#and i see that clearer than ever. and i want to honor that in any way i can

[very-normal-abt-this]

Things Left Unsaid

Aziraphale realized he can't possibly leave Crowley on the note on which their conversation ended. He goes to talk to him, as Crowley stands leaning on the Bentley.

"Did you...change your mind?" Crowley's voice sounded as if he was trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant.

"Erm..no...Not exactly." Aziraphale felt his face getting hot and his stomach turning to knots.

Crowley spat through clenched teeth: "So did you come back to FoRgIvE me some more?"

Aziraphale sighed and looked guilty. "No, of course not...Quite the opposite, actually. I believe it is I who needs forgiveness. That...um...that… was not the right thing to say earlier…given the circumstances. And…err.. it wasn't at all what I actually wanted to say. I'm sorry, Crowley. You… caught me by quite a surprise. Will you please come back to the bookshop so we can talk?"

Crowley stared at Aziraphale for a few moments. "No, Aziraphale. YOU caught me by quite a surprise. If you haven't changed your mind, I don't see what's left to talk about. You made your feelings abundantly clear..."

Aziraphale winced. "That's the thing...I um...I actually didn't. I don't think either of us did. Everything was happening too fast!"

"Angel. I don't know how to express my feelings any clearer than baring my soul to you, the way I did back there."

Aziraphale felt his face getting hot. He looked utterly dejected and avoided eye contact with Crowley. "Well…ehm…I see your point there. And yet...I am still asking you to at least give me another chance to express myself better. I am worried that...it might be the last chance I get to talk to you freely...at least for a while." He glanced over at the coffee shop nervously. "Please Crowley!"

Crowley looked away from the angel and was silent for a long moment. Finally he sighed, and said in a flat voice: "Okay. Fine. But only in honor of the 6000 years we've spent here together. ("which apparently means nothing" he mumbled under his breath). Aziraphale gave him a tentative and grateful smile.

Aziraphale glanced at Crowley furtively as they walked back to the bookshop in complete silence. Crowley walked inside, but stopped close to the entrance, as if to signal that his presence here was tentative and conditional. He crossed his arms and stood perfectly still. His body language was saying "Well?" as he waited for Aziraphale to speak.

Aziraphale's hands were clammy, and he felt like he might actually throw up. How is he supposed to explain his decision to Crowley? What is he to say? How is he supposed to convince him that this decision isn't the deepest betrayal of the Demon's trust, loyalty, and everything they have been through together since the beginning of time? Aziraphale had no answers to any of these questions. He just knew he had to start talking because the clock was ticking.

"Crowley…I am not going to try to convince you to come with me. But...If I'm being quite honest - It is hard for me to understand why you would turn down this opportunity. To have the freedom of doing what we had wished for all these years - throwing out 'politics as usual,' getting rid of the dogma focused on settling an ancient grudge, bringing about a new era focused on appreciating the universe for what it is." Aziraphale's face had a look that conveyed confusion and sadness.

Crowley responded coldly: "The only reason its hard for YOU to understand MY reasons is because you have not experienced Heaven in the way that I have. They don't give "freedom" to anyone. They DON'T like for things to be questioned. And they CERTAINLY don't like change. Remember the day you helped me create the stars and nebulas, do you remember the way I was back then? Have you ever wondered where all that naive excitement and unbridled joy went?" He paused. "I'll tell you where it went. THEY took it from me!" he was jabbing his finger at the sky. "When they threw me away like a discarded…discarded…. I don't know.. discarded old knickers!" Crowley's hands were hanging limply by his sides now. "I think you've gone completely delusional if you've convinced yourself that you can change them 'from the inside' all by yourself!"

"I'm Not delusional." said Aziraphale in an even tone. "And…I was assuming I would NOT be going 'all by myself.' When I said yes to Metatron, I assumed I would have…a…a partner who shares my quest to make changes. "

Crowley said bitterly: "The last time I tried to change things in Heaven...it didn't go so well for me. In case you forgoT." He emphasized the "T" on "forgot," in his typical manner. Aziraphale looked at him, feeling distraught for causing his friend to remember those awful memories. There was no arguing with this statement.

Heavy silence hung in the air as the Angel and the Demon faced each other, with torn expressions on their faces. Suddenly, Crowley started pacing and said: "And also, how exactly do you imagine this…reinstatement to angelhood going for me, hmm? Do you really think I'm just going to Crawl back up there, like a good little angel, and beg THEM for forgiveness, beg THEM for my halo back, with my widdle angel tail between my widdle angel legs -- well then you really don't know me at all!" Crowley was speaking quite loud now: "I will never repent for things that are not evil! I will NEVER repent for asking questions! And I will never repent for not…not having blind faith!" He stopped pacing and faced Aziraphale again. "That's not who I am now, and that's not who I was then. So, If you want me to come back to Heaven -- I don't think its actually ME that you want. You want some fantasy version of me, some version of me you made up in your pretty little head… because...because you can't actually accept me for who I am. Can you Aziraphale? Isn't that why you keep trying to forgive me?" Crowley's mouth was in a tight line, and his face was filled with rejection and hurt.

Aziraphale felt like someone punched him in the gut, his breath was caught in his throat. As he tried to process what Crowley had just said, panicky thoughts filled his head. "Could he be right? Do I want to change Crowley into something he is not? Our relationship would certainly be easier and...more...accepted if Crowley was reinstated..." Suddenly, the memory of Crowley's lips on his, the memory of his closeness and the way he had smelled rushed into the Angel's head. Aziraphale's physical and celestial body ached for this closeness. He knew absolutely that he didn't need for Crowley to be an angel. He knew that he loved him regardless. For thousands of years now, he never doubted that Crowley is someone who is deserving of unconditional love and acceptance.

Aziraphale focused his eyes on Crowley. "I'm glad you shared that with me. Perhaps you are right and I…I am being overly optimistic about what type of reception your return would garner in heaven. And…I am probably being too optimistic about what would be expected from YOU to secure your reinstatement. But…I want to make something perfectly clear. I NEVER thought that you needed to apologize for being who you are at your very core. I love…Your compassion and loyalty… Your curiosity and independence…Your kindness.. Your love for all of Creation." Now Aziraphale was looking at Crowley with that smitten look on his face, with a soft dreamy smile. As usual, the Angel was completely unaware that he was staring. "These qualities that are so natural to you...are so sorely lacking up there."

Crowley appeared to have mixed emotions about Aziraphale's compliments. He looked embarrassed, annoyed, and very slightly pleased. He looked at the floor and mumbled: "Well…still think you're naïve. Or grandiose. Heaven has not changed since the beginning of time. What makes you think THIS time will be any different..."

Aziraphale felt a twinge of irritation at Crowley's unshakable nihilism. "Forgive me for saying this, but...honestly Crowley, aren't you a bit naïve for thinking that we can make any real changes while hiding our heads in the sand here on Earth? Or...or on some other planet?" He paused. "Your proposition to um..." Aziraphale's throat felt very dry suddenly. "To go off...Together." The Angel's voice got quiet. Crowley froze in his spot. Aziraphale glanced at Crowley nervously and quickly looked away. "Its quite...well its quite tempting. It was tempting 4 years ago…and even more so now." Aziraphale was quiet for a moment lost in thought, as if weighing the offer again in his mind. Crowley swallowed.

Aziraphale continued. "But Crowley…no matter where we go, or where we hide…This peaceful existence we carved out for ourselves here on Earth, it won't last. Nothing ever does. Unless things change." Aziraphale glanced up towards the ceiling. "You know as well as I do that, sooner or later, they will try to implement another Apocalyptic event as they chase their obsession to have their war. You said it to me yourself 4 years ago- the Armageddon we thwarted wasn't the Big One. The Big One will be Earth against Heaven and Hell. And if I'm up there, keeping an eye on their plans…I think that would greatly improve Earth's chances of survival, don't you?" Crowley's insides jumped as he remembered what he saw during his little field trip to Heaven just a few hours ago. They ALREADY tried to set up another Armageddon. Aziraphale was right about that...

Now, Aziraphale was looking at Crowley with a desperate look on his face and his lip seemed to be trembling: "And I, for one, would have a really hard time enjoying...ehm...being…us, while being fully aware of the expiration date hanging over our heads!"

Crowley sighed and took off his glasses. He stared at the ground, then looked up at Aziraphale. The demon looked tired and defeated. After a few moments of silence, he offered a quiet and half hearted retort: "Well...it still coulda been nice...even with the expiration date. I mean...Shouldn't we just enjoy what we have while we have it? To live in the moment and suCH..." He trailed off because he knew what the answer will be.

Aziraphale walked over to Crowley and stood close to him. The Angel looked at his friend with an expression filled with sorrow and love. As usual, Aziraphale was admiring the demon's sharp features, his shining bright eyes, his perfect hair. He desperately wanted to reach out and touch Crowley, but he did not dare. "I truly don't think we can...Not anymore." Aziraphale took in an audible breath before continuing. "These last few years, after the Armageddon, have been...some of the best years of my life. And...continuing to do that, staying here…with you…would be so SO much easier, and astronomically more pleasant than leaving...without you. But I…I strongly believe there is a reason this opportunity is being presented to us now. Maybe even some sort of an...Ineffable…reason."

Crowley continued to look at Aziraphale with a pained look on his face. The angel felt like he was sealing his own fate, as he said the next sentence. His own voice sounded muffled and distant to him. "Crowley...this is something I feel completely and utterly compelled to do. Just as for you, the idea of coming back to heaven feels like going against everything YOU are at your core. For me - NOT taking this opportunity to Try. Try and fix things once and for all...it would be going against everything that I am at MY core. Can't you see that?" His face was filled with guilt, love, sadness, and fear.

By now, Crowley had admitted to himself that Aziraphale was right in some ways. At least in the fact that heaven and hell will never cease trying to act out their joint Armageddon fetish. They'll never stop trying to resolve their ancient grudges against one another. Not unless some kind of new vision, or new "plan" has been created and spoon fed to them. And who is better for the task of creating a more...*Earth -friendly* plan, than a being who has been a protector of humans from the very beginning, often at his own expense. Someone who loves Earth and everything it has to offer- people, music, food, books, dancing, little restaurants where they know you, parents who love their children, champagne, magic?! Someone who understands the beauty of creation, and sees an intrinsic value in its existence, as opposed to viewing it only as a means to An End.

Finally Crowley spoke: " 'M sorry I called you an idiot earlier…" He exhaled. "I still think it’s a suicide mission, and I still think you're delusional for taking this on. Yes I understand, It's who you are, etcetera and all that…But. It just…Ngk..." Crowley made a frustrated noise and ran his fingers through his hair while looking up. "It just really stings that…even after 6000 years, even after everything we've been through, your devotion to Heaven and Earth is still...You're still…" He swallowed. "You always choose them over me."

Hearing these words, Aziraphale's expression changed to that of disbelief with an undercurrent of low level horror. Something heavy dropped into his stomach, while something sharp broke into a million tiny pieces in his chest. What a cruel and tragic world...in which his best friend actually believes he is not important enough…

Aziraphale finally felt brave enough to touch Crowley, he needed to touch him. He reached out and took Crowley's hand into both of his. Crowley glanced down at their intertwined hands, and back up to the angel's face, trying (and failing) to control his emotions. Aziraphale looked intently and tenderly into the fallen angel's eyes and spoke: "My dear friend. Don't you see that the reason I care so deeply about these things is BECAUSE of you. You're the one who showed me that creation is precious and worth saving. You're the one who showed me that we must protect it from...Them. You're the one who taught me that we must allow it to unfold into whatever beautiful design it was meant to become." Now both of them had tears their eyes. "Crowley. All I want is...All I've ever so desperately wanted is to watch this Universe unfold through the ages, and through all of eternity. With YOU by my side." A tear rolled down Crowley's cheek, and Aziraphale reached up and gently wiped it with his thumb. Crowley said in a low raspy voice: "That's all I've ever wanted, Angel."

Two eternal beings stood frozen in time, in a bookshop, somewhere on Earth. Their eyes locked, hands touching, insides trembling.

At that moment, the door burst open and Metatron walked in. Aziraphale discreetly let go of Crowley's hand and turned to face Metatron. "It is time, Aziraphale." Metatron announced. "I'm ready," Aziraphale said, and forced a small polite smile on his face. "Excellent! Then let us away!" exclaimed Metatron and turned to leave. Aziraphale followed him. He turned back to take one last look at Crowley, who appeared smaller somehow, and was looking rather shellshocked. Their eyes met and Aziraphale bathed in their golden yellow light for one last moment. Then he followed Metatron out of the bookshop.

As the door shut behind them, the sound of it shook Crowley out of his trance. He walked over to a chair and collapsed into it. He slowly put on his sunglasses and wiped his cheek with his hand. The demon wondered for the hundredth time if he was being unreasonable for rejecting Aziraphale's offer; for letting him go off on his own into that nest of toxicity. Bloody Angel…How is he supposed to protect him now?

Aziraphale walked into the elevator to Heaven. As he watched the doors shut, he felt an unbearable force clenching down on his heart. He thought about what (and who) he was leaving behind. He wondered for the hundredth time whether his decision would turn out to be a horrible and irreversible mistake.

#good omens prime #good omens season 2 #good omens #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #good omens s1 #good omens fanfiction #ineffable idiots #good omens fix it #good omens s2 finale

[of-thieves-and-witches]

Spring

A/N: not proof read. hopefully will be before it goes up on ao3.

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" And that brings us to the end of the campus tour, hope you liked it. Registration forms are at the administration office for those interesting in applying to the Galvan Academy of Intergalactic Sciences. Hope to see you at the spring semester" the tiny little voices echoed cheerfully in harmony from all 5 mouths of the blue campus tour guide.

The group thanked her and then dispersed into various directions, with our dark haired osmosian being dragged away by his girl towards the main building.

"Woah G slow down, where's the fire?"

Gwen rolled her eyes, " the sooner we fill that form , the better the impression it leaves. The better the impression, the more likely you get in" she said as she almost sprinted towards the 50 foot giant metallic doors.

Kevin smirked. Leave it to his girl to get excited over school, though deep down he had to admit, he was a little excited too.

This wasn't just any school , it was THE Galvan Academy. Founded by Azmuth's grandparent's, this was one of the most prestigious universities in the milky way. Anyone who was anyone went here , in fact it was an honor to even be allowed on to the campus itself.

When he first received the letter at his garage a few days ago he automatically tossed it on to the plastic chair, assuming it was another one of Ben's fanmail.

It was Gwen who brought it to his attention when she came over later that evening that it was addressed to him from the academy

" TGA huh? So Ben's getting honorary doctorate or something?"

" This isn't for Ben , it's for you"

Kevin was slightly taken aback, his initial thoughts racing to recall if he'd ever stolen or committed some crime regarding the institution. Nothing came to mind. So if he wasn't in trouble , why would they have sent him a letter?

" it says Azmuth has recommended your name to join from the Spring semester and they'd love to have you visit the campus to consider an official admission. " she almost shrieked as his eyes widened.

Him? Why him?

He's not the super famous hero, Ben is. He's not the super book smart academic , Gwen is.

Why would anyone recommend him?

" are you sure it is isn't for one of you guys? "

" it literally says congratulations dear Kevin Ethan Levin on having been chosen as an honorary recruit to the spring semester. It can't get any clearer than that. Now get up, we need to pack ASAP if want to make it to Galvaria by Tuesday. Oooh and we'll need to get some formals for you"

Kevin was dumbfounded at the thought of it all. So dumbfounded that he didn't even complain when Gwen made him buy sweater vests and khakhis.

Upon reaching the foot of the wide stairs he pulled, resulting in gwen smacking into his chest due to the abrupt halt.

" G what makes you think I even want to go here?"

Gwen raised her eyebrows at him.

" wha...what? Do you even know where we are right now? babe this is where the weapon master's come to learn. This...this is all we've talked about for past 3 days!"

He shook his head. " No this is all you've talked about for the past 3 days. I haven't said anything"

She looked at him in disbelief. That can't be true. However now that she thought about it, she realized she truly was the only one of them who'd actually shown any enthusiasm, the one of them who'd been dragging them through every nook and cranny of the institution openly gawking at all the machinery and facilities.

Kevin for the most part simply walked beside her giving the occasional woah whenever some high level tech was mentioned.

"come on" She grabbed his hand and began pulling him again, this time away from the building and towards the giant fountain of Azmuth spewing water out of his head.

He quietly followed her as they sat on the cool granite in front of the statue.

" babe " she sighed " I'm sorry, I should've known something was up when you agreed to buy those dress shoes. I just ... I don't know. This is a huge deal and I'm sorry I got carried away"

Kevin stared at the all the aliens buzzing around the courtyard, some rushing with piles of books to their next class and some showing off their end of semester projects. This could be him next semester , if he decided that is.

" It's been a while since I went to school you know. And the last time I was there, I didn't really have the best time"

Gwen gave a soft squeeze to his hand.

" I know" she said softly. " But you've grown so much since. You're smart and funny, you got your roguish charm" he smirked as she gave him a little nudge.

" kev you'll be fine. And i'll be right here if you need anything", she reassured.

His smirk dropped.

Truth be told , while he was nervous about going back to school, it wasn't exactly the number one thing that made him apprehensive about this whole situation.

" G, you know this is a 2 year degree, not including further specialization and the compulsory year long work I'm supposed to do with Azmuth. I'm gonna have to stay out here for 5 years atleast. And I know you can't just drop everything at Freidkin and ...." he trailed off.

He didn't even want to say it out loud.

The anodite looked down at her hands and fumbled with her fingers.

" I know" she whispered. She wasn't stupid, she knew what followed if Kevin went here.

They sat in silence, just staring at the ground for a while, neither of them wanting to confront the truth that loomed over them.

" Gwen , I ca.. I don't want to lose you" he whispered. "5 years is a long time. Things change , people.. change"

Their own relationship was a testament of the fact.

She turned and grabbed his face in her hands, her thumb slowly stroking his cheek. She looked into his dark eyes, the eyes that become her home over the past few years.

" I can't even begin to imagine not being you okay? But I can't take this amazing opportunity away from you, you deserve to be happy Kev"

" you make me happy gwen"

" I know , but that's not enough. You're worthy of so much more. You deserve a chance to be great."

He looked away from her, trying to avoid eye contact.

" so you're going to let me go, just like that?" he said quietly.

She placed her head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around her like it'd done a million times over.

" yes, even if it feels like my heart's being ripped out of my chest. I love you too much to keep you around. "

He sighed. " 5 years is a long time you know. A lot can happen"

This wasn't going to be easy , it never is when it comes down to the one you love. Kevin was right, 5 years was a terribly long time to be away from the one who's the reason your heart flutters, but this wasn't the time for mere feelings.

" 5 or 500 , I'm not going anywhere" it was true, regardless of what the future held for their relationship , there was one thing she knew for sure. She was never going to stop loving him.

He kissed the top of her as she snuggled closer. It was an interesting emotion Kevin felt at the moment. A mix of excitement of knowing he'd have a chance of becoming something great whilst feeling grief over losing someone he considered was his whole world.

Kevin turned around and looked up at the Azmuth statue. He wondered why he had recommended him in the first place. Besides from a few interactions, always regarding Ben, they hadn't really talked or bonded in any way, at least not enough for him to consider him to for anything as prestigious as this. Then again he never did understand most things the little green frog spoke or did.

" hey G, is the water coming out of his head supposed to represent his brains?"

Gwen looked up with him, " huh ,I guess so "

"Weird"

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A/N: yes , they break up. I've always headcanoned they do. not because they hate each other because personally i feel like kevin deserves a chance to make something of himself besides just following gwen around. He's got the potential. and azmuth noticed that as well.

But fear not, they do get back together at the end of the 5 years. :))

#ben 10 #gwevin #kevin levin #gwen tennyson #ben 10 uaf #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #love #ben 10 omniverse #fanfic #ao3 #oneshot #spring

[wcndrlnds]

ALICE KANG ? the TWENTY SIX year old is the COUNTESS of WARWICK, how exciting to see them this season! rumors have it they are IMAGINATIVE and AFFECTIONATE, but i’ve heard they are QUIET and FOOLISH as well — maybe that’s why they’ve been called the DREAMER. I have even heard that SHE CAUSED THE FIRE THAT TOOK HER FAMILY — only time will tell.

STORY.

I. eldest of three by the time she gets to see her fifth year, the kangs couldn't have wished for better daughters. couldn't have wished for a better family to raise in one of the few estates to their name. II. alice had always been keen to the arts for as long as she could reach the height of three apples. her mother had a voice of velvet, and the count couldn't get enough of the latest byron and poets. not that she would understand much of it in her young age, but recitations were frequent, and thus her brilliant mind put to a pedestal as she could read earlier than most child. III. passion would be putting it lightly, and count kang knew what he had to get started so his oldest could follow into her hobbies as she grew. IV. renovations lasted longer than the finished addition could ever live. for months of works to carve shelves in the finest of woods and acquiring the rarest of books would all go in vain a few weeks after the completion. V. FIRE, DEATH TW. no one knows for sure what happened. only that so the blaze could be seen from the village, smoke thick of wood and paper making for an impossible thing to avoid. was it the british mixed feline that knocked over a candle ? of the fireplace ill placed in the heart of the library going wild ? a misplaced pipe still carrying ambers ? nothing is known of the cause, solely the outcome. alice covered in sot and cuts from the shattered glass that flew out windows after windows in the inferno. VI. all but seven years young, and she's found herself with no estate, no parents, no siblings. only an inheritance that couldn't be clearer : title and every assets passed down to the eldest child, no matter the age. not that any uncles or aunts could try to claim it, for none were in sight to hear of the tragic event. VII. thankfully, or fatefully, the cholmondeleys whomst had always been close and dear to the kangs, couldn't let the poor orphan in the streets. taking her under their wings, she's had the fortunate honor to grow up alongside people she could never call family, guilt ridden mind wouldn't allow such a claim, but they've treated her like nothing less. VIII. unwillingly, though never complainingly, learning how to take care of duties that are far beyond her expertise and interests, as well as trying to navigate a society that whispers about her tragedy like it happened all but yesterday. twenty years anniversary of the event is near, and never once has it stopped plaguing mind uncontained.

QUICK FACTS.

she was a pretty lively kid before the whole fire rip !!

has grown quite... quiet since. never lost her good manners, but is losing herself hiding behind being proper ever since being introduced into society.

her mind is still running rampant with ideas and imagination from all the books she read and will keep reading. loves to evade in stories, as those are some rare times where she is allowed an escape from her reality.

which makes her also quite foolish and naive !! forgets sometimes where the line is between reality and fantasy, it is easy to make her believe in anything. that is only because she wants to believe, too.

extremely soft spoken to the point that sometimes she cannot be heard. would much rather be unfound in a corner of a ballroom than in the middle of the dance.

seasons have come and gone and while she has had her share of courtships, none seemed to ever stick. either from her mind spacing in the middle of a conversation or the rumors surrounding her, it always seems enough to drive everyone away.

much much MUCH more comfortable with people that took time to stick with her. she isn't hard to approach, kind and warm in all the right ways, but she is hard to understand. a handful of people do, and she understands them right back. meaning she'll be in their corners and cling to them no manner what, fear of seeing them vanish from her reach if she doesn't.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

a little tired to come up with specifics </3. but honestly anything that you can think of !! slide in my dms or ims or literally simply tag me in anything and i will respond and go off any kind of vibes !! friends, not so friends, influences gone good or bad, another lady to kiss in secret, anyone to indulge in her imagination, someone she gives her trust to a little too rapidly, make a fool out of her, and so much more truly anything goes !!

#intro #wdintro #bro the way my laptop crashed as i was doing this and ps also crashed prior........................................ #didn't want to see me post that intro fr #fire tw #death tw

[thezanyarthropleura]

Finally drew a Masako/Battra Ranger from Don’t Tell Me (How This Game Ends), which I also updated last week with the first of the Legacy of the Underground 3-parter, a dive into the ancient civilizations of Mu and Seatopia.

YOUR AWARENESS IS NOTABLE…

And he’d definitely said – thought – ‘notable’ like it was the highest honor he would ever, ever consider giving to a human.

…BUT YOU MUST, AFTER ALL, SUFFER THE SAME FAILINGS AS THE REST. NO HUMAN CAN TRULY COMPREHEND, LET ALONE ACCEPT, THE PRICE THAT MUST NOW BE PAID FOR ANY HOPE OF THE EARTH’S SALVATION.

You mean ‘kill all humans?’ she thought with a smirk, though it faltered.

She couldn’t lie, but maybe…

“You’re right, you got me,” Masako spoke with a smile, looking the coin in where its eyes would be if the design had clearer detail. “I want to live, and maybe there’s a few other people around I might actually still care about, but that’s the exception, not the rule. People are monsters, and you can mind-check me on that all fucking day. The best case you’ll find is bone-headed ignorance, because the rest of ‘em have moved on to getting their kicks out of being cruel. On the flipside, yeah, there’s people like me, who know what the fuck needs to get done, but there aren’t nearly enough of us or any real shot at power in order to make it happen…”

Masako stared into the abyss of the coin, and twisted an evil smirk.

“…Until now, that is, so… so maybe we don’t agree on everything, and maybe we never will, but the way I see it? You want to destroy one hundred percent of humans, and so what if I’m only cool with ninety? You want to spend all night and day arguing about that last ten percent – and that’s a generous ten percent – or do you want to start saving the goddamn Earth?”

Only silence graced her thoughts.

It’s a better deal than you thought you’d get.

…BATTRA FINDS THIS AN ACCEPTABLE ARRANGEMENT… HUMAN.

#Battra #kaiju #Godzilla #cw swearing #lots of swearing #and this is a fairly dark if comedic story in general #but it's battra so it is what it is

[the-composer]

(Blindfold meme) “I’d say this to your face, blindfolded or not, but honestly I hadn’t expected to grow a relationship like this as quickly as we have. I dunno if it was just that you found me interesting at first or if there was something else you saw in me, but you gave me a chance and I’ll forever be grateful for that.” There’s a quick yet gentle hug, one unsure if the affection is okay, but not wanting to over step boundaries while still getting the message across. “You’re truly amazing; I hope you know that. All of you that you’ve let me see and catch glimpses of of wonderful and I’m more than honored to call you someone I care a whole fuckin’ lot for. If you ever need or want me, for any reason, all you gotta do is say the word, aight? I’ll be there to support ya and help however you need.”

whispered confessions     ╱     accepting

Joshua listens intently, threading the words together as they're uttered. With every sentence adding more and more context, the picture's becoming clearer. But it's the hug that clinches it -- which he leans back into just the slightest bit, subtly permitting it. Everything being said is so... sweet, far sweeter than he deserves, in his opinion. But rather than refute or reject the endearments like he would have once upon a time, he accepts them (albeit with mild discomfort). 

“I think you are too kind for your own good, but... I’ll remember this... I’ll probably fight you on the support part, but you can probably wear me down over time, too... heehee.”

#reply #/ ohhh ohhhhhhh

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

thinking about kazutora

just more personal musings / tr spoilers

i might be wrong because i never really gave this much thought back when i was first reading tokrev but now that i think about it i sort of felt like kazutora only really had baji, probably the only one and true friend he had (at least at that time; now, idk) who made real efforts to understand him and stuck with him when no one else did. sure, manjiro had let him know he’d always belong in toman but that might also be partly in honor of baji’s wishes to not put any blame on kazutora. and, well, cus mikey has a big heart (for better or for worse), and i don’t necessarily mean in the kind sense but it’s just the way mikey is; he values these connections/his friends above all else. kazutora, more than anything, only wanted a place where he can belong, be seen, be cared about, and mikey and toman were sort of an assurance that it’s something he can have.

which is why i think it’s very telling of kazutora’s character how, in the bonten timeline, when everyone else seems to have moved on from manjiro, kazutora’s the only one (along with hanagaki) who actively tried to take steps in bringing mikey back. the sad irony of kazutora’s evolution as a character is that even though he’s matured and reformed well enough so he could go back to his friends, he’s now once again stuck in a place where he doesn’t quite ‘belong.’ sure, we can see him being integrated back within his old circle, but what sets him apart from his friends is his clearer perspective on just how things have changed, his refusal to simply let things be, to just let go of old ideals and promises and simply move on. i love how he compares his situation to that old tale about the fisherman who’s gone to sea for a few days only to come home and find out he’s been gone for many, many, many years; in a way, kazutora is just like takemitchy who’d quite literally just gotten out of a 10-year time capsule, enabling him to very clearly see the stark difference between the then and now and how messed up things really had gotten.

this story fucked me up as a kid and well it’s not the saddest, most tragic story out there but even then i knew there was something very lonely about being left behind: by time, by friends and connections and everyone else you’ve known. it’s very apt then that kazutora would be the one to want to actively pursue after manjiro because, i think, more than anyone else, kazutora’s the one person who understands mikey vis-à-vis the loneliness that comes with breaking ties with the people you care about. i’ve always seen kazutora’s character as sad, tragic even, but now also a hopeful one, and i’m inclined to think that if we’re ever getting a happy ending he’s more likely gonna be a key figure in it.

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Life After Luck (Black Panther!Shinsou x Reader)

Art credit: Pixiv ID 123370838

Warnings: harassment, descriptions of injuries and blood, mention of a past character death (minor) and violence, angst, fluff, protective Shinsou and endearing dad!Shinsou.

A/N: second work for @ultimate-astridwriting​ hybrid collab!!

Words: 9.4k

You and Shinsou had been seeing each other secretly for years. And in the famed city of Musutafu where the existence of hybrids were extremely rare, that wasn’t exactly an easy feat.

The statistics varied around the globe but the general trend ended up to be less than 5% of the world’s population being born with some kind of animal trait.

Because they were so rare, most humans lived out their whole lives without encountering a hybrid in person once, but for the odd individual, sometimes they would catch a glimpse.

Ever since he was young, Shinsou had to fight every step of the way to get what he wanted. He had to work harder than most just for the mere scraps of attention from scouts that came to search for those with talent to become future heroes, but he never once complained. Until a fight broke out at school, the jocks beating him up in the cafeteria, calling his aspiration to be a hero stupid while everyone else just sat there and watched.

They called him all sorts of horrible names that made his skin crawl and at the end of it all, they didn’t even get punished for starting the fight. He did.

After that, he stomped away from the school grounds and never looked back.

Overcoming life’s great trials, he made a name for himself in his own community in Japan with the help of his mentor, Aizawa.

The scruffy man demanded that he at least get the bare minimum of an education with him if he really refused to go back to his original school, and that’s how the odd pair that resembled father and son more than anyone else ended up getting homeschooled by the veteran underground pro. 

Eventually, the once scrawny black panther without a quirk transformed into a seasoned pro that Japan’s law enforcement called on whenever a case called for his skills. 

Shinsou’s hybrid traits made it easy for him to sneak around despite his size, making him one of the idealistic hires when police needed someone for undercover work. Coupled with the prowess of his build body, he was more than capable to takedown whatever targets were given to him.

Once he reached adulthood, he left the police reserves and went out on his own, seeking a life that lacked the emergency sirens and ways of deceit that it had been filled with previously.

He bounced around from job to job, starting from the bottom up. He washed dishes in a kitchen for a restaurant then went on to be a cashier and then finally worked on the side of the road, cleaning up litter left behind by inconsiderate people.

Shinsou found that over time, he appreciated doing those jobs more and got fulfillment out of it that he didn’t find before.

Little things that happened daily put an extra spring in his step, like strolling down the street and seeing an elder needing help to get across. The simple actions of holding open the door or complimenting someone in hopes of making their day, it was so much clearer than it had been before.

That wasn’t to say that life was a walk in the park for the estranged panther. He still got comments about his appearance when his hood slipped off or from people who looked closely enough spotted his tail, but he no longer cared. His self-worth didn’t rely on pleasing them.

He was done with trying to blend in with the humans. He was different and he was proud of it.

Shinsou’s jaw clenched and his eyes hardened every time someone muttered something not-so-kind under their breath but he pushed on out of sheer determination, shoving it down until he could process it and release the feelings that came with it. He didn’t want to be the type of person who held a grudge.

Nothing good came out of that.

It was hard, but he had an example to set. He didn’t want his son to end up like the person he used to be. 

A loner, an outcast, filled with so much anger aimed at the world that he lacked the ability to get along with anybody. And he didn’t want that for his son.

Naoki. His five-year-old kid with as much spunk as you had.

His wife of seven years.

Shinsou had met you on the eve of a grand ball being hosted in honor of Midoriya’s birthday, a party thrown for the Number One Hero by his large circle of friends. The black panther hybrid had been serving as protection for the night to Kaminari, an old human friend of his from high school who had hooked him up with a steady job within his own company.

Private security.

Since his panther genes gave him a much more built physique, Shinsou didn’t have any troubles convincing the big boss that he was the right fit for being a bodyguard. Coupled with his impressive background, that sealed the deal in one go.

Shinsou had been over at the bar getting a drink for the hyperactive blond conversing with his other guard, Jirou, when it happened.

The grand doors to the Victorian ballroom opened and in you entered, causing everyone’s jaws to drop to the floor.

Your floor-length gown was breathtaking. Diamonds glittered on soft skin from where the expensive necklace sat just above your collarbone. Ruby heels peeked out from under your dress as you floated through the entryway, coming to a stop at the balcony high above all the guests’ heads.

White chiffon skirts sweeping the marble tile, your satin heels clicked against the floor as you strode in, your chin turned delicately at the audible gasp that left the doorman.

An easy smile popped up on your features as he hastily apologized for staring and you brushed it off with an airy wave of your hand.

Shinsou didn’t even know if you were aware of all the eyes on you as you glided down the steps and warmly greeted Todoroki, the one who actually reserved the ballroom for the night, and Bakugou, one of your oldest friends.

Thank Eraserhead for his enhanced hearing.

However, Shinsou practically fainted when you walked over to him, commenting that he looked nice right before introducing yourself. The dress code that he had previously complained about to Kaminari earlier went out the window as soon as his eyes settled on you, drinking in your figure. 

You were the embodiment of a goddess.

At that point, he wasn’t sure if he died and went to heaven or what, but he knew one thing. You were absolutely breathtaking.

Your elegance, your ease and instant kindness whenever you interacted with someone had him weak in the knees. 

You were a vision. 

Radiating pure light and beauty.

Sliding over to him, Kaminari had flashed him a cocky grin and reassured him that Jirou could handle his responsibilities if he, oh, wanted to pay a visit to a particularly stunning girl. 

Jirou, his right-hand woman, swatted the electric blond’s shoulder as he doubled over with laughter but calmly told Shinsou that if he wanted to stroll around for a little while before coming back, then well, there certainly was nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun.

Blushing, he refused, claiming he couldn’t possibly leave Kaminari alone that long. He would find a way to set something on fire somehow. 

The man had a weird affinity with fire. 

Shinsou busied himself with the glasses, pouring the drinks that he had originally came over to get and he was about to get back to Jirou and Kaminari, both who suspiciously disappeared from sight, when he glanced up and saw you in all your splendor. 

Right in front of him.

The crystal flutes he had been holding smashed onto the floor, clear shards flying everywhere. All heads turned to him but this time, the attention was unwanted. 

Shinsou was frantic, trying to amend his mistake before you saw, even though that was literally impossible at this point, and Kaminari popped up out of nowhere, intervening before the enraged caterer could say some not-so-kind words to him. 

That was fortunate for him. 

What wasn’t as fortunate was you crouching down the second you heard the crash, disregarding everyone else’s shouts for you to be careful as you raced to his side, bending down to help.

“Are you alright?!” You asked, eyes wide with panic when your gaze landed on his palms and you froze. “Oh no, you’re bleeding!!”

The next ten minutes consisted of him adamantly refusing to let you help him clean up the shattered crystal and you arguing against him. Shinsou was forced to cave into you as you insisted on helping, threatening to haul him into your car to take him to the hospital yourself if he didn’t at least let you look at it, so he wasn’t left with much of a choice.

It wasn’t long before all the dangerous fragments were swept up and once the situation was handled, you led him out of the way to tend to his injuries.

Shinsou was quiet the entire way out, only protesting when you finally reached your destination of the nearest single stall bathroom. Here, at least it was quieter than the party that had resumed out there. Definitely wasn’t his crowd, but he wasn’t about to stomp all over the opportunity that Kaminari gave him just because he was a bit uncomfortable.

He could handle it. He was a panther, for crying out loud. 

His frame was broad, his sharp indigo eyes terrifying and he was tougher than anyone else out there.

And yet, you didn’t flinch away from his wary gaze, going so far as to tend to the cuts and scraps on his bare hands, disinfecting them gently before bandaging them up in soft gauze you found in the cabinet.

It wasn’t odd to have amenities at an event like this where some kind of physical discourse was bound to happen. You knew it well. 

Shinsou eyed you while you worked. “... I didn’t catch your name.”

If you were put off by the low drawl edged with a slight growl clearly meant to intimidate you, you didn’t show it at all. 

Shrugging nonchalantly, you ducked your head somewhat shyly as you tied off the cotton. “L/N. L/N, Y/N.”

Shinsou smirked. “Nice to meet you.”

You flashed him a grin. “Likewise.”

This time, he was the one to look down shyly as his heart skipped a beat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck with his newly banadaged palm as you wrapped the other one. “... Thanks for doing that.”

The snort that left you had him doing a double take.

“Thanks for letting me.” You retorted, tugging a bit harder on the end of the gauze to emphasize your exasperation with his earlier stubbornness and Shinsou winced, already regretting it.

“Sorry about that.” He murmured. He didn’t want to be on your bad side already. He had just met you.

Your gaze softened a tad as you picked up on the genuine strain in his voice. “It’s okay.”

After you finished tending to his injury, giving him a lame excuse why you knew first-aid so well, the two of you returned to the ball. 

He let it go. For some reason, he had a feeling he shouldn’t pry.

Shinsou readjusted his tie, knowing that if he didn’t, Kaminari would do it for him. That’s just the type of person the electric blond was. It was hella annoying.

But his indigo gaze kept on you the entire time as your skirts swept across the floor, capturing all the attention of the guests once again. 

Shinsou tapped the rim of the champagne glass to his lips contemplatively, mulling something over in his mind.

He saw through your weak excuse that you just knew how to do first-aid. He spotted the way your hands shook when you saw the blood, no matter how shallow the laceration was, and he couldn’t help but do a little bit of digging.

Jirou helped him find out that you weren’t a doctor or a nurse. In fact, you weren’t in any kind of profession in the medical field. 

While Shinsou was slightly glad you weren’t so that he wouldn’t run into you when missions went sideways, he was more disappointed than anything else.

What if he never saw you again after tonight?

The thought of today being the last time he laid eyes on you was too much for him to bear and even though he tried to keep his distance, tried to stomp out the blossoming warmth in his chest for you when you giggled and threw him a smile through the crowd with logic, nothing worked. 

Shinsou gathered his courage and with a push from Kaminari, literally, he had a date with the bashful bartender by the end of the night.

Waving goodbye to you after he walked you to his car, his arm dropped back down to his side as you drove off into the night. This is going to be fun... 

Two weeks passed by and he still had yet to see you.

At first, he was the one to get called away. Kaminari needed him for a gig while he closed a deal on the nightclub that he owned that he was looking to expand. Apparently, Jirou and Sero were unavailable. He apologized profusely, promising to make it up to you, but you didn’t even mind.

You understood that sometimes life just happened and things got in the way. He had nothing to be sorry for. You rescheduled for the following week. 

That was when you got called away. Family emergency.

Shinsou spent twenty minutes on the phone with you, promising that he wasn’t holding it against you for needing to push back the date again. His eyes softened when he clearly heard how distressed you were through his cell and he sighed, murmuring into the receiver that it didn’t matter how long it took or how many obstacles the two of you would have to get through.

His heart still longed for you just as strongly as the first day he saw you.

With his quiet yet passionate reassurance, you were able to attend to all that you needed to, keeping in contact with him throughout the week. You were ashamed to admit it, but with how easy he was to talk to, you found yourself falling hard.

Then, the day finally came where life allowed you this one happiness.

According to you, the first date went well. Sure, Shinsou was a bit shy and awkward, fumbling over his words but you found it extremely cute. 

He wasn’t nearly as intimidating as his figure portrayed. Underneath all that brawn, the black panther was sweet and he was kind. 

It took some time for him to actually warm up to you, but you were there waiting for him patiently. You never pushed him, never asked him to reveal secrets he didn’t want to talk about or divulge information about his personal life unless he himself wished to talk about it. 

But when he finally did open up, close to a year later after that initial meeting at Midoriya’s birthday party, he found that he couldn’t stop running his mouth when you trained your keen gaze on him so intently, hanging onto his every word.

Shinsou told you everything.

He told you about his lonely past, about the man called Eraserhead but how he knew him as Aizawa, how he preferred coffee over tea because while neither of them actually had any taste, one of them did a much better job of keeping him awake at night when he had to work. 

You giggled and told him you took note of that, leaning forward to plop your chin in the palm of your hand as you regarded him mischievously. 

“Does that mean the great and famous Toshi doesn’t like water?” You teased lightly, stirring your hot chocolate while the snowflakes fell outside, melting the instant they hit the window.

The pillowy softness looked deceptively soft and cozy but you knew after many experiences of jumping into piles of snow that that was definitely not the case.

Shinsou scowled at the lilt in your voice but the edges of his mouth twitched, desperately trying to hold back a fond smile at the sound of your nickname for him.

You gave him that nickname after you learned his given name. He had shared it with you months after you two started dating regularly. You had pestered him for it for a while after the first coffee date but after he asked you to stop, that he would tell you when he was ready, you stopped immediately.

Boundaries had to be respected. 

One of your old girlfriends made fun of you for it, claiming that it didn’t make sense so you shouldn’t feel the need to respect it.

You dropped her right after. 

Understanding didn’t matter. If it was close to him, then it mattered to you. And that went for everyone. 

Shinsou tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants and leaned back in the booth, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. The only other person he let call him Toshi was Aizawa and that was on the rare occasion that his mentor praised him for a job well done.

“You have some nerve, doll.” Shinsou teased right back, the barest amount of amusement twinkling in his eyes and he cleared his throat. “But no, I actually do like water.”

In spite of the common misconception that all cats hated water, he got that a lot once people saw his ears and tail, fangs poking out between his lips. But if anything, he had no issues with it. Let them say and think whatever they wanted, it didn’t matter to him.

You however… he couldn’t have you thinking things that weren’t true.

Shinsou made a face. “I just am not fond of baths.”

You slapped your knee and cackled at that, laughing so loud that you drew the attention of some of the other patrons in the vicinity but you couldn’t even catch your breath long enough to apologize for ruining their calm coffee cafe experience. 

The two of you dated for quite a long time before Shinsou popped the question.

For you, it had taken you by a complete and utter surprise. You had expected him to ask you to move in with him first or something since his place was big enough, not this. No one had ever committed to a relationship with you long enough and serious enough to make you think that marriage was part of the equation.

But while you were startled, you still agreed, tears caught in your lashes. You may have been shocked but you were so elated.

Shinsou, keen as ever, wiped away your tears and coaxed your face up, finger hooked underneath your chin as he examined you closely.

Indigo hues softened in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” You reassured him with a sniffle and bright smile. “I just— Sometimes I forget how good of a person you really are, Toshi.”

He was taken aback at that. His whole life he had been told the opposite. And yet here he was, with the love of his life telling him otherwise.

His heart was going to explode.

It hadn’t been the first time you said it but he hoped that it wouldn’t be the last. 

And when the news that you two were now engaged finally hit you, you took some time to soak in the scenery.

The place he picked was absolutely perfect.

An alcove secluded and filled with fragrant flowers, vines trailing up the expanse of the old stone ruins. Soothing streams cut paths through the quiet garden, a serene and tranquil place hidden amongst the bustling town of Musutafu. There was no one else around. Just you two.

It was perfect. It was perfectly Toshi. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, leaning your head and resting it on his shoulder. 

He booped your nose softly, smiling slightly when you scrunched it up cutely and his tail curled around your waist protectively, holding you close. 

“I love you.” Shinsou murmured, closing his eyes as he breathed you in.

There was no hesitation in your soft reply. “I love you too.”

But your relationship with Shinsou wasn’t all sunshine and roses. There was a time where you thought you might lose him.

That he might die.

It was bad. Kaminari had called you right after it happened but because you had been working at the time and your dick of a boss didn’t let you have your phone, you didn’t see any of those messages until after you got off your shift. 

But when you finally did look at it, your heart stopped.

What happened next was a blur. Your phone slipped through your fingers, uncaring how the screen cracked and went black the instant it hit the pavement and you tore off in the address now ingrained in your memory despite only looking at it once.

Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay, You chanted in your head, tears streaming down your face and the city lights faded into the background as you zipped down the familiar path to the hospital you swore you would never step foot in again. Toshi, I can’t lose you too.

The front desk receptionist didn’t even stop you as you barreled through the front doors with panicked eyes, chest heaving. She simply waved you on. You knew where to go. 

When you finally got to his room, your heart stopped.

Kaminari wasn’t kidding. It was bad. 

No one else was in the white room with white walls that contained your beloved lying deathly still on the single cot in the center of the room. 

The hospital room was vacant. Empty. No color.

You hated it. 

But you suppressed those feelings of unease that made you sick to your stomach and stepped a foot inside, racing to Shinsou before you could talk yourself out of it.

“I’m here.” You cried out, reaching for his hand. A choked sob left you when his fingers weakly curled around yours. “I’m here, Hitoshi.”

The doctors came and went but you stayed by his side, not even batting an eye when Kaminari, Jirou and Sero came to visit.

There were heavy bags under your eyes from lack of sleep due to the past few days. “When will he wake up?”

Kaminari hesitated, glancing at Jirou, hoping to find her usual reassurance but a foreign worry wrought her features.

“I… don’t know.” He said finally, placing a hand on your shoulder, sighing when you didn’t even look up at him and smiled like you normally did. “He’s under a pretty heavy anesthesia—”

“He’s going to wake up.” You stated firmly, brow kitting stubbornly and you squeezed his hand tighter.

But when it was clear he wasn’t going to squeeze back, your grip loosened and your hands fell back in your lap.

“He’s going to wake up.” You repeated, voice shaking this time around with insecurity as you faced the possible reality that he might not.

That you had just grown close to someone else who was going to leave you.

According to the report that Jirou had tried to tell you about, Shinsou had gotten attacked by someone he had helped the police put away a long time ago. 

A retaliation hit. 

Stabbed in the shoulder with a gunshot wound through his femoral artery, there wasn’t a lot of hope for him. He lost a lot of blood.

But you were certain he would fight. He could make it through this. He promised you that he would never leave you. 

Resolve strengthening, you wiped away your tears harshly with the back of your hand before covering his motionless hand with yours once more. As long as you were here, you would provide him all the support he needed to get through this.

“Toshi…” You sobbed as the other three took their leave after failing to convince you to go home and get some rest. They would get some food and bring it up to you, sure you hadn’t eaten in days. You didn’t want to be the one to tell them that they were right.

Shinsou never liked it when you skipped meals. What would he say if he saw you now?

You pressed a wet kiss to the back of his hand, tears blurring your vision. 

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You promised, eyelashes fluttering close as you failed against the anguish.

“Please, don’t leave me alone.”

Days turned into weeks and your hope was dwindling with each passing hour. 

You had lost your job at the diner that you worked at because you refused to leave his side. You were lucky to have Kaminari reassure you that money wouldn’t be a problem and you were eternally grateful that he knew just how important it was that you didn’t leave Shinsou’s bedside.

Jirou and Sero rotated shifts to keep watch over their friend, coordinating with Tsukauchi, All Might and Eraserhead to provide top security but you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to their activities.

All you did, from sunrise to midnight was stare at Shinsou’s peacefully sleeping face in hopes that he would blink open those tired eyes and gaze at you once more. 

Please, You begged for what seemed like the millionth time to someone, anyone who was listening. Please help him.

Let him be okay.

When a month and a half had passed, you were at your wit’s end. There had been no change since day one. The doctors said that all his injuries had healed, thanks to Recovery Girl, but that it was likely he would never come out of the coma.

You had no more tears to cry. Your figure was gaunt, facial features sunken in like you had seen a ghost and lost your mind. No one could convince you to eat or sleep. 

If Shinsou died, there was a good chance you would too.

Life was empty without him in it.

You couldn’t take this anymore. The waiting, the not knowing. You hated it.

You begged him even though you knew he couldn’t hear you, angry at him, angry at the guy who put him here, angry at the world for being so unfair that you lost it. Yelling at him, you fought back frustrated tears as you poured your heart out to him.

But then you stopped. He didn’t know.

Sinking back into the uncomfortable plastic chair that your body had molded to, you closed your eyes in defeat.

That’s right. You never told him.

Eyes growing sad and regretful, you debated for a second before you decided that if you were feeling this way, you might as well tell him why.

Holding his hand that teetered on the edge of chilly due to the slowed down circulation, you took a deep breath. 

“You always wanted to know, ever since we first met.” You started softly, playing idly with his fingers to distract yourself from the horror of this story. “I knew you saw right through me then, should’ve taken the warning and run.”

You smiled faintly. He never would’ve let you. 

“I…” You trailed off, losing your courage. Breathing shakily, you tried to gather yourself. You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy feat but somehow, this was the hardest part of it all. 

Where you had to admit what you felt with no hidden truths.

Clearing your throat, you started over. 

“I never told you about Ryuu.” You confessed, blinking up at the stained tiles of the ceiling in an attempt to hold back the tears that welled up in your eyes. “He was my little brother, passed away when I was 15.”

You exhaled shakily. “He was only six.”

Your dad had gotten mugged and was beaten to death on the outskirts of the city before you were born. Your mom raised you as best as a single mother her age could but it was hard. 

She had no job, no family, no one to help her. Your childhood consisted of you bouncing around the streets to make a penny, then crashing in whatever crumbling, rundown building you could find for the night. 

Any run-ins with the law weren’t good.

You knew that they would take you away from your mom if they knew, put you in the foster care system. You couldn’t let them do that, who would take care of her?

She didn’t tell you that she was pregnant. You found out when she started showing.

You didn’t say anything about it for the nine months she carried that baby, supporting her with all you could. Life was okay. You got a job running errands for the kind man who owned a grocery store at the corner of the street. 

You had enough money to put some food on the table.

When she birthed the baby, you were there the entire time. You were there when he had his first cry, when the nurse cut the umbilical cord, and when your mother passed away on the hospital bed, too weak from labor to carry on.

You didn’t mourn. No matter how hard you tried or how much you wanted to, no tears came out.

Instead, you held Ryuu in your arms, kissing him on his little forehead as you vowed to protect him.

He was life. He was precious.

But you couldn’t protect him from himself.

Ryuu was born with a flawed heart. The doctors predicted that he wouldn’t live more than a year.

But your little brother pushed through. By the time he turned four, he was already showing signs of great progress and healing. You were hopeful that he could grow up like a normal kid and experience life to the fullest.

You hoped for too much.

Visits to the hospital became more frequent when he started coughing up blood. Violent seizures overtook him and one day, it claimed his life.

And you didn’t cry.

Onlookers speculated that you had no heart if you couldn’t even grieve for this poor boy, but no, that wasn’t it. That wasn’t it at all.

You thought you were over this already, that you had gotten over your fear of hospitals and all the despair that came with it, but no. 

Seeing Shinsou laying there, deathly pale, had your heart beating right out of your chest, and not in a good way.

“When you wake up, I’m going to kill you.” You swore through the hot tears stinging your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. 

Slouching heavily back down in that same uncomfortable plastic chair that dug into your back and made your butt incredibly sore, you clasped Shinsou’s hand tightly.

“You’re such an idiot.” You sobbed, fingers shaking as you let up the pressure, grazing over the back of his hand as though you were afraid he might disappear on you if you pressed too hard.

Vision blurry, a sob welled up in your chest and your body trembled uncontrollably as you let it all out. The build up of all the emotions you had been suppressing since you were younger released onto him and you cried and cried until you couldn’t anymore.

But your eyes flew open as something soft and fuzzy ruffled your hair. 

Shooting upright, fresh tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and your hands clapped over your mouth in shock. 

A broken cry escaped you. “Toshi…” 

Shinsou’s indigo eyes opened just a crack but they were trained on you and the faintest of smiles graced his lips.

“Hey, doll.” He breathed tiredly.

His mouth barely moved but you heard him.

With an astonished and disbelieving cry of relief, you flung your arms around his neck.

Despite his body just waking up and getting accustomed to its surroundings, he didn’t hesitate to catch you, tucking your head under his chin and he buried his nose into your hair and inhaled deeply. Damn, he missed you.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Shinsou apologized, wincing a bit as he tried to prop himself up. You were quick to realize what he wanted and helped him, fluffing the pillows behind him as best as you could even though it was hard to reach around his much bigger frame. “How long—”

“Too long.”

Shinsou’s eyes softened and he gently brushed away the teardrops escaping with the pad of his thumb as he cupped your face tenderly. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, eyes closing briefly as he rested his forehead against yours.

You glowered at him even though your heart was already surging towards him with open arms. “You better be.”

The sound of his throaty chuckle was a welcome one and you melted into his embrace, sighing at the deep purr that rumbled from his chest. 

“Princess…” Shinsou murmured, Kaminari’s outburst and Jirou’s relieved expression as they burst into the room going unnoticed as he focused only on you. “Forgive me?”

Vaguely, you registered Sero bolting out the door to fetch the doctor but you blinked up at him and pouted, playing with the collar of his hospital robe.

“It wasn’t your fault.” You mumbled under your breath. 

Shinsou’s eyebrows drew together. “I heard about your brother, I think. I’m sorry I didn’t—”

“You don’t need to ask for forgiveness.” You whispered, grip tightening on him when the doctor entered the room and asked you to leave so he could examine him. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

Shinsou begged for just one more minute with you, one more minute to hold you in his arms but the doctor was insistent. Reluctantly, with great difficulty, he let you go, the man taking your place in a second.

You swallowed harshly as you stepped away from him, Jirou patting your shoulder comfortingly and you turned to her as Kaminari peppered the exhausted panther with endless questions.

“Toshi?”

Shinsou turned his head at your soft voice and motioned for you to complete your thought. He knew that look on your face.

You broke away from Jirou, leaving her with Sero as you approached him once more. Slowly, with intent, you strode towards him, watery eyes diminishing as your resolve strengthened.

Taking his hand in yours, something flashed through your eyes. “I’m gonna make them pay.”

In spite of his vision growing foggy as the anesthetic kicked in, a small smirk played upon the edge of his mouth and his gaze flickered over your shoulder to lock purposefully with Kaminari’s. A silent request to keep you safe while he was out.

Shinsou sighed, settling into the thin mattress as comfortably as he could when you pressed a loving kiss to his forehead.

He smiled, eyes fluttering shut as the last thing he heard was your hushed declaration of how much you loved him. 

“Go get ‘em, doll.” 

Seven quirk-cancelling handcuffs, demolished turkey stuffing and a plate of thrown pudding later, you left the individuals responsible for attacking your Toshi in the police’s capable hands. 

It had taken you forever to heal from the trauma of that day that landed your life partner in the hospital in such a dangerous predicament, but taking one slow step at a time, you managed to get back up on your feet and move forward.

Now, years later, the shining daylight turned into the ambiance of night, and that was when the real party started.

Purple lowlights glowed softly in contrast against the glittery sparkles of the disco ball hanging above the dancefloor. 

Jirou spun tunes at the DJ booth, Sero jamming with Kirishima unabashedly to the loud EDM in the crowd, Bakugou violently fighting against his best friend when Kirishima begged for him to come join. 

You poured drinks from behind the counter with an impassive Todoroki, bopping to the music that pumped through the air and reverberated through your bones. Your coworker continued to serve customers, strolling out into the dining area as someone waved him over. Uraraka and Aoyama, you think.

Kaminari had given you a position at his nightclub, asking if you wanted to put your bartending skills to good use since his last guy quit once he got a better gig. You accepted immediately.

You bustled around the back of the counter of the bar, glass shelves stocked with liquor high behind you. Polishing glasses, you handled several things at once as customers put in orders and talked to you all at once.

Tonight was a celebration and a bunch of your friends were here. 

Bakugou was now begrudgingly dancing with Kirishima on the dancefloor, the permanent scowl on his face growing once Todoroki leaned over and casually noted how much he resembled a put off skunk in that moment. Midoriya had to intervene and drag away a clueless Todoroki while Kirishima wrangled back a furious pomeranian. 

Kaminari hung out with Yaoyorozu by Jirou, Shoji and Ojiro drifting over to them as soon as they stepped in through the front door.

Excitement thrummed through your veins at all the familiar faces. With all your friends in one place, you were eager to see the one person you had been looking forward to catching up with all week.

He should be getting off of work soon…

A ring from the doorbell as it opened caught your attention.

“I’ll be right with you!!” You called as the figure who had just shuffled through the door of the bar sat down at the counter.

“No worries.” The man responded smoothly despite his tired tone. “Take your time.”

At the sound of the familiar voice, you casted a glimpse at him, spotting ruffled purple hair and indigo hues brimming with love fixated on you.

He waved you off with a lazy grin and you fought back a smile as you continued to make the requested cocktail for the customer you were currently serving.

You had both agreed to not act with familiarity at your workplace but that didn’t stop you from putting an extra bounce in your step as you flitted around from behind the counter with grace and practiced ease to help ease Todoroki’s workload.

Shinsou’s gaze followed you as you swapped places with the dual-haired man.

He had just got off of patrol with his old mentor, Eraserhead. Kaminari had given him the day off and let him spend time with the scruffy man. And of course Aizawa wanted to spend it doing work.

Taking off his signature mask to let it hang around his neck, Shinsou set down his keys on the polished obsidian tabletop, tapping his fingers idly while he waited for you to come back, his eyes flickering to the employees’ door that led to the back.

But he had no complaints while waiting.

One of his favorite pastimes was watching you work. The grace while you floated around the crowd of people coupled with the delicate precision you used to handle each glass while you poured liquor in different combinations, he could watch you for hours on end and never be bored.

Wiping your hands on your white apron dirtied with stains from this shift, you dashed back behind the counter to send out a few plates full of food that a table had ordered.

Shinsou rested his chin in the palm of his hand nonchalantly, his tail swishing lazily from side to side as you took care of things seamlessly, picking up the influx of business that came with the busy hour.

He briefly wondered why there were only you and Todoroki waiting on tables, scowling slightly when he thought that you had to deal with waitressing on top of bartending but you didn’t seem to mind. 

With an easy smile and light shining in your eyes, you dealt with all of it with grace. 

“Hello!!”

Shinsou glanced up, one of his rare smiles threatening to break out across his face at the sight that greeted him. You were leaning over the counter towards him, spinning a pen between your fingers smoothly as you whipped out a notepad.

“What can I get for you?” You asked politely but the mischievous glint in your eye gave it away.

Shinsou had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you come over. Easily enough, a smug smirk curved at the edge of his mouth and he recovered rather quickly as he chuckled.

“Just water is fine, thanks.” He said and you nodded, flashing him a quirky smile.

You got him his water within seconds and in the blink of an eye, you were back to serving others. Caught up in the craziness of the rush hour, you barely noticed a little someone toddling up to stand up behind you as the door burst open.

“Mama?”

The babysitter you hired for the night came rushing in behind him, hauling your son back frantically, wrought with worry from when he sped ahead of her. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, L/N-san, I just—”

You held up a hand to stop her, calming her down. “It’s okay, Gen. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong.”

In a single hurried breath, she relayed in a panicked manner that she had a family emergency to take care of. You reassured her that it was okay to go, ushering her out the door when she continued to spew out apologies for bailing like this. 

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and you were quite sure it wouldn’t be the last. The girl was nice and she got along great with your son but her parents struggled with their health and usually one of them or both of them landed in the hospital every week.

The stress. 

You shook your head. It was unfair to put such a young girl through something so strenuous but you didn’t have any say in it and you inserting yourself into their lives would be intrusive so you settled for supporting her whenever the opportunity presented itself. 

“Need a ride?” You asked, eyes sympathetic as you headed over to her, snatching your coat from the hook, already ready to help in any way that you could.

Gen waved her hands quickly, the smile that appeared gone as fast as it came. “That’s okay, but thank you, L/N-san!! Monoma is taking me to the hospital.”

Her knuckles turned white at how tightly she gripped the strap of her bag and your eyes softened understandingly as her boyfriend’s sports car pulled up just outside. 

“Go on.” You urged softly. “And be careful.”

“I will.”

And with that, she turned around, leaving behind a fidgeting little boy tugging on the bottom of your apron.

“Mama? Where’s she going?” Naoki pouted, cheeks puffing out. “I thought we were gonna play…”

You hid a smile, reaching behind you to pat him on the head as you expertly handled a tray of empty beers and put the glasses in the sink. As Todoroki took over for you, you bent down to ruffle his hair.

“What is it, little one?” You questioned softly and somehow your son managed to hear you above the noise and clamor of the partying going on. 

Normally, you would’ve done everything you could to keep him away from your workplace. Having your husband watch him in the back room was preferable until your shift was over. Naoki particularly enjoyed coloring. 

The last babysitter you hired before Gen ended up being careless and lost track of him, letting the small boy wander out of the house. He found you at your workplace easily enough since it was a few blocks away but you were in hysterics when he trotted in through the door with his favorite Eraserhead plushie as one of your regulars held open the door for him. 

Grandpa Shouta would never admit how much he loved the little guy but it didn’t matter. He and Hizashi constantly showered Naoki with gifts every weekend when they came over to take your family out on a shopping spree and obligatory trip to the cat café.

You didn’t have any relatives that lived close by or else you would’ve asked if they could babysit Naoki and Aizawa was out of the question since his job was just as dangerous and demanding as Shinsou’s. 

Your workplace wasn’t exactly the traditional nightclub, it was actually a very sophisticated bar with tight security and respectful customers. Rarely you got anyone new but the steady stream of regulars was more than enough to keep the place up and running. 

Nobody usually got violent when they had too much to drink but if they did, the bouncers Kendo and Tetsutetsu were both quick to throw them out of the establishment until they sobered up.

Naoki liked to cling to your legs when you were at home and since all your regulars knew of him from that little incident before, no one was surprised when the small boy tucked himself behind you shyly.

The disco music’s volume lowered a tad as Jirou realized that Naoki was with you, reducing it to a much more acceptable level for conversations to flow easier. 

Shinsou sipped his water. Gen was in and out as quickly as she came, and there was no need for him to do anything when you took care of it so fast. Besides, his son hadn’t even noticed him yet. 

Until now.

Beaming widely, Naoki faced his dad and hugged your leg. 

Shinsou fought back a fond smile, waving at him discreetly to avoid catching the attention of the others. He rolled his eyes though when his silent and goofy conversation was interrupted by a Kaminari and Sero obnoxiously hooting from the side.

You remained oblivious, cleaning up a pile of dishes to clear your workspace as Todoroki disappeared into the kitchen where Sato and Tokoyami were continuing to crank out plates of food for the night.

Tugging on your apron, Naoki’s wide eyes met yours as you knelt down to his level. He pointed to someone sitting on the opposite side as his dad.

“Mama, that man looks mean…” He whispered fearfully, cowering behind your legs as you straightened up to your full height. 

“Can I help you?” You asked with a pointed glance, tone hard as you addressed the one intimidating your son.

While any other person would’ve bristled at your icy tone, this burly man just snickered and leaned closer, making his intent clear.

Arching an eyebrow, you crossed your arms over your chest and pulled out your notepad. You hadn’t seen him around before, he must be a newcomer. 

You sighed after a beat of him just ogling you, tapping your pen to the edge of the mini spiral impatiently as you suppressed the urge to vomit at his behavior. “If you’re not going to order anything, please sit at one of the tables instead so that another customer can take your place at the bar.”

Naoki whimpered and scuttled to hide more as the man stood up. He towered over you and the little boy’s heart started to beat faster with fear.

“Oh, is that right, princess?”

You bristled at the nickname and bit the inside of your cheek to stop some very colorful words from escaping, throwing a hard side glance at your husband when he abruptly stood up with a snarl painted on his face.

Moving to stand in front of him, blocking the man’s view from Shinsou and also stopping your husband at the same time should he do anything reckless, you plastered your best customer service smile on your face.

“Please do not call me that.” You stated, making it clear that you weren’t actually asking. “If you cannot treat me with respect then you should leave.”

“Oh?” The man chuckled, the sound grating against your ears unpleasantly. “And what are you gonna do about it, sweet thing?”

Oh, that was it.

“I’m taken.” You responded dryly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I really don’t appreciate how you’re talking to me, and my husband wouldn’t either.”

He smiled a sinister smile, causing your skin to crawl. “I don’t see him.”

And Shinsou was done letting you take this disrespect.

“Hey.” He barked, standing up to take his place next to you. “If a lady tells you to back off, you listen.”

A snort came from the other and then condescending laughter followed. “Yeah right. All girls are ever good for is being a pretty little thing to show off on your arm, am I right?”

“You’re dead wrong, prick.” Shinsou hissed, indigo alight with unparalleled fury as he came up behind you, wrapping beefy arms around your waist and glaring at the guy who had the audacity to harass you like that. “You don’t talk to anybody like this, especially not my wife.”

The man should’ve taken the obvious warning and backed down but he didn’t. Instead, his interest transformed into judgement and you could visibly see the walls coming down and locking as his hatred overtook his entire being.

“Hybrid, huh?” He sneered in disgust at you. “No wonder you went after someone like her.”

Shinsou’s arms curled around you tighter protectively and he stiffened behind you, coiled like a cobra and ready to strike but you held him back again.

But before you could throw him out of Kaminari’s establishment yourself, someone beat you to it.

In two seconds flat, the man who had been snickering at you and high-fiving his buddies folded over, clutching his stomach as his expression contorted in pain.

Naoki planted his hands on his hips and nodded his head proudly as he kicked the man where it hurt. “No one talks to my Mama like that!!”

“Naoki!!” You cried out.

He had slipped away so quietly and so fast that you didn’t notice in time to stop it. 

Leaning over the counter, you spotted him blinking back at you innocently as Yaoyorozu hustled him away from the troublesome men he had just put in his place. 

Bakugou appeared, a menacing aura surrounding his broad frame as he loomed over the sniveling man now cowering beneath him.

“You’re fuckin’ lucky she asked you nicely, cause the rest of us ain’t gonna, bastard.” He snapped, explosions popping from his palms.

Twisting his arm behind his back, the fuming man marched out the front door with the captured one in his iron grip squealing like a pig, followed by Kaminari and Sero taking the others with Kirishima cracking his knuckles while flashing a smile over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him. They were going to teach him a little lesson.

Naoki raised his hands high above his head joyfully, a wide smile spread across his face. “Mama, Mama, did you see?! Did I do good?!”

Immediately, you and Shinsou rushed over to Naoki, pulling him in for a hug.

“Are you okay?!” You exclaimed, scanning over him for any injuries, making sure he isn’t hurt. “Naoki, you can’t just run off like that!! Or kick people!!”

He pouted, lowering his hands slightly. “But Papa taught me how!!”

Shinsou collapsed into a fit of laughter when he heard that and your head snapped towards him. 

Your eyes glittered with a hint of amusement, wry tone rolling off your tongue. “Did he now?”

Naoki nodded vigorously, his mop of purple hair flopping around on his head. “Yup!! He said that if someone’s mean, then they’re a bully and I can fight back!!”

At this point, you didn’t know whether you should applaud your son or scold your husband for teaching him such things. 

Yaoyorozu shook her head as you deftly tickled Naoki’s sides, making him laugh loudly. He looked so very proud of himself, rambling on and on about how he protected you against the big bad scary man, just like his daddy showed him.

Shinsou, who was leaning back against the counter casually as he observed the two of you, pushed off as his son tunneled into his legs.

“Papa, Papa, are you proud of me?” He pleaded to know, staring up at him with wide eyes just like a koala as he hugged his father’s shins.

Shinsou patted his head, brushing the wispy curls away from his eyes and chuckled. “Of course I am, squirt.”

“Toshi!!” You scolded good-naturedly, pushing up onto your feet. 

Despite the talk about how nonviolence is a better route you knew would have to come later, you simply picked up Naoki and rested him on your hip as Shinsou tapped your cheek and murmured into your ear that he was going to go check on things outside.

He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Will you be alright?”

You nodded reassuringly. “Of course. Go. But don’t beat him up too badly, love.”

Shinsou huffed out a curt laugh, the waggle of his eyebrows making you giggle, dissipating the tense atmosphere in an instant.

When he disappeared from the establishment, you took Naoki to the back room to get away from all the craziness and clamor that came with your son kicking the prick in the balls. Midoriya offered to help Todoroki with serving the food while you took care of your son.

“Here you go, little one.” You whispered as you gathered up the coloring books and crayons hidden away in the bigger desk, placing it on the smaller one Tokoyami built just for him. 

Naoki clapped his hands excitedly, making grabby hands for it, a happy noise emitting from him as soon as gave it to him. “Thank you, Mama!!”

While he busied himself with coloring in a tiger with blues and yellows, you kept him company. That was, until the door clicked open. 

You stood in a second, running over to him and flung your arms around his neck to hug him tight. Naoki remained engrossed in coloring in the Disney Princess on the page as you checked over the black panther.

“You okay?” You whispered shakily, a hint of fear slipping in as your collected façade cracked.

Shinsou rested his forehead against yours, breathing softly as he cupped your jaw. “Yes, I’m alright. Don’t worry, doll.”

The corners of your mouth twitched as you protested childishly, “... ‘m not worried.”

He exhales sharply, chuckling faintly at your characteristic stubbornness and hummed nonchalantly. “Whatever you say, princess.”

He lowered his voice, murmuring repeatedly that he was okay as your trembling fingers brushed over his bruised knuckles. They were a little busted up and bloody from a particularly hefty punch he delivered to the jerk’s jaw. He was going to feel that in the morning. 

Shinsou kept you in his embrace for as long as Naoki took to finish coloring his picture. By the time he did, you had calmed down enough to go back out and finish your shift.

Wiping sweaty palms on your uniform, you sniffled and raised your head up high. You could do this. You had come a long way from the little girl who became paralyzed at the mere sight of a drop of blood. 

He was a bit battered but he would heal. He was okay. 

As you bustled about behind the counter, fighting back a smile as Kaminari sashayed up to you and asked for your favorite so that he could give it back to you, you laughed out loud when Shinsou smacked him upside the head for doing such a thing. 

Naoki ran around, looking for more bullies to kick in the balls before Shoji caught onto what he was doing and diverted his attention to helping Jirou spin some tunes, with some earplugs in, of course, so that his hearing wasn’t damaged.

Shinsou’s cheeks colored as you stretched up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Thank you for defending my honor.” You whispered somewhat teasingly. “It’s nice to know that my boys have my back.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and an arm looped around your middle, drawing you close to his side as the night rush slowed down and you were finally given a chance to breathe. Tail wrapping around your hip, the cool metal of his ring kissed your skin as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

Ignoring the banter of an indignant Naoki and a pouty Kaminari, Shinsou nudged his nose against your temple and sighed softly.

“Forever and always, doll.”

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[restapesta]

them playing truth or dare

Tami had been the one to suggest it.

Ian found it weird that everybody just went along, minds still sane and all, eager to comply and play as if they weren't all full-blown adults with marriages and children; but a few beers in—sans Lip who was sporting a Diet Coke—maybe it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise; the kids were otherwise occupied, Liam was at a sleepover, the Gallagher house was free for them, and them only.

Maybe Ian shouldn't have balked at his husband who had enthusiastically said yes! to playing truth or dare, as if they were all a bunch of teenage girls, begging for their crushes to be revealed. Ian watched Mickey from the corner of his eye as he took a shot of vodka that had been haphazardly lying on the table for communal use—great, Ian would be getting drunk Mick tonight. They'd probably have to crash at the house. Even Ian had a beer to drink and he got hammered pretty fucking quick.

"Okay," Tami said loudly, shushing the small crowd of people who were sitting all around the living room, speaking in a frenzy, voices mushing in together so it wasn't even conversation, just fucking loud and incoherent. Her hair was clinging wildly to her sweaty forehead, strands flying around as if electrocuted, and Ian realized this was the first time after her second pregnancy she was able to really get drunk. He applauded her for it, hoping she was having a great fucking time. Over a year of abstinence and he'd go fucking crazy, probably.

Ian couldn't help but guiltily look at his brother from the corner of his eye as if he'd been able to read his thoughts. He only looked away once Mickey elbowed him, whispering lowly how Ian should probably slow down with the drinks. Wouldn't want you to faint in ten fucking minutes and need me to drag you back home, said the man that was drunk off his ass.

Even inebriated he worried.

"Hey!" Tami shouted until all eyes went to her and the voices drowned out, dissipating into murmurs, one of them being Ian telling his husband that, it was so cute you're worrying about me, earning himself a middle finger in the face. She continued, seemingly pleased with herself for shutting a bunch of Gallaghers up, a feat not easily accomplished (what she didn't know was that everybody was still talking, just discreetly enough for her to not hear).

"Since I was the one who came up with the idea," She said proudly as if playing truth or dare was the smartest, coolest idea ever. "I think I should have the honors of starting."

Lip snorted beside her, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're drunk but okay." His head was shaved off completely, prompted by lice Fred had brought back home from day-care.

They were both sitting on two cushions on the floor, leaving Debbie on the sofa near the door, and Carl on the couch next to Ian and Mickey. His Coke can was so close to his leg, just begging to be spilled. Ian fought the urge to tell him to just move it to the side, but well, everybody else was practically drunk, so it didn't seem too fair. He was forced to endure a bunch of assholes while sober; the least they could do was offer him more Cokes and leave him to ruin his stomach in peace while they all ruined their livers.

"Shush!" Tami swatted at him, a concentrated look on her face. "We're playing."

Lip raised his hands in surrender just as Ian turned to whisper into Mickey's ear, "This is gonna be a shit show."

It was Mickey's turn to shush Ian, swatting him gently on the arm, focus solely on Tami and her upcoming question. He looked genuinely interested in what Tami had to ask—maybe he was looking forward to some juicy questions. Ian thought she'd be the one to ask the blandest ones.

"We're playing," Mickey said once Ian leaned in again to tell him just that, and Ian just shook his head lightly, biting his lip to stop from smiling.

Tami moved her eyes from her boyfriend all the way to Debbie who was fucking around on her phone, typing away slowly. Ian knew she was paying attention, but he also knew that her new girlfriend and their "relationship problems" probably exceeded the game right now.

"You ready, Debbie?" She asked, eyes dropping in sympathy. "This first one's for you. You said you needed to get your mind off of things."

Debbie lifted her eyes from her phone, eyebrows going up, biting her lip. She shut the screen off and crossed her legs, nodding to herself. "Shoot."

"Okay, so—"

"—What’s the most embarrassing thing that turns you on?"

Lip groaned along with Ian at the question. It didn't matter if they all knew everything and anything about each other's sex lives—Debbie talked about hers in a way that not even Ian and Mickey do. So Ian just squirmed in his seat, grimacing and then shooting a glare towards his husband who snickered at his facial expression, and they all sat and waited for their sister to start talking about sex as if they were begging to hear about it. Ian was mentally preparing for having his ears bleed.

"Hmm," She said. "Probably thighs."

They collectively blew out grateful breaths that she didn't feel the need to explain her answer. Ian still squirmed, because, well—why the fuck did he need to have that in common with his little sister?

"Carl," Debbie said, fiddling with her phone again. She probably got a new message she would need to send a ten-paragraph rant over. "What's the worst thing about sex, in your opinion?"

Ian eyed Carl beside him as he shrugged. "Not getting any."

It was Mickey who reached over Ian to clap him on the shoulder, grin wide on his face. He really was drunk. "Good answer, kid."

Ian turned to look at him, face scrunching in confusion. They literally had sex before they came over. "What are you talking about? You haven't spent a day in the past, like, four years not get any."

Mickey shrugged, sipping on his beer. "There were times I wasn't gettin' any."

Ian rolled his eyes. He knew Mickey inside, out—that man always got some, whether it be with Ian or without. So he asked, "When?"

Mickey looked at him, eyes clearer than before, still drunk but sober enough to answer Ian's question earnestly.

He cleared his throat, then sucked on his teeth when he saw Ian really was looking for an answer.

When the fuck did Mickey ever do celibacy shit?

"Look, man," He said. "sex," He annunciated the word. "isn't really the same when it's not with the person you want it to be with. It's weird and mechanical, and knowing what sex you could be having instead of the robotic fucking makes you hate it." He looked over at Carl. "I get what you mean by not getting any because I hadn't seen Ian for two fucking years before prison, and most of that time I just thought I'd have miserable, loveless sex for the rest of my life, so," He shrugged, again, settling back into the cushions. "Not getting any isn't just not having sex. It's not having sex with the only person you want to have sex with because you'll never see them again for the rest of your life."

"So," Lip started, a teasing air around his words. "Pointless fucking equals not getting any, and lovemaking with Ian here equals you bitches are soulmates?"

Mickey snorted. "Yeah, fuck you."

He then, probably noting how Ian was staring at him, completely flabbergasted, met Ian's eyes.

There was a second of them just staring at one another, Mickey's eyes quickly going up and down Ian's form in the most loving/sexual way, before he averted them to Carl again. "Come on, man, who's next?"

Carl grinned wickedly. "Ian,"

"Yeah?" He finally forced himself to stop staring at Mickey who was now placing his hand soothingly over his thigh, silently saying, You know what I meant. I know you know what I meant.

Carl's question was quick.

"Do you believe you and Mickey are soulmates?"

Ian's right eyebrow went up—he'd been practicing after a heated discussion with Mickey at three am on a Wednesday about who had better eyebrows. He was a sore loser.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well," Carl said. "You've just broken up more number of times than I've had girlfriends—"

"We've always come back to each other," He interrupted, tone defensive; slightly frustrated. Mickey's hand squeezed, warm through the fabric of Ian's sweats.

"Yeah, but—"

"There's no question about it, Carl. If there's anybody in this world that's literally meant for me, it's Mickey. I've loved him since the very first day I met him, and I'll love him until the day I die." He meant it with every bone in his body and he just wished somebody would put it in question again, after all they had been through. Wasn't that proof fucking enough that if there's anybody in this world Ian loves more than Mickey, it's Mickey loving Ian back?

"That answer' your question?" He asked, chin jutting out.

His hands went up in surrender as he lowly whistled. "Got it, chief."

"Yeah, Ian," Tami said, eyes rolling animatedly. "We get it—you love each other most in the world, blah, blah, barf."

Mickey choked out a laugh. "Come on, Red," He said, looking again towards Ian, gaze soft. "Next question."

So they played on.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless us #fan fic #*ficlet #this was supposed to be longer but i decided to cut it off here because i felt like adding to it would make it drag #first thing i've written in a month #had no school today so i just spent seven fucking hours studying #pleaseeee recommend some good fucking fics in my inbox. i need some shit to read tonight. tyyyyyyy #ficlet #emina answers

[txciaz]

Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

———

The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

xxx

And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

•

“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

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hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #help idk what im doing

[djarrex]

Goth Gf Anon🤙

Alright, alright, alright. Since that Tech piece was fucking phenomenal a d you said you don't get any thots of your faves, I'll lend one of my Fives thots.

So, it's the end of the war, Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed for his plot against the Jedi and executed for treason. The Republic and Seperatists made peace treaties upon realizing they were played on both sides. The war is over, Fives is a war hero, a statue in front of the Jedi Temple in his honor. But he could care less when you're smiling at him, tears in your eyes with the proudest glow on your face.

The Clone production on Kamino is halted, leaving the troopers, cadets and infants in a limbo. The Senate passes a bill allowing the Clones unalienable rights, passing adoption bills allowing civilians to adopt baby clones as their own. The Jedi also demand each and every clone has their chips removed. Scientists are working on a serum to slow their aging process down back to normal.

Fives rejoiced in victory, finally happy that the war was over and his brothers were treated as humans. But you.

He was over the fucking moons that he could be with you, not a war, battles or campaigns to keep you apart.

He marries you within the week of the marriage bill being passed.

You move to Naboo, Anakin had left the Jedi Order and started a home with Padmé and his twins, they visit you often, dropping off Luke and Leia when they're off on Senate business or off doing young couple things.

Fives loves seeing you with the twins, there's just something so domestic about it. When he sees you take care of them, make them giggle, feed them. And when the Skywalkers come back and praise you for taking such good care of their babies... it stirs something primal in his gut.

You two are intimate one night-- like many after you married. He's crawling up on his peak, he's right there, his brain switches off, spit firing shit as his thrusts start to stutter like the words rolling from his tongue, thick as honey.

"Y-you-- you looked so good with those-- shit!-- those fuckin' kids!"

"Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!"

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart!"

And you're thinking: "What a pleasant turn of events."

Then you just start fucking feeding him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Fives! Anything you want! We'll fucking grow old together!"

You moan, "Put a fucking baby in me, cum deep."

And he can't hold it anymore, an inhuman sound ripped out of his chest and tearing through his throat as he slams into you one more time, his spend shooting deep. 11/10 best orgasm he's had.

Afterwards, you both talk it out. You've always thought about starting a family with him, thinking about how good of a father he would be considering the way he always looked out for his brothers. Fives explains himself a little more clearer after the fact, and you decide you'll go to the med center to get your contraceptive implant removed the next time it has to be replaced. You've decided you wanted to start a family with him.

Apologies if this was lackluster, I don't usually write smut lines lol.

Ciao ;)

!!!HOLY OMTHER OF GOD

I...I- don't even know how to respond to this. it’s late I KNOW but I’ve been trying to come up with a worthy reply. 

whyyyyy did I start fucking tearing up when going through each word in the first half WHY this is so beautiful and Fives deserves so much more and I love him. this is perfect, you are perfect. when he starts blurting out his desires "Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!" I- uh- yeah. that sent me. "What a pleasant turn of events" LMAO. ME. please write this as a fic. lackluster? mmmm no not even close. I love this

But seriously, how do I even add anymore to this already perfect droplet of heaven you so graciously placed in my inbox. tbh though, my gutter brain immediately wants to analyze how that night goes:

(18+ only!!! fluff, breeding kink, unprotected piv) 

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you were blissfully unaware of the way Fives gawked at you earlier today - how he watched you with so much love and adoration in his eyes as you giggled with Luke and cradled Leia to sleep

It didn’t feel appropriate, but he couldn’t help but get hard at the vision playing out in front of him - wholesome domesticity, soft giggles, and hushed coos filled his very own living room and he just needed to step away to take care of his painfully hard and aching erection      

Fives can't help it - up until recently he was sure on having a dark fate, one that either involved being killed on the front, or worse: never being able to truly make you his because of his sole duty to fight for the Republic just would not allow such a peaceful and perfect life - it would hurt you more than he would care to live through

He didn’t realize just how badly he wanted the twins to be his - living, breathing, beautiful humans that you and him had created out of love, and, well, good fucking sex

So Fives came back from the bathroom after tugging himself raw - trying to alleviate that wanting ache that’d been sitting heavy deep in his bones and showing its face in the form of starving arousal - and the Skywalker’s had returned from Coruscant to pick up their babies

Fives hadn’t turned the corner yet - the soft voices coming from the three of you, keeping quiet while the twins were finally asleep, stopped him in his tracks. He heard the way Padmé praised you and thanked you over and over for always watching the kids, and Anakin cooing in the sweetest voice Fives had ever heard his former General speak in right at his own sleeping babies.

Your own voice was extremely soft and kind, careful as to not wake the twins up in the hand-over. Fives’ heart - and cock - were aching.

That's what Fives is thinking of as he’s pounding you into the next system - watching with hungry eyes at how your pussy so beautifully swallows his cock, yet he can't help but be slightly distracted when all these thoughts about filling you full with his seed are stemming from how motherly and breathtaking you looked when interacting with the Skywalker twins - how you always look when you’re watching them

You’re both so close to finishing - Fives groans at the way your walls squeeze unforgivingly around him as you approach your climax - a sight that is most devine to him. He’s right there as well - the relentless clenching of your cunt sure as hell pushes him right there to where he’s about to-

“Y-you looked so good with the - mmph - the twins" he doesn’t even realize he’d just voiced his thoughts aloud - albeit, in the form of a growl - until he sees how your eyes widen after struggling to come down from your first high 

He’s no where near embarrassed - perhaps it was finally fucking time to let you know just how painfully hard you make him when you’re all motherly and in caretaker mode 

The way your features morph from being caught in surprise to desperation and hunger completely takes the filter off of him - and he begins voicing his plans for the two of you in the heat of the moment

“Wanna - aghh- fuck a b-aby into this sweet p-pussy” his teeth are clenched tightly together as he continuously hits that exquisite spot so deep within your heat and your head is positively spinning at his shameless confessions - fuck, you want him to make good on his word. 

“Fuck... you’re nearly ch-oking my cock, pretty thing,” he grits out between heavy pants. “You want me to, hm? Wanna let me - mmphh -  fill you so f-fucking deep that you swell with my child?”

Your body is on fucking fire - you’ve never heard Fives speak of this before, and boy oh boy it is 100% welcome right about now. Yes, yes you want that so, so bad but you never thought to bring it up before because everything was still new with how the galaxy has changed for the better... but right now - you’re going to fucking feed him so he can have the best orgasm he’s ever had

“Yes, love, please,” you’re whimpering those three words like a prayer over and over between loud, uncontrollable moans - completely taken by him and the way he looks so gorgeous in this determined and concentrative state. “Shit, fill me up with our child,” you punctuate your mewling request with the repetition of his name - you’re hitting your climax again but this one is about to utterly wreck you like never before. “Right now.”

Fives’ eyes clamp shut and the sweat on his brow is beginning to drop from his forehead to your bare chest with how he is hovered over you - your soft but commanding words has the most gargled and loud groan erupt from deep within his chest as he stills his hips

You can feel the way his cock pulsates so far inside of you - liquid warmth spitting from the head and no doubt seeping into your cervix

You’re both completely out of breath and totally fucked-out - you think that’s the most Fives has ever cum, and you’re just staring up at him with the sweetest smile you can muster in your exhausted state

“We can talk about it more later, but...” Fives rubs at his neck after hauling himself off of you - pulling you close to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. 

“No need,” you say softly - your hands wrapping around his forearms. “I’ll have them remove the implant on my next visit.”

Your words of promise has Fives uncontrollably getting hard again

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[cqlfeels]

Oh, oh! Can I ask for Jin Guangyao (and Jiang Cheng, if you feel like it?)

Are you A-Ling, anon?

JGY

one aspect about them i love: Does it have to be only one? Ugh, fine. I guess how much he sucks at being a villain? He is capable of being heartless when the situation calls for it, but he routinely fails to think the situation does call for it and that's veeeery interesting

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: I mean. Bad takes about JGY outnumber the stars in the sky. One thing I wish we talked more about is his complicated relationship with his family, which I feel often gets oversimplified. He does want to be a Jin, he'd never want to remain MY. At the same time, his mother drives his actions even more than his father. He's always walking a fine line between honoring his mother's memory and wanting to move up and away from his past.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: He does things like choose the provenance of the tea he serves at conferences to make political statements. It's very sophisticated and clever. His target audience is not smart enough to get any of the messages. He still agonizes over the choices. (LXC, of course, finds A-Yao's choice so delicately intelligent, but he's the one person JGY doesn't need to impress anyway, so it's still pointless.)

one character i love seeing them interact with: I mean, my whole blog says LXC and NMJ, but I have to say I also go feral over his interactions with NHS. (And babies. Audiodrama my beloved)

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: QS, of course. But also. I wish they'd thrown us a bone and let us see him with A-Song at least once??

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: MS used to love poetry, as much as she could get her hands on. She didn't necessarily have the background to understand very scholarly pieces, but she had an ear for the sounds and a heart for the meanings. To this day, JGY cannot read poetry without instinctively categorizing them into pieces his mother would or wouldn't like. He has a bound volume of all those who she loved best, and another of some he thinks she would've liked if she'd ever read them.

JC

one aspect about them i love: Congratulations, he loves people and it's incurable. This is much clearer in CQL than in MDZS but JC is deeply shaped by loyalty and attachments (LWJ foil, anyone? No?) and that for me makes him so much more relatable than he'd have been if he had other motivations that would fit in with his backstory, such as envy

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: He's not nearly as rude as people portray him as being. He's perfectly capable of noticing when he can or can't get away with being aggressive, and the moments when he can get away with it are fairly recent and far from universal. He's not nice like, say, LXC, but he's as polite as it's expected from someone in his position (which, again, depends on what his position in society is)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: From a very young age, he's adopted the coping mechanism of actively trying to commit to memory special moments even as they're happening. This is not a bad thing, until it suddenly very much is

one character i love seeing them interact with: JYL!! Actually I even thought of putting her down as "wish they'd interact more." Their relationship is supremely underrated!

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: JGY. I've been into knowing more about their co-parenting shenanigans since I can remember. I wouldn't say I necessarily ship them, though, which also limits my options 😔

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: I just love to imagine Sunshot era NMJ and JC. I feel like JC would have borderline a case of hero worship.

#ask game

[pascalslittlebrat]

Ravish You

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Word Count: 5687

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy relationship, fluff, mentions of alcohol, fingering, a dash of spanking, unprotected PIV, public sex, a little exchange of fluids. Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: When Pedro finds you stressing over a paper, he decides to help you take a step back and relax, only to reward you once you get your results back.

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A/N: Just another little one shot for me and @mothandpidgeon ‘s sugar daddy collection that honestly took a life of it’s own once I started writing it. Enjoy this fluff and the sweet filth that comes with it and thank you to @danniburgh​ for some filfth inspo xo

You groaned as you reread the paragraph you had just finished typing on your laptop, the words seemed to blur together the more you looked at them trying to think of how to finish it off.

You had been working on your final paper for your philosophy class all day. The class was meant to be a simple one but had proven to challenge you more than you expected. The professor adored you and all you had written so far, so you couldn’t deny the extra pressure you were putting on yourself because you wanted to make sure you didn’t disappoint her.

You tapped your fingers anxiously over the open philosophy book next to you on the desk, while the other ran through your hair in frustration. “Only I can pull that hair, princesa. So be gentle with it baby,” you heard Pedro tease behind you.

You jumped not expecting him, your hand coming up to your chest, trying to calm your beating heart, “Daddy! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Pedro chuckled leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, holding a cup of tea out to you, “Sorry baby, I knocked and you didn’t answer so I just let myself in. You sounded stressed earlier when I called and you haven’t answered any of my texts. I figured I would bring you some tea to calm that pretty head of yours.”

You take the cup from him, the cool minty scent hitting you. You take a sip and let out a soft hum and smile as the warmth of the tea floods your body. He seemed to always know just when to show up and take care of you.

You put the cup down and mutter a curse as you look over at your phone that you had silenced filled with multiple messages from him. “I’m sorry, I silenced it to focus and I guess I’ve just been so hung up on the paper I forgot to check it,” you apologize before bringing his face back down for another a kiss before giving him an appreciative smile, “Thank you for bringing me the tea, Pedro.”

You loved the way he took care of you, the way he could so easily read you even if you weren’t in front of, the way he knew exactly what to do when he knew you were too in your head. You looked up at him, staring into those beautiful warm eyes that helped you forget about the world most days. You felt your bottom lip start to quiver, his eyes furrowed in concern, and you looked away feeling the tears prickling at your eyes.

“What’s wrong princesa? Tell me what’s bothering you,” Pedro whispers softly, tilting your chin up to look at him, he had crouched down to be eye level with you. His concerned seemed to open the floodgates and you sniffled as tears blurred your vision.

You let out a little laugh as you wipe your eyes, trying to ease his worry, “I-I’m sorry, I think I’m just overwhelmed from the paper. I’ve been working on it all day.”

Pedro gently cupped your face in his both of his soft hands, he looked at you with such softness and care, like you were the most delicate and beautiful thing in the world that he didn’t want anyone to hurt. Your heart melted at the look, a few more stray tears making their way down your face. “Oh princesa, you don’t need to apologize,” Pedro cooed softly, “You are working so hard and I know the pressure you put on yourself to make everything you do perfect.”

The pads of his thumbs gently wiped the tears off your face and he gave you one of those million dollar smiles that always made your heart skip a beat, “Why don’t you take a break baby? Come rest your eyes from the computer screen a little bit, that way you’ll have a clear mind when you go back to it.”

Pedro presses a kiss to your forehead after you nod, you give him a soft smile as he stands back up and takes your hand. You let him lead you to the leather couch there in the office space you used to study. He sits down and you immediately straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and bury your head in between his neck and shoulder.

You take in his scent, letting it wash over you feeling your shoulders relax, you didn’t know what it was but sometimes just breathing him in seemed to take your stress away, the rich cologne he always had on mixed with the earthy undertones that were purely him. You closed your eyes as Pedro rubbed your back relaxing into his touch.

You loved him washing over your senses, the peacefulness it brought you. You wished you could bottle up his scent and carry it with you wherever you went. It made you feel safe from the world, like nothing could cause you any harm, and even though you’d never admit it to him, the scent made you feel like you were home. It made you feel like everything would be okay as long as you were surrounded by it.

A grin came across your face as you felt his nose burying itself at the top of your head, knowing he was taking you in as much as you were him. You turned to face his neck, a hand coming down to play with the collar of his button up ivory shirt, you trace your finger down it to the unbuttoned first two buttons. “You never learned how to button your shirts up properly,” you tease as you a press a kiss to his neck.

You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles, knowing he was grinning and shaking his head above you. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it was a problem before, if anything I remember you ruining quite a few of my shirts because of it,” he teased back.

You pull away from his neck and face him, raising an eyebrow at him, “Do we really want to go into ruined clothes? Should I remind you how many shirts, dresses, bras and panties you’ve ruined?”

“I can’t control how sexy you always look baby,” Pedro smirks as his hand moves down to grab your ass, “Just like right now.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swat his chest, “I’m in a t-shirt and yoga pants and I can just imagine the mess my hair is right now from running my hands through it so much the past eight hours, don’t lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you. I love it when you’re like this baby, relaxed, comfortable, completely yourself. I love having you dressed up next to me but you like this, really turns me on, princesa, always at your most beautiful,” Pedro murmurs his hands grabbing both sides of your hips and pulling you against him, letting you feel his erection pressing against you.

You let out a soft gasp, pressing your hand flat against his chest as the other one tightens around him. Your chest feels like it’s going to burst both from the compliment and the feeling of him against you. “Daddy…” you breathed out, you felt like every inch of your body was already begging you for him but you knew if you started this, you’d never finish your paper that was due before the end of the day. “I want you too…but I can’t..”

“I know princesa, I just wanted you to know the effect you have on me even when you think you’re at your worst,” Pedro said pressing his lips softly against yours, before giving you a cocky grin, “Plus, we both know I could relax you to the point that you won’t even be able to remember your name, let alone what you’re writing.”

“You so owe me after this,” you pout as the thought of him taking you right now makes you stomach twist in desire. “You just have to be so talented,” you mutter.

Pedro winks at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “Oh princesa, do well on this paper and I’m going to completely ravish you.”

You run your tongue over his thumb before sucking on it to tease him. He let out a groan and pulled your mouth away winking at him. “I’ll hold you to that daddy, I think you’ve inspired me to finish,” you say grinning as you kiss his cheek moving off his lap and moving back to your laptop. Your fingers immediately went to typing your mind feeling clearer and more refreshed. Even though you had just teased him and left him wanting to bend you over his lap, Pedro watched you smiling, his hand under his chin, as you fell back into your paper with ease, that’s his girl.

“Daddy?” you called out giddily as you walked into Pedro’s house.

“In the kitchen baby,” you hear Pedro call out and immediately run into the kitchen. You see him sitting at the counter as his maid, Martha, sets a plate of berries on the counter for him, she gives you a kind smile and you beam back at her waving and watch as she excuses herself to give you both privacy.

Pedro turns the stool he’s sitting to face you opening his mouth to greet you but stopping when you throw your arms around him hugging him tight. He puts his hand out to grab onto the counter to hold himself steady from you force.

“Oof, well hello to you too princesa,” Pedro chuckles smiling down at you wrapping his arms around you. You look up at him eyes shining, he could tell you were excited about something, he thought he could guess what, but he wanted to hear you tell him yourself.

“I made a 97 on my final essay!” you tell him practically squealing and bouncing in his arms. You couldn’t wait to tell him the moment you had gotten your paper back. “She told me it was one of the best papers she had received, and it was an honor to have me in her class. She told me she would happily write any letter of recommendation I might need.”

Pedro moves his hands to your face pressing his lips to yours, his smile now as wide as yours when he pulls back, “That’s brilliant baby! I knew you were going to do great. Even she knows what talented and intelligent women you are.”

“I couldn’t have done this without you, you helped me bring me back to earth and finish it,” you told him pressing your lips against his. The kiss was gentle and soft, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands running through the soft curls. His mouth tasted sweet from the berries he had been eating and you smiled as you pulled away looking up at him adoringly.

Pedro’s heart swelled as he looked down into your soft eyes, he was happy to see you so excited and yourself again after spending the last weeks stressed. His hands went to your hips, holding you close to him, “You do remember how I said I’d ravish you if you did well?”

You nod biting your lip as you start to play with collar of his shirt, “I do, am I going to get ravished now?”

Pedro chuckled as he starts to rub circles on your waist, “I would love to take you right now but we actually need to leave soon, I’m going to ravish you in more ways than one. How does a weekend trip to an island sound? My private jet is waiting to take us and I’m going to make sure to spoil every inch of you and your body while we’re there baby.”

“I-Isand?” you squeak, eyes widening more excitedly, your eyes welled with tears unable to believe he would plan this for you, even after the many luxurious trips he’s taken you. Each trip felt like the first time with him and you couldn’t help the awe and gratefulness you felt each time, “Oh, Pedro, you didn’t have to!”

“We always talked about staying in one those bungalows in Bora Bora, waking up to the ocean, having those glass floors where we can see the fish. You deserve this baby, you’ve worked so hard all semester. I have everything ready, I packed you a bag while you were on campus,” Pedro caresses your cheek softly, “Let’s do this yeah, princesa?”

You nod pushing back the tears you want to let out and hugging him close, you don’t know what you did to deserve this man but you were definitely going to continue to show him every day just how much you were.

You hum as you feel Pedro’s fingers trail up and down your bare legs. He had kept his word in ravishing you the moment you both had gotten to the island, immediately blessing each room in the bungalow. Something about the trip had you both all over each other unable to keep each other’s hands off the other. You could feel the shift in your relationship, like something had further fallen into place between you two, bringing you closer than before.

Even when Pedro wasn’t fucking you against any surface he could find, he would have his hand on your back, in your hand, on your shoulder, stomach, or on your leg like now. You felt your heart skip a beat each time, the feeling of him needing to be touching you even in the slightest way making you feel even more special to him. You were both laid out at the beach, that morning you both had gone snorkeling around the coral reef, both of you grinning like idiots when you came up chatting about the different fish you had seen, and decided to visit the local beach even though you had your own section by the bungalow.

Pedro had been admiring the little one piece he had gotten you to wear for the trip. He loved the way it hugged each of your curves and was cut out in all the right places, covering what it needed but also still showing enough skin for him to touch. You looked over at him as he continued to absentmindedly touch you, his other hand was holding up the book he was reading. He had on his favorite Tom Ford sunglasses you took in his bare broad shoulders, making your way down his chest to the slim yet soft stomach of his that you loved, you bit your lip as you took in the red swim trucks that looked delicious against his tan skin, you could see his small elephant tattoo peeking out from his inner thigh.

“Like what you see princesa?” you hear Pedro’s deep voice say. You feel your cheeks warm at being caught looking over to see him looking over at you a playful smile on his face.

“When do I not?” you ask pushing down your sunglasses and raising an eyebrow at him.

Pedro chuckled putting his book down, “Baby, there’s children around, you shouldn’t be eye fucking me like that.” You didn’t have to see his eyes to know they were crinkled in amusement.

“Says the guy who has been trying to get in my bathing suit since we got here,” you shot back slipping your sunglasses back on and giving him a smile back.

Pedro smirked as his hand that had been caressing your leg moved its way up the side of your waist toying with nylon of your swimsuit at one of the cutouts, “Oh I don’t have to try baby, you’ll be begging daddy to pull that off you.”

A shiver went down your spine and you shifted your body against the blanket, trying to ignore the warmth in your stomach at the thoughts of him taking you. “There’s children around for you to be saying things like that,” you retort giggling and closing your eyes willing your mind to focus on other things.

You took a deep breath listening to the waves crashing against the shoreline, the sounds of children laughing and screaming as they played in the water. The sun was starting to set, but you couldn’t deny still how relaxed you had felt sunbathing and just enjoying clear blue skies and ocean. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this little get away until you had gotten here.

“Why don’t we start making our way back to the bungalow? I have dinner plans for us,” Pedro says and you feel his hand move away from your waist, hearing shuffling beside you.

You look over seeing him close his book and starting to gather his things. “What time did you make reservations?” you ask him as you get up gathering your own things. You look over at him in shock when he answers you in the next hour. “Pedro! It’ll take us ten or fifteen minutes just to get back to the bungalow if we get a cab! If we can track one down fast enough, then we have to shower and get ready.”

“We’re not taking a cab baby, we’re just going to walk, it’s going to be fine,” Pedro answers nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Walk? Pedro, we definitely don’t have much time then, even if it’s not a nice restaurant we still have to change, or at least I do,” you mumble pouting at him as you see him put his button up shirt back on pulling the crotchet cover up over your head. You place your hands on his chest, “You look like a dream, even with these dorky desk lamps on your shirt.”

Pedro scoffs, “It’s Fendi baby and I didn’t have to see your eyes earlier to know you were eye fucking me in my dorky lamp shirt then too.” You shrug a smile on your lips, he definitely wasn’t wrong. There was something about the dumb shirt that still made you want to kiss down his chest, pull off his swim trunks, and ride him. You helped him button it up leaving the first three unbuttoned, just like you both liked. “You look beautiful just like this and we’re eating close by, you don’t have to worry.”

He reaches out taking your hand in his bringing it up to kiss the top of it. “If you say, I hope we have enough time for me to at least try and fix my hair. It’s going to take us thirty minutes just to get there walking,” you mutter as you both fall into step walking down the beach hand in hand.

“It gives us time to further enjoy the scenery, we can walk all the way down the beach until we get to the road to the bungalows. Plus, the sun is starting to set, we’ll get to see as everything starts to die down and as people leave,” Pedro says gesturing to the way others were starting to pack up there things.

You both walk in a peaceful silence. You couldn’t deny you were enjoying the walk like he said. You both would comment here and there about something you would see. Pedro moved his hand from yours to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, you smiled at being nearer to him. The sun was starting to set the beautiful yellow, orange, and purple colors making the ocean seem even more peaceful and calm than before. You stopped a few times when either of you wanted to share a soft kiss. He had your body tingling and you couldn’t wait to get dinner over with so you could enjoy each other.

Once you reached the road, Pedro smiled over at you, “Not so bad huh?”

“Not at all, but I think that took longer than we expected,” you say loving the way his eyes were shining in happiness. He definitely was having as much of a good time as you.

“I think we’ve given enough time for set up,” Pedro says nonchalantly as you make your way to the bungalow you were both staying at. He had chosen the one at the very end that had more beach space in front of it than the others and that had the most space difference between them all.

You took your sunglasses off, quirking an eyebrow, “What do you mean set up?”

Pedro grinned mischievously and shrugged as you both made your way further down the road. You both smiled and nodded as you passed some families or couples renting out the places around you. You were about to ask him again what he meant as you got closer to the bungalow’s pier when your eyes caught the glimpse of lights on the beach.

You paused as you both got closer seeing candles placed in vases leading a pathway down the beach before surround a gazebo that was set up. Your hand went up to your mouth, you felt the familiar prickle of tears in your eyes as you looked over at Pedro who was smiling brightly at you, “Come on princesa, we have a dinner to enjoy.”

You don’t trust you voice as you nod, letting him lead you off the road and onto the beach. The warm night breeze swirled around you both, blowing your hair behind you as you followed Pedro from behind. It seemed surreal, this handsome man leading you by your hand down a candle lit lane to have a beautiful sunset dinner. “Pedro,” you breathed out as you saw the large blanket laid out under the gazebo, fairy lights lit the inside, there was a platter of different fruits laid out on platters, small sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies, and a bucket of ice holding a wine bottle.”Y-you planned this?” you asked meeting his eyes.

Pedro smiled as he placed both hands on your cheek pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I told you I was going to ravish you all around.”

“This is beautiful, thank you,” you breathe out and lean up to press your lips against his.

“Anything to see that beautiful smile, baby,” he tells you as he leads you to sit.

He opens up the wine bottle pouring you each a glass as you serve yourselves food on small plates. You chuckle as you see him pile the different fruits on his. He might not eat the healthiest of things but nothing could come in between this man and his berries. Pedro pulled you between his legs, your back pressed against his chest, with your legs crossed and tucked underneath you.

You placed both of your plates beside you, eating with one hand as the other would reach above you to feed Pedro one of his fruits or to give him a bite of a sandwich. You felt like spoiling him after all the work he put in, the set up made you feel like a queen so he deserved to feel like a king.

When you finished eating you leaned back against him, sighing in content. “This has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me, I’m never going to forget this night, “ you admit quietly.

You feel Pedro’s lips start trailing down your neck and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your neck for him, his hand cups your breast through the crotchet material of your cover up, “I can think of a way to make it more memorable princesa.”

“Daddy, if anyone decides to come down the beach they might see us,” you whisper breathlessly. Your heart was starting to race, the warmth in your stomach returning and making its way down between your legs.

“Fuck them if they do, this our area,” Pedro murmurs as he sucks the sweet spot on your neck. You reach behind you running your hand through his curls pulling on them gently as you arch into his touch. “Do you want me to stop baby?”

You shake your head as you pull away to pull the cover up off. You toss it to the side before falling back against his chest and pulling his mouth down yours for a kiss. The kiss starts off soft and gentle before it becomes more desperate and hungry. You pull on his hair to pull his face closer to yours, eliciting a moan from him. His hand finds its way back to your breast, his thumb rubbing your pebbled nipple through the thin material.

You moan running your tongue over his bottom lip begging for entrance pressing yours against his as you both battle for dominance. You can taste the tartness of the wine, the sweet and sourness of the berries on his tongue as you suck on it. He groans pulling away and turning you around to straddle his lap. Your lips meet again and he pulls both of the straps of your swimsuit down, exposing your breasts. You let out a whimper as the cool air hits your warm skin, you felt your nipples harden and Pedro starts kissing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful,” Pedro mumbles as he kisses down your chest. You cry out when his mouth wraps around one of your nipples sucking on it as you grip his shoulders. His other hand kneads the other nipple in between his fingers.

Your eyes close in sweet pleasure as you feel his tongue swirl and the soft pull on the other nipple. Your hips buck against his, feeling the prominent tent in his swim trunks. Pedro switches his hand and mouth continuing his satisfying attack on your breasts. You continue to grind against his hard cock, needing more and more friction. He had lit your body on fire and you needed him to put out the flames.

The more he continued his attack, the graze of his teeth, the hard pull, the more soaked your swimsuit got. His name kept falling from your lips, you didn’t want him to stop, you could care less now if anyone decided to go on a late night walk, all you could think and focus on was Pedro and his mouth and his body and all the things you wanted him to do. “You’re fucking soaked baby, I can feel you soaking my trunks, you want me to fuck you so bad don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes, please daddy, I need you,” you whimper as he places both hands on you hips, stopping your movements. You pout looking at him pleadingly.

He smirks down at you, “Open,” he commands and you opens your mouth, holding back another moan as he spits in your mouth before bringing his fingers into your mouth coating them, “Can you be a good girl and suck?”

You nod as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, moving your mouth up and down them, you can taste the saltiness from the air and the sweetness of the chocolate covered strawberry on them. You use your tongue on his fingers imagining it was his cock instead.

Pedro’s eyes are dilated and staring down at you hungrily, “Such a good girl, look at you sucking my fingers like they were my cock.” You feel his free hand come down on your ass and you let out a moan at the sweet sting. He repeats the gesture, his hand coming down a little harder with each swat.

If you thought you were wet before you, you knew you were practically gushing now, squirming against his erection, loving how the pain of his hand on your ass felt. You lived for the sting and he knew it, knew the pleasure you found in the pain.

“I don’t even need to touch you to know you’re fucking soaked baby,” Pedro’s voice groaned his voice lower than usual, “You love me spanking you, such a pretty a little princesa.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth he trails his warm hand down the front of your pelvis. “Fuck just as expected.” You whimper as his thumb rubs your clit from outside the swimsuit, bucking up into his hands. “So wet baby.”

He pulls the material to the side before slipping two slick fingers into your warmth. Your cry out, your head falling between his neck and shoulder as he slowly moves them in and out. “Good girl, so wet for daddy, I can’t wait to be deep in your sweet cunt.”

You meet each thrust of his fingers with your own as he picks up his pace, you curse under your breath as he thumb starts rubbing your clit, “Oh daddy….I can’t- I’m so close, please, “ you plead out knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, you were too needy, to full of desire for him.

Pedro gives you another wicked grin as he curls his fingers into the bundles of nerves that he knows really drives you wild, “OH FUCK!” You’re panting against his neck, your grinding becoming more sloppy as he continues his assault of the sweet curl of his fingers and the rubbing of your clit.

“Come for me baby,” Pedro whispers into your ear nipping at it as you fall apart around him. He feels the way your squeeze around his fingers, it not stopping him from continuing the sweet mixture, wanting you to ride out your orgasm. You cry out, both hands gripping his arms tightly, as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

You look up at him, eyes hooded as you pull him into a deep kiss, your chest heaving still. You felt like you couldn’t breathe from the orgasm that he had just pulled out of you but you wanted more, you needed him and his fingers had not been enough to put out the flames, if anything they just had you more in need for him. Pedro slips his fingers out, pulling away and keeping his gaze on yours as he sucks his fingers, “Mmm sweet as always princesa.” He moves his fingers from his mouth to yours, you suck obediently getting the last of your arousal off his fingers.

You loved him making you taste yourself, you pull back with a pop, meeting his hungry gaze with your own. You start to unbutton his shirt pushing it down his shoulders. You move off his lap and lay down on the blanket as you watch him stand and pull down his swim trunks, releasing his thick length.

You bite your lip watching as he spits into his hand giving his cock a few pumps, your hands trails down your stomach rubbing your clit at the sight of him. You could not get enough of this man, even now after that orgasm or the many orgasms from the past few days, you felt like you couldn’t get enough. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Pedro asked, eyes dark with lust. He swatted your pussy, a groan escaping your lips as you moved your fingers away, “This is all mine baby.”

“All yours daddy, please take it,” you breath out watching as he kneels in front of you, your body arches off the blanket as you feel him run his cock along your wet slit before pushing himself inside. “Fuck, daddy!”

Pedro moans as he feels your warmth around his cock, the way your tightness clenches around him as he fills you up. He hooks a leg over his shoulder as he lets you adjust to him. Even if he wanted to be gentle, he couldn’t, not with how pretty you looked with your hair splayed out over the blanket or how ravishing the soft glow of the lights and the candles made you looked as you laid naked underneath them. He pulls out before slamming his cock back inside you causing you to call out his name in pleasure.

“Good girl, look at you taking my cock,” Pedro grits out as he slams into your pussy over and over again.

Your fingers dig into the blanket as your loud moans fill the air mixing in with sounds of the waves crashing. Pedro was relentless and the way he was gripping your hips, you knew you’d have probably have bruises in the morning and you loved it, you loved him leaving marks on your body for you to admire the next day. The sweetness and softness of earlier was gone, instead leaving the hard, passionate man in place that had you feeling like you were going to fall apart any second as he kept slamming into your cervix.

“P-Pedro..I’m going to-so close,” you breathe out, eyes clenching shut, Pedro brings your other leg around his shoulder, the new position hitting you in an even sweeter angle. Your nails dig into the blanket as your head falls back and the sweet release rips through your body. “Daddy!”

“Fuck baby I’m so close, going to fill your pretty cunt up,” Pedro curses out as your walls tighten around his cock and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, watching the way your eyes roll back as each wave of pleasure hits you. He leans down kissing you deeply as his thrust become more rushed as he reaches his own release filling you to the brim with is cum. His pace slows down and he moans out your name pressing his forehead against yours, beads of sweat on both of your bodies.

Pedro wraps his arms around you, rolling you over so you were laying on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast underneath you, matching your own racing heart. He holds you close to him, kissing your forehead as he hears you catching your breath. “How was that princesa?” he asks a proud smile coming across his face as he could see you trying to pull words together. He loved knowing how frazzled he left you after sex.

You take a deep breath, a lazy smile coming across your face from how relaxed and on cloud nine your body felt, “Definitely a night I’ll never forget.”

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[johnsamericano]

𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓁.𝓉

This is a continuation to ten’s fic I wrote for 23 days of NCT, which you can read here. There will be more chapters to this, so I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of sex.

summary: Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.

Threads of destiny m.list.

“Is everything alright, miss y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been locked in your room for about ten minutes now. Do you require my assistance?”

“Please, I'm having trouble with my corset.” You tried fastening it by yourself, but it turns out your arms weren't that long.

The maiden twisted the doorknob, walking in with her head down to avoid any sort of eye contact. Her cold hands slid along your back as she tied up the piece of clothing, triggering memories of what had just happened a few moments ago. Once again, you could feel that warm sensation installing at the bottom of your tummy.

“Mr. Seo looks very handsome, he's dressed in a white suit.” She said with a hint of mischief.

Ah yes, the white suit. A popular tradition amongst the town inhabitants. Whenever a gentleman intended to ask for a lady’s hand, he'd dress in all white to meet with the male in charge of her family.

You knew it was bound to happen, but not so soon, especially after your short encounter with the tailor.

“That’s...great.”

The special corset Ten had confectioned had to be discarded as neither of you knew how to adjust it. You never had the chance to look at the dress with it on, but it didn't look so bad with a traditional one.

“Let’s head out, Miss y/n.” The maid bowed, leading the way to the spiral staircase.

Johnny looked extremely handsome, his black hair perfectly slicked back as he spoke with your oldest brother, his best friend. But for some reason, the butterflies in your stomach didn't awaken at the sight of him like they usually did.

“There she comes.” Your mother stood up from the sofa she was sharing with your father, a bright smile plastered on her face. “You should leave for the ball already, it's getting late.” She encouraged.

Johnny and your father exchanged a firm handshake as if they were sealing a deal. Had he already asked for your hand?

“May I?” He extended his muscular arm your way, your fingers wrapping around it delicately, almost afraid you'd ruin the white fabric if you squeezed too hard. “Let’s get going.”

While riding on the carriage, Johnny was wearing his brightest smile, playing with something inside his pocket.

“You look adorable.”

Adorable. You didn't want to be adorable, you wanted to feel sensual, just like Ten had made you feel almost an hour ago.

‘Stop thinking about him.’

“Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself.” Johnny loved how cheeky you were, it was hard to find a woman like that in a small town like yours.

“I talked to your father.” He declared, unable to contain his excitement. But why couldn't you share his emotions?

“Really?” His hand rested on top of yours, warm as it squeezed your fingers, an improper action for an unmarried couple. Not as improper as letting another man touch your naked body, of course.

‘Stop thinking about him, y/n!’

Throughout the rest of your short trip, none of you brought up the topic again, but his hand remained on top of yours. The ride was calm, no sound but the birds chirping outside. A beautiful spring day.

“We’re here.”

If you’d known what awaited you inside the ballroom, you would've run in the opposite direction as fast as possible.

Not even half an hour into the event, Johnny dragged you along to the dance floor, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly while he gave small steps around the center of the room. Dancing was the only acceptable time where a man could touch a woman, and Johnny never missed the chance to use said privilege.

Normally, you enjoyed being pressed against his muscular chest, but not today. All your mind could think about was the tailor’s body, how well-formed it looked even though it wasn't nearly as big as Johnny's.

“Is everything alright?” Johnny inquired worriedly, his eyes looking for your lost ones. “Are you feeling sick?”

To be honest, you were. All those pairs of eyes staring at you with big smiles made the knot in your stomach tighten. The motive of the party was getting clearer with every person you saw leaning to whisper something to another with their eyes still glued on you.

“Everything’s alright.” You closed your eyes.

Just like your grandma used to say: out of sight, out of mind.

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

Nonetheless, Johnny decided it was best to take a seat, just to avoid any incidents. He sat down with a very pale version of you right at the center of the large table. Something was definitely going to happen.

“You made it!” With a dashing smile, Johnny stood up, walking towards a figure you knew all too well. “Look who’s here, y/n.”

Was this a divine punishment? Cause it sure felt like it.

“The dress turned out better than I expected. Nice to see you again, lady y/n.”

“H-how...?”

“We’ve been friends since we were kids, I recommended him to your mother.”

Ten remained as calm as ever, offering a comforting smile as his friend explained the nature of their relationship. But your mind was drifting to earlier that day when you let a simple tailor like him touch you. Stupid, stupid y/n.

“My lady?” He called for you with his high-pitched voice.

“Huh?”

“If you're not feeling well, I'll call the driver so we can get you home. Parties always come and go.” Your soon-to-be fiancee was about to stand up when you finally snapped out of it.

“I’m fine. You were saying your families had been friends for generations?”

“Oh, yes!” Your sickness was soon forgotten as he resumed the story. “He’s the first son of a foreign aristocrat family, though he gave up the family business to be a tailor. Quite a strange man as you can see.”

“A wealthy tailor, how odd.” It's all you had to say about the newly acquired knowledge.

An hour later, a group of maids came into the ballroom with treats of every flavor and cups of tea with the smallest flowers painted on them. Considering how nervous you were, having Ten just a seat away from you, you stuffed your mouth with every edible item on the long table. Johnny had taken notice of your strange behavior already, but he remained silent, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere the guests had created.

Right after the tea, the long table was quickly taken out of the room by trained butlers, leaving the dancing floor clear for any couple to dance on its elegant and shiny, cedar wood planks.

“May I have this dance?” The band had just installed themselves at a corner of the room, ready to start playing as soon as someone gave them a cue. Everyone seemed to be looking at you, expecting you to be the one to open the dance floor.

“You may.” Your elegant fingers wrapped around his hand, only squeezing lightly, a gesture proper of a lady like you.

As Johnny made his way to the center of the ballroom with your hand still in the warmth of his own, all eyes were fixed on you, the most popular couple in town. You were expected to be married by spring next year, though the idea didn't seem nearly as exciting anymore.

With a hand in the curve of your waist and the other one holding your fingers, he started spinning around, pacing his steps with the melody playing in the background. His chocolate orbs were staring into your soul with a tender smile, anxious for what would be coming after the ballad ended.

“Do you like me, y/n?” He didn't give you time to articulate an answer, the words coming rapidly out of his mouth as the beat started dying. “Because I sure do like you, and even if your feelings aren't as strong as mine, I'll make sure to even them throughout the coming years.” The room was silent, only the crack of his knee echoing through the fancy walls as he kneeled, pulling out of his jacket a small, wooden box with your initials and his written with gold. “Will, you, Lee y/n, do me the honor of being my wife?”

You were supposed to be looking at him, smiling at the good news. But your eyes were busy scanning the room, looking for him. Once your eyes met, he simply smiled, raising the glass of champagne he was holding as if making a toast.

He knew. He knew from the very beginning, and still, he decided to play innocent and steal your precious flower.

“Yes, my dearest Johnny. I'd be honored to spend the rest of my days with you.”

His lips gently pressed against the back of your hand, the sudden warmth of his plush, rosy pillows sending chills through your spine. You turned back to your now-fiancee right when Ten’s hand tightened around the glass, the tips of his fingers turning white from the pressure.

He envied his friend, for he’d never be able to have a lady such as you by his side. After all, despite his family’s wealth, he was nothing more than a simple tailor.

#nct smut #nct angst #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #wayv #wayv x reader #wayv scenarios #wayv angst #wayv fluff #wayv smut

[lyallblacklupin]

It’s not Black!

Wolfstar: Fluff/Domestic

Sirius has a big charity event to attend at his work, and is allowed to bring a date. He doesn’t have to think because he already have a certain someone sitting at his apartment, also known to be his fiancé. However, the fiancé is super self-conscious about his appearance for the upcoming event. Sirius buys him a suit he is not satisfied with, and it there is a very authentic reason to it. If authenticity includes the color of the suit, then yes.

“But I bought this for you!”

“But this is for you!”

“No its not!”

“I mean of course—but it’s not for me!”

“Moony!” Sirius glares at Remus, fuming like an angry puppy, “I bought this suit for my formally known fiancé so that he could wear this to this upcoming charity event where I am to bring him as my date. Is that clear now? Oh and for the record, my fiancé is you, i hope you know what.”

Remus throws his hands in the air as his  gesture of annoyance, and falls on the couch nearby with his hands now holding his face.

“I mean why is it so difficult for you to understand what I’m trying to say?” He mumbles, his hands still covering his precious face.

Sirius feels heat rise to his cheeks, feeling mortified at the other’s question.

“What!? I always understand what you try to say, but right now you’re not even trying a little bit!”

“Why do I have to try?” Remus groans, “It’s your job to decipher my vague comments.”

Sirius is getting impatient because of his lover’s rude and pointless arguments, and also he can’t see Remus’ facial expressions at least which is driving him crazy. He takes a deep breath, and stayed silent for moment. He was gradually trying to make sense. Why Remus doesn’t think this suit is for him? Because he doesn’t want to wear it. Why he doesn’t want to wear it? Because he doesn’t want to go to the event.

“Okay, you mean you don’t want to go to the event with me. It’s fine, but you can always tell me you know,” He is slightly hurt because Remus doesn’t have any good reason for him to not go, but he is concerned why he didn’t say it to his face, “I’ll try to get back early tonight—but don’t wait up, okay?”

Sirius is turning back to go into their closet to hang the suit in the cupboard. Maybe I can return it tomorrow to the store. But before is out of their room, Remus catches him by his wrist, and Sirius struggles to fight his hurt expressions.

“Look at those puppy eyes,” Remus grins, stroking the other’s cheeks with the pad of his thumb. He leans in and kisses Sirius’ left eyelid, and then right.

Sirius was now heating up because of the fluttering in his stomach, which never stopped even after their five years of relationship. Sirius proposed him few months ago, and it feels like they are in a newly committed relationship all over again. It’s more than amazing.

“Who knew that the excellent student at Hogwarts, the most cunning marauder, and the ingenious employee of the year who by the way is getting promoted in few weeks, can be this stupid to make out my vague speech so, so horribly?”

Sirius just looks at him because it’s soothing. Remus is so beautiful to stare at, especially those amber eyes. He can stare at them forever.

“Why would you think that I’m trying not to go at that party of yours? I mean I do undermine myself because you look way out of my league obviously, but going out where you let people know how much you adore me and find me special, makes so honored.”

Sirius doesn’t know what to say. Then what could be the logical explanation to this?

“Infact I’ve been feeling so conscious about myself ever since you’ve told me about this event—i don’t know what will look good on me.”

Now everything is making sense.

“You didn’t like the suit?” Sirius asks.

“Well—i did like it...” Remus is biting his lower lip, smiling sheepishly, “it’s just not for me...”

“Moony, you’re doing it again.”

“Yeah sorry! It’s just that—not a big concern but It’s black!”

Sirius blinks at him, confused.

“Say that again?”

“It’s Black!” Remus exclaims, absolutely anxious. Sirius was utterly perplexed. What the hell is Black? Me? Of course! But He knows I hate being called Black. That’s why I’m marrying you Mr Lupin!

“Me?” He tries.

“Ahhhh!!” Remus stomps his feet like a grumpy baby, “The suit! You dummy!”

“It’s not black!” Sirius retorts half heartedly because IT IS NOT BLACK!

“Yes! The suit. Is. Black! I can not be much clearer than that, Sirius! Otherwise, you love to argue with me and I’m not happy about it.”

“The suit. Is. NOT. Black! It’s Ebony!”

Thank Merlin! There is no retaliation because Remus Lupin is standing there in the middle of their bedroom, in his grey pyjamas, and tousled ash blonde hair, looking thoroughly dumbfounded. And not to mention, extremely cute!

“It’s not...” He says but trails off. Sirius has to keep himself from kissing him senseless.

“It is ebony, love. It looks black in these lightnings. Let me show you again.” He drops the suit hanger on their bed, and opens their curtains to let in some sunlight. And viola! Remus’ face is now relaxed as a certain inaudible ‘oh’ came out from his mouth. Sirius smiles at him.

“But let’s hear it what’s with your aversion to black color?” He asks him gently.

“It’s your color.” Remus says that under his breath but the other heard him already.

“Who say you can’t wear black?” Sirius has now slipped his hands into Remus’ waist, locking him in his embrace. Their faces were mere centimeters away from each other.

“You know how to pull it off, you know...”

“You think you can’t pull off black?” Sirius asks incredulously, and Remus doesn’t say anything, “Merlin, now that you brought that up, I’ve been dreaming about you since fourth year—That’s what like seven years ago—and in my ultimate fantasy I have always seen you wearing black!”

“You fantasied me wearing black?” Remus says as if he heard a joke.

“Yes! Because Black is sexy. I never bought you anything black because i never saw you wearing it ever! Like we’ve been living with each other for what? 11 years! And i thought you never like it. I honestly thought you had some aversion to it. But then turns out you have were in love with guy named Black who also wear black as his last name.

“You are sexy! Black is sexy! And oh—“ Sirius groans, “—oh you would look even sexier when you come in front of me wearing it. Oh Merlin, Lupin, let me get you a black suit.”

Remus looks scarlet. He was hiding his face again under his hands but this time Sirius could feel him grinning goofily. Sirius brings his hands up to wrap them around his wrists, and reveal his flustered face.

“Come on, show me your pretty face.”

“I’m not pretty.” Remus murmurs.

“Okay, you are not pretty. You are sexy. You are so beautiful, the most gorgeous, you—“ He finally pulls Remus’ hands away, and quickly grabs his face to pull him in a passionate kiss. He deepens the kiss and Remus feels so soft, and he feels like shrinking into Sirius’ body as his hands are swaddling him by his torso, his legs are coming up for Sirius to grab him up. And he did. Now Remus was completely wrapped around him. His head is buried into his shoulders. Sirius rocks him, kissing every part of his body he could reach his lips to.

“I love you.” Remus’ muffled voice comes from the shoulder which immediately melts Sirius’ heart.

“Oh, I love you too, my Moony. So that means you’re wearing black tonight? No ebony, no felony?”

Remus reappears from his arms to face him, smiling crookedly. His flushed cheeks illuminating his face.

“Whatever you choose, love.” He confirms.

“Oh, tonight is going to be the best night of my life!” Sirius spins them so hard that they fell on the bed, soaking in other’s warmth and laughter.

#wolfstar #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #Wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar domestic #SIRIUSxREMUS #remus x sirius #Sirius x Remus #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #muggle au #hp marauders #established wolfstar #established relationship #gay love #Harry Potter #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

Falcon and the Winter Soldier: Ep. 3 Takeaway

The opening. That “we care” commercial that went straight into John Walker just coming in and tearing a place up like it’s nothing. Can we be any clearer on where the gov’t actually stands?

The vast difference between Steve Rogers and John Walker. I wanted to straight up punch Walker in the face for how he goes about things. “Do you know who I am?” Like...you’re a fucking rip off store brand asshole, buddy. You represent exactly what the world hates about America. You do not deserve that shield or the title or the respect that comes with them. 

Zemo using Bucky’s trigger words “just to see” what would happen. 

So, Bucky’s plan to break Zemo out of jail was literally something straight out of comic!Bucky’s persona. Sam’s reaction to it was straight out of comic!Sam’s persona as well. Perfect. 

Sam and Bucky’s “NO!” @ Zemo. Omg. Your dads are fighting, Zemo. Shut it. 

Sam and Bucky’s relationship, while still needing a hell of a lot of communication, continues to amaze me. They’re so much like comic Sam and Bucky. The bickering but partnership that’s solidifying more and more. How they keep checking on each other. The trust and faith that they obviously have in each other even if they don’t want to admit it. 

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” “I’m a Baron, Sam.” Zemo being a stereotypical, old-money-rich European. 

But is that the same book Steve used??? 

“He’s out of line, but he’s right.” I loved the Marvin Gaye conversation.

Fucking kudos to Sam for keeping in character and drinking that...whatever it was. 

Okay but seeing Bucky act like the Winter Soldier was just...I got chills. It made my heart explode. My jaw drop. The fact that it’s super clear now that he’s been pulling punches this whole time. The WS music. The pain Bucky must’ve felt while “in character”. I just. No words. 

In the same vein as Bucky acting like the Winter Soldier, the people’s response to thinking the Winter Soldier is there and the intimidation and fear. Thank you for that.

Zemo offering “The Winter Soldier” and the code words to Selby. My fucking heart.

Sam’s phone call from Sarah. I feel like it was just at the right time to remind us that Sam still has so much going on in his life. It’s not just this. Not just kicking ass and trying to solve whatever the fuck is going on. He has a life outside of this. His family. The world and how it perceives him. His choices. Fucking hell, will someone just hug this man????

“I can’t run in these heels!” SAM!!!

My sweet bitter baby Sharon. I love her even more. “Wow, she’s kind of awful now.” lmao. Her emotions are so valid and she’s so fucking badass. Surviving after everything. Taking down all those bounty hunters? Please, let me be yours. 

Thank you for Anthony Mackie’s shirtless scene. Thank you. I’ll have a few more of those, please. 

Zemo...wtf are you doing? You’re so embarrassing. 

Nagel’s casual mention of Isiah as a “test subject” literally made my blood boil. This man was a national treasure. A hero. Someone who the gov’t used and then tossed into a cell and threw away the key. He was experimented on by his own government and Hydra. And he deserves his justice. He deserves recognition. He deserves so much more than the bullshit “an American test subject”. Isiah Bradley is a fucking human being who’s been destroyed and I really hope they explore that more and give him the honor that he deserves.

Nagel thinking he’s better than Erskine? Fuck that. 

Bucky helping Sam back to his feet. He didn’t just pull him back up, he helped him. Idk why I liked seeing that so much. 

Sam grabbing Bucky and pulling him into the container. Again, idk why i like things like that just...i love it.

“You’re not going to move your seat up, are you?” “...No.” ‘Nuff said. 

Still not sure how I feel about Karli. There’s...a sense of wants to do the right thing. Maybe even is right in some ways. But blowing up the building with people inside of it sort of pushes her into the right reasons, wrong ways territory. Time will tell, I suppose since we still don’t know exactly what’s going on.

Who the fuck is the Power Broker? 

Sam. Sam. SAM. God, he’s going through so much. His emotions about the shield and what it meant for him to not take it are still just simmering beneath the surface. I get Bucky’s feelings about it, and he’s not exactly wrong, but he’s really got to start listening and trying to understand where Sam’s coming from because he’s not wrong either. As Sam said in the last episode, it’s not something Bucky or Steve’ll ever really get it. I can’t wait for Sam to accept the shield and I can’t wait for Bucky to accept Sam’s reasons for not taking it in the first place. I really hope that they truly reach that place of understanding and bonding and partnership. And on top of that, his relationship with his sister and his nephews and his life back home. Seriously, can someone just give him a hug!! 

Ayo!!!!! OMG!!!!!! I was NOT expecting that!! What a way to end the episode! 

I have no idea how they’re going to wrap this all up in only three more episodes, but they’ve been doing a great job so far and I’m so excited for more! I need the episodes to be 3x longer!! 

#Sam Wilson #bucky barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #baron zemo #sharon carter #marvel #mcu #fws spoilers #my stuff

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

I wrote this the other idea. And then a thought happened.

Enjoy.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert

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“I’m going to take you out.”

You hum in response, pulling at the last part of the cardboard box. The tape snaps, a soft pfft echoing. You bought new curtains for the kitchen. It was premature given that the curtains would only really go once the backsplash was done and the cabinets repainted. Your delay for both of those was Calum. Though you had painted cabinets before while helping a friend move into their place, Calum insisted that the two of you be the ones that redid the kitchen. Not just you.

The project inevitably got delayed. Calum dragged his feet on nonessential things and with things slowly moving back to normal, he was busier than ever with the band. So you understood--that took priority over cosmetic changes to the house. And you know that you couldn’t nag him into doing anything. So you poked him in a different way, buying the kitchen curtains that would only sort of match with the rest of the kitchen. It wouldn’t bother him at first. It would take a couple of weeks before he sighed, pulled out his old t-shirts and the sandpaper and paint that you had already bought.

Calum hums in your ear. “What do you say? We dressed up fancy too.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a kiss on your neck.

“Fancy? And go where?”

“Oh, that’s for you to decide.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way his arms snake around your torso.

“When did you want to go? This evening?”

“No,” he says and then drags his lips up your skin. “Right now.”

You chuckle, though the end of it is interrupted by a sigh, the tingles running down your spine. “There’s nowhere fancy to go in the middle of the afternoon. And why fancy?”

“Because you have that outfit in the back of the closet and I think it’s time to break it out.”

You originally bought it for your anniversary with Calum two years ago. But the pandemic through a major wrench into the plan. That one passed and so did another and you weren’t sure when you’d be able to wear it ever. But couldn’t return it because you adored it too much.

His lips are hardly touching your skin, but you feel electric. “You know, we could just make this easy,” you return, pushing your hips back into his. “Besides, you said you were waiting on a call.”

His teeth nip at your skin and the heat of his breathe trails up to your ear. It doesn’t shock you when his tongue teases the shell of your ear, but it does make a warmth spread through your stomach. “I can take the call anywhere.”

“Then take it from the bedroom.”

Calum laughs before pulling away completely. “Oh, I absolutely could. But I want to take you out. Because I know this week I’ve been holed up with writing and you deserve more of my time. And we’re dressing up. And you’re going to think of the place right now.”

Without the pressure of his weight holding you to the counter and the warmth of his kisses, you can think a bit clearer. Somewhere fancy to go in the middle of the afternoon felt insane. You turn, using the completely deconstructed box as a shield. “You’re a dangerous man when you wanna be,” you tease.

He smiles, a bit of a blush taking over his cheeks as he leans into the counter next to you. He makes a show of holding his arms to his chest. “I can behave. When I wanna.”

“When you want is so important. But I don’t feel like I’m getting less time. I know this record’s taking some extra TLC.”

“And my darlin’ deserves some TLC too. So c’mon. It can be anywhere. We’re just getting fancy is all I’m asking.”

“The only thing I can think of is a museum? Contemporary Art?”

Gently taking one of your hands, Calum presses a chaste kiss to the back of it. “I’d be honored. I’ll hang these curtains and then get ready.”

“Thank you. I’ll take Duke out.”

He nods and watches you, eyes taking in the length of you. “And I know the curtains are you trying to get me moving faster about the rest of the kitchen.”

“The only thing about the kitchen I want to hear is if it’s on fire or if you’re planning a day to remodel it.”

Calum shakes his head with a hiccup of laughter coming from him. Of course, you would. Of course. He grabs the stepstool you keep between the fridge. It’s not long before he gets the curtains switched out--thankfully the ones you bought fit on the rod already installed. The scratch of Duke’s paws coming closer to the kitchen alert Calum that you’ve gotten back inside.

“What if we do the cabinets on Saturday?” he asks, hearing the fridge crack open. He shakes out some of the creases in the last curtain.

“I’ll be disturbing you bright and early then.”

“Sounds lovely,” he returns, stretching up just a little to get the first part of the curtain onto the rod. Just as he steps down, a cup settles onto the counter in front of him. Water by the looks of it in the glass and then your feet shuffle down the hardwood floors.

You and Calum manage to get finished at about the same time getting dressed. But it doesn’t get past you that a few buttons on his dress shirt are not all the way done as he moves to pass you to grab shoes from the closet. “Sir, I don’t know what you’re playing, but those few buttons are playing with fire,” you tease getting the last of your outfit into place.

“Look who’s talking,” he laughs but steps back over to you. “Hmm, everyone warned me about you.”

“Warned you about me?” This is the first time you’re earring of anyone having a problem with you.

He nods. “They told me I’d fall in love.” The rapid rate of your heart starts to slow.

“Well, did you?”

“Do you not see me dressed to the nines just to take you out? I am whipped.”

Cupping his jaw, you press several chaste kisses to his lips. “Good. I ordered our tickets--so we don’t have to wait in any line.”

“Ah, I knew I found a good one. Thank you.”

“Uh-huh. You’re welcome.”

With Calum’s shoes on, and the tickets saved on your phone, the two of you head out. The drive to the museum feels much too short--between you belting out the songs on the radio and the laughter--you’re not even thinking about the fact that you’re about to head to an art museum dressed like you’d go to an award show with Calum. You hadn’t been to many of those, opting at the beginning of your relationship to hang back from that world.

“Why do this?” you ask softly right as the songs change. The radio host advertises something, you’re not sure what, but you can hear their voice excited as they talk.

Calum takes a brief second to glance at you. “What do you mean? I thought I answered that.”

“No, no, you did. But I don’t know. I’m just shocked.”

It goes silent for a moment. You hear the soft squeal of the tires and you know Calum should’ve taken his car to the shop a month ago, but again, he dragged his feet on some things. But you don’t think to say anything, not now at least.

“You mentioned it,” Calum starts, turning his gaze away from the red light. “When we first started dating, you mentioned that you wanted to get dressed up one day and just go somewhere--it didn’t matter where. But you wanted to go on a date and get fancy and go to a random place in the middle of the afternoon like it was a movie. And I thought and I thought and I even asked the guys where to take you but none of them knew. And then I had this whole plan for our anniversary to get dressed up and go the park. But I got scared and changed it to dinner because I didn’t want to ruin your fantasy. We have lists of them and we make them up all the time. But this one mattered.”

“They all matter. That’s why we create them, that’s why we write them down.”

“But this one mattered to you. There are plenty that we do together. But this one mattered specifically to you and I knew I couldn’t just give up on it.”

Your mouth hangs open for a second and then the car lurches forward, you fall back into the cushion of the seat just a hair but then regain your balance. “You told me once that you missed when you and your sister would sneak these biscuits after dinner. And your mother always knew you two were doing it. So I bought some and put them on the highest shelf. Because that’s where your stash is and I never wanted you to run out so every couple of weeks I do a second trip to the grocery store to buy them. And I’m not sure when you realized I was buying them because at one point there were two and three packages on that shelf, which I knew meant you didn’t know I was buying them. But now there’s only ever the package that I buy.”

“I’ve known for months now, love. I didn’t say anything but honestly, I liked it. But I will admit I’m shocked you didn’t stop once you realized it.”

“I kept doing it because I wanted to give you a tiny piece of home. It’s crazy I know. But I try.”

“I am home. With you.”

“I know, but like your childhood. The things that no one really knows but you and what you’ve decided to share with me. I want to bring that to you.”

“Baby, I-I don’t need that. I appreciate it. I know you feeding me until I become round is your love language but I am more than satisfied to create new things with you.”

“Your trainer cancels out all my attempts. You, sir, will keep your toned abs and biceps for at least another twenty years.”

“Only twenty?”

You laugh, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek. “Once you marry me, baby, you’re getting happy weight and I won’t stop.” The sentiment is punctuated with a pat to his stomach. The only thing Calum can do is laugh.

“I look forward to it.”

“Oh, so you agree, you are going to marry me?”

Calum never thought he’d get here. Not pulling into the parking lot of a museum with the love of his life, dressed in clothes he only really reserved for the stage, a heartbeat away from admitting, “Yes. I am agreeing that I am going to marry you.”

The moment lingers for a beat, then two and Calum’s heart is racing because this isn’t how he had planned on asking. Shit, he thought he’d need another six months before he’d have the guts to even admit it to the boys. But right now, it just feels so right to admit. Your arms are winding around his neck and he’s leaning as far as his still buckled seatbelt will allow him. And you’re kissing him and he’s inhaling your laughter. And somehow the most backward-ass things feel the best.

“You-I need to get you a ring. I was going to do this all differently,” Calum rushes out, holding onto your cheeks. His head shakes, eyes wide. “I swear I was going to do this all differently.”

Your smile is blurry in his vision. But he hears your laughter. “I don’t need it any other way.”

You wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Now, can we please go look at the pretty art with my soon-to-be husband on my arm?”

“Of course.”

The air of the museum is cold and it chills you for a second but it’s coupled with the fact that Calum’s thumb is stroking the back of your hand. The two of you glance at each other, wide grins and giggles falling from your lips. It’s a wonder, as the two of you stroll through the museum. You in front, gravitating towards the brighter works and Calum follows, your pinkies hooked together to keep you two from getting too separated from each other.

All he can do is stare, watch you and your ever-shifting gaze. You float over the floor of the museum as if your feet could never really fully touch the ground. And he’s powerless to it, the following the visible string pulling him to you. At your pause, Calum slides up behind you. His hands settle at your hips first briefly before he catches himself. “Yes, Cal?”

“Nothing.”

You cock your head to the side and then ever so slightly push back against his hips. “Just as I suspected. A lot of something. Approximately several inches in length.”

Calum barely holds the howl of his laughter in before spinning you around. “Do not ever--”

“Or what?” you ask.

“You know I’m not going ever taking you out in public again.”

You take a glance to the left and right, before slipping your hand between your bodies. You palm his length through his dress pants. “Oh what a shame,” you state and then step away to a sculpture.

Calum exhales hard at the action and takes a moment to steel himself before following after you. The teasing continues on back and forth, him passing in front of you and feeling you over the material of your clothes, gently brushing his hands on the back of your neck.

Calum moves to another room and you watch him go for a minute before following behind him. The shivers of his still nibbles on his ears rocked you more than you anticipated. Sliding up behind him, you encase your arms around his torso. “You sir, are just begging for us to get kicked out.”

His small chuckle is interrupted by the buzz of his phone. Calum reaches into his pocket and sees the numbers. He glances around and slides to answer the call. “Calum speaking,” he whispers. You step away and point out a sign pointing to some restrooms. Calum smiles at you, kissing your forehead, and then heads over that way.

You wait in the same area, not wanting to go too far in case the call is quick. You take your time looking at each piece in the room. It feels long but then you can hear the clack of dress shoes on the floor and turn to the sound of it. Calum returns, his face a little pensive.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just--uh.”

“We can go if you need to. Is it work?”

“It’s just bullshit. Something bout a demo needing to be recorded. And I don’t--this is important to you. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“One more room and then we can go back home.”

He takes your hands. “If we do one more room, I won’t have time to take you back home. I’m sorry.”

“Well, our fridge magnet collection needs another one. And I don’t mind if you have to drive to the studio and then I’ll take an Uber or something back home.”

“Or you could stay with me?”

“I’m not about to make life harder. C’mon. We got a fridge magnet to obtain.”

The gift shop is hardly busy. Calum takes a second to text the guys that he’ll be over to the studio soon. It’s not hard for you to pick a magnet. But you look at the postcards, all the colors. “Grab a handful, love. I see you eyeing them.”

You pick up a few and then head to the register. Calum seems to be distracted by something, but you don’t think too much of it as you pay. Especially since he seems to slide up right behind you. At the front of the shop, Calum warns it’ll be a bit of a drive so you scurry to the restroom.

The sun’s brighter than you anticipated and you squint against the sun as you walk back out into the parking lot. As you slide into the truck, you toss the magnet and card onto the back seats, on the blanket Duke lays on. And then another small bag lands on your lap. “What’s this?”

Calum says nothing as he buckles in.

“Oh don’t get all silent on me. Don’t you fucking dare.” You turn the back upside down and a box lands into your lap. Your heart races and then you realize it’s too small to be a ring box though it could be the right size. “Calum,” you sigh and crack it open. A small enamel pin stares back up at you. You laugh.

“You got me good that time.”

“I’ll do one better when it’s an actual ring.”

“I like gold,” you tell him, taking his hand gently and kisses the back of it.

“Trust, I am well aware.”

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