#the special interests they collided Again

[doctorwhommm]

adding doctor who to the long tradition of media with absolutely shockingly bad beatles wigs

#my two life long special interests r colliding #doctor who #dw #doctor who spoilers #the beatles #beatles #@ rtd cannonise mclennon it would be the funniest possible thing im not joking #15th doctor #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #I’m really scared for this episode they’re gonna get my blorbos all wrong #they’ve done the coconut hair again gIRL LEAVE THEM ALONE

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Can you do a Clarisse fic where she meets ur mother and its like based on that one Annabeth and Sally fanart where Sally's like "My son wouldn't hurt a fly." And Annabeth is like "But he would kill a man." And Sally's like "Of course he would.I raised him." But wirh fem reader??

'First Impression'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

Clarisse stood nervously at the entrance of your house, holding a bouquet of flowers she insisted on bringing for your mother. As she stepped inside, she couldn't help but glance around, her tough exterior momentarily softened by the unfamiliar surroundings. Your mother, a sweet yet formidable woman, welcomed Clarisse with a warm smile.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and soon enough, they found themselves in the kitchen.The tension was palpable as Clarisse tried to find common ground.

However, to her surprise, your mother seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. She started by asking about Camp Half-Blood and Clarisse's experiences there. Clarisse, usually reserved, found herself opening up about her challenges and triumphs.

As you excused yourself to fetch some drinks, leaving the two alone, you couldn't help but wonder how the conversation would unfold. Clarisse genuinely admired your mother's strength because she knew your mother had raised you alone as you told her all about it and you had a feeling they would get along.

In the kitchen, you overheard snippets of their conversation. Your mother's laughter echoed through the air, mingling with Clarisse's gruffer tones. You couldn't help but smile, relieved that things seemed to be going well.

"Your daughter, she's somethin' else. Strong and kind," Clarisse said, attempting to express her respect. "Beautiful and considerate..."

Your mother chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "She gets it from her old lady. I raised her to be tough but fair."

As your mother reached for a sharp knife to cut some carrots, her movements deliberate and confident. Clarisse couldn't help but notice the ease with which she handled the blade.

"She's a special one,isn't she?" Your mother's eyes held a warmth that only a mother could convey.

Clarisse, usually stoic and guarded, couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, she is. I've never met anyone like her."

Your mother spoke again, her tone taking on a more matter-of-fact approach. "I taught her that there's a time for kindness and a time for strength. Life's not always easy, and my girl knows how to navigate through it."

Clarisse nodded, her respect for both you and your mother deepening. "She's lucky to have someone like you."

Your mother chuckled, her eyes glinting with pride. "I'm the lucky one. She's grown into a remarkable young woman, and I'm proud to call her my daughter."

Returning with refreshments, you found them deep in conversation.Your mother turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye, saying, "My daughter wouldn't hurt a fly."

Clarisse smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "But she would kill a man."

Your mother chuckled,amused "Of course she would.I raised her." As she spoke,she used that same sharp knife, effortlessly slicing through carrots with practiced precision.Clarisse watched with admiration, finding the display oddly cool.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the exchange. It was as if your worlds were colliding in the most unexpected yet heartwarming way. Clarisse, usually tough and unyielding, seemed to soften in the presence of your mother.

As the evening unfolded, you all sat around the dinner table, sharing stories and laughter. The connection between your mother and Clarisse went beyond your expectations. It wasn't just the strength they shared, but a mutual respect and understanding.

Later, as you and Clarisse prepared to leave, your mother pulled you aside, her eyes filled with pride and love. "I like her," she whispered, squeezing your hand. "She's good for you."

You nodded, grateful for the acceptance and support. Clarisse, standing nearby, caught the tender moment. In that simple gesture,she knew she made a good impression.

Later that night, as you and Clarisse left your mother's home, Clarisse couldn't help but express her admiration. "Your mom's pretty badass, you know that?"

You smiled "I know.She likes you,you know?And my mother isn't always impressed easily,and especially not at first either."

Clarisse chuckled "I hoped she would.I'm glad it all went well.And we should visit again soon.No we will visit again soon!" It seems she was genuinely happy and glad your mother liked her and she was pretty excited as she ended up blabbering about your mother and what they spoke about all the way back to camp.

A/N:Clarisse and reader's mom are besties fr.It's canon,it happens bc I said so.

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[swiftsdelucaa]

Hi 🫶

I was thinking about georgies younger hot sister who is also a prodigy ( like lexie) and karev being lovesick with her

He is just so dreamy, especially in the first seasons

Can you make it smut please?

Thank you!!!

❛ 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❜ (𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alex Karev x O'Malley!sis!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Really, I don't know how to apologize for the wait, this time has been crazy, but I'm back and I hope you'll like this!! 🫶🏻

Your internship had started perfectly. You were a year under your brother George and all his friends, but you could say you were the best between them all. It's also been easy being friend with George's group, they had welcomed you well and unlike your brother you had a tougher character than him. There was this guy, Alex, he was surely the most interesting since you've seen him for the first time. You knew he was livesick of you, you just liked teasing him. Let's say it, you were very hot, his gaze couldn't help to be always focused on you. You enjoyed it.

While the others were spending time complaining about their days you both were too busy flirting with each other most of the time, and then you finally gave him the satisfaction of going out for an evening. George told you he didn't like Alex that much for you, but you didn't care. Sometimes he was too protective.

By the way, finally you accepted to spend an evening with him. You were kinda excited.

It hadn't been anything special, just enough, in his car eating some Chinese food ordered to the nearest restaurant since out was raining and both of you were very hungry. It was like the first time you were just talking spending time normally and not flirting or something else. You just talked about your first days of work and started knowing each other better. The he drove you to your house. Before you get out from his car you looked at him. Yeah he was still staring at you, his eyes looked at you lips but you just smiled.

"Good night Evil Spawn" you smirked and got up. You felt him grab your arm and pull you back inside.

"Not this time" he whispered before press his lips against yours in a pretty passionate kiss. You just kissed him back since this was all you were waiting for.

"Wait.." you stopped the kiss. "In my house there's more space" you said smirking. He smirked as well.

In a few time you were already inside, you pushed him towards the bedroom as you kept kissing. Suddently his lips were on your neck, biting your skin softly. You let out a little moan and then you pushed him onto your bed. You took off your top, he grabbed your hips to bring you closer and kissed you again. You put your hands under his shirt to signal for him to take it off, he did it and then went on top of you.

"Fuck the things that will happen in this room" he whispered. Only these words made you get more wet. You smirked at him and bit you lip when you felt his hand on your stomach.

"Never been so ready" you said.

He took off your bra, starting to kiss your chest and going down with his lips on your breasts, biting them softly but enough to make you gasp.

One moment later you were completely naked, you on top of him, moving your hips against his body. His hands were holding and squeezing you closer, your moans filled the room as you were looking at Alex. His eyes remained glued on you, enjoying that wonderful sight.

"God, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you" he said panting and feeling the contact of your bodies collide. You leaned down to kiss his chest, moving up his neck and finally meeting his eyes.

"Oh, really?" You smirked.

He kissed your lips, in a very passionate way, he positioned himself remaining sitting with you on his lap. He kept pushing you against him grabbing your ass. You moaned again feeling him coming inside you. Both sighed before letting your bodies fall onto the mattress. You let out a giggle.

"Say it, you had fun boy" you then whispered very close to his face.

"Who told you I've finished?" He asked smirking and going on top of you. He slipped under the blanket, you knew where he was going, so you just let your head fall back on the pillow looking at the ceiling, until you felt him teasing your weakest point with his tongue. He began to go deeper and sucking, causing you to moan, you liked that he was a little rough.

"Mmh.." you started moaning louder, the way he kept pleasuring you drove you crazy. He arrived to your clit, intensifying the movements with his tongue. "Alex..." you moaned, clinging to the blanket.

Then he started to move up, kissing your stomach, and reaching your face, savoring the taste of you on his lips.

"I will never finish with you, baby girl"

You would surely have had many more similar nights.

#alex karev #alex karev x reader #alex karev imagines #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #fanfics #my writing #requests #smut

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!thor headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

warning: spoilers from the anime or manga, obsessive behavior, violence, explicit language, stalking. Please take caution when reading the content.

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only, it is not my personal belief(s). The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged.  There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

Credit for this piece goes to @recreationalfanfics and their phenomenal works, specifically this one. I’d also like to thank @onecantsimply and @dazailover1900 for helping me proofreading this piece!

Thor is bored. Although he was slightly interested in this Ragnarök, he believed his fight would not even last a minute. A single swing of his Mjölnir is an absolute victory for the gods, and his opponent would be wiped away from the arena in a bloodied sack of crumpled flesh. He was not fazed by the revelation of Heimdall’s announcement that humanity’s representative was a six-eyed demon from the Sengoku era, the former Moon Hashira [First Name] [Last Name], or how the other deities claimed the unfairness of the situation. Despite the outcry, Zeus allowed this fight to be the first official match. 

A demon was born from the malice of mankind. It was only fitting that the Thunder Berserker would destroy it. To give an example of the gods superiority over the humans.  Heimdall blew his horn, commencing the beginning of Ragnarök. Thor did not think of it as anything special, nor did he care for the demon or that the demon was a woman because it would do nothing to alleviate his boredom. 

Oh, but what a fool he had been.

From the moment that his opponent unsheathed her sword and released the first form of her sword technique, everything changed. He used his Mjölnir to block the numerous crescent blades, and the demon used it as an opportunity to get close and strike at him. The blade swung vertically, clanging against the hammer. While Thor remained focused on blocking this attack, the crescent blades changed direction and struck his body.

Once on the right, two on the left, and the last one cleaved through his toga. Yet each blade had penetrated his body, drawing blood from the Valhalla’s Vanguard. Blood from a bored god. 

[First Name] blinked. “So…the First Form is enough to cause minimal damage yet your arteries and muscles are still intact. The body of a god is much more durable than I initially thought.” The demon adjusted her stance, twisting clawed hands around the handle of her sword. “Perhaps the Fifth Form would be preferable…then again, Lady Brunhilde would be upset if there is damage to the arena and the crowd.” She murmured. “Oh, well. I will not know until I try.” Six [Eye Color} orbs stared up at him. “Are you ready, Lord Thor?”

The crowd was stunned, as had been Thor…until his shock became excitement. And it only grew with each passing second that his and [First Name]’s weapons, tactics, and agility collided. She was not holding back, and neither would he. 

How could he, after he had finally found an equal? The one person who would make his life exciting again? He wanted this fight to continue if it meant he had another moment to clash against his beloved Moon Hashira. 

Alas, nothing lasts for eternity. 

Their fight ends in a draw, much to everyone’s shock. But Heimdall’s announcement did not deter [First Name] from running towards him with her sword, pushing the last remaining energy into her speed to land one more, just one more strike to give humanity a chance to survive against the gods. 

Such a gesture only made Thor’s heart flutter in adoration as he sidestepped the attack, stopping the blade’s trajectory with his bare hand.

 [First Name] was about to exhale another breath, to release another form of her beautiful fighting style, when Zeus officially (and reluctantly) declared that the first bout of Ragnarök is a stalemate. The two of them will fight later on as a tie-breaker. 

If it had not been for Brunhilde’s interference, [First Name] would have ignored the supreme god in favor of finishing the job. Thor watched the woman reluctantly withdraw herself from him, sheathing her sword and walking back to humanity’s corner with a slight limp in her gait. 

The Moon Hashira was covered in sweat, blood, and burn marks from the backlash of Mjölnir’s attacks, yet she held her head high with a composed expression. Yet the Thunder God could sense her anger. She was upset that their fight had come to an end like this. She wanted to keep going until one of them was dead.  

Yes…there is no doubt in Thor’s mind no longer. [First Name] [Last Name] is his soulmate. And he will do anything to keep her at his side, even betray his brethren to fight alongside the humans. He wanted her, he needed her to feel alive.

He did not want to be separated from the former Demon Slayer for a single moment. He did not want anyone taking his precious person away from him, be it a god or a champion of humanity.

Once he was healed, Thor would seek out Brunhilde. Knowing cunning and desperate she is to save humanity, it would not be too hard to make a deal with the Valkyrie, wouldn’t it?

Bonus Content: 

Following her fight against the Norse Berserker, [First Name] would spend each day training. She had truly believed that her imprisonment in Helheim, battling against other demons in a battlefield made from fire and brimstone before Brunhilde had brought them here to Valhalla, would have made her stronger…yet it still wasn’t enough. 

To reach a stalemate between two warriors would be considered dishonorable when she had been a human woman. But it was even worse to turn your back against humanity and become a demon because you feared death so much. That was what she had done. 

Now…she had a chance to prove that she is much more than a disappointing sibling who would forever live in the shadow of her prodigal little brother. Lady Brunhilde has been given her this opportunity.

And she will not disappoint her new master…or would it be more appropriate to call the Valkyrie a ‘business partner’? Wasn’t the reason that the first fight between her and Thor had gone swimmingly…is because that the gods remained oblivious to what Brunhilde really had planned for this battle?

After all, they still believed that there is no weapon that can harm a god. To know that their strongest god would be defeated by a demon who wasn’t blessed with a Divine Weapon…wouldn’t it make them feel even more inferior?

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[starsainzjr]

Watermelon Moonshine

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x country singer!reader Faceclaim: Lainey Wilson Title from Lainey Wilson's Watermelon Moonshine

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logansargeant

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logansargeant P3! Such a special weekend, thank you COTA!

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alex_albon Congrats mate! Let's finish the ride 👊

f1 We're seeing history!

logiebear2 I've been crying for 4 straight hours

liamlawson Red, white, and blue podium was a little too poetic

logiebear2 I'M CRYING AGAIN

charles_leclerc Mighty job done!

yourusername

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yourusername COTA! Thank you @/williamsracing for an incredible weekend!

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williamsracing Thank YOU for serenading us!

ynbug51 Not fair 😭 They got a preview of the album 😭

ynbug51 The content we have been blessed with this weekend

marenmorris Look at our girl, off making international friends

sargen2 My worlds have collided I'm hyperventilating

yourusername

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yourusername São Paulo crowd you were fantastic! So much fun getting back on the stage!

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marenmorris Is this what a proud mother feels like

kanebrown I think so. I'm smiling and my cheeks hurts it's weird

sargen2 Interesting timing considering what you were doing two weeks ago 🧐

ynbug51 What was two weeks ago?

sargen2 Williams hosted her at the US Grand Prix in Austin and there's another one in São Paulo. I wonder if she was at the race again

ynbug51 She was performing Sunday night and isn't that race day

sargen2 It was a day race so it's possible she did both

logansargeant

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logansargeant We'll be back on the podium in Vegas 💪 Let's finish out the season strong

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logiebear2 I feel like I'm dreaming he's been doing so well in the last half

alex_albon Vegas here we come

sargen2 The last picture was taken awfully close to the place Yn performed at...

logiebear2 The country star that was at Austin?

sargen2 Yeah! Her performance in São Paulo was impromptu so I wonder...

ynbug51 So this is the source of the suspicion

yourusername

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yourusername All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

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marenmorris I'm starting to think this isn't a hyper fixation

kanebrown Please don't make me rewatch The Shining again

williamsracing Garage concerts are always welcome!

ynbug51 I watched motorsport for her. And I liked it. I liked motorsport for her.

logiebear2 Welcome to the cult! We have cookies

sargen2 I swear to God if Logan posts from a concert tomorrow I will actually lose my mind

logiebear2 Do you know how many celebrities were at the race?

sargen2 I'm just saying it probably won't be a coincidence

logansargeant

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logansargeant Thank you @/yourusername for the gracious invite! P2 and VIP tickets, what a way to end the weekend

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yourusername Only returning the favor! See you in Miami!

oscarpiastri So this is the unreleased album you've been listening to nonstop

sargen2 tHE WHAT

sargen2 CALLED IT. I CALLED IT.

logiebear2 They're allowed to be friends you know

ynbug51 No wait this is actually adorable

sargen2 THAT'S WHAT IM SAYING

ynbug51 I love it when famous friends support each other

sargen2 😐

yourusername

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yourusername Easily the best weekend in a long time. Thank you Miami and @/f1!

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marenmorris Is there something you forgot to tell us????

sargen2 THE WILLIAMS BLUE OUTFIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME

ynbug51 SO THAT'S WHY SHE WAS LITERALLY GLOWING IN HER INTERVIEW

sargen2 I was right along. That is 100% Logan in the picture

logiebear2 I hate to admit you may have been right

sargen2 I rest my case

ynbug51 No bc I'm actually about to start crying she's looked so happy recently

logansargeant

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logansargeant P3 in Barcelona! Final push before summer break let's get this done

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yourusername Bring it home!

logansargeant One more garage concert for good luck?

oscarpiastri You don't tell me anything anymore

logiebear2 Our boy went on a date 🥹

sargen2 For the record, I've had this one called since the end of last season

ynbug51 I was at the concert last night and Yn was glowing again

sargen2 She kept looking up at the balcony. He was probably sitting up there

ynbug51 The second they confirm this I'm going to lose my mind

yourusername

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yourusername Back home and ready to write

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marenmorris Congrats on your first world tour! You crushed it!

yourusername 😘

logansargeant Thanks for the guitar lessons

yourusername You're a natural

sargen2 SHE GAVE HIM GUITAR LESSONS????

sargen2 I'M GOING FERAL

ynbug51 Oh this album is going to be so damn good

yourusername

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yourusername Happy to announce my seconds album, Hijacked My Heart, will be out on August 31st! Thank you all for the support, and for @/logansargeant for the inspiration ❤️

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logansargeant I am so so proud of you my love ❤️

yourusername I told you all the time we spent in the hayloft wasn't for nothing 😉

marenmorris Don't make me compete for who's more proud of you

logansargeant I win

yourusername Behave you two

sargen2 I now be dishing out my I told you so's

ynbug51 SHAKING I'M SO EXCITED I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

sargen2 My life if complete, I can die happy

logansargeant

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logansargeant Can't begin to describe how excited I am for @/yourusername. Hijacked my Heart out now!

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yourusername I love you darlin 😘 Couldn't have done it without you

logansargeant It was all those garage concerts

logiebear2 He looks so in love 😭

ynbug51 You can tell how much of an influence he had on the last half of the album. The last 5 songs are 100% about him

sargen2 THE LAST SONG OF THE ALBUM

sargen2 IS CALLED COTA

sargen2 SHE WROTE A SONG ABOUT THEIR FIRST MEETING

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[adaptacy]

sissys best friend crushing and falling for johnny 🙏🙏

Johnny Slaughter x GN!Reader

"So, what, he ain't got a girlfriend?" You murmured, glancing back at the subject of conversation, your hands idly fidgeting with the stems of wildflowers in your palms. He was skinning the prey he'd gotten from his traps, maybe a good six yards away, his torso bare and practically glimmering in the sun from the sweat he'd racked up. How were you not supposed to stare?

"Oh, sugar, he don't date. He hunts! It's different," the girl next to you spoke, giggling at your question as if there were anything amusing about it. You frowned, and she tapped your shoulder, regaining your attention with a turn of your head. She held up a ring of woven stems, a neat flower crown. You looked down at your own attempt, but you weren't as good at it as she was.

"Well, yeah, I know he kills most of the people he stumbles upon, but... Surely he's interested in the idea of a relationship, right?" You asked, lowering your head so the brunette could place the crown on top of it.

"He's doin' just fine on his own. I think he'd go romancin' 'imself if he could. He don't need anyone else, or so he likes to say," she replied, taking the flower crown from your hands and gingerly repairing some of the loosely woven bits. You took the opportunity to look back at Johnny, catching him as he ran his arm across his forehead, wiping the sweat off of it.

Ugh, he was practically perfect. Sculpted by the gods themselves. You'd never seen anyone half as attractive as him. Sometimes you doubted he was a real person.

"Why, you gettin' ideas?" She teased, nudging you again as she caught you staring at her brother. You looked back at her, giving a small shrug.

"No, nothing like that. Just curious," you lied, avoiding any eye contact with her as you mumbled your response. "Figured everyone gets lonely sometimes. Thought he was the same."

"Awh, peach, he ain't like you and I. He's, uh..." She paused, pursing her lips as she thought of a response. "He's a real wildfire, y'know? Got the whole lone wolf thing goin' on. He don't wanna look silly by needin' someone else. Don't wanna look weak or nuthin' of the sort."

"Huh..." You hummed, looking over your shoulder one last time before Johnny tossed the skinned rabbits into a pail and left your line of sight, likely heading inside. With that, you looked back at your best friend, seeing she was already gathering more flowers, insistent on teaching you how to get the most use out of the weed-like growths.

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The person who opened the door was not who you were expecting. Tall, muscular, masculine... Definitely not the girl you'd come here for. She knew you were coming, did she forget? This was her idea, after all.

Johnny looked you up and down, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What?"

"Is sissy here?"

"She's out back."

"Oh, okay. Can I-"

"No."

You blinked, not sure why he'd deny you so adamantly, and so quickly, too. With a glance behind him, you swore you saw movement, but it was gone before you could be sure. You looked back at him, confused. "Why not?"

"She's busy."

"Okay... can you go n' get her for me? Or let her know that I'm here? She's supposed to be teaching me somethin'," you requested, biting your lip awkwardly.

"Weren't you here yesterday?" He grimaced.

"Yes..."

"Why?"

"Why what?" You scoffed.

"Why are you here all the time? Ain't you got other stuff to do?" He pushed, stepping towards you and forcing you to take a step back so he didn't collide with you. He closed the door behind him, and you frowned, not understanding what his game was.

"Uhm, I'm here cause she's my best friend. And... cause she asks to see me. I already did all my stuff," you answered, furrowing your brows at him. "What's your problem?"

"My problem? My problem's that we got prey hangin' round our house but we ain't allowed to eat 'em. The hell makes you so special?" He huffed, and you took another step back, a little intimidated by his poorly shielded threats.

"Because..." You trailed off, searching for an answer. "Cause she said so, I guess. I dunno. Don't you have enough prey as it is? Got all the time in the world to hunt, mister lone wolf."

"The hell's that s'posed to mean? You gettin' snappy with me?" He growled, placing a hand on the wooden post beside you and leaning down, closer to your face. You scowled, doing your best not to show your fear.

"Since you don't have any hobbies aside from killing people."

"Hobbies?"

"Dates. Partners. I dunno, literally anything aside from hunting," you explained, giving a small shrug of your shoulders.

"What are you gettin' at?"

"I don't know, what are you getting at?"

"I don't see any reason why I shouldn't kill you right 'ere. Seem like a fine tasty meal. Just temptin' me, comin'round here all the time. Ain't you scared?"

Yeah. "Of you?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Oh, please. Sissy would never let me-"

Your words came to an abrupt stop when you felt a knife against your throat, and Johnny grinned down at you, reveling in your fear. "You sure 'bout that? I don't see her 'round here. Ain't no-one to save you."

Despite your racing heart, you gulped, steadying your breaths. "You're not gonna kill me. You're just trying to scare me."

He seemed to tense at that, and for a second you actually failed to believe your words, hit by the realization that he probably didn't care. He could kill you. Hell, he might as well. And yet, he removed the blade, smirking as he huffed out a chuckle.

"That's not funny."

"Awh, I know it ain't, doll. Not fer you, anyhow. Name's Johnny. Sissy's said a lot 'bout ya," he introduced, though you already knew his name. He held out a hand, and you looked down at it, awkwardly reaching forward to take it, and giving it a small shake.

"Uh-huh... Can I see her now?"

"Mm.. I s'pose. You can go 'round the side yard. She's out in the sunflowers," he answered, using a thumb to point in the direction of the path he was referencing.

"Right.. Thanks, Johnny."

Huh. Bit of a creep, eh? A handsome one, but... She wasn't lyin' when she said he wasn't normal.

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[natashaslittlegirl]

Teacher's pet - NR

Summary: Things get complicated with your favorite professor.

Professor ! Natasha Romanoff x Student ! Reader

Smut, age gap (legal r), bottom!Nat, top!Reader, teasing, pet names, praise and degrading kink, angry sex, choking, vaginal fingering (n receiving), breast sucking (n receiving), cum denial, begging, semi-public sex (kind of), gagging (panties inside nat's mouth)

Words count: 1200+  Based on lyrics "Teacher's pet" by Melanie Martinez

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You were done, you couldn't stand anymore the people talking to your back. The last class had finished, you walk down to her office, stumping in without caring if there was someone inside.

"I'm tired of this" her eyes widened, not knowing what's going on.

"What happened, baby?"

"I don't want everyone around me calling me the teacher's pet," you sighed as you took seat on the chair in front of your professor's desk.

"You know you're not," she sweetly said, trying to calm you down "you're so special to me, detka."

"If I'm so special why am I a secret?" you demand her, tired of being hide.

"What the fuck is that?" Natasha's patience was non-existent now.

"Do you regret the things we shared cause I'll never forget," the redhead bites her inner cheek, not responding to your question "well do you tell me, then."

"Of course I don't, y/n, stop with that, grow up."

"I know I'm young but my mind is well beyond my years."

Natasha's fingers pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance, she can't stand this kind of behavior, but she knew in what she was getting into when you both started this.

"I know this wouldn't last, go home, y/n." tears began to form in the corner of your eyes, standing up to walk towards her, rounding the desk.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself for leaving here."

"Why don't you do it for yourself?" the head tilt of the redhead challenging you.

"One last time."

You were trapped by her, so fucked up that she was the only thing running in your mind all the time, thinking every fucking second in her.

Your hand quickly went to her neck, applying a little pressure before leaning towards her face, hoovering her lips, not kissing her yet.

"I hate you, Natasha," you hot breath crashing hers because of the few centimeters you two were apart.

"I hate you too, y/n,"

You didn't waste more time, your lips colliding in a rough, passionate kiss. The heavy feelings were release in the action of your mouths moving in synchrony, a muffled moan leaving Natasha's throat as you apply more pressure on it.

"Don't make me wait." she breath out, but if this was going to be the last time you're not gonna be quick.

"Shut up, Miss Romanoff." your lips find hers again, your tongue flicks over her lower lip, entering her mouth, she sucks it making you groan into the kiss.

You both separate because of the lack of air, eyes full of lust and desire, a little of anger in yours to be honest, but that was just gonna make the things more interesting.

You trail wet kisses from her jaw and down her neck, little whimpers scaping her mouth as you suck on her neck, clearly leaving marks on it, but you didn't care anymore.

Natasha was the dominant most of the times, but the anger you had in this moment won to her.

Your hands went to the collar of her shirt, tugging and ripping it out of her body, she was about to complain about her favorite shirt being ruined but the second your warm lips suck on her neck again she forgot everything.

Her hands were on your hair, pulling you closer if that was even possible, you managed to unclipped her lace bra with one hand, flicking your mouth between her breast.

"Fuck, why do you feel so good," you couldn't even stand look at her, that's why you turned her over, pressing her flat to the desk.

"Shut up, I don't want to listen you," you grabbed the hem of her pencil skirt, the delicate fabric was now tugged on her waist, leaving her exposed for you.

Natasha didn't complain, she loved the rough sex, giving and receiving, and when you had that dominant attitude she become in the really submissive slut she was.

You ripped her panties too, leaving them in the side of the desk, quickly thrusting two fingers inside her dripping cunt.

She tried her best to be quiet, but when your thumb circled her clit, she couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

"I told you I don't want to listen to you," you grabbed the ripped panties, making them a ball, leaning over her without stop your thrusting, "open,"

Natasha parted her lips as you pushed the fabric into her mouth to shutting her up, she looked at you  mischievously, you knew she liked that more than she should.

"You're such a fucking loud slut, aren't you, Natasha?" you curled your fingers making her eyes close shut, she nodded at your words as you lean back.

You looked at her thighs trying to rub together, slipping one of your legs and making pressure to your hand, making it go deeper into her.

She was dripping, you felt it in your skin, how she was leaking at every thrust.

Natasha was a whimpering mess, silent moans leaving her throat as the pantie ball muffled her noises.

Her walls began to clench around your fingers, her legs shaking slightly and her hands grabbing the end of the desk tightly, with knuckles because of the  hard grip.

You leaned over to take off her mouth the fabric, hearing her took a deep breath.

"I know you're close, beg for it," your husky voice resound in her ears.

"Please, y/n,"

"I know sluts like you can make it better than that," you curled your fingers again, fastening your thrusts.

"I'll be good for you, please, l-let me cum," she practically cried out, rocking her hips back to your hand.

"You won't leave me,"

"No, no I won't, I- please!" she couldn't hold it anymore, overwhelmed by the warm feeling on her lower stomach, the knot ticking for her release.

"Cum for me, Miss Romanoff,"

Natasha shout your name, it was pure luck that no one else were in the school at that time, because if it was someone, it definitely would hear the authority professor moaning your name.

You helped her ride her high, not stopping your thrust, going harder on her, her body shaking by the aftershocks of her orgasm, legs trembling tiredly.

Once you felt her body relaxing, you took out your fingers, grabbing her arm with your other hand yo stand her up.

Flushed cheeks and parted lips panting for air, you lift your hand and thrust your fingers inside her mouth, she didn't deny them, sucking with such devotion as you looked at her with pure lust in your eyes.

You took them out, cleaning her saliva with a paper tissue of her desk.

"I still hate you, Natasha," you sigh annoyed, you didn't hate her, that was the worst part, you love her.

"I'm not going to leave you, I- I" she cut herself off, not sure if it was the right time to say it.

"You what?" your eyes met hers, forest green shinning for you.

"I love you, y/n."

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[calypsocolada]

it would be interesting to see an aku x reader who's atsushi's sister HAHAHAHAHAHA

SPECIAL | akutagawa

synopsis: akutgawa wants your attention and will do anything for it. authors note: THANK U FOR THIS REQUEST!!!! i hope i did you proud anonymous :) cw: blood, hurt/comfort, slightly obsessive aku, slightly suggestive near the end ;), atsushi!sister wc: 3k

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He wanted you. So terribly bad. Ever since he first laid eyes on you. You beautiful, elusive thing. So out of reach, like sand through his fingers. Something untouchable and for terrible reasons. You were his enemy’s sister. So in retrospect you should’ve been his enemy as well. He should possess the same hatred he feels for Atsushi but for you all he felt was a simmering want. Something searing his heart and churning his nerves. The want was too much. Like a growing sickness that he couldn’t shake. He tried to forget, after all there was no way he could ever have you. He might feel differently about you but there was no way you felt the same. Not with how many times he and your brother collided. And he would never assume those feelings had changed but you suddenly gave him hope. 

After being forced to work together, he and Atsushi came to an impasse, he promised the tiger boy that he’d never hurt anyone again, at least not until they fought again. When he practically saved Atsushi and it was all said and done he saw you, pushing through to grab and hug your brother, no doubt worried for his safety. Akutagawa watched your hands shake as you held on to Atsushi, tears in your eyes. You’d been so scared of losing him, it made Akutagawa’s heart sick. To know just how scared you’d been. When you pulled back you asked him something and Atsushi reluctantly pointed back at Akutagawa. He froze when your eyes met his, froze when you swallowed and pushed past your brother and walked over to him, despite Atsushi’s objections. You cleared your throat as you closed the distance between you and him. He stared at you, wide eyed and expectant. 

“You saved my brother?” You had asked. Akutagawa swallowed nervously, your attention made him feel too seen. He liked observing you from afar, but up close you were too much, like staring at the sun. He blinked, nodding his head. You kicked at the dirt, giving yourself something to look at that wasn’t his eyes. Because it felt dangerous being this close to him, knowing the history. But he did save your brother. “I know he won’t thank you but I will.” You say, bravely meeting his eyes. Akutagawa was tall, taller than you. And lean, and a bit gaunt, as though sleep had never occurred to him. He shied from your eyes, his cheeks dusting pink by the second. “Thank you for keeping him safe.” You say and he knows you mean that with every fiber of your being. Knows you love so strongly, and care so much for those you love that it actually makes him sick. Sick because he’s never had that. Never had someone to cry for him. He most likely never will. He wanted to say something scathing, something sarcastic because it was ingrained in him. To never show how he actually feels. That someone will use that against him but he can’t imagine you ever doing that. So he swallows again, clenches his jaw slightly and looks you in the eyes. 

“You’re welcome.” He rasps. 

The moment is charged, like electricity and tension mingling and sparking the space lying between. You take a step, dirt dusting up. Your hand raises and slides against his cheek. He’s frozen under your touch as your thumb grazes that top of his cheek bone. His lips part in a silent question, his brain speeds and slows and it's hard to form words because he’s stuck staring at your glossing lips. 

“You should get this checked out.” And he now knows your referencing the nasty bruise on his cheek. He can’t form words, not with your hand softly against your cheek, not with the way your eyes are looking into his. All caring and concerned like. Someone calls your name. Atsushi looked highly perturbed by this strange interaction between you two. The warmth you’ve caused slowly grows cold as you reach back your hand and step back. He still hasn’t said a word, he’s not sure if he remembers how to speak. “Thanks again.” You say, and then you turn and walk back to your brother and Akutagawa is kicking himself for not saying anything remotely meaningful. For being lost at the way you found him. That was the spark that ignited the sick hope in his chest. You never had kind words for him before that moment but something had clearly changed. If saving your brother had caused that shift Akutagawa would do it again and again.

He saw you a few more times after that and each time you seemed different around him. It killed him when you smiled, and when you smiled at him he would be content with dying right then and there. But he had to know. He had to know if you felt the same searing want as him. He had to know if he haunted your dreams like you did his. If he was all you could think about. He had to know. Akutagawa had no experience in this. In romance, but he knew how he felt for you and knew if he didn’t do something about it he might just shrivel away to dust. So when something fell into his lap he knew he had to knock at your window. 

Your eyes widened at the sight on your fire escape. A bloody Akutagawa, leaning as his hand tapped against the glass. Your heart skipped a beat. You’d given him your address months ago after he and Atsushi needed a place to lie low. He slept in your spare room and got all cagey every time you talked to him. In fact he was always like that around you. Nervous and cagey. You ran to slide the window open and pull him inside out of the rain. He was soaked, his clothes drenched, his hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. You put your arms around him and guided him through the window as he heaved in pain. 

“What the hell?” You voiced as he fell slightly limp against you, you palmed at his face, fingers pushing his hair back. 

“I didn’t wake you did I?” His voice was thick as you helped him to the floor, leaning against the end of your bed. Blood smeared on your hands. 

“What happened?” You asked.

“A dispute.” He started, groaning softly. “I settled it.”

“Oh, did you now?” You asked slightly sarcastically. There was no dispute, he injured himself purposely for your attention. There had to be something glaringly wrong with him for you to ever care, or at least that’s what he thought. He chuckled slowly, letting his head fall back against your bed, his eyes drifting closed. “Nuh uh.” You said and he felt your warm hands taking him by his cold cheeks and pulling him to look you in the eyes. “Don’t you dare try to sleep.” You said sharply and he swallowed, nodding his head. “I’ll be right back, okay, don’t go to sleep.” You restated as you pushed from the carpeted floor and slipped out into the hallway. Akutagawa raised his head off your bed and looked around. Books lay scattered, plants dying on the shelf, a poster or two of some old movies Akutagawa had never heard of. Your room was, in one word, comfortable. He could tell it was lived in, could tell the things in here, besides the plants, you took the utmost care of. When you entered the room again you closed and locked the door behind you. “We have to be quiet because Atsushi is passed out in the living room.” You say as you sink to the floor next to him. 

“He lives with you?” Akutagawa asks as you shake your head.

“He came over for dinner and passed out, I didn’t have the heart to wake him.” You say in response as you scoot closer to him. “Okay, let’s have a look.” Akutagawa tenses suddenly. He’d stabbed his side, not deep enough to merit a hospital trip but where it was meant he’d need to raise his shirt up in front of you which made him immeasurably nervous. He watched your finger’s carefully take the hem of his shirt and raise it, exposing pale skin and red blood. You sucked in a breath as you caught sight of it. You didn’t even stop to think why he came to you and not a hospital because he needed your help, not your questions. Akutagawa inhaled sharply as you lifted the wet cloth from his wound. “Jesus.” You breathed out, biting your lip.

“You’re not gonna pass out on me are you?” He asked as you shook your head. 

“No, no. I’m fine.” You say because this was nothing compared to the cuts and bruises Atsushi got sometimes. “Here, I need you to sit back a bit.” You say.

“I’ll get blood on your carpet.” He says as though that’s something you cared more about than him.

“Come on,” You urged and he let you guide him down a bit. He was more comfortable now.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me if you want me to stay awake.” He says as you carefully dabbed some gauze over the wound to soak up some blood. 

“Talk about what?” You asked, your focus solely on making sure he didn’t bleed out. 

“I don’t know, doc,” He teased. “What about that?” He points a hand to the book on your bedside table. You turn to look at it. 

“Pride and Prejudice?” You ask and he nods his head. 

“Tell me about it.” He says, closing his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.” You say, your finger barely touching under his chin. His eyes open into yours and you find yourself stuck for a moment. You swallow, your hands paused. “What’s wrong, doc?” He asks, breaking you out of your stupor. 

“N-nothing.” You insist, eyes swinging back to the bloody mess beneath them. You reach and grab for another piece of gauze. “Uh, right, Pride and prejudice. It’s my favorite book.” You say as Akutagawa zones out, just watching your lips move. You fingers defly toss the gauze to the side, grabbing out some thread to stitch him back together. “It’s good, you should read it sometime.” You say. “Now, sit still, this is probably going to hurt.” Akutagawa must be used to pain because he doesn’t make much of a fuss whatsoever the entire time you're stitching the wound. You talked him through it the whole way and barely noticed that his hand barely gripped the side of your leg, something to keep him grounded from the pain. Once you're done you wrap him up. Going to pull off the rest of his shirt, he pinkens, stopping your hands.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“You need dry clothes otherwise you’ll catch a cold.” You say. Akutagawa bites the inside of his cheek. 

“I should get going, don’t you think?” He asks, because he feels as though he’s taken up enough of your night.

“No, I want you to stay so I can keep an eye on you.” You say as though he should’ve known better.

“An eye on me? So I don’t hurt anyone?”

“So no one hurts you.” You correct. He stares at you for a minute.

“No one will hurt me.” He waves off as you take his hand and again he freezes. 

“Stay here.” You insisted, eyes fiercely pleading. He swallows dryly, throat bobbing. He couldn’t help flicking them down to look at your lips then back up to your eyes. There was no way he was going anywhere now. 

“Okay.” He whispers and lets you peel off his soaked shirt. You grab a blanket, draping it across his shoulders. 

“I’ll be right back.” You say before slipping out of the door again. You're gone for about five minutes before he hears the door squeaking back open, a steaming bowl and fresh clothes in your hand. You set the bowl down and help him stand, he wavers a bit due to the loss of blood and your fingers tighten on his sides. “You okay?” You whisper and he nods. “I’ll turn while you change.” You say, carefully handing him the clean clothes. Akutagawa takes the clothes, his heart in his mouth not letting him speak. He watches you turn as he turns himself. He changes quickly, shivering as he pulls on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, feeling warmth over his cold skin. 

“Okay,” He intones softly as you turn back around, you offer him a soft smile. 

“Here, sit.” You offer as you sit down on your bed, he follows as you turn and hand him a bowl of warm soup. “So what really happened?” You ask as Akutagawa takes the bowl, a silent thank you passing his soft somewhat tinged blue lips. 

“Some guys teamed up on me, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” You echoed. He nodded his head, not looking up from the bowl

“Okay.” You say because you didn’t feel like badgering an answer out of him, if he wanted to tell you something he would. And if you wanted to tell him you were glad he came to you he’d have to badger it out of you.

“Thank you, for ya know.” He says because he has no practice in thank you’s but he wants to get better at them. To give you a proper one. 

“Anytime.” You say. “I mean it.” You add and watch him tense nervously again.

“Do you?” He asks.

“I do.” You reassure and his lips quirk up in something that was almost a smile. “We should get to bed.” You say as Akutagawa’s throat bobs. 

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“We can share.” You offer, untucking your covers and moving to offer a space to him. You can see the hesitation and you almost offer to let him take the bed but slowly he lowers himself beside you. It’s quiet for a few moments, both of you knowing there wasn’t much sleep to be had tonight. The rain picked up outside, padding against the glass of the window. “Hey, Akutagawa?” Your voice asks softly beside him.

“Hmm?”

“Why’d you come to me?” She asked. He could tell in the dark that you had turned to face him, so he turned as well. In the pale light he could see was your bright eyes. 

“I- I don’t know why exactly.” He answered because it was a lot simpler than telling her these complicated feelings he held for her, a lot easier than telling her he’d hurt himself to get here. “Should I have not?”

“I’m glad you came to me.” You say and your eyes lock with his. Tension building and building ever so slowly in the dark room. The bed feels too small, you can feel the heat radiating from him. 

“You are?” He asks just barely a whisper in the wind. You nod her head decidedly.

“I am.” You whisper back. Akutagawa had to look away, had to turn his face away otherwise he’d kiss you. Something he’d wanted to do for a long time. Something he was scared to admit that he wanted to do because once he did it maybe he wouldn’t dream of it anymore. What if you didn’t want to kiss him, what if you didn’t feel the same? Would he not feel safe in his dreams of you anymore? Because only when you were in his dreams were they not nightmares. But he didn’t turn away, he couldn’t move an inch. Not even when you moved forwards and closed the minimal distance between your lips. You kissed him so softly, like you were afraid you’d break him. Akutagawa was shocked, so very very shocked and confused. There was no way you of all people was kissing him right now. 

No fucking way. 

That thought kicked out of his mind when you pulled back away from him, the warmth of your lips no longer against his own. 

“Jesus---” You breathed out, voice panicky. “I’m sorry.” Your words finally snapped Akutagawa into reality. The reality he was about to fuck up if he didn’t act now. 

So Akutagawa kissed the doubts right from your lips, his right hand sliding up on your cheek to keep you close to him. Your own hands pulled him by the front of his shirt. Their kisses grew desperate as Akutagawa pulled you on top of him, you made a sound that was swallowed by his mouth. They pulled away for just a moment as you pulled off your shirt, tossing it soundlessly into the dark. Akutagawa’s hands fell from her face and traced down your body, past your hips and planted on the plush of your thighs as you leaned back down against him. They couldn’t pull their clothes off fast enough. Akutagawa was practically panting as he pulled back, cheeks rosy red, lips kissed pink, you on his lap, emitting strangled gasps from him. 

“Do you-- have protection?” He asked, his voice hoarse. This was going somewhere, he felt the build, knew that if he didn’t take responsibility now you might be stuck with him for life. Clumsily you leaned over, grabbing a condom out of your nightstand. 

“You just have condoms on the ready?” He asked with a shy smirk. 

“Gotta be ready for when men crawl through my window.” You smirked back as he threw his head back and laughed, throat exposed.

“Does this happen a lot?” He asks as you lean and kiss his throat.

“More than you think.” You jest, smoothly tearing open the packaging with your teeth.

“So you’re sayin’ I’m not special-oh fuck-” He groans as you move back just a bit, slowly sliding it on him yourself, just the bare touch of her hands caused Akutagawa to jerk and curse. 

“Oh,” You lean in close to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “You’re very very special.”

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[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 22 will be posted soon.

Currently 21 chapters completed: 797.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

[#1 Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

[#2 Previous snippet from WIP Wednesday]

[#3 Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 22 because there's less than one day remaining until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 21, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie finalized everything before the three of them left L.A. on Friday, December 15th. On December 10th, Buck agreed to meet with his biological father and Eddie and Chris will be present with him when they meet at 12 noon at the restaurant Edward selected. Buck still doesn't know Chris is going to ask him to adopt him on Christmas morning and neither Buck nor Chris knows anything about the gift Eddie bought to commemorate the special moment. Also, Eddie's planning several big surprises for Buck on their wedding day and for a week later when they arrive in London but Eddie doesn't know Chris and Buck are planning a surprise for him too. The three of them are speaking Italian more frequently and finally, Maddie, the 118 and Athena are still planning to throw them an engagement party because they don't know they're getting married which means New Year's Eve at Maddie's and Chimney's is going to be interesting 😉.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner (Chapter 17), to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa (Chapter 18) and Buck told the Buckley parents he's getting married and that he has a son (Chapter 19). Only three people know they're getting married and they are Chris, Carla and Malone. They told Carla and Malone (Chapter 19) because they asked them to be their witnesses at the Italian Consulate and they told Chris (Chapter 20) that evening after they got the "Atto Notorio" (Declaration) signed but no one else knows. In Chapter 21, Buck, Eddie and Chris arrived in Rome, Italy and they're preparing for the big day.

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Here's another romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 22 of Eddie and Buck having a conversation while they're in their villa in Roma, Italia.

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It’s 2:23PM and Eddie’s standing in the living area facing the hallway while Chris is sitting on the couch waiting for him to give him the signal.

When the door to Buck’s and Eddie’s bedroom opens, Eddie watches as he exits, then he turns and looks at Chris.  He nods his head and says, “Hit it!”

“Ok dad.”  He replies and he taps the screen on Eddie’s phone to select the song Eddie chose for this occasion.  He selected it two months ago after they got engaged and he’s been waiting to play a specific portion of it since the night they both said, “Yes, I’ll marry you” after their simultaneous proposals.

The song is at the beginning of his “He’s My Everything” playlist but he didn’t tell Buck about it while they were on the airplane discussing their playlists because this is one of the many surprises he has planned just for him.

After Chris taps play, the song starts and the melody plays through the villa’s Bluetooth sound system’s speakers.

As Buck continues to walk and get closer to the living area, he hears a group of melodic male voices repeatedly singing the same phrase over and over again.

“Let’s get married!”

“Let’s get married!”

“Let’s get married!”

He briefly wonders which group it is because he thinks he’s heard one of their other songs but he doesn’t have long to contemplate it.  When he looks up, he sees his fiancé, the love of his life, Eddie Diaz standing there with a big smile on his face.

Eddie’s hand is extended and waiting for him to put his hand in his and the sight of it causes Buck to remember the dream he had about this day back in September when he was still living at the loft.

After he takes the last steps forward, he puts his hand in Eddie’s then Eddie wraps his free arm around his waist and pulls him close.  Buck wraps his free arm around Eddie’s waist and with the group still singing “Let’s get married”, Eddie starts saying everything he said to him in his dream and the tears he thought he successfully blinked back while he was still in the bedroom, start streaming down his face.

Eddie whispers into his ear, “Buck?”

“Buck… my love.”

“Babe, I love you so much.”

“Evan, you’re my one true love.”

“Don’t you know… you’re the love of my life?”

Buck can’t speak because he's so emotional but he manages to nod his head while it rests on Eddie’s shoulder to let him know he hears him but the next statement that escapes Eddie’s lips is the one that makes him weep.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Buck hiccups on a sob and Eddie’s right there to hold onto him.  His knees buckle but Eddie holds him up just like always because he has his back and his heart.  After a few seconds, he composes himself and whispers, “I know and I’m sorry it took me so long to get here”.

He feels Eddie’s lips softly brush against his ear when he admits, “It’s ok because I’ll wait a lifetime for you.  We’re here now and it’s time for us to start our forever.”

“Our for—ever!”  Buck says as he exhales a shuddering breath.

“Evan, ti amo!”  [“Evan, I love you!”]

“Ti amo cosi tan—to!”   [“I love you too so much!”]

Then Eddie pulls back, meets those ocean blue eyes he loves so much and without releasing their joined hands, he takes his free hand and uses his thumb to wipe away Buck’s tears.  Then he emphatically says, “Amore mio, sposiamoci!”  [“My love, let’s get married!”]

Buck hiccups on the sob that’s caught in the back of his throat but he manages to respond, “Pic—cola, sì, sposiamoci!” [“Babe… yes, let’s get married!”]  And that’s all it takes for him to lean in and passionately kiss his fiancé.

What’s going to happen next? 🙃

Are they going to stop kissing in enough time to make it to their ceremony by 3:00PM? 🤷��‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - Will be posted soon.

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[indieyuugure]

Hi I love your art it has so much emotion and detail! But I was wandering if the turtles from 2018 will learn about the 2012 love interests, and what would be their reactions?

Thank you! I try my best to put as much raw emotion into the pictures as possible!

So the Donnie-April-Casey love triangle disaster has been brought up a few times in the comic (mostly as a joke)

The first time it’s brought up is Colliding Worlds part 2, where the Donnies find Rise Leo, 12 Casey and April. Donnie and Casey throw each other’s their favorite insults (Gap Tooth and Cave Mouth) hinting at the tension between them and April. Leo and Donnie definitely acknowledge the tension as Rise Donnie then says:

“Not to intrude on your conversation that is apparently of extreme importance, but perhaps we could pick this up any other time!?”

The next time their love triangle is mentioned is in Eye of the Storm Part 2, where if you look closely you can see this interesting little scene while the others are recapping the book so far.

Later in Eye of the Storm part 3, you can see that Rise Casey has taken notice to the 12 Casey and Donnie’s tense relationship.

He asks why Casey and Donnie dislike each other so much, but is cut off with a harsh “No.”

A few pages after, Rise Casey sees 12 Casey flirting with April and Donnie walking in very upset. Rise Casey sees what’s going on a puts it together out loud, to which 12 Raph says:

“‘Love Triangle’ makes it sound so romantic. It’s more like what happens when you add water to hot oil.”

And of course in the most recent update, you see while the 12 boys are hugging it out, Casey and April flirt, April asking “What’cha thinking about Jones?” And Casey delivering the corniest one liner, “A red and yellow sunset.” (Give Casey a break, his two brain cells worked really hard to think that one up!)

As for Leo, There’s some scrapped dialogue from Retribution Part 1 where the Leo-Karai debacle was going to be brought up.

As you some of you probably noticed, Rise Leo is accidentally quoting Karai. In some of the ideas for the dialogue, it looked something like this:

R!Leo: You always talk to yourself when you’re alone?

12Leo: Ka-L-Leo? *sigh* Gosh you sound like my sister…

R!Leo: Wait! You have a sister!?

12Leo: uh…well um, it‘s…kinda complicated…

Later on the next page:

12Leo: thanks…I…I needed that…

R!Leo: Hey! I’m just returning the favor! But, by the way, you seem really awkward talking about your sister, you didn’t like accidentally fall in love with her because she was adopted by your enemy and so thought she wasn’t related to you and you thought she’s super hot, right?

12Leo: … … …

R!Leo: WHAT!? Wait Seriously!? That was like the stupidest thing I could come up with!! Ohmigosh that’s priceless! What’s she like? Is she super into martial arts? Is she hot? Is she-

12Leo: I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!

R!Leo: *snicker-snicker* (so he still likes her, lol)

As for Raph’s relationship with Mona Lisa, I’ve posted this concept Art before, but I’ll post it again. Mona was meant to appear earlier(probably somewhere in Corrupted Logic) however, that was scrapped, and while I would like to put her in later, I don’t think it would work.

I do, however plan on doing some shorts that’ll go in the back of the comic, much like the holiday specials I’ve done and the Behind the Scenes Potty Mouths short. I really REALLY love Ramona and I think if any of the ships get a special, it’s that one.

Mikey and Renet or Shinigami(whichever you were thinking of I guess) haven’t been mentioned at all. I don’t plan on either of them showing up or it really being mentioned at all. Sorry Mike.

The vast majority of the romance(what little there is) in the comic, is played out in the background, as I don’t want it to take the stage as the main focus. The plot is not about the Donnie-April-Casey love triangle or whatever the heck is going on with Leo and Karai, it’s about the turtles defeating the Krang and learning to work with their counterparts and be a better team along the way. So sorry if it’s a little hard to spot/doesn’t exist in the canon, lol

Good question! :]

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[zyonsay]

i have a scenario.. imagine max confirming his relationship w his bf, the m!reader, and not only are they been together for years and years, but they also married in secret! i cant stop thinking abt this.

Le mariage MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Artist y/n l/n and Max Verstappen reveal their marriage

Reader: Male

Warnings: Slighttttttt Angst, Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Blue Velvet' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey anon! I paired this request with another request. I hope thats alright! I just thought the two prompts fit together quite well. I hope you enjoy! Who's your favorite artist? Mine is Jan Vermeer <3

(The other request)

The gallery was stunning. You had specifically ordered to have as many plants as possible in it. White and light green, pearlescent fabrics adorned the walls while the soft sunlight flooded the rooms of the art exhibition. The paintings reflected lots of emotion and made the viewers think about the story behind them, even after leaving the gallery.

But there was one very special painting that attracted a lot of attention; It was two men, both in tailored suits, kissing. The little plaque next to the canvas read ‘Our wedding.’ And that’s when two worlds collided. One of the men was obviously identifiable, this was Y/n L/n; A world famous artist, who this exhibition was dedicated to. But as far as the public knew, you were unmarried. Strange.

Then there was another man on the right side of the picture. You had painted beautiful light hues onto the mans face, with the utmost care he was portrayed on the canvas. Art fanatics knew a lot of people, whether it was Claude Monet or Umberto Boccioni. But this person wasn’t part of the art universe. Or at least if you don’t count speed as art in itself.

But only a minute of research would show that this was Max Verstappen – though what does that mean? You two weren’t connected in any way shape or form. Or at least not publicly. What does an esthetic, artful genius have to do with the dominator of the pinnacle of motorsport?

Max was gently holding your waist; this was about to be interesting. Once you both entered the fancy building, you were immediately spotted by Paparazzi. He was THE Max Verstappen, obviously they were keen on snapping a picture of him. What they didn’t expect to see was a man by his side, holding onto him like they were a… couple?

This was like light to a moth; they took as many pictures as their cameras allowed them to take. The media was absolutely going to love this. The event you two were attending had a restricted number of Interviewers allowed, but the ones that were present had already set their eyes on you like eagles.

Quickly hurrying away, you found the table at which Christian and Geri were sitting at. Those two were the only people you’ve trusted to talk about your… relationship. Christian offered Max and yourself an understanding smile while Geri began chatting about how lovely the setup was.

You had to admit, the event was well planned. The food was amazing, the drinks tasted wonderful, and the décor was stunning. But you couldn’t shake that uncomfortable feeling of being watched with every step you take. Max noticed your stressed expression and slid his hand onto your thigh while offering you a slight smile. The atmosphere darkened as the lights slowly dimmed and the stage lit up. A man stood on it, thanking everybody for coming. He then shortly introduced the band that would play a few songs after his speech.

This was the moment you were scared of the most, now you had to participate in Interviews. Max pulled you to his side, giving your hip a gentle squeeze, as if to assure you. The grey-haired interviewer was smiling, if you squinted lightly, he looked like the cheshire cat. “Max Verstappen! Great to see you and your…?”, he glanced at you, still smiling. “My husband.” Now the Interviewer looked startled, his eyes widened at Max’s words while his gaze shifted towards the dutch again. The rumors of your painting had spread into the corners of the press, but not really taken seriously, after all there’s many lunatics in this world. The man’s unsure expression was replaced by a smile again. “Ah yes, the painting.”, he looked back at you.

“Y/n l/n, apparently that painting was made in 2018? Now considering it’s depicting your marriage, did you two in fact get married in 2018 or was it more a… artistic expression?”, he stunk of cigarettes and cheap perfume. You tried masking your disdain with a smile. “We did indeed get married in October 2018. Around the same time i made this painting.”, your tone was polite and lighthearted, like a feather in the wind. The grey-haired interviewer seemed to think for a second before speaking up again. “What was the specific reason for not publicly announcing your spouse?” His ice blue eyes now peered at Max, though your husband seemed unfazed. “The public doesn’t need any information about mine or his private life. This information is not essential for the media.”, Max dismissed, excusing himself and you.

With a sweet smile on his face, he guided you towards the terrace to the side of the building. The night air was fresh and clear. Max leaned his back against the railing, studying your features in the soft moonlight. You took a step forward; both of your noses were almost touching. “We did it.”, you then closed the distance between the two of you and caught your husbands’ lips in a sweet kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

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[amonsteronmaplestreet]

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[kalims]

Hi hi! Can i request this with the vice leaders ? You can choose any other character u like to substitute ortho

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "oh my god something hurts and i don't know what.. but he's my type. oh you meant blood type?"

basically. "you're losing a lot of blood! what's your type?"

when a magical shift practice goes incredibly wrong you're asked a question you didn't quite process at first.

parts. one , two

characters. vice dorm leaders, floyd, ruggie, ortho.

includes. gn reader.

cw. head injury, violence, blood, mentions of hurting someone heehee.. 😁 platonic for ortho.

trey clover

he looks away for one second and all of this happens in that span of ONE second? *points at the ramshackle prefect bleeding on the grass* he can't keep his eyes off his underclassmen can he...

when riddle said he wanted the roses red I don't think he meant this.

trey would probably silently wish for the person to get their karma because how much force did they have behind their magic for it to collide to your head and split it open. 😭 if it's his dorm mate then maybe he won't wish violence secretly but still.

^ very unlikely even if he holds you very special in his heart. but then again if you are he'd want to get that sweet karma. hides secret sadistic side

anyways! I think will only smile a little but his main priority is to make sure you are feeling alright when you spill out your type which is him apparently?? he's secretly pleased btw. and he starts giving you unintentional special treatment. you're the first one to taste his pastires mwhehhehe.

overall, trey is more helpful more than the screaming advice and cater who barely did anything but rush into the building to grab his phone. I rate it 9/10 experience, he baked your favorite treat with a feel better card.

was the split head and the headache that made you want to split it again worth trey's baked goods? of course how could you ever doubt. ☹

ruggie bucchi

ruggie: 👁👄👁 this man would joke a lil' to lighten the mood as he recognizes the seriousness of the situation once he sees you struggling to even stand up.

he would take it in a way that depicts that the occurrence is quite normal, but at the same time you're...you. and ruggie is sure humans don't exactly have the higher tolerance to pain compared to other beastmen.

he doesn't mean it in a degrading way okay. ☹

some random student asked for your type and you didn't miss a beat when you said. "hyena with blue eyes." all the hyena's just perk up and eye each other with confusion painting their faces.

savanaclaw: 👁👁👀👁👁 basically eyes are going to you and then to ruggie. the latter just laughs and ushers them away. if he's not the only one that's a hyena with blue eyes, then you gotta specify more prefect. 🤨

as much as he'd like to pretend this didn't happen leona would have his ass if the herbivore's blood stained the terrain. when he said beastmen liked meat I don't think he meant ... your blood, on the rocks, on the floor, dripping behind you as you walk.

if anyone were to walk in they'd probably think you committed a whole ass massacre. 💀

but since it is you, he'll help. you've helped him out a couple times, he should return the favor duh

8/10!

jade leech

wow thats a lot of blood, good thing he knows how to clean it up! 😁 don't ask why he knows btw. it generally depends where you got hit, if you got hit on a grassy field he'd either just spray some water on it so the blood gets washed off.

but if you're in octavinelle he's gonna have to drag you off somewhere safe or else some kind of sea animal gets attracted to your blood and tries to eat you. 💀 as much as it'd be interesting to see

"my, you've wounded me." he'd probably say this kinda shit and give you that dark hot grin. yeah the one that has anything within his vicinity turning into track stars and booking it.

butttt he wouldn't be phased by blood very much. dare I say he's encountered it plenty of times, usually on his own accord, sometimes not on his own.

maybe jade would be a little suprised because this definitely fell out the circle of his calculations. what a nice suprise! you made his day a lot better prefect 😍😍 now how would you react if he discretly pressed the wound masking it as dabbing?

jk jk

or am I?

7/10 does a great job on taking care of you 👏 but only if you overlook that his smile seems like he's secretly planning your murder and relishing your pain. he is relishing your pain btw because he's a SADIS--

floyd leech

magical shift practices are boring :( so you'd rarely see floyd in one since he's seen it plenty of times until he eventually got bored of taking apart of the same game over and over again.

so just when he's about to step out you literally fly in his path and he almost stepped on you, his mouth was already opening to tease you about how much you wanted him to stay but then you smile at him looking very out of it.

did I mention the blood pouring out of your head? I think this is a good time to mention it.

floyd is still smiling but there's a menacing look on his face when he looks behind him to quickly check who exactly did it to you. it's easy to spot when the most terrified looking person is avoiding his gaze.

atleast someone had the reaction to help the man up and start asking you about how many fingers they were holding up.

okay so I thought this was funny, let's see floyd asking jade a smart thing to say to which his brother replies with asking which blood type you have in case you've possibly lost too much blood! so floyd just tells you and you tell him 😃

"slimy bastards like you apparently.."

awwww he likes you too 😍😍 forgets that you're literally bleeding out and is too happy. what have you done.

6/10 overall, would've been better if he reacted quickly to bring you to the nurse. and you're sure you would've been on time out on a bed for days if you lost more blood.

jamil viper

😐🙁

can his life be more peaceful please which god did he anger in his previous life to deserve this and since he's the vice dorm leader of scarabia he's more exposed to chaos he definitely does not want to be in.

literally does not bat an eyelash when you start listing off his qualities, some being... interestingly going into deep detail, and some he hadn't noticed himself. he's flattered, prefect /sarcastic. really he actually is but he won't be very happy if you die on him.

was that him being overdramatic? jamil? dramatic? maybe but he can't really cross off the possibility of death. so you're in like, top tier premium care even if he's a little reluctant to give up yet again, more hours of his freedom. 🙏

jamil can cook, he can clean, he can take care of you.. what else can you ask for? 🤨 husband material right there fr. you wake up everyday with your breakfast ready... what a nice life. you don't even have to life a finger!

10/10 don't judge me I'm biased. he starts treating you normally after though so just relish the luxurious treatment you receive!

rook hunt

oh mon dieu! 😱 this is an absolute disaster!

non non, this won't do. nothing shall ever taint your beauty regardless but that doesn't mean that he'll let it happen.. beauty must always be preserved! oh trickster, how much pain you must be in..

how beautiful the way your crimson blood paints the tiles so.. elegantly!! deadass makes it into some kind of art piece. /hj please convince him that you may think that bleeding out isn't very elegant but I don't think you're in the right mind rn. 🧍‍♀️

why am I wording this like a drama

anyways. I guess you could say that as an eccentric character, it's expected of rook to be overdramatic sometimes but it's mainly out of pure actual worry.

oh prefect, he's very elated that he fits your exact criteria of a lover.. can you hear his heart about to leap out his chest? *dramatic pose* was he a theater kid??

but he'll store your words very safely in the back of his mind. for now he must act accordingly to such a horrifying disaster.. vil wouldn't be too happy if any damage to your head becomes apparent!

...8/10, very nice care. he's part of pomefiore you know. they don't know only about self care. 🙄🙄

ortho shroud

he could tell the person was gonna miss the goal by like two inches and hit your head instead despite being in the stands 🧍‍♀️would help if he wasn't restricted for access.. is that a thing? lets pretend it is.

you think idia didn't give him the necessary equipment to deal with a medical situation? you're absolutely wrong. idia did, so that's why you're already patched up in less than 5 minutes after being hit!

okay so let's pretend you're talking about [insert character] so ortho's gonna be like nodding innocently, actually showing you people that matches your description.

100/10. period.

lilia vanrouge

serious mode activated.

okay it's more subtle compared to others but there's a certain edge to his words that gets every student in vicinity rushing to follow his every single command. a stubborn savanaclaw student? now they're listening because of lilia's voice alone.

oops old habits die hard.

generally I think lilia would take it more faster than others. given how he's probably witnessed it a handful of times. but he definitely hasn't met a human so... airheaded and blunt at the same time, how entertaining.. you really are cute, aren't you?

the most you'll get is a giggle and a smile. but overall he's more focused on treating you, akin to a... fretting mother? I guess his insticts took over for a second.

it's either treating you like a baby or treating it very seriously. he's right in the middle, nothing more, nothing less.

5/10, would rate higher if he didn't make you pass out right after his 'soup' was registered by your tongue. just... you can let him handle everything BUT the food please.. unless you prefer taking care of yourself alone that is 🤔.

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[collectorofsoulss]

Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

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“Liar.”

There was disbelief written across your face. Small steps, you backed up. He was a demon. Demons were liars. You refused to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. They were negative entities, constantly draining those to fill an empty void. Any form of life often decayed and grew weak. Nothing good comes from being around them. How dare he implies your husband could be one of those vile creatures! He was nothing like them! 

The response left the demon silent. Did you not know? The sound of his name did not bring familiarity. Why not? The sudden realization had him pause his own actions. Interesting.

“My husband doesn’t have any brothers or any sort of family,” you reasoned desperately. “And he’s not…one of you.”

The choices of words left Lucifer confused, bamboozled even. ‘…one of you…’ The longer he stared at you, the more the answers became apparent. The despair in your voice, the desperation in your actions. He was seen as the enemy by his own family; a family who does not know of him. 

Did Mammon deny him knowledge of your existence? The demon gave a soft chuckle. Unsure what the laugh represented, he could only shake his head in disbelief. Not again. Both of you two were kept in the shadows not meant to see each other in the light; it was as if Mammon did not want his two words to collide.

“If this was what meant to be, so be it,” he said to himself.

The devil extended his hand towards you and snapped. Instinctively you flinched unsure of what was to come. The weight of MJ’s head crashed down, arms sliding from your shoulders as his body went heavy. 

The sudden response had you roughly shaking him, “Hey, honey,” you adjusted him within your arms to see his face. “Open your eyes, look at Mommy,” No matter how much you called his name the child remained unresponsive. The same methods were used against Maxi, you patted his bottom waiting for a sound but he was silent as well.

“What did you do to my babies!”

The devil towered over you; gradually craning your neck you peered into his soulless pools of red. The vision of him disoriented into nothingness. The control of your body was relinquished to him. The once strained expression you carried relaxed as the magic neutralized you. It had no choice but to follow the orders of the demon. The will of his was now the will of yours.

“Human. Put the children to bed for their afternoon nap, then prepare dinner for the night. Once dinner is finished, fall asleep on the sofa waiting for your husband to return home, however, before he does you awake from a nightmare, this nightmare. Call him and demand he is to return home because you are afraid. You are not to remember my face. You are not to remember by name. You are not to remember me.”

There were two crows stationed outside the windowsill. Hato had taken off to deliver the contents of what occurred while Karasu remained behind to intervene. Hato had stopped in mid-flight to perch on a nearby branch confused as to why he left his post, not realizing the mere minutes were blurred from their minds. Immediately, Hato flew back joining beside Karasu. They both observed the little ones getting tucked into their beds; the intruder was no more. 

By the grace of magic, Lucifer concealed any evidence of his presence. Mammon did not reveal to his family who or what he was; Lucifer had no other choice than to honor it. A secret he will now carry for eternity.

Lucifer knew all there was to know. He had to make sure you were not a threat. There was nothing special or extraordinary about you. Nothing. There was no spell, no bribe, Mammon was not blackmailed nor forced. Everything done for you was done willingly. Which was why it grieved him. How could a mere human shift this demon’s behavior for the better he has worked eons to correct? What made you different? 

Lucifer waited and waited, however, the truth never came. He began questioning the relationship he had with his brother. Everything he’s ever done was to protect them, all of them. Did Mammon doubt him? That somehow that’ll change? After the whole ordeal about Mammon’s whereabouts, Lucifer calmly disclosed to the rest of his brothers, Mammon was simply handling some affairs for the witches, easily they believed him, disinterested in the shenanigans he manages to get himself into. 

Lucifer stilled himself, vowing to not interfere with his brothers’ life. Ignorant to the truth, you knew nothing of the supernatural world. You knew creatures and beasts lived, hidden and dispersed throughout mankind but you knew not of their story or how they came to be. For if you knew the history of their time, you’d know it was not a man you laid next to each night but a demon.

~~~

“What da hell ya mean you don’t have it!” Mammon yelled. “The hell I’m payin’ ya for!”

The side of his fist hit the stone wall he stood at; its cracks dispersing across the center. The signs were already showing, there was barely enough time. It was only a matter of moments before everything he worked hard for goes to shit! The spell needed to be enforced but lacked a few vital ingredients. The woman uncrossed her legs, sitting up in her chair.

“Look! It’s not my fault the flowers have not bloomed! And please,” she pointed, “Try not to damage any of my shit!”

“It’s been a year now, witch! The fuckin’ bind is weakenin’” he explained. “It cannot break, ya hear?”

Prudence saw the desperation within his eyes; there’s hardly been a time where he was ever serious...like ever. Mammon frantically paced in her cabin, ruffling his hair as he tried to think. If you were to ever find out – he couldn’t even imagine your reaction, the words you’d say. 

He was going to tell you, not on the first date–or third but eventually! It was the strength, he lacked. Everything was going so well, this little secret of his was going to strip away all the precious moments he’s shared with you. Mammon was afraid that’s all you’ll see in him just like his brothers. He tried to escape his sin, his past, and who he was destined to be. 

Foolishly, he thought if he doesn’t speak of it, nor acknowledge that side of him, it’ll go away. The thought of you hating him, not trusting him – everything about his character made him sick. Desperately he struggled to avoid such fate yet look where he was now. 

A pang of pain radiated within his chest, a hand, he clutched himself, fingers indenting his shirt. Would you even want him anymore? Would you want…them? Fuck! He shouldn’t think like this, of course, you’d want them. They were your kids, you’d never abandoned them but would you abandon…him? The thought scared him.

“These ingredients have to be in their ripest forms in order for it to be effective,” she reasoned, observing the components on the countertop. “They are already so rare, blooming every decade, growing in the harshest environment. It’s not something that’s easy to come by, not only do we need one dose but two.”

Due to their small potency, during each concoction, its amounts were doubled, and given to each of the children for maximum effectiveness. Mammon could not risk any slip-ups. Performed annually, eventually the flowers diminished in quantity.

“There must be somethin’ else,” he sat on the stool. “That’s all the tricks ya got up yer sleeves? The fuck kinda witch are ya?”

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, frustrated about the lack of respect. Not only he appeared unannounced, but he also invited himself into her home. If it weren’t for their past, Prue would have his ass out. Despite his rash behavior, she took into account – he has kept promises before, surprisingly. It’s only fair to return the favor.

“I told you, I do not have strong enough magic to seal their powers,” she disclosed, placing the tips of her fingers together. “Despite them being human, given you being their father, one of the greatest sins known to mankind; their demonic heritage is far too potent for me alone to seal. I would need other members of the coven to have a successful ritual or it must be a demon of higher power. Given how discreet you are about their existence, this is the only option unless…”

Mammon perked up, swiveling around to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

There was a sudden vacancy within his eyes. “I…I ain’t good with spells and hexes.” He sucked, terribly; it’s the memorization of words and rituals, there were too many factors he had to take into account. It was far too risky and he did not want to chance to ruin it, causing something grave to happen to his cherished children. He’d rather leave it to someone vastly experienced and well-versed in this specialty, hence why he was here in the first place.

“It’s either risk the spell unraveling by waiting for the flowers to bloom or you learn the incantation and bind them yourself.”

However, the moment he saw Hato; it was too late.

~~~

The young boy held his head in his hands, nails scratching at his scalp as he endured a terrible headache. His room was atrocious. Clothes were everywhere, items turned over while  Junior was in the center of it all. There was an unbearable pain, something he was unable to describe. 

He could hardly move. It felt as if his skin was too tight, it didn’t make sense, but he felt restrained – suppressed. Junior’s been feeling this for a while, at first he was able to tolerate it but as the days came the pain grew stronger. In a fetal position, he was left immobilized. 

Junior didn’t make it to dinner, and he knew you were on your way up. He heard your voice clear as day, why was he able to hear your footsteps? The sound of your heart? The little whisper under your breath as your fingers glided against the railing. The cracking sensation had him groaning, his back was on fire. Something was about to break through. The gentle knock on his bedroom door was enough to hurt him, why was everything so loud?

“Honey, are you okay?”

Soon his hands were wet. Trembling, he looked at his palms. Ink-like substance trailed down his fingers. Was this supposed to be his blood? Junior was going to be sick. On his hands and knees, he coughed. He heard your fist hammering against the door, soon shaking the door knob.

“MJ, why is the door locked? What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

A surge of pain rippled through him, his nails grew into claws, digging into the floorboards, the wood chipped. His head was about to explode, what was happening to him?

“Sweetie, open the door!”

Outside the room, you heard crashing noises and multiple items falling onto the floor. Knelt, your hand hovered over the lock. Whispering you tried to magically break it. The lock began to alter; back and forth your eyes shifted, panicking as you could only imagine what was happening. Junior started screaming until it morphed into a deep guttural growl, surprising you. 

Unlocked, you turned the knob welcoming a gust of wind blowing you flat against the hallway wall. Furniture broke; debris went everywhere. The wave of unleashed power seized, dropping everything in the air, you included. On your knees, you sucked in a breath – widened eyes. There was an eerie silence of bones morphing. Junior was cowered on all fours, ligaments protruding from his back – black substance coated them.

“Mommy…” Blood spilled from the corner of his lips. “…what’s wrong with me?” He looked at you with curiosity. The size of his pupils enlarged until the colors of his eyes were no longer seen. The opening from his horns trickled blood down his forehead and onto his cheeks. 

Your child was a...was a...Tears swelled in your eyes. No.

Instantly, your strength was depleted from your legs. Unable to take a step forward, you were paralyzed to the ground. Double vision, sluggishly you crawled. He was still your baby. You had to get to him. He was so afraid. The second you held him, it was like your soul was going to be torn out of your chest. He was a demon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you hushed, lifting him into your arms. “I’m here, baby,” voice small with fear.

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled. “It hurts…” Junior curled into your chest, hugging himself tightly. He began to cry.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you whispered. All you could do was hold him, unable to bear his pain.

~~~

Mammon sprinted inside the house. The sudden power of his steps sunk his foot through the stairs. The railings were displaced from his touch as he used it as momentum to push forward. Mammon did not sense you nor the children in the house.

“Oi! Junior, MC!” he yelled, roughly dislodging his foot. 

Swiftly he stomped up the staircase, running into Maxi’s room to see a vacant crib. He touched the top of it, tears burning his eyes. Junior’s door was found off its hinges; his room was in shambles, splatters of blood staining the walls, the floorboards and whatever furniture remained. Roaming the house, he noticed the safe was open, everything inside missing. The cabinets were empty; the suitcases were gone. The last stop was the bedroom you both shared.

There, a gentle glisten on the nightstand caught his attention. Mammon sat on the edge of the bed; Hato settled on his shoulder, observing the actions of his master. Silently, the tears dripped down the bridge of his nose. In the center of his palm was your wedding band. He lost you. He lost them.

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[sirfrogsworth]

The reviews of the Cybertruck are starting to post today.

I think a lot of people want it to be extra terrible. And, like, everything that was clearly Elon's input is actually terrible. But the Tesla engineers tried really hard to put a quality, functional, electric truck inside of Elon's stupidity.

And I kind of feel bad for them.

It really seems like they did a good job considering the circumstances. But they were forced to put all of their engineering brilliance in a vehicle that looks like it was in the Super Nintendo version of Starfox.

Aside from the low polygon count, I think the most offensive thing about the Cybertruck is the official logo—which is plastered all over the truck.

Yikes.

The most concerning things about the truck that I could see are visibility issues. You can't see directly in front of you, which is actually a problem with a lot of oversized trucks in the US. And there is no visibility out the back either. There is a sliver of a window if you don't have the truck bed covered. There are rearview cameras, which are arguably better than craning your neck around, but screens and cameras can break or malfunction.

I'm also worried about the crumple zones. I just don't see how that is supposed to work with all the stainless steel panels. Crumple zones are probably one of the greatest car safety innovations along with seatbelts and airbags. Hopefully they found a way to make it work, but this car could be dangerous for the people driving it and the people this monstrosity collides into.

Also, don't ever dent or damage this truck. I have to imagine replacing bespoke stainless steel body panels that require special presses to manufacture is probably going to cost an exorbitant amount.

It's ugly and stupid and way more expensive than it needs to be and underneath... a decent electric truck.

And that is a shame.

An affordable EV truck which could be used by normal folks and not just Elon stans would have been a good thing. I don't think electric vehicles will save the planet. We should be building trains and more trains and then buses where the trains can't go. But that isn't happening, so transitioning to EVs is still *something.* Especially if they can be charged with alternative energy. If you are in an area with a coal plant and you charge your vehicle, the only benefit is not adding exhaust pollution to the area the vehicle drives. Which, again, is not nothing, but also not nearly enough.

The only good I can see in the Cybertruck is that some of the innovative engineering will trickle down into more affordable vehicles that normal people can buy and use. But that will take time. And they could have probably just made a simple, normal truck that costs half as much and sped that process up. Which is part of the reason it is clear Elon is not interested in saving the planet. He just wants his whims attended to.

[ghostaholics]

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Pairing: Johnny MacTavish x fem!Reader Warning(s): [ 18 + only ] friends-with-benefits (incoming); implied reverse sunshine/grumpy trope; mentions of sex (w/ dom and sub vibes but like it’s subtext; pining (mutual); religious imagery; angst (?); not much plot while Johnny is clowning around the entire time; I could not explain to you why reader is in a constant state of distress lmao Summary: Johnny thinks a FWB relationship would be good A/N: there will be a follow up; (I made Johnny sound incredibly Scottish?? I dialed it back in various parts for easier reading if you notice inconsistencies) - I tried to get this out as my winter break is ending soon, so sorry for the rushed intro and ending (I’ll come back to fix it after the term) Word Count: 2.7k Translations: [know/ken] [I'm/ahm] [don't/dinnae] [of/o'] [you/ye] [your/yer] [for/fer] [mom/mam] [can't/cannae]

He's an unwavering fixture in your life, a constant that you can depend on; you know that he's always been waiting at the end of your warpath for you in that special way where he can absorb every negative emotion without a second thought.

You’d asked Johnny to spar with you – a terrible decision on your part as you’re now suffering the consequences. He manages to do another take down maneuver that has you slammed onto the ground, your back colliding with the hard surface. It tears the breath out of your lungs.

His voice is low and teasing in your ear, a rough timbre that melts you from the inside out. "Tap out."

You're panting, gasping for air as best you can after being winded from his throw. Still, you show snark in the face of defeat. "Fuck you."

The accent is there. "C'mon hen. You really wan' tae keep this up?"

It is several more moments of him cutting off your air supply before you slap the floor in frustration. It only stokes the annoyance in you further.

He rolls over onto the mat, collapsing onto his back next to you. "Solid work. Gonna have bruises in the morning. Two-fer-o, but—"

“Let's go again.” Your body is sore and aching with a promise of further pain. It’s not enough, especially when you can feel all of the pent-up frustration and disappointment that’s followed you off the field. You wish that it had stayed behind, but you still carry it with despite your best attempts to shake it off.

He turns his face towards you. Sweat dots his temple. He appraises you for a second before he shaking his head. His mouth curls down into an expression of displeasure. “Nah, we're done for the day."

You, decidedly, do not agree with this.

You don't think, only react. Maybe you can catch him off guard. It's undignified, but you do it anyway. You need a win after these past few months, no matter how small and dirty. You swing your body, exploiting the momentum to pinch him into a headlock.

He's quick to act though, expertly avoiding your ambush. A flurry of movement – Johnny lays you out with brutal efficiency.

It's infuriating.

You huff out your annoyance, less than pleased at this turn of events.

He's straddling you, weathered and calloused hands on your skin. Thick fingers curl around your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. He leans in closer, the weight of his body pressing into yours. "Behave," he admonishes.

A wave of heat draws into your limbs at the command.

You instead, settle for narrowing your eyes at him.

"Thas' three, by the way,” he says around a smug grin. "But whose keepin' count, right?"

"Ready tae tell me what's got you so worked up?"

“What makes you think something’s bothering me?”

“Everybody and their mam’s noticed, hen. You’re not exactly doin' a great job o’ keepin' it under wraps. Hell, you were so strung out on the plane ride, I had to make sure ye didn’t accidentally take home a giant rod up the arse once we landed.”

“Did you just admit to checking me out?”

He did linger a few metres back after deboarding.

Johnny gives you a pointed look. “It was with your best interests in mind, bonnie,” he says solemnly. “Like wan o' those welfare checks. Just bein' a good mate and all that.”

“Thanks for your service,” you say dryly.

He’s a natural flirt at heart, a sweet talker to boot. It’s how he wormed his way into your life in the first place with nothing but boyish charm and megawatt smiles. He’s trouble, and the kind of personality that you never took seriously because for all intents and purposes, he did it with everyone.

“I hate tae be the one tae tell you the bad news, but you’ve also got this… face or somethin’”

“What face?”

“Like whenever my mam bitched at me fer forgettin’ my cleats an she had to swing by the pitch to drop ‘em off.”

“Johnny!”

“Tha's it – tha’s the one. God, you sound jus' like her, too. If I close my eyes, feels like ‘m right back home and she’s chasin’ me around with her broom.”

“I should’ve left you behind in Frankfurt.”

“Funny enough, she said somethin' similar when I was eight. Swear on my life. Now tha' one’s a good story.”

"Come back to my room." The offer is innocent. It's a familiar pattern, practiced enough times that you know the routine by heart now: side-by-side, leaning up against his headboard; third party – the company of an Ardbeg passed between the two of you like clockwork as he does his best to put your mind off of whatever circumstances have you in a piss-poor mood. The effort is always endearing. He tries so hard, the least you can do is pay attention. And you do, closely — so much that you've got the image committed to memory. He’s got permanent residence in that faraway corner of your head where all good things stay safe.

The other parts, you remember too well – ones that he doesn't know about himself. You can't help but notice the little details; they would have to be ripped from your brain for you to forget.

bright blue eyes, glassy and crinkling at the corners when's he had too much to drink and starts laughing at his own jokes

the smell of Scotch on his breath, vanilla and caramel and smoky, spiked with the spearmint from his gum that he chews throughout the day

moonlight, how it blooms across the profile of his face and shines on the scar engraved into his chin (got it because he saved your life and that was his penance – “How’s it look, bonnie? How’s it look?”)

his smile, magnetic and disarming – it draws you in, lowers your defenses and sways you into returning one that matches his own

when he speaks, it's a husky voice, wrapping around you like a blanket, lulls you to sleep as he regales you with all the ways he was a shite-stirrer as a lad and you inevitably drift off

It’s a fever dream, every time – a warm and pleasant haze that washes over you and heats your insides.

And it should not, will not ever happen again.

At least, not after last night, when you'd narrowly avoided the colossal mistake of leaning in and almost kissing him. He might've been too far gone to realize it – you're not sure. But you caught yourself, and that was enough grounds to put a stop to this whole thing.

"Need to ease up on the drinking. With the way we're going, I'll probably die from liver disease before I catch another bullet in the shoulder."

He lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, an action that reveals the hard planes carved into his lower abdomen from years in the military. A happy trail disappears down into the lining of his cargo trousers – something that you dutifully try to ignore. “Know wha' I think y’need?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You cross the space to grab your towel off the bench. You’re not all that interested in hearing what bright ideas he has to offer anymore, but you decide to humor him anyways. “What?”

“A good shag.”

Your head snaps back in his direction. “Oh my god, could you be less crude?”

His laughter echoes across the room. He thinks he's so fucking hilarious.

You hurl the towel in his direction. “Piss off, Soap!”

To your disappointment, he catches it – stupidly brilliant reaction time – before depositing it on his shoulder with relative ease. Johnny's looking quite chuffed with himself. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “When’s the last time you got one in?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Ah dinnae ken,” he says with skepticism. “Wi’ the way your hand-to-hand is, ‘m fully confident my arse is safe for now.”

You let out a low growl of frustration.

He keeps spurring you on. And Johnny, of course, brings up, “Was it March 18? Swear tha’ was the only time I’ve ever seen you in high spirits without my help.”

Your face burns with indignation.

Bastard.

His mouth curves into a devilish grin. He's looking positively thrilled with this newfound discovery. "’M right, aren't I?"

Your brain stalls as you try to come up with a lie, but the silence is more than telling about your circumstances.

His laughter has died down by ten-fold, but there's still a commiserating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tips his head in sympathy, like he's grieving a loss. "Oh, hen..."

You wait for the ground to open up and swallow you whole; it never comes. "Not another fucking word, Johnny."

So anyhow, he can’t bite back his opinions on the matter; he's relentless – too persistent for his own good. He takes a few steps forward, ready to put a hand on your shoulder in consolation. He's never had much consideration for personal space, always the touchy-feely type to throw an arm around you while walking into base after a good op, or drawing you into a hug when he knows you’re feeling down. The expression on your face must have him reconsider his decision, because he wisely stops in his tracks. "Look, it's nothin' t' be ashamed about. You’re sexually frustrated.”

"This conversation is over."

It's a fruitless endeavor. Whatever hope you've held about him dropping the subject is reduced to ashes.

"Jus' a bit o' a dry spell," he carries on – the primary objective is to inflict misery on you. Johnny takes it all in stride, now acting impervious to how much you want to curl up and die. He brings up your sex life as if it's as casual as talking about the bloody weather. "No wonder yer wound up so tight, though. Haven' had the company of a nice bloke in ages —"

You're utterly mortified. You cast your eyes to the ceiling, hoping for some sort of god to strike you down. It would be a merciful death. However, the plea goes unanswered, much to your chagrin. "I'm in hell," you say to yourself in disbelief. "I'm actually in hell right now—"

He continues, paying no mind to the internal crisis that you're suffering at the moment. "Got loads o' friends tha' I think you'd get along wi'. Have plenty o' them on speed dial."

"I'm doing perfectly fine on my own, thank you."

His eyes cut to yours. "I mean, judgin' from how strung out you always are, I'd say tha' whate'er you’re doin' isn' workin' so well. You sure you’re gettin' yourself off alright?”

You almost choke. "Jesus fucking Christ, that's not what I meant. I don't need you to set me up with anybody."

"Alright, hen. I’m hearin' ye loud and clear."

"Finally.”

“It’s just—”

“Johnny…”

"Can I say my piece?”

"For God's sake," you mutter.

He looks at you expectantly.

You gesture to him with an impatient wave of your hand.

“‘M sorry for giving you a hard time. Jus' have trouble believin’ tha’… well, y’know.”

“It’s opportunity. I’m not interested in spending leave with the company of strangers,” you explain. “And I don't exactly have many options on base – nevermind the fact that I'm spending every night slumming it with you."

He snorts at the last revelation.

You roll your eyes at him. You shoot him a look that says, Am I wrong?

“So ye haven’ asked Price or the L.t yet, then? They don’t seem like the relationship type. I think they’d do right by you.”

You give him a flat look.

He grins.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Couldnae help myself, hen. You know me.”

"Keep pulling my chain. See where it gets you."

He studies you for a beat. It’s an awfully long time for him to be thinking about this.

You wonder what his next daft comment will be.

It’s even more stupid than you expect.

“And so you thought about what would happen if you asked me?”

Idiotic, because yes, you've poured over it again and again. There are some lines that you simply shouldn't cross. You’re not entirely aware what your expression is – shock, annoyance? Both?

Either way, Johnny notices. "Don’t give me that look. It's a fair question," he supplies.

You turn your nose up at him, ambivalent. “Must think highly of yourself to assume that the idea even crossed my mind.”

He’s fast with a quip. “I know you’re thorough and tha' ye looked at every option available tae ye, whether it was actually possible or not."

“Clever now, are you?”

"You asked if I could spar with you earlier, aye? But from what I can tell, it didn't do shite. So if you wanna take your anger out on somethin’, I don’t see how this is any different. It’s jus' sex – like scratchin' an itch.”

“Sure,” you deadpan. “If the itch was in the back of my cunt.”

He barks out a laugh. “Aye.” His gaze comes to fix on you, blue eyes all hot and electric with a ferocity so intense it’s nearly scorching. "Ye get it."

Still, he waits patiently – the virtue of a saint.

“Johnny—”

This would never work, you try to say.

And maybe he can sense it. "C'mon," he rasps. His patience wears out, presumably. Then, the words of a sinner – wicked and shameless, unapologetic – they’re cut from the same cloth of forbidden things, a path that you shouldn't go down: “Use me.”

Something catastrophic happens to your brain. If you had any resolve before, it's nowhere to be fucking found now. Every rationale thought, obliterated. There are a million splintered fragments and you can't piece them together enough to form even a semblance of an appropriate response.

What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

Johnny always manages to fill the silence between the two of you. “Dinnae overthink it. I know your scrapin’ together every argument in the book to convince yourself why this is a bad idea. But before you say no, I can promise you tha' I have a thousand better reasons for why it isn’t.”

You're on the verge of capsizing. If you ask, you might never come back up again, and the temptation to go down is very, very appealing. When you finally regain your voice, it sounds like a broken prayer. "Give me one."

He doesn’t even have to mull over it that long. There's no hesitation from him. It’s like he’s had it waiting in the chamber this whole time. "We're close enough fer me to say that I'd do anything fer you, aye? Take what you want. I’m all yours."

“You say that to just any of your mates?”

His face is the picture of innocence. “Only for you.”

You’re stuck in time. Frozen. There’s just his confession still hanging in the air. It’s a long stretch of time before the cogs in your head start running again. You let out a shaky exhale. Fuck, I want you so bad — it's there. Almost, right on the tip of your tongue. Nearly bleeds out. It would make things so messy. “I‘ve got to clear my head. I'll — um, yeah.”

"O’ course." Johnny nods in understanding. There's a small smile on his lips. Polite. He takes a step back, makes space, returns to the sidelines.

You can finally breathe again.

He can’t forget his closing remark though – give you something to chew on. “You’re probably never gonnae wan’ tae be my sparring partner after this, but for what’s it worth, bonnie, I don’ mind the way you feel under me.”

Goddamnit.

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