as arousal darkens his gaze. “Very bratty,” His voice is lower now, and you shiver at the promising tone in his voice, “Take your clothes off.”

You blink at him and pull away from his thumb, “All of them?”

“Did I stutter?”

You take a step back and slowly start peeling your clothes off. You’re not wearing much, all things considered. A top, a skirt, panties, and your sandals. 

You’re about to toss your panties to join the rest of your clothes, but Echo tugs them out of your hand and shoves them in his pocket. You don’t mind, it’s not like you don’t have more after all.

“Mm, look at how pretty you are,” Echo murmurs, as he backs you toward a table near the back wall and encourages you to sit on it. It’s surprisingly sturdy, for a wooden table. He taps the inside of your knees, spreading your legs so that he’s able to stand between your thighs. 

His gaze drops to your pussy, and he releases a quiet breath, “Look at how wet you are,” His gaze flickers to your face as he slowly brushes his scomp against your clit, pulling a strangled whimper from you. “All this for me?”

For some reason, you feel like you should be embarrassed at just how aroused you are for this man you just met, but you aren’t. You feel safe and warm and you want more.

You are aware enough to know that he’s not a mind reader, so you squirm under him and spread your legs slightly, “More,”

He grins at you, “What was that? You want me to stop?”

“No, More! Echo—”

He pulls his scomp away from your clit, and you release a whine of displeasure, which is quickly muffled by his lips against yours, “Greedy,” He chides against your lips, “And so rude. Did no one teach you manners?” His tone is teasing.

You blink at him, hazily, “Please?” 

“Please what, beautiful?”

You tug on the front of his shirt, “Touch me,”

“I am touching you,”

And he is, his lips are moving across your jaw and down your neck, while his hand alternated between tightly clutching your hip, and caressing every inch of skin that he can reach.

You squirm against him, able to feel his erection pressed against your thigh through his jeans, “Stop teasing me,” You whine.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want,” Echo replies, “That’s it. You can do that, can’t you?”

“I want—” You’re interrupted by a loud moan at the sensation of his scomp ghosting against your pussy.

“You want?” He’s laughing, the jerk.

It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, and you shoot him the neediest look you can muster, “I want your cock, please?”

His grin widens, “Well,” Echo leans in and kisses you slowly, “Who am I to deny such a polite request?”

He pulls away just enough to unfasten his pants and tug his boxers just enough out of the way for his cock to bounce free, “You’re not gonna fully undress?” You ask, breathlessly.

“If you’re a good girl,” Echo replies as he gathers some of your arousal on his fingers to spread on his cock, “Maybe you can have me in your bed and see me naked.”

“I can be good,” You counter, and then your head falls back with a moan as the head of his cock nudges your clit.

“Yeah?” His hand moves to the back of your head and he makes you look at him. There’s a grin on his handsome face, and you gasp as he thrusts deep inside you with one firm roll of his hips. 

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, as he bottoms out and stops moving, much to your displeasure. 

Echo’s lips hover just over yours, as he throws your words back at you, “Prove it.”

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Captain crunch and the future

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: After a big and very exciting opportunity, you tried to unwind and relax a bit and how else would you do that other than hanging out with Pedro Pascal, a joint, some music and a box of captain crunch

Warnings: so much fluff, reader gets picked up by Pedro, weed, joints, edibles, mention of anxiety, age-gap (not mentioned tho but reader is in mid-twenties), friends to lovers

Words: 4,8K

A/N: I just wanted to make clear that I’m not sexualizing the word: Baby girl. It just makes my heart warm up and feel fuzzy inside. I just want to be Pedro’s baby girl

Captain crunch and the future

You were currently located in LA since your uncle was a famous DJ who you worked for as a videographer, photographer and graphic designer. You did also a lot of pr work for him as a part of your studies. Kind of like an internship but you knew that this was going to be a big part of your job which you were fine with. You loved your uncle and the work. You kind of had a brother and sister relationship. Besides, you both came from nothing and had to build up this career. You’ve been through a lot of shit together and he openly admitted that you kept him grounded. Reminded him of who he really was and where he came from.

But maybe the most part that you enjoyed a lot was that one of his good friends who is Pedro Pascal. You had a crush on him and loved when he would come over. But because you were both so busy, you hadn’t really had a lot of time to get to know each other. Yes you’ve drank some beers together but that was always with a group of people. He was always kind to you though, which always made your heart skip a beat. The soft glances that you both gave each other and would smile sweetly. You’ve caught him looking at you multiple times before and every time that you caught him, it brought butterflies to your stomach.

Tonight your uncle was giving a party but you had the opportunity to attend a festival, known as Coachella and photograph the artists on stage so for obvious reasons, you took the job. It was a big part of your dream and it made you extremely excited.

Pedro stayed at your uncles house for a while as well. He had a acting job close to your uncles house so your uncle invited him in and you couldn’t be more excited about that because that meant that you would see each other more often and interact with him. For some reason Pedro gave you so much comfort just by being near. You felt very attached to him, he made you feel safe and brought you for some unknown reason, peace. So that’s one of the many reasons that you liked him near you.

Today was the day that you would have that festival and you were almost jumping through the roof. This was such a huge opportunity that you couldn’t even believe it and you did it all yourself. Without any help from people who could easily get you in. No, you wanted them to want you for your talent and for your hard work. That felt the most fair for you. You didn’t want to be that person who got in because someone powerful. That just felt wrong to you. You wanted people to see you for your work and hire you for that reason.

You happily walked into the kitchen with a bright smile. “Good morning!” you cheered and Pedro and your uncle were laughing at your excitement. They were happy and excited for you too, matching your energy. And like I said, your uncle knew where you came from and look at you now.

Pedro was making pancakes while your uncle was working on something. “There you go princesa. You need some good breakfast before you go to work.” You felt flustered by the nickname. It was the first time he used a pet name for you and you felt all fuzzy from it. You smiled shyly, which he returned, and thanked him. You dug in the pancakes and they were some of the best pancakes you’ve ever had and before you knew it, your plate was empty. “That was really good! Thank you Pedge!” This was the first time you gave him a nickname as well and you could see Pedro blush and get flustered. His smile was as bright as the sun while he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You’re welcome sweetie.” He was anxiously standing around and this time your uncle looked up in suspicion from the interaction between the two of you.

You brought your plate and mug to the counter and grabbed your stuff and let out a deep shaky breath. “okay, I’m gonna go. Whish me good luck!” you told them and kissed your uncle on his cheek as they whished you all the best and gave you some encouraging words before you left.

~time skip~

It was 1 AM and you finally made your way home. This was the best experience you’ve ever had and you knew that it was going to be tough to get some sleep from all the adrenaline running through your body but you were still too tired to go to your uncles party right now. The thought of changing into something nice for the party while your whole body felt like it’s been hit by a truck (Ten times), you felt dirty from all the sweating and the idea of getting into some serious conversations was something that you’d rather skip for now.

You walked through a side door so you wouldn’t encounter any people on your way in. But Pedro saw you the moment you came into vision and all of a sudden, the party didn’t matter for him anymore. He wanted to hang and chill with you. Hear your stories about how it was. That was his favorite thing actually, hear you speak about things that you felt passionate about. The internet would call him a ray of sunshine but they would think different if they met you. Because you were the true sunshine in his mind. The way you shined was contagious and even though you never chilled just the two of you, you had that effect on everyone around you.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me right now?” Oscar joked as he swatted Pedro’s arm. He couldn’t look away from the spot where you were just seconds ago. Pedro snapped out of it “Ehh, sorry what?” he awkward chuckled. Oscar had met you too and loved you for obvious reasons but he could see that his best friend was falling head over heels for you. “You like her don’t you?” Oscar asked with a smile. Pedro started to blush and chuckle awkwardly. “I eh…. Yeah, I like to hang with her.” Of course Oscar immediately knew that he was skipping over the question. “Come on now Pedro.” Pedro shushed him a little while looking around, hoping that nobody heard them. Oscar chuckled “Then go to her. I bet she wants someone to talk to right now. She had a very eventful day I bet.” Oscar encouraged him. “Yeah, but I’m here with you.” Oscar waved him off. “I’m going to go home to my wife anyway so come on hot shot, go and talk to her.” Pedro hugged Oscar and made his way inside.

Pedro walked into the kitchen (Your uncle had such a big house that it had 2 kitchens. You could say it was two houses in one. So on the other side was the party and this side it was your space.) You weren’t there so he walked around a bit until he heard the shower. He found himself relax a little, knowing where you were right now. Pedro went to his own room and quickly changed into something more comfortable before walking downstairs again.

You got out of the shower and put on your oversized pajamas. You got your edibles, joint and your plushy with a heating pad inside and made your way downstairs. You were met with Pedro who was leaning on the counter, scrolling through, what you figured was Tiktok and eating some captain crunch straight from the box. His hair was a bit ruffled and he was wearing some funny, yet cute pajamas. He looked so comfy that you just wanted to cuddle with him. The familiar butterflies came back and you smiled softly.

“Don’t want to attend the party either?” you asked him with a soft smile playing upon your lips. He quickly looked up and the cutest smile appeared on his face when he looked at you. You felt your heart swell up and you quickly looked down. “I was there for a couple of hours but then I saw that you came home and I wanted to know how it went. If you want to talk about it of course!” He quickly added. You smiled and was so happy that you could tell someone. You nodded and walked over to him. You placed your plushy in the microwave and put on the tea kettle before sitting on the kitchen counter next to Pedro who was standing besides you and was following your moves.

You started telling him all about it and how you managed to connect with bigger artists. It was like your dream was about to come true. Pedro couldn’t wipe away the smile that was plastered permanently on his face from how passionate you talked about it.

You made yourself a cup of tea and one for Pedro. You popped an edible in your mouth and Pedro raised his eyebrow up in amusement. “What was that?” he asked you, knowing fully well what it was. You felt your cheeks heat up a little. “Eh… Edibles…. I just want to sleep and I know with the adrenaline I have right now, I won’t.” Pedro chuckled “So…. You have another one?” he asked you carefully. You looked up at him surprised. “Yeah, you want one?” you offered and got one out of your pocket, handing it to him. He smiled again. “Thank you very much.” He giggled a little, releasing sparks in your stomach. He ate the edible and you showed the joint to him. “So…. You want to get high right?” you asked him, holding the joint up. Pedro smirked “God I love you.”  you giggled at his reaction.

You got the tea and you both settled down in the lounge room where you could smoke. The room was softly lit with some neon lights and some salt lamps. You sat in the comfy couch, holding the heating plushy against your abdomen. Pedro put some music on and plopped next to you. You noticed that Pedro took the captain crunch with him and you chuckled when he got a hand full out of the box and offered you a couple, which you gladly took.

“Never expected to share a box of cereal with you while getting high.” You chuckled and Pedro as well when he thought about it. You lit the joint and leaned back more while Pedro looked at you, without you knowing it. He watched the way you inhaled the smoke, how your shoulders started to relax, how you leaned your head against the cushions while staring at the ceiling, how your lips got attached to the joint as you inhaled more smoke and slowly puffing it out before handing the joint to Pedro.

It was quiet but more like a comfortable silence with the music playing in the background. You were finally starting to relax as the adrenaline wore off and Pedro noticed since your head slowly started to lean against his shoulder. He had a soft and adoring smile as he took a puff from the joint. His head started to lean more against yours, both slumped into the couch. “Thank you Pedge.” You told him, taking him by surprise but yet the nickname you gave him started to flutter his heart. “For what baby girl?” the new nickname he gave you made you feel all the fuzzy feelings

“Just being here. With me.” Pedro readjusted his position and sat a little up. “It’s my pleasure. I like hanging out with you.” you couldn’t hide the smile that creeped up your face. “I like hanging out with you too. Even though, we never really hang out together. You know, just the two of us.” You told him and Pedro started to sing “Just the two of ussss.” He giggled as so did you and softly hit his arm while he laughed. Yeah, typical Pedro, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

Pedro got the captain crunch box and placed it between the two of you, eating some as he slumped back into the couch. Your eyelids started to feel heavy from how fuzzy you felt inside. The warmth radiating of off Pedro, your heating plushy, how the weed kicked in and just how comfortable and safe you felt around Pedro made you sleepy and finally relaxed. “Can we do this more often?” you mumbled tiredly. Pedro chuckled softly. “Of course we can sweetheart. I’d love to.” You leaned more against him but this time you didn’t do it subconsciously which took him by surprise. He got his arm from behind you and placed it over your shoulder, pulling you closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

You both listened to the music and you felt how your body started to ache when you finally relaxed a bit. You closed your eyes and didn’t knew when it happened but you fell asleep on Pedro’s shoulder.

Pedro was deep in thought about you. This all felt so natural and well, it felt like home. You felt like home. He was at peace when you were around and when you weren’t, it was like a big piece was missing. He was debating to tell you that he liked you but he was petrified to loose you. “I really like you baby girl…” he whispered, holding his breath from anxiety but when you didn’t respond to him, he looked over at you, fast asleep, drooling a tiny bit on his sweater. He smiled adoringly at you, sort of happy that you didn’t hear it and things were still the same but that also meant that the nagging feeling was still there.

Pedro let out a soft sigh from relief and figured he should bring you upstairs. He stood up carefully and placed his arm underneath your legs and your back, picking you up. He slightly groaned because of his back. He knew that his back was going to kill him but he didn’t have the heart to wake you up. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck, still asleep and snuggled your face against his chest as you mumbled something in your sleep. His heart felt like it was going to burst from all the love he felt radiating for you.

You were stirring a bit but was still fast asleep until Pedro gently placed you on your bed. You immediately laid down on your side and Pedro carefully tucked you in and placed a kiss on your forehead, ready to exit your room until you quickly grabbed his hand. Pedro got startled for a minute, not expecting you to wake up or anything. “Please stay…” it almost sounded beggingly. Pedro looked into your heavy eyes, his heart and stomach going loose with butterflies. He nodded and without saying anything, crawled next to you in bed. You turned around, waiting for him to be comfortable.

“Come here baby girl.” He said with a raspy voice, hinting that he was comfortable. You immediately let your head rest on his chest with your arms wrapped around him. His hand was in your hair, comforting you while the other drew circles on your back and it didn’t take you long before you fell into a peaceful sleep again.

Pedro stared lovingly at you. It almost became unbearable to not tell you about how he truly felt. He wanted to shout it out on every roof that he was completely and utterly in love with you and how proud he would be if he could call you his girl. God the thought of it was bittersweet but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally he convinced himself to tell you the next day. At the beach if you fell up for it and with that thought, he finally fell asleep himself.

You woke up, a little confused as to what happened. Your mind still foggy when you tried to gather every bit of information from the day before. The festival…. God the festival already felt like a dream as if it never happened. You felt a pair of arms tightening around your waist and got pulled towards a chest. You looked up and saw Pedro. You smiled and already felt calmer. Everything just felt safe when Pedro was around you. it scared you because no one ever felt safe but with Pedro… he was your home. You’ve never really had a feeling of a true home but you would bet money on it that it would feel like when you’re with Pedro.

The sun was shining through your curtains and a ray of sunshine fell on Pedro’s face, waking him up with a grumble. It was almost ironical. A sunshine on (a bit of a grumpy) sunshine. You chuckled when Pedro slowly woke up from the sun in his eyes. He turned towards you so he would be away from the sun and slowly opened his eyes, to find you already with a soft smile looking back at him. Pedro couldn’t help but smile back, you just had that effect on him. “Good morning.” You greeted him with a soft smile. “Good morning sweetheart.” He told you and pulled you closer to him and kissed the top of your head.

You were more than happy to oblige for the hug. Your head resting on his chest again with a permanent smile on your face. “I don’t mind waking up like this.” It slipped out before you realized. Pedro just chuckled and you hoped that he wouldn’t think too much about it and find out about your crush on him. But of course he did. Pedro was already far away in his mind, trying to figure out if you meant something with that or not. Your phone went off and you saw that Pedro had put your phone in the charger before he crawled next to you last night.

You got out, not expecting a phone call from anyone so it got you curious. Especially since it was a day after the festival and it might had something to do with that. You didn’t recognize the number and frowned but answered it. You looked at Pedro who sat up, leaning on his elbows. “Hello, good morning, Y/N/ Y/L/N speaking” you greeted the other person.

Pedro looked at how your aura was visible in the sun and how magical you looked at this moment. You always looked magical but now… with the sun shining down on you, it was like a fairytale, like magic. You were magic. He got abruptly out of his thoughts when you became extremely excited and silently started jumping around, while playing it cool on the telephone. “Yeah, that is amazing! I’d love to! Yeah….yeah I’ll see your email soon. Thank you. You too, bye!” You hang up and Pedro quickly got out of the bed, knowing that something amazing just happened.

“They asked me to do more festivals and I’ve been asked to be the photographer for multiple concert avenues and even artists want to work with me! Not only for photography but also with graphic designs!" Pedro was flabbergast just as you but so extremely happy for you. “Oh my god!” he told you and held out his arms open for you to jump in and you did. He twirled you around while you laughed, still from disbelieve. “I need to tell my uncle!” you told him abrupt and got out of the hug, way too excited as you ran down the stairs, alarming everyone who might have still been asleep. Your uncle quickly came to your side, thinking that something bad had happened. He looked up where you came from and saw Pedro. He was already frowning but the moment he saw your wide smile, he knew that you were okay and that you were just excited.

You told him the same thing and he picked you up from happiness and twirled you around as well. “I’m so proud of you! Look at us now!!” you both whipped away some happy tears and gave each other another hug. “Hey! You still going to work for me right???” you knew that he was scared that you would leave. “Of course I will! I might need some help so maybe I need to start a business and stuff” Your head already going three thousand per mile. “But yeah, yeah no I won’t leave! Unless you want me to but otherwise, no.” your uncle grabbed you in a hug again. “Good.” Was all he said, stopping you from rambeling.

~Time skip~

The morning was chaotic and you were completely running on adrenaline right now and when Pedro asked you to join him on a, more remote spot on the beach and get high you couldn’t say no. You would never say no to Pedro. The driver of your uncle dropped the both of you off. You and Pedro chatted while walking to his secret spot. When you arrived, it took your breath away. It was gorgeous. You just stood there for a minute, taking in the view when Pedro walked up to you and stood beside you.

“I understand why you come here so often. It’s gorgeous here.” You told him without looking away from the view. Pedro nodded, not saying anything. He wanted to tell you that you were a better view. That you are gorgeous and that he didn’t needed to go to this place when you are around because you are so much more breath taking than this view but he couldn’t. So he decided to just nod and say: “Yeah it’s pretty amazing.” He chuckled a bit nervously.

You both started unpacking and put some music on before diving into the water. You giggled when the cold water hit your skin. It was refreshing more than anything else. Pedro came walking up to you and stood next to you. You looked at him but he was already looking at you with a loving smile that made you feel all fuzzy inside and shy. You couldn’t help but giggle from nervousness that he also gave you. He chuckled as well and softly splashed some water on you.

You did it back and before you knew it you both had a whole water fight. You got more into the deeper part and Pedro started to swim. You looked a little around, feeling a bit nervous. You loved swimming but you were slightly afraid of what laid underneath the water. Just the thought of it made you wince. “Come on!” Pedro yelled excitedly. You took a step closer but that was the part where you needed to swim. Pedro immediately noticed your discomfort and swam towards you. “You can hold on to me and rest on my back.” he told you with a soft smile. He didn’t made you feel like you were overexaggerating or belittling you for being scared. No nothing like that, he would never. Instead he tried to help you out and well, it also gave you just another excuse to be closer to him. “Are you sure?” you asked because of his back pains. “We’re in the water baby girl. It’s okay.” He chuckled a bit and you agreed.

Your arms loosely hanging around his shoulder and your head resting on your arm and against the side of his head. You felt so fuzzy inside, from the man below you and the sun hitting your skin, it felt like you were walking on the 9th cloud.

After a while of swimming, you both laid down on the towels with the joint between your fingers and after a couple of hits, you passed it down to Pedro. You laid on your stomach with your face towards Pedro. “Thank you, Pedge. For this and last night ya know.” Pedro smiled shyly “Trust me it’s my pleasure darling.” You smiled and took the joint back when Pedro passed it down back to you. “We should really hang out more.” you told him and you saw sparks in his eyes, making you smile brightly. “I’d like that idea.” You nodded “Yeah I mean we’ve hung out before but never together. Well since last night that is.” Pedro smiled and thought back to the moment.

“Last night… you said something when I was half asleep… what did you say?” you asked him. You heard him but you weren’t sure if that was something that happened in your dream or if he really said it. Pedro looked shocked and that was almost all you need to know. Pedro became flustered, started blushing and stuttering a little, panic visible in his eyes. “So you do like me. I thought it was just a dream.” You told him softly. Pedro was too scared to say anything since you haven’t confirmed it or denied him. “I’m glad it wasn’t though.” You whispered softly as you played with your nails.

Relief, happiness, excitement washed over him and he immediately relaxed more. Pedro laid down on his stomach as well and softly grabbed your hand where you were playing with your nails. His digits softly going over them before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. You smiled and felt yourself grow a bit shy. “I’m glad you heard me in that case.” He chuckled softly, making you chuckle as well, both connecting your eyes.

The laughter slowly died down and all there was visible was adoration in each other’s eyes for one another. “I’m glad you told me.” your voice barely a whisper. Pedro looked down for a bit, blush visible on his cheeks again when he looked up, soft smile lingering on his face. He moved closer to you and cupped your face, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. He looked down at your lips and licked his own before connecting his to you. It was soft and sensual, releasing all the butterflies in your stomach. Pedro took his time with kissing you, wanting to put all his love in the kiss and oh boy did he do that.  

When he pulled away you both started chuckling again. “Let’s not tell my uncle this yet.” You told him with a nervous chuckle which Pedro duplicated. “That sounds like a good idea right now. I’d like to spend some more time with you before he's going to kill me." he chuckled and gave you another sweet kiss. Yeah, you’re uncle is going to kill him. (not really but he won’t make it easy on Pedro either even though he is one of the best guys on this planet. He was dating you and boy was he overprotective.) “So… did he tell you about his new shows he’s going to?” you asked him amused and Pedro’s face fell a bit. “Oh no he didn’t. But that means you need to go too right?” he asked you, trying his best to hide the disappointment but you saw right through him.

“No silly. That’s why I asked. He’s gone for 5 days, working with other guys and gave me some time off.” you chuckled and sat up. Pedro’s eyes lighting up. “Really? That’s great! I can take you out on a proper date, we can go to the movies together, go to a museum, maybe even a concert….” You stopped Pedro from talking with a kiss and a chuckle from his rambling. “I’d love too. But I’d like to hang out with you at home as well. Just some quality time.” You told him with a soft smile and the adoration in his eyes had never reached this high. “God, how I like you baby girl.” You chuckled and pulled him in for a longer kiss, laying back on your back as he hang slightly above you.

You couldn’t help but pull him in for a hug. Your heat just ached for it and he chuckled, kissing your cheek and forehead. “I’ll always keep you safe, baby girl.” He told you and looked you in the eye. You smiled softly. “I know.” Pedro kissed your lips again and pulled back with a smile. “Good.” You smiled back and you couldn’t be more excited for the future. With everything coming up and to be able to share that with Pedro… that was what made it even better.

[rninies]

Baking Nights

synopsis: The last time you baked, disaster happened. But, with Gojo helping, it might not be so bad.

warnings: fluff, gojo is a good baker (not great but manages to bake without causing a big disaster, gn!reader — wc: 1159

notes: my headcanon of gojo loving to bake has made me write a fic

You weren’t exactly the best baker in town. Once, you tried making a simple chocolate chip cookie and ended up burning the cookie — Satoru said it looks fine but you know he is just trying to make you feel better. It was not edible, even someone who loves cookies would not eat your cookies.

So when Satoru asked if you wanted to help him bake something tonight as a snack for your weekly movie night, you declined almost immediately.

“Come on, love! I promise you won’t burn them again. I’ll help you this time.” Satoru begs, giving you the puppy eyes. “Please?”

You groaned. “What if I manage to burn the cookies again? You never know what could happen. I can accidentally forget to set the timer, have the oven on way too hot, or even-”

“Stop, you won’t. Don’t jinx it.” Satoru reassures you. He takes your hands in his, holding them tightly. “Come on! I promise you’re not going to burn the cookies again.”

“Please don’t bring that up again.” you groaned. “I’ll help only if you never bring me burning the cookies up ever again.”

Satoru’s eyes lit up, a big smile forming on his face. “Okay, deal!” he lets go of your hands, quickly grabbing everything that is needed for this baking session. “Do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip? You pick.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, thinking about it. “Chocolate chip cookies since I failed to make one last time.”

“Pft,” Satoru lets out a small laugh, making you glare at him. “Hey, I was not the one who brought up your burnt chocolate chip cookies. It was you.” He gives you a cheeky smile, throwing an apron at your way. “Here, use it. I’m afraid you’re the messy type when it comes to baking.”

“Hey-!” you tried protesting but you know he is right. “So, what must we do first, Satoru the master baker?”

“Master baker? Really?” Satoru raises an eyebrow at the ridiculous nickname but shrugs it off. “Well, according to the recipe I found online-”

“Wait, you looked it up?” you cut him off swiftly. “I thought you said you knew how to make them?! Without looking it up!”

Satoru scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah well, I am not the master baker you had in mind, my love. Just because I can make a few desserts doesn’t mean I remember the recipe.”

You huffed. “You are a liar, Gojo Satoru.”

Satoru immediately gasps, offended. “How dare you call me a liar! I’ve been nothing but honest and truthful to you. Oh, how you’ve wounded me.” he places a hand over his heart, giving off a more dramatic vibe.

You giggled, amused by his antics. “Oh shut up and start baking.” Satoru gives you a smile, a bowl, and a pack of flour.

Satoru got quiet as soon as he started mixing the ingredients, carefully measuring each ingredient to make sure it was the perfect amount. With all that happening, you stand behind him awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “Satoru… Do you need help with anything?”

“Hm?” Satoru turns back, seemingly having forgotten that you were there. “Well, just stand there and look pretty for me, yeah?” he teases and a scowl immediately forms on your face. “I’m just kidding! You can come help mix the batter while I prepare the oven.”

He hands you the bowl and you carefully grab it from him, mixing the batter slowly. “It looks good already.”

“It doesn’t look burnt, that’s for sure.” Satoru snickers and immediately dodge when you try throwing a pair of mittens at him. “Hey, don’t drop the bowl!”

“I fucking hate you.” You angrily say, turning your back to him. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Baby don’t do this to me!” Satoru whines, hugging you from behind. “I can’t function without your attention!” He tries to look at your face, peeking from your left and right but you manage to look away every time. “You’re so mean, you know that right? Come on, look at me.” He uses his hand to gently turn your head to look at him. “There you are.” Satoru gives you a small kiss on the cheek, resulting in you getting all shy and flustered.

“That was not fair.” You complained, but still happy that you got a kiss. “Is the oven ready? My hands are getting a cramp.”

Satoru takes the bowl from you and hands you a cookie scoop. “Here. You can do the honor of scooping the cookie dough onto the parchment sheets.”

You happily take the cookie scoop from his hands and start scooping. Satoru watches beside you, his heart melting at the sight of your happy face. As soon as the parchment sheet was filled, you set the cookie scoop and lifted the baking sheet. “Done! Now that was easier than when I tried doing it alone.”

“Well, I did most of the work.” Satoru brags, making you roll your eyes. “Here, give it to me. I’ll put it in the oven for 12 minutes.” He places the cookies inside the oven and closes it. “While we wait, we can either relax or-”

“Relax.” You immediately say, to which Satoru gives you a funny look. “I want to sit down! I’ve been standing for like ten minutes and my legs are hurting.”

“Okay, you go sit down on the couch. I’ll clean the kitchen.” Satoru says in defeat, and you cheer, immediately making a beeline for the couch. He shakes his head, a small smile on his face as he sees your content face when you finally sit down.

As soon as you hear the ‘ding!’ from the oven, you immediately stand up. “Are they ready?”

Satoru opens the oven, grabs a pair of mittens, and takes the cookies out. “Mhm, and they smell good too.”

You walked closer, took a whiff, and hummed in delight. “Looks like you managed to remember the recipe well this time.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I have a perfect memory,” Satoru says. You are about to take a cookie but Satoru quickly stops you. “Careful, they’re still hot.” He grabs a pair of chopsticks, for some reason, and hands it to you. “What? That’s the closest thing to me right now!”

“Satoru, that is not going to-” You immediately stopped what you were about to say, seeing Satoru easily transferring each cookie onto a plate with ease. “Okay, never mind.”

Satoru smiles proudly, setting the chopsticks down. “Well, we can now enjoy our movie night with our perfectly baked cookies. What should we watch tonight? You can pick this time.”

“Really?” you asked once more and Satoru nodded. “Okay, then we’re watching every single Barbie movie in existence.”

He immediately groans, clearly regretting his decision to let you pick the movie, but he doesn’t say anything else (because he secretly loves seeing the happy smile on your face when watching these movies).

[azaleakoneko]

Birthday Sex

Roronoa Zoro x Fem|Reader

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for @soleilnomoon! Thank you for being so patient while I finished Soft(ish) Zoro for you (and all the other birthday y/n’s heh) :3

Warnings: Semi public & Unprotected sex, Slight swearing, nothing too serious. Use of petnames, dirty talk, creampie, mention of overstim, ass slapping. Just a lot of fluff & some possessiveness of the birthday girl 😌

Words count: 6.3k

“Look y/n,” Zoro said as he scratched the back of his head, calloused fingers dragging through the green tufts of hair at the base of his neck as he looked at you with a flustered expression. “We both know I’m not the best when it comes to this romance crap, but since it’s your birthday I had the shitty cook help me set up a little dinner for us.”

Just the thought of the low-key pleading he had to do for the man to help him made him cringe a little, but knowing that you would be happy was enough of a reward to put up with the shit talking for an evening. Zoro was useless in the kitchen so he knew that he wouldn’t have had a choice otherwise unless he wanted you to be eating burnt or undercooked food with liquor to choke it down with. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part; his attempts at cooking something edible is what convinced him he needed help in the first place.

Nonetheless here you were, looking as mouth wateringly beautiful as you always did with a smile that made his breath hitch in his throat as he pulled out your chair for you, and any irritation he had dissipated into nothingness—replaced by a desire to make sure your night was everything you could wish for in a date night despite his awkwardness.

There were topped off wine glasses with a tasteful fruity Zinfandel already sitting on the table along with a beautiful layout of candles that illuminated the assortment of steaming plates sitting on the table. It all looked pretty good if Zoro said so himself, but he was simple and would usually be happy just kicking back on the deck with a bottle of sake and forgoing a fancy dinner scene altogether, so his opinion wasn’t really the one that mattered tonight. This was a celebration after all and he would go all out for y/n.

“Go ahead and take a seat. Everything for the rest of the night has already been taken care of, so all you have to do is sit back and relax.” He said as he waited for you to sit down before pushing your chair in and walking around to sit in the seat across from you. “You look so damn gorgeous tonight, birthday girl. I love it when I can see all of those beautiful curves of yours. A nice little preview for tonight.”

It made you laugh when he couldn’t help himself from dragging his eyes over what he could see of you in that seated position, but the way his eyes glazed over with lust it was almost as if you were already nude. “Aw, this is so thoughtful of you, Zoro.. You really went all out for me tonight didn’t you? Thank you baby.” You said as you reached over and grabbed your glass, raising it and carefully tilting it towards him so that you could toast to the evening.

Zoro grabbed his glass, which looked much smaller in his big strong hands which you loved to touch and feel than it did in yours, and much to your surprise gently clinked his own glass against yours. “To you Y/N, on probably my second favorite day to celebrate with you beside the day I got to make you mine,” he began with a gruff tone as he clearly began to get a little emotional. “You’re my best friend. I’m glad you put up with all of my bullshit.. So tonight is all about me spoiling you, and I don’t wanna hear you whining even once if it isn't from me causing it, alright?”

“You’re making me blush being so sweet to me,” you said with another amused laugh, your heart feeling light from what was already the beginning of an amazing evening with your favorite person, as he tried to make even his softness have an edge. He was just like the blades he loved so much and took good care of, and he always took care of you too. Sure it wasn’t in the most conventional ways all the time, but he loved you, and that was enough for you. “How could I ever whine about being spoiled..?”

Zoro playfully glared at you with a knowing look. “You’re joking, right? Sometimes I feel like you whine just because you like it when I put you back in your place.” He took a drink of his wine, looking damn good as his adams apple bobbed from swallowing the crimson fluid, and you were already wishing he was between your plush thighs drinking your fluids. “Don’t you, princess? You can admit it, y'know.”

You softly clenched the fist that lay in your lap and returned the glare, knowing he was doing this on purpose. You knew that he knew very well what the answer to that question was and that he just wanted to see you squirm a little. He always liked when he managed to get you so frustrated that you practically ripped his clothes off upon finally being alone, and he took pride every single time in watching you crumble. “Hmp! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Still, you denied and played right into his hands again.

“Okay, you can play it however you want, but by the end of the night the birthday girl will tell the truth.” Zoro said with a smirk, setting his drink down on the table as he held eye contact with his ‘good’ eye. That sly look of his always caused a twinge in your stomach that ran all the way down to your pretty clit, and your thighs were quick to join your clenched hand in an attempt to quell the ache and keep up the facade at least through your nice dinner with him. “It’s really up to you, but I know you tend to prefer things the hard way. That’s fine, I can do that too.”

You piled your plate up with a mix of the delicious spread; taking some smoked unagi sushi, pomegranate skirt steak with whipped feta and roasted tomatoes with a side of naan bread, and a side of a complimentary fruity salad with chunks of watermelon, cocoa nibs, feta and a variety of other ingredients that made your mouth water with an almost caramel honey dressing, before stabbing each piece a little more aggressively than you needed to and ripping through the courses one by one while he watched. You didn’t want to lift your gaze back up and see him staring at you with a sly knowing expression, but you also didn’t want to eat in silence.

“So um,” you began as you dabbed the corner of your mouth with the napkin that had previously been elaborated folded to hold the rest of the silverware you currently weren’t using. “-what exactly did you have to say to get Sanji to help you out tonight anyway?” At least this way it somewhat flipped the attention onto him for a moment and gave you a chance to even the score. You knew the two weren’t exactly the best of friends, so this had to be good.

Zoro immediately stiffened and his face soured, lips pressing into a firm unamused line. His hands that held a knife and fork that he was using to cut into a medium rare monstrous slab of high quality steak stopped cutting for a moment, and you knew that was the last thing he wanted to talk about. “That’s not important so don’t worry about it. Anyway, it’s your birthday. Why do you wanna talk about what that creep wanted anyways? Unless you’ve already had your fill and want to move on to the next event?”

“Heh heh, fine! Alright, keep your secrets.” You said, letting him evade the question since you had already gotten the intended reaction. Despite knowing it would have repercussions in the near future, it was always worth it to watch him get a little annoyed; that just meant you’d be great friends with the mattress. You finished the wine in your glass and reached for the bottle to top it off once more. “I’ll be good, I promise. I only wanna think about you, baby.”

“Mhm, sure you will..” Zoro said as he listened while you made another promise that he knew you weren’t going to keep; not that he was going to complain about it. You couldn’t help it, just like he wouldn’t be able to help the rough thrusts and stinging slaps across your ass later. He relaxed his shoulders again, continuing to eat his meal. “Let’s just finish our food, drink a little more, and celebrate. The night is still young and I’m not nearly done with you yet, love.”

The two of you did just that — finishing your meals without another hitch, besides Sanji popping in to sing you happy birthday with dramatic heart eyes and promptly getting chased off after, before Zoro escorted you to the next part of the date he planned. This time he placed a blindfold over your eyes, not letting you see your destination until you had arrived. After a few wrong turns and minor frustration from Zoro about being lost, everything worked out fine.

You couldn't help but gasp in wonder when Zoro finally took the blindfold off of you and you could open your eyes to see what he had set up for you. He had taken you out of the city and away from all of the bustling noise and now before you was a large blanket with pillows spread out on top of a soft grassy hill among wild grown flowers that had the perfect view of the star painted night sky. There was even an ice bucket nestled into the grass beside the blanket that had a bottle of crisp champagne with two glasses just waiting to be filled. Finally the area was illuminated with two gas lanterns and an extra blanket off to the side, just in case you got cold.

“Zorooo…! Oh my god, this is so beautiful!” You practically blubbered as he led you towards the blanket with one hand on the small of your back affectionately. He let you sit down first and then took a seat beside you, keeping one arm around you and pulling you closer as you melted into his side. “Wow, you really do love me…” It couldn’t be helped as you playfully teased him one more time, but when you leaned your head back against his shoulder to look at him with those sparkling eyes of yours filled with soft adoration he couldn’t help but stare right back at you.

“I do. I know I don’t say it nearly as often as you’d probably like to hear it, but I love you y/n.” Zoro said as he lifted his other hand to caress your face, thumb trailing softly over your bottom lip. Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, wanting to convey just how much you meant without words. It wasn’t long, nor was it rough like a lot of his kisses, but still it made your heart race like it was your first.

“I love you too.” You uttered tenderly like the lovesick fool you were as soon as his lips parted from yours. “There’s no one else I’d rather have spending my birthday or my life with than you, my love. Thank you for all of this. I know it must have been a lot of setup, so I just want you to know I’m, mph—!” The sentence ended abruptly when Zoro captured your lips again, effectively stopping your words and thought process.

“Shh… You don’t have to thank me. I told you tonight is all about spoiling you, so just let me alright?” He said as he kissed you again, this time deeper as he let his tongue flick out and roll over your pretty wine stained lips, sending a small shiver down your spine. “Lay down with me and look at the stars, yeah?” He suggested before he slipped his warm tongue in your mouth and started to lower you both down onto the comfortable quilted blanket—the pillows being a much welcomed addition for the extra comfort and support that it provided against the dewy ground.

It always effortlessly took your breath away and blew your mind how Zoro made you feel like the only other person in the world, and to him you might as well have been. No one could ever hope to compare to how you made him feel, and you returned the sentiments. Despite all the playful teasing and riling up, the both of you felt like two halves of a whole. You brought a certain sweetness, optimism, and thoughtfulness to his life that he’d never had before and had never wanted before meeting you, and he knew without a doubt that he’d never let you go. Zoro on the other hand, he brought a comfortable sense of stability to your life with his blatant honesty and the consistent way he always showed up when needed.

Right now, all you wanted was to be whole with him.

“Zoro… You make it really hard to care about the stars when you kiss me like this.” Your words were more of a soft whine, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at how easy it was to get you to fold for him, but he would have been lying through his teeth if he were to say he truly cared either. Having you here with him like this, all to himself in a personal bubble, was all the magic and stardust he personally needed.

“Then just lay here and focus on me… better?” He asked rhetorically as his fingers sunk into your hair and brought your lips to his for a third time, not letting you off so easily this time. In what seemed like a fraction of a second he was hovering over you completely, his knee sliding your legs apart, thigh rubbing against your thinly clothed cunt. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently as his free hand groped your soft breast over your fancy dress, feeling quite pleased with himself when a breathy heavenly moan left your lips and you bucked your pussy against his thigh in response. “I’ll go ahead and take that as a ‘yes’ then, princess.”

“Shit.. M-More, Please Zoro…? I have been wanting you so bad since dinn—” You had already begun to plead in your lust induced state, but Zoro wasn’t going to bother with wasting time on any of that. His lips pressed more roughly against yours than they had earlier, his tongue passionately melding with yours as both of his hands wandered to your hips to force you to grind harder against his muscular thigh.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” Zoro asked in a tone that made it clear he knew it very well wasn’t what you had been asking for; he just wanted to hear you say it. Or better yet, to scream what she wanted. “Well? Tell me with your big girl words what you need for me to do for you. More what? Kisses..? Touching? Saying ‘more’ isn’t a lot to go off of you know, heh.”

You ordinarily would’ve grumbled a bit about how much of a dick he was being, but since you’d had glass after glass of wine between the excellent courses of food chosen specifically for their aphrodisiac properties, you were basically putty waiting to be molded by his firm veiny hands. “Zoro, I want you to fuck me so bad right now! Happy? I need you to do whatever you need to do to get this damned dress off of me and fuck me on this cute little setup you made for me… I need you, Zoro.”

That was all he needed to hear you say; it was more than he needed to hear honestly. His hands moved behind your back to pull at the ribbon holding your dress cinched to your waist and once that was done he was already sitting back on his haunches in the blink of an eye, hands grasping at the thick hem of your dress to heft it over your head. He tossed the dress to the side like the useless barrier it was and his gaze immediately returned to your beautiful body, unable for a moment to tear his attention away from the delicious curves he took so much pleasure in devouring with hungry kisses and love bites at every opportunity he could. You were so fucking breathtaking that he almost felt like it was his birthday every single time he got to undress you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. You know that right?” Zoro groaned as he sat between your legs and pulled you further up on his lap as he leaned down and began to press indulgent kisses across your chest, slowly bringing them down your fluttering stomach as his hands slowly caressed their way from your hips up your sides and around to your back once more so he could undo the latch to your pretty bra. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you since you stepped through that damn door looking fine as fuck, y/n.”

You sucked in a shaky breath when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples rolling it around on his warm tongue until it hardened, then watched as he switched to the other and repeated the process as his hands gripped the soft flesh with his gaze on you. “F-Fuck, Zoro…~” You moaned, and the sound of his name falling off of your tongue once more had him groaning into your breast as his erection pressed into your ass, bulging through his tight black dress pants. “Please baby, I can’t take much more of this teasing.”

Zoro pulled his mouth off of your breast with a soft pop and couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Is that so? Well, I guess since it is your birthday…” He pulled away from you, smirking when you pouted, and began to ease himself down between your legs. His hands gripped your legs and hiked them over his shoulders so he could enjoy his delectable dessert. “Aw, don’t pout so much gorgeous, I’m just getting started. Now let me hear that sexy voice of yours.”

“Oh god Zoro!” You squealed when you felt his tongue eagerly push into your heat making your eyes roll back and your stomach flutter as your body subconsciously reacted—bucking your pussy against his face and making his tongue press even deeper inside. His nose brushed against your clit pulling another whine from you, and the cycle of building desire continued when he groaned against your wet cunt, sending vibrations through you that had you arching your back and gripping the blanket below. “That feels amazing, d-don’t stop baby, ahn…~”

Zoro had absolutely no intention of stopping, hands gripping into your thighs even tighter than before to take your squirming into account, not wanting you to push him away before he was able to get his fill and make his pretty princess squirt all over his face. He watched every little change in your expression as he purposely pressed his nose harder into your cute throbbing clit while he tongue fucked you, saliva and slick starting to drip down your thighs and plump ass. He found it adorable when you covered your mouth with the back of your hand reflexively from all the times you had to keep yourself quiet on the Thousand Sunny while he fucked you absolutely senseless with the rest of the crew still on board.

He pulled back for just a moment to let out an amused chuckle. “Princess, we’re in the middle of nowhere, not on a crowded ship. Put your damn hand down and let me hear that I’m doin’ a good job.” He said before he leaned his head back down and latched his mouth onto your clit, trailing one of his hands down from your thigh to your sweet gushy core spreading your puffy lips open so he could swipe his thick digits teasingly at your entrance, growling against your clit when his fingers were soaked before they even pushed into you. His gaze darkened with lust when he did begin to sink one and then two fingers inside of you, curling and scissoring them inside in the ways he knew would make you cry out and beg for him to fuck you like always. “I love how wet you get for me y/n. Makes it so easy to fit my cock inside of this pretty little pussy of yours.”

You immediately obliged his request, taking your hand away from your mouth so he could hear the sinful moans that were now spilling freely from your lips like the lies from Usopp’s mouth. “You’re doing… ahn.. s-such… an amazing job Zoro! Fuck baby, you’re the ngh… the o-only one that can turn me on like this!” Your breathless tone and moan broken sentences were exactly what he was looking for, and from how your walls were already fluttering around his fingers he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long at all before he got just what he wanted—you right in the palm of his strong hand and at his whim tonight. It may have been your birthday, but you were his; his lover, his best friend, sometimes the reason for his frustration, but overall you were his treasure and he was going to treat your body like the gift it truly was.

“Gooood job baby…~” Zoro cooed soft praise for you when he popped his mouth off of your clit since you were doing so well for him, then he spat on your delicious addicting bud and watched in fascination as the saliva trickled down to his fingers, being pushed into your hole to mix with your fluids. “That’s it y/n, tell me again princess. Tell me I’m the only one.” There was a slight possessive edge to his tone that he only got once in a while and you were guaranteed to not be able to walk properly afterwards every single time.

He planned on breaking you tonight.

Not that you would ever complain about it; you always carried the soreness like a badge of honor the day after, proud of yourself for pushing your limits to the breaking point with your lover. It was a more fun and intimate type of workout, which is what you usually said to convince him to skip a ‘real’ workout and join you in the bedroom you shared together. You reasoned that it ended up in you both being sweaty and out of breath regardless, so it still counted, right?

“You’re the only one that I need, baby!” You began again as you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could flick your attention back and forth between his fingers plunging into your squelching pussy and his beautiful face with his eyebrows knit in concentration as he masterfully brought you to your blissful edge. “Only you know just how to touch me to make me go crazy… Zoro, you’re the only man that can make me cum without even touching me..” That was true—all he had to do was whisper dirty talk in your ear in that sexy deep voice of his and you were creaming your panties without even having to touch yourself or be touched. It was amazing honestly, and he loved teasing you about it lovingly.

“That’s right princess, and I’m the only one that’s ever allowed to touch you like this ya got that?” Zoro said as his thumb pressed against your sloppy pussy and rubbed circles around your temporarily neglected clit that shot waves of pleasure through your body, arching your back off of the blanket and making him hum contentedly. “-and you know, I haven’t heard a single whine out of you lately. What’s wrong, beautiful? Have I already tamed my needy little brat…? I thought you were going to put up at least a little bit of a fuss by now.” He teased before pulling his fingers out of you to get the reaction he was looking for out of you. “Go on, beg if you want more.”

“Y-Yes Zoro! You’re the only one that’s allowed to touch me!” You cried out desperately, then your back slowly lowered back down onto the blanket as he withdrew his fingers. You pouted and grumbled from the loss of them but couldn’t help but watch when he popped them in his mouth and moaned just from getting to taste you on his tongue again. “Baaabbyy, I was so close! Please, I’m desperate at this point… I don’t care how greedy it makes me sound—I need you to fuck me right now Zoro.” Not a single moment was wasted before he had you begging to be fucked the instant he had you waiting for more. He had you wrapped around his pretty cock so well.

Zoro smirked and leaned back so he could flip you over, bringing his hand against your ass in a firm slap and delighting in the aroused moan you let out. He admired the sight of your glorious cheeks recoiling from the smack for a moment before he took both of his hands and got a good grip of your soft flesh. He lowered his face towards your ass and playfully bit down on one of your ass cheeks before he got tired of teasing you. “Mm… there’s my bratty baby. It’s okay to be greedy today.” He hummed as he leaned back once more and began to rub his hard throbbing erection against your ass, gripping your hips to bring you back against him; making you whimper from being so close to where you really needed him but still too far yet to reap the rewards of his pretty veiny tanned cock that made your mouth water. “You need me to fuck you right now, huh? So desperate to feel my cock split you and fill you up are you, pretty girl?”

“Mhm, please..? I’ve been good haven’t I—” You began to plead once more before you had to cross your arms under your chin to support yourself when you felt him finally press himself against your dripping pussy and push himself inside with a deep throaty groan. “Fuck, thank you, t-thank you baby!” Your sweet high pitched voice ripped through the room followed by a whiny moan when his hands gripped your hips to steady you as he pulled his hips back before snapping them against you repeatedly, eliciting an aroused growl to fall from his lips as he watched himself disappear into your core over and over again.

“You’ve been so good princess, using your big girl words to tell me what you need and everything… Now let me give you your reward.” Zoro teased as he took immense pleasure in hearing your moans and gasps as he gave in and gave you what you had been craving—his cock buried so deep inside of you that you could feel his precum leaking tip bullying against the entrance to your cervix; just what his pretty baby deserved on her birthday, a good deep pounding. “You’re so fuckin’ tight baby. Keeps suckin’ me in every time I try to pull out and fuck your pretty pussy.”

“Nghhh!” Another yelped moan lept from your lips as he brought his hand against your other unmarked asscheek while he continued his relentless thrusts, already causing lewd squelches that only the two of you could hear despite him fucking you on a public hill. It was honestly thrilling even having a chance of someone hearing the two of you, but that was the furthest thing from your mind when his balls kept slapping against your throbbing clit from the angle he had you in as he locked his arms around your waist and pressed his chest into your back so he could latch his lips onto your soft exposed shoulder. Your mouth parted into a ‘o’ as he fucked you so hard that you knew he’d be carrying you and your jelly legged self back to the Sunny when the rest of the date was ‘over’. “Oh—my—god—…!~” You gasped breathlessly as a dribble of drool began to leak from the corner of your mouth onto your arm as he easily pushed your eager body and mind to a fucked out state. The only thing that kept you from completely zoning out and being his pretty little birthday fucktoy was his hand bringing another slap across your ass.

“Don’t think you’re gonna pass out on me just yet princess. I just got started.” Zoro said with a strained laugh from the exertion as he gripped your hip again with one hand while the other hand went to tangle in your now messy hair, pulling your head to the side so he could latch his lips onto your neck. He sucked and nipped on the skin like an insatiable animal—tongue flicking out over the bruising skin in satisfaction before trailing sloppy kisses back down your shoulder all while keeping up his unforgiving heavenly pace. “Come on baby, I know you have more in you…~”

“I-I can’t.. I can’t even.. t-think straight anymore Z-Zoro..” You whined in a broken pitiful voice, trying your best to push your ass back into him to show him that you weren’t giving up just yet. It blew your mind how quickly he was able to get you to unravel, but he did know your body like he knew his blades after all. He knew every single touch that set your body on fire and when to speed up or go harder to make your delicate body bend and mold to his every whim. It was almost an unfair advantage, especially when you couldn’t even touch him in this mind blowing position. You spouted off more broken babbled begging and praises and Zoro knew you were close but he still didn’t ease up. He loved the feeling of your walls spasming around his length in an attempt to milk him.

“Aww I know princess but you look so pretty all fucked out like this, I just can’t help myself.” Zoro said as he pulled back and slammed into you roughly, holding his hips still for a moment to feel you tremble beneath him while he was buried as deeply inside of you as he possibly could be and he mentally swore that you had never looked more ethereal than you did right now in your most vulnerable state. He saw your eyes roll back and felt your slick sweet cream gush out all over his cock and balls causing him to moan throatily before gritting his teeth and resuming his thrusts despite how badly he wanted to empty his balls and fill you up already—using your clenching walls refusing to release him to his advantage. He was losing his mind just as you were but still he slowed down to savor the feeling, effectively edging himself so he could keep going just a little bit longer. “Good girl y/n, that’s it… fucking hell I can’t get enough of you baby. I’ll make it up to you baby, I promise.”

You were so far drowned in your bliss that you couldn’t even bring yourself to complain, and you knew Zoro would make good on his promise. Your post-birthday celebration would consist of lots of well earned pampering and soft aftercare that would have you swooning for your best friend all over again. “S’okay, Zoro… I want y-you to feel good too.~” Even though your body was trembling you pushed back against him, mewling every time you felt how well he stretched your tightened slick gummy walls at this slowed pace. You badly wanted to make him cum for you, to feel it fill your deep crevices before spilling out of you, and you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

“You hope I feel good? I am on cloud nine right now because you feel fuckin’ amazing princess.” Zoro moaned as he let go of your hair—gently pushing down on your back before picking your hips up to get you to arch just right for him again to bully his tip against your sore cervix as he brought himself to the edge once more. The way your walls had a death grip on him made his eye flutter shut and his mouth gape open in pleasure as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your plush flesh. “Y’know y/n… I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop with just one time tonight, and you only have yourself to blame.” He said as he sped up his pace to watch you claw desperately at the blanket, causing the pillows to tumble haphazardly off into the grass as the blanket bunched up under your clenched fingers. “Now tell me one pretty girl, want me to cum for you? Fill up this perfect fucking pussy and show you who you belong to? Gonna have to use your words again.”

“Fuck—fuck—y-yes Zoro! My love please, please cum for me baby..!” You wailed out desperately as your face pressed down into the blanket, drool puddling beneath your parted breathless profanity spilling lips, far too tired and fucked out to lift your head without his aid at this point. “So… f-fuck…! So fucking deep…! Please baby, I can’t take it anymore, You’re gonna make me c-cum againnnn!~” Your legs felt like they were about to give out on you but still he didn’t relent, even dragging one of his hands down between your thighs so he could press the pad of his middle finger against your clit in torturously slow but firm swirls while he chased his high. With eyes rolled back you felt another powerful climax rock your body and you were grateful that you were taking Zoro with you this time. You could feel his hips begin to stutter and his movements get sloppier as he continued to roll into you—his pleasured groans of pleasure sounding strained as he finally reached his limit.

“Good girl, y/n… you did so good for me, I knew you could do it baby.” Zoro cooed as his gaze was focused on the milky white ring around his cock where he disappeared into your sweet cunt. He granted your clit relief by withdrawing his finger so he could grope your sore and slightly bruised ass cheeks and get a better view of his throbbing veiny dick filling up his pretty little birthday princess with his heavy load of thick hot cum from not touching himself all day in preparation for tonight, just for you. He rolled his hips into you roughly a few more times before firmly pressing himself as deeply into your sweet spot as he could as his cock twitched—feeling your walls flutter and hearing your sweet gasp once again. “Haah… that’s it princess take it allll, milk my cock dry like the pretty little cumslut you are for me. Even half conscious you just can’t help it, can you baby?”

All you could do at this point was nod, moan, and babble broken nonsense as you felt him hit his first climax of the night, finally getting the present you had been so eagerly waiting for all evening as his cum exploded inside of your gummy walls. “Ahn..! Feels s’good baby.. f-fuck, always feels so good when you cum f’me…” You muffled against the blanket before his hands gently slid around your upper body to pull you up from your slumped over position so you were nestled comfortably against his chest, letting your mixed fluids dribble down your thighs and his. Your knees were shaking but Zoro had a firm grip around your waist now as he pressed a shower of softer kisses along your back, shoulders and neck. “Give me more kisses, baby...” You hum as you couldn’t help but happily rest your pleasure-drunk body against his, head craning back against his shoulder with your cheek pressed against his hot sticky skin as you puckered your pretty mouth and looked at him expectantly for a kiss on your soft neglected lips.

Zoro raised one of his hands to caress your cheek as he dipped his head down to press his lips against yours in a lingering kiss after your cute request for more kisses. “Don’t worry princess, the night isn’t quite over yet. You’ll get plenty more kisses, and after I let you rest for a minute—I’m gonna make you cum for me again. How does that sound, hm?” He said as his hand sank into your hair and pulled you into a deeper kiss—his tongue rolling into your mouth before you could even answer. “Happy birthday y/n.”

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The next hour was a blur of sticky overstimulating passion until you literally passed out from the pleasure and had to be carried back to the Thousand Sunny just like you had hoped. Zoro cleaned the both of you up as best he could before figuring the first thing he’d do in the morning was spoil you with a hot bath and a full body massage, then he tucked you into his side with a soft kiss to the side of your head, holding his treasure close while he drifted off to sleep.

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[nohoney]

thinking of touya pounding me down, sweetness😁 (horny on my bday yikes HAHHA)

aaahhh happy birthday my love (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

warnings: drug use (weed -> edibles), smut, some degradation

Smoke billows in the air after you blow out your candles and a cheesy round of the happy birthday song is sung around you, cameras pointed at you to take pictures and videos to save and post and tag you later on social media. The first slice of cake of course goes to you, your eyes roll back a little at the first bite and smiling afterwards. It’s light and airy, just like how your mind feels right now.

You’re high as fuck.

It doesn’t take much to get you there; a little edible gummy of a mere 5mg THC will get you and anything more ends up making you go to sleep, no matter the strain. So you’re lucid enough to mingle and have a conversation but high enough that your mind falls off track sometimes and you end up giggling and asking, “Wait, what?”

The party ends towards midnight and despite the temptation of continuing the party to another venue, Touya leans into your ear to remind you that you were the one that didn’t want to party too late.

“Yeah well that was sober me and she wasn’t having fun at the time she said that.”

It takes a bit of back and forth but you relent eventually, bidding your friends goodbye before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Your friends playfully boo at Touya with little jeers of c’mon, it’s still early!

“Birthday girl was the one who said she wanted to be done at this time, I’m just following my lady’s rules.” Touya dismissively waves off the playful boos, bidding the others goodnight before getting into the driver’s seat.

In the drive back to the apartment, your music is played at a gentle volume and your head lolls against the headrest. You sink just a bit into the seat your eyes are set on your boyfriend. His side profile is beautiful, his eyes glancing to the mirrors to check that he was safe to merge into the next lane.

You cling to his arm as the two of you walk the path inside the complex back to home. A part of you wants to sit on the swings of the playground but you know that the chains aren’t oiled and the squeaking would definitely disturb the neighbors nearby.

“Fuckin’ finally, come the fuck over here.” Touya says out loud with relief and pulls you to him as soon as the front door is locked. You have no idea how riled up he was watching you during your party, his eyes admiring the short dress you wore. God he wanted to go up behind you and just rut his cock against your ass a couple of times. He had to excuse himself for a smoke here and there, sometimes he’d have to go inside the restroom to calm himself down.

But now he’s got his pretty girl all alone now.

The zipper is pulled down and loosens the dress, you’re shrugging off the straps to it and Touya’s hands assist in shoving the dress off your body and to the floor. It’s kicked to the side and Touya practically pushes you to the wall, one hand holding your face and squishing your cheeks a little as he looks down at you.

“My baby, my pretty doll…”

God, you love this man.

He kisses you silly, takes you to bedroom, and asks what you’d like him to do to you.

“Can I choke on your cock, please?” you phrase it as a request but you and him both know that you’re gonna get whatever you want tonight, “Fuck my face? Want it really bad, Touya!”

He can’t say no to you, especially not on your birthday of all days.

So your wish is granted and you’re on your knees, looking up pitifully as Touya roughly fucks into your mouth, into your throat. When he tells you to open your mouth wider, you do it. When he says to stick your tongue out and licks his balls when he’s got you pressed to the base, you do it. When he tells you to just fucking take it, slut and to be a good girl for him, you do.

You’re a mess of tears and spit, coughing and sobbing a little when Touya pulls you off his cock. He gazes at you at first, watching the teardrops fall from your eyes and drool drip off your chin. He can’t help but think you’re such a pretty thing when you’re dick drunk.

“You know, it was cute to see you at your party. All high and stupid and forgetting what you were talking about with our friends.” Touya comments and pulls you back to his cock again, tapping the tip against your lips. “I like when you’re all dumb.”

“‘M not dumb.” You mumble before wrapping your lips around your boyfriend’s cock again. His cock glides smoothly into your mouth, the thickness of his cock a familiar thing for you as he touches the back of your throat.

Touya’s hand briefly pets your head before he holds your head in place. His hips fuck into your mouth, his cock fucking into your throat again and a fresh new set of tears well up in your eyes. You can’t think when your mind is so dizzy and heady, when all you can do is just be used and talked down to.

“Fuck, look at you! My pretty doll, you look so fucked out and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet!”

You cough and sob out his name when he lets you off his dick again, your body exhilarated and your mind still feels the high. Your boyfriend’s pretty cock is so slick and wet thanks to all your spit, weakly grasping it in your hand and stroking it as you beg, “Please Touya? Please, fuck me?”

He practically throws you to the bed, pulling off panties and your bra in haste that get carelessly tossed to the floor. You choose the position, holding your legs open for your boyfriend and your pussy on display for him. Enthusiastic can barely describe his actions as he discards his own clothes, pushing his cock quickly into you that makes you yelp in surprise, “Ah Touya!”

It’s delicious the way your warmth wraps around him, tight and perfect for him. What’s even better is that your pussy flexes around his cock, just a brief signal before wetness envelopes around him. You already came but he’s just getting started.

Your nails scrape down Touya’s back as he fucks into you, your voice muffled into his shoulder as you do your best to suppress your sounds. He mutters into your cheek, “Scratch me harder, fuck make it hurt!”

Touya can barely keep in his own groan when your nails dig a little firmer into his skin and drag down. He can imagine the bleeding red lines already, the pain spurs him on and he grits his teeth as he concentrates on you. He jams himself balls deep into you, his body shuddering as you cum around him again. He’s a little too excited that he worries that he’ll cum too quickly but you’re too high and blissed out that he knows that you wouldn’t care.

He wants to last a little longer for you though and what isn’t helping is that it’s your face that makes him want to cum quickly. You’re all gorgeous when you’re fucked out and stupid, your glassy eyes rolling back and then focusing in again to get your bearings back.

Touya maneuvers you into the position he wants, turning you to lay on your side and propping your leg over his shoulder before pushing back into your cunt. You let out a whimper when you’re filled again and you cum on his cock.

He pistons himself into you, drinking in your little sounds and your breathless pleas for him to utterly wreck you.

Touya intends to, grabbing your limp wrist and directing your hand towards your clit. “Touch yourself.”

You rub messy little circles on your clit, adding to the onslaught of pleasure that spikes higher and higher in your body. It’s so goddamn wet in between your legs, it’s almost pathetic how you cry that you think you can’t cum anymore but your body is saying differently. “I know you can keep on cumming, don’t fucking like to me!” Touya grunts, his brows pinching as he tries to hold himself together.

“I can’t!” You whine and your hand tires out, “C-Can’t!”

You’re put onto your back again and Touya fucks at just the right angle that’s hitting that spongy little spot that makes your eyes roll back again. He has to clasp one hand over your mouth while the other one presses down on your lower belly. Because he knows that it does this-

“God! Fucking—fuck!” Touya cusses when your orgasm hits you stronger this time, clenching down on his cock before cumming more intensely. He fucks you through your orgasm, reaching that high point of ecstasy as you cry into his palm.

Touya! Touya, I love you! is muffled beneath his palm and your watery eyes look up at him. He’s ruthless in his pace as he chases his high since you’re fucked stupid from experiencing yours, your head even higher in the clouds thanks to him.

So he says all the nasty shit on his mind, watching as you nod your head in agreement and whimper little sounds still into his hand.

“God, you looking so dumb right now. Fucked your brains out baby? You all stupid now?” He asks and he’s answered with a little muffled mmhmm. “My stupid lil doll, huh? All it takes to make you so sweet for me is my cock, ain’t that right?”

His hand slides off your mouth but moves to grasp your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides and watching as your mouth drops open and you mewl his name.

You’re a fucked out mess, the most pretty mess that gives him sass and loves him so intensely that he feels like he knows real love with you. And Touya laughs a little himself, delirious on how intoxicated he is over you before he finally empties himself into that precious cunt that he’s been fucking for the last few years of his life.

Thick ropes of cum fill you, overflowing out of you that Touya should pull out but he keeps himself stationed in you until he catches his breath. He reaches behind him for the shirt he flung off his body, always knowing to keep at least one piece of clothing nearby and he tucks it underneath you before pulling out.

It leaks out of your well fucked cunt and Touya admires it for a brief moment, only snapping out of it when you whine and your hips shift slightly. He wipes you clean and he leans over to kiss your forehead, muttering ‘happy birthday’ and pulling back to discard the cumrag into the laundry basket.

You get up to pee after finally collecting yourself, the high long gone when Touya fucked it out of you, and when you come back to the room, he holds out a little box from your favorite bakery towards you. “Wanna eat cake in bed?” He offers.

You blow a single candle on a piece slice of strawberry cake, the smoke billowing from the tip of the candle where the flame is and Touya tells you again, “Happy birthday.”

[notstilinski]

The Fall of the House of Usher Starters !

Taken from the Netflix 2023 series, The Fall of the House of Usher! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers present!

“Listen, I’m sorry… For your loss. For your losses, rather.”

“Have a glass. See what a few years of your worth tastes like.”

“Don’t lecture me on family values. You’re just as shit in that department as I am.”

“The gates are always open but that doesn’t mean you answer the phone?”

“Don’t mention them ever. They don’t exist. Do you understand?”

“They will love you because I love you, and the only thing stronger than love is how fucking scared they are of getting cut out of the will.”

“All good. Right behind you.”

“You guys, we should really get together more often. It’s just a balm for the soul.”

“You know what a resolution is? It’s a deal you make with the future.”

“You’re basically 80% cum, I can fucking smell it on you.”

“Jesus, (Name), when you get going, you get going.”

“The oven mitts come off and the nail polish goes on.”

“It’s better, I promise, in the moment just before than in the moment after.”

“You are consequence, (Name). And tonight, you are consequential.”

“You are a pretty, pretty little thing.”

“Opportunity doesn’t give a fuck what you’re going through.”

“(Name), damn it, everybody knows that edible arrangements are what you send to people you hate.”

“If you start thinking this is reality, you’ll just slip into the abyss.”

“You shouldn’t be here and you don’t have to be here. That’s all I was saying.”

“It’s amazing how far you can get on denial.”

“Christ, no one knows they’re the fall guy until they’re falling.”

“Don’t complain about the drugs.”

“He throws us the food and watches us fight for it. You know that.”

“You’re not who I thought you were.”

“I didn’t want to think it but… you’re all fucking monsters.”

“Don’t have to be smart to be dangerous.”

“You gotta be smart. You have to realize, you can’t trust people. Not you. Not anyone.”

“Don’t stand there and look all hurt, you asshole! You think I don’t know?”

“Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Both of us lucky in one way, at least. Got good people at home who love us anyway. Let’s not let them down.”

“I trusted them, so I trusted you.”

“All of the best of (Name) without… without the broken heart.”

“You don’t have to be a tyrant, but if you don’t want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority.”

“I’m sorry. Why the fuck would you do that, sweetheart?”

“No, I’m afraid you’re ringside for my reckoning, old friend.”

“You’re a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart.”

“You’re a monster, you know that?”

“Should’ve died here, honey. It would have made you an honest person.”

“You only ever wanted to be loved by them. You only ever wanted their approval. And it’s still no fucking excuse.”

“If I die, this stops?”

“Outsourcing intimacy.”

“I look at you and I see… you. The poverty of you.”

“We’re a… Virus, I think. People, I mean.”

“It’s a slap on the wrist that comes with a blowjob.”

“I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go.”

“I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses.”

“Because it don’t matter in the end why you did any of it. I don’t fucking care why you did it.”

“We don’t want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. So take all that with you, why don’t you.”

[pauking5]

Chime of Fate

Pairing: enishi yukishiro x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.7k+

A/N: This is a little drabble to celebrate the birthday of the man, the legend, who does his absolute best in every role he plays, but especially as Enishi Yukishiro. Happy birthday Mackenyu! This is somehow linked to the Addicting Taste lore because it just makes sense to me, but could be read as a standalone (if you squint enough). It was also partly inspired by Iris - goo goo dolls. As always, enjoy lovelies.

The mansion was not a fun place to be lately. Your days were spent either preparing for missions or training and the monotony of it was killing you. Absolutely no offence to Enishi, but spending time with him was both a learning experience and a horror. You needed to get out and see other people before you went mad and talked to the weapons you trained with like they would talk back to you.

The market down in the village tonight felt like the perfect occassion to get out and see the world. There was just one problem. You were broke and you didn’t know the area that well yet, so whether you liked it or not you had to drag the sulking mop of gray hair with you.

This was one of the days Enishi wanted to spend in his office, working away on his plans. He was narrowing down the details on a nearby mafia base when his attention was distracted by your presence at his office door. You failed to peak silently through the small crack, discovering your location.

“Why are you hanging onto the door like a panda?”

“Pandas are cute," you stated walking towards his desk. He narrowed his eyes at you, urging you to state the reason and timing of your unplanned visit so he could get back to his work.

“Get dressed.”

“What for?”

“We’re going out today!”

“I’m not in the mood,” he said going back to reading the map in his hand. You didn’t move from your spot, placing your hands on your hips in an authoritarian way.

“If you want Wu to become the house chef then be my guest,” you said sternly, a determined look in your eyes. That made his eyes snap to you.

“You wouldn’t—“

“Oh, I totally would. So, I suggest you go get changed if you want to continue eating edible food.”

He thought it over. Last time he put Wu in charge of the kitchen left him cleaning up the burnt mess of what was supposed to be a batch of pancakes. He really didn't want to repeat the experience.

On the other hand, he didn’t really want to see human beings walking about today. But you seemed so excited about going out and the puppy eyes you were making at him made it hard to say no to you.

“Okay.”

“Great! See you out front," you chimed as you skipped to your room to get ready. He shook his head at your antics.

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You were done first and came out to wait for him, warming up your hands in the pockets of your coat. The weather got colder recently. Frozen leaves crunched to pieces under your feet as you paced around.

Finally, he stepped out, blue kimono sitting snug around his form. He sported his usual annoyed scowl, arms tucked around his chest to ward off any unwanted attention in a ploy to seem intimidating.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s a market in the village tonight."

“And why do I really have to accompany you?”

“Because you’ve been cooped up in your office way too much. And because I wanted to go with you,” you twirled the ends of your coat mindlessly as you walked together. He thought you looked adorable.

The dark forest path was soon brightened by the cheery atmosphere of the village. You walked around the vendors, picking up all kinds of savory stuff that Enishi had to pay for. He didn't mind but he did start craving sweets the more he saw you gobble them up.

The ice-cream you were currently stuffing your face with looked tempting, so he leaned in to take a bite. You saw him approach and quickly moved the frozen dessert away from him. He tried again but you kept spinning around to keep it out of his reach, giggling at his failed attempts. That was until he got hold of your wrist, pulling the cone to his mouth, his other hand resting on your lower back to bring you closer. Your heart got stuck in your throat as you watched him bite into your ice cream, eyes gazing intensely into yours.

“Is this vanilla?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to speak in the fear that your voice will crack at the proximity between you.

“I like it," he said as he took another bite, his earlier sulkiness long gone. He looked like a child and you couldn't help the smile pulling at your lips.

“Of course you do. Go get one for yourself," you huffed and he let go of your hand.

"But it tastes better from you."

"Go buy another one while thinking of me."

"But that's not the same," he pouted. You shook your head at his antics, passing him the ice cream you were eating and he took it happily.

"You're such a child."

"You love me."

"Whatever floats your boat."

You left him conversing with a villager whilst you walked around the rest of the vendors. The jewelry stands pulled you in as they sparkled with all kinds of accessories, from wooden hair pins adorned with gems to rings embellished with semi-precious stones. There were even stacks on stacks of gold and silver.

You scanned all of them until one caught your eye, a silver earring with a bell attached twinkling in the silver pile. You picked it up and held it up to your eye level examining it. It strangely reminded you of Enishi, the same cold light reflecting off the charm the more you turned it around.

“Do you have someone on your mind?” asked the lady behind the stand. She was dressed modestly considering the expensive jewelry she was selling. Her hair was put up with a hair pin, simpler than the ones displayed on the stand.

“How did you know?”

“I can see compassion on your face. He’s probably someone really important to you.”

“Him? Pft. I don’t… I don’t think so?” you said looking at the earring. There was something about it that called to you. You tried to put it back down but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't look away from it. It felt like you were meant to hold it.

“That one is a special kind. It’s a token of good fortune, but it’s also meant for protection. If you follow its sound back to its owner you’re going to be protected from danger too.”

You rang the little bell in your hand and a timid chime greeted you. There was something about the sound that made you feel at peace, just like his presence. Your eyes peered back to Enishi who was still in his spot, this time helping a farmer fix the wonky leg of his cart. Once he made it stable enough, he stood back up and the farmer thanked him.

“He must be your soulmate.”

“Soulmate? I wouldn't put it that way.”

“You do feel a connection with him, don’t you?”

You couldn’t deny she was onto something. You and Enishi were so different, but something kept you together, like magnets pulling at each other. It was cliche but this bond existed. You nodded at the lady, wanting to humour her in hopes you’d find out why this bond felt so important.

“I can tell that you’re connected by something, be it the string of fate or something much more spiritual—“ she was cut off as the man in question made his presence known beside you.

“Are you trying to mess her brain too, witch?”

“Hey! Speak nicely to the lady,” you said slapping his arm.

“Ow. What was that for?" he muttered walking away like a scolded child. You shook your head at him, turning back to the lady to see her quite amused at the interaction.

"I haven't seen him like this before," she said smiling while looking in his direction. "He's always helping the villagers with all kinds of things, from gathering the crops to fixing their carriages. But in all that compassion there's this part of him that's shut off from the world. A coldness around his heart that's holding him prisoner," she said taking a hold of your hands.

"There's a warmth about you that might be just what his heart needs. Stay with him," she placed the earring in your palm, closing it around the small charm.

You knew there was truth to her words. Enishi was more than cold, he was arctic. His coldness could cut deep, but it was just a facade to protect his heart. People never batted an eye at his pain, looking at him like the only thing he could be is a monster, collecting souls for the underworld. But in the few weeks you've spent with him you realised that wasn't true.

He cares. He wants to help. And he does everything in his power to show that to the people who manage to get through to him.

“I’ll take it,” you whispered, handing the last coin in your saddle to the lady. If you could show your appreciation to him in some way it was with this small earring. At least for now.

“Good luck with him."

“Thanks! I’ll need it.”

You turned and ran to catch up with Enishi who was already heading in the direction of the woods, probably to get back to his work. It seemed like his social battery drained out fairly quickly today, judging by the small steps he took.

You fell in step by his side prodding about his earlier behaviour to the vendor lady.

“Why were you so rude to her?”

“Because she’s always spewing nonsense about spiritual stuff or whatever. It’s creepy," he spat out annoyed.

“What’s creepy is you being rude to someone just because you can’t understand them.”

That made him stop in his tracks. You kind of had a point. There was no reason for him to be snarky like that but it was a habit he couldn't let go of. He started being more mindful of it after spending more time with you as you corrected him and explained where he was wrong.

He looked at you as you walked beside him, hands full of pastries that he bought for you. He wouldn't admit it, but he was glad you took him with you to the market. He wasn't one to browse through stands unless he really had to buy food, but he enjoyed doing it with you for fun.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Enishi?”

"What?"

“Give me your hands.”

“What for?”

This brat. Why do you need a reason for everything?

“Just give them here,” you gestured, balancing the bags of pastries under your arm.

He stopped walking to face you, arms held out to you. You took hold of his palms, turning them upwards to put yours over his, fingers sneaking all the way to his wrists.

“What are you doing?” he asked lifting an eyebrow at you.

“Here,” you said as you slid them off, leaving the earring in his palm. The charm looked so small in his huge hand as he took to inspecting it. He rang the bell and a chime echoed back to him. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden gift.

"I thought you were broke."

"Well I am now," you laughed.

He remembered that the earring he usually had in his ear tarnished recently and he took it off, making a note to get a new one. But it seemed like you beat him to it.

“Put it on” you said shyly.

He clipped the charm in his ear giving it a try as he wiggled his head about. An image of a gray-haired cat playing with its collar popped in your head as you watched Enishi, his fingers playing around with the bell, the ghost of a smile present on his lips.

“I take it you like it," you giggled.

“I do. Thank you," he mumbled.

You nodded and made your way to the mansion with him following behind, the sound of the bell filling the silence of the night.

Maybe fate played a part in your meeting but only time would be able to tell. For now, you’re just coexisting in the same space. Later, who knows?

Thank you for reading! As always, comments, notes and reblogs are welcome :)

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Marriage or Arsenic?

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff, domestic, established relationship

Word count: 984

Content: no real warnings but they do pretend to poison each other so there are jokes about murder lmao

Summary: You and Taehyung have been happy for years even though you do wish he'd get on with it and just propose already. When a bit gets out of hand, you strike a deal.

A/N: in honour of our boy's birthday, I'm reposting my very first ever fic!!!!!!

“Yeobo!” Taehyung calls as he enters the apartment. He has called you that for years, but you’re not actually married and that’s fine. You’re not in any rush. There’s plenty of time for all that; you’re both still young, after all. Sure, a lot of couples do get engaged and married after less time than you’ve been together but what works for one couple won’t necessarily work for another and you guys are so happy as you are. It's fine! It's fine.

Would you love to marry Taehyung? Of course! It would be a dream! Would you love for him to propose to you? Of course! It keeps you up at night sometimes, dreaming about how he’d do it and what he’d say. You’ve even thought about proposing to him yourself, truth be told, but you know he’d be disappointed to not be the one to do it. And also, you’re fine waiting. It’s completely fine.

“Where are you?” he calls again.

“Shower!” you reply as you lather shampoo in your hair.

“How long have you been in?” His voice sounds closer now as he approaches the bathroom. “How much longer will you be?”

“It’s a Big Shower night tonight and I’ve only just started, so it’ll be a good half an hour before I’m out and dressed again.”

“Good,” you think you hear him mutter as he walks away.

Good? You wonder what he’s planning and try not to get ahead of yourself. He obviously would not propose without any warning like this, would he? You were planning to get straight into your pyjamas but should you put on real clothes instead? No, you decide not to let your brain go there. He probably just wants to know when he can use the shower. Probably. Yeah, probably…

As you pad into the kitchen, clean and tingling (and wearing pyjamas), you see Tae at the stove. His cooking has improved tremendously, and, as long as he keeps it simple, he can produce some truly edible food. Tonight, it’s fancified ramen.

“Special ramen,” Taehyung announces.

“And what’s so special about it?” you ask as you take two bowls from the cupboard.

“A secret ingredient.”

“Ah.” You nod, knowingly. “Arsenic?”

“Of course. But only in your bowl.”

He’s so good at playing it straight whereas your face splits into an enormous grin immediately. His complete conviction to deadpan used to throw you when you first met and resulted in a number of misunderstandings and miscommunications, but once you got to know each other, you realised that your rhythms ran to the same beat; you are completely in sync.

You place the two steaming bowls onto the dining table and Tae immediately switches them around with a shake of his head.

“This one is yours.”

You take a spoonful of broth, blow on it gently while he watches you intently and then you taste it.

“And how is it?” he asks.

“You know, that arsenic has really given it such a depth of flavour. Go on, you try some of yours.”

“But mine doesn’t have arsenic in!”

“Oh, doesn’t it? You think you’re the only one with access to arsenic? Honey, you should know me better than that by now.”

Mission accomplished: he breaks and grins back at you.

“Well, if I’d known it was going to the last night on earth for us both, I might have made something better,” he muses.

“I definitely didn’t think we’d go down like this, I have to say.”

You raise your bowls to each other and clink them together. Commitment to the bit. That’s what you love. Along with everything else.

*

Lying on the sofa in Taehyung’s arms, a film playing on the TV, you debate whether or not to just close your eyes for a little bit, have a rest. Without turning around and disturbing him, you can’t check, but you’re pretty sure Tae’s asleep already. You stretch out to the TV remote to turn it off and he shuffles behind you.

“Hey, I'm watching that,” he mumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Oh, damn; I thought the arsenic had got you. How long will it take, do you reckon?”

You settle back in his arms and close your eyes.

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping you go first so I know what I’m in for.”

“Of course, I will. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know you would; it’s why I’ll love yo-…” He chuckles. “I was going to say it’s why I’ll love you until death does us part, but given that we’re both going to die tonight, that’s not very long. I will love you until I die in this life and then I’ll love you in the next life and the next life and the one after that and the one after that.”

“The one after that?” You ask.

“No, not that one.” You know he’s joking. “I feel like I’ve loved you before, too, don’t you think? Like our souls knew each other even before we did.”

You feel the same: there is a deep-rooted connection between the two of you that you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

“And do you think we’ll get married in the next life?” you ask. You know that he knows that you want to get married; it’s not like you haven’t talked about it.

He laughs.

“Don’t you think we should get married in this one, first?”

“Well, yes, but it looks like we’re out of time now, doesn’t it?”

“Ok, let’s make a deal, then. If we both survive until tomorrow, I promise we can get married.”

You nod and ignore the way your heart picks up.

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

“Ok, good, now, be quiet, I’m trying to die in peace.”

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. Even if you really only get one lifetime with him, who could possibly complain?

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Only

Idol!Seonghwa x Reader

You come back from Vacation with your partner and as you're setting the home back up, he comes to a realization.

w/c: 1103 (I know it's short I'm sorry!!!!)

taglist: @hwaightme <3 &lt;3, @starillusion13, @yunbug

a/n: Finally! A Hwa-ne shot! Forgive me for the length! I love this one it's very very very fluffy, like practically tooth-rotting, I'm proud of it though. Inspiration for this is from me being super busy yesterday doing basic things and Only by LeeHi coming on, great song, mentioned probably a few times here. Hope you enjoy it!!!

Masterlist

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“Darling.” came his gentle voice. “We’re back home” he nudged me lightly softly waking me.

“Hmm?” I murmured returning to the real world from my light dreamscape.

“We’re home.” he smiled gently as I turned to look at him.

“Hello.” I smiled.

“Hello love.”

“You were in my dream.”

“Oh? Mind telling me what happened?”

“The usual, you were holding my hand as we were talking about our lives.”

“Old and married on the front porch? Just like you wanted?”

“Yes, you told me I about how radiant I looked in my wedding dress.”

“I’m sure you look stunning, I probably cried.”

“Oh you wouldn’t cry.”

“I would over you my dear.” he picked my hand up and kissed it. “Ready to return to normal life?”

“I guess so.” I chuckled and stretched slightly before getting out of the car. “I suppose we should start with laundry, then probably decide on dinner, I’m sure we need to straighten up, we certainly didn’t have time before we left…at least we took the trash out….probably need to clean out the fridge, make a grocery list. You know…the usual.”

“The usual.” he chuckled.

Everything felt good to start, he started cleaning out the fridge while I took the luggage and went to start on the laundry, luckily we got in early enough in the day to feel like we can do things. Seonghwa and I have been together going on three years now, we’ve had a few rough patches sure, it’s natural to have differing opinions you’re two individual people. I wouldn’t trade him for the world, he’s my whole world. Out of every difference or argument or anything of the sort we manage it. We did break up for a while at one point because we were both too stressed out and it…you know when something needs it’s time, like a good egg in your ramen. We tried again and I have never been more grateful for how patient and attentive he is. He made me a playlist when we decided to try again and we named a star after him for his birthday. He makes me feel loved and warm and so so important. He’s my whole world.

“Hwa?”

“Hmm?” he looked up from scrubbing a shelf.

“Mind if I turn on music?” I was hanging up laundry outside on the balcony.

“Go ahead.” he chuckled.

“Hwa?”

“Yes darling?”

“I love you.” I smiled and turned around. He doesn’t always say it back but I know he always shows it, sometimes I don’t give him the chance to say it back either.

I would hum along here and there to some of the songs, it was a day for our slower playlist, full of emotional songs and some we’d slow dance in the kitchen to at 3am waiting for fried chicken. I started to clean out one of the cabinet looking at what we could eat for dinner, we had some rice ready to microwave and looked like some Spam.

“Hwa? Do we have eggs still?”

“Yes.”

“Gochujang?”

“A staple.” he chuckled.

“We could do rice bowls tonight, any other protein besides Spam?”

“None that smelled edible.”

“Damn.” I chuckled.

“You don’t have to cook dear.”

“I want to, it’ll be like a welcome home, besides I always cook after you come back from tour.”

“Yes but this was a vacation together.”

“I know, but it feels right.” I pecked his cheek. “Okay well we’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

We made a list of the most important things we need from the store to get our fridge not so barren and went to a convenience store just to pick up what we could, like drinks and snacks.

“Finally. Now we’re home for the evening.” I said putting up the groceries and humming to the song currently playing over the computer speakers. “I’ll cook right after this is put away and hang up the last of the laundry.”

ONLY by LeeHi started playing and I was finally hanging the laundry and heating up the pan for eggs and spam. Seonghwa had stood up and watched as the song played gently.

Be my only one

이제는 숨기지 않고도 말할 수 있어

그렇게나 말하고 싶던 I say I love you

“y/n.”

I turned since he sounded so serious.

“I Love You, darling.” his eyes sparkled with what could only be described as pure adoration in that moment. He looked at me as if I had hung the moon and stars in the sky just so we could look at them together, he made his way to me a bright smile on his face, placing his things on the counter to scoop me into his arms.

“I love you too Seonghwa….why are you acting like you haven’t seen me for months.”

“I’m sure for the first time in forever, that I don’t want to loose you again my love. I don’t tell you nearly enough how much I love you.”

“Oh you tell me every chance you get.” I chuckled and he brought himself to my lips, I could smell the slight vanilla black orchid fragrance he wears and I could feel his smile and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Marry me.” he whispered resting his forehead against my own.

“What?” I chuckled.

“Marry Me?” he said louder. “I don’t have it right now but I’m sure I want to spend every waking moment with you my dear, My Only Love. Marry Me?”

“Of course idiot.” I said now feeling tears roll down my face, I really wasn’t expecting to get proposed to today.

“I Love You.” he smiled and kissed me again.

~18 Months Later~

“I couldn’t imagine a better first dance song than the one where I realized how absolutely in love with you I am my dear, Our forever starts now, until we’re old and sitting on that front porch and reminiscing about this day. I love you.” he smiled and came to take my hand as again, Only by LeeHi played once more.

“I didn’t think you’d actually cry at me walking down the aisle.” I whispered in his ear.

“I told you I would, you look beautiful my wife.” he smiled and the photographer certainly was getting everything we paid him for.

“Hopefully Hongjoong doesn’t get any embarrassing shots to blackmail you with.”

“Oh you know he’ll hold me crying like a baby over my head for years.” he chuckled. 

“Defintely.”

“To Our Forever?”

“Forever” I smiled and kissed him once again, as my husband, as my partner, as the love of my life. 

Forever.

My Only One.

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Chapter Eighteen

Back in Clontarf, I perch at the gleaming, marble island while Jude prepares dinner. I watch him doing it with undisguised interest, because he cooks the way that I imagine he makes art, fully absorbed, with precision and confidence, and completely and utterly in the flow of his own enjoyment. He connects his iPhone to a Bluetooth speaker and plays music for a while, until Ivy bursts in and complains that she can’t focus on her homework with all of the noise.

He switches it off for her, but even in the silence he moves around to the beat of the music in his head, with a smile on his face that only endures the more stupid questions I ask him about what he’s doing. He’s making a spice mix in a pestle and mortar, he’s coating the fillets in flour, that’s actually rose water, not vanilla, yes, he taught himself how to do this, those flowers are actually totally edible, they’re not just there to look good, so a shallot is actually stronger than an onion, that’s why he’s using it. He prepared a lot of it earlier, marinating fresh fish in harissa for hours, and par boiling the potatoes so that they’d be oven ready by the time we got home from visiting Jen, and when I ask him where he found the time to do all of this he explains that he was simply procrastinating, because he doesn’t want to write his thesis. 

We eat at the dining table with Ivy, who shovels the food into her mouth in the span of about five minutes despite her complaints about it tasting bad, and gives a series of very bored, one word answers to his questions about school in between mouthfuls. He reminds her that she should practise for her piano lesson tomorrow and tells her that he can’t collect her from afterschool hockey so she’ll have to get the bus. It occurs to me that this is perhaps the most un-sibling like relationship I’ve ever witnessed. Perhaps it’s a symptom of their age gap. 

“Where’re your parents tonight?” I query once Ivy rushes off to her bedroom to reconvene whatever teen girl things were interrupted by dinner, and he looks down at his plate. “Working late again.”

“Seems like they really like to work.”

“They sure do. Or they really like not having to be in this house.”

He’s said things like this to me before, these kind of vaguely troubling statements about his parents in very casual, matter of fact ways, as though they’re entirely absent and have no love for each other whatsoever, and this is something he finds normal. I’ve never asked him about it before, and something I’ve never quite been able to handle the idea of broaching, but now, since we’re… kind of, sort of going out with each other it suddenly feels important to know whether his expectations for his own relationships are different to his parents’ strange marriage.  

“What is it about them?”

“We don’t have to discuss these grim things about my family, it’s alright.”

“We don’t have to, but I think I’d like to know about it.”

He pushes his food thoughtfully around his plate. “They just shouldn’t have gotten married, I suppose. I think they meant well initially but it’s ultimately done more damage than good.” He glances towards the closed door and up towards the ceiling, where his sister is, and lowers his voice a little bit. “I think they’ll probably get a divorce as soon as Ivy finishes school.”

“Oh.”

“I’m the reason they’re married, and she’s the reason they’re still together. They had this amazing idea at one point that having another child would solve all of their issues, but now they’ve just trapped themselves in a bind for an extra nine years. They could be blissfully divorced by now, but they won’t do it until she’s moved out, because they don’t want to disrupt her schooling.” 

“How old were they when you were born?”

“Nineteen and twenty one.” 

“Oh, God.”

“Yep, big mistake. Whoops.” he tosses a chunk of potato into his mouth and leans back in his chair. “Mom finished school and went to stay with her aunt in America, took up a job at a department store in Albuquerque, hooked up with a med student at a bar on her first month there, and well…” He throws up his hands in mock celebration. “Here I am!”

“I suppose that being unmarried with a child wasn’t really an option for your mother at the time.” 

“No, not at all, I mean, she had come from catholic Ireland. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to live at home again unless she married the man from that bar.” The way he speaks about his father is strange, as though despite his presence in their lives, he’s still some random, nameless med student from San Bernardino. 

“And then what?” 

“Well, then my dad continued school, and my mom began her studies and my great aunt took care of me on and off until my dad got his doctorate degree. Then they had Ivy, on purpose, by the way, and when she was a baby we moved back here.” He shrugs. “That’s all.”

I breathe out a laugh. “You’re so cagey.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah it’s like you don’t want to talk about them, or your home life, like, ever.”

He doesn’t look like he’s all that bothered by my interrogation, he just gives me this self-effacing little smile. “Come on, Evie. It’s because this stuff is boring.” 

“I don’t think it’s boring at all.” 

“Well, okay. They didn’t want to be together, they shouldn’t have had kids, and they act like they never did because they barely parented either one of us. Has anyone ever told you that you’re bad at letting things drop?”

“Yeah, loads. Has anyone ever told you that you’re bad at talking about serious things?”

“Of course.” The corner of his mouth quirks up and he lifts my arm from the table to kiss the inner part of my wrist. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“Yes, you. Tell me what it was like for you when you were growing up.” 

“I’ve told you loads about my childhood already though.” 

“Yeah, you have, and I loved hearing about how badly behaved you were and what it felt like to live in America, but I wish you’d get into the guts of it, the real stuff.”

“The real stuff?”

“The stuff that makes you so clearly sad. You get that look on your face whenever it comes up.”

He hasn’t let go of my wrist, and now his thumb is gently stroking the skin that he kissed a moment before while he stares out into the garden through streak-free glass patio doors, and he chews on his lip before deciding to speak. “Well, when Ivy was born I stopped being a kid, I suppose. My parents didn’t have a lot of interest in caring for either of us, and I was lucky, because my great aunt in Albuquerque did all of that for them when I was little, but when we moved here the support system really fell away. Nobody had considered that. We have my mom’s parents, but they’re about as warm as she is, and even though we’d be dumped over to theirs at the weekends, it wasn’t like we had especially fun or memorable times. Usually we’d get some bucket of crap toys from the seventies and whatever was on the three TV channels that they had. They were okay, but Ivy was a really nervous toddler. She didn’t like being around unfamiliar people, to the point that our grandmother would have to roll her bottles down the hallway to where she was hiding at the bottom of the stairs so that she’d drink anything at all. She just screamed whenever either of our grandparents came near her. It just wasn’t working out, so we eventually stopped having to go, and by then, when I was like eleven, it just made sense that I’d look after her instead.”

“What did that involve?”

“Everything. Feeding her, dressing her, putting her to bed, shopping for food, toys, eventually bringing her to the creche. She used to go to the childminders while I was at school, but only until I finished at three or four o’clock, and then I’d swing by and get her. A child collecting another child, like, I don’t know if they’d let that kind of thing happen anymore, but it was a small family run childminders, the kind of lawless place where they have this one old granny looking after about twelve children in her house and everything and anything goes. My mom used to come home and cook dinner for a while, but she was delighted when I got old enough to do that for her too. It meant she could stay out of the house for longer and do whatever she used to do. Have affairs or whatever.” He huffs out a laugh. “I mean, I really don’t know if that was ever the case but I wouldn’t be that surprised. Everything got really confined because of Ivy, you know? I always had to be home, and helping, and collecting and living my life on this schedule while all the other teenagers were just being blissfully selfish and… just teenagers.”

“But you had time to yourself, surely?”

“Yeah, at night when my parents were finally home from work, but I mean, yeah, it wasn’t about not having time to do hobbies or hang out with my friends, it was about having to do it at all. It was about having to consider those things. Nobody should have to parent their siblings, it was really stifling and really unfair. If my parents wanted another child then they should have been prepared to take care of her. You can’t just offload that responsibility onto the older child. I resented it, and I still do.”

I spear my fingers into the side of his hair and run my hand down the back of his head. “That’s why you went to Berlin.” 

“I just didn’t want to do it anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have ever had to.”

“Right.” He hesitates and his teeth rake over his lower lip, pulling the skin until it’s taut and white. “I just feel like going to Berlin was the most selfish thing I could have possibly done though.”

“No way.” I say. “It forced your parents to do what they should have been doing all along, and look after your sister.” 

“Yeah but it didn’t really do that. I look at Ivy now, and she’s doing a lot of those things I used to do for her all on her own. My parents never stepped up like I hoped they would, so she’s just becoming another teenager with too many responsibilities, and parents that will divorce as soon as they can and leave her without a solid base to come home to when she’s in college. And then, you know, on the other hand I think about Jen, and how bad everything has become for her and I know that if I’d stayed, and if I’d been here for her then maybe I could have-”

“It’s no use thinking that, Jude. You had to be on your own for once. You can’t hold up the whole world on your shoulders.”

“I’m selfish.” His voice is acidic, and the moment I feel his fingers loosen on me I grab a hold of his sleeve, because all of a sudden it feels vitally important to keep a connection between us.

“You didn’t get a proper childhood. I’d be even more selfish if I were you. You need to be doing the things that you want to do, seeing the world, partying with your friends, all of that stuff that you’ve been doing for the last four years. It’s all food for your soul.” 

“You’re too forgiving of me. It’s okay to say that I’ve been generally inconsiderate.”

“You’re way too hard on yourself.” I say quietly. “And you know that’s not true. You’re a good person, and you were always so nice to me, even when I was quiet and shy. You made an effort to talk to me at that time that Jen invited me to that modern art exhibition in Dublin, and you made me feel so included and asked so many questions about me even though I felt so nervous around you both.”

“I feel like that’s the least anyone could have done.” He says sulkily, as though he doesn’t really feel like being talked out of his mood. “The more I dwell on it the more I think there is something seriously wrong with me. Something that should have been figured out a lot earlier, but like, here I am, a twenty two year old, in the final months of my final year at college and I feel a bit… I dunno, lost, or something. I’m floundering, and I don’t really know who I am anymore. I swore I had it figured out at eighteen but now that seems laughable to me.”

“Nobody tells you how weird it is to be in your twenties.” I declare. “They insist that it’s amazing and fun and you’ll have all of this independence, but actually it feels strange and vulnerable, and there’s no rule book about how to navigate your way through it. One day you’re a stupid teenager and the next you live on your own and you have to know how to use the city bus and remember the pin of a debit card.”

“Yeah.” 

“It’s alright that you find it hard, is all I’m saying, and I for one, feel like I truly knew nothing about being an adult. To be honest sometimes I get a bit freaked out by how lost I feel. But then I try not to think about it, and I just go on with my day.”

“That’s your advice?” He says, with the hint of a smile threatening to crack through the gloom. “Just don’t think about it?”

“Probably shouldn’t be, should it?”

“I think that’s terrible advice, Evie.”

“Well that’s all I have for you.”

He leans into me and lightly kisses my jaw before going back to his food, and the featherlight touch of his lips sends shivers right down to my toes. “Well I think we should think about hard things.” He says. “I think that ignoring them only gives them more power, actually.”

“Maybe some things aren’t meant to be processed now. They’re meant for later.”

“How much later?”

“I don’t know. Just later.” I push the last of my dinner onto my fork and into my mouth and try not to feel self-conscious about the fact that he’s watching me like I’m under a spotlight. 

“I just want you to know that if you ever wanted to talk to me about any of the things that happened you in first year then-”

My chair makes a hideous scraping noise against the parquet floor. “Do you have any pictures of you when you were small?” I say, wiping my hands on the thighs of my jeans, and he blinks. “Um. Why?”

“Just when we were talking about your childhood, like,” I stack his empty plate on top of mine. “I was wondering to myself what you might have looked like as a little boy. That’s all.”

“There are some, somewhere yeah. I can root them out if you want.”

“I’d love that, would you mind?” I hastily pack things away in the dishwasher, and I put the plates in crookedly, and I can’t find where the cutlery goes, and Jude is there, and he takes the forks out of my hands and gingerly places them into the sink. 

“It’s fine. Leave it.” He says. “Come into the living room, I’ll get the baby photos out.”

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[ateriblewriter]

The Cheese to My Macaroni (r.h)

warnings: anxiety, panic (nothing to bad)

Enjoy!

You were extremely nervous to say the least. This was the first that you were actually going to have Ryan inside your home. Everything had to be perfect. After one month of dating you certainly didn’t want him to think you were a slob. You were falling for this guy.

On top of making sure your place was in tip top shape, you were going to make him dinner. You were aiming for something more extravagant, but you ended up planning something more simple like chicken with honey carrots, roasted potatoes. If you had time you were going to possibly make a cake.

You have every intention of making everything. But the universe had other plans for you.

Almost anything and everything that could possibly go wrong with dinner went wrong. You fell asleep and didn’t have time to clean, rendering your house messy in your eyes. And when it came to the food, everything was wrong.

The carrots looked fine on the outside, but when you tasted them they were all wrong. So they were tossed. On top of that, on your way to work that day you had forgotten to turn on the crockpot for the chicken. Needless to say it was still raw by the time you came home. Not to mention the cake that you attempted to make never got made.

The only thing that was potentially edible were the potatoes. But in your mind you can’t only serve the man you may love only potatoes. You needed something more that wasn’t possible in the time that you had.

In your panicked state you came up with the most logical thing to do at this point in time.

“Hey Ryan.” You started off the voicemail you were leaving for him. “You’re probably just getting home, but I’m going to have to cancel tonight. It’s um, just not going to work out tonight.” You tried keeping your voice nice and even, hoping that the anxiety wasn’t showing through your voice.

Ryan heard right through it and it worried him. After being let go for the day, he raced over to the address you had given him. Something must have been really bothering you for you to be sounding like that. He had his fingers crossed that he could make the woman of his dreams feel a bit better.

The knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. Who would be here at this hour? It couldn’t have been Ryan, maybe it was one of your neighbors drunk off their asses trying to get into the wrong home again. That happened more often that you’d like to admit.

Whoever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with them right now. But you did anyway.

“Hey.” Ryan’s form embraced yours almost instantaneously after you opened the door.

“What are you doing here? I thought I canceled tonight.” You fought the urge to push him out the door. You looked like a mess and the apartment didn’t look much better.

“I know. But you didn’t sound too good over the phone. I thought I’d come and make sure you were alright.” He looked over the place. Your place was small but enough room for what you needed. He loved it.

“Uh. I’m fine.” You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill, your anxiety still flying through the roof. Why did this man have to be so nice and considerate? He was perfect.

“No you’re not, Y/N. You called tonight off and you never do that.” He tilted his head to the side, a worried expression falling onto his face. “What’s wrong? You can tell me. If you want.”

“I um I …” You started to defend your previous response. Looking into Ryan’s beautiful eyes you knew you could trust him. So you let it out. You told him about what happened with the dinner. “... And that’s why I canceled.”

“You know I love you no matter what?” Ben pulled you into another embrace and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. “I don’t care that your place is a mess, which it really isn’t, or that your meal didn’t turn out. All I want to do is be with you.”

You were momentarily distracted by his words. He said he loved you. He never said that before. He probably didn’t even realize what he had said, judging by the look on his facial features.

“Alright.” You finally let a smile show through. “What do you want to do now?”

“Well. Do you have anything that’s edible? Besides potatoes.” He teased looking over at your small kitchen.

“I think I might have some noodles in the cupboard. And maybe some cheese.” You give him a shrug. “We could always order something. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No. I know the perfect thing we can make.” He headed for what he thought was the cupboard that contained the aforementioned noodles. “We’re making macaroni and cheese. Together. Got it?”

“Ry?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too.” You kissed the man with all you had. This couldn’t have been a more perfect moment.

please let me know what y’all think. i’d love to hear any thoughts, comments, or complaints.

[sorryseraphim]

sweet beginnings

It has been days since she and her siblings last ate dinner. Whatever scraps she could find inside the kitchen, she had tried to turn them into something edible, mainly to avoid the whining of her youngest sister, Paulina, or simply for their stomachs to be filled.

It has been weeks since their parents died. The community gathered around her and her four young siblings, delivered food, took them to school, and even guarded their house when she relived the tale of seeing a monster eat her mother’s heart. To make them safe, or at least give Perdita a headstart to gather her thoughts and strategize a way for them to survive. 

She was only four and ten. 

Sure, there is her parent's flower shop to sustain them. But it is not enough to feed five mouths with no adult supervision. If it could, her parents would not be involved in some shady business that ultimately got them killed. She could still remember the monsters’ crimson eyes hovering on top of her mother's corpse, sending chills down her spine. This is not the time to be weak, she thought. She needs to bring dinner tonight for her siblings.

Lingering down the public market, her attention was fixed upon the fruit stalls that piled up next to a traveling salesman, busy talking to busygoers about pieces of jewelry from afar. She was particularly interested in the plump, ripe mangoes in the lowest container. Her mouth watered at the thought of its juicy flesh, the memory of the sweet, tangy flavor filling her mouth. She thought of her mother’s mango pie and her father’s crushed mango syrup, usually served when they can spare a bit of money. 

Her thoughts somehow let her hand wander, moving on its own to pocket at least one of the foreign fruits she so loved. I’m fast enough, she thought. She could outrun the lady tending to the stall. Just as she was about to put one mango inside her pocket, she heard a tutting sound. 

Quickly glancing around, she saw another young kid leaning on a lamppost, looking directly at her. Is that a boy or a girl? She thought, but whoever it was, they were about her height, maybe the same age, too. They were wearing baggy trousers and shirt a few sizes larger than their frame, making it hard for Perdita to determine if it was a boy or a girl. The hair, the color of dawn kissing the horizon, was all over the kid’s face, yet they were eyeing Perdita and the mango in her hand, which she had now slowly put back to where she had taken it.

“That was too big for you to steal. You’re going to get caught.” A shrilly voice came from the kid's mouth; a girl, now approaching Perdita, dusting her pants and smirking at her. Suddenly, the ground became more interesting for Perdita as the girl dragged her away from the fruit stall to a nearby bench, a few steps away from the lamppost where she saw the girl. She can’t stop the blood rushing to her cheeks, embarrassment taking over her body. A few tears had started to pool her eyes, a few quiet sobs escaping her lips.

“Hey, I’m not going to tell anybody.” The other girl told her, her smirk leaving her face as she looked at Perdita, lips trembling from fear. Slowly looking up at her, Perdita’s tears started to fall, relief washing over her panic as the strange kid. 

“I just need my siblings to have dinner.” She replied quietly between sobs, her hands wiping tears that wouldn’t stop streaming. 

“Are you dumb? You can’t feed your siblings with one mango.” The girl replied harshly, holding her by the shoulders as she stared directly at her. Scrunching her nose at Perdita’s silent weeping, she rolled her eyes and sighed. “Wait here.”

Watching her march away from her, Perdita’s first thought was to run far away from the market and forget the whole ordeal. It was bad enough that someone caught her about to steal, but it was even worse to be called out that she would not have a chance at stealing. She continued to wipe her face, her sobs subsiding as she tried looking for the girl. 

She was out of sight, nowhere to be found on the buzzing market. Her fear started to climb again, thinking that the girl might have looked for an officer or, worse, someone who would take away her siblings to an orphanage, separating all five of them.

Just as she was about to stand up, the girl suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye, casually walking towards her, handing her a knapsack that she had been carrying behind her. 

“What is this?” Perdita asked shyly. Still staring at the girl, who is now looking over their shoulders, dragging her again, this time away from the crowd towards the street leading her home. 

“Dinner.” The girl replied bluntly, whistling afterward as she linked her arms to Perdita, who was staring at her in surprise as she tried to open the bag with her delicate hands. Looking inside, she found multiple types of bread, a few vegetables, a bottle of milk, and some herbs, all too expensive for her to repay the girl.

“I can’t pay you. I don’t have the money.” She replied hastily, her words fumbling as she spoke. The girl just smiled at her, a toothy grin exposing a gap in her teeth. 

“You don’t need to repay me. I stole it.” 

“W-what?”

“It’s our secret. I know how it feels to lose a mom. I still have my dad, though, but moms are different.” The kid said as they halted walking, Perdita now noticing they were in front of her parent's flower shop as they spoke. 

“Wait, how do you know I don’t have any parents? And how did you steal this? Why did you steal it?” Perdita asked one after another. The other girl just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“You asked too many questions. Just a thank you is enough.”

“But you stole it!”

“Do you want me to bring it back?” Her tone was now a bit irritated from Perdita’s remark.

Perdita pondered for a moment. The other girl was really strange, but she had helped her with her problem. The contents of the knapsack would go a long way; she could find another way to sustain her siblings without stealing soon. 

“Thank you.” Perdita softly said. Her eyes were still on the ground, her fingers fidgeting on the bag's knots as she waited for the other girls’ response. 

“I’ll ask my pops if I can share some of my loot with you tomorrow.” The other girl said as she began walking away from her.

“Wait, you don’t need to! I don’t know your name or how to repay you!” Perdita called out, clutching hard on the knapsack as she watched the distance between them become wide.

“I just need a few flowers from you soon! You can call me Portia!” The strange girl shouted back before running towards the end of the street, becoming a tiny entity in Perdita’s vision.

Suddenly, a sense of relief washed her entire body as she looked back at the knapsack that Portia gave her. It was more than enough for them; she could make do and extend a few of the ingredients she gave her. Rummaging inside to check what else was there, her eyes started to swell again with tears as she brought out one plump mango. 

It was enough to lighten the heavy burden she was carrying for weeks. The mango she has so loved, given to her by Portia, is more than enough to bring back the smile on her face.

[hypnified]

It's not gonna be structured, I'm just gonna roll switching from oc to oc.

I feel like Barks would never sleep at night because he would just think about all the brothers he couldn’t save after every mission. But even when he sleeps willingly it doesn't last long.

If Bear were to ever get in a relationship he could never sleep after an argument, he won't sleep until everything has been settled.

Storm probably has the most tattoos out of all my clones, but they all happen to be dedicated to the brothers he's lost. He almost got one dedicated to Barks.

Put Skunker and Barks in a room, and I can assure you that Skunker is leaving with a dislocation (Barks didn't do it.)

Bear drinks enough caf to probably kill a person, but he'd deny it. "This is my first cup today." I can confirm that would be a lie, he's probably drunk two, maybe three.

Erix has a bullet in a necklace given by Skunker the first time they met, the other Skunker jokingly said "Next time you annoy me this is gonna go in your forehead" and Erix kept it just to annoy him.

Bear would give droids pronouns I think

Storm will literally hit Barks for no reason and when Barks hits back, Storm screams for Rex

Barks will try to explode you with his mind if you annoy him

Barks: "snapping my back like a glow stick would solve all my problems."

Storm absolutely FACEPLANTED the first time he stepped off a gunship for the first time. Nobody let's him live it down. The next time he did it was in front of Anakin

Erix will do something, blame Storm and boom Barks and Storm argue. He loves it.

Erix cusses like a sailor

Skunker admires Barks and Rex for putting up with the chaos

Skunker bombards waxer, boil and wooley with jokes

Bear bites off more than he can chew

Now some incorrect quotes:

Barks: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Barks: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Barks: Go big or go home.

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Barks: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Barks: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

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Barks: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Storm: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

Storm: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

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Storm: Is this a good idea?

Storm: Probably not.

Storm: Do I care?

Storm: No.

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Erix: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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Storm: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

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Erix: Barks, gather the others. We need to have another Storm -is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

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Barks: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic.

Erix: What’s the difference then?

Barks: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.

Storm: Note to self; never get shot.

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Barks: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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Barks: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Barks: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.

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Erix: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Barks, turning to Storm: How tall are you?

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Storm: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Barks: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Storm: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Erix: Edible.

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Erix: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Storm: Well, that would such because you can't microwave metal.

Barks: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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Erix: Pros and cons of dating me.

Erix: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Erix: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Phoenix: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Phoenix: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

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Lazarus: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Lazarus, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

[abbygrabska]

Fear Her

I follow the Doctor out of the Tardis.

There’s a Shayne Ward poster advertising his greatest hits album tacked onto a fence.

“So, near future?” “I had a passing fancy. Only it didn’t pass, it stopped.”

We walk down the road with a ‘London 2012’ banner.

“30th Olympia.” I link my arm through his, “This is great.” He beams, “Only seems like yesterday a few naked Greek blokes were tossing a discus about… wrestling each other in the sands with crowds stood about, begging… no, wait a minute… that was Club Med.” He laughs at his joke, nudging me, “Just in time for the opening doo dah, ceremony… tonight, I thought you’d like that. The last one they had in London was dynamite. Wembley, 1948. I loved it so much and watched it all over again. Fella carrying the torch… lovely chap, what was his name?” I notice several missing posters tacked to the lamppost, moving closer to investigate, while the Doctor carries on oblivious.

“Doctor…”

He rambles on.

“Doctor?”

He continues.

“You should look.”

“Do you know those, those things?” He finally walks over to me, “Nobody else in this entire galaxy’s ever even bothered to make edible ball bearings. Genius.” He reads the posters, “What’s taking them, do you think?” He looks around the street, “Snatching children from a thoroughly ordinary street like this. Why’s it so cold…?” Is something reducing the temperature…?”

“It says they all went missing this week? What would do something like this?” I turn at the sound of a door opening, a woman dumps a recycling sack on the pavement outside her house and hurries back inside.

“Whatever it is, it’s got the whole street scared to death. Doctor, what…?” I turn to look at the Doctor, but he’s already at the other end of the road.”

I hurry along the road, a car jolts to a stop as the engine gives up. Stopping to watch there’s a council worker, approaching the vehicle.

“There you go. Fifth today. Not natural, is it?” “I dunno what happened, I had it serviced less than a month ago.”

“Nah, don’t even try and explain it, mate. All the cars are doing it. And do you know what? It’s bonkers. Bonkers.” The driver gets out of the car.

“Come on then, pal. I’ll help you shift it. The quicker you’re on the way, the happier you’ll be.” The two of them start to push the car.

“Do you want a hand?” I ask.

“No, we’re all right, love.” I grin, “No you’re not. I’m tougher than I look, honest.”

I position myself behind the car and help push. The engine suddenly springs to life, causing the councilman to fall over.

“Does this happen a lot?” “Been doing it all week.” He grunts.

“Since those children started going missing?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” “Every car cuts out. The council is going nuts. I mean, they’ve given this street the works. Renamed it… I’ve been tarmacking every pothole…” He gestures proudly, “Look at that. Beauty, init? Yep! And all that is because that Olympic Torch comes right by the end of this close. Just down there. Everything’s got to be perfect, ain’t it? Only it ain’t.” “It takes ‘em when they’re playing.” “What makes them?”

“Danny… Jane… Dale… snatched in the blink of an eye.” I can hear the Doctor pleading to a man, who looks about to beat him up.

“We’ve had plenty of coppers poking around here, and you don’t look, or sound, like any of them.”

The Doctor points at me, “See, look! I’ve got a colleague!”

I give the man a wave.

“Well, she looks more like a copper than you do at least.” The Doctor brandishes the psychic paper at the man.

“What are you going to do?” “The police have knocked on every door, no clues, no leads, nothing.”

“Look, kids run off sometimes, all right? That’s what they do…”

“Dale Hixon in your garden, playing with your Tommy, and then…!” The old woman mimics something disappearing, “Right in front of me, like he was never there! There’s no need to look any further than this street. It’s right here amongst us.” “Why don’t we…” The Doctor starts.

“Why don’t we start with him.” A neighbor points at the councilman, “There’s been all sorts like him in this street, day and night.” “Fixing things up for the Olympics!” Everyone starts shouting at each other.

I cover my ears, “SHUT UP!”

They all stop.

“Now then. In the last six days, three of your children have been stolen. Snatched out of thin air, right?” The Doctor asks.

The old woman raises her hand, and the Doctor motions for her to go ahead.

“Look around you… this was a safe street ‘til it came. It’s not a person. I’ll say it if no one else will. Maybe you’re coppers, maybe you’re not. I don’t care who you are. Can you please help us?” I notice a little girl watching us from the window.

The assumed mother notices me watching and turns around to look up at the window before hurrying back inside.

The Doctor and I stand outside the man’s house, the Doctor is sniffing around the front lawn like a drug dog.

“Can you smell it?” I smell the air.

“What does it remind you of?” “Metal.”

The Doctor nods, “Mm-hm!” The Doctor waves to the man before we exit the yard.

We walk down a narrow alleyway.

“Danny Edwards cycled in one end but never came out the other.” He seems to feel something again, “Whoa, there it goes again!” He shows me the back of his hand, “Look at the hairs on the back of my manly hairy hand.” I inhale again, “And there’s that smell… it’s like a… burnt fuse plug or something.” “There’s a residual energy in the spots where the kids vanished. Whatever it was, it used an awful lot of power to do this.”

I’m walking a few paces behind the Doctor when I notice a ginger cat.

“Aren’t you a beautiful boy?”

I pet him, “My grandma use to have one like you.” The cat meows.

I turn and see the Doctor watching uncomfortably.

“What?” “I’m not a cat person. Once you’ve been threatened by one in a nun’s wimple, it kind of takes the joy out of it.” The cat wanders over to a cardboard box.

“Come here, baby.”

The cat climbs inside the box.

“What do you wanna go in there for?” There’s a whooshing sound, and the cat’s meow echoes slightly. I peer inside the box, it’s empty.

“Doctor?” He hurries over to me.

I stand up as the smell hits me.

He waves the smell away and picks up the empty cardboard box, “Iron residue. Blimey! That takes some doing!” He turns the box around, impressed, “Just to snatch a living organism out of space/time. I’m impressed.”

“So the cat’s been transported?”

“It can harness huge reserves of ionic power.” He points out, “We need to find the source of that power.” He looks around, “FInd the source and you will find… whatever has taken to stealing children and fluffy animals. See what you can see.” He taps me on the shoulder, “Keep ‘em peeled, Abby.” I nod, and he walks off.

I walk down a dead end. It’s eerily quiet except for a dog barking. Something crashes from inside one of the garages. I turn. The initial crash is followed by several smaller ones as I approach the garage door.

“Is that you kitty? Are you trapped?” There is a sound of something metal rolling along the floor from within. I put my ear against the door, and jump back at the sound of another crash.

I open the door and get attacked by a violent tangle of wires, making a strange buzzing sound.

I fall backward.

“Stay still!” The Doctor runs to me, pointing the sonic screwdriver at the giant scribble, and it convulses, collapsing into a small ball that falls into my hand.

The Doctor stands over me, “Okay?” He holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

“Yeah, thanks.” “No problem.” We both look at the object in my hand.

“I’ll give you a fiver if you can tell me what the hell it is.” He pokes it with the sonic screwdriver, “Cause I haven’t the foggiest.”

“Was it alive?”

He takes it from my hand, “Nope. It’s animated by energy. The same energy that’s snatching people.” He throws it up and down, “That is so dinky! The go-anywhere creature. Fits in your pocket… makes friends, impresses the boss… breaks the ice at parties…” He puts it in his pocket.

I laugh as we walk off.

The Doctor has put the object on the Tardis console for analysis.

“Oh, hi ho, here we go. Let’s have a look.” We watch the computer screen, which displays Gallifreyan symbols.

“Get out of here…” He takes a pencil from his pocket and holds the object out before him. He uses the eraser at the end of the pencil to rub out part of the object, “It is! It’s graphite! The same material as an HB pencil.” “I was attacked by a pencil scribble?” “Scribble creature.” He sniffs at it, “Brought into being with ionic energy. Whatever we’re dealing with, it can create things as well as take them. But why make a scribble creature?!”

“Maybe it was a mistake? I mean, you scribble over something when you wanna get rid of it. Like a drawing.” I realize something, “Like a child’s drawing.” He glances at me, “You said it was in the street.”

“Probably.” “The girl, something about her gave me the creeps, even her mom looked scared of her.”

“Are you deducing?” He leans in.

“I think I am.”

The door opens.

“Hello! I’m the Doctor and this is Abby. Can we see your daughter?” “No! You can’t.” The woman says.

“Okay! Bye.”

We start to walk away.

“Why?” We turn in unison.

“Why do you want to see Chloe?”

“Well, there’s some interesting stuff going on in the street, and I just thought, well, we thought, that she might like to give us a hand.” “Sorry to bother you.” “Yeah, sorry. We’ll let you get on with things. On your own. Bye again!” We turn and start to walk off again.

“Wait!”

We turn again.

The expression on the woman’s face is helpless.

“Can you help her?”

The Doctor smiles, “Yes, I can.”

I sit down on the sofa, while the Doctor flings his coat down next to me.

“She stays in her room, most of the time. I try talking to her, but it’s like trying to speak to a brick wall. She gives me nothing, just asks to be left alone.”

“What about Chloe’s dad?” “Chloe’s dad died a year ago.” Trish seems uncomfortable with the topic.

“I see.” “Well! Let’s go and say hi!” The Doctor speaks brightly.

“I should check on her first… she might be asleep.”

“Why are you afraid of her, Trish?” “I want you to know before you see her that she’s a great kid.” “I’m sure she is.” “She’s never been in trouble at school… you should see her report from last year. As and Bs.” She smiles at me, proud.

I smile back, “Can I use your toilet?”

She nods.

I leave the room, going up the stairs.

On the landing, there's a shadow blocking out the light from the crack beneath Chloe’s bedroom door, and there is the sound of movement from within.

I hide in a nearby cupboard, watching Chloe leave her room, and hear her go down the stairs.

I exit the cupboard and enter Chloe’s bedroom, looking at the hundreds of drawings covering the walls.

The wardrobe doors rattle and I jump, nearly knocking over a pencil holder. There’s a drawing of a boy, baring his teeth at me.

There’s another rattling from the wardrobe. I slowly open the door, peering inside. The wind is rustling the clothes. I part the clothes to see the back of the wardrobe, and a red light floods the space, reflecting off my face. There’s a picture of an angry bearded man, the light is coming from his eyes.

“I’m coming…”

“Doctor!”

He runs into the room, slamming the wardrobe doors.

“What the hell was that?” Trish asks.

“A drawing of an angry man.” “What man?” She tries to open the doors, but I stop her.

“What’ve you been drawing?” “I drew him yesterday.” “Who?” “Dad.”

“Your dad? But he’s long gone. Chloe, with all the lovely things in the world, why him?” “I dream about him, staring at me.” “I thought we were putting him behind us. What’s the matter with you?” “We need to stay together.” “Yes, we do.”

“No. not you. Us. we need to stay together and then it’ll be all right.” Trish goes over to her, putting her hands on her daughter’s cheek. Chloe flinches.

“Trish, the drawings, have you seen what Chloe’s drawings can do?” I ask.

She speaks coldly, “Who permitted you to come into her room? Get out of my house.” “Tell us about the drawings, Chloe.” “I don’t wanna hear any more of this.” But that drawing of her dad… I heard a voice. He spoke.” “He’s dead. And these, they’re kids’ pictures. Now get out!”

“Chloe has power. And I don’t know how, but she used it to take Danny Edwards. Dale Hicks, she’s using it to snatch the kids.” “Get out.”

“Have you seen those drawings move?” “I haven’t seen anything.” She denies.

“Yes, you have. Out of the corner of your eye.” Trish turns to him, “No.”

“And you dismissed it, because what choice do you have when you see something you can’t possibly explain?” The Doctor moves over to her, “You dismiss it, right? And if anyone mentions it, you get angry, so it’s never spoken of, ever ag…” “She’s a child…” “And you’re terrified of her. But there’s no one to turn to, because who’s gonna believe the things you see out of the corner of your eye? No one. Except me.” “Who are you?”

“I’m helping.”

Back in the kitchen, the Doctor swipes a jar of marmalade off the counter, unscrews the lid, dips his fingers into it, and starts sucking the jam off. I clear my throat. He pauses, and I shake my head at him, mouthing ‘no’. The Doctor glances at Trish who is just staring at him. He meekly replaces the lid and pushes the jar behind him.

“Those pictures, they’re alive. She’s drawing people and they end up in her pictures.” “Ionic energy. Chloe’s harnessing it to steal those kids and place them in some kind of holding pen made up of ionic power.”

“And what about the dad from hell in her wardrobe?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? He’s dead.” “Well, he’s got a very loud voice for a dead man.” “If living things can become drawings, then maybe drawings can become living things…” He suddenly shivers violently, “Chloe’s real dad is dead, but not the one who visits her in her nightmares. That dad seems very real. That’s the dad she’s drawn and he’s a heartbeat away from crashing into this world.” “She always got the worst of it when he was alive.” “Doctor, how can a twelve-year-old girl be doing any of this?” He speaks after a pause, “Let’s find out.” He strides off.

We enter Chloe’s bedroom. She’s sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The Doctor stands before her, looking down at her.

She says nothing but does the ‘live long and prosper’ sign.

“Nice one.” He kneels in front of her, holding her head in his hands, fingers on her temples.

Her eyes roll in her head for a moment before closing. He closes his own eyes before Chloe suddenly falls backward on the bed.

“There we go…” Trish moves towards them in concern, “I can’t let him do this…”

I stop her, “It’s okay. Trust him.”

The Doctor straightens up, “Now we can talk.”

When Chloe speaks, her voice comes out as a strange whisper.

“I want Chloe. Wake her up. I want Chloe.” “Who are you?” The Doctor asks.

“I want Chloe Webber!” “What’ve you done to my little girl?” “Doctor, what is it?” The Doctor slowly walks around the bed, all while looking down at Chloe, “I’m speaking to you. The entity that is using this human child. I request parley in compliance with the Shadow Proclamation.” “I don’t care about shadows or parley.” “So what do you care about?” “I want my friends.” The Doctor kneels by her, “You’re lonely, I know. Identify yourself.” “I am one of many. I travel with my brothers and sisters. We take an endless journey. A thousand of your lifetimes. But now I am alone. I hate it. It’s not fair. And I hate it!” Her eyes snap open.

“Name yourself!”

“Isolus.” “You’re Isolus. Of course.” “Our journey began in the Deep Realms when we were a family.” She is drawing on a piece of paper next to her on the bed whilst speaking.

“What’s that?” The drawing begins to take shape.

“The Isolus Mother, drifting in Deep Space.” He stands, “See, she jettisons millions of fledgling spores. Her children. The Isolus are empathetic beings of intense emotions, but when they’re cast off from their mother, their empathic link, their need for each other, is what sustains them. They need to be together. They cannot be alone.” “Our journey is long.” “The Isolus children travel, each inside a pod. They ride the heat and energy of solar tides. It takes thousands of years for them to grow up.”

“Thousands of years just floating through space… I’m sure you play lots of games to pass the time.” I smile, “All that ionic energy must make wonderful worlds for you.” “Why did you come to Earth?” “We were too close.”

She rips the piece of paper she is drawing off the pad and starts a new one.

“That’s a solar flare from your sun. would’ve made a tidal wave of solar energy that scattered the Isolus pods.” “Only I fell to Earth. My brothers are sisters are left up there. And I cannot reach them. So alone.” “Your pod crashed… where is it?” “My pod was drawn to heat… And I was drawn to Chloe Webber. She was like me. Alone. She needed me. And I, her.”

The Doctor strokes Chloe’s head, “You empathized with her. You wanted to be with her because she was alone like you.”

“I want my family. It’s not fair.” “I understand. You wanna make a family. But you can’t stay in this child it’s wrong. You can’t steal any more friends for yourself.” “I am alone.” There is another thump from the wardrobe.

“I’m coming to hurt you.” Chloe starts to shake and tremble in fear, although her face remains impassive. There is a pounding on the door of the wardrobe.

“Trish, how do you calm her?” I ask, “When she has nightmares, what do you do?”

“I sing to her.” “Then start singing.” I lead her over to Chloe, letting her sit next to Chloe’s seizing body.

“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he…” 

The banging and thumping on the door continue. The Doctor and I look over at it.

Trish continues singing until the voice eventually fades, and Chloe is asleep.

“He came to her because she was lonely… Chloe, I’m sorry.” She buries her head in her daughter's shoulder, arms around her, sobbing.

Trish strides around the sitting room, gathering all the pencils around the room, “Chloe usually got the brunt of his temper. When he’d had a drink. The day he crashed the car, I thought we were free.” I hand her a bunch of pencils.

“I thought it was over.” “Did you ever talk to her about it?” “I didn't want to.” “Maybe that’s why Chloe feels so alone. Cause she has all these terrible dreams about her dad, but she can’t talk to you about them.”

“Her and the Isolus… two lonely kids who need each other.”

“And it won’t stop, will it? It’ll just keep pulling kids in. Desperate to be loved.”

“It’s used to a pretty big family.”

“How big?” “Say around… four billion?”

The Doctor shrugs his coat on as we leave Trish’s house.

“We need that pod.” “It crashed, but if it’s sucking in all the heat it can, it should be good to launch, right?”

I spot Chloe from the window.

“It must be close. It should have a weak energy signature that the Tardis can trace. Once we find it, then we can stop the Isolus.”

“We can scan for the same trace we picked up from the scribble creature. Just need to widen the field a bit.” He pulls the Tardis key out and opens the door. We go inside.

The doctor fumbles with some device, putting it together.

“You knew the Isolus was lonely before it told you.” I look at him, “It’s because you've traveled on your own for so long isn’t it?”

He nods, “Give me the stina…” He pauses, “The thing in your left hand.”

I slot the thing into the device while the Doctor holds it still between his legs.

“I sympathize, that’s all. That’s why it went to Chloe, two lonely kids.” He blows on the device.

I stay silent, chewing my gum.

“Binary dot.” I hand him the binary dot.

“You’re being quiet.” He holds his hand out under my mouth, “Gum.”

I spit it into his hand, “It’s just… even with my three siblings, I always felt isolated from them. And all the cousins I have are older than me by two decades at least. It was fine at first, but then my siblings stopped wanting to do what I wanted, which is fine, but it’s like they didn’t care about me anymore. Had I been born in a different year, maybe the Isolus would’ve attached to me. I doubt my family would’ve even noticed a difference in me.”

“I’m sure they would’ve.”

“Maybe my sister and dad, but not the others. I’ve always been quiet.”

I notice the screen showing the pod in the street. I point at it.

“Everything’s coming up Doctor!” He scoots off towards the door.

I follow after him.

He shuts the door behind him, “Okay, it’s about two inches across. Dull gray, like a gull egg. Very light.” “So these pods, they travel from sun to sun using heat?”

There's a crash from behind me, the Doctor is gone.

“Doctor?” 

The Tardis is gone too.

I barge into Trish’s house.

“It’s okay! I’ve taken all the pencils off her!” I burst into Chloe’s room, grabbing the paper she was drawing on. It’s the Doctor and the Tardis.

“Leave me alone! I want to be with Chloe Webber! I love Chloe Webber!” “He was the only one who could’ve helped you, now bring him back!”

“Leave me alone! I love Chloe Webber!”

I turn my attention to the paper I’m holding, “Doctor, if you can hear me, I’m gonna get you out of there. I’ll find the pod.” I look at Trish, “Don’t leave her alone, no matter what.” I leave the room and go into the street. “Kel, was there anything in the street in the last few days giving off a lot of heat?”

He’s not listening, talking about a lump on the tarmac.

I think for a moment, “Hot tar.”

I turn and enter his van, grabbing a pickaxe out.

I ignore him, bringing the pickaxe down on the road, hacking until I have a hole. I grab the pod, “It went for the hottest thing in the street. Your tar!”

“What is it?” “It’s a spaceship!” I examine it.

I run into Trish’s house again, “I found it. I don’t know what to do with it, but maybe the Isolus will just hop on board.” I realize Trish is alone, “I told you not to leave her alone!” The commentator draws my attention.

The crowds in the stadium have vanished, leaving it deserted. Kel appears at the living room door, he starts to chastise me, but I point at the tv, “Shut up and look!”

I stride up the stairs and try to open the door, “Chloe, it’s Abby! Open the door! We found your ship! We can send you home!” I break the door down with the pickaxe, knocking the chair out of the way, and opening the door.

I start to go forward, but the wardrobe doors rattle particularly violently, and step back.

“If you stop Chloe Webber, I will let him out. We will let him out together. I cannot be alone. It’s not fair.” I hold out the pod to her, “I got your pod.” “The pod is dead.” Kel says something about a picture moving.

I look, there’s a sketch of the Olympic Torch next to the Doctor, and he’s pointing at it.

I run out of the house, listening to the commentator talk about the torch being a beacon of love.

I push through the crowds until a policeman stops me.

The torch bearer passes by and the pod begins to chirp.

I back out of the crowd, “You felt it, didn’t you?” I bring the pod close to my face, whispering, “Feel the love.”

I throw it into the air, watching as it draws to the torch. It lands in the flames and I cheer out.

I watch everyone get reunited, wondering where the Doctor is. I jump when someone touches my arm.

“I don’t know who you are, or what you did, but thank you, darling!” Maeve kisses my cheek, “And thank that man for me too!” She walks away.

I scan the street with growing anxiety, “Where is he? He should be here. All the drawings have come to life.” I look up at Chloe’s bedroom window, “That means all of them. No.” I run to the house and bang on the front door, “Trish, get out!”

“I can’t! The door’s stuck!”

I can hear Chloe’s scared voice.

“Chloe, listen to me. It isn’t real like the others. It’s just energy left over by the Isolus, but you can get rid of it!”

“Help us!” “I know you’re scared that he’s real, but he’s not, and you can get rid of him!”

“I’m with you, Chloe. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone again.”

I pound on the door, “Sing again! Chloe, sing!”

I see the light fade as Chloe and Trish’s voices get louder.

I sigh with relief, sliding down the door, sinking to the floor.

Kel approaches me, “Maybe he’s gone somewhere.”

We enter the house, watching the tv.

“Eighty thousand people, so where’s the Doctor?” I whimper, “I need him.” “The torch bearer seems to be in a bit of trouble. We did see a flash of lightning earlier which seemed to strick him… maybe he’s injured… he’s definitely in trouble.” The torch bearer collapses, “Does this mean that the Olympic Dream is dead?” A familiar brown-clad arm picks up the torch.

I smile, “Doctor…” The Doctor starts to run with the torch alongside the crowds.

“There’s a mystery man, he’s picked up the flame… we’ve no idea who he is… he’s carrying the flame, yes! He’s carrying the flame and no one wants to stop him. It’s more than a flame now, Bob. it’s more than heat and light. It’s hope. And it’s courage. And it’s love.” The Doctor runs up the red-carpeted stairs with the torch, the spotlight following him. The Doctor faces the crowds with a huge grin on his face, whooping.

I creep up behind the Doctor, a grin on my face, “Cake?” He turns. I’m holding out a cupcake with edible ball bearings. He starts to laugh, and so do I.

He takes it from me, “Top banana!” He takes a bite out of it while I watch, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mm. I can’t stress this enough. Ball bearings you can eat, a masterpiece!” I watch him for a few more seconds before throwing my arms around him, holding tight, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Nah! Not on a night like this! This is a night for lost things being found. Come on!”

Fireworks explode overhead as we walk down the street, hand in hand.

“You know what; they keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will.” He looks at me, coming to a halt, “Never say never.” “Nah. we’ll always be okay, you and me.”

The Doctor looks skyward, reflecting for a moment, as though he senses something, “Something in the air. Something’s coming.” “What?”

We look up at the sky, which is lit up with fireworks.

“A storm’s approaching.”

[genpact-kinfessions]

(recreational weed use cw)

i was born in the RIGHT generation. i love legal weed and smoking myself into kinshifts ✌️🤩🤪✌️ (reference/online trend)

there was a very nostalgic jean gunnhildr in my weed gummy tonight.

i’m thinking about kaeya. one time in particular, when we were teenagers, when he’d hit his growth spurt and could run and climb faster than me for the first time in our lives. we’d been racing for genuine hours, down the same stretch of road, up the same tree and back down it, across a pond, and down a hill to the road ahead, and repeat. i was bound and determined to beat him, far beyond my usual stubbornness.

in hindsight, i realize how few of my frustrations were actually tied to kaeya’s sudden abilities, and feel some regret for the fierceness with which i insisted we repeat the race again. and again. and again. but he obliged me, let me take my hidden, hot anger and pound it into the ground beneath my boots. and he beat me every time, just by a few seconds, enough to make me pound my fists against his chest. half in playful frustration at losing, half in relief at the way he absorbed my powerless rage with every beat of my hands.

the sun was setting and i’d begged him to run our course with me just one more time. and he obliged me. he always does. and whether it was mania or adrenaline or teenagehood-fuelled insanity, something was different that time, and i beat him. despite his new four inches of lanky legs acquired seemingly overnight, i beat him. and i blasted past our decided finish line and turned back, wiping sweat out of my stinging eyes to see kaeya, jogging over the edge of the hill and grinning at me.

he’d so obviously let me win that i absolutely pummelled him into the dirt. he was limping on our walk back to Headquarters, i felt bad then and i still feel bad now.

but halfway through bruising up the only person i would act this way around, i burst into uncontrollable tears. and he was so gracious. he let me collapse on top of him and sat in the grass staining his uniform with grass and my snot. and he didn’t say a word. didn’t try to placate me or croon nonsense. he was just there until i pulled myself together, and then he offered me his handkerchief and a hand getting up.

we didn’t say a word until we got back to Headquarters. we’d changed out of our uniforms and were about to head in different directions towards our homes when we both turned to face each other at the same time. we overshot our steps and ended up within inches of each other. i’m fairly certain his lips grazed my forehead.

i’ve never forgotten a single sensation of that moment. time stood still in that instant, one second stretched to an eternity. i wholeheartedly believe that something shifted in that moment between kaeya and i. we became something special, tied ourselves inextricably together.

i fear i may have fallen in love with him then.

i know i will never do anything about it if i did.

ANYWAYS. DAMN. there’s kin memories in the edibles.

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