#peach would have moved on eventually and come around

[pharawee]

"But he hurt me so badly. I don't want to feel like this anymore."

#bake me please #bake me please the series #guide kantapon #poom phuripan #guypeach #bakemepleaseedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #bl series #my edits. #just once i wish a bl would go the whole way and let a relationship end #because wtf was that whole episode shin #you're mean and dismissive and too damn proud #and you only reached out when peach lost the contest so you could be the better man #and then you'd rather have a heart attack instead of apologising #but the thing is if guy had waited and not overwhelmed peach with his (selfish) confession #peach would have moved on eventually and come around #(the filters in this show dull everyone's skin tones so badly and i'm struggling so hard to fix it 😭😭)

[southernbluebellereader]

Peach Pie and Cream

Jack Reacher x F! Southern Waitress Reader (Amazon TV show, Alan Ritchson)

Warning: Some fighting, suggestive descriptions, cutesy

Summary: Our giant man Reacher meets a charming young waitress :) and takes care of people ;)

Word Count: ~2,115 words

A/N: There will be a part 2 eventually lol

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“What can I get you, sugar?”

God, the way she called him “Sugar” practically dripped from her lip-gloss covered lips like hot honey. Her breasts threatening to spill out of her lacy unpadded bra - it’s dark color barely showing through her low-cut white top.

He knew not to look, he shouldn’t, he couldn’t.

But one peek wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t even seven-thirty in the morning when she’d walked over to him with a pen and a little notepad.

Reacher sat up, his body erect as she spoke so sweetly to him. His eyes quickly glanced at her bosom, then made eye contact with her, showing a crooked smile, “Good morning, what are your specials?”

Y/N gave him a small smile as she caught the flicker in his eyes as he lifted them to meet yours. “Our breakfast specials include the garlic biscuit sliders with chicken, sausage, or ham…” She leaned over slightly and pointed on the menu on the table at the various specials.

Y/N’s perfume smelled so sweet. Hints of peaches and vanilla.

No. He can’t be distracted. He had to meet Neagly later. 

He smiled as he looked back up at her, he didn’t hear half of what Y/N just said about the menu, just glancing at the worn out name tag that said her name. Her cheeks blushed slightly as he looked at her, the two of them were rather close.

Smiling at her, he asked, “I’ll have the garlic biscuit with the sausage special. Can I get extra bacon and a slice of your peach pie?”

“Yes, sir, you can. You want ice tea or coffee to drink?”

“Coffee is fine. Just black.”

She quickly glanced down at his large and firm chest and then back up at his eyes. He smirked even more.

Y/N bit her lower lip and then stood upright, writing his order down, “Sure thing, honey. I’ll be right back in a few.”

And those few minutes took an eternity. Reacher’s thighs began to itch as he watched her walk back to the back counter, leaning over so she could give the chef his order through the heating lamps, blushing in playful annoyance, with the cook winking and pursed lips, making kissing noises at her until she rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head.

He barely knew her but the sight of the cook irritated him. That’s no way to treat you - even if it was banter between coworkers. He’d been in town for merely a few hours.

He tried to look away. He really did. But the way her hips swayed and her chest moved, her apron tight and snug around her waist, her soft body spilling out from the sides of the apron and the top of her jeans. Every time she stood by a table to take an order, she always shifted her weight to her left, her left hip pushing out of the top of her jeans.

He always liked a full woman.

Chuckling to himself, he turned slightly to keep himself from boring holes on her ass. He glanced out the window but was thankfully disturbed by the smell of her and the food he ordered.

“Here we got today’s special with extra bacon and a cup o’joe, hot and ready just for you, honey. I’m all out of peach pie but I got one coming out of the oven any secon’ now. You want some ice cream with that pie?” She laid his food down gently, he gave you a grin and thanked you, “Careful, plate’s hot, honey.”

“Ice cream would hurt my teeth but I’ll take it since you suggested it.” Reacher caught her blush. 

“I’ll make a note of it. Enjoy your food and let me know if ya need anything, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled and picked up his utensils.

She winked at him and walked away, picking up a pot of coffee to replenish cups of other patrons and swatting away advances from men in their sixties on her way back to the back counter.

After a while, Y/N walked back with a plate of peach pie covered in a large scoop of vanilla ice cream and placed it in front of him.

“One large piece of fresh peach pie with a heaping scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream for the gentleman,” She said cheerfully and replenished his coffee.

He couldn’t help but smile at her, “Why on earth would you work here?” He asked bluntly, but with a soft chuckle at the end.

“Well, I got bills to pay. Just like everyone else.” She chuckled. “You ain’t got no bills?”

God, he’d do anything to hear Y/N laugh again.

“No, I don’t.”

“No bills at all?” She shook your head slightly, smiling still, thinking he’s joking.

“I have no reason to lie.”

She stared at him, not quite sure if she actually believed him or not. Most of her customers told her a few wild things here and there. But no one around these parts looked quite like him.

He was a behemoth of a man standing taller than the green giant on a can of peas, bigger and more muscular than those lumberjacks on those Brawny paper towels. His one arm was probably the size of one of her soft and plush thighs that seemed to be restricted on those skinny jeans she’s wearing.

“Aight.” She chuckled again. Her name was called, and she glanced at a group of young men about your age who dog-whistled and hollered at her. Y/N turned back around to Reacher and forced a smile, “You enjoy your pie, sir, I’ll be back in a bit with your bill. Just holler if you need anything, yeah?”

“You know them?” Reacher suddenly turned serious. His attention was on those young men who banged on the table, demanding that she serve them.

“I-I’m sorry about them, I’ll tell them to quiet down in a minute. They’re just a little rowdy-“

“That’s not what I asked. Do you know them?” He asked again, looking up at her. Her demeanor changed. Embarrassment. She could pick out that pleather jacket out from a crowd. 

Blushing slightly in embarrassment, she answered, “I know one of them… that one in the sport’s jacket. The rest are his little friends. But I’ll tell them to-“

Before she could finish, Reacher stood up from his seat, his mere size making you gasp. She hadn’t realized how large he actually was until he stood up, she hadn’t seen him when he first walked in.

“Sir- please you don’t have to talk to them, what are you doin-“

“Your name is Y/N?”

“Y-Yes…” she clutched the handle of the coffee pot to make sure she didn’t drop it. He glanced down at her and gave her a half-smirk, “Just go stay behind the counter and put the coffee back on the machine so it doesn’t get cold.”

Not knowing what to think, Y/N did what he asked, the other waitresses following suit, other customers either staying in their seats or moving away as they watched Reacher walk up to the group of rowdy young men who still tried to get your attention.

He grabbed a chair and sat it by the edge of the table and sat down. Even sitting down, his large body frame towered over them. He didn’t say anything at first but looked at them smugly for a moment as they all stared at him. 

The main culprit looked like he had a vein about to pop out of his forehead, “Can I help you?”

“Any reason you need Y/N to help you?”

“She’s a waitress, and I’ve been trying to get her number for a hot minute - she works here, of course she’s going to serve us.” He scoffed.

“I don’t appreciate you calling her over like she’s a dog, Pleather.”

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“This will just sting a little-“

“Y/N, I’m fine-“

“No you ain’t, Reacher. Your brow and your lip is all busted up and that one guy had a knife.” Y/N shook her head as she cleaned up his brow with some alcohol and then put a small bandage on his forehead.

Reacher smiled at her the whole time as he let her patch him up. She’d taken him off to the side. Moaning in the distance outside, incoherent cursing could be heard from the parking lot as the group of young men eventually stood up from the ground and made it back to their car. The main culprit was hanging out in the parking lot, looking through the window at Y/N and Reacher. He spit on the ground before finally going back to his car.

“But I’m serious, Reacher… you ain’t have to do that…” Once she finished, Y/N put the extra bandages back in the First Aid kit and looked at him with concern.

“Well, I did it anyway. And last I checked, you’re not a dog.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and then patted his shoulder. “You’re sweet. Sorry about your pie, the ice cream is all melted. I’ll get you a new one.”

“You eat that new one, I’ll eat mine.” Reacher was not one to waste food if he could help it - especially when trouble seemed to follow him. Smiling softly, she nodded and patted his shoulder before going back behind the counter and cutting her own slice of pie as Reacher walked back to his seat, waiting and watching as Y/N walked back and sat opposite of him.

Like teenagers, they couldn’t keep eye contact while trying to eat their peach pie.

“That was some military fightin’ back there, Reacher? Is it ok if I call you Reacher?” Y/N managed to muster out, clearing his throat and looking up at him.

Chuckling softly, Reacher nodded, “Yeah, I was in for a while.” He paused for a moment, watching her eat. The stories she must’ve heard from people. The restaurant was quiet again. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. “Jack is fine too.”

“Jack? That’s your first name?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Jack Reacher.” She said. She was quiet for a second as she examined him. Taking in his appearance. Committing him to memory. She sucked the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head. Savoring his name, as if she took a bite of him like she did that pie. The sweetness in her voice dripping from her lips as she said his whole name. Sweeter than the half-eaten peach pies sitting before them.

“I like it. Hard to forget a name like that. It’s different. You stayin’ here long, Jack?” She scooped the last bit of pie and placed the spoon face down on her tongue, sucking off whatever peach pie remnants were left on the spoon before placing the spoon on her plate.

Very few people’s opinions mattered to Reacher, he barely knew Y/N but it made him smile when she said his name and that she liked his name. It gave him an unusual feeling. Couldn’t help but wonder what peach pie would taste like when it’s on her tongue. 

“Just passing through.” He leaned back once he finished his slice of pie, admiring the woman in front of him. Her lipgloss still glistened. Her eyes sparkled. Her breasts barely contained in her bra.

“That’s unfortunate. I would’ve loved to see you again, Jack.” She smiled when she took notice of him admiring her. It was a different type of admiration. “Can I call you?”

“Don’t have a phone.”

“Can I send you a letter?”

“Don’t have an address.”

“Well, damn, how will I talk to you and get to know you when you leave? Will this be the last I see of Jack Reacher, the man who saved my life?”

“I’ll come back tonight.” Reacher chuckled, smirking at her.

Y/N chuckled and then leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table, making the softness in her breasts very obvious as they pressed up. “Is that so? Well, would you like me to tell you the dinner specials now or later?”

“What time to do you get off?”

“After dinner tonight. Would you like to join me for dinner?” 

“I should be asking you that.” Reacher mirrored her actions, leaning forward, his massive arms made of military grade steel rested on the table. Their faces were mere inches apart.

“Well, I asked first.”

Reacher wasn’t one to pursue women. But Y/N? From the little time he got to interact with her, he might hang around this little country town a little while longer.

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[ashdreams2023]

Could I suggest some headcannons with Loki dating a single mother 🩷Thank you 😊

Loki x single mother

You and Loki met during a event, you worked as a bartender for some extra money and he thought you were beautiful

He approached you and tried to buy you a drink which made you laugh because you’ll the be one making the drink and plus you couldn’t drink before heading home

"Can I have your name at least or should I just call you dove?"

He was charming or whatever so you gave in and chatted with him while working

Eventually you two met up again when your kid were being babysat or at school

You don’t tell him right away about your kid but at one point you had to let the cat out the bag because he was becoming a little concerned about you always choosing odd times to meet up and never invited him to your home

"I have a daughter, she’s six, she’s my whole world and I can’t move forward without-" "When am I meeting her?"

"You’re not disinterested?" "No? It’s your daughter why would I be disinterested about someone very dear to you?"

Your daughter was curious to say the least, she wanted to meet the person that’s been making her mommy so giggly and blush

You arrange a little meet up after you pick her up from school and the first thing she says to him when she sees him with you

"You’re pretty, are you mommy’s girlfriend?"

Loki laughed and assured you that it was actually a compliment and she can address without pronouns she sees fit, it never bothered him or her, whatever came because he knows kids mean no harm

Your daughter talks his ear off and surprisingly he doesn’t seem bothered by it not one bit

"You’re like a Disney princess?" "Even better because I’m real"

You had to physically separate the two when it was time to go home, she just wouldn’t let go!

"Loki has plans of his own need to go" "But I wanted to braid the pretty hair!"

"Next time child, now listen to your beautiful mother"

Your flowers now came in packs of two, well mora like one for you and a mini one with glitter for her

"How come she gets the glitter ones?" "Princess wear glitter, but queens stay simple"

He comes to your house with a new toy each time, you had to tell him to stop because you had no place for all of that he was making her spoiled

Your girl is now willingly choosing to spend her tae parties with him instead of because he’s a real princess

Loki doesn’t like to call her his stepdaughter or your daughter but "Where’s my little peach"

Will remember every detail your daughter says and gladly inform you of everything if you’re not around

Although in all honestly he wonder be wonderful, Loki has a special bond with children and if you had one he would treasure you both till the very end

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki fluff #loki layfeyson x reader #loki layfeyson x you #loki layfeyson imagine #loki friggachild #loki friggason

[jadeee]

Ambrosia

Help, I'm thinking of Nanami as a budding artist during the Renaissance and I can't deal 😵‍💫

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ things MDNI

When he sees you, he's blown away by your beauty. He's an artist so he studies every single detail of your face, which is why you see him daily.

He doesn't approach you at first. he studies you from afar and it works until his perfectionist side comes out. So, he musters up the courage to approach you. Of course, it's under false pretenses. He buys an apple from you then decides to buy more just so he can look at you a bit longer.

One day, you're not working and he's stunned. He doesn't know what to do. He's an artist so he should be able to draw from memory but he's a lover and he needs to see you.

The next day you're working, he approaches you and mentions your abscence. He uses the moment to his advantage — gathering the curves, dips, and lines by your cheeks, brows, and lips. He can't help but smile when you do and even more, he takes note of how different your face looks then: beautiful and familiar.

Eventually, you ask him what he's doing with that notebook of his and he shows you his sketches. He's careful to not show the ones of you though.

When you praise his work, his cheeks burn a crimson hue. His heart beats proudly in his chest when you ask him how long he's been drawing, if he works with paint or marble. He's had people ask him the same questions but he enjoys talking about his craft with you. Maybe it's the way your eyes light up or the smile that takes over your face.

This becomes a routine: Nanami standing by sketching people stopping into the shop and you when you're chatting with them, showing off fresh produce and telling them which ones they should get.

He's helping you close up the shop when he starts venting about frustrations for this new thing he's trying. You offer to help, like any good friend, and he freezes.

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"Why not?!" you chuckled as you placed the last peach into the wooden crate.

He studied your lips, ones he drew so frequently he'd know them on his. "It's," his hazel eyes glanced into yours "it's nudity."

"Oh," your brows jumped up an inch or two. That was a new expression he hadn't seen. Within seconds, he committed the image to memory.

"You really don't have to do that." he rushed to your side to lift the crate of peaches then lugged it inside. You fiddled with your fingertips as you trailed behind him.

"Is it full nudity? Or are you drawing..." you cleared your throat then looked around. When you saw that the shop was empty you quietly inquired "breasts?"

As you turned to face him, he accidentally clashed into you. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

His hands held you by your shoulders and he gazed into your eyes with pinched brows. his eyes scanned your lashes and the hairs of your eyebrows, have I ever been this close?

Without thinking, your hands rested on his forearm "I'm fine."

Your voice was a mere whisper while your eyes locked on his. The mix of produce you sold day in and day out along with the paper he religiously used for his work washed over you. Your chest rose and fell triple time. His eyes noticed how the fabric of your shirt moved with it, "Yes."

You scrunched your brows, "Pardon?"

"You asked if it was full nudity or breasts. It's both, so... yes."

Your breath hitched in your throat "I see..."

His hands relaxed on your shoulders but never left you. "You don't have to do this."

Your hands lightly squeezed his forearms then trailed up to his biceps, "I want to."

"We can start slow." Nanami set the pencil down on paper then approached you.

"What would you have me to do?"

Your eyes remained on him with each step he took toward you.

"Do you feel comfortable taking this off?" his fingertips touched the linen sleeve of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours which continued to bore into him. You nodded since your heart was lodged somewhere between your throat and thighs.

"Will you watch me?" the corner of your lip morphed into a smirk and he chuckled.

"Of course not." his fingertips brushed against your skin before turning his back to you.

Goosebumps pricked your skin once exposed to the air. Your blouse bunched at your hips. You bit the inside of your lips as you peered down at your chest.

"Ready?"

Your head popped up at the sound of his voice, "Mhm.. I mean, yes — just... don't laugh at me."

"Never. Why would I do that?" he faced forward with a smile at your request.

"I'm not sure." your laughter filled his studio.

"I can assure you, I would never laugh at you." he cast his eyes at the floor, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." you placed your hands in your lap then straightened your posture.

Color rushed to his cheeks as he faced you. He pressed his lips together as they dared to form a devilish smirk. The fabric of his pants suddenly feeling oh so tight. The urge to drop them and plunge into you without warning.

Your eyes focused on his knitted brow, set jaw, the hand that rested on his hip. "Am I not good enough?"

"What?" his eyes suddenly locked onto yours, brows raised in slight offense. "What did you say?" he took a step closer and you raised your head while maintaining your posture. "Am I not good enough?"

Your voice suddenly felt smaller as he stood inches away from you. His breath landing on your cheeks, eyes trying not to stare at how your bare chest was rising and falling because of him.

"You are perfect." the calluses of his fingertips touched your shoulder while the palm of his other hand rested on your hip. The touch alone made you gasp softly, causing you to bite your lip then glance at the floor.

"Look at me,"

Your eyes focused on his, which were filled with adoration.

"I can't sketch you looking at the floor. You're too beautiful for that." His hands carefully positioned you into place, the movement accompanied by his voice saying "just like that" and "drop your shoulder". As his hand traveled across you, you felt your hardened nipple brush against the back of his hand. You suppressed a moan, failing horribly, while Nanami held his breath still continuing as if nothing happened.

He let out the breath slowly by the second then felt the tenseness that remained in your muscles, "Just breathe, ready?" a small smile rested on his face as he squatted in front of you.

You were careful to not move since he spent the last few minutes getting you into position. You nodded and smiled down at him.

"Wonderful," he said softly. He stared at you for a moment before going back to his post. the room was silent as he sat at a distance sketching your form. Taking his time to fully admire you in silence and forever capture this moment in graphite and paper.

A few minutes had passed before he asked if you needed anything. You declined water and fruit but gladly accepted a break. Once he set down his pencil and paper, you stretched in your seat. When you rose to your feet to extend your arms past your head, your blouse folded over itself, hanging at your waist.

"You can put it back on if you'd like." Nanami started to turn away but froze at the sound of your voice.

"I'd rather not. I'm... comfortable around you."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"May I ask why the last model proved a challenge?"

He faced you, "She wasn't focused."

"And I am?"

"You listen."

"You mean I take orders?"

He smiled as he walked toward you. "What would you do if I said "yes"?" he saw the possibilities dancing around in your mind from the look in your eyes.

"Say it." you commanded.

He stood in front of you toe-to-toe. "yes."

Your fingertips sank into the waistband of his pants and pulled until he was flush against you. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them when you pressed your lips against his. A moan left his body as his knees started to buckle. He was slowly stepping forward and guiding you back to the chair you were in moments ago. His lips traveled to your jaw, neck, then chest, while his hands searched for the hem of your skirt.

Your bated breaths filled the space of his studio then turned into a groan when you felt his mouth working at your bud. The artist released a groan when you clutched a handful of his hair. His tongue plunging into each fold and savoring the taste on his tongue. It was a mixture of peaches and berries. The finest fruit. His ambrosia.

Your thighs pressed against the sides of his head as you released another dose just for him. Your hand squeezed his forearm with each moan you released and he held it in his as he gripped onto your hip with the other.

"Did you finish?"

"I thought that was obvious."

You swatted at his arm, "I meant the sketch."

He laughed then reached for your hand "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"Absolutely."

Nanami lifted his head from your lap, giving you one last loving look before standing to his feet. He helped you up then wrapped his shirt around you.

"Be honest with me, ok?"

"Always." you nodded as you gripped the edges of his shirt. He placed a kiss on your forehead then guided you toward the artwork. Your eyes scanned the blend of curves, lines, and shading which created your form. You leaned in to marvel at the masterpiece and he did the same as he admired you from behind.

"How do you do this?"

You glanced back at him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Having a gorgeous muse helps." his hands wrapped around your waist. Hearing those words brought warmth to your very being. He basked in the glory of your subdued smile, instinctively placing his hand on your cheek, eyes scanning left to right and every which direction to admire the piece of work that stood in front of him. That walked with him around the townsquare for the past several months, gave him joy with a simple look or smile, inquired and endlessly praised his artwork. His encouragement, light, warmth... ambrosia.

"Be my everything."

You placed your hand over his then gazed into his eyes with tears welling in your very own. Your hand guided him down to your lips which were becoming home.

You stood in front of the sketch studying how the faded graphite persisted through time and god knows what else. You leaned forward then read the scribbled cursive, "For my dearest Ambrosia."

"Some people think it's his wife,"

The sudden voice made you turn.

"He wasn't Da Vinci or Michelangelo so we don't have all the records but it's theorized this series is for her."

The blonde man finally looked away from the sketch then in your eyes. His hazel eyes were soft in the dim light of the museum, shoulders relaxed and being stern but gentle.

"Have we met before?"

He shook his head "I think I'd remember you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "Well," you sat up straight "indulge me anyway. What's your name?"

"Nanami," he faced you fully "and you are?"

When you said your name, he felt a twinge in his heart. A sudden warmthn if you will and there was a hint of peaches and berries on his tongue. His brows pinched momentarily, before he focused on what you were now saying about the artwork. He was too busy admiring a separate masterpiece.

— Author's Note — Although you take up every second of his life, Nanami still devots himself to his craft. He hates when people watch him work, especially you because you're so distracting, but he'll ocassionally allow it. You're truly his everything. You're constantly inspiring him; even more so when you two start a family. You're always encouraging him as well and keeping his spirits high.

I don't think he'd be super popular but his work becomes well known in his city and around the area. After death, centuries later, he does gain his long awaited recognition. I imagine your children would be a huge part of that since they're always spreading his legacy and sharing his artwork. I want to write more for Renaissance Artist Nanami. He's just so soft and quiet and observant and caring ... I love him so much.

#yooo wtf?!? 😭🙇🏾‍♀️💓 i need him. dividers by @cottage-writings btw #madebyjade #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk nanami kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #kento x reader #kento nanami #jjk kento #kento smut

[betterthanyalls]

Happy Valentines day!!! This is a gift for my platonic valentine!!! Love u pookie

Fake Proposals

Words: 1.5K

Published: 2-14-2024

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“This is such a bad idea.”

"Oh, c'mon, Peach! It’s free food!”

“If it works, which it probably won’t,” Y/n explained to her boyfriend, "plus, aren’t you a demon? Can you not just disguise yourself and steal the food?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Have some faith, Peaches!” Wukong encouraged, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. He held Y/n tight and guided her into the high-class restaurant that stood tall in front of them. Wukong let go of Y/n, to his dismay, so he could hold the door open for her. He may be an egotistical demon, but he knows how to treat the love of his immortal life.

Y/n smiled at her partner’s kind gesture, “Thank you, love,” and entered the small entrance of the restaurant. When Wukong entered, his hand instantly found its way to Y/n’s, holding her in a tight yet gentle grip. The couple stood near the host stand, waiting for a server to come to seat them. They stood there for around five minutes until Wukong started getting impatient. His foot was tapping rapidly on the ground, and his tail was swaying, brushing Y/n’s leg every few passes. Noticing this, Y/n lightly squeezed his hand in a few pulses. Her eyes watched as Wukong’s tail slowed its sways and his foot stopped tapping.

Smiling softly, the young woman cast a glance at her boyfriend. She saw how he was looking around, trying to spot any servers standing around. Eventually, someone who looked like a hostess walked up to them.

“I am so sorry for making you wait! I was told someone would cover me when I’m on break, but I guess not,” the girl, who looked the same age as Y/n, spoke quickly. Y/n observed how the girl kept taking glances at Wukong, each one longer than the last. Normally, Y/n wouldn’t mind people looking at her boyfriend; he was a demon after all, but this girl had a different emotion in her expression. Y/n read the girl’s name tag and couldn’t help but notice how much the girl looked like Y/n. ‘Analise’, was the name carved into the metal tag. “That’s ok, my boyfriend and I would just like a couple table. Please,” Y/n spoke through a strained smile, moving closer to Wukong.

Wukong, somehow, didn’t take notice of the way Analise stared at him or how Y/n moved closer. “Right away,” Analise glared at Y/n before turning and guiding them to a nearby table made for two. As they walked, Y/n gripped Wukong’s hand tighter. She could see from her peripheral view when her boyfriend looked down at their hands and looked at her face. Y/n looked at him when he mouthed a question, ‘You okay?’. Now that Wukong knew she saw him, Y/n couldn’t ignore the question. Looking at Analise, who was still walking in front of the two, Y/n let out a sigh and shook her head, ‘No’. Wukong’s eyes held hers, filled with sympathy and understanding, and simply nodded. It didn’t take long for them to reach a two-person table in the center of the restaurant. Y/n smiled when she saw the mischievous grin spread across her lover’s lips.

“Here you are, sir... and ma’am,” Analise finished her sentence with resentment. Hearing this, Y/n gave the worker a tight, sour smile before sitting down across from her partner. Analise left the couple to view their menus and choose the food. Scanning the options, Y/n paused when she felt a foot tapping hers. Looking up, she was met with Wukong’s iconic smirk. “So, my dear Y/n was jealous of some random girl?” His tone was laced with tease as he smiled at her. Y/n rolled her eyes and softly kicked her demon lover, a small smile forming on her lips as she looked away to hide it. “Shut up, just stick to the plan, ok?” The young woman spoke through her embarrassment, still not meeting Wukong’s eyes.

Y/n heard his chuckle and the shuffling of fabric. Looking up, she watched as her boyfriend pulled a small black box from his pocket and set it on the table with a mischievous grin. The two looked around, trying to see if any staff was nearby to see the plan in action. “I think that’s the manager right there,” Y/n discreetly pointed to a man standing about a table or two away. Looking back to her partner, Y/n nodded to him with him doing the same in response. Clearing his throat to gain nearby attention, Wukong stood up and took the box. Walking over to Y/n, he knelt in front of her. She could see a glimmer in his eyes as emotions danced like lightning on his expression.

“Y/n M/n L/n, we have been through thick and thin together. I can’t even fathom how you could survive with someone like me and yet you do it anyways. You have always meant the most to me; the flame to my candle, the moon to my sun, the rainbow to my cloud. I can’t explain in words how much you mean to me, it’s simply impossible. You deserve everything in this whole messed-up universe and I will make it my goal to deliver it all to you. Anything you want, it’s yours. I’m lost without you, Peach. I want to be your crutch, your support; the one you rely on when you can’t even rely on yourself. I may not understand everything but I will do anything to let you show me. I am willing to change anything just for you to glance at me. The longing I get when you have to leave from a date or when I can’t look at you for even a moment. Your eyes, your hair, your cheeks, your nose, your arms, your everything. I love every little detail about yourself. All your flaws are gone, you never had any to begin with. I know you might not be able to see yourself the way I see you but I want to let you even get at least a glimpse of how I see you. You are so perfect to me that even the stars moon and sun envy you. You shine your light of kindness and care to anyone, proving anyone can be themself around you. I feel so safe with you and I want you to feel that around me. Y/n M/n L/n, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I will do anything to make you mine. So, what do you say?”

Shock and embarrassment overwhelmed Y/n. She had expected some cheesy speech, but the way he said it and the way his eyes glowed. Y/n knew he meant every single word and it left her speechless. Her mouth opened slightly, trying to say something but no words or sounds came out. Wukong held an expectant look like he didn’t think this whole spiel would catch you off guard. The whole restaurant was looking at the two of you. The suspense was thick in the air and even the blind could see the anticipation. Finally, Y/n found her voice.

“Yes,” She whispered before making her voice audible, “yes! 100 times yes!” Wukong stood up and brought her up with him before picking Y/n up and spinning her around. Laughter echoed from them as the restaurant erupted into cheers and applause. A huge smile graced both the couple's faces when Wukong slid the ring onto Y/n's ring finger. The duo hugged tightly before feeling a hand on both their shoulders, it was the manager. At first, they thought their plan had been a success until the manager pointed to an extremely small sign across the room that read, ‘NO ROMANCE ON PREMISE!’. “Well, that’s ironic.”

Now walking hand in hand down the dark street, Y/n and Wukong just talked. “I wanted that free food,” Y/n complained. “I know Peach, but I can just steal some food from Pizza Hut or something if you would like,” her boyfriend shrugged. Pausing in her steps, Y/n looked at Wukong with an ‘Are you serious?’ expression. “What?” “Why didn’t you just do that earlier before we got kicked out?!” Y/n exclaimed to her clueless boyfriend. “I…uhhh….” Wukong stumbled on his words, trying to find a reason before Y/n found the truth. “Wait a second,” Y/n spoke, a smirk forming on her face and turning to her lover, “did you just do all this so you could propose to me but not officially?” Wukong was looking everywhere but his girlfriend now and not answering her question. Y/n smiled softly at her flustered partner before taking his face in her palms and giving Wukong a soft kiss on the cheek, ruffling the fur atop his head when she leaned back. Y/n chuckled a little before she turned and kept walking, leaving a stunned Monkey King behind her.

#x reader #fluff #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk x reader

[heartfullofleeches]

milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

#Milk farm tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #female yandere #yandere hybrid #yandere smut #yandere x darling

[luveline]

For the zombie AU with Steve, maybe a night of survival in the cold? Reluctant cuddling, bonding?

YESSSS tysm for ur request i owe u my life

You pull your coat closed around your middle and shiver.

"Come here," Steve says, tucking the map under his arm.

You move to stand in front of him because he's slipped into his caretaking tone. A nice change. Usually he's just mildly annoyed.

He takes the zipper of your coat into his hand and scolds as he tries to fix it for the fiftieth time today. It's awful timing for it to break because it's cold as winter and you're on the road. A fire, as you've learned, would be a mistake. You close your eyes at the thought of such blistering warmth and listen to him cuss under his breath.

"Sorry," you say eventually. His quiet makes you nervous.

"Not your fault, just..." He gives up and steps away from you. "Bad timing."

You hide your hands in your sleeves.

"Maybe we should stop anyways. We're not exactly moving fast," he says bitterly.

You like the sound of that.

There's a tarp at the bottom of your backpack for occasions like this. You shed your bag and dig for it as Steve drops his own. It's not great, your having to carry blankets with you — they're heavy and take up a lot of space — but it's worse to freeze to death outdoors.

The sun creeps down low in the horizon lazily. You think it's as reluctant to go as you are for it to dissapear, its rays the only thing keeping the tip of your nose from freezing and falling off, no doubt.

You search for a stick. It's harder than it sounds.

Steve doesn't like walking along the road and you don't blame him, often there's cars or bikes weaving through the carcasses of cars picked clean, so you hide in the tree bank. A road block or something similar to the south must've broken recently, and the sound of engines revving at night gets more frequent. Better to stay hidden, even if finding somewhere to camp at night proves difficult.

The stick is necessary to build a makeshift tent, but the trees here are all spindly and thin-branched.

You return triumphant with something just long enough to keep the tarp from your bodies to find Steve's already found a better, chunkier stick and established a camp.

"Don't tell me, or anything. Just let me look for sticks for an hour."

"Your perception of time is getting worse."

"Some of us don't wear watches, 'cos we aren't rich, privileged babies."

He actually manages to laugh at that one, which is odd. It's one of the weakest insults you've ever thrown at him.

"That was bad," he says.

Oh. He's laughing at you.

"Jerk."

"What do you want? I have tinned peaches or a chocolate granola bar-"

"Obviously the granola-"

"With laxatative properties," he finishes, holding it between his fingers like a guy from the commercials. He shakes it at you enticingly.

"I'm not that hungry."

"Too bad."

You both sit near the makeshift tent in your heavy clothes. Steve stretches the blanket over your legs with a warning, "If you get peach juice on this I'm not gonna talk to you till Michigan."

You take the open can of peaches and pretend to tip it toward the blanket. "Don't tempt me, Harrington."

You have to keep talking because if you don't you'll cry. Really cry. Eating dinner like this from a can in a bed of leaf litter makes you want to cry. Every mouthful is sweet and sticky and your eyes get heavy with tears.

Steve understands what you're like by now. "I really fucking hate peaches," he says grandly. "I know you're surprised."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"No?"

"Do guys eat fruit?"

It's a talent.

"'Do guys eat fruit?'" he quotes seriously, pensive, like the answer escapes him.

He leans back against his rucksack and crosses his arms behind his head. He could be shooting the breeze, that's how relaxed Steve Harrington looks.

You laugh reluctantly into the can of peaches as you take a little sip of the juice and almost choke.

"I gotta eat that too, you know? Don't spit in it."

"Sorry," you say genuinely, wiping your sticky face with the back of your hand.

"You should be. Gross." He doesn't sound very bothered.

Steve eats his own peach slices with a shiver and tosses the can overhead. It goes really far, hitting the base of a tree across the way. You can imagine him in his gym clothes rather than what he wears now. Prim yellow shorts. Clean gym t-shirt with his name written in pen across the front.

"You can sleep first," he says.

You don't argue, sliding under the tarp with your blanket.

It's easier like this. The sun hasn't quite set but there's really nothing else to do. You'll sleep, Steve will wake you up in a couple of hours and then you'll swap. You'll wake Steve up when the sun rises, and another day on the road will begin.

The floor is very, very cold.

You try your best to stop from shivering and bring the blanket up to cover your face. The sun goes down and the last of its heat goes with it.

You stick it out. Complaining won't make it warmer. Steve doesn't even have a blanket.

"Y/N?" he whispers.

Leaves shift.

"Are you awake?"

You lift your head to see him where he sits at the opening of the 'tent'. It's difficult to make out his features now.

"I can hear your teeth," he says, eyes impassive as they scour your face.

"S-s-sorry," you shudder.

He stares at you for a while before stretching out his legs and shuffling across the dirt toward you. His hands are like ice as he works them under your shoulders and arms, dragging you into his lap.

You're tired and cold. "Steve," you grumble miserably, "what are you doing?"

"Body heat."

He doesn't stop until you're settled, slouching down so you can lean comfortably against his chest. He pulls the ends of your coats together tightly, readjusts your blanket, and covers your hands with both of his.

He yanks the tarp down and covers you with that, too, the both of your engulfed in plastic.

"What if it rains?" you ask.

"On our frozen corpses, you mean?"

You cringe and turn in his arms to hide your face in his scratchy jacket. His head drops toward his chest, chin gracing the top of your head. It's like a hug. It is a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist and try not to think about it.

It's not the most comfortable position in the world. Your back doesn't quite want to turn right, and his thigh probably hurts from your left elbow. Honestly, it's a pretty pathetic excuse for a hug.

"Why don't you just lie down with me?" you say into his coat.

"And get eaten?"

"There's no geeks around here."

"You say that," he murmurs, hands beginning a slow journey down the length of your back, "and then I'll wake up missing one of my legs."

Using the tarp as a blanket was a good idea. Already you feel warmer. Your face defrost where it's hidden in his front.

"Anymore stupid questions tonight?" Steve asks, voice low and amicable.

"Har-har," you mumble.

He rubs your back. Your eyes well up and you bite your lip to stop from crying. It's really, stupidly nice to be close to someone, to him. You miss comfort and music and eating enough, but you miss hugs most of all. You miss hugs from the people who loved you.

"Do you like me?" you whisper.

As soon as you've asked, you wish you hadn't. He doesn't answer, and you think Good, he didn't hear me.

"No more stupid questions," he says finally, tightening his grips on you. "Go to sleep."

-

more steve zombie!au

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #fem!reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #zombie!au #steve zombie!au

[chubbyheadquarters]

Heyy, could I request a reincarnation situation with monkey King, macaque and redson where the reader was their past lover who died an early death and the boys finally to moved on but in the present they meet again and fall in love all over again if you don't mind!

NDNJSBSJ ( ✧Д✧) YES!! Pfft had a Tang moment there- I most definitely can. I was so excited to write this! The possibilities for reincarnation fics are endless. (*´▽`)ﾉ

Genre: Romantic + Bit of Angst + Good Ending

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: Mention of Death

Character(s): Sun Wukong(Monkey King), Liu Er Mihou(Macaque) & Red Son

☀️MONKEY KING☀️

This could take place during his journey, where you had joined and fought alongside them as their healer. Granted, you weren't strong like him, nor fast, but you understood him. You listened to him rant and gave advice. You played along with his jokes. Heck, you even defended him when Zhu Bajie would try and get him in trouble.

He quickly fell for you, and made it known as soon as he found out. And eventually, after a long conversation, the two of you got together. He would go on about all the places you could visit and the adventures you go on together after he got you an immortal peach! You planned out where you'd go first, what you wanted to do-Oh, if only those precious days could last.

Being used as bait and immediately being killed off once your role was over definitely wasn't part of the plan. Safe to say, no one was safe from Wukong's rage that day. Blood painted everything it could reach, and no one could calm him, not even his companions, who were like family to him. He spent...a lot of time alone on Flower Fruit Mountain.

After wallowing in his sorrows, he began to slowly accept that you were gone. And as everyone passed on and time marched forward, he truly believed that he would be alone, but it isn't until he sees you delivering noddles with MK that all those buried emotions would come out, and he's in a state of shock. You, with the same hair, the same features, but the only difference being your choice of clothes to match the new times. Even your warm, soft voice is the same.

When he starts training MK, the first thing be asks is for him to bring you with him, which he obliges. You're confused, but are happy to make a new friend and introduce yourself to the Monkey King. You're talking about how you've heard a lot about him from Tang and MK, who's gushing about his mentor. And believe me when I say that it takes every ounce of his strength to not just hug you right there.

But that doesn't stop his little monkey friends from doing so. They're all over you, crying and holding onto you so tightly, and there you and MK are, confused and worried. He has to tell them that you don't remember anything, and that you may never be able to. They eventually understand, but still cling onto you, getting upset when you have to leave. You've joked about how you're like their mom, but Wukong never denies it.

He sees that your kind nature has stuck with you, and you're always offering to help him when it comes to moving stuff, cooking, cleaning, etc. You still give wonderful advice, and he takes it all in, using it the moment he can. He sees how you take care of his monkey friends, never losing your temper with their little antics, just like before. He realizes that he's quickly falling for you all over again, but he's not gonna stop it.

And you could feel yourself falling for him. He was so attentive, always making sure that you were comfortable. He cracked witty, and sometimes old jokes, but they made you laugh. The way he talked to you, and the nicknames he used with you, it made you feel special. Like you were the most important person in the world. And if anyone dared to hurt you, by calling you rude names or making fun of your appearance, he's gonna have a few words with them. In his civilian disguise of course.

At one point, he notices that you're more nervous around him and asks about it. When you confess that you've fallen for him, he's ecstatic, but it turns into panic when you start talking about the downsides of being in a relationship with YOU. "You're the Monkey King, you're super strong, and I'm not. So if an enemy were to use me as bait... That'd suck really bad."

He's shutting that down real quick and confesses that he's fallen for you too. Even with your concerns, he's showing off his powers, which calms your fears a bit. And if you wanted to, he could train you! More time to spend together! Whether you agree to it or not, he's fine with it, just as long as you accept his feelings back, which you do.

He doesn't waste any time and gets an immortal peach. He's not going to make the mistake of waiting like last time- So the next time you visit, he's asking you to eat it and spend eternity with him. When you hesitate and ask for a few days to think about it, he panics. Anything could happen in that time, you could die again-He's not gonna lie and say he wasn't a bit pushy cause he was-

But eventually, you accept it and are now immortal. "I don't feel different. It was a good peach though." And at that moment, his fears washed away. Of course, he's still worried about you getting hurt, so he'll give you an item that'll protect you should you ever need it. He has less nightmares about the possibility of you dying again, but the past memory still haunts him. Those nightmares-heck, even the thought of you getting hurt scares him. He just wants to be with you. 😔

If you were to remember, it'd probably take a hard whack to the head. Say that you're training with MK and he accidentally hits you with the staff, knocking you unconscious. Both him and Wukong are freaking out, and when you wake up, you're asking where THAT demon is. It takes you a bit to remember where you actually are and what happened, now being dazed by the fact that you've been reincarnated.

MK's asked by Wukong to leave for a bit, and when they do, he's embracing you. He's spouting about how happy he is that you remember everything, how lonely it's been without you. You, as usual, comfort the big monkey, soothing him. Eventually, you're both talking about everything he's accomplished since you've been gone, which leads to a conversation about the places that you both still need to visit.

🌙MACAQUE🌙

Macaque never thought that you two would get together. I mean, you did help patch him up after first meeting, and you were absolutely gorgeous, but you were human. Humans feared demons, hated them, wanted them dead. Expect for you. You believed that everyone deserved a chance at life, and a second chance if they made a mistake. And as nice as that sounded, Macaque warned you that there were beings who simply wanted to kill just to kill.

And yet, you tried to reach out and help a demon, but they laughed in your face and attacked you. Obviously, Macaque attacked back and whisked you away, trying to find help. You kept apologizing to Macaque, who keeps telling you to just focus on breathing. Your last words to him are you apologizing and hoping to one day make it up to him. He's devastated, crying his heart out under the moon, begging for you to open your eyes, begging for you to not LEAVE HIM ALONE-

For as long as he tried and as much as he said it, he never truly got over you. Never dated anyone, not even trying to get to know someone like that. You were his first love, his ONLY love. You were the only person to truly understand him and stay with him. Comfort him when no one else did. Defend him through every accusation, even if it got you hurt. You were a mere human, beings that're known to get hurt easily, and yet, you stayed with him.

So when he dies, he welcomes it with open arms. If he can at least see you in the Netherworld, then he'll find his happiness again. But when he's told that you've been reincarnated, he's booking it and takes the deal with LBD without ANY hesitation. And once he's brought back, he'll look for you, scouring the whole world, but alas, he can't find you. He's so close to giving up.

So when you show up to one of his plays, he's stunned. You look the same as you did back then, like nothing had changed, other than your outfit. He decides to tell a tale about a memory that the both of you shared, and he can see the subtle look in your eyes, like him talking about it is reminding you of something. It gives him so much hope.

He gets your attention after the play and y'all talk, with you both exchanging numbers. You would begin to visit the theatre, talking about anything and everything. He's asking all sorts of questions, wanting to get to know the you of the present. He realizes that you may never remember your past life, and that you may have changed with your reincarnation, so he wants to know everything.

He begins to note all the differences and similarities you have with your past self. How you're much more reserved and anti-social, keeping to yourself and those you know. And yet, you're still kind to everyone and always willing to lend a hand. He IS happy that you're more apprehensive when it comes to those who give off bad vibes. He's also glad that your love for the arts hasn't changed a bit. More for you to converse about.

And you can't help but be pulled towards him. His sarcastic nature being playful to you and only you. Whispering kind words in your ears and flirting with you and you alone. The soft look in his eyes everytime he looks at you. Him only allowing you to hug him or hold his hand, and you being the only one who can brush his hair. That level of trust with him makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. But when you realize that you're falling in love, you're panicking-

And he's absolutely freaking out when you don't come by the next day. He's texting you, and though you say that you're fine and just busy, he can read between the lines. He can tell something's bothering you, so that night, he goes to visit you at your home. You're startled, but invite him in. After some back and forth, you blurt out your feelings. You're both shocked, and you refuse to look at his face.

When he hears your sniffles, he's quick to confess back, and you're still crying but stunned. You ask him why, telling him he can do so much better-but he won't let you say another word. He won't let you degrade yourself. He tells you that, to him, you're a goddess, and that you're perfect to him, which gets you all shades of red. Eventually, after talking it out, you get together.

He's not worried about anyone taking you away. He doesn't see them as a challenge, and if someone tries to flirt with you, he'll give them a glare as a warning. If they insult you, he'll have his shadows deal with the person in question. What he worries about most is if there's anyone dangerous around. He's not going to lose you again. He absolutely refuses. He'll tear down everything and everyone in this world if it means keeping you safe.

He decides to borrow steal two manfruits, a delicacy that can extend your life by 47,000 years. He eases you into the idea of prolonging your life, asking questions about what you thought and felt about it. You joked that as long as he'd have you, you'd eat one to stay with him for as long as you could. So when he presents them to you, you're understandably shocked. A part of you is happy that he looked for something this precious, just so that you two could stay together longer.

Remembering your past life would probably involve him saying a specific line from the past. Maybe you'll be on a stroll, and he holds your hands under the night sky. "You're my first and only love. No matter where you go, I'll always find you Moonlight." And then, it all hits you. He's scared at first, but when you look at him with those apologetic eyes, he knows that you remember and he's holding you as close as he can.

You're apologizing to him for that night even happening, but he keeps telling you that he's just glad that you're here with him again. The two of you go back home and he tells you what happened since you've been gone. His journey to find you, the things he's learned, even his vengeance with Wukong. You're worried about the latter, but he soothes your worries. He wants revenge, yes, but he's never going to put it above your relationship.

🔥RED SON🔥

You, his precious childhood friend, stood by each other's side, fighting enemies together. Growing and becoming better with each other. He knew that you would be his spouse one day and proudly proclaimed it to everyone he knew. Of course, you believed that as well, and the both of you were never seen apart, other than when you had to go home and rest for the night. Both of your parents thought it was adorable.

He truly believed that you would stay together forever. But when you took a hit that was meant for him, he exploded, tearing down his enemy before cradling you in his arms. Your last words to him were to "find happiness". How could he find happiness if you weren't there!? He felt like a part of him had died that day.

His mother had tried to console him, but he would lash out. He didn't want to talk about it, since if he did, it felt like he would HAVE to move on! To move forward without you! It felt like it would be betraying YOU-The memories you made together-EVERYTHING! It...took him a while, but he did talk to his mother eventually and had at one point, moved on. His father, after being released, was informed of your death, and felt bad for his son. Maybe if he had been there, he could have stopped it...

It isn't until the New Year's Festival that you two meet again. You're strolling along, looking for something spicy, and you stumble upon their shop and place an order. As soon as he hears your voice, he's stunned. He thinks it's an illusion and tries to shake it off. But he turns to see you and drops the bowl. His father, upset, goes to scold him but sees you, and he too is stunned. It's like you had never died.

You're a bit confused, but ask for the menu, which DBK does while Red Son is still frozen, trying to process what he's seeing and hearing. You ask for the Boiling Lava and you're talking about how good it is. You're even more confused when the red head asks for your name in a hurried manner, but you answer, and that's when he truly knows that it's you.

When he flies off with the venom, you're right next to him. He NOT going to lose you again. So during the trip to the Celestial Realm, he's right by your side, and the others are confused, but he ignores them. At one point, you're looking at him, and he asks if he's got something on his face. "No! It's just... I don't know. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Oh my god his hope meter has crashed through the roof-

After that fiasco, he'll shyly ask for your number, which you give and y'all grow close right away. You share the same humor that you had back then and that big smile of yours still warms his heart, but to his surprise, you're hobbies are different than before, but regardless, he's willing to learn about them just for you. They bring you happiness, and your happiness, is his and his love for you only grows deeper.

You begin to adore his fiery personality, finding it adorable when he would blush at your compliments. You fawn over how cool you think his hair is, and when it bursts into flames, you're awestruck. His speeches are inspiring, and his nicknames for you make you swoon. And when you ask about his inventions, he's so excited to break it down for you. A lot of people feared him, but you never did. If anything, you felt pulled towards him, but you didn't mind one bit.

HE actually confesses first! He even set the day up and everything! You came over, he made dinner and steered the conversation to make the confession flow, instead of just nervously blurting out his feelings. When you discuss the reality of your short life and if he's sure, he gently holds your hands and looks at you with a determined gaze. "My Dear, I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life."

He definitely becomes more protective. If anyone even DARES to insult-even LOOK at you the wrong way-he's blowing up on them. One pat from you and it's like it never happened. If they FLIRT with you-ohmygosh they better prepare their funeral. You have to drag him away and remind him that you chose HIM. He makes it up with his cooking and hugs.

What would trigger you remembering your past life is a specific move he repeats. The two of you are training, and he does a specfic move that only him and your past self knew. Suddenly, your head starts to hurt, becoming more unbearable until you pass out. When you wake up, you're surprised. Both at being reincarnated and remembering everything. When he comes in and sees you crying, he's nervous and asking what's wrong. "I remember everything..."

It takes him a moment to process what you just said, but the moment he does, and he sees that distinct look in your eyes, he embraces you. You're both holding each other for the rest of the day, just holed up in his room, with the both of you whispering apologies and words of comfort. His parents are told the next day, and they're happy about the news! They see how happy the two of you are and, for a moment, it reminds them of the old days.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors! Hope y'all enjoy!

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[semisolidmind]

Ahem - How would the two boys seek comfort from peaches ? Like if they have had a rough day, a rough fight, a bad meeting how would they ply and tug at peaches to get comfort.

And this could be for each of your AUs - bad end, Twice as bad, and New companion AU.

You take yer time with this question if ya need to! I sometimes ask things that compound onto each other.

hey dragon 👋

ok, so

while it would make sense for the boys to have to beg their captured wife to comfort them, that's not always the case. reader, even with all the shit the demons have put her through, still has a bleeding heart. she doesn't like seeing them upset even when she knows they deserve it.

so if, say, wukong was having a stressful day and ended up having to murk some potential allies because they offended him, or got in a fight against an opponent he underestimated...how he acts afterwards is either

1. ranty (man's just gonna go on and on about how tough his life is. pacing back and forth across the room in front of reader, complaining about every annoyance he'd dealt with that day. he really just needs the chance to bitch without having to worry about his image.)

or 2. cuddly (he walks into their chambers. takes off all his armor and court attire. says nothing. steps into the pillow pit. falls into reader's lap. silently demands head scratches by placing her hand on his head. doesn't move for a good hour.)

and reader just kinda...has to put up with it. she can't exactly escape him if he REALLY wants her attention; he'll just hunt her down.

macaque is a bit quieter about his upset. he'll take reader somewhere private on the mountain so he can bitch about his problems in peace. mac's usually less up-and-pacing angry and more lounging-around-and-complaining angry. he wants to lie back in reader's lap, eat fruit, and talk shit on his enemies. he wants her to run her fingers through his fur and agree with him about stupid other demons are.

if the six-eared demon is REALLY angry, he'll go murdering demons before coming home and collapsing in the pillow pit. he won't want to be touched for a while after, but will eventually cuddle up next to reader once he's done being broody.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au

[chloecherrysip]

all the pain will change into a memory of when we were amazing (mario & luigi-centric post-movie fic, part 1!)

(My weekend got a little busier than I was expecting, but I was still DETERMINED to get this up today and hey, I succeeded!!! I will eventually post an AO3 version as well, so if you'd like to wait for that, you can (and I will of course link it here), but sharing on tumblr is just a little easier for me to start out with. :)

Remember that this is just the first part and there will be at least two or three more coming soon!! Like I've already said in other posts, this fic has become SO LONG that it needs to be split up a little just for ease of reading. The title comes from the song Casey by Darren Hayes, which for the record, is a song about siblings and really fits movie!verse Mario & Luigi's relationship, in my eyes. Also, just so you know, this part (and only this part) has some Mario/Peach moments as well! I hope you enjoy!)

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It took roughly eleven hours to put Brooklyn back together. 

Not to how it was before, just to be clear. Not even close. Just enough that you could no longer tell right away that it had been subjected to a catastrophic tear between dimensions or alternate realities or whatever the two worlds were in relation to one another — who even knew? Instead, it looked more like it had suffered a few earthquakes in quick succession, or a hurricane closely followed by a tornado for good measure. Y’know, normal disasters.

It would no doubt require weeks of work to fix the cracked roads, replace all the crushed cars, reassemble the shopfronts enough to reopen and finally, finally get rid of all the black chunks of molten rock and huge mushroom stalks that were still being found in the strangest crevices and alleyways. But there was a lot to be extremely grateful for too. It was an outright miracle that Bowser’s airship had happened to crash down into the empty construction site mere minutes before the workers were scheduled to get started, somehow missing all occupied buildings. Everyone on the block was unhurt and accounted for, and they all still had a mostly-intact place to sleep that night. That, Mario reasoned, was more than good enough for now.

He’d jumped headfirst into helping with the emergency cleanup efforts as best he could, of course. It was the very least he could do after unintentionally causing the whole mess to begin with, and Luigi had jumped right in alongside him, ready to go. The star had worn off  — even if Mario was still seeing glimmering afterimages of rainbows in the corners of his eyes every time he blinked — but it seemed like there were some lingering aftereffects. They felt better than ever, every injury down to the slightest bruise or cut completely healed, an overflow of joyful energy humming pleasantly all through his core. Mario guessed it was some kinda mixture of leftover magic and his own adrenaline and relief, which probably could have kept him going strong for a long time all on its own. They’d actually made it home. They’d seen their parents and family again. His brother was back within arm's reach, smiling and solidly warm and safe. How could he not feel like he was on top of the world?

So they’d spent the rest of the day working with neighbors to clear debris and shattered glass, move cars safely out of the way that were too crushed to move on their own any longer, nail up boards to cover gaps where windows once were. There were various damaged water fixtures and pipes that desperately needed some TLC before they came entirely undone and caused more damage (thankfully, Mario knew two talented plumbers who were more than up to the task). And of course, there was the not-so-small matter of rounding up all of Bowser’s minions and stuffing them back through the pipe before they snuck further into the city and started causing mass chaos. Most of that went smoothly, thankfully (other than one notable incident of some Koopas messing around at a bowling alley and accidentally getting stuck in the ball return). The magician in the blue robe, the one with the wand, had vanished entirely, though. Luigi had been the first one to notice, nervously mentioning that he’d seemed important, like a second-in-command to Bowser. Mario didn’t like that one bit, but Peach reassured him that they would stay vigilant.

Speaking of Peach, she’d taken charge of the chaotic situation right away, her leadership skills shining bright in a way that left Mario quietly in awe. She’d personally overseen Bowser’s transfer and imprisonment back in the Mushroom Kingdom while also coordinating efforts on both sides of the warp pipe, DK and Toad providing support as they all passed back and forth between worlds several times throughout the day, transporting as much of Bowser’s broken-up airship back to where it came from as possible. Toad Town was still a mess from the invasion as well, and many of the Toads who’d evacuated needed to be helped back from the forests. Mario had only spent a little time there, but thinking about such a lively, cheerful place in abandoned disarray troubled him. He considered going back for a little while to help out there too, just to make sure everyone got home safe.

But the familiar warp pipe loomed before them, and Luigi’s smile strained. Mario, hand lightly pressed to his brother’s back, registered the sudden, new tenseness, the way his breathing became shallower, despite his best efforts to not let it show. And there was Mario’s answer. He wouldn’t put Luigi through that again, not so soon, and if Luigi wasn’t going, Mario wasn’t going — end of story. The thought of being an entire world away from him after everything they’d just struggled through, even briefly, was too much to handle. All day, that uneasiness had hung around him, the one wrinkle in his light-as-air happiness and boundless energy. He hadn’t even liked Luigi being out of his sight for too long as they worked on the cleanup, which he fully knew was silly and unreasonable. That was why he'd never breathed a word of the feeling outload, even when the discomfort settled in heavily like a bad stomachache.

It'll get better once a little more time goes by, Mario kept insisting to himself with a sure, stubborn forcefulness. What's there to be worried about? We made it, both of us. We're together. Everything's gonna be okay. It really is.

“Don’t worry! We’ve got it all under control,” Peach reassured him. “I promise. The Kongs are helping, and so are the penguins from the Ice Kingdom. We’re going to work with them to rebuild their castle as well. On the bright side, I think our alliances will be much, much stronger after this mess.” 

“Are ya sure?” Mario couldn’t help but press, interlacing his fingers tightly. “I dunno, I just feel like I need to do something. If it wasn’t for you, all of you, I wouldn’t have gotten to Luigi in time.”

“Oh, and like you didn’t do even more to help us?” She gave the brim of his cap a flick that was somehow both playful and graceful. “Mario, you and your brother stopped Bowser in his tracks. Both of our worlds are safe from him now because of you two. If anything, we owe you! Toad was already talking about organizing a parade, or giving you both a chest of gold coins!”

“What? No, no, who needs all that?” Mario insisted, his face flushing a little. “Besides, those coins won’t even fit in my wallet! There probably isn’t an exchange rate or anything here for ‘em. Just my luck.”

“I thought as much.” She placed a fingertip to her pursed lips, tapping lightly as she pondered. “What about a house?” 

“A whole house!?” Mario nearly choked on the air. “For free?”

Peach gave him an odd look and a shrug, as though it was perfectly reasonable in her world to offer someone she’d just met a few days ago real estate with absolutely no strings attached. “Why not? You and Luigi are always going to be known as heroes in the Mushroom Kingdom, you do realize. It's the least we could do. But…” She thought in silence for a moment longer and then smiled, the curve of it a little heavier, more subdued. “A house doesn’t do much if no one will be living in it, huh?”

Mario considered that. Across the sewer room, the black of the warp pipe’s insides spread out behind Peach, vast and unending. “That’s…yeah, that’s true,” he said, his shoulders sinking a bit. “For now, don’t worry about doing anything for us, all right?” He swallowed around a strange, new lump in his throat. “Before anything else happens, I just really need to make sure my family’s all right.”

Peach nodded. “And I need to make sure mine is too,” she said, voice warm with understanding.

She shot a meaningful glance over Mario’s head, and he followed her gaze to where Toad and Luigi were sitting off to the side. Toad was excitedly talking, making big, bombastic gestures with his pan as though he was reenacting something. Luigi, for his part, looked a little bewildered but interested, following along as best as he could manage with lots of nodding. The strain in Mario’s chest eased.

“But you’ll both visit before too long, right?” Peach brought his attention back to her, her tone pointed. “There’s still plenty of beautiful places to see in our world. We barely scratched the surface! But we can start with a nice cup of tea in the castle, of course.”

Mario couldn’t help but smile widely. “Definitely,” he said. “And besides, I already made a promise to DK before he headed back. Me and my “stupid overalls” have to give him a rematch at some point. C’mon, how can I pass up a chance to kick his furry butt all over again?”

“And I want to come back and visit this world again too!” She added excitedly. “I want to know more about the bowling we saw, and video games, and — what did you call that one thing? A calzone? — and well, everything!”

Mario laughed outright. “Sure, come back anytime! Luigi and me know allll the best spots in Brooklyn like the backs of our hands. With us, you’ll never have a bad time, guaranteed.”

Some bright, delighted mischief flashed in Peach’s eyes. “And besides,” she said, “your mom said she would show me some of your baby pictures next time. I have to see that because I can’t imagine you without a mustache, honestly. It just doesn’t seem possible.” 

Mario’s laughter got less boisterous and much more strained in a big hurry. “Right, right,” he said, voice cracking. “Gotta remember to, heh, burn some of those before then.”

“Don’t you dare!” 

With more than a little reluctance, she waved over at Toad, signaling that it was time for them to say goodbye. 

“I’ve got to get out of this wedding dress already,” she joked, holding up the skirt so Mario could clearly see all the tears and scorch-marks and dark staining, all intermingled with white and glittering pink. On the top, she was wearing a new, light pink “I LOVE NY” shirt from a cheap souvenir store; Luigi had actually been the one to get it for her, having noticed that she was spending a lot of time standing out in the sun with her shoulders uncovered. At some point along the way, she'd also tied up her blonde hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way. “What a disaster, huh?”

Mario honestly thought that she looked beautiful. But there was no way he could say that, and he also didn’t want to agree because that sounded rude. Thankfully, he had only had a few more seconds of mounting internal panic left to go on that subject before Toad and Luigi came over.

“Your brother’s just as cool as you are, Mario!” Toad brightly announced out of the blue, which in turn made Luigi jolt and blush behind him. “But I should have guessed! You guys are the SUPER Mario Brothers, after all!” 

“Hey, I coulda told you that a lot sooner!” Mario grabbed Luigi around the middle with one arm and squeezed tight, enough to make his brother wriggle with a hoarse, surprised laugh. “He’s always got my back!”

“Hey, hey, I’m flattered, but there’s no way I’m as cool as Mario,” Luigi insisted, grabbing and squeezing Mario right back, playfully poking at his stomach. “Are ya kidding? This is the best guy in the world, c’mon! No contest!”

"You c'mon! Who came up with using a manhole cover as a shield out of the blue, huh?” 

Luigi blinked a few times and then ducked his head down with a big, bashful grin. “Okay, maybe that was me.”

“Exactly.” He smushed his brother’s cap, ruffling his hair underneath. “What were you guys talking about, anyway?”

“Ohohoho, wouldn’t you like to know,” Toad insisted right away with a thick air of secrecy. He mimed locking his mouth with a key and then tossing it away, winking in Luigi's direction. “No need to be jealous, Mario. I can have two best friends.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mario replied dryly.

“It was no big deal, r-really!” Luigi backed Toad up, a little too loudly. His eyes looked somewhat glassy, as though he was teetering on the verge of tears, but when Mario met his gaze full-on, worried all of a sudden, his brother smiled back, big and sincere and seemingly very happy. “We’re all good! Better than good! We’re great!”

Peach stepped forward, then. “You really made a difference when it counted most, Luigi,” she said warmly, taking one of his hands in her own and patting it. “Thank you again for that. I know you didn’t see the best our world has to offer, but I hope you’ll give us another chance soon enough.” 

Luigi, having stiffened a little at her touch out of sheer surprise, relaxed again. “Of course, Peach — I mean, Princess Peach. Your highness? Ma’am!” He gave her a salute with the other hand, for some reason. “I, uh, definitely appreciate it.” 

She let go of him and reached for Mario’s hand in turn. Out of the blue, he thought about kissing the back of it — she was a princess, right? Wasn’t that what people did in all the fairytale books? — but that was a silly idea, stupid enough to make the back of his neck burn from embarrassment. Instead, he simply held onto her tight for a long moment, reflecting her sweet smile back at her, his heart pleasantly fluttering.

Further down, Toad grabbed one of Mario’s legs and one of Luigi’s legs in both arms and hugged them fiercely at the same time, sniffling a little. They gave his head a few soft pats in return (and winced when he loudly blew his nose into their overalls). 

“See you around, Mustache,” Peach said softly. She took a small step backwards towards the pipe but didn’t let go of him, their arms stretching out further. “And don’t forget what we talked about,” she added after a beat, delicate, maybe even the tiniest bit hopeful. “What I offered…it’s always on the table, if you ever do decide you want it.” 

“I won’t forget,” he said in return, softer too. “Stay safe.” 

She squeezed his hand one last time, and then she and Toad were gone. The warp pipe’s signature sound bounced off the impossibly high walls of the room they were in until it was just a tiny echo. Mario took a deep breath. He turned to find Luigi beaming at him, eyebrows raised high and wiggling a little at the ends.

"Shut up," he sighed.

“What!? I didn’t even say anything!” Luigi insisted, even as he continued to grin.

“Yes, you did. I can read your mind.” Even Mario’s sternest do NOT go there, I’m serious look could never do much when Luigi was ready to do some ruthless teasing, but he tried it anyway as they started to trudge towards the stairwell at a much slower pace then when they’d first come down it. When had he started to feel so tired? A big yawn fought its way up his throat before he could continue. “I just met her! We’re friends. That’s all there is to it, thank you and goodnight.”

“Look, you can't prove a thing, but if I was saying something, well, I'd start with the way she was looking at you.” Luigi whistled. Mario pulled down the brim of his cap, if only to hide the sudden warmth creeping into his face a little better.  “She certainly seems like a princess with good taste, y’know?”

“All right, all right. Ya done?”

“As a matter of fact, I’m not! She’s already got a dress too, which is really convenient. After all, weddings are expensive—”

“Stop, Lu. You better not breathe a word of this back home! Cause you’re gonna get Ma and Dad all riled up too and then I’ll never hear the end of it."

“Are ya serious!? Oh, my poor, sweet, naïve Mario. They already smelled the blood in the water at least five hours back. They were talking about little blonde grandkids when you were in the bathroom and everything.” 

At least the long trek ahead of them out of the sewers would give Mario time for his face to cool down to a normal temperature again. “Great, great, just what I need,” he grumbled. “Now I gotta find a princess for you to get the heat off me.”

“W-What!?” Luigi sputtered. “I mean, I wish. But a kingdom only has one princess, right? And you’re the lucky guy.” 

“There wasn’t just one kingdom,” Mario mused. He was climbing the stairs by then, metal clanging with each step. “I betcha all the money I have that if I went looking around long enough over there, I could find a real cute royal out there who has a thing for the color green.”

He reached behind him to give Luigi’s shoulder a playful shove, only for his hand to meet nothing but air. Turning fully, he saw that his brother was moving a lot slower than he’d expected. He was still at the bottom of the stairs, clinging to the railing and blinking furiously, his gaze focused on nothing in particular. 

“Luigi?” Mario asked hesitantly. “You good?”

Luigi perked up at that and gave a thumbs-up. “A-okay!” He chirped, starting to climb. “I just — whew. I’m a little, uh, dizzy. It feels like that crazy star hung around for a while, eh? Like, we weren’t super-powered anymore, but nothing hurt, and I still had tons of energy to do whatever I wanted. But now…”

“Yeah, I’m definitely feeling that too.” Mario realized it more clearly, his breathing already labored after only climbing one flight of stairs. The injuries weren’t back, thankfully, but he was aching all over, a new heaviness creeping into his bones more and more. Luigi was hurrying to catch up with him, moving unsteadily. 

“Just go slow,” Mario called. “We’re not in a hurry. Be careful.”

It didn’t seem like Luigi heard him, still trying to talk as he climbed, huffing and puffing. “I mean, wow! We were running all over the place! We were fixing things! We were saving Brooklyn! But…huh. Something’s kinda weird.” His voice had dropped down into a mumble, so quiet and fast that Mario almost couldn’t understand him. “I’m having that pins-and-needles feeling, like my legs are asleep, but I’m still walking just fine. Right? Do I look normal walking? Be honest. I…I can’t tell.” He looked sleepy, and then he suddenly looked frightened, unfocused, as though he wasn’t even sure where he was at all. “Wait. Am I upside down? Mario…”

It happened so fast. With one last shuddery breath, Luigi’s eyes rolled back into his head. He started to fall backwards, about to topple down a nearly full flight of stairs. 

Mario’s heart seized. “Luigi!”

He covered several steps in one desperate jump. Somehow, he managed to get one arm around his brother and pull him back with every last scrap of strength he had left, crushing their bodies together. The other arm, he wrenched over and around the railing blindly, worn metal scratching and squeaking against him painfully as he struggled to hold onto it. For a long, agonizing moment, the fight against gravity seemed like it was going to be too much to overcome, and Mario, teeth gritted, mentally prepared himself to turn them around in the air so he would take the brunt of the long fall. But miraculously, his shoes found enough purchase on the steps, and his aching grip lasted just long enough for Mario to pull their combined weight back in the other direction. The two collapsed in a heap against the ascending stairs instead. 

Mario’s gasping breaths seemed like the only sound in the world, the echoes bouncing wildly all around.

“Luigi,” he finally managed to wheeze — quiet at first, then again, much louder. As gently and carefully as he could manage, he scooted up into a sitting position and turned his brother over onto his back, cradling him. He was still out cold. Mario patted his face. “Hey, Luigi. Come on, Lu, wake up for me, all right? I’m here. I’ve gotcha.” He patted a little harder, steadfastly ignoring the way his hands were trembling at that point. Every second passing with no change stretched on, an eternity and then some. “You’re all right, everything’s all right. Come on, Luigi, snap out of it…” 

Up close, Luigi looked extremely pale, sweat beaded along the line of his cap. How had Mario not noticed that before? He’d been too caught up with all the cleanup efforts, too distracted by Peach and Toad and the thought of that hypothetical house. How could he not see that Luigi was starting to struggle? What kind of brother was he? 

The kind that does something really, REALLY stupid because of pride or "destiny" or whatever you wanna call it. The kind that not only drags his brother down with him to do the stupid thing, but almost gets him killed because of it. 

Mario's shoulders sagged. He gripped Luigi tighter, pressing his little brother's face close to the crook of his neck, if only to try and desperately ground himself in the knowledge that he could feel him breathing still, at least. Their injuries were gone, it was true, but for Mario, it was suddenly like the star had just shifted the pain around instead. He could feel it pressing up from under his skin, a deep well that was ready to split him open all the way through if he let it.

It no longer seemed like he'd just been in a magical world on a whirlwind adventure, or that he'd defeated a spiked turtle monster with anger issues and saved Brooklyn in a glorious, technicolor blur. Now, he was just a small, ordinary man in a dark sewer room underground, exhausted and terrified and unable to help the person he loved most.

All of a sudden, Luigi jolted under his hands. “Noooo more flambé for me, thankyouverymuch, I’m-a good!” He shouted, the words slurred together to the point of being nearly unintelligible. With a handful of slow, very confused blinks, he finally managed to focus on Mario’s extremely relieved face overhead. “Waaaaaaait. Whuh happen?”

Mario bundled up all those sharp, aching feelings behind a new wall and regathered himself. No matter what, he was going to stay strong, stay in control. He needed to do that for Luigi’s sake. There was no other choice. “You went down like a big sack of bricks, ya lug,” he tried to joke, even as his voice cracked badly on the last word. “Nearly gave me a heart attack! Are you okay?”

Luigi considered this information, eyes unclouding bit by bit. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, soft, a little embarrassed. “Y-Yeah, I think I’m good. I, uh, don’t really know what happened there! It was like…it all just hit me at once, I guess.” 

“Yeah, no kidding.” Mario worried his bottom lip between his teeth. “When’s the last time you slept, bro?”

Discomfort crept into Luigi’s expression at that. He looked away from Mario, not able to meet his gaze for more than a few seconds at a time. “Well, I dunno if I — I was wandering around for a while, and then I couldn’t really sleep in that cage, y’know? All that lava made the metal real hot, so I had to keep moving to not get burned, and you have no idea how hard it is to nod off when there’s a creepy star laughing its head — body? — head off in the next cage over, and, and...well, I’m sure I got an hour here and there,” he scoffed lightheartedly, waving off the thought with a wobbly sweep of his hand through the air. “Nothing worse than those all-nighters in high school!”

“You almost had a nervous breakdown because of those all-nighters,” Mario said. His grip on Luigi’s shoulder tightened, fingers winding snug in the green material. “And…what about food? Water? We’ve been go-go-go all day. I didn’t even think about…”

A brand-new sense of dawning horror came over Mario, sudden enough that he trailed off. He couldn't remember them ever taking a break, even sitting down in the shade for a few minutes. There'd just been so much to do, so many people in need of help, and the two of them had felt so good, laughing and joking and keeping up with no problems whatsoever. The time had flown by. But now...

“Pfft, who needs it?” Luigi said, extremely casually and extremely unconvincingly. He coughed, closing his eyes again for a long moment, resting his cheek sleepily against Mario’s chest. “Hmm. A guard gave me some sips a couple of times? And there was some weird bread. I think it was bread. Who even knows? It was stale like croutons. Not like the really good garlic ones Ma makes, though. These were like…like erasers or something. Blech.” 

A few sips of water and some "bread." A couple of hours of sleep, if that. Luigi was on his own, scared and struggling and eventually imprisoned in a maniac’s floating lava airship, for over two full days.

“Well, no wonder you passed out,” Mario sighed, rough and very quiet. He had to talk like that — any louder, and his voice was going to become too unwieldy. It already felt like someone had promptly stuffed his heart into a blender and cranked it up to the highest setting. “Speaking of Ma, she’s probably got a full spread out by now. I’m gonna get you home, you’re gonna eat until you pop, and,” he had to pause for a moment to swallow, his throat hurting, “and then you’re gonna sleep until you can’t anymore, okay? That’s what we’re doing.”

Luigi sighed too, his smile resurfacing. “Man, that sounds like heaven. What are we waiting for?” He started to sit up with newfound determination, only for the dizzying sight of the stairs descending down into the dark beneath them to make his motions distinctly more rubbery again in a hurry. He sunk back into Mario’s arms, breathing faster, eyes closed again.

“Just, uh, one more minute," he half-wheezed. "Nothing to worry about, I’m getting up right now, I swear, but…is it just me or is it really, really hot down here? Those burns I had, they’re all gone, which is great, but I can still kindaaaa feel them? Is that a medical thing? Or am I freaking out? Because, heh, it’s starting to feel like I might be freaking out, and not to toot my own horn but some might consider me an expert when it comes to the signs of freaking out—”

“Just breathe, Lu,” Mario interjected, gently but firmly, the way he always did when Luigi got lost in a thought process that wasn’t going to lead him anywhere good in a hurry. “We can wait as long as ya need. No rush at all.”

Mario pressed back the brim of Luigi’s cap so he could brush his hairline soothingly, wipe away the sweat. He leaned down, gathering Luigi close enough to bump their foreheads together so they could breathe in slow, deep unison. He’d done that little motion to Luigi their whole lives, an unspoken shorthand that only they understood. When his little brother was scared or anxious, touching foreheads was a way to make the world smaller, less overwhelming, if only for a few seconds. It was an easy way to say: who cares about any of that? Focus on me instead. It’s just the two of us. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.

(And he’d tried, hadn’t he? He tried, and he hadn’t been good enough this time, when it mattered most. Luigi had suffered because he couldn’t hold on tightly enough. Because he hadn’t fought harder, been smarter, pushed to move faster throughout every part of the trip. And at the end when he’d finally found his brother? It had just been dumb luck, really. He’d squinted up at all the cages at the right time through the haze of the lava heat, breathless from the climb and still half-focused on trying to stay in the air without plummeting, and he’d seen his brother fall, and his body had just reacted without any thought, desperation and adrenaline screaming in his veins, the only word in his head echoing out as faster, faster, FASTER. And if one little thing had gone differently — if he hadn’t found that specific powerup, if he hadn’t figured out how to use it properly, if he'd been looking anywhere else, if he’d misjudged the speed or simply missed his grab entirely — then that would have been it, and it would have been all his fault. The sight felt seared into Mario’s head, something he could see whether his eyes were open or closed. He saw Luigi tumbling in the air, terrified and yelling and out of control, hurtling towards the lava at full speed. Only this time, he couldn’t reach him, he couldn’t move at all, he could only watch helplessly and in horror as he—)

“Mario?” Luigi asked quietly. “Are you okay?”

Mario jolted back into the moment. He was breathing too hard, too fast; a tremor ran through him, bone-deep. Luigi was holding one of his arms, his eyes big and shining with newfound worry.

Mario smiled reassuringly for him, as easy and unthinking as a reflex. He took Luigi’s hand and wedged his fingers through his with a tight squeeze, resolving not to let go again until they were safely at home. That awful drowning feeling was rippling all through him, but he could keep his head above it if he focused hard enough, if he refused to let it sneak up on him again. He could do that. He would do that, no matter what it took.

With a slew of careful, slow-going movements, the two brothers finally stood up together on the stairs. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Mario said, and turned to lead the way. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here."

#mario movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario bros #mario and luigi #mareach #super mario bros movie #cherrysip fic #super mario bros movie spoilers #a succinct summary of this part: things are going great! and then things are going not so great :( #this feels very derivative of other people's fics but hey that's what happens when you take over a month to delve into your own #post-movie scenario - everyone's done most of the common things before lololol. I GOTTA JUST BE OKAY WITH THAT #anyway much MUCH more to come as soon as i can make it happen! thank you for reading - i appreciate you all! #(also i always hate having to say it but please do not tag this as ship!!! just don't!!!)

[hydrangeyes]

Macaque x Dragon seme Male reader 🍋🍋🍋

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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porn porn porn some plot porn

requested by Kai_Mitsuo

WARNING: THIS IS VERY EXPLICIT, I REPEAT HOTNY O CLOCK, DONT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFY (also pls skip if you are a minor, seriously)

Think I uh had too much fun with this one lolol

Anyway: Macaque goes to see an old..... friend of his. Placed not long after his first appearance on show I guess

2nd Warning: Macaque in heat, Rough smut, hinted scent kink, gagging, blowjobs, anal sex, slight fingering, begging

Notes:

current: A/b/o but not a/b/o lmao

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Was it weird for him to come here? Maybe. But here he was anyway.

A gentle breeze moves past him, carrying the sounds of your workers and devotees alike with it. He anxiously stares up at the palace you called home. The deep greens and warm blue decor were a sort of comfort to him outside of red now.

Macaque has been standing on those stone steps longer than he wished but, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Would you be happy to see him? Especially if he shows up like this?

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Of course, you were. Having heard through a spy of yours about his return, you almost rushed to him immediately.

But you knew he needed to come to you, so you waited.

And sensing him enter your side of the celestial realm caused you to start pacing the palace to relieve the exciting tension.

The rush of relief at catching a single sniff of familiar blackberries and peaches. You felt no shame, in saying all your senses focused only on him.

From an outside view, the servants watched as their Lord paced around dragon-like tail wagging like a pup.

Not able to stand it any longer you rush out, shoving the door open. Welcoming him with a tackled hug. A pleased rumble leaving you when, after the shock, macaque practically clings onto you in return.

You tilt your head to nuzzle into his scarf, a little annoyed it was in your way of his neck. You can't help but tease him.

"You idiot, how dare you finally visit me then smell like garbage." You grumble, pushing your head away. A habit you both would make when things began to feel too sappy.

Macaque lets out a sharp laugh, tail curling around your own, as he looks up at you bemused. "And you still stuck at saying hello."

"You don't smell like mine anymore." You huff not even letting him go as you both got up off the ground. Not that macaque was trying to untangle himself from you anyway.

Said trickster chuckles softly, relaxing into you as you carried him inside.

"Well, it has been ages. Lend me your bath?"

"Mm, a meal and then a bath." You answer back signaling a few servants to get that started.

"I've missed you my sweet phoenix."

"Hah, been a while since I last heard that......

.....I've missed you too..."

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Macaque let out a pleased his as he sinks into your personal hot springs, slipping the towel around his waist off. Dipping under to get his head wet, purring once he surfaces.

You smile and hold back a purr of your own as you watch him happily swim around and eventually come back to the edge to lay his head on it.

It wasn't the first time you both have seen each other naked, but every time you couldn't help but feel something stirs in your gut.

Nothing new but the urge to jump him was stronger than you thought. Then, with nothing but his natural scent you caught a more heavier sweeter scent.

Adjusting your own towel around your waist, you move to sit next to him on the edge, Preferring to just dip your legs in for now. Keep a cool head

"Better?" You coo, gently moving to run your hand through his fur.

"Mhm~" He closes his eyes and hums leaning into the touch, even going so far as to place his head on your lap instead. It's been so long since he's felt this relaxed, feeling safe enough to.

Macaque unconsciously nuzzles your thigh, letting out deep purrs and soft moans as you work to detangle his fur and massage any tense muscles. Even letting out a hurt whimper when you begin to stop.

You try your best not to react to it. But seeing his flushed cheeks, how sweet and eager he was to stay under your touch. You shift feeling your cock twitch in interest.

'Get it together n/n, you just got him back, you can wait to jump him right?'

while you inwardly try to fight back your increasingly horny thoughts, macaque cracks an eye open in confusion. you stopped your petting and were squirming around and he wanted to know why.

imagine his surprise, when he gets an eye full of your half hard cock. he didn't realize he was this far on your lap and put two and two together.

Suddenly it wasn't just the hot springs making him flush. with hooded eyes, macaque slips in between your legs, snapping your attention back to him.

"Aah sweetheart, that's um.. I can smell that you're.."

"hm in heat? did you think I didn't notice?" he purrs bodly leaning forward to rub his cheek against your covers crotch. Something in you snapped.

Here your plum was acting so boldly. You run your hands through his fur, and pull his head back. Watching his eyes dilate and a hitch moan leave his mouth. "I was trying to be patient. Be a good mate for you" You rumble, tugging him up to play a kiss on his cheek then ear, then neck.

"Allow you to gather your strength for later tonight." gently opening your mouth to glide a fang over his neck. Mcaque shudders, reaching out to grip your thighs to keep himself up. Looking you in the eye, he gives you a little smirk. "I rather you fuck me senseless now."

With that macaque doesn't even hesitate ducking back down and tug off your towel. Letting his mind finally sink and let his heat take over.

He happily moves to lick and teasingly kiss your hard cock. His eyes never once leaving yours, snapping what was left of your restraint.

Gripping his fur and signaling to him you thrust into his mouth. Both of you letting out a pleasure groan as you his the back of his mouth and down his throat.

"Is this what you wanted?" You growl not letting up in fucking his throat, taking pleasure in each gag macaque makes now and then.

Macaque himself letting out the sluttiest of moans and greedily moving his tongue to get a taste of you, sucking hard and deep as if to never have you leave his mouth.

Your toes curl under the water in pleasure. "F-fuck miss this slutty mouth of yours." You coo, yanking his head back to let him breathe. Looking over the mess you made his face, spit and pre cum sticking his lips as he open mouth pants.

His eyes looked watery and if you looked further you can see a hand pumping his own cock quickly.

"A-ah Mm n-n/n please~" Macaque whines trying to nudge his head forward to lick and suckle on your tip. Your cock twitches and you buck to rub it against his face. "Please what pet?~" you growl loosening your hold more for him.

"Fuck me~ please? Need you to fuck me, fill me up with your cum~" Macaque chirps, giving one more kiss to you dick before climbing up onto your lap. Desperately kissing your jaw and neck, arching when you run a clawed hand down his back to tap then rub at his eager hole.

Earlier when macaque was washing up he made sure to be thorough. Hoping for this out come even. His heat having started the moment he entered your home.

That and knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist him for long if he so wanted didn't help.

Macaque flinched and let's out a gasped moan when suddenly your hand smacks down on his ass. Feeling how relaxed his hole was thrust two fingers in easily, finding it already slicked up and a little loose.

"Ah the perfect slut in heat I swear, you planned this didn't you? Touching yourself before getting in here I bet~ not even warning me that you were starting~"

Nodding quickly macaque grips onto your back to buck his hips back to try and rude your fingers, tail curling around your wrist and arm. "Y-yes! Didn't ah! Mh want to wait!" He groaned nuzzling your neck and taking in a deep sniff.

Your heady scent coupled with the hot steam of the spring almost made him dizzy. The feel of your fingers pumping and curling inside him almost to much.

"Fuck! C-come on, I-" he gasps, mouth wide open drooling. He tilts his head to the side when you nudge it, almost coming when you sink your teeth into his shoulders. You growl and adding a third finger, thrust them in deeper to hit his prostate.

With a few more well place bites, you finally pull your fingers out. Cooing and rubbing macaques' back as he shudders and whimpers at the empty feeling.

"Mm good boy, not coming after that~ good to know you're still well trained." You whisper into his ears, carefully unwinding his tail from your arm. Taking the base of your cock you guide it to slowly enter macaque.

Macaque sucks in a breathe, arching and gripping your shoulders with a hiss. How could he forget how thick you are. The hot flesh stretching just shy pass his limit, causing his legs to tremble and his own cock to spit out even more pre cum.

Of course then there's you. Curling over him and spreading his cheeks to get an eye full of his ass greedily taking you in. Fuck he was just as tight as you remembered. Macaque yelps feeling you cock pulse and get even harder. "S-stop watching it!" He half heartedly protest, letting out a throaty moan when he finally feels all of you in him.

"Mm your still able to speak?"

You grip his hips, slowly lifting him so that just your tip remained in him. Then slamming him back down to the base.

"That won't do~"

Macaque cries out in pleasure, scrambling to dig his claws in you deeper as you set a fast and hard pace.

Not giving him a second to breathe,you keep it up, even moving to light a leg over your shoulder thrusting deeper.

"Nghgh!!! N-n/n wa-AH-IT!" Macaque hiccups, hands shaking to grip tighter on your shoulders. His eyes rolling back as he gets lost in the pleasure.

You, yourself grunt and growl at the tight heat surrounding your cock. Biting your lip as a way to stay focus enough to not pop a knot. Not yet, later, later.

The scent of Macaque's slick and heat didn't help at all. In fact, only driving you to drill the slick hole harder. Macaque almost swore he saw stars with each hit to his prostate, tightening around you as if not want you to leave but also suck you further in.

"Ah~ so good sweetheart~ fill mmh! So good around me!" You pant out following instincts to nip and bite his nipples and exposed skin. Wanting others to see your claim not just smell it.

"C-close! Pleaseee" Is all macaque could get out, mind mush with nothing but pleasure and your name in it.

You chuckle darkly looking down to watch the way his ockc twitched and spurt out streams of precum. Ah you both were a mess down there.

Adjusting to free a hand you reach down to grasp the vase of his cock and pump it at the same speed of your thrust.

"Cum~"

And like that macaque does. Letting out a silent scream as his body flinched and trembled, cuming hard enough to get it on his neck and your face.

Shuddering in delight at the sight you thrust as deep as you could without knotting him and groan happily toghtening your hold on him. Cuming and just barely slowing your thrusts to milk the orgasm.

After a bit you finally slow down, listening to macaque babble and purr about you stuffing him full.

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*runs away* stopping this here! Sorry if it's shitty was writing this in between work and classes! Idk how to end this!

Edited: Uhm that and edited down as I got....very descriptive *clears throat* ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

#top male reader #x male reader #male reader #Lmk macaque x male reader

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Levi forces you to watch gross hentai then does the same things to you.

Cw: gross hentai, this is absolutely noncon but he’s in love with you, facials, cum swapping through kisses. mentions of kinks: mind control, monster fucking. tentacles, having a fleshlight of you, having a body pillow of you that he cut open and fucks, idk, some other stuff. Unnatural amounts of cum in one ‘session’ I guess. He just has like truck loads of cum you’ll see. He sits you on his keyboard and it cracks in half but not because of your weight just because it’s convenient for the plot. Noncon, slight nonspecific mention of noncon kink hentai. As always I write these before I start writing the actual piece and I go in and fix it later. AFAB no pronouns mentioned, plus size of course🤍you’re described as fat but not by Levi and not completely directly and it’s also not as an insult or bad thing. I wanted this to be nasty, so seriously it’s unnatural amounts of cum. You’re mentioned as his mate

Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.

He looks down at you, covered in sweat and cum from rolling in his sheets and…he just can’t wait to try even more things you.

#toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #leviathan smut #obey me smut #cream om

[morbific-or-felicific]

-Ecstatic Shock Featuring Kaeya

Meaning: The surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile

Word count: 1.3k~

Description: Kaeya goes to see his girlfriend who works at angels share after a hard day of paperwork

Edited by: @pretty-princess-peach

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It had been such a long day. Kaeya was exhausted. It wasn’t fighting hilichurls or abyss creatures that had gotten him so exhausted, but something far more evil than that, Kaeya’s worst fear, paperwork. He had been putting it off for so long that Jean had needed to corner him in order to even talk to him about it. She had informed him that he would not be allowed to do any other work, or go on any missions, until every last bit of paperwork was completed. Unfortunately, he knew that she was dead serious, so he took to his office and begrudgingly got to work.

But now the day was over, and the sun was slowly sinking in the sky. The time for Kaeya to complete work that day had finally come to an end, and there was only one thing he could think of to ease his mind, alcohol. Besides, going to Angel's Share would be the only way he could see his lovely girlfriend until she had gotten off of work, so really, it was a win-win.

Kaeya organized the scattered papers on his desk before heading out the door of his office. As he walked towards the door, he passed Jean on her way out of the library, no doubt having just spoken with Lisa. She gave him a look, and he just winked at her and continued on his way to the exit. He pulled open the doors and was greeted with a city bathed in the golden rays of the slowly setting sun. Kaeya started his walk towards Angel's Share, silently praying that Diluc wouldn’t happen to be bartending tonight. He really didn’t want to deal with his brother's sour attitude.

Finally, Kaeya was walking through the doors of the bar and was relieved to see Charles behind the counter, cleaning glasses. He walked up to the counter and sat down on one of the stools. Charles noticed him and turned around with a smile on his face.

“Hey Kaeya, what can I get for you today? The usual?”

“Yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you, Charles.”

Charles started making his drink while Kaeya glanced around the bar, looking for a certain smiling waitress. Eventually, he found you, moving from table to table, collecting orders, bringing drinks, and grabbing dishes. After a few minutes, you made your way back to the counter to drop off the empty glasses and grab the drinks that were waiting to go to their tables. However, the second you had put down the dirty glasses and your hands were free, you immediately felt someone hug you from behind, and you froze.

“Hello there, my princess.”

You felt a wave of relief rush through you when you heard the familiar voice.

“Kaeya, let go. I'm working.”

He started running a hand up and down your side and blowing on your neck, and that was enough to make you wiggle out of the embrace and return to work. Kaeya chuckled to himself while he watched you walk away with an obvious blush gracing your cheeks.

“One Death After Noon.”

Kaeya turned around and picked up the drink.

“Thank you, Charles.”

He made his way to a table that was in the way enough that you would be walking by him lots.

Kaeya leaned back in his seat and stretched before starting to sip his drink. You saw him out of the corner of your eye and couldn’t help but be reminded of a cat.

You continued to take orders, drop off food and drink, and pick up any dishes or messes that were made. That is, until Kaeya was calling you over to his table. You walked over to him, assuming he was going to order some food since his drink was only half way done.

“What can I get you?”

“Ouch, so cold. Don’t you miss me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m working. What can I get you?”

“I just wanted to talk to you, baby.”

You shook your head and walked back to the counter to start ferrying more food to customers. Despite your focus on your job, Kaeya was having a nice time sipping his drink and watching you work. He flagged you down a few more times, but each time, he was met with annoying professionalism. You were being way nicer to the other patrons. It wasn’t fair! Eventually, Charles had to come up to him and ask that he not needlessly bother his employees while they were supposed to be working. That was enough to make your boyfriend decide that it would be best to wait to call you over again until he actually needed a new drink.

Another half an hour had passed, and Kaeya was finally finished. He called you over, and you were pleased to hear that he actually wanted to order another drink and wasn’t just bugging you. Of course, you weren’t actually upset with him. You thought his persistence was cute, and you couldn’t wait to go home with him later.

Another few minutes passed, and you were back with a new drink. Unfortunately though, Kaeya had devised an ingenious plan. He would drink his drinks much faster in order to talk to you more. It couldn’t fail.

You only started to notice Kaeya’s increased pace after you were bringing him his fourth drink. You knew that he could hold his liquor, but if he kept this up, he was going to be shitfaced by the time you two would be heading back to your place.

The night continued on, and eventually, you had to cut him off when he slurred out a request for a twelfth drink.

“Okay, you’re cut off for tonight.”

“What? Psht, I’m fine, don’t be mean.”

Wow. He was actually pouting. He sat there looking dejected for another forty five minutes while you finished your shift.

After what felt like hours to Kaeya, you were done. You walked over to your pouty boyfriend. You poked his shoulder, and he looked up at you. He looked miserable. After staring at you for a few seconds, he seemed to realize what was happening, and his face began to light up.

“You’re done?!”

“Yes, baby. I’m done.”

He jumped up, his chair falling back behind him, and picked you up and spun you around the best he could without having you hit a table.

“We’re going home now?”

“Yes, we’re going home now.”

You let out a little giggle at your boyfriend's behavior. He grabbed your hand and started walking out of the bar before you could pick up the fallen chair, and his strength left no room for any disagreement. The whole way back to your place, Kaeya was goofing off and saying things like, “You know, you really should have let me keep drinking. Pirates can drink lots, and I have an eyepatch, so I’m basically a pirate.”

Finally, the two of you were at your front door. Kaeya was swaying slightly as he waited for you to unlock it, and frankly, you were a little worried that he was going to fall over.

You opened your door and led your boyfriend inside, making sure he took off his boots before coming in too far. The two of you made your way to your bedroom, and you started changing into pajamas while Kaeya just took off his shirt and pants. The two of you laid down in bed together, and Kaeya started telling you how much he loves you and how he is so happy that you’re his. It was obvious that it was just drunk rambling, but it still made your face warm and gave you slight butterflies.

Kaeya was perfectly content. He was drunk,comfortable, and with the girl he loved. He couldn’t think of any better way to relax after such a long day of work.

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[asthmaticplushiedragon]

Finally finished that. You asked for it, and now you get the lmk Boop War fanfic, three days too late. It turned out really long, I apologize beforehand.

Boop Me If You Can

A Lego Monkie Kid fanfic

Summary: Monkey King promises MK a peach if he can boop him, accidentally (or is it?) Causing a city-wide boop war with MK at the center of it.

AO3:

Flower Fruit Mountain is a peaceful place most of the time. The monkeys are enjoying themselves, eating fruits and resting in the sun while their king is training his successor inside the cave.

But not today.

Today it was anything but peaceful.

Today Monkey King challenged MK to a Booping Duel.

It started okay. Monkey King was sparring with MK, dodging all his blows, hitting him with his own fists and eating Peach Chips, simultaneously.

MK was used to his mentor teasing and tossing him around, but he was caught completely off guard when the monkey king dodged one of his attacks, jumped on his shoulders, and then booped him.

Mk froze in place. "Wha-"

Monkey King then hit his legs and knock him to the ground.

The Monkie Kid spat dirt and rose up to sit. "What did you do?"

"Boop!" The Monkey smiled and tapped his nose again.

"Wha- stop that!"

"Hmm... nope!"

"Ugh- fine! I can boop you too, okay?!" MK rose up to stand and threw his hand forward to Monkey King's face, but the monkey moved aside and he fell on his face again.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Till the end of the day, I'm sure I'll manage to boop you!"

"HA!" Monkey King dodged MK's hand again. "Well I'll tell you something, alright? If you can't boop me before sunset, you owe me three bowls of noodles. But if you can, I'll give you... one whole peach! How's that sound?"

The Monkie Kid gasped. "AMAZING! Alright! Here comes Monkie-eeeeeaaaaaah!!!!"

The King Laughed as he jumped twenty meters in the air, holding MK with his tail, and throwing him at full strength at the bottom of the mountain.

He came back seconds later, riding on the giant staff. "That's cheating!"

"I never said I was going to play fair!" He said, summoning a cloud and zipping away to the distance. "I'll be in the city, boop me if you can! Byeeee!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Guys! I need all the help I can get!"

"What?! Why?? Is somebody destroying the world again?!"

"What? no! Why would you-" MK froze and scratched his head. "Wow, I guess that does happen often, huh?"

"You could say that." Tang said between noodles.

What do you need??" Mei drew her sword. "Who needs killing?"

"Monkey King's nose! Well not killing, it actually needs booping."

"Ohoho, a boopwar?" Mei swapped her sword in a phone. "Who? Where? What? ALL the details!"

MK drank three glasses of water and stood so that all three could see him easily. "Monkey King and I, inside the city. And he will give me a Peach if I can do it before sunset!"

The group stood silent for a few moment.

"Pigsy, call Sandy." Said Tang. "We have a monkey to boop."

It didn't take long to assemble everyone and come up with a war strategy. The group divided to three teams: Pigsy and Sandy, Mei and Red Son, and Tang with Mo. Each group is to scout one part of the city, and if they see Monkey King they are to call the others and try to seize him. All the while MK watches from the weather station, using the security cameras to look for his mentor.

It didn't take long for the groups to fall victims for Monkey King's booping, either.

The monkey was quick, unpredictable. He moved at the speed of light, booping everyone and everything in his way. There was no escape.

Eventually even his successor wasn't spared of the booping destruction.

"That's the fourth time already! You gotta catch up, bud!"

And with that the monkey took off.

"So?"

"He booped me AGAIN! Ohhh, I can't wait to boop his stupid little nose!"

"Maybe you need more drastic measurements." Red Son offered. "I could give you some of our Bull Clones, if you wish."

"Yeah! And Mo can pilot his mech!" Said Sandy.

"You could practice on us in the meantime!" Said Tang, and Pigsy added "But just because we're helping you doesn't mean we won't boop you back!"

"Aww, you guys..." MK started, but then shook his head. "No! I need to catch Monkey King! Sorry guys!" He booped each of them, and then ran out with his staff, off to try and find the Celestial Monkey.

"Did he just..."

"Oh, yes, he did." Pigsy replied to the fire demon.

Mei grinned mischievously and opened a live stream. "Hey chat! What do you think of starting a city wide Boop War?"

Red Son fixed his glasses and sparked fire in his fist. "It's on."

The city was a peaceful place when demons weren't trying to smash or conquer it. The market is lively, the roads are busy, the arcade is noisy.

But nothing was peaceful on the day of the great Boop War.

Shop owners shut down their businesses to boop passengers. Parents and children booped strangers on the street. Bus drivers didn't move a centimeter before booping each and every one of their passengers.

And everyone were keeping track of how many boops they gave and received.

Three hours to Sunset, Sandy had a headstart of 50, Tang was working on his 78th, Pigsy had a hundred due to booping every customer, Red Son had two hundred and three, and Mei was on a roll with more than Three hundred given and seven hundred received (being a sreamer has pros and cons). And MK? MK, being able to move at the speed of light, had booped every mortal or immortal being who took part in the Boop War: except for the Monkey King.

And as for him... he reached a million boops. Ten to passengers or friends. All of the rest were given to non other than his student.

He received only one boop as for now, from a baby who asked very politely. The same method did not work for MK. He tried.

MK was just about to chase his mentor in the northern part of the city, when he met an unexpected person.

"Hey!" He shouted at the twin demons. "What are you doing here?!"

"What?" Said Jin, rising from booping a young girl. "Are we not allowed to have fun?"

"Yeah! We only want to take part in the dragon girl's boop fight!" Added Yin.

"Oh really?" MK narrowed his eyes. "Or are you here to try and steal my Peach of Immortality?!"

The brothers looked at each other. "Oi, Yin. Did you hear anything about a Peach of Immortality involved?"

Yin shook his head. "But if there is..."

"Well well well, Monkie Kid!" Jin grinned mischievously. "It seems you're onto our plan!"

"Not that we made it on spot or anything, yes? But now we'll also try to win that peach!"

"HA!" MK span the staff. "Good luck with that! Like you could boop Monkey King before me!"

"What? You never said there would be a Monkey King involved!"

The Monkie Kid stuck his staff in the ground and jumped a long way ahead.

And hit a pair of demons he really wasn't sure what their relationship with him was.

"DBK! Heyyyy..."

"Don't bother, noodle boy, we're not here for a fight." Princess Iron Fan waved a dismissive hand and the two of them marched forward. MK wasn't sure what they saw as 'not here for a fight', but carrying your weapons in broad daylight wasn't it. Not that he was one to talk, using his staff at any given time.

"Then why are you here?!"

Princess Iron Fan laughed, and Demon Bull King turned back, touching MK's nose with his talon. "Boop!"

"...huh."

"We'll be off embarrassing our son! So long, noodle boy!"

Before MK could react, a monkey landed on his shoulders, touched his nose, and said "That's one million and twenty three."

"Oh!" MK plunk out a hair and blew on it, creating a clone in front of him, touching Monkey King's nose. "Aha! I did it, I booped your nose! Now give me my Peach!"

The Monkey just laughed and then made a couple of clones of his own. "A clone doesn't count! You need to boop me yourself!" He turned into a sparrow and flew away, followed by MK and tens of the King's clones.

"Just stay put, will you?!"

"Where's the fun in that?" The colorful bird yelled back. "Hey bud, do you think you can escape an angry mob?"

"What kind of question is that?!" MK flew forward and caught up with the Monkey King, reaching with his wing, two centimeters away from his beak...

And was forced to back away when a ray of green flames shot right toward him.

He looked down, seeing all his friends looking at him with fury in their eyes. Behind them stood the Gold and Silver Demons, dozens of Bull Clones, and a random shoe seller with blue hair and huge glasses.

"Mei! I could have gotten a Peach of Immortality!"

"So what?! Come here you coward, or I will set you wing on fire! I can do that, you know!"

Red Son rolled his eyes. "That is a very dull way to get him down, dragon girl. Allow me to show you PEASANTS how you really do it!"

"Aww, you are so sweet, my dear son." Princess Iron Fan laughed with a proud smile, and her husband nodded.

"M-Mother!"

"But guys, I need that peach! And now Monkey King is nowhere to be found again!"

A new voice came from the crowd behind the Monkie Kids - "Don't worry. I can find Wukong for you."

Mk scanned the crowd, looking for the speaker. "Nezha?!"

"Why are you even surprised at this point?!"

"You know what, you have a point! I'm not!" MK landed in a safe distance, watching Mei's sword carefully. "Who's this lady behind you?"

Nezha smiled. "May I introduce the Buddhisattva Guanyin, goddess of mercy."

The Monkie Kid was stunned. "Ohmygoshohmygoshomygosh Guanyin??? Ohhhh that's so cool! Why are you here?"

The goddess smiled. She wore a pink and yellow Hanfu and a lotus shaped hairpin was in her long black hair. "I think Nezha said it plain and simple, MK the Monkie Kid. One being a goddess with duties does not mean I cannot have a fun break once in a few centuries, does it?"

MK nodded. "I guess. Wow, Tang, you're uncharacteristically chill about this."

Pigsy snorted. "He didn't say one word from the moment she and Nezha showed up."

"Oh."

"In any case," Mei cracked her knuckles. "I believe you owe us something."

"What? Why?" His amber eyes flickered in fear as the whole group moved forward.

"My my," Pigsy crossed his arms. "Do you not even realize what this is?"

Mk took a step back.

Sandy's smile was a weird combination between the normal reassuring and warm smile to an off-putting grin. "It's called an ambush, MK."

MK realized, a moment too late, that behind him and to the sides a crowd was surrounding him.

"And this," Red Son snapped his fingers and fire appeared between them. "Is the part where you run. Oh wait! You can't. "

Hundreds, if not thousands of humans, demons, spirits and what not ran forward at once, attacking MK with their booping fingers. Men, women, and all the in-between, even people he considered to be his allies, all seeking revenge for his score of Fifty Two Thousand and Eighty Seven boops.

It was brutal. The people all trying to reach MK's nose, his own hands flying around and booping the people close to him without even noticing. Numbers went up quicker that you could even count them. MK was half buried by the mountain of boopers. There was only one way out.

MK turned into a hawk and flew right between the arms of Red Son and Mei, getting as far away from the crowd as he could, but it didn't take them long to understand what's going on and follow him by foot.

And so MK found himself chasing a monkey in the sky, while running away from an angry mob of his own.

And so, forty five minutes to Sunset, MK was in the middle of a mid-air fight with Nezha and Guanyin, which was mostly just him flying around trying to get away while Nezha is throwing petal darts at him and Guanyin booping him with quick hands and a charming laughter. MK had a strong feeling of Deja Vu.

Finally, half an hour before his deadline, MK managed to escape and zipped back to the ground.

And hit a huge dragon.

It wasn't Mei, the dragon was too big and the shade was off. However it was certainly someone from her clan. MK's first thought was that it was Ao Guang, Mei's great-great-a-thousand-times-great-grand-uncle, followed by his second: 'Wait, didn't that guy die? I think Macaque killed him. Is he dead? Oh gosh I think Macaque actually killed that guy. Did I hit a ghost dragon?!'

Then the dragon turned, and MK understood. She had red marks around her eyes, like eyeliner, and her face was majestic and criticizing.

"Mrs. Dragon! Oh gosh I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you! Are you okay??"

Mei's mother looked at him for a few moments, then giggled. "Oh honey it's fine! My dragon form is pretty big, I should have been more careful and look out to smaller people flying around."

MK blinked. That was not the reaction he was expecting. "Oh. Uh, great! Um..."

"Are you okay, dear?"

MK flapped his wings, trying to find the right words. "...why are you here? In you dragon form, that is. Of course you'd be in the city, you live here. I meant to ask why you're out in the huge dragon form."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Because my husband is boring and I want to have fun in my daughter's game. This form is very efficient for booping others! They can't reach my nose, but I can boop theirs!"

MK gasped in a smile. "Ohmygosh thank you! You're helping me so much right now!" He zipped upwards, activating his gold vision. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Dragon!"

"Oh my!" Mei's mother watched him fly. "You look worked up enough to fight Sun Wukong himself!"

MK found Monkey King chilling with Peach Chips on a cloud just above the weather station, eyes closed.

"Aha! Found you!"

Monkey King raised an eyebrow. "Hey Bud, I heard you coming here so that wouldn't have worked for you anyway, but if your opponent doesn't see you coming maybe shouting that you found them is not the brighter idea."

MK froze. "Okay yeah you're probably right. But I don't have much time to chat about my mistakes! Here comes monkie kid!" He yelled, flying forward at the speed of light, and missed Monkey King's nose again.

"Come on, bud, this is getting embarrassing!" The monkey shook his head. "Just do it!"

The king jumbled aside and booped MK, who turnedback into a human. He hit his ribs and when MK tensed in pain he booped him again. "You need to see this as a battle!" He caught him with his tail and after another quick boop threw him at the roof of the weather station. MK growled in pain as he hit the roof. "See your opponent's mistakes and make them your advantages!" Monkey King landed on his student's chest and made him puff, then booped him. "This is not a game. It's a battle! Use your training!"

"But I-"

"You can! You just need to believe in yourself!" The Monkey King let him go. "So do it! You have five minutes, MK. I believe you can do it. Show me it's true!"

MK rose up on shaking legs and closed his fists. He stumbled in the general direction of his mentor, fists closed. "Here. Comes. Monkie Kid!" He ran forward, and Monkey King smiled. "Go on! Fight me!"

MK's fist hit his mentor's side, and he returned the blow with a hit to MK's hand and a boop on his nose. MK enlarged the staff and swang it toward Monkey King's head, but he ducked and dodged. "Harder! Don't be afraid to hit me! Come on, boop me!"

The Monkie Kid gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and threw forward a finger to where he expected Monkey King's nose to be- and fell off the roof.

"Kid!" Monkey King rushed to summon a cloud and dive down, landing on the ground where MK would fall and putting both hands forward to catch him.

High pitched screams of panic sounded from above as a human figure fell from the sky, arms tossed around, trying to catch something to hold onto.

All the people who participated in the game could easily see it when, thirty seconds before sunset, one of MK's panicking hands brushed against Monkey King's nose. Finally.

After they calmed him down, Mei showed MK the video, so excited she looked like she's gonna explode. "MK! You did it! You won a Peach!"

"I- I did? I mean, I did!" MK turned to the smiling Monkey King.

"You did great, kid. Not what I meant, but great."

"YES!" MK high-fived his friends. "I'm getting that Peach of Immortality!"

"Wow wow wow. Who said anything about immortality?"

"But you said-"

"I said a peach, I never mentioned an immortal one!" Monkey King protested.

"What?!" MK shouted.

"All that and for a stupid regular peach?!" Mei grabbed Monkey King's scarf. "That's so unfair!"

"I have a feeling of Deja Vu." Mumbled Red Son, arms crossed.

But MK just laughed, and laughed and laughed until he was unable to breath. "You know what?" He finally said to his friends (and Guanyin who was still there for some reason). "It was fun. I don't even care if it's a regular peach. I had fun with all of you today."

The group looked at him, then laughed as well.

"Yeah, you're right. It was worth it." Pigsy smiled.

"Definitely." Sandy sat on the ground beside him, followed by Mei and Red Son, and the purring Mo.

"But can we please not do that again?" Tang asked awkwardly. "We managed to destroy the city with a Boop War.  This is a new top score."

"Oh!" MK tapped Mei's shoulder. "I know just what we need right now."

Mei smiled and opened her phone once again. "Everyone say hi to the camera!"

But MK wasn't looking at the Camera when she took the picture. He was too busy booping his mentor, a big smile across his face.

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[lanitalay]

In the Woods Somewhere

Lucien x reader 

A/n: I am a Hozier girly and this song just screams Lucien to me. Enjoy.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1.1k

When I awoke

The moon still hung

The night so black that the darkness hummed

A gasp broke through the delicate quiet of the night. Clutch your chest, heart pounds. Shallow and jagged breathing cloud your ears. It's all you can feel. All you can hear. You don’t know how long it's been since you were unconscious. Or how you ended up in the middle of the woods. 

I raised myself

My legs were weak

I prayed my mind be good to me

Calm now, you were calm. Check for wounds. Assess the situation. Feel around for your weapon. Find the dagger next on the ground. Sticky blood coating the blade. Slowly stand, try to avoid rustling any leaves. Feel trapped. Caged in by the walls of darkness, the moon a spotlight on your worst nightmare. They were getting closer, closing. The darkness now comes from above as a dense cloud blocks the moonlight. A coffin. The forest would be your final resting place. It was fair, you thought. The forest provides life but it also takes it. Eats up everything within, eventually. You feel wiggling underneath and over your feet. Worms. 

An awful noise

Filled the air

I heard a scream in the woods somewhere

He had heard the scream and ran towards it. These were his woods, his forest. But they were also his brother’s. His father’s. The scream reminded him of nights spent being flogged, blood splattered on maple trees and sadistic, power hungry laughter. So he ran, dodging trees and boulders and low branches from memory. He and the forest were one and the same, an extension of one another. 

A fox it was

He shook, afraid

I spoke no words, no sound he made

Dagger points in the direction of the rustling. The sound of crunching leaves nearing you by the second. You took a defensive position and hoped it was an animal. The noise stopped as quickly as it started. The lid from your casket lifted and the moon soaked the male face in front of you. 

He raises his hands “I mean you no harm”, he says in a low voice. The dagger stays in place “where am I?” 

 “This is the Hickory Groves”

“What’s your name?” 

“Lucien”. Vanserra. He didn’t have to say it and you knew enough of the High Lord’s heirs to know you were in danger. Killing him was not an option. Running would make it a chase. So you  standstill. Knife pointed at his heart. 

“I mean you no harm” he repeats, low, gentle. 

The Hickory Groves… the part of autumn that borders Spring. Where females of all ages get discarded by their families, elders or, in your case, lover. The top of the coffin gets brought down again. You gulp. Foxes like to play with their food. If he was here it was for no good reason. 

A small flame appears from one of his raised hands and you can see him again, more clearly now. He was handsome. At least you’d die at the hand of a pretty bastard. A miniscule mercy. His claws and fangs more preferable than the other creatures that stalk these woods. 

I saw new eyes were watching me

The creature lunged

I turned and ran

To save a life I didn't have

Lucien remained still. You had not moved an inch in what felt like an age. Slow, calculating steps circled you. He extinguished the flame. You had seen enough. When the steps sounded like they were right behind him you turned and ran as fast as you could in the opposite direction. Leaving Lucien in between you and the creature. 

Deer in the chase

There as I flew

Forgot all prayers of joining you

As you ran you heard the sound of a struggle. The thud of a fallen body. Then more steps racing. You zig zag and try to lose the hunter. The first rays of sun guide you towards the edge of the forest. You run and run and promise yourself that when you reach the valley whatever is following you will disappear. A pathetic wish of a desperate girl. But when you see more rays, the sky littered in pink and peach hues you run faster. The valley looks endless, mist coats the furry hills, green leaves fade to red in the distance. The steps had ceased, you notice but half way through a sigh of relief a towering figure appears next to you. Your heart stops.

“You’re a fast runner” 

“I thought you dropped dead”

“That was not me, to the dismay of some” 

“What is a lordling doing in the Grove of Rejects?” He snorts at the question “Is that what you call this place?” You shrug “everyone in my village knows that if you want to get rid of someone you send them here”. 

“You were sent here?” 

“Scrapped is more like it” 

“By who?” 

“Curious? I think it was a male from my village. He thought me too poor to marry but good enough to bed”

“Why bring you here?”

“I have a bit of a reputation for having a… temper. He must not want to face my wrath. Not that he had anything to worry about, I thought him too much of a brute to marry. Now though… I’ll gut him for this”

I clutched my life

And wished it kept

My dearest love, I'm not done yet

Warm skin presses against your back and drapes across your waist.  

“What did you think of me when we first met?” 

“I was sure you wanted to kill me”

“You were the one with the knife” 

“You were chasing me” 

“I’m still chasing you”

“You have me” 

“Do I really?” You tense. Lucien had taken it upon himself to deal with the male that dropped you in the middle of the woods that day. Ever since he had visited you under the guise of a routine check up on one of the more isolated villages of the Autumn Court.

He visited frequently enough that you became friendly. He stayed late enough that you became intimate. 

Turn to face him. Graze his cheek with the palm of your hand and savor the warmth that radiates within his caramel skin. Raw eyes pierce your own. He wants you. He wants this and he wants more. 

“A bride of Autumn has no happy life” he knew it. He saw his mother cry.

“We could leave it all behind” you place a shaky finger on his swollen lips. 

“One day, my love, but not today” 

How many years

I know I'll bear

I found something in the woods somewhere

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[hsdiaries]

chapter five

4.3k words

Fifth chapter of eight count.

The morning after with her felt like I was in a different dimension of my life. We fixed her bed with new sheets, I rolled my eyes as she insisted that we fix the bed completely. I let her know I never did, that I found it pointless before jumping in and messing up the neatly made up bed we had just spent twenty minutes arranging. She eventually jumped in too, her laughter mixing with mine as we wrinkled the covers and knocked down some pillows. Her body shifted towards mine, lips brushing mine gently before pressing a kiss onto them. 

We went to a small bakery for breakfast that I came to every once in a while, making sure it was in the opposite direction of Birmingham’s. She was too nosy when it came to my so-called job there and I wanted to avoid it at all cost. Our breakfast was spent sharing two different pastries as she couldn’t make up her mind and cups of coffee each. She surprised me then, insisting I get a key to her apartment so that I could let myself in while she was at work. It was strange to me, knowing her less than a week but feeling like I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

We walked to a local hardware store after, quickly making a key before heading back to her place. She was talkative the entire time, almost as if she never had someone to express all her thoughts too. I learned she liked to snack on white cheddar popcorn, always had a bowl ready to quickly reach into. We attempted to play blackjack on her coffee table, but ended up building paper houses out of the cards. Some two stories, others single story homes.

“I always wanted an entire loft like building for myself. I make enough to probably get something like that…but now the space would seem too empty and big for just me,” she smiled, starting to add a third story to one carefully.

“I’d follow you there too, we could call it the house of broken hearts,” I bit my lip, a soft peach blush on her cheeks.

“What makes you think I have a broken heart?” She said softly, eyes locked on mine.

“It’s a hunch, if everything else of you, is as similar to me as the things we’ve shared, I’d say we share a broken heart too,” I shrugged and she nodded, looking down to her paper houses.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right, bashful, maybe you’re right.”

—

I hadn’t seen her today since she placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving for work. She had done this the past two mornings before work and each time I wished I could pull her against me; hold her there the rest of the day. I had been sleeping on the couch as well these past two nights, trying to keep some decency in our newly formed friendship. I didn’t want her to think she was just a sexual fixture in my life, I wanted her to know I was able to make this more than just that.

Packing up my gym bag with everything I needed for tonight’s fight made me jittery. It was both my ego and nerves trying to take over my mind. I needed to win this fight to make bills for the next month, I also needed the win to not feel like the weak bastard my father thought I was. 

Throwing my shoes in my bag, I looked around the apartment making sure I didn’t leave a mess. I didn’t want Emilia to come home from work stressed out and cleaning. Once I made sure everything was in order, I threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way out, locking the door behind me. 

My body moved toward the elevator but my feet stopped me, eyes glancing over to my apartment door. I licked my lips as they went dry, wondering if he was okay. We had heard his drunken movements at night as we settled, but I hadn’t been back. I bought clothes with some of the extra money Brad had given, knowing if my father needed groceries, he would sober up enough to get himself bread, cheese and more beer.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head continuing my way off of this floor and to the lobby. When I got to the bottom, Richard whistled, catching my attention instantly.

“Rich! Good day!” I smiled, gripping on tighter to my bag, walking over to him as his eyes narrowed, “Or not good day?”

“She’s special, Harry. She’s smart, responsible, and incredibly kind. Her heart is too big for her own good,” he said sternly, eyes burning into mine.

“I know that. I see it. She’s been good to me with no real reason to be,” I said, watching as his eyes trailed to my gym bag.

“She know about that?” His chin pointing in its direction.

“No. I don’t want her involved in that. You know it’s probably best she doesn’t get involved in it,” I swallowed, until eventually he gave a soft nod.

“I know you’re a good kid, Harry. She is too. I just don’t want broken hearts all over my lobby floor,” he raised an eyebrow and I couldn’t help but chuckle nodding my head.

“I don’t have enough heart left for that. I’m afraid she’d leave a black hole and nothing else,” I raised both eyebrows before turning on my heels, “Bye Rich.”

I pushed my way through the apartment doors, quickly heading towards Birmingham’s. Brad and I had done so much work for tonight’s fight, I knew I could take him down in one round easily, two if I wanted to make a show out of it. I would have my title back from this dumbass and that was all that truly concerned me.

As I finally walked in the doors of Birmingham’s I was greeted by Jacob and Brad hanging at the bar.

“Well, well, well it’s our champ! You ready to knock him the fuck out tonight?” Jacob quipped, Brad laughing.

“Fuck yeah. Get him out of this bar for at least a month,” I snickered making Jacob roll his eyes.

“Don’t exactly appreciate you scaring away paying customers,” he tilted his head at me and I sat next to Brad.

“I bring in about half of the people on fight nights, I can chase away one,” I shot back, Brad pointing at me with her drink.

“His point is valid lad,” Jacob narrowed his eyes, tuning to grab a small glass, filling it with some cherries and handing it to me. I smiled, glancing down at my usual, normally topped off with some cold Coca Cola if it wasn’t a fight night. I grabbed a cherry, popping it off the stem with my teeth.

“Yeah, well, you better not start sucking then. They’ll stop coming around if all you do is lose their money. Even today, most bets on the table are in favor of you winning,” Jacob said, sliding over his bet log. I glanced over it quickly, looking at how much I would make from the entry fee alone if I won.

“Don’t worry. I ain’t losing anymore. Not in my nature,” I winked, eating another cherry.

“So, did you finally grow the balls to tell your girl about tonight?” Brad elbowed my arm, my eyes narrowing at him.

“She’s not my girl…not like that anyway. I don’t want her involved in this world. She’s too good for this, trust me. Plus, the legality of it all, I’m sure it would mess with her job,” I ran my fingers through my hair, twisting the strands and pulling at them tightly.

“You gotta tell her eventually. What’s she going to think when you come home with a couple bruises tonight or those stitches opened up again?” Brad shot back.

“I’ll deal with it when I get there. Right now, she doesn’t need this, so let’s just drop it,” I said, biting two cherries at once, “Let’s talk schedule, what are the fights looking like tonight?”

Jacob, flipped around the bet book, looking for the schedule running his finger down the order of events, “We have two fights before you, you go on at 12, near closing time. Best spot.”

“Perfect, Hopefully Louis’ ass can stay sober enough to stand through it, if not, Brad you’ll be the stand in manager and coach,” we both nodded at each other.

“We got this, bruv, winners,” Brad patted my back as we got lost in conversation.

“God, just one more hour,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes from how tired I was. Today had been long, no major losses in the ward, just pain and struggle. Jo didn’t look any happier with today, but we held on to the knowledge that tomorrow was our last shift before a four day break. 

“Watch it be the hour from hell. You know I could use a drink tonight. I wanna go home, get dolled up, look sexy as fuck and well - get fucked,” she smirked and I couldn’t help but chuckle. My thighs clench slightly at the thought of having Harry in my bed tonight. He had been so respectful since the first time we slept together, but I wanted nothing more than to hear him call me pretty girl in my ear.

I bit my lip, running my tongue against it, “Let’s do that! Let’s go home, get dolled up, you can meet me at my place and we can go to Birmingham’s and get drunk. You can meet Harry, he’s working tonight!” I smiled brightly, like the idea of having someone important to introduce.

“I can meet the man that has my best friend on a whole different planet? Sign me up. Plus, Jacob always gives me free drinks!” She shimmed her shoulders, winking at me. I laugh, shaking my head as I close up some files, turning to the computer to log information in, “So he’s just been there this week? And hasn’t try to put a move on you at all?”

“Well..,” I sucked my lower lip in between my teeth and giggled, my eyes glancing over at her. I cleared my throat and whispered so only she could hear, “we hooked up the first morning after he stayed over. We just got caught up in the moment, but since then, nothing has happened. I think he’s trying to be respectful, because we kiss and touch. Just hasn’t been sexual.”

Jo’s jaw dropped, she took hold of my arm, rolling her chair over closer to mine, “You got laid and didn’t share. You know I live through these moments, it’s why we share!”

“I honestly thought you would be upset at me! You told me to be careful, and here I am, having him in my apartment and fucking him!” I exclaimed quietly, making her laugh. 

“Did you use a condom?” She said, my eyes widening as she hit my head softly with a file, “That’s not being careful!”

Scrunching my nose, I giggled, “I took care of things, I just - God Jo, it was so fucking hot. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him to just keep touching me.”

I breathed out, Jo stomping her feet playfully on the ground, hugging me close to her, squealing out “God, I love sex.”

Bursting into laughter, I smacked her arm until she finally freed me, “He’s friends with Jacob you know? We could have a double date!” 

“Jacob and I don’t do double dates. We fuck. That’s where that ends, but, for you, I guess,” Jo said rolling her eyes, even though deep down I knew she wanted nothing more than to make it more than just casual sex. 

“You’re so generous,” I smirked, shaking my head a bit, “Okay, so it’s set then, Birmingham’s after work. We will wash off the day, get cute and get drunk.” 

She watched me as I clapped my hands in excitement, laughing and pushed back to her area of the desk and continuing her work.

— 

I smoothed on a layer of a mauvey lipstick on top of my favorite brown liner, blotting my lips against each other; my signature peach blush on my cheeks. Jo was five minutes away, we would pregame with some shot for courage before heading to Birmingham’s. It was silly, needing liquid courage, as if Harry hadn’t made my home his - but he was always so quiet about work. Secretive almost, not embarrassed, just…secretive. A knock on my door snapped me out of thoughts and I quickly closed my lipstick, moving to open the door for Jo. 

“I bring Don Julio and Patron. Options!” She exclaimed, bringing in her scent of cherry vanilla with her, dressed in a black jumpsuit that hugged her just right.

“Patron is the only option!” I snatched the bottle from her, quickly making my way over to the kitchen. I pulled out shot glasses and quickly served us shots.

“So did you tell Harry we were coming? I told Jacob we would be stopping by,” she smiled as we clinked the shot glasses and down them quickly. I scrunched my face at the burn of the tequila, shaking my head.

“No. I figured I would surprise him looking like this,” I winked, twirling to show off my loose gold satin dress, and dainty strappy heels.

“You know what, it’ll be the best surprise of his life, and I won’t blame you if you sneak him away,” she smacked my ass before serving another shot.

“Oh hush, alright, I made us sandwiches, two more shots and then we are out!” I said, gliding over to my fridge and pulling out the two sandwiches I had made us earlier. She reached over and began eating as we chatted about what our days off would consist of. We agreed to go shopping the day after tomorrow just in case tonight ended with both of us with me in our beds.

Once our sandwiches were done we took our final shot then quickly grabbed our purses and headed out. I was thankful Birmingham’s wasn't too far off, both because of the cold and also because the shots were starting to course through me. I was as nervous at the thought of surprising Harry, but excited all at the same time.

We pushed through the bar door, Jo squinting her eyes until she spotted Jacob and squealing, “Sugar!” She loosened her grip on my running towards the bar, Jacob rounding the corner and smiling at her.

“Baby face, look at you,” Jacob smirked at her, drinking her up as I approached the bar sitting next to where Jo stood. Jacob’s eyes landed on me, “Hey E, how’s the night going?”

“Good, in need of a good ranch water with a extra twist,” I winked and he chuckled.

“Alrighty and you Jo?” 

“Tequila. Straight,” she smirked and I couldn’t help but snicker at my best friend’s straightforwardness.

He chuckled and nodded, my eyes rolling as Jo took her seat, “Alright, coming right up. Make sure to keep the freaks away until I get back.”

I saluted at him, before biting my lip and tapping my fingers on the bar top. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander around, trying to spot the unruly hair that I loved tangling my fingers in.

“You see him?” Jo said, her voice snapping me in her direction.

“No. I mean, I see a bar back, but it’s not him. Maybe he got off already? But..he said he would be home late. So - I don’t actually know.”

She nodded as Jacob made his way back, placing our drinks in front of us, “Here you go, I gotta work the bar, I’ll be back.”

“Wait sugar! Question, where is Harry?” Jo said confidently, my cheeks flushing. 

I watched as Jacob’s brows furrowed, looking around quickly then back at us. He crossed his arms in front of his body, leaning forward on the bar, “How do you both know about that?”

Jo and I quickly glanced at each other then back at Jacob, “Know about what?” I said, tilting my head.

“Harry, the boxing…that’s what you're asking about right?” He said, eyes narrowed, but before I had a chance to speak, Jo spoke quickly.

“Obviously, we just didn’t get the full details,” she smiled, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair.

“Alright, normally there is a twenty dollar buy in, but I’ll swing it for you both. Take your drink, these tickets and head down that back door marked employee entrance. You’ll reach the stairs, you’ll hear the crowd, just follow the noise. He already started so, hurry, I’m sure he’s going to be done with that pus quickly.”

My mind tried to wrap around everything Jacob had just said, Jo’s hand wrapping around my arm and pulling me up. I followed her in a daze, drinking in hand as we followed Jacob’s directions. As we approached the stairs and made our way down, I could hear what sounded like a crowd, cheering and booing. Voices overlapping more than just those at a bar. 

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyeline fell on a boxing rink, surrounded by drunken men and a couple of women. In the rink was a tall slim blonde, ducking to avoid punches coming from a curly haired brunette. My curly hair brunette, Harry. My hand quickly came to my mouth, seeing Harry throw a punch and miss, followed by a quick punch to his stitched up eyebrow.

Harry lost his balance slightly, moving back until he found his footing, moving so quickly none of us including the other boxer expected it. He threw three quick blows, before they both moved into a hug, the makeshift referee approaching to seperate them.

“Uhm? This is a unique bar back?” Jo yelled into my ear, my face turning towards her brows furrowed.

“I can’t believe he lied,” I shot back.

“Hey, maybe he had a reason,” Jo quickly said as I shook my head.

“This is so stupid, beyond dang—…” I was interrupted by the crowd's screams and yells, the bell indicating the fight had ended ringing in my ears. Harry’s arm was held up by the referee, two other men running up and hugging him, lifting him up on their shoulders.

“I gotta go,” I said quickly, moving through the crowd to the ring, trying to find Harry in the haze of things. I could see the top of his head, his dimples imprinted on his cheeks coming into view. I swallowed, pressing my lips tightly together before finally calling out to him, “Harry.”

I saw his shoulders tense, his face turning to glance over his shoulder before completely turning around. Confusion seemed to be his primary expression before it softened into his sweet smile. His sweet smile that I needed to go away and not distract from the anger I felt in my chest.

“Emilia…what are you doing here?” He said, almost hesitant to step towards me.

“Thought I was going to surprise you at work, maybe hang out after you were off,” I chewed on my lip.

“Did you…do you see the entire fight?” He said softly, his hands moving to his hair, he was nervous, it was obvious.

“Caught the end it seems…so this is what you do? This is your job?” I said sternly, straight to the point.

He studied my face, my eyes not leaving his as he did, “Yeah. This is how I get my money. It usually covers rent and the bills, plus some savings.”

I bit my lip, shaking my head, “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

His face pulled back slightly, “What?”

“Yes, there is no proper medical team, your wound is open again which can be dangerous on its own, not to mention completely illegal. This is so stupid, Harry. And you lied to me.”

“Of course I did! Look how you’re reacting! Fucking shaming me, for trying to make a living the only way I know how,” he scoffed, biting his lip and shaking his head.

“This isn’t the only way! There are so many other ways to make a living, to get a good—…”

“….a good what?! Job? Job that understands my father is a drunk who will make me miss work more than days I can physically attend? That will pay me in one day what I can make here in one night. Not all of us are privileged, Emilia!” He growled at me, eyebrows knitting together, arms crossing in front of my body.

“Excuse me?” 

“Privileged. Things handed to them if you need a clearer definition,” he smirked, arrogantly chuckling under his breath.

“Things have not been handed to me! I have worked hard for every bit of the life I have!” I yelled, finding myself moving closer to his face, trying to match his towering height, not letting him make me feel small.

“Yeah? Nothing at all? And when you went to school? Did daddy pay for that? Or the government because you lost your father in service?” He shot back, words stinging like a dagger straight to my heart. I felt myself shrivel back down to small, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to fall.

I back away slowly, chewing on my inner cheek and lip, “Fuck you, Harry.”

He moved to close the distance between us, face so close our noses lined up, “You already did,” he smirked, looking from one eye to the other before walking around me and leaving me in the wake of a crowd I didn’t realize had stayed behind to watch the argument.

Looking around desperately, I felt Jo rush into me, arms wrapping tightly around my body, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

I pushed past her quickly, cursing myself under my breath for handling everything the way I had. I felt cornered, attacked, I reacted the way I normally would with my father - only making bile crawl up my throat. I reached the small changing area for the boxer, pushing to the sink in the back, allowing my entire body weight to rest on my hands as I held on.

A hand gripped at my shoulder, my eyes peeking up in the mirror to see Jacob. I shook my head and looked down at the sink, “What’s up?”

“First…I didn’t realize that was her. She knew of you, so I just sent her down. I thought it was part of the plan to come see you,” Jacob said, Brad and the guys obviously having informed him. 

Or Emilia herself.

“It doesn’t even fucking matter, I just met her, don’t mean shit,” I said, further amount of bile forming, clearing my throat to make it go away.

Jacob nodded small, “And secondly…Percy Maddox was here tonight. Saw you fight. He’s waiting for you upstairs, made me empty a booth out for you. A meeting with Percy Maddox is a big deal, Harry. He doesn’t come to Birmingham’s often.”

I closed my eyes, exhaling through my nose before standing up and rolling my shoulders back, “Where’s Lou and Brad?”

“Already buying him a round.” Jacob said, my tongue licking my dry lips as I nodded.

“Right, just gotta clean up.”

—

Looking around, I spotted the boys sitting at the back booth, Lou calling me over with his hand. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at my curls as I walked over. As I turned the corner to sit next to Lou, I took in the great Percy Maddox - heart instantly dropping into my stomach.

He was well dressed, almost too overdressed for a bar like Birmingham’s. Shiny gold watch on his wrist, matching the chain around his neck. He smiled, taking me in as he sipped his drink, thumb coming up to wipe at his lips.

“Harry Styles. Did you know everyone in mainstream boxing has heard about you already? Some up and coming boxer, illegally making his name in a bar - sounds like the story of a legend,” he shrugged, making me laugh a bit.

“I wasn’t aware of my impact. This just pays the bills,” I said shortly, not really sure how I wanted this meeting to go.

“You could be paying the bills and more, with my help obviously. PR, best matches, traveling the world, strong team behind you.” 

“I already have the best team, these two have obviously gotten me noticed by the likes of you. Which obviously means something impactful,” I said, glancing over to Lou and Brad, nervous smiles on their faces.

This moment meant everything to Brad, I knew it. I didn’t want to sabotage anything for him, but I needed it to be known they were my team. Even dumbass, Lou.

“You make valid points, Harry, and I wouldn’t remove them from your side. It’s obvious this came from the work of three not just one. I’ve had many boxers come under my wing with a team, and we’ve managed.” 

“So you want me on your team?” I said carefully.

“I want you to show me you deserve to be on my team. Two weeks. I pick the opponent, you prep for it, come ready, show me you can be a Maddox Management boxer,” Percy proposed, our eyes steady on each other.

“And when I prove I am?” I countered making him laugh.

“Contracts will be drawn up, for the three of you,” he took a long sip of his drink, my hand moving to tangle into my curls.

Licking my lips I nodded, “Alright. Lou give him your number and set everything up. If you’ll excuse me, my pops needs my assistance tonight. Good night.” 

I stood up, holding my hand out to him which he took and we shook. 

“Looking forward to seeing you on my ring,” he winked, my head nodding a bit before turning and walking away.

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