#on this note. now i try to eep myself

[crimeronan]

i think worst timeline AU luz's most common recurring nightmare while she thinks hunter is dead is that she opens the door to find him on the doorstep healthy and whole, but then -- sometimes with a slow horror creep, sometimes all at once -- it becomes apparent that this is not the hunter she grew up with, nor is he the confused terrified grimwalker she helped kill. this is a copy of hunter that doesn't remember being hunter but still apparently remembers loving her. in the worst dreams he apologizes for not being the right hunter and he so so so earnestly loves her and he's still Not Right and nothing at all has ever been his fault.

#just thinking about how fears and past experiences can manifest in nightmares. as per usual #luz waking up from these dreams to a world where her hunter is dead and the facsimile doesnt exist #and not knowing whether she wishes her dream hunter was real or if that really is the worst thing that could ever happen to her #you know when her actual hunter shows up alive he's gonna have to deal with the Mother of all interrogations #toh #princess luz au #princess luz au worst timeline #horrible mindscape trauma pals #on this note. now i try to eep myself

[undercovergamer]

✨ Sunshine and Giggles ✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

cw: brief moment of arms being held at some point!

Based on a dream I had once where I tickled Gorou :)

For this fic, I rewrote my dream notes and replaced myself with Itto. I also turned it into a more silly and romantic setting. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1994

Today was a special day. Gorou and Itto finally had enough time to spend a whole day together, which they wanted to do for quite a while now. After plenty of planning, they decided to run a few errands together in the name of adventure, before playing games and relaxing near a large tree. I mean, you’re never too old to play tag, right? After running around in the grass for quite a while, they were both pretty tired so they decided to just lie down and look at the clouds.

“Ahh… doesn’t it feel nice to just relax and bask in the sun?” Gorou said, letting out a content sigh as he laid in the grass like a starfish.

“Hmm… you’re right, it feels great! The sun is so warm~ and nice~…” Itto replied, stretching out to relax his muscles.

“Yeah, it’s very relaxing! But… let’s be careful not to get sunburnt.” Gorou said, glancing over at his buddy.

“Eh, we don’t have to worry about that, right? It’s not that hot.” Itto replied, chilling with his hands behind his head.

“Let’s just be careful not to fall asleep. We should probably get some shade soon…” Gorou looked up at the big tree, which wasn’t too far away.

“No problem, it’s too bright out to sleep anyway, haha! At least for me.” Itto chuckled to himself, smiling as usual.

They spent the next few minutes viewing the scenery, feeling the soft breeze blowing through the grass. It felt so nice and relaxing to spend time together like this… but eventually, Itto started to feel a little bored. He looked over at Gorou who was laying next to him, about a meter or two away. Just curious, y’know. But then, the oni suddenly felt a wave of mischief come over him…

“Hey, I’m getting kinda bored… you wanna play some more?” he asked, sitting up with a “subtle” smirk on his face.

“Again..? I’m a bit tired right now…” Gorou replied. He didn’t really feel like running around at the moment. At least not yet.

“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to get up for this one… heheheh…” He felt playful seemingly out of nowhere, getting a silly idea to bully the general just a little bit.

“Hm? What do you mean…?” Gorou asked, looking up at him with curiosity.

Itto scooted closer with a mischievous look, giving him a slight poke to his tum, resulting in a surprised jolt as Gorou covered the spot.

“H-Hey!” Gorou’s ears twitched and he became nervous seeing the look on his friend’s face. Itto chuckled and poked him again, resulting in a squeak. “Eek! D-Don’t!”

“Heheheh! Ooh, what’s that? Is someone ticklish?” Itto asked, grinning with mischief. Oh dear…

“Uh… I-… um…” Gorou’s eyes widened, realizing his fate might be sealed. However, before he could make his grand escape, Itto playfully wrestled him down.

“Hehehehe! Imma getcha!” Itto teased, grinning at his newest catch and wiggling his fingers above him.

“W-Wait! Wahait! L-Let’s not get too hasty here! Heh! Uhm-!” Gorou said, nervously looking around and already losing his so-called composure, giggling in advance and wagging his tail.

“Are you ticklish here~?” Itto teased as he started tickling the general’s exposed sides. Wrong day to wear such an outfit, huh?

“EEP! Ahahe! Nohoho!” He immediately burst into a flustered giggling fit, trying to protect his sides while pushing Itto away, which didn’t work.

“Aw! You little liar, you ARE ticklish! That’s so cute~” Itto teased playfully as he gently squeezed his sides and waist, making him arch his back and yelp, laughing louder. His smile was adorable and Itto loved seeing him so silly. He kept his tickles soft and playful so that his little buddy wouldn’t freak out too much.

“Ack-!! Ahahahahahaha!! Stahahap ihihihit!!” Gorou laughed, squirming and bucking his hips, trying to roll away. Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

“Hehe! You’ve gotta let loose every once in a while, y’know! You can’t be serious all the time, right? Even war generals have to laugh~” Itto teased affectionately, switching spots as Gorou rolled to his side, scribbling his nails all over the general’s tummy.

“AAEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His laughter rose an octave and immediately became more hysterical. “NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” He squealed, throwing his head back and frantically kicking his legs, successfully covering his sensitive tummy with his arms. He was more determined to crawl away this time, but Itto pinned him onto his back.

“Aww, who’s a good boy? Hehe! Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, scribbling around randomly at any exposed area he could get as the ticklish general scrambled to protect himself, laughing his adorable little head off. It was obvious Gorou was having tons of fun, because his tail was wagging like crazy. Upon being called a good boy, his face flushed red from embarrassment.

“Ehehahaha! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! Ahahahaha!” Gorou squirmed as Itto tried to move his arms away from his tummy, which earned him a lot of giggly protesting.

“Are you too ticklish? Hm??” Itto said, gently tugging at his arms to drive up the playful tension.

“WahahahAHAIT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Too late~ Itto lifted the little man’s arms up with ease, holding them above his head with one hand and using the other one to tickle all over his ribs and tum, even adding silly sound effects for extra crit damage.

Gorou was promptly sent into another fit of loud, high pitched laughter, once again frantically kicking his legs and wagging his tail at the speed of sound. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His heels dug into the ground in desparate attempts to escape.

“Tickle tickle~ hehe! You’re so cute!” Itto said, teasingly scribbling around his bellybutton.

“AAEEHEHEHEHehehe!! Plehehehehease!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Stahahahap ihihihit!!” He pleaded through his adorable laughter.

“Aw~ is someone getting tired? Heheh… what a shame~” Itto teased, stopping his attack and letting go of the lil’ guy, leaving him a giggly, panting mess.

“Ahaha… ehe… hehehe…!” Gorou rolled onto his side and curled up, still wagging his tail as he caught his breath.

“Hahaha! Wasn’t that fun? You’ve got such a cute laugh!” Itto said, petting his head softly.

“Uh- I- eh… d-don’t say that…” Gorou whined, covering his blushing face.

“Why not? It’s true! Didn’t you have fun~?” Itto asked, still petting his head.

After a bit of hesitation, he sighed and admitted, “Y-Yes… I- uh… Th-that was a-actually kinda fun, heh…”

“I knew it! Your tail was wagging the whole time, y’know…” Itto said, chuckling to himself.

Gorou sat up and hugged his tail to keep it still, feeling embarrassed. “N-No it wasn’t!”

“Aww, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Everyone is ticklish, right? It’s normal.” Itto pulled him into a big ol’ hug from the side.

“Huh… I guess you’re right, but…” he looked at the ground, still blushing from embarrassment, but be leaned against Itto anyway, feeling cozy near him and letting his tail wag freely.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far, lil’ guy…?” Itto asked, feeling a little guilty seeing him so nervous like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that…

“Ah, uh, I- I’m alright! It’s just… I don’t get… t-tic-… er… p-played with like that very often. I… feel embarrassed about it, that’s all…” Gorou admitted with a slight sigh, his ears dropping down.

“Are you sure? I feel a little mean now that I’ve teased you so much.” Itto just hoped he didn’t remind him of that weird lady with the fox ears… whatever her name was. He could tell Gorou felt nervous.

“Eheh… i-it’s fine, really! Don’t worry, I’m just.. not used to that much playfulness, I guess…” He stuttered, blushing again.

“Hey, didn’t mean to embarrass ya too badly, y’know. D’you wanna talk about it?” Itto asked reassuringly, hoping to ease his worries.

Gorou hesitated for a moment before replying. “It’s just… I’m a strong general of the Watatsumi Army, and yet I-… I’m just-… uh…” He felt embarrassed opening up like this.

“Adorable? Ticklish?” Itto grinned at him.

“Y-Yeah… that. Ugh…” He felt insecure about being so vulnerable, but struggled to express it properly due to that dreadful word…

“Aw, c’mon… it’s perfectly normal to be ticklish! Doesn’t mean you can’t be an awesome general, y’know.” Itto said, smiling at him.

Gorou sighed and said “I know, but… how would anyone take me seriously if they knew? They’ll just see me as an adorable puppy…” His ears dropped down, showing he felt upset.

Itto wasn’t gonna let him feel bad like this. “Nah, you’re so much more than an adorable puppy, haha! Seriously though, give yourself some credit! I mean, you’re a mighty warrior, right? With your speed, strength, and intuition, you’re basically unstoppable!”

“Huh??” Gorou wasn’t expecting such a speech, that’s for sure. Even his ears were surprised!

“I mean it, man! Just cus you’re a cutie doesn’t mean you’re not tough and cool at the same time, y’know. You’re really awesome!” He continued with confidence, giving Gorou a bigger hug than before.

“W-Wow, haha… you… you really think I’m cool?” Hearing that made his heart flutter.

“Dude, of course! I mean, you’ve got a bow on the front line, man! I could never!” Itto chuckled and patted his head. “… you’re still adorable though. Heheheheh!” he had to tease just a wee bit.

“Shut up…” Gorou avoided eye contact, hiding his face in his hands.

“Hahaha! Sorry, I had to… but like, honestly, you being cute actually gives you the upper hand!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well think about it. If an enemy thinks you’re just a cute doggy, they’ll underestimate your true power… and then, BAM! You STRIKE ‘em down!!” Itto made his point clear by playfully, but carefully, pushing Gorou to the ground again, which made him laugh with surprise.

“Hey! Hahahaha!” The pupper squirmed in a playful attempt to escape.

“And besides, it’s not like someone’s gonna tickle ya’ in combat… unless I’M someone!!” Itto said, tickling Gorou again to prove his point. “Mwahahahaha!” he teased.

“AEEEEHAHAHAHA!! Ittohohoho!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” His poor tum got attacked again, making him squeal and squirm.

“Hahahaha! See? That’d be too silly, wouldn’t it?” Itto said, before stopping his attack and helping Gorou sit back up.

“Haha… ha… y-you didn’t have to do that…” Gorou said, catching his breath.

“Hey I’m just tryina help you out! Nobody would DARE to tickle their opponent in a life or death battle, you know.” Itto said, poking his side.

“Eep! Ok, ok! I get it!” Gorou said, giggling and pushing Itto away. “Stop tickling me!”

“Haha! Alright! You’re safe, I won’t tickle ya anymore… honest.” Itto laughed and hugged him with one arm, giving him headpats with his other hand. The two of them resumed their chill, with Gorou wagging his tail.

“Sooo, uh… is it ok if I call you cute and all that?” Itto asked, smiling at him.

Gorou was surprised, but nodded at the question. “Uh... Y-Yeah, I guess… j-just not in public! I’d get so embarrassed…”

Itto hugged him again. “OK! I shall respect your boundaries, cutie. Cus I got UNLIMITED affection for ya’! Hahaha!”

“H-Hey!” Gorou giggled a little bit, hiding his blushing face again.

“You wanna play tag again? Bet it’ll be lots of fun~!” Itto asked, grinning playfully and ruffling Gorou’s hair.

“Hahaha! Sure!” He replied, smiling at the silly oni.

“However! New rule! I’m it, but if I catch you, I tickle you! Hehe!” Itto said, wiggling his fingers towards him.

“Eep! N-No way! Ehehe! Y-You’ll have to catch me first!” He giggled, quickly getting up and dashing away.

“Rawr! I’m the tickle monster!” Itto exclaimed, getting up as well and chasing after him.

“EEK! Nooohoho! Stay back!!”

“Grrrr! Imma getcha~!”

“Hahahahaha!”

It may be rather childish, but their bond grew exponentially that day, with lots of laughter and smiling from both of them as they played around. But oh, if only Gorou was brave enough to tickle him back…

Surely one day… right?

#my private twashcan #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickle #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickling #ler!itto #tickle fluff #tickle fic #lee!gorou #genshin tickles #genshin impact tickles #ticklish!gorou #sfw tickle community

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

My version of the Rainbow Factory AU:

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

As a big fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and the original Rainbow Factory songs and Grimdark fanfiction, I am intrigued with the concept of the Rainbow Factory!Wally AU.

The only issue I have is that I can't find any content for RF!Wally that has a story were Wally Darling feels like Wally Darling and where a Rainbow Factory would makes sense in the world of Welcome Home.

So I'm going to try doing it myself! Wish me luck...

This AU is subject to change with the more we learn about Welcome Home!

The AU starts off fairly normally, with the popular show Welcome Home getting cancelled for unknown reasons: this causes the neighbourhood to become vulnerable, and is attacked by the Void, which latches onto Home like a parasite, leeching off their lifeforce, causing the neighbourhood to decay and lose it's colour.

Due to his status as Home's resident and the main character of the show, Wally is the only other resident still conscious after the upheaval.

Home, now calling themself "Factory", tells Wally if he wants to save his friends and home, he will need invite ❄︎♒︎♏︎ ✌︎◆︎♎︎♓︎♏︎■︎♍︎♏︎ over to the neighbourhood and make them into "sacrifices". Wally doesn't understand what is going on or what the word "sacrifices" means, but trusts Home and follows their instructions.

He knows what "Sacrifices" means now.

Regardless, it works, and the Factory creates a beautiful rainbow that brings life and colour back into the neighbourhood.

Wally's beloved neighbours are a bit dazed, but otherwise completely fine. They don't even realise anything terrible happened.

Factory tells him that, unfortunately, this won't last forever; Wally must keep bringing in more sacrifices, keep making rainbows, otherwise the Neighbourhood will die.

Notes:

The Neighbours are blissfully unaware about what happens inside the Rainbow Factory, beyond that it makes rainbows (which drives Frank nuts because SCIENCE but whatever).

Working at the Factory has taken a monstrous toll on Wally's mental and physical health. He tries to act normal for his friends, but they've all noticed. They are all very worried him, especially Barnaby.

Factory is the Void, not Home.

Factory acts very manipulative and emotionally abusive towards Wally; peppering him with praise when following orders and cutting him off at the knees when he questions them.

Wally is psychically connected with Home, which lets Factory directly control the puppet at times.

What do you think? I'm open to any questions, suggestions and/or critiques and will make more if you're interested... eep...

#Rainbow Factory Wally #Wally Darling #welcome home puppet show #rainbow factory au #alternate universe #au #my art #happy halloween #rainbow factory

[kaylinlmfao]

i NEED a smut from ethan where: sub! Reader x dom! Ethan and you and ethan are "enemies" who have a horny whore for the other (but would never admit it) and you say in a conversation with your friends (where he is obviously) that you have no chance of ethan being a dom, however, he proves you to the contrary

the promise

type(s) of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): rough smut, hate fucking, sub space, orgasm control, overstimulation, edging, ownership kink, dom ethan being a cocky tease, choking, slapping, just really dirty and nasty in general, degradation, tummy bulge, ethan is super experienced like a fuckboy, oral (ethan and reader receiving) use of a vibrator, and lastly, HUGE PRAISE KINK

pairing(s): dom!ethan landry x sub!reader

A/N: I love this so much, eep! I am slowly working on requests for ethan so that's been fun., I have lots of things in the works. and just something I kinda wanna do, I watched the prequel star wars movies with my sister so if anyone wants some yandere anakin skywalker (😵) request and let me know!

on a more serious note, something I need to tell y'all. I have been getting a lot of hate recently about writing smut for the sturniolo triplets. I deeply apologize because I only just joined their fandom. I didn't know they specifically asked not to have smut written about them until a super sweet anon, thank you anon, told me. the one nsfw post I did post of them, the anon just said they said they felt weird about it. I didn't know and I apologize for that. so, I will no longer be accepting smut requests and the posts of smut for the sturniolo's will be deleted. thank you to the few kind people who commented on a couple posts and the anons that told me, NICELY. but honestly the amount of mean things that were submitted, telling me to kill myself, etc, is terrible. thanks again to the people who kindly let me know and to the ones who were rude about it, I blocked all of them. thanks and enjoy! (this was not proofread obviously)

2k+ words (I went overboard again)

you let out a loud laugh at ethan's words. "am I gonna die a virgin?" he asks, looking concerned. "you're a virgin? predictable actually. you seem like a virgin." you say, smirking as you stand up to go talk to a couple other friends. "hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues ethan. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" you purposely sway your hips a bit more than usual, knowing he was looking at you. ethan hated you. the day he met you, he was super sweet and kind. when you saw him again later, he started giving you the cold shoulder. and if he wanted to be an asshole, you could do it too.

"get this. kitten over there is a virgin." you say to your roommates, hailee and aubrey. "ethan landry? a virgin? no way." hailee said, looking at you unbelievably. "yeah, he isn't a virgin. bet he's a dom." you look at aubrey is disbelief and then glance at ethan, who you see standing up. you turn back before you see where he's going but you say loudly. "ethan landry. a dom? no fucking way. he's such a sub. would probably cry if you even started degrading him. he'd cum as soon as you touch him. poor baby."

"who you talking about, princess?" "oh just some immature child that I know." you could see he overheard almost everything you said about him being a sub, but what was he gonna do? and, provoking him is your favorite game. "hm." he nods, staring directly into your eyes. you weren't breaking the eye contact and it looked like he wasn't gonna either. finally, you start blushing from the intense stare he was giving you and the sexual tension that was sparking between the two of you so you look down at your hands in your lap. "that's what I thought" "what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues, gorgeous. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" he says, mocking you and your words earlier.

now, you were really flushed. he was still looking at you like a piece of meat he wanted to devour, the nicknames he was calling you was causing you to clench your thighs just to relieve some of the wetness from in between them, and his mocking you made you drift more into subspace then you'd ever admit. but, you don't back down from a challenge. "hm? maybe it means that you think you win. but guess what?" you challenge him, standing up. which was a bad idea because he's 6'1 and makes him even more intimidating. "what's that, sweetheart?" he humors you with a smirk. "I always win. and take that stupid smirk off your face or I'll smack it off."

he chuckles as he leans towards your ear. goosebumps break out over your skin at his touch as he whispers. "and I'll be smirking just like this when you're so fucking cockdrunk on my dick the only thing you'll be able to scream is my name" he laughs at the look on your face as he walks away. oh that little shit.

asshole

hi there princess. you ready for me to keep good on my promise?

when you see that notification on your phone, you almost pass out. you thought he was kidding! you guys make jokes like that all the time. well maybe not that bold but still! but the sexual tension between the two of you, according to everyone that you both know, is insane. luckily, he's in a class right now. thank goodness, you aren't. you're laying on your bed and the best idea you've had all day came threw your window and straight into your head. you quickly stripped your clothes off and walked to your closet and found your sexiest lingerie set you own and you slip it on. you quickly walk over to your drawer and pull out the vibrator you have in there, just for fun.

you check the time and see he still has 20 more minutes in his class until he's done. perfect. you set your phone up on the headboard and lay on your back on the bed. hailee and aubrey are out at a party luckily. you rush to press the record button feeling the slick between your thighs start to run down between them. you slowly slip your fingers inside of your wet pussy, moaning and whimpering. then you switch the vibrator on and press it gently on your clit, crying out softly. all the thoughts in your head are of ethan. ethan teasing you, ethan mocking you, ethan and his stupid nicknames, ethan shirtless, oh god. you near closer and closer to the edge and right as your about to coat your fingers in your slick, you add the finishing touch. "oh chad. fuck so good. please!" you moan out, cumming and ending the video after you finish riding out your high.

you send it to him quickly and laugh because he still has about 15 minutes of class to sit through. he wants to embarrass you in front of your friends then he can suffer through a boner for the next 15 minutes. maybe then that'll show him he doesn't have the control. he doesn't win. 10 minutes after you clean up and layed on the bed, still in the lingerie just in case but now with clothes over it so if your roommates come home early they won't see anything.

asshole

holy fuck. I fucking hate you, y/n

you

does it hurt, kitten? does your rock hard cock hurt?

asshole

I'm in the bathroom in the c hall. meet me there. now

you

I don't think I will. you hate me so much, you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me while pleasing your pretty little dick would you?

you send another photo, laughing at your choice in clothes. you're wearing the thigh high stockings and school girl skirt he loves but claims he hates so much.

asshole

when I get my hands on you....

you

what? you gonna come in your pants as soon as I touch you? you gonna cry? submissive little baby

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uh oh. you didn't realize but time flies when you're having fun. his class is over. oh shit. you get up and run to lock the front door but before you can, it's slammed open. you flinch as it makes a hole in the wall. you squeal with a laugh as he comes towards you. you run over to your room and lock the door quickly, sliding down and laughing to yourself. you think its hilarious how hard his dick is just from a 5 minute video of you. you think its funny how long he had to sit in class with a boner.

you stand and run over to your bed but then you stop to really listen. its quiet. dead silent. then you hear the sound of your cracked window sliding open and ethan climbing in, leaving it cracked again. "oh hey, kitten! ooo that boner looks painful! you should really get someone to fix that!" "I plan on it, slut. knees" he nods at you, looking at you with dark angry eyes. "wow kitty! I think that this is the angriest I've ever seen you! I thought you'd like the video. now you have something to watch while you're jerking off to the thought of me hm? so how about you get on your knees." uh oh. its the stare down part. the part you suck at. you can stare any old person down but you've never been able to hold eye contact with ethan before.

10 seconds in, you're doing ok. 20 seconds in, he starts advancing and you quickly back up, holding eye contact the whole time. but oh shit. you just realized, he's backed against the wall of your dorm. damn that fucking height difference. now your blushing and clenching your thighs together. fuck. the way he's looking at you. so angry, his eyes full of lust. he slowly leans down to your height. "oh come on princess. this be so much more fun if you just stop denying what you've known this whole time. I'm not a sub, never have been and never will be. and you, oh you, are just a little brat who wants to be held down and pounded until you're crying. is that right, pretty girl? you just need someone to put you in your place." he chuckles at the deep red blush on your face as he takes his hand and wraps it around your throat. "so I'll say it one more time. knees now." he commands and you, slowly, sink down to your knees.

he lets out a low groan as you immediately unbutton his pants and suck on the tip of him. "ready?' you hear him ask. you nod as you start taking as much of him into your mouth as possible, pumping what can't fit. he looks down on you gently before fisting your hair and begins thrusting his cock into your mouth, fast and hard. tears are streaking down your face, your arousal dripping onto the carpet below you. dumb of you not to put panties on under your skirt. you feel ethan twitching in your mouth so you suck a little harder. the finishing touch. you look at him from under your lashes with big eyes. as he pulls out of your pretty mouth, he laughs at your state. "bed." he utters lowly. you are quick to follow his command, laying on your bed.

he flips up your skirt as he climbs onto the mattress. "oh you slut. no panties? its like you knew that I was gonna get angry and fuck you. right?" "no! I thought I was-" you cut yourself off by letting out a cry as ethan sucked your clit into his mouth. you were so sensitive from your orgasm earlier and so wet from sucking his dick, you immediately came all over his tongue and he was quick to clean it up. "who was gonna come as soon as they were touched? cause it wasn't me." you turn an even deeper shade of red, remembering your words prior. he climbs up and looks you in your eyes.

"and since you obviously need help holding eye contact, I'll be nice and help you out. if you break eye contact, you don't cum. do you understand?" you nod, so ready and needy for his cock. "words, gorgeous." "yes please yes!" you cry out as he pushed himself inside of your tight fluttering hole, gripping his back hard. he stays still for a few seconds, as if he's trying to let you adjust. then he starts fullfilling his promise. your breath gets caught in your throat as he starts pounding into you. fast. he snakes his hand down and rubs slow circles on your already sensitive clit. all while holding eye contact. you didn't dare look away and it was so hot.

"oh look at your pretty little pussy. she's so fucking tight. fuck. milking me so good. good girl." tears start pouring down your cheeks again as he rips your shirt right down the middle, the buttons flying everywhere. "I liked that shirt!" you sob. "i'll buy you a new one." he mutters in between grunts. you moan loudly as he shifts you so you're now sitting on his lap, the position allowing to sink even deeper back in your dripping cunt. he finally breaks the eye contact and dips his head down to start sucking and biting your hard peaked nipples. peaked from your arousal and the fact that the cold air from your cracked window is still seeping in. you're bawling your eyes out from the intense pleasure ethan is giving you. he's so deep you can feel him in your stomach.

"ethan, please!" "please what sweetheart? what do you need?" his hand snakes down and presses firmly on the bulge of him in your tummy. "I don't know!" you're blinded by the pleasure, your tears falling onto ethan's cheeks. "oh poor princess. there isn't a thought in that pretty little head is there. so drunk on my cock can't even think. who does this pretty pussy belong to?" you don't respond and he chuckles as he looks at you. drool seeping out the corners of your mouth, mascara running down your cheeks, your hands tangled in his hair trying to find something, anything to ground you so you can think but you can't. you're head is so airy and empty and you love it.

"who does this pretty pussy belong to?" ethan repeats. "you!" you cry out. "who's place is this?" he asks, pushing down on the bulge in your tummy. "yours!" you're so close, so close. all you can think about now is cumming. ethan thinks about taking it away but that seems too cruel for him. "oh but I thought it was chad? I thought you wanted chad to fuck you?" "no! not chad! only you!" you moan. "who do you belong to?" "you!" you scream/sob as he pinches your clit and you come, hard. you must've blacked out for a minute because when you come to, ethan's and your arousal are mixed together, dripping down his cock, and ethan is wiping your tears, still inside you. "you did so good for me, princess. my gorgeous good girl." he moves to pull out of your fluttering cunt and you whimper as you hold on.

"just a few more minutes" you slur, still on clouds of pleasure. "few more minutes?" he asks, moving to lean against the headboard, chuckling as you moan when he moves. "yeah." "ok, princess. a few more minutes." ethan smiles at your state in subspace, so airy. you tangle your hands in ethan's hair as you lean your head against his shoulder, falling asleep quickly while still impaled on his cock. ethan chuckles as he remembers. he kept his promise and he kept it well.

#ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #scream movies #scream 6 #scream #mindy meeks martin #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #chad meeks martin

[boileddogchicken]

haha uh oh i lost track of time i started thinking about a character that i have grown rapidly attached to in the past 24 hours and because i decided she i just like me fr!! but that's not the only reason i'm still awake i was going to write some b'rsh content but i didn't really like where it was going so i started writing shit related to the dnd campaign im going to run eventually (see look i didn't forget abt it existing) but yeah after i decided i was done writing i started thinking more about this fucking CHARACTER like holy shit she is so cool and so pretty and like. there's a lot in her story that just feels so much like me as a person in my own story on this wild ride, this passage of fate (haha get it xenoblade 3 reference that one was for a very specific person i'm mutuals with u know who u are teehee :3) but like anyways dendro muted altered my brain chemistry just a little bit bc i'm like "hey gay plant person who has chronic fatigue and pain who does that sound like" i mean of course i'm a flesh person and not a plant person but yknow. plant people are cool as fuck and if that was a thing irl i would be so good at it oh fuck it's so late i'm going to be so tired tomorrow chronic fatigue and not getting. sleep is such a good combo yknow it's like i'm taking a screenshot- oh shit i don't rlly hurt right now but if i start hurting BEFORE i go to bed that'll further impact my ability to go to sleep and then if that happens more fatigue and more pain it's a fucking cycle oh shit a cycle just like a motorcycle LIKE IN FINAL FANTASY VII i am so good and keeping the same train of thought in a singular post like that's something i pride myself in being able to do i definitely don't get completely sidetracked and talk about xenoblade and final fantasy when i'm trying to talk about webcomics and chronic illness (they're connected remember? that was like my whole thesis since dendro is so neat and reminds me of myself) also this has been a brain thought for like months now but i don't know what to do with it: chthonic illness it's like chronic illness but related to greek mythology underworld is that anything or just similar sounding words OKAY SHIT I SHOULD EEP HAVE A GOOD NIGHT MUTUALS :3 also i almost accidentally had a poll on this post and was just gonna hit send but it didn't let me which meant i learned how to get rid of it (LIKE IN DEATH NOTE) fuck i posted but now i'm editing bc i forgot one thing also that so cool abt dendro from muted (also spoilers for the last couple chapters of muted) BUT ANYWAY by the end of the series she uses a cane and so do i!!!! so yeah more of the whole "she's just like me fr" goin on over here but also good night for real have the night u deserve :3

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Boruto is Not His by eliza2247

Anime » Naruto Rated: M, English, Romance, Naruto U., Hinata H., Words: 2k+, Favs: 58, Follows: 20, Published: May 25, 2018

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Author's Note: I already started to write this story and it came out perfect, but to my surprise FanFiction had a change in their content guidelines. Unfortunately, they no longer accept explicit content. I had to cut off 1K of smut to make it into the Rated M category. The story is still good, but some lemons are good occasionally. I could have made Kakashi-sensei and Pervy Sage proud! Enough about my rant, enjoy.

Summary: When people looked at Boruto the first thing that comes to mind is the uncanny resemblance to his father. Naruto was the father, however Boruto was not truly his.

Rated: M for mature content.

Boruto is Not His

Naruto sat on the grassy field of the park. His family decided that it was a good day for a picnic and as he sat under the shade of a tree he silently agreed. The weather was not uncomfortably warm, and the sky was a bright blue with a few puffy clouds.

His son Boruto, at only 4 years old, was helping his mother prepare the picnic destination. He smiled fondly as he saw the energetic blonde trying to unfold the picnic blanket. The blanket refused to straighten out and Boruto would get frustrated. The mother sensing her son's distress tried to help, but Boruto refused.

"I'm a big boy. I can do this by myself." Boruto argued as he held the blanket tightly in his grasp.

Hinata giggled at her son's determination. "Okay Boruto but remember even big boys need help sometimes. Do not be afraid to ask for help." She said as she softly brushed her hand on the boy's blonde head. Boruto smiled brightly up at his mother, "Okay mommy!" With newfound determination he whipped the blanket harder. The blanket unfolded and fell to the floor gracefully. Boruto jumped up proudly and held a fist up. "I did it! Did you see that mommy?!"

Hinata smiled gently to her son, "I did see. I knew you could do it. You will be just as strong as your father one day." She told him as she placed the picnic basket on the blanket. She kneeled beside the basket and motioned for Boruto to come and help her to set the picnic out. Boruto happily went over to help his dear mother.

Strong like me, huh? Naruto thought as he saw the interaction between his wife and son. The way that Boruto looked always led to a comparison to him. It was no offense. Naruto felt proud that his son sported the famous blonde and blue eyes of the leaf. His father, Minato, started the trend. Yet as he looked at the yellow ball of energy scurrying around his mother, he could not stop himself from smirking. He wondered what people would think if he told them that Boruto was not truly his.

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The wedding reception was at its dwindling moments, but Naruto did not care or pay attention to it. His eyes and full concentration were on the dark-blue haired woman in front of him. "You are my wife now." He told the woman as he guided her around the dance floor.

Hinata smiled shyly up to him, "And you are my husband now." She let her eyes flutter close as she pressed closer to her husband and kissed his lips.

Naruto closed his eyes and pressed into the kiss as he held Hinata tighter.

The kiss was becoming intoxicating and he knew if he continued he would not be able to stop. He gently pulled away, "I can't wait until tonight." He huskily whispered to her.

Hinata eeped and buried her head into his chest. This action made him chuckle and he let his head rest on hers as they swayed to the forgotten music.

Their friends had decided to wave them goodbye as they left for their honeymoon. The women crowded Hinata and gushed at the romantic evening that occurred. The males had surrounded him with no words, but with knowing smiles.

Naruto rolled his eyes as his blush deepened at every knowing stare that was thrown at him. Perverts! All of them! Naruto could almost hear Pervy Sage laughing in the background. Naruto, you know I need some new material for these books. They don't write themselves. He could hear Jiraiya say.

Naruto grumbled slightly, and he clenched one of his fists. When are the girls going to let Hinata go? I can't relax with the guys looking at me like this.

"Feeling excited, nervous, or both?" The hokage asked as he hummed knowingly.

Naruto growled as his blush darkened, "Kakashi-sensei! I-It's not that. I-I just want to go!" He rushed out.

The surrounding males and the hokage chuckled at his response.

"I do not understand why this is funny. Naruto and Hinata are just going to their honeymoon." Sai said.

Naruto gaped while the rest of the males groaned.

"Sai, you do know what happens during a honeymoon, don't you?" Choji asked.

Sai nodded, "I do. You have sex."

Naruto felt the blood drain from his face as he stared at Sai in complete shock while the rest of the males laughed.

"Hey, he does get it!" Kiba playfully exclaimed as he clapped Naruto's back. "Better treat her right, Naruto." Naruto glared at the man for a bit for the sudden smack, but then he gave him a determined smile. "Of course. Hinata means the world to me and I will do everything to make her happy. I promise." Kiba nodded in approval.

"She has been looking forward to this day for some time now. It would not be wise of you to hurt her." Shino coolly said as he looked at the blonde. A slight shine of his shades emphasized the hidden threat. Naruto gulped, and he quickly shook his head, "I-I won't hurt her!" Shino kept looking at him and Naruto grew more panicked, "I-I swear!" Shino's stare continued. "Like ever!" Naruto shouted in a frenzy.

Kiba laughed, "Team 8 has the best looks, but just because we're pretty does not mean we can't kick ass."

"Having a wedding is just a drag." Shikamaru stated. "It's a waste of time and effort."

"Hey Temari." Choji began to say.

Shikamaru suddenly stood upright and his eyes widened. He whipped his head around his surroundings.

The rest of the males laughed.

Shikamaru coughed and he went back into a relaxed posture. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Troublesome." The males heard him grumble out.

"You are so whipped." Naruto taunted.

"Tch, look who's talking." Sasuke said.

Naruto glared at his best friend, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Sasuke eyed the blonde, "You know what it means."

Naruto's glare deepened.

Feeling like a verbal fight was about to explode, Iruka stepped in. "Congratulations, Naruto. You do not know how happy it makes me to see that you have finally found the woman you love. You are on your way to become the man you always wanted to be. I am very proud of you." Naruto took his eyes from the aloof Uchiha and focused on his previous-teacher and father figure.

"Thanks, Iruka-sensei. You don't know how much it means to me to hear that." Naruto could feel a slight sting in his eyes, "I-It means the world to me." Naruto looked around him at the various faces of his beloved friends. He stepped a bit back and he coughed loudly to gather the attention of both the males and females.

All eyes were focused on the blonde man.

"I want to say something." Naruto began as he scanned the various faces of the people that surrounded him. "As I stood at the alter I started to remember my past." He let out a slight chuckle, "I-I never had any parents and the village hated me. As a young child, I was not strong, and I was stupid."

Naruto heard a chortle and he knew it came from the Teme.

"Fine, I was more stupid than I am now." The crowd let out a couple of laughs and Naruto smiled lightly, "I wasn't the brightest kid and it got me into more trouble than I would have liked." He looked at Iruka, Kakashi, and Tsunade sheepishly. "The biggest dream that I had ever wanted was for someone to care and pay attention to me. As I grew up and learned from my life experiences, my dream started to change. I still wanted to be hokage for the respect and attention, but I felt the call to protect the people I care about. It's the strong bonds of friendship and family that pushed me to become stronger. I would not be here without any of you. Thank you all for sticking with me. Thank you for joining me on the happiest day of my life." Naruto smiled brightly at the surrounding faces. A round of clapping and exclamations was heard. Naruto coughed again to gain their attention. "I'm not done yet." Naruto blurted out.

"Oh great, another infamous Naruto speech." Sasuke said with an eyeroll.

The crowd laughed lightly at the joke. Naruto glared at his best friend, but his smile quickly returned. "When the wedding ceremony began, I stopped thinking over my past. As I stood at the alter and saw my beautiful wife-to-be walking towards me, I had an epiphany." Naruto looked over to where Hinata stood and he connected his eyes to hers. "I had always tried to fulfill my dreams and I was never known to shy away from hard work to achieve what I wanted. Yet, this woman, this angel, blessed me with the dream that I had buried deep down because I thought it was too far-fetched. I thought I could make the impossible happen, but my angel makes miracles come true. My deepest longing was for someone to love me."

Naruto walked slowly toward his wife. He reached out and grabbed her hand gently. "I know you have been waiting for me and I'm sorry it took me this long to figure it out. Thank you Hinata. Thank you for your love. Thank you for your care. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for everything. I love you, Hinata. I will love you till the end of time." Naruto's blue eyes twinkled into Hinata's watery one's, "And that's a promise." Hinata choked out a sob and she let go of his hand as she wrapped her arms around her husband. Naruto hugged her back with equal strength. A roar of aww's and applauses surrounded them.

"I love you too, Naruto. I will always love you." Hinata cried out. She slowly separated herself from him and she took hold of both of his hands. "But do not thank me." Naruto tilted his head to the side. Hinata squeezed his hands, "I haven't fulfilled your dream yet. I will work on your dream every day of my life. I will love you every day." Hinata pulled him toward her. Their foreheads touched, "And that's a promise." Naruto felt tears prick his eyes as he stared into her loved-filled ones.

"And I never break my promise because that's our ninja way." They said simultaneously as happy tears streamed down their cheeks.

Loud cheers surrounded them, but they paid no attention. They were too lost in each other's presence.

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"Naruto! Be careful!" Hinata softly scolded him as he tripped over the carpet. Naruto chuckled at the frightened look on his wife as he held her in his arms. He looked down at her, "Sorry Hina, I am too intoxicated by you. It makes me dizzy." He gave her one his sexy smiles. Hinata reached up and cupped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss.

Naruto continued to walk down the hall to their room in the lavish hotel his friends had planned for the honeymoon. Hinata separated herself from the kiss, "N-Naruto, watch where you are going please." Naruto smirked, "Don't be afraid, Hina. I won't let you fall. Ever." Hinata blushed at his words.

"Suite 10 is this one." Naruto said as he stood in front of the double doors. "Uh…" Naruto stammered. How am I supposed to open the door?!

Hinata already knowing what the problem was shifted in his arms. "You can let me down for a bit."

Naruto growled, and he tightened his hold on her. "I won't let you down. I have an idea."

A puff of smoke emitted next to him and a shadow clone emerged.

"They key is in my vest pocket." Naruto told the clone.

The clone moved over to search for the key. The clone smirked as he saw Hinata. "Look at how beautiful you look, Hina. Are you excited for tonight?" Hinata eeped and buried her head into Naruto's chest. "Ey! Stop flirting and open the door." The clone moved back with the key in his hand, "You got it boss." The clone opened the door and then he puffed away.

"Finally." Naruto said as he entered. He kicked the door closed and he looked at the room in wonder. "Woah, this place is bigger than my apartment." Hinata looked around and nodded, the room was a miniature home. "We can look at the room later," He began to say. "I want to look at you." He whispered out to his wife. Hinata blushed at the implication.

She felt the softness of the bed as Naruto laid her down gently. He stood in front of her nervously. "Um, do you need to f-freshen up or do you w-want to uh…" Naruto stuttered out. Hinata bit her lip nervously.

He scratched the back of his head anxiously, "Uh…"

"Kiss me." Hinata whispered out.

Naruto turned his eyes to look at her and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her softly. He gingerly pressed down on her and she laid back on the bed.

I guess Pervy Sage's books do count as research. He thought. He remembered reading how the female protagonist always appreciated a take-charge kind of guy and he was not going to disappoint his lady. He kissed her neck. "I love you, Hinata." He growled. "I will love every inch of you." Suddenly, he felt Hinata freeze.

He took his head away from her neck and moved to look at her face. "Hinata, a-are you okay?" He asked worriedly. Is she passed out?!

Her eyes were closed, and she had a beautiful smile on her face. Naruto frowned. This wasn't supposed to happen! Damn it, I guess I won't be getting any tonight. He started to lift himself off her, but he felt her arms wrap around him. Naruto looked at the blue-haired beauty under him with confusion. "Hina?"

Her eyes opened at the nickname he gave her, and he gulped. Her eyes were a darker lavender than usual and they were glazed over. He felt himself grow weak at seeing the complete lust in her eyes.

"Oh Naruto." She moaned out throatily. She flipped him over and pinned his hands above his head.

"By the end of tonight I can assure you that I will be getting a child." She told him as she crawled over him.

He nodded in agreement. "The child will be all yours, Hinata."

Their bodies met. All yours.

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The happy voice of his son interrupted his thoughts.

"Daddy! Come over! The picnic is ready!" Boruto yelled out to his father.

Naruto smirked. Yup, Boruto is not mine. He is all Hinata's doing.

"Okay, I'm going!" He yelled back.

Soft whimpers made him cringe at his thoughtlessness. He looked down at his arms to see the bundle of pink sheets. Dark-blue hair creeped out from underneath the blanket. He smiled softly at his little sleeping princess. He then looked back to where Hinata was sitting and smirked. You may have Boruto, but Himawari is all mine.

#boruto fanfiction

[discotenny]

Hallway Breakdown (GI)

<Albedo, Scaramouche> <modern au>

When you have a panic attack in school

Warnings: description of panic attacks, insecurity, implied fem coded reader in Scaramouche’s, shoddy writing im kinda going through something rn lmao

Kind of OOC for both. I just wanted to write some comfort for myself rn. Not edited or read back. Kind of all over the place

Albedo

You can’t focus. You can’t concentrate

Your thoughts are running through your head like countless miles each second. All noise is amplified to an unbearable amount. Each slight physical contact feels like pricks onto your skin

The teacher is giving a lecture, his words pounding in your ears but you cannot understand what he’s trying to say. The breeze from the open window behind you spreads horrible goosebumps along your body. Your vision starts to blur

You grip your pencil tightly, staring down at your paper as you try to stop the tears from coming

You try to be subtle- to try to avoid attention your way- but the boy beside you notices

Albedo sensed something was wrong the very moment you zoned out. Being your seat mate and (what he considered) friend, he wanted to help

It was only the right thing to do. After all, he’s been in your position countless times.

A light tap was heard from your desk, the click of a pen. You saw an object slide into view and after wiping your eyes a bit you realized it was a piece of paper. A note

“Are you okay?”

Albedo watches as you meekly reach towards it, never looking his way. He watches as you contemplate replying. He watches as you scribble words down and quickly pass to back to his desk

“No. I’m not.”

His mouth turns into a frown as he looks to you once more. You’re turned away from him completely, possibly in an attempt to draw away his concern

The click of a pen turns you back a little.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to. But I hope things get better. I care about you”

You start to tear up at the last sentence, almost reaching your breaking point. It was hard to think that anyone would care. It was surprising to think that anyone actually did

You sit for a while staring at his words, fiddling with the torn corners of the note. Albedo doesn’t push it any further, instead choosing to keep a comforting hand on the side of your desk

The bell rings shortly after and the students disperse from the room. As Albedo packs up his belongings a tug from his sleeve grabs his attention and he looks towards you

You’re wiping your face as you say it, a smile- genuine yet strained- appears on you.

“Thank you… it means a lot that you care”

Scaramouche

You stand in the cramped stall of an empty bathroom. Hiccuping, you try to stifle your sobs by placing a hand over your mouth. Your head is pounding as you’ve just cried out every internal issue plaguing your mind

Even without a mirror you can tell that you’re in no condition to return to class. Your eyes are swollen and your face runs wet with tears

You check the time, 12:32. It’s been 20 minutes since you’ve asked to be excused and people were probably wondering where you were. If they even cared

Scaramouche doesn’t know why he’s doing this (a lie, he just doesn’t want to admit the truth). He called for a bathroom pass a while ago and was now knocking on every bathroom, hoping for a response from you

Sometimes he’d get shooed away by the people inside. Sometimes he’s walk away disheartened as there would be no you inside

You’re swiping at your eyes with crappy 1-ply toilet paper in an attempt to dry them. A harsh pound of the door knocks you out of your daze and you let out a loud “eep!”

From the other side, Scaramouche sighs against the wooden frame and closes his eyes before pushing through

“Y/n?”

You freeze at the sound of his voice. Your best friend- he was the last person who you wanted to see you in this state. An asshole who you know would make fun of you

“I can tell it’s you, you’re the only one who wears shoes like those.”

You stay silent and he deadpans, sighing.

“If you think I’m going to make fun of you I won’t. I almost got slapped in other bathrooms trying to find you here. So please, come out do we can talk.”

His tone is laced with a front of annoyance, hiding away his deep concern. You unlock the stall and meet his eyes. Scaramouche can feel his heart clench at the sight of your distressed state

Your swollen red eyes, your tear stained cheeks, the pain written all over your face. He doesn’t know what to say as the two of you stare at each other

Just knowing someone is looking at you makes you want to cry. But while it normally would’ve been out of embarrassment, you’re desperate for comfort from a familiar face. You’re desperate for something to keep you steady

You take a few steps and Scaramouche is hesitant to reciprocate, but one more look at you and all resolve goes away. He pulls you into a hug, rubbing circles into your form as you wrap around him tightly- sobbing into his shoulder

He lets you stay like that without speaking. He holds you tighter at certain points, primarily when he wants you to really feel like he cares- because he does

Once you’ve settled down a bit, Scaramouche let’s go to look at your eyes. He wipes a thumb on your cheek before speaking

“You mean a lot to me, stupid. If you ever need to talk to someone please come to me. I… I can’t stand seeing you cry”

Bonus

Once he sees you, Thoma hugs you immediately. His warmth envelops you comfortingly. His words share the same energy, saying that you can cry as much as you need to and he’ll still be there

Diluc sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He rests his head onto yours and closes his eyes, trying to think of what to say. No matter what words come out though they all mean the same thing, you aren’t alone

Seeing you cry makes Gorou want to do so himself. He hates seeing you upset and immediately wants to make things right. When you say all you need is comfort, he’s happy to oblige and will lend an ear to your issues and troubles. His touches are soft as he assures you of your worth and meaning to him

Ayato sees your demeanor and frowns. He’s not the most genuine with words but he’s an excellent ear and is willing to listen to anything you say. He’ll offer his hand, asking if you’d like to go somewhere to talk. The smile on his face makes it hard to say no

Yeah idk what I’m doing writing this right now. I just needed a distraction. Sorry if it’s bad lol

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin Scaramouche #genshin Albedo #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #diluc x reader #thoma x reader #gorou x reader #ayato x reader

[gojology]

Intoxicated. (18+)

The Request: 

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I’m so sorry anon, usually I finish the whole fic before adding the author’s note, and I’m now realizing that I read your request wrong. I think you meant to have Gojo and Reader as friends but uh... I kinda wrote this as the opposite? It’s more of a Popular Gojo x Loner Reader. I hope this still fits your tastes because otherwise I followed everything you asked for, you’re welcome to request more and I’ll write them PERFECTLY I swear. Also can ya’ll tell I’m bad at choosing titles LMFAO 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | College Student! Dom! Gojo x Drunk! Sub! (as per usual..) Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3808 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Suggestions of Rape (Nothing Happens Though, Also I’m Not Sure If That’s The Correct Choice of Wording...), Fluff, Oral (Male Receiving), Somewhat Public, Hair Pulling,  𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | After attending a party due to some persistent begging from a friend, hopeful for Gojo Satoru, your long-time crush to come, you turn back empty-handed. That’s what you thought, though. Eventually he comes around and helps you in more ways then one.

           The thumping of bass was all you could hear.      Loud drunken cheering, chatter amidst the scene. Poorly discarded red solo cups littered the floor and the tables, and at the corner of your eye you could see a heap of college students piled up on top of each other, snoring.     You impatiently tap your foot against the sticky floor, most likely due to the uncleaned spilt drinks. You weren’t exactly fond of college parties. Most of the time nothing occurred, and besides, you had your eyes set on a certain man, so you weren’t quite looking for a quick night. But you had come regardless, since your friend had begged and eventually convinced you to.     Scanning the crowd once more, hopeful, you curse under your breath as you come out of your search unsuccessful once more. Not even a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, someone that always attended crazy parties, and this party was high on the scale of crazy. This had to be the most depressingly boring party you’ve ever attended.     But if you weren’t here to shamelessly stalk Satoru, or socialize, you had to do a bit of drinking, or else what would be the point?    Walking towards the alcohol was the last thing you wanted to do. Hordes of intoxicated students were blatantly making out with each other, drinks left untouched and probably forgotten, not to mention just the overall anxiety you would get to be so caught up in the life of the party.     “Yooo... ‘S that you, (Y/N)?” you heard a familiar drunken voice even through the loud music, and you whip around, glad to have some form of escape from the awkwardness.    You were hesitant to approach your friend, you knew they were the friendly type, and that was only exemplified during drinking.    “Yup, that’s me!” you smile awkwardly, setting your empty cup down on the table.     “Agh. Fuck.” your friend groaned, stumbling onto you, sloppily catching themselves using your shoulders. “Sorry... Long night. Holy shit (Y/N), didn’t think you’d actually fucking come out and party. Nice to see you... Fuck-” brushing off a pair girls dancing wildly from their shoulder, your friend cleared their throat.    You try not to make a face, and instead direct your attention to the crowd on the opposite end of the room, hoping this was enough to tell your friend that you weren’t exactly looking for a conversation.    “...Fuck... What was I saying..? Oh yeahhhh, glad to see ya out here hermit. I’ll pour your drink~! How’s class going?”     Clumsily fumbling with your cup, you had subconsciously picked it back up, your fingers itching to fidget with it and pretend your friend wasn’t there at all. Turning to face your friend again, a grin playing at your lips, hoping you looked friendly. “No that’s fine! I’ll do it myself, I’m way less drunk then you are. Why don’t you go sit down?” You mentally facepalm. Of course they wouldn’t get your body language, they were literally drunk.     Your friend grinned boldly, “Hey, you said it, not me~ You can leave anytime though... Guy named Gojo Satoru coming soon... Makes all the parties go wild. Ladies love him. Probably not your style though, eh?”     You don’t reply, instead watching your friend nod at you, perhaps as a way of saying goodbye when they couldn’t do it normally. Taking sluggish strides to mix back in with the crowd of people, unintelligibly rambling about something you presumed was about Gojo Satoru. You wave at them as they blended into the blur of faces.    It takes a moment to register everything that was just said. Your heart pounding, you turn to face the variety of alcohol instead, finally settling on some cheap beer, since you had no idea what the rest was, yet you weren’t quite thinking about the quality of the alcohol you were drinking.    You were looking down at the selection of drinks, but your mind wasn’t thinking about that at all.     You had thought your luck really was shit, but that didn’t appear to be the case any longer.     Your brain was thinking quicker then your hands could catch up, spilling the canned liquid onto the table instead of your cup, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about right now.      Setting the can down without another thought, you take a long sip, enjoying the ice cold beverage, your mouth going numb with every swig. Usually you’d throw up at the slightest thought of the after taste of beer, but that didn’t matter. Right now, all that was in your world was your red solo cup, the cheep booze inside of it, and whenever the hell Gojo Satoru would arrive.      The likelihood of him noticing you was probably in the negatives, you were a wall flower, an average college student, but him? He probably had a part-time job as a super model, or perhaps a fitness trainer. Strong toned arms, always a smug smirk on his face, strikingly white hair, and those damned circular shades.      Shaking your head, you pour another can of beer into your cup, feeling yourself go numb and ignoring the thoughts going rampant in your head. The only thing to distance yourself from these thoughts were to drink yourself to sleep, seeing as everyone else was doing the same thing, or call an Uber.      Unfortunately, that probably had a lower probability of Gojo taking an interest in you. You were, of course, a broke college student living off of pre-packaged noodles and relatively cheap dishes. It would be more likely to crash at your friends place.      You weren’t quite the drinker, much less experienced with the booze. You felt your knees wobble, and a strong urge to throw up at the back of your throat. You shouldn’t have overdrank.      Leaving your cup on the table, you shrugged your way towards the exit, murmuring (or rather slurring) polite excuse me’s and sorry’s, Stumbling your way towards the door, you were just now realizing that people were even now still coming into the party. You desperately needed fresh air, the atmosphere in the party was too hectic, too crazy, too stuffy.      As soon as you stepped an inch away from the interior, you drew in a long much needed sigh, every breath coming out as a cloud of fog.      The night was quiet and still, and you finally felt like you could vomit your guts away in peace.      Walking over to the nearest trashcan you can find, you vomited as much as you could, feeling lighter as soon as it all left your system.      Turning back towards the house, you still found yourself stumbling and struggling to walk normally. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you refused to look this stupid returning back to the house, figuring you could take a few more breathers.       Taking another deep breath in, without even beginning to mention your surroundings, confidently taking long strides. You knocked into someone, headfirst into their chest.    Cursing under your breath, you squint your eyes, this person was incredibly tall, you noted. Remnants of expensive smelling cologne clouded your sense of smell.    “...Sorry.” you mumbled, still struggling to see who this was due to the darkness.      “Hey. No problem girly, you seem drunk, you okay?” yet another familiar voice, yet you hadn’t heard it quite as often as your friend.      “Huh...? Uh, yeah... I think.” giving him a dopey smile, you couldn’t remember who this guy was for some reason.      “Yo Gojo! Who’s this chick?”      Immediately swiveling your head towards the direction of the voice, it came to your attention that you had seen the guy on campus hanging out with Gojo quite often. Turning back up to the guy towering over you, beads of sweat formulated on your forehead, you gulp, the confidence you got while drinking evaporated into thin air. A toothy sly grin on his handsome facial features,  you don’t even know if your heart rate is dropping to the negatives or skyrocketing.      This was the actual real Gojo Satoru. The egotistical bastard.     Stifiling an eep, you try to respond, attempting to say you were in-fact not his affirmative, “chick”.      “Chill, Geto, just some drunk girl. Hey, you go ahead with the party, I think I’ll help her.” he said, waving at whoever Geto was.      “Gojo, again? You’ve done this shit like 4 times, you want pussy that bad... Yo!” he raised his arms up as soon as Gojo shot daggers at him. “Dude, come enjoy yourself when you can, okay? Was just a joke.” Geto mumbled, you heard a few goodbye’s and words of agreement, and then the atmosphere was still once again.       “You seem really drunk. I don’t think being alone is good.” his eyebrows knitted together. Placing a firm hand on your forehead. “which fucking sucks honestly. Here, let’s go back inside sweets. You’re heating up.”      Seemingly forgetting every language you’ve ever learned, you instead look back at him in awe.      He laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Here, I’ll help you walk. If worse comes to worse, I’ll fucking carry you, yeah? Nothing to be worried about, who doesn’t wanna flex that they were carried by Gojo fucking Satoru? They don’t call me the greatest for nothing~!” he sang.      “You’re real?” you breathed, immediately covering your mouth following suit. Wishing you had the confidence like this sober.      He raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, taking long strides that you couldn’t quite catch up with. “Yeah, I’m real, don’t walk into that you’re gonna faceplant into a car.”

    “I think I’ve seen you before in one of my classes, humanities maybe?” he added, turning you back into the party, you heard the loud thumping music once again.      It was in fact humanities, but you couldn’t quite tell him you always marveled at him every lecture, so instead you flutter your eyelashes. “...Uh yeah... I think I remember you too.”     Before he could say anything back, you hear the steadily increase of a deafening combination of party music and loud screams and chatter.      “Yo Gojo! Got a new girl? Thought you were dating some chick named Utahime?”      “Yo! Nah, just helpin’ this girl, and no I am not dating Utahime-”      “Is that fucking Gojo Satoru? Yo! Over here, shots? Geto’s here too!”      This guy was popular, obviously. These were also top-notch names within the small college’s community, yet here you were under his arm, and not one person knew your name. Everyone just referred to you as just a girl. This probably wasn’t new to Gojo then, so you weren’t special.     You felt your heart drop.      Once again, you were in your own world, and you never felt like a burden more then now.      “Hey, where are the rooms?”      You look up from furiously studying the floor, and you realize he’s talking to your friend, tapping at their shoulder.       “Huh? Oh my god... Gojo, I thought you didn’t make it~! Want a drink?” they lifted up their red solo cup to Gojo’s lips, an easygoing smile plastered onto their face.      “Nah. Where are the rooms?” Gojo asked with a slightly impatient tone, now rhythmically drumming his fingers against your shoulder with one hand, the other shoving the cup away from his face.       “Damn, my guy.” your friend wiped their lips before speaking, their arm slack. “You’re intent... Yeah down the hallway, left, there’s some spare condoms somewhere...”       “(Y/N)? I didn’t even realize... You’re gonna fuck my boy Satoru over here?” they slapped a hand on his shoulder.      “Wha? No of course not.. Uh... He’s...” everything came out as unintelligible babble, you felt your cheeks go warm.       “She’s probably not an experienced drinker, just looking out for her to be honest. No fucking, just want to make sure she’s safe for the time being. I’ll join you later, yeah?” Gojo chirped, reassuringly patting your friend’s shoulder back.     “Shit, say less Satoru. See ya~”  your friend waved before turning their back on the two of you, striking up a random conversation with the people who just so happened to be nearby.      As you both walked down the hallway in quiet, you look up at him, grateful for the not as noisy room.      “U-Uh.. Thank you..” you murmured, “I can speak though, you know..”      He chuckled, “As fucking if, I just have experience with drunk people, I can usually tell what they’re saying when others can’t. You sounded like a crackhead back there.” fidgeting with the bedroom’s doorknob, he finally unlocked it.      “You’re mean! How do I know you’re not gonna... You know!” you retorted, collapsing on the bed without another thought, relishing the plush mattress.       “Thanks babe, if it makes you feel any better I can pull any chick within a 500 mile radius. I don’t need to resort to such cowardly and criminal shit.” he yawned, grunting before placing his shades on the nightstand, laying down next to you. “I’ll even leave the door wide open if it makes you feel safe.”       Reassured, you relaxed your body, staring at the blank ceiling. Your body felt numb and you couldn’t quite think straight.      “How’d you know I was in humanities?” you slurred, still staring at the ceiling.      “I see you all the time, you sit near me and have some cute stationary.” putting both of his hands at the back of his head, his eyes turned to look at yours, his neck twisting as he did so.      Immediately, the first thought you think of even in your intoxicated state was how beautiful his eyes were. Like rare diamonds mined from the deepest caves, placed delicately into someone’s eyes by some divine being. A strikingly vivid bright blue. It was a little on the lighter shade, but so, so beautiful.      “Pretty..” you struggle to restrain yourself, but you can’t help it, instead staring at him, eye-to-eye.       “Yeah? Just like you, sweets. I thought we were talking about cute stationary?” you couldn’t quite tell if what he just said was a joke or not, but you really didn’t want to find out. You felt your heart burst.       “...Really?” you breathed, ignoring his previous statement, lifting your legs upwards to wrap your arm around them.       “You’re pretty. Why else do you think I’d notice you in lectures?” he paused, and even you can tell he seemed slightly nervous, a slight quiver to his lips. “honestly, whenever I’m bored I just kinda look at you. You’re cute, what can I say?” Gojo added.      Unable to respond, you instead looked up at him, you felt like a blood vessel was going to pop, or your heart, whichever one was first.      Scooching closer to you, he placed a hand on your neck, breathing heavily. “Hey, I’m not lying. You’re genuinely pretty, sugar, you know? Yeah we haven’t talked to each other often, but I’ve always thought you were cute and I’ve heard things about you.”     “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” that was all you could pathetically muster. “Is that the joke?”       “When a cute chick is on the line, I don’t lie.” he assured you, pursing his lips.      Seeing him so up close was nerve-wrecking, so perfect, he looked like was sculpted with marble. A part of you wished you weren’t drunk, so you wouldn’t look as stupid. “I think you’re cute too.” you whispered.      For a moment, it went quiet. So quiet that you could hear the loud music and the wild party once again, but you don’t dare interrupt. It takes everything inside of you to not break eye contact, your stomach a butterfly exhibit.      “I like you.” he finally said, you couldn’t sense a damn sarcastic tone. “Bet you’re gonna doubt that too.” snickering, he ran his hand through his hair, but you swear you see him bite his lip. Sexual or something he did subconsciously, you weren’t quite sure.     Time stopped. This was way too far to be a troll, but what if it still was? You didn’t know, the stupid small thought never went away, you looked at him dumbfounded instead. Snapping out of your daze, you ask, “...But we haven’t talked a whole bunch.”      “I know that. I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of the competition. You don’t throw yourself at me, and sure other girls don’t do that as well-” he trailed off, before finishing his sentence, “but I think there’s a lot of positive traits that I like in you, and you’re just.. Really pretty. I guess I don’t want to throw you away like what I do with other girls?”      Before you could speak, he cuts you off again, this time a tad frantic. “But you know- Listen, I know it seems like I fuck around with girls a lot, but I’m looking to change that. I know I don’t seem very genuine now, but I think I’d like to try something with you specifically. You don’t even have to say anything back, just leave if you don’t want to, and if you do I’m sorry for disturbing your night-”      Maybe it was how intoxicated you are, or how you suddenly felt a burst of confidence, but you kiss him, and you kiss him hard. His breath hitched while you rolled on top of his chest. You’re desperate to have contact between your skin and his. He kissed you back, shyly at first, soft and delicate, but that didn’t last for long.      Heat rose to your cheeks, you were rusty with your kissing, but he wasn’t. The smell of his cologne was tantalizing, he kissed you like he wasn’t ever shy to begin with. One hand under your neck, propping you up towards him, the other groping your breast. Parting your lips, feeling him explore you just briefly before slipping back out as soon as it started.      You felt him unhook your bra with relative ease, and you can’t control the flutter within. Still kissing you sloppily, Gojo shuddered and you could tell there was a sound at the back of the throat. Moan, grunt, growl, you couldn’t tell. Slipping his hand away from your breast momentarily, he hastily yanked your top off your body.      Pulling away from the kiss not too long afterwards, he licked his lips, panting, you find yourself catching your breath too.       “Sit up.” he ordered, and you did as you were told, looking up at him with eyes that practically said, “What’s next?”      “Look at you. So cute.” cupping your breasts with his hands, you gasp at how hot they are, sweating just a bit, his thumbs brushed briefly against your nipples, giving them slight twirls before finally kissing both of your mounds.      “Let’s be nice and light today, okay pumpkin? Nothing too serious.” you gaze up at him, now standing and unbuckling his designer belt, unbuttoning his jeans which dropped to the floor afterwards, an obvious bulge in his boxers.      “...The door’s still open. Close it.” you suggest, your eyes still intent on his bulge, you don’t try to hide licking your lips.      “The world needs to know who’s mine tonight. Fuck that.” he smirked devilishly before also tugging his boxers down, exposing his dick.      Now, you weren’t quite expecting that he was packing this much, but he was. You easily estimated 7 inches, maybe more, you didn’t know. A pale flush pink at the very tip, veins adorned his length. Fairly girthy, and you loved it.      “Off the bed, on your knees.”      Scrambling off of the bed, you immediately look upwards and kiss the tip. He hummed, looking down at you with watchful eyes. You didn’t care if someone saw the two of you like this, in fact you’d love it.       You instantly put your hands to work, pumping his length, making sure that you were making eye-contact. Giving playful licks along the sides whilst doing so, you note his panting is getting heavier, so you must be doing something right. Your tongue quickly darted out of your mouth to lick your lips, before suckling the tip, just as a tease.      He growled, yanking at your hair so that you were looking directly up at him once again. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. Or you’ll see what happens.”       Letting go of your locks, with one last look at his face you engulfed his rock hard cock, slightly drooling. Once in a while, you took a risky peek at Gojo’s face, predatory and lustful eyes staring back directly at you. Grunting, he twitched in your mouth, and you brace yourself.       “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so good with your mouth.” he breathed. You groaned in an attempt to communicate, since your mouth was so stuffed full. Precum leaked from his dick, and you bobbed up and down once more. Taking another breath in, tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. You choked a little, but you were doing well for someone who didn’t suck dick very often.      Bracing yourself for a flashflood of cum from him, your mouth worked up and down on his length before you heard a loud groan, signaling that he had came, his eyes squeezed shut, the orgasm completely wracked his body. You found yourself with a mouthful of cum, and you struggle to swallow, before doing it successfully.      You look up to him, panting, some cum had escaped your mouth, splattering onto the floor. He looked you up and down, before opening his arms out for you, beckoning for you to come forth.      “Come here, you looked so pretty doing all that. Such a good girl.” pulling you in closer to his chest, he laid down with a huff, hugging you now. Gojo’s hand rubbed up and down your bare, sweaty back, in a state of euphoria, you don’t do much other then giggle.      “I’m so glad I can call you mine now, pumpkin.” he smiles, before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.      “Wait... We’re dating now?’ your head shot up, in shock.      “Yes. Dummy. Fuck it, let’s just crash here tonight, your friend won’t mind.” he tousled your hair, taking another deep breath in. “Let’s sleep together.”       “Again?”       “I mean it in a literal sense.” he rolled his eyes.       “.....You guys can fuck here.” a familiar voice rang out from the hallway, you hear a murmur of thanks as the voice became closer and closer, but you’re too tired to move.      “We never closed the door.” you say hazily, digging your face closer into his chest.      He grumbles in response, and you can’t tell what he’s saying.      “..Ah nope- Looks like that room is occupied by Gojo and...” your friend’s eyes looked down, before looking back up in terror. “(Y/N)?”     They looked back down at the ground, their eyes lighting up as soon as they realized what was on it: cum splatters and clothes.     You’re too intoxicated to care, though.     

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Calm the Fuck Down, Itadori

Yuuji Itadori x Jennifer Lawrence

Summary: Where Yuuji manages to drag Megumi and Nobara to a Tokyo Comic Con.

A/N: I took this way too seriously, jeezus.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori”

Megumi wanted to shoot himself in the foot.

He absolutely loathed conventions.

Especially when you got a bunch of idiots with a complete disregard for deodorant and personal space simping around in costumes as if they aren’t fully grown men.

Idiots like Itadori, who was currently wasting his life savings on X-Men stickers.

“Yeah,” Nobara piped in, already side-eyeing a man in a green cape with white and blue wings, and funny looking swords that look like box cutters—he was asking her if he could take a picture with her Petra Ral look.

Who the fuck is Petra Ral anyway? Nobara is SURE she looks way cuter though.

“How are you still so gaga over X-Men anyway?” she continues, with a flip of her ginger hair. “You’re literally a sorcerer, Yuuji. You fight curses in real life.”

Almost like whiplash, Yuuji turns on Nobara with an intensity she’s only seen in battle.

“Never. Disrespect X-Men.”

Yuuji was wide eyed; one hand pointing at Nobara, another clutching a handful of stickers and keychains (when did he buy those?) with a very blue woman on them.

Is she… naked? Nobara wonders, but is immediately interrupted by Yuuji’s incoming sermon.

“X-Men is a poignant commentary on society, Kugisaki. It is a masterpiece that only people with taste can appreciate, with characters so well written—“

But Yuuji’s fanboying gospel was cut short when a smattering of whoops and applause erupted from onstage, as a man dressed as… Thanos in a thong—Thongos, he called himself. Ok.—officially started the day’s most awaited event, and that was to meet X-Men’s Hollywood actors, in the flesh!

It was then that Megumi verbalized what everyone was thinking at this point.

“I didn’t know Itadori knew what ‘poignant’ meant”

Yuuji Itadori raced towards the front of the crowd like it was an orgasm out of reach, tightly clutching onto the barricade (also like he was clutching his [redacted]).

He didn’t know when and how his friends managed to catch up to him, but when X-Men’s glittering line up of beautiful people came out on stage, both Nobara and Megumi looked to each other in complete understanding beside him-- of course Itadori was here to simp for Jennifer Lawrence.

And of course he’d spend every yen to his name just to catch a glimpse of this woman in nothing but a skin-tight blue spandex that left no curve nor valley to the imagination.

“I LOVE YOU JENNIFER LAWRENCE”

Yuuji proceeded to fucking shriek in broken English.

“I EAT AMERICAN FOOD FOR YOU”

Megumi and Nobara both took a step from Yuuji.

‘Nope! The weird guy? They don’t know him.’

To their horror, they watch a grinning mouth appear at Yuuji’s cheek, already salivating.

“Gotta give it to ya, punk. That IS one fine ass,”

Sukuna’s mouth let its long tongue lick around his lips.

“I hope you got us some backstage passes, kid”

Megumi and Nobara shivered.

But clearly, Itadori and Sukuna weren’t the only ones going absolutely bananas for the X-Men, it might have very well been the entire building cheering for the cast.

It was until a bald guy in a wheelchair signaled for the audience to quiet down, did the sea of sweaty geeks calm down.

After a few introductions, and further hyping, the mic was finally passed to Jennifer Lawrence, whose character was apparently named Mystique.

Like a child showing off to his parents, Yuuji looks at Megumi and Nobara, pointing at Jennifer Lawrence as if saying, “Look! It’s her! That’s her! It’s actually her!”

Yuuji then proceeds to kiss three fingers raised up like he was doing a Boy Scout’s pledge, and raised those three fingers in there air, whistling three drawn out notes.

The idiot was giving her the Hunger Games salute, Jesus fucking Christ.

“Ehehe. Yeah, show her which fingers you’re gonna fuck her with,” Sukuna chuckles.

Which Yuuji responds to by forcibly jockeying Sukuna’s mouth off his cheek, shutting the curse up;

Yuuji Itadori drinks enough Respect Women Juice to give the Sahara a year of rain, alright.

Soon, everyone was giving Jennifer the salute.

Jennifer waves away the salutes, and stage-whispers into the mic with that raspy and sexy, according to Yuuji, voice of hers, and says, “Psst! Wrong fandom guys!”

The crowd laughs, as Jennifer awkwardly prattles about how she’s contract-bound to only talk about X-Men today, and that she really needs her job, ok?

And to be honest? Megumi and Nobara are starting to like her! I mean, who wouldn’t? Jennifer’s such a sweet, and down-to-earth girl. They’re glad that if there was anyone Yuuji was going to simp for, it’s Jennifer Lawrence.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, Tokyo!” Jennifer greets charmingly. “I was so excited to meet you guys, I didn’t even need to take a shot before I got here!” Jennifer shrugs with an exaggerated look on her face.

The crowd ate it all up.

“In fact, I was SO excited that I pumped myself up with enough anime references to say,” and in that magical moment, Jennifer Lawrence send finger guns down Yuuji’s way and winks--

“That’s one HECK of a JJK cosplay, man!”

And oh my Lord, it was like Yuuji died and went to heaven.

Even Sukuna was speechless.

But if Yuuji had to guess, Sukuna might have even been proud of him if only wasn’t you know, a jackass.

Megumi and Nobara couldn’t really remember what happened for the rest of the segment, because they might as well have leashed Yuuji with the way he was going crazy for Jennifer, hollering to her that he got her lasagna and Cheetos in his backpack in more broken English.

In the end, the two are left to rein Yuuji in as he eagerly waits for Jennifer out the backstage entrance, fully armed with an X-Men comic book and that lasagna he promised.

Yuuji was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Yuuji, it’s been two hours. Let’s go back to campus,” Nobara groaned, moaning to Megumi how Gojo better pay for their babysitting hours.

“She's almost out, you guys--!” Yuuji cries back, as the stage doors finally open to reveal Jennifer Lawrence in a much more sensible outfit of dress pants and a smart, low-neckline blouse.

“Eyes up, Itadori,” Megumi mumbles at Yuuji, who was already getting slack jawed at the sight of Jennifer’s cleavage.

Yuuji swallows the massive lump in his throat, and snaps his eyes back up to Jennifer’s hooded ones.

“Oh hey! You’re that JJK guy!” Jennifer greets good-naturedly. She was smiling radiantly at Yuuji and his friends, first shaking Nobara and Megumi’s hands as she laughed, “Damn, you even dressed up as the main character’s friends! You’re all like Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter except… well, your characters won’t actually die, eep”

“Do we tell her?” Nobara nudges Megumi.

“Don’t you dare.” Megumi hisses back.

The dark-haired sorcerer then turns to Jennifer with a polite smile, and says in perfect English,

“Ooh, we’ll try not to spoil it for you, Jennifer.”

Nobara snaps her head to Megumi.

“Since when did you speak White???”

“Shut the fuck up, Nobara,” Megumi grits out.

Jennifer winked at Megumi, giving him an ‘I-get-you’ look and finally turned to sign Yuuji's comic book, only for him to freeze.

They both blinked at each other for a moment. One almost as awkward as the other.

Jennifer Lawrence though, god bless her, took this all in stride.

“No worries, dude, I freeze up, too,” she says while pretending to freeze up in jest. “Do you want me to sign your comic book?”

And if Yuuji wasn’t absolutely head over heels in love with Jennifer before, he certainly was now.

“I-- I…” Yuuji stammered.

Megumi and Nobara looked worriedly to their friend, there was no way in hell they were gonna let Yuuji fuck up now. Not after a whole afternoon of body odor and overpriced tentacle art, no way.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori and give her the comic,” Megumi whispers to Yuuji.

And in a snap, Yuuji Itadori was bowing as low as possible, arms out with his offerings, exclaiming to the highest simping power-- “I BROUGHT YOU YOUR FAVORITE JENNIFER!”

Jennifer’s face lit up at the sight of the lasagna, “Oh wow! You got me food! Thanks for remembering!”

She takes the lasagna gratefully, and quickly signs the comic, “What’s your name?”

“Errr… Y-Yuuji.”

Jennifer returns the comic book to Yuuji, now signed--

‘Thank You for the Lasagna, Yuuji! You know me soooo well!

Stay Sweet <3

-J Law.’

And as if each and every one of Yuuji’s dreams came true, Jennifer leaned forward and gave Yuuji a quick peck on the cheek.

Yuuji couldn’t even react, because in a whirlwind, Nobara was taking a picture of Yuuji and Jennifer, a coral kiss mark on Yuuji’s wide-eyed face.

~

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori,” Megumi groaned for probably the hundredth time now.

But Yuuji didn’t care.

Jennifer Lawrence just kissed him.

He’s pretty sure he can be a little manic with disbelief.

“Yuuji, I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’m deleting the photo from my phone.”

Nobara was done.

“NO--”

~

In the end, Yuuji may not have anything to eat for the next two weeks, but it was totally worth it.

He managed to convince Megumi to lend him some money.

#jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori x jennifer lawrence #yuuji itadori x y/n #yuuji itadori x you #jjk yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori jjk #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuuji itadori x oc #yuji itadori x oc #yuji itadori x jennifer lawrence #jennifer lawrence #x-men #petra ral is nobaara #nobara kugisaki #megumi jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #yuuji jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #comicon #hunger games

[shewhowantsmouseears]

morgwing meet-up messy drabble

My year-long-fic-break has been slightly broken, but don’t expect too much. I had enough brain juice in me to write this 3 page silliness.

Still riding the high from @queenie-draws-stuff ‘s rad Morgana redesign, I decided to write a potential “how they met” deal, combining the original Fungus Amongus quotes/situation with Queenie’s Goth Rock set-up.

Additional notes now I think of them before jumping right to what is basically “mel enjoys writing simps”

The Band uses a We Will Rock You style song (been listening to this cover) to hypnotize her fans into attacking Darkwing and the gang.

Halestorm’s cover of Bad Romance is definitely suitable for attacking and flirting with Darkwing at the same time.

At one point, Darkwing gets her guitar away from her and he’s confident “Ahaha! Now that I’ve taken away your magic, you’re helpless!” And Morgana smiles... then bursts into cackles. “Oh, Dark Darling... my guitar isn’t the source of my power. It’s merely a conduit.” (”a... a what”) “In other words...” her hands and eyes glow. “It’s time for the encore, baby.”

OKAY TIME FOR THE SHORT WRITTEN THING ITSELF

In hindsight, this wasn’t the best plan, but in his defense, it worked all the time on a TV show he’d watched as a child. Darkwing paused to think about that train of logic, and pondered if perhaps he should stop trying to plan his investigations that way and instead follow his own instincts next time.

 “OWWWWW BONES DO NOT BEND THAT WAY!”

 If there was a next time. He had assumed the whole goth rock mutant monster image was just that, an image. The guy with two heads, the girl with one eye, the behemoth of a drummer? All of it was just costumes and acting! So when announced his presence in his typical overly dramatic fashion, he assumed they would cower in fear before offering their assistance. Instead, they had jumped him and were now holding his arms behind his back and threatening to tie his limbs into knots. As he continued to squirm in place, he once more tried to plead his innocence.

 “I’m here to HELP!” He cried out, nervously noticing the two-headed terror cracking his knuckles while the one-eyed wonder was pulling out various sharp instruments from her purse, and they definitely weren’t the musical kind. “I was just looking for clues! You know those robberies that have been happening around here, right?! There’s a connection between them and your band!”

 “And now we’re about to disconnect your head from your neck!” Said the left head, and the right headed nodded vigorously.

 Darkwing winced, as the others advanced on him, the grip on his arms tightening. If this was his last day on earth, he really wished his last words to Gosalyn hadn’t been “Remember to run the dishwasher after homework.” He closed his eyes, his brain struggling to think of how to get him out of this sticky situation…

 “HEY!” A sharp - yet familiar – voice broke through the scene. “What’s going on here?! We do not treat our fans this way! Put him down!”

 It took less than a second for Darkwing to recognize the voice – this was the singer of the band, after all. When Gosalyn had showed him the link to her new favorite indie band, Darkwing had taken a compulsory listen without paying attention to the visuals, as he was busy trying to pin down the strange case of robberies where the victims couldn’t remember being robbed at all. The singer was definitely talented, a strong but sultry voice that Darkwing certainly wouldn’t have minded listening to on a loop. But it’d been also terribly distracting, so he hadn’t tried to give the music video any attention. Once again, this proved to have been not the best idea in hindsight.

 Because then he would have prepared for the absolute bombshell that walked through the curtains.

 Darkwing opened one eye to see his savior, and then both eyes were not only open, but they were also quite wide in shock. The woman in question was a leggy stunner, her black and white hair parted over one side and trailing down her eerily pale feathers like a shadowy walk lit by moonlit. Sharp green eyes pierced right through his heart, analyzing him as he stood there in a slack-jawed stupor. She adjusted her blood-red guitar over her back, the crimson and black spider-web outfit giving him the feeling he’d be the fly that eagerly walked into this parlor any day. She rested one hand on her hip, and snapped her fingers – even her nails were unique – long, sharp, yellow, and deadly.

 Darkwing had no more time to realize he had a type and she was it when he was let go and dropped to the floor. As he scrambled to get up and dust himself off, the one-eyed woman huffed. “We caught this weirdo sneaking around here, Morgana.”

 Morgana held up a hand, signaling for silence. “I got this, Cornea.” She looked Darkwing up and down once more before smiling in amusement. “I believe this is where you introduce yourself.” She offered her hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, mister…?”

 “D-Dingwing Dork.”  Darkwing sputtered, his palm feeling incredibly sweaty in her delicate hand. He was quick to realize his mistake, yelped, and fumbled with his hands and hat as he tried to make his brain calm down. “DARK! Darkwing Duck! Dark-Darkwing Duck.” After a hard throat clear, he tried to pretend he hadn’t made an absolute fool of himself several times, tipping his hat politely, doing a gentlemanly bow, and ignoring the various eyerolls of the other band-mates. “At your service.”

 “What an unusual name,” Morgana commented, lightly tilting his beak up with one of her fingers, closing the gap between them for a few but very, very personal seconds. “But then you appear to be very unusual… I like that.” When she pulled away, it was a sheer miracle Darkwing didn’t fall forward, though he certainly leaned in enough to make it a close call. “We were just wrapping up rehearsal. We want to close up shop early, what with all those midnight robberies going on.”

 Darkwing stopped for a second, befuddled. “Hang on. How did you know they were midnight robberies?” He was fairly certain that was something the press hadn’t leaked, and he’d only just figured out the timeline a day before.

 Morgana froze in place – eyes quickly shooting to her fellow players – before rolling her shoulders, readjusting her guitar so that it slid back into her arms. “I… deduced it.”

 Maybe if Launchpad and Gosalyn were there – the former to ask more questions, the latter to smack some sense into him – Darkwing would have taken greater notice of that lengthy pause. Instead? She deduced it, he thought, his heart doing cartwheels. My kinda woman. Despite his clear problematic infatuation, his brain did have enough cells left to ask another important question. “Isn’t it kind of… peculiar… to hold a rehearsal this late?”

 Morgana plucked a few notes off her guitar, walking back onto the front of the stage, the curtains now perfectly parted to show the moon shining down from the ceiling – the venue, such as it was, had certainly seen better days. But now the various holes above seemed to be an improvement rather than something that needed fixing. “I enjoy the night,” she answered, and then playfully added, “Besides, the sun is so harsh on my skin.”

 “You know…” Darkwing casually strolled up to Morgana’s side, his previous predicament forgotten already, “I’m something of a creature of the night myself.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

 Morgana chuckled quietly. “I bet we have a lot in common, Darkwing. In fact…” She lightly nudged the guitar’s neck into Darkwing’s actual neck, enjoying the audible tiny ‘eep’ his flustered mouth made. “I bet we could make beautiful music together.”

#morgana mccawber #darkwing duck #morgwing #i'm sorry for bothering you queenie #but its your own fault for making such a rad morgana #and yes I have the fungus quotes memorized #i have watched that episode TOO MANY TIMES

[redqueen-hypothesis]

bare ➳ lucien (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x lucien xu (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 2199

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: lucien treats you to a bath after a long day at work.

It’s been a long day.

Your feet hurt with each step you take, usually heels don’t take this much of a toll on you since you have emergency slippers that you put on at the office, but today had consisted solely of running around the LFG’s company building - from sweet talking investors and executives to attending budget meetings. If your toes could speak, they’d be crying right now.

Almost stumbling into the lift of your apartment building, you shift uncomfortably on your feet as the elevator ascends. Your headache only climbs with the height, the momentary lapse in action increasingly filling your mind with things that you need to finish by this weekend. A groan escapes you at the mental to do list that only seems to grow, and you reach the door of your apartment feeling more weary than when you’d first left the office.

There’s one positive to coming home, though.

Unlocking the door, you open it and are greeted with your favourite sight in the world: Lucien lounging on the sofa in a pair of comfortable black sweats and a white cable knit sweater, reading glasses perched on his nose and eyes intently focused on a book in his hand. You lean against the door frame for a moment to appreciate the view, a warm smile spreading over your face.

Lucien notices you far too soon, almost instantly, and the enrapt expression on his face melts into a tender smile in a mere second. He sets his book to the side, rising to his feet and crossing the room so that he can welcome you back home properly.

“You’ve had a long day.” The low hum of Lucien’s voice is music to your ears, and you nod, tilting your head up. Fingertips gently stroke your cheeks for a brief moment before he dips down to capture your lips in a soft, demure kiss. “Do you want me to run a bath for you?”

You shake your head, pressing your face into his shoulder. The fabric of his sweater is a soft wool and the fuzz tickles your nose lightly. He smells of the lavender scented fabric softener that the two of you use, and that makes you smile a silly smile. It smells like home.

Reluctantly, you pull your face away from the soft comfort of his sweater to shake your head, although you’re loathe to remove those firm arms wrapped gently around your waist. “No, I have a lot of work to get to, and I should probably get started on it tonight. Just turn on the heater for me, please?”

Lucien tilts his head to the side slightly, lips brushing your temple. “If you say so.” He finally says, but he sounds a tad reluctant. Lucien must be worried about your well being.

“I promise I’m not overworking myself.” You tell him earnestly, rocking back and forth comfortably in his embrace. His soft violet eyes peer into yours thoughtfully, studying your face. “It’s just a busy week for the company, since a lot of foreign business partners for the LFG have flown in. They’ll be gone by next week.”

“Hmm.” The pad of his thumb traces the dark circles under your eyes, painting care and concern over your skin. “Well, I suppose I can be patient another week. I don’t like coming home before you.”

You frown, glancing up at him. “Why not? Isn’t it nice to get home early and get to rest a little more?” You poke him int he chest playfully. “You, sir, work far too hard.”

Lucien nuzzles your nose with his, and you let out a tiny ‘eep’ of muffled giggles, his breath hot against your lips. “Because you’re not there to welcome me back. I like it more when you’re here.”

A pink blush tingles along your cheeks. You’ve never quite dulled yourself to Lucien’s honeyed tongue. “So sappy,” you mumble, pressing another kiss to the tip of his nose. His eyelashes flutter. “Now you understand how I feel. Come home earlier next time, won’t you?”

Lucien nods seriously. “Of course. I wouldn’t think of putting you through such torture again.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms tightening around you as if he doesn’t want to let you go. You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his breath hitting bare skin, and swat lightly at his shoulder.

“Don’t put your face there! I haven’t showered and I stink.” You scold, extricating yourself from his grasp. You’re far from willing to leave Lucien’s arms, of course, but you simply have too much on your plate this weekend. “Help me turn on the water heater, thanks!”

Lucien sighs with a fond smile on his face. “Hardworking little fool.” He chides, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead before he heads for the bathroom. “Don’t work too hard, okay?”

Giggling, you slip your heels off and pad quietly into your shared room, pulling out a fresh change of clothes. Briefly, you consider picking up some ointment to soothe the ache in your ankles and toes, but then decide against it - you need to get to work as fast as possible. You can pamper yourself next week after the investors leave.

Turning around, you step out of the bedroom and are surprised to hear the sound of running water, a pleasant scent drifting lazily through the air. Curious, you tiptoe to the bathroom and poke your head in, only for a towel to be tossed over your head.

“Lucien, I thought I told you to turn on the heater for me, not draw a bath-” You start but Lucien picks you up by the waist before you can finish your sentence. You squeal, nearly dropping all of your clothes. Gently, he sets you on the ledge of the bathtub, lifting the towel off your head so that you can see once more.

“You should take tonight to rest and recharge, before you tackle your work with a clear mind tomorrow.” Lucien explains, busying himself with swirling the water in the tub; presumably mixing something into it. “You’ll work faster, and you’ll make less errors with your work, am I right?”

You pout, knowing full well that he’s right. “Well, you’re not wrong...”

In the corner of the bathroom he’s lit an scented candle, and you can see a couple bottles of essential oils sitting on the counter. Lucien turns to card his fingers through your hair, eyes tender with affection and a satisfied smile on his face. The gentle pressure of his fingertips against your scalp has your eyes fluttering closed, enjoying his touch.

“Take off your clothes.”

You squint at him, trying to fight a smile of amusement. “It’s not like you to be so forward about this-”

“I was just about to tell you to get into the bath and relax, but I’m not opposed to other activities as well.” Lucien laughs, a clear sound in the small bathroom, dipping his hand into the water. “The temperature should be just right, I checked it earlier. Get in and I’ll massage your feet.”

You blink in surprise as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse. Lucien steps forward to help you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Why a massage?”

“You were shifting around on your feet a lot earlier, they must be sore.” Lucien explains simply, slipping the fabric of your blouse off. You shed the rest of your clothes easily and climb into the bath, letting out a moan of relief when the warm water laps against your skin. It’s almost like the warmth is leeching out the exhaustion from your limbs.

“Don’t make such noises, unless you want things to escalate.” Lucien warns you teasingly, sitting at the ledge of the bath. The water is scented with floral notes of jasmine and lavender, and you just want to sink into its warmth forever. “Give me your foot.”

Too blissed out to resist much further, you lift your leg out of the water and Lucien settles it in his lap, his hands slicked over with scented oil. One hand gripping your ankle, he begins to rub firm circles at the instep of your foot. “Is this alright?”

“Better than alright.” You sigh, resting your head against the back of the bath. This is the most relaxed you’ve felt in a long time, you realise. Lucien’s fingers move over your heel, rubbing with measured strength. “That feels good.”

Lucien lets out a long sigh. “I don’t understand why you must torture me so.” He says, but there’s a warm smile on his face as he continues working on your feet, easing the aching knots there. “You could buy shoes with lower heels, surely that would put less strain on your feet.”

“I haven’t had time to go shopping recently, and my last pair broke.” You tell him mournfully, and let out another soft groan when his thumb digs into the arch of your foot. “Ah, ah, ah. A little sensitive there.”

“Does it hurt?” His voice is gentled with concern, and you shake your head. “No, it feels good. Other foot?”

He takes it and begins working on it, the expression on his face shifting into one of contented focus, resembling the one he makes when he’s absorbed with work. While you enjoy watching him wear a peaceful, warm smile on his face, you also enjoy seeing him concentrate like this - to put it plainly, it’s attractive. You like that about him.

You find yourself dozing off, lulled into a sense of enveloping comfort at the warmth of the bath and Lucien’s skilled fingers. It’s not until a gentle, damp hand cups your cheek that you’re even aware you’ve nodded off in the first place. When you blink your eyes open, both your legs are in the water and Lucien is crouched next to you, chin resting on his arms as he watches you with a fond expression on his face. “Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

“No.” You let your eyes slip shut again, keeping them firmly shut. “I need a kiss from a handsome prince to wake me up.”

You hear a soft huff of laughter from Lucien next to you, before his lips dip down to touch yours, warm and plush. Soft hair tickles your nose and forehead. “Is this enough, princess?”

You nod, eyes twitching open a crack to see him rise to his feet. “I’ll leave you to wash up, then.”

A lazy hum escapes you. You don’t really want to leave the comfort of this tiny cocoon of warmth you and Lucien are enveloped in right now. Your hand reaches out, fingers fisting in the material of his sweater. “Is it okay if I ask you to spoil me?”

He takes your hand, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “The only question is whether you’d let me spoil you, darling.” You laugh sheepishly, remembering all of Lucien’s attempts to spoil you with affection. “Well, today’s different. Can you wash me?”

Lucien looks at you for a moment, before soft laughter suddenly spills form his chest. You blink up at him, confused. “Ahh, you’re truly a cruel woman, making me exercise all of this self control.”

You plant a trail of placating kisses along the underside of his jaw. “I’m sorry,” you say, not apologetic in the least. A smile settles on your face as you regard him.

Lucien sheds his clothes, before stepping into the bath behind you. You scoot over to give him some room, water swirling about, and when he’s seated, comfortably settle yourself between his legs. His chest is warm against your bare back, and his hands come up to embrace you tight, pulling you against him.

He cups some of the water from the bath, spilling it over your hair before he gathers a few pumps of shampoo in his palm, lathering it up. When his fingers sink into your hair, massaging gently, you let out a happy sigh and curl up against him, boneless. “You’re good at this.”

“Good at what?” His voice is soothing next to your ear, fingernails scratching lightly along your scalp. You let out a soft hum, trying to find the right words. “Well, not just at massaging or washing my hair. You’re good at... well, making me feel loved.”

“I should hope so, considering the fact that I love you very much.” He pulls a lock of wet hair behind your ear. “But thank you for the praise. I’ll keep it close to heart.”

“Lucien?”

“Yes?”

“I really don’t want to get out of this bath.” You tell him sheepishly, and he laughs, leaving a dollop of foam on your nose.

“You’ll get all pruney.” He warns, his arms tightening around you, but you can hear from the smile in his voice that he thinks the same as you do. Lucien’s arms wrap around you, dropping soft, open mouthed kisses along your bare shoulder. “But a short while wouldn’t hurt, I suppose.”

You close your eyes and rest against him again, bare skin to skin.

“I love you, Lu.”

Bare heart to heart.

“I love you too.”

#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc lucien #mr love lucien #mr love queen's choice #lucien #lucien xu #lucien fanfic

[obeyme-ladiesnight]

Diavolo : Menstrual cycles do not naturally come to beings like us, but under certain circumstances we can experience them. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’m a bit of a mess when I get them. I try to put on a brave face to the public then quickly escape back home to sob into a  cake. 

Barbatos : Hehe~ I must warn you to refrain form doing that, My Lady. Before you start adding to your waistline.

Diavolo : How cruel! Must you tease me when I’m most vulnerable.

Barbatos : I merely jest, My Lady. Though, I must say my experience is different. I can still carry on with my tasks without faltering.

Lucifer : I am the same. However, I do experience serious cramping from time to time, but I generally power through it just to get my work done. 

Diavolo : *Siiiiigh~* What a strong woman.

Lucifer : Diavolo please... 

Mammon : Mine never get that bad that I have to fight against it. That’s seriously sucky!

Asmo : Neither are mine, but I can handle any challenge womanhood throws at me! Hehe~

Satan : Hmmpf... 

Mammon : Hmm. You seem to be in a little bit of a sour mood there Satan. What’s wrong?

Asmo : Oh-hohoho~ Maybe she’s on her period! Satan dear gets the worse in my opinion. Her scary-bitchiness levels totally go through the roof!

Satan : You better stop talking... NOW.

Asmo : Eep! There it is!

Mammon : Easy there, Satan! Maybe you take notes from Levi.

Levi : Me? I merely shelter in place until it’s all over. I just don’t want to be seen at all when it happens. Uuuugh...

Beel : Hmm... Belphie kinda does the same. She tries to sleep off the worse of it.  

Belphie : Yeah. I do that, but I still feel grump about it anyway.. Your’re so lucky, Beel. Your regular exercising makes the experience manageable. 

Beel : True... But I still buy myself a cake to feel better about it.

Diavolo : Haha! You too?!

Luke : Hey Simeon... What are they talking about?

Simeon : Oh... Big girl stuff.

Solomon : Hold up. Does she really not know???

Simeon : Shhhhhhh~

#Obey Me #GenderBend #Group Answer #Text

[undertale-in-writing]

Undertale In Writing: Page 2

You feel as though years have passed while you stood there, staring at the flowers. Though it's only been one heavy moment.

You take a deep breath and kneel down to pluck a flower from the ground. You tuck it behind your ear. You stand and turn to gaze into the darkness. Something warm fills your chest, not entirely unlike when Flowey revealed your SOUL. Just to be sure, you look down. There's no glowing, only calm... fullness. Stubbornness. DETERMINATION.

You felt something like this when you woke up before, but it was uncertain, confused. Now, it's fully taken root. You turn and begin to follow the path you took previously. Not like there was any other path.

Flowey appears again in a blink of light. You take note this time. He seems to be glowing. It's magic. All magic has a slight glow, and all monsters have magic. I can't think of any flowers down here that glow like a monster, though; echo flowers glow, but those are bioluminescent. And he doesn't smell like a normal flower.

The familiar face is still for a moment, then he breaks into a grin. “Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! Hee hee hee...” He tilts his head slightly, humor in his voice now. “Why'd you make me introduce myself? It's rude to act like you don't know who I am. Someone ought to teach you proper manners.”

You frown, because you're still not sure what happened. He killed you, didn't he? Was he the reason you were placed back at the start? I feel like it's more than that, but how come he remembers you?

No time to dwell on it. The golden flower begins following the same script as before. He opens the battle stage, refers to your heart. “That's your SOUL,” he says, as if you hadn't heard this before. He introduces LOVE, and he pulls out his bullets. “Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white... 'friendliness pellets.'”

You frown. Why is he telling you all this again? You know it, and he knows that you know it, and he should see from your expression that you know he knows you know it. Your lips purse. You want to say something, but you can't bring yourself to speak in this moment. The energy required is currently being used to prepare for what comes next.

“Catch as many as you can!”

You jump the side. The bullets dart by you and dissipate in the air a few feet back.

Flowey's expression changes. He holds onto the smile, but now it's challenging. Almost taunting. “Hey, buddy, you missed them. Let's try again, okay?”

You ready yourself, mind racing over how you might get out of this. Maybe you can outlast him?

The bullets shoot into you, and this time you can hardly react. They make contact. Your heart pulses, your feet slide back an inch, there are holes in your sweater and blood and bruises and it hurts.

But you're not in pieces. The wounds are shallow. You try to stand tall in defiance, but there's a pain in your shoulder that makes you wince, and you realize that you're very weak.

Flowey laughs. His face contorts into an evil smile that frankly does not belong in 3D space. “You idiot,” he cackles.

Your mouth opens in protest; a sound comes out—a soft, “I'm not—!” but you have to clamp it shut. Your face reddens.

Flowey continues. His voice is different. Somehow, he's made it sound like he's speaking through a crackly intercom. He says, “In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this?”

A chill runs down your spine. This flower... isn't a monster. Monsters aren't like this. Monsters aren't evil.

“DIE!”

A ring of bullets form around you and come flying at your tiny torso. All you can do is yelp and curl into yourself. You're going to die again. You're going to hurt again. He's going to tear you apart.

There's a crackling sound, and a fwoosh. You glance up. A ball of white-hot fire hits the flower in the back of the head, and his roots are torn from the ground as he flies off into the darkness with a small “eep.”

Suddenly, you're alone. It's dark. You're confused. Disoriented.

Annoyance floods your brain. You'll probably be nonverbal all day now.

You push yourself to your feet, flinching when a shallow cut on your stomach pulls sideways. The battle stage is still there, but you can't feel Flowey's presence anymore. Something else looms from where the flame originated. Fiery red eyes bore into you from the darkness. A shape emerges, tall and fuzzy. A pair of small, sharp horns curl up from the top of a long-eared head. A snout exhales with annoyance.

You see the monster's dull claws at eye-height. The sleeves of a strangely familiar robe fall over one paw as it's drawn to the monster's hip.

“What a terrible creature,” she scolds, “torturing such a poor, innocent youth.”

Her voice is gentle. Familiar. Comforting. Motherly. You tilt your head again to look into her eyes, and she bends down to bring herself on your level. Now that you see her face head on, she doesn't look scary anymore. Her ears are soft and floppy, her horns small, her smile friendly, her eyes kind. She looks like a concerned goat mom, if goats were... What's the word..? Anthromorphic?

“Do not be afraid, my child,” she says softly. “I am Toriel, caretaker of The Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down.” She pauses, and you realize that the battle stage is gone. There's color in the world again, and your heart is in your chest where it belongs.

Toriel smiles and stands suddenly. “You are the first human to come here in a long time.” Her robe flows loosely as she reaches down with one paw. “Come! I will guide you through the catacombs.”

You don't take her paw. Toriel isn't fazed by this. She turns ninety degrees and gestures into the darkness. “This way.”

Page 1 — Page 3

 [End page]

We made this blog almost two years ago and never followed up, so here’s page 2. We’ll try to continue it indefinitely, even if it takes a while. It’s still very much something we’re interested in.

Rules:

This is an interactive Undertale adaptation, not an AU. All actions taken must fit into the game. Obviously I’m taking little liberties with the reset system, but nothing is changing. If you want your response to be included, it shouldn’t change the plot. It’s about informing a player character’s decisions and, to an extent, Frisk’s personality.

You don’t need to follow some kind of format or command system. Your response can be in a comment, a reblog, a reblog of another’s reblog, a comment continuing another’s comment… It can short or long. It can be a suggestion or a narration.

The readers, together, are the player character.

Some time will pass, and we will take all responses as a vote. Common actions will become “canon,” and the story will continue. Influential commenters will be tagged, and anything we directly quote will have credit immediately after the section.

Commenters last round: @thesuperduckling24​, @finallycrawledoutfromundermyrock​, @thepotatoreader, and @arireblogthat​

If threads form of various players writing out their own alternate timeline, that’s fine too! There are no restrictions in how you respond. No need to limit yourself to what you think I’ll write down.

Headcanons that we’re using to include as much flavor from the game as possible:

We’re running with the Chara as narrator interpretation, because the tone of the narration is a major part of the experience. It may come out more in the future, but we’ll never name them. We will also adhere to the canon that their personality going forward is influenced by the player character’s decisions.

The one thing we’ve decided about Frisk up front is that they are semi-verbal autistic. Nothing extra will be inserted; it’s just a framework we’re using because it’s a consistent guide to explain some very video-gamey behavior -- like the sparse implied dialogue, the fixation on smells, and apparent disregard for low HP. (We’re autistic ourselves and will be pulling from our experiences.)

I’m adding these under each page so that you can use these narrative frames if you want. Happy writing.

#undertale #toriel #frisk #flowey #the underground #undertale in writing #page 2

[fan-wicktion]

Sparrow - The Final Chapter (15)

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warnings: bad language, angst, smutttt

a/n: I am here to finish this. The final chapter!!! I’m so grateful to all of you for supporting me this whole time, even though I am so sporadic. ♥️

SUMMARY: You are an assassin who stole a kill from John Wick. You royally piss off the High Table during a trip, and Winston orders John to hunt you down and bring you back in order to kill you. John finds you (of course), and you both accidentally end up bonding a bit on your travels back to New York. A call from Winston breaks the daydream, and you attempt to escape John’s captivity. He catches you.

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John tosses you back in your room. Considering the circumstances, it might as well have been a prison cell. You couldn’t escape this building without him knowing. Even if you managed to flee, he would catch up to you eventually.

Seething, you stalk back and forth in the enclosed space, hot tears staining your face.

Paid for the whole fucking building, huh? Your eyes lock on the lamp by the bed. Shouldn’t be a problem if—CRASH! Your boot collides with the ceramic surface, sending shards everywhere. A strange thrill grips your stomach as you survey the wreckage. Rage.

You’re a wildcat caught in a trap. A tornado confined to a room. Who fuckin cares anymore?

A primal shriek of fury rips out of you and your fist breaks through the drywall. Panting, you shake the bits of wall off your knuckles and fondle the hilt of one of the knives strapped to your thigh.

“STUPID—” Thud. The blade embeds itself in the opposite wall.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“JOB—”

Thud.

“STUPID—”

Thud.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“RULES—”

Thud.

“STUPID—”

Thud.

“FUCKING—”

Thud.

“JOHN—” Your fingers wrap around air, and you realize you’ve run out of knives.

“GrrRRRRR!” Pulling at your hair, you give up.

Your body slumps onto the bed in physical and mental exhaustion. Weakly, you punch at a couple pillows before sobbing yourself to sleep.

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You refuse to look at John or speak to him at all on the ride to the airport, and the silent treatment continues on your flight. You sit as far away from him as possible, glaring out the window.

To his credit, John makes no attempt to interact with you…which is…fine…

Except you almost wish he would. Wish he would act upset at all, or angry even! Yell at you, fight with you, drag you in screaming or…or save you.

But he doesn’t do any of that. He just sits there silently at the front of the plane, hands in his lap. Doing nothing.

Fuckin asshole. I never should have trusted him. He never cared about me…he just wanted to bring me in. He—

A lump threatens at the back of your throat. No. I won’t cry anymore. Time to take it like a fucking man. You decide at that moment that there will be no hysterics, no crying or begging from you. You’d rather take a bullet to the brain with dignity than flounder like an apologizing idiot in front of Winston. Maybe even get a few wise-cracks in just to piss him off…

Plus, who knows. Maybe you’ll find a way out of it.

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The glow of the streetlights dance off the wet pavement in front of the Continental. Your sleek vehicle pulls up to the steps. You climb out behind John, the dull ache of acceptance sitting heavily in your chest. At the top of the stairs you pause, turning to look out over the city. Your home. Yeah, New York was a rat-infested hellhole sometimes…but it was your rat-infested hell hole. Ugh. Why’d I have to go and be a little shit head and get myself killed?

John catches your arm just as you’re turning towards the door. What’s this? Our daring escape?! He leans down and whispers in your ear:

“Trust me.”

What?! The click of cool metal around your wrists adds to your surprise.

“ExCUSE ME—??” So much for escaping into the sunset.

John jostles you through the door, and you do your best to walk gracefully while handcuffed. You can feel the eyes of a hundred assassins on you as you make your way through the lobby, a few wolf-whistles punctuating the light chuckling. You should be self conscious, but honestly? This is legendary. You manage to squeeze in a couple winks and bows as John drags you to the elevator. At least I’ll die a legend.

As the doors slide shut, you sneak a glance up at Mr. John Wick. His brown eyes are steely and staring straight ahead, jaw set menacingly. He seems so cold and aloof that you wonder if you were imagining things earlier. ‘Trust me’? What does that mean?

A shaky bundle of nerves forms in your chest, banging about your ribcage as the floor numbers fly by. It settles into a hard knot somewhere deep in your stomach.

Ding! The elevator stops.

Without looking at you, John grips your arm and steps through the threshold. You try not to stumble as he drags you forward. Your eyes lock on to a behemoth wooden desk. Oak? Maple? Why is this what I’m focusing on right now?! Shifting your gaze upwards, you see the short, grim figure of the man who wants you dead. Winston.

You lift your chin and stare down your nose at him.

“Hey there, big guy.”

John’s grip tightens fractionally around your bicep; Winston chuckles darkly.

“Ah, Sparrow. Always such a…joy…to see you. Couldn’t fly out of this one, could you?” He rounds the desk, leaning on it casually. A quick glance at John, and next thing you know you’re on your knees before him. You shift your weight slightly, cursing the handcuffs. If I could just—

The back of your head brushes the cool metal of the gun. Oh.

Every nerve in your body is aflame, screaming FIGHT OR FLIGHT? FIGHT OR FLIGHT? FIGHT? FLIGHT? SOMETHING? ANYTHING? Your fingers tremble as you realize there’s no way out. Nowhere to run that you wouldn’t be found. No safety. No life. No options.

“You know, John volunteered to do this. Said he’s really enjoy finally putting an end to all of your nonsense. Ha! I can only imagine the trouble you’ve put him through. I would feel bad but, well, he deserves it.” He laughs, taking a sip of his expensive-ass liquor.

Volunteered? You swallow the lump in your throat and glare up at Winston. “So, you didn’t like what you saw, hm? Why don’t we recreate my little photoshoot, just you and me?” And the bullet to seal the deal.

He scoffs. “Sweetheart, there are rules. And they must be followed. I don’t need unprofessional amateurs sullying the craft. The behavior you displayed cannot be tolerated by me or the high table. It is necessary for me to uphold these traditions, or we will crumble into a band of mediocre thugs. This is much more than just a photo, darling.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, fuck off. You just wanted to see me on my knees I bet.”

Winston doesn’t acknowledge you, looking at John instead. “Good lord, is she always like this? I see why you wanted to off her yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickle with angry tears. Angry with Winston, angry with John, angry with yourself. How could I let this happen? How could I trust—

Trust?

“Go ahead then, whenever you’re ready Mr. Wick.”

Wait—

The safety comes off with a sickening click.

You feel the air move behind your scalp. You throw yourself out of the way just in time to watch John step around you, leveling the barrel of his gun at Winston’s forehead.

Winston slowly sets down his glass, raising his hands slightly in surrender.

“John, what’s this? Don’t tell me—”

“Listen to me.” John’s voice is low and menacing. “I’m done. I want out. I’m sick of living like this. I want a life, do you hear me?” You can practically hear how hard he’s clenching his jaw.

“Well I hardly think—”

“I SAID, do you hear me?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’m buying my freedom. And hers. I think you oughta comply.” He kicks a heavy briefcase over to Winston and it jingles ominously. Gold coins? Holy shit— “Let’s not forget all I have done for you.”

Winston takes his time staring at the case, then locks eyes with John, seemingly weighing his options. On one hand, he had all the power. He could refuse. On the other…was John Wick. The Baba Yaga. The angel of death himself.

He sighs. “Have it your way John. We’ll see if it sticks this time. I’ll speak with the High Table.”

You feel your entire body melt with relief, muscles you didn’t realize you were clenching quivering in release. John eyes Winston critically, then stoops to pull you to your feet.

“Hey, I—” You try to form a sentence to thank him, but the words won’t come.

“Don’t,” he grunts.

Glancing at Winston, you have the urge to stick out your tongue and gloat, but decide not to press your luck. You nod at him and follow John out the door.

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John strides towards the sleek Mustang waiting at the curb. Unsure, you trail behind. Is he expecting me to like, go home?

Judging by the look he gives you as he yanks open the driver’s side door, you guess you’re supposed to get in. Is he mad? He looks kinda mad…

You climb in to the passenger seat, noting his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“My apartment’s right around the co—EEP!” Suddenly, you find yourself in the backseat. How did—

John’s frame looms above you. He leans down, so close his beard tickles your cheek. One hand snakes up to grip your jaw.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” he turns your face towards his, and locks eyes with you for the first time in over 24 hours. Raw need grips your core as his animal desire envelopes your mind. Grabbing fist-fulls of his sleek hair, you pull him towards you. Your teeth crash together in a desperate kiss, hands hungrily undoing belts, buttons.

“Think you can handle this, sweetheart?” A cocky grin interrupts you tugging his bottom lip.

“You’re on, old man.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you and slides his hand down the front of your underwear. The pads of his fingers glide over your soaking slit, and a low groan escapes his lips. You yelp as he tears your undergarments off completely, shoving your pants down around your ankles. You’ve managed to free him of his pants as well, and gasp as you unveil his throbbing cock.

You start pulling him towards your entrance, but John snatches your wrists and pins them above your head roughly. He holds them there as he grasps his length.

“No, baby. After all you’ve put me through? I’m in charge.” He lines up and thrusts into you abruptly, causing you both to moan loudly. “Fuuuckkk.”

After all this time waiting, fantasizing, pining over and hating him, feeling John Wick fill you up with his thick cock was nearly too much to handle. You could feel every vein, every inch of his dick against your walls, stretching you out.

The long-held tension between you snaps, and you’re all over each other. He pounds you into the back seat of his car mercilessly, pinning you with one arm, the other alternating between slapping your ass and fingering your mouth. You wail and moan, crying his name over and over as spit coats his fingers and your own face, and your wetness coats his cock. The entire Mustang is rocking, windows steaming up, and you know—you know—people can see exactly what’s going down. You don’t care. Somehow, knowing the entire Continental is watching John Wick fuck your brains out makes this entire situation a thousand times hotter.

John takes his spit-coated thumb and begins rubbing quick circles over your clit. The building heat in your core intensifies, sending you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, and you feel yourself clenching around his girth. John growls with pleasure, bearing down and increasing his speed. His hand finds its way back up your body and around your neck as he chases his own climax.

The pleasure of your orgasm and the lack of oxygen makes you see stars. John pulls you into a filthy kiss, and you climax again. Your throbbing hole sends him over the edge, and you feel his warm cum fill you up. He nips at your neck playfully while you both lay there, panting.

“I was going to wait until we got home, but I couldn’t fucking resist any longer. You drive me so crazy that I think I hate you,” John mumbles in your ear. You grin mischievously.

“Hate me enough to fuck me harder next time?”

He yanks your head back by your hair. “Fuck you. You know I’ll destroy you.”

John slides his length out of you with a groan, admiring the slow leak of cum from your pussy. He pulls up your pants, sternly ordering you to keep his seed inside you for the ride back to his place. You both emerge from the back of the car very ruffled, and you nod at the doormen cheekily as you climb in the passenger seat once more.

You gaze at John as he speeds homeward, his cum leaking down your leg, and can’t help but think your future seems pretty damn bright.

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[mc-lukanette]

Winter Wearing Out

Marinette snuck aboard the Liberty with careful steps, carrying the package in her arms as if it were glass. She watched where she moved, fearing that any missteps would cause a creak—or worse, a board breaking—that would surely alert anyone below.

"Anyone" meaning one person specifically, who Marinette certainly didn't want to see.

She went as quietly down the stairs as possible, her eyes shifting about and checking for anyone who may've been around. She slowly began to traverse the rooms, ensuring that the "braid tornado" wasn't around to see her.

The coast was clear. Luka and Juleka's room was right there. All she had to do was—

"Aye! What've ya got there, lass?"

Marinette straightened, the motion causing her package to be sent just slightly into the air. She flailed, letting out a variety of incomprehensible noises as she swiped at the package. With some fumbling, she managed to return it to its original position in her arms, but that didn't stop her blood from going cold as she whipped around to see Anarka standing behind her.

"Oh! Uh—t-this old thing?" she asked, grabbing hold of the flap of her jacket. "J-just my usual. I designed it myself. Comfortable, yet stylish. Honestly though, I wanted to go for something a little more—"

"The box, matey," Anarka interrupted, now staring down at Marinette with skepticism.

"O-oh, right!" Marinette exclaimed while simultaneously choking on her own nerves. "The box! This box! The box in my hands! Of course! What else could you have possibly meant?"

She cleared her throat. "W-well, you see—um—this box is—well—for messes!"

Anarka tilted her head. "Messes?"

"Y-yeah! You always talk about chaos and how it never hurt, so—uh—" Marinette clutched the box close, afraid that Anarka might've snatched it up at any moment, just like any of the other packages she'd tried to bring onto the ship. "—Luka and Juleka's room is always so neat and organized, so—I mean—I thought..."

Supporting the box with one hand, she very steadily slipped a hand inside, feeling around until she'd grabbed a wad of paper. Crunching it further in her hand, she pulled it out and threw it haphazardly into the air.

Anarka's eyes followed it. It soared upwards, came back down, then hit Marinette's head before sliding off and ungracefully landing on the floor.

Marinette looked at it, then at Anarka, then grinned sheepishly. "Y-you see? A mess! Sooooo..."

Anarka stared at her, unblinking.

Marinette could feel herself start to sweat. This woman was going to take her box yet again. She was going to make her walk the plank, then walk the plank a second time for good measure. This was how Marinette was going to die, eternally forbidden from seeing any of the Couffaines ever again as she drowned in the Seine and the sea of her own axie—"

"Sounds like quite the plan you have there, lass!"

Marinette froze, then blinked. She glanced up at Anarka in disbelief. "Wh—really?"

Anarka winked. "Y'have fun then. My kids seem to trust ya fine, so I will too."

She walked away. She actually walked away, leaving Marinette to herself.

Marinette didn't breathe for a good few seconds, unable to fathom that Anarka had actually given her the go-ahead. Her legs still shaking, she turned and started to head to Luka and Juleka's room, her gaze lingering on where Anarka had gone.

She bumped into something. At first, she thought she'd just missed the doorway, but upon looking, she saw—

"Eep!" Marinette staggered back, though managed not to fumble with the box this time. "Luka! Oh my gosh—I'm sorry—I just—"

"Hello, Marinette," he greeted with an unphased smile. "It's okay. I just thought I might've had to step in for a little there."

So he saw that. Well, it was embarrassing, but honestly, after everything with Adrien, Marinette had become numb to the smaller things.

She let out a breath, hunching over slightly. "Good. Thank you." She paused, then stepped towards him. Impassively, she murmured, "Hold this, please."

Luka turned out of her way, letting Marinette pass as he took the box that she'd given him. He watched as she wandered almost aimlessly into the room.

She placed a hand on his bed for support, then slowly let her legs give out as she sunk down to the floor. She laid there, motionlessly, and exhaled a long, drawn-out groan.

Luka giggled, careful not to step on Marinette as he walked over to his bed and set the box on it. "Was that a... C?"

"I don't know," she murmured into the floor. "I'm not good with notes like you are."

Slowly, she turned her head to him. He extended his hand to her, which she graciously took as he helped her back up.

"Your pitch was perfect though," he complimented with a teasing smile. As she dusted herself off, he turned his attention back to the box. "So, what's actually in this?"

Marinette smiled, turning to the box as she took the lid off. "Well~"

She reached inside, pulling out multiple wads of paper and setting them aside. She could never be too careful with Anarka, she figured.

Finally, she lifted out a large black-and-white jacket and presented it to him. There was a white Jagged Stone symbol right on the left chest pocket.

Luka grinned, taking hold of one of the sleeves and feeling it. "It's warm," he said. "Where you'd get it?"

"I made it."

Suddenly, Luka froze, now staring at the jacket with what seemed to be a completely different mindset. "You—?"

Marinette blushed. "I was afraid that Anarka was going to look inside and toss them out if she saw that they were winter wear, so—" She draped the jacket over her arm and gestured to it. "—I call it 'Winter Line in Disguise!' They look like regular old clothes that you could wear at any time, but they're actually super warm!"

She turned back to the bed and laid the jacket down on it, completely unaware that the actually "super warm" thing right now was Luka's face. He was blushing red, looking at the jacket with a mixture of surprise and awe. Marinette had certainly made them things before, but nothing as extensive and complex as this.

Marinette continued, "I have pants and hats in here too! I wanted to make sure you and Juleka would be warm enough once winter came around. I have some experimental stuff for Anarka here as well, but she doesn't have to know it's from me." She chuckled. "I figured she wouldn't be able to tell they were winter clothes anyway - that's the idea of this line, after all - but with all her talk about how, 'Yar, we Couffaines brave the cold, there's no need for that thick, constricting prissy stuff here!', I knew I couldn't be too careful."

She paused, perhaps waiting to see what Luka's reply would be. When there was nothing, she turned to him, finally taking note of the silent fascination he seemed to have with the jacket.

"U-um, Luka?" she called shyly, worried that something was wrong.

He glanced up at her, snapping out of his trance, then shook his head. "Marinette, you—" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, but couldn't shake his smile. "—you didn't have to—"

"I didn't," she confirmed, "but I wanted to." She stared fondly down at the jacket, running her hand along it. "Designing fashion and seeing the reaction people have to it... they're some of my happiest moments. You guys deserve to be warm this winter, so it was a no-brainer."

She looked back at him, but blushed just by the expression on his face alone. He was staring at her, eyes vibrant, as if she was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard.

Though, given what he'd said to her during the "Silencer incident", maybe that wasn't far off.

Luka reached over to the jacket, trailing his fingers along the Jagged Stone symbol. "Could you make this a Marinette symbol instead?" he asked. "How else will I tell people that it's yours?"

She blushed deeper. Luka was so unfair sometimes. "W-well, actually, my name's already on it."

She lifted the cuff of the jacket, the end having a rim of white that seemed to spiral down into a fancy pattern. When looked at a particular way, one could notice the name "Marinette" sewn across it.

Luka grinned, even letting out a laugh. "Of course."

"O-of course?" she asked, wondering if maybe he'd heard about her tendency to sign her work.

He turned to her, gaze fond. "You're amazing, Marinette."

She stiffened, then averted her gaze, trying to keep her heart from combusting on the spot. They were just some clothes! It was no big deal!

But... to him, it clearly was, and she couldn't just stand there with him looking at her like that.

She met his gaze for just a moment, then rushed forward, plowing into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. She didn't know exactly what she was doing; she just didn't want him to see her face so red.

This was worse, honestly. Luka didn't need a special jacket to be so warm; he was warm naturally.

After a moment of hesitance, she felt Luka hug her back. She squeaked, burying her face further into him as if it would help the situation.

It didn't.

She heard him take a breath, her mind was already racing with what he was about to say. "Marinette—"

"I'm—!" she cut him off shyly. "I'm—um..." She nestled closer to him, muttering into his chest, "I'm glad you like them, Luka."

She heard and felt his chuckle, the vibration making her heart pound.

"I love them, Marinette." 

#type: story #story: oneshot #Flower Arrangement Shipping #((In which Marinette just wants the Couffaines to be warm for the winter.)) #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

[ultrakart]

A (senti)bug’s life (part 5)

(Part 1, Part 4) (AO3 links coming soon!)

The Dupain-Chengs (plus Bugette) had moved to the kitchen, and Bugette was sat at the counter in front of a plate of croissants which she was busy tearing into. Marinette stood to her side and had a hand on her shoulder.

“Let me get this straight,“ Tom Dupain pinched the bridge of his nose. “You left to meet with Alya, but ran into an akuma instead.”

“Correct.“ Marinette nodded.

“And this akuma had the ability to... clone people?“ He glanced over at “Bridgette“.

“Yes! You got it.“ Marinette clapped her hands in front of her. “She was a... biologist! And she was having the worst luck with her cloning experiments.“ She gave an unconvincing smile to her parents.

Tom stepped back and put a hand to his chin in thought. Sabine had her arms crossed, trying to find the right words to say.

Marinette looked between her parents. They don’t seem mad, just confused. This is a good start.

“There’s something I don’t understand,“ Sabine finally spoke up. She moved to the side of the counter where Bridgette was sat, mentally noting that Bridgette had almost polished off the plate of croissants. “Why didn’t we see the akuma on the news?“

Marinette’s breath caught. So much for a good start. Okay, don’t panic. I can save myself from this.

“Um... the news people were...” she trailed off. “They didn’t see the akuma because everyone was...?” She glanced down at Bugette to avoid the gaze of her parents.

Bugette paused her munching when she felt eyes on her and looked back up at Marinette. She swallowed her bite before speaking.

“They were distracted?“ Bugette offered.

Marinette slowly turned her head upwards.

“Ex...actly! The akuma was sent out at the same time Mayura showed up. All the news cameras were distracted by her and nobody paid attention to the akuma. After she fled, Ladybug and Chat Noir made quick work of the akuma before anyone noticed. Well, not before the akuma noticed me. And...“

Marinette gestured with both hands towards Bugette, who had resumed her munching.

Neither Tom nor Sabine knew what to say. The silence was beginning to feel unbearable for Marinette.

Marinette gave her parents a winning smile. Bugette burped.

“Goodness, sweetie,“ Sabine laughed and put a hand on Bugette’s shoulder. “Would you like more?“

“Yes, please!“

Tom crossed his arms and beamed at Bugette.

“Like I always say, my croissants are kid tested; kid approved!“

The tension seeped from Marinette’s shoulders. With a single word (well, a burp), Bugette had dispelled the awkwardness in the room. You deserve way more than just croissants for that save just now, she thought to herself. Thank you, Bugette.

Now that everyone felt at ease again, Marinette made her request:

“So... can Bug- er, Bridgette stay with us? She doesn’t have anywhere else to go.“ Marinette gave her parents her best pleading expression.

“Pleeeeease?“ Bugette mimicked Marinette.

Tom and Sabine gave each other a look, briefly having a silent conversation between themselves.

As expressive as Tom Dupain can be, Marinette was unable to read his face this time.

“Well,“ Sabine broke the silence and set a new plate in front of Bugette. “Tom always did dream of having twins.“ She smiled down at her.

Tom chuckled. “That I did!” He placed his own hand on Bugette’s other shoulder. “And we already feed half of Paris on a daily basis, so what’s one more? We’d be happy to let you stay here.”

Bugette looked between the two adults that had warmed up to her so quickly. She had known them for less than an hour, but they didn’t feel like strangers at all. In a convoluted way, Tom and Sabine are her parents.

“Are you my parents now? EEP!“

Tom scooped Bugette into his huge arms and crushed her in a hug.

“That we are!“ He spun around with Bugette still in his arms. “Welcome to the family, Bridgette.“

“Ah-“ Bugette flailed her arms while stuck in his grip. “Th-thank you...“

Bugette continued flailing her arms but stopped when Sabine and Marinette moved in to join the group hug. The newly expanded Dupain-Cheng family held each other close. For the first time in her short life, Bugette felt truly safe.

...

The moment was interrupted by the phone suddenly ringing.

“Call from Collège Françoise Dupont,“ a robotic voice announced.

Tom sighed and gently placed Bugette back on the ground. (She dusted herself off and began shuffling back to the plate of croissants) His anger flared up when he recalled the events from earlier that day, and the unfair punishment that the administrators had handed his daughter.

“This had better be good.“ He picked up the phone.

(To be continued)

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