#I tried to back up and got a lil too close to a pole and suddenly everyone is afraid!!

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | First Kiss

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF's Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: angst!, mutual pining comes to a head, or more accurately to lips, aka kissing Word Count: 1.8k (ok it's a little more than a drabble) Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

A/N: Hi, I'm back. This is the first vignette that's not from an ask but just from my own head. I just really wanted to write their first kiss, so I did! I hope you enjoy. 🥰

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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A few weeks after Halloween, Hongjoong invites everyone to a friend’s deejaying gig on the other side of town. Your roommate opts out, saying she’d rather spend one of her rare nights off at her boyfriend’s, so you, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong check it out together.

After the gig ends, your ears still ringing, feet aching from all the dancing you did, the four of you make your way home. Wooyoung and Hongjoong both seem hyped from the show, talking excitedly as you wait for the train. You watch them with a fond smile, leaning against the wall and taking turns lifting your feet to take some of the pressure off. 

San joins you. “You okay, Noona?” 

“Yeah. Just wore the wrong boots tonight,” you say. “Didn’t realize we’d be dancing so much.” 

“Oh, yeah. I guess I could’ve warned you,” San grins. “Sorry. We’re not the type to sit through a set.” 

“Clearly,” you reply, smiling back. Honestly, you’d been pleasantly surprised at how well San and his friends dance. They were so free with their movements and their energy had been infectious. You couldn’t have stood still if you’d tried. 

Of course, now you’re paying for it, wincing as your throbbing feet scream at you. You shuffle again, and then, ever-so-gracefully, you lose your balance, tipping over, letting out a loud expletive that draws everyone’s attention. 

Hongjoong and Wooyoung cackle as San grabs your arm, pulling you back upright. 

“No worries, Noona, I’ve got you.” 

He murmurs the words reassuringly, arm sliding from yours to loop around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side, but only for a second, before he scolds the other two for laughing so much. You giggle along as Wooyoung and San pretend to fight, but your heart’s not in it, because it’s still yearning painfully for San to hold you again. Every time he touches you - hugs you goodbye, cuddles with you on the couch, even the briefest moments of contact like just now - it leaves this black hole inside your chest, an endless gnawing need for more and more and more. 

At some point, you won’t be able to withstand it anymore. You’re not sure what will happen then.

The train car is crowded when your group enters. Unfortunately for your tired feet, there's nowhere to sit, and blessed little space to stand, so everyone splits up, trying to find room for themselves. Except for San, who guides you towards the opposite doors with a gentle touch on your back, and then stands beside you, reaching overhead to hold on while your hands curl around a pole. 

Some creepy guy already too close on your right leans over, trying to get an eyeful of your chest, and San smoothly slides around, blocking you from the asshole’s view. You smile gratefully, and he gives you an intimidating look but undercuts his mean mugging with an eyebrow wiggle, and you giggle, which then makes him grin, a chain reaction of happiness that leaves you buzzing. 

The gentle sway of the car as it hurdles down the tracks shakes you. You bump into San with a horribly steady rhythm, feeling sheepish for not having a strong enough core to keep yourself upright and balanced for more than a second at a time. He just laughs, finally throwing an arm around your back to help.

His hold is light, leaving a big sliver of air between you, a respectful distance that frankly makes you wish he’d be disrespectful. But he maintains it, supporting you in the most polite way, and somehow it still makes your heart jump fast as the wheels spinning beneath your feet.  You turn your head, focusing on the window on the door, watching your reflection as the dark tunnels roll by. 

At the next stop, more people pack themselves into the car. The small bubble of space around you pops as the wave of humanity rolls you into San, and you bring your hands up, bracing yourself against his chest, eyes widening at the solid warmth beneath your fingertips. 

“Shit, sorry, sorry.” You apologize profusely, trying to step away, but the train jerks again, jostling you, and San tightens his grip, pulling you back into his arms. 

“It’s ok,” he mutters, in a quiet voice. “I told you. I’ve got you.” 

When your gazes meet, it’s like the air has been sucked from the car. Something shimmers in his dark eyes as they roam your face, and you utter his name unthinkingly, a tiny “San” just slipping from your open mouth, but it feels like a rogue confession of something you’ve been denying for so long. You’re not sure if he heard it but he definitely saw it because he’s been staring at your lips for a few seconds now.

You lean in at the same time he tilts his chin forward, and your mouths meet in the middle. A light kiss, feather soft, like testing the waters. The next one lingers, his lips firmer against yours. His hand splays on your back. You twist your fingers into the front of his t-shirt. 

A third press weakens your knees, as his mouth slots against yours. Lips move together, part, allowing him to breathe in your little gasp. 

The train emerges from the tunnel, and suddenly the lights in the car blast on as it comes to a slow stop at the next station. Immediately, you spring back, and so does San. 

His expression is searing, and you glance away, looking to see if any of your friends are nearby, but the only one you can glimpse is Hongjoong. He’s got his back to you, a few feet and a dozen people away. 

When the train starts up again, a few riders lighter, San loosens his grip, hand gliding up to a spot between your shoulders, far from the small where it had just been resting. By the time you reach your stop, his arm is more hovering than touching.

You and San find Hongjoong a few feet ahead of you when you depart. Wooyoung’s still on the train, since his place is closer to the next stop. Hongjoong slows his quick stride enough for you to catch up. 

“You guys up for some ramen?” he asks, like he always does on late nights like this. You and San look at each other, and you don’t know if it’s the dim streetlights or what, but you can’t read his expression.

“Nah, I’m good,” San answers.

“I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” you start to say at the same time, cutting off to let San finish and then repeating yourself with a nervous laugh.

“‘Kay.” Hongjoong bears the rejection with his usual nonchalance. “I’ll see you later.” He crosses the street, heading for the convenience store on the next block. 

And it’s just the two of you now, walking in silence. Two more blocks and you’ll be home. One more block. Just up the stairs now. Key in door, door closed, shoes off. 

You stare at each other. He blinks first.  

“Should we - “

“Did you want to - “

“Hey guys.” 

Your roommate comes padding out of the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. 

“Hey!” you nearly shout. “I thought you were staying over at Jongho's?” 

If she’s surprised by the volume of your voice, Haneul doesn’t show it. She shrugs. “Yunho was being annoying, so I left.” 

Yunho is Jongho’s roommate. He’s rarely at their apartment on the weekends. Just your luck that this would be the one night a year he strikes out and goes to his own bed instead of someone else’s.

Or maybe it’s for the best. Because it’s not too late to stop now before you do something else. Something potentially foolish. Let it just be a kiss. A one-time loss of rationality. Of caution. 

Even if you can’t stop thinking about that night at the bar. Sitting there with San’s arms wrapped around you just felt so right. 

Even if it’s been ages since you felt this way about someone. 

Even if you’re pretty sure you’re falling for San. 

“Are you going to bed or are you gonna stay up for a bit?” Haneul asks, taking a seat on the couch. 

“Um…” you fight the impulse to glance at San. “I don’t know. I’m not really tired or anything….” Truth be told, you’re a little wired now. “Why?” 

“I was thinking of starting that new drama Jongho told us about. Wanna join me?” She pats the space next to her.

San mumbles something about taking a shower. You watch him leave the room, and it feels like whatever happened on the train is already fading away. Did it really happen, or was it just a dream? Are your fantasies bleeding over into your waking hours now? 

San joins you and Haneul near the end of the first episode, taking a spot on the floor in front of the couch so he can stretch out. He looks so soft, with his dark hair freshly fluffed from a towel, dressed in his favorite hoodie and sweats, and it’s a struggle to keep your focus on the television and not wonder what would’ve happened had Haneul not been home.

Part of you wishes San would catch you looking. But you’re not sure you could handle it if you met his gaze right now and didn’t find what you were hoping to find. 

It’s actually a little odd how quiet he is, staring so intently at the show that you are completely ignoring. Is he doing the same thing you are, replaying the moment in his mind? Trying to freeze it in your memory?

Your stomach drops as you consider another possibility. What if he thinks the kiss was a mistake? 

By the time the third episode is over, you’re exhausted, from your night out but also from the mental gymnastics you’ve been performing, silently twisting yourself into knots thinking about San and the train and what could happen versus what should. So you excuse yourself for the safety of your bedroom, where you can dream in peace.

Nero’s already curled up on his favorite spot on your bed, right next to where you lay your head. He cracks an eye open as you flop down beside him, and you reach out to give him an apologetic scritch, when you catch a scrap of paper poking out from beneath him. A note, with San's handwriting. He must’ve slipped it on your pillow after his shower. The first sentence sends relief flooding through you.

I don’t regret it. 

But it’s what’s written next that has you rereading the note over and over. It’s a simple sentence, just a pleading command, but to you, it’s a revelation. 

Please tell me you want more too.

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Six (Loki x fem! Reader, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Inspired by A Court of Thorns and Roses with the Tom Hiddleston characters. As you lay dying of consumption, You make a deal with Loki to heal you in exchange for staying with him every month. You are whisked to a world full of magic...and danger.

Chapter Summary: You and your band of Loki and his variants travel to Jotunheim to see the Prophet for a clue about defeating Grendel, but you receive an unexpected warning about your old friend from home...

Warnings: Some angst and hurt/comfort. Loki being a cheeky lil shit. Mentions of sex, cheating, and a suicide attempt. Some spicy sparring tension. Me being bitter about the canon events of The Essex Serpent and it shows.

Word Count: 6K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @thrut

Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five

A/N: Happy Loki release day to all who observe! I hope you likeit!

“Hm- I think we should try each other. But…ladies first. Y/N, let’s see if you have truly improved,” Loki asked that day in training.

It was only your second week since you chose to stay here. Every day, training continued for two hours. You had now only picked up the basics of sword fighting.

You gripped your practice sword in your hand. It was technically not a sword yet- it was still a wooden pole with the weight of a sword. Better than having everyone being chopped into bits- and you were still a beginner. You nodded.

“Alright- then try me,” you replied.

Hal stood, arms crossed to watch. Thomas took out a pocket watch to keep track of the time.

“It will be three minutes- beginning- now!”

Loki charged up to you with the dulled practice sword. You took up yours as the blades touched.

Clang! He took it back to try to swipe you at the side, you tapped his- clang! Jonathan wiped off his sweat with a towel but kept an eye there to you both. Robert only crossed his arms and sat, but his eyes were steady.

“Not bad, Y/N darling.”

“Quit calling me that!” you barked. You took a sword to him, but with you exposed, he tapped your leg.

“Ah-ah! You just exposed yourself there- Y/N. Isn’t that better? Just Y/N.”

You tried to turn around quickly to get his other side, but he charged forward. You tripped on your feet and fell on your back.

“Two minutes!” Thomas announced with the pocket watch.

He gently traced the blade of the pole over your neck. You felt your heart beat fast at its touch- like that of a finger. Your muscles ached so badly they screamed at you. You had trained hard for an hour and a half and you were feeling it everywhere. And you were tired-you dreaded going to sleep and it was tougher to fall and stay asleep. You kept having that odd dream about the boat, the boy, the water, and the white hand.

“Are you going to give up that easily on the battlefield?” Loki asked, arching a brow.

“No! I just..I…”

‘Hmm, you need some motivation- when you are there in a fight, you must not give up. You have to continue to the end…” the god said. 

“I’m just…I’m…I’m tired…” you confessed.

He knelt down with a smile. His blade right over your stomach. Then he leaned down his head, sending a thought of his right into your mind to where you heard his voice clear as a bell. All with that blasted smirk on his face.

“Your breasts felt nice and soft when I was a cat.”

Enraged, you gave him a swift kick in the stomach. He fell forward, as you scrambled back up, got your sword, and put it against his throat.

“Hmmm- not bad, but you forget-I’m armed too-”

His pole whacked you on your feet. You fell from the surprise and realized you fell on top of him. He was-close. So close. Your noses, your lips, inches away. You took in the blue of his eyes, the ivory color of his skin. Both of you panting hard. Where your arms fell- it was like an embrace. Embarrassment flooded you. For all of them to see you both in such a…position. You stared at him dumbfounded, frozen with surprise. His shirt, his body, hot and flushed with exercise felt solid against yours. And there was something stirring inside you to touch him. Something you didn’t know. Something you didn’t want to say. Something you never dared explore, dared taste. 

You pulled yourself off, feeling the cool air of the outside over your skin enflamed with excercise and the accidental intimacy. You propped yourself up as did Loki. 

Thomas finally announced “Time!” as he closed the pocket watch. Loki used his seidr to wipe off the dust from his clothes and dry the sweat. He tilted his head at you.

“Well, Y/N, you need a little more practice…but you are far from bad,” he said.

Your muscles relaxed after being so tense that whole time. 

“That’s a compliment on your terms-Thank you.” you replied

You turned to the other gentlemen. Then Loki walked up to them. He looked at all of them, his expression hardening. 

“We shouldn’t wait for the ceremony of the heir to see him.” he announced.

“How come?” Jonathan asked, squinting his eyes.

“It’s a royal ceremony…no matter what happens or who is named, I will be there. It will be impossible to slip out without suspicion.”

Prince Hal gave a confused look.

“Just use your own privilege to let you through!”

Jonathan put a hand in front of him.

“He has a point…and every minute we hesitate, we wait- Grendel might gain a new ally. Attack a new place. A new life could be threatened…”

“Then…this place the prophet is in-will there be enemies there?” you asked.

“Only the Frost Giants. They only attack you if you attack them-they tried an invasion some odd thousands of years ago…but…”

A light in Loki’s eyes dimmed.

“But no- they aren’t to be-be…slaughtered…:

“If Grendel has no allies with them, he has no allies with them- and we will need to go. Prepare an offering for this prophet and go,” you nodded.

Thomas tucked the pocket watch into his pocket.

“I hear it’s very cold…I only hope the rest of you are as used to it as I am.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The land of the Frost Giants indeed. How cold it was! All of you wrapped up warmly. Jonathan and Robert in big, puffy coats and gloves. Robert clutched a case with his fists despite his chattering teeth. Jonathan only wore a determined frown. Thomas in his thickest cape and gloves. Hal shivered beneath his black cloak. And You shivered so bad even in your muff and heavy coat and knit scarf bundled before your face. Only Loki was in his normal clothes, going about perfectly fine. It was probably the godhood in him. You stepped through thick snow, the wind cutting at you as it hit you at an angle and the snowflakes hit you less like a gentle kiss and more like an angry pelt of tiny stones. 

“Here! His cave is here!” Loki pointed out to the cave. “I know it is- follow me!”

All of you trudged forward. Though it was still cold and you saw your breaths in the air. There wasn’t sleet or wind here. Your steps echoed.

Thomas brought out candles from his coat pocket and Robert lit them with his cigarette lighter.

“Alright- get it ready…” Thomas guided.

Robert nodded. He got out the case- sure enough, a whole roast chicken was there—warm and delicious smelling. If you hadn’t eaten right before, you would have been tempted to have a bite. Then Loki used his magic- there was blue light around. Then with another flick of his hand, he made the platter of chicken float in the air. 

“We are here…we have questions to ask you,” he announced, the sound echoing down.

Out walked the Jotun prophet. Your breath hitched as you took in his appearance. His blue skin and red eyes looked on you- his hair white and long with a little beard. Then his long, thin nostrils sniffed.

He looked down. Then walked forward to Loki. 

“Ah…a gift…” he said with a gentle, airy voice. He licked his lips. 

“Hmmm…delicious. Full of spices- expensive one. It’s must be from the Asgard palace…”

“Yes, it is,” Loki confirmed.

The Prophet smiled, then he lifted a hand and grazed Loki’s cheek. To your shock, the gods skin turned blue and his eyes red. Everyone paused, looking at each other. Your jaw was near the floor and you placed a hand over it. Loki was stiff, but his now red eyes hard. 

“A son from our kind for a dinner from Asgard. A fair trade, is it not?”

Loki said nothing. The Prophet released his hand and Loki’s appearance returned to normal.  

“Oh…but I must get through this before my dinner…what do you ask of me?” he questioned.

“Good sir, Tell us about Grendel…where is he? How do we defeat him?” Hal pressed. “We made our offer. And we have more- tell us where Grendel is!”

The Jotun Prophet continued to speak in his calm, wispy voice.

“Grendel hides. His mother sends out the armies. But they are everywhere. They perch in trees like ravens. Amble down the pathways. He has many camps-camps in every world. Even Midgard. Always in their camps and disguises. In their marks on trees, onthe ground… Grendel himself…is in deep hiding. For he has something precious…priceless…”

“Which is?” Thomas pressed. All of you leaned forward. The Jotun prophet kept a smile- the dealer of cards.

“A cauldron…” he announced.

“A cauldron?!” Robert gasped.

The Prophet nodded.

“A cauldron…of deep magic, deep power. Whoever touches it, drinks from it. They are renewed. It is old magic and new magic. 

“So this cauldron is the key to his strength?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes…if it is destroyed, he will be too- as simple as a blade will defeat Grendel and his conquest…” The Prophet confirmed.

The wind whistled outside. You shivered further into your coat. The Prophet gave you another look- his red eyes right into yours. He only kept smiling and then turned back to Loki as the God of Mischief spoke.

“But Grendel leaves no trail…” he argued. 

“Yes, little prince… he guards his cauldron like a hen guards her eggs…but the cauldron does leave a trail…and it is hidden…stowed somewhere safe…” he said.

The Prophet held out a hand and twirled his little finger- you saw bits of blue magic twirl around it. It formed a cauldron that spiraled on his fingertip in blue mist.

“It is said…there is a special spell…when a dagger is blessed with it…and the magic from that dagger neutralizes it…then, and only then, shall Grendel be vulnerable…”

The cauldron disappeared into air.

“Then, that’s it! That’s how we defeat him- find and destroy the cauldron!” you cheered.

The Prophet’s red gaze turned to you. His voice did not change or raise in its tone.

“His spies report everything they hear. Including that of mortals in the Asgard palace…It’s a wonder he’s so interested in you-”

“Me?!” you cried.

The Prophet nodded.

“He’s heard of you- the mortal girl saved from death. The bargain from the god…and they say- now that magic has touched you, been inside you, it won’t leave. Hearing thoughts, strange dreams…and there soon will be others in time- so no wonder Grendel is curious about you, Mortal lady…”

You felt your stomach twist and could hear your heart pick up. You remained frozen and the cold had nothing to do with it. He sighed through his nose. As the plate with the chicken floated, he tore off a bit of skin and ate it.

“A pity about your priest…you loved deeply. But he was not your True Love-so it could not be….”

“True love? Do you mean Will?” you asked.

“What do you mean about ‘True Love?’” Thomas asked curiously. Loki stayed where he was, his eyes wide.

“Yes- the True Love. The Great Love. When Fate binds you forever to that person- and the great love you feel for them can never be broken- but only when both return it. It is special. It is rare. You can never think of, never dream of betrayal, of harm-the person you were meant to be with. When both are destined to it by all the gods- that they were meant to find each other, and to be together…take comfort in that fact…”

He dug in, found a little bit of white meat. He took a bite, licking his fingers. Then he spoke on.

“How strange you are here…it wasn’t supposed to be you…”

“How come!? I am me!” you asked.

“I’m not sure what this has to do with Grendel…” Jonathan wondered.

“No- there might be a clue…”

“Hmmm, you were an alternate universe…of what should happen…of this other timeline…“But it seems, your existence, your birth, shook things up…now there are two timelines supposed to happen…” he said.

You stepped forward, desperate.

“What is supposed to happen?” you asked.

“You see…in this other timeline…you are not there…the threat of this False Serpent was supposed to happen…years later…oh- and she…The Lady of the Stars…. Fond of things that are blue…”

“Why- that’s Stella! My sweet Stella! She’s my friend!” you gasped.

“Yes- with her tender heart. Her gossiping mouth. She has a role there- an important one. A fitting one for her.  For she knows all and speaks to all…”

“Oh, Stella could befriend Ebeneezer Scrooge himself if she wanted to!” you cried.

“Pray tell, Who is he?” Hal asked.

“Is he some warrior or prince of Midgard?” Loki seconded. 

“We’ll tell you later,” Robert said, stifling a small laugh.

“The Lady of Stars, The Lady of Blue…should you not have been there, Y/N- it is she who is the bride for the priest….”

“What?! Stella…. Married to…to Will?!”

How both fitting and odd it felt to you. But married to Will of all people. She would never complain under his thumb. She never complained about anything. You recalled looking at her small hands as she would arrange and organize her belongings. Though she was slightly tall, her hands were tiny. Oh- how easily his big hands would crush hers! 

“Their marriage is..idealistic. Deeply loving. Strong. They love each other so much. There are….children…two of them die, but three survive…at night, they hold each other, skin to skin…they love each other- it is a deep, strong connection…”

“Are they supposed to be each other’s True Love?” you asked.

The Prophet paused. His smile never leaving his face- a dealer who knew everyone’s cards before they set them down.

“No…” he said.

“No?” you repeated.

“The True Love is so sacred, one cannot imagine another taking their place. Their desire, their adoration, is all consuming- they crave no other…one would think the Star Lady’s marriage would be that…it appears like that…and it will appear like that for fourteen years…until…”

“Until?” Loki commented, squinting his eyes. The others looked genuinely confused.

“The Serpent arrives…rather, it’s threat…It was supposed to wait…fourteen years later….when the widow arrives…”

You felt your stomach drop.

“No matter what, whoever was the priest's wife was bound to suffer, for the widow is too much for him to resist…”

“Is Cora Will’s true love?” you asked curiously.

“Strangely...no…” the prophet said.

“No? How come?” this time it was Loki who was parroting.

“The Priest shall never find his true love for his heart is never settled, never on one…for the Star Lady is the Wife of Perfection. Beautiful. Proper. Sweet. Child-Bearing. And she claims it is better her husband is happy, says how she holds no jealousy…caring only for his happiness and peace than hers…”

You let a free hand fall from the one holding your lit candle and dropped it into a fist. No….Stella happily married…only be betrayed as you were!

“But that doesnt make what he did right!? Why should it be?!” you cried. “It says far more about Will to decide to betray her than it does about her! And prophet- where is her lover?”

“Pardon?” he asked gently.

“If Will can take a lover, she can too! We all thought her the real beauty of the town…where is her lover then? Some soldier writing her letters!? A duke rake falling on his knees before her! A baronet dancing with her-Thomas! Why can’t we send him!? So she has a handsome baronet in black as her lover?!” you cried.

Eyes turned to Thomas. And there was a a nervous chuckle from him. Only Jonathan kept looking at the prophet, never glancing at anyone else, but listening. The Prophet shook his head.

“No. She is a good and faithful wife-”

You stepped forward, interrupting.

“Why is it Stella must remain a faithful, dutiful wife and Will is the one free to do as he pleases without consequence?!”

The Prophet gave no answer. But he kept his smile on, and it made you sick inside. 

“Her fate is to smile and say all is well…as her husband freely takes the widow in fields and pleasures her against trees as the blue lady coughs out blood…”

You felt nauseous again. Then it struck you.

“It was…Stella…who was supposed to have consumption?”

“Yes, dear child…and it was Stella who was supposed to take the widow’s son…go to the beach…bring her collection…”

Suddenly, you didn’t like where this was going. Yet you said.

“Then…then what happens…why are they at the beach?” you asked. It was similar…too similar. The flowers and bottles from your dream- they were blue trinkets! It was her collection! And that meant…was your dream of…of…

“She will say…she is going to meet him…but we all know…the real reason why…”

You felt the blood drain out of you.

“No- no, no, no, please prophet!” you begged.

“The widow’s son finds a boat…gathers her things inside…she goes in the boat…”

“No-stop there!” you begged. 

 But he did not stop.

“He pushes the boat…out to the sea where it floats to the middle…”

“No-prophet- please-”

“And with a smile, she drowns herself for her husband and his mistress like a good girl”

“NO, STELLA!!” you screamed. 

You lurched forward- Jonathan held your arms back. Then you collapsed. On your hands and knees, tears pouring out of you. You clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my god…Stella…poor Stella…” Tears poured out. “She’s going to die…kill herself…kill herself, Stella-”

Loki went over, he hugged you and you nestled into him. You shook so hard. 

“Oh- fear not, Mortal woman! She doesn’t die!” The Prophet consoled you.

You turned up.

“The Priest - drags her out of the sea in time. In time for her to live- for her slow eventual death so he can run back to his widow’s arms. He’s quite a devoted husband…”

“Fuck him!” you shouted impulsively. 

You grabbed a rock and threw it on the cave wall in fury, imagining it was your old fiances's skull smashed into bits. Guts and bones spewing out. The Lusty Vicar as a Not Very Lusty-looking corpse. You turned to the prophet. 

“And this happens to Stella…is this what is going to happen or what might happen?” you asked.

“It happens once she marries him- not in that order- but when she vows herself to him, her fate is sealed…”

You put a hand over your mouth. You turned around, eyes down to the floor. You heard Hal close the case.

“Where can we find out about the spell- the dagger?” Hal asked.

“It must be a newly made one…and for the spell…it’s a book…why-in Vanaheim! The god of mischief must go to Vanaheim…” The Prophet answered.

“Then…that is where we shall go…” Thomas agreed, looking at each other.

“Well…I’ve said enough…I have a dinner to enjoy…you know where to seek me…goodbye…” he said.

The floating plate beside him, he vanished back into the cave’s darkness. But you still knelt down, crying so hard. You wished you could rejoice in finding out a key to Grendel’s defeat. But your mind was reeling. 

“Stella…oh, Stella….Oh god! What have I done? If I stayed engaged to him…he would have…he wouldn’t have anything to do with her…now…he’s free! He’s going to propose to her! And this is going to happen!”

Loki laid a hand on her shoulder. You heard Hal step forward.

“This was the maid?” the medieval prince asked.

“Stella…sweet Stella…she doesn’t deserve this…she deserves a prince, a knight in shining armor- not…not…not him….”

Fury consumed you.

“Fuck William and Fuck Cora too! If William even LOOKS at her, I SWEAR I will kill him! I’m going to kill him- and I’m going to kill Cora, too! I’m going to stab her and rip her limbs apart, That Bitch-”

Jonathan went forward, another protective hand before you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you found out about this- but-but pacing and talking will not solve anything,” Jonathan reasoned. 

You interrupted in your raging. Loki lowered Jonathan’s hand with a pleading look. Letting you rage on, get it out of you. You clutched your fists before you. 

“I will kill them- both of them! I’ll-I’ll take his green Sunday sash- and I’ll hang him in the church! No- better- I’ll hang them toghether! No, I’ll- I’ll take a real dagger and-and-and-and stab them a hundred times each! I shall- I shall I..for Stella…poor Stella…”

Loki embraced you again as you continued crying. Once you calmed down, you looked up at him.

“Jonathan is right. Talking won’t help anything. We have to go back…Just a little…”

“To Midgard?! Your time?!” Loki asked.

“We have to go! I have to go! I have to see her- speak to her-Stella! I cannot delay! I have to go back to Aldwinter!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

All of you arrived to the small Essex town immediately after. You landed in between two of the houses. How little anything had changed. The houses were still all white, the ground dark and dirty, and the sky grey and overcast even in Spring. You were back in your blue day dress. Loki had donned a dark bowler hat, a rich green waistcoat, and a dark coat. Thomas blended in perfectly in his black coat and suit and top hat. The other gentlemen had to adapt in order to fit into the time. Hal in his red waistcoat, Jonathan in his blue, and Robert in his grey. It would be a sight for a medieval prince in a red leather jacket and a dagger to waltz down the street. 

Yet…it was a street you hesitated to walk down. The others followed suit, yet you stayed. You leaned against the wall, barely peeking out. Checking to make sure to avoid a certain ex-fiancee. 

“Is there a…a…a man with a goatee and a green scarf out?” you asked.

Robert looked around freely and then shook his head. Very few people were out and about today. 

“No, the coast is clear.” he announced. 

Out you came. Walking staunchly, hurriedly, to Stella’s home. You had been there so many times you led the way with the few men at your heels.

You went up and knocked. Immediately there was Stella’s mother that answered. She let out a gasp.

“What! Miss Y/N! You’ve returned! What are you doing- is that-who are these men? And is that-is that Loki?” she asked. Though a twinge of disgust at the last word colored her voice. Loki only smirked and gave a little theatrical bow in response. 

“Mrs. Harris! Yes, I’m back to visit! The gentlemen are just my companions- they’re fine. Yes, I am safe and unharmed. Where is Stella!?” you asked.

“Why- she’s in her room! But please! These are guests! Let me make them comfortable!” Mrs. Harris insisted. Then she turned the corner and yelled out.

“Stella! Y/N is here! She’s brought guests! Make yourself presentable and make haste down!”

You heard Stella gasp in response from her room and the scurry of footsteps from the house. 

She led all of you inside the house. The five tall, broad men squished together on the couches and chairs. Pots of tea and teacups were brought out.

Then Stella finally emerged. Still in her blue, and adjusting her blonde braid to as she smoothed out a few hairs. As she went out, her lips with her rich, full lips dropped and she let out a gasp, then held her hands over her mouth.

“Y/N! Y/N…is that…is that you?!” she cried. 

You ran forth and hugged her and she hugged you back.

“Yes, Stella…Stella, I’m here…”

She turned around, her blue eyes wide at the men. 

“Dear Heavens! Guests! I have hazelnut biscuits to go with tea- made them this morning! Here- let me fetch them!”

She ran to the kitchen and offered plates of two biscuits for the god and his variants. 

 You felt Mrs. Harris look at the five men with eyes like the local rector. But she made no comment. 

“Mrs. Harris, Miss Harris, I should introduce you to them. They are my friends. You are familiar with Loki already,” you began

Jonathan picked up a biscuit and took a careful bite. Robert was working on his second one and Hal sniffed curiously at the tea before he took a sip. Thomas held his tea and smiled and sipped like a duck brought back to gliding on water. 

Stella looked at Hal as he dropped a cube of sugar into the teacup.

“Are you the gentleman that… spoke with me?” she asked.

“Ah, you are the maid! Very well and fair, thank you my lady,” Hal replied.

“Yes, they are!” You began. “Oh, Mrs. Harris, Stella- let me introduce you quickly- This is Loki, Doctor Laing, Uh- Mr. Lancaster, Sir Sharpe, and Mr. Pine.”

Sir Sharpe stood up made a small bow and a smiled at her. Robert wiped the crumbs off his pants. The others followed suit.

“ I hope the tea and biscuits are to your liking- I made them. They’re not my best, I admit,” Stella said.

“This drink you call ‘tea’ is rather good,” Hal said. He put up a biscuit. “As are these.”

“Perhaps you could teach Y/N the recipe!” Robert joked.

Jonathan softened his gaze- yet he seemed almost frozen. Then he nodded his head, a small smile on his lips. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, you are an excellent hostess, Miss Harris,” he said warmly.

You then emerged from your seat and grabbed Stella’s hand.

“Mrs. Harris, may I talk to Stella privately?” you asked.

“Why of course,” she answered.

Stella looked astonished as you practically dragged her and went with her back to her room. The wallpaper and little blue pillows and cushions. There was a writing desk- but you saw no letters. She wouldn’t be writing to him directly unless they were engaged-that gave you a little relief. You sat her down on her chair but remained standing. 

“Y/N- what is going on?” she asked.

“Stella- tell me- have you received any marriage proposals- any?” you asked desperately.

She shook her yellow head.

“No! No I…I haven’t…I promise you, if I had, I’d tell you! but Y/N…the last time I saw you, you had fainted! What were you doing in the woods?

“I have to tell you something-”

Stella’s jaw tightened and she leaned forward in her seat. 

“But…answer me please! I never knew! YN, what were you doing in the woods? I never got a letter from you- your family did, but not me! I’ve been worried all this time!”

You stopped. You realized you should have sent a letter to her. You took in a deep breath. Then you sat on the rocking chair next to the window, your hands clutched in your lap. 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry. I promise. Stella…the reason why…is…is…”

You felt your throat get tight. You knew if you told someone, your reputation here would be that of humiliation, a laughingstock. But…then people would know what their rector did. What their scientist widow did too. And you wouldn’t be staying here to get the fire. On one hand, Stella could be trusted with a secret. But on the other hand, if she told someone…you decided it wouldn’t matter at all. You were going to be brought low in the town but you would drag them down with you.

“Because Will- Reverend Ransome…betrayed me for Mrs. Seaborne.” you stated.

Stella’s eyebrows shot up to the rim of her forehead. 

“I found their love letters before the wedding. Then I saw them kissing in a field. I confronted him about it that night and then cried and ran to the forest to hide from him. I was so distraught from it all I…I passed out. That was why I was there- and why Hal took me to Asgard. I then decided to end things. I sent him a letter and returned the ring,” you explained. 

Stella placed a hand over her heart.

“Oh…Y/N…that’s…that’s…dear heavens, I don’t know what to say!”

“He saw her even when I was sick! I…I loved him so much and he…he…he tossed me away for another!” you confessed, your body shaking with tears. 

Stella went up and embraced you.

“Oh, Y/N, that’s horrible for you! You deserve to be happy-you don’t deserve these tears…” she consoled.

“And neither do you…and that’s why I’m here,” you replied. You broke the hug, wiping the tears off her hand and staring her in the eye.

She blinked.

“What do you mean?

“Stella…Asgard is a magical place. Loki’s there, and so is his god family. But there’s a threat to their world and ours. I’m staying with them  to help out there’s Grendel…”

“What’s a Grendel!?” she asked.

“He’s a monster- humanlike, tall, with claws and eyes yet with fur. He’s strong and can fight. But he’s smart- talks like a person. He’s threatening to rule over all of us, Loki said…and that includes home- here on earth…”

Her eyes widened. But there was no sign of doubt.

“We went to a prophet to ask for help and he spoke about a clue to defeat him. But there’s more- he told me of you- of what’s going to happen to you!” you cried.

“To me!?”

You grabbed her shoulders, seriously. You hardened your look, your eyes never leaving hers.

“The Prophet told me my fate is supposed to be your fate. If you had married William, you would have died of consumption and he would have betrayed you for another as you lived!”

“What!?”

“Yes! And you would have attempted suicide!”

“Y/N! I…that’s…that’s what is supposed to happen to…to me?” she asked.

“Yes! Stella- I am very serious. I came back to warn you of this. I do not wish for you to suffer what I suffered. I don’t care if you insist it is better for the ones you love to be happy- I don’t care if you never act like me if you say you have no jealousy if you never reveal your deepest thoughts. He’s going to betray you for another, no matter how long you’re with him or how much you love him. You are going to die and die horribly if you marry him- like I almost did! Stella-you must promise me two things!”

You looked in her frightened blue eyes, your hands gripping her shoulders, but not shaking her.

“One- you must promise you will never try to kill yourself!” you said. “If you ask anyone to help you- they have to refuse and take you somewhere you can have help!”

“Of course I won’t! I never could! Never thought it possible of me!” you responded with a nervous nod.

“Two- Stella…this is important…I say this to protect you…you must tell me…do you have any feelings for Will! I promise it won’t hurt me…”

“No, I do not. He’s spoken with me a few times but…he’s no more than our Rector and sometimes a guest at home. Nothing more…”

You looked her deeper in the eye.

“Swear to me on your life- Promise me, Stella. If he ever proposes marriage to you- you will refuse him! Be rude to him! Slam the door in his face! If your mother enforces the marriage- run away! Jilt him at the altar! Ruin yourself!”

“Ruin myself!?” she cried.

“Whatever it takes! Promise me, Stella! You’re going to die and be betrayed if you marry him! Promise me!” you begged.

She lifted a hand and touched yours.

“Y/N- I- I…I promise then…”

Crying tears, you hugged her again.

“If he even lays a hand at you, I swear, I will kill him…” you muttered, anger and sadness washing over you. 

She embraced you back. You crying definitely and even she shook with a few quiet tears, her hand rubbing your back softly in the embrace. 

You gave her a last hug and both of you cried a little. She gave you her handkerchief with little blue flowers sewn at the end to wipe your face from tears. Then you went downstairs returning to the parlor. 

You said your goodbyes, promising Stella to be more diligent when writing to her. After checking the coast was clear of a green scarf, you ran out to the street, the men following. Loki made a portal back. Laing, Hal, and Thomas all eagerly got through. Jonathan turned back, had a last look back, and then he turned around and walked through the portal. Stella kept the door open as you both waved goodbye. You shared a look with your friend and then returned to Asgard, Loki hopping in right before you.

“Well, I hope you all enjoyed the little field trip-but I could use some relaxation. It’s been quite a day!” he stretched his arms up and then used his seidrs to have everyone back to their normal clothes, except Thomas and you of course. 

“For once I agree with you- I-I’ll be in the garden if anyone needs me,” you breathed out, before turning around.

You returned and sat right down into the garden onto a bench. It was a bright, lovely day on Asgard with the yellow roses in bloom. Your mind was spinning- she was warned. She’ll be safe. She will keep her promise. 

But recalling it- you still felt it. The Letters. The field. The white shirt. The red dress. The kiss. The white house. The brown inside. The bible on the floor. Your throat scratched as if you were just yelling- you leaned down and placed your head in your hands. Not even the soft breeze and sunshine saving your from your sadness.

 You then heard a gentle voice- the queen’s voice. 

“Why…Y/N- Is something the matter?” Frigga asked.

You turned up and saw she had a basket where she was gathering a few flowers.

“No I…I…I made a visit back to my home town…” you began. “My friend was…was in danger. I had to warn her. Now she knows and she promised me she’ll be careful but…still…all the memories of what happened with my-my betrothed, I-I…He’s no longer my bethrothed. I ended things with him but…”

She sat down next to you, listening intently.

“But…yet it still makes me sad! I can’t stop thinking about him- about what happened! And it just- it all reminded me of him!”

She gave you a small smile.

“You have done the right thing then. You would have been more miserable if you stayed promised to him and went through with the marriage…”

You wiped a tear off with your sleeve.

“I just don’t know if…if my heart will…ever stop breaking from what happened…or if I will stop thinking about it!” you confessed.

Setting the basket aside, she offered her open hand. You accepted it. 

“Y/N, time is a kind friend. Time will pass…and you will learn to move on from him. But if you go to places and things that remind you of him, you will think yourself still about to marry him. I say you must not go to places that will give you those memoies- at least not now when you are still hurt. You will never be able to move on…”

“Move on…I wonder…if I’ll ever be able to move on…” you said.

“Your pain is great- you have borne the worst of it. You are not there anymore and you are not his anymore. You must be patient now-your feelings of greif may never completely go. It never does. But it will not consume you. But first,  you must be willing to let them pass as much as come…”

She looked over and gestured to a tree in the garden. Leading you to walk there, you stood up to admire it. It was a tall tree full of pink blossoming flowers with a sweet, delicate scent.

“Y/N, my dear- do you see the scars on it’s trunk?”

Squinting, you saw that the dark wood of the trunk did have scars on them. Multiple ones. You nodded at Frigga.

 “It got the scars after it grew to a full tree. The scars will be there all of it’s life. But, it  still grew. The leaves and blossoms open, whither, and fall and bloom again. They become bigger and larger around their scars until they are just faint marks…and that will be you.”

She reached up and plucked out a few flowers, handing them to you. Then as you pressed the flowers into your hand, she kept a gentle hand over yours. Yes, this was the queen touching you, but she was kind. Comforting you as she must have comforted her children, her family, or her friends. Not seeing you as a subject beneath her- but someone in need of help. 

“YN, you will grow and bloom despite your scars. I promise you- one day, you will not cry as much. And little by litte- you will let him go and learn how both to mourn, and how to move on.”

She smiled at you, touching your cheek. When you returned to your room, you pressed the flower into your journal.

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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

(Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader)

Part 2 // MINORS DNI

WC: 2.2k words

Song Inspo: Time - Sevdaliza

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama, and that's all I can think of rn but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Can you hear that? That's me screaming in the distance as I wrote this. PLS ENJOY AAAAA!!!

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Aaron had been stuck in your head all day. You couldn’t help it, really. Even when you tried to concentrate on other things, your mind would betray you and stray back to him. It was puzzling, but also pretty frustrating.

You thought about him as you got ready backstage — frosty blue eyeshadow that matched your outfit, lips irresistibly glossy, smelling of frangipani and vetiver. Eyes roaming over your reflection, you thought of just how good your name sounded on his lips. How titillating it was that he’d called you Honey, entirely too close to being in on your secret.

For once, flirting had not felt fake or uncomfortable! And not to mention how respectful he was…

You thought of his piercing gaze and the way the low light glinted in his dark eyes. You tried to imagine him in the crowd, standing out among all those anonymous faces watching you on stage now.

An expanse of bare skin aglow in the neon lights; Strong limbs and taught muscles. Bending and swaying and making pretty shapes as you spun on the pole.

How might he look at you then? 

You tried  — really tried — not to think about that too much as you absently gathered your newly earned riches. Automatically, you went straight backstage to stash it away with all your things.

“You seem distracted, Honey Bunny,” Gia — your closest friend at the Crimson Lounge — commented, adjusting her mesh top in front of the mirror.

You snapped back to attention. “Do I?”

“Yeah, you’ve been a little spacey. Everything okay?” She asked. “All good with Sadie?”

You nodded quickly, forcing yourself not to sigh. Great, you had a silly little crush and suddenly it was like you forgot how to act. You needed to stay sharp, there was no time to be pussyfooting around.

“Yeah, Sadie’s fine. She’s got midterms right now, so she’s been stressed,” you said. “I guess I’m just not in the zone today.”

Sadie was your younger sister, who was living with you while she went to community college. She was one of the main reasons you worked two jobs.

After your mother passed away and your father remarried and left, you took it upon yourself to look after her. You basically had to drop out of college in your first year and start working in order to keep a roof over your heads and food on the table. 

She wanted to dance, too, which you had no problem with, but you told her to finish her education first. You wanted at least one of you to have a degree.

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Gia said, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection.

You smiled appreciatively, grabbing your lip gloss to reapply. “Yes, I know. But all’s good, really.”

In all the time you’d known Gia, your love life had been practically nonexistent. Sure, you’d unfortunately dated one or two assholes, but you never let it get too far. It was better to be alone than in bad company.

She knew some of your worst stories and would never judge you, but you didn’t really want to tell her about Aaron. You didn’t want to jinx it, in a strange way, but there was also not a lot to tell. 

Plus, it was kind of nice to have the secret to yourself for now.

“If you say so,” she conceded as you stepped up to the mirror next to her. “Here, I’m up soon, give me a lil bunny kiss for good luck.”

You turned to face her with a small chuckle, and the two of you gingerly rubbed noses together.

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“Well, well… look who’s back,” you said with a smirk as Aaron sat on a stool by the bar.

He smiled lopsidedly. “It’s nice to see you again, Honey.”

Almost a full week had passed since you last saw him. Most of those days, you would sneak hopeful glances at the door. Whenever she caught you, Josephine would snicker to herself, shaking her head in amusement. 

You were actually kind of surprised he’d actually shown up again, especially so close to the end of the night, but you weren’t going to complain.

You poured him his drink and slid it over. “So, you couldn’t resist the lure of the Duchess for too long, huh?”

He chuckled, taking a sip of scotch. “Well, this is actually kind of embarrassing but… I came in on Saturday, but you weren’t here. Didn’t stay long then.”

Your traitorous heart began pounding in your chest. You snuck a glance at Josephine, who was busy closing someone’s tab. Had she seen him?

“Oh, yeah, I’m not here on weekends. I have another job,” you shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

“Where?” He asked seemingly before he could think about it.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why? So you can come stalk me there, too?” 

His cheeks actually grew red and his eyes widened a little. “Um… ha, well, I-”

“I’m just kidding, silly!” You chuckled. “I’m sorry, you should see the look on your face.”

He shook his head, visibly relaxing. “Just felt like yanking my chain, didn’t you?”

“It is kind of fun,” you smirked.

“So you are a busy girl, you weren’t kidding,” he commented, with admiration in his tone. “And of course, you don’t have to tell me about all that you do.”

“A girl has a right to secrets, doesn’t she?”

“I do like a little bit of mystery…” 

“What about you?” You asked. “You haven’t told me what you do.”

“Well I’m an open book, so I’ll tell you.” He brought something out from his pocket, opening it to reveal an FBI badge. “I’m a profiler with the FBI. Formerly a lawyer.”

How fitting, you thought to yourself. Still, you couldn’t help but deflate a little at this revelation. Not that you were expecting anything with him, but this made the chances much slimmer.

“No wonder you’re a workaholic,” you said. “Needing to catch so many bad guys out there and all.”

“I try to,” he looked down at this glass, nodding absently. 

He seemed lost in thought for a moment, so you decided not to press the issue. When he looked back up, he’d decided to change the subject.

“This is going to sound weird, but do you know of a good place to get pancakes in the middle of the night?”

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And so you found yourself sitting in a booth across from Aaron, the much brighter lights of the 24 hour diner letting you get a better look at him.

It was two AM and he looked exhausted but content, not to mention oh-so-ruggedly handsome. You hoped you didn’t look worse for wear under the fluorescent glow.

He’d gotten a short stack of buttermilk pancakes with a side of bacon, which he was now digging into with fervor. You’d opted for some fries and a vanilla milkshake to dip them into.

“Someone was hungry,” you commented, utterly amused.

“Famished,” he confirmed, wiping some maple syrup from the corner of his lips with a napkin. “Sorry if I’m losing my manners a little bit here.”

“All good, I’m kind of enjoying it actually,” you giggled, dipping a fry into your shake. “This is one of my favorite treats.”

“Can I try?” 

“Sure, come closer,” you said, and he leaned forward so you could feed it to him.

“Hmm, not bad. It’s interesting.”

“My little sister and I used to have it all the time when we were kids. My mom got us into it,” you said, smiling a little at the memories. “She was such a sweet tooth.”

“Always nice to honor tradition,” he smiled, understanding there was something tender about this moment. “Right in this diner, too?”

“Oh no, it was back in our hometown. That diner was close to the highway, so a bunch of trucks would always be parked outside. Bit of a seedy place, sure, but I kind of loved it. The food was great, but definitely greasy. I remember there was an old jukebox that always played things like Buddy Holly or The Mills Brothers.” 

You looked out the window for a moment, mind wandering back to the past. To a time when things weren’t so complicated and you always felt safe and happy and taken care of. It all seemed so foreign now. Not that you weren’t happy these days, but… it was just different.

“So you like old, old music,” he said, bringing you back to the present. “I do like me some Mills Brothers, too.”

“Yeah, I’ll listen to anything. I love music, but there’s something about those old songs… They’ll get you.”

“Bit of a romantic, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling uncharacteristically coy. “How do you figure?”

“Hmm, let’s just say I have a knack for these things,” he smirked, pushing his empty plate to one side and leaning his arms on the table. “Have I told you yet that you are beautiful?”

“You have, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

Your phone buzzed with a new text message from Sadie, and you saw it was nearing three AM now. 

“Should we get the check?” You asked, reaching into your purse for your wallet.

“I’ll get it,” he said, waving you off as he flagged down the waitress. “And I’ll drive you home, too. No arguing about it.”

You raised both eyebrows. “Is that an order?” 

“Yes.”

After settling the bill, you climbed into the passenger side of Aaron’s SUV. He handed you an aux cord so you could plug your phone in, and you decided to play some Chet Baker on shuffle.

And of course, ‘I Fall In Love Too Easily’ just had to be the first song to come up. Neither of you made any comment on it, instead remaining mostly quiet on the ride to your place. You guided him through the darkened streets, sneaking glances at his profile. 

When he pulled up to your condo, you unbuckled your seatbelt but did not get out just yet. You looked at each other, both unsure of how this night would end. 

“I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you,” he said finally. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your number last time, I just didn’t want to presume…”

Wordlessly, you extended your hand towards him. He handed you his cellphone, and you saved your information on it. You even took a selfie blowing a kiss at the camera to keep it as your contact picture, and you saw he was smiling lopsidedly as you handed his phone back.

“Problem solved,” you said with a wink. “I’ve had a really nice time, too.”

“We’ve got to figure out a better time for our next date. Can’t just take you out gallivanting at the hour between the dog and the wolf… It speaks poorly of me.”

You smirked mischievously. “Oh, so this was a date?”

He hesitated for just a brief moment, once again worried he was stepping too far. In that moment, it only made you want him more. After all, you shouldn’t even be jumping into conclusions about where this could all lead or what it meant. There was only the present.

You leaned on the dashboard between you, propping your chin on your hand and fluttering your lashes. 

He swallowed hard. “I suppose I could’ve been clearer but… yes. To me it was.”

“Well, if this was a date, does that mean I can bid you a proper goodnight?” Your voice was low and sultry, eyes drawn to his lips as you leaned in even closer.

In the next second, his hand was cupping the back of your neck, pulling you in to meet his kiss. You adjusted so you were kneeling on the seat, hands on his face. Softly, he sighed your name into your mouth as you parted his lips with your tongue. 

It was a slow and sweet kiss, very much exploratory. He let you set the pace, tongue tangling with yours. You let your teeth graze his bottom lip, which elicited a deliciously deep groan from him. Desire roared to life within you, and you wished you could press firmly against him.

When he tried to adjust his body, he accidentally elbowed the horn, and the two of you abruptly broke apart as it blared a single note. You momentarily shared a startled look, but then you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Forgot myself for a moment there,” he panted, also chuckling at his own clumsiness. “But I guess that’s my cue.”

You tilted your head to one side, just a little perplexed. His dark eyes were glazed over with lust, but he didn’t even ask if you’d invite him inside. For your part, you were craving more — so much more — but you weren’t going to push if he wanted to be such a gentleman. 

You leaned in for another quick, chaste kiss — One that had a promise for more behind it. When you pulled away, you let your eyes rove over his face, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Sweet dreams, Aaron,” you said as you opened the car door. “And by that, I mean I hope you dream of me.”

“I really hope so too, Honey.”

#ssa aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner series #aaron hotchner x stripper!reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #minors dni #aaron hotchner #criminal minds

[thekinkyleopard]

Lil Engine who Blew

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon One-shot

A Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Lemons, SnzFet, Public Sex

Author’s Note: Another Geezie request 😏 I can’t take any credit for the idea @zensations35 is the creator of this prompt! The only difference is in true Kezzi fashion, I’ve added a sneaky public smut scene ☺️ Enjoy 🫶🏻 Art and Remi by @aller-geez !

Description:

Remi and Levi stood together, bunched up on the New York subway. “I hate the Subway…” the wolf grumbled anxiously as he looked around, his bright green eyes scanning the semi-packed cart.

“I know…but it’s the fastest way to my sister’s place…” the leopard responded, also less than excited to be on this public transport. They really just hated being surrounded by so many people. Levi felt a tickle in his nose, there was something in the air of this cart that was really bothering him. A perfume, possibly? Someone’s dusty old coat? He rubbed and itched his nose with the edge of his sleeve, huffing a few times as he fought the stinging prickle that started to build within the bridge of his nose.

Still looking around and cautiously watching everyone’s movements, a few people nudging into them, causing Remi to growl low in his chest. Levi, being in close ear shot of this sound, instinctively wrapped his arm around Remi’s waist and pulled him in protectively. Levi stood in front of the masses, back turned, while Remi was shielded. Instantly the wolf seemed to feel a sense of ease, though still that nerve racking feeling bubbling down in his gut did not cease to exist.

He was about to ask his boyfriend what was wrong as he noticed the twitching and soft puffs of air through his nostrils, but the bumpiness of the ride could barely keep them stable and with all the noise, and people, it was hard to get the thoughts to stop swirling. The wolf was struggling immensely with being around such a crowd, almost impossible to see past the bodies. Levi struggling to keep himself upright, his palm comes up to grip the pole tightly, locking Remi behind it. He tries to rub his nose against his clothes on his shoulder, maybe that’ll give him some relief? Swiping the irritated part of his face against the slightly rough fabric needlessly, but to no avail. He huffed loudly out of his nose. “Hnnn….” He grumbled as he twisted his swelling nostrils in circles, then he scrunched them up and down.

That irritating sting simply just would not bugger off. He leaned into Remi’s chest, and tried with his might to be sly as he allowed the bumps of the train to rub his nose up and down against the larger’s man’s shirt. The wolf thinking nothing of it but maybe his little leopard was on the sleepy side? He was too lost in his own head.

He can’t sneeze here…there’s so many others around them, he can’t possibly risk blowing a mouthful all over a complete stranger! That would be absolutely mortifying for him. His arm around Remi tightens, and his grip around the pole squeezes, maybe if he just turns his head a little to the side..maybe down? There isn’t much time, the pressure was already pushing at the very limit.

It was too late for any logical decision, he turned his head up, with anticipation to pull it down, but he lurched forward and with a gasping breath, sprayed all over his boyfriend’s exposed, bare neck. “Hh’EtSHUUU!!!”

Remi, lost in a world of a thousand bad scenarios, was way too busy in the throes of anxiety as his eyes observed to make sure no one got too close to his leopard. His own hands shaking for reasons different to the leaking cat. If someone so much as-…..then it happened. A combination of sound and touch…his neck suddenly feeling very cool compared the rest of his heated body, the sound of Levi’s sneeze ringing blissfully in his ears.

Remi froze, his own grip on the cat turned rigor mortis as he tried to regulate his breath. “B-Bless you….” He strained to get it out but, it was nothing more than a staggered whisper. The leopard twitched, and he trembled as he hitched his breath again “I-I’m so sor-hhh’ t-SHU! Eh’eh…TSCHU!” Another cluster of flecks decorated the side of Remi’s neck, Levi tried to apologize, but the overwhelming fullness that filled his sinuses, was too much. Almost when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, a heavy set gentleman squeezed past Levi and another patron, causing the leopard’s wet, stuffy face to be smushed skin to skin with Remi’s neck now.

“F-fu..ck…” the wolf gritted his teeth as he continued to shakily hold his fitting mate to his body. Who was trying so hard to keep himself stable but as he found himself unable to hold back, his hot mouth opened up against the other’s flesh and as he sneezed the wolf’s toxic green eyes rolled back in his head. “TsCHU!” Remi’s legs turned soft but stayed strong as he leaned into the cat, almost like the anxiety he had felt washed away and all he wanted was more of that hot, wet feeling against his flesh.

“Hh’EtSHU!” Levi let out another, spraying mess there, wet flecks making home onto the wolf’s skin. Remi able to hear it in HD with his ear so dangerously close, heart racing rapidly as he tried to control the feeling in his groin. “Bless you baby…” muttering into the cat’s direction, his face flushed red, as he rubbed the small of his back. His arousal only grew worse while Levi’s mouth hung open against the space, it was so wet, and stuffy, like a heater against his neck. Remi growled. “You’re killin’ me here…kitten…” They had another 40 minutes before they got to their stop…this wasn’t going to do, and he needed him so desperately right now as he could feel their heart beats racing together. Finally, with a few breaths, the cat started calming a bit, with a hitch and slight hiccup. Levi sniffed his nose, loudly, it was clearly congested from all the sneezing, his head dizzy, legs wobbly, but turning his face now he looked up to see those piercing, hungry, emerald greens glaring down at him.

“I’mb so sobby…” his voice blocked up from his fit, wincing as he already knew what was in store for him after a performance like that. He truly hadn’t meant it, he had a game plan, he did! It’s not his fault that he couldn’t control it…

The wolf stared down at the younger’s puffy, swollen and reddened face, as the streaming tears dried against freckled cheeks, it really only made him want him more….he knew a situation like this was ideal, the cat loved exhibitionism. “Turn, around.” Remi mouthed to the helpless cat.

“I-…y-..huh??” He hesitated before Remi took the arm wrapped around the cat and swiftly, spun him around. Both parties now glancing cautiously around them. There was A LOT of people, however, most of them were on their phones or locked into conversations. There wasn’t a single soul paying attention. Remi leaned down to whisper seductively into the cat’s ear.

“I need you to be Daddy’s good little actor….because after what you just did….I’m gonna need this…” his words ended with an animalistic growl as he grabbed his spare checkered sweater and wrapped it around the exposed side of them, tying it securely, slipping the cat’s jeans down from the back, ass still hidden by Levi’s long shirt.

“R-Remi? H-here?” He threw a whisper back anxiously, though he couldn’t pretend like his whole body wasn’t hot. As if he hadn’t fantasized about doing it somewhere so incredibly, public. He had to remain calm, stoic, he couldn’t give way to what was going to happen. He could feel as his boyfriend unbuttoned and unzipped himself, presumably fishing his hardened cock out of the holes in the fabric of his bottoms.

Remi brought his fingers up to his nose, palm cupping his mouth. He made it seem so casual, to the average gaze, it was just a man itching his nose in circles, but while the wolf made this motion he was spitting into his hand. Looking around the train, it was still apparent that not a soul had caught on, exactly what he hoped for. With a very casual motion, he brought his closed fist down, under the fabrics that shielded them, he touched his aching length with the now opened, and slickened palm coating the waiting organ. Pushing himself up against Levi’s taut ass. The leopard shuddered and bit his lower lip, but tried with all the strength inside him, to not give away his position even though his legs felt like jelly, pressing himself back into his mate.

Remi, without hesitation, slid his cock fully inside the leopard, undetected, the cat sucked in a deep breath trying to keep the desperate cries of pleasure swallowed inside him, his legs trembling. “Shhh….” The wolf whispered sinisterly into his mate’s ear before taking his lobe between two sets of teeth, and sucking on it as his hips moved with precision. Every time the train went over a bump, Remi slid himself inside the cat, tight walls clutching his thrusting cock, but stayed perfectly still during smooth terrain. This slow torturous momentum had Levi practically in a pool of his own ecstasy. Such a public display? With all these people? Look at them all, not a clue that he was being so naughty on the subway, Remi’s thick length pulsating inside of him. His own shaft twitched inside the fabric of his boxers. Labored breaths at his ear while Remi focused exponentially hard to not break the cage he concealed the real him inside. Everything about this was riding a very thin line.

Levi’s nose started to leak, eyes watering as he did whatever he could to maintain a calmed expression, if not looking a little tired. Inwardly? Inwardly, he was panting, drooling, pushing his ass up against the wolf with a feverish passion! However, this was meant to be sneaky, they couldn’t get caught or it would mean big trouble. Casually, when it felt natural, he would lean himself back, pushing Remi further into him and then steadily with calculated motions, leaning forward to push it out. They both let out a synchronized sigh as the wolf’s one hand latched onto Levi’s delicate hip, gripping it with such force it was sure to be black and blue by the evening.

However, just when the cat thought he was safe, there it was…the feeling again, his eyes dancing around trying to focus on what it is causing his nose to prickle, and sting. Oh no, he thought this was over with… “R-eh-m—I’m gun-Hh…” not another one…

“Cum? Already?” Remi whispered curiously before he suddenly understood exactly what the cat meant.

“Hih’tsCHu!” His freed up hand that wasn’t holding to the pole for dear life, slapped over his mouth as he sneezed loudly into his palm. The person in front turned around, and Levi blushed furiously, sucking in a breath of air while Remi, hitched his hips and pushed his length into Levi’s prostate.

“Bless ya!” The man nodded with a smile before turning back around without a concern, Levi’s eyes rolled back with relief.

“Th-thanks!” He stuttered but otherwise, his response didn’t seem too unusual. The wolf however, whole body flushing, his nails digging into the flesh reopening wounds from previous sexual encounters between them, he laughed with a darkened tone, whispering once more, staggered as he slowly continued to ride out the helpful bumps of their transport.

“You’re so slutty…talking to someone…so casually with my…dick inside you…” he huffed, panting hotly through strands of white that covered his freckled ear.

“Jesus…” Levi gasped with sharpness, he couldn’t properly respond, he was fighting for his life to hold back, tears streaming and nose leaking, as he felt the wolf get a bit more desperate, risking exposure as he rutted himself upward through even smooth terrain. “Slow..down,” the leopard struggled to speak through gritted teeth.

“No, I’m…seriously…so close…” gasping quietly between words as his movements became less organized. Levi’s eyes slid into his skull, little too obviously, they were coming undone at the seams, his hips rolled slightly backwards, just ever so gently, more than enough for Remi to bury himself and blow his load entirely inside of Levi’s ass. The wolf’s body tensed up, pulling the smaller into him tightly, grunting through a tightly clenched jaw. His cock twitched and emptied, his hips stuttering loosely. The leopard felt as the man’s arm around him eventually fell limply and his breathing got heavier. Little less than strategically, Remi slid himself out, and tucked his spent length now back into his pants, fixing Levi’s situation from behind as well.

“Great…now…I’m going to have a wet spot on my…pants…” Levi panted and grumbled slightly as he self consciously pulled his rather long shirt, down further, hoping no one would see when they got out at their stop.

“Here…” Remi wrapped his extra plaid sweater around the man’s waist, tying it swiftly from behind for him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. “All covered,” Levi blushed leaning into the man now.

“Okay…but we need to find a bathroom…cause now IVE got an issue…” he whimpered, looking behind him now at the wolf.

“I can fix that…thanks for the distraction…I almost had a panic attack..” he chuckled loosely placing another kiss now at the back of Levi’s head, still slightly out of breath from having to remain so in control, in a situation he’d usually lose it in.

“Glad I could help…I guess..sorta unintentionally,” the cat chuckled as he shifted uncomfortably, they heard the conductor announce their stop was next over the intercom.

“Perfect timing…” he smirked wrapping a strong arm around the cat’s hip to lead the way through the subway. “Just so you know, that was the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever done,” Levi blushed furiously before bumping the man with his hip.

“Sounds like a challenge….” Biting his lower lip with a playful expression.

“You’re on,” Remi’s face equally as mischievous as his mate, as the ideas already started swirling in their heads.

The End

Did I do a good? :S Love you Geezie hope you enjoyed~ and anyone else who reads as well 🫶🏻🥰

#remixlevi #oc #original character #writer #fic writer #art #smut #my character #snz kink #snz fic #snzfic #snzfet #snz fet

[spctrsgf]

the next stop

summary: sometimes it’s a tad bit hard to hear your boyfriend on a busy train. (part 18 of @/ham_zero (TT)’s HTS)

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language (like once, I don’t think I’ve even sweared this little in a fic before), a lil suggestive ig

a/n: i found this tiktok account and i loved their high tension scenarios so i think ill make it a series ! here’s our favorite british gift shopist to kick it off (:

You pulled at your sleeves nervously as you and Steven speed walked towards the train station, all jazzed up. Steven was caught up in his phone, mumbling an incomprehensible jumble of words as he tried to pull up your tickets.

“Steven, hon, do you need help with that?” Your hand reached out to rest on his lower back, guiding him to the left to avoid a pole. “No, I got it,” Steven responded distractedly, batting away your other hand from grabbing the device. “I can figure this out on my own.”

You giggled. “Yeah, seems like that’s going well.”

“Hey. Not nice.”

You shrugged. “Just telling the truth.”

“That- come on! It was supposed to be right there!”

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” You came to a stop, looking up to your clearly frustrated boyfriend.

Steven hummed softly, not sparing you a look up.

“Steven,” you grabbed his phone. “Let me help you.”

“It’s pointless!” He threw his hands up. “You’ll never find it. I wasn’t able to and I’ve been looking for twenty bloody-“

“Found it!” You placed the phone back in Steven’s hand with a triumphant smile.

“Wha-“ He gaped.

“C’mon,” you yanked on his hand. “We gotta catch the train.”

He huffed, letting himself be dragged along. “You won’t tell me how you did it, will you.”

You turned back to him with a sly smile. “I gotta be useful for something.”

——

“Hurry!” You laughed, running towards the train. “We’re gonna miss it!” Steven finished his cup of coffee quickly, tossing it in the trash can to his left before chasing after you. “Hey,” he said once he fell in line with your strides. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine, we’re not gonna miss the show.”

You shot him a glare as you got to the train stop. “You don’t know that.”

He caught your fidgety hands in his own. “I do. Relax.”

You huffed. “Trying.”

“Good.”

Barely a minute later, the train pulled up to the station in all of its glory. “Oh, bullocks,” Steven grumbled beside you. “It’s packed. You can’t hear a thing in there.”

You swallowed sharply. “Glad I’m not claustrophobic, jeez.”

Steven chuckled, placing his hand in yours as you ventured together into the train. “Me too.”

The two of you found a place near a pole, you holding it and Steven holding your waist. There were barely two inches in front of you, trapping you in the position you were in. You looked up at Steven, smiling softly at the man you had the privilege of calling yours.

His eyes were cast outward, surveying the London landscape with bright, eager eyes. His curls were askew from your previous running excursion, blowing lightly from the train fan. His strong jawline was so close it would take practically no movement at all to kiss it. The notion was tempting, and you had to set your own jaw to stop yourself.

And his outfit. Gods, you were sure he was wearing it just to drive you crazy. The navy slacks that fit snugly, the white button up, the navy blazer that matched his pants. And his rings. You’d never coined Steven as the type of person to want to wear the rings (Marc ran more along those lines), but you had to admit it fit him perfectly.

You let your eyes trail Steven (almost) shamelessly as he was caught up in his own world, occasionally shaking his head at the sound of a stop so that he could gauge how long you guys had until you needed to get off.

Your brain went a million directions the longer you stared, and before long you were enveloped in your own world as well. So long that you didn’t notice your stop was coming up.

Steven, on the other hand, did. He shook himself out of his thoughts and squeezed your waist as if to tell you without vocalizing it. When you didn’t shake, he looked down to find you glassy eyed and lost in thought. He smiled. “Love, we’re getting off on the next stop.”

You didn’t answer, only smiled softly as if thinking of something funny. Steven realized then how loud the train was, and that you probably couldn’t hear him. He chuckled softly when an idea hit him, leaning down. “Hey, our stop is next.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, placing a kiss there before pulling back just enough to see your face turn bright red, but not far enough to properly stand.

“Got it!” You shoved his shoulder abruptly, nearly knocking him into the person next to him. His strong hand tightened on your waist and brought him back to you, prompting him to shift to stand right behind you and rest his chin on your head. You frantically willed your face to calm down, bringing a hand to poorly cover your face in embarrassment.

“You alright?” Your boyfriend’s voice floated from above, his jaw moving against your head. His sharp jaw. You flushed a deeper red, struggling to get a grasp. “Mhm!” Your voice was pinched and you were sure Steven could tell you were flustered.

“That wasn’t very convincing.”

You elbowed him lightly. “I’m fine!”

“Y/n.” You could hear the smirk now.

“Please just give me a sec.”

A laugh broke loose. “Alright, I’m just playing.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back on the task at hand. Your face was barely contained by the time the train met the next stop, Steven grabbing your hand and dragging you out. He bounced on his toes as you made your way to the theater. “Steven, hon,” you pulled your arm to alert him. “Calm down, you’re yanking my arm out of its socket.”

He slowed immediately. “Oh bullocks, I’m sorry.”

You giggled. “Hey, like you said, we’re not gonna miss the show. We’re like twenty minutes early.”

He nodded. “Yeah, alright, it’s just…”

“You’re jumpy, I get it. I was the same way earlier, remember?”

“Yeah, you were, yeah.”

You nudged his shoulder playfully, turning to watch the sunset that framed him. The oranges and blues and pinks offered the perfect background as Steven’s face was sheathed in a warm light from the fading sun. “Gods.”

Steven looked down at you then, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Huh? Did you say something?”

“Wha?” You played it off, cheeks dusting a rosy pink. “No, I just- nothing.”

Steven’s lips lifted knowingly. “Uh huh, and your glassy gaze and red cheeks from earlier were nothing, too, yeah?”

You glared at him. “You bastard.”

“That’s a bit rude to say, innit?”

You tutted at him mockingly. “And you’re making fun of me. Guess we’re both being a bit rude.”

He laughed, a belly laugh that shook his whole body. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Steven.”

#moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #oscar issac #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #marvel

[matchamabs]

I know you didn’t ask for it but- BOTW MONSTERS: RANKED BY HOW HOT THEY ARE,,,,

i do fuck all in the days lemme tell ya

ill admit i havent done EVERY enemy but like. i do enjoy making these posts so who knows, i might actually rank everything sooner or later 🤷‍♀️

,,,,, and if u want a specific ranking of botw/aoc stuff lmk 👀

ahh the ol reliable. the classic bokoblin. he is just a little lad! unfortunately they’re genuinely kind of ugly??? and the idk the singular horn in the middle aint a good look. i see cute comics abt these guys being domestic and thats adorable but also giving them so much leeway bc they’re really Not that cute. not sure what the loincloth is hiding and im not sure i wanna know anyway. 3/10 really kind of. not good. 

slightly bigger loincloth only means slightly bigger things to hide :( i rlly hate these guys noses and whatever the fuck toenails they have why do they have toenails?????? s’bad. the thing is tho they have the proportions of a potentially attractive gerudo which is probably what takes the edge off the general vibes of... u know... being an abomination. its also only JUST occured to me as im writing that these guys r just evolved bokoblins so. glow up i guess. 6/10 what that tongue do

ok bypassing whatever the fuck rule 34 has done to these guys, i actually dig them. i find the huge fat ones way cuter than the lil bug eyed ones. in their case theres rlly no, like... hotness about them. its just cute. i think they’re cute. any monster that is cute and also doubles up as a bed gets my vote 7/10 get urself a fella as flexible as these guys 

u know what, im gonna say it, these guys r actually kinda hot. proportions arent super bad, the face aint bad and generally they have good vibes. aside from, u know, when they’re tryna shank u. id say one of the most bearable monsters to have to look at. 8/10 im not a scalie

??????????? idk what to say. u could tie these little shits to like swingball poles and beat them with rackets thatd b good. aside from that these guys have like no redeeming qualities. they’re a pain in the ass and not in a good way. 3/10 cute but like. is it worth it?

i mean,,,,,,,, someones probably into it. i dont like these guys for a lot of reason and surprisingly the thing that gets me is the fucking hair why does it have that hair its like he-man just went straight over the top with an electric razor its not a good look!!! stop trying to make it work! it wont! and again with the loincloth??? im not into it. the only thing i like abt these guys is the lil waistcoats. they have some amount of decency (but the implications it makes are Not Good). uh. 2/10. barely.

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,,,,,9/10. but if you see a lynel up close like that chances are you died about half a minute ago

again. ??? i dont rlly like. i mean. im digging the top heavy proportions? its got the same body type as kass so like. 4/10. bit plain around the features but what can u do. i dont understand how but the igneo taluses are like. sexier 

UGHGHHH I FUCKING HATE THESE THINGS okay okay okay like these motherfuckers lure u in by being quite cute and dancin around and then u get a look at their faces and its like fucking JESUS and its even WORSE when you see under their cloak and they have no necks????? and like????? they do that gay little fucking dance that pisses me off???? they’re wearing hoods that give the ILLUSION that they have necks and im im fumin ok i HATE it i hate it i have been betrayed and i will NEVER FORGET ABOUT IT UGHGHGHG I HATE THESE CUNTS -10000000000000000000000000000000000/10 die

hhhhh i just dont like em. theyre too annoying to be cute now. and whats gonna happen if i squeeze one? is like. water gonna come out? r they just gonna deflate? 4/10 tentacles are not hyrules forte it seems ://

trust kohga to send the twinks out on the front line. seriously. they’re not bad tho? kinda small and underwhelming :((( tho i give extra points for the good crazy laugh we love a good manic cackle 6/10 they dont really count as monsters but ah well where else am i gonna put em

now THATS what im talkin about babeyyyyy we love the muscles,,,,, the posture,,, the stride,,, we love it when u fuck up stealth and a torrential downpour of these motherfuckers come down to beat ur ass,,,,, 9/10 its raining men 😎

u know. u dont rlly like. get a good view of these guys when ur balls deep in a battle with them, but the more i get like closer looks at them the more i go ???? like idk. everything about them looks backwards and wrong. but as far as backwards and wrong goes its not a bad look and the boss theme is a banger so 4/10 maybe dont jump on my ass every time i step one foot onto the desert :/

i just. i dont dig it. idk why. aside from the fact they’re a monumental pain in my ass, and now everytime i hear a beep even slightly resembling a guardian i shit my pants, but. idk??? as far as robots go its not like. terrible. they’re like the milfs of robots. the milves, if u will. a rilf. except i wouldnt. so its more like riwlf. but even that leaves too much up to interpretation so im just gonna call em a cunt and go. 4/10 leg game strong

here we are,,, the big boys,,,, waterblight isnt too bad i will admit, but the spear hand is both annoying and mildly inconvenient. its got a rlly big chest but rlly thin arms?? also not sure how i feel abt the strap on beard but oh well its not like ganons got taste. 5/10 kind of average for a blight i think

a hefty motherfucker. a chunk of a lad. big large. the fact this is like one of the easiest blights makes it more forgiveable to me but like whatever its got going on with the 80s hair needs 2 be sorted out. i like its moves but it doesnt hang upside down like waterblight :((( 5/10 calm down kate bush

ok who doesnt like gun arms. and a gun back. this things like fuckin megatron. the whole face plate thing doesnt look bad either. honestly its kind of a look? but its dickheadery in aoc makes me wanna set shit on fire so :// 6/10 hot but will not leave u alone 😔

ok this one is by FAR the sexiest of all the blights. i just cant explain it. i like guys with bad posture. i had an easy time beating it but apparently its given other people a lot of grief and that makes it 10x more sexy to me lmaooo. also it can clone itself which is like. thats a win. 8/10 ganon spilt all the sexy juice into this one

ok i didnt realise how many arms this motherfucker has and the whole hairline behind the ears thing is not a great look. especially w the beard. in fact the longer i look at it the less sexy it becomes tbh. 3/10 they tried to make arachnophobia sexy and it didnt work

10/10 i will be taking questions in my inbox but i wont be taking constructive criticism and you cant make me 

#botw #breath of the wild #aoc #age of calamity #calamity ganon #ganon #loz #legend of zelda #hyrule warriors age of calamity #hyrule warriors aoc #windblight #thunderblight #waterblight #fireblight #yiga #i ran out of ppl to rank and then i went wait-- #;)

[notkageyamasprincess]

embarrassing things about them | pt. iv

nekoma

genre/warnings: basically you should stop reading if you don’t want to see me slander your faves. crack!1! & like minimal fluff

kuroo tetsurō

genuinely believes he’s a really good singer but he’s really not

you went to a karaoke bar for your third date since you both loved singing

also karaoke bars are conveniently dim so 😳

he queued his song, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth. you were speechless

he sounded like ice jj fish if you were wondering

“kuroo... what the fuck”

“i know, i’m pretty good right?” “uhm no-”

kai nobuyuki

a guy who pays attention to his health

but a worrywart over small things

his search history is all stuff like “sharp pain in my right side what does this mean” “left foot numb in the middle of the night” “saw a tiny dark spot in corner of my vision am i going to be okay”

tummy hurts a bit too much for a bit too long

he just ends up scaring himself because he always ends up on those sketchy medical sites that tell him he has cancer or some kind of horrible illness

please reassure him 🥺

yaku morisuke

he was 14, felt fresh asf coming home bc! this boy! was single no more! nice!

but he didn’t know how to kiss and he really wanted to impress them

you bet he practiced kissing on his arm

alone in his room ofc. well, until his dad barged in

“hey son, could you-”

he whipped around and shamefully removed his lips from his forearm

his dad?? just?? quietly closed the door?

yamamoto taketora

he’s definitely a fanboy for those girl idol groups (like tōdō from jjk)

he somehow acquired a life sized cardboard cutout of his fave

he keeps her hidden away in his closet bc there’s no way he can leave her out in the open

it gave his mom a FRIGHT when she went in to clean his room omgomgomg

i feel like it warranted a family meeting 💀

kozume kenma

i hc that he probably gets his hair done at a salon (sksj omg can you imagine his cute lil butt sitting in the chair w the cape around him)

anyways his regular guy was on vacation and he desperately needed an appointment

so he decided to pick up a box of hair dye and tried to diy bad decision very bad

he didn’t really know what brand was good or what shade so he just randomly got the first blond colour from a really sus brand but he didn’t know that 😭

listen. he accidentally dyed his hair NEON YELLOW.

highlighter lookin’ ass

he didn’t know wtf to do next and school was hell the next day bc no hats allowed

fukunaga shōhei

so you know how he says little jokes to himself and laughs??

his classmates were like “oi fukunaga, how come you’re always laughing, what’s so funny?”

and shō was real excited to tell his jokes

NO ONE LAUGHED. NOT ONE SOUL. IT WAS AWKWARD. 😐

the only one rolling on the ground in tears was himself

(this is kinda sad i need to compensate bc i lob him)

but years down the line, you ended up sharing his weird humour so he knew you were the one <3

inuoka sō

he’s always hyper and cheerful and loves to help people out!!

so when he was walking in the streets and saw a girl with her hands full drop something, he had to go in there!

he went in there. quite literally. her skirt i mean.

when he crouched down to pick up what she dropped, his head caught onto the hem of her skirt and when he lifted his head back up......

it was an honest mistake!! baby boy would never!! really tragic how it happened really omg please he’s not a pervert please don’t call the cops he’s already so embarrassed

haiba lev

so we all know he’s really tall

and if you’ve ever been to japan, well, it’s not the friendliest place for lanky bean poles like him

especially doorways of trains/subways. doorways in general

bumps his head in front of people so much

sometimes really hard too how does he not get concussions???

sometimes gets a big bump on his forehead before he even arrives at school

is that why he’s such a dumb dumb?

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

taglist: @sparkykatsuki

#nekoma #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #kuroo tetsuro #kozume kenma #kai nobuyuki #yaku morisuke #yamamoto taketora #fukunaga shohei #inuoka sou #haiba lev #hq hcs #nekoma headcanons #hq crack #haikyuu crack #jia writes #fresh out the queue #it’s getting hard to think of embarrassing things gahhh

[cacoetheswriting]

nothing more - berlin

Warnings: just angsty really, a lil dom!Berlin  Word Count: 1.2k Request By: anonymous: “angst. berlin and a female heist crew member!OC always banter but they have a lot of unresolved sexual tension and she does love him but before she can do anything he goes off with that hostage girl(idk her name)” A/N: Everything written in italics is a flashback/memory.

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You watched as Berlin, the man you were so desperately and hopelessly in love with, disappeared into another room with one of the hostages. Ariadna was her name. A beautiful girl, just his type. 

Your fingers curled by your side turning your hands into fists. Anger mixed with sadness over came you - the most dangerous blend. A lone tear escaped the corner of your eye. You wiped it quick, before anyone could notice.

Of course one person noticed. Berlin. From across the room, as he closed the door behind him, he observed for a brief moment as your hand travelled to your cheek in a desperate attempt to cover up your sadness. 

A sigh escaped his lips but he shook the feeling of guilt away and shut the door.

You excused yourself and hurried out of the room. Your heart was racing in your chest, panic. Stumbling into the nearest bathroom, you walked up to the sink and splashed some cold water on your face. Why did you have to fall for that devilish man? 

Memories came flooding as you starred at your own reflection. They hit you like a brick. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, to your first conversation, your first argument, the first time you kissed and the last. 

“How can you even say that?” You asked in disbelief. “I am a world class dancer!” “Dancing around a pole doesn't make you world class.” Berlin teased. His eyes locked with yours, a sly smirk circling his lips. You scoffed, your mouth parting a tiny bit in shock. 

“You did not just bring my past into this.” “Well, we’re talking about your dancing abilities and your past as a stripper factors into that. Does it not?” You furrowed your eyebrows wanting desperately to be mad at him. But how could you.

“Don’t worry girly.” Nairobi chimed in. Both of you turned to look in her direction. “Berlin’s just jealous he’s never seen you up on that pole.” She winked at Berlin who scoffed. “I have standards.” “So do I old man, but even I can't deny that I would happily slip some bills into her undies if I ever got the chance to see her perform.” 

Her comment made you giggle. 

“If we all make it out of this alive I promise to put on a private show for you Nairobi.” You shook your ass lightly in her direction as she placed her hand to her forehead, in a swooning motion.

Laughing, you glanced back at Berlin who’s eyes were glued to you. He licked his lips as his gaze travelled from your waist up your body, lingering a little too long around your chest area. 

This is what your relationship consisted of. Inappropriate jokes, an extensive amount of teasing, undressing each other with your eyes, soft touches when no-one was looking, secret glances, and inappropriate comments. Nothing more. 

It was quite sad really. The more you thought about it the more you realised if he was open to it, if he wanted you as much as you wanted him, you could let yourself go completely. You could be his. However, Berlin valued the mission more than anything and a relationship with you could comprise the mission. 

With a soft smile you excused yourself. Your legs carried you back to your room where you spent the rest of that afternoon crying. 

The days leading up to the heist were nerve-racking. Everyone sulked about the place unsure of what to do with themselves. Nothing seemed to be worthy of these last moments you’d share here in peace. 

You spent most of your free time in your room reading. It was the only activity that seemed to keep from images of the older thief circulating in your brain. Images of him kissing you. Images of him undressing you. Images of his hands exploring your bod-.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality. You cursed under your breath, placed the book on the bedside table, and got to your feet.

Sure enough the man you wanted to avoid stood on the other side. He smiled. “I missed you.” “What do you want Berlin?” You asked rolling your eyes. He took a step inside and closed the door behind him. “It feels like I haven't seen you in a while. You know you are my favourite out of this sad bunch.” There was a suggestive tone to his voice.

“I’ve been busy.” You replied with a sigh. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yes.” 

“Busy doing what?” 

“Relaxing.” 

“How’s that been going for you?” 

“It was better when you weren't here.” 

“Well, I can leave if you want me to. All you had to do is ask.”

He was now in front of you. Chest to chest. Your heart pounding; which he could most definitely feel. He smiled seductively. He brushed his fingers up your arm sending a wave of electricity down your spine as he leaned down, his face now inches away from yours. With one finger, he tilted your chin up to meet his hungry gaze. His hot minty breath hit against your lips. You swallowed hard. 

“Please.” You managed to blurt out.

“Please what?” Berlin asked in a mere whisper.

“Ple-ease l-leave.” 

“Is that what you really want Y/N?” 

The sound of your real name coming out of his mouth was enough for you to melt away. You had no idea he even knew your real name. 

“No-o.” 

Berlin smirked. He placed his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face. His lips touched yours sensually; they were softer than you remembered. He he ran his tongue back and forth along the edge of your bottom lip, caressing it softly. 

A moan escaped your mouth. The sweet sound was like music to his ears and he pressed into you harder, causing you to take a step back. You were now pressed against the wardrobe. No escape.

Both of your heads rotated to vary pressure, breaths heavy. Berlin’s hands moved from your face down your neck, fingers wrapped around it gently and he squeezed. 

He released you slowly from his embrace and without another word walked out of the room leaving you breathless and alone. 

You looked at your own reflection in the mirror wondering how the hell you became so infatuated by the dark haired man. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face with your hand and took a couple of deep breaths. 

Reality. It was time to return to reality. 

Slowly, with your head down, you strutted out of the bathroom. As you ran your fingers through your hair, still not looking ahead, you collided with someone. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath and looked up to meet the person you walked into. “Berlin...” He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. 

A sigh escaped your lips. All you wanted was to get away from him, just for a moment, and yet he was everywhere you looked. “Shouldn't you be with Ariadna?” Her name came out like a sneer. Berlin didn't respond which made you roll your eyes. 

“Excuse me.” You whispered and tried to push pass him but the older thief grabbed your arm. “Can we talk?” “Let me go.” You broke free from his grip and tilted your head slightly to meet his gaze.

“We have nothing to talk about. Nothing more. Not anymore.” And with that Berlin watched you walk away. A weird ache in his chest. 

-

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[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Look Back At Me

Florian x reader

Warnings: Smutttttt

A/N: This is my entry for @blackmissfrizzle‘s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge!! Look Back At Me by Trina ft. Killa Mike was my song prompt.

Word Count: 2,582

********

"Please leave your message for—" 

You hit end call and tossed your phone onto the bed. This was the third time you'd tried to call Florian and he let his phone go to voicemail. 

Ever since the fight you two had days ago, he'd been ignoring you. No calls, no texts. 

"Fuck him, then," you said to yourself and turned on the TV. 

Seconds later, your phone started vibrating. You wrestled with the covers to find it thinking Florian was calling back. Once you picked it up and saw your best friend's name, you sighed and slid the call button. 

"Hey Bree," you greeted. 

"Biiiiiiitch!! You're not at LUXX?!" She questioned. 

"Obviously not, ma'am, do you hear music in my background?" You sassed. 

"Well, ya boy is posting on his story all up in VIP with Sandro, Masias and some hoes." 

"What?!" You hurried to grab your tablet and went to Instagram. 

Clicking on Florian's story, you watched as he smiled and laughed with his friends. Some chick in a tight green dress sitting closely next to him. 

"Did y'all break up and you didn't tell me?" 

"I mean, we had a fight over something stupid and we haven't been speaking, but a break up is news to me…" 

"Nuh un, don't sound sad. Get dressed. I'll be there to pick you up," she said before hanging up. 

You thought about texting her and telling her that it wasn't worth it, but you weren't gonna sit around with hurt feelings while he partied, so you hopped in the shower to start getting ready. 

********

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when Bree called to tell you that she was pulling into the driveway. You grabbed your clutch, threw your phone inside and headed out. 

"Ooh, you look cute," she said when you got inside of the car. 

"Thanks, boo, so do you," you air kissed her cheek. 

When she pulled up to the club, she gave the valet her keys and the bouncer let you both walk right in. You could hear people grumbling behind you about how they'd been waiting. 

Since everyone there knew who you were, another bouncer escorted you both to the VIP area. 

"We're getting our own section tonight, Leo, giving the boys their space, ya know?" You told him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't question it. He sat you in the section right next to Florian's. A bottle of champagne rested in the bucket waiting for you upon arrival. 

Within seconds, Florian and Masias were walking over to the two of you. Bree pretended as if she didn't see them as she popped the bottle to pour the champagne. 

"What are you doing here?" He questioned. 

"Don't worry, I didn't come here to bother you. My friend asked me to come out with her so I did," you shrugged and grabbed your flute. 

"Come here, I need to talk to you." 

"No, that's okay, when I tried talking to you you ignored my calls, remember? Go ahead back over there with your groupies," you dismissed him. 

Florian walked away. He wasn't gonna cause a scene there. If you wanted to be that way then fine. 

"Go back over there with your friend, Masias," Bree said. 

"What if I wanna stay with you?" He smirked. 

"Boy bye!" She waved her hand 

"You've never even given me a chance." 

"Because I know your type and I won't be wasting my time, now go away." 

Masias finally gave up and walked away. You side eyed Bree. You knew that she had a thing for that man and they flirted like two lovesick teens, but tonight she was standing in solidarity with you. 

You waved your server down and asked for more champagne. You figured it'd be safe to stick with that instead of mixing it with hard liquor. 

********

You were on your fourth glass of champagne. You were up dancing to the music and every so often you'd look over just to see Florian staring at you and  made sure to sway your hips perfectly to every beat. 

With the alcohol coursing through your body, you were feeling the vibes and really having fun despite your “ex” being in the section next to you. 

"Ladiieeessss, if you remember this song, I want you to come to the dance floor and show out for me one time!" The DJ announced. 

"If you want it you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it flip it rub it dump it smack it look back at I'm an addict—"

"Ooh! That's my shit let's go!" You grabbed Bree's hand and led her down the stairs. 

Florian stood and watched you over the balcony. You and Bree hit the dance floor and rapped along with the words. 

"I got a ass so big like the sun. Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run. Slap it in my face, shove it down my throat—" 

A guy walked up behind you and you started grinding on him. Florian's blood immediately started to boil. He knew that you were acting crazy in order to get under his skin. 

"I know how to fuck. I know how to ride. I can spin around and keep the dick still inside. Now ya mouth wide, you lookin real scared. I'ma man eater, head hunter, I'm prepared—" 

You turned around to face the guy and grabbed the back of his head. 

"If you want it, you can get it if you wit it, I'ma hit it, flip it rub it up and smack it look back at it I'm an addict. Look back at me—" 

That set him off. He walked down the stairs slowly and headed towards the dance floor. 

You weren't paying attention to him and hopped up on the platform with the stripper pole as the second verse started. 

"Put this pussy in yo jaws now smack. Like it's Thanksgiving and it ain't coming back—" 

The room was spinning before you could understand what was happening. You yelped and grabbed on to the nearest body, so you wouldn't hit the floor. 

Once you realized it was Florian, you tried to snatch away, but he had such a tight grip on your arm that you weren't going anywhere. 

You had to skip in order to keep up with his quick stride. 

"I have on heels, you need to stop before I fall!" You yelled over the music. 

He didn't turn around, but he did slow down a little. When you got outside, his truck was already waiting at the valet and the attendant had the door open and waiting for you. 

"Get in," he demanded. 

"No, I came with Bree and I'm not gonna leave her," you turned to go back inside, but he grabbed you again. 

He lifted you up and sat you down in the seat, put your seatbelt on and then slammed the door behind him. When he got into the driver's seat, he closed the door so hard you were surprised the windows didn't break. 

The ride home was mostly silent. You rubbed your wrist where he'd been holding on to you. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he reached over and rubbed the spot gently. 

Your phone started vibrating inside of your clutch. You figured it was probably Bree checking on you, so you answered. 

"Are you okay?!" She yelled the moment you picked up. 

"I'm fine," you shrugged. 

"I was trying to get out there to you, but Masias wouldn't get out of my way," she explained. 

"Don't worry about it. Is he gonna ride home with you? I didn't want to leave you by yourself." 

"Yes, he's riding home with me and his ass isn't even allowed inside. He can wait in the lobby for his Uber!" 

You laughed. You could only imagine how hard she'd just rolled her eyes at that man. 

"Well don't worry about me, I'm fine. You just get home safe and try not to hurt the poor guy." You advised. 

"Okay and Florian, you'd better not hurt my friend or I will come after you!" She hollered. 

"Goodnight, Bree," you laughed and hung up. 

"Does she really think that I would harm you?" He asked. 

"Well, you did just drag me out of a nightclub while your friend kept her barricaded inside," you shrugged. "Also, I don't want to go to your place. Take me home." 

"My place is your home. You're the one who left and went back to your apartment over a petty argument." 

"Petty?!" You screeched. 

"Yes, petty! And then you're in there shaking your ass and being disrespectful." 

"Oh, I'm being disrespectful as if you didn't break up with me??"

He pulled into the driveway and before he could put the truck in park, you were jumping out and walking back towards the road. 

He quickly ran behind you and threw you over his shoulder. 

"Put me down right fucking now, Florian!" You punched his back. 

May as well been hitting a brick wall. 

He set you on your feet once you were inside, but made sure to stand in front of the door, so you couldn't leave. 

"Who said that we broke up?" 

"You not answering my calls and letting your lil bimbo bitch be all over you at LUXX told me everything that I needed to know. But then you get jealous when you see me with another guy? You're full of shit." 

"That's not—" 

"Save it," you cut him off, "I didn't get in the way of you getting fucked tonight, so you shouldn't have gotten in mine." 

You watched his face darken. Of course you didn't mean the words that you'd just so foolishly said, but it was much too late to take them back. 

He walked towards you slowly. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You backed up until you hit a wall. 

"Shit," you tried to turn and run, but he grabbed you and slammed you back into the wall. 

"You wanna get fucked?" He growled. "What were the lyrics? You got an ass so big like the sun?" He lifted you dress over your ass and palmed it in his big hand. 

He used his other hand to grab yours and guide it to his dick. You could feel him growing hard through his jeans. 

He kicked your legs apart and rubbed his fingers over your pussy. 

"Is this enough dick for that mile ride?" He asked as he slid a finger inside of you. 

You unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to squeeze his cock. He groaned and slid another finger into your core. Working them in and out quickly. It felt so good, you pressed your forehead against his chest. 

He used his free hand to grip your cheeks. 

"Open up," he said. 

You stuck your tongue out as he pulled his fingers from you and stuck them in your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you sucked on his slick coated fingers. 

Once you were done, he lowered you to your knees. You assisted in pulling his jeans off and freeing his throbbing member. You licked your lips at the sight of him. 

He grabbed your face so you once again opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He slapped his dick on it and then on your cheek. 

"That’s what the song said, yeah? Slap it in your face? What's next?" 

"Shove it down my throat," you quickly answered. 

He wasted no time sliding into your mouth until he couldn't go anymore. 

You grabbed his ass and pushed him further down. Relaxing your throat, so you could take all of him in. 

Florian threw his head back. A loud groan leaving his lips. He pulled out, because he knew that a second longer would've resulted in him cumming down your throat and he wasn't through with you yet. 

You took a deep breath when he was fully out. Smiling up at him, because you knew why he moved. 

He helped you up and then bent you over the couch. 

"I really don't like the way you were acting. Making that fucker think that he ever had a chance with you," he got down on his knees behind you and sucked your clit into his mouth. 

He licked and sucked on your pussy from the back like a pro. Reminding you of one of the reasons why you put up with his shit. 

You were struggling to stay upright in your high heels and the upcoming orgasm was causing your knees to buckle. 

He turned you around. He wanted to see your face when you came. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes pinched shut. It was all reserved for him and only him. 

"Look at me," he demanded. "This is my pussy, right?" 

You couldn't answer. Your mouth dropped as a tingling sensation washed over your entire body. You laced your fingers in his short hair as you rocked back and forth over his face. 

He stood and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you around to lie down on the couch. 

"Answer my question," he said as he trailed kisses from your lips to your throat. "Who does this pussy belong to?" 

"I'm single, remember?" You taunted him. 

"Ooh," he pulled the top of your dress back exposing your nipple. "That's the wrong answer," he said and bit down hard on your nipple. 

Your scream was a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

He turned you on your stomach and grabbed your waist forcing you onto your knees. He slapped your ass twice before thrusting inside of you. 

You screamed and scratched at the couch. He fucked your pussy with no remorse. Undoubtedly making you regret what you'd said to him. 

"Fuck, Florian, you're—" 

"Shut up and take it," he said and grabbed your throat. 

You still tried to run a little, so you laid down flat. Worst idea ever since you were now trapped beneath his large body. His hand pressed into the arch of your back as he fucked you. 

"Look back at me," he turned your head. "Now, whose pussy is this?" He hit you with a hard stroke in between each word. 

"Yours! It's yours baby," you moaned as you felt the waves building once again. 

He gave you a sloppy kiss as his hips started to stutter. 

"Yes, daddy, cum in your pussy," you urged him. 

You tightened around him as you came. Digging your nails into the material of the sofa. That provoked his orgasm and he released ribbons of warm cum inside of you. 

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of you and lied down beside you. 

"I'm sorry," he finally broke the silence. "I should have talked to you about our problems instead of ignoring you."

"I forgive you," you reached up to scratch his beard, "just don't let it happen again or I'll knock yo ass out." 

"Oh, really?" He repositioned himself, so that he was in between your thighs. 

You felt him getting hard again and tried to move. 

"Nah, let's see who knocks who out first," he said as he slid into you again. 

You braced yourself. Tonight was gonna be a long night and you were ready for it. 

#Florian Munteanu #Florian x reader #Florian Munteanu x reader #Big Nasty #Smut #frizzle 2k celebration #bad bitch challenge #Lotusss Writes

[set-phasers-to-whump]

all this time been burnin’ with a fever

prompt: labor (leftover from day 6, used as an alt)

whumpee: eddie diaz

fandom: 911

heyo! i am gonna be honest i cannot figure out whether this fic sucks or is okay. i straight up have no idea. but oh well. hopefully it’s ok! this fic is pre-buddie but i suppose it doesn’t have to be? idk its a lil different from the usual pre-buddie stuff i write. also i don’t mention it in the fic but i don’t want people to worry about him so chris is like, at a sleepover :) hope you enjoy this! (title from deleter by grouplove)

When Eddie had laid down in the bunk room, he’d felt just a little bit off. He had attributed this to the current heat wave sweeping through Los Angeles, but now, he’s not so sure. 

The alarm is going off and around him, his fellow firefighters are climbing out of their bunks to respond to a worker trapped under heavy equipment at a factory. Eddie gets out of bed with the rest of them, trying to pretend like his head isn’t spinning from the movement. He takes the stairs down to the truck, not liking his chances of going down the pole with his weirdly-sweaty hands. 

He feels very slightly better when he sits down in the truck across from Buck. Slightly. His head has stopped spinning. Other than that, he still feels like absolute shit. He’s hot, and horribly sweaty (he can feel his hair sticking unpleasantly to his forehead), and his whole body aches like...like something. His head hurts too much to think of an appropriate metaphor. 

“You okay?” Buck asks. It takes Eddie a moment to register the fact that anyone has spoken at all, and another moment to figure out a reply. By the time he says, “I’m fine,” he’s pretty sure there’s no way in hell that Buck believes him. 

“Are you sure?” Buck asks, immediately after Eddie says he’s fine. Eddie sighs. He really doesn’t have the strength to insist right now. 

“Yes,” he says, and hopes that it’s enough. 

“Really? Cause, I don’t mean to insult you or anything, but you look kind of terrible.”

I know, Eddie thinks. I feel it, too. He says, “thanks, Buck. You’re so nice,” instead, and Buck just shakes his head. 

A few minutes later, they arrive at the factory. Wanting to prove to Buck that he’s okay, Eddie shoots up from his seat as soon as the truck parks and determinedly makes his way outside, fighting through a rush of lightheadedness and forcing himself to keep moving normally. 

The team heads into the building, the 911 dispatcher relaying information about their victim’s location. 

“First floor, back right corner.”

Bobby leads the way, and Eddie sticks close behind him. The air-conditioning in the building has been turned off, and the atmosphere inside is choking and dry. He feels himself start to sweat even more, and wonders how that’s possible.

“Wow,” is the first thing anyone - Buck - says, when the victim comes into view. Both of his legs are pinned under a very large machine, which appears to have fallen on its side. He’s conscious, but clearly going into shock. Hen and Chim get to work on him right away, as the rest of the team analyzes the machine and waits for the paramedics to give the go-ahead to lift it away. 

“You’re good to go, Cap,” Chim says, after a moment. “He’s stable for now.”

“We’re gonna need all available hands on deck for this one,” Bobby says. Hen stands up from next to the patient to join in the effort, while Chim remains with him, monitoring his vitals. 

Bobby instructs everyone to different positions around the machine. Eddie is at a corner, and he braces a hand against it as they prepare to lift. He can’t remember a time when he felt this weak, but he knows he has to fight through this, has to give everything he’s got and more, to make sure that they get this man free. 

“On the count of three,” Bobby says, and Eddie puts his hands on either side of the corner, pressing his feet firmly into the ground. He can do this. He has to do this. He feels so, so bad. 

“Three, two, one!”

They all lift simultaneously. The machine creaks and squeaks and comes up off of the ground, and there’s a dragging sound, and Eddie’s legs are starting to shake, and his vision is going dark around the corners and his head is hurting more and more and -

“He’s out!” 

They settle the machine to the floor. The second Eddie’s hands leave the metal, everything goes dark.

--

Eddie wakes up to the overpowering smell of ammonia. He reaches out a clumsy hand to bat the source of the smell away and hears Buck’s voice.

“He’s awake!” This is not directed at Eddie, but the next thing he says is. “I can’t believe you.” 

Eddie opens his eyes and finds himself staring up at Buck’s face, half-illuminated by what he assumes is a flashlight. “What happened?” he asks, trying to sit up. 

Buck’s hand presses him back to the ground, which is where he was heading anyway - even moving slightly upwards had made his head start to feel funny, and he really doesn’t want to pass out. Wait - 

“You passed out,” Buck says, his voice not quite snapping at Eddie, but getting there. “We set down that machine, and you hit the floor. You wanna explain that?”

Not really, Eddie thinks. “Don’t feel good,” he says, and this time it’s Bobby who speaks to him, stepping into his field of view for the first time and bending to crouch next to him. 

“I bet you don’t. You’re dehydrated and running a fever.” Eddie senses that there’s something else Bobby is going to say, but he’s interrupted by Buck.

��Even though you told me you were fine,” Buck says. “You passed out, Eddie. You’re just lucky that the patient was stable enough for Hen and Chim to check you over and make sure you weren’t, you know, dying or anything.” He sounds angry, and Eddie doesn’t blame him. He can’t believe he passed out on the job. He’s stronger than that, better than that. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

“Save it,” Buck says. “You think you can get up without passing out again? We need to get you back to the station.”

Eddie shrugs against the ground. This must be a good enough answer, though, because the next thing he knows, Buck’s hands are grabbing onto his own, and then Buck’s standing and pulling Eddie to his feet. 

Everything starts to spin, but Eddie resolutely does not pass out. He does lean forward until Buck is practically supporting all of his weight. They walk back to the truck, awkwardly, Buck all but carrying Eddie, Bobby walking next to them. 

The ride to the station is quiet. Eddie leans his head against the window and wishes that the glass was cool. But it’s warm, just like everything else, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been so hot in his life. I want to go home, he thinks, and it’s not until Buck replies that he realizes he’s spoken out loud.

“You’ll go home,” he says. “We’re just going back to the station to get your stuff, and then I’m driving you there.”

Some kind of hopeful feeling rises in Eddie at the thought of Buck bringing him home, caring for him, even, but he squashes it down and protests because he has to. “You don’t have to -”

“I’m doing it. End of story,” Buck says. Eddie flinches a little at the hardness in his voice, but he knows he deserves it. 

They arrive back at the station, and Buck tells Eddie to wait in the truck while he gets their stuff. Eddie slumps down in his seat and closes his eyes and tries to tell himself that he’s going to be fine, that it’s just a fever, but he’s aching and sweaty and exhausted and frankly miserable, and having a hard time believing that anything is ever going to be fine again. 

“Hey,” Bobby’s voice distracts him from his rapidly darkening thoughts. Eddie opens his eyes and sits up a little on the seat. Bobby sits down across from him and touches a hand to his shoulder. 

“Are you okay?”

That is...not what Eddie had been expecting him to say. He’d expected a stern talking-to, at the very least. Maybe some yelling. Not concern. 

He finds he doesn’t have it in him to lie. “Not really.”

“How long have you been feeling sick?”

Eddie shrugs. “I only felt a little off before going to sleep. I thought it was just the heat. It wasn’t bad until I woke up.”

Bobby nods sympathetically, and Eddie wonders why he’s not mad. Before he can think the better of it, he’s asking. 

“I am upset with you,” Bobby says, but his voice is gentle. “Coming to work sick doesn’t just put you in danger. It puts the team and the people we save in danger too. You should have told me how you were feeling before we went out on that call.”

Eddie nods. “I know,” he says, “it was stupid.”

“I won't argue with that,” Bobby replies. “I want you to get home and get some rest and plenty of fluids, and don’t even think about coming back here until you’re feeling a hundred percent.”

“Okay.”

Bobby stands to leave the truck at the same moment that Buck returns, his and Eddie’s duffle bags thrown over his shoulder, keys to his Jeep in hand. “You ready to go?” he asks, voice still distant but slightly less cold. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, carefully making his way out of the truck, bracing his hands against it to keep his balance. Buck steps closer and takes on some of Eddie’s weight without either of them saying a thing, and they walk out into the parking lot. 

For the first few minutes of the drive, neither of them says anything. Then, they stop at a red light, and Buck turns to look at Eddie. 

“You passed out,” he says, stressing the words. 

“I know,” Eddie replies. “Don’t have to remind me.”

“We were on a call, and you just passed out,” Buck continues. “Do you know what that was like? Hearing something fall to the ground and realizing it was you?”

Eddie doesn’t answer. He’s too tired to formulate any kind of response, and anyway, he’s pretty sure that these are rhetorical questions.

The light turns green, and Buck starts driving again. “It was terrifying, Eds,” and a bit of softness creeps back into his voice with the use of the nickname. “We didn’t know why you collapsed. Honestly, you’re lucky that the ambulance already had a passenger, or you’d probably be at the hospital right now.”

“It wasn’t...wasn’t that bad,” Eddie says, suddenly realizing how much worse things could be - he could be in the hospital, for what is nothing more than a fever. 

“Yeah, we figured that out pretty quick when Chim started checking you over. Your fever wasn’t dangerously high or anything. You’re just sick. Normal sick, nothing scary. Chim said all you needed was some rest and some water and someone watching over you to make sure you actually got those things.”

Eddie nods, although Buck is looking at the road and can’t see him. “Glad it’s you,” he says. 

“What?”

“Glad it’s you,” he repeats. “Watching over me. I didn’t think...I mean...you’re mad at me. But you’re doing it anyway.”

Buck pulls into the driveway. “Of course I am,” he says. “Watching over you. And, I mean, I’m mad at you, too. Do you have any idea how stupid it was to go on a call like this?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I just…”

“I know.”

Buck parks the car and gets out, and he’s opening Eddie’s door for him before Eddie’s hands have even found his seatbelt. Buck reaches across him and undoes it, wincing when his hand touches Eddie’s skin. 

“You really are burning up,” he says. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

A few minutes later, Eddie is in bed, dressed in lightweight pajamas and lying on top of the covers because it’s way too hot beneath them. There’s a large glass of water and a bottle of tylenol sitting on the bedside table, and Buck is in his bathroom getting a damp washcloth that Eddie had tried to insist wasn’t necessary. 

As soon as the cloth touches his forehead, though, he changes his mind. It feels wonderful against his overheated skin, and he sighs contentedly.

“Told you that would make you feel better,” Buck says, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “You need anything else?”

You, Eddie thinks, but Buck is already here, taking care of him and worrying over him and making sure he’s comfortable even though he’s also still a little mad at him. It should be enough, Eddie thinks, but all he really wants is for Buck to lie down next to him. He can’t quite bring himself to ask, though. Even in his feverish state his inhibitions haven’t been lowered that much. 

So he doesn’t ask Buck to lie down next to him. The extra body heat would probably be unbearable anyway. But that doesn’t mean that Buck doesn’t stay. He does, and doesn’t give Eddie much of a choice in the matter. 

“I’m gonna go crash on the couch,” he says. “If you need anything, if you wake up and feel worse, anything, I’m right here, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, and closes his eyes. “Thank you.”

He can hear the soft smile in Buck’s voice when he replies, “always, Eds.”

thanks for reading!!!!! i hope you liked this fic :) i feel like i usually write something that is like a little more hopefully pre-ship but i have become such a slut for pining!eddie so. here. 

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump6 #i guess since thats the prompt lol #think i tagged the other one i did like this wrong my b #911 #eddie diaz #labor #aka ignoring illness and working anyway #fever #my writing #i say things #oughghh complaining for a sec but work was so much 2day....too many people. idk why we were so much busier today than yesterday like. #its tuesday who tf is checking into a hotel on a monday afternoon? #apparently a Lot of ppl #anyway in other news i am currently listening to a buddie playlist. its so nice but idk how people can make such good and long playlists! #none of mine top like. 15 songs lmao and they all Suck! #ok shuttin up. goodnight!

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Part XVI: Camping

Author’s Notes: Just a romantic trip out in the woods. Thanks for reading! I hope you guys like it. I’ve been really busy lately and I’ve had this chapter half written for like a month. I wanted to get it right and I feel like this is pretty good, so again, I hope y’all like it. Hopefully I can start writing on a more consistent schedule again soon. And last but not least MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Genre: Peak Fluffiness IMO

Summary: You and Joel go on the aforementioned camping trip from the last chapter. You guys fish and hike and all that nature ooey gooey fluffy mess.

Ship: Joel x Reader

“You ready for this?” Joel looked back at you as he packed the backseat of a station wagon. Being a prominent figure in town, he was able to pull some strings and borrow the keys to a newly fixed up car.

“As I’ll ever be.” You gave him your bag.

The two of you drove down one of the patrol routes for about 45 minutes before Joel turned down an unpaved pathway. Feeling your weariness, he gently took your hand in his. You turned to him for a second before laying your head back on the rest and closing your eyes. The slow tunes flowed from the stereos and filled the car. Before the trip, you went down to the library and checked out a handful of cassette tapes to get you through the car ride. Just as you finally let yourself relax to the hum of the engine and Joel’s voice, the car shut off.

“Think here’s a good place to stop and set up camp.” He said, turning to you. You took in your surroundings, noticing that he had parked in a small clearing circled by tall pine trees. It was a serene view and for that, you offered a small smile.

“I think you’re right.”

The two of you unpacked the trunk. There wasn’t much: just a tent, sleeping bags, your backpacks, fishing poles and a cooler. As Joel carried out the last of the items, you decided to take initiative and start putting up the tent. You convinced yourself that it couldn’t possibly be as difficult as it looked; It was just fabric and poles. You could hear Joel snickering from behind as you struggled to hold everything together. Expletives left your mouth before he decided to step in and help. He took one of the poles out of your hand, turned it around and snapped it into place with ease. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed another set of poles and followed suit. You finished up the tent while he set up some simple booby traps around the perimeter of the clearing.

After getting settled, the two of you hiked hand in hand to a wide river. He sat the cooler down next to a boulder and took one of the rods that you were holding. Patting the boulder, he beckoned you to sit next to him. Shoulders touching, you watched as he pulled a can of worms from the cooler and baited it onto the hook.

“Now, mine is all set, so I’m gonna show you how to set up yours so we can fish together.” Joel said. “Grab your hook. You wanna tie it to the line. A simple little knot will do.” You tried to mimic his actions. “Well no, like this, darlin’. Thread the line through the hook, then bring it back, wrapping it around itself a few times. Feed the end back through the loop and pull tight.” He let out a little grunt that you found adorable. He handed the rod back over and reached for the can of worms.

“Do I have to use worms?”

“You’re not squeamish are you?” Joel smirked. He knew you weren’t, but teased anyway.

“I just feel bad for impaling a live worm.”

He shook his head. “Well then you’re not gonna like what we’re about to do with the fish.” You shot a look at him. “You do want to eat tonight, don’t you?” He continued to tease.

“Just pass me the can.” You stuck your fingers in the slimy conglomeration and pulled out a long one.

“That’s a good one. Now, bait it like how I did. Hook it through as many times as you can to secure it. If not, it can fall off into the water or a fish can grab it before getting hooked.” Joel peared over your shoulder to make sure you did it right. “Great! Now let’s get on to the fun part.” Leaving his rod on the ground, he walked you over to the edge of the river and stood behind you. He adjusted the line before ghosting his hand over yours. “You want to draw your arm back,” He pulled your arm up, guiding the rod as well. “And snap it forward.” In one sweeping motion, he pushed your arm back down and the line shot out from the rod and into the body of water. A large smile was plastered on your face.

“Now we wait?”

“Now we wait.” He confirmed.

Joel grabbed his own rod and repeated the motions. You remembered him saying that he was rusty, but in your eyes he looked like a pro. The two of you traded glances before hunkering down in your respective spots. You didn’t realize how much patience was needed to fish and after all that waiting, all you were going to get was one fish. Your mind began to think back to a documentary you saw long ago about commercial fishing and it made you wish for a large net to replace the rod. You glanced back at Joel only to find him in a completely relaxed state with his rod positioned between his knees and his arms crossed behind his head while leaning against a large rock. Your gaze lingered on his form until you felt a jerk from your rod. A yelp left your mouth. The line began to pull out of the rod at an accelerated speed. Anxious, you stood back up. Joel abandoned his rod and ran over to you. From behind, he guided your hand to spin the reel. He slowly lifted your rod as you continued to reel the line back in. Suddenly, a fish broke the surface of the river. You didn’t stop spinning the reel until it was eye level with you.

“Okay, hold it steady. I’ll unhook the fish.” Joel instructed. The fish was wiggling around violently. “Damn, I shoulda brought a net.” With two hands, he grabbed it. “Gah dammit!”

“Are you ok?” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, just a lil’ scratch.” Joel was referring to the gash on his forearm caused by the fish spines.

Carefully, you sat the rod down and he talked you through unhooking the fish. After it came out, you put the fish on some ice in the cooler. When you looked back at Joel, he was shirtless. He used his button down to put pressure on the wound. You told him to sit and wait while you went back to the car for the first aid kit, but insisted that he was fine and wanted to continue fishing. You could tell he was serious, so you agreed to stay so long as he let you look at it after another fish was caught. You picked up your rod and did exactly as he showed you. You were able to cast it longer than before. You hoped that meant you could catch something quicker this time.

“Son of a bitch!” Joel exclaimed. You turned to see his hand covering his neck.

“What happened? Let me see.” You ran to him and moved his hand out the way to reveal a hook caught in his skin. It was only a flesh wound and it didn’t dig deep enough to hit a main artery but it was still stuck in there. “How did this happen?”

“I whipped my arm back too far causing the line to cast out in the wrong direction. When I snapped forward, the hook flew right into my neck.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Only when I touch it.”

“I gotta get it out for you.” You took out your pocket knife and cut the wire off the hook. Joel winced as you tried to finagle it out carefully. “There!” You held it out in front of him. You noticed the tiny wound turn red as it began to slowly bleed. “Can we just go back to camp now? That fish is big enough for the both of us and I packed some snacks for us.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Joel said. He held a small cloth to his neck with his one hand and carried the cooler in the other.

Back at camp, you patched up Joel’s arm and neck. He let out a deep sigh “What’s wrong?” You asked.

He sat there in silence before responding. “I just feel like an idiot. Who gets a hook caught in their neck?”

“It was an accident.”

“Look at me, darlin’. Tommy’s gonna see me when I get back and think we ran into a horde or somethin’. I won’t hear the end of it when I tell him it was all from some fishin’. Between the fish cuttin’ me up and not catching anything, I’m just...just a little annoyed. I had a...uh...vision of how I wanted this trip to go and I feel like it’s not working out.”

“Joel, we just got here! We still have tomorrow to enjoy it. Besides, today’s not over. You said you were gonna show me how to fish and you did exactly that. I saw you relaxing while we were waiting for a bite. We were one with nature. Tell me that was not a part of your vision.”

He shrugged. “S’pose you’re right.”

“Ok, so how about you find yourself a non-bloody shirt to wear and I’ll start a fire. Deal?”

He chuckled. “Deal.”

The two of you sat by the campfire and ate the fish you caught. The sun had just finished setting by the time you were done. After several minutes of enjoying each other’s company in silence, Joel suggested playing a song. A soft grunt left his mouth as he got up and made his way to the car. From the trunk, he got his trusty 6 string and began to play a tune as he walked back to you. He sang a little bit here and there, but mostly he kept playing the same complex chord over and over again.

“Hey there.” He spoke up after nudging you. “You wouldn’t happen to be fallin’ asleep on me now would you.”

“Asleep? Of course not.” You began in a drowsy tone. “Just resting my eyes is all.”

He put his guitar down. “Probably about time we both rest our eyes.”

*****

“Hey, darlin’, it’s time to get up.” You woke up to Joel’s voice. It was still dark.

“Why? It’s not even morning yet.” You said in a whisper.

“Actually, it is. C’mon, (Y/N), I gotta show you somethin’.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’s wrong. Just gotta show you somethin’ is all.”

“Now, Joel?”

“Preferably yes.”

After your eyes adjusted to your surroundings, you noticed that Joel was already dressed and ready. You hurried up and did the same. As soon as you exited the tent, he held out his hand for you to take. He gave it a gentle squeeze before guiding you down a wooded path.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise.” Joel responded.

“You know, this isn’t the first time you’ve blindly led me through the woods under the guise of a surprise.”

“I know and if I recall correctly, it went well so if it ain’t broke....”

“Okay, well why did we have to get up this early?”

“Because it’s part of the surprise.” The two of you hiked up the side of a small mountain as the dark sky began to lighten. “We’re running late.” He gently tugged on your hand as the two of you broke into a jog. You almost ran into him when he abruptly stopped at the edge of the peak. “There.” He pointed to the east and your gaze followed.

From where you were, only a small section of the sky was illuminated with an orange glow. All of the trees below you were still shrouded in nightime’s darkness. Watching the sun rise was a slow progression that made you realize how much of a sweaty mess you were. It wasn’t until 15 minutes in did you decide to sit, swinging your legs over the ledge. After another 15 minutes, you finally saw the sun itself peek over your line of view, allowing the rest of the sky to turn blue. The view of the forest below took your breath away. You were so enamoured that you didn’t initially realize that Joel was not by your side anymore. Still sitting, you turned around to find him. Assuming that he was still standing, you looked up. It caught you off guard when you saw that he was eye level with you, bent on one knee. A nervous smile began to grow on his face as he held out a ring between his fingers.

Joel knew that this was how he wanted to propose, with the backdrop of the sun rising, but he never prepared exactly what to say. Everytime he tried, the words never seemed good enough and saying them out loud wracked his nerves. He figured that the words would come in the moment. The problem was that he also did not prepare for the view that was currently before him because if he was stuck before, seeing the golden rays of light radiate around you rendered him speechless. Your messy hair framed your face so perfectly and the way you looked at him in that moment was filled with pure innocence and love.

“Daggum, woman, you know how to make a man weak.” Joel said, almost in a whisper.

“That’s the goal.” You said with an ever growing smile.

“I don’t know how else to say this, so I just will. (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife and my hope is that you want the same. I can’t guarantee you a perfect life or some fairytale, but I’ll try damn hard to give you happily ever after or some semblance of it in this world. Listen darlin’, I’ve struggled for a long time with survivin’; I’ve almost given up so many times before. Do...do you remember a while back when you told me about how you got bitten?” You nodded. “You were questioning why you didn’t die and I told you that, no matter what, you had to keep finding something to fight for. I knew you weren’t tryna hear that at the time, but those words were true because of you. You were, are and will always be my something to fight for until my last breath. You’re it for me, darlin’ and there’s no one else I want by my side more. Will you marry me?”. His eyebrows were raised in anticipation. You stood there speechless; you didn’t know what to say first. You were flooded with so many different feelings. Most of all, you were surprised by the proposal. You didn’t expect Joel to formally do so at all. The emotions fighting to break surface caused you to simultaneously laugh and cry out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you. Joel, yes, I’ll marry you!” You wiped your tears on your sleeve before getting up. Joel did the same to close the space between you.

He ran a thumb across your wet cheek as he smiled down at you. “You had me scared for a second there.” Once, your face was dry, he focused back on the ring in his other hand.

“How could I ever say no to you?” You asked lovingly.

“You’ve been known to do it from time to time.” He said in a deep yet jovial tone. Gently, he steadied your finger and slid the ring onto it. “How does it feel?”

“It fits perfectly.” You smiled up at him.

“I love you.” He whispered as he leant down for a kiss. The two of you stood there near the edge of the hill in each other’s arms. At this point, the sun had just about risen for the morning. “I don’t know how you wanna go about this. I know there’s no marriage license to register, but I can find someone to officiate or if it’s just you, me and our word, I can live with that too.”

“We have the rest of our lives to figure that out, love.” You impatiently pulled him back down into another long kiss.

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Would you be able to write a lil fic from Kev's POV of Yev's christening party? I just know Kev would find Mickey's "guess what we've been doing, daddy" monologue hilarious. And maybe Kev notices Ian and Mickey being super soft after and realizes they're actually really good for each other?

An incensed roar; a table tossed aside; the sound of glass smashing, and of fists against flesh. Kevin Ball takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and reaches for nirvana. Or for enlightment. Or whatever. He isn't really clear on that whole bit. But he's calm, he's cool, breathing slowly, this is all good, shit was the noise of someone's neck snapping, no, no, he didn't hear that, it's peace, love, all that crap, he's so relaxed –

Shit, this is hard.

Fortunately, someone must have called the police and the police must have been nearby because it's just minutes before the cops storm in to haul off both Terry and Mick. The amount of damage done to the bar is still pretty impressive, Kev sees when he finally opens his eyes with a sigh of relief, but that's okay; the Milkoviches are usually surprisingly good about actually paying for that stuff. It's one of the reasons Kev doesn't mind them hosting their parties here, in spite of said parties ending in brawls as often as they don't.

The other reason is that they'd probably burn the bar down if he tried to refuse them.

Kev looks up from the sad remaints of a chair to catch sight of Ian slipping out the door, after the cops and their captives. There's this look on his bloodied face, something fierce and determined and grimly triumphant, and Kev can't help but frown, suddenly a little uneasy.

Thing is, maybe he should have seen it earlier. He knows he's not the brightest tool in the shed; he's okay with that. He's got V to do the sharp thinking, and besides, Kevin Ball ain't stupid about people. He notices things, and looking back, there's been all these little hints, shit Mickey's said and done in the past few months, and there's that thing he heard from a grumpy Lip about Mickey staying over at the Gallagher house ever since Ian came home. And okay, maybe he'd found that a bit weird, but Kev's been little busy lately by small things like becoming a father, so maybe he hasn't had too much time to worry about where his business partner might be putting his head down, okay. A man can only have so many things on his mind at once. Three maybe. He thinks he's read that somewhere. Or V told him.

But yeah, maybe he should have seen it earlier, but he hadn't. Doesn't get it until he sees them having a clearly heated but quiet conversation over by the side of the bar just before Terry shows up; then something finally clicks. Not quite into a certainty, but into enough of one that he's compelled to slide Ian a shot when Mickey runs off to greet his dad, and isn't exactly shocked when Mickey turns the music off to make his declaration.

Good for you, Mickey, Kev has just enough time to think before Terry charges at his son like a deranged bull and all hell breaks loose. Not that Kev paid any attention to that, because he's a conscienctious objector now; he doesn't only not do violence, he doesn't even see violence.

Now that calm's been restored to the bar, everyone but the most persistent drunks has gone outside to watch the arrest unfold, so Kev follows suit. It's freezing cold, the way only Chicago in winter can be, but he doubts either Terry or Mickey can feel the chill; they're still straining to get at each other, struggling against the police holding them down, and screaming blue murder.

”Get out of my house, you pole-smoking queer!” Terry bellows, but whatever hold he once had over his son must have broken because Mickey doesn't even hesitate, and there's a wild sort of glee in his voice as he calls: ”Fuck you, don't worry about it! I've been staying at Ian's since you've been in the can, bitch! Guess what we've been doin', daddy! We've been fuckin'! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard and I fuckin' like it.”

That's more than Kev ever wanted to know about Mickey's sex life, really, but he still can't help but grin as Mickey humps the car, giving emphasis to his words. ”Fuck you, I suck his dick and I fuckin' love it.”

Mickey's always been an expressive bastard, unafraid to speak his mind. Kev finds it both hilarious and worthy of respect, though upon reflection maybe there's a few things Mickey has actually been afraid to speak of, after all. Until now, at least.

Good for you, Mickey, he thinks, again.

The cops take Terry away; the guests filter back inside. The place is a mess and the object of the celebration has long since been whisked away by his mother but that's no reason to break up a party on the South Side, so Kev alternates wiping up blood with serving beer after beer after shot of cheap liquor. Everyone seems to be in high spirits; nothing like a good old-fashioned brawl to get the blood pumping on a cold winter's night, and the story of Mickey Milkovich coming out to the whole bar at his own son's baptism party is a good enough story to last a few retellings.

Ian and Mickey are nowhere to be seen, Kev notes, and again there's that sense of unexpected unease, of worry.  He remembers Ian's face covered in blood, the hard look there transforming him from the earnest kid Kev's known since he was in elementary school and into someone he's not sure he knows at all. Ian's scrappy, like all the Gallaghers; bit of a punk at times, and way into that Army crap of course, but at heart he's always been gentle. Hardworking, and caring, and soft in the way none of his siblings were; a good kid, for all that he's gotten himself in a bit of trouble lately, though Kev's not entirely caught up on that.

And now Ian's gone and gotten himself involved with Mickey Milkovich, who is about as far from a good kid as it's possible to get.

That's not to say that Kev doesn't like Mickey. The guy's funny, he has some good ideas and great initiative; he makes things happen, like that whole rub-and-tug business (okay, so maybe there's been a few misunderstandings about how they're to split the money and whatever, but apart from that, Kev's got no complaints about having Mickey for a partner). He also pays for his beer and isn't a bad drunk, both things a bartender knows how to appreciate. So yeah, Kev likes Mickey just fine... but he's not sure he likes him just fine as Ian's boyfriend.

Truth is, while Kev's not scared of Mickey – c'mon – he's not not scared of him either. Sure Mickey's about half his size, but he's ruthless and kind of crazy and has access to fuck know how many guns (that he actually knows how to use, unlike Kev), not to mention a whole bunch of brothers and cousins and whatever he can call upon. He's a criminal, the real kind, and it's probably only a matter of time before he follows his father and his brothers into big boy jail. Kev doesn't judge – you do what you need to get by, and it's bad practise for a barkeep to look down at his patrons anyway – but he can't help but wonder what it'll mean for a kid like Ian to get caught up in all that hardcore Milkovich madness.

For one, he's not sure gentleness can survive it very long, and he'd hate to see Ian lose that kind heart of his; hate to see him freeze and harden. He'd hate to see him give up on his dreams too, though maybe it's too late for that already, 'cause of what happened with the Army and that helicopter...

It occurs to Kev that Ian ran away just after Mickey married Svetlana.

Oh, shit. This must have been going on for years. Gallaghers have always been attracted to trouble, Kev supposes. He tries to stay out of it, for the most part. Live and let live – and let V be the one to make the off-hand judgemental comments or give it to someone straight if need be. Sure, Kev's been there to throw some advice Lip's way when Lip's been particularly stubborn about something or someone, but there's no way he's getting involved in this. Word got back to Mickey that Kev had tried to meddle in his love life, no talk of peace and love and overflowing plates of cabbage would save him from a bullet to the head, and his kids are not gonna grow up without a father.

It'll probably be fine anyway. Not like he begrudges Mickey a bit of happiness, and Ian's a tough kid. He can take care of himself.

It'll be fine.

Kev keeps telling himself that as he starts shooing the last remaining guests out.

---

He catches sight of them just a little later, when he's finally done getting the priest – half a bottle of vodka and two hookers in on his road to heaven on Earth – out the door, and is taking out the trash.

They're laughing. Through the blood and broken teeth, they're laughing. Ian winces with it, clearly in pain, and Kev considers heading over to ask if they're okay, if they need, well he's not sure, an ice pack or someone to walk them home or something.

He imagines Mickey reacting to that latter suggestion and reminds himself of his decision not to leave his daughters fatherless.

Ian and Mickey has stopped laughing, stopped talking, now (and if Kev had been an introspective kind of guy he might have paused to wonder at how easy it is to think of them like that, as one unit, as a couple, Ian and Mickey). Mickey's head is sagging slightly; Ian's looking at him with an intensity Kev can pretty much feel, even from twenty feet away and with Ian's back turned toward him. He knows he should go inside and leave them to whatever it is they've got going here, but he can't quite look away, his concern mingling with curiosity.

As he watches, Ian rises. He walks over to Mickey and slings an arm around his shoulder in half a hug, before softly running his fingers through the other boy's hair and bending down to press a brief kiss to the top of his head. There's nothing sexual about it; it's affection and comfort, offered easily.

Offered gently.

Mickey doesn't shy away from the touch. He leans into the hug; there's a faint smile on his lips as Ian pulls away, and it comes to Kev then that maybe it won't be Mickey's ruthlessness that tempers Ian's gentleness, but the other way around. Maybe Ian saw something underneath all that sneer and swagger that no one else could see, but was always there.

Maybe it really will be fine. Kev thinks maybe he believes it now.

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A/N: Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! <3

I'm very happy you clearly specified 'lil' because yes, this I can do! Tiny little things I can mostly make happen! Might take me a while, but still. :) It was very interesting and rather more challenging that I had expected to try to get into Kev's head during these moments (though it gave me an excuse to rewatch all of Kev and Mickey's scenes in season 4, which was a delight!). I hope it's somewhere in the vincinity of what you envisioned, even if it didn't really get into why Ian and Mickey would be really good for each other; I think that's a realization that comes to Kev bit by bit over the years. Would love to see some scenes with him and Mickey in season 11.

This ficlet incidentally got me thinking about how the people of the South Side would distinguish between 'regular' people who don't mind breaking the law when given the opportunity and 'real' criminals who makes a living by actively doing so. Seems like it'd be a fine line at times...

Oh, and I do know that tools in the shed tend to be sharp rather than bright, but think that Kev is the sort to mix up expressions (and I feel the need to point this out since I'm not confident enough in my English to trust that this kind of thing will come across as intentional :p).

#gallavich #kevin ball #4x11 #fic #prompts #my stuff

[jammedmuses]

@oursklpper​ (THE GOOSE; Madagascar AU)

Hooonk-!

That sound alone was like a whistle; With it, zoo animals already knew what was up:

That one goose was terrorizing the zookeepers again.

And that was a show that couldn’t be missed! Sure, some animals would rather ignore it and mind their own business, but most end up treating themselves to the view. Heck, some would even hold bets among themselves over the result-- majority of time they bet against the zookeepers because they know better:

That goose is out for blood. Which is already an understatement.

HONK!

The chaos-filled avian stood might, wings spread wide with a couple flaps at them. It then retracted them back, its long neck lowered forward like a snake getting ready to lunge. Before it, a zookeeper and a janitor, both slowly taking tentative steps towards the goose, who just stood there, dark eyes fixated on them and without a flinch.

“ Shoo! Shoo already! ” The janitor tries to scare the bird off jolting their broom towards it.

Big mistake. Ya lil’ cleanin’ wood device doesn’t scare this bad boi. It honks loudly in reply.

“ I said SHOO! ” The janitor tries again, gets the broom a little too close, and the goose didn’t miss the opportunity. It immediately latched its beak on the base, and boy it wasn’t letting go if it had a say in it. The janitor ends up forced into an unwanted tug-o-war game with the aggressive avian, and it proved good at pulling back: Not only do geese HAVE teeth (on their beaks AND tongues,) they also have very strong necks!

The broom can’t take this. It gives in, ike the pathetic limp tree it is. And the janitor finds themselves with only the stick in their hands, defeated.

The zookeeper that was with them could be said to be better equipped, holding a snare pole. They march forward with it while the goose is remotely distracted by the weight of the piece of the broom they held, aiming to restrain it by the neck.

Too slow, though. the bird sees through their trick, letting go of the weight and opening its wings it takes flight and slips off the zookeeper’s range, who fails to stop and ends up tripping over a fence and into the ostriches’ area. Loser.

“ I got this-! ” Enters another zookeeper, one of the newbies. On one hand their expertise are anyone’s guess, on the other hand, new blood might introduce new things into play. The newbie has a fishnet (that they use to filter out remains of dead fish and other litters from the waters of the aquatic areas,) and throws it up attempting to catch the goose in the air.

It’s a tight spot, but the goose manages to evade it by a nickel mid-flight, but by doing so it forced itself to practically nose-dive itself into the water of the penguins’ area.

The three employees, who had been stunned by the bird but were recovering themselves, failed to see where it had escaped to. The janitor and the newbie had to help the zookeeper out of the ostriches’ area, and the three walked away from the vicinity likely to look for the demonic goose elsewhere.

... no signal came from the surface of the water. Either something happened to that goose, or it was ‘playing dead.’

#oursklpper #m; peace was never an option;; THE GOOSE #v;;the goose; Relax Nothing Is Under Control;; MADAGASCAR AU #there u go love! #almost an entire post with the goose bullying zoo employees

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

7. Enlisted Service

When we leave the party we have to stop at McDonald's for something quick to eat before returning to the infamous palm tree lined path leading up to our school's main quad. Ambling from the vehicle, there's a lot of stumbling around since we're drunk as fuck but as a group, we each make it into the dorm without mishap. Letitia and I watch the others as we go one by one to our rooms dropping each other off until it's just us two. She puts a finger to her lips and giggling soundlessly, follows me into my room collapsing flat on her back on my bed as I close the door.

"I LOVE your bed set," she swoons hugging one of my pillows.

"You here to cuddle my pillows or me," I tease walking kicking my shoes off and approaching. I climb onto the bed, straddling her waist and snatching the pillow to toss it to the floor. "Cause I'm right here, baby love, in ALLLL my glory," I stress rubbing my fingertips down my chest to my stomach as her eyes follow my nails.

"How do you get away with being so arrogant," she smirks with a slight questioning squint.

"Oop!.. Arrogant?"

"My bad did I say that out loud," she covers her mouth.

"You did! But that's fine, you can think I'm arrogant. I adore me because I love beautiful things, is that so wrong?"

"So do I."

"Yeah? Well, I'm in need a soft touch from a special girl who can enjoy me with me. You down?"

"I want the same," she whispers meekly, fingers rolling over the fabric of my dress before slipping down to lightly stroke the skin of my thigh bringing me goosebumps. She seems reserved, I want her to ravage me. I see her watching my lips.

"How many girls have you been with?"

"I.. Don't know. A handful?"

"Would've thought less."

"Why?'

She's so mild and gentle, which isn't like her usual bold personality.

"Mild and gentle," she huffs blowing out her lips. "You know you just said that to ME!"

"OOP! Then we even, ain't we!" I cover my mouth like she did.

Her build is slim and boxy but athletic with some slight curve which I like. It may be wrong but it reminds me of a nigga in a way.. and that turns me on even though I know she's very feminine. Maybe it's the liquor but my fantasies are going wild and I want her to top me with my strap which I feel like grabbing now. I feel like if she were serious, she could really deliver.

But I also like her feminine energy and at the same time I don't want that to fluctuate. I like the way she's stroking my skin with her fingers so gently, it feels good. Winding my hips to grind against her I don't even know what I'm grinding on anymore. My mind's going back to Chris. I can teach him how to fuck. He is too fine to be so bad at it. What if I called him now for a threesome? I'm just so horny, would Letitia be down for it?

"Phoeb."

"Yeah?"

"You mind if I make myself a bit more comfortable?"

"Girl if you don't take these damn clothes off!" I tug at her dress letting it go and she chuckles as I lift off of her so she can sit up. I start to take my gear off too. "Yeah, we supposed to be fuckin.. Sitting here fully dressed like some fools, what the hell?"

"Right? I came to see some ASS for the free 99!"

"Some ass? Oh girl, all you had to do was ask, I love throwing this ass! In fact, let me set up my camera to record."

When I say my camera, I mean my phone of course. It's what I use to film all of my content for sales. I send Chris a little text to get to me ASAP and I set the phone up on its stand and start the video. Impatient, I head to Letitia and grab the elastic of her panties pulling them down off of her as she's knocked to the side from how rough I am.

"Well damn Phoebe!"

"I want what I want."

Pushing her backward to fall onto my bed, I check the angle of the camera once more before I press her thighs apart. Getting the memo, she lifts her legs high and holds her own thighs as a help. I rub at her outer lips but for the sake of not blocking the camera, I climb up to straddle her waist and face the camera, licking her as I watch the lens. At this angle I can reach the whole kitten to play with.. and I do as she whispers.. but I can also focus on that point where all those nerves meet. I hope all the sucking is loud enough to hear on camera, I know the spit is visible.

I alternate between licking lightly and giving attention to different areas with her fingers in my hair making me wonder if I need to constrain her hands to that she doesn't pull on my lace. This isn't my actual hair, it can come off if someone is way too rough.

"Oooh," she hums palming the back of my head with one hand and rubbing on my ass with the other. She pulls my panties to the side and starts to return the favor as I let her use my tongue to move closer to orgasm. Although her licking duties suffer due to her focus being on the pleasure radiating through her kitty, I don't mind that much. I can't blame her, I'm great at head. She really loves the feeling, I can tell. The way she's holding my head though, I'm having flashbacks to some good sessions and now even more than before, I want her to use my strap-on on me! I wait until she gets her first nut of the night before I stop and turn around, letting her taste herself. She's getting grabbier and pulling on me so I grind against her and for a while we just make out while her fingers slip in and out of me.

Eventually, I need more than fingers but I know she's craving too since she's grinding back to the point of rubbing her kitten against my peach for some delicious friction. We need more.

I pause her and rise gracefully, bounding to my toy chest for my double-sided blue dildo and one of my many water based lubes. Rubbing down both ends, I steady it between us as she greedily snatches up an end pulling it inside of herself. I take the other end and do the same, watching her as she attempts to hoard the length. I have to sit closer with my thighs over hers to get my fill. Together, we both hold it steady with a hand between us as we toy ourselves, grinding faster and faster. She grabs my boob, squeezing and I pull her in closer wrapping her in another solid kiss while fucking the shit out of myself and her.

That's when I see a silhouette from the corner of my eye and almost have a heart attack.

"You wanted me to be the link in your lil pussy chain," Chris slurs sitting on the bed, shirt already off.

"What you doing here," I frown still holding onto Letitia.

"Why is he in here," she asks, not stopping just as I'm not. I'm close.

"I don't know," I admit.

"You told me to come over," he says but I don't remember that. "..When you texted me? Hol'up." He pulls up messages and shows me my name on a thread.  I have to read it twice.

"I sure did invite him.. Damn."

He takes his shoes off followed by his pants and he pulls out a condom having come prepared.

"Y'all getting it in. Where can I fit?"

"You can lay flat and let Letitia ride your face while I ride that dick my way," I point directing him where and how to lay. I also direct Letitia and rub over her chest, boobs, and shoulders telling him how she likes it and where to lick as she grinds on his face with no regard for his air flow, as it should be.

Once he gets the hang of that, I stroke up his shaft with a little of the lube that still glossing my hand and I sit on it gradually feeling every groove that I can through the condom before riding it, getting it the way I like it. He's a lucky man tonight getting to share a bed with two lovely visions.

"This video about to be nasty," I smirk throwing my ass against his pubic bone.

I lift off and suck it a few times and it tastes like sweet rubber before I climb back onto him and give him that work that has him cumming within the next few minutes. I keep stroking him with my hand to get him hard again coaxing a second round from his as I do all the work to get myself off.

After round two he's done, but he still wants to watch. I'm over him, however. I don't need him around if he can't keep up so I send him away and lock my door. For the next twenty minutes Letitia and I fool around until we both start to get sleepy. To combat it, we stand.

Turning, I throw my ass against her waist and she catches it while I watch the camera lens.

"Well work, bitch, I got the dollars," she laughs standing on my bed to jump off and grab her bag. She instantly starts dying on the floor when she looks inside. "Bitch!... I got six ones and some change I'm a have to pop you in the ass with some quarters!!"

"Hell nah!" She's rolling and I can't help but laugh with and at her as I choose a song, starting to roll my hips as a warm up. Captain Hook by Meg the Stallion.

"You better not!" I hold my boobs and keep looking back to make sure she's not picking up that change with her goofy ass which only makes her snicker. "Aight shut up."

She keeps making me wanna laugh though I never miss a beat, being a pro twerker. I'm easily the best and highest tipped at Mickey's. I'm one of two who has the control to do isolations and pop one cheek at a time. So that's what I show Ticia and the camera.

"AYYYY," she yells waving her ones in the air before throwing them all at once, "GET IT YESSS!" She picks them back up to smack off her hand one at a time making it trickle with the six bills. Then I catch her getting up to go through my perfumes and I roll my eyes.

"Girl, get out my shit. You worse than Natalie!"

"One spray!"

"No, move," I laugh, but I eventually decide to share. One spray. Of course she loves it. It does smell really good. In fact, it's turning me on more because it smells so good.

"Okay show me how to twerk." She jumps back onto my bed and I turn away so she can see my ass.

"It's hard to explain.. You just," Left cheek, right cheek, boom boom boom, then both. She tries it but she can't isolate. I'm not surprised apparently not many can.

I do it quickly with the rhythm, bending and even squatting to show off enjoying her attention on me. I wish I had a pole, I'd really dance, but that's fine I hit a split and bounce before crawling over to her and pulling her face to mine placing that kiss on her. That did it. She starts pulling on my waist, gripping on my ass. This is what I wanted. I need her to sate this unquenchable thirst within me.

I lean into her sending her spine to line up against the side of the bed and I climb over her thighs onto her lap to deepen the kiss as her hands roam my arms, my waist, my hips, my thighs. I kiss down her clavicle and to her small handful of boobs.

"Get that dildo," she orders and I snatch it off the bed pushing one end into her before treating myself as we fuck again.

"I love sex," I smile lost in how amazing it feels.

"Duh, look at all that lube in your drawer, sis," she chuckles, "For what?"

"FOR REASONS!"

xoxo.

In the morning, I roll over and open my eyes looking up to see that I slept on the floor butt naked. I just.. fell asleep apparently. Sitting up, I have the beginnings of a headache so I take two tylenol with some juice from my mini fridge. I can't believe I fucked the good sis last night... well, actually I can. My phone is sitting up on the stand. I walk over to see it about to die any second and I stop the video. I'm tempted to watch it now. I don't even remember everything we did last night.

But now that I think about it, I was drunk. She was drunk. We all were drunk. Even Natalie was drunk. Why did I let homegirl drive me while drunk? Well... that answers itself. All that swerving almost took your girl out of here, I DO remember that. If that would have happened then what magnificence would these painfully ordinary souls then gaze upon?

How awful, I'll need to think about that next time. If I can.

#original #erik killmonger x oc #erik killmonger smut #erik killmonger #killmonger smut #tales of a masochist

[afoxysunny]

I've been thinking of so much more for my Lazybug AU but stress at work and my contused hand made it impossible to write anything down or try to draw any more

So, to give you at least a little content you didn't ask for while my hand only hurts a little:

I present to you

The different fighting styles of each Miraculous Holder

Lil explanation: though it's never directly stated in Miraculous Ladybug canon i see it ad heavily implied that, when a Kwami powers up a human, they somewhat fuse. Not like the fusion Ha dance. But a human will display not only physical but character traits from the Kwami of their Miraculous. They're still clearly the same person! Just with a few tweaks to their priorities most of the time. So yes, pointing this out so clearly brings this close to theory or headcanon territory but shhh it's my au, i make the rules

Trixie as Lucky Bug

Lucky Bug has a strong instinct to fight, there are only very few things that could stop her from heading into battle.

Trixie is always set for confrontation and Tikki has the unwavering urge to always do whatever is possible to help. The combination of these two working together as one gives Lucky Bug her strength to take on everything that stands in her way.

When in battle She will make sure to keep her opponents attention fully on herself. She holds the strong belief that while she bears the brunt of attacks she can make sure nobody else gets hurt and that's how she fights. Thanks to the weapon her Miraculous grants her she can exceed in close combat as well as having quite ranged attacks. The lather she will mostly use to pull someone's attention away from others if necessary. Closer ranged combat is definitely her preference though. Here she can use her magical yo-yo like a morningstar and really hammer down in fight. A yo-yo with endlessly extendable cord is incredibly versatile and Lucky Bug is smart enough to always find new ways to mobilize this weapon but good old brute force shouldn't be underrated.

Stephanie as Pitch Serval

Pitch Serval always has an urge to move and that definitely includes battle. Once she gets going there is nothing that'll get her standing still again.

Stephanie will literally jump at any opportunity to start moving and help others, Plagg has deep confidence in his abilities and will let everyone know. In combination that makes Pitch Serval a little bit of a show off. While well able to quietly observe a situation, once she gets into action she will not stop until the job is done.

Watching Pitch Serval fight looks more like watching a professional dancer who just so happens to beat people up while performing. The extendable pole she got as a weapon seems almost to become part of her body. In fluid motions she is capable of a variety of attacks that are both unpredictable without the music only she must hear and so natural that it becomes mesmerizing to watch. Whether she actually fights with the pole for proper hits or uses it to propel herself around, it will be effective and beautiful.

Sportacus as Álfurildi

Álfurildi is not a fan of fighting in a confrontational sense, however, practiced as a sport he finds great enjoyment in it. To him the only reason to actually fight is to protect others.

Sportacus was already a locally famous hero before receiving a Miraculous and brings all the best qualities this encompasses to the table. Nooroo however is a hurt soul, as a surviver of horrible abuse by a past master it took him a long time to extend enough trust to willingly give his powers to someone else again. The combination of these two makes Álfurildi appear a lot more calm or even reserved compared to the Sportacus we all know and love. It makes him worry more and more careful but he's still very energetic, confident and capable in basically anything he tries.

This of cause reflects in his style of battle. Until he's made sure his opponent cannot be swayed without it he won't go in for an attack so most of his battles he spends dodging his opponents attacks while making sure to stay close enough to keep tge encounter from breaking off. He encompasses the phrase "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" as watching him avoid the incoming attacks looks almost supernatural at times, like gravity just doesn't apply to him the same way it does to others. His in depth mastery of most sports in existence surely help with that. Once he switches lanes to actually attacking himself he will use the cane that is his assigned weapon almost exclusively like a bat or racket or other similar sport equipment. You surely can image the punch that packs.

Robbie as Bullock

Bullock is not one to start a fight but he sure is great at ending them, by winning obviously.

Robbie has efficiency, wit and persistence on his side. Stompp, caring and deterninted, speaks his mind without hesitation. These two together give Bullock a reserved and stubborn appearance but when fending for what is right those are strong attributes to have.

Bullock operates best when following a plan so he will mostly be seen as a detached observer which can be accurately described as the calm before the storm. The phrase "mess with the bull, you get the horns" might as well have been coined just to describe him. Once he starts fighting he is quite literally going to bulldoze his opponent. With the ease from a Kwami's powers elaborate movements require no effort anymore do the usually so lazy man can now go all out, but old habits die hard so he aims to be done fighting as quickly as possible. This results in his attacks coming in rapid fire blasts of assaults. Using his armored fists and legs for precise hits, the chain of his tail like a whip and even his horns make him an overwhelming opponent in close combat. At distance, any distance, his miraculous granted weapon, his darts, never miss a target he locked on to and can only be removed by him so no fight will stay at distance for long.

Pixel as Spectra

Spectra needs a good overview of the ongoing battle to unleash the modt effective Amok but that surely doesn't stop him from getting physically involved once the chance arises.

Pixel follows his strong intuition and always has a quick and effective solution to help others out, Duusu is straight forward about everything and easily get enthusiastic. With this passionate combination Spectra often jumps into battle with his friends despite that not being the most logical step. His powers and costume lend themselves a lot easier to defensive fighting, more blocking, enduring, studying and only then striking. Thanks to his extensive theoretical knowledge from video games he knows an expansive array of moves only someone fighting with a fan as their weapon can use so once he gets his chance to actually fight he is far more effective than he would expect from himself.

Jives as Grinder Turtle

Grinder Turtle is really not much of a fighter. But there will never be anything in his way when he has someone to protect.

Jives is a very calm guy, the human embodiment of the gentle giant trope. Wayzz has persistence, patience and a deep respect for everybody. This combination makes Grinder Turtle incredibly passive in battle. He will use his shield only to push people away, which works great because as someone who is much taller than almost everyone he always has the high ground; but for the most part he finds his spot in the back of the team to set up his Shell-ter for them and be content holding up a safe space for everyone.

This style of fighting unfortunately takes a lot of energy out of him, leading to him quickly losing the turtle miraculous to Stingy.

Jives as High Duke

High Duke finds his flow in fighting. Here he can let lose and push himself to his limits.

Again, Jives is calm and unshakable, always too passive to not get along eith everybody. Now, Xuppu playful and mischievous, holding enjoyment to high value. Their combination makes High Duke a force to be reckoned with. They fuse in perfect addition to each other, making him a well confident, experimental fighter who does exactly what feels right in the moment. His wish to protect everyone around him, now fueled with confidence from a new perspective, allows him to move swiftly during battles like he never did anything else.

Thanks to the flexibility this transformation gifts him with he doesn't just stand back and wait anymore, he jumps head first into the fight. His favorite ways of attack is to duck down all the way to the ground and use his weapon, his staff, or the rope he has as a tail to trip his opponents, and to use the dtaff as leverage to jumo high in the air and strike from up above with great force.

Stingy as Vault

Vault is a presence that demands attention, with powerful attacks to back it up he is a heavy hitter even though he isn't so prone to charge to front line.

Stingy's determination and confidence elevate his sharp focus even more while Wayzz is anchored, calm and has a great sense of duty. The combination they create gives Vault a presence of security everyone can feel. He is strong and unwavering in what he does and knows it full well.

There is a weight in his stance like nothing can make him falter, even when not creating a Shell-ter around himself he is undeniable at the center of something powerful. With this mass of confidence he doesn't just hold on to his shield to push intruders back but it also becomes a projectile weapon to knock opponents out from afar. Though he isn't as animated as others on the team each move he makes carries weight and purpose everyone can see.

Ziggy as Mouse the Mighty

Mouse the Mighty looks harmless compared to what he is capable of. He will fight with all he has for what he believes in.

Ziggy is a simple guy, excited by the best qualities of a hero and deterninted to work as hard as possible to achieve whatever goal he has. Mullo has an optimistic approach to everything and shies away from no challenge. Together they make Mouse the Mighty eager to show everyone the qualities of a true superhero

Fueled with so much excitement he could overflow he sonetines bites off more than he can chew. When he rushes into battle, blinded by the chance to prove himself his flight response is a little too strong and he uses his Miraculous power to split into many tiny versions of himself to run away, halfway through running he remembers who he id though, how powerful he now is and that his friends need him and he comes back with even more confidence and determination than he started with.

He has all it takes to be an outstanding hero and once he gets going he shows all he got. Armed with the knowledge of pop culture and the brain of a suorrhero obsessed boy he can quickly switch styles drastically mid movement. This unpredictability together with his size varying from one bear to many mice makes him practically unstoppable. Not only does he have brute force at his disposal but also he uses his weapon, a jumprope, like nunchucks or to trip people or any other way he once saw and thought looked cool.

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I hope you enjoyed this. I was just hoping i could breath a little more life into the characters I've been playing around with for a while now but you so far only got one still image of each (also hoping to change that soon, I'm really working on that story)

For some of the Kwami's there's just barely any info about them, i hope it doesn't show too much where i was just winging it

#lazytown #lazytown au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lazybug #trixie troubleby #stephanie splitz #stephanie meanswell #Sportacus #Robbie Rotten #pixel hyperbyte #jives junkfood #stingy spoilero #ziggy zweets #Tikki #Plagg #Nooroo #Stompp #Duusu #Wayzz #Xuppu #Mullo #Redacted #What could this mean? #owo what's this?? #Be my guest #Have a guess #;)